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help-itrappedmyself · 3 months

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Danny Punches a Clown part 2 I guess

shoutout to @that-random-fangirl

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The batmobile pulls into the batcave as usual once they’re done dealing with the Joker’s hostage situation, but no one is celebrating at a job well done tonight. Because while the Joker is back in Arkham, for now, it wasn’t one of them that stopped him. While the rest of them dealt with the goons downstairs, Batman went up to where the Joker was supposed to be hiding out with the kids, only to find him on the floor with a growing bruise on his face. The kids were nowhere to be seen.

So, Batman sweeped the room, making note of a video that was still recording on the computer. Probably a taunt for him that the Joker never got to release. He pulled all the files from the computer and brought them with him when he left.

The police arrived, the civilians were taken care of, but none of them had any idea what happened in the room the Joker was in. Apparently none of them heard anything, despite the fact the Joker had a gun with him no shots were fired. And none of them knew what happened to the kids.

So the family gathered around the batcomputer to try and find out what had happened. They rewound the video back to the beginning, hoping to at least find out if the kids were okay.

The video opened to the Joker being his usual self, holding his gun, looking like he hadn’t yet gotten punched in the face.

“ Bats! Wonderful to see me isn’t it? I know it's been too long, and I’ve got some presents for you!” Joker turns the camera to show three kids, two no older than six, both blonde and terrified, and one that could be a teenager, probably around twelve to thirteen with black hair and looking bored. The camera swings back to the Joker after a moment. “ Of course, I have a bunch of adults too, but these little kiddos are just for you! I have such plans for them bats!”

“Hey, crazy clown?” They hear, coming from one of the children. Joker stops ranting to look past the computer, probably at the kid who’s speaking and the bats all look at each other in disbelief.“ Look, I’m sure you have some sort of reason for all this hostage-taking and gun-waving, probably even for dressing like that.”

“ Oh, this kid is insane.” Tim mutters.

“ However, I already have one fruitloop in my life and that is more than enough for me, so I’m going to have to leave now.”

The Joker starts laughing, he bends over and wraps his arms around his stomach laughing his normal cackle that has most of the room cringing. They watch as the child, the older one, walks right up to the Joker, who is still laughing, and punches him in the face.

They watch in silence as the Joker falls limp to the floor. Jason whistles. Then the boy turns more toward the camera, but really towards the children as he starts talking to them and they see him fully for the first time. Black hair, blue eyes, looks exhausted and he just punched the Joker in the face. The kids look amongst each other for a moment, all thinking the same thing, before turning back to the screen to see the boy, this tiny boy who called the Joker ‘crazy clown’ and punched him in the face helping the other kids escape out the window.

“ Bruce, no.” Dick mutters. “ We don’t even know who this kid is.”

“ This kid just knocked out the Joker in one punch, if Bruce doesn’t nab him, I will.” Jason states.

Everything devolves into arguing from there, all the kids shouting amongst themselves arguing either for or against the adoption of the kid. It goes on for a while before Bruce speaks up.

“ Let’s just find the kid first.” Bruce says, He’s already pulled up facial recognition and is chatting with Oracle about the CCTV footage by the warehouse. “ All of you go get some rest, I’m going to go see if I can track him.”

“ Hey! If you’re going back out, we’re going back out!” Dick complains. “ We’re concerned about the kid too.”

Bruce starts to argue with him, but is cut off by the sound of motorcycles as Jason and Tim start to head back out, already talking to Oracle about where to start. Dick heads out after them and Damian goes to sit in the batmobile, waiting. Bruce heaves a sigh before climbing in after him.

“ Okay, Oracle what do we have?” Batman asks.

“ I was able to track him into an alley, but nothing after that.”

Now with part 3!

#dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #batman #danny phantom #my writing #I have no idea where this is going really #it has no ending #just middle ideas #dp x dc

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teymars · 5 months

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NSFW hc’s for the Sully men bc I am bored:

MDNI

General:

• They are each EXTREMELY fertile, pregnancy is almost inescapable when you’re with one of these boys.

• On top of being very fertile, they enjoy breeding their women more than anything, so cock-warming is a nonnegotiable.

• They have great stamina, allowing them to go round after round, ensuring they “fuck you properly”.

• They aren’t particularly vocal, (unless overstimulated) but the growling, grunting and whimpering in your ear never ceases.

• Major pleasure doms fs

• Think with their dicks more than anything (specifically Jake and Lo’ak)

• They enjoy scenting and marking their women in every way possible, even if it’s just leaving you full of leaking cum, to fend off other interested men.

Jake:

• He will happily be late to any of his duties if it means an opportunity to fuck you full.

• Is especially sensitive about you touching his jewels, the feeling of them swelling within your small grasp always has him keening.

• Won’t admit it aloud but he’s totally came untouched to the thought of you in lingerie, giving him a lap-dance.

• Hates when you hide your noises from him, he doesn’t give two shits if somebody is standing 5ft away, let them know you’re his.

• Likes to fuck around by grinding against you in public, not so subtly. He has no regrets when you’re all needy and wet for him by the evening.

• Enjoys littering your inner thighs with deep-purple marks, secretly hoping they are noticeable to other people later on.

• Uses his old camera to create some fun videos with you, mainly so he can fuck into his own fist whilst you’re busy.

• Craves nights where you beg him to be rough, sure he enjoys making slow tender love to you, but being able to use you as he pleases always excites.

Neteyam:

• Is a huge family guy, consistently keeping you bred and arguing that his heart will never be full enough of you and your ever-growing family.

• Prefers your muffled moans and gasps, he’d rather be the only man in the universe to hear such sounds from you, he can prove you are all his in so many other ways after all.

• He is always in favour of doggy-style. He’d never pass up the chance to mount and rut into you with all the energy he has. Simultaneously pushing your head into the cushions of your shared bed.

• He will lean over your shoulder and whisper the filthiest nothings, accompanied by licking your hot pulse-point, hoping to encourage copious amounts of slick from you to aid in his relentless pounding.

• Absolutely has a dick and tongue piercing. Though he may be a bit ashamed by his past foolishness, he soon figures the endless orgasms they produce from you are quite worth it.

• If he isn’t thinking tactically or about what his next meal will be (probably you), he’s planning all the positions he will put you in throughout the night.

• Gets especially needy in the mornings, often waking you up with the prodding of his swollen cock-head, at your already soaked entrance.

• Is especially sensitive on his tip, the way your walls squeeze and slide over it have him near cumming on the spot each time. When it pushes against the textures of your cervix though, he dives over the edge practically every time. (Good thing he’s got that endless stamina)

Bonus: • Will lazily thrust into you throughout the early morning, coaxing both your orgasms slowly before thrusting forward abruptly and emptying every last drop into your aching cunt, remaining there until he is 110% certain you’ll be giving him another child to cherish.

Lo’ak:

• Loves to sit and watch you fuck yourself with your fingers all evening, smirking consistently because he KNOWS his cock has ruined you for anything & anyone else.

• Will comfortably have a conversation with any family member over the comm devices, while fully sheathed inside your warmth.

• Will attempt to breed you anywhere, anytime regardless of who is around. That man has his priorities set fs.

• Fucking creams himself when you openly submit to him, wether it be through a suggestive “yes sir” or spreading yourself open upon your shared bed, ready for him.

• Bites onto your shoulder to muffle his increasing moans when your soft pussy becomes too much for him. The feeling of his cock’s ridges hooking into your wet walls only intensifying this.

• Most sensitive at his slit, the second you tease your delicate fingers or hot tongue along it, he is gone. His hips will be jolting as he fights to hold back an orgasm, succumbing to the tantalising feeling of your pinkie-finger pushing into his tiny slit, teasing him.

• Secretly wants nipple piercings but would never express that openly, he fears what will become of him the day you realise how stimulated his tits can get. Sticks to ear piercings instead and is yet to grasp how Neteyam dealt with the pain of piercing his own cock.

• Also unlike Neteyam, he is not as fussed about ensuring his bloodline carries on through the next 20 generations, BUT he does take pride in having a family with you and will never refuse breeding you so long as you’ll let him.

And that’s all, feel free to speak on any of your own hc’s!! 🩵

#atwow #sullymen #avatar 2 #neteyam #jake sully #loak sully #neteyam smut #loak smut #avatar #avatarmen #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #jake sully smut #avatar smut #headcanon #atwow fanfiction #avatar2 #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan

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vanishingcherry · 8 months

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YN YLN and Charles Leclerc Take a Couples Quiz

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

author's note: this has been in my drafts for wayy to long, so ive decided to just finish it off and post it. im sorry lmao but i just couldn't watch this rot away in my wips any longer.

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The video cut to you and Charles, sitting opposite each other in front of a yellow to red gradient, smiling at the camera.

"Hi! I'm YN", you say cheerfully.

"And I'm Charles"

"And we are here to take a couples quiz!"

You are handed a stack of questions from a person off screen, and turn towards Charles.

"Are you ready?"

"Is that the first question?" he retorts.

Your face drops, now showing slight annoyance but there is still a small smile you try to hide. "That's it. Minus 1 points."

"Oh c'mon! That is not fair."

You turn to argue but the video cuts to a different scene in which you ask the actual first question.

"What things do I have, of yours, that are my favourite?

He looks up in thought before chuckling and replying. "Theres a lot, you steal my stuff all the time."

You grin. "Yes, but what's my favourite?"

"My shirts? No wait! My bracelets?" He asks.

"Yeah!" you exclaim. Turning to the camera you add. "He gets so many bracelets from fans and they are all so pretty. We keep them in a bowl on our dresser so I like to take a few whenever I go out."

Looking back at Charles, you add. "You didn't know the answer, but you still got it right so I think you deserve half a point." The staff behind the camera gives you a thumbs up, noting it down for when they would edit the video.

"Ok! Next question- which song of yours is my favourite?"

He looks at you, his eyes widening with a confused expression on his face. He looks at the camera crew and then back at you.

"C'mon, I only have 2 it's not a very hard question."

"Then answer it." you reply, looking at him with a small smirk.

"Fine. Uh, AUS23."

"Wrong!" you exclaim, laughing at the way his jaw drops in surprise.

"Then what? I know its not Miami."

"Its the one you wrote for Baku." you slyly say, knowing fully well that he hadn't released it and you were possibly the only one other than him to have heard it.

You look down at the cards you had been given, reading off the next question. "What is the first thing I eat in the morning?"

You see his smirk growing in your peripheral vision and cut in before he answers. "If you dare make a joke, I will murder you."

He laughs at that, chuckling as he looks up to think. "Um. Breakfast? It's different things every morning, but if I wake up before her then I make cereal."

Noticing the evident confusion on the faces of the cameramen, you elaborate. "It's the only thing he's allowed to make without me present. The last time I let him cook alone, he burned the pancakes and half our kitchen."

Turning red at the story, he interrupts. "Okayy, next question amore."

"Which side of the bed do I sleep on?"

"Left."

"If I could get a tattoo of something, what would it be?"

"A bouquet of flowers. The flowers would be your favourite and my favourite together."

You are shocked at his response. "How did you remember that? I told you that ages ago!"

He smiles slyly to the camera. "That is why I am the best boyfriend, there is no need for these silly questions I am already the best. She told me so in be-"

"Right. Next question." You cut him off, eyes widening as you figure out where he was going with the statement. "This is the last one. If I could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?"

"Oh this is easy. Italy. You are always talking about how much you love it. But you also love Monaco and France so depending on how you feel, one of those three."

"Well.", you look at the camera, "I think that answer deserves 2 points." Handing your questions off to the side, you turn to Charles who has started reading the first of his questions.

"If I had a ticket to anywhere in the world, where would I go?" he reads. "This is similar to yours", he mutters.

"Home", you say confidently. "He's a mama's boy, tries to go back home as much as possible."

He blushes slightly before nodding to the camera. "Yup, 1 point."

"What was I wearing on our first date?"

You reply quick as lightening. "A shirt and pants. Very gentlemanly, I remember thinking, probably the best first impression I've had of a guy."

His eyebrows raise at the confession, cockily tilting his head in the direction of the camera. "You heard her! Next, what is something I hate?"

"A lot of things, Char."

"Is that your final answer, cherie?"

"Um." you pause. "Oh I know! When manipulate stuff that you say. It makes me really mad too. It gets really tiresome when they take stuff that Charles has said that turn into into a different story altogether."

"Thats true, I do hate that." He smiles at you, reaching over to squeeze your hand once to say thank you.

"How many kids do I want?"

"3, because you have 2 siblings. But, you said you want as many as I am comfortable with!"

"Of course, amour. You're the one whose going to be carrying them, your choice is more important here. What is something I get annoyed about?"

"Oh, when Seb and Carlos beat you at those Ferrari games you play."

His jaw drops in faux offence, shaking his head as he reads out the last question on his cue card.

"What is one my hidden talents?"

You look straight at the camera, not dissimilar to The Office. A smirk grows on your face and the lens zooms in. In the background Charles can be heard complaining.

"Oh I see! You can make these jokes, but I cant?"

The video cuts to the wider angle once again, you and Charles wave at the camera.

"Thanks for watching our couples quiz! I think it's clear that I've won."

Charles rolls his eyes, eyes shining with admiration and love for you. "Bye everybody."

Comments:

charleslover: OH MY GOD!! THEY ARE SO IN LOVE IT KILLS ME

ynandcharles: their facial expressions always kill me

username89: where do i get a charles leclerc bcs i will willingly offer all the money i have

doratheexplorer16: their love for each other hurts

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sturniolos-blog · 2 months

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Interrupted Video - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - fluff, cute, swearing, arguing

requested ‼️

disclaimer: third person POV. This takes place at the triplets house but just know Matt is only there with Estrella since Y/n is out of town.‼️‼️

Important: let me know if you would like to be added to my tag list, people who are on my taglist get added too the end of each of my fics!!

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8:48pm

“Matt, stop walking around, you’re bumping into shit!” Nick yelled at his brother, headphones on his head playing music.

Chris let out a frustrated groan into the tape he had over his mouth, Matt mixing cake mix while getting some on the table.

“You aren’t talking to me, how the fuck am i supposed to do this!?” Matt yells, his hands being thrown up in the air.

Nick starts dancing to music playing on his headphones, Chris trying to get his attention as he does a spin.

“What!?” Nick yells as he sees Chris pointing at Matt. Nick looks and sees Matt spilt have of the batter on the table.

“Matt, what the fuck are you doing!?” Nick yells, Chris sighing and shaking his head.

Matt immediately drops the spoon and slams his hands down onto the table, him letting out an anxiety breath as his hands barely miss the batter he spilled.

Suddenly he feels a soft slap on the back of his thighs.

“What the fuck are you guys doing!?” Matt yells, already stressed out enough.

“Dada! Dada!” A small voice calls out, Matt recognizes the voice of his 1 year old daughter.

A smile gets brought to Matt’s face as he reaches around his head to take the blindfold off, setting it on the table before leaning down and picking Ella up.

“Hey, baby..” He whispers as her arms go around his neck.

Nick sighs and takes off his headphones before Chris takes off the tape on his mouth letting out a small ow.

Nick goes to turn off the camera, “Matt-” Chris starts but gets cut off by Matt.

“We can finish the video later, right? Excuse me, i need to put my daughter to bed.” Matt says, slight frustration still hinted in his voice.

Nick shrugs and Chris nods.

“Alright, sweet girl.” Matt whispers as he starts to walk towards his room that he still had at his brothers house, since Y/n was out of town he brought Ella with him to stay with him at his brothers.

Matt walks in the room, closing the door behind him.

He knew he’d have to get her tired first, Y/n was always good at this part but he’d have to manage.

He sits down on the bed with her, him up against the head board as Ella rests on his chest, her facing the tv.

“Shit..” He mutters to himself as he realized he forgot to grab a bottle.

As he goes to get up the door opens, revealing Chris and Nick, Nick was holding a warmed up bottle of milk as Chris was holding Ella’s dinosaur plushy.

Matt lets out a sigh of relief, sitting back down comfortably and smiling at his brothers as they walk over.

“Here, Ellie.” Chris says as Ella takes the dinosaur plush with him, Ella kicks her feet and lets out a laugh as she holds her Dinosaur plush up to show Matt.

“I see it, baby! How cool!” He laughs, kissing her forehead as she plays with it.

Nick then hands Matt the bottle of milk.

“Thank you guys..” He says, taking the bottle. Matt clears his throat, “Sorry that i got so frustrated, it’s just been hard with Y/n being gone for almost 2 weeks already.” Matt apologizes.

“You don’t have to apologize, we get it, bro.” Chris comforts.

“Yeah, you’re good, Matt. We can finish the video later.” Nick smiles.

Matt nods before his brothers leave the room, shutting the door behind them.

Ella then grabs the bottle from Matt, dropping her dinosaur plush on the bed so she can hold the bottle on her own.

Matt leans over to grab the remote to his tv off his nightstand, turning it on and clicking through kids channels.

“Whatcha wanna watch, sweetheart?” Matt says, holding her with one hand.

As expected Ella doesn’t say anything, continuing to drink her milk.

Matt shrugs, “Spongebob it is.” Before he puts the remote back on his nightstand.

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9:03

After about 15 minutes, Estrella gave her bottle to Matt before turning around in his grip and resting her head into the crook of his neck, starting to close her eyes and fall asleep.

As about 5 more minutes pass Matt hears soft snores coming from Ella, that’s his cue to go put her in the small crib that he put in this room, knowing that Estrella and him would probably spend the night there.

As Matt goes to put her in, Ella jumps up from her sleep, she lets out a whine, not letting go of Matt as she almost starts to cry.

“Ella, come on, baby.” Matt says, but she lets out one cry, Matt knowing that if she started she wouldn’t stop.

Matt sighs, picking her back up fully and bringing her back to his bed. “Okay, one night, don’t tell mommy.” He says, climbing in bed with her and laying her down, putting pillows on the other side of her as he lays down on his side.

Ella lets out a huff before rolling over onto her belly, sticking her tongue in her mouth.

Matts hand goes to her back, watching as his daughter falls asleep.

He rubs her back at a slow soothing pace. Her letting out quiet hums of content.

Matt eventually fell asleep too, let’s just say that video did not get done tonight.

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alrighttt i am done i hope you guys liked this one i thought it was cute and fluffy and giving matt daddy vibes (literally) hope you liked it!

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victoryverse · 3 months

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CAN WE PLEASE GET A FILTHY, AND I DONT MEAN “filthy” I MEAN FILTHY-VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL WITH SIMON ?? also happy valentines 💗😍

warnings: nsfw!!! smut, fingering, p in v sex, squirting, pussy spanking, ass spanking, choking, creampie

words: 2.5k(!!!)

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Dating Simon wasn’t always easy. Between the constant travelling and the time differences, it was hard to keep a stable relationship. But you both knew it was worth it. You both knew that no matter how long you went without seeing each other, the next time you did, it would be like nothing could ever keep you apart.

But, of course, you and Simon had your moments. You had your moments where you would argue over the littlest thing, and then have to try and make up over FaceTime or text. It would usually end with one of you making a joke and the other one laughing and then it being all fine again.

But then, there were the times when you were both just too busy, that you couldn’t even speak to each other. That’s when it was hard. You would miss Simon constantly and you would just find yourself watching his videos or looking through old pictures of you both.

But this time was different. This time, you weren’t missing him. This time, he was coming home to you. You had decided to surprise him with a trip back to London to see you. You had been planning this for weeks, and you were so excited to finally see him again.

You stood nervously in front of the arrivals door at Heathrow airport, your hands shaking slightly. You couldn’t believe you were about to see Simon. You couldn’t believe you were about to be reunited with him.

As the doors opened, you looked around, your heart pounding in your chest. You were so anxious to see him, to wrap your arms around him and kiss him.

You noticed a tall, dark haired boy walking towards you, a huge smile on his face. He looked even more beautiful than you remembered.

“Simon!” you yelled, running towards him. As soon as he saw you, he started running too, engulfing you in his arms when he reached you.

“Oh my God, I’ve missed you so much,” he said, burying his face in your neck. You felt his breath on your skin and you couldn’t help but shiver. You had missed him so much. So, so much.

“I’ve missed you too,” you said, pulling away slightly to look at him.

He smiled at you, his hand reaching up to cup your face. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. You could feel the heat of his lips, the softness of them. You loved the way his lips felt on yours, the way they moulded together perfectly.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said, pulling away from you.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t see my boyfriend for three months?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t know, I mean, you’re a pretty busy person,” he said, shrugging.

You rolled your eyes at him, taking his hand. “Let’s get you home,” you said, smiling up at him.

Simon wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You leaned your head against his shoulder, taking in his familiar scent. You had missed him so much.

As you both got into the taxi, Simon couldn’t keep his hands off you. He kept playing with your fingers and holding your hand, his thumb tracing circles on your skin.

“I’ve missed this,” he said, smiling over at you.

“Missed what?” you asked, smirking at him.

“Missed you. I’ve missed this,” he said, squeezing your hand.

You smiled over at him, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. You couldn’t believe how much you had missed him, how much you had missed his touch. Just him being here was making you happier than you had been in months.

As you got home, Simon couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. It had been so long since he had seen you, and he didn’t want things to be weird between you both.

But as soon as you got inside, everything was back to normal. You were back to being you and Simon, you were back to being happy, and it was like you had never been apart.

You spent the rest of the day just lying in bed, your head resting on Simon’s chest. You could feel his heart beating, and it was making you sleepy.

“I’ve got something for you,” you said, sitting up and looking at Simon.

“What?” he asked, smiling at you.

You smiled back at him, reaching over to your bedside table, picking up a small box. You handed it to Simon, watching him carefully as he opened it.

Inside was a small bracelet with a charm on it. The charm was a little plane with a heart on it.

“I know it’s not much, but I wanted to get you something to remember me by when you’re away,” you said, looking at him nervously.

“I love it,” he said, smiling at you. “I love you.”

You smiled back at him, your heart swelling with happiness. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like Simon.

As the night went on, you both decided to have an early night. After all, you had been travelling all day.

As you were getting ready for bed, you noticed Simon watching you from the bed. He was sitting up against the headboard, a small smirk on his face.

“What?” you asked, smiling at him.

“Nothing,” he said, pulling back the covers.

You raised an eyebrow at him, walking over to him. You climbed into bed next to him, snuggling up to him.

As soon as your head hit the pillow, Simon’s lips were on yours. His hand was tangled in your hair, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You opened your mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth.

His hand trailed down your body, stopping at your waist, his fingers gently playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Off,” he mumbled against your lips, tugging at the material.

You pulled away from him, sitting up and taking off your shirt. Simon’s eyes never left your body, his eyes raking over you.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, pulling you back down to him.

You blushed slightly, your hands running over his chest, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Off,” you said, mimicking Simon’s words from earlier.

Simon chuckled, taking off his shirt. He pulled you back to him, his lips finding yours again. You could feel his hands on your back, trying to undo your bra.

“Can you help me?” he asked, breaking the kiss.

You nodded, sitting up and unhooking your bra, pulling it off, and throwing it to the side. You lay back down next to Simon, his lips finding your neck.

You couldn’t help but let out a small moan as he sucked on your skin. You had missed this so much, you had missed Simon so much.

"God, you're so damn hot, baby" he mumbled, and you let out a hum, letting him cup your breasts, and you threw your head back, moaning as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud into his hot mouth.

"Fuck, feels so good" You tangled your hands in his hair, pulling at the short length as he licked and sucked on both of them, biting them to see you get more and more desperate.

It had really been so fucking long. You had been busy for the last few weeks too, so you hadn't really gotten time to take care of yourself. Now, here he was, along with the promise of multiple orgasms.

"Gonna make y'cum so fucking hard, baby. Make it hard for you to walk" he promised, his brown eyes, full of lust, looking into yours.

"Fuck me so hard, I can't even crawl" you smirked, watching his eyes darken, as he grabbed your butt, grabbing the flesh, before spanking you. Hard.

You gasped, the slight burn spreading throughout the skin, making you clench your thighs. He pushed them open immediately, pushing one hand into your panties.

"Shit, you're so fucking wet already," he said, his fingers sliding easily into your dripping folds. You moaned, your head falling back as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you.

"You like that, baby? You like it when I make you all wet and ready for my cock?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

You nodded, unable to form words as he continued to finger you, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow, teasing circles.

It felt so good, his warm, long, and thick fingers fucking you so good. You could feel them hitting your gspot, which made your toes curl against the mattress, mind going blank.

You whimpered, your hips grinding against his hand, desperate for more. Simon chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he groaned, before shoving you down onto the bed, your legs spread wide. He climbed on top of you, watching you in awe as you lay beneath him, spread wide open, all vulnerable and wanting.

For him. Only him

He brought one hand back between your legs, swiping his fingers across your pussy, collecting the arousal that had coated the area. There was so much slick-your thighs were completely drenched from how wet you had gotten from just fingering. He brought his hand back to his cock, spreading your cream on his cock, lathering it with you, before smirking down at you.

You were growing desperate, the way he was teasing his already, red, throbbing cock, almost too much.

"Si!" you whimpered, watching as he showed no change in his pace.

"Si, please!" you begged, and he leaned in. You thought he would kiss you, but his hand came to wrap around your throat, slightly applying pressure as you closed your eyes.

"Shut up. You don't get to say anything. I'll do whatever I want to do to you, however I want to. And you're going to take it like the filthy whore you are for me. Understand?" he growled, his thick voice making you shiver.

"Yes-yes, understand" you replied, and his touch was gone. You opened your eyes, and it was a mere second before a harsh spank landed on your pussy.

You closed your legs around him instinctively, and he pushed them back open, spanking your pussy harder.

"What did I just say? Or are you too dumb to understand?"

You shook your head in no, spreading them back open. He hummed, before positioning himself between your thighs and plunging his thick cock deep inside you. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as he began to thrust into you with a fierce rhythm.

"God, you're so tight," he grunted, his hands gripping your hips as he pounded into you.

"My little dumb puppy" he whispered in your ear, his grip back on your throat. He fucked you relentlessly, your mouth dropping open as the tip of his cock hit the back of your cervix, the stretch because of his girth making you cry.

"Fuck-you're so fuckin-fucking big!" you cursed, and he reached back, spanking your ass once again.

"You've gotten used to it, though, haven't you? Having me inside this pretty, pretty cunt of yours? Hm? Swallowing me as if it's the last time you're having me? Clenching around me like the desperate puppy you are?"

His words rang in your ears, the way he described everything was so obscene.

"You like it, don't you? Like getting fucked by my big. thick cock"

You nodded again, and his hand trailed down from your throat to your breasts, groping them and using them as leverage as he fucked you into oblivion.

When you didn't answer, he slapped your cunt again, your wetness gushing out suddenly, wetting his cock and stomach.

"Fuck! Dirty, filthy girl: he cursed, hitting your cunt again and again, watching with amusement as you fell apart beneath him.

Your entire body shook as you came, your walls clenching around him as he continued to thrust, prolonging your orgasm. Your mind went back, completely fucked dumb.

"Shit, that's it. Let it all out," Simon encouraged, his own climax hitting him hard as he emptied himself inside you. His thick, milky cum filled you up, the warmth that you wanted for so long, finally inside you.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Simon said, collapsing on top of you.

“I’ve missed you too,” you said, smiling up at him.

“I love you,” he said, pressing his lips to yours.

“I love you too,” you said, closing your eyes.

And as you fell asleep in Simon’s arms, you knew nothing could ever keep you apart. And maybe, if you woke up after some time, it might not be too late for round two.

. . .

i’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, i’m sorry if it’s really bad, but i hope you enjoyed it <3

@ilovehobi101

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thegnomelord · 5 months

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#32 with dombot!Alejandro, subbot!Rudy, and domtop!m!reader. reader find out Alejandro and Rudy made anonymous porn together before committing to the military

Sure thing dude, this got a bit of drama but it's mostly porn lol. I'm going to be taking reqs until 23:59 of December 1st so ya'll still have +- a day to request one of the remaining prompts. Play the game HERE

Prompt: Finding their OnlyFans account

CW: NSFW, reassuring sex(is that even a thing?), porn videos, riding, oral, cum eating. I wrote Spanish in italics.

The asses match.

Their asses match— is the only thing rolling in your skull, every other thought consumed by the high pitched moans ringing in your ears, your eyes focused not on the three masked sweaty bodies writhing against each other in coital bliss, but on a birthmark on one of their asses.

The same birthmark Alejandro has.

When some random dude texted you 'how does used pussy feel like? They're never going to forget me.' you thought it was a case of the mixed number. But then the guy sent you a series of porn videos and you would have ignored them besides having a chuckle at the shit titles- 'Latino twinks tamed by big cock' -had you not caught sight of a young guy with Alejandro's birthmark riding a cock in the thumbnail.

You ended clicking on the video. You shouldn't have.

One video lead you down a rabbit hole and it was like being a bystander at a car crash- a sort of morbid curiosity keeping you looking but unable to move your body. With their faces covered you couldn't tell their exact ages, but they looked young— no tattoos your fingers would absentmindedly trace, no scars you'd kiss, bodies still lean and soft.

You knew they had a life before you, you had no problem coming into their relationship nor did you think less of them... but it was still jarring at just how enthusiastic they were; legs shaking more than you could ever make them, riding the man and begging for 'more, more, more' like trained porn stars, moans loud and whiny like all the sense was fucked out of their heads, screaming out his name and clutching the bed for dear life.

The more you watch, the more you start comparing yourself with the guy in the videos, insecurity taking little nibbles on your mind for every difference you notice. You feel stupid for feeling this way, but your rational mind feels like it's being pushed through a shredder and you can't stop think—

Rudy's hand settles on your shoulder, rough but warm, and you jump out of your skin, leaping to your feet, eyes wide and phone clutched close to your chest like you'd just got caught looking at boobs in school.

"My life?" Rudy asks, confusion obvious on his face as his hand stays hovering in the air, once inviting but now reminding you of a hangman's noose. "Are you alright?" He asks.

"Yes!" You snap out on instinct, voice so rough and hard it makes him flinch back. You immediately back off, looking down with shame sitting like a boulder in your chest. "...no, I'm not."

You feel him close the distance, his calloused hands warm and gentle against your cheeks as he tilts your head to place a soft kiss on your lips before making you look at him. "Love, talk to me." He says, soft but firm.

"I...uh-" You shuffle your feet like a child, shoving your phone to him. "-this guy sent me this and... and I know it's you and Ale."

Rudy's eyes widen then narrow, face hard like he's facing off against a narco. He mutters something in Spanish that's too harsh and fast for you to fully understand, but you do catch a "-fucking bastard-" in the middle of it. Then he sighs, reaching down to tug you on sleeve, "Come here, my life."

He doesn't give you time to argue as he pulls you to the living room where Ale's watching football. "Hey, the match is starting, where have you two been?" He asks, but the second he looks at Rudy he's turning the TV off and you're left feeling like a kid at the principal's office while they quickly talk in Spanish.

"Alright," Alejandro breathes out, both of them turning their attention to you. "We may have filmed some pornos before we joined the military." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. "That motherfucker that texted you was a guy we'd collab with frequently."

You nod your head, indicating them to keep talking because your own voice fails you. They explain how the guy got too annoying to deal with, feeling entitled to their time and attention and wouldn't leave them alone when they dropped him. He hassles them once in a while.

Once they're done explaining it you stand there, gnawing on your lip, thoughts swirling in your head. Rudy comes closer to you, placing a hand on the back of your neck and your body leans into him like he's a spit of land in a raging ocean. "What are you thinking?"

"I don't know." It's the best way you can explain the strange combination of emotions and thoughts, the only way.

"If it helps," Alejandro sides up to you, one hand brushing your cheek, "He wasn't the best at sex."

"He was shit." Rudy says simply. "Made us swear off opening the relationship for a while."

A snort of laughter leaps out of your throat, "How bad do you have to be to get you two to swear off it?" You ask,

"He'd jackhammer me like a bull and wouldn't take instructions." Rudy says point blank.

"That's blunt." Another chortle escapes you, the two joining you and it feels good to break the tense atmosphere, like clearing the stagnant water of a pond.

"It's the truth," Alejandro adds, "Couldn't tell you how often we had to fake it." He comes closer to grab and squeeze your hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

That makes your brows furrow, and you hate for showing how insecure you are but you can't help ask: "And with me? Do you-" They silence your voice and worry with a barrage of kisses, on your cheeks, your eyelids, brows, nose, and everything between, until you're responding in kind and you're all giggling like kids.

"How about we show you?" Alejandro suggests, smooth saccharine voice making Rudy's eyes darken and your heartbeat pick up. "Yes, my loves?"

You're distracted with hot kisses and firm touches to notice how you end up in the bedroom, only becoming aware of them takes a piece of clothing off along the way when you're sucking a hickey on a new piece of their bodies or when their lips are on yours, teeth nipping at your throat to suck matching hickeys on either sides of your neck while you fiddle with their belts.

You tumble into the wide bed, a mess of limbs that acted in sync like one living creature, your motions slow and firm and real as you slowly stretched out Rudy, your fingers slick with abundant lube and drawing soft, pleased sounds that Rudy moaned against Ale's hard cock. "You look so good, my loves." Alejandro breaths out, braced against the headboard and a pillow under his hips to give Rudy access to his hole.

"So good for me," You hum, insistently rubbing Ruby's prostate with your fingers and stroking his hard cock, your mind getting drunk off the way he tilts his hips into your hand and sighs, his tongue eagerly flicking around Alejandro's rim, letting himself be moved by Ale's hand in his hair to where Ale wants him. "You're squeezing so well around me." You kiss the swell of his ass, getting Rudy to squeeze harder around your fingers to prove your point.

Sliding your cock into Rudy until your balls rest against his makes all of you groan, spreading his walls open so well he moans into Ale's ass. You drape your body over Rudy's pinning him down like you know he loves, your eyes meeting Alejandro's as you pump your cock into Rudy's spasming walls, milking drops of pre with every thrust that has your cock bashing against his prostate.

"Go on, make our sky cum." Ale grins, roughly fisting his cock, mind swimming with pleasure from Rudy's tongue playing at his rim and the sight of you two so disheveled, flushed with heat and eyes hazy. It's his favorite part of sex— getting to see you and Rudy succumb to pleasure, freely giving as much as you take.

You nod, increasing your pace, balls slapping against his and hitting his special spot with the precision of a marksman, bullying your cock inside him until he's whining and moaning your name against Ale's skin, not as loud as he was in the porn video but much more real, body and soul bared to take what you give and you give and give and give until you push him over the edge, his cock twitching in your hand and spewing seed on the sheets, pulling you down with him and you don't attempt to pull out, shoving yourself balls deep and flooding his belly with your cum.

You breathe to catch your breath before reaching over to help Alejandro cum too, but he bats your hand away. "No, no, no, I have another idea." He grins, the confident lust in his eyes making you harden up in an instant and you know the second Rudy notices it when he clenches around you, his walls giving a wet creamy 'squelch' around you. "Can you two keep up?"

You let Ale push you onto your back, supporting Rudy's hips and uncaring of your cum dripping down on your face as you swiftly pull him down to sit on your face, tongue darting out to eat him out. "Oh fuck- my love-" Rudy groans and unashamedly grinds his hips into your mouth, your tongue delving deep to scoop out your cum, swallowing it without complaint just to feel his walls quiver pitifully around your tongue.

"So good for us." Ale's quick to kiss him, straddling your hips, holding you by the base as he slinks down, hissing against Rudy's mouth at the burning stretch. He relishes the stretch, the feeling of having his body yield to yours, but more importantly he relishes how perceptive you are even when smothered in Rudy's perfect ass, bucking your hips into Ale's when he tries to rise up so you nail his prostate.

"Fuck-" Rudy whines, switching between your and Ale's names, hands roaming every inch of both of your skin while you continue to eat him out, making him spasm and twitch with overstimulation, his heart flutter at how eagerly you pleasure him, his cheeks and ears burning from just how wet you sound underneath him, your throat and jaw wet with spit and cum.

Alejandro sets a hard pace, hands bracing against your stomach to give him perfect balance to rise his hips until your tip's kissing his pulsing entrance and then dropping down, grounding out a rough "Yes, there-" when you buck your hips up to meet him halfway.

You float in bliss, your brain melting through your cock and skull pleasantly empty of everything other than them, though that might be because of slowly depleting oxygen, but you'd be happy to die like this if it made Rudy moan like he's doing now. Ale's tight heat makes you groan, feeling both of them flutter and clench around you, feeding the burning heat in your belly and fuck you're approaching your peak quickly.

You don't know who cums first but it triggers a chain reaction, liquid pleasure rushing like a heatwave through your veins until you're shooting your cum deep into Alejandro's spasming walls that milk you until you've deposited your last drop inside him.

You're all so exhausted you end up leaving washing up for morning, pulling the two men close to you. Rudy's already conked out and sleeping on your chest, lightly drooling.

"Adorable." Alejandro lazily runs his fingers through Rudy's hair, draped over your body, and you see his eyes are starting to droop just like yours.

"I love you." You say in Spanish, your heart doing a fluttering beat at the way Alejandro grins and nuzzles his head into your neck, laying a soft kiss between the numerous bruises they've left.

"I love you too. Both of you." That's the last thing you hear before you fall asleep...

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cameronspecial · 6 months

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Let Me Get It For You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: Rafe is determined to make his angel's wants come true.

A/N: Inspired by this video.

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Rafe Cameron is a loving and devoted boyfriend. He is always trying to provide for Y/N and get her everything she wants. However, even with all the money he possesses, the universe seems to be against letting him give her exactly what she wants tonight. She watches as his hand moves the joystick in the direction of the pink unicorn and holds her breath as she watches him press the button that lowers the claw. For the second time tonight, the claw wraps around the toy but raises without the prize. “Ughh, this thing is a piece of crap,” he groans, kicking it. The bartender looks over at the couple, “Hey, man! Don’t kick my shit.” Y/N yells over an apology, glaring at her boyfriend slightly. “Rafe, it’s okay. You’ve tried twice already, I really don’t need it,” she reassures. Her hand places itself on his chest and gives him a small rub of comfort.

He pulls out of her touch to put more money in the machine and focuses on trying again. His new effort doesn’t work, leaving him empty-handed and more frustrated. As he pays for another round, she speaks up. “Seriously, Rafe. Let’s just go home. I’m tired.” He shakes his head, “No. You want this damn unicorn and I’m going to get it for you like any good boyfriend would.” “You are a great boyfriend. Winning me the stuffed animal isn’t going to prove anything that I don’t already know,” she says, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He looks over his shoulder to give her a kiss on the cheek, “It’s going to prove how much I care about you. Now, please, let me get it for you, Angel.”

Y/N knows arguing is futile, so she takes his credit card and goes to sit at a table to get something to eat. This is going to be a very long night.

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Three hours later, Y/N and Rafe are still in the same positions. She is hunched over a book at the table and he is sitting on the bar stool he brought over to the claw machine. It has to be hundreds of games later, but he doesn’t care about his aching wrist. They are the only patrons in the bar and the bartender is now glaring daggers at Rafe while giving Y/N a sympathetic look. The bartender moves out from behind the bar and approaches Rafe. Rafe ignores the man, focusing entirely on the unicorn. “You got to go now. I’m closing up,” the worker says in a gruff voice. Rafe’s head moves from side to side, “We can’t. I need to get this stuffed animal for my angel.” “Nope, you need to go. Come on, man. Look how tired your girl is. Just cut your losses and go home,” the man disagrees, gesturing toward Y/N. Rafe looks at her and notices the way her eyes are fluttering open and closed and then sighs.

He gets off of the bar stool and heads over to her. He grabs her purse on the table, kissing her lips as an apology. “I’m sorry I made you stay so late, Angel. Let’s get you to bed,” he suggests. Her arm slings over his neck and they walk out to his car. When they get home, they go through their typical nighttime routine and fall into bed together, going to sleep in each other’s hold.

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Y/N gets home the next day to find Rafe’s bed littered with stuffed animals. Front and centre is the pink unicorn with silver hooves. Rafe walks out of his bathroom, spotting his girlfriend with a grin. “You like it, Angel?” he wonders, coming to give her a kiss. She gives a small chuckle, “I love it, Rafe. But how did you get all of them? It must have taken you all day.” He gives her a sheepish look and he doesn’t want to admit what really happened, but he can’t keep a secret from her. “Actually, I just went back to the bar and offered the owner a thousand dollars for all of them,” he admits and this really gets Y/N laughing. “Rafe, you know all of this is probably worth like fifty dollars. A hundred, max.” His head buries itself in her neck to hide his embarrassment, “I know. But what my angel wants, she gets. And I wasn’t about to let one little unicorn get in the way of that.”

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strawberriianime · 7 months

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Wish you where here ♡

♡ you send them some naughty pictures/videos when they’re away~

♡ satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso, toji fushiguro, sukuna.

♡ cw: 18+ descriptions of body parts, nsfw linksss, whore-knee mfks, masturbation, sex talk!

☆ satoru gojo

He idly strolled on his phone, trying to hurry and rush the day. He had sent his students out on a quick mission, leaving him all bored in the hotel room he occupied. He hated being away from you for too long although it was just day 1/3, he was missing you dearly. As if you read his mind he had gotten a text message from you. He sat up clicking on your contact to see the message you had sent him. wish you where here ♡ ~ It was a video of you laying back in the king sized bed you both shared, fingers deep into your soaking heat. He adjusted the audio on his phone, allowing him to hear the the wetness of your cunt filling the room paired with your soft moans. He felt his pants tighten watching the video of you play with yourself. “fuck.” he muttered to himself. Sliding his pants down, he decided to facetime you. “Baby, put your pussy on the phone.”

☆ suguru geto

He was reading a book, enjoying the peace as he had finally gotten some alone time. Flipping the pages of his book he was brought out his focus due to a set of dings from his phone. Closing the book, he picked up his phone looking at the missed text from you. Putting his password in, he was met with the sight of your fucked out face. He smirked to himself, remembering the vibrating panties he had purchased that he could control and and everywhere. Swiping through the photos he was able to see the pool of wetness mixed with orgasm after orgasm thighs sticking in the pictures. Just the photos alone was enough to get him going, pressing your contact he was quick to dial your number. “Baby you’ve been doing so good let’s turn it up a notch okay?” he played with the settings turning the vibrations up causing your to moan and groan on the line. “Just one more for me okay?” it’s going to be a long night.

☆ kento nanami

nanami was a busy working man, he was always working. this time things where quite hard as he was away from you, and you where not there to help him destress. as if you where reading his mind he noticed his phone began dinging. it was a video of your holding a glass dildo, circling it slowly around your tongue. You begin licking at it like a shy little kitten, only to take nearly the whole 8 inches in your mouth. The prominent bulge in your throat was enough to get his dick standing. With a smooth, pop, you ended the video with a quick message “wish this was you”. His eyebrows furrowed calling your phone with intense speed, “Show me how you’re gonna suck my dick when I get back” Oh how he loves a good stress relief bj <333.

☆ choso

He sat quietly, tapping at his fingers as the others around his fussed and argued about who knows what. He was bored, texting his girlfriend about how much he missed her and how he couldn’t wait to get back home. What he didn’t expect was for you to send him a video of you in the shower, soaking wet body drenched in the vanilla body wash he loved. Bubbles covered your skin as your teased at both you breast, carefully rubbing each nipple slowly throwing your head back in the process. He quickly paused the video making sure nobody around him had seen that. Dismissing himself, he made way to the bathroom as he resumed watching the video. Your hands caressed each part of your body every curve, scar, stretch, you name it. His dick was aching and begging for your touch and he know it’s not the same when he does it. He was quick to call you as you smiled at him room full of steam. “Baby I need your help” he was quick to discard his pants palming his hardened dick. “Okay baby let’s get to it”.

☆ toji fushiguro

He always got pictures and videos of you everyday so this was nothing out of the ordinary to him. He used everything you sent him as jack off material. Your tits? Jacked off to em. Pictures of you? Jacked off to em? Now this, this is what he had been waiting for. You had sent him a 3:42 long video of you playing with you body, one hand to record and the other teasing at your body. You began fondling your breast, rubbing them in circles just as he liked. He groaned feeling the precum leaking from his tip, giving him more slickness to jerk himself. You teased them nice and slow pulling the the buds before making your way down to the lace panties you wore and that’s when the video cut. He grunted, dialing your contact (from his minute phone) “Hi baby”. “Don’t you hi baby me, now finish what you started or next time we meet i’m going to fuck your throat so hard my cum will leak out your eyeballs.”

☆ ryomen sukuna

As someone from his time, he’s quite old fashioned. He knew of phones, had a phone but rarely used a phone. Hell your his only contact! So when the phone buzzed it was a no brainer that it was his baby girl messaging him. He assumed it was another cheesy text or you telling him about your day but he was surprised to see the contrary. You sent him a photo of you teasing yourself, fingers trailing oh so delicately around your folds. He swiped through the rest to see you shoving your fingers deep inside of your cunt. Next swipe was a video, it was dark but the audio was all he needed. You where moaning, fingers making a popping squelching sound as they dug around your pussy begging to be filled. You where like a bitch in heat. He was stopped by your contact popping up once more this time as a facetime call, he picked up with a smirk on his face. “Your pussy sounds so wet, how much do you miss me?”

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dmitriene · 5 months

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𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗡 𝗚𝗙 𝗣𝗧 𝟮.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘛𝘞: 𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘛𝘏𝘠 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛, 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

days passed one after another, it seems simon was really scared after your last attempt at intimacy, it was even kind of comedic, a man who could break skulls and wash himself with the blood of his enemies was scared when his beloved girl got a small scratch on her lip while she was trying to blow him, wasn’t it charming?

it would have been so if he had not completely cut himself off from you, no, he did not stop touching you completely, on the contrary, he brought you to crushing pleasure with both his wide fingers and his deft tongue, looking into your tearful eyes through his light eyelashes, watching as your mouth opened slightly in the shape of the o, and your face was replaced by a new emotion each time, until you threw your head back, arching your spine with a quiet mewl, as soon as his tongue touched your pulsating bud, sucking it into his warm and wet mouth, full of saliva, as if he had been starving himself all day before touching you ‹𝟹

but that's not fair! you also wanted to do make him feel good, and even all sweet nothings in your blushing ears like — «your mere presence is enough to make me feel good, love» or — «the way your tender walls squeeze my fingers is already the fuckin' best thing i could have dreamed of» wasn't enough! you really want to learn, to do even better, but you know better than to argue with simon, and even your innocent teasing, such as licking his fingers, biting them, or biting his earlobe, making him growl and squeeze your waist until there are reddish marks on skin, none of this works, he knows how to hold back, and so he just ruffles your hair like an adorable pet, allowing you to continue, knowing that if he says no, it means no.

but it gets even worse when he says that he needs to go on a mission, yes, it is not as long as usual, but this does not change the fact that you will be left completely alone for a decent amount of time, and even none of his soft kisses and consolations do not cancel your disappointment, it’s not simon’s fault, of course not, and you never think so! you'll just be so bored and so lonely((

well, or you thought that you would, until you found yourself an innocent little hobby ‹𝟹 he will be away for so long, tired and miss you, so why not please him by sending him photos about how your day is going?

even if in the end, somehow magically, all your days consist of lying on your shared bed in a charming set of underwear with your cute fingers stuffed deep into your wet hole, chants of his name every now and then escape from your lips in the videos that you record for him almost daily, making him practically cum right in his pants, looking at the screen morning and night with wide pupils, grumbling and trying to tell you off with his promises that only push you to continue — «such a fucking tease you are, lovie, wait for me to come back and you won't be able to stand properly, gonna fuck you finally, what do you think, hm? dreaming, begging for it, aren't ya?»

and this promise alone is enough to send a shock of shivers down your spine, a quiet whine intuitively escapes from your throat when you look at this message and chew your lower lip, fidgeting with your teeth against it and typing the answer with almost trembling fingers, impatiently fidgeting on the sheets — «please, si, wouldn't want anything else, can't wait to you to get back home, feeling so empty already..»

every word pushes him into the abyss even more, he wanted to spend more time, he really did, but every vulgar message you send, a video with your precious naked areas of skin and how needy you act make him not care at all, he definitely will fulfill your every wish as soon as he returns home, anything for his sweet girl, just wait ‹𝟹

he returned home after about two weeks, about half a month at most, and he is finally in a familiar environment where he is immediately greeted by a light aroma of freshness and notes of your scent, but you are not on the sofa or in the kitchen, forcing him to habitually to worry, because even from the bathroom there is no sound — until he passes by your bedroom, catching the quiet purrs of his name from there, his hand shamelessly squeezes the door handle and opens it, revealing a charming scene in front of him.

your body arches against the sheets as you bury your face in the pillow, incoherently mewling his name like a prayer as your fingers move in and out of your wet, loose hole, you didn’t know that he would return today, and you missed him so much, you wanted to feel him so close that in the end you ended up in this position, your panties are somewhere on the edge of the bed, falling to the floor, there is nothing on your body except his t shirt, and your eyes become wet with tears of disappointment because your own fingers are not enough for you, when the sound of his voice makes you shudder sharply and squeeze around your digits — «what a beautiful scene, hm? are ya greeting me like this, darling?»

you whine something, looking at him over your shoulder through the damp veil and stupidly tilting your head like a lost kitten, whispering softly — «s-si? you're back?..» realization comes gradually, this is simon, you smell him and, albeit imprecisely, you see his figure in the doorway, so you move to remove your fingers from your pussy, wagging your hips and your ass that currently raised into the air when his commanding voice calls you, making you shudder and obediently freeze — «tsk, no.. no lovie, keep those fingers in and then i'm gonna replace them with mine»

your head moves on a subconscious level and you nod like a dummy, freezing in place even despite the slight numbness in your legs when he steps closer with measured and silent steps, crossing the path from the now closed door to the bed, allowing the mattress to sag under the weight of his knee as he settles down behind you, tracing your plush ass with his hand, pulling off his balaclava and throwing it away, a straight line of teeth clinging to the fabric of his gloves to expose his fingers and allow you to feel the warmth of his skin, as well as the beloved roughness of his fingertips.

— «waited for me so obediently, teasin' me, stuffing your poor cunt with your fingers while she begged for more, ye? don't worry, i'm here now» a rough, slightly hoarse voice teased, his eyes darkening even more with primal hunger as he watches your seductively arched body, wanting nothing more than to completely take possession of you, to take care of you.

simon settles on his knees behind you, his strong hands taking control as he guides your fingers deeper into your throbbing slick hole with one hand, pushing you over the edge, his touch intentional and guiding, allowing you to finally feel your stomach heat and twist with that lovely feeling.

his other hand quickly undoes the belt on his pants and his fly, casually and with a slap he pulls down the elastic of his boxers, freeing his swollen, throbbing cock which jumps forward, stands at attention and begs for release, pearls of precum slowly forming at the tip as he smears them along his impressive length.

soon his fingers smoothly take the place of yours, so much so that you don’t even notice when he thrusts into your wetness with decisive speed, plunging into your absolutely relaxed hole, he feels your walls squeezing his thick digits, and your moans of pleasure only increase his own arousal.

his free hand wraps around his aching shaft, stroking it firmly, causing milky drops of precum to gather at the tip even more actively, the pulsating sensation only intensifies, prompting him to seek release in the depths of your needy cunt, he just needs to play with you longer, make sure you are ready.

his breathing becomes heavier, his movements become more insistent, he can't help but imagine how he will stretch you, the thought makes his cock throb and ache with a raw, instinctive desire to finally feel you around him, making his thoughts melt and tongue take the leading position — «jus' a little bit, ffuuck, longer baby, gonna make you cum on those fingers your cunny loves so much»

his words alone are enough to make you squeeze him with a sucking tightness and tremble, simon's chuckle resounds in his chest and throughout the room when he sees your dumbfounded expression on your face, your moans of pleasure echo throughout the room after the long awaited orgasm, and he removes his fingers from your throbbing cunt, and the flow of your juices follows suit.

his teasing nature takes over as he runs his fingers over your sensitive bud, causing you to shiver, before, with deliberate slowness, he slides his swollen, sticky cock between the soft globes of your ass, the tip, bright red and slick with precum, pressing against yours puckered entrance, teasing and taunting, causing you babble confusedly — «pleaseplease, hhmnh, sisi, need you inside»

he savors this moment, taking his time to build anticipation, he unabashedly enjoys the power he holds over your trembling body, his own need barely contained as he holds both you and himself back, his senses on fire.

simon's actions are quick and decisive as he suddenly flips you onto your back and your body slides lower, positioning you perfectly for what's about to happen, giving him a view of your flushed face.

his deep, bottomless eyes meet your drunken expression as a small smirk appears on his lips, your legs spread wide, inviting him into your depths, and he obeys, feeling a rush of possessiveness, holding one of your legs under his knee, spreading it for his own review.

with deliberate slowness, he begins to slide his throbbing cock into your tight, virgin cunt, sharp new sensations overwhelm you, forcing you to close your eyes and instinctively hug his neck, seeking comfort and connection, hiding in his fragrant skin and calming down a little, especially thanks to the loosenes and the wetness of your pussy from early.

simon openly enjoys the tightness of your untouched walls, feeling pure pleasure as he finally slowly slides into you, taking his time, allowing you to adjust to his size, feeling every inch of your warmth gradually envelop his length, tight and pleasantly wet.

his cock continues its leisurely pace, plunging deeper into your depths, his every movement is calculated and controlled, therefore, having reached the deepest point of his penetration, he freezes, giving you the opportunity to adapt to the fullness and intensity of his presence between your walls.

his hand leaves your leg and slides to your face, gently touching your cheek, he nuzzles your cheek, his stubble brushing your skin, seeking connection beyond the physical, caring for your condition and purring huskily when you whine, fidgeting slightly — «i know, got you all dumb on my cock, but i need you to tell me if it's okay, love»

brown eyes search your face, looking for any signs of discomfort or pain, he wants to make sure that you are enjoying this experience as much as he does and that he is not pushing you beyond your limits, the heart in your chest swells and melts at his tenderness, so you struggle with the weight of your tongue in your mouth and whisper — «g-good si, feeling good, move, please move, mm» while his body is pressed against yours and his fingertips continue their gentle ministrations on your twitching bud, relaxing you.

simon registers your soothing words, knowing you're ready for him to continue, and when you recoil from his neck, letting your head fall onto the sheets, he takes the lead and his body instinctively begins to move inside yours.

your moans of pleasure slowly fill the air as you arch beneath him, the feeling of his teeth and lips on your neck adding to the intensity as he marks you with bites and kisses, leaving his imprint on your skin, slowly thrusting in and out of your tightness.

with a movement of his hand he moves it back under your knee, leaving your quivering bud, spreading your leg wider, giving him more access to your tight, drooling sex, his movements gradually becoming more purposeful, each thrust and rock of his hips calculated to please both of you, slapping gently with his skin against yours.

the thrusts become more intense, his muscular thighs slapping your ass with each more powerful movement, he lifts your leg even higher, giving him deeper access, causing you to squirm and claw at his arm in response to the sudden fullness, suddenly sighing and gasping, eyes rolling — «ah! mm! gonna — gonna cum like that, s-simon»

he hears you, but doesn't stop, his cock sliding deeper inside you, brushing against your cervix with every hard thrust, and the sensation alone sends waves of pure pleasure through your body, causing your mouth to open and close in silent ecstasy.

your eyes, slightly closed with desire, meet his dark gaze as he leans down to kiss your eyelids, gently touching your cheek with his lips, whispering words of encouragement, putting your pleasure above his own, saying through quiet growls — «good job, mgrh, go on, don't need to wait, yeah? cum f'me»

a couple more increasingly insistent thrusts become the final ones, bringing you to the edge as he continues to fuck you to orgasm, your inner walls clenching and sucking on his cock, feeling each vein and clamping around him in a wave of pleasure, soft mewls filling the room, echoing his satisfied grunts.

he kisses you passionately, his lips trailing down your face and neck, leaving marks and bites in their wake, the feeling of his teeth scraping against your shoulder only intensifies your pleasure, making you twitch and squirm across the sheets.

at the height of the moment he reaches his climax, his body tenses, muscles and abs flex and he releases his warm, pulsating cum deep into your slick pussy, his liquid warmth sending another shiver of pleasure coursing through your slightly exhausted body.

you cling to him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, seeking comfort and closeness after the first thrilling experience, and it makes him chuckle softly as he nuzzles your warm cheek, stroking your leg — «that's it, did soo good, now it's time to rest, mm?» you respond with something incoherent, nodding, although in the end you only bump into his shoulder as your consciousness slowly falls into sleep, and the last thing you feel is a warm towel and gentle strokes on your skin as he wipes you down, stroking you tenderly on the head ‹𝟹

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heartsforvin · 2 months

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hey bestie, could you do a vinnie imagine where the reader do the "asking my boyfriend questions so i can start an argument" trend 💖

ARGUMENTATIVE QUESTIONS

thank you for the request !! i hope you like it <33 (ps. vin in his lil snoopy shirt is so cute 🥹)

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; cussing, use of pet names, bit of angst, arguing, if i missed anything lmk !!

summary; you try a trend you saw on tiktok on your boyfriend but it does not go as planned

today was not the day you expected to start an argument with your boyfriend, but once you saw the video of a new trend going around, you just knew you had to do it.

you watched a few videos, seeing that girlfriends were asking their boyfriends random questions just to start an argument.

you giggled at the reactions the girlfriends got out of their boyfriends, some genuinely taking the questions a bit too serious.

you decided to look through the videos and pick out a few of the questions others had asked.

once you had a handful down on a notepad, you smiled to yourself as you walked with your phone and the notepad into vinnie’s room.

“baby!” you exclaim, smile on your face as you see the blonde on his bed with hera in his lap.

“what’s got you so excited?” vinnie asks as he averts his gaze to you, still petting the cat.

you don’t reply right away. you sit on his bed, making vinnie sit up, hera eventually running off in the room as he does.

vinnie sees the notebook and phone in your hands and puts two and two together.

“another trend?” he asks, and you give him a wide smile.

you let out an ‘mhm’ before placing your phone against the lamp on vinnie’s bedside table and starting up the tiktok app to record the two of you.

pressing the record button, the two of you situate yourselves next to each other, vinnie looking at you, ready for what you’re about to get him into.

“i feel like starting an argument,” you tell the camera, averting your gaze to smile at vinnie. “you ready?”

vinnie sighs but doesn’t protest, he just leans back on his hands and waits for you to ask a question.

“if we were to break up, would you date again?” you ask with such seriousness in your tone of voice, making vinnie almost laugh.

you wait for your boyfriend to respond, you hear a quiet, “oh shit, you’re for real.” before he speaks up.

“not right away, but yeah.” he replies.

“wrong,” you immediately say before he can get another word out. “why would we break up?”

vinnie furrows his eyebrows at you. the question was more rhetorical, but you watch as he starts to speak up.

“wrong?” he asks. “how’s that the wrong answer?”

“because we wouldn’t break up, that’s how.” you tell him, a smile on your face as you watch his turn into aggravation.

you kiss his cheek to try and soften his mood before you go onto the next question.

“if you tell me you’re hungry but i say im not, would you still order me something?” you decided to ask a bit of a trick question to see if he picks up on it.

vinnie chuckles. “yeah, you’d steal all my fuckin’ food then claim you weren’t hungry after you ate it.” he replies.

you laugh. “correct,” you kiss his cheek again before moving on. “i’m on my period — what’s the one thing i need?”

it takes vinnie half a second to answer. “me, easy.” he replies, and you chuckle.

“what?!” he dramatically asks, making you laugh even more. “you’re always like, ‘vin come here! vin i want cuddles!’”

“the answer is hera, but i’ll give you a half point.” you reply, watching as vinnie rolls his eyes.

you fake scoff. “don’t roll your eyes at me, you know i’m right.”

“yeah okay, well next time your period comes, don’t come whining to me.”

you let out a quiet laugh as you watch your boyfriend cross his arms over his chest like a child who didn’t get his way.

“next question!” you try to rid the tension in the room, only to definitely have more to come soon.

“one of the guys asked me out to the club but it was only me and them, not you. what would you do?”

you can tell vinnie’s getting frustrated at you and doesn’t want to answer the question, but does anyway.

“they’re your friends too, i’d say go ahead.” he responds, to which he already knows you’re about to say he’s wrong.

“i’m wrong, aren’t i?” he asks once he doesn’t hear you reply.

you nod and watch as he scoffs and rubs his hands over his face. vinnie stands up and turns to face you.

with the look in his eyes you can tell he’s aggravated either with you or just with the questions you had asked.

you quickly turn off your phone so the video catches none of the words that are about to be thrown out of vinnie’s mouth.

“what the fuck is this?” he asks you, arms thrown into the air. “are you tryna fuck with me? ‘cause it’s workin’”

your mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out. you didn’t think he’d be so upset with you about this.

you stand, eye level with vinnie’s chest without looking up at him. “ baby, i’m sorry.” you stand on your tip toes, giving him puppy dog eyes.

it doesn’t work, though. vinnie backs away from you, arms folded over his chest as he stares down at you.

you try so hard to not run into his arms, you know he’s upset with you, but you just thought it’d be a silly trend to do.

“vinnie, please,” you plead to him, trying to get him to crack so he can stop being mad with you. “it was just a dumb trend, c’mon, you of all people should know that.”

he scoffs, walking away from you. sighing, you sit back on his bed and just wait for him to cool off.

about twenty minutes later vinnie comes back and sees you curled up on his bed with hera in your arms.

“princess,” vinnie crouches down, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he whispers softly. “i know you’re not asleep, my love.”

you smile when you hear him say that sentence. rolling over, you face him with that same smile.

“can i talk?” he asks ever so softly, not wanting to make you upset again.

he knew his outburst, the tone in his voice, made you upset, and he didn’t want that to happen again.

nodding, you sat up slightly, just enough for vinnie to sit beside you. you rested your head on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“i’m sorry for getting upset with you. im sorry i ruined what was supposed to be a harmless and funny video.” he apologized to you.

he stroked your hair as he kissed the top of your head, whispering words of affirmation as he does so.

you melt into his touch, soaking up every single word he says to you, along with his apology.

“i really am sorry, sweetheart,” vinnie apologizes again. “to be fair, you do always need me when you’re on your period.”

smacking his chest, you both laugh at what vinnie says, even if it is true.

“it’s okay, vin. you’re right, though,” the two of you giggle. “and hera, so you weren’t totally off.”

both of you hug it out, vinnie apologizes profusely once more before you tell him it’s really okay and everything will be fine.

vinnie kisses you softly, both of you melting into the touch of each other. he cups your cheek and strokes it softly as he leaves kisses all along your face.

“i love you, sweet girl. forever n’ ever, alright?” he tells you, kissing the back of your hand.

you smile and lean in to kiss him again. “i love you more, baby. forever n’ ever.”

happy ending cus i don’t know a life without it !!

i hope you all liked this !! i’m tryna post consistently but work has been busy busy <\3

also i PROMISE the next few posts will be the part two of the cutest thing, im just trying to make it great for yall so its takin a bit !

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ynsvnte · 2 months

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Everyone adores you (at least I do) — Park Jongseong

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slight angst, wc: 868 warnings: swearing, pet names, kissing, arguing, pairing: bff!Jay x fem!reader

Synopsis: Your were always well liked growing up even by Jay. Having a huge crush on you and trying to show signals. until that’s when he had enough.

Sing along at Lispenard St. (Series Masterlist)

Jay smiled hearing your giggles. Oh how downright bad this boy was for you. Little backstory, You and Jay grow up being neighbors and your parents thought about inviting their new neighbors over to welcome them. When you both first met, you both clicked instantly. Having a friend around during the weekends was great. As you and Jay were insuperable, growing up everyone knew how much Jay liked you. Everyone expect, you. You did like Jay at one point but just gave up as one of your friends also liked him too and you thought she deserved him more (she got rejected) Now in university you both are going to the same university. Still insuperable.

“Hey Jay look..” you show Jay your phone, a video of a puppy that you thought was adorable. Jay gets closer and watches the video. Laughing at the cute puppy. “Hmm, very cute..” He said. You turn off your phone and sit up. “So are you doing anything..this weekend..?” You asked Jay, curious what he's been up to. “Nothing really, just might just stay indoors all day maybe..” your mouth widens. “Staying indoors..? Jay you got to be kidding me. You should go out with your friends and find yourself a girlfriend..” your words seemed pathetic to him. Girlfriend? Who is he to find one when he has you..that’s if the feeling is mutual of course. “Yn look I’m not looking for someone right now..” all lies he wants you. “Whatever” you roll your eyes at him. Jay could only hope that one day you could realize his feelings for you..

2 days later..

You and Jay are now in his dorm room. Working on assignments that are due tomorrow. “Some professors should fucking rot in hell.” You muttered, making Jay laugh. “Yeah..but watch that pretty mouth of yours..” he warns. He glances over to you. Noticing you didn’t react to his words. He only signs before going back to work. Trying to ignore the feeling of annoyance.

1 week later

Jay visits you unexpectedly.

“Hey..” he said awkwardly. You wave at him allowing him inside. “So what brings you here?” You asked him. “Nothing just bored sweetheart.” Sweetheart..this made you blush a bit but you ignore the feeling. Jay settles down onto your sofa getting comfortable.

“Hey now you’re the guest..” you say giving him a glare.. “yeah but this is like my second home.” You shake your head in disappointment before sitting down next to Jay. Turning on the tv.

“You know I had one girl ask me if we’re dating..” you spoke up. It wasn’t new for others to think you both were dating. Everyone was convinced you were together. Just by the way you both interact with each other. “Oh..” Jay said.. He wishes it was real..

“It would be weird if we dated..” okay ouch..Jay wished deeply how you see his feelings and his thoughts about you. To him you were the most perfect person in the world. Jay goes silent. Making you worried.

“You alright..?” You asked him.. jay nodded a bit before speaking up.

“Are you sure it would be weird if we dated..” Jay's tone was stern, making you shiver a bit. “Y-yeah..”

“And how would it be weird?” He asked, that question caught you off guard. “Well to be truthfully honest. I don’t know.. I mean you don’t like me-“

“Says who..?” Huh..? What does he mean by that.. “what..?” Okay now you’re very confused. “How do you know I don’t like you..” Well you don’t have any good reason at all you just assume because you thought Jay would never like you. Especially considering a lot of girls like him. “W-well i-i don’t know..” Jay only sighs in frustration.

“Yn..this is all bullshit..Yn I want to say this..I like you. More than a friend..I keep giving you hints hoping you would notice one day. But no you never do. I liked you for years. And yet you want to say it would be weird? Yn we’ve known each other for so long..” what.. his words shocked you. You face him with your eyes wides

“Huh-..” you’re only shocked. Not knowing your crush likes you back. Yeah after all you couldn’t move on. “You like me..?” You asked him. “Yes..” Jay says, looking straight at you. You only looked down at your lap. Before you feel a hand touch your face, grazing your cheek. You move your head slightly before seeing Jay's face close to yours. You and Jay both make eye contact. Not breaking it.

“C-can I..?” Jay asked. You only nodded your head. You feel his lips meet yours. His lips felt so nice. You move your arms and wrap it around his neck. And you feel him move, making you sit on his lap. You feel him wrap his arms around your waist. Pulling you closer. You both kiss for a few more minutes before pulling away. Both gasping for air. Jay pulls you into a hug..

“I love you…” he says softly into your ear.. you sink into his hug and kiss his cheek

“I love you too..” ahh young love.

Author’s note: went overboard with Jay sorry but 800+ without me not losing motivation something is wrong.. 🦧 or it’s bc my drafts is filled and it’s annoying me so much

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bl00dst41ned · 8 months

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Hiii. Can you please write angst where Jobe and the reader have a really bad argument so they stop talking to each other for like a week. And they’re both nervous that the other is going to break up with them? Can it end in fluff like where they make up? Thank you.

*.·:·.✦ never ending ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jobe bellingham x female reader

summary: in which a bad argument torments two young love birds

author's note: requested by anon. was way longer than i thought. might get back to posting randomly don’t know yet but I got ideas

word count: 1228

“If you actually cared about me, you would understand how I feel” You spat at Jobe’s face as he rolled his eyes at your words.

“But I can’t control what somebody is about to say before he says it”

You two had been arguing for the last fifteen minutes for what seems to be a stupid reason. For all you remembered, it started with a phone nowhere to be found. Then, somehow you were angry about how he handles his friends.

“He bluntly disrespected me and you just sat there not saying nothing”

“What did you want me to do” He snapped, raising his voice. He never raised his voice, let alone at you.

“Tell him that he was wrong”

“Maybe he wasn’t”

Your mouth slightly open, as his sentence left you speechless. His friend Tony had called you a bitch and there Jobe was, your boyfriend, agreeing with him. This could not be real. It felt like some type of game. Like he had sent her the ultimate punch, knocking her out completely.

You didn’t pronounce a word and just left the house. Luckily, nobody was here to hear you argue and ask any questions. You just grabbed your phone and coat going back to yours.

Your heart tightened with each sobs, your chest aching. It was not the first argument but this one tore your heart apart.

…………..

You checked your phone for the millionth time in an hour. It had been a week since that argument. A week since you have seen Jobe or talked to him. Not a message, not a call, no nothing. There were times when you wanted to. But you were always reminded that you didn’t do anything wrong.

“If you don’t put that phone down” Your best friend snatched it out of your phone putting it on the table, faced down. “I told you already about that”

“But I miss him”

“But he needs to understand” She said with a ‘duh’ face, as you looked away not wanting to face her and the truth. “If you let this one slide, he won’t see the issue”

You could feel your eyes water at the thought of him. Your mind roamed all day wondering how he felt. Your relationship was on a dark path, eating you alive. Eventually, the tears that threatened to fall, ran down your cheeks.

“I just want to speak to him, know how he feels” Each word brought more tears to your eyes. “Maybe he doesn’t even feel anything.”

“Give yourselves time away, you’ll be alright”

“But what if we don’t. Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe we’ve come to the end of us-”

“Don’t. Even. Dare. Saying that.” Your best friend cut you off “That little argument will not break your relationship. Not on my watch”

“Now wipe your tears and let’s get back to this homework, okay?”

You nodded your head, doing as told, taking a deep breath before going back to your work. Your best friend grabbed her phone, tapping her keyboard quickly before concentrating.

Jobe

apologize to my best friend or

you’ll pay for each tear on her face

On the other hand…

Jobe sat in his friend’s room sitting on the bed.

“JOBE!” The loud voice of his friend made him jump, exiting out of his thoughts. “Are you playing with us?”

He decided to spend the day with some friends, playing video games and getting his mind off. But the message he just received from your best friend had brought him back to your argument. Jobe regretted everything he had said to you. The image of your glossy eyes staring at him after his harsh words had been glued in his mind for the entire week.

“Stop thinking about (Y/N) for once, please,”Tony sighed loudly, his annoyance clearly audible.

A silence followed as they all looked at each other awkwardly.

“Tony, leave him alone for once” Another friend stepped in, trying to change the subject. “He’s not in the mood”

“But he just ruins the vibe every time, looking all depressed”

“Well, sorry I’m scared (Y/N) might break up with me”

Tony rolled his eyes at the mention of your name.

“Bro, what’s your problem with my girl?”

Jobe had grown tired of the slight shades Tony would throw around about you. He did not see the real problem but the time he was apart from you, he spent it with his group, noticing Tony’s behaviour every time you were mentioned.

“Stop acting like she’s not the problem”

“But she’s not”

“Anyway, just play the game” Tony tried to give him the controller before letting go, realizing he would not take it.

“No, bro, let’s settle the issue now. What has she done to you? Cause if we are in this situation it’s mostly your fault”

“What is she crying about now?”

“You hate her for no reason and disrespect her in front of her face and think she’ll be alright”

“Nah, bro, she’s getting in your head too much” Tony shook his head looking away. “This bitch-”

Tony didn’t even have time to finish his sentence that Jobe had got up, aggressively heading to Tony. With all he had said about you, he was definitely not his friend anymore.

Their friends instantly got up to keep them away from one another. Tony, outraged by Jobe’s behaviour which he found over the top, decided to leave them, insulting Jobe on his way out.

“I should go too”

“You sure ?”

“Yeah, I’ll just go home”

He grabbed his phone and got out of the house, heading to your house.

(Y/N) 🤍

I’m coming in thirty mins

seen

……………

Jobe knocked on your room door, entering once you allowed it. He smiled at your sight with his hoodie on you, enveloping your body. He assumed you wouldn’t want him to touch you so he went to sit on your bed. You couldn’t wait any longer and just went to get into his arms.

“I missed you”

“I missed you too, I’m sorry for what I’ve said to you” He spoke while giving you multiple forehead kisses.

“It’s oka- no it’s not” He cut you off as you tried to brush it off as if it did not matter. But he could not let what he had done just be forgotten.

“I disrespected you for no reason and dismissed your feelings. I didn’t try to actually see the situation from your point of vi- matter of fact it was just overly wrong and anybody could say it. For some reason, I approached the situation very dumbly and not as your boyfriend should. I’m deeply sorry, babe”

You could only listen, still glued to his body. He had realised that he was wrong

“I’m sorry too for screaming at you”

“Jobe” You spoke lowly while you let him go“Let’s not let that happen again. I don’t want to feel like we’re on the verge of breaking up after every argument"

“I know, I’ll be better, I promise”

“It’s not real until we lock pinkies” You held your pinky up to him.

He smiled at you, locking his pinky with yours before kissing them so you knew it was genuine.

“This does not change how I feel for you” You reassured, already knowing it had been on his mind. “Remember that”

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Pile Up

PAIRING- Lando Norris x gn!reader (they/them pronouns)

SUMMARY- After a pile up during a race Lando asks to have you on the radio. You get nervous about Lando's career after realizing how dangerous it could be.

WARNINGS-none

WORD COUNT- 1,892

AUTHOR'S NOTE- New blog and first f1 fic. i don't know how much i'll be posting but i need to get my f1 obsession out in writing.

You were sitting in the McLaren lounge watching as Lando drove around Monaco’s track. You always loved the home races. It meant you got to go home to your own bed after Lando secured his win. Lando was in third, behind Lewis and Max. The race was tight, everyone piled close to each other at every turn. Max made a move for first at a tight corner. Lewis tried to push him out, turned too hard, and spun out. Max’s car followed suit, being thrown into a wall. Lando drove past Max’s spinning car before you watched him collide with Lewis and slide into a wall. Then the video feed turned away from the cars, suddenly focusing on the grandstands. You rose without a word and started running towards McLaren’s garage. One of the McLaren security guards tried to stop you, but you pushed his arm off you and he didn’t have the heart to go after you. You found yourself in the garage, everyone turning to see your very loud entrance. You looked at Zak.

“Is he okay?” You cried out in question. A camera was turned on you.

“Yes,” Zak said. “He’s stuck in the car.” Zak turned back to the computers and spoke into the headset. You stood in the back of the garage hugging your arms around yourself and listening intently to everything Zak was saying.

“…Yeah, they’re here…Not now, Lando. Let’s just get you out of there…Yeah, they are, but—Yeah. Alright, Lando. Hold on…” Zak turned away from the computer and walked towards you. He pulled his headset off as he approached.

“Lando wants to talk to you,” Zak said. Your eyes widened and you took the headset from him and pulled it over your ears.

“Lan?” You called into the microphone. You could hear him grunting in pain.

“Hi, love,” he replied.

“Lan, what’s going on? I’m scared. I’m not supposed to talk to you on the radio,” you said.

“Just want to—ah—hear your voice,” he said, gasping between his words. Your eyebrows were furrowed together as you heard your boyfriend gasping in pain.

“Lando, are you hurt? What’s wrong?” You asked, tears starting to slip from your eyes. He didn’t answer. “Lan?”

“I’m not hurt,” he managed to get out.

“Lan, why am I on the radio with you? What’s wrong?” You asked.

“The car’s on fire. And I can’t—ah—get out,” he said. You looked up at the pit wall. Zak was on a new headset.

“Two minutes out on back up fire support,” he called over the headset.

“Would—mm—Would you all mute except y/n?” Lando asked.

“Lando, we need to be in communication right—” Zak started to argue.

“I’ll tell them if I need you back on. I want a minute alone,” Lando said firmly. Zak pursed his lips.

“Alright, everyone off.” You watched as everyone began pulling their headsets off.

“Lando, what’s going on? Why are you doing this?” You asked.

“I love you,” he said, as if that were such an obvious reason to have you on the radio—an unprecedented occurrence in the McLaren garage. “I want to be with—mmpf—with you right now. Even if it’s just—ah—over the radio.”

“Why? Tell me what’s happening,” you begged.

“You’re the best thing—agh—that ever happened to me,” Lando said, ignoring your questions. “I loved every second.”

“Lando, are you trying to say goodbye?” You were crying.

“I’m—mmpf—I’m okay, love. It’s going to be alright,” he said.

“Don’t say that,” you whimpered. “It makes it sound like it won’t be.”

“Fire support is thirty seconds out,” Zak called over to you.

“Just hang on, baby,” you begged into the headset. “Zak says they’re almost there. Just hold on a little longer.”

“I see them, love,” Lando told you. “Get Zak back on for me. I’ll be back soon.”

You signaled for Zak to put the headset back on and you watched as everyone in the McLaren garage simultaneously moved their headphones over their ears. Andrea was immediately questioning Lando, and instructing him how to keep himself protected while they got him out of the car. You stood with your arms wrapped around you waiting anxiously. After a few minutes the chattering on the radio had ended. Your heart was racing, terrified of what that meant. A safety car pulled up to the McLaren garage and Lando climbed out of the passenger seat. Lando searched the back of the garage for you, striding quickly across the garage to wrap you in his arms once he saw you.

“Lan,” you whimpered.

“I’m alright,” he assured you. “Totally fine.”

“I was scared—the way you were talking—I thought—”

“I know. I did too,” he whispered into your ear. Your hands were digging into his suit as you cried into his neck. “But I’m okay.”

“I can’t lose you,” you whimpered into his neck.

“You’re not gonna lose me, sweetheart,” Lando said. He didn’t call you ‘sweetheart’ often. It was a nickname he had never used outside of the house before. The change felt serious to you. He would call you ‘sweetheart’ when he was comforting you. He didn’t use it any other time.

The next few hours felt like a blur. The rush of fear seemed to have let time drift by you. Lando was checked by the medical officers. He did his press. He had his debrief. You were back at his place before you even realized it.

“You alright?” Lando asked when you stood motionless in your bedroom. You turned to look at him, as if broken from a trance.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you said. “Just tired I guess.” You quickly changed into your pajamas. You got into bed, immediately scooting over to Lando and laying your head in his lap while he sat against the headboard and scrolled on his phone. His empty hand immediately went down to your hair, running his fingers through it.

“Have you been on twitter since we got home?” Lando asked.

“No,” you said. “Something funny?”

“No,” he answered. “People are talking about what a sweet couple we are,” Lando said. You tilted your head to look up at him.

“Did we get caught making out somewhere?” You asked. Lando laughed.

“No, you muppet,” he said. “They think it’s sweet that I had you on the radio.”

“Oh.” You said. Lando raised an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I just sort of wish that nobody else heard that,” you said.

“Just because they heard it doesn’t mean it wasn’t just for you, sweetheart,” Lando said.

“I know, Lan,” you assured him. He reached down to your chin, turning your head so he could look into your eyes.

“Nobody is a part of this but you and me,” Lando said. “They don’t know about us.” He smirked as he said it.

“Did you just make a One Direction reference?” You asked.

“Maybe,” Lando said with a mischievous smile. You rolled your eyes.

“So genuine,” you chuckled. Lando wound his fingers with yours.

“I’m serious though,” Lando said. “They’ll never really understand how we feel about each other.” You smiled and reached up with your free hand to cup his cheek, gently pulling him down to kiss you.

“I love you,” you told him when he leaned back.

“I love you too, baby,” he assured you. You hummed before turning back to lay more comfortably. Lando smiled as you fell asleep in his lap. For the next week you were always by his side. Lando was on break but he still had practices with Mclaren and you were there at every single one. You would barely leave Lando alone. He loved it. He had always felt like he needed you more than you needed him. It was nice for him to feel like you couldn’t get enough of him. He was laying on the couch one evening when you curled up with him. He decided he should finally ask you about it.

“What’s got you like this for the last two weeks?” Lando asked as you snuggled into his side.

“Like what?” You asked.

“All cuddly. Usually you make me beg you to admit you need me,” Lando joked as he started dragging his fingers against your scalp. You were quiet. Too quiet. Lando stopped moving his hand and craned his neck to look down at you. “Baby? What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared, Lan,” you admitted.

“Scared of what, love?” He asked. You sighed.

“That pile up in the last race,” you said. Lando’s eyes softened. The look on your face when he walked into the garage had been more terrified than he imagined you could ever be. “I just—I guess I never thought about how dangerous it really is before.” Lando pulled you up so you were lying over his body.

“I’m sorry, love,” he said. “I promise you that I’m always driving safely.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I know, Lan,” you told him. “It’s just scary now.”

“That’s why you’ve been coming to all my practices,” Lando said in realization.

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you and I’m not there.”

“Nothing is going to happen. Everyone in the crash is alright. Lewis got the worst of it and he’ll be back in a month,” Lando comforted.

“He got lucky. You got lucky,” you said.

“The cars are safe, love. You know the engineers are good,” he reminded you.

“You’re going over two hundred miles an hour in a box made of carbon fiber filled with gasoline,” you said. “So much could go wrong.” Lando sighed.

“I know,” he said. “But there’s nothing we can do about it.” You hummed quietly at his words. Lando knew what it meant immediately. “Baby,” he started to protest.

“I didn’t say anything,” you defended. You knew what he meant too.

“I can’t quit. You know that,” Lando said.

“You could. You just don’t want to.”

“We need the money if we want to keep living here,” he said.

“Lan, you know we don’t really need this whole house,” you pointed out. He sighed.

“What would I do then? If I didn’t have racing?” He pushed. His voice was flatter than it usually was.

“You have Quadrant,” you reminded him. Lando’s hands had stilled the patterns they’d been drawing on your back. He took a deep breath.

“Love…That’s not the point,” Lando started to argue.

“I know you’re not going to quit, Lan,” you stopped him. “I would never ask you to quit anyway. I know what racing means to you.”

“Oh.” Lando was expecting a fight when you started talking. Everyone else who had this talk with him had always told him to quit.

“But I thought you were going to die so I can still wish you would quit,” you said. “At least for another week.” Lando smiled softly down at you.

“Okay, baby,” he said. He kissed the top of your head. “That’s allowed.”

“Promise me it’ll be okay one more time,” you asked in a whisper. Lando heard the worry in your tone. He heard the fear. He heard the way you needed him. Even if he didn’t really know–even if his job was just as dangerous as you feared, he knew what you needed to hear.

“I promise, sweetheart. Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m always going to be with you.”

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albertdabuttler · 11 months

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Masked Adversary | D.L.

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fandom: Kick-Ass

pairings: Dave Lizewski/Kick-Ass x F!Reader

WARNINGS: (in this chapter) swearing lolz, angst and fluff splattered here and there, reader and Dave hate each other and its very amusing (to me), two creeps try to kidnap you but Kick-Ass saves the day! mention of a small cut and blood, i think that's it?

summary: You and Dave have lost a childhood friendship. The circumstances have made you grow to despise one another, until Kick-Ass has no one else to turn to but you, causing him to develop a small crush. The only problem being that you don't know it's him.

WC: 3k

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A/N: hei... I'm back and better and bigger than ever! I have a couple more parts to this fic coming so I hope you like it!

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“Man, why do you guys hate each other’s guts so much? Weren’t you two like best friends three years ago?” Said Todd, cutting the tension. You had forced yourself to sit at the same table as Dave, only to avoid looking like a pitiful loser and sitting alone.

“I don’t know, Todd” Your tone laced with sarcasm, “Maybe you should ask David.” You tried to quickly finish your lunch.

Dave only sighed in annoyance. He didn’t like this broken friendship with you. You had known him since you moved to the city when you were four and quickly became attached at the hip. In freshman year he developed a crush on Katie Deauxma and stopped talking to you thinking Katie might think you two were a thing. You told him to stop ignoring you and he talked to you like some girl who was just obsessed and jealous. After you slapped him in the face for acting like a dick, your friendship ended. Although it was his fault, the way you so quickly cut him off after (rightfully) acting like a bitch to him, had his blood boiling.

You weren’t jealous of Katie because he liked her. You just couldn't stand to see him waste his time on a girl when he should have been worrying about the next issue of his favorite comic.

Anyone at your school could say that you and Dave Lizewski were often at each other’s throats. It’s not like you actually fought all the time, most of the time you could withstand a normal conversation with him, or even just being in the same room. You always somehow found things to argue about in every class you had together. Dave was even more pushed around now thanks to the acquaintances you had that happened to be on the football team.

“Alright, I’m finished. See you in class, Todd. Bye Marty.” You smiled softly at them, sending them a small wave and completely ignoring Dave’s presence. You had an argument before coming to lunch, that’s why you didn’t talk to him.

“See ya,” Said Marty with his mouth full, waving enthusiastically.

Dave hit his arm.

“What? Just ‘cause you’re mad at her doesn’t mean we have to be.” Marty said.

“Yeah…” Agreed Todd, watching you as you walked away. “She’s hot as fuck.”

“Shut up, Todd. You fucking hornball. She’s insufferable.” Dave rolled his eyes, picking up his things to go to his next class.

He pondered daily about what he did to lose your friendship, you meant everything to him. Although from the outside it looked like he wanted to strangle you, he secretly wanted to be your best friend again.

“Hey Cleo,” you greeted a friend at your locker. You had three classes with her. “Hey! Did you see that new video of Kick-Ass?”

“…No, I haven’t.” You laughed nervously.

“Yeah, he fights off some assholes trying to rob a guy. He totally kicked their asses.” She chuckled.

“Why’s everyone so into him?” You queried.

“‘Cause its a brave teenage guy fighting for what’s right, duh! He’s also super cute.”

“But you haven’t even seen his face,” you continued.

“Have you actually looked at him? If you don’t see anything in him, there’s something seriously wrong with you.”

“Whatever.” You giggled at her excitement, beginning your walk to class.

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Unfortunately for you, being late to your last class got you detention after school. As a result, you missed the bus back home and none of your friends with cars had stuck around to take you back. There was no way in hell you’d get into a cab alone, so you had to walk home.

It wasn’t a terribly long walk, but it was a drag. An hour of walking made headphones very useful in such times, and you were glad you brought them today.

Walking home included having to pass through a small part of the city in order to get to your neighborhood. It wasn’t the best of places, but the convenience store at a corner on the way there helped improve your mood.

“Thanks Pat!” You told the old lady at the register. She was the sweetest, and you often passed through here so she grew a liking to you, occasionally letting you take a free candy bar for your journey.

“Of course baby. Get on home safe, alright? Come back soon!” She smiled. This brought a grin to your face.

Continuing the walk home, you felt some sort of presence behind you.

Fuck.

You were about to turn a corner when a man grabbed you by your wrist.

“Why’s such a pretty girl like you walking all by herself?” He smirked.

“Let me go, you fucking creep!” You tugged your hand away, the other man walking closer causing you to take a step back. In the corner of your eye you spotted someone, Kick-Ass was making his way to turn the corner.

“Help!” You yelled, making the masked hero jolt up to look at you. His eyes widened upon meeting yours and he hesitated before he quickly made his way to you.

“Shut the fuck up, you little bitch. What’s in your bag?”

The other man was about to take your bag before Kick-Ass turned the corner.

“Hey! The hell are you assholes doing?”

They both stared at him, one nodding at the other as he ran to fend the hero off.

You could only stand there and watch as the other man tried pulling you away. Kick-Ass was able to knock the robber out with his baton after the short brawl. Thankfully the man in the mask caught up, but the man holding you held a knife to your throat.

“Back the fuck off or I’ll kill her.”

Your entire life flashed before your eyes. You thought of all the mistakes you've ever made, how you fucked up big-time with Dave and now that you were about to die, you'd never be able to fix the friendship you had with him. You thought about what you would say to him if you got the chance to make peace with him. How you'd apologize for being such a bitch, how you'd give him that collection of The Punisher he gave you back in freshman year that you never got the chance to return due to the fight you had, how you were currently not on the best terms with your parents, how you never got to apologize to that one girl you didn't stick up for when she was being bullied by some girls you knew.

How you were going to die without getting to share any kind of intimacies with a boyfriend. You'd had two boyfriends before, no more, no less. Both those relationships ended because you were either a rebound or "practice." To put it simply, they couldn't keep it in their pants and you would die a virgin for being so afraid.

Kick-Ass stared between you and the culprit.

“There’s a camera right there.” He pointed his thumb behind him, and sure enough there was a camera pointing straight at you and the criminal.

The man threw you to the ground, attempting an attack on Kick-Ass. Not even five seconds into the fight, the knife was quickly knocked onto the street. The mugger did get quite a few hits in, even knocked Kick-Ass down a couple of times. But as soon as the masked man was on top of him, he kept jabbing and hooking, not once letting the man recuperate.

It was a painful sight to see, like he was taking all his anger out on the bad guy. You could only stand there and watch in awe.

“Don’t ever touch anyone again, asshole.” He said, holding the man’s collar.

“Okay man, just let me go!” He begged for mercy. Kick-Ass knocked him out with one last fist to the face.

He got up and looked at you. Realizing who you were, he pushed aside all his personal problems with you and lent you his hand to help you up, “Uh…A—are you okay miss?”

“Yes, I’m—I’m fine,” you stuttered, still in utter shock that you almost got kidnapped. But so incredibly grateful that he was there to save you.

“Did they hurt you anywhere?” He questioned, dismissing the fact he had a little scratch on his eyebrow that was bleeding too much for your comfort.

“No, I’m okay. Even if I wasn’t, my mom’s a nurse so I’d be fine. Are you?” You looked at his eyebrow, pointing to it.

“It’s fine, doesn’t even hurt...” He waved his hand.

You looked behind him only to see that the man he first fought was gone already.

“We should get out of here, the cops’ll probably be coming soon,” you looked into one of the stores on the sidewalk, seeing that a couple of people had their phones out and had recorded the whole thing. And that meant someone probably called the cops too.

“Yeah,” He looked back at them and waved with a smile. “Let me walk you home,” He offered.

You didn’t even know who he was under that mask, but something told you that you could trust him. “Sure, thank you.”

———————

“Why’d you even decide to be a hero anyway?” You laughed.

“I dunno. I see so many comic book nerds but it’s just weird that no one has actually tried to be a hero yet. And I guess I just wanted to see what it was like.” He chuckled.

“So you like getting your ass kicked every so often, Kick-Ass?” You giggled.

“Ha, good one,” he scoffed at your pun.

“But seriously, why haven’t you quit, even after getting hurt all the time?” You asked.

“I—I got into an accident, I can barely feel pain ‘cause of it. Plus, I can’t just look the other way anymore.” He looked at you. “Sure as hell couldn’t turn away from the damsel in distress.” He joked. The suit and mask gave him such incredible confidence and ego.

You smacked his shoulder, scoffing. The walk home with Kick-Ass had you finding out that the two of you had quite a lot in common. The both of you really liked comics, he was a kid your age, and he was also one of Pat’s favorite customers. Kick-Ass seemed like he was an amazing guy. Too bad he wore a mask.

“Welp, this is me,” you arrived at your home. “thanks for walking me home. I really enjoyed talking to you.” You smiled widely,

“Don’t mention it, I also enjoyed talking to you. I—If you ever need anything… Just message me on MySpace… Or something.” He smiled softly.

Now you understood what Cleo and every other girl saw in him.

“Sure thing, Kick-Ass. Same to you. You know where I live now,” you chuckled bashfully.

You looked at him for a second too long.

“I feel like I know you—you’re so familiar.” You spoke.

His heart began to race, “Well, I guess we’ll never know.” He chuckled nervously, looking elsewhere.

His eyes were so damn beautiful. They were so blue, they looked like sapphires or something.

How corny, you thought.

“See ya ‘round,” he saluted, turning to walk away.

“See you…” You spoke, but he was already out of earshot.

His strut was so fucking hot. Who knew you’d be attracted to the way a man walked?

———————

“You lucky bitch! Did you have a super hot make out session after that!?” Cleo spoke as you two grabbed your trays for lunch.

“Shut up!” You laughed. “No, I just think he’s cute is all. But thank fuck he was there. I probably wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for him.”

“Just when I thought he couldn’t get any hotter.” She sighed contently at the story of your interaction with him.

“Hey, let’s go sit over there,” She pointed at a table with three boys, Todd, Dave, and Marty. “I told Todd I’d sit with him today.”

“Sure thing…” You agreed hesitantly. She bit her lip before continuing. “Is it just me or is Todd kinda cute?” She whispered, giggling as you approached the table.

You only rolled your eyes. “Hey guys,” You greeted, sitting next to Marty, Cleo sitting next to Todd across from you. Dave still in his usual spot at the end of the table.

“Hi Dave.” You smiled almost artificially, showing you weren’t so mad at him anymore.

The three boys looked at each other in surprise.

“You’re in a good mood today,” Said Todd.

“Hey.” Dave finally replied.

“What’s up with you?” Questioned Marty, “Can’t remember the last time you actually said ‘hi’ to Dave.” He said sarcastically.

“Guess I’m in a good mood.” You glanced at Dave, suddenly letting go of the resentment you had towards him, because of the fact your life was almost taken from you. You took the chance you had now, to begin to sort everything out before it would be too late. You still disliked him though. Not because of what he did, but because he's just a dick.

Does she know? He thought to himself anxiously. You were the last person he wanted to know about this. He just wouldn't be able to stand the embarrassment.

“Did you guys see the fight Kick-Ass had last night?” Asked Cleo.

“What? No,” Marty and Todd got excited.

“Yeah, why don’t you tell them what happened?” Cleo smiled, giving you the spotlight.

You looked at the boys awkwardly,

“I was about to get kidnapped… And, uh yeah. Kick-Ass kicked these two guys' asses...”

Todd and Marty were upset at the lack of detail, but Dave giggled quietly at the joke, smiling as he poked his food.

“I’m gonna have to watch it later.” Marty said, Todd then agreeing.

“Do you guys seriously have a crush on him or something?” Questioned Dave.

Cleo laughed. “Dave, every girl I know has a crush on him.”

He swallowed, he wasn't aware of this. Dave never caught the attention of girls. That he knew of.

“I mean, you have a crush on him too, right?” Cleo asked you, trying to prove her point.

Dave’s eyes widened before looking your way.

“I—I mean I wouldn't call it a crush, but yeah, I guess he’s pretty cute... I like... His eyes. The color's really nice."

Dave couldn't help but smile at the flattery. Knowing that you were attracted to him, in a way, made him feel so odd. He never thought you'd see him that way. Well, not him, but whatever part of him you could see.

"You think he has nice eyes?" Dave chuckled. It made you a little mad because it sounded like he was making fun of you.

"Yes, he does. What about it?" Cleo butted in.

"Not just his eyes, though." She turned to you, "He's got super broad shoulders and a nice ass. Just saying I'd hit. He’s definitely big." She whispered the last part under her breath.

"Ooookay! I think you got your point across, Cleo. Thanks for sharing." You gave her a look that said, 'Why the fuck would you say that out loud?'

“What? I'm just being honest." She continued eating her lunch like it wasn’t a big deal.

You could only stare in utter shock, blinking over and over, trying to figure out if this was a dream or if Cleo really just said that.

You spotted Dave in the corner of your eye with something not quite like disgust, but his jaw hung ajar. Then you noticed Todd and Marty staring at her the same way.

"I know you can at least agree that he has a nice ass," Cleo smirked at you.

You just laughed and resumed eating your food.

"I didn't know you girls for real liked guys' asses. I thought that was just a guy thing." Spoke Todd, teasing.

"Shut up, Todd." You said, making a short second of eye contact with Dave, it looked like he was thinking the same thing as you, and you both giggled in unison.

The others looked between you both weirdly, making the two of you clear you throats and quickly finish eating.

The hell am I being so giggly with him for?

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You had your last three classes with Dave, but you never acknowledged him. Today some of your teachers decided to rearrange your seating. You thankfully didn't get any seats next to him, and you hoped you wouldn't either at your last class.

"Fuck," you checked your wristwatch as you switched out your books from your locker, only to see that you were going to be late for the last class. You hoped and hoped that you didn't get another detention.

You made your way to the classroom as fast as you could, stopping right outside the door to avoid bursting it open and embarrassing yourself. The excitement you felt when you noticed a single empty seat in the back corner of the class was incomprehensible.

Until you noticed Dave in the spot next to it. He looked up as he heard the door open, immediately locking eyes with you. You sighed in disappointment, knowing that there was no way the teacher would let you switch.

"Looks like you're stuck with me for the rest of the year." Dave whispered as he looked up at the teacher, taking out his textbook.

"Fuck you, Lizewski." You sneered, only making Dave roll his eyes, keeping his attention on the teacher.

“For the next three weeks, you will all be working on a presentation. If you don’t have it turned in by the 18th, you will get 10 points taken off your grade.” The teacher explained what he wanted you to study. The class groaned in annoyance, some people being excited, and others not.

“Everyone in columns A, C, and E, your partner will be the person to your right.” Again, most of the people in the class were content with who they were assigned, but unfortunately for you, you were the person to Dave’s right.

You stiffly turned to Dave, “We can study at my house… If you want.” You spoke.

“Let’s just do the first parts tonight and we can work on it at your house after school tomorrow.” He spoke with a bit of irritation. Probably because of your attitude earlier.

“Okay, sounds good..” You awkwardly pursed your lips and turned back to your book.

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dean-a-mean-tae · 4 months

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Babies? | Stray Kids Extra Member AU

Request: "If you don’t mind, I want some crack. Nicholas asking OT8 for a baby 😭"

WARNINGS: I don't know. This was a field day ;-; Chewy is Nicholas' cat

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Nicholas was scrolling through TikTok and found a video of a baby. Her chubby cheeks and big brown eyes shined in the camera. He cooed as he listened to her giggles. Could you imagine a baby running around?

Holy shit, this is what baby fever is like.

Nicholas quickly hopped off the counter, almost taking a salt shaker down, and ran out of the kitchen. Sitting in the living room was the member he was looking for.

"I want a baby."/"Give me a baby."

BANG CHAN "I want a baby."

Chan froze. A baby? Why are we thinking about babies? He has enough kids to look after and those kids can't have kids. Not yet, anyway. Nicholas of all of them? He's not mentally prepared for that.

He shook his head as he went back to his journal. "We have Jeongin and Felix."

LEE MINHO "I want a baby."

"Don't you have Chewy?" The response was immediate, and Minho hadn't looked away from the TV. He heard Nicholas huff and paused his show.

"Why would you want a kid? You are a kid," Minho groaned, rolling his eyes as Nicholas flopped next to him. The younger boy shrugged, shoving his phone into Minho's face.

"Okay, that baby is cute, but still no."

SEO CHANGBIN "I want a baby"

He choked on his water. One of his members. A child, a toddler, a baby! One of them just asked for a baby.

"You're a baby!" Changbin yelled, chucking the now-closed water bottle at Nicholas. The bottle made a loud thud as it hit the wall, completely off track from Nicholas. He continued, "Babies shouldn't be having babies!"

"But they're cute," Nicholas whined, trying to show Changbin the video. Emphasis on trying. Changbin shoved the phone away and onto the floor.

"No!"

HWANG HYUNJIN "Give me a baby"

Hyunjin continued his art piece. He was painting an eye hidden in a sunset. Nicholas huffed. It was like he didn't hear him.

"How?"

So he did hear him. Hyunjin was just ignoring him. Rude. Nicholas walked behind him to watch him paint. "I don't know. You'll find a way."

"You're the one who wants a baby. You find a way," Hyunjin argued, shrugging his shoulders as he looked back at Nicholas.

"That is a very difficult task," Nicholas huffed, and Hyungjin hummed before continuing his painting, silently dismissing Nick.

HAN JISUNG "I want a baby"

Jisung hummed in thought as he paused his show. After a moment, he patted the spot next to him, and Nicholas sat down. The two stared at each other before Jisung smiled at him. "I want one, too. Where do we find one?"

This isn't how Nicholas imagined this conversation going. "What?"

"Where do we find one?" Jisung repeated. Felix happened to be walking into the living room, and Jisung called out, "Felix, help!"

LEE FELIX (Read Jisung's part)

"What's wrong?" Felix asked, pausing in the middle of the living room.

"We want a baby," Nicholas answered. Felix tilted his head in thought before sitting next to Nicholas.

"We can adopt one," Felix grinned. This is definitely not how Nicholas imagined this conversation going.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, peeking over the couch in the hallway. Any of the members could hear them scheming for a child.

"You're the one who wants one. Are you sure?" Felix asked. The two stared at each other before Nicholas got up.

Running out of the hallway, Nicholas shouted, "I'm too young for children!"

KIM SEUNGMIN "Give me a baby"

Seungmin lay on the couch, looking at something on his phone. He sighed. Every day was something new. Yesterday, Jisung convinced Nicholas to buy two plushies half the size of their fridge.

Today, Nicholas wants a child.

"No," Seungmin mumbled, and Nicholas whined. Seungmin ignored him and continued scrolling. Feeling eyes on him, Seungmin peeked around his phone and looked directly at a pouting Nicholas.

"Even if I wanted to, that's physically impossible," He groaned, looking back at his phone. He heard Nicholas huff before the older boy sat on the floor next to him.

"You're right," Nicholas sighed.

YANG JEONGIN "Give me a baby"

Jeongin's head snapped toward Nicholas, and the taller boy flinched. Jeongin blinked once, then twice. "What?"

"Give me a baby."

"How am I supposed to give you one?!" Jeongin screeched, leaning on his knees. Nicholas shrugged as he sat next to him.

"Figure it out."

"I'm too young to have a baby," Jeongin huffed, and Nicholas nodded in agreement.

"Me too," He sighed.

"Then why ask for one?!"

"I wanted to know how you'd react," Nicholas shrugged before leaving for the kitchen.

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