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@cassieopeiia said yes when i offered to repost my afro-dominican Jason Todd headcanons so they could finally have some accurate latino Jason content so here!!
Both sets of his grandparents were inmigrants who made sure to teach their kids their culture and Bruce,Talia and Alfred did research so he could still grow up in it after he was adopted so he's not disconnected from his culture like you'd expect
Is darkskinned with a big nose,full lips,green eyes and shoulder length black dreads with one of them being white from The Lazarus Pit.As Robin,he wore his hair short and natural(as in,his classic curls but even thicker)
Speaks spanish often enough that it's a consistent part of his speech patterns but dosen't have an accent since he's so good at both it and english
90s/2000s anime kid but specifically watched the episodes and read the mangas in latino spanish whenever he could(Definitely a merch collector too!!!Nothing weird though,i feel the need to say that,he just loves buying volumes and figures and replicas of weapons and plushies-The last one is a secret though)
Has his pre-reboot Robin characterization but got victim blamed and a bad rep anyway because of antiblackness and xenophobia
Bullying Tim for being a gringo is one of his favorote hobby's
Duke and him compare their similar yet different experiences with blackness and got along even quicker than canon thanks to it
Mentors Damian's team The All New Teen Titans and next to Damian,the member he's closest to is Nell
Takes great care of his hair and will sometimes wear red beads-He actually has a couple sets in different shades!!!
Says his favorite color is red because it represents blood on his country's flag and nobody can tell wether he's joking or not
Sometimes feels guilty for 'being a stereotype' due to the whole being born to poor parents who were also addicts and growing up to be a huge asshole with anger issues and a thirst for violence but rarely lets it get to him because he thinks he's the coolest mf to ever exist(but we all know he's actually a boyloser)
Aave user,with his favorite word from it being 'deadass'
And he makes the obvious 'Concha' jokes too for irony because he's demisexual and aceflux
Loves his country's cuisine-especially flan,it's tied with neapolitan as his favorite dessert!-but his favorite type of latino food is mexican!Tres leches cake and tacos and burritos and mexican hot chocolate and all that make his mouth water like Atlantis
Wears traditional festive clothes for special occasions and if he can't,he'll just refuse to go("I'm not going out in public in that!" "It's literally a tux???" "You call that a tux?It dosen't even have shoulder pads!Don't patronize me,Dickardo.")
Listens to bachata for nostalgia reasons and has some songs memorized but generally a female rappers/death metal bands/punk rock kinda guy
Black and latino memes connoiseur,both the classics and newer ones
Adores dominican folklore and uses it's horror mythos as inspo as Red Hood
Thinks 'showing affection means you aren't tough!' is gringo nonsense so he's pretty open about if he likes someone,be it platonic or romantic
Poc4Poc strictly and has a thing for black women
The only thing him and Kyle can agree on is that latinos are superior
Very autistic,with no masking game now or ever due to the norms he was raised in never giving him the chance to learn to.It got him bullied at school and things didn't get better into adulthood until we got to my Rhato rewrite and he got to make REAL friends i.e Reconnecting with Eddie and my self-insert Summer Kent(i got into DC through watching Utrh and starting to selfship with him),Robin-ing up Duke and vice versa and meeting Rose,Artemis,Kyle,Thad and a bunch of ocs by @moonage-gaydream @theautisticcentre @refrigeratedboombursts @mayameanderings and @insomniac-jay
Punkero Gótico(Goth Punk)who's a straightedge as trauma coping,seeks out latino/black run thrift stores,goes to basement shows and charity events and protests when he has free time and usually just asks around for them so he can know,wears dominican themed corpse makeup and is an agender transmasc who describes his gender as 'Mostly nonbinary but being a guy makes things funny as hell and Not That Kinda Girl by Mcr describes me pretty well')
His love for classical literatiure ofc includes latino authors and he played JuegosJuegos.com tons as a kid
Calls Talia Mamí,Damian 'Duende',Duke 'El Real'(Real=Spanish for Royal but also means the same thing it does in english so it's basically him saying 'You're so fucking real' like the slang)and Summer 'Strawberry Pop'(Jason has a thing for pink-coded black women specifically m'kay?)
His favorite Marvel character and lucky for him his Marvel Variant too is Miles Morales.He thinks it's Hobie Browm though(PLEASE He's so obsessed with his non-existent coolness and relatedly Duke's actual DC Variant is Duke 'El Real' Thomas)
And his books Variant is Percy Jackson.The only real differences are 1.Percy is transfem instead of transmasc and 2.Jason's arc is about him being a self-made tragedy and highkey bad person who works his ass off to redeem himself and only works when he's not getting coddling and Percy's is about how she's never done anything wrong in her entire life yet gets treated like shit anyway and deserves to be treated kindly for once no matter how strong she is
My fancast for him is Aubrey Joseph.Everything i've watched of him-Acting AND as himself-is literally just irl Jason Todd.There's no better fancast for him out there,we've found Red Hood y'all
If you call him any version of 'Papí' and you're not Talia or one of his kids:'Lights Out Bitch!!!!'
Canon bonus':His birthday is on Dominican Restoration day,at my villa we sell mini packets of neapolitan cream with little spoons at our schools,his Lego movie is called 'Family Matters' which is the name of an iconic black sitcom and Leon from Pokemon's VA voiced him in the Wfa dub!!!
#jason todd#black jason todd#latino jason todd#afrolatino jason supremacy#trans jason todd#autistic jason todd#goth punk jason todd#dadhood#batfam#rhato#the outlaws#dead sidekicks force#the anomalies#all new teen titans#ditf#lost days#utrh#summer kent#jaysumm#duke and jason#aubrey joseph#sparks:secret origins#💌#blackness#dominican tag#summerposting
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Look I don't know what the fuck antarctica is.
It's like stuff your ass ain't surviving past though
#I could see myself as a dragon the sixe of creation watching you breathe fire for me though#the little dragon female is like whaever you want master *poof* *puff* *snap dragon*#and the master dragon breathes into creation once again#look honey I had to grow it process it and sometimes ship it over the Christopher Columbus route#it's the most crazy part of it all and I already know it's true because I was there and I am going to be there#it was a simple time#car ride and some food#the old man that I like is there and things go well usually#I kinda remember me thinking about myself man what is this guy's deal#like after seeing myself selling nothing can ever compare#me: dude I would NEVER work at a restaurant that is for chicks#and yet there I am pretending I suppose#like how about I retire and go manage a restaurant like no mother fucker that's not what he does....he does those two#waitresses#uh well if anything gets a bell 133 I can claim it solo or in pair#I want to take extra sugar with you and one hand on each hood just gently letting you both feel my spark#connecting one hand with two hands#it's like water if you stare at each hydrogen right you gave two hos#but yanno let's get naked and get high and have fun and if you want to call it magic then that's what it is#she says wait til you taste that meat#shot out to your pics with your eyes red as fuck though.... that's hot#one thing you don't want to do is bring a dreamcast into my domain and not expect me to unlock the company logo to fight you#like logos ethos pathos.....like more than they claim but they don't know shit#like yeah.....I wanna slowly feel my bulge as you both demonstrate and begin the way of the hiot#yeah you've been doing it for years let's see it first#first time for me anyway#which makes it your most important teaching hoot#drugs teacher student relationship#sex: owner slave (s' down the line) relationship#I never wanted to be a phlebotomist but for you I will learn
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Eleven to One: Smart Submission
Male Reader x Kim Minju, Kim Chaewon
Length: 3196 words
Tags: Daddy kink, sensual blowjob, stand and carry, sex against the wall, making out, Breeding kink, Breeding talk, rough sex, hate sex, degradation, cursing riding, cowgirl, doggy, spanking, anal, anal doggy, sex toys, obedient!Minju, obedient?Chaewon
TW: the usual for this series, rough sex, degradation, cursing at idols, extreme Daddy kink
Inspiration: Chaewon's Smart fancams, Minju's Sequence fancams
(A/N: Fuck, it's been a while. I lost a bunch of progress and had to pivot, hope you like this though. More fics coming up, hopefully deep into April. Can't promise anything for May though. It's gonna be a stressful time.)
“I’ll be there as soon as I can. I need you, Daddy.” Send by Yujin
You put down your phone with a smile of satisfaction and excitement. It’s a rather odd mix of emotions; there should not be satisfaction when the excitement still makes you yearn for something, but at the same time, it's this yearning that makes you feel at ease.
Yujin is on your phone, countless pictures of her incredible stage outfit which you will have to tear off her body again, not caring about the costs or the annoyed company staff. Yujin is also on the hotel room TV in the form of fancams. You put on a playlist to kill some time before the evening can begin and seeing her look so confident, thrilled and sexy has you bothered and ready.
“Oh, so that’s why I heard Kitsch on repeat.” You turn your head towards the bathroom door of this, for your standards, humble yet cozy hotel room. Minju has just walked out, a cloud of steam still behind her, a rather loose towel around her body as she dries her hair. “Our daeng-daeng is really pretty.”
“That’s true, very true,” you say with a sigh and look back at the TV where Yujin’s charisma jumps at you in the form of a wink. Suddenly, Minju’s hands are at your shoulders, rubbing, going down to your chest and rubbing a bit more.
“Minmin knows what Daddy is thinking.” She did not need to sound that sultry and tempting. A moment where her cuteness and klutziness is gone and Minju becomes a vixen, comparable to Yujin, maybe Eunbi. She learned from watching them, her admiration has let her to now drop the adorable person you so love about her—luckily, she also drops her towel, so you cannot complain about her boldness.
“So what am I thinking about, Minju?” Play hard to get, because that’s exactly what you’re going to teach her: no matter how hot or irresistible she may seem, you can be absolutely out of reach. It is after all always up to you.
“Daddy always thinks about sex.” Minju walks over, kneels on the couch and bends down towards your crotch, never breaking eye contact. A strain of wet hair tucked behind her ear, she whispers. “Daddy is always hard, especially because of Yujinnie~”
“Go check for yourself,” you challenge her and unzip your jeans (been a while since you wore something this leisurely). Minju eagerly gets them down until she expects your hard shaft to spring out and hit her cheek, but to her surprise, you are not hard.
“Wow, Daddy is this big even now~”
“You want to suck it?” More of an observation than a question as Minju’s lips already approach your tip.
“Can Minmin suck it, kiss it, put it in her mouth?”
“Go ahead, I’ll give you a reward if you get me hard.” She is too cute again. A nod and she is eager to give your cock all the kisses. Of course she starts off with the head, makes sure to run her tongue past her lips and along your slit, then she moves down the underside while resting it on her face. Minju’s dedication to worshiping her favorite cock is unmatched, her hums and moans spread in between all the licks and kisses sound like impure devotion.
You put a hand in her messy hazelnut strands and gently comb through them. In the background yet another fancam concludes with Yujin oozing all her stage presence and sex appeal into the camera. You turn down the volume to hear Minju’s blowjob better, but the visual distraction stays. Now it’s a Minju fancam, Sequence, legendary. The former idol tilts her head when she notices it while simultaneously taking your inches down her throat. Amazing bliss, you twitch.
“You looked very hot back then, so fucking tight,” you groan. “Unbelievable that you’re even sexier now.”
“It’s all because of Daddy and Yujin—you never stop and I have to keep up. It’s endless training, every day. Maybe this is eternal youth.” She bops her head up and down and you don’t know if she really said those words. Too much wisdom for someone who is back at your balls with her lips while she gags around the stiffening snake. Give her hips a good squeeze to check if it’s still the same Minju—yup, no doubt.
“Your hips were so wide back then, but I think they have grown more since you moved in.” You give her a congratulatory smack and Minju giggles around your length. She looks divine with one hand on your base and every part of your face magnetically drawn to where she wants to get your baby batter out. Though you never relinquished control, she still has you in a semi-hard state and your mind in the depths of impurity. “Get up.”
“O-okay, Daddy.” Minju does as told and you marvel at her nude body for a second.
“That was brilliant, don’t get me wrong,” you tell her and reach for her curvy, milky, freshly cleaned thighs. “But I want something else wrapped around me.”
As if she can read your mind, Minju jumps up and her arms and legs embrace your upper body. All you need to do is carry her on her petite ass cheeks which fill out your hands nicely. The miniscule weight of hers is easily lifted so you two are face to face. Before your lips connect, you quickly get hold of your dick and press it against her moist folds. Moist is an understatement: Minju is drenched in excitement and takes you easily.
“Oh God,” Minju moans and her eyes disappear for a moment in the back of her head where you know is nothing but the endless feeling of joy your cock brings her. A few thrusts and she will be mindless, the dumb, breedable klutz she so often seems to be. Her legs choke your hips against hers and soon after, you two engage in a kiss that sets you on fire.
Upwards is the way, the hardest way, the best way. Minju is split open time and time again, her whole body enthusiastically shaking on every impact or at the mere prospect of another. Whenever you’re not tongue fucking her mouth, the fucking of her cunt leaves her breathless, whiny, and groaning like a madman. She is mad, crazy for you and with the intoxicating smell of her shampoo, her sweat, her sex, you’re going crazy as well.
“Fuck, Minju, you’re pussy is so warm,” you mumble and stumble forward. You press Minju against the wall next to the TV where you both listen to her verse from Panorama with the sound of loud skin slapping against skin being an obnoxious, yet welcome interruption. Minju’s hands have left your nape and start to crawl up the wall as if she tries to get higher. She wants to crash down harder on your cock, wants you to go rougher, her end is nye. The constant hits against her cervix bring one thought to the forefront—and it is not the potential people on the other side of the wall who are surely enraged.
“One day,” you whisper, leaning into Minju’s ear, covered by ruined hair that she has to wash again tonight. “I’m going to cum inside your pussy without protection.” Minju gasps, almost at her peak. You slam her back hard against the wall, fingers tearing at the skin of her ass. “I will breed you, over and over again, and we will have many beautiful children. Minju, you will be bred, pregnant all the time, so I want you to love this.”
A chaotic thrust up, against every inhibition she might have, past the final strings that hold together her sanity, her reasoning. Minju orgasms with a booming scream and her cunt does everything in its power to suck the fertile batter out of you. The seed you promised, she needs it at this very moment. Only a quick pullout can save you, Minju’s power and will to be bred leaving you stunned.
She takes deep breaths in your arms as you carry her back to the couch, her eyes sparkle though you cannot make out if it is because of happiness or disappointment. “Why did Daddy pull out? We need to train, Minmin needs to be filled many, many times.”
“Sorry, but not tonight.” You free her forehead of her hair, some of which looks like it exploded all over her face. “I promised someone else my biggest load of today. We have to wait for her though—”
Suddenly, as if you spoke a spell to summon someone, a knock can be heard.
“Come on in!” you shout, but all you hear is a disgusted shriek. Well, it’s certainly not Yujin nor any of your other usual guests. It’s someone that is on the fringes though, not ready to admit that she is addicted to you. The thrill brings her back, the pleasure will make her stay, but for now it’s this excuse that makes her wait for you to open the door.
“Ugh, you—wait, the fuck, put on some clothes!”
“Why don’t you get rid of yours, Chaewon,” you quickly respond and just as swiftly pull her into the hotel room. Chaewon is wrapped in a basic yet effective outfit to hide her identity. A large black overcoat, sunglasses, a mask, basic sweatpants. With a groan she reveals the excitement that is below them: a stage outfit from her recent comeback stages, along with a surprising lack of pants and most exciting of all: golden blonde hair.
“Don’t stare at me you perv,” Chaewon barks and folds her arms in front of her chest. You notice her gaze dropping down to your cock again and you wish she would just drop to her knees and clean Minju’s nectar off of you (she would in a heartbeat if you told her about why it’s glistening like that), but you instead walk back over to Minju and lean down to kiss her. “What do you thi—Mi-Minju, you’re here?!”
“Oh, Chaewon-unnie, I’m always with Daddy, don’t you know?”
“B-but you could also stay somewhere else, like, like with your parents or with m-me…”
“Yeah, Minju,” you add cynically, only focused on the loyal girl below you clinging to your lips and your back. You make your way down her cheek, her jaw to her neck. “You could stay in the LE SSERAFIM dorm with Chaewon, so why are you still here?”
“Minmin wants to stay with Daddy! Minmin needs to be ready for when the time is right.”
Chaewon raises an eyebrow as sweat pours down her face. Her thighs are awfully close to one another, rubbing, her core is in heat as she watches Minju melt under your tongue. The ‘fearless’ group leader does not need to ask, because Minju spills the beans when you push her further down into the couch.
“Daddy, I need to be around Daddy when he wants to breed me, make me a pregnant woman, I don’t want to miss it.”
“That’s fucking enough!”
The stinging pain of your hair getting pulled makes you hiss almost triumphantly. Chaewon has been set off again and she drags you away from Minju’s delicious body and positions her own on top of you. A short, half-hearted wrestle later and she sits on your crotch, the panties below her colorful outfit already caressing your tip. One of her hands is still in your hair, the other pushes your chest against the back of the couch. She is livid.
“Oh, so you want to fight for her again.”
“Shut up.”
“You know that you failed miserably the last time, right? There is no reason to believe that you’ve gotten any better at making me—”
“Shut up!”
“You tiny thing, you’re talking big game for so—”
“Shut the fuck up!” Chaewon pulls her panties to the side, you reach for her hips and get a good hold onto them. “I’ll make you shut up, you perverted bastard!”
Chaewon sinks down on your cock and not only do you notice the wetness all over her pussy walls, you also find that she is needy for this cock. A ripple of satisfaction roams her body and in a moment of carelessness, Chaewon tilts her head back. You know that she is just enjoying the feeling and could take advantage of that. Instead, you have another taunt lined up for her.
“Oh no, I can already feel my mouth being sealed. I can barely speak.”
“Soon enough,” Chaewon groans and starts to gyrate her hips. Unlike the first time she challenged you over Minju, Chaewon feels significantly better. Wetness, tightness, texture—you can’t yet pinpoint why or how, but it has definitely improved. However, with Chaewon so cock-drunk and unable to slam herself down, this is a laughable effort. A pathetic little hop here, a loose hand on your neck, undeniable desire to be fucked in her eyes—Chaewon’s body is already admitting it.
“Hm, I love it… wh-when your quiet,” she moans, tries to search the submission in your gaze. A futile effort and you expose her with both hands on her back. “What are you doing?”
“Chaewon, you’re embarrassing. To think this would get me close—” Without warning, you tear her outfit apart. A tilt of your head and Minju helps out and gets Chaewon out of the mess of tatters you leave. Chaewon looks confused, also helpless and when you spank her ass, she knows she has to move to the stage of acceptance fast. “Let me show you how to break someone.”
“Wait, I—”
She falls apart in your lap. Really, it’s only a few harsh thrusts, and Chaewon hits your chest. She is a ragdoll that can whine and moan but otherwise is only a sextoy you have to move on your own. Both feet firmly on the ground, you push all your energy in those lower muscles to repeat this motion of rough fucking endlessly. Chaewon should feel that your power never runs out, that you can fuck her as hard and as much as you want.
“You dumb cumdump!” Smack her ass again, then grab her long strands of gold-colored hair. “Your body knows it, your mind might too—now I need your silly mouth to admit it.”
Chaewon moans and her moan reaches a new pitch when you pull apart her asscheeks to pick her up and drop her down on your shaft. She is coating your crotch with her horny juice, drools over your chest, sweats on the hotel room couch. Chaewon is a dirty girl, so you will sully her more; more accurately, you will show her dirtiness to her beloved Minju.
“Kneel on the couch, slut! Show me your ass.” Little resistance only. You quickly get behind her, adjust her towards Minju and rub your cock against her asshole. “Look at her. Can you even focus your blurry eyes on her?”
“I-I can…”
“Really?” Push your tip against her hole and feel her flinch in your arms. If she’d really want to, she could flee or at least fight back. Needless to say, she does not. “At least resist me, because your ass doesn’t. Just a bit of force—”
“Oh God!”
“—and I’m inside.”
You grab Chaewon’s tits and treat these soft hills very not-softly. Your thumb and index pinch her nipples, the groping is hard, though nothing compared to the ass fucking she receives. Her anal cavity, which should be incredibly tight, gapes for you easily.
Apart from groans, screams and the occasional expletive, Chaewon does not speak anymore. She must know that the next thing she says will betray her fundamentals, oh, those silly fundamentals: never giving up, always fighting for Minju, beating you after becoming better. Now, she is another one of your sluts, who bends over for you, spreads her ass for you and produces silly sounds from all her openings.
“The decision is so easy.
“You don’t make it look easy.
“You’re not smart, Chaewon.
“Stop resisting me.
“Say it.”
Suddenly, Chaewon is trapped between you and Minju. She could rest her head on the younger girl’s bosom, but she does not dare to. The thought of failure and losing this battle so decisively leaves her shattered. This state does not last for long however, as she sees how happy Minju’s eyes glisten in the warm light of the hotel room. It’s fine to lose, it’s good to lose.
“I-I’m yours, Daddy.”
“Do you fucking mean it, whore?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m your s-slutty whore.”
“Fantastic. Minju, bring me the bag of those from the bedroom. We need to celebrate that Chaewon is finally honest with herself.”
You move back to your original position with Chaewon on your lap, cock still balls deep in her asshole. She sniffles a bit, hisses when you nibble at her neck and play with all three of her sensitive nubs quickly. A new toy must be checked properly and this is definitely something that you can work with later. Minju returns with the bag and you reach into it.
“Your ass is already pretty wide, so this should fit.” You pull out a large, shiny butt plug with a diamond that will decorate her sore butt cheeks perfectly. “Make sure to keep yourself spread when I pull out.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
You slowly drag your cock out. Instead of immediately filling her hole, you instead inspect how it gapes wide, then clenches around nothing. Chaewon shivers on your lap. You order Minju to check it out as well, which almost makes Chaewon cry from embarrassment.
“No need to feel ashamed,” you laugh. “I think Minju likes it as much as I do.”
“It looks very hot, Unnie, I think Daddy can fuck it many times.”
“D-don’t say it like that,” Chaewon faintly whispers. You push the butt plug inside her and feel her breathe a sigh of relief when she doesn’t have to show herself off anymore. The three of you get up from the couch.
“Minju, make sure to securely tie your friends arms, while I get this ready.” This is a see through dildo, almost as big as your cock and still very much dry. To get it well-lubricated for Chaewon’s pussy, you shove it into her mouth and make sure she has to deepthroat it. Chaewon might have dodged you if it weren’t for Minju, who has tied ropes around her wrists and lower arms. Only when tears leave her eyes, you pull the dildo out and place it on the small living room table in front of the couch.
“Sit down on it, but don’t move. No fucking yourself. This will be your first real punishment.” Before Chaewon can protest (or maybe she opened her mouth to accept it and praise you) you force a ball gag into her mouth and watch her shout inaudible things as her pussy is split open again.
“Now, you can watch Minju and I make out until the next person—”
A knock on the hotel room door, again.
“Speak of the devil.”
#kpop smut#female idol smut#girl group smut#male reader insert#izone smut#minju smut#le sserafim smut#chaewon smut
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DPXDC prompt ~Dead on main~Someone is walking over my grave
Jason sits on his tombstone and thinks about..something.
He lazily washes off the dirt that has been stuck on his army boots after the rain. It covers the year of his death perfectly. Grinning, he puts out a cigarette by using the mentioned stone. The cigarette butt throws between ugly funeral wreaths.
Danny: Hey, asshole, stop it!
Jason turns around. A very angry twink is rushing at him. The notorious crime lord does not have time to react when a fist hits him. Red Hood falls into a puddle. Shit! His favorite leather jacket!
Jason: What the hell are you doing?
Danny: No. What the hell are you doing?! Just because a man is dead doesn’t mean you must not respect him. You’re in a cemetery. Behave yourself, shithead. Or I’ll teach you manners.
Jason: You’re not from around here. Right?
Danny: So what? I doubt it’s normal to wipe your feet using a tombstone. Even in Gotham.
A malicious gremlin folds his arms on a chest.
Jason sits in a puddle more comfortably and pulls another cigarette out of his pocket. Damn, it’s wet.
Jason: If you were gothamite, I wouldn’t have to explain. It’s my grave, idiot. I do what I want with it.
Jason throws useless source of nicotine at his photo with black ribbon. The person who convicted him takes a couple of seconds to compare the vandal to the buried one.
Danny: Aw, shit, man. My bad, I didn’t mean to interrupt your break.
Jason’s eyebrow rises in surprise. From the outsider he expected more screaming and running. Not…apologies.
Jason: Yeah? Tell that to my favorite leather jacket. Now you can bury it next to me.
Bad Jason, bad. That’s not how normal people talk.
Danny: I’ll make amends. Tomorrow, okay? It’s my first working day. I’ve decided not to take my wallet. Need to find a safe route.
Jason: First day?
Danny: Yes, new cemetery guard here in the flesh. But I have not had time to meet all of inhabitants. Mistook you for a bad boy in a story. Well, it is your fault too! I understand you’re upset about death or maybe about the color of wreaths but please just put all the shit in the trash. I’m Danny, by the way.
Jason: Ha, I was wondering why there was no regular dude at work. Probably my neighbors drove him to a breakdown. He was an asshole, so no regrets.
Danny: Do you think so? Mrs Dent didn’t seem restless to me, she was quite nice.
The guy didn’t seem to catch the joke. Or was crazy. Why are all the hot people in Gotham are? Doesn’t matter. Why not try, right?
Jason: Don’t worry about the money. You can repay me with something else.
Danny: So you regenerates the suit? Cool. What do you want?
Jason: Um, I don’t get it, but… as compensation, I’m wanna have your number and one date.
Danny: Sure, why not.
Danny looks at the headstone.
Danny:Can you go outside the cemetery...Jason? The place is romantic, I agree, but where I grew up, it’s not customary to bring a mate at the place of rest until you meet parents.
Jason: Seriously? Cheesy horror movies didn’t teach you not to mess with zombies?
Danny: Well, I’ve never had a partner who was attracted to my brilliant brain. It must be pretty nice. And I don’t mind a couple of love bites, zombie boy.
Danny’s playfully batting his eyelashes. Jason can’t help laughing.
Danny: The less fair opinion among my friends is that I’m just brain-dead idiot. But I think they just don’t understand the benefits of adrenaline addiction, miserable humans. *pretends to wipe off a tear*
Jason *pretends to sniff*: Aw, hell, you really are a brainless doll, aren’t you?
Danny: Even so, it just means I’m perfectly safe.
Jason: Don’t think so. I want a piece of you.
Danny: Then don’t be afraid that the feeling is mutual. My teeth are also quite sharp. And when I’m haunting, it’s not easy to get rid of me.
The cheeky smile has given way to a serious look.
Danny: If we don’t get along, tell me right away, I’m not good at reading other people’s emotions.
~~~~~
Red Hood may be the son of the greatest detective but blinded by love Jason realizes that his boyfriend is quite dead only after a couple of months. He used to think Danny was a little…weird. Well, who in Gotham isn’t? It wasn't a problem. But during a funny fight about ignoring Danny in favor of a conversation with Tim , Fenton goes through him to grab his phone and then shouts that 'ghosting him is racist'.
Jason was delighted that he was able to hide his surprise. His boyfriend was too sweet, but sometimes insecure. Jay didn’t want Danny to start being cautious. Evidently, Honey thought from the first day that Jason knows. Let him keep it that way. Nothing has changed.
But now Danny’s promises to haunt Joker for the rest of his life if Jason wants it stopped being just super-hot flirt. So Jason need to make sure he doesn’t sic his darling poltergeist or whoever Danny is on someone. Even if it sounds good.
~~~~~Family dinner~~~~~
Dick: How did you two meet?
Jason: That’s a great story. My brave man beat the vandal who was messing with my grave.
Bruce: What? Who dared?
Danny: Jason, stop. It’s embarrassing.
Jason: No~ My family needs to know that chivalry is dead. My hero. Jason can’t resist a kiss on the cheek.
Danny: Taking this opportunity, I want to thank you all. It means a lot that you accepted Jason even not fully alive.
Alfred: Nonsense. Of course we..He’s family, no matter what.
Danny: Until the death separates us. Even at a wedding, love is promised only for a while. In parenthood, they do not take any oath about it. You’d be surprised how little past relationships can mean to people and how easy it is to hate what we are.
Danny: Damn, I ruined the mood, didn’t I? Sorry.
~~~~~
Jason: B, with all due respect, back off. You should ask Constantine how to help Danny if his family becomes a problem. Don’t mark my babe as a problem.
Bruce: I asked. And he laughed at me and said that you are the one who need protection. not him. Your Fenton is dangerous. Ghosts of such power only emerge in cataclysms after a large burst of energy or reach this level after centuries of battles or cannibalism and battles.
Jason: Seriously, old man? My boyfriend’s not gonna eat me. I’m not Red riding hood and he’s clearly not pretending to be my grandmother.
~~~~~~
Danny: Hi, honey. what’s new?
Jason noted with satisfaction that Danny had eaten all the supplies he had prepared for him.
Jason: Nothing, but now I have an idea for great Halloween costumes for us. They are gonna drive the old man crazy.
Danny: Did you fight again? What is it this time?
Jason: Guess what, now B’s worried you want to bite off my dick or something.
Danny: First, eew, disgusting. Don’t talk about our intimate life with fucking Batman. Why would he think that? I like you whole.
Jason: Whore?
Danny: Idiot.They don’t even sound alike.
Jason: Just admit that I am an eye candy and kiss me already. I need a break from the madness of my family.
~~~~~
Later Danny blackmails Constantine for information about the interrogation from Batman.
Then he sends a short message to the group chat : Tell the future father-in-law that while Jason can cook, he is safe from me.
The chat explodes from questions of Batclan to Bruce. Jay has great brothers and sisters. Danny knew their chaotic energy could be relied upon.
~~~~~
In the morning Jason yells at Tim. Why the hell did Replacement put "Friends For Dinner" from The Land Before Time as his alarm melody?
~~~~~
Bruce *is suspicious of the ghosts at the wedding*.
GhostWriter: Do not think that we like it. The boy is involved in his own version of Twilight. Oh Ancients, I hope the Ancients don't know about it.
Clockwork aka one of Ancients: Come on, that’s sweet. And story will have a happy ending. I guarantee.
~~~~~
Jason's in a date simulator with no chance of losing when everyone thinks he’s in a horror game. Is Danny dangerous? Yeah. Did he hunt when they first met? Who knows. The main thing in the middle of the conversation Danny realised he found a creature with a similar sense of humor. So that made Jason 10 out of 10 aka soulmate and he would kill for him.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dpxdc prompts#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp#dp x dc#ghost hunger au#dead on main#danny phantom x jason todd#danny fenton x jason todd#dirty talk#??? idk
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Hiii I just read your top 3 kinks svt would have and it was so good! Made my brain go brrr 💦 Can I request a full one shot for Jeonghan with the corruption kink? Maybe smth with him corrupting his innocent, virgin gf? Thank youuu!
ᝰ.ᐟ ♟️ — Y.JH ; ! not so angelic
nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. [ smut, fluff ] ꩜. | wc ; 1.1k.
“ when you & your boyfriend got in a heated make out session but he stopped knowing your a virgin. so you send him some not so innocent photos in work so he gets back & bends you over “
you & your lovely boyfriend jeonghan were watching a movie all cuddley together then suddenly you ended up on his lap making out, grinding on his crotch here in there. “ hannie please please let’s do it “ you pouted then went back to kiss him, he then stopped in his tracks to reply “ baby i know it’s just in the heat of the moment, i want our first to be special” he caressed your cheeks so lovingly “ but- “ you got cut off by him. “ trust me on this baby, cmon let’s go to back to watching the movie.”how dare he?
how dare he leaving you all hot & bothered like that. yes you were inexperienced but that didn’t meant you don’t have horny thoughts & it doesn’t help having a hot fucking boyfriend.
you slouched back on the couch trying to focus on the movie, but clearly by you’re face you weren’t having it all.
after your little encounter with jeonghan yesterday, you woke up still horny & bothered.
you couldn’t do anything about it too, jeonghan had gone to work which made even worse.
trying to just forget about it, you go to make yourself some food, watch tv do anything at this point but you can’t help but ache down there, you’ve always wondered how it feels if jeonghan just pumped his pretty cock in you i mean yes of course, you’ve masturbated but you little fingers don’t compare obviously to his cock, you’ve seen him hard one time & boy was it obvious he was big & lengthy.
sitting down on the same couch as last night. you’re being tortured by this needy feeling, pouting & hugging the pillow next to you “ I wish han was here “ you said… thoughts taking over suddenly you looked over the pillow that you were hugging.
looking at it puzzled till it hit you. grabbing your shorts & panties taking them off leaving you just with a little top.
the feeling of the cold pillow hitting your sensitive needy nub rolled your eyes, letting out a whine, beginning to hump on it slowly absolutely loving the feeling of the fabric rubbing your clit “m-mph, I wish it was hannie” you moaned out loud, feeling overwhelmed you sped up, wanting more of it.
grabbing your tit with one hand & teasing your hard nipples. “ f-fuck “ it was the first time you’ve done this and certainly not the last, this new sensation was so good n made u feel so dirty.
oh how clueless you are for feeling that, it was only a pillow after all not your lovers dick.
a feeling inside your stomach came, which made you go even faster till orgasm came spewing on the pillow, you flopped on the couch processing what just happened, biting your lip, then grabbing your phone snapping a pic of the pill then your wet cunt.
you hit the send button to your boyfriend jeonghan. “that’ll teach him to give what I want” you giggled
ping !
hannie 🎀 / what the fuck did you just did??
you / just a little surprise 🤭
hannie 🎀 / you fuckin whore thinking your so smug, sending this to me while at work ? I’ll ruin you, tried to be so nice about making love to you for a first time. but my baby thought other things
you / just wanted you :((
hannie 🎀 / oh you’ll get me all right.
fuck you’ve never seen this side of him before he was always so sweet & loving to you.
not that you hated it you absolutely fucking loved it. you were ready to get ruined by him.
bang !
a loud thud. he was here & you were kinda nervous. not scared if you didn’t want it he would drop everything & hug you so lovingly.
“hi hannie“ you came up to him & all your naked glory. he pulled your hair causing you to look up to him “think your acting so sweet didn’t know my innocent pretty angel was like this“ he eyed you. you felt your knees weaken. fuck he was so hot like this.
picking you up like a princess & laying you down “gonna shove my cock down your throat how does that sound baby?, wanna just hear you fuckin’ gag hm” his belt came off. kissing you.
plopping you up your knees at the end of bed while he sat it on it.
you saw his raging boner poking out his pants, before he revealed his pretty dick, hitting his chest when he pulled it out, you saw how his tip was a pretty pink shade with a little bit of precum. “cmon baby it isn’t going to suck itself isn’t it?” lining it up your mouth, you opened and licked his tip.
then slowly you swallowed it adjusting its big fat size, for fucks sake it was your first time.
he wasn’t patient. no he grabbed your head & pushed it all the way to the back of your throat it hit, you gagged really loud “fuck sure is this your first time? takin me so well s-shit” he threw his head, face-fucking you to guide you a little bit while you got working on taking him whole.
your head bobbing up & down, looking at your pretty boyfriend who was in complete pleasure groaning so loud & cussing here in there.
“angel im gonna cum fuck!” his warm seed shot down your throat with a little bit spilling of your lips. “open your mouth f’me” you obeyed & did.
you did not expect for this to happen, he spat. fuckin spat in your mouth. “swallow for me pretty” you did, loving the salty & warm taste you moaned.
“shit didn’t do nothing to you & your like a bitch in heat” laughed at you, you got even more wet by the second, pulling you up letting you straddle his lap “wan’ ride you just like the pillow hannie” you whined “hm since you sucked my dick, cmon ride me baby” he allowed you.
now you were terrified but you were determined to take his cock like champ & give him the best experience, he could since worry on your face, he held it & said “I know you can do it sweets, if you don’t wan-“ “no I want it” you retorted.
holding his dick up for you, you positioned yourself on his member, sliding only his tip, you moaned “f-fuck!” he held your hips to help you, slid through half of his shaft “is it all of it n-now” you pouted “baby you’re only half way” he chuckled to himself then thrusted slowly to take him up full “m-m!! hannie fuck you feel so good when I’m so full” “ cmon move those hips for me baby, be my dirty little angel” he whispered as you began to move your hips slowly to adjust to his size picking up the speed with it
han would fuck his cock into you so it hit all your good spots while you bounced up & down on him, loving your fucked out figure. tits bouncing with you he slapped’’em.
feeling up as you were close to your high, by your face he knew that your close.
suddenly he flipping you over onto missionary drilling his hips into you “s-slow down !” you didn’t actually mean it you were a whore for it “nah gonna fuck you till you only remember my name baby hmm like that?” “feeling so boled sending your pretty puffed up pussy like I wasn’t gonna ruin ya?” he kissed & bit your lip you just moaned & whined “need an answer from you” smack! he hit your tits once again pinching your pretty little nipple “m-mph y-yeah hannie please please ruin me” you said loudly, tears falling from how good you were feeling.
this was now what? your fourth orgasm he had no mercy on you going on your fifth “cmon sweets just this time think your gonna cum for me hmm? do it for your hannie can you?” he fake pouted kissing your earlobe while whispering that.
grabbing your thighs and pushing them forwards making you & throwing your legs on his shoulder so he can get deeper into you.
“s-shit gonna fuckin cum with you is that what you want hm?” he sped up while you were dangerously close to orgasming once again.
then finally came gushing out of you trembling from the orgasm you just had. he pulled out and came all over you tummy.
jeonghan then went up to the bathroom & ran a warm bath for you, coming to pick you up then both you and him bathed together.
“m’sorry i was to rough on you angel.” he spoke “nonsense hannie it was the best first time in my life!” you slapped his chest lightly then kissed his cheeks “might as well send you pics always” giggling you said “try it one more time & I’ll be meaner on you” “you’ll be mean but you love me more” you layed your head in his shoulder “i really do love you” he smiled.
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eighties baby
summary: your parents throw an 80’s themed party in their mansion. you try your best to contain your infatuation for joel, your dad’s best friend. you and your friend get a little too drunk and joel decides to teach you a lesson.
content: joel miller x reader, no outbreak, little plot, dbf!joel, reader in her twenties
warnings: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. 18+ mdni!, age gap is 20s/50, piv unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cream pie, doggystyle, dirty talk, choking
an: i’m baaaaaack ;) this was… wow! pls enjoy
“Your ass looks immaculate.”
You glance over your shoulder in the reflection of the mirror, locking eyes with your best friend. She’s giving you wild eyes while biting her bottom lip that’s covered in bright red lip stick. Her makeup was done very vibrantly compared to usual; blue eyeshadow with bright pink blush.
“You don’t think it’s too short?” You ask, popping a hip to accentuate your ass further under your very tight and very short mini skirt. Typically, you wouldn’t mind if a little bit of cheek was hanging out the bottom of your skirt, but this was your parents’ party, not your typical college party. Your best friend rolled her eyes and you and laid a smack down on your ass. You yelped in surprise.
“It’s perfectly fine. It’ll be dark.” She begins, then her voice lowers. “Plus, Joel will want to eat you alive when he sees you in it.”
You bite your bottom lip to fight back a grin. She knew you too well. You sighed and placed your hands on your hip, your head turning to the side as your further inspect your outfit in your full length mirror. You decided to go with an 80s glam rock look instead of the typical vibrant colors from the time period. You were wearing a tight black leather skirt and matching top, with knee high platform boots with silver chains on them. You had grungy black eyeshadow matched with a glossy red lip. You felt hot.
“I can’t be too obvious. You cannot let me get too drunk tonight.” You say sternly. You were talking more to yourself than anything. You knew if you drank too much alcohol you would make a fool out of yourself in front of Joel.
Joel was your father’s main man. They’d known each other for decades now. Joel was a stern man; the crinkles by his eyes from his fifty years of wisdom weren’t usually intensified by joy, more by scowls. You’d like to think at one point he was a light hearted man, but you can’t help but wonder what in his years turned him into such a sour puss. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’d seen him genuinely laugh. It was an extremely rare occurrence, but the times he had, it was the most amazing sound you’d ever heard.
“Fine. But this is your chance to act as unhinged as you want because in the morning you can blame the alcohol.” Your best friend winks at you, patting you once more on the bum.
“You’re a terrible influence.” You turn to face her. Your shorter friend stares up at you with a devilish grin and runs her thumb along your bottom lip, cleaning up your red lipstick.
“We should head down there, take a couple shots, scope it out.” She suggests, grabbing your perfume off your vanity and spritzing it on the both of you a few times. You nod in agreement, and check your outfit in the mirror one last time. You take a deep breath and grab your friend’s hand to leave your bedroom. The 80s music was already thumping from your parent’s massive surround sound speakers downstairs. The lights were off, with the sole light source being a couple lamps and some red lights your parents used for their annual Halloween party.
When you made it downstairs, the house was already packed out. The entire neighborhood was in your parents’ house. All of the couples in the neighborhood were in attendance, as well as their children (all in their twenties or older). If you squinted hard enough, it even looked like a college party. The lighting was just enough to see the basic traits of everyone’s faces, most of them being somewhat recognizable to you. You had just graduated from college earlier that month, so you were home temporarily until you found your full-time calling.
Your friend dragged you to the kitchen where all of the alcohol was stashed. On the island, there was a lineup of liquor with the appropriate mixers. She decided to pour you each a hefty shot of tequila, as well as a lime wedge. You absolutely hated any dark liquor, and unfortunately vodka had been tainted for you in your time at college, so tequila was the sole surviving option for you. You didn’t mind the taste of tequila, but the catch was its effect on you. Unlike other forms of liquor, tequila made you incredibly horny. After around 4 tequila shots, you had the tendency to shed off articles of clothing like you were battling a heat wave. This made you nervous considering you knew Joel would be in attendance; however, as your friend said, you can use the liquor as a scapegoat if it got that bad.
As you and your friend shot back your tequila, you began wondering where Joel could be. The party started over thirty minutes ago, and it was uncharacteristic of him to be late, meaning he was in the house somewhere. The thought alone made your skin crawl.
“One more.” Your friend called out over the music, pouring you each another hefty shot. Your eyes got wide. You knew you’d have to take a break from drinking after this shot, otherwise you’d end up butt ass naked in the middle of this party.
Another hefty shot later, and you were already feeling the buzz from the alcohol. Your veins felt tingly and your limbs felt weightless. You each made yourselves your mixed drink of choice, and decided to make your way out to the makeshift dance floor in your parents’ spacious living room. They had a portable disco floor, as well as a disco ball hung from the ceiling. No one took parties more seriously than your parents.
Your friend grabbed your arm and pulled you onto the dance floor, with “Talking in Your Sleep” by the Romantics blasting from the speakers. Your eyes wandered around the room trying to find the brown eyed man you’d be longing to see. Sure enough, you spotted him. He was sitting on the sofa, leaning back with his legs spread out in front of him. He had a glass of what appeared to be whiskey in his hand, resting on his thigh. You gulped when you noticed he was already looking at you. You quickly looked away and took a sip of the tequila sour you half-assed at the kitchen makeshift bar.
You made eye contact with your friend, and you gave her panic eyes to let her know you found him. She caught on almost instantly, and took that as a queue to scoot out of your line of sight. She leaned closer to you to say something in your ear.
“Go sit next to him.” She suggested loudly into your ear.
You shot her a look of unease. Wouldn’t that be too obvious? You shook your head no rapidly in response. It was too early in the night for you to do something as ballsy as that.
After about half an hour, your friend’s drink was empty and she was dragging you back to the kitchen. Your drink was still three-fourths full. Your stomach was bubbling with anxiety knowing that Joel had a direct view of you in your anything but conservative outfit. Besides, you were scared for your actions if you ingested any more alcohol.
Your friend took two more shots and mixed herself another strong cocktail. You knew she was going to be shitfaced in the matter of minutes. You rub your forehead and sigh. It’s going to be a quick night for her.
Your predictions were correct.
Forty minutes passed and her cocktail was gone, and so was she. She was so plastered that she couldn’t stand up straight, constantly grabbing your arm for support. You looked around the room and immediately made eye contact with Joel. He’s watching the both of you intensely, his head nodding over to the side as he observes your friend stumbling around. You’re fully embarrassed at how gone your friend was already. Your stomach flips when you noticed Joel was lifting himself off his spot in the sofa, making his way towards the both of you. He grabbed onto your arm, a look of concern crossing his features.
“Come on.” He said shortly, moving his arm from yours to hers, helping her stand up somewhat straight. “Let’s take her upstairs.”
You glanced down at your friend and her head was lulling to the side, her eyes fluttering shut. There was no salvaging her. You nodded in response to Joel and helped him practically carry your friend upstairs to your bedroom. After her nearly falling every few steps, you finally make it to your bedroom. You noticed Joel’s eyes wandering around the walls of your room as he took in the decor. You had various band posters still hanging in your childhood bedroom, many of them being 60’s rock bands that your dad showed you. You gently lay your friend down onto your bed, and almost immediately she’s snoring.
“Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry about this, Joel.” You mutter, looking up at him with apologetic eyes. You absentmindedly toy with your hands in front of you. Despite the shots you did take, you were still feeling nervous; the liquid courage wasn’t doing its job.
Joel stepped closer to you and shook his head. His brown eyes were soft and his eyebrows were furrowed.
“It was nothing, really.” He assures you, taking a glance back at your friend. He was amused at just how fast your friend fell asleep. He turned back to look at you and felt something flutter deep in his gut.
He had kept his eyes in you all night. He couldn’t believe how grown you were. Sure, he had known you since you were young, but you were a woman now. You had always been pretty, but now, you were stunning. He felt disgusting about it. Of all the women in his life, none of them compared to you, his best friend’s daughter. The entire night he had watched the way your latex skirt was fighting to stay over the plump flesh of your ass. Your top wasn’t much better; it left little to the imagination, your nipples peaking through the thin fabric of it. You were genuinely perfect in his eyes, and it was causing him the most intense moral battle of his life.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked quietly. His eyes were wandering over you, but he was saying nothing. It looked as though he was fighting something internally.
“What are you doing here?” He asked blandly, ignoring your question entirely. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
“What do you mean?” You pondered, crossing your arms over your chest, unintentionally pushing your boobs up further, placing them in perfect display for Joel.
“You could be anywhere, yet here you are drunk at your parents’ party.” He said, glancing down at your chest, hoping you wouldn’t notice, but of course you did. You chuckle in response.
“I just graduated college, Joel. I’m home temporarily until I can find something full time. What’s the matter? Am I inconveniencing you somehow?” You asked with pure sass.
“Well not entirely, no.” Joel says, stepping closer to you. “You’d think you and your friend would have a little self control considering the environment. This isn’t college, sweetheart.”
“I beg your pardon? I’ve barely drank anything. For god sake I helped you carry her.” You get defensive, emphatically gesturing towards your friend that’s passed out in your bed. “And unfortunately she could’ve been way worse than this.”
“You should’ve stopped her before she was fighting to keep herself standing.” Joel scolded you, his brows furrowing further.
“Aww what’s wrong, Joel? You have no children of your own so you have to parent me?” You snarled, stepping another inch closer to him. Joel frowns, his fist clenching at his hip.
“You’re a little fucking brat, ain’t ya?” Joel growls, getting centimeters away from your face. He was so close that you could feel his hot breath on the skin of your face.
“And you’re just a dickhead, huh?” You fire back.
Joel grabbed you by the forearm and tugged you towards your bedroom door. Before you could protest, Joel was dragging you down the hall to a spare bedroom. He swiftly pulled you inside and locked the door behind you. He grabbed you firmly by the throat, squeezing just the sides as to not restrict your airflow.
“Bit of an attitude problem, eh?” Joel spoke sternly. You gulped, gawking up into his crinkled eyes. “Might just have to sort you out.”
“What are you doing, Joel?” You squeaked out, your hand reaching up to grab ahold of his forearm. His face moved closer to yours, his eyes moving down to your crimson lips.
“I can only imagine you put on this poor excuse of a skirt to try and get someone to pay attention to you in the way you’re craving. You’re a little fucking whore, aren’t you?” Joel growls, his free hand moving down to your skirt, pulling it away from your body so it smacked back against your plump thighs. You gasped. You didn’t know how to respond to that. Was this actually happening?
After years of secretly fantasizing about a moment like this, it was finally happening, and you were flabbergasted.
“Answer me. Tell me what you are.” His grip around your throat slowly moved up to your jaw, his fingers squeezing your cheeks, making your lips purse.
You groaned in response, a hand trailing up Joel’s torso to his chest, laying a flat hand against him. His heart was beating rapidly. You glanced down and noticed the bulge straining against his vintage Levi jeans. He was enjoying this a little too much. You forced your face away from his grip, grabbing his wrist as hard as you could.
“I’m not a whore.” Your words were laced with venom. You were frustrated. Not because of the substance of Joel’s words, but because you were so fucking aroused. If it were anyone else, you probably would’ve planted a firm kick in their groin or sucker punched them in the lip. His words were disgusting, but you were eating it up.
“No?” Joel cocked his head at you. His free hand snakes up under your skirt, his fingertips pressing against your folds. His fingers were met with moisture. Your panties were soaked through. His gaze fell to his hand, then back up to your doe eyes. He smirked devilishly at you, his hand moving to your face. With his thumb, he pawed at your bottom lip, pulling it away from your teeth.
“Your cunt says otherwise, darling.” He muttered, his breath fanning across your face once more. You swallowed hard. You averted your eyes from him, his gaze making you feel entirely too hot.
“My parents.” You blurted out, your gaze returning to his momentarily. He swallows, his thumb still sitting by your mouth.
“They won’t know.” He said. You retracted your grip from his forearm, and he took that as an opportunity to run his finger up the outside of your arm painfully slow. “What’s wrong sweetheart? Scared of your daddy finding out?”
Your lips parted, a harsh exhale escaping your throat. Your body was on fire, your skin littered with goosebumps from Joel’s touch. To any normal person, this situation would be incredibly alarming. Yes, your moral compass was clawing at the back of your mind, but you craved interaction. Your morals were out the window, your desires taking superiority.
“Yes.” You whispered, your gaze falling to Joel’s lips. They were tempting you.
“If you don’t want this, stop me.”
Joel’s hand moved from your arm back towards the bottom of your skirt, pushing it up over your thighs, your red panties on full display.
“Fuck.” Joel growled, his fingertips grazing your mound through the lacy fabric. He pushed your panties to the side, his finger running through your folds, collecting your arousal. “Stop me, angel.” He teased.
His fingertip ghosted over your sensitive clit, your legs jolting in response, a whimper leaving your mouth. His mouth hovered over the soft skin of your neck, his breath stirring up goosebumps.
“S’matter sweetheart?” Joel muttered, planting a soft kiss to your throat. “Tell me what you need.”
“N-need more.” You said, your brows furrowing in desperation. You glanced down at his hand between your legs, your lower gut fluttering at the sight. He applied more pressure to the circles he was dancing over your swollen bud, the pleasure sending your head to lull backwards. You whimpered more, your legs beginning to feel like jello.
“You sound so pathetic.” Joel spat, working his fingers faster on your clit. You exhaled unevenly, your hand coming down on Joel’s bicep for stability.
You felt that familiar white heat beginning to ignite low in your belly, your cunt throbbing steadily. Your eyes squeezed shut. You were close— but Joel knew that. He wasn’t going to let you come just yet. Without warning, Joel halted his actions, his hand leaving your folds. You could’ve cried in that moment. Joel grabbed your forearm and tugged you towards the bed, pushing you down onto the duvet.
“Joel, please. I need to cum.” You whined, your head falling back into the soft mattress. Joel purses his lips at you, his hand running along the smooth skin of your leg, inching closer to where you needed his attention most.
“Jesus, sweetheart. At least you know what you want.” Joel said, squeezing the flesh of your thigh with the rough skin of his palm. “Here’s how this is gonna go. First I’m going to taste you. Then, I’m going to fuck you until you forget how to think. Got it?”
You nodded pathetically, grinding your hips down onto the mattress, desperate for some sort of friction. Joel ghosted his hands over your thighs to the seam of your latex skirt, gripping it between his fingers. In a swift motion, Joel tugged the skirt down your legs and off your body, tossing it somewhere on the floor. He left your boots on, not quite wanting to get rid of them yet. Your pussy looks so pretty underneath the transparent lace fabric of your thong. It left little to nothing to Joel’s imagination. Your breasts were spilling out of your black top, your areolas peaking out. You looked breathtaking.
“Fuck, angel. I wish you could see yourself. So pretty for me.” Joel muttered, lowering his face to your groin, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. He ran his large hand up the back of your thigh, squeezing every few inches. You bite your lip and you stared down at his face as he littered kissed across your thighs. His salt and pepper beard added even more texture to the sensations you were feeling. He slipped his fingers underneath the fabric of your panties and slowly pulled them down your tights and over your boots, leaving your heat bare. Joel lowered his face down to your core, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin. He pressed a kiss to your pelvic bone, then ghosted his lips in a line down to your sensitive bud. He planted another kiss over your clit, taking his sweet time teasing you. Your pussy was throbbing at this point, desperate for any sort of touch.
“Joel please.” You pleaded, grinding your hips up towards his mouth. “I need your tongue.”
“Good girl.” He said, lowering his tongue to your folds, licking a wet stripe up your vulva, tracing a circle around your clit, sucking down on it gently. He moaned into your flesh, the vibrations sending a chill down your spine. His tongue began to work faster, flicking up and down and side to side over your clit. He brought his middle finger to your opening, ghosting circular motions over it, before slowly pushing it inside of you. You exhaled deeply at the sensation. He began pumping his finger rhythmically in and out of you, paying special attention to curl his fingertip upwards to brush against your g spot. As he felt your walls growing accustom to the girth of his singular digit, he added a second finger, pumping faster. Just from his fingers and tongue, you already felt fucked out of your mind. The pleasure sent shocks down your legs and up your spine, your head rolling back into the mattress in euphoria. A quiet moan slipped through your cherry lips, your fists grabbing the bedding for leverage to cope with the immense pleasure coursing through you.
“Joel.” You whimpered, one of your hands jetting down to grab at his hair as he lapped at your wet heat. His soft brown eyes flicked up to meet yours at the sound of your voice. Your moan went straight to his already throbbing cock.
“Christ, baby.” He groaned, lifting away from your core to unbutton his Levi’s. His hand fumbled with the zipper to get them off as fast as he could. The anticipation was killing him; he was so hard that it was beginning to hurt. He needed inside you immediately.
Finally managing to slide his jeans down his legs, his cock was straining against his boxers. The tent was revealing in itself; you already knew he was packing a punch. It felt painfully slow, but finally Joel slipped off his boxers, revealing his erection. Leaking at the tip, he brushed his thumb over, cleaning up the precum that had accumulated from tasting you.
You sat up from the mattress and grabbed his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his. Your lips moved against his in a passionate rush. You could taste yourself on his lips. Another whimper rose from your throat, the moan vibrating off his lips. The sound of your wet kiss filled the room as he lowered his body over yours to lay you back down against the bed. His hand moved from his cock to your breast, pulling it out of your top and giving it a firm squeeze.
“Fuck.” He muttered against your lips as you rocked your hips into his. You needed his touch desperately.
“Fuck me.” You breathed out, pulling away to look him in the eye. “Please.”
That was all Joel needed to hear. He reached down to take his cock in his hand again, guiding his top to press into your folds. He ran back and forth against your slick, his precum mixing with your arousal. His eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he felt your wetness already beginning to coat him. His eyes lifted back to meet yours as he began to slowly press his tip into your entrance, the stretch already making you feel crazed. Your lips parted, an exhale escaping your lips as he pressed himself into your further. Your hands darted up to grab onto his biceps as leverage. He lowered down to your lips, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to them as he pushed his length inside of you to the hilt. Another moan escaped your lips.
“Y’okay?” Joel breathed out, slowly pumping in and out of you, allowing you time to adjust. You nodded your head, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“More.” You begged. “I need more.”
Joel ran his hand from your thigh up your belly, dragging his finger tip slowly to take in every inch of your skin. He reached your neck, wrapping his calloused fingertips around your throat, carefully squeezing on the sides. He leaned down to meet your lips, taking your bottom lip between his teeth momentarily.
“So fucking needy.” He grumbled against your mouth, his eyelids fluttering closed.
Suddenly, Joel began pounding into you. His hot breath fanned over your face as he rammed in and out of you, his length reached the deepest parts of you. You gasped, your hand reached up to grab his wrist that was busy squeezing your throat. Your eyes rolled back in your head and he slammed into you over and over. You were sure he was hitting you so deep that he was nicking your cervix. Just when you thought you couldn’t be more overwhelmed with pleasure, Joel’s free hand snaked between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit, ghosting gentle circles over the sensitive nub. You squeaked out a moan, the pleasure overcoming your senses completely. Your legs began to shake from the stimulation, your lower belly muscles tensing from the overwhelming sensation. Your breath was shaking, the oxygen feeling as through it had completely left your lungs.
“F-fuck.” You stuttered as Joel thrusted into you. “I’m close.”
Joel took this as an opportunity to slide out of you, wasting no time in flipping you onto your belly, laying a hard slap against your bare ass cheek. He groaned as your ass jiggled from the slap, his hand coming back down to grab a handful of your flesh. You pressed your face down into the duvet, letting out a moan. Your pussy was throbbing from the sudden lack of attention. You wiggled your hips, nonverbally begging for Joel’s cock. He chucked, slapping your ass once more before pressing himself back at your entrance, ramming into you fully, his hips meeting your ass in a rush. He grabbed a cheek with his rough fingertips, pulling your ass apart to get a full view of himself slamming into you. Your tightest hole was on perfect display for him.
“One day I’m going to claim you here too.” Joel growled, his fingertip grazing the ring of your asshole. You gasped, your forehead coming down onto the bedding, pressing your face down into the duvet to cover your moan. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me claiming your tight little ass as mine?”
You nodded rapidly, a straggled breath leaving your mouth. It was so goddamn hard for your mind to focus on anything except the feeling of his tip grazing the opening of your cervix with every thrust. Once again, Joel reached his hand down to toy at your clit, bringing you closer to your climax. The white heat hit you again as your legs began to shake under you. Joel wasn’t far behind you, and his pace wasn’t easing up.
His hips met yours hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls of the spare bedroom. If it weren’t for the music thumping downstairs, your sinful act would’ve already been heard throughout the entire house. Joel leaned down, kissing you against your spine, his hand kneading your ass.
“F-fuck, where do you want me? Your mouth? Or should I fill you up?” Joel grunted, his hand snaking around your front to firmly grab your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingertips.
You gasped, the stimulation for your nipple slipping you into the beginning of your orgasm. You didn’t answer him, the feeling of your impending climax completely taking over your body.
“Look at you cumming around my cock. Such a good fucking slut.” Joel growled, his pace somehow quickening further. His hand reached up to your hair, grabbing a fistful of locks and pulling your head backwards. His other hand reached around to your throat as he bent down to kiss you from the intense angle, your orgasm taking over you entirely. Your toes began to curl beneath you, your pussy clamping around Joel’s cock that was twitching deep inside you. Your pussy clenched down around his length, hugging it perfectly.
“Fuck.” Joel whimpered, his high hitting him like a train. Your spasming canal clamped down around him as he came in hot spurts, coating your walls deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, milking every ounce of cum from his length.
His thrusts slowed as his seed filled you up, his hands grabbing your hips for stability as he came the hardest he’d ever came in his life. He moaned as he slowly slipped his spent cock out of you, some of his release dripping out of your used up hole. The sight was intoxicating.
“Fuck.” Joel breathed out again, taking in the ruined state of your folds. He ran his fingers down your slick, mixing his cum with yours. You flinched at the sensitivity of your pussy, whining as he brushed over your clit.
You were spent. Your face was still pressed against the mattress, your ass still perched in the air. Joel’s cum was slowly leaking out of you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You were too fucked out of your mind to notice that Joel had left the bed to retrieve a wet rag from the attached bathroom. You winced as he gently cleaned up the juices spilling from you.
“You look so beautiful with my cum dripping out of you.” He spoke, running a hand up and down the back of your thigh. He pressed a kiss to your sore ass cheek from where he had smacked it.
You rolled over onto your back, your tender breasts jiggling from the movement. Joel leaned down and took a breast into his mouth, gently sucking on your hardened nipple.
“As much as I’d love to stay here and fuck you all night, I should go before your daddy starts to wonder where we went.” Joel said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.
A pit grew deep in your gut at the thought of Joel leaving you, but you knew the nature of this interaction and it would be silly of you to expect any different. You gazed up at him and frowned.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Joel shook his head and straightened up, moving his attention to dress himself. He began buttoning his flannel that he’d taken off during your interaction at some point that you hadn’t noticed. You watched in silence as he pulled his boxers and Levi’s back up over his legs.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Joel said after he was fully dressed. You were still laying on the bed completely nude attempting to recover from the mindblowing sex you’d just endured. Joel walked towards the door, turning briefly to look at your one last time.
“You might want to get dressed, sweetheart. Hate to have your daddy walk in to see my cum spilling out of you.” He winked, then disappeared out of the door, leaving you alone fucked out of your mind.
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Can you make a reaction where the reader is needy but the skz members are busy? Thank you sm and also love your work <3
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TAGS: the use of pet names such as ‘baby’, ‘bunny’, ‘doll’, ‘princess’, smut, dirty talk, mentions of edging, vibrators, some explicit language, kissing,
BANG CHAN
He spends the majority of his time in the studio mixing, recording, or creating beats. When he works late by himself, you tend to go in and join him just to keep him company. Even if it just means lying on the couch behind him and scrolling through your phone while he does what he needs. It’s just nice for the both of you to have each other nearby even if you’re not talking.
There are days however, sometimes weeks where Chan is so busy that you almost have to make an appointment just to see him. Despite being so close to him, the distance is a lot. It makes you realise how long you’ve gone without touching him or him touching you. So on one of those nights, you go up behind him in the studio as he’s sitting down, wrapping your arms around his front and resting your chin on his shoulder.
“I miss you Channie,” you say to him.
He melts when you use that voice on him, relaxing into your touch a bit more, “I know baby…”
“Come take a break,” you coax him, rubbing slowly along his chest.
“I can’t love, I’m so close to finishing this track.”
Your eyes close, feeling up all his muscles, as the warmth of his body, even his scent, turns you on, “but I need you so bad. Want you to feel how much I need you.”
“Twenty more minutes and then we can go home and do whatever you like,” Chan promises, and he always follows through with his promises.
“Twenty minutes is like two days though,” you over exaggerate.
“I swear I won’t take too long,” he emphasises to you. “Plus, how could I ever say ‘no’ to you?”
MINHO
To Minho, being busy is just an excuse because he always has time for you. Whether he’s recording, teaching or learning choreography, or is just working with a tight schedule, he’ll try to acknowledge your needs regardless of how far apart you are. But when you need his body and start missing his touch, he will drag it out for as long as he can until you start begging for it instead.
“What do you mean working late?” You whine over the phone to him after receiving a text saying that he’s not going to be home for a while.
“It's just for a couple of hours, I’ll be home before you know it,” he says just to rile you up.
“No but, I need you - you have no idea how badly Minho. I can’t do anything without you.”
“Aw c’mon doll, I’m sure there’s something you can do in the meantime? What happened to all those toys I bought you?”
Your eyes dart to those said toys on the bed. All of which you had run through and even though they made you all cum, it didn’t even scratch the surface. None of them compare to what Minho can do. No vibrator can replicate the way that his tongue flicks or his mouth sucks. No dildo can reach spots that Minho can.
“Don’t tell me you went through them all?”
“So what if I did?!” You exclaim to him, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise to your cheeks while you hear him laugh on the other end of the phone.
“You’re just going to have to wait,” he says. “I can’t leave these guys high and dry because they came all this way.”
“You’re leaving me high and dry,” you huff.
“I know for a fact that you’re anything but dry right now. I’ll see you when I see you.”
CHANGBIN
Changbin takes his health seriously. Eating clean but also what his body feels like, working out every day, resting, stretching, going to the physio or chiropractor to align his body. Over the time you’ve spent together, you’ve gotten to watch him physically change too, and it’s nothing short of hot.
He’s broader, more defined, muscles clear cut for you to view whenever you can. His skin is so smooth and hard under your touch whenever you can get your hands on him…
You can’t help but gawk at your boyfriend, to think that he’s all yours. He finds it mildly adorable that he has that sort of effect on you. Especially when you stare at him while he gets ready, watching him slip into a black long sleeve muscle tee that hugs his taut body so fucking well. His trained eyes catches you obviously ogling at him in the mirror though.
“Can you just go later?”
“What was that?” Changbin asks, missing what you said the first time.
“C-Can you just…go later,” you repeat. “To the gym I mean.”
He turns around and looks at you funny, “why’s that baby?”
“It’s just…I really want you to…stay here, just for a little bit.”
“I caught onto that, but you’re not telling me why-“
“Because I just want you,” interrupting him as you rip the duvet cover off your lap. “Need you.”
Changbin’s lips purse into a smile, “I can’t bunny. I’m seeing my PT this morning. I can’t leave him hanging.”
“You can always see him after,” you suggest. “Just be a tiny bit late.”
He rolls his eyes, trying not to laugh as he walks over to you to kiss the top of your head, “sorry princess.”
HYUNJIN
Hyunjin’s clear form of escapism as we know it is art or reading maybe. It’s a way for him to take himself out of this world and plant himself in another. In doing so, he becomes so entranced with what he’s reading or painting. If it’s the latter, Hyunjin tends to suffer from tunnel vision. Meaning he cannot abandon something he’s creating midway through the process. He needs to see it all through to the end.
Usually when you come home from work, he’s already sitting at the dinner table with his sketchbook out, some pencils, a glass of murky water beside him from dipping his paintbrush in, and looks so focused that it’s nearly impossible to get a ‘hi’ out of him.
Sometimes you come home all flustered and frustrated and annoyed because you couldn’t stop thinking about him all day. Those are the days where you have to actually make yourself present to him if he’s caught up in his hobby - which you want to promote since you know he loves it. But he also has an obligation as your boyfriend to acknowledge your needs, which he has an interesting way of doing.
“Hi baby,” Hyunjin says to you.
“Hey, still in the same spot that I left you in this morning,” you say to him.
“I’ve been trying to finish of this piece but it’s taking me a while because it has a lot of detail to it,”
“It looks stunning,” you say, watching his slender fingers pick up the brush again. “How busy are you right now?”
Hyunjin looks up from his paper, innocent boba eyes staring back at you, “why?”
“Long day and I just…really, really, really fucking need you right now,” you say to him simply.
Hyunjin took the extremely obvious hint, “you do? How badly do you need me baby?”
“Like ‘I want to skip foreplay because I’m already wet so you can fuck me now’ badly,” you say to him.
His insides stir excitedly, but he wants to finish off his piece. So with his dilemma, he ends up compromising. Hyunjin asks you for fifteen minutes for him to get as much of the piece completed as he can in order for him to fuck you after.
JISUNG
Honestly, if you’re in separate countries, and you text this man saying that you’re horny and you need him, he’s on the next flight straight back to you. Which sounds cheesy or cliche, but this man doesn’t give a fuck what he’s doing. There is the very rare occasion where he’s a bit preoccupied with something, like maybe he’s promised to go hang out with a friend which he doesn’t want to just ditch them.
Thankfully, neither of you have been in that situation until Jisung would go on tour with the other members. During one portion of it, you were able to follow along with them and none of it was easy when all you wanted to do was have him pin you down to the stage and fuck you in front of his fans.
The way that he can act on that stage too is something else. How he moves, raps, dances, interacts with people. It has you sitting tight backstage that by the time the show is over, you want to pounce on him. Despite the fact that he’s tired and worked to the ground, he’ll let you have him. Plus, it’s a decent way for him to drain all of that adrenaline.
“What’d you think?” Jisung asks, towelling away some of his sweat. God he looked so hot.
“G-Good yeah, you guys were awesome as always,” you mean it genuinely but he could tell that there was something preoccupying you.
“Everything okay babe?”
“Yeah,” you nod. “You just…you look really good.”
By the look in your eye, Jisung knew what that meant. A grin spreads across his face as he gently grabs the sides of your cheeks and pulls you in to kiss him. You’re unsure if anyone can see you both, but it’s not like he cares. With that in mind, you relish what you can like nobody is watching.
“Need you,” you whisper against his lips.
“Jisung, we’re having interviews now - oh yuck, get a fucking room would you?” Seungmin grimaces having just walked in on something that’s now scarred into his memory. He said what he needed to and immediately retraced his steps.
You look back up at Jisung with horror in your eyes. Horror because he’s about to leave you when your body wants him most.
“But-“
“No buts,” Jisung cuts you off. “I’ll see you in a bit okay? After that, I’ll give you the entire night back at the hotel.”
FELIX
In Felix’s downtime, gaming is his go-to. Most of the time it’s therapeutic, like when he plays Animal Crossing while listening to ASMR, Minecraft, or even building houses in Sims. The other half of the time it's him angrily slamming his closed fist onto his desk when he keeps failing to beat Malenia in Elden Ring or swearing at his screen because he can't 36 star the Spiral Abyss in Genshin Impact.
Watching him get angry while he's gaming is hot. It makes you wish that he was just as aggressive with you in bed. Or wishing that he would spank you for him to take his frustrations out if he loses.
“Lixie, can you come here for a minute?” You ask from his bed.
“Why? What’s the matter baby?” He replies.
“No nothing, just want to cuddle.”
“Hold on, just about - fucking trash! What even is this? I spend how many months building a character and not one single good roll?” Felix yells at his screen again, then remembers why he was talking in the first place, clearing his throat. “I just need half an hour and I’ll be done with this, I swear.”
“Can’t you put it on pause and come help me?” You whine.
“Help you with wh-“ Felix catches on, listening to you as he abandons his computer for a moment and turns around in his desk chair. “Oh?”
Your legs are already trying to twist themselves together to find relief between them, “please?”
Felix does want to finish his game, but he wants to tease you more, both of those things seem to go hand in hand, “surely you can wait half an hour for me, no?”
“No, I can’t,” you shake your head fervently.
“Yes, you can,” he says with confidence, because he truly knows you can wait.
So what he decides to do is agree to ‘help’ you under the condition that he gets to tie you up, strap a vibrator to your thigh for it to reach your clit, and edge you for the half an hour he needs. Forcing you to abstain from what you really need which is his cock.
SEUNGMIN
Seungmin has a very strict working policy, which you understand. He needs to focus and train when necessary or prepare for something coming up in the future. Plus, with the amount of admirable dedication that he puts into his field, you’d hate to see it all go to waste.
You do talk about these things with him because he knows fully how demanding his occupation can be. There will be times when he won’t see you for a couple of weeks - up to months even. So he can appreciate how lonely it must get for you while he’s surrounded by many.
That being said, he trusts you to handle your own when it comes to getting horny and he's not there. But it's a completely different story when he's right beside you yet distant and preoccupied at the same time. He looks so good when he works.
Seeing the way his eyebrows contract whenever he's thinking, pushing his hair out of his face when he's frustrated from trying to come up with more ideas, or when he rolls his sleeves up when his work starts to intensify. Before he knows it, you're climbing in between his legs on the bed, sitting sideways as he tries to sort out pages of lyrics.
"What are you up to?" Seungmin asks you with notes of suspicion.
"Am I not allowed to show some physical appreciation for my boyfriend?" You respond.
"At the moment, no," he says regretfully. "I'm helping Jisung finish off this song and I said I would get it to him soon."
You pout, “can’t you text it to him or something?”
Seungmin chortles, “he likes having it on a hard copy instead. Which reminds me, I’ll need to print more off too when we distribute the lines.”
“Tell him to wait,” you sling your arms around his neck and nuzzle into his body.
“What’s got you so needy?” Seungmin questions.
“Nothing,” you shake your head. “Just want to be by you is all.”
JEONGIN
For the past couple of weeks, Jeongin had been really honing in on his vocal skills. He spent a lot of time going to lessons, practicing with his other members, and by himself too. So far, it’s been frustrating trying to hit notes that are demanding of him.
As a result of his consistent absence, you’ve grown used to being alone for a fair amount of time. In that solitude, the longing for him expands. Sometimes you forget what it feels like to be near him. To hug him, hold his hand, even spend time just being beside each other can make a huge difference. But with the hours he works, at the moment it’s impossible.
He’s fully aware of that for you though and feels awful for being the number one contributor to it. But that’s why you don’t feel guilty when you send him dirty texts out of the blue or the odd explicit photo.
Jeongin will smirk down at his phone in the practice room when the members are on a small break, thankful that he has a privacy screen over his phone they'd be able to see. But you need him, you’re beyond the point of caring who sees that you crave his attention.
From Jeongin: Risky business sending that babe
To Jeongin: C'mon, you know how much I miss you
From Jeongin: That's an odd way of showing me how much you miss me
To Jeongin: Sick, now I know to stop sending them altogether then.
From Jeongin: Wait I was kidding
To Jeongin: Then don't tease me when I need you.
From Jeongin: Oh so you need me? Is that what it is?
To Jeongin: You KNOW that's exactly what it is.
From Jeongin: Okay my bad. I know I've been busy, but we're finishing up soon so maybe you can show me how much you need me when I come back home.
To Jeongin: Or you can just come home now
From Jeongin: Maybe if you send me another pic, I will ;)
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Cardio - Roronoa Zoro Imagine
Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader
Spoilers for One Piece (?), also kinda NSFW?
Summary: Ever since she joined the crew flirting with a certain green-haired swordsman has been (Y/N)'s favourite past time - even though she was told to not get her hopes up. Zoro doesn't do romance... or relationships... or situashionships. But what harm could a little harmless flirting do?
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"So, (Y/N)-san, are you single?", the cook asked her during dinner. (Y/N) enjoyed that the crew ate dinner together every evening. It felt like family. Ever since she joined the Straw Hats the whole crew embraced her with open arms.
"Well, yes I am, but I'm hoping not for long", she answered the blonde but kept her eyes firmly trained on a certain green-haired swordsman that sat at the other end of the table, sending him a playful smile. It was no secret that the girl had cast an eye on the man know as the pirate hunter Roronoa Zoro, who, at the moment, didn't even seem to notice her advances.
"Oooh (Y/N)-swaaaan I humbly volunteer myself as your boyfriend and partner!~", Sanji exclaimed.
The newest member couldn't hold back her giggles, "And I would be honoured, Sanji. Truly! But what would poor Robin and Nami do if you were taken?"
"Oh but of course, how could I forget? (Y/N)-san, you are so thoughtful~ ! But don't worry. I have enough love for all three of you, Ladies~"
(Y/N) giggled at his sing-song voice. She really liked the whole crew - all of them - but there was one person she took an instant liking to.
"Oi, Marimo! It's your turn to do the dishes! Don't you think you can weasel yourself out of it again", Sanji's sing-song was quickly replaced by a harsh holler.
"Oh, I'll help!", (Y/N) exclaimed. She was almost shocked at herself being so excited at the prospect of doing the dishes but spending time with Zoro didn't seem so bad.
"No, no, no. (Y/N)-san, -", Sanji tried to protest but the girl insisted. And so, shortly after, she found herself standing next to the mosshead rinsing the dishes.
"Soooo, what are you plans for the evening?", she asked the man standing next to her.
"Training", he hummed.
"You do that alot"
"Comes with the goal of being the strongest"
"I admire that", she smiles at him. It was quiet in the kitchen. The only things to be heard were the clinking of the plates and the occasional swooshing of the water in the sink, "Can you teach me some?"
The swordsman let out a laugh, "That would take years"
"I mean, just the basics", she shrugged.
"As I said, that would take years"
"You're being difficult on purpose", she grew frustrated, "I'm just trying to get to know you a little, y'know? Spend some time with you..."
The kitchen fell silent for a few moments before she came up with another idea.
"Would you like some company then?"
He looked at her for a few seconds but then decided to send her a nod anyways - maybe because she helped him with the dishes or maybe because he truly didn't care.
"Great! That's far better anyways, I get to sit back and enjoy a nice cold iced tea while watching a hot guy exercise", she nudged him in the side but didn't get a smile back, "You know you're no fun, right?"
Just a little later the two of them found themselves on the deck - Zoro practicing his form and (Y/N) off to the side shouting over some things here and there.
"Wait, so you trained with Mihawk? That Dracule Mihawk? One of the seven warlords of the sea?", she was shocked. She knew Zoro was good - in fact the whole crew was known to be extremely strong especially for how young they were compared to other crews - but this really put into perspective how strong he probably was.
"You talk a lot, you know?", his voice was gruff.
"Oh... Sorry", she didn't mean to annoy him, "I just wanted to get to know you a little..."
When the fighter noticed how quiet she had become he sighed, "Yes, he trained me for two years"
Her eyes lit up at his answer, "How is he like??"
"You're doing it again, woman!!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!!"
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It was early in the evening. The sun was set low on the sky, painting it in an aray of reds and oranges. Like usual Zoro was on deck training his skills like everyday. Most evenings (Y/N) would join him but tonight she wasn't there. The green-haired man didn't give it much thought though and just continued as usual until the girl entered the deck wrapped in a towel, her hair still damp.
"You shouldn't run around like this", he told her once she noticed her scantily dressed form, "Do you want the waiter to get a seizure?"
"Well, good thing we have a great doctor on the ship then", she answered, "But don't worry. This isn't for Sanji anyways"
Zoro raised his brows.
"Don't get ahead of yourself. It's not for you either", she paused for a second, squinting her eyes, "I mean... unless it's working?"
When he stayed quiet, she continued.
"I put my clothes out here. I like it when my clothes are warm and cozy after a shower"
When he looked over her shirt and shorts were indeed hanging over the railing.
"As much as I'd like to ge there someday, I don't think we're there yet sooo... Would you kindly turn around?"
Zoro scrambled to avert his eyes. Is she really getting dressed here on deck? He didn't get to think about it for long as he was smacked at the back of his head with her towel.
"Done", he heard her voice, "C'mon. Let's get some snacks"
She grabbed him by his sleeve and pulled him with her towards the kitchen.
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"So, I'll go shopping, Sanji-kun is going to accompany me to look for supplies. Franky decided to stay on the Sunny for maintenance, so all you others have free time to explore the island for yourselves. Get your allowances before you leave or I will add yours to mine", Nami anounced.
"Great, I'll go with Zoro", (Y/N) immediately looped her arm into the swordman's. Her exclamation was merely a formality at this point as the last times they explored different islands weren't any different. Looking for firewood, hunting, exploring the wildlife to make sure there wasn't any threat around them - (Y/N) teamed up with Zoro. The pirate hunter never objected, much to the girl's delight. Having some free time now, however, was a welcome change for the whole crew though.
Just as they were about to leave Nami stopped the other woman.
"Hey (Y/N), wait I need to talk to you for a sec"
"Sure, what's up, Nami?", (Y/N) beamed at the navigator.
"Oi, if the two of you want to have your chit chat either have it quick or have it later, I'm not waiting for you, (Y/N)!", Zoro shouted at his companion from where he was standing a few feet ahead already.
"Without my help, you wouldn't even find the bar! You have no choice but to wait for me!", she hollered back but then quickly turned to Nami, "But seriously, if he wanders off without me, he's probably lost forever, so we should be quick before I lose sight of him", she giggled.
"Yeah, about that... I wanted to talk to you about Zoro", Nami awkwardly scratched the back of her neck.
"Why what about him?", (Y/N) was still smiling brightly.
"I noticed you flirting with him... like a lot-"
"Oh... Is he-? Are you? Are the two of you- ?", (Y/N) could feel her cheeks heat up. That would explain why Zoro never really went for any of her flirts...
"Are we what? Oh... OH! Oh god no! Zoro and me? God forbid!", Nami looked shocked.
"Thank god", (Y/N) let out a relieved laugh, "but what is the problem then?"
"Well, Zoro doesn't really do romance or relationships. He never goes for it whenever girls try to flirt with him. He probably doesn't even notice it to be perfectly honest", Nami continued, "I don't want you to get your hopes up just to get disappointed in the end"
"Oh that", (Y/N) made a dismissive hand gesture, "I noticed already. It's fine though. I mean, as long as it doesn't bother him it doesn't bother me either. I like spending time with him", she shrugged but then hugged her friend, "thanks for looking out for me though"
Nami was a little confused but hugged her friend back. She didn't understand how she could be happily having a crush on someone with no sign of reciprocation but as long as she was happy Nami was happy.
"Oh shit. Where is that mosshead gone?? Sorry, Nami! I gotta run. Who know's where that idiot wandered off to?", (Y/N) laughed happily whilst already running in the direction she suspected the swordsman to have disappeared into.
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"You're buying", she grumbled.
"What, why?"
"Why? Are you serious? Because of you, we had to make a half-hour detour! My feet hurt... If you had just waited for me, we would've just taken a road straight into town but you had to wander into the forrest"
"I didn't force you to come with me, you know?"
She just huffed. It was quiet for a few moments then she heard a sigh.
"What do you drink?"
"You're the best!", she side-hugged the mosshead.
For the next hour, the two of them sat in the bar drinking and occasionally even joking around.
"Oof, I need some fresh air...", (Y/N) stumbled down from her bar stool.
"You're such a light-weight, it's a shame", Zoro let out a bark like laugh.
"And you're an alcoholic", she stuck out her tongue at him but then made her way out of the stuffy bar. Once outside she leaned against the wall to steady herself. She let a few deep breaths fill her lungs and thought about Nami's words from earlier once again. It really didn't matter if Zoro liked her back... did it? Nah...
She enjoyed spending time with him - be it as friends or as lovers. Eventhough, she much rather preferred one thing over the other. She knew Zoro never flirted back or even gave an indication that he even took notice of her attempts of gaining his affection but she knew that he at least enjoyed spending time with her, which was good enough for the girl. Maybe someday they could be something more than friends though...
It got chilly outside so she decided to enter the bar again. Once inside she saw Zoro sorrounded by a group of girls. (Y/N) furrowed her brows.
"You're the pirate hunter Roronoa Zoro!", one of the girls gushed.
"So?", he huffed.
"We heard that you and your crew challenged the world goventment", another girl continued.
"I'm trying to have a drink here...", Zoro tried to tell them. Unfortunately, those poor girls took this as an invitation to join him.
"Ah yes! A drink would sound lovely! I'd like a -"
"That seat is taken", the mosshead put his hand over the empty bar stool, where (Y/N) had just sat a few minutes prior. (Y/N) felt like her heart skipped a beat. Maybe he did indeed like he at least a little bit.
"Oh really? I don't see anybody", the girl that just tried to take (Y/N)'s seat demanded to know why she couldn't sit next to the swordsman.
(Y/N) took this as her sign to take action.
"Thaaaaank you, love, for keeping my seat safe", she threw her arms around the man, "and who are your friends here?", she asked sweetly. (Y/N) didn't have a problem with the group of women sorrounding Zoro - not at all. She just decided to help him out here.
"I don't know them", he grumbled.
The group awkwardly shuffled away, mumbling something about being fans but needing to get going now.
(Y/N) turned to the pirate hunter with a wide grin on her face.
"For real though, thanks for saving my seat"
"I just want to have my drink in peace. They seemed annoying", he shrugged, "Why is your face all red?", he asked her.
Her face fell, "I'm drunk... idiot"
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It was right after a fight. Most of the Straw Hats were unharmed - a few scatches here and a few bruises there. Nothing Dr. Chopper couldn't fix.
"That's going to be a scar, I'm sure of it", Nami complained about a cut she had suffered on her thigh.
"Don't worry, Nami!", (Y/N) yelled over from where she was sitting on the floor, "I think scars are sexy!"
"Oh really? Then why do I remember you almost having a mental breakdown after needing stitches on your forearm?", the red-head wasn't having it.
"First of all, that was my pretty arm! The other one already had blemishes...", (Y/N) rolled her eyes, "and second of all, I obviously wasn't talking about myself but rather on other people, isn't that right Zoro?" The girl sent the mosshead a shameless wink clearly alluding to the numerous scars that decorated the fighter's body.
Before Zoro had the chance to react, Sanji chimed in, "How come the stupid marimo is now somehow getting praise for sucking at fighting and always getting hit? Some of us are good enough to come out of a fight unharmed, you know?"
"What? WHAT? It's not my fault I'm actually fighting actual opponents! The only thing you are fighting are your eybrows", Zoro immediately shot back. It didn't take long for the two of them to be at each other's throats. Usually it would be Nami to separate them but everybody was too tired, so they just let them have at it.
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(Y/N) had only heard of the massive feasts the Straw Hat pirates had after every fight - Luffy baited her with them to lure her into joining the crew, but this was far bigger then she had anticipated. There was more food than she could ever eat, enough alcohol for the whole island - and some more just for Zoro - and Brook played his most popular tunes.
(Y/N) was pleasantly buzzed already when she decided to join Zoro where he was sitting in the corner of the room. On her way there she grabber herself a cup and a big bottle of rum, once she plopped down next to him she poured herself a cup and then handed him the rest of the bottle, knowing he'd empty any cup she could've given him in an instant anyways. He didn't complain and gladly took it.
"Are you having fun?", she yelled over the music.
"As long as I have a drink I'm always having fun", he answered her and indeed, he did look like he loosened up for a change.
She sent him a smile and raised her glass at him before taking a deep swig. For a while the two of them just sat in comfortable silence. She knew flirting with him was kind of her thing by now but at the moment she just wanted to enjoy spending time with her friend. If things would always stay the way they were right now - things wouldn't be half bad.
"You did good today", Zoro was talking about the battle they had earlier.
"Am I hearing right? I must've bumped my head... A compliment! By the pirate hunter Roronoa Zoro! I feel honored", she feigned shock.
"Don't get ahead of yourself. I meant you did good for your standards", he added with his lopsided grin that always made her heart skip a beat. To conceal an upcoming squeal she took another drink out of her cup. Okay, maybe staying friends wouldn't be as easy as she had hoped for - at least not with the adrenaline from the fight and the alcohol from the party still rushing through her veins.
"Why is your face all red?"
"You're not usually that observant, are you?", she grimaced.
"You'd be surprised", he smiled goofily before taking another big gulp of his drink.
Before (Y/N) had the chance to even think about what the swordsman was saying there, the song changed and so did the expression on the girl's face. A wide smile lit up her features and she excitedly turned to her friend next to her, who had no idea yet what she was about to propose to him.
"I know that song!", she sounded like a little child in a candy shop, "Do you dance?"
"Never", he barked out a laugh but made sure that she knew that he was aboslutely serious.
She pouted for a second but didn't want to waist any time before the song was over.
"Your loss", she shrugged and then skipped over to where Luffy, Usopp and Chopper where already dancing together arm in arm, joining them and singing at the top of her lungs.
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"Okay you know how it is! We need a team for supplies, a team for guard duty, a team for hunting... you know the drill", Nami announced. The Straw Hats had just arrived on a new island neither of them knew personally. Robin had read about it in one of her books but other than that none of them knew what they would find there. Robin already decided that she would explore the ruins that were supposed to be hidden deep in the woods - the island was supposed to be abandoned - but the others had to divide the remaining tasks among themselves.
(Y/N) was just about to announce that she was gonna team up with Zoro when the swordfighter himself interrupted her.
"(Y/N) and I take guard duty", he spoke up.
"No surprise there", Nami commented.
It was true that the two of them, (Y/N) and Zoro, usually teamed up - today would have been no exception. What was different though, was that it was usually always (Y/N) that would just decide for them to be a team - Zoro most of the time had no choice but to simply go along with it. Today - though - today was different and nobody but (Y/N) caught on. She was so busy with her thoughts that she didn't notice the other guys leave until it was suddenly just her and Zoro all alone on that big ship they called their home.
"So, guess it's just you and me, huh?"
"We don't have to talk, you know?", Zoro stated matter of factly, already preparing himself for a nice long nap.
"I know a few things we could do instead of talking, you know?", she repeated his statement, "In fact, it's gonna be a good few hours before any of them come back... a lot of things one could do in that time... instead of talking I mean", she pursed her lips as if she was really thinking about different possibilities instead of clearly alluding to one thing, before sending the fighter a grin.
"You keep flirting with me" - it was more of a statement than a question. There was no emotion in Zoro's voice that would have given the girl any indication as to how he felt about the fact. She felt her heart drop. And the others would only return in a couple of hours... this was gonna be uncomfortable.
"You - you noticed?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I?"
"Nami said something along those lines a while back..."
"Nami always thinks she knows everything" - there was still no reaction on his face.
"Does it bother you? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable", (Y/N) could feel her face heat up. She felt bad and embarrassed at the same time.
"Bother me?", he let out a dry laugh - finally a sign of emotion, but now (Y/N) still didn't know what to make of it - "There's worse things in life than a pretty girl flirting with you"
(Y/N) let out a sigh of relieve. She would've been mortified if she made her friend uncomfortable in any way. The compliment didn't even register until a few moments later.
"Oh is that so?", a devious smile lit up her face but as fast as it appeared it disappeared again when she realized something, "Wait but why did you never flirt back? I mean, not even with me... but also with all those girls that always try to get with you... like those girls in the bar a few months back"
"Do I look like the ero-cook or what?", he truly looked insulted but (Y/N) didn't settle for that cheap of an answer. When she stayed quiet he continued, "Girls like these are always annoying. Idolizing you and wanting you to share your drinks with them. I mean not that you're not also annoying but looks like I'm not getting rid of you anytime soon", he shrugged.
When the girl heard that she squinted her eyes, "You know, I'll choose to take that as a compliment". A wide smile lit up her face as she made her way over to the mosshead, "You liiiike meeee", she teased him as she almost was chest to chest with the taller man.
"I liked the you from two minutes ago... You know? When you were too shocked to even form a sentence"
"And I liked the you that just called me pretty", she tried to look serious as she looked up at him, their faces only a few inches apart, before her face split into a grin again as she got on her tippy toes and pecked the swordfighter on his lips.
When she tried to pull back Zoro however had already cupped her face with both of his hands, going in for another kiss. (Y/N) hands almost automatically found their way into the pirate hunter's green hair and for a while the two of them just stood there as if the world stood still until Zoro parted from her lips.
"You know, I think you were right", his voice was low, barely more than a growl, "we do have the ship to ourselves for at least another two or so hours..."
"I'm a fucking genius", she mumbled agains his lips breathing heavily already.
"Jump", he commanded.
She knew exactly what he wanted from her, so without parting from his lips she did as she was told. He caught her with ease as she wrapped her legs around his waist, carrying her into the sleeping quarters of the Sunny. Once inside he laid her onto her matress, only breaking the kiss to basically tear the clothes off of her body.
"Fuck", he took the time to admire the woman in front of him. The cold air from suddenly being exposed had led to goosebumps forming on her body.
"Zoro" - when he heard her impatient whining it was his time to tease her now, taking his time with undressing himself before finally crawling on top of her again. Every touch felt electric, his skin felt hot against hers as she arched her back into him. Anything to get closer to him.
"Is that what you've been thinking about all this time, huh?", his voice was hoarse as he leaned down nibbling on her earlobe. Instead of an answer he earned himself a breathless moan, which in turn seemed to have it's effect on him.
"Zoro, please...", she whined. The swordfighter enjoyed seeing her like this. For months now he had grown to like the overly confident young woman - eventhough her big mouth could become exhausting after a while - but now there was no more sassy banter anymore. Right now all that counted was how good her body felt against his and how perfectly his name sounded when she moaned it.
He leaned down for another kiss, which she eagerly returned. His hands found their way into her hair tuggin at the strands, making the girl underneath him gasp from the sudden sensation. He isn't know to be a patient man but he thought to himself that he was gonna take his sweet time with this - partly to tease her, partly because he wanted to savour every moment of it - but (Y/N) had other plans. As they parted she looked up at him, lips swollen from the make out session and she looked to damn perfect. And then he felt her hand wandering down his torso and between his legs. To hell with taking it slow - they could always squeeze in a round two, he thought, as he pinned the girl's hand over her head and started kissing down between the valley of her breasts.
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"Well, that was a failure", Nami complained to Sanji as they walked up the gangway to the Sunny. This island was puny. There way nothing interesting there. Not only were there indeed no people left, but there was also no sign of human life at all. No abandoned shops. No ghost town. Nothing. And even the trees in the forrest barely held enough fruit to top up their food supplies for the next part of the journey, so that they definitely would have to make a stop at yet another island before going on to their actual destiny.
"At least Robin-chwan had luck with her ruins", the cook babbled along, delighted at the thought of at least one of the women having had a good time. Most of the crew had found their way back to the Sunny again - all of them with similar news - except for Nico Robin, who indeed had found what she was looking for.
"Hey guys we're... back? Where are they?", the navigator was just about to announce their early arrival when she noticed that neither (Y/N) nor Zoro were anywhere to be found on the deck.
"They're not in the crow's nest either", Sanji confirmed, "What if something terrible happend to (Y/N)-san? I know it was a mistake leaving her here with that second class sword-clown"
"Calm down, Sanji", Chopper assured him, "Zoro probably wandered off again and (Y/N) now has to make sure he isn't lost or something. The island is abandoned. Nobody attacked them"
"That's just as bad, that stupid marimo", Sanji swore under his breath.
Nami was just about to answer the cook when a loud crash followed by a "fuck" interrupted her train of thought.
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Zoro and (Y/N) just laid there at the moment, the sheets lazily draped over their exposed bodies. Zoro was just about to propose a round two when they heard the voices of Nami and that ero-cook outside of the cabin coming continuously closer.
"What are they doing back already?", (Y/N) looked panicked, scrambling out of bed trying to gather her clothing but only so far finding her bra, "Where the fuck are my clothes?"
Zoro couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her running around like a headless chicken. He was in no rush to get dressed - he much rather enjoyed the show that unfolded before his eyes.
"Stop laughing, Zoro, and help me", she whined. He noticed that her whining wasn't as annoying anymore... endearing rather.
"And what do you want me to do?", he laughed but actually got out of bed and gathered his clothes along with some of hers.
"Here", he handed her her panties, which she gladly took and tried to hastily put on. In the rush, however, she wobbled on one leg and then stumbled backwards into a dresser.
"Fuck"
"Good job... I'm sure they won't be coming straight in here now", Zoro sarcastically commented. How did he already get his pants and shoes on???
Unfortunately though, Zoro was right. The once muffled voices of their crew mates were coming closer and closer. As much as he enjoyed seeing her struggle, time was running out now and the swordsman was not about to let (Y/N) be exposed like that, so he held out his green robe for her.
For a moment she hesitated.
"Are you sure?"
"It's wide. Easier to slip into than those tight clothes of yours", he shrugged - that was one reason, sure, another reason was, that he really wanted to see the waiters face when he saw (Y/N) in his clothes.
"That's nice", she smiled at him, "smells like you"
When he saw her in his clothes, there was a feeling in his chest he couldn't quite place. It was too big for her, the sleeves hanging over her hand and one side of the collar falling off of her shoulder exposing the naked skin underneath. He grabbed her jaw with one of his hands, making her cheeks puff out adorably and pressed a firm kiss on her lips.
"We should do this more often"
(Y/N) was just about to answer when the door to the sleeping rooms flew open. The girl tried to step away from Zoro as soon as she noticed that they weren't alone anymore but apparently not soon enough.
"Here you are! You know guard duty means guard duty and not nap time...", Nami's voice trailed off once she processed the image that presented itself infront of her.
Once she did, she began shrieking, "What do you two think you're doing???"
(Y/N) slipped out of the room squeezing past the red-head, closely followed by Zoro but to her horror outside most of the crew already stood and waited aswell.
"We - we were...", (Y/N) was usually quick-witted but right now her mind drew a blank.
"Doing cardio", Zoro chimed in from behind her, still shirtless and seemingly not bothered by the situation at all.
"Yep", (Y/N) went along with it, "Cardio"
Robin, who of course caught on to the situation, snickered behind her hand but refused to enlighten Dr. Chopper as to why that was funny, not wanting to tarnish the gullible reindeer's innocence.
Sanji however found nothing humorous in the situation - almost in shock he turned to (Y/N), "(Y/N)-san! I'm sorry I left you alone on this ship with this pervert! I promise I'll make it up to you"
"What did you just call me, ero-cook?"
"You heard me! If you just as much as put a single finger on (Y/N)-san I'll make you regret it"
"Sorry, to disappoint you, but I did a little more than that", Zoro laughed.
That was enough for the cook to lunge for the swordsman, "You are not good enough for her! You dirty bastard!"
Nami massaged the bridge of her nose. First, the island turned out to be a total failure and now this.
"Look what you've done. No more guard duty for the both of you", she deadpanned.
"Sick! I hate guard duty", (Y/N) grinned.
"I meant together", the navigator pressed out between her teeth.
"Oh! Yeah. I can't promise that", the other woman nodded thoughtfully and then turned to leave but then remembered one last thing.
"Oi, Nami!", the red-head looked up to where the voice was coming from. From behind her, (Y/N) could see Usopp furiously signaling for her to shut up - and (Y/N) knew she really should listen to him - but there was this little voice in the back of her head telling her to poke the bear, so she continued, "by the way... you were wrong!"
The last thing (Y/N) saw, before a furious Nami was chasing after her was a facepalming Usopp but she didn't have the time to justify her decision because the navigator was hot on her heels, with a raised hand. A punishment she usually only reserved for Luffy and sometimes Zoro whenever they were being stupid but (Y/N) guessed that the stress from today paired with the reminder of her error about the advice she gave (Y/N) about Zoro, was too much for the red-head.
"Sanjiiiiii, help! Nami's gone crazy and is trying to kill meeeee", she screamed at the top of her lungs as she was fully sprinting away in order to not get hit.
"I'm coming, (Y/N)-saaaaaan~", the cook sing-songed.
And as Nami was chasing after (Y/N) and Sanji was chasing after the two of them, she couldn't help but think about how she wouldn't wanna be anywhere else at the moment than on this ship with those idiots. Especially a certain green-haired swordsman that she had liked for a while and - as she now just found out - wasn't as clueless as she thought.
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Learn Your Lesson
Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader
Summary: Anon Request: Hear me out on this one…You’re mates with the bat boys and playfully begin comparing their bedroom skills/wingspans. Obviously Cassian can’t let it go and now the others need to defend their honor, so they decide to have a competition on who can make you cum the most/the hardest/the fastest. Who do you think won overall…? And thoughts about how it went (kinda inspired off that fuck marry kill Drabble writings by chlo created *chefs kiss*)
Warnings: Smut
Word Count: 1,940
Notes: SO @writingsbychlo and I just wrote this up for you all because we too love the delicacy that is poly!batboys. ENJOY!
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“It hurts,” you whimper. Cassian’s head pops up from between your legs. His mouth is glistening with your slick and his pupils swallow the vibrant color of his eyes but he looks no less starved then he did an hour ago.
“We can’t have that, now can we, darling?” Rhys caresses your face softly, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb. Warmth floods your body as he washes away the pain, leaving only pleasure in his wake. It’s enough that you keen, back arching to meet the hard ridges of his body where he lounges lazily behind you. “But you have to learn your lesson.”
“I-I think I learned my lesson three orgasms ago,” your huff melts into another whine as Cassian’s tongue flicks against your clit.
“And yet,” Cassian mumbles, pulling back just far enough to leave a bite to the inside of your thigh, one sharp enough to have you jolting, legs clamping around his head again. “You’re still being mouthy.”
“I’m not—”
Your words are cut off, dying on a cry of his name as tears well at the edges of your eyes once again, white hot pleasure that brinks on too much as his tongue laps at you again. Before he can repeat the motion, though, the door swings open, and the two males go still on the bed as your third leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his muscular chest.
His hazel eyes are dark with shadows as he drinks in the sight of you, Rhys, and Cassian naked on the High Lord’s large bed. He takes in the drying mess that’s still on the sheets and the wet spot where Cassian’s been making you cum on his tongue for the past hour.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a feral yet delicious tease. “Having all the fun without me? That’s just cruel, I’ve been working all day, and this is what I come home to?”
“Az…” A sigh of relief slips free, his smirk softening a little as he looks over to you. He pushes off of the doorframe, his thick-soled boots scraping across the floorboards, scuffing on the wood and bouncing around the near silent room. As he moves closer, that smile becomes a frown, tracking the tear marks on your cheeks. “They’re—”
In an attempt to silence your complaints, Cassian nips at your swollen, oversensitive clit, and your back arches as a broken whine leaves your lips. Sweet relief follows as Cassian’s head is pulled back, Azriel’s fingers fisting his locks. Cassian hisses in reply.
Azriel only tuts, yanking Cassian’s head further back until the male who’s been kneeling on the floor between your legs now stares up at his friend. His chin is still dripping, glistening with your arousal, and Azriel frees his other hand to wipe along his jaw. “So mean to our girl, Cass. She’s shaking, and crying. What have you done to her?”
Rhys brushes the hair from your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the bruise bitten skin in apology. Your eyes narrow as you shoot him a look. You know exactly what the cheeky High Lord is up to now that Azriel’s joined the group.
“Teaching her a lesson.” He manages to mumble out, and you prop yourself up on shaky arms, just enough to catch as Azriel slips that slick-coated finger between Cassian’s lips. The warlord’s lips seal around it immediately, obediently, sucking your cum clean from his skin before Azriel pulls it back.
“I thought it was my job to teach the lessons around here? What did she do?”
When Cassian hesitates, Azriel gives a sharp tug on the locks still clutched in his fist, a soft moan leaving Cassian’s lips. “She was taunting us. Talking about wingspans and—”
“I was joking! It’s you who got all righteous and had to defend his sexual prowess!”
Azriel’s head snaps up from the male at his feet to you, head tilting a little in concern. “Shh, sweetheart, I’ll get to you in a minute. Let Cassian explain himself. Go on, Cassian.”
“That’s… it.”
“That’s it?” Azriel repeats, brows raising as he looks away. You can't tear your eyes from the scene before you. The tension is thick in the room, your arms barely able to hold you up to watch but you can't stop. With a heated glance, Azriel’s molten gaze scans your flushed body, layered with sweat and your own arousal, before fixing on the raw apex of your thighs. “Looks like you’ve been putting that snarky mouth to use, Cassian. Perhaps you need more?”
You stiffen, a whimper on the tip of your tongue with the urge to snap your legs shut, but it isn’t you that Cassian is pushed towards. Instead, Azriel lets go of his hair just long enough to undo his own leathers, dropping them to the floor until his chest is stripped bare, tattoos and scars enhanced in the dim lighting of the room.
“You can get me nice and wet, too, Cassian, since you’ve so kindly gotten our girl all ready for me.” Your arms buckle as the thought of Cassian’s lips wrapped around Azriel’s cock sends a whole new wave of arousal through you. Azriel smirks, sights flicking to you for a moment as he senses your approval. Running a thumb over the kneeling male’s lips, Rhysand shuffles closer behind you, his warm chest pressing to your back and legs stretching out to bracket your hips, supporting you as the scene unfolds. The press of his hot cock into your backside is a reminder of how you have yet to take him. “Don’t tell me you forgot, Cass? You used to suck my cock so well. I guess you’re all ruined now. Perhaps Rhysand will be—”
“No!” Cassian’s overly excited burst pulls a dark chuckle from Az, even as Rhys shifts behind you like he’d just love to take up the offer. “Me. It’s me. I’ve missed the feeling of you on my tongue.”
“I’m sure you have.” Azriel murmurs, nodding to his belt. Cassian’s fumbling hands shoot up to begin unfastening it, and as he struggles to yank tight leathers down Azriel’s muscle-corded thighs, your vision flashes.
An image, through Rhysand’s eyes. He’s watching himself in the mirror as Cassian presses him into the bed, fucking into him. Azriel is behind Cassian in the memory, thrusting into him like the night may never end, and it's what spurs Cassian’s cock into Rhys over and over again.
Another memory appears, and Cassian’s head hangs backwards off the bed for Rhys to fuck his mouth, as Azriel goes down on him. You can almost visualize the sounds that must’ve been filtering through the room at the time, the wet cavern of Cassian’s throat as Rhys presses in, Azriel slurping at the warlord’s cock, the moans ringing like battle cries throughout their shared room.
More, one of Rhys squirming under scarred fingers, and another of Cassian crying out their names, shadows around wrists and headboards, dark hair and golden sweat-soaked skin and calloused hands grabbing at thick muscles.
It’s enough that when your vision clears, just in time to watch Cassian lick his way up Azriel’s cock to the tip, there’s new slick dripping down your thighs. As Cassian’s mouth closes over Azriel, the shadowsinger’s head tips back with a satisfied moan, Rhys’ fingertips skate up your thighs once again. One finger dips into you, slow and steady, and your head rolls back onto Rhys’ shoulder, eyes still fixed on the pair at the end of the bed.
“Don’t let her cum, Rhys.” Your whine is weak, desperate from Azriel’s own brand of torture to edge you, but his head shakes in response, hand sealing around Cassian’s head to hold him still as he thrusts deeply, all the way until Cassian’s nose meets his pubic bone, done with games. “Just keep her ready for me. The next time she comes is on my cock. If she cums, you don’t.”
Rhys’ bucks against your back with a groan as Azriel’s searing gaze moves to him, firm and commanding. You know exactly what it feels like to be on the receiving end of that very look. Between Rhys’ fingers teasing you, Azriel’s soothing words, and the sight of tears beginning to form in Cassian’s eyes as he stares adoringly up at Azriel, you’re hurtling close to the brink.
At the ragged moan of Cassian’s name on Azriel’s lips, you hit your peak.
But, the pleasure never comes. Cold, sharp talons, careful not to pinch, wrap around your hazy mind, holding you there perfectly, as soft kisses are pressed to your shoulder. You have no doubt that it isn’t a kind gesture, though. This isn’t for you, to help you obey, this is for him. Rhysand wouldn't dare disobey Azriel if it meant his own climax is on the line, you can tell that just from his obedient replies, and that means you are in it together.
Teetering right on the edge, black spots flashing in your vision as you pant his name on a whisper, nails scraping harshly up his legs. You never slip past the crash, living in the endless circle of an orgasm that doesn’t quite crest. Curling his fingers, Rhys chuckles into your skin as he presses a spot that makes your hips buck wildly, cunt clenching and fingers fisting in the sheets so hard it hurts. His cock smears across your back, precum leaving a sticky mark between your bodies that feels so dirty your head spins.
Appealing to Rhys will do you nothing, and Cassian has already made his stance for the evening quite clear, but there’s always one person who gives you what you want, what you crave. “Azzy…”
At the sound of his name, his focus returns to you fully. He pulls Cassian from his cock with a pop and lets him hunch over on himself a little to take deep breaths, already mourning the feeling of his throat being used, no doubt. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”
“She’s ready.” Rhys promises, pulling his fingers from you and holding them up to show the proof. It’s so obscene your cheeks flush with even more heat, and Azriel smirks, crawling up the bed towards you both.
“Good boy, Rhys,” He takes Rhysand’s fingers into his mouth and the High Lord lets out a pathetic sound at the praise as he sinks his fingers further into Azriel’s mouth, grinding his hips subconsciously in need. Lining himself up, Azriel curses softly as he slides into you, and the moment Rhys pulls his grip on your mind away, you explode.
Shaking, a mess in Azriel’s arms as you finally feel full, an out of body experience that leaves you with wet cheeks again, and Azriel only murmurs soft encouragement into your ear as he rides you through the kind of earth shattering orgasm you’ve never before experienced.
“That didn’t take long,” Cassian snickers, pumping his own cock as he rounds the bed to stand and watch, Rhys huffing needily as he lies flattened beneath you both, getting everything and nothing all at once.
“I know.” Despite his breathlessness, there’s a smugness to Rhys’ tone, like he’s done it all on purpose, hoping that if you finish soon, Azriel might move onto him. It’s a good plan, in theory, if it isn’t for the way Azriel leaves loving kisses along your jaw, hips rocking slowly as he works.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m all yours. They don’t get to cum until you decide it. It’s your turn to punish them, and I’m just here to help.”
#azriel x cassian x rhysand x reader#azriel x reader#cassian x reader#rhysand x reader#acotar#acowar#acomaf#azriel smut#cassian smut#rhysand smut#poly!batboys#azsazz/writingsbychlo#collab
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matt nsfw headcanons!
*these are about sex! if that makes you uncomfy, don’t read it!*
purple is you! blue is matt!
- he’s dominant but he’s not a sadist!! he doesn’t wanna hurt you but he wants to make you feel good so if spanking/choking/biting makes you feel good, he’ll do it
- he’s not afraid of being submissive tho! he’d love to be whimpering under you while you take control
“being such a good boy for me matty”
- loves to overstimulate you, loves seeing you squirm under him, unable to control yourself
- not a huge fan of doggy unless there’s a mirror, loves to watch your face and kiss you whenever he wants
- kinda insecure abt dildos n vibrators, wants to be the only one making you feel good
- always tells you to kiss him when you cum, when you ask him if you can cum, he’ll say kiss me which means yes lol
“mmph, matt can i cum please”
“kiss me princess”
- LOVES talking, praising and degrading you, you praising and degrading him (tell him how good he makes you feel, he’ll go crazy!)
“you feel so good around me baby”
“taking me so well”
“such a good whore for me”
“fuck you’re so deep inside me”
“you make me feel so fucking good”
“you’re such a good toy for me”
- loves when you give him head but he’ll never ask for it, giving gets him off
- doesn’t love spanking, he’s scared he’ll hurt you- he still wants to mark you tho so he’ll give you hickies like crazy
- same w hair pulling but you teach him how to do it the right way so he’s more comfy w it
- loves cuddling with you afterwards, can’t have sex and just leave, he needs the connection at the end or he has a huge drop
- loves when you ride him and use his cock to get yourself off
“look so pretty using my cock”
- cares abt you finishing obvs but he’s not gonna stop till he cums (part of the overstim thing)
- sometimes scared to ask for sex, unless he’s REALLY horny, in which case he will be super clingy and touchy until he’s forced to just ask
- (usually) up to trying almost anything, he just gets nervous
- would literally worship you if you let him, your body (and face duh) is his favorite thing to look at
- ^ it’s not even rly sexual he just thinks youre perfect
- desperately wants to ruin you, have you screaming, crying, shaking, but he’s so scared of hurting you
- munchy munch munch and he’s SO good at it
- ^literally idk what that man does but he always has you coming within thirty seconds
- “look at me” literally don’t try to close your eyes, wants to make eye contact at all times
“open those pretty eyes for me baby”
- NICKNAMES!!!
“be good for me baby”
“do you need me sweetheart?”
“taking me so well my love”
“feel how hard you make me slut”
“you wanna come pretty girl?”
“so good to me princess”
“my perfect whore”
- will send you videos (with sound) of him getting off if you guys can’t get together
- ^ doesn’t expect anything back, except words of praise
- will pick you up, not so much throwing you around bc he’s scared to hurt u lol
- he just wants you as close as possible
- loves when you ask him what bra/panties you should wear (obvs you look hot in whatever but he likes having control over small things)
-^ his fav is dark blue
- shirts off always, loves feeling your chests pressed together
- scratch him, bite him, smack him, he wants it all
- licking you EVERYWHERE
- always wants to cum inside you
-^ uses a condom! homie is responsible
- not rly a hand/feet guy, but he loves how small yours are compared to him
- won’t ask abt anal but if you suggest it he’s all abt it
- safe word is a must! always asks you what it is before hand, even if you’re not doing anything crazy, reminds you it’s ok to use it during
“tell me your safe word baby”
“use your safe word if it gets to be too much”
- loves your boobs!! he don’t gaf if they’re big or small, they’re boobs and he loves them! also big stomach and thigh guy (squishy)
- aftercare, aftercare, aftercare! literally whatever he can do. need water? he’s got it. need a bath? he’ll take one with you. wanna watch a movie? already has your fav on. wanna take a nap? say no more.
- ^ sex debrief!! wants to talk after, what did you like, what didn’t you like, what should he do more, etc. wants to make you feel as good as possible
i definitely had way too much fun with this, tell me how yall feel please, this is my hard launch into smut lmao. also please tell me if you see typos or anything lol. AND REQUEST STUFF, i have two matt fics and a chris one but after that i need ideas :)
#sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo smut#sturniolo fanfic
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Dear dream girl, I really want to be my dream girl but I don’t know where to start. I feel unmotivated most of the time and I only get a burst of motivation at like 3 am. I just what to glow and radiate good energy for myself and find/do what I like
Oh, So You Wanna Be a Dream Girl? 🎀
starting your dream girl journey
Congrats on choosing yourself and your tiara; I am so proud. Prepare to not be liked, to be judged, and to stand out. It’s lonely at the top.
*this guide is for starting the process, not reaching the end result because my version of my own dream girl is inevitably different than yours. bare in mind i’m not holding your hand. i’m nudging you in a good direction.
what is a dream girl?
a dream girl is a girl that has finally fallen in love with who she sees in the mirror. she’s the girl that she can depend on. she has her desired look and she’s on the path to self actualization actively. she’s aware of her branding. she holds herself to the standards she holds other to; and they are HIGH. her self worth isn’t contingent upon a love interest, amount of money, or social status. she’s simply that girl.
do some healing.
yes, i said it. healing. like i’ve said before, you cannot put glitter on literal garbage. that’s not even the slightest bit appealing. you’re gonna journal about your childhood, your biggest influences in life, your biggest fears and how you feel life has treated you. this calls for shadow work. shadow working really helped me figure out some of my toxic traits and how some of the things that were considered normal to me as a child have affected me in the long run. you’re also gonna write hypothetical letters to your loved (and not-so-loved) ones, including yourself. let it all out. say everything you want that person to know. around you or not, dead or alive. prepare to clam up, cry, get angry, feel anxious. good. you should. you feel clammy, hot and sometimes pain when your body is fighting off and healing from a physical sickness. now you’re dealing with the developmental, mental, and emotional parts. you’re doing yourself a disservice choosing to stay the same toxic, nasty, mean, or victimized person you’ve always been.
what do you want?
before you can start to even do the smallest improvements, you have to have a clear goal. or else you’ll just be running around in circles (heh) over grandiose blurry wishful thinking. ultimately resulting in you giving up and choosing to be basic bc it’s easier. what do you want out of life? how do you want to be treated? what do you want to do? what makes you happy? and most importantly, how do you want to feel? see, it’s more than just the frills and glitter. you have to know what you’re trying to get to, internally and externally.
grab a diary, adorn it with pretty little details and commit to it. pair it with your fav writing utensil. outline all of your goals. every single last one of them. you can categorize them, scale them from short to long term, easy to hard. it doesn’t matter. do absolutely what you want to do to make a concrete record of your goals that’s digestible for you.
what are you going to do?
*fabulosity by kimora lee simmons*
compare your dream reality to the one you’re currently experiencing. what is she doing that you aren’t? that’s it. do that. anyone can read blogs about the process and other people success stories but those posts aren’t gonna change your life unless you get up and go for what you want. i don’t know what exactly you desire out of life. you do. so you have the instructions for this journey. the first part was easy, this is simple but not nearly as effortless. it’s up to you and not anyone else. you teach others how to treat you. improvements you can make include better: hygiene, self talk/treatment, outward energy, work ethic, discipline, health, consumed content, relationships, looks, habits.
the work
it’s time to apply yourself. get up everyday and actively work towards your goal. be kind to yourself. take yourself to the doctors. get active. eat right. find your passion. DO THE HEALING.
everyone’s journey is SO different so i’m just going to do a quick rundown of the importance of each of the ten facets of your dream girl journey (that build upon each other. ie; looks do not benefit you when your hygiene is insufficient):
*these facets are loosely based on maslow’s hierarchy of needs
health - are you taking care of yourself? please treat yourself how you would your loved ones. you’ll be surprised how physical issues manifest mentally, and vice versa. get adequate sleep. take baby steps if need be. some of these adjustments may be huge to you. be gracious with your journey.
consumed content - everything you engage in is your diet. the company you keep, food you eat, music you enjoy. you get the idea. do you feel light and ready to take on the day? or do you feel drained and sick more often than not. make some adjustments wherever you see necessary.
hygiene - extremely important. stick to a routine for your hygienic needs. you should have rituals you engage in everyday. don’t forget that your health and hygiene go hand in hand. oral and feminine hygiene is so crazily important. please don’t neglect yourself. i talk about my routines in detail here.
habits - daily habits are so crucial to your lifestyle. adjust these and consciously break your bad habits by supplementing your life with equal and opposite habits.
self talk/treatment - simple. be kind to yourself. hold yourself accountable for flaws and mistakes while loving yourself enough to be patient with the journey of improving.
outward energy - be very aware of the vibes you’re permeating. again this is so a huge determination of how you will be treated and how you will live your life.
work ethic/discipline - it’s gonna take serious accountability to escape the desire to stay comfortable. you have to tell yourself that you deserve *your desired end result* so you will *make specific change/adjustment.* it’s that simple (again simple doesn’t mean easy).
relationships - if you don’t like the way you’re treated by those in your life, those relationships need to be reevaluated. you can make some trims on your circle, have some honest conversations, or adjust your behaviors (because sometimes, YOU are the problem).
passion and career - in order to feel fulfilled in life, we all need a purpose. discover yours. incorporate your passion into your daily life.
looks - develop your signature and hone in on it. looks are very important to your perception (self and public). check out this guide to help with this part. however you wanna feel is how you should display yourself.
be a dream girl!
you’ve discovered all the facets of creating your dream self and reality. now it’s time to apply what you’ve learned. start showing up in life in the fashion you want to be seen in.
that’s it! the rest is up to you!
- xoxo, dreamgrlarchive 🎀
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003. atsv headcanons ! ★ pre collider jonathon ohnn x reader…
! pt. 2 - post collider hcs. ⁀➷ srcs... masterlist .rules. intro .
| synopsis, ୨♡୧ a little glimpse into your relationship with dr. johnathon ohnn.
★ tags -> gender neutral reader; johnathon ohnn; the spot; fluff; etc...
★ warnings -> cursing; johnathon being a meanie; mentions of trauma & abandonment
★ w.c -> 1,028
| xox, mei! ୨♡୧ -> earlier a centipede got into my room while i was bopping out to hyperpop. it scared me so much that i was able to leverage the fear into energy for writing.
he loves to make you laugh. johnathon’s such a goof compared to other renowned scientists of his age and caliber. really, it’s a breath of fresh air. he knows how to have fun, especially with you. he’ll crack the funniest joke at work only for his coworkers to look at him like: 😐😐😐; so it makes him really happy to know you think he’s funny. you both have so many inside jokes n stories that you’ll cherish forever.
he’s totally the type of person to make jokes whenever he’s nervous or unsure of what to say. he won you over by being silly!
he’ll say the meanest jokes about people you both don’t like, and it’s insanely funny. you think of your johnny as the sweetest boyfriend- but you have to admit, it’s kinda hot when he’s mean.
“if mr.fisk keeps crying about the mets- i’m gonna make sure this collider kills us all,” he grumbled under his breath.
“that annoying photographer visited alchemax again. what was his name…” he feigned innocence. “piper pickle?”
johnathon is such a nerd. it’s adorable how excited he gets about his favorite video games and movies. please indulge in his geeky interests!! he’d love love LOVE to watch some of his favorite sci-fi movies with you. he’ll talk over the entire movie, but it’s still nice to cuddle.
if you don’t know how to play a certain video game of his, he’ll teach you. his voice is so soft n understanding, his breath tickling you while you cuddle. johnathon’s squished to your side, his large hands covering n guiding yours over the controller. and gets so giddy when you win something. all in all, he’s just happy to share something so dear to him with you.
imagine if it turned out one of his favorite characters (crushes cough cough) bore a striking resemblance to you. johnathon is mortified and you’re weirdly flattered (and planning an elaborate cosplay for a surprise.)
his intelligence drives you nuts. it’s INSANELY attractive to you how smart johnathon is. whenever he goes on a tangent about physics or some complicated mathematical concept, you get kind of dizzy listening to him. you don’t mean to, but after a while, you get too distracted by all of him to listen. he’s so passionate, his large hands and long fingers waving about to help emphasize his point. his eyes are sparkling too. his voice got a lot deeper when he (perfectly, by the way) pronounced the word “viscoelasticity” and you’re on cloud 9. this happens whether or not you can understand a word he’s saying. and if you’re not well versed in science, he never talks down to you when rambling. sure, he’s very proud to be a super-genius, but he’d never dream of looking down on other people because of it.
you’re always asking him questions and he fucking loves it. DON’T ASK GOOGLE ABOUT SCIENCE SHIT. if you do he’ll be all pouty n sad.
“hey siri, what is the shape of an electron-”
he looks furious, letting out a scoff. “i’m right here. your smart-ass boyfriend is only a few feet away and you’re asking ol’ googly eyes!”
despite being a busy workaholic, he insists that he’s never too busy for you. if necessary, he’ll make time.
johnathon’s made it his mission to outsmart anyone who impresses you. “i’m not jealous i’m BETTER.”
johnathon adores cuddling you, especially after a stressful day. he just loves you so much that sometimes the only way he can express that to you is by holding you as close as humanly possible. johnathon adores every inch of your being and intends to appreciate every part of it, scars and all. one may expect him to be the big spoon because, well, long man- but it goes either way. sometimes he clutches you like his life depends on it and other times he just needs to bask in your embrace. it makes him feel safe, loved, and on his worst days, invincible.
when in bed, he’ll be running his big hands up and down your sides, rubbing circles into every dent n curve. his hands are hairy, so it’ll tickle a bit, but the way he massages you is nothing short of masterful. he’s so happy that you’re his, so he makes sure to savor you.
johnny loves it when you trace his tattoos. he thinks it’s so cute how much you love them, letting you ‘oooh’ and ‘awww’ as much as your pretty little heart desires.
in the past he absolutely loathed going to alchemax events. being choked by a black tie for a whole ass evening while being forced to mingle with rich assholes is a nightmare for the poor man. but having you come along as his date makes the experience a more positive one. johnathon gets so smug, always delighted to show you off. like yeah, that’s MY s/o. yes they’re gorgeous and taken. by ME. he loves seeing you all dressed up, especially when you’re on his arm.
he’s an introvert, so he gets tired of all the socializing quickly. when that happens, he’ll wander around the venue with you (including places you aren’t allowed to be at-) to get some privacy (and make out.)
speaking of work, he has a picture of you on his desk. he has it placed at an angle so he can see it clearly, but so can anyone who walks in.
johnnys practically screaming: “hey!! look at how beautiful my partner is!!!!”
he calls you baby. he’ll also call you dear, honey, and sweetheart, but baby the most. also counting babe. johnathon has a shit ton more cute nicknames for you and he is NOT afraid to use them.
“g’morning, baby,” he’ll murmur into the crook of your neck, in between sloppy wet kisses on your shoulder.
he passes by you in a rush, but not without pressing a big wet kiss to your check, “hi babe! :)”
“baaaaaabe where did you put the chips?” he can be whiny, especially with you.
“i love you, baby,” he’d tell you softly, cradling your face with his hand. his thumb is rubbing your bottom lip and you’re ready to faint.
#atsv#across the spider verse#across the spiderverse#atsv x reader#johnathon ohnn#johnathon ohnn x reader#the spot#the spot x reader#jonathan ohnn#jonathan ohnn x reader#johnathan ohnn#johnathan ohnn x reader
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Dark!Ransom and innocent reader.
imagine he gets hard again but for the first time he doesn’t hide it. So she notices it and ask him about it. He wants and needs her touch so he acts like he is hurt and needs a special massage.
Ofc she wants to help him and he teaches her how to give a hand job (make it seem like a massage) 🥵
Title: A little help
Dark!Best friend!Ransom Drysdale x naive!innocent!reader
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
WARNING - The following fic contains: Explicit smut/DUB-CON, power imbalance, abuse of innocence, childhood best friends AU, manipulation, soft!dark!Ransom, possessive/obsessive!Ransom, mentions of virginity, virginity kink, oral sex (M receiving), dirty talk, dirty thoughts, slight degradation, praising, use of petname (missy, darling), Ransom is a pervert.
Summary: Ransom decides to use his best friend’s naivety and innocence when he can’t hold himself back from desiring her anymore.
3rd person POV
For the longest time Ransom can remember, he has always had a major crush on his childhood best friend, - Y/N L/N. He had managed to suppress it for the longest time, - through primary school, middle school, high school and currently college - the last being the brink of breaking his resolution.
His heart couldn’t take it anymore witnessing his darling gaining more male attention as years went by. She would be approached by guys sometimes here and there, but Ransom always successfully managed to scare them away with his death glare alone. He had loved her since before she flourished into the beautiful lady she had become, and he didn’t think anyone would ever deserve loving only a piece of something that goes beyond her as a person.
He is the only one to know her to the fullest, he had told himself. He was there from when they were kids, playing house in the backyard, to when they finally graduated high school and he took her first kiss accidentally while they were drunk in his newly bought beemer, - his graduation present.
He wasn’t drunk though.
They had shared sweet moments that could never compare to anything she could possibly share with another potential partner, and that was why he had decided he would try winning her heart beyond their hard bonded friendship. To try breaking their friendship in a way that works in both favors.
He wants her feel those tingles whenever she saw him instead of the usual pure excitement. He wants her to want him as much as he wants her.
One time on a nice Friday evening when she was at his apartment for a movie night, he decided to walk around with his sweater off, - his excuse being that he was feeling ‘too hot’. No knowledge to her, it was all about teasing and attracting her to him.
He wanted to know if his body could awake subtle reactions from her, and to his delight it did. In the corner of Ransom’s eye, while he settled down on the couch beside her again, he could see her widened eyes wandering, with her thighs subconsciously rubbing against each other. He smirked, pretending he was finding something amusing on the TV screen, but in his head he had confirmed something.
She is sexually attracted to me.
I have a chance.
After a brief silence between the two, he had wanted to break it, but Y/N beat him to it.
“Ransom…” she murmured his name, audibly enough to catch his attention, though it had never left her anyway. He turned his head, curious to hear what she had to say.
Her eyes wandered a bit once more with furrowed eyebrows, as if she was dealing with conflicting thoughts or trying to find the right words.
“I just realized…you’ve grown to be a very pretty man, you know that right?”
Ransom was left with his lips parted, surprised to be hearing that of all the things she could have said.
But actually no. He wasn’t too surprised, - far from it the more he rethought it.
Because she was not like any other girl he had hooked up with previously when he had tried to suppress his feelings for his best friend. She was not like the ones who would call him smoking hot and sexy whenever he stripped in front of them and was ready to have them make his dick wet.
No, she was far too pure for that.
‘Pretty man’, - so innocent and simple. That was enough for him to know he had to make her become his. He had always fantasized about it, but now it was a matter of making it a reality.
The thought of letting her go to someone else - to have someone else take her innocence to their self pleasure made him see red. Ransom could not allow that. He could never bear it.
Ransom thanked her for the compliment and excused himself after as he felt he was growing hard, his large bulge becoming visible through his pants. He had to wank one off in the bathroom as he had his thoughts surrounded of her. Imagining his cock between those plump lips of hers was enough to make him cum so quickly.
“Fuck, Y/N…my darling….” he muttered her name, adding her petname through a moan as he was cumming and wasting his load into the toilet water.
Ransom had to reassure himself that one day he would not waste it, - that it would instead be all for her to drink and be stuffed full of. He was looking forward to when that time would come.
Time passed by quickly and it was another Friday movie night, this time at hers.
Her place of which if anything were to go wrong, she would have nowhere to go.
They were getting into one of Y/N’s favorites, - ‘Titanic’. Ransom decided he would put his perverted plan of the night in action again halfway through the movie, though this one was beyond simply exposing his chest.
Ransom made himself think of the dirtiest things, - how it would be to have a taste of her with her thighs spread wide open as he ravaged her. How it would be to slip his fingers into her cute, slippery wet cunt as he witnessed her face fall apart from pleasure. How it would be if she put his hands on him, - oh, how he was craving her touch so bad.
His grin turned wicked when he felt himself growing hard under his pants. He spread his legs wider, practically displaying his boner as he pulled an uncomfortable frown and groaned. His knee bumped into Y/N’s, which was when she looked down unbothered only to notice his massive tent, almost poking out through his trousers.
Her eyes widened with surprise, leaving her speechless when Ransom had caught her looking. “Uh, Ransom…you’re…um…”
Ransom’s eyes trailed down to where Y/N was firmly staring at and shrugged casually, “Oh yeah, it’s been bugging me all day. Been hard and it fucking hurts…”
“Hurts?” She asked, her tone of worry now, and Ransom swore he could have busted a nut with how her doe eyes were staring at him with her lips parted.
“Yeah, darling…it hurts cause my dick’s hard as a rock and I’m not able to relieve myself…it strains me and because of that I’m in pain.” Ransom almost whined, his eyebrows knitted as if sharing this piece of experience was painful in itself. He palmed his bulge, letting out a frustrated sigh.
“Oh…” Y/N responded, bewildered and a bit embarrassed she hadn’t known of this. “That sounds terrible…maybe we should call a doctor?”
“Missy, the doctor’s not going to be able to help me with this at 09:30 PM…” Ransom said in midst of laughing. “It’s not how it works anyway…I need something that can…stimulate me,…you know, like a massage. But my own hand doesn’t work. It’s like how it doesn’t feel as good to scratch your own back as when somebody else does it for you. It just feels better and makes me loosen up...” Ransom explained carefully.
There was a brief silence where Y/N was biting her lip as if she was thinking thoroughly about what to say next. It didn’t take long until she met his gaze again.
“Do you…want me to help you, Ran? I can give you a massage if you need it…”
And he had her exactly where he wanted her.
His face lit up innocently, but it was all pretend. “You’d really do that for me, darling?”
“Yes, I don’t want you to hurt anymore…- but I don’t know how to help without it being weird between us….it would be out of place if we were to…you know…do ‘inappropriate things’…no?”
Ransom was aware Y/N knew what sex was. Everyone had went through sex eduction after all. However, to his advantage she had no clue about male anatomy. He could say his cum is a good recourse of protein and she would probably believe it. But while it was tempting to convince her to have her use her mouth this evening, he knew for her sake that it would be best to take it slow.
“It won’t be weird, missy…it’s just a ‘special massage’, nothing else…- what, were you thinking of sex? Is that where your head’s at?”
“No! No, no, no, I-I just…I didn’t think…” she was stumbling with her words at this point, her cheeks flushed as she looked to the side while Ransom began to unzip his pants.
“Hm, your mind is dirtier than I thought. Helping your best friend feel better from being uncomfortable isn’t sex. You’re a dumb baby for assuming that’s how it works.”
Y/N’s face scrunched, growing more embarrassed as Ransom taunted her innocence. “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t know…” she then inched closer to him, ready to give him a helping hand like she always do.
Ransom swore he could feel his heart skip a few beats as his eyes followed her hand, reaching out for his cock. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but then again Ransom always got what he wanted.
He could sense Y/N’s hesitance as she placed her hand beneath his cock, on his pants. He snickered while reaching for her shoulder to pat with reassurance.
“Go on, don’t be shy…” Ransom purred as he rested his arms on the sofa cushions. “I trust you. Don’t you trust me, missy?”
She looked up at him once again, nodding with a timid smile before her fingertips reached over to wrap around his shaft, making him groan.
“That’s it…grab firmly around the base and keep motioning it up and down to the tip..” he instructed, his breathing already turning irregular with each stroke Y/N did. Her hand was so soft, and what made him feel all the more aroused was facing with the fact that it was hers. Her delicate hand working on his cock, something he has dreamed of for so long.
“Am I doing a good job, Ran? Is the pain going away?” Y/N asked innocently, her face with complete concentration on doing her given task.
“You’re doing amazing, darling…fuck, you’re making me feel so good too. Such a good girl you are..” he rasped his praise to her. Ransom’s eyes were clouded with lust as he stared back at her. He took a quick peek at her breasts, which with her current crouched position were being squished together, defining their round forms better. He let out a sharp gasp for air as he shut his eyes again, concentrating on not cumming too quick.
“Fuck, if you could just…fondle my balls with your other hand, - the pain will go away faster…”
Y/N immediately followed through with his next demand, cupping his heavy balls while she stroked his length, pre-cum dripping heavily.
Y/N’s breathing was growing shallow, her face flushed as her eyes didn’t stop staring down his cock with fascination. How big and veiny he was. She was practically drooling at the sight as it throbbed for each thrust, pulsing for more.
She had denied being a virgin once when Ransom had asked about it, but with the way she was looking at his cock, he could tell she probably still was but was too embarrassed to admit it back then.
He preferred thinking of it that way anyway. He should be the first to enter her little cute pussy when the time was right after all. Only him.
“Go faster, darling…ngh I’m so close…so close to feeling better.” Ransom moaned while gripping the sofa cushions. Y/N bit her lip at his response and eagerly used both of her hands to stroke him faster.
It was too much for him. He had craved her touch for so long, and now that he was getting his craving, he was becoming overwhelmed. With her, he had turned into a horny teenager again. It couldn’t be helped.
Ransom threw his head back as he announced his climax, “Fuck! Shit! M’gonna…!” and with that, his cum spurted out while his hips rocked upwards, the substance mostly splattering on Y/N’s hand making her yelp in surprise. His cock became glazed with his load, making it look even more tasty for Y/N.
Y/N didn’t know why she was feeling so needy and hot by the sight of it. She only knew it felt good.
She witnessed his cock softening, and to that she was convinced she had successfully helped her best friend make ‘his pain’ go away. She looked at him in the eye, hoping he could confirm.
When his breathing became regular again, he raised his head up again to look at her and smiled proudly.
Ransom quickly tucked his cock back in his pants and wiped her hand from the spurts that had got her with the use of a napkin as he gave her a kiss on her cheek, before pulling her into his embrace, “Mmh, my dear best friend…you did such a good job of making my pain go away. I can always count on you.”
They stopped paying much attention to the movie playing in front of them as they cuddled, and Ransom was already planning in his head for next week’s movie night. He couldn’t wait.
A/N: Thank you anon for sparking me with some inspiration! This was very enjoyable to write!
Hearts & Reblogs are always appreciated! <3
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Hear me out, 141 boys x southern/cowboy male reader, he wears the his hat and/or boots round base cause it reminds him of home
I can imagine Soap toying with him and making Wild West jokes and the like
Maybe even a reference to the “you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy”?
I'm listening loud and clear my friend! I love anything about southern people and their culture and all that jazz. SO I hope you like this!
And only Soap and Price IM SORRY! Its just that i'm in the hospital trying to get my shit together and physically I can't handle writing too much. But I will add more characters
141 Boys x Cowboy reader.
Soap!_________________________________________________________
🤍 "What's with the hat?" Soap asks looking at Y/n while he takes down an enemy. "What 'ch ya mean?" Y/n answers already knowing where this is leading. "The cowboy hat. Really? In the middle of battle."
🤍 BURST OUT LAUGHING WHEN HE HEARD YOUR ACCENT (But he literally can't be talking.)
🤍 He likes to mimic your accent.
🤍 "It's hot today in'it?" Y/n says sitting down on next to Soap in the base. "The hell did you say?" Soap asks whipping his head towards you.
🤍 BOY dies trying to understand you sometimes BUT always makes an effort to understand you.
🤍 When he first saw you wear a cowboy hat he almost fainted. He was weak in the knees when he saw it.
🤍 When it's Halloween he'll dress up as a thief/ outlaw and you be the sheriff. Both of you acting like the role. Next time he'll want to be a cowgirl while your the cowboy.
🤍 Loves it when you give him a cheesy nickname it doesn't even matter how strange it is to "Hey huckleberry." even to "Hi my horseshoe."
🤍 IF you can ride a horse he'll just go feral about it. Begs you to teach him how to ride or at least let him sit on the horse with you.
🤍 Steals your boots all the time. Like he does it so much and so often it's basically his boots as well.
🤍"I thin'ak you're in the wrong part of town." Soap says in his annoying fake southern accent whenever you go in the wrong direction or something.
🤍 "So...You live on a ranch or what? Or you live on a farm y'know with the animals and all that." "I told you millions of times. I live in a ranch over here, but I got me a farm in Texas." Y/n answers with a groan.
🤍 "Am I your stallion?" Soap asks after millions of things about southern states and their slang. "You? my stallion? Darling have you been searchin up southern things again."
🤍 He melts when you call him any nickname in your accent. Like knees weak. Even if it's an insult he wouldn't even care tbh.
🤍 Takes your hat almost everyday. Wear it around the base and run or hide when he sees yo
🤍 Downright submissive when you whisper anything to him with your accent.
Soap walking around the base suddenly stopped by a pair of arms wrapping around his waist holding him in a tight grip. "Did you know...You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy?" You whisper in his ear after sneaking up on him. Soap squirms in his arms. "C'mon since you always wearin my hat, how bout I show you the consequences."
Price!_________________________________________________________
💚 Understand the struggles of having an hard accent to understand.
💚 He tries his best to teach the team about your accent and the words you say to help them understand you.
💚 Likes to listen to your rambling or stories just to hear your accent sometimes. It makes him feel so calmed and at peace.
💚 You make him chuckle every time you give him a weird southern nickname. "Captain honeybee?" "Yes L/n?"
💚 Likes to compare accents with you and the others. Like one big group of men just swapping words in their accent or language.
💚 MAKES Asks you to read things for him.
💚 He loves the fact that your country.
💚 Likes to watch you from the far when your wearing your boots and hat he loves them so much and he thinks you look great with them.
💚 If you have a thick accent he will help you try to lose it even though hes struggling with his own.
💚 Quick to give you comfort when ever you miss home or something.
💚 Once a moth both of you go on a trip back to the country and y'all stay at a farm taking care of all the barn animals together. His favorite animal is probably the goats.
💚 Wears your cowboy hat when he thinks your not looking.
You give him your hat, watching him put it on his head. Price looks at you suspiciously when he sees your smug smirk. "You wear that hat, you ride the cowboy." Price stares at you wide eyed and a bit caught off guard.
THE END?? GONNA ADD MORE BOYS SOON!
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Enemies To Lovers » Bucky Barnes (AU)
December 10th
Pairings: College Student!Bucky Barnes x College Student!Reader
Summary: While Y/N’s friends go out to have fun, she goes to the library to study for an upcoming exam, but a certain guy named Bucky Barnes ruins her quietness which turns into something she never expect.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, language, insults, arguing, slapping (once), kissing, pet names for Y/N (baby), pet names for Bucky (babe)
Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for coming up with this idea!❤️💚
Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
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Most college students like your friends go out and have fun on Friday nights, but not you. Your friends try to talk you into going out with them, but you turned them down to study for an exam. You have a hot chocolate and made your way to the library which wasn’t too far from your dorm building. When you walked inside of the library, you spotted an open table by the window. You went over to the table and set your things down and took a seat. You looked out the window and watched the snow for a moment, smiling to yourself. Then you took your laptop and notebook out of your backpack and began studying. It was nice and quiet. Well, it was until someone you’re not too fond of walked in the library. His name is Bucky Barnes. You tried to not let the thought of him bother you and continue to study. Bucky looked around the library and seen you.
“Don’t you have a social life?” Bucky asks, taking a seat next to you.
“I was about to ask you the same question.” You say, not looking away from your laptop.
Bucky turned your laptop towards him to see what you’re reading.
“What’re you working on?” He asks.
“Unlike you, I study for exams.” You turned your laptop back towards you. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have work to do. Why don’t you run along and do something stupid?” You say, shooing him away with your hand.
Bucky chuckles and leans back in the chair. He seen your cup of hot chocolate on the table and reached for it.
“What’s this?” He asks.
“Hot chocolate.” You say.
You reached for it, but Bucky pulled his arm further away.
“Don’t be greedy, Y/N. Didn’t your parents teach you how to share?” He says, taking a sip of it.
“Yes they did, but not with annoying people like you.” You say.
“Excuse me?” Bucky set your hot chocolate down. “What did you just call me?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at you.
“I called you annoying. Do I need to spell it out for you? A-N-N-O-Y—” You were interrupted.
“I know how to fucking spell! I’m not stupid!” He says, raising his voice.
“Then you should be smart enough and leaving me the fuck alone!” You say, raising your voice too.
Bucky opened his mouth to say something, but the librarian came over to the table.
“Miss. Y/L/N, Mr. Barnes, I’m going to have to ask you to be quiet.” She says.
“Sorry, ma’am. We’ll be quiet. Right, Bucky?” You say, looking at Bucky.
“That’s right, ma’am.” Bucky confirms.
She looked at the two of you for a moment before walking away. You went back to studying while Bucky continued to annoy you by asking you stupid questions or tapping his hands on the table.
“You’re worse than my 5 year old niece.” You say.
“Are you comparing me to a child?” Bucky asks.
“Yes I actually am! You’re acting like one by asking me the stupidest questions you can think of and tapping your hands on the table!” You say, raising your voice again.
“Like you’re not annoying?” He scoffs. “I have to sit next to you in History and hear you tap your pen against your notebook 24/7!” He almost shouts.
“No one told you to sit next to me, Bucky!” You say loudly.
“Y/L/N, Barnes!” The librarian warns.
“Sorry, ma’am. I’ll leave.” You say.
You packed up your things up and walked away.
“Don’t forget your hot chocolate!” Bucky says.
“Keep it! I don’t want it after your mouth has been on it! I don’t want to catch whatever you have!” You say.
You walked out of the library, making your way to your dorm when you felt a hand on your upper arm. You automatically knew it was Bucky. You yanked your arm out of his grasp and turned around, smacking him across his face, hard enough to make his head turn.
“Put your hands on me again and I’ll kick you where the sun don’t shine!” You say.
You continued your walk to your dorm, but you were stopped when Bucky walked in front of you and stopped causing you to walk into him.
“What the hell do you want from me?!” You asked, shouting.
“What’s your problem with me?” Bucky questions. “I did nothing to you to get you to hate me. Can’t you see that I’m in love with you?!” He says.
Your eyes widened. “Did Bucky just say that he’s in love with me?” You thought to yourself.
“What did you just say?” You asked, making sure you heard him right.
“I said I’m in love with you.” He repeats. “I have been for a while. I can’t stop thinking about you. I stay up most nights thinking about you. You’re on my mind 24/7.” He confesses. “Clearly you don’t feel the same way about me. It’s obvious that you hate me.” He says.
You stood there speechless. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know Bucky felt this way about you. The truth to be told, you feel the same way about him.
“I don’t hate you.” You say quietly.
“What? I can’t hear you. You need to speak up.” He says.
“I don’t hate you!” You repeated loudly. “I’m in love with you too! Sometimes I get distracted by how much I love you that I can’t focus! Sometimes I can’t sleep, because you’re on my mind! I also think about what it would be like to be yours!” You say.
Bucky cupped your cheeks and placed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately. You were caught by surprise, but kissed him back. You placed your hands on the back of his head, running your fingers through his soft hair. Snow fell on the two of you as you guys kissed, setting a romantic scene. It felt like everything around you guys was in slow motion. It felt like sparks were flying.
“I’m sorry.” Bucky says against your lips.
“I’m sorry too.” You say.
One of Bucky’s hands moved to your waist and pulled your body against his. Bucky slowly pulled away, looking into your eyes.
“Do you want to be mine forever?” He asks.
“I thought you’d never ask.” You say with a smile.
Bucky smiles and kisses you again.
“Can I buy you a new hot chocolate?” He asks.
“Yes please.” You say with a giggle.
Bucky took your hand in his and you two walked to the campus coffee shop.
“Consider this as an I’m sorry for the way I treated you.” Bucky says, handing you your hot chocolate.
“Consider this as a thank you for the hot chocolate.” You say, kissing his lips making him smile.
“I love you, baby.” Bucky says softly against your lips.
“I love you too, babe.” You smiled against his lips.
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-Bucky’s Doll
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Can i request a melissa schementti x reader
Everyone is at the teacher conference and there's a party late at night. Melissa got invited and she saw reader at the bar getting hit on by an addington person and r (reader) looked uncomfortable but they were also laughing melissa couldn't decide whether to watch herself burn in jealousy or should she swoop in and save you. after you started looking very obviously uncomfy, melissa comes to you and gets very touchy with you, the addington teacher awkwardly backs off from the convo and melissa drags reader out of the party to makeout (this can have and not have smut, anything works!)
are you mine?
pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader
summary: request above!
warnings: r gets aggressively flirted with, protective melissa, alcohol consumption, suggestive themes but no nsfw, making out
note: this is so much longer than i originally planned it to be but my middle name is detailed /j
your forehead rested on the table while janine and jacob ranted about all their plans for pecsa. as their excitement grew louder, you began lightly hitting your head against the wood of the table. after the third hit against the table, a hand came between you and the table, making you pause before registering it as melissa’s, before just laying your head in her hand.
“i’ll pay you money to make them stop,” you grumbled. melissa laughed, lifting her hand and your head with it.
“they’re excited. spring chickens like them always live for pecsa,” barbara says as she stirs the sugar into her coffee. she gestures between her and melissa with the spoon, “we make use the bar and the hot tub, only useful thing there after thirty years of teaching.”
melissa nods heavily in agreement, “and the continental breakfast.” her clear excitement about the breakfast alone makes you smile, easing the tough morning from a lack of sleep.
jacob leans over you, “please tell me you’re driving with me and janine, please.”
you turn to face him with a sarcastically large smile, “will you play your podcasts?”
“of course,” jacob says with an excited tone.
matching his excitement, you shake your head, “no!” melissa and barbara snort, poorly covering their laughs. “i will be gladly driving, and rooming, alone,” you say with a gentle pat to jacob’s shoulder.
the middle of the day rolls around, and you and melissa have lunch duty together. you mostly just chat with one another while you watch over the kids, sharing a bag of apple slices from the fruit and vegetable cart.
“you sure you don’t wanna drive to the hotel with me and barb? we got room, plus we gotta plan,” melissa says through a bite of apple.
“plan for- elias please get the carrot out of your nose- plan for what?” you asked.
she looks at your incredulously, “plan for pecsa weekend, sweetheart. hot tub, pool, drinks, repeat. those plans.”
the pet name almost knocked the wind out of you, she said it with such ease. her green eyes looked into yours as she said it, called you sweetheart. you blink a couple times in an attempt to clear your mind to answer, “uh, yeah, yeah. sure. should i meet you or are y’all just picking me up?”
“i’ll pick you up, don’t worry about it,” she says with a look in her eyes you can’t quite decipher. you don’t get enough time to even try before her teacher senses kicked in and she yells across the room, “kamal don’t even think about throwing that yogurt!”
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packing for one weekend isn’t hard, right? right? your sanity was fleeting as you tried to choose between two different pairs of black pants, holding up your button up to compare it between the two. this shouldn’t be hard. before you can start tearing your hair out, there’s a knock at your door. you open the door to see melissa, who lets herself in.
“how did you get in the building?” you asked as you started walking back down to your room, she hadn’t pressed your buzzer.
she answers as she follows you, “just pressed a bunch of buttons until i heard it unlock.”
“why’d i even ask?” you laugh. you stare at the pants again, hoping melissa’s presence could spark a decision.
melissa can see in your rigid posture, and thumbnail in your mouth being chewed on, that you’re frustrated. she perches her chin on your shoulder, looking at your choices. they’re almost identical, except one is straight-legged and the other is tapered at the ankle. she doesn’t quite understand why it’s stressing you out so much, but she doesn’t question it. the hand not resting on your arm points to the straight-legged ones.
she hears you hum in agreement, leaning just barely away from her hold to pick up and fold the pants, placing them in the bag next to you on the bed. she pulls away from you to let you roam about the room and get the rest of your things. she takes note that you’re a very organized packer, everything had a place and an order. she smiled when you gave yourself a thumbs up when you zipped your bag.
the drive to pick up barbara was short, but you both spoke the whole way through. you decided by the fourth stop sign that melissa’s laugh was the best sound you’d ever heard.
the rest the of drive, you stayed pretty quiet. you mostly listened to melissa and barbara talk, their banter was your favorite reality show. curled up in the passenger seat facing melissa, you could easily talk to and hear both her and barbara. you especially enjoyed the uninterrupted view of melissa as she drove, sunlight tracing her green eyes and pink lips.
at every red light, melissa made it a point to look at you, but each time you were already looking.
—
the pecsa party was definitely much more crazy this year. the rise in legendary charter schools meant a rise in their ‘teachers,’ as melissa often liked to put in air quotes. after the first round of math-aritas, you’d lost sight of gregory and janine, jacob never having shown up to the party in the first place. after another round of, tequila had to be taken out of the equation for your own sake (and memory).
“okay, i’m getting an appletini, you want another drink?” you say to melissa, eyeing her nearly empty glass. she nods, her eyes staying on you as you ask barbara, “another math-arita?”
“oooo, yes. make sure they actually do a sugar rim this time,” she replies.
you turn back to melissa, “vodka cran?”
she smiles, “you reading my mind?”
“i wish,” you answer as you get up to to walk to the bar. you miss the soft, wondering look on melissa’s face, but her eyes never leave you.
“wipe the drool off your chin, schemmenti,” barbara teases from beside her. melissa only gives her a look that says the fuck you for her. she doesn’t fight it other than that, she knows how she looks at you. the pine colored satin shirt did not help, nor did the top few buttons being undone, or the rolled up sleeves. sometimes she felt like her eyes were made to look at you.
—
weaving your way to the bar seemed like an incredibly difficult task with the liquor in your system, but you prevailed. with your three drinks ordered, all you had to do was wait. you sit at the bar with your back against the counter, scrolling through your phone as you waited.
“hey,” a deep voice says. you look up and are greeted with the sight of a guy your age with dark eyes and tan skin. his name tag gives away his addington allegiance.
“hi,” you say dismissively.
he sticks his hand out with confidence, “andreas, addington charter.”
you don’t shake his hand, instead crossing your arms, “not interested, abbott elementary.”
you spin in your seat to face the bar, pointedly ignoring him. your efforts prove fruitless when he slides up next to you, “so you’re just gonna ignore me? that’s not very nice, sweetheart.”
“never said i was nice. and don’t call me sweetheart,” you snap. only one person in the world could call you that, and it wasn’t the personification of axe body spray next to you. you turn your seat again, attempting to get away from him. his hand stops the seat, turning you back towards him with a white knuckle grip.
“come on, don’t be like that. i’m just trynna talk to you,” he says with a sweet voice, but the look in his eyes and his hand crawling to your thigh tell you otherwise.
“and i’m just trying to get drinks for my friends, not talk to high school dropouts,” you say, your own vice grip on the counter. his arm caged you to the bar and his grip on your leg made it impossible to escape.
the nerves coursing through your veins come to a halt when a familiar touch across your shoulders. soft lips with sticky gloss press against your temple with a mumbled, “go with it.”
your face turns to see melissa with a stone cold look on her face, quite the opposite of her gentle touch. she does a once over of andreas before deciding he wasn’t worth her time. her attention falls back to you, face relaxed and eyes focused on you entirely.
“hi,” you say softly, unable to take your eyes away from hers.
“hey, sweetheart,” her eyes flicker to the hand gripping your seat, “who’s your friend?” you can feel the anger and sarcasm dripping in her words even with the smile on her face.
“lady, do you mind?” andreas says, gesturing between you and him. melissa’s arm around your shoulder pulls you in tighter despite his hand still on the seat. your arm wraps around her waist, hand caressing her waist.
“i do, i mind you touching what’s mine,” melissa practically growls, her free hand practically ripping his off of you.
andreas laughs heartily, “yours? like you could get that.”
“that is sitting right here,” you huff, leaning more into melissa. her hand slides from your shoulder to the back of your neck, thumb gently grazing the hairs at the base of your neck. you turn to look up at her, god how easy she could just lean down and press her lips to yours.
“she serious?” andreas asks you.
“clearly, dipshit,” you answer with a dry tone. your next words fall out on their own accord, “been hers since the day i met her.” you make it a point to keep your focus on him instead of melissa, afraid she might see the truth of your words in your eyes.
he sits up more, defensive in body language and tone, “i thought we were gonna have a good time tonight.”
“we will,” melissa says as the bartender places your drinks on the counter, “but you have fun with your socks and lotion.” she hands you your drink, then grabs hers and barbara’s and begins to walk away.
barbara is so excited about her drink, she hardly noticed the prolonged absence. the three of you sip on your drinks, though you’re about a half-step from downing yours in one go. melissa’s eyes watch you, paying attention to the nervous tapping on your fingers on the stem of the glass, the way your eyes flick around as you think.
“be back in a few minutes barb,” she says as she hoists you up by your arm. melissa pulls you off to the side, away from the crowd of people. she’s so close to you that her perfume fills your senses, making it hard to listen to her.
“you okay?” she asks, eyes scanning over you with worry.
you nod despite it making you dizzy as the action mixes with the alcohol, “yeah, yeah. thank you.” melissa’s words from earlier are the only things playing through your head as you speak. the possessive nature she so easily took on, referring to you as hers.
“then why are you all… not here?” she asks. you internally curse her for being able to read you so well.
“it’s nothing, i promise. let’s just go back,” you try to pull away, but her gentle hand holds yours.
“what is it?” she insists, but there’s an underlying concern written on her face.
you watch her eyes flick between yours, like she’s trying to pulling the words from you. she’s so close, her breath fanning across your lips, her fingers laced with yours. her beauty was so beyond you, utterly infinite. you settle with your heart instead of your mind, finally muttering, “i meant it.”
she tilts her head down to meet your fallen gaze, “meant what, sweetheart?” god, there is was again.
“what i said,” it’s hardly an answer, she deserves a better answer.
she’s silent for a second, you know she’s playing the interaction back in her mind. your heartbeat skips when she cups your face, forcing you to stare into olive seas.
“about you being mine?” she asks quietly. for the first time in the five years you’d known her, she’s never been so timid.
all you can muster is a nod, scared of what you may say. you don’t have time to ponder much before her lips press against yours, then quickly pulling away. she doesn’t make it far when your hands come up to her wrists to pull her back in. your kiss is stronger than hers was, but she’s quick to give you everything she has.
your back hits the wall behind you, giving melissa more freedom to press herself into you, hands sliding from your face to your hips. you take this chance to cup her cheeks, pulling her as close as you could, needing her there. her tongue traces your bottom lip, asking for invitation only to be accepted without thought. her hands, her lips, her tongue, she was quickly becoming an addiction.
melissa thought she may be dreaming, but your hand shifting into her hair makes her change her mind. if this wasn’t real, she didn’t want to wake up. she desperately needed air but that way your tongue moved against hers was just too good to give up. almost thankfully, your lips left hers, only to pull her closer so you could duck into her neck, kissing her neck a few times before pulling away.
your forehead rested against hers, not wanting to leave this moment. her hands had found their way underneath your shirt, fingers dancing across the skin of your torso, her rings cold against your warm skin. footsteps coming closer break the peace that had settled between you two.
melissa’s head pokes out, and with one look, the steps recede back again. all she says in explanation is, “fucking idiot.” when she turns back, you’re already looking, as always.
the lust-dazed look on your face sends a fire through her veins. the image of you blurs around the edges, and she has to give into the fact the drinks were strong and as much as she craved you, you were both drunk. your eyes indicate that you’re having the same thought process, but your fingers in her hair tell her that you’re not willing to be far from her. and god, the feeling was incredibly mutual.
“you still rooming alone?” melissa asks blissfully.
you nod, “big ass bed, big ass tv.” melissa smiles and pulls you close to her side as she leads you to the elevators.
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hard morning sunlight plunged into your eyes, waking you from a deep slumber. a groan behind you alerts you to the presence in your bed, the soft movement of a hand across your ribs brings memories of the night before back to you. though you and melissa didn’t have sex, the night was spent with the tv playing quietly as you touched, kissed, and traced the curves of her body. you could still feel her lips trailing down your chest, nipping and sucking on sensitive skin.
the reminder of the drinks came the second you tried to turn and face melissa. a sharp headache ripped through you, making you whine and bury your face in the pillow.
“check out’s at ten,” melissa rasps.
you turn to her despite the pain in your head, leaning into her touch and mumbling, “what time’s it now?”
“nine. i gotta head back to my room and shower and change,” you can feel the reluctance in her tone.
“and check on barb,” you chuckle, “three math-aritas might’ve incriminated her for all we know.”
melissa chuckles, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, “i’ll meet you downstairs?”
“yeah,” you mumble as you press your lips to hers, needing as much as you can get before she leaves.
it doesn’t occur to you that melissa didn’t have a change of clothes in your room last night until she rose up only wearing your sleep shirt and panties. your mind stalls as your eyes stay glued to her, completely taken aback by the sight as she changes into her dress from last night. she notices your trance and smirks, lifting your face with a finger below your chin. she admired you before pressing a light kiss to your lips.
“bye,” she mumbles before heading out, you just stare as she leaves. you’re left staring at the door for a moment, racking your brain to find what you did to deserve her. please don’t let this be a dream.
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