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usedtobecooler · 2 years

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two for the price of one | steddie x fem!reader

Pairing | Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), unprotected piv sex, squirting, cunnilingus, ball sucking, reverse cowgirl, dirty talk, rough sex, aftercare, tiny bit of sweetness.

Word Count | 1.3k

A/N | i have no excuse for this other than i had a dream and i took it and ran lmao. enjoy!!

Your senses are filled with Steve Harrington. Unable to form coherent thoughts or words, his cock buried so deep in you that you swear you can feel him in your throat. You're gasping for breath, hazy eyes on Eddie as he swipes fingers along your entrance, a vicious grin on his face as he watches you turn into a mess.

"Holy shit, baby girl. Your cunt is so tight, fuck," Steve's moaning, his large hand clasped around your wrists held tightly behind your back, fucking up into you from below at a harsh pace.

You'd gone limp in Steve's hold a while ago, leaning back against him and letting him do the work, watching as his thick cock slid in and out of your fucked, sopping wet, abused cunt.

"Told you she had the best pussy," Eddie grins up at Steve from where he's situated between your thighs, the tips of two of his fingers teasing at your hole, threatening to breach and slide in alongside Steve's cock. You exhale a shaky breath, clenching around Steve at Eddie's words and eliciting a moan from him in return.

Steve's pubic bone claps against your ass at a brutal force, creating a deliciously wet sound that fills the air. Eddie can't stop looking at where your body meets Steve's, the way your cunt stretches perfectly the same as it does for him. The way your creamy wetness leaves rings around the base of Steve's cock, dripping down his balls. He ruts down against the mattress, aching for release.

"Don't cum in her, that's reserved for me only," Eddie reminds Steve, noticing his demeanor is starting to falter, his pace becoming sloppier as you grow impossibly wetter. You feel your belly starting to coil up, the mushroom head of Steve's fat cock pressing into your spongey spot perfectly, Eddie's thumb swiping over your clit helping you along.

"M'gonna, uhuhuh-" You thrash about in Steve's hold, unable to get away with how vice-like his grip is on your wrists, and you cum - squirting deliciously, the force enough to have Steve's cock slipping out of you momentarily. You soak Eddie's face, much to his delight, the remnants dripping down Steve's balls and soiling the sheets beneath.

"What the fuck?" Steve's baffled, releasing your wrists so he can shover a hand down between your bodies and slide his cock back inside, a dirty moan escaping him at the feeling of just how wet you were now, "You never told me she could - oh fuck, so good baby girl - do that, Munson."

"You're so filthy, sweetheart. All of this squirt for us? How cute." Eddie beams, ignoring Steve completely, shoving himself face first into the mess and licking up the remnants of your squirt from your sopping wet cunt. You positively squeal, unable to handle the stimulation of Steve's large cock alongside Eddie's sinful mouth.

The flat of Eddie's tongue glides up and down your clit with fervor, desperate to collect your juices and taste them, his moans vibrating through your whole body. You can feel Steve in your guts, impossibly deep as he pounds into you, soft grunts escaping him as his hands roam your upper body - he grabs onto anything he can. Your supple tits, your love handles, the pudge of your belly. He does all the work as you lay there in tears, unable to do anything but cry out as tears spill down your cheeks, gripping onto his thick thighs for purchase.

Eddie, ever the menace to society, begins ghosting his mouth down to your entrance, sliding wetly around the rim and breaching slightly, snug against Steve's cock as your cunt gives way to him. You and Steve both let out simultaneous moans, your pussy tightening around them at the feeling.

His tongue slides from you and you whine at the loss, fresh tears pricking your eyes. Steve's grip on your body tightens, a string of curses leaving his raw, bitten lips as Eddie licks around the base of his shaft, down his balls and sucking one into his mouth.

This - this wasn't the plan. But Steve's balls looked lonely and left out, drenched in your squirt and begging to be sucked clean. And who was Eddie to deny Steve such a pleasure?

"Jesus, fuck, m'sorry I'm gonna cum," Steve's voice is strained, his big hands gripping onto your waist brutally as you flop around on top of him, his cock abusing your cervix with every rough thrust and you don't do anything to stop him, willing to let his seed spill inside of your overworked cunt.

Until Eddie's hands wrap under your thighs and hoist you off of Steve's cock just in time, it pulses as he cums all over your pussy lips, painting them a pretty white. Steve's positively heaving, struggling to suck in a breath as the thick ropes just keep coming. You look down in awe, Eddie's own expression probably not much different to your own.

Eddie sits up on his knees, unable to hold back any longer as he grabs his untouched cock by the base, shuffling forward to smear the angry, purple tip along the mess before he's sinking inside of you, a ragged moan punching its way out of his gut as your cunt allows him entrance with no resistance.

Your tummy coils up again impossibly fast, Eddie's cock knowing where to press at you and his pace matching Steve's previous brutal one. You know what Eddie is trying to do, and it's working, the blooming deep heat in your belly a telltale sign.

Steve helps hold your legs open with his large hands, his mouth ghosting along the shell of your ear, "C'mon, sweet thing. You can do it again for us, yeah? Just one more time we promise."

Eddie looks at Steve over your shoulder, his mouth hung open in a deep moan as he watches you both - fucked out, soaking wet with sweat, flushed from your heads to your chests. His cock kicks up in you, he's not going to last much longer.

"Eddie, Steve, I - fuck," You're wailing, crying as your tummy winds tighter and you cum again, squirting all over Eddie's cock and drenching him. Your whole body shakes from overstimulation, and you're pretty sure if it weren't for the tight hold that both men had on you then you'd be unable to hold yourself up.

"That's it. There's my girl, always so good for me," Eddie groans, shoving into your roughly and cumming with a grunt, hands gripping your thighs just below Steve's own, hard enough you know he'll leave bruises.

You black out slightly. You're aware of it because both men are gently manhandling you onto the bed and you can't do anything to move or help them.

"C'mon, we'll take her to the guest room. My bed's kinda gross now," Steve winces and Eddie barks out a little laugh. You can tell it's Steve who scoops you up in his arms and carries you through, he feels so different to Eddie - all muscles and bulk where Eddie was thinner and soft. Complete polar opposites in the best way.

You settle limply onto the bed, half anticipating them both leaving you to sleep but they don't. They both climb into bed either side of you, limbs entangling over your body as they get comfortable in silence, like this is something you'd done a million times even though this was the first.

It's quiet for a while, and you're half asleep when you catch their conversation;

"I think she'll want you to stick around after that, Steve." Eddie's whispering, and you can feel his hand ghosting up Steve's arm that's thrown over you, in a soft gesture.

"Eddie, you sucked my balls. I think you want me to stick around after that." Steve's leg slides over Eddie's own as he chuckles quietly, making it apparent that this wasn't simply about you and something you wanted. They both wanted it, too.

Eddie scoffs, and even behind your closed eyes you can tell he's rolling his, "And so what if I do? Then I get to say I've got a hot girlfriend and a hot boyfriend."

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lovejosephquinn · 2 years

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Ooooh can we get some angst up in here? Maybe Joe and the readers first fight/most intense fight? There’s a lot of tears and saying things neither one of them means, but they don’t make up? (I live for angst)

You’re an excellent writer btw 🥰 x

I'm not a huge writer of angst so I really don't know how this is going to go lmao, sorry if it's bad 👀

Thank you for the love, you're too sweet 😘 x

Read Part 2 Here.

It was safe to say that it was officially one of the worst evenings of your life, you walked out of the party of Joe's friend that you'd promised to go to, sure you'd only been dating a couple of months, but he'd spent weeks begging you to go with him, admitting that it would be good for you to spend time with his friend circle and get to know them since he was exceedingly close to them. But then within a couple of hours into the gathering he was the most ignorant pig you'd ever met.

You'd befriended a girl there who sat and chatted to you when Joe got up to go chat with some people that had arrived late, leaving you an anxious mess on the sofa tucked in the corner of the biggish lounge area.

You watched as one of the girls, a redhead who appeared to be getting to close and personal with him as soon as she laid her eyes on him, too much for your liking. You stared the both of them down as he pulled her into a tight hug, you tried to shake it off until she started to touch his chest when he said something that made her laugh or cup his cheek when she liked the sound of something.

"Who's she?" you outright asked to the girl sat beside you.

"Oh. Her. That's his ex-girlfriend from school, she's always been a bit obsessed with him. Bit of a weird one actually."

"Weird? Obsessed? In what way?"

"Well, once they broke up, she ruined every other relationship he had through school, but he never saw fault in her, guess that's typical Joe, always seeing the good in people."

"She sounds terrible."

"I'd like to hope she's grown up out of her childish dramas, but-"

You cut the girl off and got up, wandering over to Joe and stood beside him. He completely ignored that you had put your arm around his waist and carried on catching up with the girl you clearly already detested.

"And who's this?" she muttered at Joe, her eyes giving you a dead look as if you'd ruined their 'moment'.

"Oh, this is Y/N, a very close friend." Joe winked at you, and you couldn't possibly believe what you'd just been referred as. You scoffed at Joe, both of them looking at you now. She knew full well who you really were to him but seemed to relish in the fact he'd only referred to you as a friend.

"Hm, pretty. I'm Joe's ex, good to meet you."

"My ex from about 13 years ago and never lets me forget it."

She snatched onto his arm, her laugh so fake. "Couldn't possibly miss out on seeing our Joseph here when he's in the big leagues now after chasing it for so long."

So that's it. That's why she was here. After Joe now he was famous.

"Can I talk to you for a minute please?" you stared at Joe and then back to the redhead, "privately."

Joe took you over to one side. "What's your problem? If looks could kill Y/N." He whispered lowly so no one overheard.

"Are you fucking serious? A 'close friend'? Don't want your precious cow of an ex knowing who I am?"

"Don't be horrible, she was trying to be nice."

"I'm sorry what? Why are you sticking up for her? And why am I not introduced as your girlfriend, who even are you right now?"

His ex-came skipping over and wrapped herself around Joe's arm, grinning an evil smirk your way. "Joe, come on we really need to catch up."

"Hold on a second." Joe muttered bluntly, not even shaking her off his arm.

"Y/N I-"

"Save it, you prick." You swerved back round to the girl, not willing to take any more of this shit. "Hi, you devious little slag I'm Y/N, I'm Joe's girlfriend. He's clearly to blind to see how much of an awful person you really are. I don't know what he sees in you, and I don't like who he is around you so you're quite welcome to this version of him."

With that, before you could make any more rash decisions, you walked away, you left out the front door almost instantly. Realising you'd left your bag, you jogged back in stealthily to fetch it and just out of your peripheral vision you noticed the two of them stood in the kitchen doorway, his eyes tense as he looked like he was trying to explain something your ears couldn't quite catch on to, you hovered behind a crowd of people watching her rise up to wrap her arms around his neck, standing on her tip toes as she kissed him square on the lips, Joe pushed her away and before you witnessed anything else you made a direct route through everyone and shoved the girl down to the floor, spitting in her face and slapping Joe across the face.

"Don't you ever talk to me again, don't you ever come near me again."

"Y/N!" Joe yelled, his eyes tearing up as you left the house once more. He ran out after you this time, catching up to you and clutching at your arm trying to pull you back, you fell to the floor as tears streamed down your face. He knelt down beside you, trying his best to get a look in at you but your hair covered the majority of your features.

"Let me explain, I-"

"Don't even, I don't want to hear your shit excuses."

"She kissed me, I tried to get her off. I saw right through her bullshit in that second, I missed it every other time she ruined my life and I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what I called you, I'm so god damn sorry, I guess deep down I knew all along I was just being the nice guy but instead I was hurting people that didn't deserve it."

"You're full of shit Quinn, you really are."

"Don't fucking come at me like that, you were being a bitch too. Let's just go back to my flat where we can talk properly." You didn't need to hear another word. He gripped onto your fist to try and get you up off your feet, but you nudged him away harshly which caused Joe to fall off balance and onto his backside.

You stood up over him, watching his guilty face. You knew deep down he didn't kiss her back and that he wouldn't have gone that far, you hoped deep, deep down. But if he couldn't show you off as his girlfriend now even to his crazy ex, then when could he?

"I'm going back to MY flat, as I said before, I don't want to hear from you again."

"So, what does that mean?" Tears began to reflect that of your own from his apologetic eyes.

"That this," you pointed between the two of you. "Whatever 'this' is, is done."

You left him sobbing in the middle of the street, ignoring his calls, ignoring every message that pinged through to your phone. He knew well enough to leave you alone whilst you were stewed on things normally, but this was the first fight you'd ever had and looked to the last, the heartache knowing that he'd done wrong in a certain sense was enough to blow up your device.

You considered so many times calling Joe back that night, but you never did. You knew from the bottom of your heart he wasn't a bad person, but could you really forgive him for such a rough turn of events. This ex of his had clearly won her own game again.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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Omg hello! Can I request Tangerine and Lemon as older brothers of a kid sibling? How good of older brothers would they be? I don’t mind if it’s afab or gn you can pick! Thank you so much

hii!! I love this, and they'd be amazing big brothers! I did change the reader to teenager, hope that's okay? just so that its easier to imagine etc. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

the three musketeers

tangerine x lemon x f reader (siblings)

wc || 0.7k

warnings || swearing and fluff

also the twins way of speaking aren't typos, I just made them very english lmao

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As the youngest sister to a pair of protective fruit-named twins, you were looked after well and always kept out of harm's way. They weren't too fond of their baby teenage sister following in their occupational footsteps, so they did everything they could to deter you from that kind of life.

Every other week, you and your brothers would meet up for a quaint sibling dinner at the location chosen on the spinning wheel. Today the wheel had selected Lemon's city centre flat, which meant he was hosting tonight's dinner for the third time in a row. As you were still living at home, the options were pretty limited; the only options being Lemon's flat or Tan's place. They weren't too keen on going out to dinner in a public location in case things went sideways and you got caught in the crossfire. They didn't mean to come across as controlling, they were just like that because they love you.

As your brothers were often out of town and away on missions, you didn't get to see them as much as you had hoped, but with some simple persuasion, you convinced them to book one day off every fortnight, especially for you. So to prepare for this evening's dinner, you spent the afternoon making the most-favoured dessert of choice; homemade lemon meringue pie. Usually, everyone would bring something as a way to lighten the load for the host; Tangerine tended to bring alcohol, Lemon would take some kind of cheese, and you'd make a sweet treat for after.

"When's it ready? I'm starving," you question, whine drenching your tone. "Been here like half hour, why ain't it in front of me?" you playfully provoke Lemon, discreetly winking to your other brother, who was snickering into the ball of his hand.

"Oi, watch your tone with me, mardy bum," Lemon replies, his hands adjusting his cutesy pink apron. "I'll poison yer food," his eyes widened as if to emphasise.

"Where'd yer get that apron, mate? Knick it off that granny downstairs?" Tangerine chirps in.

"Ha ha ha, you guys are so funny," Lem sarcastically replies with faux playful features. "Get fucked, the pair of ya." He turns on his heel and smacks the spoon on the back of your brother's head.

"Watch it, knobhead," Tan grunts, rubbing the sauce from his hair onto the sofa. "What a dick," nodding over to the now empty doorway. "So, what's been going on with you? What you been up to lately?"

"Nothing much," you shrug, turning your attention to the tv.

"How'd that date go? That guy in your class, what's his name again?"

"It was alright," you shrug again, avoiding your brother's hard gaze.

"He was a dick, weren't he?"

"I don't know… he didn't turn up," you awkwardly laugh. "Hey, want any help in there?" you call out, trying to avoid Tan's persistent questioning.

"You tryna distract me?"

You slide off the sofa, practically running away as you join Lemon in the kitchen. "Shut up… what's up with all these questions, man? Like a fucking gameshow,"

Tangerine chases after you, darting over to join Lemon before you could get there. "Guess what? That shit of a guy she was meant to be seeing? The little prick stitched her up." He interrupts, looking at your brother in approval.

"He did what? Why'd he do that?" Lem asks, placing the tray on the counter, his gaze darting between you both. "That why you been bitchy recently?" he jokes, earning him a firm slap on the chest. "You're right, sorry… what you want us to do? Fuck him up a bit?"

"Scare him? Threaten him?" Tangerine pipes in, arms folded as if the conversation of threats was normal.

"No, god no… just leave it, he's a dick anyway,"

"We're sorry," Lemon says softly, walking around the island to join you, tightly hugging into your side.

"Yeah, sorry… there's better ones out there," Your other brother adds, hugging your other side.

"This is so embarrassing," you mumble, cowering from their affections.

"We'll leave ya alone," Tangerine says, knowing you didn't really mean it.

Immediately wrapping your arms around your brothers, pulling them in. "No… not yet,"

"Sommat burning?"

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zxphy · 1 year

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🌧 Yelan x Nonbinary! Reader.

Tws/cws: Mommy kink, AFAB reader, strap-ons, can be read as dubcon, Yelan fingerblasting you into oblivion, and INCREDIBLY cringe writing. Btw you're autistic, if you weren't before, you are now lmao. Also may have TERRIBLE spelling and spelling.

Smut written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable.

You and the cobalt-haired agent stood alone in one of Wangshu Inn's many corridors. You have one job as a Fatui soldier.

Assassinate Yelan.

You looked her up and down as you trailed behind her. You honestly thought that she was really attractive. You quickly snapped out of your thoughts and followed close behind her, she turned a corner. Now's your chance.

You raise your sword in the air ready to strike down on her with your blade with the intention to kill.

Too bad, the sneak attack didn't work, not by a long shot. Yelan was two steps ahead, before you could even come close to killing her, she grabbed your hands quickly disarming you quickly, and pinned you against a wall with your arms behind your back.

"My, my, what do we have here? Someone trying to kill me?" She asked, pressing your own blade against your neck.

"I-I don't know what you're t-t-talking about ma'am." You stammered out quickly, you didn't wanna die like this, but you don't want to betray her majesty. You have to think of something, fast.

"Don't play coy with me, darling." The agent pressed the blade slightly harder on your neck, more specifically, against your carotid. "Who sent you? And no dilly dallying." She continued.

You whimpered as you felt the cold metal against your throat. Shit. You can't die, not like this.

"The fatui m-ma'am. I was sent p-personally by her majesty." You finally let out.

"Awh, the Tsarita herself sent someone for little ol' me?" Yelan pouted before smirking, "Doesn't she have better things to do?"

Remembering that you're both in a public corridor, Yelan lowered the sword from your neck, pressing the tip of the icy cold metal against your exposed back. Enough to prick your delicate skin, but not enough to draw blood.

"Let's go somewhere I little more private, sweetheart." You blushed at the pet name and nodded slowly.

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Yelan lead you to her room of the inn and shoved you in before walking in and closing the door behind her.

"Oh right! Before you dare to try anything, give me your hands, now." She glared at you, and you quickly raised your hands for her.

The agent grabbed your wrists and tied them together with some kind of hydro rope.

It's icredibly firm, keeping you in place.

Your mind started to wonder off in a different direction. You started to blush.

You snapped out of your thoughts as Yelan climbed on top of you, your cheeks growing hotter and hotter by the second.

Yelan is incredibly intimidating, but in a hot way, you found yourself getting wet. You shamefully rubbed your thighs together as you felt the agent's warm breath against your neck.

(Un)Fortunately for you, that didn't go unoticed, she flashed a mischievous grin. "Well sweetheart, getting a bit excited are we?"

You didn't answer.

She put her finger on your chest and slowly dragged it down to your crotch, wetness seeping from your pussy through your shorts, you were soaked.

"Goodness dear, I didn't think you'd be enjoying this this much."

Yelan started rubbing your pussy through the shorts of your uniform. Not too long after that she shoved her hands into your shorts, past your panties, dipping her index finger in and out of your cunt.

Soon enough, she added another digit, slick sounds of the agent's fingers filling the lavish inn's bedroom.

"H-hey, wait I don't t-think we should-" She cuts you off.

"Ah ah ah darling, don't speak. Just relax and enjoy." She said in a sickly sweet voice and had pure lust in her eyes. She abruptly sped up the pace, and you feel the knot that's been building up inside you about to burst. The agent's long digits going in and out of your puffy cunt is all you could think about. You stiffen as you feel an orgasm approaching.

Yelan looked at you with a smug grin on her face, "Yeah? Gonna cum sweetheart?" Another one of her fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Ah- wait! Slow down, I-I'm gonna-"

"Cum? You're gonna cum? Go ahead. Cum for Mommy." She curls her fingers up a bit, hitting that one heavenly spot inside you that makes you scream.

"That's it darling, go on. Make a mess on Mommy's fingers." It was all too much, Yelan's fingers deep in your pussy and rubbing around your puffy clit, you couldn't hold back much longer.

You arched your back and squeezed your eyes shut, the intense sensations between your legs making you squeal incoherent noises like a dummy. Your climax hits you...hard. Your juices gushed and squirted all over the agent's fingers, doing exactly what she wanted.

Making a mess.

You huff and slowly came down from your high, the intense aftermath of your orgasm tiring you out, you let yourself go limp and fall onto the floor.

Yelan got off of you, pulling her hands out of your pants. She scooped you up into her strong arms, and rest you on top of her bed "so you could be more comfortable."

You lay tiredly on the bed, probably about to fall asleep until Yelan spoke up.

"Hold on darling, don't get too relaxed over there, we haven't even gotten to the fun part yet." She smirked and left the room.

The "fun part"? She came back after a quick moment with a strap-on. Whatever tiredness you had vanished and you woke right the fuck up. The dildo attached to the harness was huge. Was that even going to fit inside of you?? You stared at Yelan in utter disbelief. "Ain't no way."

She buckled the harness to her waist and smiled, "Don't worry sweetheart, it's gonna fit."

Yelan brought your body closer to hers, the thin layers of clothes being the only thing separating your core and her cock. "Let's get these pesky clothes out of the way." She peeled off your shorts, quickly discarded them, and smirked when she saw your soaked panties.

She slowly pulled down your frilly panties to your knees, the agent wanted to savour the reveal of your cunt. She spread your legs, and stared at your glistening pussy for a minute, loving how your puffy pussy looks so inviting.

"Alright then, let's get this show started." the agent gripped your hips and slowly but surely started to push inside of your cunt, the juices of your previous orgasm made it much easier.

After what felt like a long time, she finally hilted, the tip of her cock against your cervix. You felt so full.

Yelan stood there for a moment enjoying the sight of you under her and your tight walls wrapped so deliciously around her cock.

However, that didn't last long, cause a short second later, she pulled back, only the tip remaining inside you, then SLAMMED right back in. The process was repeated, over and over and over again, until the noises of skin slapping and your squealing filled the room.

"You're being so loud dear," she said between thrusts, "it's like you want the entirety of the inn to know that I'm fucking you stupid."

"Nghh-!! I'm s-sorry!!" you replied back, trying to keep your composure.

"Don't worry dear. It's okay. Go on, tell the whole world who's making you feel good."

"A-ah!! Mommy is m-making me feel guh-good!!"Yelan's fingers once again found your clit and began rubbing circles into it making you scream out in pure bliss.

"That's it baby, keep making such pretty noises for me!" Yelan pulled out, flipped you over then started pounding into you from behind, going even deeper than before, her cock kissing your cervix with each thrust, making you squeal and moan out in delight.

She sped up her hip movement, each time she hilted in you making you scream as you approached your second high, this one much more intense than the first.

With one hard final thrust, you came. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave as it washed over you, you squirmed and writhed under Yelan as you creamed on her cock, your juices soaking the bed sheets under you.

When you came down from your intense high, Yelan pulled out of you and laid beside you, pulling you close to her body, and began to spoon you. You're too exhausted to object.

She kissed your head and whispered into your ear holding you close.

"I think I'm going to keep you."

HOLY FUCKING SHIT NUGGETS I FINALLY FINISHED IT. Honestly it came out better than I expected!! I'm sorry it took so long, school is really fuckin me up rn, but better late than never I guess!! I hope you guys enjoyed it!! :3

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izzyspussy · 11 months

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tell me more about jamie and roy getting pegged? looking at you with keen interest

Hiiiii I would love to

one of jamie's favorite things because of Gender

also he's just really sensitive/responsive so just on a physical level

also really loves getting rimmed

not to objectify that man but look at his butt okay it's literally made to be played with idk what to tell you

anyway so first time, jamie found keeley's strap on and started to laugh and ask what it was for before being like oh right yeah cuz you're bisexual right, and she was like well sure yeah that too but mainly getting dicked down has no gender, and jamie was embarrassed to have not thought of that and therefore had to overcompensate and ask for it immediately, and keeley was like okay babe if you're sure, and he was like yeah it's literally not a big deal lol i've never been less intimidated by anything in my life lmao, so she dicked him down and he saw god

unlike for roy, the vulnerability is part of the draw for jamie, honestly to sex in general. he's happy to be submissive and sweet in bed even with strangers, given that's what they want and they don't act like a prick

it's not that roy dislikes being vulnerable, it's just deeply uncomfortable and it takes him a good long while to get used to it not only with each new person but also each new act that makes him feel that way. he has to consciously, deliberately, and with effort work his way up to it every time.

if he gets to watch jamie do it first, that's like skipping a middle step or two, and he can get to the endgame of letting himself enjoy it faster and with less stress

jamie doesn't mind being watched (fucking obviously) but the fact that it's roy watching, and it's something that roy personally finds to be a Big Deal in some way, makes it more intense when usually exhibitionism is honestly like basically nothing to him lmfao.

anyway more specifically re: the post i made. i've been picturing them at a hotel for an away game, and they're not quite together yet but they're not quite not together, just enough that it's not out of left field for them to have sex but it's definitely not an established relationship at all. and roy and keeley in particular are both feeling pretty insecure about where they all stand, the two of them can't manage to talk about their issues directly and end up with pegging as a metaphor. and jamie just... ends up in the middle, the way he always does.

so keeley has jamie on his back on the hotel bed, with roy sitting in an armchair to the side or whatever, with the purpose of like a) maybe a tiny little bit using jamie to make roy jealous, b) show roy it's safe to be vulnerable with the two of them, and c) show roy how fucking good it feels.

i've got the vivid image in my head of keeley fingering jamie open, taking her sweet time because he really likes that, and he's covering his face with his arm because roy's attention is A Lot, but even if he was embarrassed enough to try he couldn't stop the noises he's making or stop rolling his hips down onto keeley's fingers. and roy quite simply cannot decide which one of them he wants to be more.

#jack facts #jack chats #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #keeley jones #rkj #otplus #hc #lime

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aiiwa · 4 years

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BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS ― IWAIZUMI, KUROO, BOKUTO, AND SUGAWARA.

✗ REQUEST: i’ve been seeing all over tiktok the whole lay between your s/o thighs trend (idk if you know the trend) but i wanted to see it with the hq boys. so could i request iwa, kuroo, bo and suga🥺.

― iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sugawara koushi.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ warnings: suggestive content (everything i write at this point is suggestive lmao), i got lazy proof reading this but i’ll come back to it

⤷ word count: 3.1k

― a/n: i was very soft writing this hehe, also;

me to me: let’s limit this to 500 words per character

also me: almost writes 1k just on kuroo.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

after two long weeks apart, with iwa having to travel overseas for work, he had finally come back home to you. work trips weren’t uncommon, but often left you alone, missing him more and more with each day apart.

it took everything in your power to hold yourself back from jumping on him, the moment you caught sight of his bulky figure walking out of the airport terminal.

and now the two of you were on your way home. after bickering over who would drive, iwa now sat leaned back in the driver’s seat, large hand engulfing yours on your lap and the other gripping the leather steering wheel; skillfully maneuvering your car down the snowy streets. fiddling with his long fingers entwined between your own, you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

glancing at you from the corner of his olive eyes, you could see his soft smile under the flickering glow of the streetlights. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before his focus turns back to the road.

ten minutes pass relatively quickly, with iwa shifting the gear into park outside your shared home. he trails close behind you, warm breath tickling the side of your neck and duffle bag slung over his wide shoulder, as you unlock the front door.

“welcome home.” you whisper, tilting your face up to look at him.

iwa’s quick to drop his bag, spinning you around by your hips to pull you flush against him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle at the feeling of his hands dipping lower to give your ass a loving squeeze.

“i missed you, baby.” he breathes out, before leaning down to capture your lips.

the kiss is sweet and slow, you indulge yourself in the familiar feeling of his soft lips; before his tongue darts out to trace against the pout of your bottom lip, asking for permission. you moan into him as your tongues brush against each other sensually, dragging your hand from his nape to caress his jaw; you jolt away as your palm brushes against the icy cold touch of his ear.

“haji! your ears are freezing!” you hiss, both hands now tugging at his ears.

chuckling lowly, he grabs at your wrists lightly. “ah, i know...why don’t you warm them up for me?”

“huh?”

overwhelming thoughts of how exactly iwa intended for you to warm his ears up, clouded your flustered mind. in a flurry of movements, he lead you into your bedroom; freeing you from the tight denim of your high-waisted pants, and having you perched up and leaning against your fluffed up pillows. the fuzziness in your head starts to clear up at the sight of iwa stripping off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the toned muscle of his stomach and chest.

crawling towards you and parting your legs, he presses a kiss to the inner side of your knee, before he flips over and slides his read right between your legs. you blink once, then twice, watching as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his neck and squishing his face.

“well, this...isn’t exactly what i was expecting.” rubbing your thighs against his ears to get used to the freezing touch.

iwa hums contentedly, patting the side of your leg. “mmm, don’t worry baby, we’ll save that for a bit later okay?” heat rushes to your face as he calls you out on your thoughts. “i just wanna lay here and feel you like this for now.” you push your hands against your face, feeling how warm your cheeks are, before iwa grabs at your wrists softly, bringing them over to kiss your palms. “just lie with me, okay baby?”

with your hands caressing the sides of his face, you nod, smiling softly. “okay, haji.”

KUROO TETSUROU

working together with kuroo for japan’s volleyball association was amazing. for the most part that is. it’s how the two of you met, he’d charmed you into a first date by his second week, and it was almost three years since then.

you spent every day with your boyfriend at work, and every night together in bed. but sharing a busy week schedule filled with back-to-back meetings, interviews with athletes for potential promotional videos, and late nights in the office filing the never-ending build up of paperwork - meant weekends were very much looked forward to.

lazy sundays being your favourite.

the day usually started well into noon, both of you enjoying the extra undisturbed hours of sleep - since the blare of kuroo’s six a.m. alarm wasn’t ringing in your ears. he’d greet you with a drowsy rasp - “good morning, shorty.” - making you giggle before dragging him to share a steaming hot shower with you; . and with a towel wrapped around your head, bare legs on show underneath the hem of your boyfriend’s large shirt, you’d sway in front of the stovetop flipping pancakes while a shirtless kuroo sliced up your favourite fruits - music from his playlist playing softly in the background.

if the weather allowed it, you and kuroo would sit out on the balcony of your apartment; basking in the warmth of the sun, admiring the way his hazel eyes reflected gold. yet this sunday, a storm was raging outside.

“why is she giving a rose to that prick yamato? fuji deserves it way more than him!” kuroo calls out.

you were only half invested in the bachelorette marathon playing. rain spat against the fogged glass; heavy lidded eyes followed the trails made by the racing raindrops. you were tucked snugly into kuroo’s side, a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, and legs tangled under the softness of the new periwinkle comforter you’d bought the other day. kuroo’s laptop rested on his lap, and you jostled about as he shot an arm out to point at the screen accusingly.

“are you seeing this, y/n?! now she’s choosing sachihiro! over fuji?!”

humming half-heartedly in response, you squeeze yourself closer to kuroo; dragging your hand over his bare chest, and resting it over his heart. you could feel his heartbeat against your palm, thump-thump thump-thump, and the steady rise and fall of his chest began to lull you to sleep.

the sound of your soft snores, pulled kuroo’s attention away from the show.

“shorty, you sleepin’?”

at your lack of reply, he chuckles lowly, shifting around to put away his laptop. you were always the first to fall back asleep, especially after eating good and coming back to bed to cuddle. pulling you closer to him, he smiled at the sigh you released against him; before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and resting his cheek on his pillow. the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting around him, was the last thing kuroo remembered before he joined you in the dream world.

laying on your side with half your vision obscured by the fluffy pillow under your head, you blink away the sleep as you gaze outside the window. the rain had come to a slow drizzle, with the skies still fairly bright meaning only an hour or so had passed while you were asleep.

“tetsu?” you call out.

usually the rooster head would be pressed right up against you, but you couldn’t feel or see him. attempting to twist your body around, you find your movements constricted. it was only when you tried once again to lift your leg up, that a hand slid around your knee to halt your movements.

pushing yourself up a bit, and resting on your elbow, you glance down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs, back of his head pushed against your pelvis. because the two of your are on your sides, the full weight of your left leg over his shoulder has his cheeks smushed together; but kuroo seems completely unbothered, in fact he’s just scrolling through instagram on his phone. when you reach a hand down to tug at his inky hair, only then does he glance up at you.

“are you alright down there?” you ask. “can you even breathe?”

“i woke up here, and i don’t plan on moving any time soon.” kuroo hums, the vibration from his throat are ticklish against your inner thighs. “i’m living my best life, wanna see my new lock screen?”

without waiting for an answer, he shows off his new lock screen - which really happened to be a live photo displaying a collection of pictures with kuroo’s face squeezed between your lush thighs. you can’t help but laugh, kuroo’s cackling joining you. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone catching a glance at his lock screen, you pull at his hair; complaining about the possibility of being exposed.

kuroo slaps your hands away from his hair, still chuckling. “i don’t care, shorty. i look good between your thighs, don’t you think so?”

flustered, you yank on his hair again. “shut up, rooster head.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

while waiting for bokuto to come back home to you from his training with the msby jackals, the last thing you expected was to receive a call from his teammates. it was your day off, and as you were loading the last of you and bokuto’s laundry, your phone began to vibrate - the bright grin of a certain tangerine-haired cutie flashing across the screen.

“hello?”

“hi, bokuto-san- ah, um, i mean y/n-san!”

you chuckle lightly at hinata’s correction. ever since you announced your engagement with bokuto, the younger male had started addressing you by your fiancé’s surname. in the background you can hear atsumu yelling out to you, followed by sakusa complaining about his loud mouth. you were more than familiar with bokuto’s close friends and teammates, from the countless team dinners and nights of drinks hosted at you and bokuto’s townhouse, you shared a solid friendship with everyone.

“ah, shou-kun, everything okay?”

“um, well i just called to let you know that bokuto-san didn’t have the best time at training today.”

‘oh no, poor kou,’ you thought to yourself, heart tugging at the thought of bokuto being sad. his somber moods were a rarity these days; it had actually been almost a year since he’d been in a slump, and he usually loved his trainings, so that meant today must have been extra tough on him.

“i see, thank you for telling me shou-kun.” after listening to hinata’s retelling of the events at training, with side commentary from atsumu and sakusa; you all exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

with the chance to avoid being unequipped for bokuto’s gloomy return home, you were grateful for hinata’s thought to warn you. it gave you an hour, from his shower to the drive back home, to prepare some of his favourite things. normally it involved inviting akaashi over, but with him out of town, it left you to your own devices. though after being with bokuto for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

you knew your man like the back of your hand.

he was probably starving after practice, and what better than to cook some barbecued meat for him - his favourite, with the special sauce you always made just for him. after making some side dishes and rice, you set the table for the two of you, leaving the meat to stay warm in the oven while you went for a quick shower. bokuto made it know how much he enjoys the smell of your cherry bomb body wash, yet today you opted to lather on his orange body wash. knowing the smell of him on you made him crazy, you dried yourself off and decided to wear his old shirt from high school; the baby blue of ‘the way of the ace’ shirt, with the faded black characters.

you had just finished throwing your softest blankets and fluffiest pillows onto the couch in the living room, when you caught the sound jingling keys at the front door. leaping over the back of the sofa, you ran just in time for the door to open.

“kou!” you exclaimed, leaping as soon as you see his bulky figure enter through the doorway. his gym bag landed on the wooden floors with a thud, as he caught you easily in his arms. “welcome home! i missed you so much, baby!”

bokuto’s hold on you is tight. “hi, y/n…” there’s none of the usual chirp in his voice, and you squeeze him closer to you, peppering kisses on his face.

“are you hungry? i made your favourite.”

offering him a small smile at his slight nod, you slid out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him to the dining table. when he saw the table set, barbecued meats on display, he tugged you to a halt; staring at you with round, golden puppy eyes filled with appreciation. you sat on his lap as he ate, with your arm hooked around his neck; allowing him to feed you, as he listened to you talk about your day. and when the two of you were done, bokuto offered to finish off the dishes while you lounged on the sofa waiting for him, netflix loading on the wide screen television.

distracted by the trailer of some netflix original film, your caught by surprise when bokuto slides face first between your thighs. with his cheek pressed against your pelvis, he shifts your legs over his broad shoulders, thighs almost obscuring his face from your vision if it weren’t for the frosted tips of his hair sticking out. running your fingers through the slightly damp, silken strands; you felt you relax in your embrace, releasing a contented sigh.

“kou?” he hums in response, arms sliding around your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your smooth skin. “i know today wasn’t the best, but there’s always a tomorrow. just remember that i love you so much, and i’m here...okay baby?”

lifting his head slightly, thighs resting by his jaw, he sets his chin just below your navel. staring up at you, he takes your hands in his, slippings his fingers between yours.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers, slightly mumbled. “thank you for everything.”

giving his hands a loving squeeze, you start explaining the new movie you want to watch. and with his interest piqued, the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon in the comfort of each other; bokuto tracings patterns on your leg, and your hands tangled in his hair.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

it had been almost a month since you and suga’s return from your honeymoon. after spending an amazing three weeks on a tropical island with your newly wedded husband; strolling along sandy beaches, scuba diving in clear blue waters, and spending warm nights making love under the stars - it was safe to say you were missing the time away relaxing.

so when daichi called your husband during the week to make plans for the long weekend, you were more than happy for a mini getaway to tokyo with your old high school friends.

and that’s how you found yourself, guava oil spread across your skin, stretched out by the poolside, and sipping your umeshu tonic through a pink swirly straw. the boys had decided to take a dip and cool off in the pool, while you and kiyoko had taken to some sunbathing. it was a little after midday, scorching sun at its peak; and the golden rays captured the sparkle of the princess cut diamond of your engagement ring resting between two matching, diamond encrusted bands.

“you’re going to blind everyone with all those diamonds, y/n.” blinking away the daze you’d caught yourself in, you chuckle at kiyoko’s teasing.

“speak for yourself, soon-to-be-mrs-tanaka.” you shot back, nodding at the glimmering engagement ring on her own finger.

the two of you giggled like little school girls, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in mirth; only stopping when a sudden wall appeared, blocking the warm sunshine, and shadowing over you. the wall being none other tanaka, suga following behind.

“kiyo~!” tanaka coos, leaning over his fiancé. “you look hot- uh, i mean it’s pretty hot, y’know.”

kiyoko simply raises an arched brow, listening to tanaka’s rambling; which quickly turned into the latter throwing the her over his shoulder, and running back towards the pool. she hadn’t even protested at his manhandling, taking to sending you a look that said ‘what can i do?’. with the two of them gone, your full attention was set on the sight of suga.

now standing next to you, his hazel-brown eyes glanced over your laid out figure in appreciation; entranced with the way your bikini top dug into the soft flesh of your breasts, drawing attention to the deep valley of your cleavage. your own keen eyes took in the sight of his slender build; admiring the way his soaked canary trunks hung low on his hips, polyester sticking to his thighs and leaving little to your imagination. with his chest exposed, glistening under the sun as droplets of water slid down his toned stomach - it suddenly felt as if the air had become ten degrees warmer.

“hey there, this seat taken?” suga asks, tilting his head and running a hand to push back the damp, grey strands out of his face.

“oh, this seat?” you ask, gesturing to the lounge chair you were occupying.

your brow’s furrow slightly in confusion, though you gasp when he trails ticklish fingers over your thigh, before squeezing the soft flesh. “no, this one.”

chuckling, you hold your left hand up, wiggling your jewelled ring finger in front of you. “sorry sir, i’m a taken woman.”

suga just grins at you cheekily, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your own. this kiss is brief, but the lingering taste of his mango chapstick and chlorine has you a bit dazed; allowing him to part your legs and slide himself right between them. laying on his stomach, your legs rest by his sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“ah yes, that you are, sweetheart. and i’m the lucky man who gets to call you mine.” with his cheek is smushed against your thigh, his words come out slurred; but the dreamy look in his eyes as he stares up at you is clear.

“and i’m lucky to have you, koushi.” you whisper in return, the weight of him over you is comforting and you find yourself leaning back into the lounger; as suga nestles himself closer into you.

“mmm, i love this...laying right here between your thighs, sweetheart.”

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taetaespeaches · 4 years

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“I never would’ve thought Agust D would be so soft after sex.”

yoongi x reader (or oc) genre: smut; fluff word count: 3.1K

a/n: ok, so, Kid is ready to give Yoon that good good just after hearing like half the mixtape, our girl hasn’t even seen the damn mv yet guys, like, she’s ready to pounce after just seven songs from her man. And honestly, mood. I hope you lovelies enjoy this, I hope it lives up to your expectations lmao, and thank you for reading :))

YOU paced back and forth from one end of your kitchen to the other as you waited for Yoongi to answer his damn phone. I mean, seriously, how long does it take to pick up the-

“Hello?” Yoongi’s low voice interrupted your thoughts through the phone’s speaker.

Gasping, you eagerly asked, “Can I start listening?” omitting a proper greeting.

“Oh hey, I’m fine, how are you?” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, fully aware he couldn’t see you. “You’re expecting a lot of self-control from me right now, Min,” you complained.

Yoongi allowed himself to chuckle before responding with a humored, “if you want, you can listen, Kid.”

You squealed in excitement, bouncing around in front of the oven. “You’re sure? I don’t have to wait for you or anything?”

“Nah, I’m almost there anyway,” he told you, and you could tell by the tone of his voice he was grinning. “Just no music video yet,” he said in a whiny tone which you knew must be accompanied with a pout. He enjoyed watching your reaction to his music videos.

“No music video, I promise,” you smiled, absolutely fond of the man. “Oh my god, I’m not ready for this am I?” You yelled out, Yoongi scoffing in response.

“Jesus, you’re ridiculous,” he groaned.

“Shush, I’m hanging up, I have a long-awaited mixtape to listen to, thank you very much.”

“Ok fine, fine,” he laughed, but before you could hang up, Yoongi added, “Hey, Kid?” You hummed in response. “Love you.”

You’ve heard the words a million times, but it never failed to make your heart pound. However, that didn’t stop you from teasing him a bit. “Yeah, yeah, love you, I gotta go, priorities, baby. I don’t know if you’ve heard but the Agust D just made a comeback.”

He chuckled into the phone once more before giving you a, “See you in a bit,” and then hung up.

Immediately, you were pressing play on the mixtape on Spotify, already having had it pulled up for five minutes.

The first song, ‘Moonlight’, started off soft before scratching records came in, and then your boyfriend’s voice. When he gave his iconic laugh with an “August D” you smiled in pride. That’s my honey boy.

You turned your attention to the meal you were preparing for you and Yoongi, one of his favorites, stirring the contents in a big pot on the stovetop. Bopping along to the music, you listened to the lyrics that talked about his story, starting in Daegu to flying high with his group, how he goes through feelings of confidence in his work to feeling untalented, the struggles of writing this exact mixtape due to the pressure from a larger audience, expectations, and self-doubt. You knew those struggles all too well. You were with him throughout it all.

You’d been given glimpses of the songs throughout the writing process, some tracks in full while others you only saw lyric scribblings on those yellow notepads he leaves around his studio and that littered your apartment. You first saw the chorus to ‘Moonlight’ written on one of those notepads that sat on your bedside table.

“I like this,” you told your boyfriend, holding the notepad in one hand as the other found its way in his dampened hair, his face resting against your bare chest.

“Huh?” He looked up at you, his hand gripping your waist as his eyelids fluttered. The sheets were in disarray around your still nude forms. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, is it for D-2?”

“Maybe,” he told you with a yawn. “Not sure.”

“I think you should use it,” you told him, your finger outlining the shell of his ear as his lips curved into a lazy smile. “It’s beautiful.”

“You really think so?” He asked, uncertain and a bit more awake.

“Yeah, definitely.”

He kissed the center of your chest before nuzzling his face further against your breasts. “You always know best, Kid.”

You felt your eyes prick with tears as you listened to the song, feeling immensely proud of your boyfriend. Of how hard he worked, of overcoming the doubt and fear, and just simply for the talent, passion, and artistry he shared with so many people.

As the mixtape played, you went through phases of dancing around, squealing in excitement, gasping at lyrics and phrasing, and more bouncing and dancing. You tried your best to focus on the lyrics, though you knew it would take a few listens to catch them all as you were too excited to comprehend everything just then.

Completely invested in the music, you didn’t hear your front door open, unaware of your boyfriend’s presence until he appeared in your peripheral, catching you doing a little strut that resembled Yoongi’s swagger walk he did on stage. Your head snapping to him, you were met with his gummy grin, his shoulders shaking in laughter as ‘Burn It’ continued to play throughout the kitchen.

“Are you leaving me for Agust D yet?” He teased, walking toward you.

“Do you realize how sexy you are? Like do you have any idea?” You asked accusatorily. “Like what the fuck, dude?”

“Jesus,” he huffed, a smile still plastered on his face. “You’re actually ridiculous.”

“Yeah, and you’re ridiculously talented, Min. You’re not told that enough,” you told him seriously. Reaching you, he placed his hands on your hips as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, stepping further into his arms.

“I’m told that plenty,” he dismissed with a bashful grin.

“No, you’re not,” you told him as ‘Burn It’ continued to play. Instead of responding to you, he kissed you which you immediately deepened, Yoongi stepping back a bit by the unexpected force behind your actions, though his arms wrapped tighter around your waist so your body was flush with his.

Pulling away, he chased your lips, making you smile. “I don’t even have the words right now to tell you how proud I am of you,” you told him seriously, tears forming in your eyes. You watched as Yoongi took a deep breath, keeping his own emotions under control at your sincere confession. “Just know I’m really proud,” you said as tears threatened to fall.

He quickly nodded just before bringing a hand to your jaw as he caught your lips again, giving you several quick pecks as he composed himself.

Letting out a breath that sounded to be one of relief, Yoongi peered around your frame, inspecting the food cooking on the stove, as well as the food that had spilled outside of the pot, with a grin. “That looks good.”

“Hopefully,” you said with a smile as Yoongi nuzzled his face against your neck, refusing to let you go. With the overwhelming pride and love you felt, mixed with the fact that the man on the mixtape was all yours, and he was standing in your kitchen, in your arms, pressing sweet kisses to your neck, you had a sudden desire for him.

As ‘People’ started playing, you were instantly struck with the memory of coming to his studio as he was working on that very track. It was just the instrumental then, but it was interesting and different from the other stuff he had been working on. Yoongi must have been thinking upon the same memory as he lifted his head, a gummy grin directed to you as his eyes found yours.

“I remember the night you wrote this,” you smiled, biting your lower lip. That night, you had spent about an hour of it sitting on his desk as Yoongi sat in his chair in front of you, his chin resting on your knees as you both discussed your ideas of life, and people, and changes, and what it all meant, if it even meant anything.

You had already been dating for well over a year, but it was a moment where you and Yoongi felt a closeness between you both that hadn’t really been there before, becoming more mentally and emotionally attune with each other.

The conversation eventually faded out, the intense feeling of understanding between you both leading to you having sex on his studio couch.

“Trust me, I remember it very well,” he chuckled, his mind running through every moment of that night, from the feeling of closeness, to the warmth of your body underneath his as he pressed you against the couch cushions, the way you moaned his name and whispered ‘I love you’s’.

As the chorus of ‘People’ sounded from your laptop, your eyes widened at the sultry soothe of your boyfriend’s vocals.

“Since when do you sing like that, Min?” You teased with a smile, your eyes bouncing around his soft features. As he let out a breathy chuckle, you slid your your hands down his neck to rest overtop his collarbones as you leaned toward him and kissed him deeply.

The action took him by surprise though he easily found his rhythm, his hands slipping underneath your shirt, feeling at the bare skin of your waist.

As you began backing up, he quickly felt around to shut the stove off before following you toward the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Your hands found his waist as his moved to your face, taking control. You began lifting his shirt up, you both separating just long enough for you to pull it over his head and discard it somewhere in the hallway outside your room.

Eagerly, you unbuttoned his jeans, Yoongi helping you get the clothing off him as he released his hold on you to step out of them. Backing up, your legs hit the edge of the bed and you locked your eyes with your boyfriend’s. Smirking at him, you pulled your own shirt off before unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor at your feet.

Yoongi bit his lip, his eyes settling on your chest before slowly dragging them back up to meet your darkened gaze. Tilting his head at you, you quipped, “What are you waiting for?” Yoongi scoffed before approaching you and pushing your body so you fell against the mattress. He reached for the waist of your jeans, taking no time in unzipping them and tugging them down your legs, you lifting your hips to help him. Your panties were removed next, Yoongi dropping them to floor as he allowed his eyes to rake over your body, taking in every inch of you.

You sat up on your elbows, watching the man as he looked over your nude form. “For a man who brags an awful lot about being a king and a boss, you seem a bit timid, baby,” you teased in a sultry tone.

Your boyfriend scoffed again, a smirk forming on his lips. “Be patient,” he scolded, though he stepped toward you, nudging your inner knee with his leg, making you widen the gap between your thighs as he stared down at your center.

“My patience disappeared the moment I clicked play on that mixtape,” you smiled. “I want you.” With that, you sat up, your hands slipping underneath the waistband of his underwear, lowering them until they easily slid down his legs, pooling at his feet. You kept eye contact with him as you left a sweet kiss to his lower abdomen, just above his pelvic area.

He let out a quick breath as he smiled, lowering his body on top of yours, your back meeting the mattress. “If I had known Agust D would get you this worked up I would have released a mixtape two years ago,” he joked, your hands grabbing onto his sides as his lips found yours, kissing you passionately.

One of his arms was being used to prop himself up overtop you as his opposite hand slid down to your core, his fingers feeling between your legs. He groaned into your mouth at feeling how wet you’d become, and you smiled against his lips.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you used your strength to push against his body, rolling him over and straddling his hips. Yoongi’s breath was heavy and shallow as he anticipated being inside you, his large hands gripping your hips, his eyes eagerly taking in the sight of your form on top of him. He always did love you on top.

Placing one of your hands to his chest, your other found his hardened length. You stroked him a few times, Yoongi letting out a soft moan at the feeling, his hand sliding up your abdomen to your breast as he squeezed the supple flesh in his palm. At his touch, you guided him to your entrance, sharply intaking breath at the feeling of him slipping inside, letting the air out in a throaty moan.

“Fuck, Kid,” Yoongi breathed out, pinching your nipple between his fingers as you moved your hand from his dick to his chest, bracing yourself against him as you began slowly grinding atop him. Yoongi’s hand left your breast to your thigh, clutching the muscle as he bit his lip, watching your body move. “You’re so fucking hot.”

You held back a moan as you increased your pace, looking up to the ceiling before squeezing your eyes shut as he hit particularly deep. “Fuck,” you breathed out, lowering your gaze to Yoongi’s face, meeting his hooded eyes as he looked up at you in bliss.

His chest was like velvet underneath your hands and you wanted to feel more of his skin on yours. As if reading your mind, Yoongi moved his hands to your lower back, pulling you toward him so your chest was flush with his. He kissed you messily as he lifted his hips off the bed to move in and out of you as he held you to his body.

“I love you so much,” he confessed shakily against your lips, his breathing erratic due to the pleasure you were giving him.

“Oh my god, Yoongi, I love you,” you moaned, moving your face to his neck where you kissed and nibbled his skin lightly.

Wanting to treat him, you reluctantly pulled yourself away from him, sitting back up as you rocked back and forth on him, arching your back and placing a hand to his thigh to support yourself. Yoongi’s hands grabbed onto the sides of your legs as he watched you, looking more and more fucked out the longer you rode him.

Eyeing his thin but toned body, his smooth skin, and the flex of his abdomen as he took sharp breaths, you groaned. “You look so good,” you told him, admiring the man beneath you. Your man. All yours. “Feel so good,” you moaned.

One of Yoongi’s hands left your leg to find your hand that was pressed against his lower abdomen. He took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours before bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles softly as he locked his gaze on yours.

The intimate action had your lower abdomen tightening. Sitting up straight, you brought your hand toward him which he grabbed with his other hand, helping you to support yourself as your motions atop him became hastier, approaching your high.

“Yoon, I’m gonna-”

“I know, baby,” he nodded, squeezing your hands as you neared your climax. “Me too.”

You let out a whimper, lowering your body to Yoongi’s again, your dewy chest meeting his, Yoongi wrapping his arms around your lower back as you both worked each other into your finishes. Yoongi buried his face in your neck as he let out small muffled grunts, you breathing out a moan in his ear. As he came, he hugged your body to his tightly, letting go inside you. The feeling of him releasing had you crashing into your own high, biting your lip as you moaned breathily, Yoongi kissing your neck sweetly as you came down.

You relaxed atop Yoongi, breathing heavy as his fingers toyed with the small of your back, soothing back and forth along the curve of your ass. You had a hand on his neck, slipping your fingers into his damp strands, your other hand on his chest, dragging your fingers along his pectoral.

“The mixtape is really good,” you assured him in a whisper, kissing his jaw. “Well, what I’ve heard so far.”

Yoongi let out a breathy chuckle, flattening a palm on your lower back. “Thank you, Kid.”

“No need to thank me, I’m just being honest.”

“No, thank you for always supporting me. In everything,” he clarified, emotion thick in his voice.

You lifted your head to peer at his face, catching the glassy shine in his eyes. “Always,” you assured him.

He nodded, looking at you with a soft smile. “I know,” he whispered, barely audible, giving away that he didn’t trust his voice, knowing it would break if he spoke louder. “It means- you mean the world.”

You lowered your lips to his face, giving his plush cheek a small kiss. “I never would’ve thought Agust D would be so soft after sex,” you teased with a big smile, Yoongi scoffing, though he couldn’t hold back his gummy grin.

He groaned loudly, stretching his arms over his head. “I’m starving,” he changed the topic, making you giggle.

“Well, lucky for you, your girlfriend made you a delicious nearly cooked meal that is probably very cold at this point,” you smirked.

“Oh, lucky for me?” He questioned with a small smile.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed with a small chuckle.

Yoongi sucked air between his teeth, ticking his head to the side. “Remind me to wife you up later.”

You scoffed playfully, rolling off his body as you prepared to stand up and find some clothes. “In your dreams, Min.”

Scooping your t-shirt off the floor, you slipped it over your head before grabbing a pair of panties from your dresser drawer, all while Yoongi’s eyes followed your every move. Sending your boyfriend an air kiss from where he sat at the edge of the bed watching you, you walked toward the bedroom door. “Hurry up and get dressed, Gramps, I need your album commentary.”

You exited the room, turning toward the bathroom to clean yourself up. Yoongi shook his head with a chuckle. “Yeah, in my dreams,” he mumbled as he stood up to get dressed. Taking his sweet ass time, you walked back past the bedroom toward the kitchen, noticing him still stumbling around for a shirt.

“Hey, hustle, Min! I still have a music video to watch, my dude!” You called out to him as he looked to you with widened eyes. “Your shirt is out here, by the way.”

“Ah, what did I tell you about patience,” he whined out, a pout on his lips as he walked through the hallway, grabbing his shirt on his way, feeling full of appreciation and adoration for you.

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static-fanatic-1 · 3 years

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I don't know if you are accepting it but I really wanted to see the dynamics of it: Illumi takes her darling who is badly a perfect angel to meet his family, and Silva falls in love with her, yandere love at first sight! How would it work? SFW Ang NSFW pleasee? Kisses from Brazil!

Kisses from Brazil! I’m flattered //////~<3

Yandere Silva to Illumi’s Darling (SFW):

This is a concept for sure. Just imagine, you are stuck between some of the scariest people in the world. The father and the son, all we are missing is the Holy Spirit and that might be you lmao.

All jokes aside, this would be pretty scary, so let’s get down to business and dissect what will probably happen.

First of all if you are a perfect angel, you are what they think a perfect angel is. So let’s say that Illumi didn’t have to kidnap you or discipline you. If you are meeting his family through him, you were either black-mailed into being complacent or you simply were intimidated into the relationship. You don’t really fight back, maybe push back a little, but you don’t raise your voice or scream or hit him. You simply smile and look pretty, being kind to other people around you. A perfect angel in Illumi’s eyes.

You were nervous when you were told you were going to meet his family, I mean if this is the eldest son of the Zoldyck family, what will the rest of them be like? You dressed up, wanting to make a good impression because let’s be honest, your life probably depends on it.

When you and Illumi show up, everyone is pleasantly surprised, you and the family. You are so sweet, an absolute goddess, and the staff secretly love the fact you thank them for simple things such as tea. Illumi is especially pleased when his mother dotes on how adorable you are and how she could just eat you up.

Zeno and Maha appreciate the softer personality you have, it brings something new to the routy household. Kikyo finds you to be a bit too soft, but at least you would make the perfect housewife. The kids like you, though to them you are someone who is like a child. And then there is Silva. Something about you makes his heart skip a beat in the worst way imaginable.

So I think there are two ways this could go. Number one: You stay with Illumi and Silva forces you into being a secret lover. Or number two: Silva tells Illumi and they share you secretly amongst themselves.

Starting with number one, Silva is good at his job so convincing you to be his side hoe isn’t difficult. I mean it’s your terrifying father in law, you don’t really want to go against him. He probably won’t blackmail you, just simple seducing until he gets close enough to take it by force. Then he’ll blackmail the fact you two are having an affair behind Illumi’s back.

You’ll have to be a good actor or else Illumi will realize something is up. You will eventually confess, honesty is the best policy after all.

Illumi is furious, but intregued. He loves you, so, so, so much, and this is just a little hiccup. He’ll take care of it after he takes care of you... take that as you will. He will go to his father and try to figure out what the hell is going on, mainly because his programming doesn’t allow him to hurt family. They’ll talk, and either it will end or they will share.

Onto number two. The less likely to happen right away but I think it is still a possibility. They talk and they share, plain and simple. To everyone else you are Illumi’s wife/girlfriend, but to them you are Silva’s and Illumi’s property.

Fighting is useless. Trying to tell other people is futile. Help us no where to be seen and that is how it’ll always be.

NSFW:

Oh boy, this is something. Let’s say the two of them somehow get along much better than you would expect.

Illumi doesn’t get dibs, no, no, no, that luxury goes to Silva. He’ll be the one to take the most control in the situation and frankly that is how it’ll always be. Of course Illumi will get a turn, but if his father wants one, he’ll get it first.

Silva isn’t always a sexual prick though, he will be rewarding. Not to you though. He’ll reward Illumi with praises and techniques in bed, teaching him the best ways to fuck you.

No sexy action between the two of them btw. Just sexy action between you, threesomes are common occurrence too. They’ll stretch you out and train you like a sex deviant, you will forget what sex is like with one person.

They are more likely to take turns, I can’t really see any of them being too into anal. Double penetration once you get loose enough, yeah, totally. Your walls can make the room for the both of them.

They will wear you out. No breaks and multiple rounds. Your eyes will be inside your skull all while drool spills from your lips. Overstimulation! They will both watch you as the other fucks you senseless. No matter what, their eyes are glued on you. And they can’t wait until their next turn.

Pregnancy isn’t too much of an issue, I mean they both have the same genes so no one would wonder who the kid is with. Illumi’s of course, right? Honestly, neither of you guys know who’s baby it is. If they end up with white hair, it just skipped a generation. To the public it is Illumi’s though, so your kids will probably just be labeled as his for simplicities sake.

Good luck.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere illumi x reader #yandere illumi zoldyck #yandere illumi #yandere zoldyck #yandere silva x reader #yandere silva zoldyck #Yandere silva

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viscountessevie · 2 years

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They’re setting S3 up to flop—inexplicably—since they could’ve tried rehabbing the characters next season before S4. It’s bad: Penelope and Colin are both assholes and not even In a fun way. Penelope is a villainous loser; Colin is useless and a prick. Luke is tbh just not attractive and has negative charisma. Like that he’s going to be in the company of RJP and JB insults me personally. There’s no chemistry to speak of over two seasons. Their story is pretty sad/pathetic. And they’re following Kanthony. Whew lmao.

S3 will probably be like S2 in that Kate and Anthony will make it worth watching.

You CAME for Pelican's wigs, anon and damn I was taken back because you DID NOT hold back. Thank you for sending this in - it had me shook in the best way!!

You're very right, Pelican has become unbearable on the show. I agree with every word said about Penalty in this ask. She clearly is the villain but constantly victimises herself - I’m so sick of her schtick. These are no longer the characters from RMB anymore. However, I will refute that Colin isn't so much an asshole but an idiot - a racially ignorant one now after his first interaction in S2 with Will. It felt so charged with racial undertones, it left with a bad taste in my mouth. Yeah, he tried to apologise for it with bringing Will customers but too little too late. He should have never talked to him that way in the first place.

While I used to bully (affectionate) Newts for not looking like a HR hero, but now I try not to put down his looks anymore it's not like he can control it. It was a mix of genes and the HMU this season who decided they needed to make him look homeless and got a bad tan from Beverly Hills. They did him so dirty this season. Aren't people coming from vacay supposed to look better??

I've talked about his lack of charisma on screen before: he is pretty sweet in interviews but doesn't shine on screen. More on that in this post and the exact snippet here for reference:

I think the smart decision would be to stick to the books order and just give Luke T his time to shine as Benedict in S3 - like Benny was just okay and a little creepy in his book but I didn’t know this as an S1 viewer and thought Luke T stole the show as Benny. He’s just so expressive and effortlessly hilarious, he definitely makes an impact every season with the limited time he’s got. So hopefully Luke T can join the ranks of RJP & Jonny next season - pick the right Luke, Shonda you can do this.

Like you said, S3 needs to be for Pelican to have a rehabilitation of their characters - Penalty NEEDS to do an apology tour or her redemption will mean nothing but these writers hate making their protags take accountability so I’m not holding my breath. Newts as Colin needs a glo-up - either commit to a full beard or yeet it, and get him a better hairstyle. Character wise, mans needs an interest, personality and arc that is his own and doesn’t revolve around Penalty and Greece. As for the chemistry bit, I don’t know how I feel about it tbh because in S1 it was kinda cute because we’ve all been there with an unrequited schoolgirl crush that we eventually get over. He also seemed to get along with her well enough. So I was pretty neutral and their chemistry wasn’t overwhelming me in a good or bad way for me to comment on last season. This season, coupled with the fact that she almost killed Marina, her crush is very creepy and obsessive and now it may be a bias against them but I do not see any chemistry at all.

Their book story was okay the overall plot was too 'perfect' and polished so they felt very superficial and their conflicts were silly. They lacked the depth some of the stronger couples of the series had (Kathony & Franchel babey - I haven’t read Hy & Greg’s books so cannot comment on those yet) Not to mention, the way he treated her in the books when he was jealous was problematic. I have no idea what they are gonna do for the show but I worry for his life. He's gonna fuck up one of these days and she's gonna fuck his shit up even more. As if imploding his first engagement and calling him stupid for it wasn't enough.

As much as I disliked 70% of the changes made to Book 2 and alll the stupid Featherington side plot screen time, the show as its own thing PEAKED this season. Jimone brought their A-Game and carried this season on their backs. The general audience ADORES them and they are going to be a tough act to follow not going to lie. Honestly I truly think Luke T’s Ben paired with an equally strong Sophie can pull it off! Someone call @sweetestviscount Lav's chiropractor, Kathony and Ben are gonna need him after carrying Pelican's season - may it be S3 or 4 (for everyone's sakes it better be in S4).

If S3 truly is about Pelican, I really want to send Shondaland a message and not watch it. I refuse to give them my views for making SUCH a bad decision and will probably pirate the season if my curiosity gets the better of me or as I’ve said in previous asks, I’ll just watch the YT scene compilations of Kathony and my other faves in S3.

#Bridgerton #Penelope Critical #Asks

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smellsfaintlyofvanilla · 3 years

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what about ymir comforting sad reader?🥺

This account has been open for like two weeks and this is the first non-Annie request lmao

Warm

(Ymir x Reader)

AU: Modern

Warnings: None

Category: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Summary: Ymir's s/o is having a bad day, and she notices.

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Stepping through the door, you clicked the lock shut behind you, and threw the key in the general direction of the nearest counter.

Tears of frustration pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you bit your bottom lip to prevent them from spilling out. You huffed out an annoyed breath, and stormed off to your bedroom.

Today had been awful. Well, that was a bit of an understatement. You had had a pretty nasty fight with a close friend, and it left you hurting. You would be a liar if you said you weren’t part of the problem as well, but a lot of the things they said had been uncalled for and unnecessarily personal. You needed to take a breather.

Upon entering the room, you stretched your hands over your head to try and relieve some of the tension in your back, and you closed your eyes whilst taking in a deep, long breath.

They opened rather reluctantly, however, as you heard something clatter to the ground right behind you. Turning your head, you saw it was just the bracelet you wore around your left wrist everyday.

You think back to the day you got the bracelet. It was something your girlfriend had gotten you about a year ago, when you had celebrated your first year together. It was simple, just a small gold chain that ran around your wrist, but it had a small heart charm attached to it, and on the back, was a ‘Y’, for her name, followed by a plus sign and then the first letter of your first name. Obviously meant to symbolize the two of you staying together forever, and the idea undeniably made your heart flutter.

You bent over to pick it up, admiring the sentiment behind the jewelry as you slipped it back around your wrist. You went to stand up, but since you weren’t looking where you were going, you hit the top of your head on the corner of your dresser. Hard.

“Ow! Son of a-” Your hands shot up to the top of your head as you stood up and stumbled backwards. Conveniently, you weren’t given much time to scramble around, since the back of your leg hit the side of your bed, and you fell backwards clumsily.

Your back hit the bed sheets with a soft thud, and you groaned and rubbed your head. This day is not getting any better... You sulked internally.

You sighed, opting to just succumb to the comfort of your bed. Y’know, sleeping the day away doesn’t sound so bad...

You turned over onto your side, and pulled the blanket over your shoulders for warmth, curling up into the fetal position.

But a sudden cold breeze blew into your open window, whisking the blanket off of your shoulders and onto the other side of the room. You shivered at the sudden lack of warmth, and curled further into yourself. You didn’t want to get up and grab the blanket- you didn’t want to get up at all. You just wanted to feel warm.

Thinking about warmth made a certain brunette girl pop into your head. Your girlfriend.

You wished she were here right now. She always had a knack for cheering you up on days like this. She always held you in her arms and reminded you how much she loved you. It made you feel safe, being in her grip. But she had left a few hours ago to run some errand, and one glance at the clock reminded you that she wouldn’t be back for some time.

Or so you thought.

The front door clicked open, and you turned around to look, confused. The only one with a key to your front door was Ymir. Your heart started beating faster, still unsure if it was your lover that had returned or a burglar.

“Hey beautiful!” A voice called from across the dorm. You calmed down at the sound of her soothing voice. You recognized the soothing, somewhat teasing tone that your girlfriend always greeted you with. “The market is closed today for whatever reason, so I’m back a little earlier than expected.”

“Hello, Ymir.” You responded, hearing her footsteps approach the bed. You didn’t turn to look at her at all, still content with being curled up on the side of the bed.

Ymir’s charismatic smile faded into a look of curiosity. It was standard for you two to greet each other with pet names after not seeing the other for a few hours, so calling her by her name instead of something like “darling” or “honey” was a bit strange. Stranger still was the fact that you hadn’t moved from the bed, hugging yourself as you lay folded on the sheets. She looked forward to the usual “I missed you" hug that you gave her every time she returned home to you.

“Is something the matter baby?” You felt the weight of the bed dip on the opposite side as she sat down next to you, setting her large but gentle hand on your shoulder. “You seem pretty out of it.”

You shrugged, exhaling shakily through your teeth as another breeze blew in through the window. Your teeth chattered relentlessly.

She thought about it for a second, before settled herself down next to you. She planted her face on the back of your neck, and her arms slinked around your torso, spooning herself against you. Her strong arms pulled your arms to un-cross themselves, and she grabbed your frigid hands tightly in her own.

Her touch was extremely warming to you. Not only did her body heat stop your shivering within seconds, but it made you feel loved. Ymir was always good at doing that, making sure you understand how special and important you were to her.

“Do you want to talk about it baby?” She muttered, before planting a short, but sweet, kiss to the back of your neck. You felt your heart flutter at the affection, as heat rushed to your cheeks.

You weren’t sure if you were ready to talk about it just yet, though, so you let out a prolonged hum before muttering “Maybe...” You brought up her hand, which was still tangled in yours, and kissed each individual knuckle gently, showing silent affection for the brunette. Although you couldn’t quite see it, you could feel her smile gently against your neck.

Contemplating what she should do to help you out of the little rut you were in right now, she settled on an idea, and got up and off the bed without saying a word.

You perked your head up in confusion, missing not only the body heat she gave off, but the feeling of affection and love that she gave you.

Still, you watched as she bent over and collected the blanket that lay neglected on the floor, and walked back in front of you.

“Ymir? What are you doing?”

She laid the blanket flat on the bed next to you wordlessly, before finally speaking up.

“Lay on your back, on the blanket.” She spoke, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. She doesn’t mean...

Still, you did as she asked, and as soon as you did, she moved her arms underneath the blanket and picked you up bridal style.

Oh.

You wrapped the sides of the blanket overtop of you, and tried to hide your blush from your face as Ymir slowly started walking out of the room with you.

“Hm? Why is your face red, Y/n?” She inquired, teasingly. She knew why, of course, but getting a reaction out of you would be ten times better, she decided.

You didn’t answer, of course, and only hid yourself under the blanket, basically becoming a cocoon in your girlfriend’s arms. She only laughed at you, but it wasn’t a mean-spirited laugh at all- it was a happy laugh. One that you could just feel the love and awe drip from it’s tone.

You felt Ymir finally stop walking, before setting you down on something cushy and comfortable. You poke your head out like a gopher in a prairie and noticed that she set you down on the couch, and was now searching around the TV stand for something. Letting out a small ‘aha’, she picked up the remote she had been looking for, and settled on the couch. She flipped through the channels absentmindedly, before deciding on a channel you were both fond of.

She settled onto the couch, sitting sideways and leaning her back against the armrest. You stared at her for a moment, and it seems your attempts at telepathy were a success, because she gave in, opening her arms wide and allowing you to shuffle up and against her.

You rested your head against her chest, not even pretending to watch whatever was on at the moment. The blanket draped over you, plus the beautiful girl you lay leaning against allowed you to finally relax, feeling your body temperature return to normal, no longer frigid.

The nap you wanted so much earlier threatened to drag you into its clutches, and you neglected to fight it. Ymir noticed your sleepiness, and ran her large, bony hand through your hair in the way that she knew you found soothing. She leaned down to kiss your forehead, and she smirked at the small smile that formed on your lips.

“Goodnight darling.” She said, taking the hand that wasn’t in your hair and slowly running it down your back. She could wait to ask you what was bothering you until after your nap.

You tried to mumble a goodnight, but sleep had taken hold of most of your body, so all coherent speech was lost.

Still, through your muttering, the gentle words “I love you.” managed to slip past your lips.

Ymir smiled, closing her eyes too, deciding that she may as well try to get some rest as well.

“I love you too...”

aaaaaaaaaaa i hate this

It feels a little rushed and not super with the prompt so let me know if you want a redo or something asdflkj;aljgks

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #aot imagines #snk imagines #ymir #ymir aot #ymir snk #ymir x reader #fluff

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satendou · 4 years

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ʜɪᴛ sʜᴜғғʟᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ

→ do not disturb ;; halestorm

⥓ iwaizumi/reader/oikawa

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⥓ word count: 1.8k

⥓ warnings: dubcon ;; alcohol consumption, smut, stranger sex, spitroasting, creampie, unprotected sex

⥓ a/n: i didn’t want to make this longer than the others but i failed anyway. i had more ideas for this but it was already too long so oops lmao

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i’m on the very top floor, room 1334 // there’s a king size bed but we can do it on the floor // turn your cell phone off, leave a sign at the door that says // do not disturb // and if i were you, i’d bring your girlfriend too // two is better than one, three is better than two // leave a sign on the door, the whole night through that says // do not disturb // do not disturb //

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you glanced up at iwaizumi curiously as he wrapped on the door. you’ve never seen his hands shake before and wonder why he even agreed to this if he was so nervous.

on second thought, why did you even agree to this when you had never seen this person before? it was iwa who met them in the bar, suggested you go up to their room, and you had no idea what was in store for you. this was dubious at best, dangerous at worst, and iwa had to be more drunk than you thought to agree to it in the first place. not that you were much better since you had agreed as well.

the door opened and your heart caught in your throat, nerves flaring up and making the already wobbly hallway start to spin.

oikawa tooru, the international volleyball superstar, stood in the doorway, sans shirt and smirking as he eyed you up and down.

“well, i didn’t know your girlfriend was so pretty too, iwa-chan,” he purred, and you could hear the slur to his words indicating he was from sober. “but i’m glad you decided to come.”

he stepped back, allowing iwaizumi to draw you further into the room and you looked around at the royal suite. oikawa’s hand rested on your back, guiding you through the living room area towards a door on the right, which turned out to be the bedroom. the curtains were open on the city night sky and two bottles of champagne sat in a bucket of ice beside three glasses on a table in front of it.

“are you sure you’re alright with this?” oikawa asked as he walked over to the table and picked up a bottle. the cork popped and the alcohol fizzed as he poured each flute full and, against your better judgement, you took it when he handed it to you.

iwa’s arm around your waist tightened for a moment and when you looked up, you registered the silent question in his hazy eyes.

maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way oikawa’s muscles rippled beneath his skin with every simple movement he made, or maybe it was the dark and promising lust in his chocolate brown eyes that made you nod, but either way you found yourself suddenly pinned between the two men.

you were already warm from the alcohol, but the heat radiating off the two of them made you feel faint, and oikawa snickered.

“you look warm, princess,” he cooed, and his fingers were rough and calloused as they grazed under your shirt, pushing it up. “let’s get this off, hm?”

you gulped harshly and blurted out, “my name is _____.”

iwa chuckled behind you, teeth nipping the lobe of your ear while oikawa said, “that’s pretty, but i don’t think we need it tonight, princess.”

your shirt was pulled up over your head and another pair of hands swiftly unzipped your skirt, letting it and your panties fall to the floor uselessly, already forgotten as fingers skimmed up between your thighs.

you weren’t even sure whose hands were whose now, your head unable to process anything but the brief touch against your lower lips. it was too hard to hold your head up, and you let it fall back to rest against iwaizumi’s shoulder. he was fiddling with the buttons of his shirt against your back, and you barely registered that that meant it was oikawa who was touching you so intimately, his fingers circling your clit while his mouth latched onto your neck.

“oh, what’s this?” he murmured against your skin, gathering up the rush of wetness against his fingers. “am i making you feel good? you’re so wet all of a sudden.”

you whined, squirming against iwaizumi’s chest as oikawa prodded at your dripping hole, slipping one long, thick finger inside. he smirked at the noise, curling it inside you and you jumped when a second finger slid in beside his, moving against oikawa’s.

“h-haji,” you gasped, hips jerking in his hold. the alcohol was both helping and hindering you, sending you careening towards your orgasm every time oikawa’s thumb swiped your clit but it was impossible to think beyond it. the fingers inside you moved out of rhythm against your spongy walls, one focusing on one particular spot inside you and you came with a loud cry, tangling your fingers in oikawa’s hair.

“she’s even prettier when she comes,” oikawa commented, withdrawing his finger from you and slipping it into his mouth. “and her taste. hajime, you’re so lucky.”

iwa chuckled behind you, placing kisses all over your shoulder and neck before turning your head to claim your lips. “i know it, tooru. why don’t you get on your knees and thank him for making you come, princess?”

“o-okay,” you whisper, letting him push you down to the thick carpet.

oikawa smirked, looking down at your wide, glossy eyes as you waited patiently, lips already parted. “oh, you’ve got her well trained,” he commented, pushing his sweats down his muscular legs.

he wasn’t as big as iwa, but he was just as rough, gripping your hair in a fist and guiding your mouth to the tip of his cock. strings of precum were already trailing down his shaft and he groaned when you took him halfway before stopping, gagging lightly around him.

“you can do better than that, princess,” iwa said, the encouragement laced with warning, and tears pricked your eyes as you took him further still, relaxing your throat as much as you could. oikawa’s cum was bitter and unfamiliar on your tongue, almost unpleasant, but the way iwa was watching you and stroking his cock made you forget about it. “you know your safe word if you want to stop.”

all you could do was blink in response, hands wrapping around oikawa’s thick thighs as he fucked your mouth as he pleased. the room was filled with your gagging and choking, drool spilling down over your chin. your vision was blurry with tears, turning them into fuzzy outlines as iwa guided oikawa into a kiss. you recognized the sound of iwa’s moans mixing with oikawa’s and whined, earning a sharp jerk of his hips which forced your nose into the neatly trimmed curls at the base of his cock.

“fuck, that’s good,” he grunted, pulling away from iwaizumi to look down at you. the sight earned a groan from your partner, who was looking down at you with a dark gleam in his eyes. “why don’t you take her from behind? i wanna feel her moan around me while i come down her throat.”

to your surprise, oikawa pulled from your mouth, coaxing you to follow him towards a chair by the window. as soon as he was seated, he filled your mouth again while iwa settled between your knees. pulling on your hips, he positioned you until he could slip his cock inside you, filling you with one quick thrust and you cried out his name. it was muffled and unrecognizable with the cock filling your mouth, but he understood all the same while oikawa moaned.

grinning up at oikawa, he said, “i forgot to warn you-- she’s a screamer.”

the smirk oikawa tried to offer was wiped away, his head tipping back to rest on the chair as iwaizumi set a brutal pace, his hips slapping against yours and drawing a litany of muffled moans from you. your scalp was on fire from oikawa’s grip, but you didn’t even think* about asking him to stop, too focused on the mounting pleasure between your legs. the sweet sting of two cocks stretching you out and oikawa’s girth cutting off your oxygen caused you to go cross-eyed, struggling to keep your eyes open until iwa’s hand wrapped around your throat, applying the lightest pressure.

he groaned and called oikawa’s name. the dishevelled male gave him a bleary look, following iwa’s arm down to your throat. “i can feel you fucking her throat.”

his hand was quickly replaced with oikawa’s and he choked upon feeling his cock move against his palm.

“fuck, fuck,” he snarled, pushing your face down against his pelvis as he came, forcing you to swallow and gag around every drop of his cum.

your vision swam, already fucked up due to the alcohol, and the light pressure he applied around throat narrowed your focus down to the slide and stretch of iwa’s cock inside you, grazing your tender g-spot as his balls slapped against your clit and you cried out around oikawa’s softening cock as you came.

iwa cursed behind you, continuing to slam into you even though you were trembling in his hands, squirming to get away. “ah, ah, princess. i haven’t come yet, so sit still and take it.”

your nails bit into oikawa’s skin, his grip keeping you from pulling away from his cock sitting soft in your mouth now. it was already stirring to life again as you whined and begged, words slurring around him and he snickered.

iwa snarled at last and stuffed himself all the way inside you, rocking his hips as he came inside your oversensitive cunt. like oikawa, he remained inside you after he was finished, using you as a cockwarmer from both ends while they talked above your head.

“i’m not leaving until tomorrow afternoon,” oikawa drawled, petting your hair and massaging your scalp where he had been holding. your eyes fluttered to half-closed, staring up at him with glittering eyes, makeup smeared down your cheeks from your tears. you were the prettiest sight he’d seen in a while. “and i could use some company in that king size bed.”

“what do you say, princess?” iwa asked, pulling you off oikawa’s cock by the hair at long last.

it took you a moment to process what he’d asked, and he gripped your jaw in his other hand, repeating his question.

“u-um, okay,” you whispered, forcing your glazed eyes to focus on oikawa, reclining in the chair wearing a leisurely smirk. “that sounds good.”

both men snickered at your blissed out, slurred words, wondering if you even knew what you were agreeing to. iwa lifted you up, depositing you on top of the egyptian cotton sheets adorning the bed. it was probably the nicest you’d ever laid on, and you were too fucked out to even appreciate it.

the two men hovered over you, sharing a look before climbing on beside you, and oikawa considered extending the room payment for a day, just to compensate for what he intended to do to you tonight.

#oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader x iwaizumi #haikyuu x reader #hit shuffle; 1k event #tw: dubcon #tw: dubcon ;; alcohol

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pugh-bug · 3 years

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Scott Lang x reader slow burn Chapter 10

Warnings: none really just more angst and swearing but less than last week because i wanted to do a more light hearted chapter (this is just that by my standards lmao) I hope you enjoy … there is going to be smut VERY soon

The last week had been harder to manage than any ‘villain’ or threat to humanity that your friends had faced. Of course the physical and global destruction was lacking but your heart felt broken beyond repair. It had been a fucking disaster from start to finish and was not getting much better.

‘Come on Y/N, it’ll be okay.’

But Thor was wrong, it wasn’t. You had had to form a set of strict rules to get through each day. Number 1 (pretty obvious) :avoid Scott like the plague. Number 2: drink less and Number 3: try and stop crying over IT. None of them were proving easy and not at all fun but they did make you look a little less unhinged to your friends. Of course Thor and Tony knew how upset you were with Nat not far behind. The constant sympathetic ‘poor you’ looks were growing patronising and getting old. If they couldn’t treat you like a stable person how could you act like one?

Contact with Scott had been incredibly brief and tense to say the least. You just missed him. Who were you meant to fool around with? Who was going to hold your hand while you slept or make fun of Parker or drive you home to keep you safe? When you were alone and closed your eyes you could hear him: ‘I’m sorry if I’ve lead you on in anyway.’ But by Friday it didn’t make you cry anymore to recall it. It wasn’t sad it was frustrating. ‘Lead you on’ of course he’d lead you on and you wanted to call him out for it. Call him what your heartbroken self wanted to, a-

‘Prick!’

It was Monday: Thor’s weekly game night with ‘Noobmaster69’ and he was losing. Horrifically. Asgardians weren’t exactly fond of losing and there was, you had to admit, a lot of joy in witnessing someone so powerful fail so badly. Well you had to find relief in something. Although you did have one thing to be proud of: finally washing your greasy hair only to hear Peter singing as he got out. And you didn’t poke any fun at him because Scott wasn’t there to hear.

After deciding to stay on the couch with Thor, watching him being competitive, you continued your silent ‘soul searching’ that was so tiresome. You had become an expert on analysing every Scott interaction you had and without new ones to ‘study’ you were spent. Bored. Bored of waiting for nothing. Occasionally, you’d press pause on your self pitying to smile at Thor. Being so preoccupied with Scott had made you more neglectful of his friendship. All of your friendships really. You couldn’t remember the last long conversation you’d had with Tony that wasn’t about Scott.

‘Die! Die! Oh come o-ah Scott!’

You tried not to turn to look but it was unavoidable. Scott was stood beside the tv all of a sudden, looking dishevelled and out of place. It had been torture not to ask anyone and everyone what exactly he’d been doing the last week. ‘He’s out.’ ‘No ones seen him much today.’ ‘I dunno, maybe he’s partying.’ Fucking torture to hear. Although it was probably best he was out doing ‘things’ and away from you. At least you wouldn’t have to try and make eye contact without fighting tears. Except for that night. Of course he had to be in that night.

‘Thor…Y/N.’ Scott was almost worse than you for subtlety, his green eyes darted from Thor gaming happily to your pained eyes. And his were pained too. There was a guiltiness pressing down on him but Nat would have thought that was good. You didn’t want to be awkward around him or continue this ‘avoiding each other at all costs’ thing so you tried to end it the best way you knew how.

‘Did you hear Peter’s singing?’

It was the first thing you’d said to Scott that wasn’t ‘er’ or ‘hi’ in so long you could see relief wash over him. And you felt it wash over you in a smooth satisfying wave because his reply was:

‘Yes! It was Britney, so I had to listen.’

You both laughed, still feeling the need to to stay on opposite sides of the room for safety reasons. Thor looked amused for a moment but was invested in his game. Sweet.

‘Well,’ you leaned across the couch craving your neck closer to Scott. ‘If you like Britney maybe we should have a 00s themed party!’ Was it out of pocket? Probably. Did it feel forced to say? Yes. Did Scott look confused? Absolutely but he played along for both your sakes. It felt silly to suddenly be discussing pop star icon: Britney Spears to the man you’d been crying so heartedly over for so long. You couldn’t help feeling that he knew this wasn’t the two of you going back to ‘normal’. Not really. You had admitted far too much to ever have a ‘normal’ friendship. However it was a start.

‘Can the two of you discuss whatever nonsense Britney Spears is somewhere else?’ Thor looked as annoyed as you could be over something unimportant. Still the two of you shared a look meaning ‘Let’s leave him to it’ and walked together out of the living room. It didn’t hit you that this was the first time you had been alone with Scott since the car ‘incident’ until Nat saw you both and walked away.

‘Wow.’ You both scoffed at his strong words against Britney. ‘To speak of our lord and saviour in such a distasteful way.’ Scott dramatically put his hand on his heart and ‘fell’ backwards in agreement. ‘The horror!’ He exclaimed before you both chuckled.

‘Hey guys?’ It was Peter and he looked confused at the sight of you and Scott laughing. But who wouldn’t be after all the avoiding? You were just as confused as a participant. ‘Everyone’s kind of busy and I wanted to see B-‘

‘Back to the future playing in IMAX yes I’ll take you.’ The look in Peter’s face- bless him- he looked so pleased. Such a child. ‘Pff.’ You couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a dad Scott had just become (and the twisted part of you brain did find it a bit hot).

‘There’s a showing at 2:45-‘

‘Right. Well we’ll go to that one.’

‘Um,’

Whilst Scott was buying tickets he didn’t notice Peter’s anxious eyes flitting towards you in hopes you would offer to come. The truth was you didn’t know if one brief Britney discussion guaranteed an invite. It didn’t seem like enough but Peter looked concerned for you. Did he not want to be alone with Scott or did he not want you to feel left out? Which was it?

Your eyes moved from Peter’s to Scott’s but he chose not to give a verbal response so you let it be. ‘Enjoy yourselves,’ you smiled, overly enthusiastic as you walked away backwards. Something that didn’t escape your notice as you left was the sign of relief from Peter. There was your answer.

Mirroring Peter you let out a sign of your own, that Scott probably heard, and went to your room- but not before passing Wanda. ‘What’s wrong?’ Before you could think of a response she grinned and grabbed your hand. ‘Tony’s taking us to his pool. He’s had it redone- come on let’s go, come with us.’ Hmm. Swimming. Interactive. But she looked so excited- bless her- so you caved and returned her smile before getting changed.

Less than 15 minutes later you were sat in the passenger seat of Tony’s favourite car (you’d called shotgun of course) listening to Eminem. Poor Wanda was crammed in between Sam and Thor behind you, probably wishing she had just flown there. ‘Sam why couldn’t you have flown- to make room for Wanda?’ You asked. ‘I’m not gonna risk getting them wet. Do you know how difficult they are to re-‘

‘Look at her she’s squished though.’

‘I’ve not had enough sleep for this.’

‘I’m not arguing with you I’m just say-‘

‘Children children!’ Tony commanded the car, to no ones surprise. ‘This is not about flying. This is about getting Y/N to cheer up and for all of you to appreciate my architectural skills.’ He was driving over the speed limit but who was going to tell Tony to slow down? The man was overly caffeinated and overly theatrical.

Another 15 minutes later and you were in the ridiculously fancy changing rooms Tony had had built. ‘Why did you build so many if it’s private?’ You yelled over the door.

‘It was a strange week! Inspiration struck!’

Thor seemed to be struggling with the term ‘modesty’ because-

‘Jesu- fuck! PUT PANTS ON!’

The sound of Wanda being flashed by a God was enough to make you almost pee from laughing. They were all such children. That was a clear explanation for why you had admired Scott as soon as you’d met him. Yes he was silly but he’d actually been married. He was mature in other ways. You tried not to picture him in the cinema with Peter because what did you have to be jealous of? Peter was still dating MJ as far as you knew and Scott saw him the same way you did. You still wanted him there with you all even if it was going to be uncomfortable.

And then sadness clung itself to you like a rope with no slack. You forgot why you were even where you were in the first place. Why had you come? Oh for Wanda. But Tony said this was to cheer you up? You’d even forgotten how to swim properly, it had been so long. It had been too long since anything normal.

Tags: @supraveng @thottio @wandamaximoffshoe @aliceblxck @merleisapartygod

#marvel #marvel fandom #paul rudd #scott lang #antman #antman x y/n #antman x reader #Scott Lang x reader #Scott Lang slow burn #slow burn #angst #Scott Lang angst #Scott Lang x y/n #marvel x y/n #scott lang fluff #avengers

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skloomdumpster · 2 years

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I'm terrible at this and idk if this fits today but I wanted to send something for wacky wednesday so here ya go: Shadow and Bone AU. Which fate character would be which character from SAB?

ghsjdkf you're doing amazing Val, I'm the one who's struggling. I need HELP with this one.

you know what, i'm gonna make this cursed.

Alina: Bloom. Sun summoner, one of a kind, hot headed.

Morozova: .......Andreas. I KNOW, don't come for my house or my brand. I know it's supposed to be skloomdumpster, but like hear me out. Incredibly broody, but full of boyish charm when she gets to know him better, only for him to actually be a fucking immortal who wants to kill everyone!

Mal: Sky. Loves her to bits, is terribly dense, Strong and Sweet, himbo.

Matthias: Riven. Gloomy and sullen witch-hunter, ready to throw hands at every opportunity, actually a sweetheart. Will kill Musa or kill for Musa, whatever comes first.

Nina: Musa, sassy, dangerous, incredibly competent, and a huge horny prick. SIMP genes. enjoying needling Riven too much. Will kill him or kill for him, whatever comes first.

Kaz: Stella, Edge Lord lmao, wants everyone to think she is menacing. High born, but Luna rejected having a daughter so Stella has an on going vendetta against Luna. Hates hugs (not really).

Jesper: Terra, bi icon who throws her charm around and can talk you into anything. I also just love the idea of her being a sharp shooter.

Inej: Aisha, JUSTICE before anything and everything. Terrible past but still wants to see the good in people, but when faced with saving a person she loves or no-killing-rule, she picks the person she loves. Full of moral dilemmas, immediately befriends Bloom.

Fedyor: Dane, huge smile, soft spoken, boyish- Still EVIL! Don't be fooled Bloom, still very much siding with the Darkling and his woman, Bea.

Ivan: Beatrix. Mean, menacing, only ever smiles to Dane and Andreas, ready to kill for both or just to kill in general. No lost love for Bloom.

#fate the winx saga #CURSED POST IS CURSED #ww #sab

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maliby · 4 years

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Hard | ty (m)

↬ Pairing: sub idol!Taeyong x fem dom idol!Reader | idol!Jaehyun x idol!Reader (if you squint) ↬ Story Genre: smut, pwp, tiny bit of angst, idol!au ↬ Warnings: explicit language, explicit sex scene, improv kinky shit (when the urges call and you ain’t home, you gotta work with what you got lmao) ↬ Word count: 4K ↬ Summary: Jealousy led you to spy on your boyfriend Taeyong at Music Bank. Jealousy also led you to fuck the shit out of him in NCT’s dressing room so everyone could hear who he belonged to.

“So, Jaehyun-ah, who’s your ideal type?”

NCT 127 was in the midst of their ‘Kick it’ comeback, which meant endless promotions. The show currently airing on the TV in your dorm’s living room was a new one called ‘Glossy Gossip’. You didn’t particularly like this show or the nosy host, but it was really popular amongst fangirls and thus NCT 127 was on it. This time though, only Jaehyun and your boyfriend Taeyong had been invited.

“Mmmh, I’d say Y/N from Pixies.”

Jaehyun’s crush on you was no news for you, in fact, even everyone in NCT 127 knew of it. The surprising thing was that he was admitting it on national television right in front of your boyfriend. You would be lying though if you said you didn’t enjoy watching Taeyong trying to hide his jealousy by clenching his jaw.

Before you met your boyfriend, you had made out with Jaehyun at Seulgi’s birthday party. For you, it was just a fling, which was why you convinced Jaehyun not to tell Taeyong. Ruining their team dynamic because of an old fling just wasn’t worth it.

The whole situation changed when Jaehyun decided to out the both of you on a game of truth or dare. He asked you between him and Taeyong who was the better kisser and after assuring your boyfriend that it was a meaningless fling from before the two of you had met, you answered Taeyong.

“I love it! Keeping it in the SM family! She is very beautiful, you two would make a dashing couple!” The MC said, making you immediately cringe at her words.

“What about you Taeyong-ah, who’s your ideal type?”

You thought he was going to say your name, after all, you would definitely say his, but your world dropped as soon as another woman’s name fell off of his lips.

“Lisa,” he said nonchalantly, as he plunged a metaphorical dagger into your heart.

“Ohhh, last time she was here she said you were exactly her type! Can I be invited to your wedding?”

You picked up the remote and immediately turned off the TV, not being willing to hear his response.

How could he say that without an inch of hesitation? How could he say fucking Lisa’s name and not yours? Was he that petty because Jaehyun had said your name? Or were you just that insignificant to him?

That day you ignored all of Taeyong’s messages and calls. You even skipped practice and stayed home so you wouldn’t run the risk of bumping into him at SM. You thought that that would be enough to make him understand that you didn’t want to talk to him but as soon as you heard him knocking at your door you realized how stupid you were to underestimate his persistence.

“Y/N let me in, I know you’re in there.”

“You must be mistaken, Blackpink’s dorm is 100 meters from here,” you yelled back at him in a petty tone.

He stopped knocking, a sigh being the only thing you could hear through the door. “Y/N I’m sorry, I was being petty about the whole Jaehyun situation and him saying your name…”

You opened the door and saw him standing there with these sad puppy eyes that tugged at your heartstrings, but you were still fucking hurt.

“You really fucking hurt me, Yong.”

“Fuck, I know,” he ran in to hug you but you were aching so much that you couldn’t even hug him back. “I regretted it the moment I said it, that’s why I said that thing after.”

“What thing?” You broke off the hug, curiosity getting the best of you.

“You didn’t watch it?”

“I turned off the TV. As you can imagine, I wasn’t exactly eager to watch you talk about your future wedding with Lisa.”

He got closer to you and placed his hand on your cheek wanting to comfort you, “I said: ‘I’m sorry, I meant pizza’.”

There was a brief moment of silence before you broke out laughing.

“You really told her your ideal type was pizza?” It hurt that he said her name, but the fact that he regretted it right away and tried to mend it made you feel a lot better.

“Yes, you should have seen her face.”

The smile on his face was one of relief, a smile so sweet you couldn’t help to stare for, after all, you loved him with all your heart.

Taeyong gave you a soft kiss after a while of just staring, sighing against your lips. “I really am sorry baby, I wish I hadn’t caused you pain like that.”

“It’s fine now,” you leaned into the hand that was caressing your cheek so you could feel his warm touch.

“Will you forgive me?”

“I will.”

You promised Taeyong you would forgive him, but when it came to forgetting it was a whole different story. Especially when you learned that Blackpink was having a comeback and, therefore, going to the same music show programs as NCT 127.

You trusted Taeyong, you did, but the truth of the matter was that Lisa had confessed your boyfriend to be her ideal type, and now with his little slip up on national television you were sure she could get the wrong fucking idea and mess with what was yours. Taking all that into consideration, you decided that you needed to go to Music Bank to spy on them.

You knew your members would never cooperate with your dumb idea, especially your strict leader, so, taking advantage of the fact that your period was due tomorrow you made up some excuse about cramps so you could ‘stay home and rest. It was all a bunch of crap, of course, but something inside of you was telling you that you needed to be there, so you pulled up a favour with your manager and voilà, you were in.

You pulled up your face mask, tugged down your Adidas hat (to try and cover up your identity as much as possible), and went on exploring.

In reality, there weren’t that many places Taeyong could be in but, knowing your boyfriend’s appetite, you’re almost sure he’d be at the cafeteria. So, with that in mind, you turned right and followed the line of hungry idols to the cafeteria.

So far, none of the idols you walked by had recognized you, but in all fairness, none of them were your friends. The true test came when you saw Yuta speaking with Yuto from Pentagon near the entrance of the cafeteria. Yuta saw you practically every day, thus it would be highly likely that he would recognize you. So, you turned your head in the opposite direction, sped up your pace, and prayed to the Lord he wouldn’t recognize you.

What you didn’t expect was, after successfully passing by the two Japanese friends without being recognized and preparing to open the cafeteria doors, going face-first to an exiting Johnny and falling backwards, dropping your hat on the floor in the process.

“Oh, I’m so sor-” he reached for your hand but stopped in surprise as he recognized you, leaving you to stand up on your own. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Y/N?” You heard Yuta also ask behind you.

“Fuck.” You whispered to yourself as you tried to think of an excuse that wouldn’t make you look like a crazy person. “I- Oh! I’m here because Taeyong asked me to bring him something that he forgot,” you smiled, feeling proud of your lie.

“Oh, ok,” he answered, “not like him to forget things though.”

“Yeah, he must be stressed with this whole comeback thing, you know how he is. Is he in the cafeteria?”

“Yeah, he’s grabbing a snack with-”

“No!” You heard Yuta interrupt him, immediately ditching his friend and coming into your conversation with Johnny. “He left 5 minutes ago, don’t you remember Johnny?”

“Oh, yes, right. I’m so worried about the stage performance that I totally forgot.”

Johnny was a terrible liar, one of the reasons why you loved playing poker with him, and one of the reasons why your heart was beating so fast right now. You knew he was lying. You knew they were lying, and if they were lying, that meant that Taeyong was definitely in the cafeteria and probably doing something that you wouldn’t like.

“Let me through,” you passed through Johnny and Yuta and walked right in the cafeteria, immediately spotting Taeyong and Lisa giggling while they filled their stomachs with sandwiches. You should feel better at the fact that they were in the company of Jennie, Mark and Jaehyun and not alone but in reality, you didn’t.

Taeyong had his back to you so he could never have predicted the way in which you were about to storm into their conversation. You marched towards their table, pulled out the empty chair right next to your boyfriend and stared right at Lisa.

“Is this seat taken? Thanks” you sat even before she could answer.

“Oh Y/N!” she interjected as you took off your mask, “I didn’t know you were promoting,” she innocently smiled at you, not having a clue of the shit storm that was about to happen.

In truth, not even the idols knew of your relationship with Taeyong, only your group, NCT and a few SM people but that’s it. So, you couldn’t really blame Lisa for taking advantage of one of the hottest fucking guys on this planet saying on television that he’d be down to fuck her. Of course not, that would be irrational of you, but see, irrational was all you could manage to be right now.

“Can I join in?” You asked Taeyong, his eyes in shock as he looked at you, “it sounds like you were having a very lovely conversation.”

“Baby, it’s nothing I swear,” he immediately said.

“Oh, it’s not?”

“Ok, we need to get back to the dressing room. Let’s go, Jennie,” Lisa got up and left with her bandmate, fully understanding what was happening.

“Fuck, Taeyong, why are you doing this to me?” Tears were pricking at your eyes and you had the full notion that everybody was staring at you right now but you didn’t fucking care.

“Y/N, I wasn’t doing anything we were just talking about our comebacks I swear. Mark and Jaehyun were here the whole time they can tell you,” he desperately looked at his friends.

“Y/N it’s true, everywhere else was full so I asked them if they wanted to sit with us, it’s my fault,” Mark said. You had always loved Mark, you treated him like a baby brother, and you trusted him completely but, even he couldn’t make you feel better about this whole thing.

“Baby, I love you, I only want to be with you, trust me when I tell you this,” Taeyong grabbed your hand to calm you down, but you were so sick of this Lisa situation that you could only think of one thing. You grabbed Taeyong’s hand, pulled him up, and dragged him to his dressing room.

He tried to talk to you on your way there, to calm you down, but you completely ignored him. Talking wasn’t what you needed right now. You needed to make him yours and make you scream your name and no one else’s.

When you reached the dressing room you noticed the unnie that did their makeup sanitizing all the products to use on the members. Luckily, she also did your makeup from time to time and was your friend, so you didn’t feel awkward when you asked her if you could talk to Taeyong alone. She kindly conceded to your request and you followed her to the door, making sure to lock it after she left.

“Y/N?” He slowly got near you, testing the waters. When he moved to touch your cheek you blocked it. You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed until he sat on the nearest makeup chair.

“First, you say another woman’s name on national television, and then, you decide to make friends with her, behind my back. Do you want to fuck her? I know her dressing room is right next to this one, manager unnie told me. I can go in there and fetch her for you to fuck her, how’s that?”

“No! I only want you, you’re the only one for me, I swear!”

“Then don’t you fucking forget that,” you grabbed him by his sharp jaw and made him look right into your eyes before you straddled him and violently kissed him, like a wild animal marking its territory.

Taeyong’s hands promptly grabbed your ass but you swatted them out. “Do you want me? Do you want it? First, you have to be a good little boy, got it?”

This wasn’t the first time you dominated him. It all started with an innocent question: ‘Baby, do you have any kinks?’. From looking at Taeyong’s stage persona alone one would be miles away from imagining that he liked to be a sub from time to time. Everything about him screamed ‘raw dominating sex’, so to say you were a little surprised when he asked you to dominate him in bed was an understatement but the truth was, you liked it far more than you could ever have imagined. So, since then, dom Y/N was a common occurrence in bed, and she definitely was about to make an appearance at one of Music Bank’s dressing rooms.

“Yes,” you pressed harder on his cock to make him realize he was missing a little something. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be your good little boy”

“That’s my baby boy,” your hand slid down his chest and abs which were exposed thanks to the revealing outfit he was wearing for the ‘Kick it’ promotions.

“I need you to do something for me baby,” you got up from on top of him, already missing the way his hardening cock was pressing against your centre, and placed your foot on top of his dick, applying a little bit of pressure. “Untie my sneakers and take out the shoelaces.”

While he worked on your shoes you made sure to massage his dick, you needed him to be nice and hard for what you had in store for him. Once he was finished you picked up one of the shoelaces and placed the other on the vanity right next to you. You then moved to his back and tied his hands behind the chair.

“Taeyong, Taeyong...why are you so misbehaved? Why do you have to make me look like a crazy bitch in front of everyone?”

“I-I don’t know ma’am.” You straddled him once again, the pressure on his cock making him choke upon his words.

“You don’t know?” You reached for the other shoelace and slowly ran it over his body, making his nipples perk up. “I think your problem is that you’re way too damn handsome.”

While your left hand moved between you two to cup his hard cock your right one grabbed his bleached hair to expose his neck to your starving mouth. “You drive me fucking crazy Yong.”

“Fuck,” he moaned.

Your hand slipped through his pants and squeezed his cock, wanting to feel him raw and hard. “Is this all for me baby?”

“Yes, just you. I can get hard just by looking at you-” and then your lips were on his, kissing him like nothing else mattered, like you two were the only ones in the world.

The handjob you were giving him and the making out session were getting you so turned on that you started to ride his thigh.

Wanting to make you feel even better, Taeyong flexed his muscles and that extra bit of hardness made you pick up your pace, your kiss now becoming a mix of pants and lip bites. You let go of his cock and grabbed the back of the chair to help you ride his thigh better and in no time you were coming undone on top of him.

“Shit,” you said once you were able to catch your breath.

You looked into his eyes and noticed he was frustrated because you let go of his dick. “Are you frustrated baby boy?”

“Yes,” he whined.

“Then I’m sorry to tell you, but it’s only gonna get worse,” you took off your shirt and bra and started massaging your breasts right in front of his face, just out of his reach. “You want to touch them, baby?”

“I’d love to ma’am,” he proclaimed, his eyes completely fixated on your moves.

“Beg for them.”

“Can I please suck on your tits, they’re so beautiful.”

You raised yourself a bit so your boobs would be at the same level as his mouth and moved forward so he could kiss them. Instantly his skilled mouth picked up one of your nipples with his teeth and tugged on it, making you moan. The combination of him lapping his tongue around your nipple and then sucking on it was starting to rile you up all over again but, as much as you’d like to make him suck on your tits all day you couldn’t waste much time because the rest of the group needed the room to go on stage. So, after letting him play with your other nipple a bit more you got out from on top of him once again, a string of spit connecting your nipple with his mouth, and pulled his pants down, exposing his hard cock to the air.

“Look at that handsome cock, all hard for me.”

“C-can you please touch it ma’am?” his eyes were glazed, lost in lust.

“Since you asked so nicely baby…”

You got on your knees in front of him, grabbed his cock and proceeded to lick him all over, the moans escaping his sweet lips acting as a soundtrack to your dirty acts. You kissed and sucked, just like you were savouring a delicious lollipop.

In truth, you just wanted to make his dick nice and wet for what you had planned next for him, but you loved sucking his cock so much that you totally got lost in it. You knew he was getting close to releasing because his moans were getting more aggressive, so you sped up and once he was about to cum you stopped, leaving him a frustrating mess yet again. He tried to get his dick close to your mouth but it was no use.

“Are you getting irritated, baby?” You teased while you dragged the hard tip of your shoelace on his chest again.

“Fuck, yes.”

“See, this is how you made me feel.” You gave a teasing little suck on the tip of his dick before you took the shoelace and tied it tight at the base of his cock, behind his balls, to act as an impromptu cock ring. “Irritated.”

Taeyong loved overstimulation, and you loved teasing the shit out of him. You also loved the way a cock ring would make his cock extra swollen for you and how it delayed his orgasm, a fact that you were definitely gonna use to punish him.

“Get up baby,” you pulled him up so he wouldn’t fall and made him lean on the vanity table full of makeup. You then turned around and started rubbing your ass on his boner rolling down your leggings and exposing your lacy panties to him.

“How are you so fucking hot?” he hissed.

“Wanna feel how wet I am for you baby?” You started rolling down your panties even before he hummed in response. You grabbed his dick from behind you and started rubbing his tip through your drenched folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, making your heart almost stop.

“Y/N leave our leader alone, we need to get ready for the stage!” Johnny’s voice said from the other side of the door.

“Just 5 more minutes!” You answered.

“Fine, make it quick!”

You turned around and searched the vanity for the scissors the makeup artist used to cut the fake eyelashes, rapidly finding them in her little kit.

“Are you ready to fuck me, baby?” Taeyong had no idea what else you had in store for him, but he sure was about to find out.

“Fuck yes, free my hands please ma’am.”

“I will, but first, call for Lisa.” You were aware that with the scissors in your hand right now you probably looked like a psycho bitch that could cut out his wiener if he didn’t comply, but oh well.

“What? Why?”

“I know she can hear us if we’re loud enough, so you’re gonna call for her and then you’re gonna fuck me like you never have before, are we clear?” You grabbed his dick and spread the bead of precum that was leaking from his tip with your thumb.

“Fuck. LISA!” His eyes were closed in pure bliss as you teased him. “CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

“Taeyong? Yeah, is everything alright?” Her concerned voice sounded from the other side of the wall.

“You’re such a good boy, and good boys deserve treats,” you cut the shoelace that was restraining his hands and in a blink of an eye, he was taking control and bending you over the vanity to fuck you raw.

He didn’t ease into you, he didn’t need to, you were so fucking wet that he slid right into you, your name immediately slipping through his tongue.

“Fuck Taeyong, you’re fucking me so good.” You were sure to moan loud enough so everyone in the area knew what was happening.

“Fuck you feel so tight.”

He was pounding into you like a fucking crazed animal, like he had been starving in a cage and someone came, left a nice juicy steak in front of it and opened the door. In a matter of seconds, you were cumming undone on his cock, your pussy tightening around him even more.

“Oh Taeyong, fuck,” you moaned as he slowed down his pace.

“M-ma’am, I can’t take it anymore, I need to cum. Can you please remove this?” Suddenly he was back to sub Taeyong like he hadn’t just bent you over a table and fucked the shit out of you. That was why you loved him so much.

You slipped out of him, gave him a gentle kiss and led him back to the chair. “I will, but only on conditions: I want the whole floor to hear you scream my name…”

“And the other?”

“I want you to cum inside me.”

He smirked, seemingly happy to comply with your demands. “As you wish.”

You carefully snipped your other shoelace, relief apparent on his features, got on top of him and eased down on his cock all the way to the bottom. Wasting no time, you grabbed onto his shoulders and started fucking him.

“Fuck Y/N you feel so good.”

His praises were like fuel for you, serving to make you go faster and harder. You wanted to make him scream your name. You wanted Lisa to hear how good you made him feel. You, and no one else.

Getting irked by the thought of her, you grabbed onto his jaw to make him look you straight in the eyes. “Tell me who does your cock belong to?”

“Fuck, you Y/N, only you.”

“Then say it. Louder.”

“My cock only belongs to you Y/N, no one else.”

You didn’t need to hear anything else, his confession was enough to make you cum for the third time today. With the combination of your pussy trying to milk him and his edged out dick, Taeyong came inside of you, his seed filling you up.

You were so fucking spent that you immediately fell down onto his chest panting.

“Well, next time I’m the one who’s gonna piss Y/N off.”

For a brief moment, as you snuggled in with your boyfriend, you almost forgot about the world outside, but Johnny’s stupid joke made the both of you break out in laughter.

“Backoff Seo, she’s mine and I’m hers.”

a/n: hey guys! feels so good to be back to writing filthy smut! this is my first time writing for NCT so fellow NCTzens please accept me <3 Hope you guys like it!

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RFA + V if MC had a allergic reaction (any allergic how would they take the situation? Also, your work is amazing!! ^^ thank you!

Hey!! Thank you for saying that about my work🥺that’s so kind of you!!! This was super funny to write haha, I hope you like it! I’m so sorry for the wait!! <3

WARNINGS: mentions of nausea/throwing up in Jaehee’s, suggestive comments in Saeyoung’s but nothing explicitly NSFW.

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RFA’s response to MC having an allergic reaction

Zen:

❤︎ it happened to you both at the same time

❤︎ a stray cat may or may not have walked into your home without you knowing, getting cat hair everywhere

❤︎ then just left lmao

❤︎ neither of you realised until you were just chilling on the couch together watching some TV

❤︎ and then you both started sneezing

❤︎ then your eyes got itchy…

❤︎ ….and then your faces blew up like balloons uH OH

❤︎ “GET THE ANTIHISTAMINES”

❤︎ the house needed a full clean after that

❤︎ you’re both sneezing for at least a month after hahaha i’m sorry

❤︎ it’s a great couple bonding experience ;)

Yoosung:

★ so you were just having a picnic right

★ super chill right

★ WRONG

★ it would have been really enjoyable, just relaxing in the sun with your boo

★ but you hadn’t realised that the pollen count would be super high that day

★ you sneezed once

★ then you sneezed twice

★ and then you just wouldn’t stop sneezing

★ and THEN your eyes got super red and he was so flustered

★ honestly thinks you’re about to die

★ Yoosung chill my guy it’s just hay fever

★ you decide to have a picnic inside your apartment instead :’)))) sorry Yoosung bby you tried

Jaehee:

☞ it was in the early stages of your relationship when she invited you over for dinner

☞ how cute!!!!

☞ she made fish

☞ shellfish

☞ you know where this is going don’t you buckle in

☞ sooooo you didn’t actually know you had a shellfish allergy

☞ but you found out real quick

☞ you had finished your meal and were just chatting when you started to feel real nauseous

☞ and then you kinda…threw up in her toilet

☞ she was SUPER apologetic and sweet about taking care of you, but you were quick to tell her that she wasn’t to blame

☞ let’s just say you guys reached a new level of your relationship that evening lmao

Jumin:

♚ he came home from work and he saw you standing on the balcony

♚ ah yes, my sweet wife, i shall go kiss her

♚ he turned you around and was about to lean down to kiss you, but then noticed that your lips are twice as big as usual

♚ and so was the rest of your face

♚ genuinely startled him for a moment

♚ it took a lot of self-control to not yelp lol

♚ “My love?? What on earth happened?!”

♚ “Wathp”

♚ immediately called an ambulance

♚ he would have driven you himself but…ya know

♚ he’d quite like you to not die in a car crash

♚ honestly almost sent this man into cardiac arrest he was so worried

♚ but you look back on the situation now and laugh

♚ “You still looked beautiful in my eyes” “You’re a liar, but I appreciate it”

Saeyoung:

☀︎ “MC…is your tongue okay?” “Yeah…did you put nutths in thethe brownieth by any chanth?” “uhhhhh, yeah??” “ah okay, becauth i’m allergic to nutths” “you’re wHAT?!?!?”

☀︎ just a quick trip to the hospital no problem

☀︎ he’s totally calm

☀︎ totally not calm

☀︎ he’s super apologetic, but you reassure him that it’s not his fault!!

☀︎ but once he realises that you are actually okay, he returns to being an actual asshole

☀︎ “soooo MC, are you allergic to all nuts?” “…yes, why?” “that’s a shame, but nothing can be done. I always preferred giving over receiving anyway.” “sAEYOUNG C H O I”

☀︎ it’s a story he tells at any chance he gets

☀︎ *dr seuss voice* “and they say that MC’s small face grew three sizes that day” “Saeyoung i swear-“

V / Jihyun:

❁ he had made you bath salts

❁ because of course he did

❁ out of control

❁ you were stressed with work so he wanted to help you relax

❁ he ran the bath for when you came home, and of course, added the bath salts

❁ this fact was unknown to you, however

❁ so you hopped on in without a single question

❁ mistake no.1

❁ you noticed that your skin was a bit itchy when you got out but you didn’t think much of it

❁ mistake no.2

❁ the next morning your skin was covered in rashes

❁ Jihyun was mortified that the bath salts he made had caused such a reaction, but you told him how grateful you were for being so thoughtful and that he shouldn’t worry

❁ but also that you needed to go to the doctor lmao

❁ poor minty bby

Saeran:

☽ you had convinced him to do a face mask with you

☽ you said it would “help him relax” and “was a great form of self-care”

☽ but really you just wanted to have a pamper night with him heheheh

☽ but, you silly sauage, you didn’t read the label did you NO

☽ like what did you expect

☽ you both woke up the next morning and he was like ???

☽ “MC, I thought the face mask was meant to make your skin better not worse”

☽ okay listEN HERE CHOI

☽ rude lil prick

☽ he’s super stoical about it, but deep down he’s freaking out

☽ “maybe we should take you to the doctor”

☽ translation: MC YOU’RE GOING TO THE DOCTOR RIGHT NOW I DON’T WANT YOU TO d I E

☽ it’s nice to know he cares ;)

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