#ah i have a love hate with shameless
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HIIII so i had an idea for like a reader that's crushing on alastor, and angel dust making jokes about it in front of alastor and basically what would happen once he catches on
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Alastor has watched you splash your martini all over Angel's face so many times this week, he's almost certain the star is provoking you on purpose just for a free drink.
In the short time he's come to know him, he's learned that if there's one thing Angel Dust is good at—besides looking pretty on film—it's that he can be absolutely shameless.
Alastor remembers, with a twinge of disgust, that the spider had once told him he came with built in reins. That comment kept him seething for hours.
And now, poor you, having fallen into the trap of his intricate web—the Radio Demon would be laughing if he didn't actually feel slightly bad for you. He knows what it's like to be on the receiving end of those comments, after all.
You, unlike your four-armed friend, have a capacity for shame the likes of which have never been seen before. All hot cheeks and wide eyes, lips pulled into a straight, thin line—embarrassment burns in every corner of your expression.
Though, that's probably why Angel has taken such a liking to teasing you.
Here he is again, crawling over the bar to get into your face as soon as Alastor appears in the room. His voice is low and melodic, so quiet the Overlord can't quite make out the words until—
"Look, hun. Your prince charming!"
Alastor raises a brow as he takes his seat next to you at the bar, setting down his newspaper.
"What was that?" He asks, eyes flickering between you and a coy-looking Angel Dust.
"Oh, nothin'. That right, sugar?"
You look nothing but utterly defeated, martini forgotten and abandoned. "Angel..." you mutter in warning. The spider only shrugs and gives you a toothy little grin.
"Hey Smiles," Angel suddenly grabs you by the cheeks and turns your face to look in Alastor's direction. You only blink at each other in surprise. "Cute, eh?"
You quickly smack his hand away from you, swivelling around to glare. "Quit it!"
Angel puts his hands up in mock surrender. He huffs, backing off. "Okay, okay! Fine! You two are unbelievable."
With that, he stalks off to bother Husk instead. You sigh in relief, head hitting the bar counter. For a moment, you completely forget that Alastor is still sitting beside you.
"Care to explain?"
He watches as you nearly jolt out of your skin, amused at how flustered you are from a little teasing. It's rather cute.
"It's nothing!" You sputter, waving your arms around in panic.
But you can't fool Alastor. Not anymore.
It hadn't clicked before—that perhaps there was some merit behind Angel Dust's words. He had gotten so used to empty threats of sexual advances that he had ruled out the possibility that the star was being a little serious for once.
He wasn't exactly subtle, always jumping on the opportunity to make your cheeks burn whenever the Radio Demon was around.
"It didn't sound like nothing," he sings, leaning in closer to you so he can gauge your reaction.
As expected, you nearly leap away from him when he suddenly invades your personal space. He snickers.
"Not you too..." you groan.
"Why, I didn't know you had such a crush on me, darling~"
"You're the worst."
"Ah, and I suppose that's why our dear friend has been teasing you about me all this time? Because I'm the worst, and you hate me?"
He's getting entirely too close. His face is nearly touching yours.
You stare at him in bewilderment, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Finally, you manage to stammer out a weak retort.
"You should butt out of other people's business."
"It sounds like it's about to be my business, dear. You know, if you liked me so much, you could have just told me instead of Angel Dust."
"I preferred it when you were just a regular asshole, and not a cocky one!"
"Oh, how you wound me~"
"Shut up!"
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I know you love me back, even if you don’t show it (kim chaewon x f!reader)
⋅`🦦` ..⃗. } ⎧ ୧Just chaewon rejecting Yn's love and once jealous for rejecting it –72k views
▸ clip one
While chaewon started the live, Yn and Eunchae were playing halli galli (there is no one more competitive than those two)
Yah! calm down!!! the live has started! said Chaewon with her adorable angry tone. sorry my bae, let me make it up to you. Yn spoke while her mouth was preparing to form a kiss.
Eunchae meanwhile burst out laughing and Chaewon slapped her arm with a disgusted face.
Ouch! oh my heart has broken into a thousand pieces, god please eunchae help me. spoke Yn overreacting, throwing half of her body on the younger one, The leader rolled her eyes at her.
Leave manchae alone and stop overreacting Choi. At the naming of her last name, Yn sat down while striking a military pose.
at your service, unnie.
▸ clip two
While Leniverse was being filmed, Yn was on a mission to kiss all the members. It was no big deal for her because she always tried to do it, even the other members let her do it, except Chaewon.
While the girls were busy doing other missions, she approached Kazuha, Sakura, Yunjin and Eunchae, leaving Chaewon for the end and the members decided to watch the funny tom and Jerry-like scene unnieeee, come here said the girl with a slightly scary tone.
No! I hate it, get away from me. Chaewon shouted as she watched her friend slowly approaching. Yah! You come any closer and I'll throw this at you. She said while showing her toothpaste in her hand.
WHY ARE YOU EXAGGERATING? IT'S JUST A KISS, I NEED TO FINISH THIS MISSION AND I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU, UNNIE, RUIN IT. Yn yelled back, grabbing a pillow to cover herself if Chaewon kept her word.
Seeing her grab a pillow, Chaewon thought Yn had given up, she calmed down as she turned around but that was a big mistake because before doing it, Yn jumped up wrapping her arms around her body as she tried to kiss her cheek until she did it and the traitorous camera showed a totally red Chaewon lying on the floor.
▸ clip three
They were in the waiting room at music bank while Chaewon was filming her daily vlog, they were on UNFORGIVEN promotions and they schedule was totally full, so much that on the side of the camera shot, Yn appears sleeping on the couch while Yunjin was taking photos of her.
Ah, Yn loves to sleep whispered while looking at the pictures she had taken, approaching Chaewon to show them, cute, isn't her? she asked to which the short-haired girl remained silent and made a disgusted face.
YAH UNNIE I SAW YOU. oh Yn woke up.
▸ clip four
So, guys, here we are, the UNFORGIVEN photo shoot features Yn in an outfit that showed off her abs. Guys, don't you think I have the best abs? I learned from Kazuha, I've been working out with her for months, it helped me. She said with a smile on her face.
Oh! look, chaewon unnie finished her shots, let's see them. she speculated as she walked towards chaewon who was checking her own shots.
ohhh cute, hot, pretty, yeah yeah I like it, you ate chaewonnie. The leader meanwhile, rolled her eyes before saying I know Yn, I know.
I think I like you unnie said the youngest one there as she kissed the screen where the pictures were. ahhh...Yn...what are you saying??? Chaewon said because of how shameless her member was.
▸ clip five
It's Valentine's Day and the members were doing a live for it, now, the girls choose a member to make chocolates and a letter.
uh- I don't know, I think I'm going to choose Yunjin. Yn said and Chaewon's neck almost broke hearing it, it was the first time she didn't choose her, even in izone she chose her, she wanted to ask why she didn't choose her but thank god, sakura asked since it was totally sudden for everyone.
Chaewon unnie wouldn't want a gift from me. Yn said jokingly and rolling her eyes.
NO! I want!!! Chaewon said almost shouting while everyone jumped from their place due to the leader's sudden behavior.
no, unnie, she chose me. Yunjin spoke knowing that she would make her angry. Yah! Yn, choose me. The girl said as she tugged on the sleeve of her bear sweater. ah... these girls fight for me, don't worry, there is Yn for everyone, don't worry, wait for your birthday Yunjin, I will write you a letter and give you reward chocolates.
After saying this, you could hear an angry Yunjin and a totally happy Chaewon.
inspired by @jihyoruri
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Cuteness Aggression
❣ Summary: Jeongin really brings out the cuteness aggression in people. ❣
❣ Word Count: 915
❣ Warnings: Poly!OT8 implied - Jeongin, Felix, and Hyunjin focused, fluff, slice of life, lighthearted teasing, slightly suggestive toward the end if you squint ❣
❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣
❣ Additional Tags: Jeongin is referred to as Innie, IN-ah, Baby Bread, and Baby, Felix is referred to as pretty boy, Hyunjin is referred to as Hyune, Reader is referred to as Noona and Sunflower, something short to break myself out of this writing slump
❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist
“IN-ah!”
“No!”
“Baby bread!”
“Ah- Stop!”
“Our Innie!”
“Stop it! Noona!”
You sighed at the sound of various footsteps advancing toward the kitchen and effectively bursting your bubble of attempting to figure out what to make for lunch.
It wasn’t long until the once empty kitchen was filled with three men, one of whom b-lining it straight for you.
“Noona, tell them to stop!” Jeongin whined, turning you away from the cabinets and attaching himself to your back like a koala, hand wrapping around your middle for further protection.
“Innie, I would love to, but I don’t even know what’s going on.” Patting his forearm lightly, you peered at the two culprits in front of you, “What’s happening here?”
“They won’t leave me alone!”
“We’re not even doing anything,” Felix beamed, though the mischief twinkling in his eyes said otherwise, “we’re just saying how cute he is!”
Hyunjin hummed along, a teasing smirk on his lips, “Our cute little baby!”
“You’re being annoying!” Huffing, Jeongin tightened his arms around you, “Felix keeps pinching my face and Hyunjin Hyung won’t stop invading my personal space - he even sniffed me!”
“It’s not my fault you smell good, you should take it as a compliment, IN-ah.”
The youngest gasped incredulously, “Oh, really? And you trying to crush me with your body weight is a compliment too?”
“Exactly! See, you’re finally catching on!”
“You’re so-”
“Okay, okay, can we not yell at each other while I’m being used as a human shield?” Quieting your lovers, you stared at the shameless duo before you, “Can you two please give Innie his space? I’m sure he knows how much you love him without being coddled all the time.”
“But look at him!” Felix gestured to the man behind you, lips pouted and pleading, “Sunshine, he’s too cute to be left alone - you know that feeling you get when you see something so adorable you can’t help but react?”
Everything suddenly clicked, and you pressed your lips together to suppress the laugh bubbling up within you.
“So… You’re telling me this is all because of cuteness aggression?”
“Yes! You see it, too, right?!” Hyunjin’s eyes sparkled as he threw his hands up, “So it’s obviously not my fault for wanting to squeeze him until he pops!”
“I mean…” Trailing off, you caught a glimpse of Jeongin’s doughy cheek and you felt a familiar swell of adoration and couldn’t help but smirk, “You’re not wrong, Hyune.”
“Noona?!” He all but wailed, his hold on you loosening, “You’re seriously taking their side? What about me?!”
You turned in his arms with a laugh, taking his face in your hands as you cooed, “No! Of course I’m on your side, baby, but…” Giving his face a squeeze, you felt a rush of joy at his squished, adorable features, “God- You’re just too cute for your own good, Innie! Look at you - I just wanna take a bite out of you like the little mochi you are!”
Leveling you with a nonplussed stare, he accepted his fate as Felix and Hyunjin quickly joined in with coos and pets of their own, a cherry blush turning his ears and cheeks at the influx of attention.
“I’m sorry, baby,” you hummed, relinquishing the squeeze of his face for a gentle hold of his jaw, “we do it because we love you, you know that, right? If you really do hate it, we have no problem with stopping, right?”
“Of course not!” Felix tacked on easily, brushing a few strands of honey brown hair behind Jeongin’s ear.
Hyunjin nuzzled his face against the side of his head, earning a groan of disdain in the process, “You know we would stop, Innie, just let us know.”
The maknae couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips, huffing out a deep sigh, “It’s not that bad I guess… But I still don’t like the fact that you took their side, Noona.”
“Aw,” pouting up at him, you leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, “I’ll make it up to you-” Clocking the glimmer in his eyes, you held your finger up, “-after I figure out what to eat, okay? You guys did come in here and ruin my train of thought.”
There was a gasp of excitement before the freckled blond looked at you, “Are you ordering out? There’s a new restaurant I’ve been dying to try since last week, and their menu looks amazing - I’ll buy!”
You grinned, nodding happily, “Alright, let’s see that menu, pretty boy.”
As he brought up the restaurant on his phone - with an equally eager Hyunjin now hanging around his shoulders - you turned your attention back to the man still in your hold, his body visibly relaxed with the decrease of hands on him.
His gaze was soft, observant as it switched from his boyfriends to you, a light caress of confusion tainting his features once he caught your awe-filled eyes. “What?”
“Nothing, nothing… You just have a real talent for being too adorable for your own good - even when you’re doing literally nothing.” Poking his nose, you shrugged lightly, “I can see why none of us can keep our hands off of you.”
Jeongin blinked at you for a moment before nodding in understanding, “Okay, I get it,” tightening his arms around your waist, a smug smirk pulled at his lips, “but when I get the same feeling from you, remember where I got it from when I’m all over you.”
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Kinky request? 🤔 I don't know if you got this one already but how about Beau loving the risk of getting caught fucking in his office? Maybe turning it into a Blowjob under his desk befor they actually get caught by Popcorn or Jenny?🤭
A/N: Yup, I haven't forgotten about Dirty Drabbles. My inbox is still full of these, so here's another one. Enjoy some naughty alone time with our favorite Sheriff! 🤍🤠
Pairing: Beau Arlen x FBI Agent!Reader
Warnings: +18/NSFW, shameless flirting, semi-public smut, office blowjob, some fluff as well
Word Count: 1.4k
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Jurisdiction
A few hasty knocks on his office door drew the Sheriff’s attention away from his files and to the intruder. He told Jenny and Poppernak he needed some peace and quiet this afternoon to catch up on the piling paperwork on his desk.
God, he hated paperwork. It was his least favorite part of the job.
“Popcorn, I told you I don’t wanna be disturbed,” Beau barked a little rougher than usual, the tension headache making him slightly cranky.
“Yes, sir, I know.” Poppernak swallowed and blinked at him insecurely, forcing a deep sigh from the Sheriff’s lips. “But, uhm, you have a visitor.”
Beau’s features lightened at that. Maybe Emily decided to surprise him with lunch. “Who?”
“FBI, sir.”
Once more, Beau sighed heavily, the crease in his brow reappearing. “Alright, what do they want?”
“She wants to see an old friend,” said a female voice, Beau’s head tilting at the familiarity before a smile spread on his freckled face.
“Sorry, couldn’t keep her out any longer,” Jenny apologized as she rushed in behind the agent.
“It’s alright,” Beau told his deputy, his grin only growing. Soon his sunny smile reached from ear to ear. “Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N, I’ll be damned… What brings you into my little corner of the world, huh?”
Y/N chuckled, her smile competing with his. “Heard you had a serial killer on your hands. Thought I check it out, offer my help…”
“Ah.” Beau nodded and got up from his creaking swivel chair, sauntering closer to her. He leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms in front of his chest, the shirt tightly stretching over his muscles. “Of course, the FBI’s snooping around. I believe that ain’t your jurisdiction, sweetheart.”
“C’mon, we’ve had fun last time we’ve worked together,” Y/N said and winked.
Beau laughed, his cheeks flushing red, the change of color luckily hidden by his beard. “That we did. And here I thought you just came here to see me.”
“Who says I didn’t?” Y/N smirked.
“You guys know each other?” Jenny asked curiously, catching some of the flirtatious air in the room. Beau guessed that if the blonde didn’t make the connection, she wouldn’t be such a good detective but still hoped she wouldn’t tease him about it once their shift was over.
“Worked a case together down in Texas. Cartel business,” Y/N explained without taking her eyes off the Sheriff. It was as if the others in the small office didn’t even exist.
“Yup, Special Agent Y/L/N is one of the best in the narcotics game,” Beau added.
“Major Crimes now, actually,” Y/N corrected him.
“Look at you!” Beau nodded, impressed, sending her a smile before he turned to his two subordinates. “Guys, how about you let me catch up with Agent Y/L/N, see if we need the FBI’s help with this one, alright?”
“Sure, boss,” Jenny said and shot him a knowing smirk. The blonde then grabbed a confused Poppernak and dragged him out of the office, closing the door behind them.
“Good to see you, Y/N,” Beau said with a warm smile as soon as the two of them were alone.
“You, too, Arlen. That Sheriff title suits you,” she replied flirtatiously. “So, you’re back with the ex?”
“Why are you asking?” he fired back immediately.
Y/N shrugged innocently. “Just assumed since you moved up here.”
“Nah, just did that for the kid,” he explained and could’ve sworn she looked relieved. “What about you? Still seeing that spunky DA?”
“Ted?” Y/N scoffed, shaking her head. “God, no. Dumped that guy months ago.”
“Good, I never liked that guy,” Beau admitted with a small smile that probably gave away too much. But if Y/N caught it, she surely didn’t care.
“Yeah, I never liked your bitch of an ex-wife either,” Y/N said bluntly and grinned at him unapologetically.
“Still got a mouth on you, huh?” Beau’s gaze wandered down her body, feeling his dick harden and strain his pants. Her hips, ass, and thighs were clad in tight denim, her breasts close to spilling out of her white blouse and bra as he bit back a lustful smirk.
“You betcha. You always loved that about me,” Y/N retorted, wiggling her eyebrows. Stalking closer to him, she stopped directly in front of him, so close their breaths mingled as her fingers played with the collar of his shirt. Chewing seductively on her lower lip, she asked, “Still into living and loving dangerously?”
Beau didn’t respond to that question. Instead, he grabbed her and pulled her closer in one swift motion, crashing his lips against hers and sliding his tongue inside her mouth.
“Lock the door,” he ordered her in a deep growl, the need for her painfully pushing against his zipper.
With the door locked, Y/N was back in his arms only seconds later. He devoured her mouth, tasted every drop of her as she moaned and palmed his rock-hard cock through the fabric.
“God, I forget every time how fucking big you are,” Y/N breathed devilishly into his ear and unbuckeled his belt.
“Shit,” Beau panted as her hand crawled inside his boxers.
Not a minute later, she was on her knees in front of him, his pants and underwear pooling around his cowboy boots and his hands caught in her hair, guiding her where he wanted her the most. As her amble lips finally enveloped his thick length, he almost blew his load right then and there. She giggled at his restraint and taunted him even further by brushing her tongue along his throbbing cock, her hand cupping and rolling his balls just the way he liked it.
Goddamn, he had forgotten how good she was at this and how much he truly had missed it.
He decided right there he wouldn’t let another opportunity pass him by. There had been too many over the years, and he knew, soon enough, there would be none left. Y/N was a catch, and he needed to be the guy who caught her before someone else – someone like fucking Ted – got to it.
“Fuck, darlin', don’t stop,” he groaned and closed his eyes as her lips sucked his dick empty.
But Y/N would’ve never dared to stop, loving the way the Sheriff jittered above her and fought tooth and nail to hold out for as long as possible. She loved how much control she had over him, how he bit his lower lip almost bloody, and how his knuckles turned white around the edge of the desk.
“If I let you come down my throat, are you gonna let me in on the case?” Y/N asked and looked up at him, her tongue mischievously teasing his swollen and leaking tip as their gazes met.
“Fuck, yeah…” Beau grunted, having a hard time getting the words out as his nerve endings were electrified. “Already made that decision when you strolled in here, sweetheart.”
“Really?” Surprised, Y/N raised a brow at him, her lips molding around his cockhead before she teasingly retreated again, repeating the torturous action a few more times.
“Shit, yeah… I want you to stay this time,” Beau pressed out through his teeth and harshly squinted his eyes closed.
“Alright,” Y/N replied nonchalantly and smirked up at him. “Thought you’d never ask, Sheriff.”
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Beau exclaimed louder than he wanted to when her head bobbed up and down his aching length with vigor.
A few more strokes of her sinful tongue, and he spilled hot white ropes of cum down her throat and pantingly watched her swallow every last drop.
Still catching his breath, he helped her back onto her feet like the gentleman he was before the supposedly locked door suddenly burst wide open and a shocked Poppernak blinked at him with even wider eyes, not knowing where to look.
“Uh, sorry, sir! I thought you called!”
Sheriff Arlen then turned the deepest shade of red of his life, this time even visible through his thick beard, hearing Y/N’s amused laugh reverberate in his ringing ears. He was literally caught with his pants down.
And now, Beau was certain he’d never hear the end of it from his deputy.
Hope you enjoyed this one, ladies ✌️
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COLLEGE!Mingyu AU - dates and confessions
no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable
REQUEST: heard that collage Mingyu is finally getting ahead in his love life with Oc and the oc might confess. Sooo what if Mingyu tells oc that he is going on date and OC gets jealous ->gets to know that she likes him and boom she confesses
[College!Mingyu Masterlist]
She didn't want to admit it.
Not to herself, not aloud, not to her brother, not to her parents, and definitely not to him.
Y/n had fallen for Mingyu.
She could have sworn it would never happen, only seeing him as friend... who just happened to make her laugh and smile, even during days when she felt like the world was against her.
And sure, she may have found herself wanting to spend more and more time with him – agreeing to all his invitations to eat their meals together, hang out in his dorm room, and late night study sessions in the library.
It wasn't until she found herself absentmindedly staring at him as he placed their coffee order at the counter, when she realized that maybe she saw him as more than a friend she enjoyed spending her free time with.
Y/n began to notice how much she loved seeing that stupid smile of his, the one that showcased those stupid cute fangs of his. Her heart skipping a beat each time he would casually sling his arm over her shoulder as they walked alongside each other. It was such a casual act that she didn't seem to pick up on it the first time he had done it – but as time went on, she felt as though her skin was on fire each time he made contact with her.
Of course, it didn't help that he was a shameless flirt, playfully hitting on her any chance he got.
Not only was she over analyzing his actions towards her but also his words.
The ones he most likely used on all the girls that were lined up to get even a crumb of attention from him.
God, she was one of them.
"How do I look?" He barged into her room – pulling her out of her brain rot.
"Why do you look so..." She trailed off, taking in his appearance. In all the times she had hung out with him, Y/n had only seen Mingyu in an outfit variation of hoodie, sweat pants, or shorts. For once, he was dressed ... presentable. Or at least, different from his usual rotation of casual wear.
It was simple outfit. A white tee, brown cardigan, white Sambas, and black chinos she could have sworn he purchased at UNIQLO during the time she had dragged him to the mall – not because she wanted to be with him.
No definitely not that.
He had a car on campus and she needed a ride.
"Good?" Mingyu completed her sentence with a smirk.
"Put together." Y/n corrected.
"Minghao is going on a date and she's bringing a friend."
Oh.
A date.
A double date.
He was going on a date.
"Ah..." She nodded, hiding the wave of disappointment that washed over her.
Of course he was going on a date.
Of course.
He was single, and she was just a friend.
Of course.
"You should wear your chain." She suggested.
"It's not too much?"
Y/n shook her head.
She loved that chain on him. That singular piece of jewelry had sent her over the moon the first time she had taken notice of it.
Y/n could remember that day so clearly.
It was a rainy day and Mingyu had insisted on grabbing dinner at a nearby tofu house instead of their usual on campus dining hall dinner dates.
Platonic dinner dates.
He had ordered his soup extra spicy and had shrugged off his puffer in the middle of their meal, sporting only his plain black tee and silver chain. Y/n nearly choked on her meal trying to suppress her gasp.
He looked good.
"Who's the girl?"
Mingyu shrugged, taking a seat on her bed. "Hopefully she's cool."
I hope she's lame and not his type.
"That's your main concern?"
"Yeah, I hate boring dates."
"You'll be fine. Just talk her ear off like you usually do with me."
"But it's easy with you because you're already my friend."
Friend. Ouch.
Y/n knew she had feelings towards him, but she didn't think it would be this bad – feeling the disappointment turn into jealousy.
Wanting to keep her composure, Y/n pretended to busy herself with the mess on her desk. "I still think you'll be fine."
"If it goes south, will you save me?"
"Have you seen yourself?" She snorted, placing her gel pens into their respective cup holder. "She'll probably do anything to make sure that date goes well."
"Did you just admit that I look good, y/n?" Mingyu chuckled.
Pausing her actions, Y/n whipped her head to see a smirking Mingyu – her eyes wide. "Oh god, you'll never let this go."
"You think I'm attractive?" He continued, hopping off her bed; making his way to her.
Taking a step back as he closed in on her, Y/n stretched out her arm to ensure he didn't come any closer. But he was persistent, taking another step as the smirk grew larger; her hand landing right on his chest.
His well defined chest that was always hidden under the baggy garments he chose to wear.
This is not good.
"Well, you're not ugly." She took another step back, withdrawing her arms back to her side.
"Why are you so red, I'm just playing." He chuckled, pinching the tip of her hot ears.
Her foundation was doing a great job of hiding the redness of her cheeks; she should have known when she felt the rush of warmth engulfing her face that her ears would give her away,
"My ears are always red." She leaned away from his touch.
It was a shitty excuse and they both knew it.
"Sure." Mingyu winked.
There he goes again with that stupid habit of his.
Y/n noticed that anytime he was feeling a little too flirty with her, he had a habit of winking whenever he would tease her. At first, she didn't care for it, but as time went on and as her feelings began to develop – she began to hate it.
Because of how well it suited him... and how she knew he most likely used this on other women.
It made her sick.
"Whatever." Y/n grumbled. "Aren't you going to be late?"
Mingyu shook his head. "You still have me for five minutes."
Have him.
Yeah, fucking right.
The most attractive guy on their school basketball team? The one that drew in girls who had little to no interest on the sport, cheering for him every time he would steal the ball from the opposing team? The one that had their whole floor swooning anytime he greeted them?
She'll never have him.
"Ugh, please just go." Y/n groaned, pushing him towards the door – but he was far stronger than her, standing his ground. "Mingyu please."
"I'll leave if you promise to get boba with me after."
So she can hear him talk about his date after? No thanks.
"I'm busy."
"Bullshit."
"I am! My roommate has been bothering me about going with her to sigma chi's–"
"A frat party?" He coughed in bewilderment.
It wasn't that he didn't believe her.
It was the fact that he did.
Images of her drinking in the mess of sweaty bodies, at some crappy poorly maintained home, with no one to look out for her, had caught him off guard.
There was no doubt she partied, he's heard stories of it.
But... Mingyu didn't think she would choose it over spending time with him.
Not since she had managed to agree to all his ideas of hanging out.
"We can go tomorrow." Y/n suggested.
"Fine.
・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．
"Hey." A tap on her shoulder had drawn her attention from her conversation with Hansol, a guy from her biochem class.
Correction, the guy that had a hand on her passing the class; allowing for her and the rest of their lab group to copy off of his homework.
"Someone's outside looking for you." Her roommate continued.
Emphasizing on the word 'someone'.
"I'll be back." She excused herself from Hansol; squeezing past the mess of bodies that occupied the home.
Y/n let out a sigh of relief once she had reached the front yard, the cool spring air filling her lungs – a stark contrast to the humid air inside.
Scanning the row of parked cars, Y/n's eyes landed on the familiar black 90's Honda Civic; hazards blinking brightly.
"How was your date?" She bent down to peer into the opened window.
"Boring." Mingyu reached over to unlock the door. "Get in."
"I'm–"
Before she could finish her thought, Y/n found herself sliding into the front seat of his well maintained car. He had told her many stories of him and his father fixing up the vintage hatchback – most of his summer, and savings, going towards restoring his so called 'baby'.
She couldn't find a good enough excuse to stay; knowing that her roommate was far too occupied with her friend group they had run into when they had arrived.
Y/n absence wouldn't be missed.
Mingyu chuckled as she buckled herself in, throwing out the remaining liquid in her red cup.
Her father would kill her if they were caught drinking underage.
And if that wasn't enough, he would probably murder her if they were caught with an opened drink in a moving vehicle.
"What's so funny?"
"I knew you would get in the car." He smiled as he started the car back up.
"I– whatever." She also didn't have an excuse for this. "Was the girl cute?"
"No. Was your guy cute?"
"My guy?"
"Your roommate said you were talking to some guy." Mingyu recalled when he had called out to the girl who had gotten quite used to his presence in their room – asking for y/n's whereabouts.
"Kinda."
"Kinda." He made a face as he kept his eyes on the road.
"Yeah, I think you guys would be cute together." Y/n laughed at her own joke.
Mingyu's unpleased look changed to a smile, reaching over to give her cheek a poke. "Do you think I'm his type?"
"Oh yeah." She continued.
"What about you?"
"He's not my type."
"No I mean– Am I your type?"
"Yeah."
It was good thing the streets were empty at this hour, Mingyu's foot instantly stomping on the brakes – his arm reaching over to stop her body from lunging forward from his sudden actions. "What?" He whipped his head to face her.
He was only half joking; not thinking she would actually answer him seriously.
"What?" She blinked.
Y/n didn't realize she had accidentally blown her cover, their conversation going faster than her brain.
"You said–"
"No I didn't." Y/n replied quickly.
"Yeah you did." His eyes grew wide, almost as if he had fully processed what she had said. "You said I'm your type."
"Yeah but– okay you're tall, my parents like you, and you're smart–"
"Calm down," He chuckled at her flustered state. "You're my type too."
"Shut up." Y/n didn't want to completely buy it; he had been messing with her for as long as she could remember. For all she knows, this was just yet another moment he was doing just for shits and giggles.
"I'm serious."
"Yeah well, if you know someone who checks off those boxes–"
"Me, I check off those boxes."
"Not you."
"Why not?" Mingyu scoffed.
"You're just doing a bit."
Furrowing his brows, he tried to read her; not understanding why she was being so dismissive of him.
Usually when two people confess their feelings, or whatever this was, it was supposed to be sunshine and rainbows – it should be the pivotal moment of their relationship.
And yet, it seemed as though Y/n didn't want to acknowledge it.
Almost as if she didn't want it to be him.
"I– no yeah, it's so a bit." He rolled his eyes, his tone dripping in sarcasm.
"Come on, Mingyu. I'm just your coach's daughter he tried setting you up with. You don't have to keep up the act."
"Sure." Mingyu replied simply, resuming their drive to the boba shop they frequent just a few miles from the campus.
The silence was almost deafening as she attempted to muster up a single word to say.
Anything.
Say anything.
"You're not messing with me?" She toyed with the ends of her hair, keeping her focus on the split-end she was picking at.
"What made you think I was?"
Y/n shrugged.
"I've spent more time with you than I have with my friends, I changed my path to my calculus class so I can walk with you to your english class, I ditched my date–"
"You ditched your date?"
"I mean, they wanted to go to Seaside Donuts after and I said no." He turned to her as he slowed down at the red light. "I joke around, but I'm– I do have feelings for you."
Y/n peeled her eyes away from her hair, meeting his gaze.
She didn't want to believe all that he had confessed; just as she didn't want to believe her own feelings.
She knew he wasn't lying. She too has seen him more than she has seen her own friends in the past month and a half; her friends calling her out in their group chat about spending more time with Mingyu than with them.
It wasn't her fault that he was quick to make plans.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay, I believe you."
A smile began to creep on his lips, the one she adored so much – full fang and all. The one that was engraved in her head, making her heart flutter every time she thought of him and that stupid grin of his.
"So what does this make us?" He wiggled his brows.
"Friends."
"What the fuck?" Mingyu laughed.
"You just came back from a date, told me I'm your type and expect me to be putty in your hands?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
As if his smile couldn't get any bigger, Mingyu's lips stretched from ear to ear. "You were jealous?"
"Green." She nodded over to the light.
"Don't avoid my question."
"Not jealous. But not please either."
Mingyu reached over to give her cheek a poke; an action he found himself doing quite often.
He couldn't help it.
It was soft, and the pout she made every time he would do this was worth the light smack he would receive.
It was cute.
"I owed Hao a favor. It won't happen again."
"I don't care."
She did care.
She cared a lot.
She never wanted to feel that possessive towards him ever again. That was a nasty feeling, bubbling in her chest as she thought of him enjoying the company of someone that wasn't her.
What has he done to her?
"Yeah you do." He poked her again.
"Whatever." Y/n bit back the smile that threatened to form on her lips. "I have standards, you know. This doesn't change anything until I say so."
Y/n didn't think this was how she was going to tell him how she felt. She didn't think she would ever tell him, to be quite honest.
It wasn't the most ideal situation, she was sat in his car buzzed from the mixed drinks she had been sipping on earlier that night whilst they drove to get milk tea... after coming back from a double date...
It wasn't the romantic scene she had in her head.
"That's valid," He nodded. "What's one more box to check off, right?"
Mingyu had no issues with continuing to pursue her until it met her standard.
She was the one he wanted, after all.
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#can't even consider this as a drabble anymore omfg.....#ANYWAYS UHHHHHHHHHHHH slowburn no more??? but also kinda??? i wanted mingyu to pine for her longer but I GUESS ILL BE NICE#this is scheduled im still taking my writing break#college!mingyu au#spamquest#mingyu x reader#mingyu x oc#mingyu drabble#mingyu fluff#mingyu scenarios
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Okay so how about…. you bending Kaveh over on his desk and ruthlessly fucking him dumb while alhaitham is right next door in the other room. Oh no! The lovely blonde is being too loud, his roommate might come and complain about the noise any second! Whatever shall you do? 🤭
OMG YES 😍😍😍🥰🥰😘😘😚😜😜🤪🥺🥺🥺🥺🤣😇🥵🥵😳😳😶🥴🤒😷🤭🤗😈
Ahem-
Fucking kaveh while his roomie is just next door
CW: Hate sex! Rivalry! Little to no plot- just shameless smut! Dub-con! Belly bulge! Mean reader! Brief mention of alhaitham!
Kinda hate this but of well
You were kaveh’s sworn rival, he hated you deeply. He declared so proudly that he can and will surpass you at anyday. So instead of doing that why was he bent over his very own desk getting railed by you?
“Thinking about something else while your with me? How rude” what got him out of his thoughts was rather a harsh thrust, knocking the air out of his lungs. The feeling of your cock being buried deep inside his guts is making his head lighter and lighter.
You can feel the bulge in his tummy as you placed a hand over it, pressing your fingers against it just to feel your cock moving as you thrust in and out. Snapping your hips at a faster pace.
“AH-” he wanted to plead at your fast movements but your fingers pushing down his throat muffled his mewls. “Shh, your roommate is right next door. Did you forget that?” You smirked while leaning near his ears and whispering darkly “or do you perhaps want him to hear how lewd you are being, hmm?”
“Speaking of which, he might’ve as well been listening in this whole time, hearing how hard my cock is fucking you right now.” His eyes rolled to the back of head, as he continued to choke on your fingers.
“Do you think he’s jerking off right now? Or who knows, he might be even imaging himself in your position” your words made him pause as you continued speaking “alhaitham is without a doubt beautiful, maybe I could try my shot with him. Don’t you think?”
Tears trailed down his cheeks at your words. He hated it, he doesn’t understand why but he hated the mere thought of you actually doing that. The sight of his tearful face and pathetic cries that he tried to cover up so hard made you almost feel bad for him.
“Awww don’t worry though, I would never do that” he looked back at you with red eyes before widening them. A loud cry that was surely heard by the scribe emerged from his pretty lips, by suddenly moving at a ridiculously rough pace made kaveh forget everything.
“Why would i do something like that when i have the perfect toy that i can use whenever and however i want.”
#sub genshin#dom reader#genshin impact kaveh#kaveh x male reader#kaveh x reader#kaveh smut#sub kaveh#dom male reader#top male reader#kaveh my beloved#sub character#genshin smut
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hii! Idk if your still doing requests (outside of kinktober), but would you be able to do the arcane milfs w a shy fem s/o? Like she gets flustered easily and things like that. If not that’s completely ok. Thank you and love your writing 💓💓
Arcane milfs with a shy S/O
SEVIKA thinks your shy demeanor is quite adorable, actually. She loves the way you blush whenever she compliments you or how embarrassed you get when she teases you. She also doesn't mind the contrast between you two, with her being a very blunt and shameless person, meanwhile you are the complete opposite. Teases you all the time and makes sure to get extra affectionate with you just to hear your shy giggles. Often gently pinches your cheeks whenever you're blushing and never fails to point out how the tips of your ears have gotten red.
''What was that, cutie? You're gonna have to speak up, I can't hear you when you're mumbling to yourself. Look at me and tell me what you need, okay? Good girl. Hmm, is that a blush I see? No, no, don't try to hide that pretty face of yours, you know I love seeing the effect my words have on you, babygirl.''
GRAYSON doesn't mind your shyness at all. In fact, it makes you all the more sweeter and cuter to her. Won't tease you too much and always likes to make sure you're feeling comfortable and safe whenever you're around her. Chuckles every time that your face reddens after she flirts or compliments you. This happens often as Grayson is huge on praise. You're her sweet girl, and although she appreciates your humble nature, she never fails to praise you and admire the embarrassed but grateful 'thank you' that you give her each time. Grayson really appreciates it when you try to express your love towards her despite your shy nature, she always feels grateful for the effort you put into your relationship.
''Oh, darling, you look so beautiful today. Ah, there's that blushing face I've missed. I'm sorry that we couldn't meet up lately, work has been driving me insane, to be completely honest with you. But enough about that, I'm here with the most charming girl in the world and I intend to wholly enjoy our date. Don't look away now, sweetheart, I want to see your cute face. I have missed it a lot, you know?''
Although CASSANDRA would like for you to put yourself out there more, she finds your shyness surprisingly charming. She likes seeing the effect her words and actions have on you. You're her weak spot and everyone knows that even if she tries to hide it. She just can't say no to you and loves spoiling you whenever she has the opportunity. The way in which you stumble over your words when she shows you any physical affection is especially endearing to her. Behind closed doors, Cassandra is a very touchy and caring partner who only wishes for you to feel comfortable and loved. This can sometimes surprise you, especially when compared to her reserved and strict public persona.
''Come here, my darling, I want you to try on these earrings. Ah, just as I thought, they match your gentle and endearing beauty perfectly. No looking away, let me see those pretty eyes. Good girl, you always listen to me so well, it's why you deserve these gifts in the first place. I especially like the way the color of the earrings accentuates the blush on your face. I only jest, my love, but it does suit you quite well.''
AMBESSA likes the way you react to her advances. Although she prefers upfront and alluring people, she cannot deny the charm that you posses. The way that your eyes sparkle and lips part in awe of her words and actions is like a drug to her. She could study and challenge your reactions for eternity. Another partner who loves teasing you and often pushes your boundaries. However, it is never her intention to make you feel uncomfortable, this is simply her way of showing her affection and love for you. She hates hiding her feelings and would never have you guessing on where you stand with her. Ambessa always reassures you and makes you feel protected.
''Ah, it appears that you caught me staring once again, my darling, I simply can't get enough of you. I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look... Relax, I am only joking, but I certainly wouldn't mind testing that theory, would you? Use your words, sweetheart. Good, come here then, let me savor that cute blush of yours.''
a/n: phew this one has been requested quite a lot so i hope you all enjoy :D
#arcane x reader#sevika x reader#grayson x reader#cassandra kiramman x reader#ambessa medarda x reader
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DON'T tell me you too hc Shanks as the shameless pervert??!! Like the type that's very comfortable with sex and very experienced DILF lmao 😭
Corruption kink?? I thought it was obvious 🙄
That guy could talk about the nastiest kink the same way he talks about the groceries 😩
"...and then she nearly passed out! Haha, I think it's cuz she had all her holes-"
"SHANKS-!! OMG- YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT-!!" but you low-key love it when he does
😭😭😩😩
A/N: YKW…. if you don’t mind imma use your amazing response to blast Shanks kinks because why not Ahahah
Shanks Kinks/What Turns Him On (NSFW)
Black Fem Reader in Mind
CW: KINKS, It’s Pretty Short General List, I Believe He Has More, But These Scream “Shanks”💀
Kinks:
Corruption Kink: He will swear up and down that he doesn’t have one of you tell him, corruption? Absolutely not he loves women he would never—
Shanks loves seeing a pretty innocent thing like yourself not having a clue in the world how to please a man. He can get off on the thought alone of how embarrassed you’d be learning about taking his cock and not knowing how to handle it and so after one night of partying and charming he starts you off by having you face the mirror in his room, air making your nipples erect and naked on his clothed lap. “There you go…ah ah keep looking in the mirror for me.” He guides your hand to rub your clit teaching you how to touch yourself, “It’s okay you can cum…” You whine and grind your hips on his and your own hand. It won’t be long until he shows you how to properly use your mouth. Knowing he took something so important and sacred is a form of ownership that he gets riled up of feeling.
Exhibitionism: Shanks has little to any care about the consequences of ignorant decisions. He could care less.
He totally doesn’t mind a show as long as said person doesn’t get too close. There are plenty of times Shanks didn’t have time to take a woman back to the ship or the hotel and just did a quickie in a bar hallway or an alleyway. Ironically he still haven’t been caught.
Dirty Talk: If he is feeling sweet he will describe what he is going to do to you, but if he is feeling like a little brat he won’t be above making you describe to him what you want him to do—
“Yeah? And then what?” You’ve been on the edge for what seems hours with his fingers and tongue switching places in your aching cunt. Your legs were embarrassingly spread open because he tied them up at the end of the bed posts. He constantly swirlied the tip of his wet muscle on your clit, driving you mad, you could have just grabbed his head to shove his entire mouth inside you, but you knew better than to disobey Shanks. “Then….I—ah! Want you…” “Want me to what, darling? Hold you? Feed you?—“ “Fuck me, Shanks! I want you to fuck me with you cock please!!”
Breeding: I mean is this even—-hello..he’s a certified dilf.
Ironically he does try to practice safe sex when he used to screw random women on the grand line, but Shanks has no problem with fucking the woman he loves raw. When he is close your body is pulled in even closer, he’ll be damned if any of his seed is wasted. His arm pushes your pelvis higher into his, this is usually when he starts to make more noise grunts and cursing in your ear. He wants you to cum with him because the feeling of how you clench still sucking him and his cum in makes his mind go numb. Sometimes if any does drip out he’ll scoop it and finger it back in you regardless of the painful overstimulation. Because he hates to waste.
What Turns Him On:
Walking around naked: I mean it’s pretty obvious pretty much any man loves to see their woman naked, but when he is greeted with you in nothing, but your ass as you bend over the bed to grab something, he won’t think twice to fuck you right there with his cock out of his pants, too eager to get completely nude.
Teasing Him: He is the master at making you flustered. Even though it’s damn near impossible to make him blush even when he’s drunk, It’s just something about when you feel bold enough to say something back at him or even whisper in his ear how badly you need him that really perks up an honest smile and an honest hard on.
The Way You Moan His Name: He cannot get enough of it. It’s so soft, and breathless sometimes while he is in missionary with you he will groan in your ear “Say my name.” Repeatedly Sometimes you can use it to tease him in public to rile him up. Fair warning though, if he is in a slightly annoyed mood you’ll pay for it later.
#shanks x y/n#shanks x you#shanks headcanons#shanks imagine#shanks smut#Shanks x Black reader#Shanks x female reader#shanks one piece#one piece shanks
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MC: *claps their hands together* *smiles*
MC: I hope the housewardens are excited for a story-telling?
The housewardens: ...
Vil: Sensei, didn't you say you would tell us in the near future? This is too soon.
MC: But tomorrow is future. The next day is also future. I don't see any difference with that, Mr. Schoenheit. *chuckles*
Vil: *frowning a little*
Leona: Though this is quite suspicious. Are you in a bit of a trouble, sensei?
MC: ...
MC: *sigh* Well, I'm going to be honest to all of you here.
MC: *smiles* If you remember Mr. Spade's theory, I did something forbidden and it's about to chase me down.
MC: *chuckles* I'm not expecting them to be early. Usually, it will take them two decades to find my whereabouts.
Riddle: What are you talking about, sensei...
MC: Are you ready to know a little bit about my life?
The housewardens: ...
The housewardens: Yes, sensei.
*MC — A half-deity, but has the power to reverse a judgment; and it can be applied to greater deities as long as the conditions are met.*
*Some deities equally respects them, while others don't.*
MC: *is having an argument with a male deity* Your marriage with that mortal woman will not be recognized.
The male deity: We love each other!
MC: *chuckles* Of course, of course. But would she still feel the same if I remove the enchantment you put on her?
The male deity: ...
MC: Seriously, you have a beautiful wife. Why the need for another one when you are not even responsible?
The male deity: You're forgetting that you're just a half-deity... How dare you insult me?!
MC: Calm down, my dear. But truthfully, you aren't as significant as the others. *smiles* Know your place.
Livia: You have gained another enemy.
MC: Enemies are fun, Livia. *chuckles*
Livia: Yes. But you should remember that you're still a half-deity.
Livia: Your power is not greater than anyone.
MC: I have none, Livia. Only privilege.
Livia: Yes. Privilege. Which you should treasure—
MC: —which I can throw in a blink of an eye.
Livia: Your divinity, no.
MC: Your divinity, yes.
Azul: Sensei...
The housewardens: *in unison* You're a menace.
MC: *chuckles* I'll continue with my story.
Livia: Your divinity, I would like to formally invite you to my wedding.
MC: You shouldn't have, Livia. I was planning to gate crash.
Livia: *frowning a little* Please, attend the celebration like a normal guest would.
MC: Alright~. And should I give you my blessing?
Livia: Your divinity, you do well know that you can't give others blessing.
MC: Now, now~ Just for safety measures~.
Livia: It's not needed. I wouldn't be in danger. I promise you.
*Livia ended up dying in the hands of a goddess.*
The goddess: What a disgrace! Trying to marry my son behind my back!
MC: ...
MC: *starts laughing* What a disgrace indeed.
*The deities shocked that they have agreed*
MC: *continues to laugh* A shameless companion of mine going after the son of a goddess. *holding Livia's lifeless body* *rubs their face against her cheek*
MC's father: MC.
MC: Hush, father. *gently lifts her up*
MC: However, it was partially my fault. I should've kept a close eye on her. *chuckles*
MC: Anyway, it doesn't matter. Though, my sweet, merciless goddess.
MC: It would be unfair if her life was only be taken.
The goddess: *her eyes widened*
MC's father: MC! Don't do it!
MC: *chuckles*
MC: Let's celebrate.
The housewardens: ...
Malleus: You killed a goddess's son.
MC: Ah, memories. *smiles*
Vil: And what's the consequence of that?
MC: I lost my body as a deity. Oh! But that due to my father's punishment. *chuckles*
Idia: Wow. And you're fine with it?
Kalim: But what happened to Livia?
MC: Well, I had successfully resurrected her, but she hated me for killing her lover. I couldn't blame her though.
Leona: You all did that and she was ungrateful with it?
MC: Well, waking up from death with no recollection of what happened prior, I wouldn't really blame her. Besides, I get to annoy my former fellow deities every lifeline I get to have. *beams*
The housewardens: ...
Azul: You're... You're an unhinged half-deity.
MC: Oh! But I'm just a professor now. So call me an unhinged professor. Hehe~.
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Brown and Green | Olivia Octavius x Reader
Summary: After the accident with the collider, you end up on Earth 1610 in the Alchemax building. Dr Olivia Octavius is here to greet you. You can't help but notice all the resemblances with your own Octavius.
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Warnings: shameless smut, no genitalia specified, no pronouns specified (reader), tentacle sex, restraints, orgasm denial, overstimulation, fantasising, non-native writer
I hesitated posting it here, but we don't post non-beta'd shit to be a coward. I wrote this in a few hours and took three days to resign myself and just post it. But after seeing Across the Spider-Verse, I had to re-watch the first one and I was, once again, hit in the face by my bisexuality and my obsession towards Dr Octavius. Tell me I'm not the only one...
Oh, reader is part of the Spider-Verse, I wrote with no gender nor genitalia in mind, I hope everyone can enjoy it!
Ok. Let’s do this one more time, shall we?
My name? Not really important because for the last few years, I’ve been the one and only Spiderman. You all know the story by now: being bitten by a radioactive spider which suddenly allows you to skip workout, the loss of a loved one... The usual Spidey-stuff.
I shoot my webs; I swing from Brooklyn to Queens to the Bronx to stop supervillains, rescue cats stuck in trees and help your grandma cross the road.
One day as I was doing my super-work, something weird happened: a flash of light and boom, I was in New York. But not my New York, a new New York. As for where I crashed, well–
“You seem tensed, Spiderman.”
You can feel your bones crack as those weirdly smooth, plastic-y tentacles wrap tighter and tighter around you.
“You, ow–” you hiss, out of breath. “You could say that.”
A shimmering laugh answers you and it’s just so weird. But after all, what could you expect from a parallel universe? You still have a hard time wrapping your head around the whole concept of dimension warping… and alternate versions of your enemies.
“What did you say your name was?”
“Dr Olivia Octavius.” She draws closer, that ridiculously hot smirk at the corner of her lips.
Fuck, can you concentrate for once?
“It sounds like you already knew the answer,” she says. With her free hands, she pulls her curly hair up, rebellious strands framing her face. Is amazing hair a multi-universal law for all Doc Ocks?
“‘Can’t say that I did–” you pause as long gloved fingers slide under the edge of your mask. “Hey! That’s a no-no, lady!”
She snaps the mask right off your face, an interested glimmer in her eyes. You feel like a mouse spread apart for dissection and she sure looks ready to whip out a scalpel. Was she really hiding a complete latex suit underneath her clothes? Not to be the one to pat supervillains on their shoulders to congratulate them on a job well done, but she really mastered the inconspicuous chemistry teacher cosplay.
Focus.
“It is quite fortunate that your portal opened here,” Octavius says conversationally as she readjusts her gloves. “I would have hated to run after you everywhere in the city.”
“Oh, you know me.” Your shrug looks like an uncontrolled twitch of your shoulder. “Always glad to help.”
“Indeed,” she chuckles. She grabs your face, inspecting it from every angle, ignoring your string of offended words. At the corner of your eye, an actuator reaches for a– ah, there is the scalpel. “Now…”
Oh hell no…
“Hey! Hey lady–“ Struggling is pointless and the more you try, the more she grins. “Olivia– can I call you Liv’?”
Octavius laughs. “Only my friends call me Liv.”
“We can be friends I’m sure.” You make sure to put on your best smolder. It looks painfully ineffective. “Or, you know, we can come to an arrangement.”
She raises an eyebrow at that but doesn’t answer. She’s not considering it, is she? That’d be a lucky day for the smolder – not that it doesn’t usually work of course (It doesn’t.) You keep smiling but her slow approach makes all your senses – spider and regular, tingle. It takes all of your brain power to tame your fight-or-flight response and not recoil as much as you can.
Are you seriously sweating right now?
“Oh, that’s rich.” Her smile is predatory. “Is it a usual Spiderman tactic to try to seduce their enemies?”
The actuators tighten even more around your torso. The discreet cough you let out widens her smile.
Toothy.
“Perhaps not in your universe.”
You’re relieved when the scalpel is dropped carelessly on the table behind her. Even more relieved when the tentacles lessen their grip around you. Your relief is soon replaced by surprise as one of them curls slowly around your left leg. It’s definitely better than being cut open, right?
“Alright, little spider.” Octavius stares down at you. “I’ll entertain the idea.”
Right?
In a blur, she steps in between your legs, helped by the arm holding your limb hostage. “And to answer your question…” Her hand comes to rest in the dip of your hip, feeling up muscles under her fingertips. Somehow it’s this simple gesture that sends a strong shiver through your nervous system.
“You can call me ‘Doctor’ from now on.”
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“Liv.” The actuator tightens around your throat. “Doctor!”
A low laugh answers you. And that’s just not fair. Octavius has you in the most vulnerable state you’ve ever been in. Except perhaps that time when you had to face Captain Stacy, near the corpse of your bestfrie— oops, no, wrong mind folder. The most physically vulnerable you’ve ever been then.
“You never stop talking, do you?”
Earlier, Octavius had taken all the time in the world to push your arms out of your suit, her actuators handling you like a puppet, until your torso was bare for her to enjoy. You did try to yank at the tentacles keeping both your arms secured behind your back but thanks to whatever kind of sick machinery she put in them, they just wouldn’t budge. You were genuinely impressed at the technology allowing those arms to both be flexible and unbreakable. Even your Octavius had to favor titanium steel when he built his own.
The actuator that isn’t wrapped around your throat – a menacing yet tantalizing statement, or holding your limbs down, creeps from the top of your thigh to your chest, not unlike a viper chasing for its food.
Ah yes, the situation at hand.
“To be fair,” you huff. “You love to hear yourself talk as well.”
“You seem to know a lot about me, little spider.” Her hand travels from your hip to the underside of your right thigh. “Altercations with my alter-self then?”
You chuckle, a breathy fucking embarrassing thing. “Oh, plenty.”
Your suit pools uncomfortably at the bottom of your stomach, the sleeves flapping underneath you. It must be so practical to have strong mechanical arms capable of holding your enemy one meter above the ground without even breaking a sweat. But you feel way too warm. Isn’t it hot right now? Isn’t she hot?
Oh, she definitely is, submit your traitorous mind.
“I’m sure we must have been tormenting you intensely.” She giggles, examining a large scar running from your pectoral to your lower belly. With a finger, she traces it like words on paper.
“That’s from you, actually.”
Your Octavius had looked so smug when it happened.
She looks up, smirking. “His actuators are way more pointy than yours,” you explain.
The double-entendre doesn’t go unnoticed, but she doesn’t comment. “Actuators, uh? I haven’t heard this denomination in a while, since my research paper on radioactivity in fact.”
“Yeah, I did my homework.”
You exhale shortly when the teasing actuator wrapped itself around your middle section allowing the others to tug at your suit. Octavius stopped her reverential petting to observe the spandex clinging to your skin, slowly displaying your legs and your underwear-clad pelvis like an exhibit. A free one at that, with free food and everything.
“So,” Octavius asks after discarding the suit to a corner of the room. “What’s the name of my counterpart?”
Both her hands come resting on your legs again. “Otto,” you mutter through clenched teeth.
“Funny,” she says, taking her sweet time feeling your backside muscles. She likes to grope, doesn’t she? “That’s the name of my father.”
Your nose wrinkles. “Ew, what a way to kill the mood, lady.”
Strangely, she doesn’t mention your slip, simply laughing while resting her palm on your– nether regions. The mood is far from being killed however judging by the humiliating wetness spreading through your underwear. She presses her palm down a little forcefully, and you moan loudly. Raising an eyebrow, it’s with a certain – perhaps misplaced – curiosity that she alternates between stroking up and down and toying with the tips of her fingers any potentially sensitive region. And you can’t contain the noise.
To be fair, you’ve never really been ashamed of anything.
There’s a daze settling in your mind, a fog behind your eyes as you only focus on the diffuse pleasure settling down there. You’re pulsating, every blood vessel tight, engorged as a blush spreads on your skin. You’re drifting, fuck– you’re so–
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”
You don’t have time to reflect on the fact that you obeyed so eagerly because her touch's gone and it's the only thing you can focus on at the moment. She knows that too because her smugness is plastered all over her face – some things never change, and you want to cum all over her arrogant little smile.
“That’s–” you struggle to catch your breath. “So uncool.”
“The arrangement is you get out of here alive and I,” Octavius smirks. “get to do what I want with you.”
The shiver that travels through you speaks volumes. So the key to the ultimate fuck was ‘travel to a parallel universe’ all along? Talk about a joke.
“Now.” She straightens up, towering over you. “Tell me a little more about your Otto.”
The tentacles raise you higher in the air, pushing your hips at almost eye-level to Octavius.
“Self-centered much?” You joke, trying to ignore the actuator crawling along your leg.
“Curious,” she replies, enjoying the show. “You didn’t go around flexing those beautiful muscles in front of his face, did you?”
“What–” You try not to blush but fuck– it’s hard to concentrate when there’s the equivalent of an alien tentacle nuzzling you through your underwear. “Hey! I’m a very respectable – ah!, person ok?”
She laughs loudly at that. “It’s not a no, is it?”
“It’s part of the job!” You huff, avoiding eye contact. “Nothing ever happened with Otto. I care about my life, you know.”
“But not enough to avoid trying your ridiculous seduction tactics on me?”
You wonder if there’s a sliver of internalized misogyny reprimanded somewhere but, in your defense, the smooth head of the actuator now slowly creeping towards your opening is hard not to focus on.
“Worth a shot?” you pant.
You let out a surprised groan as the rough feeling of your underwear breaches your entrance, pushed inside by the blunt head of the mechanical arm. Not nearly enough to truly be inside but the movement is a warning at worst, a promise at best.
For fuck’s sake, listen to yourself.
As the actuator keeps pushing against your hole, you’re assaulted by the wet sound your garment does as it moves. It’s reminiscent of your evenings alone in your shitty apartment when you have enough time to tease the shit out of you. And as Octavius’ hand is back on your crotch, sensations and recollections drive you mad, spilling moans and gasps from your open mouth. Are you going to cum just like this? Groped through your pants and your hole teased like a fucking teenager? You’re too old for that.
Octavius hums to herself, observing you and cataloguing all your reactions as she would do for her research. Her undivided attention on you is exhilarating, and you watch her through half-lidded eyes wishing you could see the curious glint in those wide brown pupils.
What the fuck?
“You seem out of it, Spiderman.” She chuckles. “Drifting away?”
You gulp. “You could say that.”
It’s like she can see right through you. “Fuck– I’m–”
She suddenly disengages, leaving you once again panting, muscles tensed under smooth plastic. “Oops,” she giggles. “Butterfingers.”
You can only stare, heart skipping a beat. She couldn’t possibly have–
“Let me help you with that.”
In seconds, she discards you of any remaining pieces of clothing, holding you upright in all your naked glory. Still dizzy from everything, the touches, the words, you don’t say anything.
“Well then.” She tilts her head to the side. “Spider got your tongue?”
As latex-clad fingers dip inside your mouth before you can even muster a clever answer, you let out a moan, obsessed with the slick feeling of spit on her gloves. Lost in thought, a smooth arm soon takes its rightful place on your groin, pocking, rubbing and your sex glistens, sticky and sensitive to the air. Octavius keeps pressing her fingers down your tongue, sampling every single strand of your DNA when she pulls them away. Now that she’s so close, you can see her green eyes through her goggles. Wait, green?
“Have I finally broken you, little spider?”
Her laugh is supposed to be taunting but it just releases another spike of arousal through your whole body as if she somehow managed to alter your genes, confuse every nerve. Your entire self had changed with a single bite from a radioactive spider, who said you couldn’t go through the same process all over again?
“Not by a long shot,” you chuckle breathlessly.
“If I’d known it’d be this easy…” Her wet fingers graze against a hard nipple and you bite your tongue to not release another embarrassing noise. “Perhaps your Otto should take lessons.”
You let out a breathy moan, weak against the surge of all those sensory attacks and perhaps from the superposition of brown and green, tiptoeing the leyline linking her universe to yours. Unlike him, she seems to see right through you, deciphering the codex of your fantasies with a single look.
“You should describe him to me.”
“What?” you sutter. “What for–”
The twist sears through you, making your knees shake, pleasure distorting pain. The actuator against your throat tightens imperceptibly, just enough to make you remember its presence.
“Come on,” she whispers. “Are we alike?”
You scoff. “Not at all. He’s…”
A pain in the ass. Always in the way, always stealing money, always speaking about grand schemes and higher purposes. Completely mad, a total whacko, undeniably intelligent, brilliant–
“Tall.”
It makes her laugh. The touch of the actuators against your feverish skin is almost enough to cool it down. “And?”
“Uh, large?” you mutter. “He’s like a mountain or– something…”
One hand keeps playing with your nipples as the other traces random figures along your stomach which, you realize, aren’t random at all but just the complex network of your battle marks. When she runs a finger along the scar adorning your torso, you gasp softly and her gaze is all-knowing. Octavius drives you insane, and you’ll soon be complete putty in her hands, using your body as she pleases while you’re assaulted with visions of large hands and uncovered skin.
“He has uh…”
Get a fucking grip.
“Uh, he has short brown hair.”
You realize that her spit-covered fingers have travelled all the way down when she uncaringly presses a digit inside. Breath knocked out of your chest, you still hiss at the dry and unpleasant sensation but the lone actuator is quick to distract you again. When you think you had enough time to gather all your unholy thoughts and the remnants of your oxygen, her finger is joined by another, spreading you open.
“What else?” she asks, focused on her task.
You sigh, annoyed. “He has brown eyes–”
The actuator’s head suddenly splits open, revealing four small appendages and the opening of the tube that controls it. It stares at you, almost mocking, and you can’t take your eyes off it before it starts to dip down.
“Wait, wait, what do you think you’re doing–”
The echo of Octavius’ laugh is registered far at the back of your mind as the arm traps the entirety of your sex like the mouth of a carnivorous plant on a powerless bug. You feel it suck, making you throb, sputtering everywhere. The rippling of the plastic membrane makes it look alive as if it was waiting to swallow everything your body has to offer.
“Whe– where they even– fuck!, designed for th–ah!”
Octavius retreats her fingers, laughing again before getting rid of her right glove with her teeth. You try not to dwell on how filthy it is.
Fuck, it’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever seen.
The suction on your crotch increases and now you can only pant, gasp and droll everywhere. It's a sensation like no other, making you ignore everything else. Nails dip in your cheeks as Octavius grabs your chin to look at you, pride of your current state written all over her face.
“His eyes, you said?”
You want to kill her. “His– eyes?”
“Yes.” She giggles. “I don’t think you finished your sentence.”
You want to kiss her.
The actuator around your throat releases you, leaving you gasping for air. But your relief is brief as it soon slides against your loosened hole, slowly but surely pressing in.
‘They’re– they’re,” you stutter, arching towards her, brain devoid of any coherence. “Brown?”
She grips your face more forcefully and every sensation suddenly comes to a stop. “Have your brain already melted through your ears?”
You whine. “Ok, ok– they’re big, too gentle even–”
She smiles, a predatory thing. Aren’t spiders supposed to be predators? One good, strong suction on your crotch has you moaning so loudly you’re afraid all Achemax will come running in. “Beautiful– he’s–”
The actuator pushes inside smoothly, leaving you a shaking mess, split apart by the chaos of sensations running underneath your skin. No casual sexual encounter could have ever brought you to such a delightful, painfully aroused state. Your senses are attacked, assaulted from every direction as you’re watched, dissected under the gaze of an enemy. Octavius takes immense pleasure watching you completely surrender to her, and you can’t not picture the smug crooked smile of her counterpart in the wrinkles at the corner of her lips. There’s a lot that you could question about yourself if you hadn’t left your higher brain functions under the hands – and the tentacles, of a magnificent opponent.
“I think you have some self-reflection to do, little spider.”
You register the press of her lips late. Still holding your chin in a death grip, she kisses you like a snake strikes its prey. Eyes rolling back as she sinks her teeth into your lower lip, you arch strongly towards her, arms hurting for being held down for so long, legs spasming and chest heaving. Her tongue plunges into your mouth and she sucks at your lips not unlike how her actuators pump in and out of you, suck you dry, drive you insane…
Suddenly, she draws back, exhaling harshly against your reddened lips and you can feel her body moving forward. You only have the time to register that her hips are trusting against the actuator stuck to your crotch before she grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls harshly.
“Come on,” she pants in the crook of your neck. “Break down, sweetheart.”
You come like this, lightning travelling up your spine as you release on the mouth of the actuator, overstimulated by the trusts inside of you and the feeling of Octavius’ teeth on your skin. You spasm like an insect trapped in a web, a mouse constricted by the body of a python, arching, trusting your hips up over and over as the arm milks your orgasm out of you. Your throat is raw, your tongue is heavy and all your muscles scream from overuse but you just can’t stop coming, wetness spreading against your groin. When the actuators finally move away, you drip all over the floor, as your sex pulses, crimson red and spent.
Breathing air like it’s the first time, you try your best to calm your beating heart as you’re finally free from the arms’ grip, lowered on a nearby chair. Octavius lets out a sigh, tugging a rebellious strand of hair behind her ear.
“Oh well.” She smiles. “Good, very good.”
She throws your suit at your face. “You better run, little spider.”
“Uh?” You put it back, ignoring the uncomfortable stickiness between your thighs.
“This is my gift to you,” she says, putting on a clean glove. “You have five minutes before I hunt you down and use your body for my experiments.”
You laugh awkwardly, voice rough as you limp through the room. “I’ll be gone then. See ya, Doc!”
The giggle she lets out is hunting. As you swing away to central New York, the traces of her abuse all over your body, you think about your Octavius.
Perhaps you’ll try a new technique next time you meet.
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Alfons vs Roger event (Alfons end)
As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this
Alfons: Now then-
Roger: Let’s get this over with.
Oh right, we gotta be “friendly” today, don’t we?
Then let’s be good boys and work together. Here we go.
Kidnapper: Wah!
Roger swiftly gets behind the man and pins his arms behind his back.
No matter how much he struggles, he can’t escape Roger’s strong arms.
Alfons: I’m disgusted by the fact that I have to fight with you…
Alfons bit down on a black leather glove, removed it, and touched his nape with his fingertips.
Alfons: But more importantly…
I hate people who would do things such as throwing a lady’s life away for money.
Alfons then threw a piece of trash nearby out the window.
Alfons: Look, is it alright that your precious money’s flying away?
Kidnapper: Ah, ah…! How dare you throw out my money!
(Huh?)
As the kidnapper said that, he jumped out the second floor window after a piece of trash.
Roger: So that guy saw trash as money in your illusion?
Alfons: Yes. Also, there’s a large garbage disposal site nearby.
There’s a big, big pit there, and once you fall in, you will not be able to crawl out.
Roger: Haha, you still got great taste as usual. Well, if you can die surrounded by money, that’s how you’ll wanna go.
Kate, sorry for tricking you.
Kate: It’s fine, you guys gave me clear signals and I knew you would come to help.
Roger: I’d like to have watched you struggle for a bit longer, but this guy here.
Alfons: I’ve been under a lot of stress as a result of having to be friendly with Roger for the entire day.
I should have punched him 2 or 3 times to relieve it.
I understood what he meant under that shameless lie.
Alfons tried to help me as quickly as possible.
Roger: So, little lady. I think it’s about time we heard how many points we have.
Kate: You’re right. Then I’ll announce the results.
For the total number of points—
Both Alfons and Roger scored 100 points, so it’s a tie.
Alfons and Roger: …
Roger: Pfft haha. Is it because we did a good job fighting together in the end?
Kate: Yes.
Alfons: An absurdity, but a funny one like Miss Kate.
Roger: Al.
Roger pinched Alfons’ nose.
Alfons furrowed his brows after roughly shaking him off.
Alfons: ……What?
You couldn’t possibly be saying “That’s minus one point. I’ve lost.”
Roger: No way. I just got carried away with the fighting…
You were originally gonna give Alfons the chocolates, weren’t you, little lady?
I’m giving up.
Kate: Roger…
Alfons: That’s something about you that I really don’t like.
Roger: Pfft haha. I don’t hate you. Never have.
Well, I’m leaving. Gonna go pester them for the medicine storage in the basement.
Seemed like Roger forgot he was even part of a contest and left.
Alfons: That glasses-wearing egoist. I’d like if he fell down the stairs and hit his head.
Kate: I like this.
Alfons: Huh? What is this? Are you shamelessly exposing your affair?
Since when did you start leading men on?
Kate: I’m not. I was talking about your relationship with Roger.
Alfons: What do you mean?
Kate: You’re more childish when you’re with Roger.
I think that’s when you’re acting like your true self. That’s why I like your relationship.
Alfons: …
Kate: Ah, but I can’t help but feel a bit jealous when I think about it…
Alfons: Aha!
You would like to see my true self? Then here you go.
Kate: Huh? Kyaa…
He pushes me down onto the sofa.
Pinning me down, Alfons’ taps on my lips with a finger.
Alfons: Why not give me your sweetheart chocolates?
Is this a part of your teasing?
Kate: Well…
I’m sorry, Alfons. I was anxious…
Alfons: Hmm, anxious?
Kate: I had heard rumors about you receiving a lot of chocolate every year.
So I thought that you wouldn’t want mine.
Alfons: You’re a dumb one, aren’t you? Of course I’d want it from my “lover”.
Kate: Alfons…
Alfons: The fact that you can’t understand such a simple thing has me sulking. Please make me feel better.
Until I’m in a better mood, I won’t be able to do all the naughty things you love.
Kate: I d-don’t want to do that stuff.
(Though there were some interesting moments during the contest)
Besides, I really do want Alfons to enjoy himself.
I don’t care if he ridicules or teases me, I want him to spend each moment with a smile.
Kate: Understood. Then I’ll do all I can to put you back in a good mood.
I sat up on the sofa and took out a piece of chocolate from the bag I kept close.
Alfons: What will you do for me?
Kate: I put all my love into these sweetheart chocolates.
Box of chocolates in hand, I shouted out.
Kate: Alfons, I like you a lot!
Alfons: Hehe, that was unexpected…
I want to hear more.
Kate: Alfons, I like you a lot…
Alfons: Good, good. Once more, with spirit.
Kate: Alfons~~! I like you a lot~~!
Alfons: Pfft, ahahaha! You…Hehe, you look like a raving fool.
Kate: Hehe…you’re right. Geez.
Alfons: Okay, I forgive you.
I’m in a good mood now so let’s do something naughty. How about we play with the chocolate?
Alfons’ hand went to the back of my head and our lips drew closer.
Kate: We can’t do that here. It’s another lord’s mansion…
Alfons: No one will think of your moans as anything but a lady’s illicit affair.
Kate: It’s still not a good idea…
Alfons: You’re so stingy, Miss Kate.
Well, I thought you would say something like that, so I’ve already arranged for a carriage to take us home.
(Huh?)
Alfons: So let me take as much of you and the chocolates in as I can.
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Ghost x City Girl! Reader
Word Count: 600~
NSFW 18+, Shameless Smut, Snippet, Toxic Relationships, Hate-Fucking, FWB, Sexual Tension, Jealous/Possessive Ghost, Bratty Reader, Reader is a Mean Girl, Cheating(?), It's just disrespectful I guess.
I'm down bad. That's why this got made. This is just a snippet. I want it to be steamy because I'm a whore, but for now, here's a sneak peek.
Previous Parts -- One | Two
NOTE: This is subject to change in the final version
"So who was he?" Ghost asks you later, once everyone's left the office for lunch and cleared out of the building.
You stand from your seat and turn to face him, smirking. "Who?"
"Don't play dumb," he's grown less humored now. "You know who. The bloke I saw you with this morning."
"Oh, right," you say sarcastically. "That guy. He's just some dude I met on Tinder a few weeks ago-"
"Weeks ago?" That detail catches the man off guard. Weeks. The same weeks you shared with Ghost, only he saw now that hadn't been exclusive. "You been seein' him for weeks?"
"I'm seeing him tonight too," you add. "With luck, I'll see him tomorrow as well. Problem?"
No, it's not a problem, Ghost had thought. Or it shouldn't be. Yet, when asked, he can't quite bring himself to give you an answer, opting for silence instead. Silence you quickly weaponize.
You smile, eyes half-lidded and a giggle bubbling in your throat. "Don't tell me you're jealous, Manchester."
"Not in the slightest."
You laugh now; naturally, you didn't believe him. You knew those quick remarks hid a hurt man inside, even if that man had been as stoic as Ghost.
"Does he know about us?" Ghost asks, now having had more time to sort through all his burning questions.
"He knows I'm single and seeing other guys," you clarify, following it up with a peculiar look. You thought it strange there had suddenly been an emphasis on the word "us" in his sentence. "You're trippin' all of a sudden Manchester-"
"Did you fuck him?"
"Ah," you've been waiting to hear that question leave him since the conversation began. "There it is."
You stare at Ghost for a good while from across the room, not feeling as inclined to divulge him with an answer right away. You needn't bother, however. Ghost knew the answer before he even asked it. He just wants to hear you say it.
"I asked you a question." His voice grows low, magnetic even, as his eyes all but bore into you like knives, ready to carve you up and dissect you where you stand. Ghost takes a few steps forward, until he's a foot or away from you, towering over you like a skyscraper. "Did you fuck him?"
"I sure did," you say. "I fucked him on the first date. I fucked him five days ago, and I fucked him yesterday. I plan on fucking him tonight too. Problem?"
Ghost boxes you in, his hands firmly on the wall, resting beside either side of your face. You don't flinch, nor do you budge. Your chin is held high, as is that mocking tone in your eyes. You let him close that small space between you two, smelling the cigarettes and cologne on his uniform and feeling the warmth of his body shower over you.
Even under his mask, you could see the man doing all he could to not look like he was seething. However, his skin vibrates with anger, telling tales of jealousy and rage his lips would not. Heat pools off him like a predatory aura, his dark eyes having not left yours since you started.
He leans forward until he's felt his mask-veiled lips gently graze the shell of your ear. Ghost says with a low, breathy tone, "He must not know how you like it, then. Or else you wouldn't come crawlin' back 'ere, beggin' me to fuck you."
"And how do I like it, Manchester?" You whisper back into his ear.
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Quiet night in.
Prompt: After Josh has been away on a cheap v expensive video for 4 days, then having to stay for another 4 due to the flight delaying Y/n is feeling rather touched starved as not many of her close friends live in London, so when josh got back he found her to be rather clingy.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut,
“Ah shit- behz, I have stuff booked-“ Josh scoffs as he looks at Ethan.
“Mate- I can’t do anything about it, and it’s a bit hard finding a flight or flights from Poland to anywhere in the uk at all- so-“ he rambles on as josh rolls his eyes and looks at JJ and Tobi who both look pissed.
An hour later they have some news on their flights.
“Listen- I’m sorry lads but the best it seems like I can do is Tuesday night.” Ethan says, irritation present in his tone.
“Ah fuck off! Tuesday?” JJ shouts.
Josh runs his hands through his hair and sighs, picking up his phone to call Y/n. On the second ring she answers.
“Hey josh! I’m just finishing this recording, are you on your way back?” His girlfriends cheery tone fills his ears.
“Uh- no sorry n/n- I’m- my flights been delayed and I hate to say it but- it’s until Tuesday night.” He says.
“What? Uh- alright.. I hate when these things happen.. I- I’ll see you then, love you.” She says softly.
“Yeah- love you too..”
That night josh went to bed sour while Y/n went to bed disappointed.
The next couple of days she deep cleaned the house and took her mind off her fiancés absence.
When he finally got back to England he was in a better mood as he booked an Uber.
He arrived back at 3 in the morning and he expected Y/n to be fast asleep so when he silently got back into the house and left his bags by the door, he was surprised to see Shameless USA playing on the TV as she sat wrapped in a blanket, eating ice cream.
She still hadn’t noticed him when he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist to which she yelled.
“Ah! Josh! You’re back!” She says as she puts her ice cream down and turns to face him.
He smiles tiredly and she wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly, her breasts pressing against his chest as she buries her nose into the nape of his neck.
“I’ve missed you.” She said in a squeaky, surprised tone as he placed his hands underneath her thighs and lifted her off the ground.
“I’ve missed you too.. why are you awake so late?” He says as he starts to carry her into the bedroom, turning the TV off and leaving the almost empty ice cream tub.
“I- couldn’t sleep.” She says gently as he settle her into bed.
She smiles up at him as he pulls his shirt off and leaves his shorts on.
She was wearing a extra large sidemen SpongeBob top as she smiled.
He smiled back as he climbed next to her, letting his cold hands go under her shirt and resting on her abdomen as she shivered and brought her back further into his chest.
“I’ve missed you josh..” she says as she turns to face him, tracing shapes on his chest.
“I’ve missed you too, n/n” he replies as he rests his chin on her head.
The next morning, he wakes up to his fiancés fingers tracing his bare chest in non rhythmic patterns with a small smile, her hollow dimples showing slightly.
He smiles and tightens his grip on her waist.
“Morning..” his rough morning voice almost whispered.
She looked up at him and kissed his lips gently, her other hand now in his cheek.
He tightened his arms around her waist and rests his chin on her head.
She nuzzles herself into his chest further as she inhales his scent.
They just held each other for around two hours before she sat up and kissed his lips, to which he reincorporated— which lead to a make out session which lead to love-filled sex.
Her eyes were now closed again as she lay her head on his bare chest, her face bright red.
“Do- you wanna order some food, n/n?” He asks as his hand runs through her hair.
“Yeah- I don’t mind what you get- I’m going to have a shower.” She smiles as she sits up and kissed his lips again.
After her shower, she changes into some Christmas pyjamas (November is Christmas time) and sits next to Josh on their bed, it was currently 1pm so she assumed her ordered sandwiches or something.
When the food got here- she was proven right when he handed me a New York deli.
That afternoon, we just leaned on each other and watched shows, Allen and laughed, her arm never leaving his, kisses on his cheeks and hands on his hair, she held onto him with such sincerity he was glad he had her.
That night, they spoke till early hours, holding each other tightly.
“Love you josh..” she said gently as they nuzzled each other.
“I love you too, n/n.” He says as he kisses her forehead.
They slept and held each other, the next morning also starting the same way as the previous one, it was clear how much she missed him.
A/n: I don’t know about this one, it doesn’t have as much as regularity!! (I need to work on POV changes bro 😭) hope you enjoyed!!
@ace-call-me-what-youd-like I’ll try get the James fic out soon! Sorry for the wait!
#sidemen x y/n#sidemen x reader#sidemen#miniminter x reader#simon minter#miniminter#behzinga x reader#behzinga#ethan payne#ethan payne x reader#zerkaa x reader#zerkaa#josh zerkaa#ksi x reader#ksi#jj olatunji#tobi brown x reader#tobijzl#vikkstar x reader#vikkstar123
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Doesn’t it make you mad?
They have been together for over a year now and Steve is restless. He is so used to being obvious and shameless with his affection that the whole pretend we're just friends so they don't lynch us gets under his skin and sits there like a barbed wire. He doesn't want much, just kiss Eddie without checking the whole street and darkened windows like a private detective. He wants to hold his hand and not drop it the second someone comes round the corner. To reach out when Eddie's hair gets stuck on the nearest tree branch, fence or anything, untangle them and not have to move his hands away like his skin'd peel off if any part of Eddie touches him for too long.
It all boils over one day when they come back from a grocery run. Some of their former classmates are there, smooching the life out of each other and Steve feels a pang of jealousy. He doesn't want to hide what he feels for Eddie, he wants to show him off for the whole world to see. "He chose me!" he wants to scream in their faces. Instead, he grabs a box of Honeycomb behind the girl's head and mutters "wow, breathing is sure overrated, huh?", not even attempting to cover up his annoyance.
"Doesn't it make you mad?" he asks, slamming a milk carton on the counter of their shared home. They even lied to their landlord because god forbid that two men love each other. They have two rooms, two beds, as if they need them. The kids, however, see the extra room as their personal sleepover zone and Steve already knows they're never getting rid of the little shits. Especially since Eddie has a special bookcase for his Dragons and the other thing right there.
Eddie just quirks an eyebrow and gently wrestles the milk from Steve's grip. "Easy, Stevie. One would think you're trying to apply enough pressure to turn this into butter." He haphazardly tosses a few items into the fridge before turning back. "Sorry, what is supposed to make me mad?"
"All of it. Hiding, acting like we're doing something wrong. All while those sleazebags swap spit in the middle of the store and no one bats an eye."
He blinks and crosses arms in front of his body. "I thought we talked about this, Steve. That you knew what you were getting into. It's just not the same, can't be." He opens the fridge and starts actually sorting the groceries with fidgety fingers. "I hope you're not having second thoughts, big boy," he forces his voice to sound casual when the question is anything but.
"Oh no, no no no. Eddie. Not in a million years." The door slams shut and the bag is left forgotten on the counter as Steve spins Eddie around, gently removing a strand of hair that is somehow again stuck to his lips. "It's the opposite," he breathes and mindlessly strokes Eddie's cheek.
Eddie's brow furrows. "Oookay? You'll have to clarify that because I'm not sure what you're getting at." He doesn't move away though.
"It's just..." Steve is fumbling over his words, trying to gesticulate and hold Eddie's face at the same time. "I want better for you. I don't want to give the impression that you're a dirty secret I'm ashamed of. I want to...I don't know. Have my arm around you. Give you my jacket when you get cold. Because you always get cold. All those things. And it's just so fucking frustrating that I have to choose between keeping you safe and showing you how I feel." He looks at the ground, Eddie's shoes suddenly very interesting. "It's stupid, I know."
And Eddie just beams at him, radiant as ever, and covers Steve's hand with his. "You hopeless romantic," he teases and gives Steve a gentle peck on his lips. "Seriously though. It's fine."
Steve gives him a doubtful look. "Fine? Really?"
The long hair tangles everywhere as Eddie furiously shakes his head. "Ah, no. It totally sucks. What I mean by fine is - even if you're allowed to do something or if it's accepted, it doesn't mean you'll do it. I know you would," he quickly interrupts Steve when he hears a sharp intake of breath. "But many people don't. God, I hate even mentioning them, but take your parents, Steve. Holding hands in public, so sweet, so perfect," he mocks, "but as soon as they don't have an audience, they drop the charade. It's crazy common. So I'd much rather have this," he gestures between them, not-so-accidentally brushing Steve's chest in the process. "I'd rather have us. Sure, sometimes it's like navigating a minefield out there, but maybe it will change one day. Maybe it won't. But even now, there are so many little things you sneak in in public that show me that I might be dirty," he snickers and Steve smacks his thigh in retaliation, "but I'm definitely no secret. When you light my cigarette, or pick me up after work...it's real and it's ours."
There is a comfortable silence between them and Steve relaxes against Eddie. Just when Eddie thinks the fridge door is becoming a bit uncomfortable, Steve speaks again. "I get it. That's...that's true." He pauses for a second. "I still want to kiss you silly on the street though."
Eddie laughs and pulls him closer, comfort be damned. "Me too, Stevie. But how about this. You can still fuck me silly right here. No streets needed for that. Although kissing is strongly recommended."
That completely breaks the tension and Steve howls in laughter, his fingers already sneaking underneath Eddie's t-shirt. "Those are some impressive negotiation skills, Munson."
"Thanks," Eddie grins and returns the favor. "I'll have you know, my boyfriend loves them."
#steddie#steddie brainrot#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie drabble#steddie fanfiction#st crack#stranger things fanfiction#strangerthingsfanfiction#stranger things#I just want to see some healing in this series#is that too much to ask for#also eddie wasn't doomed from the start you sadistic brothers#a few bat nibbles won't break my firm belief that Eddie beats the odds and gives the whole town the finger#stranger things drabble
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college/university au! i feel like dazai would opt for philosophy or chemistry, either way he’s still fucking shameless.
He first set his eyes on you, a diligent, bright little thing, always so sweet and hard-working student. Clueless, a bit oblivious- innocent, if you will. He takes note of how you’d treat him with utmost respect and admiration, having seen dozens of girls whoring themselves out for him (ngl i will too). The little smile and gasp you’d make every time you get something right will always be amusing to him, how you’d swing your legs back and forth absentmindedly, fidgeting in your seat. One afternoon Dazai had asked you to stay behind, for the reason that he needed some help with grading papers. Of course you accepted, and before you know, things accelerated so quickly that you’re now on top of his lap, his half-hard erection pressed against your behind while his hands made their way under your sweater.
“Oh? Don’t mind me. Keep going, love. You’re doing so well.”
Ah he's so sneaky.... he sees all the people throwing themselves at him either for his looks or smarts, as well as all the people that hate him because he never studies and passes anyway. But you're the one that catches his eye, and Dazai knows that you'll fall for him easily. You're kind and welcoming, sitting with him in the library to study. You study, he pretends to study while looking at you out of the corner of his eye. Might even pretend to need help in one of his subjects so you'll get closer to him, helping with his homework and studying.
And oho that last bit....mhm he'd love to end up like that. Being so close to you, surrounded in your smell, your weight on his lap and your ass brushing against his bulge while you appear to have no idea what's going on.
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A3! Event Story Translation “Ah, My Dearly Beloved” [ Chapter 2 ]
After reading a stimulating book, Azami goes to room 103 for consultance.
Azami
Phew…
…Alright, get to reading already.
Manga
“What a woman——!”
“Lady Fujitsubo, won’t you reciprocate my love?”
“Oh, but I mustn't…”
Azami
T-t-this is too inappropriate!!!!!
I can’t believe I’m reading such a shameless book! This HAS to all be exaggeration, just for the fun of it…!
Sigh… guess I’ll just have to read the original…
Azami
*Knocks and enters*
Gah…
Chikage
This would mark the second time I’ve seen that face.
Azami
Didn’t think you’d be here…
Itaru
Senpai, doesn’t he look like he hates you more than usual? Did you do something?
Chikage
Oh, but I haven’t a clue.
Itaru
Yeah, that face is giving you away.
Azami
…Itaru-san, are you free right now? There’s just this small assignment I’m struggling on…
Chikage
You’re better off asking Tsumugi with old Japanese literature.
Azami
Aight, but won’t Tsumugi-san be a little late today——.
Wait, how the hell did you know it was about Japanese lit!?
Chikage
When I caught a glimpse of you at the bookstore, I saw you holding a book with a cover that looked like a historical one.
Besides, you reacted when “The Tale of Genji” was brought up, so I figured…
Azami
What’s with my luck today…
Chikage
That’s the part where you should be praising my amazing deduction skills.
Azami
You just get more unbearable by the second.
Itaru
Let’s see, you have an assignment on “The Tale of Genji” and you want me to bless you with my guidance, right?
Azami
Not sure ‘bout that last part, but you pretty much got it.
I got told in class to read the first part by the end of the month, we have to submit a written report by then.
I can’t handle romance stories so I thought I’d cheat a little and know the context by reading a manga.
The story… was a bit…
Itaru
Gotcha. Must’ve been overstimulating for you.
Chikage
Well, pictures would leave more of an impact since they’re easy to understand.
Itaru
I don’t mind, but there’s a lotta kanji in “The Tale of Genji” that I don’t recognize, I’m not good at that wordy stuff…
I’m more of a STEM kinda guy.
Tsumugi’s good at HUMSS subjects, but he’s preoccupied with his side gig for a while…
Azami
S’that so…
Itaru
…
Azami
…
Chikage
Too bad, classics aren’t my strong suit.
Azami
Even if it was, I’d eat my fist before I ask you.
Itaru
I mean, I’ve read through it before, I can teach you some of it.
I just finished this event, how does right now sound?
Azami
Sorry for the bother, and thanks.
*Knocking is heard from the door*
Chikage
Didn’t know it’d be crowded during visiting hours today.
Azuma
You’re invited for a drink after all, you would have known about the visit.
We’ve got some VIPs coming, so you should say hello too, Azami.
Azami
VIP…?
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