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yanderambling · 1 year

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omg i’m thrilled that y’all like him so much!!! and these ideas were soso tasty ugh your minds~ i had a lot of fun with this, maybe too much if you look at the wc lol, so i hope y’all enjoy <3 ALSO continuity note: since Adrian is so popular, i won't carry major events through different stories unless requested, that way everyone can have their own version of his story! but i'll be keeping general facts about Adrian the same unless otherwise specified, like his parents being rich because i find it funny~ thank you and goodnight <3 (and yes i switched this gif with the last part shhhh it’s okay)

pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~ 4.6k

you can read the previous part here!

CW: 18+, NSFW, yandere behavior, stalking, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, BDSM themes, poor BDSM etiquette but neither party minds

Adrian nearly choked when he heard his name read next to yours for the school project.

It took you a second to recognize his; you mostly just call him mutt. Once you realized, you loudly groaned at the prospect of spending the week with that pest.

Adrian couldn’t hear it over his racing heart.

As soon as class lets out, he's right at your side, yammering on about project materials and meeting arrangements and times and "we should really meet at one of our houses so we don't have to worry about distractions, I'm fine with coming to yours! It's closer to school anyway, right? It'll be more private- I just think it makes sense-"

You finally shut him up by making the executive decision that you’ll work at his house (you don’t need him shedding on your furniture, or potentially getting any personal ammunition against you; he is way too interested in being inside your home, and how does he know it’s closer to school?).

Adrian was crestfallen that he wouldn’t get to go in your house (and smell the pure you imbued in your furniture, and pretend he’s really your dog while you sit together- maybe in your bedroom!-, and snoop through your underwear drawer when you go to the bathroom, and snoop through your bathroom when he goes in right after you...), but he was still over the moon at the idea of having you in his space.

(He’ll just visit your window later tonight like usual, anyway- he'll still get high off that closeness alone. Win/win!)

Adrian doesn't think about anything else for the rest of the day, zoning through his classes and plastered to your side whenever he gets the chance, just alight with energy and anticipation and not shutting up about it- he's lucky there's too many witnesses for you to knock him quiet (oh, but he would feel so much luckier if you did).

You would totally bail on this project if you weren’t already failing this class, which is mostly on account of you bailing. You’re wondering if all those cut classes were worth having to work with this, but you’re not feeling hopeful.

The day seems to drag on forever for both of you, for vastly different reasons. By the time school lets out, Adrian is buzzing out of his skin and you're seconds away from ripping it off him.

As you two start the trek to his place, Adrian can't get over how surreal it feels to walk beside you. It's like you two are a couple, and you're walking him home for an after school study date!

He gets lost in the daydream easily, giving you a brief reprieve from his energy, and allowing you to absently notice his rapidly wagging tail almost propelling him down the sidewalk. You can't help but smirk a little at the image that conjures in your mind.

He's truly ridiculous, you can't really believe him sometimes. Doesn't that thing ever get tired? What does he think is gonna happen that's got him so damn excited? That he's gonna get in good with you somehow (hopefully) and you'll leave him alone? (never in his wildest dreams.)

Yeah, fat chance.

When Adrian stops at his house, you think he's joking. But then he walks right up the driveway of this random McMansion, motioning you along eagerly, and enters a security code before holding the door open for you with a clearly anticipatory smile.

...The fuck.

You did not count on Adrian’s family being loaded. He certainly doesn't dress or groom like it.

You consider berating him for not mentioning it, but decide against it for the risk of seeming stupid- to Adrian of all people. You do make a mental note for your future errand requests, though.

Adrian’s parents aren’t home, he tells you his mom is always traveling and his dad basically lives at his office. You’re relieved that you won’t have to put on a nice face for the folks, but there’s apparently still a live-in housekeeper that floats around (are you fucking kidding?) so you stay diligent.

Adrian suggests you two work in his room; you figure the further from watchful eyes, the better.

Despite it being his idea, Adrian can't help his giddy nervousness as you enter his room (he’d texted the housekeeper to make sure it was clean as soon as you decided to come over, lucky he keeps his souvenirs hidden away whenever he’s not admiring them).

The room is frankly ridiculous, easily twice the size of yours, a king bed in the corner, a desk and coffee table and two dressers, and yet adorned with piles of clothes and clutter and more genres of nerdy shit than you even knew existed.

"Yeah, okay, parts of this make sense."

Adrian cocks his head, opening his mouth to ask what you mean, when he suddenly chokes on air.

You've made a bee-line right to his desk, covered in books and papers for hobbies and school alike, but also holding a locked drawer at the very bottom in which he keeps his "school collection" (just discarded pencils with bitten erasers, torn up notebook paper he can still smell your hands on, old gym shorts you were probably gonna replace soon anyway, a bandaid here, a plastic fork there; nothing crazy).

He watches with bated breath as you sift through the contents of his desk, occasionally scoffing or chuckling at what you find. He lets out a sigh when you seem to grow bored, just for you to move on to his dresser and have his stomach doing somersaults all over again.

Maybe he should've asked the housekeeper to hide his stuff better and just braved the questions later...

You move throughout the room like you own it (you do, as far as the both of you are concerned), making little jabs at his various posters and figurines which make his whole body flush hot with pleasure because you're noticing things about him, but every other move you make sends his heart jumping into his throat in a completely different way.

It only takes a minute or two for the stress to get to him.

“Ah- hey! Uh, maybe we should- maybe we should start on the project, right?”

You bark a laugh and spin on your heel to face him, an incredulous half-grin pulling your lips and revealing a gut-twisting flash of teeth.

"We?"

Oh, yeah, he much prefers those intense eyes boring into him.

He starts spluttering placations immediately. "No! Well, uhm, I didn't mean- you, you don't- have to- obviously, I mean, I don't- I wouldn't-"

You roll your eyes and shove past him, effectively cutting him off as you flop down onto his abominably soft mattress. "Right, yeah, whatever. Let's get one thing straight here, okay?"

Adrian nods, his whole being drawn to focus at your entrancingly commanding tone. Although, it's incredibly hard to focus on anything with the sight of you on his bed right in front of him; he's already planning how to avoid that area so it'll retain your scent longer, he wonders if he could cut that part of the duvet out and keep it in an airtight container, maybe the sheets under it too just to be safe...

"This is not a "we" situation, got it? I'm not lifting a damn finger for this bullshit, that's what you're there for." Adrian has a purpose to you! "I am only here to make sure you're actually doing it, which shouldn't be a problem because if we get anything less than an A, it's gonna be your ass."

As tempting as it is to see what punishment you would inflict upon him, Adrian really really really wants to please you- and he's pretty good at this subject anyway!

You then cross your arms and lean back just enough to look down your nose at him. "Got it?"

Adrian can't answer fast enough.

"Yes! Yes, that's perfect! Awesome, good- great!"

But then he doesn’t make a move. Ha.

He looks a little lost, standing in the middle of his own room, barely biting down a grin and wringing his hands as he seems to wait for another command.

Apparently, you’ve trained him well.

You scoff and let yourself fall onto your back as you pull out your phone (Adrian's gonna need a bigger airtight container).

"Well, go on then, we don't have all day."

Adrian scrambles to get to work. He quickly positions himself on the floor by the foot of the bed and pulls the coffee table closer, emptying his school bag carelessly onto the carpet.

You huff a laugh at the sight, all this money and the kid's parents couldn't buy him any class. Maybe sloppiness is an inherent trait, like his apparent passion for service- nobody with this much money should be such a pushover. And yet...

Adrian couldn’t be happier, sitting on the floor while you lounge across his bed and periodically weigh in with (mostly incorrect) corrections or snide remarks, an almost alarmingly wide grin settled on his face as his tail taps a steady rhythm against his carpet.

It’s not an unpleasant picture, you muse absently as you look up from your phone, it’s almost comforting to have your little puppy on the floor, cheerily working away for you while you laze about. It certainly beats doing the work yourself, or having to threaten a student with an actual spine to do it for you.

Still, it doesn't take long for you to get bored. Bored enough to notice your empty stomach, at least.

"I'm hungry."

Adrian's head shoots up from the book he was hunched over, ears raised at attention and eyes glittering with something you're not sure you care to identify.

He's on his feet in the next second, knocking his knees on the way up loud enough to startle you yet showing no signs of even noticing.

"I-I'll ask Len to make something!"

He darts out of the room before you can tell him what you want, but you trust he knows your moods and tastes well enough by this point to predict. (Oh, he does, and Len's not going to be making anything- they don't know all the special ingredients!)

The second he leaves, you decide to really cure your boredom by snooping around in earnest. Certainly this creep has something actually weird hidden in here, you just have to look in the right places.

You waste no time in sifting through his bookshelf (nerd shit), closet (nerd clothes, some dirty), a dresser (nerd clothes, mostly clean), under his bed (dirty clothes, nerd shit in boxes)- the door opens behind you.

“Wha-? Oh! Ah- Wh-what- what are you doing?”

You don’t even bother moving from your crouch, most of your upper body shoved under the bedstand while the rest of you... is not.

Adrian’s mouth is completely dry for several reasons.

“What’re you, blind? I’m snooping.”

Adrian slowly comes further into the room, hesitantly setting the serving tray on the low table. He can’t stop his voice from cracking as he stutters out,

“Uh- yeah, okay, yeah, but- um, would you maybe mind- um, not?”

You snicker, at least he has some manners. “Yeah, I do mind, actually. What’s the matter, mutt? Got something to hide?”

“N-no!”

The answer is so immediate, so fervent, that it has you pulling up just to give him an unimpressed look. He stares back at you, eyes wide and frenzied.

“Jesus you’re a bad liar.”

Looking at him now, you can see sweat glistening on his face and his hands clenching by his side. His eyes dart toward the dresser you haven't checked yet.

Bingo.

You jump up from your position and stride across the room with purpose. You only make it a few steps before Adrian seems to materialize in front of you, making you stop short and almost yelp from shock.

“S-sorry! I’m sorry, I just-" he's waving his hands wildly, head ducked as his gaze rapidly flicks between your face and the floor, "You-you can’t- please, please don’t-”

“Okay, creep, I get the gist.”

You shove past him, and he wishes he could relish the firm pressure of your hands on him.

He whirls around and watches in horror as you approach the dresser. He needs to do something, he needs to stop you, but what can he do? You’ve clearly made up your mind, it’s not like it's his place to try and change it...

All he can do is watch, a high ringing in his ears and his body filling with static, while you meticulously sift through every drawer until his clothes are strewn about the floor and you're panting with frustration.

He's about to let himself take a breath when you suddenly squat down and stick your arm into the shallow space underneath. He nearly swallows his tongue when you let out a disbelieving huff and awkwardly slide out a long lockbox.

You look up at him triumphantly, eyes sparkling with glee, and he almost mirrors your smile just for how captivating it is.

"Open it."

"N-no-"

You lean up toward him and cock your head, he has to stop himself from being drawn in by the magnetism of your narrowed eyes. “The fuck did you just say to me?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't- just, I can't-"

"Oh, I think you can. Or you're not gonna like what happens next."

That's where you're wrong, and it only really strengthens Adrian's extremely shaky resolve. He tries to keep the grin off his face as he habitually starts to picture the punishment you might give him; a cuff on the ears, a knee to the stomach, a punch in the face-

But you just roll your eyes and groan, no longer in the mood now that something more interesting has presented itself.

Instead, your gaze floats down to the flimsy looking combination lock on the box, then it fixes on some heavy-standed figurine you'd knocked off his bookshelf earlier.

Yeah, good enough.

Adrian barely has time to flinch before you're snatching it up and breaking the lock with a sound crack.

Then you're lifting the lid.

"No!"

He starts to lunge forward, but your sharply raised hand halts him dead in his tracks.

Fuck.

It's too late anyway, judging by your wide eyes and slightly slack jaw (god how he wishes he could focus on the glorious curve of your open lips, or the way your perfect teeth peek over them, or how it might feel to have those teeth sunk into his skin-)

"What. The. Fuck."

"I-I can explain- It's not-!"

"I literally do not believe that you can."

Adrian's throat goes dry, he feels tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry! I never meant- it's not like-"

You tune Adrian out as you focus on the stacks and stacks of photos arranged in the box before you. There even seem to be books underneath those, thick ones despite the shallowness of the container. You’d say there’s easily hundreds of pictures in here.

But, more concerning than the amount of photos… is their content.

They’re all you.

Undeniable, from every angle and range and setting you could imagine, it’s all you. There’s you at your spot with your friends, sitting in class, in the cafeteria, running errands in town, sneaking off to that private spot nobody else is supposed to know about, asleep in your bed- in dozens and dozens of iterations, like you could probably make a flip book of every scene.

It’s offensively redundant, honestly, a gross waste of paper. Maybe equally as concerning.

(Adrian needs to keep physical copies, and hard drives, and backup hard drives, and another box further under the dresser... What if something happens to his phone? What if he lost all his treasured photos forever? He doesn’t know what he’d do.)

"You're a bigger creep than I gave you credit for." You murmur, mostly to yourself.

Adrian never thought he'd feel anything but sheer joy from hearing that word leave your mouth. "N-no! It's not- it's not like that! I'm not- I don't-"

While Adrian's still blustering and working himself into a tizzy, you're just... processing.

It's oddly unsurprising, once you consider all the other factors together. Looking at it now, of course Adrian had more perverted reasons for complying to your cruelty, what else could he have been getting out of it? You guess you kinda always knew, on some level, but you never thought it would be like this.

But, since it is, you can't help but wonder just how far this perversion has gone, how far it will go...

This night has been boring enough that you're entitled to a little fun, right?

And besides, looking at him now- all wide eyed and droopy eared, his tail pulled between his legs and clutched in his trembling hands- Adrian actually looks a little bit... cute? In a pathetic, dirty stray caught in the rain type of way, of course.

The only real difference is that you'd be much kinder to the stray.

"Alright, shut it, stalker."

Adrian's mouth snaps closed, his tail trying to tuck further at your dangerously low voice.

"Obviously, this severe-" you flap a stack of photos at him, causing him to duck his head and whimper, "-invasion of my privacy can't go unpunished."

Adrian's eyes become impossibly bigger as they flash up to watch you stand. His ears suddenly perk, his tail tugs against his grip as it tries to hesitantly wag.

Jesus, he's shameless.

This is gonna be fun.

But first, a plan. You don't want Adrian getting too bold, so what better way to keep him in his place than by tying him there? Looking around his room, you don't have much to work with, but you're resourceful; a lace from his sneakers should do just fine (who keeps shoes in their room? what a creep).

"Alright. Sit."

Adrian is falling to his knees before his brain can process the words. When it does, he isn't quick enough to bite down on the high keen that builds in his throat.

You scoff, mentally scorning yourself for ignoring his shit for so long, then go to pull a lace. Adrian watches in rapt attention as you test its strength, your hands flexing so tantalizingly as you pull the string harshly several times over.

He holds his breath on instinct when your scrutinizing glare scans the room again.

"Okay, bed. Back to the headboard. Now."

Adrian scrambles up immediately, pulling some of the sheets off in his hurry, eager to obey before you change your mind.

You follow right after, kneeling up and leaning over him to tie his hands to the headboard above him. His dry throat click as he gulps.

You're so close, your heavenly scent filling his lungs like a sweet paralyzing vapor, he can feel the heat radiating from your skin despite the clothes between you, he could probably taste you if he just stuck out his tongue...

He whines as you yank the shoelace tight with a grunt before tying it off. You tug on his hands once more, forcing the string deeper into his skin, and your hum of satisfaction is drowned out by Adrian's low groan.

What a wonderful feeling, the sharp sting of the lace grounding him down like he needs to be; he can't help twisting and pulling until the burn intensifies, imagining it's your firm hands holding him so tightly...

"Jesus, freak, you're already getting into it?"

Adrian just whimpers, barely registering the question past your condescending tone as he continues to squirm.

You suddenly grab the front of his shirt and pull him forward until he's partially hovering off the mattress, the combined pressure of your knuckles under his chin and the shoestring grating his tender wrists pulls a breathy moan along with.

You lean in close, practically growling as you say, "Don't do my job for me, mutt."

You press a relatively fresh bruise on his arm just to see him twitch and bite his lip (it’s actually from a week ago, that’s how good he is at maintaining your marks for you!). It is pretty gratifying.

Almost as gratifying as the bulge you spot between his wantonly spread legs.

A breathless laugh punches out of you. It's oddly jarring to see, and you would later deny that it's slightly impressive, but it's not an entirely unpleasant sight.

"God, you're fucking pathetic. But you know that, don't you, you little creep?"

If your words weren't enough to have Adrian shaking out of his skin, you lean closer and nip his ear; he jerks back instinctively at the pain, which only makes its sting so much sweeter when you sink your teeth in and pull back.

He doesn’t bother trying to keep himself quiet.

“This isn’t even a punishment for you, is it? Is it, you fucking perv?”

Adrian is so far beyond saving face, he’s mostly beyond communication of any kind, so he just shakes his head fervently and grunts and hopes it’s good enough.

“Use your words, mutt.”

He gasps as you yank his throbbing ear, pulling his face closer to yours- oh dear god he can feel your hot breath against his cheeks, every detail of your perfect face so confident and dangerous and ethereal, your sparkling eyes look positively deadly and Adrian is ready to submit himself to their perils-

“Answer me," your sharp words make his lashes flutter, but he keeps his eyes wide open to stare at your taunting smile hanging just inches from his face, "are you getting off on this?”

He nods, he’s starting to get dizzy with all this nodding but he doesn't feel capable of much else, then you tug his hair back with the most glorious burn-

“Ah-Yes! Yes, I love- I love it, please- give me- more- please, I need- I need-“

He cuts off with a choked sound as your fingers slide up his throat and tighten, all too happy to oblige.

"That what you want? You happy now?" You taunt, your breath against the shell of his ear raising goosebumps all over his body.

He tries to nod against your grip, causing you to smirk and push further.

Oh god yes please-

Garbled moans fight their way from his throat as his eyes roll back in ecstasy, his straddled legs pressing tightly together as he thrashes desperately against the headboard, his whole body trembling and pushing up and up in search of contact- but you keep pulling away, putting more pressure on his neck to support yourself, bringing out the most pitiful little whimpers.

"Use your words, puppy."

Puppy.

Adrian chokes for reasons entirely unrelated to your hand on his neck. His tail, which had been beating a rapid tempo since you sat him down, starts flailing into overdrive.

It takes considerably more effort, but Adrian needs to please you- maybe you’ll even reward him!- so he coughs and gasps until he can force out,

"Y-Yes,” a strained cough, “Tha-agh-thank- you-"

A smile curls your lips unbidden. Such initiative! You let your fingers stroke over his throat as your hand presses in harder.

"There, that's a good boy."

Adrian's vision whites out.

He’s not even aware of the stream of whines and moans that force their way from beneath your fingers, he doesn't notice how his body squirms against the pressure of you on top of him, he couldn't tell the frantic thumping of his tail from that of his heart- all he can focus on is the red hot ecstasy filling every inch of him to bursting, the transcendent bliss of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely controlled, so wholly owned by you.

He's still hiccupping moans and thumping his tail when you withdraw your hand for fear of suffocating him, these needy little noises escaping his already bruising throat.

His head lolls back and his mouth falls open as you remain suspended above him, taking in your handiwork.

He’s so vulnerable, his entire body open and happily exposed to you, every muscle trembling in the aftershocks. His chest heaves as sweat and tears drip down onto his shirt, but he seems to pay no mind as his vacant eyes flutter up at you. He struggles to keep them open as a dopey grin spreads across his bitten lips, and you have to bite your own to stop from returning it.

Then, your eyes travel down to the steadily shrinking tent of his pants, now adorned with a dark wet stain- just like you expected.

Hot.

"Pathetic."

You sit back on you heels, seemingly alerting Adrian to your absence as his hand flies up to grab his throat with a high whine- but you cut that shit off right away.

"Yeah, no, I'm not trying to catch a murder charge tonight, thanks. Besides," your eyes pointedly flick down between his spread legs, causing his face to heat up though he makes no move to close them, "it looks like you got more than your share- frankly, you should be grateful for anything I'm willing to give you."

Adrian's voice is hoarse when he tries to insist, "I am! I-" he cuts off with a heavy cough, which only has you wincing with guilt a little. "I'm- I'm grateful. I am!"

You don't doubt it, especially looking into those watery, red-rimmed puppydog eyes of his. However, you do like to be cruel, and you did just get a bunch of texts from some of your friends about this 'super crazy thing you don't wanna miss and you gotta get down here right now!', (and you're maybe feeling a little uncharacteristically giddy as you fully process your situation) so...

"Doesn't matter, I can't reward this insolence."

You untie the shoelace with a deft tug and slide off the bed without another word.

Adrian just barely stops himself from whining again, the sudden loss of the pressure around his wrists leaving him feeling untethered. He has to dig his nails into his hands as he watches you collect your things (the covered platter lay forgotten on the table, insult to injury), just to keep from reaching out for you.

He wants desperately to follow you, but he can't make his body move for how relaxed and heavy it feels, and he knows it would probably just upset you more anyway- and not in the good way.

“Oh, and Adrian?” You slap the doorframe as you hang off of it, and your use of his name has Adrian's groggy head springing up to face you instantly, ears high and eyes hopeful.

“Next time you want a picture of me, just ask. That way I can knock some sense into you right away.” You tap the frame again, a crooked grin fixing your lips before you push off.

“See ya tomorrow!”

Still too fuzzy to move, and in fresh shock from that almost-genuine smile, he can only listen forlornly as your steps grow fainter and fainter until the door shuts downstairs. Then, he's helpless to do anything beyond replay the events of the past ten minutes in obsessive detail in attempts to permanently document every single sensation you gave to him.

He only manages to move about a half hour later, when his phone buzzes with a text.

He slowly leans over the bed and lifts his phone from the floor, blinking blearily as he reads... your name. Attached to a ludicrously extravagant lunch order for tomorrow.

The phone drops from his fingers like lead.

How?

His heart starts racing as he wracks his brain to recall when you put his number in your phone- then, his tail starts up again as he wonders if he'll be punished for already having yours in his (not for anything weird! he just likes to type out walls of text complimenting every part of you and telling you exactly the ways he wants you to destroy him and then deleting them- but maybe he'll send the next one).

It must mean something good if you want to keep in close contact with him, right? That must mean you aren't really mad at him, right? That must mean you like him, right? You still think he’s a good boy, right?

Another text lights up his phone. He scrambles to grab it back, hands shaking as he holds the screen close to his face.

[ur gnna b my bitch 4evr now]

A shaky giggle escapes him.

Those are easily the most beautiful words he’s ever read.

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omg can you write how the 141 would react to fem reader (who never wears makeup or dresses up) who has to dress up for a mission at the club? AHGFJ i cant get this out of my head bro im weeping gaz would go RED

"how do i look?" - task force 141 x reader

overview: task force 141 reacting to you getting dolled up for a mission

pairing: task force 141 x fem reader, romantic

genre: fluff, spice

a/n: hi anon! YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT GAZ 😭 i loooove this scenario a lot. thanks for the request! i hope you love it teehee :) (and omg johnny's eyes i'm giggling)

x simon "ghost" riley

When Simon’s assigned to go on this mission with you, he’s already cursing under his breath. Clubs have never been his forte–the loud music and crowded, drug and alcohol-filled atmosphere isn’t exactly something he’s comfortable with.

And the fact that you’re supposed to go as his date isn’t helping his case either.

Simon has always had a thing for you. He loves many things about you, but he adores that you stay true to yourself most of all. You always do what you want, never putting in unnecessary energy to please others. He can relate to that–it feels nice to have someone who understands.

And that is one of the reasons why you never wear makeup or dress up. You don’t feel like you have to–not for yourself, not for anyone else.

So he doesn’t know what to expect when he’s standing outside, waiting for you to finish getting ready so you can head out with him.

He’s waiting anxiously, standing with his hands in the pocket of his black hoodie. He finds you beautiful either way, of course. You could be in the most ridiculous outfit known to man, and he’d still be completely enamored by you. But it’s only natural for him to get a reaction to you being all dolled up, right? Anyhow, he’s hoping that he won’t.

“Sorry, I took so long!” You exclaim, running out to him after a few minutes, snapping him out of his thoughts.

The second Simon looks up to meet your eyes, his eyes widen. You look so pretty, so new and confident. He has never seen you this dressed up before, so it’s still kind of weird to him, but you look so gorgeous he can’t take his eyes off you.

“How do I look?” You ask, smiling at him and giving him a spin.

He’s so grateful he’s wearing his mask, or else you would be able to see the intense blush he has on his face.

“Good. Let’s go.” He simply says, looking you up and down before he walks to the driver's seat, trying so hard not to make his attraction to you obvious.

“Just good?” You keep poking at him, smirking as you pick up on his lingering gaze. It’s so undeniable that he’s checking you out. “I spent an hour on my makeup, Lt. I’d appreciate a compliment.” “Jesus Christ, Y/N.” He sighs, turning to you with his piercing cold gaze. But his look doesn’t make your body erupt in goosebumps like it usually would. His eyes are soft even though he’s glaring daggers at you. “You look beautiful. Now let’s go, soldier. We don’t have all day.” “Thank you, Lt.”

Even though he looks fine on the outside, he’s screaming inside. He nearly ran over the curb on the way to the club–that’s how much his mind wandered.

He’s suddenly very protective over you, as well. He knows you can handle your own, but if any man looks at you too long in the club, he’s looming behind you like your shadow, standing close to you as you walk through the crowd.

He checks in on you constantly during the mission. “Anyone annoying you?” “You comfortable?” “Do you need help?” It’s not out of the ordinary for him to check in now and then during missions, but this? It’s almost getting excessive.

After the mission, he’s much calmer and softer. He’s much like his usual self around you, yet he has an element of shyness weighing down on him. He almost seems flustered. That aura will never leave him as long as he has the image of your outfit in his head.

x john "soap" mactavish

When Johnny’s assigned to go on this mission with you, saying he’s excited is an understatement.

He’s going to get to go on a mission with you? And you’re going to be all dolled up? It’s like a dream.

You’re always beautiful to him - like you got sculpted with such care and thought you could present as the main attraction at a museum. He’s always been a gawker, staring at you whenever he can, just drinking your features and imagining what it would be like to hold you.

He will stare no matter what - you’re that stunning to him, and no tactical gear or scrubs could ever deduct from your beauty. But he has never seen you in clubbing attire before. It’s always refreshing to see you in different styles of clothes and disguises. It humanizes you.

So, best believe he’s thrilled that he will see you with a flattering outfit and cute makeup.

He’s standing outside of your door as you get ready. He’s waiting for you so you can go to the mission briefing together. Unbeknownst to him, Johnny won’t be able to focus on the briefing with you next to him.

“You done yet, lass?” He taps his foot on the ground, grumbling as he leans against the wall by your door. “Yeah, give me a minute. They provided me with fuckin’ donut-scented perfume.” You sigh, making Johnny laugh a little. “Donuts smell good, though.” He shrugs. “Luckily…”

“Okay, I’m ready.” You eventually step out, catching Johnny by complete surprise. He hoped he’d get a warning, a minute to prepare himself.

And my God, he needs it.

His jaw instantly drops at the sight of you. It’s safe to say you’ve left him speechless. You look so perfect, unlike anything he has ever seen. It almost feels corny to him–how starstruck you’ve got him.

After what feels like an eternity, he steps closer to you and gently holds your waist, his cheeks turning into a deep crimson color.

“You look amazin’, lass.” He softly says, his rough hands feeling you up gently. “So beautiful.” He just can’t stop looking at you, his jaw still touching the floor as his eyes scan your flustered frame and face. “Thank you, John.”

“I don’t even wanna go on the mission anymore. I just wanna look at you.” He purrs, his soft blue eyes meeting yours. “God, I wish.” You snicker, punching his shoulder playfully. “We’re already late to the briefing as is. We gotta move, Sergeant.” “Unfortunately.”

There’s something so different about Johnny on this mission. The way he is with you is worlds apart from his attitude to everyone else. He’s as soft as a koala with you, clinging to you as you navigate around the booming club. He’s constantly whispering sweet nothings into your ear, praising you for doing the bare minimum. “You’re doin’ great, bonnie.” “Look at you… stunning.” “Aren’t you lookin’ pretty?” “Good job, beautiful.”

But if only you can see how he’s glaring daggers at everyone else. Any man who steps too close for comfort to you needs to go through Johhny first. Nobody messes with you on his watch. He’s acting like your fucking guard dog–that’s how bad it is.

After the mission… Good God, you’re in for it.

Clingy™️. You thought he was clingy in the club? It is nothing compared to how much of a lost puppy he is around you now. He just wants to be around you and nobody else.

x kyle "gaz" garrick

Kyle isn’t surprised John assigned him to go on this mission with you. You’re both young, efficient, and skillful. What better candidates are there for this?

He is, however, overjoyed. Going on missions alone with you will always be one of Kyle’s favorite things, the intimacy and romance of it all making his heart burst. But this? It is on a whole other level of romance to Kyle. Even if clubs aren’t fairytale-like, the context matters to him. He’s going to the club with you, as your date. How is that not romantic?

He has always loved your look. Not only is it sexy to him how authentic you look, but it has a level of vulnerability to it, which he adores. But he can’t help but wonder–how would you look glammed up? How would you look with a full face and a cute outfit?

Well, he doesn’t have to wonder anymore. The time has come.

“Hurry up, Kyle.” You grumble as you stand outside his room, continuously knocking on his door. Surprisingly, he’s putting a lot of effort into his appearance, so much so that he’s taking longer than you did to dress up. “Captain’s gonna come for our asses.” “You excited to see me, is that it?” “Shut up.”

It takes him a few minutes to finally walk out, and as much as you are mesmerized by his appearance, it is nothing compared to his reaction to your new look. He is RED.

“Wow… you look good, Sergeant.” You give him a nod of approval, a cheeky smile painted on your face. Kyle’s sudden silence makes your eyes flicker to his own, only to be met by his awed expression.

He takes all of you in, drinking in your appearance before his eyes meet yours. “Damn, soldier.” He whistles, stepping closer to you and giving you a twirl, erupting a hearty laugh from you. “You look great.” Even though his words are simple, they carry a palpable weight. “Thanks, Kyle. Now let’s go.”

You instantly notice how handsy Kyle is, all of a sudden. He keeps his hand on the small of your back during the whole mission, his touch sending waves of warmth throughout your body. Your outfit hugs your curves perfectly, making it impossible for him to keep his hands away from you. You look stunning.

He even drags you onto the club’s dance floor, resting his hands on your hips and bringing you closer to him, your bodies swaying to the music. He insists it’s for blending into the crowd, but everybody knows he’s spewing complete bullshit. But you don’t mind.

However, you two finished the mission with flying colors, your teamwork proving to be excellent once more. (Kyle is sure it’s because of the dancing.)

He has never put such thought and care into a mission report in his life. He’s secretly hoping John will assign him and you on more of these missions together. He just can’t get enough of this new look of yours.

He still adores your usual air. Your laidback and natural beauty makes his heart skip a beat every time. But damn, your confidence in that club makes him lose his mind.

He craves more of it.

x john price

John knows better than anyone how capable you are. How strong and essential you are to the team. He immediately assigns you to go on this mission because of your ability to complete your tasks flawlessly and smoothly. And who better to go on this mission with you than him?

He knows he’s doing this for the mission’s sake but still gets this unwavering guilt as he waits for you outside by the car. You’ve got this unique aura everyone’s drawn to, even if you aren’t everyone's taste. You’re so courageous and likable, so unapologetically yourself. There’s just something about you. He can’t help but like you. And he feels like he’s solely going on this mission with you because of his biased feelings–because he chose you two to go together. It’s so shameful. He’s your Captain, for fuck’s sake.

“What’s got you stressing, Cap?” You break him out of his storm of thoughts when you walk towards him, looking more alluring than ever. He could look at you for hours. Your outfit hugs your curves perfectly, your makeup extenuates your features, and your scent makes you smell like you came straight from heaven. You look like a literal angel. There’s no denying that.

“Well, don’t you look breathtaking?” He gives you a soft smile, stepping closer to you and taking all of you in. “Ready to go?” He can’t let himself get too distracted. You’ve still got a mission to complete. It is proving to be more difficult than usual, though–not because of the objective itself but because of you.

“Thanks, Captain.” You chuckle, nodding. “Yep. All ready.”

Focusing on the road is rougher than it seems. With you sitting next to John, he can’t look anywhere but you. The mere sight of you is just killing him.

Focusing on the mission isn’t as hard, but it’s still bothersome when he could be holding you in his arms, admiring your newfound beauty and look. He’s trying his hardest not to act possessive. To not be closer than he needs to be. Again–he has a job to get done.

But at the end of the day, unlike everyone else, he knows how to control himself and finish the mission quickly and efficiently.

After the mission, however, you’re not off the hook.

Since he’s your Captain, he needs to keep himself in check. Having a relationship with you is dangerous for you both, which is why he’s discreet with his favoritism and feelings.

Now all of a sudden, he’s assigning you on far too many disguise missions, the ones that require you to get dolled up. Of course, he’s still so smitten by default. Like Johnny, he feels that no amount of imperfections can take away from your beauty. But seeing you in those dresses… that makeup… it does something to John. He can’t get enough of it.

And obviously, he’s going with you on those missions.

And suddenly, it’s not about the missions anymore but about you. John’s not doing this because you’re skilled–John’s doing this because it’s the closest he’ll ever get to being with you.

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luvyeni · 1 year

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omg need a second part for that chenle smut🥵

INTERRUPTED; ZHONG CHENLE

pairings. non-idolchenle x collegefem!reader

word count. 1.5k+

warnings. (PART TWO TO THIS) pwp, fingering. oral (fem. receiving), unprotected sex, chenle cums inside, overstimulation if you squint, he calls her a slut once

synopsis. when you texted him to come over he couldn't put his shoes on fast enough to get to you... sadly his friends have other plans.

YN💓| my exams are done...

YN💓| you should come over...

YN💓| right now❤️

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Chenle couldn't think of any other time he has gotten up so fast to do something. He got up and got dressed, grabbed his keys, and was ready to get to the girl who captivated his mind 24 hours a day.

After the incident on the couch, he couldn't wait to see her again. Sadly due to her exams, he was forced to wait until hers were finished.

This doesn't mean she didn't make his life a living hell... no, she tortured him for 2 weeks with steamy images and text messages that left him with enough masturbation material for a week.

"where are you going?" Haechan and jaemin, his roommates, stopped him on his way out the door.

'Why is the universe stopping me from getting to her?' he thought as he turned to his friends. "Me and jisung are gonna hang out for a while." He didn't need to lie, but what he did in his free time was not haechans business.

"Good- jisung wants us to come over and play video games, we can go together." jaemin stood up from the chair. "Yeah, we can catch the same Uber and save money." Haechan followed, standing up.

He was starting to think jisung was a major cockblock, but he couldn't just say no they could come because he was going to fuck his best friend's roommate. "Okay, let's go." with that, the boys were on their way out the door.

"Haechan and jaemin are coming, over to play video games in my room, we'll keep it down I swear." She nodded at the boy in her doorway. "Thank you."

She wanted to tell him no, but how could she tell him she didn't want his friends to come over because his best friend was coming over to fuck.

There was a knock on the door, knocking her out of her thoughts.

"＿＿! Can you get the door, I'm trying to set up the game." Sighing at her misfortune, she got up, making her way to the door.

"Hello ＿＿ ." Haechan made his way into the apartment. "Haechan, jaemin- shit chenle." Her eyes widened at the boy who walked in. "You're here too?" she made her way into the kitchen.

Chenle's eyes followed her as she did whatever she did in the kitchen. His eyes roamed her body, her shorts barely covering anything, he couldn't help but stare at her ass, cock stirring in his pants.

"Of course, why wouldn't he be?" Haechan questioned. "Ji said it would just be you two." Haechan was about to say something when jisung finally decided to grace everyone with his existence.

"Chenle you're here too? I guess you can take turns playing." They followed jisung to his room, chenle staying behind, yelling about getting a snack.

"I can see you smirking, you must be having fun, seeing me suffer." He stalked the girl, lust clouding his eyes as he made his way over to her.

"I'm assuming you were expecting something, or do you dress like this for all of your roommate's friends?" He was now standing behind her, playing with the waistband of her shorts.

"I don't know, jaemin does look good."

He scoffed, letting the elastic hit her skin, a whimper emitting from her mouth. "You have a lot of jokes right now, but let's see whose cock is inside you soon." he kissed her neck, a shiver ran down her spine.

"Chenle c'mon!" he pulled away from the girl. "I'm gonna get you back." was the last thing she told him before he disappeared into jisungs room and she went into her room.

He needed to stop opening her text messages if he wanted to remain sane... or at least not cum in his sweats but between the text or the photos she kept sending him, he was gonna lose it.

"Chenle your phone has been blowing up for the past hour, you got a girlfriend you haven't told us about?" Haechan quirked a brow at him. He was about to come back with a snarky remark, but his phone rang.

YN💓| my door is open, and I'm so wet rn...

He couldn't stand it, she was gonna kill him. "I'm going to the bathroom." He didn't bother waiting for a response, leaving the room, he made his to her.

Not even knocking on the door, he opened the door—and when he opened the door, he could've cum just from the sight.

Her fingers were deep inside her, and her head was thrown back in pleasure. "Fuuuck~ Chenle, what took you so long?" The smirk on her face pissed him off to the max.

He had enough of her teasing, he took two steps toward her, stopping her movements. "You done teasing me, all those pictures and text, popped a boner in front of everyone." he climbed on top of her.

"Did you like them?" She tried to move her hands, but he held a strong grip. "Did I say touch?" a firm slap on her clit, a loud moan had him covering her mouth.

"Unless you want them to hear how much of a slut you are, be quiet." He could feel her clench around nothing. "Fuck of course you like that." he groaned, rubbing her clit in harsh circles.

"You're so wet right now, I need to taste you." he kissed down her stomach, stopping right at her waistline, looking for consent.

"Lele— shiiit please do something!" He couldn't help it, he wanted to punish her for sending those photos and text, but that fucking name was gonna get him in trouble one day.

Leaving a kiss on her clit—diving right in, he began to eat her out like he hadn't eaten all day. "Oh, my fuck~ chenle more please!" She pulled at his hair, trying to pull him closer, grinding down on his face.

She didn't have many partners—but out of the ones she did have, chenle was the best she had in a while, hell he probably was the best she had in general.

He kept going, switching between his fingers and his mouth, she felt the knot in her stomach grow tighter and tighter.

"lele~ lele fuck I'm gonna cum!" he moaned into her heat, which caused the knot in her stomach to finally snap. "I'm cumming!"

"Shit, you taste so fucking good, I almost came untouched." He rubbed soft circles on her clit.

The fucked out look on her face sent shivers down chenle's spine. "Such a pretty girl." He pressed his lips against her soft lips, grinding his hips against her. Her moans were the only thing he could hear, he was so captived by the girl.

"Gonna let me fuck you hmm, cream my cock?" He pulled his cock out he sweats, pressing his tip against her twitching hole.

"Chenle, please do something." She whined, trying to grind down on him.

"Should I?" He teased, sliding in just the tip. "What if I just fuck you with just the tip? hmm, tease you like you've been doing for the past two weeks."

She knew it would eventually come back to bite her in the ass. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" He cocked his head to the side. "Please lele~ please I'll be good." she begged, damn near on the brink of tears.

He couldn't help it, sliding in with a groan. "Oh, fuck~ fuck you're tight." He threw his head back.

Once he was fully in—he pulled out, delivering a powerful deep thrust that made her yelp in pleasure.

Speeding up his movements, her moans getting louder and louder. "you're clenching hard as fuck around me."

"You feel so good." He watched her eyes roll back—fucked out face, he knew it wasn't his last time doing this with her.

“So good for me princess, letting me fuck you.” he pants. “So fucking warm and tight and perfect. God, I can't get enough of you, gonna let me do it again, hmm? have you all the time.” he was saying anything, but he didn't even care, he had to have her.

"Lele, I'm gonna cum." She reached between them, rubbing her clit in harsh circles. "Go ahead, princess." he kissed her, replacing her hand with his, rubbing her clit.

"Cum on my cock."

With his permission—she came, throwing her head back. "Shit, such a pretty sight, I have to see you do it again." He rode out her orgasm.

He felt the knot in his stomach about to snap, speeding up he let out a few grunts. "Shit princess, I'm cumming, where do you want it."

"Inside, I want it inside." he could feel her about to cum again. "Fuck~ you're crazy." he delivered a hard thrust, painting her walls white, triggering her third orgasm.

"Fuck!"

He slowly pulled out, and she whined in overstimulation. "You okay?"

She nodded, breathing hard. "Those photos made you like that?" she laughed.

"You've been sending pictures of this—." He toyed with her clit, making her twitch, grabbing his hand for him to stop. "Four two weeks, I was pent up." he removed his hand.

Before she could come up with a sly comeback, there was a knock on the door.

"You two could've told us you were coming over to fuck, and we would've left, no one wanted to hear you two go at it like animals." haechan's voice spoke from the other side.

"Oh my god." She covered her face in embarrassment, he took her hand away, smirking.

"Don't be shy, now they know and they can leave, because I'm about to make you scream even louder."

©️LUVYENI

#zhong chenle smut #chenle x reader #kpop x reader #nct dream smut #nct dream x reader #kpop smut #chenle smut #nct dream hard hours #nct smut #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #nct scenarios #nct dream reactions #nct dream hard thoughts

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secretivemessenger · 1 year

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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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keraxxx · 1 year

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HIII could you do something where the reader tells bf!ethan how bad her days was and told him someone was really mean and upset with her and they end up going missing the next day bc ethan obviously killed them?

A/N: Hi and of course! This idea is perfect! I’ve been wanting to write something like this omg. I hope you enjoy!

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No one can hurt you.

Ethan Landry x Fem!reader

Warnings: crying, mentions of bullying, cursing, description or murder, not proof read.

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God you were tired. After that long day at college you couldn’t take it, especially after that one girl keeps running her mouth. She always would talk shit about you and it ruined your day. You just needed to see Ethan and talk to him, hold you for at least a second. So that’s what you did, you went to visit him.

You walk to his dorm and gently knock on his door, trying hard not to get anger and pound on it. You wait patiently as you hear shuffling inside.

Ethan opens the door confused bit his face immediately lights up he was so happy to see you. You were his girlfriend and he loved you more than anything in the whole entire world. “Hey baby.. are you okay?” He frowns as he sees your eyes swell up like tears. He invites you inside immediately, his dorm mate no where to be seen.

“Ethan.. I can’t take this anymore.” You finally let out a sob as he takes you into his arms. “Baby.. what wrong?” Ethan hugs you tightly and rests his head on top of yours in an attempt to comfort you. You couldn’t form any words, you just cried. “Shh.. calm down and explain to me what happened.” He brings you to his bed and sits you down.

“This stupid bitch!” You yelled. “She-she won’t stop talking shit about me! What did i do to her? I just need someone to explain to me what the hell i did!” You vented and sobbed. Ethan just say in silence, listening to your cries. “I can’t stand her! I want her to disappear! Maybe then all these people will stop ruining my day with these stupid insults and rumors.” You wipe your face and look at Ethan.

His face was twisted into a frown, his brows furrowed. You could tell he was mad, words couldn’t even explain how he felt right now. “That’s interesting.” Is all he says as he holds your hand, his other caressing your face. “I need you to calm down.” He says calmly, his eyes look innocent but you can tell something inside him had just snapped.

You breathe in and out a few times. “I’m sorry..” He shakes his head. “No need to apologize I understand.” Ethan hugs you again and your arms wrap around his neck. “God i’m so sorry.. I just wish it was me and you.” You say softly into his ear.

“Don’t worry.. it’ll be okay.” He says as he pulls away to kiss you softly.

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After you had left, Ethan was sitting in his room, his hands folded into each other. He was moving his knee erratically as he started to think. He didn’t want you to be upset about the girl but he also did want you to be worry for about why she was going to go missing the next day.

“Fuck it.”

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You where scrolling in your phone in your bed as a news article popped up. A news article about your college. You immediately read the title.

“Young girl missing in College.”

You scroll down to see the image of the girl. It was her. The girl who always had something to say. Your eyes widened in shock as you gasped. You couldn’t believe it. Maybe the universe was on your side? No, this is bad. You had to show Ethan.

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“I just can’t believe it! I was just talking about her yesterday right? God this is such a nightmare!” Ethan laid back as he watched you pace around the room nervously. “Everyone must be so worried! Her family, friends! I feel so bad.” You say as you pout and walk over to Ethan. You lay down next to him and you both face each other. “How are you not worried?” You say frowning.

Ethan chuckles. “Why should I be? She was rude.” He smirked before kissing your forehead. “Don’t worry about it.. She probably just passed out drunk somewhere.”

But he knew what you didn’t. He knew that she was screaming in the alleyway last night for help. He knew and you didn’t.

“I would never let anyone hurt you. You know that right?” He smiles softly and innocently.

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#x reader #fem reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x reader #jack champion #scream 6 #scream #scream 6 x reader

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deblklesb · 1 year

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this page has me feral… what if reader and abby were sexting.. at a gathering with their friends aha

this turned out to be a full drabble omg wkdkekdk

[CW: modern!au, established relationship (hidden), mentions of sexual activity, descriptions of explicit photos, name calling, public sexting, exhibitionism kink (mention, not practice), (MDNI)]

Nora was chatting non-stop today, probably because of all the drinks she had. Her girlfriend was clingy and all over her, looking at her like she was the most beautiful person on the whole Earth. Manny, next to you, was chatting too, face blushed under the bear he didn't cut off despite his dad's pleads. And on the opposite side of the table, in front of you, was Abby.

The place was full of people, the music loud enough to be heard above all those voices, filling the restaurant along with the warm lights. It was a cozy ambient with air conditioner making the air estable, but sitting there you felt like burning under piercing blue eyes.

Abby wanted to kill you, you knew that by the way she was clenching her jaw and sipping her beer to disguise her gulping from time to time. Her beautiful features were blushing due to the alcohol or the content of the messages? You couldn't tell, although you would bet on the second one.

Well, she was the one who started it.

Abbs 💗: so... wanna hang out later?

You: aren't we hanging out now?

Abbs 💗: ykwim

You: i don't... could elaborate?

She looked at you briefly, squinting her eyes whilst you smirked under the hem of your drinking cup.

Abbs 💗: i was thinking about something more like just u and me

You: oh... like, fucking on your couch?

Abbs 💗: i didn't said that but sure, if that's what's on your mind

You: it wasn't on your mind too?

Abbs 💗: i also didn't said that

You: hm

You: what was on ur mind exactly?

Abbs 💗: honestly? you.

You: feeling sappy today, anderson?

When you realized, she was chocking with her beer and you were laughing, pretending it was because of the scene and not because of the whole scenario of her being shocked with your messages. She told with some detail about what she was thinking, but you went further. And further.

Abby wasn't the one to push too much by text, preferring to put stuff in action, whisper the words into your ear. She was the type to imply and accomplish. You, on the other hand, were a-okay about put into words all your needs.

You: yesterday i missed you sm, you were very mean leaving me alone :(

You: so i dressed one of your shirts and humpped my pillow and came thinking about your fingers stuffed in my pussy

She breathed deeply reading that, you saw her absolutely bewildered. You could already imagine how she was getting heated, worked up.

The image of you on her clothes humping a pillow was just too much for her. She hid the screen from Nora, not wanting to draw attention to it, trying to hide her body reactions.

Abbs 💗: you been so needy that you had to fucking hump a pillow?

Abbs 💗: couldn't you just used your fingers?

You: my fingers are not as big as yours

Abbs 💗: you're right. i get it, at this point your pussy is so accustomed to my fingers

Abbs 💗: i think we need to give you the fulfilment you deserve

You: here?

You looked up to her, seeing her chuckling alone and hiding behind the cup briefly.

Abbs 💗: i bet you would want that. being fucked in front of all this people

Abbs 💗: being bent on this table, bare, tilted ass exposed for me to smack it. pussy so wet for being watched as i fuck you like you want so bad, right?

Abbs 💗: i can just imagine how you would be dripping on my fingers as i feel you around them, such a good slut

This is probably the first time she gets so descriptive through text. And, Lord, you're enjoying. Crossed legs and warm face, you look at her just to notice one of her eyebrows tilted and a fucking smirk.

You: now this might have become a dream of mine, Abbs

Abbs 💗: now?

Abbs 💗: i bet this is a dream of yours for a long time

You: now that you've mentioned...

You: i have something i did while thinking about it

You: [photo]

Abby almost chocked again when the image loaded on her screen. It was a collage of four pictures of you. In the first one, you were kneeling on the bed, a sweatshirt rolled up above your chest so that you torso was practically bare and your hands were holding your tits. You pussy was exposed too, considering you were missing a pantie.

The second one had you with your back to the camera, a dildo under you, inside your pussy, and your ass was so beautiful Abby wanted to smack it, grab it, kiss it.

The third one had you laying on the bed, the clothing barely covering your ass because you devilishly pulled it up, but due to the position she couldn't see a lot.

Last, but not least, a picture of you seating on the bed, legs open, a hand supporting your torso's weight behind you and the other holding a wand. The sweatshirt now was more on frame... And it was Abby's college sweatshirt.

That sent a chill down her spine, she could feel a heat pooling in her panties.

Abbs 💗: meet me at my place

"Guys, I think I'll go already. Wanna rest a little bit more today", she said right after sending the text.

"Noooo, Abs! Stay more!", Nora cried.

"Another day we will hang out more, promise!", she laughed, accepting your friend's side hug.

After saying her goodbyes she left in a hurry, making you chuckle alone. You waited ten minutes before saying goodbye yourself, trying not to seem too hurried before getting out of the bar.

Abbs 💗: if you make me wait too long I won't let you come anytime soon

You: but I've been wanting to come in your fingers since yesterday, that's not fair

Abbs 💗: then hurry. if you do so, I'll reward my pretty slut with lots of kisses and orgasms

#asks #ask #anon #abby anderson #abby tlou2 #deblklesb #abby x reader #abby tlou #headcanon #drabble #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson headcanon #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader drabble #abby anderson x reader drabble #writing #tlou2 fanfic #tlou2 fic

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blueberry-pride · 1 year

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Hello, hello! Major congratulations on making the Centurion Follower Event!👍 Now for the event, I'd like to request a fluffy scenario in which Farena meets Leona’s girlfriend after hearing about her from Cheka, please. It takes place during the Tamashina-Mina event. Thanks a bunch!

The Royal Meetup Part 1

Leona x FEM! S/O

Centurion Follower Event Special (March 1-25) warnings: N/A

Berry: thank you so much! OMG I've just been thinking about this when I was playing the event ;=; one scenario with Leona coming up! this was longer than expected and I wrote this around 3-4AM. I'm fine *laughs*

You choked on your drink.

Sure it's sounds concerning, but the thing that caused you to do so is even more.

"We'd like to request miss (Y/N) (L/N)'s attendance to the royal palace along with second prince Leona at once." Stood four tall and rather intimidating female beastmen whom you can assume were part of the royal guards. That and because Leona perked right up and had a slightly shocked expression on his face when he heard their voices.

You and Leona had split up from the usual group, where the chamberlain offered to tour the group around while the two of you explored booths that catered to both of your interests.

In the midst of you two conversing (and often times teasing each other), you began to notice a looming shadow behind Leona, and that's where it led you to this predicament.

"Under whose orders?" Leona spoke up as he stood beside you as he peered his eyes at the group in front of you. One of them nodded with a smile as she gestures towards you.

"Your nephew, crowned prince Cheka has been singing excitedly to your brother that you have found a partner. First prince Farena was informed that miss (Y/N) was coming along to this event, so he sent us immediately to come get you."

"I-..." You uttered. "I'm going to meet your brother?" You looked up to your boyfriend with excitement only to see him rubbing his temples, muttering under his breath. "noisy little..."

"We must leave at once, we must not let your brother waiting, we'll be taking the li-"

"-We'll be taking the limo, I understand." Leona sighed as he then laid a protective hand on your back, guiding you to the parking area where you saw a matte-black limousine.

Surrounded by even more strong beastwomen, they had already been standing at attention and bowed their head as soon as they noticed you walking closer. Leona then went ahead and opened the door for you, nudging his head towards the cool interior of the vehicle.

The car ride was smooth as it took the scenic route, making you able to see more parts of Sunrise City. It was a breathtaking view as it had you leaning against the window almost the entire ride. but what really caught your attention was the small army of royal guards jogging at the same speed as the car.

"When you said that the women of Afterglow Savannah are a force to be reckoned with." You turned towards Leona. "You really weren't messing around." You chuckled as you continued to watch.

"Told ya." He smirked. You faced him once more, raising an eyebrow at him. "That's it? no teasing remark like how I should do that next time when we're in PE?" You nudged his elbow with a smile.

"Well excuse me for not bursting at the seems of seeing my brother again." His arms crossed as he overlooked the city passing by, getting even more and more closer to the palace.

You hummed as you place a gentle hand on his forearm. The lion beastman looked towards you only to see you give a reassurring smile, scooting yourself closer to the point you're on his lap.

"We'll be okay..."

"Have you met my brother?"

"He just wants to see how his lil bro is going is all."

"I could have easily just sent him a letter stating 'Dearest brother Farena, I'm in a loving relationship with someone who can finally put up with me. here's an image of her for reference~" He chuckled to which you rolled your eyes at.

"hm...so why didn't you?" You asked. Leona instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist, his brows furrowed as the vehicle has now reached the royal gates.

"Could you imagine the press hearing that their scorned second prince being in a relationship with someone?" That made you keep quiet for a while as the thought of meeting Leona's family now making you feel nauseous.

He notices this and pats your head softly with a soft grin. "Don't dwell on it now." He opens the door and offered his hand towards you. "Let's get this over with."

"Ah so you must be miss (Y/N) (L/N), what an honor to finally see my little brother's significant other!" A booming voice nearly frightened you. You both were waiting in one of the many lounges within the palace and now were face to face with the first prince Farena Kingscholar.

Farena stepped forward and bowed his head in front of you. "May I shake your hand?" He asked excitedly, having the same familiar glint in his eyes as Cheka from the last time you saw him. You nodded, laughing a bit nervously to the whole situation.

"It's an honor to meet you as well uh, your highness." You stammered as you quickly make an attempt of a curtsy. Through that split second, you could hear Leona stifling his laughter at the scene.

Farena looked at Leona with a sigh. "Brother.." He nagged. "It is not nice to laugh at your woman, she's trying." Farena gestured towards you with a small smile.

"It's not that Farena my dearest brother." He said with a smug where it earned him both you and Farena rolling your eyes at him. "I just simply find my woman amusing and adorable about her first time meeting royalty is all."

Farena turned towards you. "Is Leona always likes this to you?"

"One of the many charms that made me fall for your brother, your highness." You sigh as you shook your head at your boyfriend.

The first prince nodded along and then clapped his hands. "Well, I see that Leona has indeed found someone who shares his sense of humour." He trudged along as he hook an arm around Leona, making you chuckle in the process. "As his older brother, that puts me at ease."

Leona quickly removed Farena's arm away from him. His ears flattened at the embarrassment. "Is that all you needed to say, I have a job to do in the Catch The Tail event, remember?"

"I am very much aware, no need to remind me now but this will take a moment." Farena noted as he went to my side once more. "if it's alright with the two of you, I'd want to talk to (Y/N) in private."

End of part 1 (Part 2)

Berry: yeah as I'm writing, and as much as I want to continue it all here, this could be getting long so part 2 will be uploaded shortly!

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twstファンアート #twst wonderland #twst savanaclaw #savanaclaw x reader #savanaclaw #twst scenarios #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x you #twst leona

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s0urw00lf · 2 years

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omg?? yoo can i request a tewkesbury x reader where he has to meet up with some other ladies bc of obligation even tho he likes the reader alot?? ty!!

Of course! I didn’t know if you meant he met up with girls for like an arranged marriage or what but that’s what I did it as… I hope you like it!!

Only her - Viscount Tewkesbury x Reader

Y/n and Tewkesbury have been best friends since they had met by their dear friend Enola. They both just so happened to be in the same cabin as Enola well, he was in a bag on the shelves above y/n. The three quickly became close y/n and Tewksbury in a different light but both were too daft to see their obvious love for each other, Enola however saw right through the two.

After the three were able to solve who the killer of Tewksburys father and attempted murder of he himself, they all separated but y/n made sure to visit him and he the same but the two never revealed their true feelings for eachother. Months later y/n was reading the newspaper and happened to come across an article about the boy.

It read

“ Sir Viscount Tewksbury, Marquess of Basilwether is in search of a spouse, who will be the lucky lady that wins the handsome lords heart?”

This made y/ns heart stop for a second, she knew the boy didn’t feel for her what she felt for him. But did he really feel nothing at all? Tewkesbury on the other hand was troubled as well. He hadn’t told anyone about his feelings for the (y/h/c) haired girl, but he knew his title wouldn’t approve of a lady of y/ns nature. Not that he cared for his title, it was a big part of his life, and his mothers. He’d hate to tarnish the image his family had built overtime, so he agreed.

Over the months y/n had come back in contact with Enola. She of course knew of the situation as she made sure to keep an eye out for her two only and best friends. “I feel horrible, like fours he really feel nothing for me?” Y/n said sitting upside down on the couch beside enola. Enola wasn’t very good with emotional things so she focused on the facts “Tewkesbury is a nincompoop, he sees himself as a man of his word when he candle face put to his feelings.” She said. Y/n looked at the girl in wonder “what feelings? He’s out looking for a spouse, and it’s been months! Who knows he probably has one picked out” she cried. Enola just sighed at her friend.

Tewkesbury was standing in his bedroom looking out the window at the well trimmed hedges, and she freshly cut grass having an hard time getting his mind off of y/n… none of the lady’s he had met had quite caught his eye, not like y/n did. They didn’t have those witty remarks, or they wouldnt talk unless spoken too, they were all the same. None stuck out, it was at that moment standing in his room had he decided to confess his love to his mother, and the world.

At dinner he built up the courage to ask his mother to talk, she accepted of course. “ mum, I’d like to tell you something.” He said looking at his hands. “Sure, anything” she replied as she sat down her utensils and gave her full attention to her son. “I’ve made my decision, on the one I want to marry” he said now looking his mother in the eye. Her eyes lit up as she asked which lovely lady he had chosen to court. “ you remember y/n right? The one who helped save my life?” He asked. As if her smile couldn’t brighten anymore it did. “Of course I remember who saved my sons life. Is she the one?” She asked with a slight smirk at the end. Tewkesbury blushed at this and stuttered “y-yes, but only if she agrees” he stated. His mother beamed “I am very pleased with your choice, we’ll send out a word in the morning confirming your choice.”

The very next day a news article had been sent out all around London

“ Sir Viscount Tewksbury, Marquess of Basilwether has made his decision. He reveals his love for a lady unlike any he’d ever met, and he hopes to see her face to face again soon, I wonder who the anonymous lady is, hopefully she is soon revealed.”

When y/n read this her heart shelters to the tiniest pieces, he had found a girl, and it wasn’t her. Her fear had came true as she dropped tears all over the newspaper. She knew the boy was now taken but she had to see him one more time.

She made her way to the court where she knew he’d be. When she arrived she was welcomed in and met by the very person she had come to see. Tewkesbury had saw her red eyes and his heart shattered at the thought of the girl he loved crying over anything. “Y/n? Are you alright?” He asked worried. The girl smiled the best she could and replied “yes, I’m alright. I just came to say congratulations on finding your wife, I do hope she knows how lucky she is.” She said with a smile that didn’t real. It may have to anyone else but him. “I’d actually been meaning to talk to you about that” he said. She tilted her head in confusion at him. He took that as his que to continue

“Yn ever since the day I met you in that train, I’ve felt this urge to always be near you. I don’t know if it’s th way you are able ti make me laugh, or you don’t care about what anyone says or just maybe the simple face that you are like no woman I have ever met. I don’t know but I know that I love you, and it would mean the world to me is you would do the honors of becoming my wife.” He said every word with so much emotion it bought more tears to y/ns eyes but good tears.

She didn’t say anything for a while and it made him nervous. “If you don’t it’s completely okay I’ll choose someo-“ he was cut off by y/n wrapping her arms around his neck and firmly pressing her lips to his. It took him a second before he kissed back. The kiss was filled with so much passion it sent fireworks through their bodies, his arms snaked around her waist and they both pulled away. “Soo I take that as a yes” Tewkesbury said breathlessly as she laugh and nodded her head looking into each others eyes deeply. A flash broke the two out of the trance and they both looked over to see Enola giving a thumbs up beside a man who was holding a camera. The two laughed as Enola ran up and congratulated both of them.

(An): Idrk how this is… I hope you like it I wrote it fairly quickly but I hope this is at least somewhat what you imagined, this is my first one for Tewkesburyso I don’t really have the feel of him yet but I will get it down pact I promise!! I imagined a different way this could have gone so let me know if you want me to write that one.

#tewksbury x reader #enola holmes #x reader #sherlock holmes #viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether #s0urw00lf

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lyramundana · 7 months

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*fans self* oh lord girlie, it’s like you’re in my head with that last scenario

Also a bit of a song rec: Motivate by Little Mix (I think of Minsung every time😮‍💨)

Just imagine them at your feet in skirts with their little boba eyes, rubbing their cheeks against your knee, just begging for your attention, for your touch. When you finally give in, Ji in your lap, his back against your chest, jerking him off, edging him while he squirms , “mommy, pleaseee, stop teasing me. I’ve been so so good for you.” Minho pawing at your side, “mommy please pay attention to me too, please”

Omg maybe you force Min to use a dildo in his hole without your touch or coming for being a little brat. His whines and little “mommy please”s from below you would sound so adorable especially with his eyes watering ugh.

I had another idea while writing this and I wanna share.

Dom!Minho, switch!Mc, sub!Jisung. Minho fucking Ji in the dorms and Ji being so sensitive after Minhos teasing, he’s practically screaming. Playfully oblivious best friend!mc coming in with a smirk “I can keep him quiet, Min”. Minho gives her permission without a second thought. She immediately strips, sitting on Jisungs face. Despite being fucked out beyond belief, he sucks on her clit, eating her out like a starved man. Minhos hand wrapping around her neck, her back arching as he smashes his lips into her, swallowing each others moans.

I got a bit carried away here lol

- fellow Minsung whore

I'm very normal about these scenarios. Yep, very normal. I feel nothing

I really don't understand what you aim to accomplish by sending me these satan-like asks. What's the point?! Besides driving me INSANE WITH THIRST of course, because if it's for me to add something else, what the fuck am I supposed to add there?? It's already perfect as it is. The question here is, why are you not writing all of this up in your blog so the world and I can delight in your genius ideas?

You really now my weakness. Pretty, subby boys wearing skirts and begging for me on their knees, with those cute eyes looking at me..fuck

Just imagine them at your feet in skirts with their little boba eyes, rubbing their cheeks against your knee, just begging for your attention, for your touch

This. This right here. This is my wet dream, my recurrent fantasy, my utmost desire. If I could ever have this in real life, I would die happily after. I'll be torn between fucking them until they faint or just cuddle them and cover them in kisses because they're too cute for my sanity.

“mommy, pleaseee, stop teasing me. I’ve been so so good for you.” Minho pawing at your side, “mommy please pay attention to me too, please”

jdwjdejn *error 404 not found* subby minho?💀 calling me mommy?💀💀

just the image of him pawing at me me makes me so hungry. i'll grab him and kiss him breathless, then pull that buttplug of his in and out until he's moaning my name more, maybe touching his g-spot so he actually cries on my lap and begs me to stop. ohh, then i'll edge him until he can't even speak because, i can't have have one cumming before the other, right? they have to cum at the same.time

I'll have them both in the ground, because that's what they deserve for being little brats. none of them will get to touch the bed sheets unless i allow them to, so either my lap or the cold ground. jisung's pretty, aching red dick in my hand, while i squeeze it and play with it with his twitching hands cuffed behind him. he can't fight back, no option but take what i give him.

minho, our pretty, cute kitty boy, he'll be on his knees with his face in my lap. maybe i'll have the remote control of the buttplug and mess with the settings to make him whine out desesperately, trembling but unable to do anything, or else i'll punish him.

I had another idea while writing this and I wanna share.

Seriously? You haven't shared enought??😃

She immediately strips, sitting on Jisungs face. Despite being fucked out beyond belief, he sucks on her clit, eating her out like a starved man. Minhos hand wrapping around her neck, her back arching as he smashes his lips into her, swallowing each others moans.

I literally have nothing else to add to this perfection.

No matter the universe, AU or scenario, Jisung is a pussydrunk king. Even if he's mentally out of it, his tongue has an independent conscience.

Minho putting her in a headlock while he's pleasuring both?? Jesus christ, he really is a multitasker

Tagging my lovelies (because if i suffer, everyone does): @channieandhisgoonsquad @moonlightndaydreams @2chopsticks2eyes @skzms @queenmea604 @noellllslut @hanjisunglover

#tell me if you want to join the taglist #i need help after this #time to process it #poly minsung smut #minsung x reader #han jisung x reader x lee know #lee know smut #han jisung smut #skz scenarios #skz smut #lee know/han jisung x reader

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 2 years

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BIRTHDAY SEX - MINHO

MINHO X READER

Genre:🌶️🌶️🌶️

Word Count: 2.2K

Sum: you didn't notice how late the night was getting until your boyfriend came home .... this gave you the idea to have some late night fun with him that ends up with you cumming multiple times.

Tigger warning: SQUIRTING, cumming inside, body licking,and really just good sex lol

If you are not 18 please do not read!!

Note: this one was really fun, I hope you like reading this as much as I loved writing it.

Maasterlist

It’s 2 am, and you are still working on this project for work “baby….what are you doing still up?” you felt his hands massage your shoulders.

“Oh, I didn’t hear you come in” you smiled, lifting your head.

“Have you eaten and showered yet?” He said, leaning down and softly kissing you.

“No, not yet. I’ve been so zoned out doing this for work….what time is it?” You look at the clock at 2:30 in the morning. Then it dawns on you it’s Minho's birthday.

“Omg, it’s your birthday….happy birthday”, you pull him into your embrace.

“Oh would you look at that…you know what that means?” He places both hands on your ass and lifts you. You wrap your legs around his hips.

“Shower time”, you smile as he kisses you.

He carries you to the bathroom and sits you on the vanity. He places his hands on either side of your legs. “Wait right here”, he smirks. Minho turns around and walks over to the shower turning it on.

He slowly walks back towards you, undoing the buttons on his shirt. “Come take a shower with me” he places a hot kiss on your lips, and you open your mouth to allow his tongue in

“Shall I undress me, or do you want to?” You cheekily say, pulling away.

“Your so good to me”, he smirks as he plays with the buttons on your blouse.

“Show me how good I am to you” you pull his face in for another kiss. He shuffles forward to get a little closer.

“I thought you’d never ask” with that, Minho unbuttoned your shirt while kissing you passionately. The man was hungry. Minho soon removes your shorts, lifting your bum a little to allow him to pull them down your legs. He takes a step back and undoes his jeans. “I fucken love birthday sex,” he says. You didn’t mean to laugh because he was so serious; however, you found it funny how he couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself.

Minho kicked his jeans and jocks off his feet and threw them to the side. He picks you up once more and carry’s you into the shower.

The water in the shower is the perfect temperature. Minho pulls out the soap “can I wash you” Minho loved having showers with you. He loved to watch the soap and water run down your body.

“Only if I can wash you,” you say, grabbing his member.

He kissed you while you stroked his cock “anything for you”, he moaned, but tonight was all about what Minho wanted. He was always taking care of you. Now it’s your turn to take care of him.

You bend down now, staring right at his member. You slowly lick up the shaft to the top of the penis, his head back with the water running down. He runs hIs hands through his hair. With your hand, you lift his dick and start licking his balls “oh fuck, babe….I love it when you suck my dick like that”

You smile to yourself. There was nothing you loved more than to see minho come undone. When you first met, the boys told you he was highly strung. However, you quickly learnt he was a kind and patient man.

You stand back up, still making sure to stroke his dick. You pull his face down and kiss him under the water. “You want to soap me up now?” You pull away, and the water runs down his face and body.

He grabs the loofa and adds soap to it. He starts to wash your body slowly, taking his time to take in the image of your body entirely.

You lift his chin to meet your eyes and hold his gaze for a few seconds. “I love you…I hope you know that” his eyes begin to glisten. You and Minho don’t say I love you often. So the fact you are telling him now almost brings him to tears.

He pulls you in by the back of your neck and starts to kiss you. You part your lips as Minho slips his tongue. He lifts you, and you wrap your leg around him. He walks you back to pin your back against the cold shower wall. Minho's hard cock is rubbing up against your entrance.

“Please….I want you inside me,” you brake the kiss, Minho holding you with one hand holding his member, still lining his cock up to enter your core.

He slowly enters you allowing you to adjust to his cock. “You always feel so good” he begins to kiss you again. His penis feels so good just being inside you. Even if he didn’t move, you were happy to sit and warm his cock.

“My dick feels so good inside you… you're doing such a good job warming it for me, baby,” he says between kisses.

He starts to kiss you behind your ear and work his way down to your collarbone. You begin to move your hips. He grunts, “don’t move”, he says, firmly squeezing your ass.

“Please…..Minho, I need you” you feel his breath on your neck.

“Fine”, he grunts as I remove himself from you and turn off the water. “Wait there” he hopped out and grabbed your towel.

“Okay, come out now” you step out of the shower, and Minho wraps you in a towel. Drying you off, “I love you”, he kisses your forehead.

“Now, are you going to fuck me or not,” you say, dropping the towel. Minho gulps as he scans your body again.

“Bed now” these words made you get goosebumps. You walk past him and lay down on the bed. Minho wastes no time hovering over your naked body.

“Tell me what you need,” he says, breathing heavy.

“I want you to cum inside me” Minho's eyes widen, water dripping from his hair on your face.

“Are you sure?…. I don’t want you to do this just because it’s my birthday” you have never in your relationship with Minho had sex without a condom. However, lately, you have been craving more from him. You want to feel what it’s like to have him cum inside you.

“Please”, you pull him in closer, kissing his shoulders as you feel his body tense. “Please, baby…just this once”, Minho goes quiet.

“Minho?….hey, we don’t have to” you look into his eye again. Minho gulps and nods his head.

“Yes, my baby….I’m sure” Minho runs his hands up your body to your hands. Minho looks his fingers with yours. He lifts your hands above your head and starts kissing you.

“You are perfect” he pulls away. His words send tingles down your body. Minho is a gentleman. He is soft and loving when it comes to sex. For him going bareback is out of his comfort zone, so he will want to make sure you are okay with it before he enters you.

“Before I do that”, he is now on his knees between your legs. He pulls you by your ankles down towards him. He then lifts your leg push them back towards your body, raising your pelvis off the mattress. He then holds you up by placing his hands on your lower back.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, huh?” It had been a very long time since Minho had eaten you out. He was a very busy man, so the fact he wanted to do this on his birthday made you feel special, it was his day, and he wanted to make you feel loved. Minho was genuinely selfless. He could have just fucked you and gone to sleep. Instead, he was face to face with your core contemplating his next move.

He started flicking his tongue over your folds “yes, Minho,” you moan as you part your legs and rest them on his shoulders. He shuffles up the bed bending your bond up so now the lover part of your back is now entirely off the bed. Minho is kneeling straight up with his face right inside your core, licking and sucking your folds and clit. He has one hand roaming your body while the other is wrapped around your pelvis, and your ass checks rest on his chest.

This was the other side of Minho, a side you didn’t meet very often, it was like a flip had switched, and he had this hunger he couldn’t satisfy. “Mmmmmmmm”, he grunts into you, vibrating your spine. You were trying to run your fingers through his hair to let him know he’s doing well; however, this angers him. He pulls back your arousal, coating his face “spread,” he grunts as he lets go. Your body slaps onto the bed. You open your legs while Minho wipes his face with the bed sheet.

“We're gonna try something new,” he says, lining himself up.

“What is that,” you say, hungry for what’s about to come.

“I’m gonna make you squirt”, you had told Minho once you had the desire to squirt. No one had been successful yet in making your dream come true.

“Oh yeah…. And how are you going to do that” you smirked

“Got some advice off changbin and chan” made you so horny that he spoke and asked advice from the boys in preparation for tonight. “ was going to surprise you on your birthday next month but……. Your so fucken hot, and you know how much I love to see you cum under me” his words turn you on.

Minho lines himself up and inserts slowly into your core “so tight for me, baby”, he moans. You try to move your hands to touch Minho's body; however, he restrains your hand in his once more leaning down to hover over your face.

“You are so sexy” he kisses you, making you breathless. Sex has never been this hot between you two. What has gotten into him?

He starts to pump harder, hitting your g spot just right “fuck baby,” you moan.

“Don’t come for me yet”, he grunts. Your body starts to squirm out of pleasure.

“Minho, please….I’m so close” with those words, Minho pulls out. He’s right back between your legs now, pumping his tongue in and out of your centre “ oh my god… yes”, you scream as you buck your hips into his mouth.

This was a feeling you had not felt before. You could feel the pressure build in your stomach, next thing you realise your eyes are seeing sparks, and you could control your organism you could feel the pressure in your stomach realise and when you came down from your organism Minho popped his head up from your crotch.

“How did that feel” he grinned cum still dripping from your pussy. He comes up to kiss you so you can taste your arousal.

“I didn’t know I could do that”, you pant

“Wanna do it again…..it was so sexy” you have a better idea.

“How about you first…..birthday boy” Minho lets you take control and flip him onto his back.

“Wait here”, you smirk as you get off the bed and run to the fridge. You bought whipped cream for Minho's cake later today but had an idea to use it now. You walk back into the room, “tada” you then laugh because Minho looks so nervous.

“What are we doing with the cream” his cock twitching. You shake the bottle well and cream from his pelvis up against his stomach and to his chest, then you hop in between his legs and lick up until you hover over his face.

“That”, you giggle and kiss softly on Minho's lips.

You take the cream and squirt some into his mouth, then use your tongue to scoop it out. Minho's breath stops as again he’s never seen this side of you.

“That was so hot”, he puffed.

You place cream on his nipples and lick it off. Minho moans when you lick off the top of his pelvis, he is aching to get back inside you, but you haven’t finished having fun just yet.

“Open your mouth”, you grin as you squeeze the whipped cream in his mouth. You again use your tongue and lick the whipped cream out of his mouth. Minho tangles his tongue with yours rolling you over once more.

“Please, Minho…come inside me”, you beg. He grunts and inserts himself inside you. Slowly pumping, you wrap your legs around his hips and use your hands to push him further inside.

“Oh, baby, I’m so close to coming” Minho has his face in your neck, grunting as he pounds into you so rough your head is hitting the headboard.

“Oh god,” he yells as he releases inside you, his body shaking out of pleasure. He falls for you to embrace him, something he often did after sex.

“Marry me, Y/N”, he mumbles.

“What did you just say?” You pushed him off you.

He gets up and rolls over to his side table. He pulls out this big Dimond ring. “Marry me?….I’ve been waiting for months to ask you.”

“Of course, I’ll marry you,” you say, leaning over to kiss him.

“Best birthday ever” he cups your face placing kisses all over your face.

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outer banks ● one girl two guys pt 5 ● j. maybank + t. thornton

(( changing up the photos a little bit. bear with me. these came from pinterest, btw. and they're part of my little image hoard.))

warnings

complicated relationships... all around., jealousy, angst. pining, friends to lovers, looots of PDA ( you've been warned, if you're not fond of touching/kissing/affection) , fluff. Kiara -and her audacity, Sarah -and her jealousy, eventual filth, confrontations of the verbal and possibly physical kind. rivalry. mentions of alcohol + 🍃, sex / pda and varying states of undress and other potential adultier themes to come. sarcasm and dark humor, ig.

word count

3407 exactly. welcome to part 5. for the context, here's part 4.

-- y'all are gonna be so fucking siiiick of me and my bullshit,oops rip.

summary

One girl. Two guys. You're feeling torn. This can't possibly go wrong or be messy at all.. Right?

-- my summaries are traash and I own this.

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist for outer banks -as well as every other fandom I write for can be found ( here ). If you'd like to be on it, please add yourself or let me know, i'll happily add you.

@tbmunson - i love you sm bestie. you knew i was going to tag you for this bc you're my inspiration, always!!

@valentineshiftz - your comments omg you don't know how much they mean to me. i can't even begin to thank you and I'm so glad you're enjoying this.

@writingreadinglurkingandsmirking - your comments make my day, like.. i'm living for your reactions!

other links

masterlist ● jj's masterlist ● topper's masterlist ● about+ rules

“Burger and fries for table 2. All dressed.” you tell the cook in back the order from table 2 and you’re heading back out with a pitcher of beer and the appetizer they ordered and Kiara stops you halfway out of the kitchen.

“What? I’m kind of busy, Kiara.”

“You’ve been talking to Topper Thornton a lot lately.” Kiara’s staring at you with a solemn look and her arms folded. You blow a bubble with your gum, raise your brow at her. “Yeah? And?”

“I just don’t think that’s a good idea, ___. And it’s really upsetting JJ.” Kiara tacks on that last part and you laugh quietly. “It’s not upsetting him. It shouldn’t be. I mean… correct me if I’m wrong here, you’re the girlfriend.”

“Right. And as the girlfriend, I just thought.. Nevermind. Look, you hate me and I get that. But JJ hasn’t done anything.”

You blow out a breath. “Now kind of isn’t the time to talk about this, Kie. The place is packed. Look.. I’m just trying to finish out my shift here, okay? I’ve got stuff to do later.”

“We used to be friends, ___.”

“Yeah? Blame your mom. Maybe if she’d keep her fucking nose out of places it doesn’t belong.. Maybe if you didn’t go home telling her everything.. A friend would have kept their mouth shut, especially if they knew opening it might come with the risk of their friend being sent to live with some asshole who never wanted their friend born to begin with.” you’re blowing up but you can’t help it. Kiara rubs her forehead. “I’m sorry, okay? Maybe I just thought..”

You cut her off. “Did I ask you to think? Did I ask for help, Kie? No. No, I didn’t.”

She takes a deep breath. “Fair enough. So that’s why you hate me? It’s not because I’m with JJ?”

,, oooh… go ahead, ___. Tell her the truth.” the thought comes and for a second, you seriously play with the idea. But in the end, you decide against it. Because you’re trying so hard to keep from pushing JJ away completely. Because when this thing with Kie comes to a bitter end -and it will, you know Kiara too well, she gets bored too easy- you don’t want to have alienated him. You don’t want him to feel like he can’t come to you.

“I don’t care who you date. The fact that you even think I do is kind of stupid. Possibly even a little self-centered.” you laugh as you look at her, smirking. Watching your comment settle over her because you’re that special kind of petty to a point where you have to hurt someone exactly as much as they hurt you.

You weren’t always like this.

But then everybody in your life disappointed you. Kept hurting you, kept breaking promises. Now you live in a constant state of defense mechanisms active.

“You need to apologize to JJ. Because it bothers me to see him like this.”

When she says this, you’re half out of the kitchen. You pause in the doorway and you look back, mouth agape at her audacity, -and maybe the fact that she’s apparently so clueless that she doesn’t know why things are strained between you and JJ Maybank right now.

The fact that he hasn’t bothered to tell his poor and clueless pretty little girlfriend anything only cuts just a little more. Because it basically confirms what you’re already figuring out. He doesn’t feel the same way about you and when you tried to show him how you felt back at the beginning of summer, it was probably the stupidest thing you could’ve done.

You’re tempted to tell her exactly what went down that night but you don’t for reasons that have everything to do with not making things worse or causing problems between the boy you’re in love with and his flavor of the month. The thought, as it comes, leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. ,, you’re pitiful. A real mess, y’know? Just tell her. See how quick she is to demand you be the one to apologize then.”

“You need to keep your nose out of my life.” you finally manage to respond, walking out into the front of the restaurant. You let the door slam behind you. Kiara stands there, a hand caught in her hair. Staring at the door because she’s now got the strong feeling that she’s missing a lot of context.

The rest of the short shift passes by in a blink. Around the end of it, just as you’re clocking out, you’re surprised to see Topper and his friends standing outside one of the big windows in the front. Topper sees you and he starts to make faces at you, making it hard to focus, making you snicker quietly as Anna is telling you about some stupid party the restaurant is hired to cater at the end of the week.

Kiara’s barely listening, she’s paying closer attention to the way you and Topper act with each other. Because you’ll glance over and pull a crazy face right back at him and at one point, you’re pretending like you’re going to fall asleep on your feet as if you’re bored out of your skull.

Anna finally finishes talking to you and Kie, releasing you both from work for the afternoon. You rush out and Topper is leaned against the front wall of the building, sipping a snow cone through a straw as he holds one out to you. You take it and suck it down greedily.

Kelce is looking from you to Topper wordlessly. Rubbing his chin in thought, especially when you and Topper seem to migrate closer together as a crowd of tourists overtakes the sidewalk and forces this to happen. Topper’s got a hand at your waist and you’re staring up at him.

“C’mon, man. We’re losing peak waves.” Kelce points out, barely hiding laughter as he glances from you to Topper. He’s just seen Sarah and John B walk past but his best friend has been so caught up in staring at you for a few seconds now that Topper didn’t even notice they walked past.

And Kelce is thinking to himself that’s definitely a good sign. Maybe the idiot will leave Sarah Cameron alone and stop running back the second she comes around batting her lashes, even hinting that she might want him back.

Topper finally breaks out of his daze, responding to Kelce. “Yeah. We should get going.”

Your brain’s finally done a full reset and you manage to nod, muttering a quiet “Yep.” in agreement. Topper turns his attention to you again. “You have sunblock.. Right? Because you got burnt really bad the last time we went out.”

You hold up your backpack. “In here somewhere.”

When he slips an arm around you as the three of you make your way down the dock to Topper’s waiting boat, you’re pulled into his side, the scent of his designer cologne enveloping you as you breathe it in before you can stop yourself from doing it. And it’s becoming habit by this point, it’s getting so that if you’re out somewhere and you even think you catch a whiff of it -or similar scents- you’re looking for Topper’s face in the crowd.

This thought, as it hits, is more than a little scary.

He steps onto his boat, reaching out. Grabbing you by the hips to pull you on board. You’re laughing about it and the sound carries. The sound of your laughter manages to get the attention of JJ as he pulls the Pogue to a stop on the opposite side at the end of the dock. When he looks up just in time to see Topper Thornton pick you up by the hips and pull you onto his stupid little boat, he glares at Topper.

Topper gives him this little shrug, it’s mild. He smirks too. Holds JJ’s gaze as JJ looks from Topper to you, your back is to him so you don’t see. You’re staring up at Topper and the pang of jealousy that hits JJ takes him by surprise.

It shouldn’t bother him to see his best friend happy and he knows this. But then he’s thinking back to that night about two months ago. When you were in his lap, your arms around his neck. All cozy with him. When you told him he was pretty. When you told him you wanted to kiss him and he panicked and shut down because it was everything he wanted and he didn’t know how to handle it beyond the fear that overtook after you said it. He’s aware that he got in his own way. And for a while, he thought maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.

Seeing you with Topper all the time lately has him starting to wonder if he was wrong about that theory. Feeling like his reaction that night to the way you were being so affectionate was a complete mistake.

The boat takes off and he watches as you and Topper disappear from view.

John B and Sarah wander over and John’s jaw flutters. As soon as he sees the anger blaze in his best friends eyes, he nods. Because he’s just seen the way his girlfriend was looking at her ex boyfriend as if he was betraying her. And he hasn’t said anything to Sarah yet but it’s really bothering him.

“You saw ‘em too, huh?”

“Mhm.” JJ answers, glancing from John B to Sarah. He shares a look with his best friend and then he shrugs. “We need to get a move on. Pope’s waiting.”

“Yeah.”

Kiara rushes over, throwing her arms around JJ. She’s upset again and when she starts telling JJ why, he nods quietly. And a sliver of hope lingers even though it shouldn’t, taking hold. You didn’t tell Kiara about what happened between you and him earlier this summer. ,, or what didn’t happen but could’ve happened.” he reminds himself, bitter at the thought.

If you were really all in with Thornton, it stands to reason you would’ve just told her.

,, or maybe she’s a good person and she didn’t want to do something to mess you and Kiara up. Kiara’s your girl, man. You can’t have them both.”

But selfishly, in an ideal world, this is what he’d want. Because he feels very strong feelings for you both and it’s got him torn two different ways.

��When did that even happen? How?” Sarah speaks up. Kiara shrugs. “It’s probably a rebound thing. That or he’s up to something.”

“He’s not like that.” Sarah says it and she can feel John B staring at her. She looks up at him and sighs. “He’s not, okay? Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe he’s moving on.”

But deep down, the fact that he might just be moving on.. This bothers Sarah just a little more than it should.

–

You gulp as soon as you see the waves today. You melt into Topper’s side just a little and for a few seconds, you wonder exactly what you let yourself be talked into. Topper chuckles. “You’ll be fine, okay? I won’t let anything happen.”

You nod. Swallowing hard. Gazing up at him and then glancing back out at the water. “That wave was big.”

“It’s not as scary as it looks. But first..” Topper nods to his board, “You need to learn how to stand. C’mere.” he steps away, standing by his board. You’re pouting a little before you even realize it, you didn’t want him to let go yet and this thought as it settles in, has your mind reeling.

,, okay but you did say it yourself when you were arguing with JJ not so long ago. You’re definitely attracted to Topper Thornton physically. That’s it. That has to be all this is…Right?”

Deep down, you’re starting to suspect it’s not. But you’re not about to let yourself acknowledge it. Because you’ve started to get close to Topper and you like being friends with him. God knows that falling for him might possibly have the same end result as you, finally making a desperate attempt to clue JJ in to how you felt about him at the beginning of summer.

You wander over and you step onto the board. You swallow hard when Topper steps on behind you, hands at your waist as he pushes down on your body just a little to get you to bend down like you need to be. “Keep your feet apart.”

“Like this?” you question. Topper nods, chuckles quietly. “Like that. You’re going to feel like your balance is off when you’re out there. If you have to, put your arms out.” his hands leave your hips to settle on your arms and he guides them into place. He’s pressed against you from behind.

From nearby on the sand, Kelce chuckles. “She needs to turn her foot a little, dude.”

Topper looks down and nods. “Yeah. He’s right. You need to turn your foot towards the front of the board.”

“This is complicated. How the fuck do you remember all this?” you’re exasperated with yourself because you’re just feeling like you have to look awkward. And you’re a little scared because you know they go out where the water will be over your head. You can swim exactly enough to save your life and that’s it.

Topper chuckles at your outburst, the sound sending just the teeniest jolt racing through you. “Relax.” he mutters quietly, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “You can swim right?”

“Uhm..” you give him a sheepish look. He bites his lip. “Okay, change of plans. Because you kind of need to learn to swim first. You’re going to wipe out.”

You nod. And then he’s scooped you up, making you laugh and have to throw your arms around his neck to hang on. He’s carrying you out into the water and Kelce, just to be a little shit, he hollers out, “Jesus. Get a room, guys.”

You can feel a slow heat work it’s way from the pit of your stomach when you lock eyes with Topper as he laughs. That heat spreads through you til it’s settled in the tips of your ears. He’s teasing you a little when he asks, “Are you blushing right now?”

You pout up at Topper a little. “I don’t blush.”

“I think you do. I think you are.”

“Am not!” you smack at his chest lightly and you laugh. And it’s a real one. You haven’t really laughed in a while. It feels good to laugh again.

When he starts to wade out to where the water is starting to creep up your body higher, you cling to Topper. “Hey, whoa..” he coaxes. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. Relax.”

You nod and you’re staring up at him, lost in the varying shades that make up his eyes. You’re staring really hard. It’s hard enough that he’s staring right back. “I’m gonna lower you down a little.. Okay? But my hands are gonna stay on you, I swear. I’m not going to let you drown. Relax.”

“Easy for you to say, you were swimming and surfing at birth.” you mutter, the softness in your voice has him biting back a quiet groan.. Especially now that it’s combined by the way he feels holding you right now. He chuckles quietly. “I wasn’t.”

“You were! You won your first surfing thing when you were like what.. Ten?”

“How’d you know that?” he laughs. You laugh softly. “JJ entered too. I had to listen to him have an angry meltdown when you won and he didn’t.” you admit quietly. Topper chuckles.

But then he stops to think about it. Realizes that he’s seen you at a few of his competitions when they’re local. JJ hasn’t entered one in years.

He doesn’t say anything though because he’s not trying to give himself any reason to get his hopes up. So when you admit to going to a few shows he’s been in because it’ll pass time, he’s a little shocked.

,, Kildare is boring. She was just looking for something to do.” is countered by ,, But she was there. Sarah couldn’t even be bothered.” and it’s not much but it’s somehow more than even his own girlfriend at the time could be bothered to do.

“Something just nipped my foot!” you’re squealing, clinging to him even more and he realizes in this moment that if his goal was not to fall for you, yeah.. He’s beyond fucked.

He laughs. “Are you gonna be okay, ___?”

“Haven’t you seen Jaws? I know what’s in deep water, dude.” you’re pouting up at him as you say it and he laughs again. “Jaws is a movie.”

“And what makes it scary is that it fucking happens on occasion. Sharks get snackish.”

“I’m not gonna let you become shark bait.”

“You’re not gonna be able to stop it!” you’re being dramatic and you know it. But you’re both laughing. For once you’re having fun. You don’t have so many negative things in your mind threatening to take over. You want to enjoy the moment.

Topper lowers you to the water and he keeps his arms beneath you. You suck in a breath. Stare up at him. “Okay. Relax. Try to float.”

“I’m telling you, I will sink.”

“No you won’t.” Topper’s voice has a calming effect. You try to relax and you’re even floating a little. Until the second you feel him slowly slipping his arms out from beneath you, then your eyes are popping open and you sink down just a little. When you come back up, you splash him. He splashes back. Picks you up by your hips. Your legs slip around his waist. “Better? Now will you stop freaking out on me? People are gonna think I’m drowning you, woman.” he’s barely hiding laughter.

You pout at him again. But you slip your arms around his neck and nod, biting your lip as you stare at him and the laughter dies away. “Yeah. Much.” you respond quietly.

Then he dunks you both and you surface from beneath the water, splashing at each other. Kelce paddles out on his board. “Since you two are gonna goof off, I’m napping.”

You share a look with Topper and as Kelce’s board floats past, he reaches out, tipping Kelce off. Kelce comes up from beneath the water, sending up rowdy splashes. Soaking both of you because the second you realize the water is up to your mouth now and you can’t touch bottom with your toes, you fling yourself at Topper all over again dramatically, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as you cling to his body.

“Hey! Easy, man.” Topper gives Kelce a dirty look but Kelce chuckles, mimics the sound of a cracking whip as he looks from his best friend to the way you’re clinging to him and have your face buried in his neck. You look up at Topper, eyes catching on the way a drop of water drips down from blond tips.. Rolls down the slope of his nose and settles on his lips.

Your legs squeeze his hips just a little tighter and everything just kind of falls away. He’s staring at you and he can’t stop himself. He notices the exact second you melt into him a lot more and he mumbles quietly, “You okay?”

“Just realizing you’re really not going to try and drown me, that’s all.” you give him a sheepish smile and he grins. “I told you, didn’t I? You can actually trust me.”

“Yeah.” you answer, managing to tear your eyes off of him for just a second.

“Lemme see your board, Kelce.”

“Dude..”

“Board, Kelce. Now.”

Kelce pushes the board to Topper. Topper sits you on it and moves to stand between your legs. “Not so bad, huh?”

“It’s kinda cool. I’m not crazy about trying to stand up on it yet though.”

“It’s okay.” Topper laughs quietly.

“Yeah.” you answer. Leaning down into him a little.

“For the last time. Just get a room.”

Topper flips Kelce off and you’re laughing. Burning up all over, but laughing again.

This is definitely one of the better days of your summer.

“I’m having fun.” you admit quietly and Topper grins at you. “Me too.”

#jj maybank #topper thornton #jj maybank fanfiction #topper thornton fanfiction #jj maybank imagine #topper thornton imagine #jj maybank fic #topper thornton fic #jj maybank x you #topper thornton x you #jj maybank x reader #topper thornton x reader #jj maybank x yn #topper thornton x yn #outer banks ● jj maybank #outer banks ● topper thornton #<- my writing ● jj maybank #<- my writing ● topper thornton #<- warnings | see above ● PDA / touching ● angst complicated relationships jealousy ● alch + w**d other stuff eventual filth #<- female reader warning | vague characteristics ● hair /personality / clothing / female parts / petnames or nicknames #fandom ( outer banks ) ● season ( all - au.. kind of. nothings in order tbh ) ● characters ( jj maybank + topper thornton )#-- i've got to try and squeeze a little moment in with her and JJ. but i'm lowkey in love with Topper oops rip.

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Are These Cute? (Drabble Part One)

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader Word Count: 763 Description: Rhea is given the chance to help y/n with a interesting problem.

Part Two

Huge thanks to @omg-im-such-a-masochist for helping me settle on an idea and @damnnhausen for answering questions I had xx

Also my first proper Rhea fic so I hope I did her justice ______ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @damnnhausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @xbreezymeadowsx @rebellious-desires @thiccc-rider-mcintyre @letsgivethisonemoreshot @mcreignsera @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @cuzimacomedian @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ______

“What plans do you have today?”

Looking up from her coffee Rhea smiles at Damian shrugging.

“I’ll probably just hang out in my room or maybe text y/n see if she wants to hang out.”

Ignoring his smirk, Rhea shoved his shoulder as she finished her breakfast.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what? I just looked at you. I can't help it that you’re thinking that I meant something.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“I just don’t see why you don’t tell y/n you have the hots for her. I think she’d be flattered and may even feel the same way.”

“We don’t know if she likes me that way so I’m not going to tell her anything. Don’t worry about it D, I’m happy with just being friends.”

Rhea is thankfully saved from any further questions when his phone rings. Waving as he walks off to answer it, Rhea takes her drink and heads back to her hotel room. Sitting on the bed scrolling through her phone Rhea can’t help but think about what Damian said. Maybe she should tell you, but the fear of your reaction being one of disgust kept her from saying anything.

“Speak of the devil and she shall appear.”

Rhea reaches over to grab her phone when your ringtone goes off, shaking her head at the swirl in her stomach she clicks the message.

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Rheaaaaaa

Goth Wife💋🖤: Whaaaaat?

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: I’m bored entertain me plz

Goth wife💋🖤: What are you doing?

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Well I just got back from shopping

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: I got some new undergarments and I’m trying to decide if they’re cute or not

Rhea rereads the message and rubs a hand over her face.

Goth Wife💋🖤: Why buy them if you weren’t sure about them being cute?

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Just second-guessing myself is all :/

Goth Wife💋🖤: I’m sure they’re fine mate don’t stress so much about it

Goth Wife💋🖤: And if it’s really bugging you ask one of the girls to give their opinion or something

Y/n/n⚰️🖤 is typing…

Watching the bubbles Rhea gets up going to the fridge to grab a water bottle, she knew how much y/n liked feeling confident in what she wore. Picking her phone up as she sips her drink she chokes when she reads over the reply.

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: You’re one of my best friends can you just give me your opinion?

No no she couldn’t…Well they weren’t in the same room so she should be able to handle it. Biting her lip she thinks for a few moments more before typing and hitting send.

Goth Wife💋🖤: Sure why not

“Please don’t let me regret this decision.”

She mumbles flopping onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling she could do this, just give her honest opinion on the undergarments. Then find another subject to talk about.

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Thank you babes!

*Images attached*

Looking at the first four images Rhea hums thoughtfully she personally wouldn’t pick the colors you had but they were pretty cute.

Goth Wife💋🖤: I wouldn’t pick those colors personally but for you, I think they would be great they’re cute colors and the designs on the red and green are sexy without being too over the top

Opening the last picture causes Rhea’s heartbeat to pick up as she looked over the photo. It was one of you in your hotel mirror a black lace pair of panties sat low on your hips. The small white bow in the front added a little pop of color. But what really got her was the fact you were wearing one of her merch shirts as a crop top. A dangerously high crop top, the shirt just barely managed to cover your chest. A smirk was gracing your lips as you looked at the mirror.

She could feel her face heating up as she took a few breaths to steady herself, the rush of arousal was one she quickly tried to push away.

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: You still there? Is that not a cute one?

Goth Wife💋🖤: Yeah I’m still here

Goth Wife💋🖤: They’re very cute um and nice shirt by the way haha

You were going to be the death of her and she damn well knew it, she shouldn’t have agreed to this. Should have known it would only lead to trouble.

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Thanks it’s just my lounge shirt

Goth Wife💋🖤: Cute but yeah your choices are great nice uh colors and such

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Thanks! The next time I go shopping I’ll just have to either bring you along or model them for you in person 😌

#wwe #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #drabble #rhea ripley fanfic

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pxrtalchopped · 2 years

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So Shell Feed

one : ✧ prologue

a various! rise tmnt / reader fanfiction. [with textfic and lit!]

Kendra asks you to test out an app for her. Turns out, that app was not hers to let you test. And now you've stumbled into the groupchat of four vigilante, mutant turtles and consequently, their lives.

But seeing as you had just gotten out of a toxic friend group, you were luckily in dire need of a new one! So fun, how these things turn out for the better.

Posting on ao3, wattpad, and now tumblr! I hope the image formatting works omg! Enjoy!

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Your first day of Junior Year - yippee - and you started it like any other:

Getting work done, which consisted of the same icebreaker papers like any other classroom, doodling random scribbles in your sketchbook till the clock hit next hour, and passing between hours by blasting sped up tiktok songs through your earbuds because fuck talking to people irl.

Don't get me wrong, you weren't an outcast or anything. Sure, you had interests the popular kids might not have been into (take your embarassing and reawakened FnaF phase last year-) but you were widely liked, if not, then not necessarily disliked, by most of the people in your classes.

This was kind of a given, as you've had school with a good handful of these kids in your previous years.

Take Kendra and her little crew, for example. Kendra, Jeremy and Jase had been found in almost every tech class you took as a kid. (Ez school credits you just worked off instruction books) And ignoring their incessant bickerings amoungst eachother, or the ocassional cocky and narcissisticly snide remarks they'd give you if you asked them for help - they actually quite liked you.

Liked you is a nice way of saying you were an easy target for spreading havoc that wouldn't be traced back to them.

Did you know this? No. But that wasn't your fault, you're just a little optimistic about their underlying evilness that they're surprisingly so good at hiding from faculty.

"Hey, ___!" she would coo at you, "our club is entering an app contest, and we need some people to test it out. Can't make any reviews ourselves since they'd call us out on bias, ya' know?"

- All this to say, you weren't at all suspicious when Kendra walked up to you [Jace in tow and Jeremy nowhere to be seen] with a pleasant smirk amoung her bright blue lips, and a cheery tone to boot.

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She put an arm around your shoulder. Her silk jacket was really cold and she smelled like mint, a scent you found common in her clubroom. Maybe it was her signature that she threw across the room every day.

In front of you, she pulled her free hand out with her phone to showcase the club's aforementioned "app".

It seemed to look exceedingly similar to Funstagram.

"Uhh.."

"Don't mention what it looks like, this is just a wip - references were needed for beta," she spoke fast and mumbled, similar to the last three seconds of a commercial as if to help you ignore the blatant copyright.

"Basically what we need you to do is make an account, converse with the... other volunteers we asked, and in about a month or so let me know how it goes!" While talking, she meagerly scrolls through the app, showing you all the functions and controls.

Then, she sends the app's downloadable apk to your phone and explains that your help would be compensated.

You weren't interested until that last part, so you hurriedly downloaded it before the next period started and got to fuckin' work.

Now, when you typed "themaincharacter" as your username you weren't necessarily thinking anything cocky, you just thought you were being funny and a little cute. No one should give it a second thought, right? You'd be fine.

You needed a profile picture.

Fucking perfect.

And now you just had to look at the explo- oh what the fuck?

Okay... randomly added to a gc immediately after creating an account. That's chill.

You felt bad for BootyyyShaker9000. Dude looked like he was about to have an aneurysm.

Or.. I guess typed like it. Yknow.

Okay, so they're kind of funny. But you're still insanely confused and they're responding exponentially fast - you're about to get a headache.

Still, you were curious about them. You want to be cautious and polite, so better not tease them in case they're trigger happy with the kick button.

....You're kind of stupid.

Oh, okay, they're much chiller than you thought! And also just as stupid as you!

Not that you didn't register their names by now, but at least you're getting somewhere with your confusion. You're still a little guilty for the purple one.

... purple guy?!!!?!? DID YOU GET SUCKED INTO FNAF?!?!

The teacher was looking at you, so you decided to put your phone away for the rest of the class.

You could feel your phone vibrate with about 20 more messages before the bell rang.

Okay, sweet. If being accepted into a group of weird nerds online [who had just literally doxxed you] wasn't enough to leave you on edge, the blackmailing threat of some unknown stranger definitely set you in a sturry.

You had a handful of guesses as to who 'April' was. You knew about three April's personally from your school but none seem the type to talk to guys of this... energy. You made a note to be extra cautious tomorrow; already planning your inconspicuous oversized hoodie and baggy sweats to wear tomorrow.

You'll look like a major red flag or depressed college student buttttt at least you'll be harder to spot in a crowd!

You turned your phone off as you headed out the doors of the school. The battery was getting pretty low anyway. Your guess? Kendra totally gave your phone some virus to get dirt or probably destroy the group of guys you'd just become friends with.

You only had a few hours left before the day ended but it was most likely going to be filled with chores and applications to a part time job now that summer's over - so your schedule was pretty low on free time.

Not to mention now you have to wake up early for your second day of school. Early hours was not something you missed in July.

...All this to say, knowing the person you are, you couldn't risk hopping back in the group chat for the rest of the night. You'd hopped on your phone last year and it would take you till 4 AM before you actually went to bed only to wake up two hours later to get dressed for school.

Oh, you missed summer. Oh, you missed lonely, miserable and depressing summer so so bad.

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Word count: Around 1.1k, not counting the texts.

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