#and then soon after that i got another anon saying 'WAIT you have ASKS open?? i thought you kept anon off all the time' | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

7ndipity · 8 months

Text

“You Broke Me”

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Just clingy, fluffy Yoongi after Reader comes home after a month-long trip

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Suggestive, Swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I got a little carried away with this one, so it is just nothing but tooth-rotting fluff. I hope you like it!

Masterlist

Requests are open

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

You weren’t surprised when Yoongi insisted on picking you up at the airport, even though you told him that he didn’t have to, that you could just get a cab home so he wouldn’t have to risk being spotted, but he wouldn’t hear of it. He’d been telling you for days that waiting at home would have driven him crazy and that he wanted to see you as soon as possible.

In previous relationships, Yoongi had never really considered himself to be the needy type, but something about you had changed him drastically in that department. Now, he didn’t care if it made him sound melodramatic, the last three weeks without you while you were overseas visiting family had been absolute hell for Yoongi.

Later, as you walked through the terminal, it was easy for you to spot him. Even with the bucket hat and mask hiding his face, you could’ve recognized him anywhere, eyes scrunching up in a smile as he watched your steps begin to pick up speed until you were practically running to him.

As soon as you were close enough, he pulled you into a crushing hug, an audible sigh leaving him as he hooked his arms tightly around you.

“Hi.” You giggled.

“Hey.” He said, burying his face in your neck.

You let yourself relax into his hold, closing your eyes in contentment. After having gone nearly a month without his touch, the warmth of his body against yours felt like absolute heaven.

Eventually, you started to pull away in order to see his face, but he tightened his grip to keep you where you were instead. “Just a little more.” He muttered.

You chuckled. “Yoongi, people are looking.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He grumbled, squeezing you more to prove his point.

After another long moment, he finally released his hold on you, pulling back just enough to cup your face, his eyes dancing with happiness as they met yours.

“Ready to go home?” He grinned.

“So ready.”

He quickly helped you wrangle all your luggage together before heading to the car, making sure to keep one hand free in order to hold yours as you walked.

On the ride home, you talked about your flight and the trip, his hand never leaving yours for more than a few seconds, letting them rest together on the center console.

Once you got home, he quickly set your bags down by the door before turning and dragging you to the sofa, pulling you down so that you were straddling him.

“What are you doing?!” You squealed.

“Catching up.” He said simply, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I have been neglected for an entire month, it’s a miracle I haven’t shriveled up and died.”

“We talked literally everyday.” You pointed out.

“ ‘s not the same, and you know it.” He groaned, letting his lips drag along your jaw before returning to yours, silencing any further potential argument or teasing.

Although Yoongi was normally quite physically affectionate with you, you weren’t used to Yoongi being this needy and insistent, though you weren’t complaining by any means, following his lead as he turned his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss, your fingers having slipped into his hair and giving a slight pull, earning a pleased sound from him.

At this moment, however, your stomach decided to announce itself, much to your embarrassment and Yoongi’s amusement, earning you one of his breathy laughs as you separated.

“Have you eaten?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Not since this morning.”

“Aish, no wonder your stomach’s complaining.” He said, sitting up more and rummaging for his phone. “Here, I’ll order us some food and then help you unpack.”

“You don’t have to do that, I can do it myself.” You said.

“Humour me, would you?” He frowned at you, making you laugh this time.

The two of you made quick work of unpacking your suitcases, chucking clothes into the wash and putting the rest of your things back into their usual places around the house.

As you were unpacking the last bag, he came over and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind as you continued.

“Are you okay?” You finally asked, still thrown by his uncharacteristic clinginess.

“Mmm, just missed you.” He mumbled, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Yeah?” You said, glancing back at him, biting back a grin as you took in the positively love drunk expression on his face.

“Mhm, so much.” He hummed, burying his face in your neck as he spoke. “Turns out I can’t sleep without you.”

“Oh no.” You cooed, turning around in his hold to cup his face.

“Yep, I think you broke me.” He pouted, making you chuckle.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you’ve broke me too. Here.” You held out a dark grey hoodie that had been tucked at the bottom of the case.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for that!” He exclaimed, snatching it and looking at you in disbelief. “You little thief!”

“It smelled like you.” You explained quietly, avoiding his gaze as you felt your face heat up self consciously.

You were expecting one of his usual teasing remarks, what you received instead, however, was him tackling you to the bed, pressing more kisses to your face and neck.

“You’re really fucking cute, you know that?” He said. “I can’t fucking stand it.”

The fact that you had stole one of his hoodies should’ve annoyed him, normally it would’ve, but in the moment all he was thinking was that it showed how you had missed him, and knew that your were going to miss him, making his own longing for you seem justified, even though it didn’t need to be.

“I love you, so much.” He said, slightly out of breath as he stared down at you.

“I love you too.” You replied, smiling up at him.

“Promise you’ll never leave me for that long again?”

“I promise.” You swore, kissing his nose and making him chuckle.

Just then, the doorbell rang, making you both jump slightly in surprise.

“That’s probably the food.” You reminded him.

He let his head droop down against your chest, letting out a low whine. “I wasn’t done yet.”

“We have all night.” You giggled, patting his head gently before nudging him to get up.

You had all the time in the world.

1K notes · View notes

ilwonuu · 3 months

Note

jealous jaehyun ?? with smut idk

of course anon!!! thank u for your request!!! i hope you enjoy<3

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ all mine⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

↴ jeong jaehyun

𖤓 summary- you’re boyfriend gets a little jealous sometimes..

𖤓 warnings- affection, kissing, unprotected sex, dirty talk, jealous jaehyun, creampie, pet names( baby, good girl, pretty/prettygirl, babe) (jae, baby), idk what else

𖤓 a/n- request more jaehyun. i love writing for him…

you are currently on your way home from your friends house. a bunch of texts from your boyfriend. you don’t respond obviously you’re driving. you just make your way to your house.

you arrive shortly after leaving making your way inside. you’re greeted with a clingy jaehyun.

“hi baby.” he pulls you into a hug a soon as you come through the front door. “hi jae.” you smile kissing him softly. “how was it? you have fun?” he asks still holding you in a hug. you nod. “so much fun! me and chenle were playing just dance and we we’re doing so well against the others.” you laugh at the memories of the night.

“oh chenle was there?” he asks as his mood shifts just a tad after chenle was mentioned. “yea! chenle came later.” you notice his mood. you watch him closely. as his pulls away from the hug.

“oh fun im glad you had a good time.” he nods shifting a little. “jae whats wrong?” you ask him as you pull him into a another hug. “nothing is wrong.” he gives you a half smile. “jae you’re mood is different now. come on tell me.” you kiss his cheek looking at him waiting for your answer. he sighs.

“ i just didn’t know chenle was gonna be there.” you look at him confused. “you don’t like chenle? or?” he shakes his head “chenle is fine…i just don’t like how flirty he is with you.” you are taking your time to listen to him.

“you think chenle is flirty with me jae?” you question him receiving a nod from your boyfriend. “babe i didn’t really know m sorry. do you want me to no-“ he shakes his head. “no babe i don’t want you to do anything. i just would rather be there if he’s there.” you smile at him laughing shortly after.

“what?” he questions. “you’re cute when you’re jealous.” you pull him into a peck. “not that jealous.” he says before pulling you into a another kiss. “you sure about that? you got all moody.” you laugh at him teasingly.

he rolls his eyes playfully. “you like when i’m jealous tho? right baby?” his kissing moving to your neck. his smirk into your neck.

“jaehyun-“ he cuts you off by pulling you into another kiss. moving you slowly into the kitchen placing you on the counter. “you didn’t answer me baby.” he whispers into your ear teasing you again. “y-yes i like it when you’re jealous jae..” he smiles at you.

“yea baby? want you to be no one elses..” he voice trailing off as he pulls your shirt over your head. his movements and his voice switching from cute very quickly.

he pulls your legs open slightly as he stands in between them. his hand immediately going to rub your thigh gently. “look at you. so pretty huh? my pretty girl.” he says before kissing you again. “jaehyun please-“ he just has a huge smirk as he watches you get more needy for him.

“please what baby?” he smiles at you innocently. “fuck me jae..” you say tugging at his shorts. “yea baby? i’ll make sure you feel so good.” all you can do is moan at his words. his smirk is bigger now as he takes off his clothes. waiting for you to do the same. as you do that his eyes are on you intensely. “you think you can take it here pretty?” your nod being quick and eager at him. he laughs a little before pulling his boxers down. “yes jae please..” you mouth is watering at the sight of his dick.

“such a good girl for me. tell me if it hurts okay?” he is pushing into you without warning. “fuck jaehyun so b-big.” he stops his movements. “you okay pretty? i know we didn’t prep so tell me if you want to stop.” all you can do is shake your head no at this moment. his smirks moving back onto his lips.

“y-you can move now..” you whisper to him and he pulls out slowly before pushing back in. “shit y/n so fucking good.” his thrusts are gentle but deep. hes hitting all the right spots over and over. your eyes are rolling back as he holds onto you thrusts becoming more desperate.

“fuck fuck this is all mine baby.” his voice is stern and demanding. his thrusts getting quicker and his and your moans getting louder.

“jaehyun- i cant-“ you mumble. “can’t what pretty?? want me to stop?” he asks with a smirk. you shake your head no quick. “please don’t stop so close..” your words coming out only in a moan. “yea baby? gonna cum? meet too baby. gonna cum in this pussy yea? make you all mine. tell me you want it.” his hips stuttering just a little at his own words. his words sent you over the edge. you wanted that so bad. “p-please jae fuck want it s-so bad!” theres tears coming from your eyes as you cum quickly.

his gaze directly on your messy cunt as he cums into you. “fuck baby. take all of it.” his thrusts are slow and shallow.

“did so fucking good for me. can’t get enough of you.” he says pulling out gently. he kisses your head. “let me clean you up baby.” he smiles grabbing a damp rag to clean you with. “mm jae.” your mind still cloudy as your watch your boyfriend clean you up.

“yea pretty?” he asks pulling you off of the counter to be in his arms. “can we shower now?” you ask give him and kiss on his nose. “of course baby. lets go.” you smile walking towards the bathroom. he smiles smacking your butt while you walk away. “another round?” you hear his voice as he comes into the bathroom. “mm yea.” he smirks before kissing you again.

#nct #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct jaehyun #nct 127 #nct u #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun fic #jaehyun smut #jaehyun #nct fic

422 notes · View notes

joi-me-hoi-me-noi · 4 months

Note

Hope your requests work now😁

I would like to request maybe todoroki and reader have a secret relationship and class 1-A thinks there’s something wrong with him so they follow him into a restaurant and they see him and reader kiss.

I’ll leave the rest up to you😁😊

OH MY GOD YESSSS!!! THEY'RE WORKING!! Also, thank you for your help and the request anon. Please enjoy!

TODOROKI x READER - SECRETS

As soon as they saw him 'accidentally' burn his UA outfit on the shoulder, they knew something was wrong. Todoroki would never do something like that.

"Midoriya, ask him what's wrong." Mina pushes the boy toward his friend.

"Hey Shoto, is everything alright? You've been acting strange." Shoto perks up at this and looks at Izuku.

"What do you mean?" Todoroki's leg was bouncing.

As Izuku was about to say something else, Sero tapes his mouth shut and stands next to Izuku.

"Sorry about that." Sero pulls the boy along until Shoto goes back to studying or whatever he was doing to distract himself.

"What the hell was that Izuku?!" You find yourself listening in on the group sitting directly in front of you.

"You told me to ask him." He gets hit over the head by Bakugo and then they continue whispering.

"Let me try." Momo gets up and approaches Todoroki.

"Hey, Todoroki. Do you want to study after class is finished?" He looks up at her.

"Uh, sorry, I can't."

"Why not? You owe me study time you know."

"I'm...I'm going out with family to a dinner. Apparently, I can't miss another one of those. Sorry." His foot is tapping yet again.

You shake your head at the group's antics and continue to focus on your work. The bell rings and you quickly pack your things. A hand slams down on your desk, startling you.

"In a hurry, L/n?" You simply nod and hurry to pack the last of your belongings.

You didn't have to look up to know it was Bakugo. Bakugo quickly snatches the notebook off of your desk and holds it above his head.

"Can I have it back please? I'm really in a hurry." You hold out your hand, waiting for him to give it to you.

"I just noticed how weird you're acting too. You know anything about Icy-Hot?" He moves his eyes to Todoroki then back to you.

"Why are you asking me? We don't even talk to each other." You send him a glare and using your quirk, you grab your notebook from his fingers.

You leave the room and quickly make your way to the dorms to get ready for your date. You look at yourself in the mirror and you know you look fabulous. A ding turns your attention to your phone, a text from Todoroki.

'Check your balcony.'

You simply shake your head while letting a small laugh leave your lips and open the door to your outdoor abode. As you look around, you see an ice slide that he created for you both to escape your dorms. He was at the bottom, giving you a small wave. You wave back and then let yourself glide on the slide.

"Well, you dress up nice. Let's go!" You pull him along as you both run through the woods to get to where you need to be.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Mina runs into the living room area of the dorms where almost everyone resided and opens the curtains to show them what she saw from her balcony.

"Todoroki left!" Everyone was flabbergasted, he would never.

"What if he's just playing with us." Everyone looks at Kaminari like he just said the stupidest thing in the world.

"He doesn't know how to play people!"

"Damn! Sorry!" Mina was already grabbing her jacket and throwing on her sneakers.

"Where are you going?"

"To spy on Todoroki! Are you guys coming or not?!"

All of sudden, the people who were still awake started to grab their things and put on their shoes.

"Let's go!"

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

"I'm so glad we made it to the reservation." You smile at your boyfriend lovingly as he does the same.

It was a beautiful venue, you wondered where he got the money to pay for this. probably from Daddy's wallet The stars twinkled onto the candlelit balcony where you both sat. He scootches his chair a bit to be closer to you as he holds your hand in his.

"You know I really do care about you." Shoto presses a gentle kiss to the back of your hand while looking at you.

"You're just new to this and it's okay, we all have our firsts." Your other hand is placed on top of his.

You kiss his knuckles and smile at him, the stars illuminating both of your eyes. As your hand moves off of his, he brings his hand up to the side of your cheek. You look into his pretty eyes; it was the first time he was initiating something like this.

"Can I kiss you?" You smile and watch as his lips turn into a soft smile.

"Shoto, you want to waste your first kiss on me? Are you sure?" You joke, looking away to the stars before he gently turns your face, so you look at him directly.

"I wouldn't want to kiss anyone else; I'll savor the moment forever."

That makes you smile even more until he starts to lean his head in and closes his eyes. The moment feels different than the cuddles and hugs, it's intense. Your eyes flutter shut as do his as your lips connect into a kiss. One of your hands resting on his shoulder while the other goes through his hair, messing it up slightly. His hand still rests on your cheek while the other is on your waist.

Soon you both pull away, slightly swollen lips and little grins on your faces.

"That was really... good. You sure it's your first time kissing someone?" That makes him let out a light chuckle.

"Yes, I'm sure. I want another." You both lean in again but you look to the right and see Uraraka hovering in the air, snapping pictures of you both.

"WHAT THE FUC-"

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

After walking to the perfect spot to watch Todoroki at his 'family dinner', they climb into a high enough tree to see what's happening and if he lied to them.

"Guys, what if it is a family gathering?" Izuku asks, playing with his hands nervously.

"Then we leave, but it's obviously not. He was acting wayyy too nervous about it when we asked." Mina tells Izuku.

The continue to sit in the tree until they see him sit at the table with-

"Oh my god! Is that Y/n?" Sero squints his eyes as well as everyone else.

Momo makes binoculars and holds them up to her eyes, pointing them at the table Todoroki sat at. Her mouth dropped and it was confirmed, he lied and he was going out with you.

"Hey, Ochaco. Wanna do something real quick?" Mina asks with a smile.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

"I can't believe you guys spied on us." Your arms were crossed over your chest while you walked back to UA with the group.

"You both were acting weird, we needed to know what happened to the both of you." Mina stated.

"Well now you know."

As you approach the doors of the dorms, Mr. Aizawa was standing at the entrance.

"Thank you for letting us go out tonight." You and Shoto walk by Aizawa, he gives the both of you a small nod.

"All of you who went out will have early morning training." Everyone groans, watching the two of you walk away free.

"Why don't they get in trouble?"

"They asked."

#fluff #requests are open #mha x reader #mha x reader fluff #mha fluff #todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #todoroki x reader fluff #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader fluff #shoto todoroki fluff

391 notes · View notes

sceletaflores · 7 months

Note

Can you please please please write a smut FIC where reader and Mike is on the Night Shift and we end up thigh ridinggg!!!!

- ps we call him Mikey 😭😭😭

Body Language

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.✧ ✦

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

word count: ofc it's 1.9k+

warnings: nsfw 18+

authors note: hi anon! thanks so much for the ask, i had so much fun writing it! hope you love it! mwah <333

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.✧ ✦

“About time you finally show up.”

Were the first words Mike heard as soon as he walked into the security office of Freddy’s. He sighed loudly, shrugging his rain coat off to hang it on the back of the door.

"Don't start," he said gruffly.

Mike turned to face you, your body leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed over your chest. You had a smug smile on your face. "I was starting to think you got too scared to come back."

Mike scoffed. "Don't get too excited," He deadpans. "I just had some trouble with the babysitter.”

You don't respond, only following him with your eyes as he walks over and sits down in the one office chair in-front of the monitors. Mike can tell you've been here for a while now, if the half-drunken water bottle and empty protein bar wrapper sitting on the desk is anything to go by.

He only just starts flipping through the different channels when you speak up again. "You're in my seat."

He doesn't look up from the screen when he replies. "You weren't sitting in it."

You scoff loudly, he can hear you push off the wall. The sound of your footsteps getting closer and closer as you walk toward him. "I was sitting in it for thirty minutes before you even got here."

"You sound like a child," He replies, swiveling around to face you. Your body is close enough to slightly loom over his seated form. "Just go get another chair from the dining room."

"No, I was here first. The comfy chair is mine," You press. "You go get a chair."

"Comfy chair" was definitely a stretch, the office chair was only slightly better than the dining chairs.

Mike stares at you for a moment before swiveling back to the monitors. "No." He says, completely dismissing you.

It's quiet for a moment, before you let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine." You state, with a small shrug before shoving between Mike and the desk and unceremoniously plopping down in his lap.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Mike asks loudly, raising his hands up to avoid touching you. You've already gone back to work, idly flipping through the monitors like this is normal.

"You won't move, so you have to share." You say simply.

Mike stares daggers at your back, slowly placing his hands on either side of the chairs arm rests. "You're crazy." He mutters, but the last thing he's going to do is get up and let you win this weird ass game you've decided to challenge him to.

He tries his best to ignore you, he really does, but after a while he can feel his heart start to beat ever so slightly faster. Mike's not proud enough to admit that you're definitely attractive. He'd always thought that, even though you drive him crazy 90% of the time. You have a gorgeous face, and an amazing figure. Of course he would never tell you any of this, you would never let him hear the end of it.

So he doesn't, but on his lonelier nights, he lets his mind run rampant with visions of you on your knees, mouth open and waiting for his release. Or you on all fours, moans pouring out of your mouth uncontrollably as he thrusts in and out of your dripping cunt, hitting the spot inside you that makes you light up like a Christmas tree. Or you on your back, hands gripping his hair so tightly because you can't handle how good his mouth feels sucking on your clit.

Those nights are becoming more and more frequent these days, and he can never refrain from shoving his hand down his sleep shorts and fisting his hand over his hard cock furiously until he ruins his boxers.

Mike's brought back from his thoughts running rampant in his head by the mortifying realization that currently, with you mere inches away from his crotch, he's hard as a rock. It's not helping that all he can see is your silhouette directly sitting in front of him. Your curves fully on display, in your form fitting shirt and tight jeans. He can't help the way his eyes scan down your body. Greedily raking from your shoulders to your waist that tapers down to the swell of your ass sitting pretty inches away from his growing bulge.

Worst of all, you just won't stop fidgeting. Tiny, unconscious movements that jostle Mike just enough to make him feel his dick scrape against the zipper of his jeans. All he can do is stare, sweating bullets basically white-knuckling the chair in order to stay still, scared to even breathe too deeply.

Then it all goes to shit in a matter of seconds. You knock the water bottle off the desk trying to switch monitors, and when you go to pick it up you scoot back just the tiniest bit, but it's enough to grind your ass directly over his dick.

Immediately Mike has his hands tight around your hips, jerking you back up into a sitting position as quickly as he can. His whole body going rigid against the chair in embarrassment, eyes wide and mortified.

You're still too, back sitting up straight as a board. He's waiting for you to say something, to laugh at him, but you're silent. There's an apology on the tip of his tongue, when suddenly you push the chair out from the desk, sending you and Mike flying backwards. In a flash, you flip to face him sitting directly over his thigh. Slotting your knee between his legs and the chair.

Your pupils are blown, eyes swallowed almost entirely by black. "How long?" You ask, softly. It takes Mike a second for your words to break through the fog clouding his brain, but he's just confused. He tilts his head to this side in question, not trusting his voice to sound anything but fucked.

"How long were you sitting here with this," You specify what you're saying by pushing your knee more firmly against his hard dick, making Mike's hands spasm on your hips and choke out a soft whine. "Before you planned on doing anything with it?"

Mike can do nothing but blink up at you slowly. You look almost predatory, staring at him so fiercely he swears you can see his soul. You still haven't moved, he can feel the warmth radiating between your legs against his thigh. His hands jerk almost unconsciously, trying to get you to grind forward. You smile, looking down at your position splayed over his lap and back up to his face.

"What do you want?" You ask sweetly. "Do you want me to move, Mikey?"

Your words hit him like a truck, he moans loudly, nodding his head frantically. "Yeah? You want me to move?" You ask again, tipping into his personal space, hands flat on his chest. You lean forward, breath puffing out over his ear.

"Move me then." You hiss, directly into his ear.

Mike lets out a guttural groan, eyes snapping shut tightly. He wants to, so badly but he just can't.

"Come on Mikey," You goad, your eyes glassy. "Move me."

Mike opens his eyes, looking down at his grip on your hips. Ever so slightly, he shifts you forward. Your eyes flutter closed, lips parting to let out a small moan. Turns out that's all the encouragement Mike needs. He grinds you backward before roughly dragging you forward again. It's absolutely lewd.

"Fuck, Mike." You say breathlessly, chin dropping down to your chest, going completely pliable in his hands letting him move you. He can only stare incredulously at you, beyond shocked that this is really happening. He's waiting to jolt awake home alone in bed with a soiled pair of boxers at any moment.

But he doesn't, you're actually here. Sitting on his lap grinding a wet patch into his jeans. Mike hardly knows what to do with himself. Your body is warm between his hands, alive in ways he never thought to be possible. "Jesus," He whispers to himself, sweat dripping down his brow. “Fuck…!” Mike grits out, wrenching his head up to stare at the ceiling. “I can’t look”

He feels you falter the slightest bit, hips slowing down a fraction. “Why not?” You ask softly, a hint of insecurity puncturing your tough exterior.

“It’s too much,” Mike admits breathlessly, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I can’t look or I’ll come in my pants.”

You let out a small shocked laugh, but it’s quickly drowned out by another moan. Your body trembles with pleasure. "Shit, faster…go faster," You mutter, taking it upon yourself to speed things up. Hips moving frantically on his thigh. Your knee is still slotted tightly to his now aching cock, he can feel every move you make. The friction feels amazing, it's taking everything in him not to hump up against your leg like a horny dog. The heat from your body feels scalding.

The absolute vision you make sends Mike's nerves quivering. He needs more. He brings his hands up to your face, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb gingerly. Your eyes open, looking back at him, not ceasing your movements.

"Can I?" He pants, hoping to god you understand what he's asking. It takes you a second, but eventually you nod. He tips forward and seals your lips with his. His fingers sliding into your hair to hold your head in place as he kisses you.

He takes control of the kiss, tongue brushing against your bottom lip. You part your lips willingly for him, letting his tongue explore your mouth. He greedily swallows your moans, groaning all the while.

You break the kiss first, only a string of saliva connects your lips before breaking under the pressure of gravity. Your lips are swollen and red, glossy from kissing.

“Oh god…” Your whimpers ghost over his lips, forehead resting on his. “Oh, god, Mikey…”

“Yeah,” Mike replies, voice deep and scratchy from lack of use, he rolls his hips up the tiniest bit. “Yeah that’s it…Fuck you look so pretty, so pretty for me.”

You nod, hips moving even faster than before, losing the rhythm you’d built up. Your hands fumble down to furiously unzip his hoodie, tearing the zipper down to reveal his plain white tank top underneath. Your hands greedily rake down his chest, nails brushing over his nipples making him whimper out moan.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck, Mike,” You whine, grip tightening into the meat of his chest. He can tell your close without you even saying it.

“Fuck yes, come, come on my thigh.” Mike begs, gripping your hips so tightly it could border on painful.

“Shit! Mikey, I’m gonna come,” Your eyes are screwed shut, sweat making your hair stick to your face.

“Do it.” He pleads, not taking his eyes off your face.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Mike can feel your nails digging crescent moons in his chest as you careen over the edge. Hips stuttering as you ride out your orgasm, he can almost feel the way your pussy trembles as you work yourself through the aftershocks, cut off little moans forcing their way out of your mouth. Your body finally gives out, tipping forward to lean on his chest, wet breaths puffing against his neck.

Mike follows suit, eyes dropping closed as he unloads into his boxer shorts making a second wet patch seep into his jeans. Hips twitching up every other second. He moans loudly into your hair, trying and failing to muffle his noises.

When you both come back down, it’s silent for a few moments as you both wrack your brains for what to say. As always, you’re the first one to speak up.

“So…” You say between panting breaths, he can feel you start to smile against his neck. “Same time tomorrow?”

Mike chuckles up at the ceiling, pinching your waist lightly.

“Fuck off.”

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.✧ ✦

taglist!

@ebodebo @yuenity @mfdxz

769 notes · View notes

kneelingshadowsalome · 11 months

Note

I’m falling out of obsession love with konig..will you do me the favor and respark my love for him i need an obsessed in love man to match 😓

Word count: 1.9 k

Summary: He comes to see you after a mission.

CW: Mild smut, angst, fluff, emotions. +18 only

A/N: This is part of the Just Friends universe, but pov is 2nd person (you instead of she/her). I'm not sure if this is what you asked for anon...but it's what you're going to get 🥹

Rain drums your window. You've left it open a crack, and should get up and close it, but you don't have the strength. You can't sleep, you can't get up: it's the wolf's hour and the mood is heavy like the rain clouds that have circled the base for hours now.

It's the first time you hear him breaking in. Well, technically speaking, he's not breaking in anymore, now that he has a key. But it always feels like he comes to see you when you least expect it.

The five-day mission has turned into a four-day and half a night mission, then.

You feign sleep and listen how he takes off his boots. He's illegally quiet without them for such a big man. His shirt meets the floor, then he opens his belt – you know he's about to come and ravish you, and for the first time since forever you are not up for it.

The bed lets out a terrible creak of a wail as he crawls next to you. You fear it's only a question of time before the old metal and wood give in under you two. It's basically a miracle the sturdy bunk hasn't yet broken into pieces from your love.

His length touches you first as he settles behind you. It's hot and hard, lean and sleek, like the rest of the man that soon surrounds you like a copper cable with a pulse. His hand is warm as it slips under the covers and under your shirt. Or actually, his shirt.

"I'm home," he half whispers the obvious. Calls your room his home… Or perhaps it's just you. You're his home now.

The hand drifts to your hip, and it's possessive: he always starts there. You win nothing by pretending to be the sleeping beauty, so your hand comes to rest on top of his.

"Did you have fun..?"

It's a bit of a sick question. But it is what it is. And what's more, he doesn't even answer it.

"I need a fresh pair, Engel," he says with an odd honey to his voice. "The last one is completely ruined."

You know he's talking about another pair of panties, a comfort object and a lucky charm he takes with him now that he's back in the field again.

The rain taps the window, and the darkness of the room is only pierced by distant hues of blue. The base is never dark, never fully asleep. His hand drags the shirt up, then stops on your ribs.

"You have my shirt on."

It's not a scolding, not at all. It's only a happy, shocked surprise.

"You… You left it here," you turn a little to look at him. You can see his lashes from the darkness of the hood as they drop: he's looking at you with tenderness, although the demanding flesh against the small of your back is far from tender.

"Mm. You have my shirt and I got your panties... A good deal, eh?"

His hand wanders further under the shirt, cups a handful of your breast. You can feel the cords of muscle bunching against you: abs that contract, thighs that press and lift yours, his cock that gives a taut pull between you two.

Your nipple is caught between hard fingertips, as he twists it like a volume control. Your abs crunch too, out of the sudden sensation that bleeds.

"Hey…"

"I can't concentrate on missions because of you," his voice drops another note or two. And now you are being scolded. But so, so tenderly still…

"Mh, König… Not–not tonight," you whisper, wondering if this man can even take a thing such as a simple no. He lets go of your nipple, but not your breast.

Not you. Never you.

"You have worries?"

You. You're my only worry.

Your mouth closes, draws into a line. You can't tell him.

“No… No.”

"Let me have you, angel. I've waited so long." His breath is growing heavier, the lean pulse against your back, thicker.

"I'll make you feel good," he tries to bargain when you're not responding. In a way, you want him too, but for the first time during your... acquintance, you would like him to just hold you. Without the need to throw yourselves off a cliff first.

"Not tonight." You move, then turn in his gentle, throbbing hold, and he almost draws his hand away. "Please, König…?"

"Ok," he says, but looks like he doesn't quite know what to do. Just...hug you? Go to sleep while holding you? It's a change in protocol, but he's willing to do it for you. For that knowledge alone, your hand slithers down, finds his length and wraps around it.

"I can help you? If you want?"

The rain is thin now, as it bats the glass. He lets you go and gradually leans back, falls to the mattress and allows you to give him a good, long stroke.

"My saving angel," is the only thing he says as he falls as slack as he can – a state which can barely be called relaxed – under your palm.

He's a needy man, and deprived since the last time you saw him. Which is why you know it doesn't take long. You barely see him in the electrically illuminated darkness, but you can feel how the choked sighs ripple across his body. You feel everything: the tight trembles, the density of the air around him. You hear the moist click as he swallows, the panting that rises. The occasional groans that sound like he's crying although he's not.

It's the only way he knows how to feel good, and someday, it just might make you cry. Even the sky cries for him, it seems, because a sudden gust of wind sends an entire sheet of rain against your window.

He's exceptionally quiet, probably because you didn't let him inside you this time. But then you remember he's usually this quiet only when he's emotional.

He's missed you...

That's what this is about – the ever demanding furnace of flesh. He wants to drown in you, burn until there's nothing left. It's been days, and he might've found some privacy to fantasize about you while ruining your lace, but it's no substitute for the real thing.

His hand flies on top of yours after you find that perfect angle, the one he likes. A harsh moan coats the night air, and shoots fireworks inside your stomach. He moves your hand up and down his cock like you can't do it right, but the connection, in truth, speaks of intimacy. The touch is affectionate. It says: 'we'…

Us.

Together.

He hisses, as if he's in pain. But he's just close, and you up the pace: his own hand is now only a loose, gentle cage around yours. He's so long, it seems like it takes forever to travel from the tip to the base, and you're trying to be quick and strong on top of it all. Just milk him well so he can sleep.

So that perhaps you can sleep.

He looks at what you're doing to him, then looks at you, and it's the vulnerability in that stare that makes you understand he feels equal to that rain. You're his only summer sun.

Then those lashes flutter, and his eyes turn to glass just before he comes. He spills all over himself with a long groan and a soul-ripping jerk, a giant coming undone under your palm and on your poor bunk bed that has seen so much already. The load is so generous you wonder whether he has even had the time to jerk himself off during the mission. If your innocent lace has barely been touched…

The last spurts are sadder, a few gushes that float to coat your hand, and he finally stills into some form of peace. He breathes in the night, relaxed and empty. You feel like you just worked on an emotional volcano, but he gathers himself quickly, raises to a half sit and tears his shirt off and over your head. Using it to clean himself and your hand, he throws it somewhere on the floor and pulls you on top of him.

Your breasts meet the solid chest, your thighs barely have enough time to go about his hips as he closes you in one of those bear hugs. The half-hard tip of him still throbs against your folds, and only then do you notice you're wet.

"I missed you," he sighs through the mask as you're held tight against his slowly settling pulse. He holds you exceptionally firm, squeezes you against him like you're his favorite toy. He tightens the hold around your middle until you are forced to let out a whimper. Only then does he loosen the hug and give out a gentle chuckle.

"Immer so gut… You feel so good. Always."

His confession is such a normal and yet, such a fragile thing to say, that you feel tears burning in your eyes.

"I missed you too," you say while trying to hide your tears from him.

"If you have worries, you can talk to me," he then says and starts to caress your back. The window is open, and the cool night air rolls in but in his embrace, you don't feel cold. You squeeze your legs and arms around him, feeling like a leech who never wants to let go. Finally, he's holding you, just the way you wanted to…

"It's nothing," you say, when in truth this man has you worried day and night. He's like a fridge you stock full day after day, only to find it empty every morning. And the things he gives you, the things he stuffs you full with… It's like having a cat who likes to fall asleep with you, a tame, purring beast who brings you fat rodents. If you don't praise him for them, he starts to hide them around the house until you wake up one morning to a terrible smell.

"You're the first who's ever hugged me," he mutters somewhere next to your ear. The golden fire inside your stomach turns into pity, horror and pain.

"Are–are you serious…?" You whisper in the darkness of his mask that's spilled all over your pillow. You know he has had women before you, but apparently, they have never attached to him like this. Like tiny little leeches to a bear.

"Didn't your mother hug you when you were little?"

He thinks on his answer for a second or two, maybe three. The fact that he has to think about it should tell you enough.

"No."

Then, "I can't remember…"

Your lip tugs, your lashes bat away the fire that burns. He's breathing calmly under you again, satiated by a simple handjob and a hug. Although it feels like he's the one hugging you while you're being held captive there on top of him… It feels like he doesn't even quite know what a hug is.

"She had her own troubles," he mutters, sounding like he's about to fall asleep. Even on the brink of oblivion, he defends the woman who didn't know how to hug her own child, because he can survive without touch. No matter what, he will survive.

His breathing starts to even, and your tears begin to fall. You think of moving from on top of him, to give him space and comfort to get some sleep. But it seems it's not an option, the way he holds you like a plush toy he will never let anyone take from him.

"I think I'm going to sleep now," he rasps, somewhere between awake and sleep. The rain has stopped, and you wonder whether it has only moved somewhere else, if it's now raining inside you. His hold of you tightens just before he slips to sleep.

"Don't let go, Engel…"

#könig fluff #könig x reader #könig x you #just friends fic #yandere könig #könig smut #angst and feels

994 notes · View notes

billybob598 · 11 months

Text

Secret Recipe (Lucy Bronze x Reader)

Another fic LFG!!!!!! This was requested by the anon who asked for a Lucy x Secret wife chef reader. Hope this is what you wanted! Got a Katie McCabe fic next. As always, any feedback good or bad welcomed! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1.3K (LFG!!!!)

For years now whenever Lucy came to camp she would have lots of packed lunches to fend off her hunger. The girls sometimes gave her a hard time about it, but for the most part, they don’t think too much about it most of the time. That is until one day Keira missed the served lunch due to a meeting. Keira was really starting to get hungry, but all the food was gone and they had training again soon so it’s not like she could make a quick sandwich or something. Then, Lucy became Keira’s saviour when she shoved a brown paper bag at her. At first, Keira was confused, but then it dawned on her that it was the same type of bag that Lucy always brought her packed lunches in. She gratefully grabbed the bag mumbling out a thanks before eagerly ripped open the bag. The team had never seen Keira so excited about food before. It was a mixture of her own hunger and curiosity as to what was in the bag that fueled Keira as she devoured the contents of the bag. In the bag, there was a container of what Lucy called burrito bowl. After each bite, Keira would let out a satisfied sound, a sound that had all the other girls giggling at her. She was too in love with the food to care.

“If you were eating this right now, you’d be making these noises too,” she tries to defend herself as everyone keeps laughing.

“Is it good?” Georgia asks.

“Unbelievably good,” Keria says, shovelling more food into her mouth.

“Wait, wait how is it really good? Lucy sucks at cooking,” Lucy goes to protest, but Millie keeps on talking, “Don’t even deny it Luce, there’s no way you could make something Keira likes that much.”

For the rest of camp, Lucy gets bombarded with questions on how she’s getting these packed lunches. The team just cannot seem to figure it out.

“Maybe she buys them?”

“No, no they’re definitely not bought, she brings them in like plastic containers.”

“What if she gets her mum to make them?”

“Nope, her mum lives too far away for that.”

“What if she’s got like a deal with a mob boss, so they make her lunch in exchange for her to keep her mouth shut.”

Everyone really seems to like the last idea Rachael suggested. Lucy just rolls her eyes at their silliness.

“Well, you’re all wrong. What if I actually do make them all by myself?” She remarks. Everyone makes disbelieving noises.

“There’s absolutely no way you can make food that good and that often,” Georgia says. Lucy did have to concede that one, it was a well-known fact that Lucy could make a decent meal every once and a while, but every day? No way.

On the last night of camp, Lucy decides to Facetime you, she had told you about the incident, and you actually found it really hilarious. As she was telling you about their latest ideas you can’t help but let out a little snort,

“They think you have a deal with the mafia?” You say while trying to hold back your laughter.

“Yep, they’re so dumb. And also, do I really seem like someone involved with the mafia?”

“I mean, you do kinda give off those vibes, love.” The look of betrayal on Lucy’s face has you in stitches.

“You better stop laughing Y/N. I would hate for you to be offed by a mob boss,” she says with a grin.

You guys continue to talk for a bit when you ask her about something that had been nagging you for a bit.

“Why don’t you just tell them about us?” The question was very out of the blue so, it caught Lucy off guard.

“What do you mean?”

“Why don’t you just tell them that you’re married and that your wife makes your lunches and everything? Why keep it a secret anymore? They’re going to figure it out soon.” You weren’t mad at her, you were just curious as to why she never wanted to tell the team about you guys.

“I don’t know babe. It’s just easier. Plus, if I told them about you, they’d definitely want to meet you,” she sighs.

“I’d love to meet them.”

“I’m not sure if you would, they can be very…overbearing,” Lucy warns you.

“Come on Luce. I spend like twelve hours a day overlooking a kitchen and dealing with other peoples’ problems as if I’m their mom. I’m sure I can handle twenty footballers,” you say confidently.

“Okay, then. How about I invite them over for dinner in a couple of days? I’m sure they’d love for you to cook for them,” Luce suggests. You nod happily, excited at the prospect of finally meeting all of Lucy’s friends.

When Lucy invites the team over the next day she gets a lot of excited murmurs and questions on whether she was cooking or not. She’s seen the girls loud, but it was something else when she told them that her wife would be cooking. After announcing that, she very swiftly made her exit.

As the first Lionesses make their way inside you and Lucy’s house, they can’t believe all the pictures of you and her.

“This is her, right?” Lotte says as she points at a photo of you and Lucy on your wedding day.

“Yup, that’s Y/N,” Lucy says with a proud smile.

“She’s really pretty.” Everyone snickers at the glare Lucy gives to Lotte. “Is she in the kitchen?” Lucy nods and shows them the way.

You look up when you hear loud voices carry into the kitchen. Wiping your hands off, you make your way around the island to meet everybody.

“This is Y/N, my wife,” Lucy introduces you. You hear a chorus of “Hi Y/N”s. You give them all a warm smile before they start banging out questions,

“So you guys are married?”

“How long have you been married?”

“Why didn’t we know about you sooner?”

“Are you actually a cook?”

“Do you own a restaurant?”

“What’s your favourite dish to make?”

So, you make all of Lucy’s lunches then?”

You are a bit surprised, but you compose yourself and answer all their questions,

“Yup, we’re married and have been for five years now. After we got married we just thought it easier to keep it on the down-low so we could focus on our careers. I am actually a chef, and I run Midsummer House which has two Michelin stars and is in Cambridge. At the restaurant we always make lots of fancy dishes, but sometimes I just like making pepperoni pizza. Yes, I make all of Lucy’s lunches for camp.”

As the night progresses, you can understand why Lucy likes going to national team camp so much, everyone is extremely kind to you and there is lots of banter and telling stories that you haven’t heard yet. You get a number of compliments on the food you had prepared for dinner. Rachael starts complaining about how it’s unfair that only Lucy gets your packed lunches. You laugh stating that something could be arranged for the team. This gets everyone very excited and makes it a little harder to get everyone out of the house after. All in all, it was a pretty successful first time meeting the Lionesses. As you clean up the dishes, you feel someone’s arms wrap around you from behind.

“Everything was delicious, love,” Lucy whispers into your ear.

“You liked it? It was a new recipe,” you reply, still washing some things.

“Mhm, it was very good,” you turn around in her arms and give her a kiss. She sighs into the kiss before pulling away and helping with the clean up.

The next camp, everyone is ecstatic when you show up to St. George’s Park with twenty-three packed lunches and a big smile.

#lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze #woso imagine #woso x reader #engwnt x reader #woso fanfics

844 notes · View notes

gh0stsp1d3r · 4 months

Note

Willy and Y/N are childhood friends turned lovers. After Willy opens his factory he decided to propose to Y/N. Maybe he takes her to relive their past dates and decided what better day to propose than Valentine’s Day and secretly created a chocolate line to mark the occasion without her knowing!! The song inspo for this fic is Glue Song bebadoobee.

ℒ𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Stop this is too cute!! mwah I love u for this anon. So sorry this took me a little too finish ): it was buried in my drafts

You smiled, saying goodbye to the customers as you changed the sign from open to closed. You leaned against the door, turning to the others.

Willy had decided to close early, saying he needed to spend time with you for Valentine’s Day.

“Where’s Willy?” You asked them, they pointed to his office upstairs.

“Thank you. Goodbye,everyone.” You said, they all said goodbye and left.

You headed upstairs, and slowly opened the door. He looked up from some papers to you with a small smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You said, wrapping an arm around him, he smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“You ready?” He asked, putting away the papers into a folder.

“You don’t wanna finish up?”

He shook his head “It’s not important.” He stood up, and he laced his hand in yours, you both walked downstairs and outside.

“So, where are we going?” You asked him with a smile, the breeze was lovely.

“Well, first I was thinking we should take a walk on the beach like we did-“

“Like we did on our first date!” You said, excitement visible in your voice. He smiled at it, glad you liked it.

You smiled back, moving to give him a small peck on his lips. You both soon reached the beach, and you both took off your shoes and walked next to the water.

“It’s so nice out today.” You said, looking out beyond the water.

“It is.” His hand left yours for a second, as he picked something up from the ground.

A small crab. He held it in his hands, putting it closer to his face for a moment, before it tried to pinch at him.

Willy flinched at it, but laughed and put it back down by the water carefully. You smiled and shook your head at Willy, and he put his hand back into yours.

You both talked for a while, and then you both left the beach.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” He replied, a smile on his face. You quirked an eyebrow but he took you somewhere he could propose that wasn’t so crowded.

It was a small beautiful trail, and you both walked until you saw a river. The sight was truly magical, and best of all, it was quiet. You could only hear the sound of birds, water flowing, and Willy going through his pockets for something.

You turned to him at the sound, and he pulled out a chocolate bar. You furrowed your eyebrows but took it anyways. The wrapping was pink, on the front it said your name, then Wonka…

“Read the back.” He said, eagerly. So you flipped it around.

“Y/n, I love you more than anything else. I’ve never met anyone else like you, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. You have made my life so much better, and I’m so glad I have traveled here with you. Will you marry me?”

You stood, shocked for a moment. He waited for your reaction and you immediately wrapped your arms around him, crying into his shoulder.

“Yes!” You said, your voice muffled against him. He had started crying a bit too. The both of you had smiles on your faces as he grabbed another thing from out his pocket, a box this time.

He pulled the ring out, softly grabbing your wrist and sliding it over your finger. You admired it for a moment before loooking back to him.

“I love you.” You said to him when he cupped your face, he smiled and you kissed him.

“I love you.” He said, you both stayed there for a while until it got dark. Then, he took you home and invited you into his workshop for something.

“This, my love, is going to be the best chocolate line the worlds ever seen.” He said, motioning to the ones lined up on the table.

You looked at it, small hearts adorned on the wrappings and you smiled at him, giving him another kiss.

“Each one is specially made for you. They have your favorite flavors, colors, and little additions.”

“Oh, Willy… I’m sorry I couldn’t give you anything.” You said, suddenly feeling guilty. He’s done all this for you.

“You didn’t need to. Plus, you’re the reason the shops running right now. What better gift could I get than your love?”

#willy wonka x you #timothee!wonka x reader #timothee chalamet wonka #timothee chalamet x you #wonka x reader #willy wonka x reader #wonka movie #wonka #wonka 2023 #willy wonka

299 notes · View notes

athforskz · 3 months

Text

Of Ex's and Oh's - Lee Felix

Masterlist

Requested by anon

Pairing: Felix x reader (afab)

Non-idol au

wc: ~5.8k

Type: Angst, smut, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Previous heartbreak, cursing, mentions of alcohol/drinking, semi public? (The door is open but no one interrupts) cunninglingus, fingering, edging, unprotected piv, aftercare.

Let me know if I missed any!

semi-proofread

a/n: Your bestie’s name in this is Luna. Chan also makes an appearance.

Enjoy lovelies!

Beep beep

A deafening car horn could be heard outside of your home indicating that your friend, Luna, had just arrived to pick you up. You grabbed the oversized and overpacked suitcase before making your way out of the door and to your friend’s car. She squealed in excitement once you opened the backseat door to stuff your bag next to hers. When you finished struggling, you sat next to her on the passenger side with an exasperated sigh. “I can’t believe you actually managed to drag me out of the house for this.” You said while turning to Luna.

“Oh c’mon, a trip will do you some good! I couldn’t let my best friend continue to rot in her bed for another 6 months.” She started the car back up and began the drive to the airport.

“I was not rotting. Just healing…?” You questioned your own statement.

“Y/n, you broke up with your ex over half a year ago. All you did was go to work then go home and lay in bed. You even stopped hanging out with me. If that’s not rotting then I don’t know what is.” She had a point. Nothing you did after the breakup with your long time boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend was healing whatsoever. Still you wanted to take things at your own pace. You’d get back out there eventually, or so you had kept telling yourself for the past couple of months. You know all Luna wanted was to help you get back to your old self. The person you used to be before the toxic breakup, before you had even met your ex in the first place.

“Okay, maybe I get it. But why Australia of all places? You couldn’t have picked like Paris or something?” You questioned.

Luna shook her head as she pulled into the airport parking lot. It was a short drive from your place. “Well, Australia is beautiful this time of year! Not too cold, but also not blistering hot like it is in the summertime. And Paris is just so… cliche. We needed something different for our first trip out in god knows how long.” She finished explaining.

“Sounds like you did your research at least,” you credited her.

“Not to mention, Australians are sexy!” She wiggled her eyebrows at you.

You face palmed shaking your head, “Luna, that is not what I need right now!”

“What? I’m just saying that the best way to get over someone is to get under somebody else.” She shrugged like it was no big deal. You rolled your eyes as you got out of the car after she had parked.

Hooking up with a stranger was the last thing on your list. You weren’t the promiscuous type and definitely didn’t plan to start during the trip.

After grabbing the bags out of the back you both started your trek through the airport. Passing through security went smoothly and you silently thanked the heavens you didn’t forget your passport. Another 30 minutes passed and soon you were seated on the airplane next to your friend.

“How long is this flight again?” You asked while fishing out headphones from your carryon.

“Hmm, only about 15 hours or so.” She answered.

You choked, “ONLY 15 hours?!”

“Hey, it was the best deal for a straight through flight.”

All you could do was let out a groan in response. You put on your headphones and listened to some calming music. Mind as well get comfortable during this long flight, maybe catch up on some sleep.

Contrary to your intentions you barely got any sleep by the time the plane finally landed. The seats were just way too cramped and uncomfortable. Luna, on the other hand, slept like a baby the entire flight.

“Ugh I can’t wait to get back to the hotel and relax.” You chimed to Luna while you both waited to retrieve your bags.

“Oh yeah about that..” she trailed. You simply raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to continue.

“That hotel we looked at was way out of our budget for the nights we picked so I booked us an Airbnb instead.” She finished.

“Okay, that’s not so bad. I thought you were going to say you forgot to book a place or something.” You wouldn’t put it past Luna to have forgotten something as important as booking a place to stay. She was rather forgetful when she got excited about trips.

Finally, the rightful suitcases had arrived allowing you and Luna to catch a cab to leave the airport. On the ride to the Airbnb you could tell that Sydney, Australia was beautiful. It may have been nighttime but the way the lights lit up the city was something out of a storybook.

About 20 minutes later, you had arrived at the destination. Upon looking at the small house it was cute, nothing too fancy. You grabbed your belongings from the trunk of the cab and thanked the driver before racing up to meet Luna on the doorstep. She punched in the key code to open the door. Immediately upon entry the interior was warm and inviting. The house sported an open floor plan with a modern kitchen and living room towards the front of the house. You both made your way past the living room down a hallway that led to two bedrooms and one large bathroom. Luna didn’t hesitate to pick her room, throwing her bags down on the bed as her claim. The rooms were decent size and had a pretty similar vibe overall. Only difference was, Luna's room had an extra window.

You dragged your bag into the room that was left to you and plopped down on the soft bed.

“Hey, Y/n! Can you order some food?” Luna called out from her room. As if on queue your stomach growled.

“Yeah! What do you want?” You pulled out your phone and opened up a delivery app, punching in the address to your temporary place. There were plenty of options to choose from as you scrolled.

“I don’t know, you pick. I’m down for whatever. Just make sure it gets here quick.” She answered. You giggled, assuming your friend must have been as hungry as you. Who wouldn’t be after such a long flight? You decided on a simple dinner of Thai noodles for the both of you.

“Food should be here in 20-25!” You yelled out.

“Perfect. Now which one should I wear?” Luna had appeared at your door holding up two different outfits: a mini dress in one hand and a matching two piece set in the other.

“Are you prepping for tomorrow or something?” You inquired while pointing to the mini dress.

“Nope. Tonight.” She smiled innocently at you while returning to her room.

“Tonight?! You’re going out? It’s already late.” You followed her.

“Correction: WE are going out. And it’s not late, it's only a little past 9pm.” She retorted.

“Luna, we’ve been traveling all day and I’m tired, all I want to do is eat and get into bed.” You had your arms crossed over your chest.

“We’re only here for 4 days, Y/n. Come on, it’ll be fun! Pleaseeee?” She pleaded with you.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Alright, alright fine. But I’m not taking care of you tonight if you get shit-faced drunk.” You gave in to her begging. Luna jumped over to you to entrap you in a tight hug. “We are going to have tons of fun, you’ll see!” She promised.

Maybe you’d feel a bit more up to it after you got some food in you. Retreating to your room, you rummaged through the clothes in your suitcase to see what outfit you could throw together. You settled on a bustier cami top with black lace detailing, flowy mini skirt, and strappy heels.

Luna and you were in the bathroom doing hair, makeup, and chitchatting when you heard a knock at the door.

Must be the food, you thought.

You went to retrieve the meal and set it on the kitchen counter. Luna came out shortly after to join you. You both ate rather quickly, enjoying the meal before finishing getting ready. By the time you had finally gotten dressed you were even sleepier than before. The full tummy hadn’t helped like you thought.

Nonetheless, you had made an agreement with your friend to go out, plus you were already ready to go. Luna insisted on taking a few pictures to remember the occasion before setting out.

True to her habits, Luna had forgotten to tell you that you’d be walking to your destination. While it wasn’t freezing cold, the night air was still chilly. You had silently cursed your shoe choice while walking. It wasn’t far thankfully, only about 5 minutes. Once you both made it, you stepped into the bar, immediately being welcomed into the nightlife. The music was loud and the smell of alcohol filled the air.

All of a sudden you felt uncomfortable, you pulled at your skirt making sure it stayed at about mid-thigh and covered your chest with your arms. You hadn’t been out to a bar since before you started dating your ex. He hated when you went out, always making remarks that you dressed ‘too slutty.’ Your brain was filling with thoughts of him and all you wanted to do was find a way back to your room to curl in bed.

Luna noticed your turmoil and grabbed your wrist to pull you to a less crowded area near the bar. She placed a hand on your cheek and looked into your eyes asking the silent question if you were okay. You simply nodded your head, not wanting to ruin your best friend’s night already. She turned to the bartender ordering a couple of drinks for the two of you.

You looked around the place, trying to calm yourself down. It was packed for sure, people dancing and spilling their drinks all over the floor as they bumped into each other. Just then, there was a tap on your shoulder. You jumped, startled but quickly settled when it was just Luna handing you a shot.

“It’s your favorite! It’ll help you loosen up!” She yelled over the loud music.

You took the shot from her hand and clinked it against the one she held in her own before the both of you simultaneously drank. Your face scrunched in disgust. Tequila was not your favorite but it was effective.

After splitting a full sized mixed drink with your friend you did seem to feel a bit more relaxed. You weren’t buzzed, let alone drunk by any means, but the drinks did help in taking away the impending anxiety. However, Luna was a bit of a lightweight and you could already tell she was feeling her alcohol by the way she danced.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back!” You told Luna, leaving her on the dance floor to return to the bar to get another drink. After this one you’d cut her off. Upon reaching the bar you accidentally bumped into someone.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t see you there.” The man steadied you with a hand on the small of your back. He simply smiled at you with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry about it!” He told you. His voice was deep and when you looked up to meet his gaze your eyes widened. He was easily one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. The way his blonde hair framed his freckled face had you mesmerized. His smile was so warm. You pulled your eyes away from him before he thought you had been staring too long. You nodded as if silently apologizing again and turned to order your drink.

You quickly retreated back to find Luna after getting your order. You found her on the dance floor, talking to a guy. She was always outgoing, but got even more friendly when she drank. You stood next to her observing the man, he actually seemed nice, he wasn’t giving off any creepy vibes and was genuinely interested in their conversation. It didn’t take long for Luna to notice you by her side, “oh this is my bestest friend EVER! Isn’t she hot?!” Your face flushed, did she really just?

The man laughed at your horrified expression at your friend’s question. You face palmed in response. The three of you continued with casual conversation, you eventually found out the man’s name was Chan. After a few minutes you excused yourself to go to the restroom. When you got back, Luna and Chan were dancing. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on her waist. You didn’t want to intrude and act as a third wheel so you kind of just stood awkwardly a distance away.

Little did you know a certain blonde man was eyeing you from his seat at the bar. As if in a movie, the crowd of people parted and you turned to meet his gaze for the second time that night. The lights in the bar started flashing to match the beat of the music, the beginning of ‘Carnival’ starting to play. A smirk played on his lips as he finished his glass of whiskey. He got up and made his way over to you.

“Wanna dance?” He leaned down slightly to whisper in your ear. How could you say no to him? You wordlessly responded to him by pulling him closer and swaying your body to the music. You could smell his cologne and the alcohol on his breath. He himself was intoxicating by his presence alone.

“What’s your name, Angel?” He asked as his hands caressed your sides.

“Y/n, what’s yours?”

“That’s such a pretty name. I’m Felix, nice to meet you, gorgeous!” He kissed your cheek. Your body stilled for a split second as a blush creeped up.

Do Australians normally greet like this or is he just bold? Maybe he’s drunk?

He asked a few more questions to get to know you a bit better and in turn you got to know him. You found out that Sydney is his hometown, he’s 23, and he came here with his friend, Chan. You told him that your friend, Luna is currently off somewhere dancing with Chan. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve had such a good time getting to know another guy. You felt comfortable with Felix to say the least.

What would he say if he saw you with another man? Thoughts of your ex popped into your mind again. You quickly pushed those thoughts aside not wanting to ruin the moment.

Another song that you particularly loved came on and you turned around to dance on Felix. Now you were the one being bold. Felix was pleasantly surprised and took the opportunity to put his hands on your hips to dance with you. The sensual tension between you two had increased as the song went on. Felix placed his face in the junction between your neck and shoulder laying a gentle kiss there as he breathed you in. You reached a hand back to run through his soft hair.

The night continued into the wee hours of the morning. You and Felix had built plenty of tension in the time you had danced together. You had realized it had been a while since you checked on Luna. As much as you didn’t want to stop dancing with Felix you needed to check on your friend. You excused yourself from his hold to find her practically hanging onto Chan.

“Oh my god, Chan I am so sorry! Luna, how much more did you drink?” You apologized to the man and took your friend from his hold to stand her up straight. All she could do was smile and laugh. Her pupils were blown wide, definitely a sign she was drunk. She stumbled back, but Chan helped you steady her.

“She only had one other drink after you left.” Chan told you.

“Dammit, Luna, I told you no more! Come on, we're going home.” You told her while holding onto her upper arm.

“We can help you!” You heard two voices instead of just one. You looked over to see Felix coming to stand next to Chan. You raised an eyebrow at the both of them.

“It’s fine, it’s only a short walk from here.” You stated.

“You walked here and you think she’ll be able to walk back?” Chan questioned while pointing at your ill-balanced friend.

He had a point. They both seemed nice enough and trustworthy so you took them up on the offer.

The four of you made it out of the bar. You tried getting Luna to walk straight but it proved fruitless as she kept tripping. Chan took Luna from your hold and hoisted her up to carry her on his back. Luna screamed and laughed at first in her drunken state. You watched as your friend was having such a good time getting a simple piggyback ride. Chan was playing into it, twirling in circles every once in a while and running ahead with the biggest smile on his face. You couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics.

Felix was walking right next to you brushing the back of his hand against yours. He kept quiet most of the walk back but would give you a reassuring smile when you looked his way. You’d soon realize he was keeping an eye on the surroundings making sure your little group was safe.

A short bit later, you all had reached the house you and Luna were staying at. You unlocked the door and ushered the others in before you.

“Do you mind carrying her to her room, Chan? It’s down the hallway on the right.”

“Sure thing.” He kept her on his back and made his way to her room. You could hear her squeal once he dropped her down on the bed. Chan made his way back out to the living room to meet back up with you and Felix.

“Pretty sure she’s going to pass out any second now.” Chan said.

“Thanks again, Chan and Felix for walking us back.” You were grateful for their help.

“Ah shit…” Felix whispered while looking at his phone, “All the ride shares are offline right now. Guess we’re hoofing it, Chan.” He patted the older man’s shoulder as they turned towards the door getting ready to leave.

“Wait! It’s like 3am, how far do you guys have to walk?” You asked concerned.

“Probably like an hour walk at least. Wouldn’t you think?” Felix looked at Chan, he nodded his head to confirm.

“Absolutely not, you guys are staying here until you can get a ride.” You said matter of factly.

The boys looked at each other for a moment then back at you.

“It’s really no big deal, we can-“ Chan started,

“No, no I insist. It’s the least I can offer for getting us back safe.” You interrupted.

They put their hands up in defeat. You let them know they could make themselves comfortable on the couch and that you’d be in your room if they needed anything.

Normally, you wouldn’t have even let two men you just met at a bar come into your makeshift home but you were on vacation, they were nice, and you needed help with Luna.

You went into the shared bathroom to brush your teeth and change into your sleep shorts and top before settling into your room. You kept your door open in case the boys or Luna called out for you. A few minutes had passed and you were sat on the bed brushing out your hair when you heard a knock on the doorframe. It was Felix.

“Sorry to intrude, I was feeling kind of lonely since Chan fell asleep on me out there. Mind if I come in?” He seemed shy all of a sudden. You offered a soft smile and pat a spot on the bed for him to come sit. He came over to sit at the edge and looked at you sheepishly.

“I think we’ll be here until sunrise when the ride shares are operational again.” He admitted.

“That’s okay, you guys are more than welcome to stay.” You reiterated while continuing brushing your hair.

Felix was silent for a moment just admiring you. You got up after a while to get some makeup wipes to clean your face. He followed your movements, watching the way your top rid up slightly to show off the dimples on your back.

“How come I’ve never seen you around here before?” He finally asked.

“Luna and I aren’t from here, we came to visit for a getaway.”

“A getaway? Like a vacation?”

“You could say that. She was tired of me ‘rotting’ after my breakup.” You were truthful with him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” He apologized.

“Don’t be, it’s been 6 months and I need to get over it. Easier said than done though.” You sighed as you got back on the bed, sitting crisscrossed with your back against the headboard. Felix seemed more relaxed now and sat opposite you in the same position.

“Is that why you seemed distant at times tonight?” His inquiry made you slightly cringe.

“You noticed, huh?”

“How could I not? You would tense up and stare into space randomly while we danced.” He gave a light chuckle.

“My ex just plagues my mind sometimes. I wish I could get him out of my head.” You averted your eyes and shook your head.

“I can help you with that… if you want.” He proposed. Your face twisted in confusion, you had no idea what he was even offering.

“How?”

He approached you slowly and leaned in giving you ample opportunity to move away but you didn’t.

“By making you forget,” he said while brushing his lips against yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked up into his brown eyes. All you could do was nod your head and then he fully connected your mouths. All the tension that had been building throughout the night had led up to this moment. Finally kissing Felix felt so right, it sent sparks throughout your body.

His hands came up to cup either side of your jaw, his thumbs rubbing over the apples of your cheeks as the kiss deepened. One hand trailed down to your neck giving an experimental squeeze, not enough to choke you but it still elicited a gasp to escape you. Felix took the chance to push his tongue into your mouth and you welcomed it gladly. Already your mind was becoming fuzzy from just kissing him, you couldn’t imagine how else he’d make you feel.

Felix moved your body down to a more comfortable position as he trailed open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. His hands moved under your shirt caressing the skin on your waist.

“Can I take this off, Angel?” He asked in a low sultry voice. You nodded.

“Words, Angel. I have to hear you say it.”

“Yes, please,” you whispered.

“Good girl.” He praised before removing your shirt. You didn’t wear a bra to bed normally so your breasts were on full display for him. He leaned back taking in the sight of you. Felix had been staring so long you began getting self-conscious and covering yourself up with your hands, but he stopped you before you could.

“Don’t hide this beautiful body from me.” He kissed your knuckles then returned to kissing down your throat and collarbone. He cupped your breasts in his hands and squeezed them simultaneously, feeling your nipples harden under his palm. You arched your chest trying to get his hands impossibly closer, but he pulled one hand away quickly replacing it with his mouth. He gave a harsh suck, making you moan out softly. Felix continued his actions, giving the same attention to your other nipple.

You laid helpless to his mouth’s attacks under him as you reached up playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Felix continued his descent down your body nipping, kissing, and sucking down your tummy and not forgetting to pay attention to your hips too. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your soft sleep shorts and dragged them down your thighs, off of your legs. He was now left staring at your panty covered core. You lifted your legs so your knees were pressing up against your chest. Presenting your cunt to him.

Suddenly, Felix took off his shirt before grabbing your thighs roughly and dragging your body down to the edge of the bed where he kneeled to be face to face with your center. His left hand rubbed the underside of your thighs and your ass as his right hand pulled your panties to the side. A string of your wetness connecting to the fabric of the undergarments.

“Mm you’re practically dripping. I’m going to enjoy making you a mess.” His voice was somehow deeper as he spoke and that alone made your hole clench around nothing. Felix kissed along your right inner thigh, stopping to blow air over your clit, then going to kiss your left thigh. The sensations were making you squirm.

“Felix, p-please,” you whimpered. As if answering your pleading, he flattened his tongue against your cunt licking a long fat stripe from your entrance to your clit before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking. This caused your back to arch off of the bed and a rather loud moan to rip from your throat. Felix detached his lips from your clit to shove his tongue in your pussy. His tongue was covered in your slick as he fucked it into your hole. Your juices covering his lower face and dripping down his chin as you gushed. Maybe he should have put a towel down with how wet you were getting, but it’s too late for that now. Felix retracted his tongue so he could focus on swirling it around your bundle of nerves. You could feel your abdomen tighten as your impending orgasm was washing over you. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your vision went white for a few seconds. Felix practically sucked your pussy clean with lewd wet sounds filling the room.

You were still coming down from your high as he stood to his feet and quickly did away with his pants. You were finally able to see Felix in all his glory. Toned abs and thighs, his body was breathtaking, his cock even prettier as it was erect at attention. You went to push your panties down but he stopped you.

“Leave them on, you look good in them, Angel,” he admitted with a smirk.

You did as he wished, leaving them on. You had relaxed fully on the bed as he got on his knees between your legs. Felix reached over you to grab a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it in front of his thighs. He then grabbed your hips pulling you down so your ass was in his lap and your lower back was supported by the pillow. You propped your legs up on either side of him as you felt he’d be keeping you in this position for a while. Felix took his cock in one hand, pumping it slowly while his other hand came to rub over your pussy. He gave it a couple of light taps with his fingers making your body jolt from the slight overstimulation. Your body is still sensitive from the orgasm his mouth gave you.

“Hnn c’mon just fuck me already.” You were getting impatient as your neediness grew.

“Patience, Angel. I’ll give you what you need.”

His hand adjusted your panties making sure they’d stay in place at the side. Then he placed two of his fingers at your entrance pushing them in agonizingly slow before pulling them back out slightly, making a whimper leave your lips. Felix picked up the pace pumping his fingers into you in synchrony with pumping his cock. He was scissoring you open, prepping you for the stretch of his cock. The way your moans became more whiney coupled with your cunt clenching around his fingers he knew you were about to cum again.

“I can feel your body, you’re gonna cum again aren’t you?”

“Y-yes! Please lemme cum, wan’ cum for you,” you babbled out as your hips bucked onto his fingers. Felix kept fingering you, hitting that gummy spot that drove you crazy. He got you so close, right to the edge before he pulled his fingers out. Effectively ruining your orgasm. You whined out in protest. Your high gone from grasp. All you could think about was wanting him to get you there again, to take your body over and over again.

Right before you could complain about needing to cum, Felix was rubbing his cock through your wet folds.

“Hmm, your pussy is s’ pretty. All soaked for me. You’re gonna take my cock so well aren’t you, Angel?” He looked into your eyes as his tip was pressing to your hole, but not yet breaching entry.

“Yeah, s’ well. All f’ you.” You were barely making coherent sentences anymore as if forgetting how to talk. Felix let out a dark chuckle, this is exactly how he wanted you.

His cock finally pushed in and he gave his hips an experimental roll to make sure he was slotted deep within you. You moaned out at the stretch of his cock as the walls of your pussy engulfed his member completely. Felix gave you time to adjust as he picked up your legs that were previously at his sides to put them over his shoulders, landing gentle kisses to your calves to help you relax. After a bit he started thrusting into you at a slow and rhythmic pace. He swore under his breath at how good you felt while you struggled to keep your moaning under control so as to not wake your friends. The sounds of wet skin smacking against each other didn’t help either.

Your hands reached out to grab at his legs underneath you and you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his thighs causing him to hiss in return. He steadily picked up the pace while reaching his hand down to rub at your clit. You let out a loud cry of pleasure and he quickly leaned over to capture your lips with his. Swallowing up the moans you were desperately trying to let out. Now that Felix had you somewhat muffled, his pace turned relentless. Pounding into your sopping cunt to hit that sweet spot, his balls smacking against your ass. You tried pulling away to catch your breath and let out your screams but he kept you in place. His arms on either side of your head and mouth slotted against yours. Drinking in every moan, whimper, and scream. Your legs started to shake and he felt your pussy clench hard around his cock as you came again that night. You had never had such a euphoric orgasm before, probably because he edged you. Felix finally removed his mouth from yours and quickly pulled his cock from your soaked hole. He fucked into his fist a few times before hot cum spurted out onto your stomach. His head leaned back as he let out a deep groan.

You were still suffering from the aftershocks of your orgasm, breathing heavy and vision blurry.

“Felix… oh, Felix.” Is all you could mutter out.

He was panting but smiling wickedly as he looked down at you.

“Yeah, keep saying my name, Angel. That’s all you need to know.” He kissed the corner of your mouth, proud of the delirious state he put you in. Felix got off of you to find something to clean you up with. He soon came back with a warm washcloth and wiped the sticky mess from between your thighs and his cum off of your tummy. He disposed of the soiled cloth then returned back to your bed. He smiled as he saw that you were already sound asleep. A job well done on his part. He climbed into bed, pulling your body up in a more comfortable position to cuddle in. Felix kissed your hair before nuzzling his face into your neck and passing out not too long after you.

Morning came and the sun's rays shone through the window hitting your face. You stirred awake still in Felix’s hold. You could feel his soft snores fanning over your neck. The previous night’s scene replayed in your head making a blush apparent on your cheeks. You’ve never felt so completely satisfied as you did in this moment. Before you could daydream any longer you’d thought it’d be best to get up and check on your friend.

As you tried to sneakily get out of Felix’s grasp he pulled you back even closer to him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He was awake and his morning voice was so deep you barely recognized it as Felix.

“To put on clothes and check on Luna.”

“She’s fine, Chan’s got her.” He said.

“Chan is probably still asleep too though.” You remarked.

“Hm, good point. Just five more minutes at least. You’re so warm.” Felix pleaded.

You couldn’t say no to him so you settled in for a few more minutes. You turned over to face him and tangled your legs together under the blanket. You and Felix admired each other in a comfortable silence. Felix started to lean towards your lips but you pulled back covering your mouth.

“Nuh uh, I still have morning breath.”

Felix let out a half-hearted laugh, “and I still have the taste of your pussy on my tongue, but you don’t see me complaining.”

Your jaw dropped at his comment and you playfully hit his shoulder.

“Don’t say shit like that!” You whisper-yelled.

“It’s true. Matter of fact, I could go for seconds.” He said before quickly disappearing under the duvet already yanking your panties down your legs, actually taking them off this time.

“Felix! No get up here, right no- ah!” A squeak left your lips as he kissed your clit.

“Well I need to kiss something since you won’t give me your mouth.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. Before you could protest again he got to work on essentially making out with your pussy. Your sweet moans like music to his ears.

Damn this Australian man, he was going to be the death of you.

Thank you for your lovely request anon. Hope it lived up to your expectations!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!

Taglist: @doitforbangchan

#skz #stray kids #lee felix #felix #lee yongbok #felix yongbok #mdni #18+ mdni #bang chan #skz chan #skz felix #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #felix x reader #felix x you #felix x y/n #skz angst

192 notes · View notes

ovaryacted · 3 months

Note

HI haii saw your post abt the subby leon in re2 having a mommy kink and i was thinking abt how id!leon would deny the fact that he has a mommy kink for you— he accidentally calls you ‘mommy’ throughout his orgasm😭😭😭 and when you ask abt it he just denies it or pretends like he didnt hear you nd you tease him about it and deny his orgasm till he admits he just called you mommy UHM hope ygwim - 🥯

MDNI/18+. NSFW. | wc: 1.5k words

Hey bagel anon! I didn’t even know there was a bagel emoji but welcome to the club. This idea though, yeah…you ate with this one. I also don’t how my answer got so long, but you’re one of the lucky few to get a full response out of me. I hope you like this cause I had fun writing this out. I may or may not expand on this in a full fic, but we’ll see.

ID! Leon gives me those vibes that he’ll accidentally gaslight himself and you if he lets the mommy word slip out and you ask him about it. He’s not rude when he does it, but his anxiety kicks in if he’s questioned about something he thinks you’ll reject him for.

You were too damn hot around him, clenching with every piston of his hips against you. He didn’t relent, gripping you with force and fucking you into the mattress. Reason left his mind a long time ago, slipping past the crevices of desire and melting away as your legs kept him caged between them.

He couldn’t think straight, groaning when his aching cock began to pulsate inside you, knowing he was about to reach his end. Your fingers pulled his hair back so you could take in his features, admiring how his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his nose scrunched up, strong forearms shaking when he struggled to keep himself upright above you.

An intense orgasm is all he needs to accidentally slip out the word Mommy, deep and guttural from his chest the moment he fills you up to the brim. Your release followed soon after, whimpering at the feel of his cum spilling into you as deep as he would go. He panted against your chest, offering you a kiss on the shoulder from the comedown.

You heard him, and he knows you heard him. But he wasn’t going to be the one to address it first, better yet he wasn’t going to address it at all. He paid it no mind, giving you light kisses on your neck and jaw before soft snores filled the bedroom, leaving the inevitable confrontation for another day.

Waking up in an empty bed, you head into the bathroom to freshen up before finding Leon in his usual place in the kitchen. He was busy drinking some coffee as he cooked breakfast, his hair still sticking up on the top of his head in a disheveled mess. His ears perked up at the sound of your footsteps, accepting your gentle kiss and going back to flipping his eggs. You let him be for a while, choosing to enjoy the silence and refusing to ruin it with questions and unwanted probing. Once you both sat down at the kitchen island, that’s when you took your chance.

“Leon…is there something you’re hiding from me?”, you started the conversation off with a question, hoping it would open up the floor for him to answer.

“No, I have nothing to hide. Besides, you’d probably know if I was”, he said with a shrug, taking a bite out of some toast and looking at you closely. If you couldn’t already tell, he was reading you, waiting for what you were going to say next.

“You called me something last night. You said Mommy and I heard you, you know I did”, your eyes challenged his, the tension in the room growing and his body stiffened ever so slightly. He tried to downplay it, but you knew it was a front.

“I didn’t say that, you misheard me sweetheart”, he throws in a term of endearment and a light chuckle to hide the truth, and from his body language, he wasn’t going to be receptive to your curiosity.

“Leon, it’s okay. I’m not j-”

“Let me refill your coffee”, he didn’t let you finish your sentence, taking your mug and walking over to the counter, fixing your drink the way you liked. You got the message after that, just to drop the topic entirely and pretend it never happened.

Only it continued to haunt you after that night. The word that fell from his lips replayed over and over in your mind, so much to the point that it was starting to give you a damn headache. He wasn’t going to admit the truth, you knew that, so you used the only tactic you thought would work. Rejection.

Folding the fresh laundry, you felt Leon press himself against you from behind, his nose rubbing against the back of your neck. You paid him no mind, refusing to give him the attention he craved, the same way you’ve been withholding that intimacy going on two weeks now.

“Are you mad at me or something?”, he asks behind you, growing antsy from the lack of reciprocation he’s been getting from you. You were still you, still did the things he loved and enjoyed. But for some reason, sex was just off the table and he didn’t know why.

“No, I’m not mad at you”, the least you could do was reassure him that there wasn’t something deliberately wrong in your relationship. Still, that wasn’t enough.

“Then why are you ignoring me? It feels like I did something to upset you”, he sounded like a child, whining from how you refused to touch him the way he wanted. You turned around and sighed, meeting his begging eyes and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Leon, you haven’t been honest with me recently, you know that”, you observed the way his eyebrow raised, silently asking you what you meant. “Mommy Leon? You should’ve just told me you had a mommy kink”

“I don’t have one…”, he mutters, still in denial and beating himself up knowing he let the damn word slip.

“Don’t lie to me”, your tone of voice was more forceful, and as much as Leon tried to think with his brain, all of the blood flowing through his body was rushing down south. You stepped closer to him, hearing his sudden intake of breath at your proximity.

“Just tell me the truth baby, that’s all you need to do”, you were toying with him, that he knew, and a part of him was conflicted in not knowing what was the best approach. For the first time, Leon couldn’t read you, couldn’t get your angle or predict any possible outcomes.

All those years of learning how to read situations proved futile when it came to you.

“I don’t…don’t know what you’re talking about…”, his voice was shaky now, his heart pounding the closer you got. You placed a hand on his firm chest, caressing him before trailing your fingers down his abdomen and towards his hips.

“You do know. Be a good boy for mommy and tell me what you want”

He didn’t know what had gotten into you, hell you didn’t either. Over the past few weeks you’ve been avoiding him and not fucking him, you’ve found yourself scrolling through porn sites in incognito mode. You called it “conducting research”, typing in mommy kink, and going through a whole rabbit hole to learn more about femdom and the works. Watching so many videos with appealing and borderline strange titles at times changed the way you thought about sex, at least with your boyfriend.

You weren’t expecting to like it so much, didn’t know that finding the idea of making him submit like that would make your panties wet. Going so long without his touch only made you want this to play out even more, so you raised the stakes. Coming closer to him, you cupped the growing bulge in his pants, rubbing over it and grinning as you felt him twitch.

“Don’t be shy baby, you can tell me. You want to play with mommy?” Leon whimpered, the sound making you wetter than before. Leon’s eyes met yours again, a faint blush on his cheeks and growing more aroused with every passing second.

“Yes…”, he mumbled his response, fighting to close his eyes but you held his chin up with the tip of your finger.

“Yes what?”, you were ordering him, reveling in the way Leon’s resolve crumbled right in front of you, accepting his defeat.

“Yes mommy. Fuck, I wanna play so bad”, he was already so pliable, bending to your will and pleading for more. You gave him a light kiss, pulling away before you could indulge him further. He grew harder under your palm, the material of his jeans rubbing into him so deliciously it made his head fuzzy.

“C’mon baby, you gotta make up for keeping your little secret from me. Mommy’s not happy”, you pulled him forward by one of his belt loops, guiding him towards the bedroom already knowing you’re both in for a fun afternoon. If Leon didn’t have heart eyes before, he certainly had them now.

“Anything for you mommy”

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #sub leon kennedy smut #sub leon kennedy #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #ovaryacted asks #₊˚⊹ ♡ ─ bagel anon 🥯#ovaryacted drabbles

308 notes · View notes

dirtysvthoughts · 5 months

Note

hiii i hope ur doing well!! i hope i can request daddy kink seungkwan….. just so starved of dom kwan smut here

tags/warnings: smut, lil bit of pwp, boyfriend! seungkwan, soft dom! seungkwan, daddy! seungkwan, lingerie on reader, fingering, seungkwan sexy on 10 in this 😩, extreme overuse of pet names mostly from seungkwan (pretty girl, my baby, baby girl, etc.), some dirty talk, one mention of a size kink.. anon bestie what have you done to me 🥹😩

author’s note: hey bestie! thank you so much, i hope you’re doing well as well! ☺️ after that one post i made i got a lot of seungkwan requests and i promise i’ve seen them and i will write them! also adding my favorite seungkwan selcas ever for the extra feels cause he’s too fine and so daddy in these 🫦 also be on the lookout for my 1k celebration! 👀

you can’t help but admire yourself in the mirror, the peach colored floral lingerie sitting perfectly on every curve of your body, making everything pop so deliciously. so into yourself, you don’t notice your boyfriend opening your door, smiling at how stunning and charming you are.

“you’re beautiful, baby girl,” he muses approaching you, dropping his bags to the floor. he stands behind you, your back pressed against your boyfriend’s chest, his hands delicately touching your body, sending shivers up your spine and gasps out of mouth as he touches your panty-clad mound.

“shit,” you moan out as you tilt your head back, eyes fluttering shut as seungkwan continues to touch you through your panties, smirking at the wetness now coating the top of his index and middle fingers. “mmmh, d-daddy,” you whisper.

“what’d you say, honey?” he tilts you chin to look directly in his eyes, mischief and lust in them. you shyly whine back, “daddy,” and soon after his lips meet yours in a delicate, pillowy kiss. as you kiss, you don’t realize that seungkwan has worked off your bra, tossing it to the back of your room, hands shamelessly groping your breasts. you moan sweetly into his mouth, body begging for more of his touch.

“why don’t we get more comfortable baby?” he asks rhetorically, as seungkwan already walks you backwards, hands still roaming your panties and breasts until his legs hit the edge of his bed, sitting down and causing you to sit in his lap.

you can’t help the pulsating down there as you feel seungkwan’s hard on come in contact with the material of your panties. you wanted for your boyfriend to hurry up and put his dick inside of you, but you knew he was going to tease you first until he deemed you were ready.

“daddy.. i n-need you to touch me, pl-please,” you gasp, subtly grinding into his lap, but he stops your movement, holding your thighs in place as he insert a finger to pull your pretty panties to the side.

“such a cute little set you wore for me, my baby.. normally i would tear you sets, cause i couldn’t wait any longer,” he pauses smirking down at you, “but i wanna see you wear this more often.. you look so gorgeous in it,” he moans out as his fingers now come in contact with your wetness, pleasure continuously gushing out due to his praises.

soon a finger is inserted fully inside of you and you bury your face into seungkwan’s neck, more gasps and whimpers leaving your mouth. another finger comes into play, and seungkwan alters between curling and scissoring your clit, the motion having the right balance of rough and soft.

“mmm, daddy,” you whine as you press into his forearm. “you feel so good, please, please touch me more..”

“you want me to touch you more, pretty girl?” he asks and you nod your head frantically. nothing else mattered right now but how he felt on you. “can’t think of anything else but my touch can you? such a needy baby girl aren’t you, only thinking of daddy and how he pleasures you.. does daddy please you?”

“y-yes, daddy always makes me feel so g-good,” you bite your lip and you roll your hips to feed your desire to cum all over his body. “when i touch myself, i have to think about you.. your fingers feel so much better than mine.”

“hmmm, what else do you think about my baby?” seungkwan muses, definitely enjoying where this conversation was heading.

“i think about your voice, and how soothing, yet commanding it is.. telling me what to do and how to do it.. i think about how small i am underneath you, and how i love being wrapped around you.. i also love how you fit inside of me, i don’t think anyone else can fill me up the way you do. every time you fuck me, i nearly lose it.. you feel that good, daddy.. my pussy was made for you, mmm - ah!”

in the middle of your spiel, seungkwan speeds up his pace to where his fingers are thrusting in and out of you quickly, causing you to reach bliss and cum all over your panties, your arousal quickly leaking onto his pants. seungkwan sighs dreamily as he rubs your stomach, kissing your temple repeatedly.

“you did such a good job for me pretty girl,” he whispers into your ear, kissing the shell. “always such a good girl, especially when you come.”

“thank you daddy,” you sigh contentedly. “i love you.”

“i love you more, my baby.”

#svthub #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen imagine #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan fic #seungkwan imagine #seungkwan imagines

177 notes · View notes

nom-nommmm1 · 2 months

Note

Hi Oli,

I love your Lords Of Chaos stories so much, so could you write one for me? :)

I was thinking about Pelle x Fem reader, where she's Euronymous sister, and they have to keep their relationship a secret.

Xoxo and also I just saw that you write for some niche fandoms I really love, I can't wait for more stories to come

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET - PELLE/DEAD

Masterlist + taglist

AHHH HI ANON!! I’m so happy you like my stories! You’ll never know how much it means to me 🫶 also I’ve had ‘dirty little secret’ by The All-American Rejects stuck in my head FOR A WEEK truly amazing timing anon. But anyways, I look forward to see you request other fandoms soon. Also I didn’t know if you wanted to make this a smut or fluff so I’m gonna do fluff bc I’ve been in such a fluffy mood lol, request another if you’d like smut and I’ll gladly do it ❤️

Content warning !!: sweet!pelle x fem!reader, fluff?? There’s a suggestive part butt they don’t actually do it, kissing, hair pulling

The doorbell rings as the tussling of keys can be heard from Euronymous’ hands. “I got it!” I shout, opening the door to see Pelle standing there awkwardly. “Hey Pelle! You’re just in time, we’re all about to head to the movies” I say looking at the blonde haired boy, his cheeks turning a slight pink tone. “Oh yea uhm..Euro texted me” he says avoiding my gaze. He shuffles away from the doorway, letting Euronymous and I out. We all proceed to get into Euros car. “So are Faust and the guys meeting us there?” Pelle asks after a few minutes of nothing but the sound of the radio.

“Yeah, they’re just gonna be a minute since traffic’s pretty bad on their side” Euronymous says, putting his foot to the gas as the light turns green. Pelle nods, staring out the window, looking around at all the passing cars. I look at Pelle, he looks..tired? “You alright?” I ask. The blonde looks at me, seeming somewhat surprised by me breaking the silence. “Yea I’m fine y/n” he says looking back out the window to avoid the conversation.

The car pulls into the movie theater parking lot, we all get out walking up to the register. “Hello, what movie are we seeing today folks?” The cashier asks politely. “Three tickets for the conjuring” Euronymous says, placing the money on the counter. “Of course, the concessions are inside” the cashier says handing us our tickets. Euronymous nods in acknowledgment, holding the door open for Pelle and I.

Walking up to the concessions counter Euro turns to us. “What do you guys want?” He asks pulling out a 20 dollar bill. “Popcorn and a slurpy?” I ask. “Sure sis, what about you Pelle?” He asks turning to the blonde. “Oh- I’m fine with whatever,” he says quickly, almost taken out of a trance. “Alright, you guys can sit down while I pay for this stuff” Euronymous says, pointing to the tables next to the bathrooms.

I nod walking over to the table, Pelle following close behind. We sit down. I look at Pelle, taking in his features as he refuses to look at me. “What’s wrong?” I ask putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Nothing y/n” he says moving out of my touch. Euronymous comes back with a handful of snacks. “Come help me get the rest guys” we all grab our own snacks and drinks. “Sorry you guys are going to have to share popcorn, I was two bucks short to get another” Euro said as we walked down to our designated auditorium. “It’s fine Euro” I say as we take our seats.

The theaters lights dim as music from the projector plays, the movie is finally starting after what feels like an hour of previews. I go to reach for the bag of popcorn accidentally putting my hand on Pelles, immediately pulling away. “Sorry” I say quickly before turning back to the movie. The movie continues on, the main character jumping out into the frame of the projector screen.

The audience chuckles as they say a joke as a criminal swings at them. I take a sip of my slurpy taking a brief glance at Pelle. I look away as I see his eyes look over to me. I lean to Euronymous, whispering in his ear. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be back” he nods as I get up from my seat, walking down the dimly lit movie theater stairs.

I walk into the bathroom, splashing water in my face, starting to sob into my hands. After a few minutes I hear slight knocking on the bathroom wall, a figure slowly coming into my line of vision. The figure comes closer to me, rubbing my back. “I’m sorry we have to do this” the figure says. “What..?” I ask looking up, at first confused but soon my confusion is clarified as I see Pelle, still there rubbing my back.

Pelle frowns, wiping my tears away. “I can’t stand to see you cry, but you know why we have to keep this a secret, right?” He asks coming closer to me. I nod looking into Pelles warm brown eyes. “I know, Euro won’t allow it” I reply sniffling. Pelles frown grows and he wraps his arms around me, putting his head in my neck giving me a small kiss.

“Just wait a little longer, we can convince him” Pelle says brushing my hair out of my face. I nod again looking at him glumly. “Hey it’s okay, I promise” he says smiling, waiting for me to smile back but I don’t. Pelle then puts me into a kiss, my eyes widen in shock but I kiss him back passionately. I wrap my arms around Pelles neck. Pelle kisses me harder, putting his hands on my waist, picking me up. “Pelle!” I yelp feeling his hands on my ass, lifting me up.

Pelle places me on the bathroom counter, pushing me against the mirror as his lips attack mine. “I missed this” he mumbles into my lips, coating them with our saliva. I giggle pulling onto Pelles hair. He moans in my mouth, biting my lip and touching up on my body. He’s about to undo his pants before we hear a voice of a staff member. “Get out of there before I call your mamas!!” The staff member screams banging her mop on the floor. Pelle and I bolt out of the bathroom making out to our movie auditorium. “Remember, keep this between us” Pelle says before opening the door for me.

“Of course” I say walking in. “Alright, I’m gonna wait out here for a few minutes so they don’t think anything” he says giving me a quick kiss before shutting the door, smiling.

SORRY FOR THE DELAY BBS IVE BEEN SUPER BUSY N THERES BEEN A BUNCH OF DRAMA W MY FRIENDS BUT IMMA TRY TO UPLOAD

Alt acc: @nom-nommmmworkspace

Taglist

╰┈➤@mxqlss @roseroseluvrr @bkaulitzz @adellaonly @m3tal-chick

#fluff #lords of chaos #nom nommmm1 #euronymous #jack kilmer #rory culkin #pelle ohlin fluff #pelle ohlin x reader #pelle x reader #pelle ohlin #pelle #lords of chaos x reader

95 notes · View notes

mistywaves98 · 1 year

Note

yfsdtydcstshegwsvjhgv hear me out hear me out,,,, yandere!scara controlling reader like he did Haypasia but instead of just making her follow him, he turns the reader into his personal cumdump- reader tries oh so hard to fight back, watching as if its a movie as her body is used as a fucktoy for the ex-harbringer- but the thing is, after a while of this, the reader begins to believe everything he says, that her only purpose in life is to bring him pleasure and becomes scara's perfect obedient little pet <3

-super duper cool anon

This is such a juicy idea anon!

Edit: I think I strayed a bit from what the ask said, sooo uhh, really sorry about that anon 😬😔

✧･ﾟ:* Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ¡Warnings!: Not proofread, Yandere themes (but not that intense), Non con, Degradation, Lots of repetition of words, collaring, rough sex, Mean! Scaramouche, Kidnapping, I think that's it!

✧･ﾟ:* Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

✧･ﾟ:* Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

As another one of the scholars who dedicated their lives to trying to connect their consciousness to Irminsul, that is what you spent all of your time doing. Yes, you knew of the tales of what happened to most of those who did manage to accomplish such a task but your desire for the kind of knowledge you could potentially gain blocked out any protests against your actions.

One time you actually saw something while meditating, visions of some sort and although they were blurry and barely distinguishable, it excited you. Since then, you've been training hard, hoping to experience that again.

You heard from somewhere that the Palace of Alcazarzaray was a good place to practice your meditation, so that's where you could be found as the days followed. As you meditated more and more, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your goal, it was only a matter of time, you told yourself. However, you also realized that during the rare times when you weren't meditating, you felt dazed and unfocused and often times you swore you saw something, or glimpses of someone. Though this worried you to a very small extent, instead, you thought you just needed to work a little harder. Eventually it got to a point where you spent all your time meditating, evoking worry from your relatives. In fact, the only thing that stopped you from meditating full time was them coming to 'snap you out of it' as they said. This annoyed you very much and although you knew they meant well, you were too close now and you had already accepted the risks this journey was accompanied with.

So, taking a small choice of possessions, you went to a remote, isolated part of the forest where you would meditate for days on end, not sleeping, eating or drinking. Strangely enough, your body seemed fine with it too, you weren't fatigued at all, it was just the haziness and hallucinations.

Now you were sitting on the floor of the cave, face relaxed but at the same time fixed with an expression of concentration. You focused....and focused.....and focused.....

Yes....

You could feel it, just a little more....

Your eyes suddenly shot open.

Scanning your surroundings you immediately realized something was off. The earth seemed to be layered with a gray tint and there was someone standing right in front of you with their back turned.

"Have...I...finally done it once more? Is....my consciousness.... connected to Irminsul?" You hesitantly ask, "Hmph. Not even a 'hello' at least? I expected better from my first follower."

What? What is he talking about? But wait.... He seems familiar..."Who...are you?" It's difficult to talk, your mind feels heavy and your vision is blurring momentarily. "Me? They call me Scaramouche or 'the Balladeer.' I am a member of the eleven fatui Harbingers but soon I will be known as the god of Sumeru. For now, however, you will address me as 'master,' understood?" He turned around and you were met with two purple eyes glaring down at you. The Harbingers? You've heard of that before, back when you were in the Akademiya, they're from Snezhnaya, right?

Scaramouche's voice brings you out of your thoughts,"I said, 'is that understood?' " "U-uh, yes....master..." His frown turns into an expression of smugness. "Good, I suppose you're pretty baffled by the situation you've found yourself in, but I'll have some mercy and explain it to you."

Your eyes widen when he reveals that he had been watching you ever since you had that experience with the indescribable visions. Those were...his memories? And apparently he's going to become a god? And he has chosen you as his first follower? "Why, you may ask? Well, no one has ever managed to connect directly to my consciousness before, so I took this as a sign. A sign that you are the chosen one." Huh, so you didn't connect to Irminsul after all and instead you're peering into the consciousness of one of the Harbingers? This information is hard for your now unstable mind to process. It hurts...You bring a hand to your aching forehead and try to soothe the pain. "...Can't...focus.."

Suddenly, a hand grips your jaw and tilts your head up so that you make eye contact with him,"You look so dumb right now, but it's alright, you won't need to think much from now on." You gasp as he kisses you roughly, pushing his tongue into your open mouth. His hands grab both of your wrists in a painful grip as he shoves you into the ground, lips still connected. You try struggle under his grip, only to find you can barely move. You try breaking the kiss but not only does he push harder, you can't even move your head and when he pulls away, you cringe at the strings of saliva between you two.

"Why...?" Is all you can manage as you gasp for breath,"Don't ask questions, all you need to know is that you are going to be my little stress toy from now until the day you die." His tone is snappy and you shut up at once, mind hazy. Scaramouche looks as your flushed face and chuckles darkly,"Your mind is weak, you can't even think straight, can you? And without the ability to properly process things you leave your body in a very vulnerable state, don't you know that? Hehe, I'm going to have so much fun with you..." He was right, your mind was under so much strain during your intense meditation sessions, now you don't have the brain to fight back.

His hands let go of your wrists and began to trail down your body, stopping to cup your breasts. You couldn't help but moan as he massaged the soft flesh through your clothes. Then, without warning he tore your top apart, exposing the white bra confining your chest. He made quick work of that two and as soon as the piece of fabric fell to the ground, his fingers went up to flick your now-hard nipples. Suddenly he gave them both a particularly harsh tug, grinning when you yelped in pain. With one hand playing with your left breast, he used his free hand to hike up your obnoxiously long skirt.

"You don't even wear a pair of shorts under this? Such a whore." He smirked at the help you let as as he smacked your pussy. You bit your lip as whimpers threatened to leave your throat as he used his slender fingers to circle your clothed clit. "Please....stop..." "Stop? When you are this wet? Just admit it, you're getting off on your god fucking you." "No...I—" You gag as Scaramouche stuffs three fingers deep down your throat "Stop talking and suck if you know what good for you."

When he finally decided you're wet enough, he slipped your panties off and pocketed them despite your protests. He then flips you unto your stomach before taking his cock out of the confines of his pants,"Now we move on to my favourite part."

A ragged scream is ripped from your throat as he immediately bottomed out inside of you. The situation doesn't get any better when he starts moving right after, barely giving you time to adjust to his size. His pace is fast and his thrusts are brutal, your body rocks back and forward with each slam of his hips. Your own hips feel bruised from the grip he has on them. The burn of his cock abusing your insides has tears streaming down your face and choked out sobs and moans leaving your mouth. A sadistic smile is plastered across his face, clearly enjoying your discomfort and pain,"You look so pretty with tears flowing down your face—hah—you feel so good, these virgin walls are squeezing me so tightly. Yes, cum of my cock, on your lord's cock and show me that only I can pleasure you like this."

Until that moment you didn't even realize you were getting closer to orgasming but you did as he said and the knot in your stomach snapped as you released all over him with a cry. That didn't stop Scaramouche from continuing to fuck you though, his pace barely faltered and his thrusts were just as hard as before,"Please—ngh—stop...no—more..." "Shut up. Your master hasn't had his pleasure yet and you will take everything he gives you until he's satisfied."

He then proceeded to bury his teeth into your neck, biting down so hard the skin broke, causing blood to leak from the wound. You shiver as his tongue darts out to lick a long stripe up your neck, gathering the warm liquid on it in the process. The way his cock is pistoning in and out of you has you weakly clawing at the dirt beneath. You continue to helplessly moan as his breathing gets more ragged and heavy, he must be close. Said assumption proves to be right when you suddenly feel a burst of hot liquid shoot straight into your pussy. Scaramouche finally stops and pulls out of your sore cunt, watching as the white substance leaks out of your abused hole, past your trembling thighs and onto the ground. A pleased look adorns his face,"Hehe, seems like I forgot to mention that I was about to cum, but that's alright, you couldn't anything about it anyway even if you knew."

You sat on the bed situated in the corner of the room, staring at the wall. Your eyes eventually landed on the chains binding your hands to the bed posts, restricting your movements. They were so short, you couldn't even walk a few inches away from the bed.

It had been months since Scaramouche kidnapped you from the cave you originally resided in after fucking your brains out. Since then he has kept you here, occasionally coming to 'check up' on his little pet which mostly consisted of him manhandling you till you were about to pass out. Everytime he came to you, you could see how he was gradually falling into madness. His words became more cruel, more unghinged, more obsessive.

It made you afraid of him and you were worried that someday he might snap and do something unthinkable.

Your gaze shifted to the mirror on the dresser right across from you. A collar was tightly looped around your neck with the name 'Scaramouche' in bold letters. Your hand came up and you tugged it slightly. It didn't budge. Tears filled your eyes at the humiliating memories it brought back. When he first showed it to you, you absolutely refused to wear it and after a lot of resistance from you he was able to secure it, he also fastened it so tightly it choked you at first. And he never bothered to loosen it. Sometimes, on the days when he was feeling it, he would attach a leash to the collar and use it to suffocate you if you were being to bratty.

Your eyes went lower to observe your attire. You'd been forbidden to wear anything besides a town that barely covered your thighs. That is, unless Scaramouche demanded otherwise. The material was so thin and you weren't even allowed to wear anything under it. For easy access, he said.

You've gotten over your dizzy, hallucinating state a long time ago and since you're usually locked up in the room, it's given you a lot of time to think. What has happened to your family? Have they noticed your disappearance? Are they looking for you? Did Scaramouche kill them? But he has no reason to do such a thing, but then again, you wouldn't put it past him to kill innocent people.

You flinch as the door opens. He's back already?

Your eyes widen in fear and you can't help but back up little by little when he approaches you. Soon you're pressed against the headboard and he gets on the bed and crawls over you. You stare into his dull eyes with your frightened ones. You can't see anything but obsession, lust and insanity in them.

"How's my little servant doing? Have you been enjoying your time here? You better have been. Why do you look so afraid? Hehe, you thought I wouldn't notice? You can't hide anything from your god you know." His cold hand rested on your cheek, slowly going down to trace the letters engraved on the collar you were forced to wear. A maniacal smile stretched across his face as he looked at it, pupils dilating with lust. Suddenly he hooked his fingers under it and gave it a sharp tug, briefly laughing when you gasped and instinctively grabbed his arm, as he pulled you forward.

Now he was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your lips. Without warning he kissed you with so much force your head hit the wooden headboard of the bed. This caused your mouth to slightly part in surprise and Scaramouche's tongue was practically down your throat instantly.

His knee made it's way between your legs, pressing up against your bare pussy and rubbing against it. You felt him smile against your mouth as your thighs squeezed his own in a futile attempt to conceal your now aroused state.

When he finally broke the kiss, you gratefully inhaled the much needed oxygen as your face burned with humiliation. You hated being in such a vulnerable state, you hated being so easy to take advantage of. But there was nothing you could do about the way the Harbinger's hands snuck under your gown to roughly grope your chest. No matter what you did or wanted to do, you could only moan in guilty pleasure.

Soon enough, you found yourself in a familiar but unwelcomed position: face pressed into the pillow with your 'lord's' dick thrusting in and out in an attempt to get off. Your hands held onto the sheets for dear life as you came for the 3rd time. Tears rolled down your face and drool stained the pillow as Scaramouche laughed cruelly at your fucked out appearance,"Need a break? Too bad, you won't get one."

You could only mumble inaudible phrases in between gasps and moans in response,"Ngh—please master—hngh—please cum in me—!" "What's that? You want me to fill this slutty hole of yours with my cum? That's right, fill up you like the cumdump you are?" He smirked as you only panted small, breathy 'yes'' to his degrading words. Moments later he finally reached his high and shot his load into your tight pussy.

Scaramouche didn't bother to pull out and instead pressed his chest against your back and whispered into your ear, possessiveness evident in his tone,"No one else can or ever will make you feel like this, only I can bring you this kind of pleasure. You're mine, mine to fuck how I want, mine to do with whatever I please. Right, my little servant?" You nodded dumbly to his statements, mind too mushy to think straight.

You really were just a cumdump for him.

#badly written ending as always #also new anon yayy #smut #x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere x reader smut #yandere smut #yandere scaramouche x reader smut #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche smut #yandere genshin x reader #✧･ﾟ:* meena's memos! ✧･ﾟ:*

698 notes · View notes

daegutowns · 6 months

Text

your person (csc)

tags: gn!reader, brother’s best friend!cheol, uni!au, he is definitely in love with you, you had a REALLY big crush on him when you were younger, he was your first love, you work at a cafe, your older brother is jeonghan, cheol is very protective!

💌 thank you for the request, anon!

you were not new to the feeling of danger that sometimes came with working the night shift. you really couldn’t help it. your classes were during the daytime, so it left you having to work weekends and nights on the weekdays. the nighttimes could get crazy — drunk people from the bars down the street, guys who didn’t know any boundaries, and just a lot of unpredictable problems that occurred after the witching hour.

it usually wasn’t a problem. your older brother jeonghan would pick you up on nights you worked late, since the buses around there stopped running around ten o’clock pm. but, jeonghan had an ill-timed meeting with his supervisor at his work. he had started his first paid internship (which was a very big deal!), so there was no way that he could get out of that one scot-free. he was usually good at asking you if you had another ride besides him, but that internship was kicking his ass. he was working even later than you.

and, well, it was nearing eleven o’clock pm. the manager had an unexpected emergency and had to leave a bit early, so he left you with the keys. you were working the opening shift the next day, so he didn’t see a problem with it. but, now, it was just you and your other coworker chan. he lived right around the corner, so he would be walking home.

your apartment wasn’t far from the cafe either. it was only a five minute walk to the subway then a quick 3 stops until you got out and had to walk another 5 minutes to your apartment building. it was not that bad for the city you lived in. the close proximity to your apartment was what drove you to apply to work at that cafe.

in the last hour of your shift, the cafe was closed to the public and you were cleaning with chan. your friendly coworker had offered to at least walk you to the subway station and wait with you, but it was in the exact opposite direction of his apartment, so you declined. just for tonight, you would have to suck it up. you hoped that you could at least catch the last train

as if the universe wanted to prove you wrong, the familiar sound of your ringtone chimed from your back pocket. the contact name ‘seungcheol’ glared up at you. choi seungcheol, the person calling you, was one of your brother’s childhood best friends (the other being hong joshua). he was one of the nicer one of your brother’s friends that included you in their fun. joshua just liked to make fun of you with jeonghan.

holding your phone up to your ear with your shoulder, you answered the phone while you continued to wipe down the tables. (chan was doing the dishes in the back.) “hello? what’s up, cheol oppa?”

“hey y/n, just wondering what you were doing,” he answered.

you couldn’t help the blush that crept up to your cheeks, no matter how hard you tried to fight it back down. yeah, he had been your first love growing up. it was hard to forget about your past feelings that you gave up on as you grew older. it was even harder to forget when he would say things like, “just wondering what you were doing.” ugh!

“i’m still working right now. i’m about to clock out and leave soon, though,” you told him. “i guess you’re really bored if you’re calling me.”

“ah, stop it,” seungcheol laughed on the other end of the line. “i can’t wonder what you’re doing? anyways, tell jeonghan when he picks you up to come over to my place. i made way too much food, so you guys should come eat it.”

you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “liar,” you said in a teasing voice. “just say you wanted company. anyways, jeonghan’s working late, so he’s not picking me up.”

“who is? did he ask shua?” he asked you.

for a second, you debated on whether or not to lie to him and just say chan or your [nonexistent] manager was taking you home so he wouldn’t worry. you decided against it. “mmm, no. i’m just going to take the subway. it’s not far, and--”

your words were cut off by his. “nope.” you had to pause, wondering what he was talking about. his words continued through the line. “you are definitely not walking alone on those streets at night,” seungcheol told you, his tone suddenly becoming stern and serious. you could hear the rustling on his end and the chiming of his keys. “you wait for me, got it?”

“oh wait, oppa, you don’t have to,” you said to him, panicked. “i’ll be fine.”

“yeah, you’ll be fine, my ass. i’m the one who won’t be fine,” seungcheol grumbled. “stay put, okay? i’m coming.”

the line went dead, and you stood there to take it in for a second. you pursed your lips while you closed your eyes, fighting the grin that threatened to hijack your face. your ears were red hot, and your body was suddenly filled with energy, despite having worked a busy closing shift.

when you and chan locked the doors, seungcheol’s car pulled up to the street right in front of the cafe. he rolled the windows down and said with a smile, “hey, i’m here.”

you completely forgot about chan. your eyes could only gravitate towards him, a soft smile on your face. “hey, thanks for coming. you didn’t have to, you know.” you climbed into the passenger seat, only then remembering to wave ‘bye’ to your coworker. the smell of his cologne surrounded you as you sat next to him. “i could’ve called mina and asked her too.” (mina’s your best friend.)

“it’s okay, you have me,” seungcheol replied, smiling over at you before his eyes quickly went back to the road. “you’ve always had me.”

“yeah, i do, don’t i?” you said, smiling into your lap. you couldn’t fight it off this time.

“y’know, my offer for some food at my place is not off the table,” seungcheol said. “we don’t even have to invite jeonghan.”

“really?” you mused. “you like me that much?”

his car stopped at the red light. his head turned to you, your eyes meeting under the ambience of the city lights and the sheen of soft red on your faces. you almost got lost in them, but the surprise from how serious and truthful he looked brought you back.

“yeah, i like you that much.”

#daegutowns #svt x reader #svt x y/n #svt x you #svt fluff #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol x y/n #seungcheol x you #choi seungcheol fluff #brother's best friend!cheol

134 notes · View notes

final-fantasy-imagines · 1 year

Note

Can I ask for ♡ “that’s more roses than i’ve ever seen in my life.” with Cloud for your event? 🥰

Aww, yes of course! Thank you for your request and happy Valentine's Day, dear anon! <3 Hope you enjoy the fic!

Prompt: “That’s more roses than I’ve ever seen in my life.“

Pairing: Cloud Strife x gn!reader

Red Red Roses - Cloud x gn!reader

Flowers aren’t something the people of Midgar see often. The entire city is built from cement and steel, a concrete jungle that hovers over the slums like an eerie beast, almost like it’s waiting to swallow them whole. And yet, you find a beautiful bouquet of red roses in your apartment when you return home that day.

There’s no card to tell you who sent the flowers but realistically speaking there’s only one person who has a key to your apartment. So, that means that – provided that no one climbed through your window which would be an awkward way to deliver flowers – Cloud must be the one behind the unexpected gift.

You step closer to the flowers, taking in their sweet scent as you admire the vibrant color of their petals. They look almost velvety, and you raise your hand to brush your fingertips against them, careful not to damage the delicate flower-heads. This is truly a wonderful surprise.

But it would be even better if Cloud had stayed here instead of dropping the roses off without a word. Of course, you know that he’s not the type of guy who enjoys big romantic gestures, that he still gets flustered about these things, even after dating for almost two years now. And it’s not even a big deal because that’s just how he is, and you love him, his quirks and flaws included, but you can’t help but wonder why he hasn’t given the flowers to you personally.

After all, Valentine’s Day only comes once a year. And it’s an important date for most couples.

But then again, you don’t really have a reason to be upset. After all, Cloud somehow managed to get his hands on a huge bouquet of roses, a flower that becomes rarer and rarer in Midgar.

With a sigh, you pull out your phone to send him a quick text to thank him for the flowers. It’s only then that you realize that you have three missed calls and two unread message – all from Cloud. Your heartbeat is speeding up as you tap on the screen to open the first text.

“I wanted to surprise you but you weren’t home, sorry that I didn’t wait for you. Tifa needed my help back in the slums. I hope you like the flowers,” you read before you tap on the second message: “I love you.”

A smile flashes over your face. “That stupid idiot,” you mumble to yourself, already scrolling through your contacts to call him, “that stupid, adorable idiot.”

The dial tone gets interrupted by noise at the other end of the line, followed by a muffled curse, then, you hear a breathless voice saying: “Hello?”

“Am I interrupting something?” you ask, clearly amused. “I can call again later.”

“No,” Cloud says, quick like a shot, and when you don’t reply, he adds, “we have to change the water filters at the bar – again – but that damn thing got stuck somewhere. But it’s really nothing that can’t wait for a couple of minutes.”

He clears his throat. “So, um… I assume you found the flowers?”

“Yes, thank you. They’re stunning” you say. “I was just wondering… where did you get them? That’s more roses than I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Cloud chuckles. “I have some connections.”

“Thought so.” You bit your bottom lip, darting another glance at the roses. “Cloud?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think we can see each other again soon? I want to thank you in person.”

“I can come over once we’re done here,” Cloud suggests after a brief moment of silence, the tone of his voice unusually soft now. You smile, although of course he can’t see you. “Yes. I’d love that.”

“Good. Oh, and, (Y/N)… Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you.”

Your smile grows wider, and you have to resist the urge to squeal with joy as you press the phone closer to your ear. Even after all this time, you still haven’t gotten used to him saying these three words to you.

“I love you, too.”

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider liking, reblogging and/or leaving feedback. I'd really appreciate the support! <3

Taglist: @sixdaysofsilverashes @theimaginaryheir @thevoidwriting

#cloud strife x reader #cloud strife x you #cloud strife imagine #ff7 x reader #final fantasy x reader #cloud strife fluff #ff7 fluff #ff7 imagine #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #vani's valentine's event

668 notes · View notes

justabigassnerd · 1 year

Text

Not So Little Anymore

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x daughter!reader

Word count - 2,573

Warnings - mentions of sex, lil' bit of Rooster being a protective dad, mostly fluff

Summary - Rooster discovers something in his daughters cupboard causing him to realise his little girl isn't as little as she used to be

A/N - whaddup y'all it's me posting another fic! This was another anon request that I hope I did justice to because not only have I never had a parent give me the sex talk, I'm asexual aha. Anyways I'll stop rambling now. As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!

It was a rare day off for Bradley. There was no training. No classes to teach. And most importantly, no paperwork. You had gone off to school earlier after he made you some breakfast and bid you goodbye with a kiss on the top of your head. Since the house was quiet, Bradley decided to do some of the chores he’d been meaning to do for a while.

He was a lot more productive than he was expecting. He reorganised the garage and gave the Bronco a long overdue wash. He managed to oil the hinges on the squeaky door that had been driving both him and you nuts with its incessant squeaking. When Bradley had finished every chore that came to find, he got himself a glass of water and silently debated his next move. He then remembered that you’d complained about the sink in your ensuite bathroom leaking and so he grabbed the toolbox from the garage and made his way to your bathroom to see if he could fix it himself. He didn’t know what the cause of the leak was so he opened the cupboard underneath the sink and had a look at the pipe but wasn’t able to see it since your cupboard was full of stuff so he started taking the stuff out and when he moved a box of tampons, he couldn’t believe what he was staring at. His eyes locked onto an open box of condoms and his brain struggled to formulate any kind of coherent thought as he stared at the box. When his brain finally caught up, he reached out and took the box out of the cupboard and put it aside so he could focus on fixing the sink.

Once he fixed the sink and returned everything to the cupboard, Bradley got a text from Hangman asking if he was going to be joining the rest of the squad at the Hard Deck. Bradley replied saying that he would be coming while silently hoping Phoenix will be amongst those who are going to the bar since he could use her advice on how to have a talk with you about the discovery he made in the cupboard. His mind couldn’t stop thinking about those condoms and how he could even begin to approach this conversation with you.

He got a follow-up text from Hangman at half-four saying that the squad were heading to the bar, and he replied saying he’d meet them there. You still hadn’t come home but you had sent him a text earlier saying you were going to a friend’s house so he let you know that he was going to the Hard Deck and probably wouldn’t be home when you got back. After hitting send he showered and changed, throwing a Hawaiian shirt over his white t-shirt and tugging on a pair of blue jeans. As he grabs his phone from his bedside table his eyes land on a picture of you and him from your sixth birthday party. He had you sat on his shoulders as you giggled uncontrollably. He picked up the wooden frame and held it for a moment, a soft smile on his face as he reminisced. He was shaken out of his thoughts by his phone ringing, seeing Payback’s name flash across his phone made him sigh, put down the photo and pick up the call.

“Payback, what’s up?” He asks when the phone reaches his ear, immediately hearing the rowdiness of the Hard Deck and Dagger Squad in the background.

“What do you mean, what’s up? You said you’d meet us here and we’re still waiting on you.” Payback says the second he hears Bradley’s voice.

“I’m just coming now, cool your jets.” Bradley laughs as he heads downstairs, grabbing the keys to the Bronco before promising he’ll be there soon and ending the call. He then tugs his shoes on and heads out to his car to begin the drive to the Hard Deck.

When he arrives at the Hard Deck, he climbs out of the Bronco and enters the bar, letting out a small sigh of relief when he sees Phoenix amongst the cluster of naval aviators, Maverick included, by the pool table. He heads over to the group and greets them as they grin and clap him on the back.

“I’m going to grab a drink.” He says, quickly excusing himself to get a beer from Penny at the bar and once he’s got his drink he returns to the group, asking them how they found their day and chatting until he found a moment to pull Phoenix aside.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” He asks as he moves Phoenix away from the group and nervously takes a sip from his drink.

“Of course, you can. Is everything okay?” Phoenix asks kindly, making Rooster remember why Phoenix was his best friend in the first place. She was always willing to help him out when he needed her.

“It’s about y/n.” Rooster starts.

“Is she okay?” Phoenix asks, alarmed and worried that something has happened to you.

“She’s fine it's just. She’s been complaining about her leaky sink for a while now, and I went up there to fix it earlier today.”

“You’re asking me to fix her sink?” Phoenix asks, confused as to where Rooster was going with this.

“I found an open box of condoms in her cupboard under the sink.” Rooster says quickly, almost flinching as he said it like the words physically hurt him to say.

“What the hell did you just say?” Phoenix and Rooster’s heads snap to see the wide eyes of Dagger Squad and Maverick who look appalled at what they just heard.

“This was meant to be a private conversation.” Rooster grumbles, glaring over his friends.

“We heard y/n and we had to know whether she was okay or not.” Fanboy shrugs unapologetically as the others murmur in agreement.

“Well you know she’s fine so you can mind your own business now.” Rooster mutters lowly as he sips from his beer, glancing at Phoenix who just shrugs.

“How can we when you dropped that bombshell?” Payback implores, throwing his hands up wildly.

“She’s a child.” Maverick says, hating the idea of you being within five feet of a guy who wasn’t him or part of Dagger Squad. The team gets loud as what Rooster said sinks in more and more.

“Okay, enough guys!” Phoenix says loudly, getting the attention of the whole group within seconds.

“She is not a child. She’s seventeen and I bet none of you guys could say you weren’t doing the same things at her age.” Phoenix says, folding her arms across her chest and raising an eyebrow as Dagger Squad begins to shuffle uncomfortably and mumble to each other, proving her point. Phoenix then grabs Rooster’s arm and pulls him further away from the group, so they are entirely out of earshot.

“You need to talk about this with her Bradley. You need to make sure she is aware of everything so you can prevent things like accidental pregnancies. And please make sure she knows about her right to say no. I know this is probably a talk that’s awkward but she needs her dad to help with these kinds of things. You have to teach her about the world and if that’s giving her the sex talk then damn it you’re going to give her the sex talk.” Phoenix says once the Daggers have returned to their own conversations, so she knew the focus wasn’t on them anymore.

“I know Phoenix, it’s just hard. I swear it was only yesterday she was the little girl begging me to sit her on my shoulders.” Rooster says, thinking back to the picture he had sat proudly on his bedside table. Her stern look softens, and Phoenix smiles softly and rests a hand on Rooster’s arm.

“She’s always going to be your little girl, Bradley. She’s just not as little as she used to be.” Phoenix says gently as Rooster takes a sip of beer.

“I know.” Rooster admits, hanging his head in his sorrow.

“Hey, let’s have some fun tonight. Someone needs to beat Hangman in pool and my money’s on you. Just talk with y/n as soon as possible.” Phoenix urges as she brings Rooster back over to the pool table so he could take his mind off the situation. The rest of the night was filled with laughter and fun as Rooster finally beat Hangman in pool, much to Hangman and Coyote’s dismay. When Rooster headed home for the night, he felt a little more confident in approaching the conversation with you.

The next evening, Bradley worked up the courage to talk to you. He approached your door slowly and knocked cautiously. Waiting for you to give him the okay to come in. When you finally said he could come in, he entered slowly, offering you a small smile.

“Hey, dad.” You greeted with a smile as you looked up from the book you were reading while you were sitting up against the headboard of your bed.

“Hey y/n/n, can we talk?” Bradley asks quietly, making your expression quickly shift to one of worry as you nod.

“You’re not in trouble. I just want to talk.” Bradley elaborates as he eases himself down to sit on your bed and glances over at you as you visibly relax at his words.

“Okay, what’s up?” You ask as you close your book, placing it back on your bedside table as you focus your attention on your dad who clears his throat.

“So I fixed your sink yesterday.” Bradley starts, glancing from the floor to you as you grin.

“You did and I totally forgot to thank you for that. So, thank you, dad.” You smile as you shuffle over to give him a hug. He wastes no time in returning the hug, relishing holding you in his arms before pulling away.

“And when I emptied out your cupboard to have a look at what was going on underneath the sink I found a box of condoms.” Bradley then says, raising an eyebrow as you squirm uncomfortably and avoid his gaze. You even shuffle back to sit against the headboard of your bed again.

“Dad we really don’t need to be talking about this.” You insist, your face flushing a deep red as you fiddle with the corner of your duvet cover to distract yourself.

“Sweetheart, we do need to talk about this. I need to make sure you’re smart about this. If you’re having sex, I need to be sure you’re safe. I don’t want you to end up accidentally becoming pregnant or anything.”

“Dad, please stop talking.” You plead, burying your face in your hands.

“Not going to happen. I also need you to know you have the right to say no. Don’t let anyone pressure you into having sex if you don’t want to. The same goes for the other way around, your partners have the right to say no too so always respect their choices okay?” Bradley continues, turning slightly so he could face you while you continued to avoid eye contact with him.

“Dad, the school gives us these talks. I know how to be safe. Me and Ethan are always safe.” You insist, getting the courage to look up and meet your dad’s eyes. Bradley saw your eyes widen slightly as you revealed the boy’s name, but Bradley wasn’t going to be mad at you, not when he was doing the same thing at your age.

“I know honey, but sometimes things like condoms aren’t always one hundred percent safe. Trust me, I thought I was safe and then nine months later I have a newborn living in my house. You and Ethan don’t need a kid at this age.” Bradley chuckles as the corners of your mouth twitch up into a small smile. Bradley had been open with telling you that he wasn’t planning on having kids until he settled down with someone. He told you once you were old enough since you had been constantly asking where your mum was when you were younger and saw all the other kids your age with their mums. When Bradley initially told you about how he never planned to be a father at this point, you thought it meant you were a mistake and you were unwanted. Bradley had put a stop to those thoughts instantly as he held you tight and told you that even though he never planned on having you, you were still the best thing that happened in his life, and he’d never trade you for the world.

“My point is, if you’re having sex, I want you to take measures to avoid pregnancy, especially at this age. We could look at getting you on the pill just to be on the safe side.” Bradley then offers, watching as you silently debate about whether to accept his offer or not.

“That probably would be safer, wouldn’t it?” You admit quietly as Bradley nods.

“It would be, yes.” Bradley says, making you feel comfortable with the choice.

“We’ll look at getting some this weekend, alright? But for now, I want to hear more about this Ethan guy.” Bradley says with an amused smile as you groan.

“I didn’t mean to say his name.” You grumble but scoot closer to your dad’s side, curling into him as he wraps an arm around you.

“Well you did and I want to know if he’s good to you.” Bradley says, smiling down at you as you look up at him.

“He’s nice. He cares about me. And he respects me. We’ve both had a couple of times where we’ve not wanted to have sex and we’ve respected each other.” You say, making Bradley press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m glad he respects you. Never be with someone who doesn’t respect you. And I’m glad you respect him too.” Bradley says as you smile up at him lightly. As Bradley looks down at you, he is overcome with emotions as he thinks about how much he loves you and how proud he is of the person you’re becoming. He finds himself tearing up slightly and when you notice it, you become concerned.

“Are you okay, dad?” You ask worriedly as he lifts a hand to wipe at his tears.

“They’re happy tears sweetheart, nothing to worry about.” He assures you with a smile as you relax back into his embrace.

“You’re just growing up too fast, that’s all. You’re not a little girl anymore.” Bradley continues as you raise an eyebrow.

“Is that not a good thing? It means you don’t have to look after me as much anymore and you can be your own person without having to drag a kid around everywhere.” You question, confused about why your dad was getting emotional over such a thing. In response, Bradley wrapped his other arm around you and tugged you impossibly closer, feeling as if he was holding the entire world in his arms. He may not have been holding the whole world in his arms. But he was holding his world. He then pressed another few kisses to the top of your head and ran a hand through your hair.

“You’ll understand one day, sweetheart.”

#justabigassnerd #justabigassnerd writes #top gun #top gun fic #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #rooster #rooster top gun #rooster x reader #rooster x daughter!reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x daughter!reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x daughter!reader #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader

478 notes · View notes

specialagentlokitty · 1 year

Text

Stiles x reader - who you are

it's such a cliché but could i ask for stiles x mikaelson!reader that doesn't know they're a mikaelson until they come strolling into town looking for a long lost family member? - Anon💜

You had traced what your mother had told you all the way back to beacon hills. The town she had grown up in, the town where she had met your father, the town she left when she found out she was pregnant.

She told you as much as she could remember before she passed away, and she gave you the keys to the house that she used to live in, saying she was waiting for you to grow older so she could give it to you.

Parking your car, you looked up at the house and sighed to yourself, taking a deep breath as you slowly walked up to it, unlocking the door and pushing it open.

You wanted to walk in, but you were frozen in place until you heard someone approaching.

“Excuse me, can I help you?”

You turned around, looking the older man up and down before you shook your head.

“Sorry, I’m just moving in is all.” You smiled a little.

“Oh I see, sorry. That house has been empty for years, I take care of it when I have the time, the original owned said she was coming back.”

You titled your head at him and pulled out your phone, taking the case off you pulled a photo and handed it over.

“Was this her?”

“Yeah, (M/N) (L/N), she was a friend of mine. Who are you?”

“(Y/N) (L/N), She’s my mother.”

“Right, right I remember her mentioning she was pregnant. Noah Stilinski, how is your mom? I’ve not seen her for a while.”

You recognised the name immediately, your mom had told you about him and how he was a good friend of hers and how he could be trusted and he’d take care of you.

You realised your hadn’t answered his questions and you quickly snapped back into reality.

You cleared your throat a little bit and looked away sadly.

“She Uhm.. she passed a few months ago…”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t know…”

You shook your head at him and walked down back towards your car as you grabbed one of the boxes.

“It’s fine, you didn’t know.”

“Let me help.”

You thanked him, and let him help you carry everything into the house.

Stilinski explained where everything was and gave you a small tour of the house since he looked after it.

He pulled out his keys and took another set off, holding them out to you.

“The spare keys your mom gave me, you should have them.”

You looked at the keys and shook your head with a smile.

“No, it’s fine you keep them. She trusted you with them for a reason, plus I have habit of loosing things so best not to have both sets.” You laughed a little.

He laughed as well and looked at his watched before gesturing to the door.

“Well I’ve got to make dinner, but you’re free to join if you’d like. I have a son about your age, maybe you’d get along.”

“Sure, it would be nice to meet a few people.”

You guys spoke a little bit while he cooked and you sat watching, he mentioned his son, stiles was at school, and that he’d be home soon.

“So… your dad… is he coming down too?” Stilinski asked.

“No… I don’t actually know who he is… that’s why I’m here. Mom said I could find out who he was here.”

Stilinski nodded his head as he put the food in the oven and turned around to face you.

“Well if you ever need anything just ask okay? Whether it’s shopping, housework, or finding more information about your dad, I’m happy to help.”

“Thanks Mr Stilinski.” You smiled.

You told him about your mom, and the things she had done and how she often talked about her friends back on beacon hills.

“Dad I’m home!”

“Stiles c’mere a sec!” He called.

You heard a bag being dropped, then a boy your age walked in.

Immediately his gaze went to you and he looked between you and his dad.

“This is (Y/N), I knew they’re mother, they’ve moved in next door I want you to make them feel welcome and help them with anything they need, got it?”

You watched as Stiles gulped a little, awkwardly looked away before he nodded his head, stuttering a small ‘sure thing’ before he rushed away.

His dad laughed and apologised on his sons behalf.

Dinner was slightly awkward, Stiles kept looking at you and when he finished eating he rushed away again.

“Do you want help Mr Stilinski?”

“No, not at all you’re a guest. Just sit down, relax I’m sure you’ve had a long day.”

“It’s fine sir, really.”

You walked over and helped him wash up before you excused yourself to go home.

Sleep never came, you simply sat up watching films on your laptop all night.

You never enrolled in the school, you stayed at home mostly going through everything your mom had sent you, and sometimes hanging out next door.

Over time you and styles had become closer, and he was introducing you to his friends when suddenly you were pushed backwards.

“Scott!” Stiles yelled.

The boy rushed over to help you up and you shook your head at him, letting him know you were okay.

“Stiles they’re not human!” Scott yelled.

“What?! Don’t be stupid!” Stiles yelled.

“I’m not! I can smell their scent, it’s not human! It’s actually kinda disgusting.”

You rolled your eyes, brushing the dirt from your jacket as you straightened it.

“Yours isn’t exactly pleasant either, but you’re right, I’m not human that’s true. But I’m not here to hurt anyone I swear to you!”

Scott crouched down, snarling at you, and Stiles backed away from between you both.

You looked over at Scott and his pack, sighing as you blinked, flashing your fangs and your eyes at them.

You dodged Scott as he tried to attack you, and you made absolutely no attempt to attack him back, you simply kept dodging as he tired himself out.

Once he had, you returned to normal, and gave him a little smile.

“Look, I swear I’m not here to hurt you, I’m sure you can’t heart my heartbeat, I’m not sure that I have one to be honest.”

“What are you then?”

“A vampire, from my fathers side.”

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” Alison asked, “to find your dad?”

You nodded your head as you pulled out your phone, showing them a picture of the man your mom and given you.

They all looked at it and you sighed to yourself.

“I don’t know who he is, but I know you’ve got some sort of supernatural problem going on, I’m happy to help you handle it if you want, in return all I ask is you let me stay here.”

They shared a look and Stiles stood by your side.

“Come on, I’ve known them since they moved here a few months ago, they’ve done nothing wrong. They’re really nice! Please?”

“Stiles.” Alison warned.

“Come on! They can help us! We’re not getting anywhere by ourselves.” He huffed.

They looked at you and watched as you wondered a little bit, hands stuffed in your pockets.

“Fine, but you have to follow my rules, if you make one mistake I want you gone.” Scott said coldly.

You nodded your head and walked over holding your hand out towards him.

He shook it and you smiled a little and Stiles who was grinning from ear to ear at you.

“Welcome to the pack!” He beamed.

“Thank you won’t regret it.”

Anything Scott asked or said you did without question, he was your leader, and you wanted him to be able to trust you.

And as the months went on he did, and you were a fully fledged member of his pack, you even enrolled into school at his request.

Stiles asked you to date him, and although you were hesitant, you agreed to and you told them everything you knew about what you were.

You helped them with their issue, and now they were helping you with yours.

You were all sat in your living room looking through old yearbooks and any photos and news articles you could find.

“Hey what was your dads name?” Scott asked.

You shrugged a little.

“I’ve no idea. My mom said he was a well known vampire, but that’s it.”

He nodded his head and showed you a photo that looked exactly like the photo you had of your dad.

It was an article about a murder, and that man was the main suspect and your heart sank a little bit.

“Is there a name?” Stiles asked.

“No, but that’s definitely the same man.” Alison said.

You nodded your head in agreement, it was definitely the same man, and you were slowly getting closer to who it was you were looking for.

You were nearly there, you just needed his name.

Looking at them all, you frowned and you reached out, taking Stiles by the hand as you gave it a small squeeze.

“What’s wrong?” He asked quietly.

“Stiles… you won’t leave me right? If my father is a bad person, regardless of who he is or what he’s done you won’t see me any different will you?”

“Of course not, you’re not your father (Y/N), you’re different. Just because he’s your father doesn’t mean you’re anything like him, okay?”

You nodded your head and rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as you listened to them debate theories about your father

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf x you #teen wolf imagine #stiles #stiles x reader #stiles x you #stiles imagine #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinski #stiles Stilinski x reader #stiles Stilinski x you #stiles Stilinski imagine

478 notes · View notes