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dudeitiskarev · 14 days

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It’s just you and me | Aaron Hotchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x female reader

Summary: Aaron misses you, and a cabin in the woods is the best place to show you how much

Word count: 1.8k

Tags/warnings: mentions of food consumption; established relationship; porn without plot (18+ only please. Minors do not interact); smut: hand job; nipple play; hot tub unprotected sex; lots of praise <3; not edited, just short and nasty.

Author’s note: I wanted to write something hot and also fluffy and I came up with this. Also thank you to everyone who shared their thoughts! They were all very inspiring (and interesting) even though I’m a very vanilla type of girl as you’ll see 😭 anyway, I hope you enjoy this little ride (ha!).

MASTERLIST

Aaron thought the best way to compensate for being away for an entire week because of a case was to take you to a cabin in the woods for the weekend.

Cases didn’t take that long to solve, and it had affected you more than you’d like to admit. It was more than him being away, though. It was the uncertainty of not knowing if he was safe. You’d found yourself counting every hour, a clock ticking at the back of your head. Long-distance phone calls helped—they calmed the anxiety—but as soon as it ended, you missed him even more and the clock started ticking again.

But he was here now, with you, in an outdoor hot tub surrounded by nothing but nature and lost in time.

"Thank you for cooking dinner," you said, gripping his thigh underwater. You were sitting next to him, letting the bubbles massage your back but you missed him, so you thought it was best if you straddled him, scooting a little closer to prop one leg over his thigh.

He got your signal and helped you hop on his lap. "I had to give you the whole experience," he said, adjusting you by your thighs and planting a sweet kiss on your bare shoulder. “I wanted to,” he corrected himself.

You brushed your thumbs over his brows. He’d come back with a slight cut over his left brow.

You kissed him there. "It’s very nice, thank you.”

One of his hands rested flat on your lower spine while the other was a little higher, his arms acting as the back of a chair, almost, his lap the perfect place to sit on.

It was rewarding seeing him like this, so relaxed and surrendered to peace. You wished you could freeze this moment, for his peace and because of the way he looked. Shirtless. Wet. Handsome. It wasn’t so hard to admit that the scar added a little more to it.

“You know what would make this experience even better?" you darkened the way you looked at him.

He hummed, raising his brows and mirroring your smirk. He knew exactly what you meant.

“Dirty, dirty sex,” you murmured next to his ear.

“Someone’s horny,” he laughed, scanning your face up and down. A laugh that gave you thousands of butterflies.

“I’m ovulating.” Your cheeks grew hot. “I think.”

“That’s… good to know.” He raised his brows as he spoke. It was cute how after all these years he still got flustered.

“And that cut over your brow is not helping,” you confessed.

“That tells me that you like seeing me hurt,” he teased again.

“Never.” You pecked him on the lips. “But picturing taking down a bad guy is… it does something to me.”

You kissed him again. Once. Twice. Three times until he parted his mouth, allowing the kiss to intensify.

You pulled back a bit. His eyes had darkened too.

“C’mere.” He cupped your face and brought you closer to kiss you again, this time sweeping his tongue over your top lip.

God, the way he kissed you when no one was around should be illegal. Because it wasn’t only his tongue, it was the shameless groans he gradually let out the more the kiss intensified; the way he bucked his hips upwards so you could feel how hard each kiss made him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and slowly began to grind him, rubbing your heat against his, the thin fabric of your bikin the only thing keeping you apart (he was completely naked since he forgot to pack his swimsuit. Not that it mattered when it was just the two of you).

The kiss grew hotter, and so did the small waves around you as you slowly began to move your hips more rubbing yourself over his growing erection. You sneaked one hand between you two to feel him and your mouth started watering at the same time your cunt clenched over nothing.

You wanted him inside. Mouth or cunt. You just needed him.

“Mmm,” you moaned into his mouth, gripping the back of his head with one hand while the other pumped his cock up and down.

He let go of your lips to pepper your cheeks with softer kisses, down to your chin and jaw. “Just like that. Don’t stop.” He moved his kisses to your neck and then chest, trailing them over the squishy exposed skin of your breasts. “God, I love you so much.” He bit your hard nipple over the thin fabric of your bikini.

You smiled big, ready to let him love you. “Mmm, I love you too.”

His breathing grew heavy, warming up your skin with each breath as he used one finger to drag your bikini to the side, exposing your whole left breast, and leaving the other for later. He suctioned your hard nub and you could hold back a small whimper.

Your arousal was leaking through your panties. You were so ready to take him already, but you knew how much he liked taking his time on you. Enjoying your body. Touching you. Licking you. Biting you. He was an amazing boyfriend and an even better lover, so you were patient.

“Let’s take this off,” he said, undoing the knot of your bikini on your back while you undid the one behind your neck, leaving your chest bare right on his face. He took the other nipple into his mouth and hummed as he did.

You whined again, shutting your eyes to feel it. You never stopped moving your hand around his erection which was fully hard. So ready for you to sit on.

“God, I can’t get enough of you,” he panted.

You laughed a little through the pleasure. “You and me both.”

You opened your eyes and captured the perfect image. The sun was setting, painting everything around in a pretty shade of orange.

“Sunset,” you barely managed to say.

But he couldn’t care less. He turned your head to him by your chin and captured your mouth with an open-mouth kiss, taking your breath away. He sneaked one hand between your legs and crept one finger from the side of your bikini, massaging your folds. He smiled. You could feel how damp and slippery you were down there.

“Should we move to the bed inside?” He suggested. “I really want to feel how wet you are. The water is taking it away from me.”

You shook your head. “Here’s perfect. Fuck me right here.”

You just couldn’t wait any longer. You undid the knots of your bikini bottom and threw it away. Now he had you fully naked on top of him and the tip of his cock grazed your sensitive spot.

He turned into a starving man and in a second he lined himself over your entrance, teasing you moving his cock up and down between your slick folds.

A soft frown took over his face as his lips parted. “Want me to fuck you now?” He pushed the head slightly inside, just to withdraw it a second later.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Please.”

Please please, please.

“Oh, honey.” He hissed between clenched teeth, lining himself again, and with your help, he slid halfway in.

He was so thick you let out a startled gasp that he kindly caught with a kiss. Slowly, you began to move. Back and forth. Up and down. Side to side. Everywhere just to make him fit properly until he was balls deep.

“There, right there,” he praised you. “Oh, honey. You feel incredible.” His head landed on your shoulder.

You lifted his head back up, making him look at you. He was the most beautiful and vulnerable creature during sex. Dark eyes. Parted mouth. Soft frown.

“It’s like you were made for me.” He slightly shook his head like he couldn’t quite believe it. “So perfect.”

You stayed still to get used to his size, and he was patient, dotting kisses all over until you decided to move again. You withdrew your hips and bucked them back, that first pump sending an exquisite rush through you.

“You’re so big,” you panted, clinging more onto his body.

You found the perfect position there—heart to heart, nose to nose—and you began to move your hips up and down. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth to bite back a moan.

“Let me hear you,” he said, capturing your lips into a wet kiss. “There’s no one around. It’s just you and me.”

He met every thrust, and you couldn’t not obey. You whimpered, whined, and moaned with each delicious and violent move. He threw his head back in pleasure, closing his eyes and knitting his brows together as if he were in pain. Then he gripped your hips tight, digging his fingers into your skin to stop you from moving.

He was about to come, and he didn’t want to just yet.

“Hold on,” he breathed out, going back to look at you. There was a faint smirk on his face. “Shit.”

You didn’t move, but tightened your walls around him, just to tease him a bit.

“Honey,” he threw his head back again in pain.

You leaned forward, kissing the side of his chin. “Look at me.”

He did, chest heaving in and out. You traced random lines over his wet chest with one hand—waiting for him to recover— and with the other you pinched your nipples.

An evil grin tugged at the corner of his lip.

“Like what you see?” you began to rock your hips again.

Your clit rubbed perfectly over his pubic bone, and it didn’t take much time for the pleasure to start building.

“I’m gonna come,” you leaned forward, murmuring close to his lips. “You want me to come?”

“God, yes.” He enveloped you with his strong arms.

You bounced on top of him desperately, making the water splash everywhere. You clinged onto the edge of the tub and didn’t stop. Your hips just wouldn’t stop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You bit your bottom lip, looking down on him.

He was looking up through his dark eyelashes, waiting for your orgasm.

The pleasure lingered on your walls around his cock for a moment until you finally let go, allowing the fireworks rush through you. Your toes curled, your hips twitched, your breath shook. You came, hard. So hard you couldn’t hold back any sound. You were loud, as loud as he liked you to be.

You leaned down and cooed onto the crook of his neck, “Fuck, Aaron, oh— mmm,” leaving a gentle love bite there.

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s it.” His cock began to twitch inside you and the rocking motion of his hips under you turned reckless. He laughed a little as he came, and he held you tight, so tight, cupping your face with one hand and groaning and moaning into a desperate kiss.

His breath turned shaky as he came out of his high and you remained on top of him, with him still inside you. Looking into those beautiful coffee-colored eyes.

“I love you,” you kissed him on the lips. “I don’t want the weekend to end,” you confessed.

Aaron smiled. “What if I told you today is only the beginning of my two-week mandatory vacation?”

A soft breeze arose around you, pebbling your skin with goosebumps. You were so ready to feel that every single night for two whole weeks.

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storiesforthemoonchild · 3 months

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Ice Princess | Alessia Russo x Reader

the pwhl player I fancied was Sarah Nurse(I have such a type smh). anyway, this request. to my Lessi girls I know it's been forever please forgive me and enjoy :)

“Aw look at wifey cheering you on,” your teammate bumps your shoulder, gesturing towards your girlfriend. Alessia, claps proudly from the sidelines after you score during practice.

You send her a wink and her cheeks, already pink from the cold, turn a deep red. “At least I can keep one,” you bite back.

“Well if it makes me as soft as you’ve gotten, I’m good to stay single,” she tells you, skating away as the scrimmage restarts after your goal.

You huff annoyed with the constant mocking from your teammates ever since Alessia arrived in New York a week ago. Of course you were going to be in a better mood after seeing her for the first time in months. It was like every small thing you did to show affection lost you a bit more respect on the ice. The frustration rises as you skate towards the middle ice to restart the practice scrimmage.

You don’t look Alessia’s way knowing the moment you do that those soft blue eyes would melt you, and that’s the last thing you needed. “Lessibear is looking hot today,” another teammate says as she glides past you with a bump to the shoulder. You try to contain it, but you see red and set your target. Completely ignoring the puck that’s sliding your way, you body check your teammate into the glass causing an uproar.

Whistle’s blow from the coaches as the team rushes to separate the shoving match that ensued from you losing your temper. You were usually pretty mild mannered, but there was only so much you could take. You drew the line at someone looking at Alessia in ways only you should. “Alright that’s enough for the day, everyone cool it,” your coach announces giving you a stern look.

A few of your teammates give you sympathetic pats to your back as they head towards the locker room while the others shoot daggers. It happens you weren’t too worried that it would cause any issues, you all lost your temper sometimes, and all would be forgotten by the next practice.

When you finally feel brave enough you look in Alessia’s direction, the worry etched on her face dissolving into a soft smile when she finally catches your eye. You follow her towards the opening in the rink and both take a seat as you toss your gear aside. “What was all that?” The blonde chuckles, stroking a hand through your hair.

“You’re mine and you look beautiful today,” you tell her, pulling her into your lips for a searing kiss. Your cold hands sneaking under her coat makes her flinch before you both laugh and pull away. “Sorry you had to see that.”

Alessia shrugs, bringing her hand up to cup your cheek, “are you okay?” You nod, the embarrassment of what you did setting in as you realize the teasing will only intensify after the rest of the team realizes what set you off. It was all in good fun, you knew you were being overly sensitive, but you would always be protective over Alessia. “What did she do?”

You move away from her hold as a blush sets in your cheeks, “nothing.” Alessia fixes you with her signature look and you roll your eyes. “She said you look hot and she called you Lessibear,” you mumble out embarrassed.

Alessia laughs and shoves you playfully, “please don’t tell me that’s the real reason you got mad.” You groan, burying your head into your hands. “My sensitive girl,” she coos.

“Only I can call you Lessibear,” you whine, wrapping your arms around her waist. “Are you ready for your lesson?”

The excitement takes over Alessia’s features as she reaches for the skates behind her. You had been promising her for the last week you would teach her how to skate. The striker was confident she was the next big thing to come, even having never stepped on the ice before. “Help me,” Alessia fumbles with the skates at her feet.

You chuckle, squatting down to help her slide her feet into the skates and lacing them up tightly for her. Alessia bounces in her spot with her fingers threading through your hair, “Ready?” She nods enthusiastically as you grip her hands and pull her up along with you.

You honestly didn’t have much faith in her abilities with the knowledge of how clumsy the blonde was. Her legs wobble the moment she rises and she squeezes your hands tightly. “Do not let me fall or no cuddles tonight,” she says firmly, looking you in the eyes.

“Baby that’s not fair,” you pout, placing your hands along her waist to hold her steady. “I won’t let you fall, but if you do I’ll be there to help you up.”

You struggle to maneuver the both of you to the ice with the vice grip she has on you, “hold me tighter.” Alessia grasps onto every inch of you she can reach frantically as you pull her along. You guide her to the center of the rink, where the ice was smooth. "Okay, first things first, find your balance. Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart."

Alessia copies your stance, her eyes fixed on her feet as if they were going to move on their own accord. "Good, now bend your knees slightly. It'll help you keep balance," you pat at your thigh with one hand to show her what you mean.

She followed suit, her movements stiff and cautious. As you begin to shuffle forward, you hold her hands for support. The initial steps were shaky, with Alessia gripping your hand like a lifeline. “Do NOT let go,” she warns as you drop one hand from her grip and she wags it frantically in front of her.

“Okay, okay. I am right here, you are doing great love,” you cheer her on, as you drag her along the rink attempting to ease her nerves.

It’s thirty minutes later that she feels comfortable enough to drop one of your hands so you can skate side by side. You watch the thrill in Alessia’s eyes as she glides beside you in amusement. You squeeze her hand hoping to pull her eyes off her own shuffling feet for a moment to meet yours. Her head turns to you, the gleeful expression makes your smile grow even wider. “This is so fun, I should’ve been a figure skater.”

“You are amazing, my love. Should I give you a twirl?” You joke but the striker's head nods furiously in excitement. A laugh nearly knocks you to the ground as you bring you both to a stop. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, come on then. Don’t be scared,” Alessia eggs you on.

“Fine then, feet close together,” you instruct, readying yourself to fulfill her wishes. It was a bad idea, and you knew it the moment you began to attempt to turn her body. Alessia was the clumsiest, most uncoordinated athlete you’ve ever met, it was bound to be a disaster. You were doing all the work, all the girl had to do was let you pull her along, but no.

She begins to shuffle her feet, thus sending both of you tumbling to the ice. Alessia lets out an almost comical screech as you attempt to pull her on top of your padded body to take the brunt of the fall to no avail. She looks at you with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open in offense as she swats at your shoulder. A grin breaks across your face before the two of you are in a fit of giggles next to each other.

“You did that on purpose,” she accuses, once again shoving your shoulder. You can’t control the laughs falling from your mouth causing Alessia to pout, a blush of embarrassment setting in. “Baby stop laughing, that hurt,” she whines.

You grip at your stomach in an attempt to settle yourself, “I know I know. I am sorry love. Come on, let's get you up.” You pull yourself up before grabbing her off the ice and fussing over making sure she is okay. You kiss at her cheeks in apology until the pout fades from her face. “I think that’s enough practice for today. Ready to go home Ice Princess?”

Alessia rolls her eyes before nodding in defeat, and she’s back to grabbing at you for security as you guide her back to safety. “I was doing really good until you pushed me,” she whines once back on ice-free ground.

You kneel in front of her as she flops dramatically on the bleacher and you begin to untie her laces for her, “ I didn’t push you Less. You better not tell the girls that.”

Alessia smirks, knowing Leah would have your head if she thought you’d done a bit of harm to their sweet Lessi. “It felt like a push,” she shrugs, resting a hand on top of your head as you tug off the skates. “I had fun. Thank you for teaching me, baby.”

“Of course, anything to make my girl happy. You did great, we will keep practicing and maybe when you retire from soccer you have a career in figure skating,” you tease.

Alessia scoffs, “it’s football and I could do that.” The look of actual contemplation makes you chuckle.

“Okay Ice Princess we will see. Hang tight, I’m going to change and we can go,” you peck her forehead and head to the locker room.

You are grateful that it is empty, your teammates long gone. You quickly change not wanting to make Alessia wait and gather your things. As you are walking back you check your phone, coming to a screeching halt just before you reach the blonde.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” She asks, taking in the distraught look on your face. You have no words, just sheer embarrassment washing over you as you read through your team group chat. You stretch your arm out to her and she grabs your phone, her face morphing into an amused grin. “Oh my, these are so cute.”

Your team flooded the chat with pictures and videos of the two of you struggling to skate around the rink. Your eyes glued lovingly on your girlfriend the whole time, bringing on the insufferable teasing. “You make me soft. I’ll never live this down babe,” you pout, finally pulling Alessia’s attention from the phone.

“Aw, who cares? We look adorable and you love me so much. Look at those heart eyes,” she swoons, waving the phone in your face.

You groan, burying your face in her neck as she wraps her arms around you, “I do love you, very much.”

“Good, off we go then. Ice Princess is tired from a hard day's work,” she gives you a tight squeeze before pulling away. You look down at your phone once again but this time you can’t help but smile. The pictures were cute and seeing Alessia smile would always be worth a bit of teasing from the girls. Your little Ice Princess trudging along like a newborn deer was officially your favorite thing in the world.

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seivsite · 10 months

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includes: il dan heng x gn!reader. spoilers cause it’s dan heng, there’s some possessiveness but the good kind, popped this out of my brain at 1am so not proofread + unedited — wc: 161

Thinking about IL Dan Heng, who struggles to keep his Vidyadhara instincts under control. Whenever you’re around, he becomes possessive, concerned about your interactions, particularly when it comes to engaging with the wrong people.

He’s the type to wrap his tail around your waist, pulling you away from those who annoy him and distract your attention from him.

He’s the kind of person who kisses you passionately until you’re breathless, and even when you beg or whine to him to let you breathe, it only seems to intensify his desire to keep kissing you.

He often leaves possessive marks on your neck and collarbone, perhaps driven by his instincts.

He’s also very protective of his dragon-like features such as his horns, tail, and sharp teeth, allowing only you to touch them because you’re his one and only beloved.

He loves being the big spoon and cuddling you tightly, using not only his arms but also his tail wrapped around your body.

NOTES. love the fact all my dan heng works are spoilers! listen il dan heng and dan heng are TWO different people i love the idea of il dan heng more cause there are more potential in my brain for some reason—anyway hope u like it dan heng lovers~

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authorhjk1 · 6 months

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Halloween Interlude:

The archer and the heiress

Tiffany Young X Kim Taeyeon X Male Reader

Shoot! I completely forgot!"

The woman lying next to you lifts her head off your chest.

"What?"

"I have to go to the party today."

She sits up, looking around for clothes she could put on. You remember that she was already missing her dress by the time you reached her living room. Her panties must be in that area as well, while her bra is dangling on the doorknob of her bedroom door.

"When does it start?"

"9 pm."

Your watch says it's 7.

"Relax, Tiffany. You have more than enough time."

You pull her back onto the mattress and your chest.

"I have to clean this place, though."

"Why? You said the party is at your friend's place."

"Yeah. But another friend of mine is gonna pick me up."

"Don't worry about it."

You have your own meeting to attend to, which means, you don't have all the time in the world either. But with a beauty like Tiffany next to you, there is no way you leave, unless it's absolutely necessary.

You kiss her forehead, while sneaking your hand under the cover. The two of you are still naked after your little session a couple of minutes ago.

"Yes. Right there."

Tiffany sighs as you fingers find her clit. You lazily draw small circles on it, while kissing the top of her head. Her own fingers trace along the outlines of your abs.

"A little harder."

You do as she says, making her squirm underneath the sheets.

After your night with IU, you realized that there are mutual benefits for sleeping with older women. You still learn something everytime. Ahin appreciates it as well, since she is mainly the one whom you experiment on afterwards.

"God, yes."

Tiffany coos as you slip a finger inside her honey pot.

"No, No. Stop. I have to get dressed."

She attempts to pull your arm out from underneath the sheets.

"You know this going to take only a minute."

You earn another moan as a second finger joins the first.

"And how are you going to get off then?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"I have to take a shower anyways, before I leave."

"That's not fair."

"You are the one who is telling me to leave."

"No. I-I'm not. Fuck."

Tiffany feels her body starting to heat up. The warm feeling in her core intensifies as you curl your fingers.

"God. I thought you too well."

You chuckle as you feel her press her face into your chest.

This is the second time in one week you are lying in her bed. And it seems to pay off.

Her legs shuffle around, making her feet peak out from underneath her white covers. You see them curling, her toes digging into the mattress.

Keeping your pace, it doesn't take long for Tiffany to orgasm. A deep moan, a small wave that's rushing through her body and she is lying next to you, like she did before.

Your chest is a little wet as Tiffany is still breathing heavily. The two of you lie next to each other in silence once more.

A couple of moments later, the doorbell rings.

"Oh, shit! That's her."

This time, you don't stop Tiffany from getting up. Instead, you enjoy the sight of her flawless body. She opens her wardrobe, taking out a bathrobe. She ties the satin belt around her waist as she turns around.

Tiffany's cleavage is on display, the turquoise robe barely hiding her chest.

"Towels are underneath the sink."

You nod in appreciation, before watching her leave the room and close the door.

Checking your phone, you read the message Ahin send you.

"I feel bad that you have to work tonight. I will make it up to you, when I'm back home."

You are typing your response, when she sends you another text.

"Are you still at Tiffany's? I hope you are enjoying yourself before the meeting."

"Thank you, babe. I'm having a great time. I will see you tonight."

Putting your phone back on Tiffany's nightstand, you throw the sheets off your body. While you make your way to her bathroom, you hear Tiffany and another woman chat in the living room. Since the door to the bathroom is in her bedroom, you don't even have to leave it.

Closing the door behind you, you search for her towels.

Meanwhile:

"What are you doing, Tif? We are leaving in a couple of minutes."

The younger woman scoffs at the older one.

"Is that your costume? It's not very original, is it?"

"Better than your robe. What are you dressed up as? A slut?"

"No. My costume is in my bathroom."

"Get dressed then."

Tiffany rolls her eyes.

"You know where the drinks are. Knock yourself out."

The younger woman leaves to get dressed.

Hearing the door open, you turn off the water. You are done anyways. When you are about to ask Tiffany for your clothes, you remember where you left them.

"What is it?"

"I left my clothes in your living room."

Tiffany's eyes widen.

"No problem. I'm gonna get them."

You stop her by holding onto her arm.

"It's fine. I can get them myself."

"But-"

You shut her up by kissing her lips.

"Get dressed."

Closing the door behind you, you tie her blue towel around your waist. Luckily it's more than big enough to cover your lower body, even reaching your knees.

Entering Tiffany's living room, you stop in your tracks. The woman that is leaning against the counter looks stunning, to say the least.

Her long black dress falls onto the floor, while it shows off her naked shoulders. Silver hair flows down her back and shoulders, decorated with pearls. Her glasses look quite interesting, but your main focus lies on the weapon in her hand. A silver bow, at least half as long as she is tall. You get a glimpse of her quiver, before you realize that she is holding something else in her left hand.

Your red tie.

She must have heard you come in, because she looks up. A small smile plays on her lips.

Her eyes are locked on yours, before they start to travel down your body. Kim Taeyeon's gaze wonders over your biceps, chest and abs. You see her biting her lower lip, once she reaches your towel. You feel proud of your body. The hundreds of hours spent in the gym were worth it.

"Drop your towel."

You expected everything. Except this. Maybe a hello. Or a compliment. Or "what the hell are you doing here?". But not this.

Too surprised to answer, you stay in place like a scarecrow.

Taeyeon sighs, before putting your tie on the counter. She walks up to you slowly, keeping eye contact with you through her glasses.

"So you are the reason, why Tiffany is late?"

"I-I guess so."

Now you know, why she was in such a hurry to get dressed earlier.

"I told you to drop it."

Taeyeon let's her bow fall onto the sofa next to you.

After hesitating for a moment, you do as she says. As the towel hits the floor, she takes a step closer.

"No wonder Tiffany didn't tell me about you. I wouldn't want to share you, too."

"I'm not an object, you know?"

Tiffany wasn't as dominant during your first encounter. Yes, she did make you take her in her car. But afterwards, she became a little softer. She likes to switch between dominant and submissive.

But as Taeyeon puts her hand around your throat, you realize that she is probably the most dominant woman you have been with.

The pearls on her hand slightly dig into your skin. You have no trouble breathing yet.

"As of now, you are mine."

Still too bamboozled to speak, you let her other hand explore your chest and abs.

"Tiffany is gonna take a while. Which means we have time for a quick fuck."

You are still in awe at how confident she is. Taeyeon is way smaller and petite than you. But she still holds power over you, like you never expected.

At first, you want to decline. Just out of principle. For some reason, Taeyeon is too dominant for your taste. And yet, you find yourself kind of intrigued.

Since you saw Tiffany's body just a few moments ago, you can't help but compare. And you have to say, Taeyeon isn't lacking behind in anything at all. Her dress stretches a little over her chest, making her breasts look slightly bigger than they probably are. Her flawless, white skin is decorated with pearls, while her eye makeup compliments her hair.

She looks just as beautiful as she looks intimidating. Especially with that bow and quiver of hers. The way she stares up at you, makes you jump into action.

Wanting to kiss her red lips, you lean down. Taeyeon almost makes you choke as she strengthens her grip.

"No kissing, toy."

Without breaking eye contact, she reaches down, touching your dick.

"This is the only part of your body that I want inside of me."

The situation is utterly ridiculous to you. This small woman has wrapped you around her finger like a plaything. With ease, she pushes you against the wall.

"Pick me up."

Taeyeon strokes your cock, making sure you are able to make use of the short time you have.

"Pick me up and nail me into the wall."

You reach underneath her dress, expecting her to take her hand off your throat. Instead, Taeyeon straightens her back fully, making it easier for you to pick her up.

Looking down, you see the hem of her dress still grazing the floor. The soft skin of her thighs in your hands makes you as hard as you need to be. Taeyeon reaches into her dress, guiding your cock towards her entrance. You shouldn't be surprised she isn't wearing anything underneath.

"Now give it to me."

She presses her forehead against yours as you feel your tip part her folds.

"Give it to me good."

This would have been motivation enough already. But hearing Tiffany rummaging around in the room behind you finally brakes your composure.

You pull Taeyeon onto your cock, her body as leight as a feather. Her wet pussy makes way for your dick as you sink into her.

"That's what I'm talking about."

Taeyeon coos as she feels your hard shaft slowly filling her snatch.

"Now turn around, toy."

You do as she says. Both of her hands are now at the back of your neck as you push her back against the wall.

"Fuck yes."

Taeyeon sighs as you lift her up, before dropping her again. Like she requested, you start to nail her into the wall. Her small body gets thrown up and down with every thrust.

"Harder!"

You pull her further onto your cock, making her take every inch. Her nails dig into the back of your neck as you bounce her up and down.

"Be rougher!"

By now, you almost feel like you throw Taeyeon into the air, before impaling her with your shaft. You drive yourself deeper and deeper into her everytime you pull her onto your cock. Her pussy is tight and wet, consuming your dick with an unsatisfiable hunger.

"Tell mommy how good her pussy feels."

"Your pussy feels so good."

You start talking, before even realizing what she called herself.

"It's so warm. So tight. It's the best."

"That's a good boy!"

Taeyeon sounds like she is out of breath, although you are the one carrying her. The volume of her moans increase with every second. You feel her dress hugging the both of you as you fuck it's owner into her friend's wall.

"Oh god! That's one good cock!"

Taeyeon's hands fall off your neck as you start to drive her towards the end. Her pussy tightens around you, her body trying to get as much friction out of you as possible.

"Make mommy cum!"

Her nails now scratch the white wall behind her. Taeyeon's face contorts in pleasure.

"God!"

Her pussy clenches around your cock as she orgasms on your dick. The tension leaves her body, while her eyes are wide open. Just like her mouth.

"What-"

Tiffany chooses this exact moment to enter the living room. She stops in the doorframe at the sight right next to her.

You, standing completely naked in her living room, driving her friend into her wall like you would a nail. Her friend, still recovering from her orgasm, hanging in your arms.

In return, you can't take your eyes off of Tiffany. You are not exactly sure what that costume is supposed to be, but it's definitely working for her.

Her white top looks like a combination of jacket and bra, showing a deep cut into her cleavage. The matching skirt is open in the front, revealing white shorts. Being this close to her, you can see the outlines of her pussy lips. Her long black hair cascades down over her right shoulder. While the rings on her fingers do make her look elegant, the sunglasses on her head seem a little over the top.

"Are you serious, Tae?"

"What?"

"Couldn't you have waited until like, after the party?"

"No way. He would be gone by then."

"That's true."

You agree with Taeyeon, but shut up, when you see Tiffany's stare.

"To be honest, I liked you robe costume better."

"Do you now?"

The younger woman crosses her arms in front of her chest while looking at the older one.

"Yeah. I still don't get what you are supposed to be."

"That's because I'm not done yet. I wanted to know what was going on, after hearing some noises."

"And what are you supposed to be?"

You feel your arms getting tired while listening to the two women.

"A rich heiress who was bitten by a vampire."

Taeyeon raises an eyebrow.

"I see. So you are wearing that, plus vampire teath and some blood on your face?"

"Better than your outfit from your own MV."

"Girls,...."

You try to put Taeyeon down, who gracefully steps out of your embrace.

"I really love both of your outfits, but I gotta go now. I have a meeting coming up."

"A meeting on Halloween?"

Tiffany laughs.

"Your life sucks."

Your eyes flicker between the two of them. Not really.

Walking away to find your clothes, you hear Taeyeon chuckle behind you.

"Who said I'm done with you yet?"

"What?"

You turn back around.

"There is still one thing I'm missing."

She walks towards you, taking a hold of your hard cock once more. You know what it is, but you wait for her to say it.

Instead, Tiffany steps up.

"Do you have to do this now?"

"Yes. And you do too."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Taeyeon focuses back on you.

"Since you are going to cum inside of me anyways, I'm gonna let you choose. Who do you want to fuck first? Me? Or that bratty heiress?"

"Hey. I just got changed and..."

Taeyeon takes Tiffany's arm and pulls her forward. The younger woman stumbles and lands in your arms.

"Bratty heiress it is."

You don't want to anger Tiffany and yet Taeyeon's stare makes you act immediately.

In a blink, you push Tiffany onto the sofa. She lands on her stomach, her sunglasses fall off at the impact. Leaning over her, you hike up her skirt, taking a good look at her firm ass.

"Take her."

Following Taeyeon's command, you peel Tiffany's shorts off of her.

"Stop it. I have to..."

Taeyeon stuffs Tiffany's mouth with a black thong. Now you remember, where you threw it a couple of hours ago.

"Less talking, more moaning."

You are now sitting on her legs, slightly pushing her ass cheeks apart. Tiffany's pussy looks even more beautiful in this position than usual. You guide your still hard cock towards her snatch, before slowly penetrating her.

You hear Tiffany's muffled protests, but you don't care as soon as you feel her wetness.

"Good boy. Now fuck the shit out of her."

Taeyeon is sitting in the armchair across from you, her hand underneath her dress.

"Mommy wants to see how she looks when she cums."

You take that as a challenge.

Tiffany's face sinks into the cotton of her sofa as you start to pound her. Her pussy feels even tighter in this position, making it even more pleasurable for you. Her elegant, bratty aura is quickly replaced by a mumbling mess.

The thong in her mouth works wonders. You can't understand a word as you fuck her hard.

"Listen to her moaning."

Taeyeon sighs, her hand moving at the same rhythm as you.

"I told her not to hide it from me, when she finds someone great to play with."

Her lips are slightly open, even when she isn't speaking.

"That's her punishment now. I hope she learns from it."

Holding her by her waist, you push Tiffany's body further into the mattress as you keep pounding her from above. You feel her feet kick against your back as her pussy becomes wetter and wetter. Her moans turn into screams, which even the thong can't quiet. And a couple of thrusts later, Tiffany is forced to orgasm on her sofa.

Her juices immediately stain the cotton as you feel her pussy clench around you. After having fucked Taeyeon before, you feel your own orgasm approaching. Tiffany's tight walls aren't of any help at all, when you try not to cum.

"Lie on the ground."

Taeyeon is already standing, ready for you to follow her order.

You lie down after leaving an angry, but satisfied Tiffany.

"Time for your cum, toy. Cum in me."

Taeyeon straddles you, already guiding your tip towards her entrance. A second later, you are inside of her again. While Tiffany is tighter, although that might have been the position, Taeyeon is definitely wetter. You feel her juices running down your shaft as she teases her folds with your tip.

"God, you are hard."

No surprise there, you think to yourself as you feel Taeyeon lowering herself onto you. You still don't see much, due to her long dress. Her pussy feels heavenly nevertheless.

Taeyeon starts to ride you, while you lie on Tiffany's carpet. The younger woman starts to fix her "costume", while you have to do your best to not shoot your load right now.

"You are such a good boy. Good fucking toy."

Taeyeon moans and moans. Filth after filth spills out of her mouth as she rocks her body on top of you. You hold her waist through her dress, making sure she can focus on her steady rhythm.

"You are nothing like a little toy to me. A plaything to cum on, whenever I want."

Taeyeon sighs heavily, her cheeks flushed.

All those accessories in her hair sparkle in the light as they bounce up and down in tandem with her body.

"Fuck."

You sigh, knowing you are close. Taeyeon feels you twitching inside of her.

"Yeah! Cum in me. Fill my pussy with that cum of yours!"

She picks up her pace, making you see stars. Her body moves back and forth, up and down. She does anything to make you cum inside of her.

"Give mommy your cum! Cum for me, toy!"

You groan as you finally release your load.

Taeyeon feels how you paint her insides white as her pussy contracts around you. A small orgasm rushes through her body, making her pussy milk your cock for everything you got.

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Happy Halloween in advance! Hope you enjoy this one. The next proper chapter is already on its way.

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #girls generation #snsd #taeyeon #tiffany #halloween

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artycomicfangirl · 10 months

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Well! Since my M&L Luigi and Daisy pic, a couple of you also managed to wonder about what Mario and Peach would look like as a duo.

Well, here they are! Firebrand and…Skyveil?

I know many associate Peach with heart and love powers. But I figured if we were to go with the elemental approach, some suggested that Sky/Weather/Wind might be suitable!

- For one reason, because Peach was always known to be floaty. But also because I based this idea from the Joyful cyclone abilities in super Princess Peach.

- Also the reason why I didn’t choose water as a pure element. Is because in general, water extinguishes fire. Permanently.

However, Wind has both the ability to snuff out a burning candle. Yet also be used to move and intensify a flame. Peach is the one who can calm our hero. Yet, she can be one of his biggest supports!

- If Peach had clouds included into her powers, she can use them to hide things within for surprise attacks. Including…lighting bolts. See what I’m getting at?

Being able to control wind/clouds, she may indirectly affect the weather. What if it rains? She can help plants grow, right?

Funnily enough, i had multiple name ideas for Peach’s What-If powers. A couple of the few I’ve picked:

- Skyveil (I found out There is actually a type of wedding veil called a Sky Veil. And I thought since Peach sometimes does wear wedding dresses. I picked this)

- Skysign

- Skyscript

- Gale Glyph

- Breeze Heart

- Weather Veil

Anyways, that’s it for my headcanon ramblings today! Hope you like it!

#fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #art #nintendo #super mario #the super mario bros movie #princess peach #Mario #mario rpg

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leathfaic · 8 months

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Ghost is a man who never needed to do much to draw attention when he goes clubbing. His impressive frame ensures he gets plenty of attention. That natural air of authority honed over years as a commanding officer ensuring he has his space if he wants it, unwanted approaches stopped before they even begin.

Still lots of eyes stick to him casually leaning against the bar. Always had an easy pick of those brave enough to approach him. Even before the scars in his face he attracted a certain type, the twinks that wanted to be thrown around, bears wanting to play with someone in their own weight class they weren't sure they could out-wrestle and everyone in between who just likes tall, strong blondes. Ever since the scars that has only intensified, might be that he loses out on some vain types, but the daredevils flock to him even more now.

So really he can't complain. He's not the biggest fan of the places, avoids scrungy punky ones altogether for very personal reasons, but they serve their purpose. Finding a quick lay mostly. Sometimes just enjoying a space where he's not the only gay man for miles and miles.

When he starts to go clubs with Soap though, it becomes a very different experience.

First of all he's not looking to take anyone home or to a convenient dark corner.

No, he's here because Johnny likes dancing and what Johnny wants he usually gets. Simon could never deny him anything.

So there is no one Ghost is looking at but Soap. And bloody fucking hell it is worth looking.

Johnny's easy confidence bleeds off of him and mixed with his natural charm he commands the entire rooms attention. His body helps, sure, sculpted muscles barely hidden by a mesh shirt and jeans so tight there's nothing left to the imagination, but there's plenty of good looking men around.

None of them carry themselves like Soap does though.

He watches as Soap enters the dance floor, seeming to melt into the beat. Dancing as effortlessly as he cleans an entire building of hostiles. A fucking vision in strobing lights as he let's the rhythm dictate his movements. Wide fucking smile painted on his face.

People flock to him, wind themselves around him in more or less proficient dance moves, probably hoping to leave an impression over the gaggle of obvious suitors.

Soap toys with them, dancing with those he finds entertaining, neatly sidestepping those he doesn't. Bathing in the attention of wandering hands and lips.

Ghost wonders if they can feel how dangerous of a man he really is. If they can smell the slight hint of sulfur from the demolitions workshop he's been crammed in all day. If they can see the edge in his eyes, that predatory glint of a man trained to kill walking through a crowd of unaware civilians.

Most probably can't.

Some who can probably find it exciting.

In the end none of it matters anyways.

Because it is Ghost's gaze that Johnny seeks when another man winds around him, littering his neck with kisses. And it's on Ghost's wordless command that he abandons the crowd of hopefuls. Meandering over to him, well aware of all the looks following him as he sprawls himself in Simon's lap unabashedly.

It's a unique rush of power having the man they all want at his beck and call. To take a sip of whisky and shamelessly kiss it into his mouth. Making sure just a little spills over painting a golden line for him to lick up.

Keeping his eyes on the crowd and bathing in their envy, their hunger and their shock.

He indulges for a few minutes, let's Soap shower him in affection while keeping him and the room in check with his dominance over the situation.

It's a game they both know Ghost will lose down the line, will drag Soap out of the club like his life depends on it. Maybe throw him over his shoulder just to make a point.

But not yet. Now he makes sure Soap drinks some water and sends him off again with a well aimed slap to his arse.

And Johnny smiles bright and wide. Drifting into the crowd, the crowd that is apprehensive at first but before long they can't help themselves. There's some wary glances shot at Simon, but his ongoing indifference seems to embolden them. Crowding Soap like moths would a light.

And Ghost finds himself suddenly enjoying clubs a whole lot more. Revelling in Soap's obvious bliss and the knowledge that the man who drives the whole dance floor senseless will follow him in the blink of an eye.

Let them get their hopes up, he's got nothing to fear, to be jealous over because he knows the only thing that matters:

Soap commands the whole room without even trying, but Ghost is the only one who commands his attention.

#ghost has a fucking ego about this #and they both would be the kinds of arseholes toying with a crowd like that #only to go home and fuck about it #their power dynamics are deliciously screwed between ghosts worship & adherence to johnnys every wish and soaps devotion bordering on fealt #they are so very much in love #in all the healthy and unhealthy ways #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #soapghost #cod mwii #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #cod mw2 #cod #cod hc #my stuff #ghoap

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janesgms · 9 months

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Asteroid Kiss

✨️ Kiss (8267) Persona Chart Edition ✨️

Having saturn in the 1st house of the kiss persona chart can indicate that you've always restricted yourself in kissing, you probably was/is very afraid of kissing. These people tend to kiss very later in life than others.

People with placements in libra in this chart tend to kiss only who they find physically attractive. They may care a lot to appearance while choosing someone to kiss. Women with this fall for the most cliché men ever 🤨. Overall they're not much picky unless they have a virgo juno.

People with placements in scorpio tend to kiss who they find sexually attractive or appealing, even if the person is not the most beautiful outside, they tend to look for an inside magnetism. Men with this look for women who give off "femme fatale" vibes.

People with placements in pisces tend to kiss someone while getting high or under any substance. This can also applies to those with an active neptune.

Is it my impression or a negatively aspected MC indicates someone who tends to be ashamed of someone they've kissed? They probably are gonna ignore this person for life. I think this is due to how their image is influenced by their kissing history, this is specially true if they have a mix between leo, taurus or libra in their chart.

Scorpio mercury in this chart can indicate someone who's very private to others about their kissing experience. They keep most of their kissing history private and only say it to who they really trust.

Having a conjunction between sun, venus and mars in this chart makes someone such a good kisser, like, they really know what they're doing, because they know how to blend the energies very well, this is also true if moon is also in the same sign.

Having moon conjunct vesta indicates someone who's very emotionally devoted when kissing someone. They're probably very selective because they want to feel an emotional bond when kissing someone. This is even more intensified if juno is also in there because for these people, a person has to be their ideal type before kissing them. Having this placement also indicates a kisser that wants to pull your soul in when kissing someone, if they also have scorpio placements, they can be very intense kissers.

Having a 3rd house stellium indicates the person is really fond of communication when kissing or hooking up. They need intellectual reassurance when kissing someone. This is also true for mercury conjunct jupiter.

this was a short post i've randomly made so is not that elaborated lol. but anyways i hope everyone takes this with a grant of salt 👍 remembering i'm not an astrologer

#astrology #astro observations #astro notes #aesthetic #asteroid kiss #kiss persona chart #kiss #kiss 8267

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thetypingpup · 13 days

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OOH I HEARD HARD HOURS R OPEN ANYWAY HERES MINE-

my brain. has been so occupied. with sub yeo. for like a whole week at least. like my every other thought is sub yeosang HELLPP 😭 hes just. such a pretty princess type of boy ya know? i need to praise him so hes all shy nd giggly and to boss him around a bit (gently ofc hes too sweet for me to imagine treating too harshly im mostly soft dom) AWASDGGFDV AND someone pointed out that he looked like he had very short shorts or boxers on in a recent live nd it makes me think of being on a facetime call with him nd noticing it and being like "can you lower the camera a bit for me baby?" and hes like a bit shy nd blushy but he does it! nd like asking him to do stuff like lift his shirt nd he gets turned on by it all nd ANYWAY IM DIZZY ILL SHUT UP NOW SO THIS DOESNT GET TOO LONG JSJDNDN

He’d appreciate a soft doting dom so much omg. He loves hearing you tell him he’s a good boy, loves being a good boy for you, and his need pushes past any shyness he feels. Imagine that facetime call and you ask if he can be a good boy and lower the camera for you. He blushes, but of course he can be a good boy for you, so he obeys without question. Your tongue darts out and sweeps over your lip at the sight of his thighs, just eyeing the hints of muscle you can see peeking out from his shorts, and the heat on his face intensifies. You hone in on that sight, watching the rise and fall of his breath, watching the bulge in his boxers get more and more prominent by the moment.

“Good boy” you murmur, and he shudders because fuck he loves when your voice gets all low and seductive like this. Your leering gaze makes him shy, but also turns him on so fucking much, loving that he can have this effect on you. He not so subtly lets his legs fall open, letting you see more of his thighs. He leans back on his hands, waiting for your next command. In a voice just as sultry as before, you ask if he can be a good boy and take off his shirt for you. With a shaky breath, he nods, quickly shedding his top and letting you get a good look at his bare chest. His blush deepens as it sinks in that he’s basically doing a cam show for you, putting himself on display, but it turns him on, knowing this little show is for your eyes only.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby. Wish I was there so I could play with you myself.” You shamelessly praise him, and his cock twitches at your filthy words.

“Since I’m not there, can you be a good boy and play with yourself for me?” You suggest, and his heart palpitates so fast he swears it’ll burst out of his chest. Apparently the prospect of putting on a show for real was enough to make him fully hard, and like the good boy he is, he frees his cock and lets you enjoy the enticing sight of him stroking his cock.

"That's my good boy. Keep going just like that." You encourage him, your eyes following the motion of his hand as if hypnotized. With a breathy moan, he nods, getting himself off for you like the good boy he is.

#sub!idol #dom!reader #sub!ateez #sub!yeosang #sub!ateez yeosang #ateez smut #ateez yeosang smut #ateez x reader #ateez x you #yeosang x reader #yeosang x you

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littlexscarletxwitch · 6 months

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── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘆

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, this was based on a true story, not the flo part but the baby fever part lol, establish relationship, baby talk, flo self doubting, r babbling but like in a cute type of way (?), also billie's mention :)

warning(s): idk is wanting to have kids a warning (lol), baby talk (?), grammatical error, unedited

word count: 1.3k

note: You wanna know what's crazy? I'm not sure if I want to be a mother, but like the baby fever sometimes kicks in, specially since I have two little brothers and I'm like a second mother to them (they actually have told me so). But I don't know... Anyway, I'm not native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you all enjoy! Lots of love, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

You remembered when all those new feelings had started: you were sitting across from her, getting lost in her forest green eyes, you didn't feel someone nudging your leg until that said someone screamed out at you.

"Jesus, you scared me," you smiled at the little toddler as you heard Florence's chuckle.

The little girl, who seemed to be only two years old, babbled some incomprehensible words at you. She only got cutter as you watched her face shift into a stern look. It appeared as she was trying to tell you something quite important.

"Oh, yeah, it's fine. Don't worry about it," you played along, accepting what you thought was an apology.

"Are you lost, little missy?" Florence said, getting her attention.

The toddler just looked at her and broke into laughter, which caused Florence to smile at her.

"What's so funny about me, huh? she playfully asked her, and the two year old just laughed even harder.

"I think it's your voice," you chucked.

"My voice is not funny," she pretended to be hurt, her hand clutching her chest.

"Well, it is to her," you couldn't hold your own laughter anymore as the tiny human kept on laughing.

“Oh, my God. She’s laughing at my voice.”

“Oh, thank goddess. You scared me to death, Charlie,” a young blonde woman said, getting closer to your table, and bringing the little girl to her chest once she was close enough. “I’m so sorry, she’s just learned how to walk and she likes it,” the woman joked.

“It’s okay, no problem, we were just chatting,” Florence reassured her with a smile.

As if wanting to be part of the conversation Charlie bubbled out some words.

“She’s so cute,” you scrunched your nose at her, making her laugh.

“Okay, say goodbye, Charlie,” Charlie’s mum moved her little hand around, waving at the two of you, as Charlie mumbled what you thought was a goodbye.

“Bye, Charlie,” the both of you said, smiling at the two year old.

[...]

Ever since that night you hadn’t stopped thinking about Charlie. Well, not Charlie actually, that would be creepy, but the idea of kids. Florence looked so happy the few seconds she shared with Charlie, you felt like your heart could jump out of your chest just by thinking of that night.

You had never thought about kids before that, sure, sometimes, but it was more like a second thought, like something far away from your reach, unlikely to ever happen. And after that night it became your only thought.

You found yourself watching TikToks about babies doing baby stuff, or maybe when taking a walk your eyes would linger on those couples pushing a trolley. Sometimes you would even look online for baby clothes and every time you couldn't help but to think it was the cutest thing ever. It also didn’t help the fact that your hormones would kick in and they would intensify all these feelings up to a hundred.

Florence, of course, didn’t notice how much you wanted a baby until you started to show her every baby picture you could find, every video you had watched, every kid you pointed out when the two of you went out on dates. So she started counting all the times you brought up that subject, by the third week she had lost count.

Now, there you were, lying on the couch, with your phone on your hand, scrolling down TikTok, watching videos of babies. She found it cute, fun even, because you wouldn't dare to actually spill the words out, too scared of what she would say.

“Y/n, baby, is everything okay?” she broke the silence, taking a seat next to you.

“Yeah, I’m just on those days,” you mumbled.

Which was true, but it wasn’t the whole truth. You had craved a baby before, during and long after your period. It didn’t matter, it was a thought that would cross your mind all the time, nonstop.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to get you something?”

You nodded, “It’s just the hormones. You know how it is, the moodswing,” you chuckled.

“Are you watching those baby videos again?” she raised a brow at you, there was a tint of smug in her tone.

“Yeah…” you frowned. “Why?”

“Nothing, it’s just that you are always watching those,” she teased, wanting for you to finally come clean.

“I am?” you asked, pretending to be unaware of that fact.

“Yes, missy,” she smiled at you.

‘Missy’, it only reminded you of Charlie and it made the whole thing even worse.

You huffed, “I guess I didn’t notice.”

“Y/n, is there something you want to talk about?”

“What’s there to talk about?” she could tell you were frustrated.

“Well, I’m not sure but—.”

“What's there to talk about, huh?” there was not a trace of anger in your words, it felt more like sadness. “That I would like a mini you running around the house, chasing after Billie?” the dog raised her head, thinking you had called out to her. “Because yes I would love that.”

“Y/n, I—,” her smug attitude dropped to the floor as she realised that there was no turning back now.

“I can’t stop thinking about Charlie, how soft and careful you were with her. You were on cloud nine, Flo, I could tell,” you sniffed, battling the tears. “And I want that… I want that for you and me, for us.”

“I understand, honey. I can see how much you want that,” she caressed your cheek. “But I’m not—.”

“No, please don’t say ‘but’. I can take a ‘maybe’, just not a ‘but’,” you eyes were filled with tears and Florence felt like her heart was going to break any second now. She hated to be the reason why you were crying.

“No, no, no, it’s not that I don’t want that. I do, I just don't want to be that kind of parent who’s always working, I don’t want to miss their first steps, their first words, I want to be there for them every step of the way,” she breathed out, as if she had been holding back for weeks.

Which she actually had. Ever since she added two plus two and realised you actually wanted a baby, all these self doubt and anxiety and worry got a hold on her.

“Flo, please, I know we can make it work. I won’t let that happen, I promise. You are not getting out of this whole motherhood thing,” you joked, making her chuckled. “Besides, you had Charlie giggling and all happy, I think you got this.”

“Charlie was with us for like three minutes at most,” Florence, playfully, rolled her eyes at you.

“Okay, you are right. But I know in my heart that you are going to be a great momma,” you grabbed her hands, taking them to your lips to kiss them.

“Y/n…”

“I get it, Flor. It’s scary, we are talking about an actual human being—.”

“Y/n…”

“But if anyone can do this, then it’s us—.”

“Y/n…”

“We could watch some films, or maybe read some books. I bet my mum still has that book about being a first time mother—”.

“Y/n…”

“We can even take some classes, they teach you everything nowadays and—”.

“Y/n!” this time Florence shook your shoulders trying to get your attention.

“Will you at least think about it? I know it’s a big decision and—”.

“Will you please let me talk?” she said with a tint of amusement.

“Right, sorry,” you smiled.

“You had me at ‘You are not getting out of this whole motherhood thing’,” she smiled back.

“Does that mean…?” you left the question in the air, waiting for her to say it.

“Yeah, let’s make a baby. Shall we?” she asked, a grin formed on her face before she pecked your lips.

“Oh, my god!” you couldn't hold back your smile anymore. “Yes! Yes, we shall,” you threw yourself at her, leaving kisses all over her face.

“Okay, then let’s get down to business,” she said in between chuckles.

“Oh, you mean right now?”

“I thought you… I mean… if you don’t want to then—,” she was about to get up from the couch.

“No!,” you yelled, making her laugh. “Come back here, you twat.”

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cyberstrangerballoon · 7 months

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11TH SYNASTRY CULTURE 🫂

If you asked me which house in the synastry I would like to have, I would answer 11TH, without hesitation.

11TH is so fun, it's the house of friends, social events, technology, expansion, dreams... Why is it still so underrated?

People are dying to have the 8th and 12th house experiences. Why? I've had it, and I can tell you it's not fun at all.

8TH and 12TH experiences left me with wounds to this day that have not yet healed. I dream about the mf almost every day, it's not healthy and fun. The sexual part may seem like a tempting invitation, but I can assure you it's not worth it.

But anyway...

What I love about this connection is the feeling of companionship, you two never run out of things to talk about, never get bored, and never stop gossiping. Always making fun of each other and picking on each other.

The 11th house is about expansion, Jupiter, masses... So when you share a planet with this person, everything intensifies. You may be complete opposites of each other, but that's what makes it work.

In my opinion, for a relationship to work, the couple has to be friends first. What's the point in sharing your life with someone if it's not to laugh?

You probably met through mutual friends, or at a social event, or even at school. You felt like you could trust him. The type of person who will listen to your bad jokes.

The house here feels a Sagittarian energy, youthful and full of life. The opposite of the 8th house, where you feel angry and anxious. Here you feel free, you feel like you can be yourself around him.

The irony is that he can be completely stupid or even crazy. But you see him as charming, everything he does makes you smile. It's as if you were watching TV on your favorite channel. (Kind of Fiona and Shrek vibes).

I also interpret the 11th as the house of secret passions. Like this: you think you know everyone in your circle of friends, but you discover years later that one of them was secretly in love with you.

It's the house of slow burn, friendzone, friends to lovers... Sometimes it's a little difficult to decipher if a person is really into you or if they just consider you as a friend. This is one of the dangers of this house.

One thing that piss me off about this position, is that sometimes you two are in love with each other, but neither of you makes the first move. Even all your friends knows about you two. Like, get up sis.

If Venus falls in 11TH, there is a great chance of it being love at first sight. You feel comfortable around each other. Venus brings a feeling of acceptance and affection to the house. It's as if the house feels like it can trust her. The person of the house may begin to see the planet as a muse. He may start to speak highly of her to his friends, use her photo as a wallpaper, or even like to stalk her.

The funny thing is that the house is probably very shy in the presence of Venus. It's like he's seeing a goddess, and it kind of makes him nervous. Then he probably started making small gestures, all very subtle. You two will probably start dating out of nowhere. Your friends will not be shocked though.

You will probably realize that you are in love with each other, when out of nowhere you start living together or even having sex after a date with friends.

Mars here is a funny thing. (I speak with property and experience). You two probably like to tease each other in front of others. That type of couple that picks on everything the other says. Makes fun of his clothes or his manner. Just for fun. Others may think you hate each other, but it's just a way to spice things up.

Y'all are probably that type of couple that likes to make each other jealous. You guys likes to pick on superficial things, slap eachother and even swear in public.

But it all adds up to hot and wild sex in the end, so it's worth it.

Sex can be a fun thing here. Yall might use sex toys, showing off in front of others, trying oils and music, you guys might even like threesomes. It all depends on the vibe. more likely to talk and moan during the act.

Sex here is a matter of trust and friendship. You guys like being together because you already know where you like to be touched, you know your tastes and desires. It's a complete recipe. You two are insatiable, full of life and lust.

#astro observations #astrology #synastry #synastry observations #synastryoverlay #signs #overlay #11thsynastry #11h synastry #11th #11synastry #11house #gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #luke x lorelai #luke #rory gilmore

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acknowledge-reigns · 5 months

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A Gorgeous Necklace | Solo Sikoa x Black!Fem OC (SMUT) 18+!!!

Description: Solo's girlfriend is completely captivated by his newest tattoo.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Hand kink, Choking, Dom/sub dynamic, spanking, petnames (baby, babygirl.), sex, dirty talk, the usual filth.

TW// Very brief mention of some type of injury and loss of a parent.

SMUT

MDNI!!! 18+!!!!!!!

Face claim is Kat Graham.

You can find my masterlist here.

Raya found herself in an unexpected and passionate relationship with Solo Sikoa, a professional wrestler with a captivating presence when she had honestly least expected anything of the sort.

Their encounter initially took place in the emergency room where Raya works as a nurse, Solo's brothers and cousin had dragged in him after a match gone wrong to be checked out for any injuries. Even being 30 years old, he was the baby of the group and his older brothers Jimmy and Jey, as well as his cousin Roman who might as well be his older brother too, are all relatively protective of him much to his dismay.

Raya, with her caring nature, tended to Solo's injuries, and their connection sparked instantly.

As they spent time flirting playfully, Raya couldn't help but be drawn to Solo's magnetic energy and charming smile. She couldn't help but note how soft spoken and gentle he is in person.

Raya had grown up watching wrestling as she had brothers and was raised by a single dad who were all big fans. Her dad had passed away a couple of years ago and from time to time when she'd missed him she'd turn it on.

That's why she recognized the four intimidatingly attractive men sitting there in the hospital room. The bloodline. She remained cool, calm and professional though and hadn't let any of them know that she recognized them.

Eventually, after some lighthearted banter, Solo mustered the courage to ask for Raya's number. Their texts soon turned into late-night conversations filled with laughter, shared dreams, and a growing sense of intimacy. Then he when he was back in town he asked her out.

Over the course of a year, Raya and Solo's relationship blossomed into a loving and deeply passionate connection. Raya still works in the ER. Solo is doing big things in his wrestling career. The two of them had moved in together, though between his wild travel schedule and her schedule as a nurse the two felt like they were almost never home. That's why this weekend they were spending together was so very special.

Solo had recently, just a couple of weeks ago, gotten an addition to the gorgeous tribal art that covered his arms with intricate patterns, it now included a striking design on his hand. Raya, who had always admired Solo's hands anyway, was captivated by the addition, finding the tattoos to be alluring and seductive. Her mind went straight to the gutter everytime she saw it.

As they were lying in bed together, just naked cuddling essentially, Raya gently traced her fingers along Solo's newly tattooed hand, She marveled at the intricate details, her eyes filled with adoration. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she whispered into Solo's ear, "You know, your hands would make a gorgeous necklace."

Solo's eyes lit up with desire, understanding the playful suggestion hidden within Raya's words. He leaned in closer, his voice low and husky, "Oh yeah, babygirl?"

Raya smirked, her heart racing with excitement at the thought. She nodded, biting her lip seductively.

"I'ma need you to use your words, baby." Solo said in a commanding, Dominant tone.

Raya's breath hitched at the command in Solo's voice. She could feel her body responding to his dominance, her desire intensifying with every word. She looked deep into Solo's eyes, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes, Daddy. I want your hands around my throat."

Solo's gaze darkened, a mix of desire and possessiveness burning in his eyes.

"Remember our Safeword?" Solo asked her.

"Spike" Raya said with a smile, being a play of course on his finisher, the Samoan Spike.

"Good girl" Solo responded as he gently ran his fingers through Raya's hair, his touch sending shivers down her spine. With a firm grip, he guided her head back, exposing her vulnerable neck.

Raya's heart pounded in her chest as she met his gaze with pure lusting coursing through her body.

Solo's grip tightened slightly, his fingers exerting a delicious pressure against the delicate skin of Raya's neck. A surge of pleasure shot through her body as she felt the power dynamic shift, her submission fueling her desire. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of being completely under his command, his strong gorgeous hands wrapped around her throat.

As the intensity grew, Solo's grip remained firm but controlled. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "This what you wanted, baby?"

"Mhmm" Raya hummed in absolute bliss as he loosened his grip and turned her around. Raya's body quivered with anticipation. She could feel the heat radiating from his body as he positioned her to face away from him. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath becoming shallow with every passing second.

"Face down, ass up." Solo demands with a slap to her ass.

At the commanding tone in Solo's voice and the sharp sting of the slap, Raya felt surge of arousal course through her veins as she felt a mix of pleasure and anticipation. She quickly complied, assuming the desired position.

Her body lay face down, her round and enticing ass raised high in the air, waiting to be claimed. The warmth radiating from her skin fueled her desire, making her yearn for his touch, his control.

Solo approached her slowly, his steps deliberate and purposeful. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the room, intensifying the anticipation that hung heavily in the air. Raya's senses were on high alert, every nerve in her body humming with the need for his dominant touch.

Solo's beautifully tattooed hand trailed along her exposed flesh, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and possessive grips. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure coursing through Raya's body.

Solo's hands travelled lower, he runs finger through her wetness.

A satisfied smirk curved Solo's lips as he pulls away his glistening fingers. "Damn, you wet, girl. Maybe I should've gotten this ink sooner." He teased with a chuckle before sucking her juices clean off of his finger.

A gasp escaped her lips as he was suddenly inside her. Pounding her from behind.

Solo's powerful thrusts sent waves of pleasure rippling through Raya's body, causing her to arch her back and instinctively press her hips back into his igniting a fire deep within her, building a crescendo of desire that threatened to consume her completely.

Raya's breath became ragged as Solo's rhythm quickened, his movements reflecting a primal and passionate hunger for her. With each deep and forceful thrust, they became lost in a dance of raw desire, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

The room filled with the intoxicating sounds of their pleasure, the symphony of their moans and gasps mingling with the rhythm of their bodies. Raya's hands gripped the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure that Solo evoked within her.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the moment, their connection deepening with each passionate thrust. Their bodies moved together, perfectly attuned to each other's desires. Raya's senses were heightened, every sensation magnified as she chased the ecstasy that awaited her.

As the intensity built, Solo's hand reached around to find Raya's swollen and sensitive clit. His touch was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. The combination of his deep penetration and his skilled touch rubbing her clit pushed her closer to the edge.

Raya's moans grew louder, echoing through the room, as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening within her. The exquisite tension built, her body trembling with anticipation of the impending release.

Finally, with a shared gasp of ecstasy, Raya and Solo tumbled over the edge together. Waves of pleasure crashed through Raya's body as she experienced a mind-shattering orgasm, her body convulsing with the intensity of her release. Solo continued to thrust, prolonging their shared pleasure until he too succumbed to the overwhelming bliss.

In the aftermath of their passion, Raya and Solo remained locked in each other's embrace, their bodies intertwined and their hearts filled with a deep sense of connection. They had explored the depths of their desires, basking in the intimacy that only their shared pleasure could bring.

"Yeah.. I should've gotten that tattoo sooner." Solo smirked breathlessly.

#wwe solo sikoa #solo sikoa #sefa fatu #the enforcer of the bloodline #wwe the bloodline #the bloodline #the problem sefa fatu #Solo Sikoa x OC #Solo Sikoa Smut #solo sikoa fanfiction #solo sikoa fanfic #solo sikoa fic

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mingtinysworld · 1 month

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Hold me tight

Pairing: daddy!yunho x little!reader

Genre: DDLG, fluff, comfort, angst

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Coming home from a very overwhelming day, your caretaker Yunho is there for you through the emotional turmoil

A/n: so delving into more ddlg type content has been on my mind for a really long time now. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s really special to me and I hope that you can enjoy it. I think Yunho fits the role of a caretaker perfectly, and I can really imagine him being so sweet yet authoritative with his partner. Anyways, this was so sweet it gave me diabetes, so beware. I love youuu pls like, comment and reblog - J

Cutie divider credit to @bunnysrph

The tears are making your vision blurry as you force your way through the filled hallways. Desperately needing to reach your car, you start jogging. People around you are looking at you strangely, as if you’ve gone crazy. Being so out of it, you don’t even notice, your only train of thought being to get out of there.

Finally getting inside the car, you take in a shaky breath and keep clenching and unclenching your fists. You take a minute to calm down in order to be able to drive home safely. Turning the ignition, you take off in the opposite direction of the university. As you drive, sobs escape your body, and you can’t seem to be able to stop. You feel absolutely pathetic for letting the anxiety and stress get the best of you.

You step on the gas, wanting to get to Yunho as fast as possible. You desperately need his steady and comforting presence. You run through multiple red lights, surprised you haven’t been hit yet. As you pull into the driveway your breathing intensifies, feeling so close yet so far from comfort.

You run to the door, and open it with such an urgency that it startles Yunho, who is casually lounging on the couch. He sits up with alarm at your abrupt entrance and jumps to his feet. You run to him and throw your arms around his neck, putting your whole weight onto him. He reciprocates by holding your body and pulling your legs up around his waist.

“Shh I got you baby,” he speaks with a soft tone. He doesn’t question anything and just holds you so close. He sits back down on the couch bringing you along with him. You bury your head into his neck, crying softly, tears staining his shirt. He rubs your back soothingly, slowly bringing you down from your tangled emotions.

“Daddy why am I like this?” You ask with a hoarse whisper.

“Like what sweetheart?” Yunho questions.

You take a few seconds, collecting your thoughts. Yunho waits patiently, running a soft hand through your hair. You shakily breathe and lift your head up to make eye contact.

“I feel so pathetic. I feel like I can’t ever do anything right. Why do I feel overwhelmed by so many things? I get overwhelmed by work, by school, by my own friends. I can’t handle the loud noises and I feel like I fail at every task. It’s just…all too much.” A sob escapes you and Yunho looks at you with eyes that hold so many emotions. He would do absolutely anything for you, if only it meant it would guarantee your happiness.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re not pathetic. Not at all. Everyone has different capabilities and limits, and that’s ok. You have so many talents, so many amazing attributes. And you are so so beautiful. You’re my girl aren’t you?” He looks at you expectantly.

You look down shyly, not meeting his eyes. “Yes, yes I am.”

He beams with delight. “That’s right baby, you’re my girl, and always will be. I’m here to take care of you. I know the days are hard, but I will do whatever I can to make it easier on you. All I want you to do is turn off your pretty little brain and let me take care of you alright?”

Your heart aches from the care you’re being shown. You love Yunho so much. He is so much more than a partner. He’s your caretaker, your lifeline, your forever. You hold so much love and respect for him that you’re not sure how to even contain it. You just feel like exploding with affection.

“Now, I want you to eat something. I know you must’ve not eaten today, so that’s priority number one. I made some stir fry earlier, would you like some?” He asks.

“Daddyyy I don’t wanna eat. I’m not hungry.” You try your well known pout, not expecting it to work at all.

“Nuh uh, don’t give me that look. You’re eating, even if it’s a little bit.” He says in a mock stern voice.

He lifts you up with him and you head to the kitchen. You sit by the table, just watching him prepare plates. You swing your legs back and forth, already feeling so much better. He comes with the food and sits next to you. He tries to make you laugh constantly, and you giggle uncontrollably, almost having choked twice already.

“Here comes the airplaneee brrrrr” he flies the fork around, having the silliest look on his face.

You screech with laughter. “Yunho! I’m not a baby!”

“Oh? I thought you were? Huh, must have the wrong person.” He grabs his chin as if he’s in deep thought. You let out a snort at his antics and he raises a goofy eyebrow at you.

“Ah I see. You think this is funny.”

You shake your head quickly. “Nope! Not at all.” You purse your lips trying to keep in the laughter.

All of a sudden his lips attack your face in a bout of violent smooches. He kisses your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, any exposed skin he can find. You squeal as he holds you so tight.

“That’s for not taking me seriously.” He pretends as if he’s so offended. You let him get away with it and just laugh at him.

Finally, one more round of a kiss attack later, the food is finished and you’re feeling full yet completely exhausted. He leads you to the bedroom and changes you into your comfy pajamas. Then he sets you down onto the bathroom counter, brushing your teeth for you. You can’t keep your eyes open anymore, so you just let Yunho do all the work. He then gets into bed with you, making sure you’re all covered and snuggled underneath the layers.

“I love you sweet girl. I can’t even express fully just how much I love you truly. Even more than the whole universe, bigger than the biggest thing that ever exists. You are so worthy, you deserve happiness, and you are enough. I want you to know that it’s ok to have off days, and it’s ok to be overwhelmed. But I will be there every step of the way with you, I won’t ever abandon you. Daddy loves you so much, and wants the best for you.” He leaves a sweet kiss on your forehead as your lashes flutter.

You snuggle closer to his chest and let the tension escape your body. You let out a content sigh and let your mind go empty.

“I love you too daddy.”

#ateez #mingtinysworld #ateez fic #ateez scenarios #yunho fic #ateez yunho #jeong yunho #yunho #yunho x reader #yunho fluff #ateez fluff #comfort

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valentine-writes · 9 months

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Hello hello! Been downright dying over how much I love your AtSV work!! So I thought I would feed into it >:) If you're feeling up to it, whats been brewing in your mind about The Spot x reader? Take it platonic or romantic, either has so much potential for fun in my opinion and I guess I'm just interested in what ideas you might have?? Not a lot to work off of from what I'm asking but I hope you're able to have fun with it anyways ^^; Whether youre able to get to this request or not, thanks for reading! Love what you do :)

collision.

「 tws + notes: possibly ooc, unedited, he's kind of pathetic little meow meowified im sorry, first bit inspired by @//submurged-into-clouds !! <3 」

↳ ft. the spot

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: first, AUWJHEJSBS thank u so much!!!! im glad u like what i've written so far– and i am SUPER excited to write for the spot becuz im gon b real,,, there was a momentary lapse of insanity where i was scouring for any content of him at all. SO TY 4 UR REQ!!!! ( /)u(\ ) i hope this is ok!!! i got carried away and stuff so,, i hope this is at the Very Least coherent! leaned for platonic stuff with romantic undertones that intensify throughout so,, read it how u like ^_^

▸ we're going to start this by establishing that bro has literally No Friends anymore. you met him after the collider incident and by some miracle, some sort of mercy from a higher power in the multiverse– you ended up becoming friends with him

really, meeting him was an accident. wasn't supposed to be anything more– just him messing around with his new abilities and slipping into a random universe with no idea where he was.

and there was you.

just you. out, alone at night. just taking a walk– disrupted by someone falling out of a weird portal from the sky.

this is the day your paths crossed, the day your fates intertwined, the moment that your world collided into his.

to put more literally: the day he crashed into you very unceremoniously.

im now re-reading the title and remembering his backstory and giggling at my unintentional joke. he is not catching a break. even from me.

▸ after recovering from a random stranger from another universe tumbling into your own, you began to talk.

now– you don't remember how the conversation started, but you were glad to listen. the way which he rambled to you, words tumbling out of his mouth like they'd been on his mind for a while– you felt like he needed someone to hear him.

he's surprised. you're not bothered. not frightened. not even weirded out. but you're not indifferent. you nod along, you comment on things here and there– but you listen. you actually listen to him.

eventually, when he leaves, you're sat there for a moment. just frozen– processing whether that had really happened or not. you see the indent his body left in the grass where the two of you sat. it's evidence enough for you.

a few weeks pass and you're certain that you were just fated to meet once and never again. you were fine with this.

▸ until he randomly popped up in your living room one day.

yes, he had been actively trying to find your universe again– and as casually as he can be, is now peeking from out the portal he created, head leaning in to get a better look at you.

you're not sure how you can tell considering he has no face,,, but he's definitely smiling.

he waves to you, awkwardly, (noticing that you're just staring at him while not saying a word), "thought i would say hi, so– ...hi."

you blink at him tiredly. "dude, it's 6:30 in the morning–"

he's treating this like it's normal for people to just show up in your house. he missed you– and it's very evident.

▸ no matter what type of relationship you're in with him: you GOTTA set boundaries. being one of the only people who cares to hang around him anymore means that you're gonna be seeing a lot of him.

while he certainly hasn't completely lost grasp on the concept of privacy, it's definitely been altered by the fact he's got powers that allow him to pop up wherever he wants. he's just a teeny bit invasive.

"hello!" he'll greet, randomly poking his head through a portal he made to your bedroom.

on instinct, you throw the closest thing to you. he's just glad you reached for the pillow and not the alarm clock also at your arms reach on the bedside table.

definitely a good idea to remind him that if he wants to hang out, he should probably message you, and if he wants to show up at your house for whatever reason, he should give you a heads up.

he has nearly walked in on you changing. and has apologized a million times every time it's brought up. it fr keeps him up at night.

▸ everyone in his life leaving him def messed him up a bit. he can deny it all he wants, but he's terribly anxious that you're gonna grow tired of him and leave.

constantly like "oh my god what if they leave for someone who has a face" and itz like,,, boy,,,, stfu itz 3am

he needs reassurance, even if he never explicitly says. but you're kind to him. patient. you're pretty much an angel in his eyes.

which is why he feels comfortable texting u in the dead of night like:

(im gonna b real i dont even know why i have this image)

▸ he's dismissed by most people around him– but you've given him your time. you've shown him that you care. he's doing everything he can to be certain you'll still care for him.

the random waves of "oh no but what if they hate me" hit him HARD. especially if he hasn't seen you in a while, if you take longer to respond to his messages, if you haven't been answering his calls– bro will jump to a conclusion

"hypothesis: they dont love me anymore :("

☝️🤓 SORRY HAKJWOENDOEND he would NOT say that. im just clowning on him itz a part of my luv 4 him </3

needs to be needed. wants to be wanted.

eventually you have a long talk about this. he's got a bit of an ego after realizing how much power he truly possessed– but you gently encourage him to let it down. a simple heart to heart. and while you're certain these things aren't going to dissipate with a single conversation, you've let him know he doesn't have to deal with it alone.

▸ physical contact is a need for him. bro's touch starved. he likes linking his pinky with yours or just intertwining your fingers together. if you ever let him rest his head on your shoulder or hugged him he'd actually have to fight tears. he hasn't been given affection in a while :(

▸ he doesn't really feel like he has to hide anything around you. he really doesn't have much of a filter when you're talking to him which makes for some amusing conversation. he finds your laughter the sweetest sound in the world– he likes making you laugh :] it makes him feel like he's accomplished something

▸ the alterations to his body have caused some weird little changes that most people don't notice. one of them most noticeably to you– he'd cold. not frigid or like icy, but a lot colder than normal people tend to be.

you first notice this when you're hanging out in your bedroom. you're sitting on your bed, while he paces back and forth, rambling about another failed villainous act

(you haven't questioned his whole obsession with villainy considering that he seems pretty harmless with what he's been attempting– no matter how much he tries)

"and then– ohh, and tHEN THEY JUST—" you notice how he's gesturing frantically, exasperated, annoyed– and out of instinct to provide some sort of comfort (or at least calm him down) your hand grasps his wrist

there's a moment of silence.

his voice dwindles into a more soft, subdued tone, watching as your fingers wrap around his wrist. "wh– if you wanted me to stop talking, you could've just... just said or...."

his mind is going blank, trailing off at your touch. he doesn't remember the last time someone has held his hand or even brushed up against him without freaking out.

"you're cold." you comment, now taking his hand between both of yours, as if you were trying to heat him back up. you don't meet his eyes, simply staring at his hand.

"oh– yeah, yeah, it's just– a thing with now. came with the holes–"

the sensation of your hands gently squeezing his shuts him up. you raise his hand to your lips and gently blow hot air onto it.

your brow furrows, nose scrunching up. "you're still cold..." you mutter, more to yourself than to him. quietly, your gaze returns to his face.

"does that bother you?" you ask him, after a beat of silence.

he shakes his head. your hands let go of his– but he quietly reaches back to hold it again.

"hold on a second. why don't you try again?" he suggests. you laugh softly, knowing it's obviously just an excuse. still, you humor him.

#the spot atsv #the spot #atsv x reader #the spot x reader #the spot x y/n #jonathan ohnn #jonathon ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader #jonathon ohnn x reader #BRO ITZ SO HARD TO TAG FOR HIM IM GONNA ANWKJWEIJE?!!]^{>]*]%#ok im normal again

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