#aww what a cute baby ghost talking about baby ghost things
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I actually thought of this prompt like forever ago and i rly wanted to write a whole story for it but i couldn't think of a plot that would stick to it and make sense without adding too many outside elements and in my opinion over saturating the story. BUT i do have a bunch of scenes of danny and damian in my head about this also also some danny and other batfam members.
So anyways your order has been delivered...
original prompt: Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program
scene two: tim's arch nemesis
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scene 01: damian's not-so-very-bad day
“Father, you wanted to speak with me.” Damian said, trugging into his Father’s study late into the afternoon per Pennyworth’s behest.
Father looked up from his work at Damian’s arrival, Drake gave him a look of annoyance that Damian returned with a sneer. “Damian.” Father greeted as he reached Father’s work station. “I spoke with your principal earlier today.” Damian huffed and crossed his arms in defiance at whatever accusation he was about to be handed, “Put your frown away, you're not in trouble.” Father chuckled lightly.
Damian frowned. He was not a child, he did not need to be treated like one.
“There’s a mentorship program at your school.” Father started, Damian raised an intrigued brow at him.
Perhaps Father had succeeded in seeing his potential, “Well I suppose I wouldn’t mind mentoring one of the many underlings at the so-called academy.” Damian sighed, letting his arms fall to his side, as he looked up at his Father.
Father blinked at him, processing what he had said, then glanced at Drake who looked like a fraying rope length away from bursting into laughter. “The mentorship program… it’s for you.” Father tried hesitantly.
“Yes.” Damian nodded in understanding.
There was an uncomfortable silence from Father.
“He means that you're the one getting mentored.” Drake laughed at him, shoulders shaking.
Damian turned to Father. But the denial never came. “What!” Damian couldn’t help scream in outrage. “You want me to get mentored by some hillbilly civilian who can't tell a katana from a wakizashi?” He slammed his hands on Father’s table.
Father looked at him with disapproval, but said nothing, not caring enough to discipline Damian.
“Hillbilly civilian.” Drake croaked from the corner of the room, draping himself dramatically over one of the side sofas.
“You’re to meet him first thing tomorrow when you get to school. Here’s his student profile, if you're interested.” Father handed him a singular paper.
“Father I do not need-”
“It’s already been arranged Damian, atleast give it a try.” Father said with a sigh, picking up his files again in a silent dismissal of Damian.
The paper crumpled slightly as Damian stormed to his room.
Daniel James Fenton.
“Let’s see how long you last.” Damian eyed the picture of the smiling teen.
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“Have a good day at school Masters Tim, Thomas, and Damian.” Pennyworth bid, as they all got out of the car.
“Later, Alfred.” Thomas waved at the butler as he drove off.
They all walked in the same direction to enter their classrooms, when Drake stopped him in his path. “Ohoho, and where do you think you’re going Damian?” he asked cheekily.
“Tsk.” He was hoping to be able to make it to his class before the others noticed, then continue to evade the principal and other faculty if need be required. To be foiled so early into his plan, furthermore by Drake, was humiliating.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in the principal’s office?” Drake continued to smother his victory over Damian.
“I was just on my way.” He huffed, turning around annoyed. Drake and Thomas snickered as he retreated.
Damian knocked on the familiar oak doors. “Come in.” Mr. Carson called from the other side. Damian entered, and plopped down on the same chair he sat in every time he had been sent here. “Ah Damian. Goodmorning.” He waited for a reply, but when he realized he wouldn’t be getting one he continued on, “Mr. Fenton should be here any minute, but I’m glad you were able to come here on your own accord.” Mr. Carson talked as he hung up his jacket and took a seat at his chair.
Damian could only watch the seconds tick by as he sat in that office. He wondered absentmindedly if Fenton didn’t show up would he be free. The knock at the door decimated all hopes Damian had for that.
“Ah, that must be Mr. Fenton.” Mr. Carson mused out loud, “Come in.”
Fenton entered the room hesitantly, greeting Mr. Carson with a small smile. Fenton was a scholarship student and held reasonable grades so his intellect was not to be underestimated, though often simply being able to score well on tests did not translate to having adequate life skills. Fenton was taller than Drake, but still average, dark hair, tanned skin, gray-blue eyes. When Damian’s supposed mentor looked at Damian for the first time since he had entered the room, Damian couldn’t help but feel like he was caught in a stare off with a beast.
The way Fenton examined his surroundings reminded Damian of the League of Assassins. Careful, analytical and tactical. All things Damian had excelled in. But there was something different about Fenton than what Damian had often seen in the League. His eyes were softer than those that had trained Damian. Damian couldn’t understand why his eyes looked like that.
Fenton smiled at him in a way that was likely meant to be kind, “Hi, you must be Damian. I’m Danny.” He stuck out his hand for Damian to shake.
Damian did not take the hand, instead he turned to principal Carson, “When can I leave?” He asked board, subtly eying Fenton’s reaction in his peripheral vision.
“We have to iron out the finer details and the both of you will be free to go until we see each other for our weekly check in every Friday.” Principal Carson started, “Mr. Fenton why don’t you take a seat.
Undeterred by Damian’s lack of interest, Fenton took a seat. Mr. Carson explained to Fenton his responsibilities as a mentor and what would be expected of him, Fenton in turn nodded along attentively. After his long explanation of the whole program the both of them were free from his office, and excused from classes until lunch to “get to know each other better”.
Damian translated that to having until lunch to show Fenton that he was out of his depth and have him running with his tail between his legs.
“So…” Fenton drawled trying to buy time to think of something adequate to say no doubt, “How about we go to the library to hang out?” Fenton offered.
Damian simply huffed in agreement as they made their way to a pair of sofas tucked between the many rows of books.
“So, Damian, uh, what do you like to do after school?” Fenton asked unoriginally.
Damian turned so he could meet Fenton eye-to-eye. “Train.” He said honestly. If he plans on scaring him off then leaning into the superficial things he learned in the League would do him well.
“Oh, you do sports?” Fenton asked inquisitively. Damian was momentarily thrown off by his show of genuine interest in his personal life, but Damian quickly collected himself. Fenton was merely putting on an act to get him to open up, Damian would be a fool to fall for it.
“No.” He scoffed at the thought of sports, “I train for battle,” He made sure to put as much confidence as he could in his voice. Oftentimes in the past when he had told his peers of his activities they had brushed him off and laughed at him, Damian wondered if Fenton would have a similar reaction.
“Hardcore.” Fenton nodded in awe.
Damian blinked, “You believe me?” He found himself whispering.
“Well, yeah.” Fenton responded as if it were the most obvious thing, in fact, he seemed confused as Damian’s bafflement.
Damian quickly collected himself, “Well of course you should believe me it’s the truth, I’m a highly skilled blade user.” He nodded to himself.
“Blade user, huh? Do you prefer katanas or wakizashi? Or a classic long sword maybe.” Fenton asked eying Damian as if it would help him find the correct answer.
“Katanas obviously.” Damian scoffed, “They’re incredibly balanced, strong, and give you incredible control over your attacks. Wakizashi are also a good option if you prefer close combat and if you’re fighting in an area with a lot of obstacles.” Fenton hummed and nodded at his explanation, and Damian found himself continuing, “Long swords are originally from the Bavaria and Switzerland regions during the medieval times-”
#danny and damian#damian al ghul#damian wayne#danny fenton#dpxdc#Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program#Mentor Danny#danny: wow this kid seems kinda nervous let me send him some chill vibes#damian: why do i keep talking???#and yes danny asking about the swords was a callback to what damian said to prove that danny is going to live up what damian needs him to b#but tbh we all knew that#is principal carson clockwork??? who knows#damian: violence is an option#danny after years of being surrounded by ghosts that will tackle him to the floor and break bones as a way to say wassup bestie:#aww what a cute baby ghost talking about baby ghost things#tim loves trolling damian#actually i love trolling damian and am living vicariously thru him#damian is not a reliable narrator#damian is also rly dramatic#he is best boy <3#kinda forgot duke isn't suppose to be here yet but#my story my timeline#danny mentorship au
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thinking about phone sex with sub minghao!! sounds ethereal
ANON…YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME GO FERAL WITH THIS IDEA…
i love sub!minghao oh my gosh.
you’d be away on a business trip and receive a facetime from him while you’re in your hotel room, answering the call to see a sad looking minghao. he was holding your pillow tightly in his free arm, his plump lips turned downwards into a slight frown. he’d shyly mutter about how he misses you, and asks you to tell him about your day. you’d begin telling him about the boring meetings you had to attend, and would start ranting about an annoying man that rudely bumped into you in the hotel lobby and didn’t apologize. he’d nod slowly, his face red as he listens to you explain your day in detail. you’d glance down at the screen again, taking in his disheveled looking appearance and stopping mid sentence. “hao,” you’d start, noticing him jump slightly at the sound of his name. “hm?” he’d hum quietly, gripping your pillow tighter in his free hand. “you okay?” you’d question, watching him nod slightly and let out a small affirming mhm at your prodding. you’d notice his eyes slightly roll back when he thinks you aren’t looking, and you’d hear him exhale quietly through his nose. he must think you’re stupid. “can’t believe you’re humping my pillow,” you’d speak so nonchalantly he’d almost completely missed what you said. he’d stare at you dumbfounded, a look of fear morphing over his precious face. “you’re so dirty.” he’d whimper slightly, no longer trying to make his movements subtle now that you knew what he was up to. “s-sorry,” he’d sigh, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping your pillow. “i just miss you, ‘n it smelled like you, and i-i love your voice—ah~” he’d trail off, eyes rolling back once again from the friction against his clothed bulge. you couldn’t see anything below his arm, so you’d command him to set his phone up and show you properly. he’d do as you say, propping his phone up with a different pillow so you could see him clutching yours in his arms. “cute,” you’d murmur sweetly, and you’d see him blush bright red through the screen. “now show me what you were doing, baby.” he’d tug his lower lip between his teeth, setting your pillow down onto the bed and mounting it. he’d lean in close and thrust slowly on top of it, balling the fabric of the pillowcase in his fists from how good it feels. his hips would move so sensually, grinding his neglected erection against the soft fabric as he imagined it was you. “strip for me, pretty,” you’d coax. “it’ll feel so much better if you do.” he’d nod once, tugging his shirt over his head and carefully sliding out of his boxers. he was completely bare now, shyly covering his chest, his cock red and dripping precum. you’d tell him to keep going, undoing the buttons to your night shirt teasingly. his breath would hitch watching you, lowering his body back down on top of the pillow and letting out a small gasp at the feeling of the fabric on his bare cock. the friction felt so good to him as he rutted into your pillow, moans and pants falling from his lips from the sensation. “feel good, baby?” you’d smile, sliding the shirt off your shoulders and running your hands down your body, working yourself up. “w-wan’ it to be you,” he choked out, his cock drooling all over your pillow and gliding across the slick fabric. “wanna be inside y-you like this. i miss you.” he’d sob. you couldn’t help but coo at his sweet words. “aww. you never talk like this, sweet boy,” you’d purr, sliding off your panties and ghosting your fingers over your heat. minghao was usually too shy to tell you what he wanted. “must really miss me, huh? saying such dirty things.” he’d nod quickly, flipping over to lay on his back and pressing the pillow on top of his cock. he’d fuck up into the makeshift slit he made by folding the pillow in half, thrusting into it roughly as he let out lewd sounds. he’d hold the pillow in place with one hand, snaking a hand up to his chest to rub circles onto his nipples. “need you to touch me,” he’d whine out, rolling the buds between his index and thumb. “need you to come home.”
he’d make eye contact with you through the screen, sighing dreamily as he watches you play with yourself. you’d slide two fingers into your soaked heat, propping your phone up so minghao could see all of you. “i’ll come home to you soon, pretty,” you’d hum, feeling the pleasureful stretch of your fingers hitting your sweet spot. he’d whimper pathetically, pinching his nipple harshly and bucking his hips up into the pillow from the sensation. “need you now,” he’d complain, dragging his hand up to his neck and settling it there, trying his hardest to imagine it was yours. he’d relive the moments where you’d have your hand on his neck as you ride him, squeezing it slightly just to make him feel lightheaded. it wouldn’t feel the same, but the poor baby would pretend ;( his orgasm would build up surprisingly fast, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as he grabs your pillow with both hands now. his movements would become messy, hips rutting irregularly as he chased his high. “god…g-gonna cum…” he’d stutter, the friction from the fabric threatening to break him. “cum, pretty,” you’d encourage him, quickly approaching your release as well. “‘m so close because of you. cum with me.” your words would be his end, holding your pillow against his throbbing cock as ropes of seed shoot onto the pillow and his tense stomach. seeing him cum would send you over the edge, throwing your head back from the pleasure. you’d feel your hole tighten around your fingers, orgasm still ebbing through your body as you both come down from your highs. “miss you…love you so much,” he’d mumble groggily, his eyes slowly drooping closed against his will as he begins to doze off. “i love you more, hao,” you’d breathe, admiring the sight of his gentle sleepy form. you’d start to drift too, the intensity of your release and the comfort of knowing that minghao was next to you was enough to send your body into a relaxed state. he’d fall asleep gripping your pillow still, the scent of you and him mixed together making him the happiest baby alive ;(
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Sinbound- Chapter 2
Summary: Eddie and Y/n have a conversation about a certain topic; Alex notices her dad is down all the time so she comes up with a idea to cheer him up.
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I was sitting at the dining room table, helping the kids with homework when Eddie walked in. I looked at the time and noticed it was 8pm. “Jesus, I lost track of time. I didn’t even start dinner.”
“Looks like it’s a pizza party night.” Eddie replied. The kids shot up with glee and went to their rooms to finish their homework there since Eddie and I usually talk for a few minutes when he gets home.
“I’m so sorry honey. Thanks to this little one,” I gestured to my growing stomach. “It’s like I don’t have enough time in the day. I think I spent an hour looking for my phone while it was in my hand.”
“Aww, poor thing.” He knelt down in front of my stomach to where he and the growing fetus were “face-to-face”. “Listen here, peanut. Mommy is a very important woman and making her go spacey will ruin a lot of lives. Including mine, so could you do me a solid and cut it out?” Eddie got back off the floor.
“Oh you definitely set peanut straight.” I teased, as I gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. “So how was work?”
“It was insane. You’ll never believe what happened.” He proclaimed.
“I never do.” I joked.
“This guy’s wife was having an affair with the neighbor, right?” I nodded along to his words. “Since the guy had cameras everywhere they had to have a secret tunnel under the ground.”
“Wow.” I replied in disbelief.
“That’s not even the worst part. So the guy finds out and tries to kill the guy. I mean shrapnell, bombs, the whole shebang. Crazy isn’t it?”
“Yeah that’s insane.” I turned to get a bottle of water from the fridge and handed Eddie a beer. “I get it though.”
“What? Killing someone over cheating?” Eddie questioned.
“What, no! Well, not trying to kill someone but I get his reaction. I mean all that time and effort. Thinking someone loves you and next thing you know they are banging the neighbor through a secret tunnel. A divorce lawyer would have been the way to go though.” I looked over at Eddie and noticed his expression. “What?”
“Nothing, it’s just I wouldn’t think that of you.”
“Oh please. Cheating is a no-no, isn’t that right peanut.” I said, as I rubbed the now sleeping baby. “Once you cheat you’re out. No more chances in my book.”
“Really?” He asked, perplexed.
“Why? Thinking of cheating Diaz?” I teased.
“Me? Oh please. I’m a one woman kind of man.” He wrapped his arms around me.
“Well, you did kiss me when dating Ana.” I looked up at Eddie and saw him stumbling for words.
“That was different. Plus, it was just a kiss.”
“Yeah. Well, try not to kiss anyone else.”
“I don’t know, I am pretty cute. I have to fight them off everyday and it’s getting harder and harder, I mean…:” I cut him off by elbowing him in the side. “I’m serious, they come in swarms.”
“Let’s go peanut. We got the whole bed to ourselves tonight.” I said walking out of the dining area. “Daddy’s sleeping on the couch.”
“Oh come on I was just kidding.” I didn’t even send him a glance and continued to walk to our room. “Baby, come back. I was joking.” I heard Eddie following behind me. “You think we got time before the pizza comes for me to make it up to you?” He said, peppering kisses down my neck and wrapping his arms around my midsection.
“You better hope so, Diaz.” I joked, shutting the door behind us.
The next day, I was walking into the dining room when I saw Alex looking upset. “Honey, what’s wrong?” I questioned.
“Dad.”
“What about dad? Did something happen?”
“He’s been so sad lately. It’s like he’s this walking ghost or something. I just wish we could do something to cheer him up.”
“I can try talking to him if you want.”
“No, Eddie said he tried that.”
“Wait, you talked to Eddie about this?”
“Yeah, I wanted to see if he knew what was wrong. He said Dad lost someone at work.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that.”
“Wait, I have an idea. We can throw him a surprise party.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know. For his birthday?”
“His birthday is in June sweetie. It’s the middle of October.”
“A late birthday party then.”
“I don’t know hun.”
“Mom, please. I think it’ll help him.”
“Find, but it won’t be a big thing. Just the family.”
“Okay.”
Planning a party is easier said than done, believe it or not. It took me three days to plan this party and to work around their work schedule. Finally we landed on a date and the party was finalized. Eddie was tasked with keeping Buck away from the house (aka the kids) long enough for everyone to arrive and the party to be set up. After a while, Eddie texted me and told me they were on their way back to our house. Everyone got in position and then we heard Buck and Eddie walking in.
“You see my point right Eddie? Why offer double and then after adding it tell me it’s extra? Like, that was so…” Everyone jumped out and shouted surprise before he could finish his thought. “What the hell?” Buck yelled.
I blew the party horn I had in my mouth. “Happy belated or premature birthday party. I haven’t decided yet.”
Buck’s expression quickly went from shock to a smirk. “You planned this?”
“Oh course. It was Alex’s idea though. She said you were feeling down lately.”
“Is that all she said?”
“No, she also said you lost someone in the field. Why?” I asked, confused. “Is there more to it?”
“Of course not.” I could tell he wasn’t being truthful but Eddie came behind us and grabbed Buck.
“Come on, guest of honor, we got some partying to do.” He quickly gave me a kiss on the cheek and carried Buck towards a group of friends.
Some time passed and my social battery needed to recharge for a while. I was sitting on the front porch when the door opened and out walked Buck. “Hey, what are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be enjoying your party?”
“I could ask you the same thing, considering you planned it.”
“I’m pregnant. What’s your excuse?”
“Not as good as yours but my social battery gave out.”
I let out a chuckle. “Yeah, mine too. Here come sit.” I patted the seat next to me. He sat down beside me. “So what’s really been going on with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I think it’s more than just losing someone in the field. Is it the whole Taylor thing?”
“No. That was ages ago and I’m over it.”
“Buck, it was 3 months ago. You’re allowed to be upset.”
“I know but honestly, I’m not. I think it’s more of the idea of me being alone.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean not having anyone when I’m old and gray.” He proclaimed.
“You’ll have Alex, Christopher, Eddie, Me, and this little peanut growing in my stomach right now. We’re a family and we’ll always be here for you.”
“You say that now but years down the line who knows.”
“I know, Evan.” I turned towards him.
“You used my given name, I’m in trouble.”
“I’m serious, Buck. Nothing that happens between us would ever make you become not a part of my life. You’re the father of my first born and I will always love you.”
“I love you too, Y/n.” Buck said with a smile. We continued to sit there just rambling on about stuff when Buck turned to me. “It’s a little cold don’t you think? Should you be out here in your condition?”
“You make it sound like I’m dying. I’m pregnant, not terminally ill. Plus, this is nothing. Imagine being pregnant in Hershey. THAT was cold. It’s chilly though.” I said, rubbing my arms for a little warmth.
“Here.” Buck took his jacket off and wrapped it around my arms. “How’s that?”
“It’s better. But,” I closed the gap between us, and layed on Buck’s shoulder. “That’s better.” Buck draped his arm over me and we sat there in a comfortable silence. He was definitely rubbing my stomach absentmindedly but I didn’t mind. The baby seemed to calm down around Buck. Later on, Alex came out to get the both of us claiming it was time to cut the cake and we made our way back into the house. Tonight was a great night.
Buck and Y/n are getting closer, how cute! The next chapter will make you Buck girls swoon and you Eddie girls fume. I basically did a whole book for Eddie last time so maybe it’s Buck’s turn, who knows?
#Eddie Diaz#eddie diaz x reader#eddie and christopher#evan buckley#evan buck buckely#past evan buckley x reader#911 on fox#911 fic#911 fanfic#911
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Invisible String, 23: Importance of Basketball
summary: Sometimes the hardest thing in life is letting yourself be seen.
pairing: yoongi x f!reader
rating: explicit 🔞
genre: social media au, angst, fluff, romance
chapter word count: 1.7k
chapter warnings: This chapter is mostly mild, honestly, but there is some suggestive content in this. Minors DNI. Chapter includes swearing, talk of violence, sexual innuendos, mild sexual touches (Yoon likes boobs, what can I say?).
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As it turns out, Yoongi really is good with his hands…but he’s also incredibly quick on his feet – dribbling between his legs, spinning around you, passing the ball behind his back. He’s showing off, really, and you’re actually not all that impressed.
Okay, so maybe that’s a bit of a lie. You are impressed by how good he is, even if you don’t really have a standard to compare it to. What you’re not so impressed by is him using those skills to completely annihilate you in a game of one-on-one.
You don’t even play sports!
You huff in frustration when he shoots another layup, the ball going through the net with a satisfying swish. He shoots you a gummy grin, clearly happy with himself, and you roll your eyes and cross your arms. You’ve officially had enough of this game.
“Aww,” he coos, grabbing the ball and holding it beneath his arm as he approaches you. “Did I upset you, baby?”
You scoff, turning away from him when he reaches to poke at your ribs. “Was this fun for you?”
“Winning the game or watching you get increasingly frustrated and red in the face?” he questions with a cheeky wink.
“Fuck you,” you huff, but your words carry no malice. You reach forward to try to knock the ball from his hands.
He turns away from you far too quickly, huffing out a laugh when you squawk and try to reach around him to grab it. “Ghost, if you wanted to put your arms around me, all you had to do was ask.”
“You’re such an asshole,” you laugh, settling for resting your arms around his tummy and laying your head on his back.
His body shakes with laughter. “Do you want me to teach you how to shoot?”
“No,” you sigh. “I think it’d be a waste of your time.”
He hums, craning his neck around to look at you, one of his hands squeezing yours. “Spending time with you is never a waste of my time, Ghost.”
You purse your lips to hide your smile and press your forehead into his back, ignoring the effect his words have on you.
He makes a noise in the back of his throat and turns around in your arms, basketball bouncing to the ground at his feet when he reaches for you. He grins in amusement as he observes you. “Are you getting shy on me, Ghost?”
You scowl at him when he guides your face to look at him, nipping teasingly at his fingers on your chin. “Stop it.”
“Mm,” he hums with a tilt of his head. “No, I don’t think I will. You’re cute when you get shy.”
You squirm at the compliment, wrinkling your nose. “Stop it!”
His grin grows impossibly wider, arms looping around your shoulders to pull you into a hug. He messes with the hair on the back of your head, voice sounding rumbly so close to your ear. “So fucking cute.”
You whine, genuinely frustrated by how flustered a simple compliment from him can make you. “I’m gonna bite you, Min Yoongi.”
He laughs. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“You’re insufferable.”
“Maybe,” he mumbles, lips dangerously close to your ear. “But I’m also crazy about you.”
You shiver, tilting your head when his lips drift into the crook of your neck. With your hands around the fabric of his white t-shirt, you pull him a little closer and smirk when he stumbles. His teeth graze your flesh, raising goosebumps.
“Now who’s the cute one?” you tease, but the breathiness of your words gives you away.
“Mm,” he hums in thought, tongue and teeth exploring lazily. “Still you, baby.”
You fight the shivers that the cool breeze of November brings, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by Yoongi.
He pulls away with a small frown. “You should be wearing more than a sweater.”
You glance pointedly at his white t-shirt. “It’s kind of hard to play basketball in a winter jacket.”
His lips quirk. “You were playing basketball? I thought you were just waving your arms around your head and running around the court.”
Your mouth falls open with a squeak and you hit him on the chest. “Shut the fuck up, Min Yoongi!”
He laughs, ducking away from your slaps to reach for the ball and his sweatshirt. “Here, put this on.”
“No,” you state firmly with a shake of your head.
He falters, eyebrows pinched. “No?”
“Nope,” you shake your head once. “You’re gonna put that on until we get somewhere warm.”
His eyebrows lift in amusement. “Oh, am I?”
“Yup,” you pop the “p”, just daring him to argue.
For a moment, it looks like he will, but then he thinks better of it and shrugs into the sweatshirt, zipping it to the top. “Alright. Where are we going?”
“Your place?” you suggest hopefully.
He grimaces and glances at his watch. “Not a good time to be at the apartment.”
“Are Jimin or Namjoon hooking up with someone?” you question, not yet ready to question whether the two men are involved with one another. You have a weird feeling they might be, but can’t decide whether it’d be rude to ask.
Yoongi stifles a smile. “Yeah, something like that.”
You shrug. “Okay, we can go back to my dorm.”
His gaze lifts to yours, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he edges closer. “Yeah? What are we gonna do at your place, Ghost?”
You narrow your eyes at him, pointing a finger into his chest. “Behave!”
He winks. “Only if you do.”
~*~*~
“Can I ask you a question?” you mutter, hesitant to ruin the comfortable silence that’s settled between you and Yoongi. Surprisingly behaving yourselves, the two of you have cuddled up on your bed in your dorm, catching up on a popular Netflix series on your laptop. It feels weird to spend so much time with him like this. He should be out there, training with his team, but instead he’s here, wondering if he’ll ever be able to play with them again.
It makes your heart ache for him, knowing just how much the sport and his teammates mean to him — some of his teammates anyway.
“Mm,” Yoongi hums, patting your hair down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“What made you get into basketball? You weren’t on the team in high school, were you?”
“I wasn’t,” he sighs, fingers drifting lazily through your hair. “Eomma wanted me to try out though.”
“Your mom?” you ask, turning in his arms to look at him properly.
He nods, averting his gaze to the movie you’d paused. “She was worried, I think, wanted me to join a club or a sport, anything to help me make friends. Basketball was the easiest solution, I played back in Korea, but I didn’t really care about fitting in.”
He pauses, and you can tell there’s more he wants to say by the pinch of his eyebrows.
“I was so angry at that age,” he frowns. “I’d just had my entire life uprooted. I had to leave all of my friends behind, I didn’t want to make new ones. I watched my parents struggle every day and I couldn’t understand why we’d left. We didn’t have it that bad back home. Was it really so bad in comparison to this?”
Your eyes flit across his face, concerned by his monologue. You can tell he’s not here with you anymore, that he’s mentally slipped back to his high school days. It makes you want to travel back there with him, maybe replace a few of his bad memories with something better.
Why hadn’t you had the nerve to reach out to him back then? Why had you let your own insecurities — and your admittedly strong crush — keep you from being his friend?
Would he have even accepted you if you had? Or would he have pushed you away?
His gaze meets yours, seeming to come back to the present. He shakes his head and licks his lips. “You asked me a question, what was it?”
You smile a little sadly, squeezing his arm. “Why basketball?”
He takes a deep breath and nods. “My parents…they only ever wanted me to be happy. Even though moving here made me miserable, they’d done it in hopes of making things better. Basketball was always something that made me happy and it reminded me of home.” He shrugs, glancing away. “It’s also the last thing Eomma really encouraged me to get back into, said she missed seeing me happy.”
You refrain from saying “oh, Yoongi” like you really want to, instead rolling over so you can face him fully and cuddle a little closer. “I’m sure she’d be so proud of you.”
His eyebrows pinch and he gets a faraway look in his eye before he scoffs. “Yeah, she’d be so proud of me for hitting someone and throwing away my scholarship.”
“She might not be happy with what you did,” you allow gently, tracing a finger over the silver chain around his neck. “But I’m sure she’d be proud of why.”
“Maybe,” he mumbles, rubbing his hand along your back. He pauses between your shoulder blades, eyebrows pinching as his gaze flicks to you. “Ghost…”
“Hm?” you grunt, innocently raising your eyes to meet his.
He smirks. “Are you wearing a bra?”
You’d completely forgotten that you, in fact, had neglected to wear one that day. You wore a lot of layers all day, it’s not like anyone would notice anyway.
Well, except for the guy you share a bed with from time to time.
Your cheeks warm, even as you push out your chest and wiggle a little closer. “Wanna find out?”
“Fuck yes, I do,” he growls, hand immediately delving into your shirt while his lips attack your neck.
You laugh at his enthusiasm, trying to ignore the way his fingers pinch around your nipple. “Hey Yoon, you know you’ll get to play basketball again, right?”
He nips at your neck. “Don’t care right now.”
You snort, but tilt your head back in a moan when he sucks your skin between his teeth. Even distracted, you feel your resolve strengthen though.
Yoon will get to play basketball again. He’ll be able to do what he loves and make his eomma proud – although you’re almost certain that, if there is some sort of afterlife and she’s watching over him (hopefully not right this minute, of course), then she’s proud of him already.
He deserves to play again You’ll make sure he does.
And if you take down an entitled jock along the way? Well, you don’t think anyone on campus could blame you.
Or maybe they could.
You really don’t care anymore.
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a very special episode of catgirl captain planet
this is a livewatch and i am drinking wine so, you know, mew mew new, in your face!
I was bracing myself for the OP after going right to the chokeout, grateful they held back as much as it would have been hilarious
force ghost emo boyfriend!! u tell him baby, boku wa taking my body back
oh no, black lightning
the power of hope and also magical musical instruments are on her side
hand grasp powers! just like with Lettuce
poor Pai he’s re-WHAT THE FUCK
tiny pupils psychosis has taken hold
damn, aoyama really is the ultimate mahou boyfriend, even functions as a no-roaming cellphone
shabon spray everyone back to full HPm hell yeah
aww one last glimpse of the blue knight
girl your ears are so big you know what you [didn’t] hear.
oh, sweet, yelling works! I am certain she would have tried CPR next, tho
aww Mint. I love a good mina-san scene [also that was a long time between bubble resurrection and running upstairs, the girlfriends were totally making out]
I do not get Purin/Tart but I can get down with Purin & Tart, if you get me. They’re too young for me to get it as romantic but I dig them as found family
Pai shut the fuck up, no, you don’t get to be a sweetie with a change of heart after THAT. I’m mad for your characterization, you deserved better.
Lettuce, my love, your design has too many shades of green, but I really love your growth, I didn’t even remember the Beckies when we saw them and neither should you.
ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaa kishigo fans i am happy for you, what a lil scamp bwahaha
girl bye
their angel wings should have been pastel versions of their colors rather than white so it would be less weird that Mint gets wings on top of her wings
[i looked for an xzibhit gif but I guess that was from the jpeg memeternet]
Aww, Ichigo is carrying Aoyama like how Mint carried Zakuro, I guess they really are romantic >:3
omg watercolor stills with exactly what I asked for
aww Miwa & Moe, hi gorls
ANOTHER ZANY ZAKURO PLAN love this for her, I am immiediately deciding she & Pudding spent the better part of the last week planning this
I am gonna need to analyze their different ninja uniforms at some point
new party outfits!
also I wanna make that spread everything looks so gooood
we can talk about this later, i gotta get to bed soon, short list of not in this shot, some sorta cream thing decorated with blueberries, tea and coffee service, a big pink straight walled tart, christmas cake
oh everyone’s little gasps
MAN GETTING A HUG GOODBYE AT THE AIRPORT shit u can’t do anymore( T-T)
all the animals!
Mint corporation!
Zakuro being impulsive!
FOUND FAMILY! the pudlings climbing all over tart, I love that, molto bene
Lettuce got herself a GLAM internship! we love to see it.
I know she’s gotta list everyone but ouch Keiichiro really didn’t get much characterization time did he? I guess he was busy with his successful top surger between the seasons, wearing a binder with all that moving around in the kitchen was a pain *nodnod*
aww groupshot cute, I love Zakuro playing with Pudding
Well, Berry fans, I am sorry. I am also sorry for me, but I kinda knew we weren’t gonna get a Ringo cameo/easter egg
Okay, bedtime, but I am so excited to read everyone’s thoughts tomorrowwwww
#yolkcheeks watching#tokyo mew mew new spoilers#tmm new s2e12#tmm new#tmm new spoilers#mew mew amiche#kinda#generally gonna try to resist the urge to use tag asides#as a courtesy#but i am not making promises i can't keep
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The Dragon Prince
Thoughts part 4 (spoilers)
I just realized the different seasons have names of the six magic elements—does that mean there will be 6 seasons?? That’s a lot. If it stays this good, though, I’m here for it
Also I was thinking about it, and now I’m wondering if Ezran’s weird taffy hippo dream was also significant, since Callum’s was? Maybe I'll go back and watch it later
Pffft watching Callum be super excited with his glow cube in Xadia is so much fun XD
Ahhh, the castle guards. I love them so much
So who actually is the Crow Lord? I really wanna meet him now. The Crow Master is a darling too though, so cute and awkward and relatable
I… I have so many feelings for Soren right now. On the one hand, he’s had so much character growth, and still maintains his adorable whacky side. On the other, he’s blaming himself pretty hard for something he didn’t actually do. Poor boy
It’s a fuZZY WITH A FACE THAT’S SO CUTE
Aww yeah, you go Ezran! Mercy for the win!
Ahh, there we are—I was wondering how he was gonna fit that crown over his hair haha
C’mon, Rayla, give the boy some credit—Callum’s elf was basically as good as your human XD
Also I guess Earthblood elves are Australian?
Oh no—advisor guy—don’t you dare go behind Ezran’s back. It will not end well for you
Rayla’s …a ghost now? Uh, okay?
YEEEEEE CLAUDIA!! CALL HIM ON IT!!
Oh no he didn’t
Prime example of gaslighting
Viren you are a horrible, horrible man
Oh great. Corrupt advisor. Another horrible man
Oh man, that Sunfire elf staff test would be terrifying—not being able to hear would make someone dependent on sight, and potentially losing their sight in some kind of test—that would be awful
What the crap, message thief? What’s your problem??
Hrrggggg bug—on—face—oh there’s goo—uaeiankwekaadfkandf ick ick ick that’s so gross!!
Hmmm. Why do I not believe Nyx? Why does she give me huge con-artist vibes?
HMMMMMM
Ezraaaaan what are you doooiiiing that you can’t take Bait with you??
So that—silkworm walkie talkie thing—put goo on his entire eye? kandoiehoIWRHOHFOIEBF GROOOSSSSSSSS
Whaaaaat is haaaaapeeennnning?? Ezran, kiddo, what are you doing??
I’M SO CONFUSED
Callum, Rayla, you’re both babies and adorable <3
Ah, right. Nyx is a con artist lady. Surprise surpise
I love Bait. He’s got the right priorities
…okay, so Ezran abdicated… but why is he in prison???
Is seriously no one gonna say “uh, dude, you got something in your eye”?
Sorrrreeeeen please please please tell me you’re joining the lady advisor and people… but I could see how badly you’ve been manipulated your whole life, so I could understand if you’re doing this to try to make it up for your dad. But it would still be tragic
YEAH SOREN HONEY YOU ROCK
Soren you’re a dork and I love you
The baker's there too? Love that XD <3
Aww, you could just go with them, Soren!
Oh? Was Claudia in on it? The way she’s emphasizing that euphemism makes me think she saw straight through Viren’s bluff. One can hope
Yeeeaah!! It’s the guard Rayla spared!! (I have a terrible feeling he’s going to be made an example of. But this guy is so brave in this moment)
Okay, at least they’re alive. But wow, Viren, way to instigate hate
No way—is that—the moon phoenix thing is filling the giant eagle trope, isn’t it? XD
Yes, yes it is XD
Soren I don’t know how many times I can articulate this but I love you so much
…and once again, Viren takes creepiness to a whole new level. Yes, let’s talk to the king about how his wife’s last breath was caught in a bottle so it could be used in an ancient powerful spell. I’m sure he’d love that (hope you can hear my sarcasm).
Viren. I have very strong feelings about you and your manipulations. Many of them involve fires and pits and bodily injuries.
Pfffft this poor dramatic prince dude has no idea how to handle this crazy family XD
Also I love Claudia’s little “bloiufdh” face XD
Oh… wow… that… that dragon king died a horrible death
This conversation flashback is so painful to watch
Are you kidding. The bird died right in front of the kid? That’s just mean
Ohhhh wait, right, she’s a phoenix. They do that
Oh looky, Viren’s creepy face is back, and I don’t see any butterflies hanging around here, do you?
I appreciate that conversation between Callum and Rayla about the mixed feelings for the big dragon king. It was timely
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Man you sent in some questions I really have to think about so here you have a few to work on in the meantime: 3, 7, 11 & 25 😅💕
hehe thank you for asking!!!
3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?
hmmm do i even have a writing ritual?? i feel like i don't... sometimes i'll put on one of two playlists: tunes for typing or driving too fast but i'm writing... but is that enough of a ritual??
7. What is your deepest joy about writing?
aww this one is cute. i think the thing about writing (fanfiction) that brings me the most joy is getting to share in such a wonderful fandom with everyone. whether that takes the form of me sobbing over kudos or comments, or just throwing around ideas and headcanons with friends, i think it's really the people that make it so much fun.
11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?
pffft. i don't think i've written any TRUE mcd.. maybe in where are you roaming where killua is a ghost xD but i like to make my darlings suffer endlessly >:3c i am a darling torturer, and i suffer right along with them!!!
25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?
hehe i feel like this question and the previous one are where you can really tell this is for writers who write their own original stories and characters rather than fanfiction with characters that already exist and have their own preexisting set of traits xD
i’ve been trying to come up with some weirdly specific, have-nothing-to-do-with-anything headcanons, but i can’t think of any either!! wtf
please enjoy some regular headcanons (that aren’t even that new lol) as a consolation prize orz
-killua lives with chronic pain as a result of his brutal treatment as a child. all those years of dislocating all his joints and breaking all his bones can’t just melt away like that no sir
-leorio comes from a small town that’s half fishing village, half canning factory town. his mother died of complications with having a baby when leorio was young and he and his father have a very loving, yet gruff, relationship. unsure if i’ve decided i want him to be one of many siblings or an only child or something in the middle hehe i talked with extrat about leorio the other day and can’t stop thinking about him
-kurapika definitely is into textile arts as a way to preserve his culture. i saw this post by slowopoke one time and i’ve been feral for fiber arts kurapika ever since xD someday i’ll write the fic i’ve been stewing over about this
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His Favorite Girl
a/n: HELLO. (sounding like the guy in the cinema cba lol) anyways I have returned for a brief period of time to share this update with you guys. It’s based off of this request here: “ Do you think you could write a Luke x gang again where maybe he has to leave for work during sex and the reader touches herself out of frustration and he comes back and finds her ?”
STOP BECAUSE THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT WHAT THE REQUESTER WANTED BUT ILL WRITE SOMETHING AGAIN BUT LIKE JUST TH REQUEST IF THATS WHAT YOU GUYS WANT SDGHGDFGBH but this is kinda a part 2 to the Bambi/His Favorite Secret series thingy cause a few people wanted that! thank you guys so much for all the love mwah
i should literally be studying rn but im not so <3 im very sorry for this abomination lol
sorry for the long a/n guys! :( enjoy x
word count: 3.4k
warnings: smutty stuff (fucking, fingering, anal and all that...ive never written this before so PLS PLS PLS give me feedback omg) uh choking, doesn’t have a daddy kink in this but sir is mentioned. talks of being tied up and being tied up? talks about overstim... he calls her little girl at one point...
“Luke! Stop moving!” She lightly slapped her boyfriend’s hand, to which he groaned in return. Her tongue stuck out slightly from between her lips in concentration, eyebrows furrowing as she returned to the task she had firmly put her mind to. That was, until the blond giant moved again, “Luke!”
“Bambi,” Luke echoed lightly, using his nickname for the smaller girl in front of him who looked up at him with an unimpressed facial expression.
“You’re gonna ruin it,” She mumbled lightly, pointing back down at her artwork which Luke only then first looked at. It was safe to say, although he shouldn’t have been, he was thoroughly shocked.
His nails, which his girl had somehow managed to convince him into painting weren’t black, or blue. No, they were bright, blasting, hot pink. He groaned lightly, wondering just how exactly she had managed to rope him into this and just how he was going to hide his nails from the rest of the gang later on tonight when he -they- met up with them tonight.
She was a bundle of both nerves and excitement, finally getting to meet Luke’s closest friends. It had been about a week since their argument, and now she was meeting his friends. It seemed like everything was moving in the right direction, thankfully. She couldn’t wait to be honest, very much looking forward to being able to hear more about Luke from his friends, and just meeting them in general.
They seemed fun.
Well, as fun as gang members could be. She probably should have been more cautious surrounding them, but Luke got her guard down so quickly and she was yet to regret that. How scary could they possibly be considering the man in front of her, soft blond curls held back by her bunny bath headband, nails painted hot pink, was supposed to be the scariest man in the whole city.
“Cal’s gonna rip the piss outta me for this, Bambi,” He complained softly, with no plans to take the polish off of his nails as he looked at his girlfriend, between his legs, small hand wrapped around the bottle of nail polish with her other hand laying against his knee.
She couldn’t help the small upturn of her lips as she blew softly against the nail polish on his fingernails, not patient enough to let it airdry despite it being a fast-drying polish. She shrugged lightly, head flopping to the side adorably as Luke stared down at her, resisting the urge to run his hands through her hair; another issue he had with the wet paint on his fingernails.
“I think it looks great, we’re matching,” She then flaunted the bright pink color that coated her own nails, and Luke’s lips twitched into a grin, careful not to ‘aww’ at the cute words that came out of the smaller girl’s mouth.
He hummed lightly, leaning back against the couch but his baby blues never leaving her face, “They look a lot better on you than they do me, Bambi.”
“I think they’re cute,” The girl climbed onto his lap, making Luke take a deep intake of breath as she sits barely an inch away from a rather sensitive area of his. She, however, seemed to pay no attention to the risen area of his jeans as she leaned against his chest, face hidden in the crook of his neck, soft breaths from her mouth fanning against his neck.
He twisted to give her a small kiss on the forehead, to which she responds by kissing his neck softly, lips staying against his neck as her hand traveled up his stomach up to his neck, holding him close as she began to kiss the base of his neck more.
“Lu,” She whispered softly, “How much time have we got?”
“Like an hour, baby. Why?”
However, the girl never replied verbally, and instead repositioned herself carefully, Luke’s neck void from her warmth before her hand started to travel down, painfully slow, until it landed right above the tent in his jeans. His eyes traveled up to meet hers, eyebrow raised as she dropped her hand down barely, lips struggling to pull the smirk away.
He lifted his hands to her back, going to reposition her before she shook her head, “Your nail polish, Lu. Hands down.”
His hands didn’t move, frozen in place around her clothed waist. His nails were long since dried, she knew that, but she liked this. She liked the intake of breath he took when her hand ghosted over the hardened cock in his jeans, the way he couldn’t lift his hands; scared to smudge the pink on his nails.
He was restricted. Oh, how the tables had turned.
Her hand gently palmed against his hardened, clothed cock, causing a grumble to emit from his throat. It was a deep rumbling sound, -something that the girl had heard numerous times but would never get used to.
To her, everything about Luke was perfect, even his moans.
“Bambi, you know the rules about teasing-”
Her lips attached to his, cutting him off rather efficiently, pressing softly as she continued to palm him through his jeans, gently rocking on his thigh. He moaned into their kiss, her tongue, as a reflex, finding its way into his mouth. Their tongues pressed against one another, lips still pressed together as her spare hand crawled up to the back of his neck, playing with his soft curls.
Her palm pressed into his fully hardened cock now, his tongue swiping over her lips before tugging on it, pulling apart, breathless. His hands found a place on her waist, guiding her softly but firmly, taking back the control he craved.
Looking her straight in the eyes, one of Luke’s hands went around her neck, thumb pulling her lower lip down as he unbuckled his belt with one hand, taking his cock out of its confined clothing and bringing her hand down to hold onto it. It wasn’t the first time that she had given him a handjob, and it wouldn’t be the last, but she still couldn’t help but be nervous.
Despite not being a virgin when she met Luke, she still lacked a lot of experience that Luke definitely had. She knew that he would never judge her, but that never stopped the nerves that festered.
“All shy all of a sudden, Bambi?” He mocked, hand around her neck tightening as he bit down on her ear lobe, gently tugging at it before letting out a breath, “All big and brave, teasing Sir, aren’t you? If you’re going to start it, then you’re going to finish it. On your knees. Now.”
Releasing a shaky breath, the girl clambered out of Luke’s lap dropping to the floor, in a similar position to the one she had been in minutes before, only in a more sexual manner. Her lips met the tip of his cock, tongue lightly swiping across the base.
His hand grabbed firmly onto the hair on the back of her head, holding her steady as she got used to the feeling of his cock in her mouth before thrusting against her. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat, sending vibrations up him, releasing a deep moan from his throat.
“Suck, little girl,” Luke commanded deeply, leaving no room for argument as the smaller girl abided to his command, tongue swiping over him as she reached up to cover the last part of his cock with her hand.
Yet, she didn’t get much further when a ringing sounded through the room, Luke groaning but ultimately pulling away from the girl who stayed on the floor, watching Luke as he grabbed his phone.
“What?” He gritted his teeth lightly, trying to keep his frustration at bay after being interrupted.
He sighed softly, not looking at the small girl with furrowed eyebrows still on the floor as he pulled his jeans back up, clambering to get shoes on and getting ready to leave, hanging the phone up.
“Luke what’s going on?”
“Gang shit, Bambi. I gotta get going, be ready for six, we’re meeting Cal, Ash, and Mike later, remember?” He offered her no more words, but she can tell he isn’t angry at her, just due to their interruption.
However, she can’t help but be frustrated at the interruption, waiting until after Luke leaves to huff and puff about it before starting to get ready.
. . .
“Luke has this old penguin fan account on Instagram from like seven years ago. There’s this one picture on there with him with a penguin hat-”
“Cal, stop,” Luke interrupted Cal swiftly, an arm going around his smaller girlfriend’s waist who looked far too amused by the embarrassing things about Luke that Cal was telling.
“No, no, Calum please keep going. Please,” The girl begged, feeling very comfortable around the Maori boy. They were pleasant, to her at least, and so far they had made her feel very comfortable and very much at home. It was hard to believe that the people joking with her where infamous mobsters, ones that were feared all across the city, and state.
They had met in Ashton’s house, who she had already met before, at six o’clock. It turns out gang members like to be punctual, or maybe it was only these ones.
Luke was in a bit of a hurry once he arrived back home, with no time to finish what he and his girl had started before he had to leave in a hurry, leaving her oh so frustrated. This was only magnified when she saw him afterward, ready to head to Ash’s in that pale pink silk button-up that only seemed like it would suit him; like it was made specifically for him.
Maybe it was.
Luke was never shy of customized clothing, cars, or anything he wanted honestly. If you have the money, why not? Was always his answer when she asked why he seemed to wear all of these expensive items. If it wasn’t custom-made, it was a high-quality designer that he wore, she rarely ever found him in anything that didn’t smell of cash and high-class, -far too expensive but albeit intoxicating- cologne.
This money of Luke’s also happened to extend to her also. He was never shy of picking her up a few things, letting her have his card for shopping and now, he started going out shopping with her too. He didn’t look like the type that would go out with his ‘girlfriend’ or anyone, but in the case of her, he followed her around like a lost puppy; willing to hold her bags, let her drain his bank account. Not that she did, anyway. She was still mindful, even if Luke had more money than he knew what to do with.
“Nah, can’t. Don’t want Luke to kill me for embarrassing me in front of his precious little girlfriend,” Calum teased lightly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to meet Luke’s baby blues. Truthfully, Luke could pretend to be annoyed at Cal and the rest for exposing his old penguin Instagram account but he was just glad to see them getting along with the girl that owned his heart.
She was the first girlfriend that his best friends seemed to approve of. He didn’t normally bring his girlfriends to meet them, but the ones he did, the boys he called his best friends didn’t usually like them. For the first time, Luke could actually see a future with the girl in front of him, beamingly smiling as Cal and Michael joke about with her and laughing at their attempts of humor.
God, he loved her.
“So, do you think they like me?” She asked the moment they got home, the door shut behind them. Luke turned around, staring at the wide-eyed girl with a small smile on his lips.
Did she seriously not realize how much they liked her? Especially with how much joking that they had done with her, he was certain that she would have realized but then again, she wasn’t the most self-assured person when it comes to new people. He nodded his head, “Yeah, Bambi. They really liked you.”
Luke would never get over the way her eyes sparkled, his smile only growing. She looked amazing in that red silky dress that he had bought her, and he looked just as good in the coral colored button-up he was wearing.
Their lips met softly, Luke bending down slightly to meet her lips as the girl went up on her tiptoes, bare feet on the top of Luke’s shoes. He didn’t mind, in fact, he barely even realized as he swiped his tongue across her bottom lip for access which she quickly gave him. Her hands wrapped around his neck, one entangling in his blond curls, while his went around her waist and one under her ass, lifting her up.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, lips never breaking away from his as she moaned into the kiss. She pushed herself closer to him as the kiss heated up, eyes closed as Luke tried his best to navigate the way to their bedroom. Thankfully, even with his eyes partially closed and completely distracted by the soft lips on his, he managed to get there, fumbling with the doorknob before kicking the door open.
Luke pulled away quickly to get a breath, now at the edge of the bed as his mouth went to the side of her face, pressing kisses along her neck before whispering in a sinfully sultry voice, “Let’s finish what we started earlier, huh?”
With that, she was placed down on the bed, staring at Luke with a glaze in her eyes, lust, lips slightly swollen as he pushed her dress up, nudging her underwear to the side. His fingers ghosted over her pussy, making her take a ragged intake of breath. He was on top of her, watching her as she awaited every movement of his fingers, completely helpless under his touch.
“So wet for me, baby,” He murmured, pressing a few chaste kisses against the base of her neck as he rubbed her slit. She didn’t reply just yet, whining lightly when he slowed down his movements, coming to a stop, “Tell me what you want baby.”
“You, Lu. I want you, sir,” Her words flooded out of her mouth quickly, the aching between her legs becoming too much. If Luke didn’t do something about it soon then she would have to. She stared up at his smirking face above her. His fingers pulled away from her, making her whine as he reached for his belt, skillfully unbuckling it and letting his cock spring free from its confines.
He looked up at her as he repositioned himself, her squirming with need beneath him before he lined his tip at her entrance, baby blues meeting her eyes, “You sure?”
She nodded vigorously in return, but Luke didn’t move, commanding lightly, “Words, baby.”
“Please Luke, I’m sure. Please fuck me.” He swatted her thigh at the sound of the swear falling from her lips but obliged nonetheless, plunging deep into her letting out a moan, her strangled moan following behind.
He plunged in once again, hitting a spot that made her whimper and moan at the same time, hands reaching around to his back, clawing on the now exposed skin. Luke’s hips are flushed against hers as he goes deep inside of her once again, both moaning.
“Fuck, Bambi,”
Luke’s pace quickened, thrusts becoming sloppier as he continued to thrust into her, hitting her sweet spot over and over, moans filling the room with small pleads from her and soft curses from him.
Then a phone went off. Luke froze inside of her, and she groaned, sweaty, a mess, and incredibly sexually frustrated. She could feel Luke sitting inside of her; how big he was. She thought that he was going to ignore the phone call, to continue something that they were robbed of earlier. He wasn’t really going to let them be interrupted twice today, was he?
He reached over to the bedside table, picking his phone up and looking at the caller ID before sighing. He pulled out of her, baby blues looking at her with a frown, “I need to take this.”
“Luke,” It was a plead. For him to stay with her, to let them finish what they started. She shuffled lightly until she was sitting in front of him, on her knees. Her hand went to the side of his face, caressing it gently as she put her face at his neck, “Stay with me, Sir. I need you.”
He knew exactly what she was trying to do, but he wasn’t going to fall for it. He pulled away from her, gripping onto her side as a warning with his free hand, “No, Bambi.”
His voice was low, a warning for her to stop what she was doing as he sent her a pointed look. He didn’t even let her make another move or get another word in before he was back in his jeans and walking out of the room, leaving her alone.
The seconds that she was alone turned into minutes, and those minutes turned into ten, then fifteen. She shifted uncomfortably, still on edge and incredibly frustrated. It didn’t seem like Luke was coming back as he had left without saying goodbye or telling her where he was going to be or how long. Was this all because she had tried to get him to stay?
Well, if he wasn’t going to get back, she would have to take stuff into her own hands. Leaning back, her hand reached her own clit, rubbing desperately, basking in the feeling once again. This time, she would get the job done.
Her fingers slipped inside of her, curling into her, moans softly filtering out of her lips. She was close, her fingers covered in her own slick as she continued to curl her hands into herself, soft pants falling from her lips as she spread her legs more to get a better angle, trying to go deeper.
Her hands would never be as good as Luke’s though, her small fingers not holding a torch to his digits. He knew everything that made her squirm, even better than she did, he had her all decoded, knew how to navigate her better than anyone else ever could.
“Baby I need to get-” Luke opened the door, stopping when his eyes met her figure on the middle of the bed, fingers inside of her as soft breaths fell from her lips. Her head titled back, eyes lidded as he froze on the spot before a smirk made its way onto his face.
“Really?” He asked incredulously, sauntering up to the bed before grabbing onto her wrist, pulling her fingers out of her desperate cunt making her whine. Her eyes met his, which never strayed, even after he brought her hand up to his mouth and swirling his tongue around her slick-covered digits.
“Lu-”
“Quiet,” He shut her up quickly, voice hard and commanding, something that made nerves bundle in her stomach and turned her on even more. He stood up again, sauntering over to the dresser before pulling a belt from the top of it, grabbing her hands and confining them with the thick leather, “Since you can’t keep your hands off of that pretty little pussy of mine, I guess we’re going to have to do something about that.”
Luke pulled her up to the headboard, hooping the leather around there and tightening it. When he let go, she pulled against the leather restraints, only to find her hands unable to move from their position at the headboard.
“So desperate to cum, baby? Well, you’ll be desperate to stop after I make you come over and over until there’s no more cum left in your body and you're writhing beneath me. Do you understand me, baby?”
“Yes Sir,” She whimpered out in return, nodding her head as she breathed heavily, watching Luke’s hand as it trailed teasingly down her side until it reached her pussy, a finger flicking up and down it, making her hips jerk up.
“But first of all, I need to go deal with the drug run. See you later, Bambi.”
And with a smirk on his face, Luke left his girlfriend there, tied up to the bed, whining for him to come back. And he would, and when he did, she wouldn’t be walking for days afterward.
#luke hemmings x reader#luke hemmings x you#luke hemmings x y/n#gang!luke hemmings x reader#gang!luke hemmings#gang!luke hemmings x oc#luke hemmings gang#luke hemmings smut#luke hemmings x oc
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Missing Squishy and Eggy 😔😔😔 do we have some crumbs 🤲🏻🤲🏻 lying around, ma’am 😔🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻
Squishy and Eggy!! I know I haven't talked about the main cast a ton this week, but that's because there's so much going on with the secondary cast, and no time haha. So we may be doing a back and forth kinda deal but I can spare a cute little moment of Squishers and her Eggy boy!
🖤🖤🖤🖤
Stressing Me Out
Summary: Your little family
Pairings: Blade X Reader
Rating: it’s so fluffy
Warnings: talking Fable, front butts, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 750
Desperate Lives AU Masterlist
Blade Drysdale Masterlist
“No, no, you gotta hold his head up, Squish.”
“Wike wike dis, daddy?” Fable looks up at Blade with the biggest smile on her face. She still hasn’t given up on the wanting of a sister, but she’s learning to tolerate her chubby bubba.
Blade gives her a slow head nod, and smiles back down at the littlest loves in his life. While he doubted whether he would be a good father or not, you knew. You saw the care he gave his nieces and nephews. Having a special bond with each of them.
This is your favorite time. Letting him think you’re still in the shower, when in reality you’re watching your family be so sweet. Too often it’s a crazy, fun, and fast paced love that you guys have. But these moments are special. Moments where you get to see Blade’s soft side. The side that not many get to see or experience. He protects that side; it’s only for his inner circle.
Fable’s fingers pet around Beckett’s face, and you’re made painfully aware why people have more than one child. She’s still small, but there’s this big girl quality to her. She doesn’t sleep in a crib anymore. She used the potty, picked out her own clothes, even decided how she wanted her hair fixed for the day, and daddy is always the one to fix it.
You already see such a change in your Eggy boy. He has facial expressions, and the cutest little laugh, especially if Fable was paying attention to him. He coos up at her, while she sings to him, or will grunt when she gives you a kiss to your cheek.
You’re little bestie did it now just to spite him. With his fists curled up tightly he thrashes around, and grunts, until you pull him up to your face issuing kiss after kiss on him.
Neither you nor Blade knew that you had enough room to love another child, but you were able to. Almost tearful when you think of having to be away from them. You just couldn’t get enough of your sweet family. From your sexy husband, to your beautiful daughter, to that chubby boy that she holds in her hands.
Blade turns to you, giving you a soft smile, so you flash him a little bit of tit, and he bites at his lip, “Squish, your mom’s being mean to me.”
“Teww hew to quit it, and sing da sunshine song wif me.”
“You heard her, wifey. Get over here, and sing You Are My Sunshine with her.”
“I hate when you call me that,” you walk over to the bed, and give him a kiss. Slyly his thumb ghosts over your breast, and you give a little yelp.
“What’s wrong, Lo? A little sensitive.”
“Mommy! Sing wif me!”
Giving Blade a playful elbow, you do the sweet little routine of singing You Are My Sunshine as a family to Eggy. Still one of Blade’s favorite songs. “So since we wike dis Egg. Wets tawk about da next. Kissy said he wiww dis…discuss youw options when you awe weady.”
“Faby, can we just enjoy the egg for a bit longer before you want me to have another baby?”
“Daddy’s da one dat does aww da wowk,” Blade laughs while you narrow your eyes at him. “Him da one dat does da chicken poop thing in youw fwont butt.”
“Oh my gosh! Fable, you can’t talk about chicken poop in my…front butt when you go to school.”
“Dats what happens. Daddy does aww da wowk. So wet him do dat chicken poop wowd and make suwe it’s a giwl. Eggy is enough stwaws.”
“What do you know about straws?” Blade asks her confused.
“I don’t. Papa said him has a stwaw in hims diapew. I don’t want to see that. Ooh! I gotta go. Don’t wait, it’ww be awhiwe. Eggy some of us don’t poop in our pants anymowe.”
You wait until that dramatic little girl runs into her bathroom. Giving her the privacy she needs, “Yep, she’s all Drysdale.”
“I don’t know how to take that.”
“She is all Drysdale. Cute as can be, but man, she’s a handful. That’s all you, Bladey.”
“We could make another,” with wide eyes you turn to look at him. “Not the three years we waited on her at least. I’m getting old.”
“That’s what I get for falling in love with an old man, who has a big cock.”
“Sweetheart, you had never seen a cock before, you wouldn’t know.”
“Well I have now, big dick. Give me my baby, you two are stressing me out.”
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#desperate lives#desperate lives au#desperate verse#da au#da au ask#da au request#dau#squish drysdale#squishy girl#fable drysdale#beckett drysdale#eggy drysdale#blade drysdale#blade drysdale x reader#blade drysdale x lo
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Haikyuu Boys Comforting You After Watching A Horror Movie
GN!Reader | Fluff | Warnings: None
Characters: Atsumu, Suna
A/n: I might do a part two of this, so if there’s any recommendations for who to add send in an ask!
ATSUMU
“I’m not sure a horror movie before bed is a good idea, y/n.” The cautionary words of your loving boyfriend play on loop as you sit on the couch, alone, finding safety in the blanket you’d wrapped tightly around your figure. Only a small part of your face was left exposed as you scanned the dark for any possible dangers waiting to jump out at you. Turning off all the lights seemed like a good idea when you settled down, wanting that perfect movie watching experience. Again, your boyfriend questioned it, but you had assured him it wouldn’t be an issue.
It was most certainly an issue.
Carefully, you free one of your arms from the blanket’s confines and quickly try to feel around for your discarded phone. You were certain that you’d thrown it off to the side before starting the movie. This was just like a scene out of a real horror movie, you thought.
You see something move from the corner of your eye, making you freeze. There’s a very likely possibility you’re simply seeing things, your mind deciding to play a cruel trick on you. Regardless, you couldn’t take that chance as you abandoned the search for your phone and burrowed back into the blankets. The childlike belief that a simple piece of fabric holds the magical power to keep monsters at bay was comforting. Now, if only you could make yourself move off the couch, down the even darker hallway, and throw yourself into the room you share with your boyfriend.
In one swift motion, you push yourself up off the couch and step forward, immediately hitting your leg against the small table coffee table. You let out a loud string of cures, falling back on the couch in defeat. How you managed to forget about the piece of furniture that had been there for the entire last six months since the two of you moved in was beyond you.
Suddenly, the lights clicked on, causing you to throw an arm across your eyes that had been adjusted to the dark for the last two hours.
“Stop, stop, stop,” you whined, fear and adrenaline running through your body as you tensed, prepared to be gobbled down by the monster from the movie you very much regretted watching.
“Didn’t I say this was going to happen?” Atsumu laughs. At the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, your face drops and you move your arm to the side in order to glare at him.
“I hate you,” you state, pushing yourself off the couch, more aware of your surroundings this time, and turning away from him.
“Aww, baby,” he coos, walking up behind you. His hands fall gently to your side, moving them over your waist until they’re clasped in front of you. The gesture alone is enough to release the tension you’d been holding in your body. His chest presses against your back as he pulls you in closer, placing soft kisses on your exposed shoulders.
“You scared me, Tsumu,” you groan, turning around so you can wrap your arms around his exposed torso. You feel his chest rise and fall as he chuckles.
“It was purely good intentioned, I was just coming out to check on you,” he explains, beginning to run his hand up and down over your back. “And it seems like it’s a good thing I did. Would you have made it off the couch?” You remained silent, knowing that more than likely you would’ve sat there until you gathered enough courage to sprint to the room or grown so tired you passed out.
“Let’s just go to bed,” you grumble, grabbing his hands and dragging him down the hallway with you. He turns the lights off behind the two of you, laughing at the way you leap on the bed to avoid having your feet exposed to any lurking monsters.
Perhaps you should watch horror movies more, Atsumu thinks as you snuggle into him under the covers, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He couldn’t deny the overwhelming benefits in his favor.
SUNA
It was your turn to choose what you and Suna watched for movie night and decided to step out of your comfort zone by searching the horror tab for something interesting. You eventually settled on a classic plot where the new family looking for a fresh start buys a ridiculous cheap house with a horrible, hidden, haunted past. It really hadn’t seemed that scary when you read through the short synopsis.
You had to admit, though, the graphics and make-up were extremely realistic and whoever was in charge of choosing the suspenseful music should win several awards because you felt thoroughly terrified. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected as he laughed every now and then, pointing out how predictable the scares were. And it only made him laugh harder when you jumped at every single one.
The popcorn had been long forgotten as you no longer felt any desire to snack on the buttery deliciousness, instead opting to bury your face in the hoodie your boyfriend was wearing. At one point he asked if you wanted to stop the movie, worried that you might be genuinely scared. You didn’t respond, just shaking your head as your eyes stayed glued to the screen. Not only did you feel an obligation to finish the movie you’d picked due to pure stubbornness, but you were actually interested to see what happened next.
“Do the neighbors not hear them like...screaming?” you mumble, beginning to pick apart the more questionable bits of the movie. “I wonder if homeowners insurance covers damages by ghost.” It made it much less frightening to make fun of the movie as it played, but you tried to keep your comments to a minimum as to not annoy Suna, understanding how irritating it can be to have somebody talk while you’re trying to actually watch.
“This kid is probably going to need so much therapy,” he chimes in. “And they won’t even be able to afford it because they sunk all their money into this dump of a house!” You smiled at his added commentary, the two of you beginning to play off each other. Only when it got to the final, drawn out twenty minutes did you grow quiet again.
Suna turned away from the TV to look down at you curled against his chest. He felt an overwhelming urge to lean down and kiss you, but didn’t want to scare you. Instead, he opted to rubbing small circles on your back, enjoying the way you relaxed against his touch.
When the final scene played where the family dramatically drove away from the house while somber music played, leaving the upset spirit to sulk alone in the house, came and went you finally tore your eyes away from the screen.
“Are you going to be able to sleep?” Suna jokes, enjoying how cute you looked when you sat there pouting at his assumption. You felt confident that though you were scared in the moment, there would be no lasting effects when you settled down to sleep. You stood by that thought as you changed into a comfy pair of pajamas, completed your skin care routine, laid down next to your boyfriend who was already half asleep.
But after a few moments of silence in the pitch dark room, you could feel the fear creeping through your body. Scenes of the movie played on your closed eyelids as you began scooting closer and closer to the other side of the bed.
You move to rest your head on Suna’s chest, focusing on the way it rises and falls and how you can hear his heart beating rhythmically.
“If we were stuck in a creepy house with a scary ghost would you protect me?” you whisper, making out the silhouette of his face in the dark.
“Yes,” he sighs, almost completely asleep.
“Okay,” you respond, satisfied with his answer. “Just making sure.” You feel him shift to lay on his side so your head is now resting on his bicep and his free arm is slung across your waist. Yeah, there was no way any stupid spirit could get to you while you wrapped within Suna’s muscular arms.
#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x reader#suna x reader#atsumu x reader#atsumu scenarios#suna scenarios#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu#atsumu fluff#suna fluff#atsumu miya#suna rintarō#hq fluff#haikyuu!! x reader#haikyuu!! fluff#haikyuu!!
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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 17]
pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader
this chapter’s notes; camshow, intercrural sex, lots ‘o teasing, dirty talk/the absolute tiniest bit of degradation, some cum play/cum eating, seungcheol having a kink for thighs/thigh highs 😳😗 welcome to the weekend my bbys!! I hope yall are having a good day/night!! Also again, another inbox roundup tomorrow(also an updates post)!! 💕 Might be a regular thing for the next 4-ish weeks ‘cause I have been so busy this month 😭 and I can’t believe there’s only 3 more chapters of CB left!! 😭😭 some bangers on the way tho LMAO 🤣 As always, thank you so much for the love and support!!💕💕 Have a great rest of your weekend and enjoy ch 17![cheol voice] seventeen right here 😌💕🍒
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Seungcheol doubles over in laughter, tears blurring his vision as his laughs turn into quiet wheezes.
“God, this is so embarrassing.” Seokmin mutters; cheeks burning crimson when he glances over to Jeongguk who shrugs back. “Maybe I really should quit…”
Jeongguk scoffs jokingly, “Maybe you shouldn’t have lied. No offense, but all the staff here probably have at least seen her before and you just so happened to lie to her actual boyfriend. That’s honestly really lucky if you ask me! You should buy a lotto ticket!” Seokmin whines back, shifting on his heels as he watches Seungcheol start to wipe the tears away.
“Hyung, can you please take this Edible Arrangements I got you so I can go ask Namjoon-hyung to fire me?” This only causes Seungcheol to laugh harder and this time, Jeongguk can’t help the giggle that bubbles past his tightly pursed lips.
“Please!” Seokmin begs, shaking the basket of skewered fruit at the older male. “I heard the diner across down is still hiring, I can still save the rest of my dignity if I leave now!”
Seungcheol shakes his head, eyelashes wet with tears when he takes the gift from Seokmin’s hands to place it on the countertop of the concession stand. “Hate to break it to you but she works there and one of the staff is also one of her regulars so I think your best bet is workin’ here. Embarrassment and all.”
“So, okay… But you’re not mad?”
Jeongguk peels the cellophane off of the basketed fruit, looking to Seungcheol for permission before he takes a skewer. “Go ahead. And no, I’m not mad. If anything I should apologize too, I shouldn’t have let you keep lying when I already knew. But also, to be fair, we weren’t really… official ‘til recently.” Seungcheol shoots the younger male a sheepish smile; cheeks a pretty pink of their own. “And it’s kinda been nice meeting you guys too. It’s great to know you’re not all weirdos.”
Seokmin laughs lightly, breathing a sigh of relief. “Okay, cool, ‘cause this place pays really well and I’d hate to stop working here and you guys are a lot cooler than the coworkers I had before.” He rolls his eyes jokingly, leaning up against the countertop as he picks off a strawberry from the basket.
“Don’t even get me started on this coworker I had at the last place. His name was Mingyu, I think? Suuuuuch a kissass. I had to move to manning the register at all times just so I could avoid him pickin’ his nose in the backroom and then pretending like he was doin’ shit.”
“Hey, Seungcheol-hyung?”
Seokmin’s inquisitive voice has Seungcheol turning; setting the rollerskates in his hand down onto the bench. “Yeah?”
“Do you think it’s weird that we’re, like, watching your girlfriend?” He tilts his head in thought, eyes blinking up to the ceiling. “I don’t want to overstep or something if it’s weird, y’know? I’ve been thinking about what Jeongguk said earlier...”
Seungcheol grins back at him, eyes twinking. He’d also thought about that before too, when he first found out that Jeongguk had also watched your streams.
“I don’t really mind ‘cause at the end of the day, it’s you watching me fucking my girlfriend.”
“Well, I’m glad he took it… well?” You giggle, tugging the white thigh high up your leg.
Seungcheol pulls off his shirt as he sits on the edge of the bed; tossing the wrinkled material onto the floor as he laughs under his breath.
“He did give me an Edible Arrangements while I laughed so hard I cried. I think he’s learned his lesson.”
xcaliburDK: good news, i didnt quit!!
chwenon: i was gonna say
chwenon: u literally started like last week
universe_WZ has donated $75
angelhan has donated $75
therealchan99 has donated $50
therealchan99: u look rly pretty in ur white set!!!
“Aww, thank you! It’s one of my favorites~ And ‘xcaliburDK’, I’m glad you didn’t quit!” You wink at the camera, giggling softly in Seungcheol’s lap as he peppers kisses along your shoulder.
A shiver runs up your spine at his gentle touches and you easily melt under his soft kisses and roaming fingertips. He ghosts them across your breasts, teasing you through the thin lace as you mewl and squirm against his cock that’s pressed firm against your ass. “A-ah, S--Seungcheol…”
tangerine_kwan: she looks so happy now that she can call ur name out lol
alphagyu97: now i cant pretend its me tho
gentleman_josh95: i mean i guess but are u even built like him
alphagyu97: well
Your body slowly starts to fill with warmth; soft stuttered breaths falling from your lips when he drags his fingers down your torso until they play with the hem of your panties. “M-more… tease me m-more…” He grins against your shoulder; hooking a finger around the waistband of your panties and tugging it away from you before letting it snap against your skin.
“‘Cheol!” Whining, your legs snap shut on impulse as you feel a gush of wetness soaking into your panties.
“Ah, ah, ah, part those legs, princess. Don’t make me have to punish you.”
kitty_junjun: no thats what the shibari stream is for right? Right? 😩
artist8hao: is that really happening bc i want to see it
alphagyu97: u guys should do it and think of it as like a rebrand of the channel ykwim
hoshi_tiger_xx: jdfkjhf like a grand re-opening under new management
therealchan99: what is this, a restaurant?
chwenon: u guys should come up with a new channel name too or sth
Seungcheol manages to read off a few of their comments; committing some to memory knowing that your eyes were still sealed shut as you focused on his soft touches.
He drags his fingers down further, humming when he can already feel how wet you were getting. “Hmm~ Already soaked through your pretty panties, baby~” Your head rolls back against his shoulder, nodding gently as you start to grind against the fingers that he uses to press into your clothed, wet folds.
“F-feels good w-when you, ah, t-tease me…”
Unbeknownst to you, Seungcheol smirks, eyes twinkling at the camera. “You really like it, huh? When I just touch you gently like this. Not enough to get you off but just enough to get you soaking wet until you’re begging for my cock.” He pauses; pressing a soft kiss to your skin. “I wanna try something with you, pretty baby~”
You gulp as you raise your head from his shoulder and he retracts his hands from your body as you shift your body and slightly turn to the side to face him.
Seungcheol’s eyes are blown wide with lust and you can already feel his cock throbbing against your lower back as he smiles dreamily at you.
“I think you’ll like it too.”
A stuttered moan falls from your lips as Seungcheol’s cock slides past your tightly clasped, yet shaky, thighs.
“O-oh, ‘Cheol, this--this is…” The words die on your tongue as your head falls forward and Seungcheol is quick to reprimand you, just as he draws his hips back.
“Baby, I want you to watch yourself on the screen. I want you to see your cute face while I tease your pretty body.” He moans; thrusting between your wet thighs as your hazy eyes peer at the laptop’s screen. Your lips are swollen and your pupils are blown wide when you catch yourself and you can see the head of Seungcheol’s cock only just breaching past your clamped thighs when he thrusts forward.
You let out a guttural moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he alternates between thrusting between your thighs and letting his cock slide against your soaked, panty-clad mound.
He hadn’t bothered to undress you at all, but you didn’t mind. The material of your panties only added onto the pleasure with every drag of his cock against you.
Seungcheol teases you even more; dragging his hands down to your thigh highs and letting his fingertips play right underneath the hems before pulling the material away from your thighs and letting them snap against your skin, much like he’d done with your panties.
“Ah, fuck, m-more! P-please…” He repeats the action a few more times, playing with the sheer fabric of your thigh highs before he draws his hips back. Except this time, when you expect him to thrust back between your legs, he wraps a hand around his cock instead, guiding himself until the head of his cock is rubbing up against the sheer fabric.
“Fuck, you’d look so pretty with cum all over your pretty thighs. I should cum all over your panties and your white ‘lil thigh highs and get them all soaked. Don’t you think they’d be cute? Sticking to you like a second skin? Translucent ‘n soaked through with my cum?” He laughs under his breath, watching through the laptop screen at the way you bite your lip and furrow your brows at the thought.
“I--I want t-that… I want S--Seungcheol t-to make, ngh, a m-mess…”
angelhan: i kno we say this all the time but can u upload some pics of that later
angelhan has donated $75
universe_WZ: seconded cuz thatd look so fuckin hot
universe_WZ has donated $50
alphagyu97 has donated $75
alphagyu97: fuck, like a lil angel covered in cum
Seungcheol teases you and himself at the same time; rubbing his cock against your fabric-clad thighs. He spreads precum onto the material, licking his lips when it already becomes translucent and sticks to your skin.
He positions his cock back between your thighs once he’s had his fill and quickly finds himself doubling his pace when he sees how wet you’re getting his cock without even having taken your panties off. “God, look at you. I don’t even need to fuck you to get you this wet. You just need to rub your ‘lil cunt against my cock and it’s enough for you, huh? I should make you sit on my lap, rub your pretty ‘lil pussy on my cock ‘til you’re cumming over and over again.”
“Ngh, yes! Fuck, Seungcheol! I--I can feel your c-cock throbbing between my l-legs… Please, please c-cum, mmh, all over my s-skin…”
“That’s right, baby. So fuckin’ desperate to be covered in it too. And always so fuckin’ pretty when you are.”
You let out a whimper as you try to focus on watching yourself just like Seungcheol had asked you to. Your lips are parted in soft breaths and you can’t seem to unfurrow your brows as Seungcheol chases his pleasure behind you.
angelhan: what if
angelhan: seungcheol in thigh highs lmao
universe_WZ: sub.cheol
sleepy_wonu: sub.cheol
universe_WZ: jinx
sleepy_wonu: fuck u
You lick your lips at the thought; although you knew Seungcheol would have a hard time relinquishing his dominating nature.
But your mind wanders as you continue to think about it; various images of Seungcheol tied up underneath you while you fucked yourself on his cock running through your mind. You let out a shaky moan, to which Seungcheol hums.
“What are you thinkin’ about, princess?”
“Um… ah, n-nothing…” He thrusts between your legs hard, making you jolt forward as you yelp.
“Princess...”
“I--ah! J-just thinking a-about… y-you tied up, ngh, to--to the bed and m-me fuh--fucking myself on your c-cock… ‘n me u-using, mmh, my toys o-on you...” Seungcheol smirks, pulling his cock from between your shaky thighs as he slightly pushes you over until you're on your back.
He spreads your legs as you look up at him and he’s quick to wrap a hand around his cock as he jerks himself off above you. “Oh, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d be so cute trying to be the domme for a night.” Seungcheol teases.
You find yourself clenching around emptiness as you think of the possibilities. You definitely wanted to try it if Seungcheol was willing.
“Fuck, but first, gonna cover your pretty body with my cum.” He groans; thrusting up into his palm as he chases his high.
“C-cum all over me, Seungcheol…”
The donations and comments sound off in the back as you maintain eye contact with Seungcheol who’s brows furrow when he starts to feel himself about to cum. He scoots back a little; growling when his cock throbs in his grasp and he cums all over your, already, soaked panties.
You let out a moan when rivulets of cum hit your lower abdomen and you’re quick to reach down and scoop some up to bring to your mouth, smearing the warm substance against your puckered lips before licking it off. Whimpering, you dip your fingers into your mouth; this time pretending they were Seungcheol’s instead of your own.
He guides his cock until the head is aimed at your thighs; streaks of cum settling into the sheer material of your thigh highs. “God, you’re so damn pretty...” Groaning, he milks his cock for every drop of cum before he’s stopping to catch his breath.
“You came so much but I didn’t cum yet, ‘Cheol~” Pouting, you turn your head to the side to face the camera. “Tell him he has to make me cum now~”
kitty_junjun: well u heard the lady!!
hoshi_tiger_xx: make her cum and let her cream her cute lil panties even more
therealchan99: oh fuck yeah, get her off without fucking her cute cunt
Seungcheol leans over your body until the two of you are almost face to face, eyes twinkling with playfulness when you feel his sticky hand playing with your thigh highs again.
“D’you hear that? Let’s give them what they want, baby.”
The sounds of donations and comments once again get lost as Seungcheol finds himself on his knees between your legs.
“Ready?”
When you slide into bed after your camshow’s ended and Seungcheol has properly taken care of you, he’s quick to tug you into his chest.
The two of you let out soft sighs at the warmth that envelopes you both as you finally start to settle in for the night.
After a few minutes, Seungcheol clears his throat, catching you just before you drift off to sleep.
“This is so random but have you considered, I dunno, rebranding your channel… with me? I was thinking about it and kinda wanted your opinion...”
You blink up curiously at him, urging him to continue. “I mean, yeah, of course! I don’t really know where to start though since it’s always just been me. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to either so I never brought it up.” You snuggle into his warmth, yawning as the sleep threatens to take over.
“But let’s talk about it later, ‘cause ‘m tired now, ‘Cheol. You really didn’t have to make me cum twice…” You mumble, “I can still feel my legs shaking...”
His soft laugh reverberates in your chest and he’s quick to press a kiss against your hair as he tugs you in closer.
“It’s ‘cause I like to spoil you. And okay. I’ll remind you when you’re more conscious.”
“G’night, ‘Cheol...”
“Goodnight, baby.”
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So I got this OC, his name is Harlow and his whole deal is he looks very monstrous and scary, but then you speak to him and he's just the DUMBEST and NICEST guy you could ever meet. He has 13 baby siblings he takes care of. He likes to act at the local theater. He got to be the main lead once, even! He accidentally stepped on a bug and cried about it.
The good news is that he lives in one of those towns where Monstrous Creatures just happen to hang out a lot, so the locals will talk to a visitor and be like "Oh yeah, that's Harlow, he lives in the woods and can't count." and they point to this nine-foot tall dullahan hiding over by a tree.
He's got a lot of plant vibes to him, I kind of took the "pumpkin-headed dullahan" concept and ran away with it. I'm gonna think of another thing to call him since he's kind of detached from what a typical dullahan is like. he's like a sub-species. I've just been calling him a Plantahan right now until I can think of a better name for his species. One day I want to make a DA group or something for them, because the platahans have a lot of lore i've made and I want to share it!
Like, I've figured out how he survives without a head, and how he gets nutrition, how he keeps his pumpkin from rotting, how he moves around when he doesn't have his head to see out of. All sorts of things! He has duel-citizenship with a village that consists entirely of Plantahans. Their culture is very different from the standard villages culture, and so he's kind of considered weird in both towns. He doesn't mind though, he's just happy to be here!
He makes me happy because he's a very cheerful man, so anytime I draw him, his good mood kind of rubs off on me. He's my comfort-oc!
aww fun, love a good dullahan style character! i had one myself until he kinda just morphed into a ghost in the living armor situation
but thats cute, we love a big scary but bigger dumbass character, very classic
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𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑆/𝑂 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘
Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.
Bonus naggy mom disclaimer: Everyone please drink responsibly, alcohol can seriously mess up your five senses and you'll be hating yourself in the morning when you're hungover and remember all the dumb shit you did. And especially don't drink and drive, if you plan to drink, be sure to have a responsible designated driver or call an Uber, taxi, Lyft, etc.
✧𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰✧
You opened your eyes, the slight light coming from the slit of the curtains hurting your eyesight. You tried lifting your head, but ultimately failed as a killer headache took over. You groaned and fell back on the pillow.
"Maybe now you'll think twice before doing something stupid like, oh... I don't know? Hmm... getting wasted at a sketchy bar and then roaming around the streets alone!"
You didn't even notice Hongjoong was in the room till his nagging made you aware of his presence.
"Don't yell at me! My head hurts!" You exclaimed, clutching your head.
Hongjoong shook his head in disapproval as he reached over and poured you a glass of water. He wasn't actually mad at you. He was just panicked so much last night when he couldn't find you anywhere, thinking about all the things that could happen to you, if they didn't already. He was actually relieved to find you all in one piece.
"Here. I'll go make you something for your hangover." Hongjoong handed you the glass of water along the some painkillers before heading out to the kitchen.
"I love you Joongie." You called out, knowing full well he wasn't mad at you, just worried.
"Of course you do. Who else would put up with your crazy antics?"
You laughed at his usual way of saying he loved and adored you as well.
✧𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪✧
"I don't wanna go home!" You whined as you tried to break your hand away from Seonghwa's grip, who was currently dragging you through the parking lot.
"I never asked for your opinion and frankly right now I don't care." He replied, turning around and proceeding to lift you up and carry you into the car.
"You're so mean Park Seonghwa! Never letting me have fun." You said as you tried slapping his hands away as he strapped you into the seat.
"I let you have fun.... safe and wholesome fun. Not this kind of rowdy fun that ends with you complaining the next day." Seonghwa sighed trying not to hurt you.
"I never complain!" You protested.
Seonghwa smirked.
"Oh no? Let's see if that's true tomorrow."
He knew it was all bullshit. Tomorrow you'd be running your mouth, cursing yourself for drinking so much and he'd still be there taking care of you because he loves you and he's a sucker for you..... also to tell you he was right all along.
✧𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸✧
Yunho was seriously regretting taking you to this club. He should have known that since you were tinier than him and Mingi, obviously your alcohol intake would be much lower than theirs. Mingi didn't help either, he kept pushing drinks to you even after Yunho told him to stop.
"Lighten up Yunho, when did you become such a boring stick in the mud?" Mingi complained.
"When I started dating, like seriously dating, not like you who just hook up with random people." Yunho couldn't help but take a jab at his friend.
Yunho decided to go outside to cool down for a bit, not wanting to make the situation more tense and to not lose his temper. He came back inside once he was calm and was scared when he couldn't find you.
"Where's Y/N?" He looked over to Mingi.
Mingi just snorted as he pointed to where you were and Yunho was speechless when he saw you on top of a table, dancing wildly as you tried to take your shirt off.
"Ok! I think it's time to go home!" Yunho pulled you off the table and covered you up in his jacket.
"But why? Don't you like it when I strip for you?" You teased him, almost stumbling back when you tried to walk.
"Baby trust me, I do enjoy it...when there's not like 500 people looking. Now come on, I'm taking you home."
✧𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰✧
You woke up and the first thing you saw was Yeosang staring at you with a sly smirk on his face.
"How's my baby feeling?" He couldn't hold back the snort in his voice.
"Don't. Fucking. Start." Your threat wasn't menacing enough as you fell back into the couch when you tried to get up.
"Seriously? You couldn't even take me to the bedroom?" You whined.
"Bathroom is closer in the living room, which actually, you spent a lot of time in, puking your guts out and I helped you out." Yeosang replied proudly as if he did something extraordinary.
"Go away if you're going to be like that, I'm not feeling good." You groaned and plopped a cushion over your head.
Yeosang pouted and gently patted your tush.
"Aww come on baby, you know I'm only playing. How about I go make you something to help you? Hmm?"
You nodded softly and Yeosang melted at how cute you were, and went to the kitchen to make you food.....but since he was also a little shit, he made it a point to make as much noise as possible just to annoy you.
"Kang fucking Yeosang! Stop making so much noise! My head is going to burst!" You screeched.
✧𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷✧
"Ok there we go."
San struggled a bit due to you squirming around, but he finally managed to get you tucked in bed. Your drunk self had other plans though and grabbed him by his belt loops.
"Sannieee....." You whined.
"What?" He asked, trying to stop your hands from wandering too far.
You giggled softly before saying:
"Please fuck me."
San blushed slightly and chuckled.
"Baby as much as I'd love to, you're too drunk and about to pass out anytime. I'm not going to take advantage of you in your condition. I love and respect you too much to do that."
You became emotional at his words and actually started crying. San became flustered.
"No please don't cry sweetheart! You're going to make me cry and we can't have that." San bent down and started trying to calm you down, stroking your hair and kissing your cheeks.
"I just can't believe you actually said that. You love me so much to-"
You didn't get to finish as you passed out immediately.
"There it is. You see? Told you you'd pass out."
San couldn't get mad as you were hilariously cute whenever you got wasted.
✧𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲✧
Mingi stood staring at the people in front of him: San, Wooyoung and Yunho just sat silently in the living room, while Yeosang held a totally drunk you up.
Mingi sighed.
"You know....when I said keep Y/N company....I didn't mean get them wasted!" His voice boomed through the living room.
"Ok...true...but look on the bright side.... at least it was in your house and not some club or bar...right?" Wooyoung tried reasoning with him.
Mingi was so furious at them, he actually began scolding them, adding a few insults to reprimand them for dragging you, his innocent and pure baby, into their reckless behavior.
"Mingi..." You tapped on his arm for the 20th time.
"Not now sweety, I'm not finished yet." He shrugged you off.
"Mingi I think I'm gonna-" You clutched your stomach in pain.
Mingi immediately scooped you up in his arms and rushed you to the bathroom where thankfully, he got there in time so you could throw up in the toilet.
"It's ok sweetheart, let it all out." Mingi said as he held your hair up.
Once he was done taking care of you and putting you to bed, he was going to cut off the other's heads for this.
✧𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰✧
"Wooyoung! I think I'm dead!" You called out to him, who was currently in the bathroom.
"You're talking though." He responded.
"Yeah I know! But I'm dead!"
You pressed your face into the pillow, feeling like shit and wanting to die.
"So am I speaking to your ghost?" Wooyoung let out his high pitched laughing.
"Shut the fuck up Wooyoung! This is all your fault!" You screeched.
"How is it my fault?!" He popped his head out the bathroom.
"You're the bad influence! You were there last night repeating 'Another shot! Another shot!' and you kept at it till I swallowed the entire bottle!" You accused him.
"I did no such thing!" He said as he came into the room.
"Oh sure. Now you don't remember! Fuck you." You huffed and covered yourself in the blankets.
Wooyoung snorted and sat down next to you, gently rubbing you through the blanket.
"Come on baby, you know you're not mad at me. After all, who's going to make sure you're taken care of in your state?" He cooed softly.
You peaked out from the blanket.
"Are you really going to be the sweet boyfriend you are and take care of me?"
"Nope. I'm calling Seonghwa to come over and deal with your hungover ass." He laughed and backed away when he felt you shift.
"Jung Wooyoung!" You screamed as you threw the pillow at him.
✧𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸✧
Jongho was really holding back only cause you were drunk and you were in front of a lot of people, but you made it really hard cause you kept clinging to him and kissing him randomly. You always did get touchy whenever you got drunk
"Jongho?" You pouted at him.
"What?" He sighed, knowing you were going to say the same thing you've been saying the past 15 minutes.
"I love you." You said as your lips began attacking his neck.
Jongho tried to gently pull you off him, embarrassed that his Hyungs were snickering and laughing at his flustered state.
"Sweetheart could you maybe control yourself?" Jongho groaned when he felt you start to bite at his neck.
"Jongho! This was supposed to be a family friendly get together, not a spot for you two to get kinky." Wooyoung teased him, as Yunho and Mingi pretended to be making out just to piss him off.
Jongho had enough. He told them if they continued, he'd break their necks like one of his many apple victims. He then detached himself from you and picked you up to take you home.
"Enjoy this time while you can Y/N, cause tomorrow I'm making sure you understand why you shouldn't pull stuff like that in front of others."
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Forgotten Lunch (Jumin Han x Reader)
This was originally posted as a little blurb but why the hell not put the whole thing am i rite?? Like, i wasn’t sure if tumblr would take it down bc of the whole ban, but the other writings have been up haha
Summary: Jumin thinks his MC comes to the office for a little chat, but MC has other plans...
n s f w, office (semi-public), being walked in on, bjs, vaginal fingering
wc: 2.1k
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“Oh! MC! What a pleasant surprise! How are you doing today?”
“I’m wonderful Jaehee, hope Jumin isn’t working you to the bone too much?” you reply to the secretary with a small smile.
“Same old same old,” Jaeehee sighs. “Is that lunch for him? He’s free right now if you would like to go up.”
“Aww, I’ll tell him to chill a bit, okay? Maybe he’ll listen this time. And I have one for you, too. Don’t eat those bento boxes all the time, they’re not the healthiest,” you chide, reaching into your bag and pulling out some pasta you had made. Jaehee takes the meal graciously and tells you she has to go back to work otherwise she’d work more overtime than usual.
The walk to the elevator and the ride up seemed to take a millennium, and when the final ding rang, you practically jumped out and ran to his office at the end of the hallway.
You try to stifle your smile, breathing a deep breath and knocking twice on the door.
“Come in,” Jumin’s muffled voice wafts through the door. He looks up slightly, his eyes brightening when he sees you.
“My love, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he says, starting to stand.
“Don’t worry! You just stay right there, I’ve only come to bring you some lunch. I made Alfredo,” You smile, closing the door behind you.
“MC, you didn’t have to make me anything. I have those private chefs you know.”
“I thought it would be cute to bring you some food!” you pout, making your way around the desk after placing the thermos down. You lean forward behind him, running your hands down his chest, placing a small kiss on his cheek. You swear Jumin purrs before clearing his throat, and patting his leg for you to sit. You do, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and neck, leaning in to pepper kisses on his face. He pulls you flush against his body, and you trade kisses for a while. You sigh, leaning in the crook of his neck.
“Oh, how I wish to abandon everything right now,” he sighs softly, pressing the words into your neck.
“Why can’t you? Let’s just go home and relax...but also let Jaehee have the rest of the day off too?” You say with an afterthought.
“You know I can’t, kitten.”
“Fineeee, I’ll leave you be then,” You swing one leg over his, appearing to get off, but you plop your ass right back down, basically straddling his leg, and take notice of his computer screen. “Oooh, what are you working on?”
“Just some of the new products I want to export. Though, I am having to fight with my father about it because he just doesn’t think cat products would sell,” he replies, sucking in a breath of air. “What do you think you are doing?” he asks, strained as you slightly rock back and forth to get into a more comfortable position. His large hand finds purchase on your hip, sending tingles throughout your body.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say. That’s a lie though. You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re grinding your hips into his leg, dry humping him. The friction of your sliding back and forth makes you let out a small moan at how good it feels.
Jumin swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “So, this is the game you want to play? Let’s see it through then,” he mumbles lowly, leaning his head on his other hand. You lean forward to place your hands on his desk, moving more furiously against his leg, your body finally getting that friction it craved from when he touched you this morning. The feel of your panties against his pant leg rub together deliciously, and you’re tempted to hike up your yellow sundress to feel more of it.
“O-oh! Jumin,” you moan out, rolling your hips more deeply, feeling that sensation in your belly. His hand on your hip never leaves you, almost guiding you to your finish. The knot unravels, bursting through your body and clouding your senses. You shudder, feeling the waves of pleasure die down. You lean back against him, panting slightly. He presses a kiss to your forehead.
“Have fun there, sweetheart?” His voice is pretty stable for what you just did, but you definitely feel something poking your lower back.
“Mmm, yeah!” You say with a smile, getting up on shaky legs. “Well, I’m gonna go home and you finish up your work, okay?”
Before you can get very far, however, he catches your wrist and pulls you back onto his lap.
“You’re very naughty today, aren’t you? Did you want to be punished by daddy that badly?” Jumin says, running a hand down your stomach while the other holds your breast.
“I just missed you, s’all…” your voice goes up an octave as he bites your sweet spot.
“Well, we’re going to finish what you started then. Lucky for you, you came at the beginning of my lunch break, hmm?”
“Y-yes.”
“Did you plan that?”
“Maybe,” you say slyly.
“Really?” His hand stops just above the hem of your dress, just barely ghosting over your thigh.
“I planned it, you got me,” you whine, grinding your butt down.
“That’s what I thought,” he smirks, pulling your dress up so the lower half of you is exposed. “You’re even wearing the lace red panties I like.”
“Yeah, so don’t rip them this time,” you quip, reaching behind to palm at his dick through his pants.
“I have all the money in the world to get you a new pair.” he rubs two fingers at your clit through the fabric. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”
“Jumin?” you squeak out.
“Yes?”
“Why is it a pair of panties even though it’s like one item?”
“Love, you say the most unsexy things at the worst times,” he chuckles, “but I think it’s because of the two leg holes.”
“Mmm, m-makes sense,” you stutter out as his fingers finally slip between the fabric and into your folds.
“I’m taking off the fucking dress,” you say reaching for the zipper. For the moment, Jumin doesn’t hesitate to throw it over you and into a corner of the room. You also reach behind your back, unclasping your bra and throwing that somewhere too.
“You like being exposed like this don’t you? Someone could walk in right now and that’d get you off even more, wouldn’t it?”
“I also like you fully clothed while I’m naked,” you purr. Jumin raises a brow, but continues the assault on your pussy.
“Well, I’m not complaining.”
Your lewd sounds fill the quiet air, and you feel the familiar knot in your abdomen. You come in Jumin’s hand, and you turn your head to give him an open mouthed kiss. Breaking the kiss, he pulls his long fingers out of you not before licking the slick off.
You stand over him slightly and lean down to undo his zipper and pull down his boxers. His cock springs free, the tip leaking pre cum. You reach down between your legs and swipe your fingers through the folds, wetting them. Your hand reaches up to his member and you grip around it, running your hand up and down the shaft.
Jumin makes a guttural sound as your mouth moves on him. He reaches his hand down to run through your hair.
Two knocks at the door.
You pause an anxious fear in your throat. Jumin clears his throat, “What is it?”
“It’s me, Sir, I’m here to remind you of your 2 o’clock meeting in about thirty minutes.” Jaehee says through the door. “Can I come in to give you the briefing?”
“You may.”
“Wow, ballsy,” you whisper, loud enough for him to hear. He smirks slightly and adjusts his tie.
“Well, you’re meeting with Mr. Phantomhive to discuss collaborating on a project. His company hasn’t really gotten footing here in South Korea,” Jaehee remarks.
Meanwhile, you’re bobbing your head on Jumin’s length, the thought of the both of you getting caught working you up. You massage his balls and try to suck in as much as you can, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Jumin huffs, making Jaehee pause to ask if he’s doing alright.
“Is that all? I have to finish up this cat project outline soon,” he says quietly.
“Ah, one more thing, Mr. Phantomhive hates being called short or looked down upon, so please try your best to behave!”
“Fine fine,” he waves her off, “I assume Meeting Room 3?”
“Yes Sir, I’ll come get you once Mr. Phantomhive arrives.”
“Good. Please close the door on the way out.” You hear Jaehee shuffle out awkwardly, the door clicking behind her.
“MC, you’re very distracting,” Jumin says, looking down at you.
“Yes, I know.”
“Why don’t you come up here then?” You pop off, licking your lips slightly and pull down your panties so it hangs off your ankle.
You give him a quick kiss before your hand reaches down for his dick. His hands lay on your hips as you sink your drenched core down, helping you better situate. You let out a moan as he fills you up, not a spot without him there.
“J-Jumin, you f-feel so good in me…” your arms wrap around the both of you, one gripping the chair and the other in his hair, pulling ever so slightly.
Not even 20 seconds later, you’re already bouncing, and he’s meeting every one perfectly.
“Love, why don’t you turn around so I can look at your pretty face?”
“But I don’t want to get up,” you whine.
“That’s an order, sweetheart,” he says, slightly lifting you up.
“Ooh, you know I love when you do that. I guess I can’t say no to that now, can I?” You turn to face him and fully sit this time, your heels just above his knees.
“I love looking at your face, the way it contorts into pleasure as I give it to you raw,” he growls, latching onto one of your breasts. You throw your head back in ecstasy, arching your back more as he pumps into you at a steady pace.
“Mmm...go faster..please. Absolutely wreck me,” you beg. That really seemed to get him going, his pace more erratic and his fingers digging into your sides. You lean down to kiss him, his mouth already slightly parted. His tongue instantly finds its way into your mouth and he groans into it.
“MC, I can’t last much longer, he pants.”
“Come in me, Daddy. Let’s have little Jumin’s and MC’s running around soon,” you tell him.
Thick ropes of cum fill your cervix, as you come yourself for the third time. Jumin holds you close as the both of you come down from your highs.
“I love you, Jumin,” you say, pressing your forehead against his.
“I love you more,” he whispers sweetly. “Oh how you do me.”
The phone on Jumin’s desk beeps, startling you both. “Mr. Han? Your appointment starts in 5 minutes. I’ll be up in a few,” the voice says.
“Oh I do not want to go to this meeting anymore,” Jumin says, “Let’s just stay like this.”
“You need to though, Mr. Phantomhive’s candy is really good and I haven’t had any since our trip to England,” You remark, getting off him and handing him a tissue.
“That’s reason enough,” he shrugs, cleaning up a bit and fixing his hair. Meanwhile, you slip your dress back on and stuff your bra in your purse.
“See you later, love,” you smile, leaning up to peck his cheek, and fix his tie.
“You’ll hopefully be seeing me earlier than planned,” he says, brushing down your hair.
“Oh? You gonna give Jaehee the day off?”
“Sure, yes. I’ll do that.”
“Thank you. Ellie and I will be waiting for your return...though I’m sorry I took you away from your lunch,” you say with a slight frown.
“I’ll eat a good dinner. So good until I have my fill,” he says in a sultry voice.
“Okay, tiger, calm down,” you laugh. “Bye for reals now.”
“MC? You’re still here?” Jaehee opens the door, a surprised look on her face. “I didn’t see you earlier when you walked in?”
“You came up? I must of been in the bathroom..Nice seeing you!” You smile at your friend and briskly walk out, the embarrassment of what you and your CEO-in-line just did mere minutes before.
“Mr. Han, are you ready for your meeting?”
“Yes, of course. Let’s get this over with.”
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💌 • 4:35am
“you know, i swear, if you’re the impostor, i just won’t come over to yours tomorrow. wait, it’s already tomorrow ‘cos it’s past midnight, right? yeah, okay then, i won’t come over today,” you spoke into the mic of your earphones, quickly diverting your attention back to the round that was about to start.
“what? your brain is barely functioning right now, i don’t trust anything you’re saying— what’s that even supposed to mean?” boyfriend!yangyang questioned you through the phone, baffled at your sleep-deprived nonsense.
ignoring his confusion, you finished customising your character, ready to play yet another round of ‘among us’ with your avid, competitive gamer boyfriend, “shhhh, the game’s about to start, mute your mic, baby.”
he simply chuckled at your cute command, muting his mic, and smiling to himself as his role appeared on the screen.
you both continued to play, silence coming from both of your phones, not only from muting one another, but also from the sheer concentration of trying to win the game. before you knew it, someone had called an emergency meeting, leading you to return to your voice call with yangyang.
“so, how has it been faking tasks, mr impostor?” you giggled, disguising your suspicion with lightheartedness.
you heard the boy scoff from the other end of the line, “oh come on, y/n, if it was me, you would’ve been killed first, or maybe that cyan guy because his hat is really ugly.”
“o-okay then... bit random if you ask me,” as you clicked on the chat, it seemed as if nothing needed to be addressed, and the player who called the meeting had assumed incorrectly.
“yangie, skip the vote,” you prompted, as you did the same and waited for the round to carry on, “don’t forget to—”
“yes, yes i know, mute the mic,” he finished your sentence for you, amused at the fact that you two were still so connected even though you weren’t together at the moment.
just as you were about to finish your last task, another emergency meeting interrupted you, you sighed and turned your mic back on, before checking the chatroom.
an exaggerated gasp escaped from yangyang when he realised what was posted in the chat and once you discovered for yourself what exactly had caused him to react as if had seen a ghost, you were in hysterics.
“‘guys how do i jump in the vents like white did’ why would you ask that? do you want me to get caught, stupid cyan!!” your lover ranted in between your breathless giggles, cursing out the clueless noob both in real life and in the chat.
soon after, he was voted out, then rage quit the game, begging you to leave too, “okay, fine, i’ll leave, but, my god, you didn’t even get to kill anyone,” you returned to your uncontrollable laughter, switching from the ‘among us’ app to the video call you were on with the fuming yangyang.
“i just got out of the vent to kill purple because they were on their own but then cyan came out of nowhere? ugh, i could’ve won that as well,” he pouted, as you found his childish sulking adorable.
“aww, it’s okay, babe, we can always play another time, hopefully we’ll get a good server without that cyan player,” you grinned at yangyang, immediately making him momentarily forget what he was yelling about.
he ran his hand through his hair, sighing, “if i ever encounter ‘mark’ ever again i swear i’ll snatch that egg hat right off of his stupid blue head! i’m sorry but i don’t think i can touch that game for another few days, i need some time to recover.”
you rolled your eyes, shuffling further into the multiple blankets draped on your bed, “you’re so dramatic, yangie.”
“says the one who wanted to eat a different restaurant because that guy you used to like when you were like twelve was there—”
“we don’t speak about huang renjun!!! i’m gonna hang up now, byeeeeee,” your hand hovered over the bright red ‘end call’ button, although you both knew that you weren’t going to press that any time soon.
“okay, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, y/n, don’t hang up!! i didn’t want you to have the last word of me being dramatic. why were you so scared anyway, you were with me in that restaurant, your boyfriend, what was he gonna do?” yangyang smiled at the memory of you hiding in his shoulder, aggresively whispering to him about how you wanted to get the fuck out of there.
“i don’t even know, i was just so... surprised that he was even there,” you laughed at him bringing up your pathetic self, temporarily being distracted by the chirping bird that flew past your room’s window, “y’know, i wish we could go out again, like, normally.”
your boyfriend took note of the sad undertone of your statement, feeling the urge to give you a massive hug, but wincing when he knew he couldn’t, “i know, me too, baby, but we can’t really do much about how the world is right now. at least we can call like this every night and play together, right?”
it wasn’t the most comforting thing to hear in the world, but only because it was yangyang saying it to you, your heart burst with adoration as if you could feel his sincerity through the phone, “hmm, yeah, you’re right, babe. even if the world came crashing down on us, i would be content if i had you.”
yangyang was overwhelmed with your words, it was evident in his ear-to-ear gummy smile and the way he covered his reddening cheeks with his sweater paws, “you really mean that, y/n?”
“i do,” you nodded, suppressing a yawn to smile back at your blushing lover, “i’m probably gonna go to sleep now yangie, i love you.”
despite being left speechless by your nonchalant confession, yangyang just managed to respond before his heart leapt out of his chest, “i love you too, sweetheart.”
finally ending the call, you placed your phone on your bedside table, tossing to your other side to shield yourself from the rays of light indicating the start of a new day.
so what if you messed up your sleep schedule to talk to yangyang for hours on end? you really did mean what you said - he was your saviour, your hope in the midst of a global crisis. and you would rather experience the end of the world with him, than this pandemic without him.
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ok, i know i just requested but i LOVE your writing. spencer is the dominant one, but one night you ask him if you can be in charge. to your surprise he said yes, so you maybe tie him to the bed and blindfold him. you edge him and make him beg. you give him after care, make she he is alright. maybe it ends in some fluff, him saying how you are cute when you take charge.
I swear i always got so excited when i get a request from this special princess right here, anways thank you for requesting ma’am! here’s some sub!spencer for all of us needy babies. As always excuse any errors thank you❤️
WARNINGS : OKAY SMUT- JUST FILTHY PORN OF Sub!Spencer x Dom!Reader, they’re actually both switch, Bondage, Slight Exhibitionism, the use of ‘Miss’, Edging, Short Ice play, Penetrative sex by riding, creampie, um what else.. oh! degradation a bit, and condensation from the reader too :) just some good ole FILTH okay + Cute Spencer :)
It started out as a suggestion you made at the beginning of your relationship, knowing the nature of your relationship, Spencer always had the upper hand when it comes to sexual things even during domestic days where you needed to be disciplined for being a stuck up brat, it’s your speciality after all.
What you suggested was that you would love to take control once in a while, you know one of the only things that you love about being dominated is to relinquish any control and let go, to be taken care of and Spencer is the epitome of the perfect dom.
But because of that very reason, you also want him to feel relaxed and relinquish control, just— to let go for a while, letting you to just take the wheel and dominate him in every way possible. You’ve made that suggestion long time ago, but it keeps circling back to your mind lately, one because Spencer has been taking care of you after an accident on a case, two you can see how frustrated he is with his work— even though you work together, he’s the type that clings onto specific cases like the one he kept talking about, and lastly, it’s just because... You just want to dominate him, to hear him beg, to see him so helpless and needy, to tease him, to edge him, and the list goes on and on that you are convinced that you will get him to submit to you, tonight.
Wrapping your arms around his shoulder from the back of his chair, you pressed a soft kiss on the side of his face as he chuckled softly and tilt his head to see you.
“Hi there, Agent Y/n,” his voice sounded scratchy and deeper today that you can’t help but to imagine how it would sound when he’s begging you to let him cum. Fuck, you cursed yourself for deciding to wear a bright colored pants today.
You rolled your eyes as an answer to his greeting before setting yourself on his lap sideways, thumb still trying to smoothen over the worry lines on his forehead but that doesn’t last long because he reached out to grip your wrist and whispered “Don’t dare roll your eyes at me, you know the damn rules Y/n”
Oh how you love a challenge but this time its going to be your rules not his. You placed your other hand on his before detaching his arms, and leaned down to whisper on his ear, lips barely brushing against the skin. “It’s my rules tonight, we will play by my game my rules and i’m in control.”
The shocked look on his face thats followed with a seductive whimper is enough to give you the affirmation you need to keep going. You tug on his tie, as you look around smiling at the sight of an almost empty office (everyone is grabbing lunch), before pressing your lips against his in a bruising manner.
Usually, he would’ve won the battle, but nothing about today or tonight is going to just be the ‘usually’ so you tug on his tie tighter that caught him off guard, which allowed you to slip your tongue past his sinful lips and devour his sweet sweet warm mouth. Your hips doesn’t miss the party either, grinding down right on his bulge as you pull back— watching his flustered cheeks and teary eyes.
“Aww Look at you, i’ve barely done anything and you’re ruined already. God i’ll have so much fun playing with you.” Your smiles scream mischievous, usually he would bend you over by now and spank you til your ass is every shades of blue and purple. But today— today he only whined as his hips bucks up against you.
“Do something.. baby please” Oh how sweet is this, his voice all raspy and desperation dripping out of it like fucking honey. You can’t help but to press down on his bulge, palm it slowly as you shake your head “Nuh uh, Good boys wait Doctor, you know that.” Your fake sympathetic pouts are what nearly sent him over the edge,
“You’ll p-pay fuck!- for this, Little one.” He let his dominant self shown for awhile before you wrap your fingers around his throat and clicking your tongue “That can wait until later but now, you’re my needy little thing now, so don’t get mouthy or i swear to god i’ll shove my dildo up those fuckable throat of yours.” Just as he was about to answer, you heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator, causing you to stand up before patting his bulge twice “Be a good boy, and maybe your punishment won’t be that hard.” you whispered before walking away to your desk.
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When Spencer arrived home, he wasn’t sure what to expect from you, he was excited of course, his raging hard on is still prominent- the reminiscent of your voice kept playing in his mind and that alone could make him burst then and there.
He walked to the bedroom you both shared, mouth agape at the sight of you wearing your black lingerie and he also sees your wand on top of the bed, smiling nervously as he approached you.
“Don’t just stare, Doctor. Come take a closer look at what you’ll be wearing.. or playing with tonight.” You grinned as you let him inspect the objects— sex toys. On top of the bed you’ve prepared were ropes, blindfold, your wand, and also some ice cubes on the metal bucket.
“M-miss you’ll use all of this on me?” His timid demeanor is so different from how he usually gets when he’s horny and the thought of blurring the line of submission and dominance is making you clench your thighs. You’re each other equal, with each of your own submissiveness and dominance. It’s all balanced and hearing it almost feels like an orgasmic experience.
“Yes, baby. But if at some point during our play time you feel the slightest bit comfortable you have to color out okay? coloring out doesn’t mean that you’re a disappointment but its to know your limits, okay?” He gladly nodded as his lips curled into a smile “I know miss.”
“I know you know, but you rarely becomes submissive and it can get pretty overwhelming especially if you have me as your dom, i hope you aren’t expecting orgasms soon.” With that and a loud whine from him, you stand up before ordering him to lay down on the bed right after you’ve places the blindfold on top of his eyes.
“Okay, baby. I’m going to tie you up now, if its too tight then tell me, communicate is key Spencer” You sternly said, earning a small “Yes, miss” from him. You picked the rope before tying both of his wrists onto the headboard and move down to tie each ankles to the bed post.
“How does it feel, Doctor? Too tight?”
“N-no miss, Just perfect..”
“Good, get ready for me to ruin you.”
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You’ve barely even touch him, ghosting your fingers on top of his neck, against his nipples and down to where his cock is hard against his tummy.
“You’re pathetic, look at you, making such a mess on yourself.” You scoffed, bending down to lick the very tip of his cock that rested against his stomach, causing him to jolt at the sensation and buck upwards. You gathered enough pre cum on your lips before pressing it onto his— kissing him in a soft manner this time, letting him savor his own taste from your mouth.
“mmh! miss please!” He whines, trying to gain some friction by bucking his hips upwards against the air which earned him a slap on his thighs, “This is my body, mine to use whenever i please so think again before you start begging.” You harshly whispered, as you bring the ice you’ve been holding and place it in between your mouth.
The cold sensation that trailed down his skin is almost unbearably pleasurable, the way it tickles his skin causing goosebumps to his wake and makes him squirm like a bitch in heat. Your lips trail down his tummy before the tip of your ice cube pressed tightly against the tip of his sensitive ruddy red cock— and you were shocked when you heard the loudest string of moans Spencer ever let out, biting your lip as you feel yourself soaking your own thighs.
“Ahh! fuck please miss! make me cum please!” His voice is strained and scratchy evidence that you teased him so good he lose his voice. The only answer you give him is “Quiet.” before leaving the ice cube to melt down against the tip of his cock, pulsing with need.
As the ice cube melts, you grab your wand before turning it on, setting the speed to the lowest level, and placing it on the veiny sides of his cock. He jumped suddenly as the vibrations ran through his body— he feels like every system inside him is exposed and raw.
“Oh fuck oh fuck! miss! Fuck M-may i cum?” Y/n contemplate as to let him cum or no, the sweet torture is too precious to give but you also know that you need to finish too somehow.
So without warning, you pulled the wand away, as spencer let out a frustrated whine, he was going to cum! “Don’t be fucking greedy or i swear to god i’ll tie you up right here, strap the wand on your messy cock and leave you to cum and cum again and again until you pass out.” you warned, as he took a deep breath and apologize, voice shaky. “Y-yes miss i’m so sorry.. I love you.” That’s a sign that he’s breaking into subspace and you definitely have to let him cum soon so he wouldnt far too deep.
“I love you baby, you’ve been so good for me, just a bit more okay? and then i’ll let you cum inside me hm?”
“Fuck! yes please miss!” His voice is needy and desperate as i slowly align the tip against my slit, before sinking down on his length— causing both of us to gasps and moan out loud. “Spencer Fuck! You’re so fucking big” You moaned as you threw your head back and start to bounce up and down his cock, making sure to fasten the pace with each thrust.
“Yes yes! your cunt feels so good miss!” He lets out noises that sounded so beautiful, almost like music to your ears, that fueled you to keep on bouncing on his cock, tightening your walls around him as you feel like you’re getting close.
“Baby! fuck yes yes! mmm i’m going to cum sweetheart” You laughed as he struggled to breath, your fingers pressing down on your throat as you roll your hips down. “Tell me.. tell me my genius doctor, do you want to breathe—“ “or cum?”
Spencer squirmed as he heard the question, biting his lips and moans suddenly as i keep on bouncing on his cock “fuck i’m going to cum- answer me now or you won’t get both.” You threatened quickly earning an answer from the poor boy,
“Cum, miss please let me cum inside of you- please i need it!”
At that you cum all over his cock, rolling your hips to ride out your high, you were shaky and feeling floaty but you regained yourself quickly as you hear Spencer begged.
“M-miss please—“
“Cum, now. Cum, baby boy. that’s it let it out.. oh good boy, I’m so proud of you.” You whimpered out the last bit as you feel him coat your walls with his cum, before pulling out, untie him from each 4 restraint and loosen the blindfold.
You smiled as you sees his face, grabbing the water bottle you had on the night stand and ordering him to take few gulps before taking some your own. You grabbed the wet cloth as you wiped the both of you.
“How was that baby.. do you like it?” There’s uncertainty in your voice, as fuzzy as his mind might be. “I loved every single bit of it, sweetheart” Spencer said pulling her close as they cuddled after wiping each other off.
“mmm i’m glad then”
“Just wait until its my turn again, you will wish you hadn’t even try to dominate me. Cause you’re cute, when you take charge.”
“Shh, lets sleep Doctor”
“Just so you know i haven’t forget about any of this, and your eye roll. Hope you know that you’ll regret it.”
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