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Anonymous said: i need a eddie munson fic where reader is pretty bold. I had a dream where i texted him "i wanna blow you" and he just responded "hot." i need this so bad đ
Hmmm. *cracks knuckles* Alright, allow me to extrapolate a bit here... Idk why Eddie is a mechanic, it just felt right. I believe he would find this ridiculously hot and would lose his silly little mind if his girl got all confident and cocky about giving him the schlurpy durp.
Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: You send Eddie some dirty texts and he takes full advantage of the opportunity afforded to him.
Word Count: 2.1k+
Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Sexting. Oral sex (it's sloppy toppy, guys!). Slight degradation. Face-fucking. Cum swallowing.
A/N: Reposting this because I privated the original and tumblr decided to fucking eat it. :-)
He heard the ping of his phone between the high-pitched whirs of Wayneâs pneumatic drill, though heâd ignored it on account of the grimy layer of black grease coating his fingers. Another ping and then a third let him know who it was texting him. A sudden sense of urgency had him ducking out from under the hood of the latest vintage car his uncle had him helping to rebuild so he could reach for the red rag on the workbench to clean his hands just enough to check his messages. The sight of your nickname splashed across the screen had prompted a small smile, but the content of your messages had his jaw falling slack.
âEddieeeâŠâ
âI wanna blow you.â
Short. Sweet. Straight to the point. Eddie had licked his lips, fighting back a groan as he re-read the texts.
âMiss the way you feel in my mouthâŠwish I could taste you right now.â
The bold statement had caught Eddie off guard. While youâre far from a prude, it wasnât usual for you to so blatantly express your desires. He wasnât sure how to respond, but he knew a simple text wouldnât suffice; he needs to give you precisely what youâve asked for. Still, he couldnât leave you hanging so he tapped out a lackluster response, knowing heâd make up for it shortly.Â
âHot.â
Eddie had stopped giving a shit about his greasy fingers as he dragged a hand through his hair and tried to come up with an excuse to give Wayne so he could get home to you. Sure, he felt a little guilty about flaking on his uncle, but the constriction in his pants won out over the one which tightened his chest.
âHey, Wayne?â Eddie called hesitantly.
His uncle popped up from his stooped position near the rear wheel of the cherry red Coupe, eyebrows raised expectantly.
âIâm pretty beat,â Eddie lied easily. âThink Iâm gonna call it a day, man.â
Wayne nodded as he stood, tossing a rusted bolt into a coffee can already half-full of discarded hardware. He wiped his hands on the stained material of his navy jumpsuit, wondering why his nephew had suddenly decided to pack it up for the night as he checked the dirty face of his watch.
âAlright, kid. Iâll probably be outta here pretty soon, too.â
Relieved that Wayne hadnât questioned him, Eddie returned his tools to the rack and cleaned up his workspace so as to avoid any reprimanding from his uncle. His phone chirped again and he snuck a quick peek as inconspicuously as possible. He wished he hadnât.
âCome home and fuck my throat.â
âJesus goddamn Christ,â Eddie muttered, nearly dropping the device.
Wayne eyed him wordlessly, studying his shaggy-haired nephew as he fumbled with his cellphone and shoved it in his pocket for the second time in the last few minutes. He suspected the jingling electronic had something to do with Eddieâs sudden desire to leave, though he said nothing.
âSee you tomorrow, Ed,â Wayne grumbled. âTell your girl I said hello.â
Eddieâs steps faltered, unsure if his uncleâs words were intentional or if heâs just paranoid. Wayne noticed the hesitation but pretended he didnât, instead burying his head in the engine of his car to hide his sly smirk.Â
And thatâs how Eddie ended up racing home to you and making it there in record time.
Though he knew youâd kill him for it, he texted you on the drive; punching the keys haphazardly â volleying his eyes between the road and the screen â to let you know he was on his way. He had every intention of testing to see whether you have the balls to back up what youâve said and he knows you know that even without him saying so. Still, you pretended not to see his text. You feign ignorance as his booted feet come clamoring through the door.
âBaby?â Eddie calls, his voice nearly as tight as his pants had been the entire ride here.
He rounds the corner and spots you. Youâre lounging on the sofa and watching something mindless on the television. You look so pretty dressed in nothing but a tattered Tom Petty tee, your bare legs stretched out and your ankles propped up on the arm of the couch. Heâd love to bound across the room and ravish you right there on the worn green cushions, but heâd much rather have you make good on the earlier declarations you had made so confidently.
âOh, youâre home,â you note with a smile, though your expression immediately darkens as you swing your body off the couch and begin to advance on him. âFinally.â
Eddie doesnât even have a chance to say hello before youâre falling to your knees in front of him. His mouth drops open in disbelief and his arms raise at his sides; heâs not quite sure what else to do with them as your fingers deftly undo his belt and wrench his zipper down. You shove impatiently at his grease and oil-stained pants, shifting them just enough to get to what you want. Thereâs something so hot about the fact that you seem unphased that Eddie has come straight from work and hasnât had a shower yet; his dick stiffens in agreement.
The warmth of your hand surrounds his half-hard erection as you reach under the waistband of his underwear and Eddie groans in bliss. Your texts already have him so torqued up, he fears he wonât last very long. If the jolts of electricity shooting through his body at the mere caress of your fingers are anything to go by, heâll be lucky if his dick even makes it to your mouth.
âBeen wanting this all day,â you purr as your fist pumps Eddieâs length, coaxing him to harden further.
His legs waver when he sees how hungrily you stare at his dick, your desperation written all over your face. Your wide, wet eyes peering up at him makes his cock throb in your hand and you lick your lips. He barely hears what you say when you mutter something about needing to taste him because your comment is lost among the sound of his broken moan as your lips surround his sensitive tip.
âOh, shit,â Eddie whispers, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. âThatâs soâŠsâgood.â
You suckle his swollen head, intermittently flicking your tongue across the weeping slit until Eddieâs knees nearly buckle. When you lean in to drag your soft lips further down his length, Eddie comes dangerously close to exploding. A muffled moan escapes you as you taste the heady flavor of Eddieâs skin mingling with his sweat. He sucks in air between his teeth, finally looking down at you again and delving his hands into your hair to guide your movements.
As much as you love when he takes control, you want to make Eddie feel good; specifically, you want him to relax and let you take care of him. Rather than heeding the pressure of his hands, you plunge your head forward and swallow as much of his cock as you comfortably can.Â
Your throat constricts and your eyes begin to prickle with tears. The metal teeth of Eddieâs zipper drag along your chin when you widen your jaw to accommodate the size of him. Gently rocking your head side to side, you manage the last inch before Eddie is pulling away from you. He stops when your mouth is midway down his shaft, taking in the sight of your mouth stuffed full of him as his girth stretches your lips wide.
With your best puppy dog eyes and a dissatisfied whine, you silently plead with Eddie to allow you to proceed. You need to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue, need to bury your nose in the thatch of curls at his base until youâre gagging around him. You want it so badly.Â
Eddie shudders when you swirl your tongue against the thick vein that runs along the underside of his cock. Saliva gathers in the corners of your mouth as Eddie sits hot and hard between your parted lips, the slickness beginning to trickle down your chin. Something in Eddieâs gaze shifts in a way that both frightens and thrills you.
âYou really want my cock that bad, huh?â he taunts, a hand circling under your jaw to force you to meet his eyes.
You nod your head carefully, your lips sliding against his turgid flesh with the movement. Eddie grunts in response as his thumb brushes along the corner of your mouth to gather some of the spit that leaks out.Â
âWhy donât you let me fuck your pretty little mouth then?â he adds. âJust like you said earlier. Bet you didnât think Iâd follow through.â
Eddieâs words are stern but teasing, challenging you to prove that you arenât all talk. He doesnât wait for an answer, instead shoves his pants and underwear lower, baring his cock and balls and the length of his pale thighs to you. He shifts his feet and brings his other hand to your face, each of his thumbs hooking in either side of your mouth as he pulls out.Â
âLook at me,â he commands, waiting until you obey before he continues. âStick your tongue out.â
The wet flesh brushes against Eddieâs cock when you do, the heaviness of the appendage making your thighs clench. Eddie shoves his digits further into your mouth, tucking them between your teeth so you couldnât close your mouth even if you wanted to. Saliva dribbles from your gaping mouth and he pushes the solid head of his cock through the moisture before shoving the stiff member back between your lips.Â
âYou look like such a pretty little slut. Keep your eyes on me and breathe through your nose,â is all the warning Eddie growls before he thrusts his hips forward.
The first press of his hard cockhead against the back of your throat is alarming and you flinch and cough, but Eddie doesnât relent. He thrusts with steady and smooth strokes, his hefty cock dragging over your tongue and bumping the sensitive spot that makes you gag until tears spill from your eyes. You gag and splutter and each noise only spurs him on, the pathetic sounds earning a grunt of pleasure with each slip and slide of Eddieâs slick cock.Â
âStay just like that,â he snarls behind gritted teeth, making the demand as if you have any choice but to remain in his steadfast hold as he fucks your throat. âBe a good girl and let me use you.â
Just as expected, Eddie can feel his balls tightening with his impending orgasm. Adjusting your position, you brace yourself against Eddieâs forceful thrusts; cupping your hands around the backs of his bare thighs and hugging your body close to his so he can continue to fuck your face with ease.
Youâre a mess of tears and drool and damn if he doesnât wish he could stay here forever. Spit falls in steady globs on your chest, soaking your shirt. The wet sound of his cock sliding through the abundant moisture is going to be ingrained in Eddieâs head for a long, long time. Not to mention the way you whimper as you struggle to take him.Â
A buzzing in his ears signals the nearness of his release and Eddie holds his breath as he buries every inch of his pulsing cock in your mouth. The swollen head slips just past the tightness of your esophagus and when the muscles squeeze him, Eddie loses it.Â
He begrudgingly pulls back, only for the satisfaction of coating your tongue with the creamy spurts. You sniffle and whine when the warm drops hit your taste buds and fill your mouth. Though you do your best to keep it all contained, Eddie just keeps cumming and the abundant seed overflows and begins to ooze over your lower lip and down your chin.Â
âFuck,â Eddie sighs, fisting his cock and giving it a final shake to dispel the few drops that still seep from the tip.Â
Not bothering to fix his disheveled clothes, Eddie crouches in front of you. He studies your soaked face and your full mouth, his cock twitching appreciatively at the debauched sight you make.
âShow me,â he whispers hotly.
You widen your jaw and stick your tongue out, careful not to let a single drop of Eddieâs cum escape. He inhales deeply, satisfied with your obedience and directs you to swallow it all. A shiver courses through you at the heated tone of Eddieâs voice, but you do as he asks. Your tongue peeks out to sweep any remaining spend from your lips, though Eddie beats you to it.Â
His large hand cups the back of your head, pulling you in so he can capture your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. The sweet taste of you mingles with his own saltiness and Eddie moans into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours until youâre breathless.Â
âWhat the hell got into you?â Eddie pants with amusement as he observes you with adoration and surprise.
Joseph Quinn Masterlist âŠÂ Writing Masterpost
#this repost is a consequence of me getting the ick & also being insecure about my own writing lol#now i have to shine a literal spotlight on my transgression by making a whole new post#anyway#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x reader fanfiction#eddie munson x reader fanfic#eddie munson x reader smut#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson#joseph quinn fanfiction#joseph quinn fanfic#joseph quinn smut#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fanfic#stranger things smut
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Heyyy!!! I love your works!!đș
I was wondering if you could write a bully bada smut ?đ
Fantasy | Bada Lee x Fem Reader | 21+
Summary: your bully makes you fantasize about things you shouldnât.
Word count: 2.8k
Warnings: yâall this is a bully smut⊠please tell me you know what to expect đ still⊠Fingering, Spanking, etc. MDNI.
READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
A/N: whoever requested this⊠sorry for taking so long bbyđ hope you like it!!
~â„ïž~
Being the quiet kid in school had always been beneficial. Sitting in the back where no one could interrupt your learning was perfect for you.
The teachers wouldn't call on you, and the majority of your classmates didn't even know of your existence and only looked at you when the rankings came in and you ended up in first place.
"Well... where did she even come from?" they would say as they looked at you.
Your long hair fell over your face and your uniform was not flattering to your body but no one ever saw that, until one day when you entered your last year of high school.
Your parents had to move due to work and you ended up going to a prestigious school. Once again, you remained invisible to everyone.
However, that didn't last for long when your uniform changed. This uniform made your curly figure more prominent to students and to the perverted male teachers.
The boys started to talk about how many boys had fucked you for your hips to look like that. Many bet that they could get you into their bed easily.
The girls talked about how much of a slut you were because of the way you wore your uniform. You even tried to wear pants but the uniform was still accentuating your figure and there was nothing you could do about it.
You were always oblivious to class rankings so you only did what you were supposed to. When the boys tried to hit on you you always pushed them away.
That was until you fell for one of the boys in your class. You couldn't help it. He was the only one that made you feel like you existed without even knowing it.
You texted him every day, helped him study, hung out at his house, and even sat with him during lunch. Many girls started to hate on you even more when they knew you were always with him but you didn't care.
One day during a study session, you went to the bathroom of his house, and when you were walking past a room with loud music playing. The door was wide open and you saw the class president, Bada, making out with one of your classmates.
"You're so wet for me, Y/N,"
You stopped to look at the scene before you and felt something you'd never felt before. Why did she call your name? You didn't know but it made you bite your lip.Â
"What the fuck are you looking at?" Bada said and you cleared your throat walking back to his room.
"Mark... Bada lives here?" You asked.
"Well, given the fact that she is my sister, yes," he said and you swallowed your spit in disbelief.
You started to love the way Mark treated you. He was kind and sweet but something about seeing Bada a few seconds ago made you feel all gushy and warm. You wanted more from her but you couldn't give that away.
"Um... I have to go home now. Can we study later?" You said as you packed your things.
"Sure. I'd give you a ride but my girlfriend is in Bada's room studying and I need to take her home as well," he said and you felt like an idiot falling for him.
Of course, he was too good to be single but you didn't know the girl in the next room was his girlfriend. The girl with Bada's hand up her skirt and her tongue down her throat.
"Oh! of course! I can just take the bus so I will head out now and I'll see you in school tomorrow," you said before walking out of the room and into the hall to Bada's room.
You stood in the door frame but the girl wasn't there anymore. Bada stood up and dragged you by the arm into the room and to her bathroom.
She slammed your body against the wall. You were scared. You had never been this close to Bada ever.
"I know you saw what happened and you know that's my brother's girlfriend so you will be quiet. Do you understand?" she said.
"Well, it didn't seem like you wanted to hide anything. Your door was wide open just like her legs," you said. You didn't know why. You had no clue what took over you to speak like that.
Bada hit the wall behind you making you flinch and squirm. A small smirk appeared on her lips.
"I was doing you a favor, babe. Like you didn't let Mark fuck you. Who knows what other filthy things you did in there?" your mouth widened.
"I did not! Mark is not like that!" you said.
"Aren't you the little slut everyone talks about in school? Tell me you didn't feel your pretty cunt dripping wet when you saw me fingering Hejin?" she said as she brought her head closer to yours until you could feel her breath on your lips.
You almost gave in but you decided to push her away.
"Fuck off!" you shouted and stormed out of the room. You took a minute to breathe and collect yourself. How did a stranger have this effect on you?
regardless, you pushed your thoughts away and went home.
-
The following day you went to school and everyone looked at you weirdly. You bit your lip and let your hair fall on your face again.
"What a slut. Sleeping with Mark was so low. He has a girlfriend," you heard someone say. Your eyes widened. This was definitely Bada's doing.
"Y/N, why would you sleep with my brother?" Bada said as she grabbed your face with great force making your eyes tear up.
"I didn't... Bada. You know I didn't," you said shaking your head... or at least trying.
"These are the consequences of snooping around, my little slut. Now get on your knees and beg," Bada whispered in your ear before pushing you down to the floor.
"It's what she deserves, huh?" you heard someone say.
"Bada, why are you doing this?" Mark spoke up and I felt my heart clench. I didn't want to hurt him but I had to speak up.
"It's because that stupid girlfriend of yours, Mark," you said. You felt a kick on your side and realized his girlfriend had hit and kicked you.
"What... what are you talking about?" Mark said.
"Tell him, you bitch. I'm on the floor but at least I wasn't the one begging for someone else to make me cum," she then slapped you across the face.
"Mark, don't listen to her. She's just jealous of me and you," the girl said as she held onto Mark's arm. He grabbed her and dragged her away from the scene leaving me on the floor.
Bada crouched down to your level and pulled your hair making your head tilt back.
"You better pray Mark doesn't find out or you will pay for it," she said before letting go of you and walking away.
-
So for the next few weeks, you were exhausted. Bada had been bullying you not only because of what happened with Mark but because you took her class rank.
Every day she would look for you just to give you a piece of her mind and destroy you with her words. Calling you things like "pathetic little girl" or "a stupid slut" and you got to the point where you'd just let her.
Why the hell you let her? you have no clue. It's almost as if you looked forward to being alone with her in the janitor's closet while she made you fall to your knees and humiliated you.
You always thought there was something wrong with you for wanting her after everything she did to you but when you looked into her eyes, all your thoughts disappeared.
The bell snapped you out of your thoughts and you placed your things into your bag and placed it over your shoulder. You were already anticipating Bada's hand on your shoulder as she pushed you down and made you beg for her to stop.
As you were about to walk out, you heard your teacher calling your name.
"Yes, Mr. Jones?" you asked as you walked back into the class.
"I noticed you are not far away from a higher grade in my class. How about we discuss how to bring your grade up?" he said as she started to close the door and walk to his desk.
He called you over to his desk and you walked toward him. You felt a strange aura but still decided to see what he wanted.
"Come closer. It's alright," He pulled your chair closer to him.
"Look, you can write an essay on your favorite book, retake your lowest grade test, or..." He paused and placed his hand on your thigh. You gasped as his hand moved up and down on your thigh and he began to lift your skirt. You tried to stop him but he grabbed your wrists and punned them down.
"Please, stop..." you said and he chuckled.
"Don't act all innocent. I heard what you've been doing around school. Letting any boy fuck you. What's the difference here?" as you felt his hand riding up your leg, you heard the door fly open.
"Well, would you look at this... Mr. Jones assaulting his student..." Bada said as she took a picture of the situation before her eyes. You panicked at the thought of Bada owning a picture of it.
"Delete that or I'll flunk you in my class!" he shouted as he walked up to Bada but she didn't move an inch.
"Like I need your class to pass. Besides, one click and I'll send it to my dad... the director of the board of education," Bada said showing the phone to him and he cleared his throat.
"How can we fix this? I will give you anything. A higher grade? WHAT? DAMN IT!" he shouted in frustration and all you could do was cry in silence.
"Never, ever talk or look at her again. I don't want you breathing the same air as her. You don't know her. And if you lay a finger on her again, I'll make sure you live the rest of your life, without a license, a job, and without fucking hands," Bada said before walking up to you.
She wrapped her oversized jacket around your figure and dragged you out of the classroom. She didn't stop until you reached a classroom in a really hidden place in the school. She pulled you inside the classroom and made you sit on the couch.
"What were you thinking? Why didn't you run away? Why did you just sit there and let him do whatever he wanted, Y/N?" she said clearly frustrated. You didn't respond.
"Oh, my gosh... you are actually a virgin?" she said and you started fiddling with your fingers. You felt pathetic for being so vulnerable with people, especially in front of Bada.
"Can you say something? I... I am going crazy," she said.
"Bada, I can't. You have no idea how you make me feel. Things I have never felt before. I feel pathetic for feeling all warm and gushy only when you touch me. I didn't know what to do with Mr. Jones. I was scared and now..." You paused and aggressively wiped your tears.
"Now the only thing in my head is you. You, pushing me down to the floor. Who in their right mind thinks like this? I don't even... I don't know, Bada,"
Bada approached you her touch was soft and you loved it. She lifted your chin.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She said locking eyes with you. Her pupils were dark and you could tell she was eager for your touch.
"Take it. If I'm going to be a slut, I'm going to be your slut. Take my virginity, Bada," you said making her smirk.
"It's that what you really want, pretty girl? You want to be my slut? Aren't you a pathetic little thing?" She said knowing well that you liked it when she did that.
She grabbed your face roughly and shoved her two long fingers inside of your mouth pushing them down your throat and you took them so well gagging slightly but sucking hard on them.
You felt your pussy grow wetter by the second as she played with your thigh. Her hand traced circles around your inner thigh dragging her hand up to your entrance. A new excitement was found in her eyes as she felt how wet you were through your panties.
"Is that all for me?" She asked and all you could do was nod causing her fingers to go deeper down your throat and your saliva was now slimy. She removed her fingers from your mouth and strings of thick saliva connected your mouth and her fingers.
"How well lubricated you left my fingers..." Without warning, she ripped off your soaked panties. She flipped you over and you were now lying on your stomach on her lap.
"Look at how wet my little slut is for me. Mh~ let's see how good you take me..." she shoved her two drenched fingers inside of you making you let out a whimpering noise.
"Does it hurt?" She asked.
"Yes... but... keep... keep going," you said between heavy breathing and whimpering. You wanted to make her sadistic pleasures come true. And you had somehow turned all your pain into pleasure when you were under her touch.
You never told her this but, every time she beat you, cursed at you, or pulled you around, your panties would get drenched in your wetness.
"Mh~ Bada. Please, harder," you moaned as you wiggled your ass in front of her. You wanted her to spank you and she did. She left a red mark on your ass and you moaned.
She moved in and out of you harshly curling her fingers fighting to find your sweet spot, and with every thrust, she would hit your sensitive and swollen clit making you moan even more.
When she thrust in one more time, she finally came in contact with your spot as you moaned and moved more. So she stopped her movements and you started to squirm on her lap. She spanked you hard making you stop.
She turned to look at your face. You were still drooling and a stupid smile plastered on your face as your eyes rolled back. She chuckled and made you sit on the desk fingers still deep inside of you.
"Should I wipe that stupid smile off your face? You're such a pathetic slut, aren't you?" She said and you laughed.
"Only for you, Bada Lee," you replied. She smiled and attacked your lips. Kissing you and moving once again, she took hold of your neck and gently choked you.
You started to moan again, this time louder as she hit your spot over and over. Bada had come from seeing how you reacted to her. She never thought such a shy and innocent thing like you would be like this and just for her.
She always daydreamed about having you in this position and she never imagined that she would actually get to have you. But she wanted to taste you. To make you cum and taste you.
So she sped up. Having no mercy on your dripping pussy as the juices went everywhere on your thighs. And then you came all over her hand. She pushed her fingers back in your mouth and you started to suck.
She lowered herself on you and immediately attacked your sensitive clit collecting your cum with her tongue. You bit her fingers from the overstimulation and she moaned into your fold making you cum all over again letting out loud and shaky breaths.
"Mh~ you taste really good, my little slut. Cumming twice for me like that," she said as she licked up the mess you had made still twitching and whimpering every time her tongue made contact with your folds.
she made you sit up and use your panties to clean up the mess from your tights and folds before putting them in her pocket.Â
After a few minutes, you had come down from your orgasm and you managed to stand up. You pulled down your skirt afraid that your figure would make the skirt lift and others would see that your underwear was missing.Â
"Here. No one gets to see that but me," she said as she wrapped her jacket around your waist once more.Â
You started to walk out of the room with the same shy expression and your hair hanging from the sides of your head when you felt Bada take hold of your hair and pull your head back.Â
You moaned at her action and bit your lip as your eyes shut closed.Â
"I am not done with you, little slut," she said with a smirk. She planted a heated and sloppy kiss.Â
"I'll be waiting eagerly..." you said licking your lips and walked out of the room.
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wait pls elaborate on ur insta hate bc i so agree đ
eughhehdhffhh where do I even start
okay no I know. letâs start with how everyone and their fatherfucking walrus is on there itâs like a goddamn cult. you are forced to feel the fomo when you donât have an account because EVERYTHING happens on there but if you havenât made one yet trust me do NOT do it. run while you still can. because the fomo of not being on shitstagram is only a sliver of the actual fomo you feel once you join the cult. itâs a neverending social hellscape that concentrates the worst most painful parts of the social experience unless youâre one of those super chill people with three super tight friends youâve had for years and an even tighter rule of not letting anyone else on there it gets stressful as shit. and if you are I mean thatâs great Iâm glad that works for you but 1) im not sure how long that can last because youâre all not going to stay in one place your whole life and 2) as someone whoâs been the new kid and not fit in anywhere my whole life I personally have always felt weird about hard defined groupism. and god instagram thrives on groupism.
people are fucking obsessed with taking pictures and posting them on instagram. whatever you do. and itâs the easiest way to get sucked into social pressure because however firm you are about your boundaries constantly seeing everyone else having fun without you does get to you. itâs like thereâs almost no point doing things together unless you post about it at this point and I fucking hate it. the serotonin you get when someone tags you in a story or adds you on their close friends or whatever feels good yeah but itâs a TRAP. itâs like an MLM. youâre always going to exclude someone and be excluded and it becomes impossible not to start comparing and it honestly ruins normal fun experiences. one thing Iâve realized in college is parties are literally just for the taking pictures. I didnât think I could hate parties more than I already did but I swear to god itâs a fucking curse. instagram fuels jealousy and insecurity like nothing else especially when youâre in a not very stable stage of life. I didnât mind instagram as much in certain stages of high school because all my friends were losers (affectionate) like me and no one really posted about things like hangouts and we basically used it just to shitpost and like a sort of digital journal. in an environment like a new college where everything is slippery and undeveloped though itâs a breeding pool of insecurity and comparison.
and thereâs the whole tagging culture and people will have these super exclusive private accounts and okay that's only the social aspect of instagram. it's very mentally exhausting when you don't have a clearly defined social circle - which like i said is pretty much impossible as a young adult unless you stay in one place for a long time and/or have a clique or something. instagram is inherently about social perception and projection and in my experience that's rarely a good thing because it isn't usually authentic. and it's coloured by what other people think in the worst way. especially when you're developing as a person and aren't 100% sure of who you are. you lose track of when you stop doing it for yourself. this is not even a third of my issues with it we need to get a speed on lol
I'm not going to get started on the reels and kind of content they have on there and shit because that is just going to become another uncontrollable rant lol. suffice to say it's an echo chamber of the same algo driven shit that literally warps your sense of reality and what is normal and it's not an easy perform to curate. it's essentially just the worst parts of whatsapp and tiktok lol. it literally rots your brain and it sucks that people predominantly use it to stay connected because whatsapp is better for that imo. the content is exponentially better and more diverse on youtube it's just. not worth it in any sense tbh
#ugh i need to study#this got a little bit out of control i could rant for two more hours on this but i will not#because i need to fucking study help đ#but yeah. tumblr and youtube ftw#fuck instagram#whatever you use it for there is a better platform for the same thing i can guarantee#it literally rots your brain#anon (affectionate)
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No but like. Men could be the lowest of the low, not be knowing the most basic shit, inept at wit or anything else pertaining to the brain or mind or conscious, and yet the audacity be there. Like. How.
#legit listening to my brother tall of how many qualities he has which mainly just includes having a nice face and using his voice#like this is the dude who is in his last year of high school and absolutely refuses to look at a book for more than half an hour a day#you can imagine the amount of basic knowledgeable he would have with that time period dedicated to studies (not even dedicated hes forcedto)#he knows nothing of the most basic thing needed in class#knows nothing of even the language subjects#and yet thinks just because he can talk he can land a job#theres delusional and then theres this piece of shit#like this family is on the verge of struggling financially and this dude decides to use the lakhs of the rupees worth of tution to eat out#with friends and learn NOTHING#like#im legit so. like i wish he would succeed in life by the sheer power of luck and wishes bc god knows hes a degenerate#yet we care enough to not have him roam around like how it looks like he might bc lets be real if not that he'll end up being a worse pain#but seriously tho how does one be SO behind the very fundamental of human experience and still think their gaming skills and music taste#can save them in this world?#this dude is more or less addicted to his phone and literally like im not exaggerating hes so dumb you have one conversation with him and it#becomes glaringly obvious bc hes so delusional about it that he talks with full confidence but you realise hes not really talking hes just#spitting bs that hes heard on youtube đ#not to drag him or anything but im seriously so sympathetic. how much of an idiot do you have to be?#to think HIGH SCHOOL education is worthless? hIGH SCHOOL. Tgats like. the very bottom of it.#worst part is he refuses to acknowledge he should get better đż#so theres no point in helping bc its one steo forward ten steps back with him#and also feels shitty as fuck to be guiding a fucking 18 yo thru SCHOOL#its fucking SCHOOL FOR CRYING OUT LOUD
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...... fuuuuuuck
I juuuuust want to be dead.
that is all
going to bed now. taking my thesis and my laptop and a pen and paper with me. and hoping I'll have at least a couple useful thoughts before I pass out (I won't)
#it'll be fine it'll be fine it'll be fine#but I can't help feeling like this is the point where I fuck up my entire future#I mean. I ASSUME the fact that I got invited to the oral exam means my thesis#was at least good enough to barely pass???#but if I don't know ANYTHING tomorrow I will still fail!#and it feels BAD. and SCARY. and I don't handle that well#need. to. die#right now. can't stand it#goddddddd someone kill me#AND ALSO. having to be face to face with that shitty professor and having to listen to him explain alllll the ways in which I am a#dumb fucking idiot? yeah that'll fucking feel bad! and I won't be able to leave! and I will cry! because that's what I do!#maybe it'll be so bad that I pass out! wait I wouldn't mind that actually. hm if I just think about awful enough injuries and people in pain#I could probably make myself pass out. okay that's my plan Z now I guess. (plan A is 'open my mouth and hope a sentence comes out'. plans#B to Y are '.......'.)#đđđđ#actually plan Y is pass out. plan Z is build a time machine and go back in time and make yourself be less stupid and study for this crap#tw suicide#or whatever
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katsuki bakugo is the only man who can help bunnygirl! you during heat.
established relationship. normal! au. first time as a couple.
warnings: nsfw, lowkey angst ngl, fellatio, praise, slight degradation, creampie
if you're here for the nsfw part, i marked it >:)
a/n: dude, idk why my last fic has that "mature" label đ also is this a hypersexual comfort fic? yeah.
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"are you okay? you look hot?"
"your forehead is on fire!"
"you look red. drink some water."
you've been hearing that non-stop all day. of course, you know that everyone has good intentions, but it was so annoying.
no, you didn't feel fine, nor did you feel sick. it was a strange, embarrassing thing to admit. in a world full of truly remarkable quirks, you just had to get a basic one. your quirk was rabbit. you know mirko? yeah, well you two are in the same boat.
you have floppy bunny ears the same color as your hair, a puff ball of a bunny tail, & muscular legs. all so cutesy & alright to deal with. the behavioral traits were what got you though. increased hearing, jittery/easily scared, & most annoying of all, the heat that came with it.
though it wasn't unusual to have heat, it was definitely not something you mention in a passing conversation. heat made it hard to focus on anything except for breeding & sex. your senses are enhanced, making clothes feel itchy at all times. your train of thought always derailed to live making. that's why you were prescribed heat repressant.
no side affects & it worked like a charm.
however, this month you forgot to stock up on them, & you just so happened to run out. you would've just skipped school to get some, but it was midterms, which comes with tests & presentations that simply could not be made up. it was either fail your classes or bite the bullet.
"oi! what's your deal?" someone barked at you. ah yes, your boyfriend of six months, katsuki bakugo.
"nothing," you said with annoyance. another thing about your heat is that you get irritable because of the overwhelming feeling of needing to do a certain activity. "don't worry about it."
taken aback, katsuki reached out for you & spun you around. your eyes welled with tears of frustration & utter embarrassment, the tips of your ears were red, & every thread of your clothes made your skin crawl. "hey, what's going on?"
"i-it's nothing, just leave me alone. class is about to start." you understood how much katsuki prides himself in his academics. you're not gonna be the one to drag him down; that's not very amazing-cool-awesome girlfriend of you, after all.
he wanted to say that he didn't care & let's just ditch class, but you both knew you couldn't. the exams were too important. luckily for the both of you, the last period of the day was study hall. most kids just skip it, starting their free time early.
just a few classes, then i can go get medication, that's not bad at all, i've been through worse, you thought in attempts to calm yourself.
yeah, but imagine how could it would feel to be absolutely railed, oh fuck, imagine katsuki-
you had to cut yourself off, he was standing right beside you after all.
your relationship with katsuki has been slow, healthy, & true. the most you two have done in the span of six months is make out, grind, & grope each other clothed. both of you saw a future together so having sex didn't have to happen right then & there. if it happens, it happens, but there was no need to have it to connect.
you didn't want you first time with the love of your life to be because of your current circumstances.
"did i do something?" he asked, making your ears twitch.
"no, it's not you," you reassured, "there's nothing going on." you both entered the classroom, & you could feel katsuki's worried stare focused on you the entire time.
you took exam after exam, which, in of itself, is a long, stressful process. the bell rang throughout the school, & your classmates shuffled out of the room to go to their last period. finally, it was study hall. you threw everything into your backpack without a care. you were practically panting.
throughout the school day, the pressure building inside of you only gotten worse. you couldn't stop thinking about katsuki. his god-sent body, his perfect face, his rugged voice. god, he turned you on so much-- too much, actually.
you felt bad for ignoring all of his texts throughout the day. if you didn't, however, you had a feeling you would've sent some embarrassing messages.
as you exited your class, someone grasped your wrist, dragging you out of the school. their touch lit you on fire. you knew exactly who it was. "let me go, katsuki."
"no, not until you tell me what i did!" he growled at you. he doesn't even realize how wet i am for him-
you had to shut off your thoughts, but that's easier said than done.
"i told you already. you didn't do anything."
"well something is going on with you. tell me what's happening," he raised his voice, a vice grip still hanging onto your wrist. you were getting overstimulated & overwhelmed. once again, you couldn't help the angry tears from forming. you couldn't help but hyperfixate on your panties brushing against your sensitive clit. you couldn't help that your nipples were painfully perked.
you can't just admit that though. it's such a stupid problem to you. you felt so wrong & disgusting for thinking about sex all day. "you wouldn't understand!" you finally yelled back. "you wouldn't get it."
he didn't respond. katsuki continued to drag you throughout campus, leaving you with your thoughts.
god, i made him mad, you mentally cried out. hopefully he'll hate fuck you then-
you want to rip out your own brain & throw it on the concrete. it was a constant cycle of that the entire walk.
a few moments later, you realized you were in his dorm, sitting on his bed with him across from you in his desk chair. both of your hands were in his as he brushed his thumbs against your knuckles. that alone gave you goosebumps. "please tell me what's wrong, baby," he said in a hushed near-whimper. "i'm worried about you."
"you really wouldn't get it, katsuki," you whispered, finally letting a few tears roll down your cheek.
he placed his index finger underneath your chin. he gently raised your head, your gaze following suit. the two of you locked eyes, his swirling with worry & yours sprawling in uncertainty. "then make me understand."
"it's my stupid quirk," you exasperated. you tried coming up with ways of how to say what you want to say without scaring him off.
"what about it?" he asked.
"you have such a nice quirk, you know," you started, avoiding his question. "it's just so much flashier & cooler than mine. there's already a rabbit hero!"
"what are you talking about? you do have a cool quirk."
"i'm a bunnygirl. nothing more. people already know what to expect-"
"what is this really about? you brag all the time how you get to come up with new ways to make your quirk yours," he countered, not convinced with your answer. "there's something more, isn't there?"
katsuki was so good at reading people-- at reading you. the other times you've confided in him, your voice lacked clarity, stability. why would it be different now? it wouldn't, that's why.
"yeah, there is," you admitted, tugging on his hands so he'd get closer. "i just don't know how you'll react or how to even say it-"
"it's fine. just tell me, i won't get mad or judge you or whatever," he assured. you began to cry even more, staining his dress shirt.
he smelt so good, i can feel his muscles through his shirt, he's so sexy-
"i need you," you muttered into his chest.
"what was that, baby?"
you glanced up at him, eyes glossy, lips pouted. "i need you."
katsuki's breath hitched, "what are you talking about?" yes, he's had theories about your quirk & its drawbacks. was this it? was his theory correct?
more tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks as you tried to explained, "i have... you know."
his cock stirred, scolding himself mentally for getting hard during a time like this. "have what?" he wanted you to say it, confirm his suspicions.
you took a deep breath. "i have this thing every month or so, & it just makes things so much harder."
"tell me." his stern voice sent shockwaves through you.
it made you obey him automatically, robotically. "i'm going through heat." a silence followed. "it's normal for people with quirks like mine to go through this. i usually have repressants! & i know this probably makes you so uncomfortable; i understand if you don't want to be-"
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katsuki cut off your rambling, almost offended. "don't ever say that. i want you, all of you."
"p-please don't say such things," you begged him as you felt your pussy throb. "i'm r-really trying to hold back-"
"let me take care of you, princess," katsuki purred, finger tips ghosting over your exposed thighs. he buried his face into the crook of your neck. "do you want this, y/n? because i want you right now. if you tell me you don't want this, i'll stop."
all you could do is nod, your breath turning uneven.
"say it, y/n."
"i need you so bad. please, katsuki," you cried out as you rubbed your legs together.
he smirked into your neck before he started kissing your neck. you couldn't help but whimper. he noticed you holding back, so he bit your neck. he sucked hickeys all over your neck. your unsteady breathes turned into needy moans.
"t-take off my shirt, please-"
katsuki took in your demand by ripping it off your skin as if it were poison. he unhooked your bra, throwing it on the floor. "ah fuck," he groaned, cupping your breasts.
"are they o-okay?"
"you're fuckin' perfect, baby."
with one, he replaced his rough, calloused hand with his mouth. you grinder against his thigh as flicked your nipple with his tongue. "k-katsuki~"
he switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. "all mine," he growled in between. he nipped at the skin around your nipples. your neck & chest were soon littered with purple marks & bites.
"let me touch you," you begged & you began to fidget with the buttons of his shirt. "take this off~"
"so needy, aren't you, princess," katsuki teased, yet he gave into you. he threw off his shirt, looming over you. goosebumps pricked at your skin, all over your arms down to your legs. you found yourself trailing your hands all over his abs, his muscular arms, around his back. it was like your hands had a mind of their own.
you flipped the two of you around, so now he was under you. "c-can i please mark you?"
he let out a laugh of amusement, making your face turn a deep red. "you don't have to ask, baby," he told you. as a response, you mimicked his actions from earlier. your lips kissed all over his neck, leaving marks in its wake. you trailed down to his chest, then his abs then his v-line until you reached the band of his pants.
the entire time, he was groaning, feeding you praises that shot straight through your core. when you stopped, he looked down at you, & there you were, staring back at him with eager, wide eyes. he could read you so well. "go ahead, y/n. pull them down."
to which you did. you hands hooked both his uniform pants & his boxers. you pulled them down, & your mouth watered when his cock sprung out. "i-it's so big," you moaned; you meant to only think that, but you couldn't help it.
his mushroom tip beaded precum, his veiny shaft twitched in anticipation. "you see how hard i am for you? all for you," katsuki told you, watching your eyes dart to his then back down to his cock.
you started licking him to test the waters. you saw as his eyebrows furrowed together, his mouth agape, narrowed eyes. your licks evolved into you sticking his tip into your mouth. your tongue flicked around his cock. you crossed your eyes & whined when you tasted his precum. thanks to his quirk, it tasted almost sweet, salty, & god, was it addicting.
you bobbed your head up & down his thick rod. the tip hit the back of your throat while spit flooded your mouth. it was hard to breath, but you didn't care. having katsuki inside of you was more important than breathing. "slow down. you're gonna make me cum, good girl."
that was enough inspiration for you. you needed his cum. you forced your head all the way down his cock, your nose buried in his pubes. your eyes watered (for the fifth time today), & you stared into katsuki's eyes. both of his hands tangled themselves into your hair. "i'm gonna fuck that slutty, little throat, okay? just tap if it's too much," he informed, but he had a feeling you were going let him do whatever he wanted.
you moaned as a way to let him know that you heard him. the vibrations quivered his tip. "mmm, fuck. you're doing so good," he praised, jutting his hips forward the drawing them back.
his thrusts at first were small, in fear he was hurting you. however, as he looked down at you, your eyes rolled back, drool spilling out of your mouth, rubbing your aching clit for some sort of release, he couldn't hold back. he started using your throat as a fuck toy.
fast & rough, & all you could do was take it. take it, even though you're crying & it's hard to breath. "i'm close," he uttered out in between moans. his sultry voice turned a pitch higher in a humiliating tease, "you want my cum, baby? huh? c'mon, tell me you want it."
you choked out muffled, "yes please" & "cum down my throat please." he laughed at you trying to form sentences with your mouth stuffed. "such an eager bitch. fine, i'll give you what you want."
he thrusted his hips forwards, keeping your head in place. you face smushed against his hips. his cock twitched as he unloaded spurts of cum down your throat.
he pulled away, & strings of saliva mixed with his semen leaked onto your skirt. you looked back up at him, finding his cock still erect. "you look so surprised," katsuki said as he caught his breath. "i'm still so hard for you. after all, i told you i was going to take care of you."
"p-please have sex with me," you barely even whispered.
"what was that?"
"please-"
"i still can't hear you," katsuki told you, stroking his dick. he really knew how to push your buttons
"please fuck me, katsuki! i need it, i need you so bad~ i need your big cock inside of me," you blurted out. you finally let you stupid, nasty fantasies get the better of you.
judging from katsuki's smug expression, he wanted you to indulge in them. "alright, alright. you've been such a good girl for me. it's the least i could do," he shrugged before flipping you over so you were trapped under him. even in your most intimate moments, he was cocky. & god, did it make your pussy wet.
as he started to pull your skirt down, your hands shot to grab his wrists. "no, fuck me now, i can't wait. it hurts too bad," you whined, your glossy lips pouting.
"of course, princess," he said with a smirk. "whatever you want." katsuki's fingers dove under your skirt to push your panties out of the way. he held your legs up, placing your calves over his shoulders.
he lubed the tip of his dick with your juices by running it through your folds. "you're so wet for me, good girl."
"it's all for you, katsuki~" you purred, anticipation practically killing you. you felt pride as he turned his head to kiss the meat of your calf in approval.
"can't let it go to waste," he told you. he lined his thick, heavy cock with your entrance. something must've taken over you because, the moment it lined up with your hole, you shoved your hips forward with your entire body.
you let out a squeal of pleasure, your pussy stretching to accommodate for katsuki's lengthy cock. "shit, baby, you almost knocked me over," he chuckled as he readjusted. both of his hands were on your hips.
"shut up & fuck me," you growled at him. his cock twitched, brow raised in amusement.
"yes ma'am," he replied, "but remember you said that." from the get-go, his thrusts were powerful, immediately finding the cervix. your nails dug into his biceps down to his wrists. moans, whimpers, & screams spilled out of your lips.
katsuki took his fingers to your mouth & demanded in a low voice, "suck."
the action made you quiet down. he found your g-spot soon after, & you felt lightheaded. with his fingers down your throat, his cock abusing your most sensitive spot, & katsuki whispering dirty nothings into your ears, you shut your eyes & released all the tension building up.
"f-f-fuck, i-i'm cumming, katsuki," you rasped, voice having a small lisp thanks to his fingers. you squirted all over his abdomen, breath heavy & uneven.
he didn't stop though. he still rammed his big fuckin' dick in & out of you, not letting you calm down from your euphoric high. in fact, his hand that you slobbered all over found their way to your clit. he drew small circles around it. "ah, katsuki!" you moaned. "it's too much!"
"you'll be a good girl, & take it, won't you? i haven't cum inside you yet," he responded while his other hand pinched your nipples.
"i-i-i'll be a good girl, katsuki~" you slurred, speaking on beat with his thrusts. he made you cum three more times then you felt as his hips became more robotic, shorter, uncalculated.
"i'm cumming," he groaned through gritted teeth. "i'm cumming. fuckin' take all of it." thick jets of hot, white cum stained your walls. his dick pulsated inside of you. you came again; who could blame you?
he took a few deep breaths, collapsing on top of you as he pulled out of your pussy. cum spilled out of you & onto his sheets. he embraced you, whispering, "round two?"
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I would die happy
Pairings: teen!Natasha Romanoff x teen!reader
Song Inspiration: very loosely based off of the songs Casual by Chappell Roan and Ashley by Zolita (Theyâre good to listen to before hand but not necessary. Iâll link them)
Prompt: what happens when âgood girlâ y/n breaks it off with âbad girlâ Natasha and Natasha realizes she needs y/n more than she thought?
Warnings:mentions of sex, angst then fluff, mentions of death? (From the song).
Pronouns: unspecified (one use of maâam but in a silly way)
A/N: No this is not an actual songfic. I just took inspiration from the songs so there might be a line or five in the mix. I have had these songs stuck in my head the past few days and I kept imagining like a teen romance coming out of it? Idk. Hopefully I write this better than the last one đ
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Y/nâs pov
I am in my room doing my homework when I hear tapping on my window. I look up from my neat desk to see Natasha.
My instinct is to smile and open the window up but I freeze.
Natasha Romanoff.
Bad girl. She vandalizes things. She doesnât participate. And she dresses like a fuck boy.
Some call her a player. Some call her a cheater.
Whatever they think thereâs one thing everyone can agree on. Natasha romanoff does not do relationships.
Sheâs usually the one night stand type of girl but then she met me. And thatâs when everyone says she went soft. She never fucked another girl other than me.
But thatâs all. For half a year. All sheâs ever done is sex, aftercare, leave, repeat.
Another set of tapping falls upon my ears and I zone back in. I open the window and whisper
âWhat are you doing here?â
Natasha crawls in and says
âWanted to see you. You alright there? You zoned out for a secâ
I nodded my head and my eyes fall upon her necklace. Itâs silver with a little arrow.
I hate myself when I think of it. I nod my head and say
âYeah. Totally fine. Just doing some homeworkâ
I sit back down at my desk even though I know why Natasha is here.
After a whole 6 months of this itâs hard to not know what her routine is. But I donât want it anymore.
Obviously I caught feelings. Who wouldnât catch feelings for her? I just thought that I would get over it. I thought that having some of her is better than none of her at all right?
Wrong.
I cry so much now. All I want is for her to love me back. But thatâs not reality. She doesnât do love. She doesnât do relationships. And I canât do it anymore.
Natasha walks up behind me and rubs her hands down my arms and starts kissing my neck. My body lets her do it but then I think about it and take her hands off me.
âNot tonight. I have to studyâ
She doesnât let up. Because usually I like playing hard to get. So she doesnât know. And thatâs okay. Itâs my fault she doesnât know.
âI can help you relax babyâ
I roll my eyes at the pet name and say
âNatasha. Can we talk?â
She stands up straighter at my use of her full name and says
âYeah. Sureâ
I can tell she is a bit surprised at me but she nods her head nevertheless.
She sits down at the foot of my bed and I roll my chair over to her.
I sigh and look at the ground.
âI donât know how to say this, but I canât do this anymore Natashaâ
She furrows her eyebrows and says
âYou canât do what?â
âThis Natasha,â
I point at her and myself
âI hate myself for letting this drag on so long because I know you. I know you donât want a relationship. But I lo- I like you Natasha. And I want you. All to myself. I want labels and I want to go to the pier together and eat popsicles and I want you to tell your friends and I want a future with you.â
I can tell Iâm overwhelming her with this information but I keep going
âBut you donât want that. And thatâs okay! I understand that some things arenât meant to last. But I canât keep hurting myself for some fun okay? I need to heal and move on. And you can go find another toy to play with and thatâs okay. I just canât be the one you go to anymore. Itâs not what I want. And our ideals clearly do not align. I thought maybe I could do it and be able to handle all of this but I canât.â
I tear up a bit
âI canât be casual with you. I want feelings attached and I want you to myself but you donât want me like that. So I need to cut it off.â
I finally finish my rant and I look down feeling embarrassed.
âIâm sorryâ
I apologize and she shakes her head
âDonât apologize. I get it.â
We sit there for a minute of awkward silence and she sighs and says
âI guess I should go thenâ
I nod my head and sniffle a bit. She lingers like she has something to say but she ultimately leaves and on her way out of my window she says
âIâll see you at school I guessâ
I nod my head.
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Itâs been a week since I cut it off with Natasha and I look rough. My friends are worried about me but I tell them Iâm fine.
Even some of my teachers have asked if Iâm okay. Of course I lie to them. But itâs nice to know someone cares.
I have avoided Natasha at all costs. But I still find myself thinking about her.
Her arrow necklace. God I hate myself when I think of it. Because then I think of her. And then I start crying. Or I just shut down.
Yes. I may or may not have almost said I love you the night I cut it off with her. But I didnât want her to have to hold all of my baggage. Itâs not fair. She doesnât like me like that. And she doesnât deserve to feel guilty for what I feel.
My friend Emerald walks up to me during a free period and she says
âHey did you see Natasha today?â
I shake my head and say
âI donât want to talk about her.â
She shakes her head and says
âWell youâre gonna have to listen. She is the talk of the school right now so either you hear it from me or someone else.â
I roll my eyes and say
âWhat Em? Does she have a new toy hanging on her shoulder?â
Clearly Iâm a little ticked off about having to hear about her.
But em shakes her head and I look at her and wait for her to continue
âSheâs wearing your hoodieâ
I look at her and say
âMy hoodie? She doesnât have any of my clothes, except for that bra that Iâll probably never get backâ
She takes out her phone and shows me my favorite hoodie. Itâs the pink one that I got from the thrift store. They all knew it was mine because it has emâs name on the sleeve. And a duck on the front.
I remember now. I forgot it at her house one time after she fucked me in her beach house. That was the day everyone found out and started talking about how Iâm just a girl she fucked on her couch.
I cried so much that I forgot about it. And of course she just came over to make me forget about all the things people said.
I look at her and say
âWhy would she ever wear that?â
She wiggles her eyebrows at me and says
âShe obviously likes you y/nâ
I roll my eyes and say
âShe doesnât like me Em. From the beginning everyone has known she doesnât do crushes.â
Em shrugs her shoulders and says
âPeople can change.â
I roll my eyes and get a little frustrated and say
âLeave it Em. I donât want to talk about it.â
She puts her hands up in surrender and leaves it at that.
The rest of the day goes by slowly. But I catch a glimpse of Natasha at the end of the day. She is wearing my hoodie. She looks good in it. But she shouldnât be wearing that. Iâm not hers. And sheâs not mine.
I quickly leave so she doesnât see me. Even though we definitely made eye contact. But itâs whatever.
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Itâs about 8 pm now and Iâm studying again. This final is about to make or break me so I canât let myself loosen the reigns even though itâs only a midterm.
I have my headphones on and Iâm listening to classical because it apparently helps people study. Iâm honestly doing anything to help me.
A hand taps my shoulder and I jump up quickly but thankfully I donât yell.
I turn around quickly and see Natasha standing there.
I immediately get frustrated and say
âWhat are you doing here?â
I take a second to actually look at her and she looks like shit. Honestly she is looking at me like a lost puppy. Like she hasnât been in my room for six months. Her hair is a mess, shes still in my hoodie, and the bags under her eyes indicate that she hasnât been sleeping well. I almost feel bad for her. Then I remember I canât let my feelings get in the way. She says
âI um⊠I wanted to talk to youâ
I sigh and say
âWell what is it? Iâm listening?â
I feel bad for being so short with her but I canât do it any other way or else Iâll break down.
She kind of stands there for a second and I sit down on my bed and pat it. I might as well be nice to her. Sheâs not a horrible person anyways.
She shakes her head slightly and keeps standing. I look at her and say
âYou wanted to talk?â
She nods her head and says
âI donât know how to say this but⊠I- I need you y/nâ
I have never seen Natasha cry once. But she immediately breaks down in front of me
âI canât do this without you. I need you so bad I just want all of you. I thought that if I convinced myself that it was for the better, that if I said I wanted this it would come true. But itâs not true I- I love you and I know you are probably over me by now and thatâs okay I just need to tell you that I want you and only you. I know Iâve never done anything like this but I want to I want to change. I want to be good. For you. I want to take you on dates and tell everyone about you. And I donât think I can do this without you because life is like a bad dream without you and I didnât even realize what I had until I lost it!â
She starts crying. I start tearing up at her confession and I say
âStop it. Stop it Natasha.â
Itâs short and snippy because Iâm about to cry.
âYou canât just say those things and pull at my heart just to get into my pants okay? Iâm sorry that nobody wanted to get with you but I cannot just go crawling back to you if you just lie to me to get me backâ
She looks at me and she shakes her head aggressively and says
âNo. No I donât. I donât want to get into your pants I actually love you. I didnât even know it because Iâve never felt love before y/n. Please you have to understand me I love you. I love you so much and I want a future with you. I was just scared but Iâm not scared anymore I want you!â
She drops to her knees and tries to calm down a bit and says
âI understand if you donât want me but I want you. I want to be your girlfriend. I want to introduce you to my friends and family. And- and I know my past doesnât help anything. My reputation is probably your biggest fear but I canât imagine my life without it. Iâve never been the sappy type but Iâm telling the truth. If loving you kills me then I will die happy y/nâ
I look at her from my bed and I see the genuine look in her eyes. I tear up again and the I get down from my bed and she looks down. Itâs like sheâs worshipping me. Like if she doesnât she might lose me.
I envelope her in a hug and she starts crying into me. And I say
âTell me that you love me and you wonât leave me.â
She looks at me with tears running down her face and her nose is sniffly and she says with such confdence
âI love you y/n. Nothing can change that. I wonât ever leave you. Not even if I could. I want to be yoursâ
I smile at her as she waits for me to answer and I grab her head and lean into her. I kiss her.
This kiss is different than any other kiss Iâve ever shared with her. Itâs soft and tender. And full of love. I donât even care that her tears and boogers are getting on me.
I donât care. I just love her. I pull away and giggle and she kind of sits in criss cross. And I say
âNatasha. I love you too. Iâve loved you for a while now. I was just scared to say it.â
She sends me a dopey smile. Iâve never seen her smile at me like that. I like it. So I boop her nose and say
âCute.â
She scrunches up her nose and says
âIâm everything but cute right now.â
I shake my head and say
âYouâre always cute.â
I kiss her again after she wipes her face off and itâs sweet. I pull her into my lap and she says
âI donât like this.â
Normally I guess she would be more comfortable with me on her lap. But I donât care.
âI guess youâre just gonna have to suck it up.â
We sit on my floor for a bit and I say
âOh shit! Itâs late.â
I check the time and say
âItâs nine oâclock already! You have to get home babyâ
She stops at the nickname and says
âWait. So⊠are we?â
I giggle and say
âAfter all of that? Thereâs no way weâre not dating. So yes. Iâm gonna call you baby. But you need to go home and I need sleepâ
She smiles and says
âCan I have a hug before I go?â
I nod my head and pull her in for a long hug.
I kiss her head and then her nose and then her lips and say
âI love you. Now go. Iâll pick you up for school tomorrow?â
She usually walks to school and I drive but I want to pick her up now. She nods her head and I stop her before she leaves my window and I say
âAnd I want my hoodie back.â
She laughs softly and says
âNo way. Itâs mine now.â
Then I pull her back in to me and distract her with a kiss. I say
âWell then. I guess this is mine nowâ
I swiftly pull the hoodie she has on right now off of her and she pouts and says
âAw man. Thatâs a good hoodie.â
I smile and say
âOnly the best for me right?â
She smiles finally and nods her head and I say
âText me when you get home okay?â
She nods her head and says
âYes maâamâ
I giggle and shake my head. I watch as she walks off into the night and I hop onto my bed and cuddle my stuffed animal with a bright smile on my face.
All of that heartache must have been worth it.
She was right. If loving her kills me, then I would die happy.
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A/N: I actually kind of like how this one turned out. I know I pulled from the songs a lot but at least it was built into the words and not like a normal songfic lol. Because Iâve heard that many people do not like songfics :)
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HAVEN'T MET YOU YET ; JB22
jenson button x fem!reader
. . . slowing down as the high life of the party, jenson turns a new leaf and thinks optimistically about his plans in the future concerning his love life.
amgf finally moving the last couple works đ i definitely procrastinated moving these because they're so long and quite frankly i chose to study than move these but now i have time, i can't escape i need to do this for the alo fic to be posted
death of a bachelor ; masterlist
Frozen in front of his hotel room, muttering a string of curses to himself Jenson stood still tracing back the events that led him to this.
Making his way to the front door, Jenson was faced with an eager German and an Australian fellow trailing behind him. With raised brows, Jenson opened the doors wider letting both men inside.
âAre you coming with us tonight?â Sebastian, wasting no time, asked diving into his kept bed making Mark grimace.
âIâm actually choosing to stay in, rest early for tomorrow.â Jenson nods, convincing himself of his plans to stay in. This doesnât go unnoticed as Sebastian shared a look with Mark before turning his head towards Jenson.
Uncharacteristically for the Briton, Webber expressed his confusion first with raised eyebrows, âYouâre staying in? Why?â
Shrugging, Jenson pushes Seb to make space for himself. âI just donât want to go outside, also thereâs practice tomorrow. I don't want to go out for drinks.â
âOkay. weâre not necessarily going out for drinks. Just dinner, walking around the town, maybe a few light drinks here and there.â Sebastian sits up in an attempt to convince Jenson to come out with them. Noticing his reluctance the German looks up to Mark for support.
âIs this about the headlines about you?â Sebastian let out a small groan, brows furrowed directed towards Mark as he mouths âWhat about discreet do you not understand?â
Mark scoffs in reply, keeping his hands in his pockets, tired of the Germanâs antics. The exchange however left Jenson smiling to himself, which was a win for the two.
âAre you here to distract and cheer me up?â
Pressing his lip into a thin line in admittance, Sebastian looks over toward Jenson whoâs been silent for quite some time.
Breaking the silence, Mark removes his hands from his pocket walking near to Jenson ina soft voice speaking, âIf you donât want to, you donât-â
âIâll goâ
âReally?â Perking up, Sebastian hurried jumps off the bed pulling Jenson towards the front door.
âOkay weâre going now.â Hooking his arms to both men, Mark drags both of them outside.
Shit.
Exactly. Letting Sebastian and Mark drag him downtown for dinner was the plan, yet somehow the trio managed to lose each other as the night came, assuming the pair had gone over for drinks at some local bar. Jenson didnât want to be associated with that, not at the moment that is.
Because as much as Jenson tried to hide it, their words were eating at him every time. And just like the rumors say, somewhere in between he believed them, and in turn began to question his own character.
Fuck.
Rubbing his eyes awake, Jenson looked around the hallway looking for anyone familiar who could help him. With no phone, no key card, and in a different country thereâs no one he could truly contact to ask for help. Opting to sleep out on the hallways for the night, Jenson was on the verge of giving up.
âExcuse me, sir? Are you okay?â
English.
Jenson looks up, unsure if it was the jetlag, the light drinks, or the lack of sleep in his system but Jenson knew what was in front of him was an angel, his savior, he knew then and there he would give her everything- despite him not having anything at the moment.
âIâm not.â Stopping himself, Jenson chose his words carefully. Shocked at his own honesty, this was the first time he felt vulnerable. He canât help but open up to such a beautiful stranger, even when he goes over his thoughts, everything is hazy.
âIâm locked out of my room with no phone, no wallet to even get a new one because my friends convinced me to go out. Not that I blame them, I was moping and being sad, and they had good intentions, I said I wouldnât go out for drinks, and somewhere in between I lost them. I donât know how I ended up back in the hotel, but I just want to sleep.â Jenson yawned in between his rant, leaning towards the wall, eyes drifting to sleep.
âDo you maybe want to sleep in my room?â Jenson turned his head, now you truly were his savior. But despite his excitement, Jenson couldnât help but frown to himself.
âI wouldnât want to impose on you. Iâm sorry you had to sit with me on the floor, listening to me rant about my day.â
Chuckling you stood up in front of him, thatâs when Jenson thought- heâd never have a chance with you. You were choosing to walk away, which is understandable since he was nothing but a mere stranger. To you, he could be lying just to find a way in your room, something he had done before.
Now he is crushed that karma has gotten back to him by letting him meet the prettiest girl heâs ever seen, when heâs on the lowest of lows and never to be seen again.
âCome on, letâs get you to bed. Fortunately for you I happened to pass by you and your friends earlier, itâs Mark right?â
Grabbing your hand, Jenson laughs before introducing himself, âThatâs my friend, Iâm Jenson.â
âWell, itâs nice to meet you Jenson. Iâm Y/N, I stay in the room at the end of the hallway. Letâs get you to sleep, I wouldnât want you to end your night on such a sad note. Especially after your friends tried to cheer you up.â
âThank you Y/N, youâre actually my savior.â
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jensonbutton four months ago you met me and i was at my worst yet welcomed me with open arms.
staying with me when i was locked out of my hotel room, i thought of you as my savior and i remember saying that before falling asleep.
listening to my worries as a stranger, i didn't think we'd grow as friends and eventually lovers. since the day we met my day hasn't ended on such a sad note.
yourusername i love you and i'm glad to be a part of your life. i'm thankful that i'm with you now, and always.
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aussiegrit i'm happy for you two đ€
sebastianvettel aren't you glad we invited you out, or else you wouldn't have met each other
jensonbutton okay thank you seb and mark
aussiegrit you're acting like we were there, we literally left him alone in the middle of the night, i'm sorry jense
jensonbutton you dragged me out and left me, if it wasn't for y/n i would be sleeping in the hallway
sebastianvettel thank you yourusername you're cute together and i'm taking the credit âșïž
user1 wait jensey/n lore????
user2 i thought of you as my savior đđđ hello?
user3 it's always i love you and never "SINCE THE DAY WE MET MY DAY HASN'T ENDED ON SUCH A SAD NOTE" đ„čđ€đđ„čđ€đđ€đ„čđđ€
user4 how are we feeling everyone?
user5 happy crying đđđ
user6 MY PARENTS >>>>> i called it
user7 have y'all seen yn's post đ„č
user8 i love them your honor đ„Č
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yourusername four months, since the day i met you. in such a short time i've seen your highs and lows and even then i knew that i wanted to be with you.
you changed my life and i'm constantly proud of you, i won't stop reminding you on how deserving you are of every good thing in life.
you fill me with pride, joy, and i'm so lucky to be with you. since then i knew that i wouldn't let your night end on such a sad note.
jensonbutton i love you so much.
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jensonbutton thank you for giving me a chance to show my love to you.
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Sometimes you just need your brother || Pt.1
Summary: in which max's little sister finally feels free from her home life and max is there to support her straight away.
Makayla Verstappen (OC) x f1 grid
Series
makaylaverstappen
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makaylaverstappen: study & new friendsđŠđ
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user12 Prettyyyđ
user61 Sharks are your new friends ?!
user81 Future marine biologist here !!
user62 The aestheticâš
maxverstappen1 If u die, itâs your own fault!
makaylaverstappen wow, thanks bro
maxverstappen1 welcome Mack :)
user15 I love their relationshipđ„°
user61 Max and Kayla >>
user29 đ„°đ„°
user33 Maxđđ
landonorris How are you not scared ??
makaylaverstappen Nothing to be scared about!
landonorris Itâs sharks!!
user19 Landođ
user44 The fact that sheâs 16 and so many people wouldnât want to do what sheâs doingđ€Ł
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Everyone knows what Jos Verstappen was like treating Max Verstappen growing up. Everyone saw that Max didnât see his mother Sophie and his sister Victoria much due to him always travelling around the world.
When they got divorce, Jos went off and got married again and had more children who became Max and Victoriaâs step siblings.
Max couldnât say he had a favourite siblings, but when it came to Makayla Verstappen, her and Max got very close despite the big age gap.
Makayla Verstappen is a 16 year old, she has all her focus on her studies to hopefully achieve her dream of becoming a marine biologist.
If her father let her, that is..
Josâs relationship with Makayla wasnât good, they both argued all the time just because of the career Makayla wanted to have wasnât good enough according to him.
They were always having an argument, like right now.
âWhy canât you just accept itâs the career I want to have!â Makayla said. âItâs not good enough Makayla, what good in the world does a marine biologist do?â Jos shouted.
âMhm I donât know! Making fucking looking after the animals and the planet?â Makayla shouted at him, something that she never had to courage to ever do until now.
âDonât you dare shout at me, you know what will happen if you do that again? Youâll be out of this houseâ Jos spat has her. âI donât wanna be there anyways!â Makayla said.
âGo then, I wonât care you are always in your bedroom all day everyday anyways!â Jos replied. âSo, this is what you are doing? Kicking out a 16 year old!â Makayla exclaimed.
âYesâ Jos replied as Makayla just stared at him as he walked into the kitchen. She slowly made her way up to her bedroom to start packing a suitcase. After a few hours she had everything packed.
She was finally free.
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Something that Max Verstappen wasnât expected was to see his 16 year old sister the other side of this door, with a suitcase and a sad look on her face.
âMack, howâd you get here?â Max asked her softly as helped her into his apartment and pulled her into a hug. The girl could see quite a few drivers there so she buried her head into his chest.
âCâmon, talk to us we wonât be able to help you otherwiseâ Daniel said as he walked over to the two siblings. âHe kicked me out..â Makayla mumbled and all the drivers faces fell.
All that Max felt was anger, why in the world would his father kick out his daughter who is only 16 years old? He pulled out of the hug and went to go find his phone.
âMax! Donât do anything please!â Makayla said as he tried to go after him but she was pulled into a hug by Lando. âLet him calm down,â Lando whispered.
Daniel went after Max to try to calm him down, Makayla had been led towards to couch and started to have a small chat with the drivers.
âWait! What happens if I get put into care?! Iâm not a legal adult!â Makayla exclaimed as Max appeared back into the room and wrapped his arms around his sister.
âEverything is going to be alright, Iâll get it all sorted out I promise you..â Max told her as he left a kiss on her forehead.
#f1#f1 imagines#max verstappen x sister#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen#max verstappen x reader#formula 1#formula 1 imagines#f1 fanfic
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ID Leon Kennedy x Teacher! Male Reader
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Authors Note: This sat in my drafts for months and didnât even finish it properly đ, but oh well. In order for the ages between Sherry and Leon to make sense it would have been RE4R Leon instead of ID Leon, but fuck it, it doesnât matter. Enjoy this trashy draft!
Summary: Leon is in need of a teacher for his daughter, Sherry and is recommended one of the best homeschooling teachers.
Warnings: Fluff, mentions of family, slight age gap, Sherry needs parents, single dad leon, language, homesickness, really short, mentions of Hunnigan and the DSO, mentions of Claire and Chris, Infinite Darkness Leon.
Word Count: 3.2K
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He always wanted to be a preschool teacher, teaching young kids and watching them grow. He had a way with kids he knew how to talk to them and interact without making them uncomfortable. He grew up in a household with six sisters, he was the only boy in the family and took majority of his time raising his own sisters while his parents worked to maintain them. He never hated it, he enjoyed taking care of his sisters, learning how to do their hair, take them shopping, finding out which clothes fits best with what shoes.
His sisters knew that his dream was to be a teacher one day and to teach younger students, after he graduated high school he quickly went to college to get his proper degree, spending day and night studying and getting his work done. Passing tests and finally reaching graduation, only for everything to crumble.
Heâd applied to many schools and was denied. Not because he wasnât educated enough but because he was a man who wanted to teach young children which caused many schools to be suspicious about him. He had a clean record and showed no signs of trouble but that didnât matter to them. His dream of being a teacher came crashing down to the point where he was close to giving up.
It wasnât until he applied for home schooling, hoping to get something. It took him a few days to receive a call from a family who wished to have a teacher for there kids. After they looked at his records and file they quickly accepted him, giving him the chance to interact with the families kids and educate them. The kids he taught were between eight to ten years old, giving him the chance to teach different levels of education.
He was with the family for a year before the kids were officially sent to a public school, his time spent teaching the kids gave him hope in advancing only for the wife of the family ending up recommending him to one of her co workers. She told him that he was a single parent raising a ten year old daughter.
He didnât meet up with this new client until a month later, giving him time to prepare for a visit and to meet up properly with his new student and parent. Y/n was given an address of where his new client lived, imagine his surprise when he arrives to a large house, big enough for a large family.
He was confused, checking the address twice to make sure that he was at the right place. Did a single parent really live here? Perhaps the job they worked provided them enough money to afford such a big house. He gives himself some time to allow his anxiety to subside before stepping up to finally knock on the door.
It only took a few minutes for someone to come to the front door, pulling it open to come face to face with the most attractive man heâs ever seen. Y/n canât help but swallow nervously as he asks in a soft voice. âMr. Kennedy?â He questions, hoping that this man standing in front of him wasnât his students father.
âYes, thatâs me.â
Fuck.
âIâm Y/n.â He sticks his hand out for a friendly handshake. âYou called about homeschooling your daughter, I believe?â He asks, shaking Kennedyâs hand before he was let inside.
âYou were recommended to me by a co worker, she told me that you are good at teaching along with Interacting with kids.â His students father raises a brow, guiding him inside the house, giving Y/n the chance to look around the place.
âYes! Martha was her nameââ he referred to the mother of his old students. âShe told me very little about you, telling me that you are a single parent raising a daughter on your own and looking for a teacher.â The two end up in the living room with Y/n sitting down a little further away from Kennedy. âMr. Kennedyââ
âPlease, call me Leon. Mr. Kennedy sounds a bit weird to me.â He chuckled out.
âRight, MrâLeon. Can I ask, why not send your daughter to a public school? Iâm not saying that Iâm a bad teacher Iâm simply curious to know.â He didnât want him to think that he was judging Leons decision of homeschooling his daughter, he was curious to know. Most families had attachments to their kids and werenât ready to send them to a public school, others were concerned about there safety.
He watched as Leon sighed to himself, siting back in his own seat. âI took sherry out of a bad situation, took her under my wing and signed the adoption papers after everything. Her situation caused her to close up.â Leon began to explain, getting Y/nâs attention. âSheâs open around me and a few friends of mine but sheâs not great with strangers or kids her own age. I believe that itâs a smart decision to have her homeschooled until she is ready.â
Y/n nods along at his words, taking everything in. Heâs never dealt with a child who has been through trauma, but heâs willing to accept a challenge and provide the proper tools to help. âIs there anything I should know about Sherry? Perhaps curtain things she doesnât feel comfortable with?â His question catches Leon by surprise. He guesses that not people ask about his childâs worries.
âShe doesnât like needles or tight spaces nor the dark.â Leon starts to name off a couple of things. âShe doesnât like shouting, it scares her and sometimes she can freeze up.â
Y/n takes mental note of all of this, making sure that he doesnât do or say anything that will cause the poor kid to panic. âI will make sure that I donât put her in a tough position, I always want to make sure that my students are comfortable. I would like to meet with Sherry first, if thatâs alright? I usually spend my first day getting to know my students before I officially start their studies.â
Leon was hesitant, eyeing him up and down before coming to a stand, nodding his head. âYeah, follow me.â With that, Y/n comes to a stand and follows Leon deeper into the house. Guiding him down a hall towards an open door, Y/n makes sure to stay back as Leon steps inside, giving the door a soft knock to get his kids attention.
âSherry, your new teacher is here to meet with you. Think youâre up to it?â Leon asks as the young girl gives him a nod as she stands from her desk chair, coming to stand by Leonâs side as Y/n enters the room with a soft smile. He makes sure to provide her enough space to feel comfortable with as he stands from afar.
He gives a small wave. âHello Sherry, Iâm Y/n.â He intrudes himself, holding onto the strap of his book bag as he swallows. Leon is watching him closely as he approached her. âHonestly I havenât heard much about you, all I know is that your dad here wants me to be your teacherââ his eyes avert towards her desk where he takes notice of a Microscope.
âDo you like science?â
That gets the kids attention.
âI know a thing or two about science, I see that you like doing on hands projects.â He continued. âPerhaps I can teach you a few things, what do you think?â
âWill I see real micro organisms?â Sherry speaks up, her voice high pitched but soft. Y/n smiles with a small chuckle. âOf course, youâll be able to work on the real stuff. Perhaps we can see how many germs things have?â He suggests.
Sherry is quick to nod, finally opening up to him and claiming that as a victory.
âDo you want to see what Iâm working on?â Sherry asks, walking back to her desk to show him her own work that sheâs been doing. Leon gives him a reassured nod when he glanced over to him, being granted permission to get closer to her as he stands next to her desk, looking down at the different tools that she had. The material before him is worth hundreds, if Leon was able to afford all of this it made him question what he did for work.
Sherry went on a ramble about her discoveries, showing him everything and pointing out random things that she found. Y/n listens to her and asks a few questions here and there, the child showed high interests in science and it made him question how far up her educational level could be.
After spending a few minutes with Sherry under Leonâs supervision, he is pulled aside by Leon while Sherry is distracted by her own hobbies.
âSheâs a good kid, fast learner too.â Y/n says with a smile as he follows Leon out of the room and into the hallway. âI want you to be her permanent teacher.â Leon blurts out getting Y/nâs eyes to widen. âPerâBut I usually only teach for a year.â
âAnd I want you to be Sherryâs teacher. Look, I have met with many teachers and none have made her to open up like you did. Sheâs usually quiet and doesnât speak, most of the ones Iâve met so far have given up on her but you havenât. I saw the way she reacted, sheâs comfortable with you and Iâd like you to be her teacher. Iâll pay you double and would like it if you moved into our guest bedroom, I spoke to to the agency about your living situation and know that you still live with your family.â Said Leon, catching Y/n by surprise, opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to say.
âMr KennedyâLeon, you donât have to do thatââ
âI insist.â Leon cuts in. âSherry needs a teacher.â Heâs pleading at this point that Y/n canât resist the offer, sighing to himself he nods in response. âOkay, IâI want to teach Sherry. I just have to get some things packed up before anything else.â He says softly.
âThank you.â Leon tone is laced with relief once his offer is accepted and is quick to show Y/n the guest bedroom and where he will be staying, letting him know that heâs welcome to come and go as he pleases that he was still free to do so since he was here to teach Sherry.
It felt weird for Y/n.
He was going to be Sherrys teacher that was also going to be living with her and her father, under the same roof. This was new to him and knows that he would have to get adjusted if he is to teach Sherry.
After Leon provides him a key to the place he lets him know that he can move his stuff in whenever he can, giving him the time that he needs with his packing. When Y/n arrives back home to his family he is bombarded with questions from his younger sisters, always wanting to know what kind of kids he will be teaching. Y/n answers his sisters questions with a smile on his face before they leave his side after he was done answering their questions.
His sudden smile faltering and going noticed by his mother who knew that something was wrong the minute he walked through the door.
âSomething happen?â
His mother is quick to assume as his father rolls his eyes at her, but Y/n gives off a small shrug. âWell, I got the job but this parent seems persistent to have his daughter learn, heâs had many other teachers see her, but none were to her liking nor was she comfortable with them. She liked me a lot and her father wants me to move into their house until she is ready to go to a public school.â
He can see his mothers face shift into a sad one. âSo, you will be leaving?â
Y/n nodded. He couldnât always going to live with his family he was going to be twenty six soon and affording a place on his own was rough without having a roommate and with Leonâs offer he knew it would be best for him. He was getting paid to live and teach his daughter. This would be the first time he leaves the nest, finally being able to go somewhere that he can provide him the support, not only that but he was being paid double. âIâll be fine, I can still visit.â He reassured her knowing how worried his mother will be when he leaves the house.
After his discussion with his parents, he gets their help on packing up a few boxes. Thereâs a lot that he leaves behind for them, letting them know that he already had the necessary stuff back at Leonâs house, not too worried about leaving stuff behind for his sisters to keep. He didnât have much to pack and is quick to move into the Kennedy household in less than a day.
It felt odd using a key to a strangers house, his stomach filled with knots at the idea of coming home to someone else. His years being sheltered by his parents created anxiety along with fear of change, they were always together and it was finally his time to follow his own path.
His first night there was uncomfortable for him. The silence was new to him for many nights he would hear his sisters gossiping non stop until midnight, falling asleep to their voices and waking up to them arguing about who was going to use the bathroom before school started in order to get ready for the day.
He didnât hear the sound of his sisters voices in the morning instead he woke up to the sound of silence. Leaving his room and heading to the kitchen where he finds Leon cooking his daughter, Sherry a decent breakfast. Y/n stood frozen, unsure of what to say or do only for Sherry to take notice of his presence and smile at him.
âMorning!â She calls out loudly, getting both Y/n and Leons attention.
Leon looks up from his cooking and gives him a small greeting. âSleep well?â He asks while Y/n rounds the table, sitting down next to Sherry who bounced in her seat, excited to have him here. âA bit, Iâm used to waking up early with the sound of my sisters arguing.â He chuckled out.
âYou have sisters?â Sherryâs voice is laced with curiosity as she stares up at him with wide eyes. âYep!â Y/n smiles at her. âSix to be exact.â
âSix?!â
Y/n laughs at her small outburst. âThatâs a big family.â He hears Leon say, finishing up on the cooking and serving them all their own plate. âIâm the only boy in the family.â He blurts out, taking his own plate of food and thanking Leon, staring down at the nicely well cooked breakfast.
âAnd you? Any siblings?â He suddenly asks Leon.
âOnly child.â Leon answers, sitting across from the two as he focused on eating his food.
âIâm guessing its just you and Sherry right?â
Sherry speaks up before Leon could. âAnd Aunt Claire and Uncle Chris.â
Y/n knew that Leon didnât have any siblings, itâs possible that these aunts and uncles of Sherryâs are close friends of Leonâs who heâs claimed as family. âYou must love your family, a lot, huh?â He chuckled at Sherryâs bashful smile as she goes back to eating her breakfast, finally giving Y/n and Leon the time to talk.
âCan I ask, if its not a problem, but what do you do for work?â Y/n is quick to shove food in his mouth, keeping himself distracted with something.
âOffice work.â He answers with no hesitation, feeling Sherryâs eyes on him, knowing damn well that what the man did was not just any âoffice workâ she knew that his job was dangerous and was lying to keep them safe.
Y/nâs eyebrows raised in surprise, another question coming to mind but keeps his mouth shut, not wanting to bother the man any longer. âOh? I expected something totally different.â He chucked out nervously, clearing his throat and finishing up his food before rushing to the sink to keep himself distracted with the dishes he is currently washing.
âYou donât have to wash those.â
Leon speaks up from his spot on the dining table but Y/n is quick to cut in. âI want too, besides if I am to be living here to help teach Sherry, I might as well and be decent and do my own dishes. Let alone any chores I have of my ownâŠâ He mumbled softly before focusing back on his task in hand and setting the wet dishes aside to dry.
Leon chuckled to himself, knowing that he shouldnât argue back with his daughters teacher. âVery well,â he states, turning to Sherry and giving her a soft kiss on the head after he finished his own breakfast. âI have to head out.â He announced, getting the young girls attention. âHow long will you be gone this time?â She pouts out.
âItâs only for a day, Claire will come by to stay the night.â
âWill uncle Chris be with you too?â She questions.
âYes, both Chris and I will be out for the day. So, again, Claire will come by tonight after your schooling is done.â Leon promises, watching his daughter frown at his words. He knows that his job is dangerous and is sent on long missions, heâs spoken to Hunnigan about wanting to spend more time at home, which is why she tasked him with the shorter missions. But, even those felt too long for Sherry.
âItâs only for tonight.â Leon reassured Sherry who gave a curt nod, pushing her unfinished plate aside before leaving the dining room. Leon knows how stubborn she becomes when he is needing to leave for a mission, Y/n on the other hand didnât know how to deal with the situation, the tension building up in the room as he quietly moves around the kitchen, distracting himself from what he witnessed.
Y/n looked around frantically, looking for something to do, something to clean but Leons kitchen was already clean. The man kept it clean for him and his daughter, after cooking breakfast he had cleaned up his own spills and washed the dishes that heâs used all expect the pan that he was rushing to clean in order to run away from the awkwardness that filled the room around them.
Leon had been staring towards the direction that Sherry disappeared too, sighing deeply and standing up straight. âLet me know if she causes any trouble.â He speaks up, getting Y/nâs attention and the teacher nods. âOf courseâŠâ He whispers softly and watches Leon leave his own house, giving Y/n the chance to sigh in relief once the tension disappears.
It was only his first day and had no idea how react to this change and instead focused on finishing up his cleaning and get started on Sherryâs schooling.
#Leon Kennedy x male reader#male reader#resident evil#resident evil x male reader#Leon Kennedy#ID Leon Kennedy#teacher AU#male teacher reader#one shot#drafts#Resident evil x reader#Leon Kennedy x reader
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i have a very good idea for a request hear me out đ€ how about a reader who is used to a very dominant bi-han catching him masturbating while fingering himself and crying their name~ they see him grope at his own chest and play with his nipples and all that stuff. him acting all subby in private, his little secret! poor thing has been caught red handed having some fantasies he hasn't told his s/o abouuuut i enjoy bullying him
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cw: afab reader, established relationship/married couple(?), masturbation, getting caught, anal fingering, nipple play because bi han is a sensitive little puppy imo, handjob, mentions of pegging, i think that's all! mdni please!
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a/n: omg im sorry this took so long nonnieee :( ! for some reason my google doc got completely fucked and deleted all my progressđ luckily this yummy idea for a submissive bi-han scenario gave me the motivation and patience to re-write it a second time! youâre a genius, so please enjoy!! đ«¶đŸđđđ
you were snuggled in bed with bi-han and ran your fingers through his loose hair, âcare to tell me what sort of fantasies you've been keeping to yourself all this time?â
the cryomancer only groaned into your chest as a response. he was still being stubborn⊠it was only moments ago when you caught bi-han alone in his study and a complete mess behind his desk. through the cracked door you saw that his face was flushed pink and his eyes were screwed shut while he cried out your name with short breaths. his clothes were messily undone, exposing his pec that was currently being groped at by his own hand as he continuously thrusted two fingers inside of his hole with the other. what on earthrealm was going on here�
never in your life had you seen or ever expected bi-han to appear so vulnerable. he was always so dominant in his daily life and in bed with you, so to see his cock rock hard and dripping pre-cum against his lower abs like this was absolutely mind-boggling. the cryomancer looked like a mess, but for some odd reason you liked it⊠and the way he couldn't stop whimpering your nameâ you mindlessly turned the knob and entered his study, calling out his name quietly from the door.
âbi-han?...â
despite the embarrassment and shame he felt during that moment, the two of you agreed to have a discussion about it once he settled into bed. âiâd much rather be sleeping right now.â as usual, the grandmaster was grumpy as he rested his face into the warmth of your chest, âbut we made an agreement to talk about this, bi-han.â patting his shoulder, you get him to ease off of you and lay down on his back. leaning on your side, you rest your weight on your elbow and look at bi-han, who is only looking up at the ceiling. was he annoyed? angry? embarrassed? you just couldnât tell as of now.
âthe sight of you like that wasn't all that bad, yâknow,â you guide your hand to the cryomancerâs rough cheek and gently stroke it, âplus, i need to know what i can do to hear you call out my name that way again.â the tone of your voice lowered and you grinned. however, bi-han was still silentâŠÂ
as if a cartoon light bulb was flashing above your head, and an idea sparks in your mind. you propose the idea of helping bi-han finish what he couldnât before you interrupted him earlier. after a few moments of silence, he made up his mind and agreed with a quiet mumble, âfine.â you canât help the mischievous grin that appears on your face. letting out an excited chuckle, you adjusted yourself and bi-han so that he was rested between your legs as you sat up against the headboard, having full access to touch him wherever you pleased.
he was slightly slouched and allowed you to be the big spoon as he rested his head back against the crook of your neck. âso, tell meâŠâ one of your hands pushes bi-hanâs pajama robe to the side and grants you easy access to his exposed chest. you recalled how much attention he gave this area earlier and decided to test the waters and start there. you softly kneaded his pec and you already felt the way he tensed up against you, âjust how many fantasies do you have that involve me, grandmaster?â bi-han couldn't provide a proper response due to his small groans that he tried to stifle from the feeling of his chest being tended to. âi have endless, ah.. amounts of fantasies that involve you, love.â there was already a noticeable change in his voice and you were able to hear the way he trembled over his words from your touch.
you giggle and place a kiss on the shell of his ear, making him shudder, âis that so?â bi-han nods his head in response but doesn't say a word. gently smiling, you slowly let your eyes skim across bi-hanâs body, where you could see a familiar tent forming underneath his robes. deciding to test the waters, you take both your hands and roll both of his nipples between your fingers. the action caused the cryomaner to jerk upwards and gasp, which only led you to assume that he was dangerously sensitive around there. âhow about you tell me all of those fantasies, hm? i want every little detail.â you made sure to keep a gentle tone, despite the torture you were giving his nipples with every pull and tug.
âthereâs so much i think aboutâŠâ his voice was just above a whisper and even though heâs not looking at your face, you teasingly pouted at him. âaw, tell me what goes through that head of yours, come on.â he could hear the teasing tone you used to talk to him, as if he was a child, but he couldn't deny that he loved itâ being coddled by you like this. âi think about you taking care of meâ ngh- ⊠and having your way with me..â it was obvious to know where he was going with this, but you were desperate to hear him go into detail with each little word.
a hum of approval is heard from you, âoh? and how exactly do i have my way with you?â much to your disapproval, bi-han never responded and kept quiet. dramatically sighing, your fingers come to a halt on bi-hanâs hardened buds and he lets out something akin to a whimper due to the loss of contact. whatever pleas he had coming out of his mouth were ignored by you as you authoritatively talked over him, âif youâre not going to talk, i might as well just stop, bi-han.â if you were being honest, you were lying, but he didnât need to know that. no way in hell would you leave bi-han here while he was in this newly submissive state.
he shakes his head and chants small noâs. a breathy laugh escapes your lips and you refuse to touch him until he speaks up. with what you could only assume was bi-han setting aside his pride, he finally opens his mouth. âiâve envisioned you on top of me, controlling my every move,â you nod your head in approval and glide your hands ever so slowly down his body under his robe, hoping that it would encourage him to keep talking.Â
bi-han felt the way your hands were treading down his abs and onto something more needful. âyou would sometimes take care of me⊠or punish me if iâve acted out of place.â the sound of his own heart pumping filled his ears once he looked down to see your hand pulling down his undergarments at an unbearably slow pace. âdepending on the mood, i would either be your good boy, or your bad boyâŠâ hearing that made you smile and finally let the cryomancer free of his undergarments, along with letting his robe stay freely open to expose his chiseled body that was all for you to enjoy and control.
one of your hands was wrapped around his cock while the other led bi-han to shift his position to make sure he was still beneath you, but your lips were right next to his ear. he was still sitting between you as both of your legs were intertwined with each other on the mattress. ânow,â you were so close to him, he loved the feeling of being against you and taking in your natural scent⊠âi promised to help finish what you couldnât earlier, but i won't let you cum if you stop talking to me. is that clear?â like the well disciplined warrior he was, he caught on quickly and didnât stay silent like he did earlier. âi understand,â he whimpers out your name and you lick the shell of his ear, making him shudder and shakily sigh. âmhm, good boy.âÂ
you could've sworn that bi-hanâs breath hitched from your simple words. the way you felt his cock twitch against your palm somewhat surprised you. if only he told you about this secret earlier⊠but all you can do is push your thoughts to the side and focus on the present. you stroke your thumb over bi-hanâs tip that was leaking all over with pre-cum and encourage him to resume talking once again.Â
the cryomancer groans, âthere have been times when iâve imagined you⊠pushing my legs back, and making me take your fingers..â you saw how his face reddened from his own words, but you were so pleased to hear everything he had to say. in return for his obedience you smear his pre-cum around his head and start to stroke his cock, up and down. bi-han leaned further back into the comfort of your body and you noticed how much more vocal he was with his sounds compared to the times he was in control of youâŠ
while your actions never stopped, he took a moment to collect himself before finding more words to spit out. âon some occasions i wouldâ agh, think of you doing even more to my body, like using y-your tongueâŠâ bi-hanâs words were starting to become slurred and broken from the pleasure his desperate cock was receiving. and while he was in this state, it felt like his usual cold body had a rise in temperature. he felt oddly warm against you. all of this was so much unfamiliar territory.Â
once again, you reward bi-han for following your instructions, âwho wouldâve guessed that the grandmaster was such a naughty man, hm?â quickly placing a kiss on his ear, you lean forward and stick your tongue out, watching your saliva slowly dribble down until it coated his nipple. bi-hanâs cock jumped from the combination of your fingers rolling around his bud with your spit. he could sense himself finally feeling that orgasm he couldn't get to achieve earlier, and he made sure to make you proud.Â
âs-shit! every time i use my fingers, i only imagine you fucking into me, nghâ!â although you were in control, bi-hanâs words made your face heat up. the same man who would be in controlâ choking you, pinning you down,teasing you, even humiliating youâ had fantasies of you dominating and claiming him. unsure of how to properly react, you grab bi-hanâs chin and force him into a kiss. it was desperate and messy, and for the first time, it was your tongue taking control and exploring his mouth while he whimpered into the kiss.
the motions of your hands stimulating his cock and nipple increased in speed and bi-han hissed, âcan i, f-fuck.. can i cum, please?â his eyes were so expressive and you stared into his lust filled expression. you could tell that this state of bi-han was no longer the hard and stern grandmaster of the lin kuei⊠he was just yours. yours to own, yours to play with and yours to take control of.
figuring heâs done an acceptable job, you nod your head and place a peck on his cheek, âof course, my love, you can let go for me.â your voice was soft and bi-han was in complete awe as strings of âthank youâ rolled off his tongue. unable to resist him once again, you lean in to capture his lips. from the way his hips started thrusting into your hand, you knew he was dangerously close. pulling away for only a slight second, you mutter out to him,
âcum for me, bi-han.â
the moment you press your lips back on his, he moans in a way youâve never heard before. all of his sounds were captured by your lips and you smiled before breaking the kiss for good. looking at him, you see his cock start to soften in your grip, followed by his seed that was spilled all over your hands and his stomach (and some even on the sheets). his face was absolutely flushed and his eyes were half liddedâ completely clouded from lust as he came down from his high.Â
you playfully sigh and fix some of the loose strands of his hair that got stuck to his sweaty forehead. you were definitely going to have the responsibility of cleaning him up. âmaybe finding you like that earlier was for the best, huh?â the cryomancer didnât have the energy to be overly annoyed by your words, and only awkwardly avoids eye contact with you.
âhm... i suppose so.â
#bi han#bi han x reader#bi han smut#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat smut#mortal kombat#sub zero#sub zero x reader#sub zero smut
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Honestly honestly the most romantic moment of the entire series is when Neil talks about how he'd never gotten to travel for fun before and the Foxes are planning to take him to the mountains, and Kevin starts to protest that they can't go on vacation but stops because Andrew is holding a knife on him đđ„șđ© like I don't know that's just just a sweet little moment to me, Andrew threatening Kevin if he takes this little chance for happiness from Neil
Uhhhh literally Andrew âI-donât-careâ Minyard is the most romantic of ALL the foxes. My line of work revolves around intimacy and from all my training and studying let me tell you that man is a master at his craft.
Andrewâs touch is beautiful and sacred; this thing he does not take easily, or give out kindly whatsoever. Yet with Neil itâs as if he canât stop himself. We see it in how gently he tapes the garbage bags around Neilâs injuries, wordlessly, without being asked. THATâS intimacy. How he holds his neck to inspect his eyes when he removes his contacts, how he hands Neil cigarettes without a request, how he doesnât say a word while touching Kevin with the point of a blade because Neil deserves a fucking break. Sure, by technicalities, the shower scene from TKM is intimate by definition, but really itâs in the kiss he ghosts across Neilâs hip, in how he pats dry his broken skin afterwards. How can you look at him wordlessly dropping keys into Neilâs palms, and think, yeah thereâs no way Andrew could be romantic. Is he soft, is he gentle, as a person? No. But his minuscule actions are, his unmentioned gestures are. You just have to look and find them.
TKM just has some of the most subtly beautiful examples of a different flavour of love and intimacy that is so unusual and heartwarming itâs insane. That shower scene drives me crazy when I think about how caring Andrew is in it. He came in with the tape and bags on his own volition, knowing Neil needed a shower and couldnât do it unattended. How he didnât take away Neilâs autonomy by assuming he couldnât undress himself, instead waiting until he paused and couldnât go any further before he started to help. How he drapes the blanket over Neilâs shoulders, again giving Neil a chance to struggle before wrapping it around him. They practically donât speak to each other really in that chapter at all apart from a bit of flirting in the shower. Because they donât need to, because Andrew knows how to love, how to be caring, how to wrap up the boy he almost lost in bubble wrap because if he loses him again, it wonât be pretty. He washes Neilâs hair! He covers his wounds! He treats him gently when that is possibly the last word that could ever be used to describe Andrew. I feel like that scene was in part of course him just looking after Neil who can use approximately two square inches of his entire body, but in another part proving how serious he is about Neil. Everything changes between the two of them then, suddenly their actions more relaxed than hungry, not yet a given but instead now just a want.
I donât know. I canât help but see so much intimacy and romance in subtleties and things youâd barely even notice, regardless of the people/the characters and their circumstances. I wouldnât use the word sweet to describe Andrew at all, but the things he does for Neil? The way that he loves Neil? The absolutely fucking sweetest.
#I could go on for hours#Andrew is so soft while being the further thing possible from soft#sleepy ramble but I love them so much#aftg#Andrew minyard#Neil josten#andreil#ask#tfc
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Turtletaub Fic Recs ~ Part 2
I continue to get floored by the amazing and delectable One Piece fics I encounter here, so here's another batch! I hope you enjoy this list as much as I have, and that you go show these incredible writers some love!
~ NSFW Fics will be marked with a đ„
| Other Fic Rec Lists ~ | Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 |
Ace
Ready? đ„ ~ by @maddddstuff ~ Here's some oh so fucking good smutty smut. Ace easing you through it đ because he's the perfect, scrumptious guy. I should have waited for a better time to read it, but I couldn't help myself đ
Barto
Dance Inside đ„ ~ by @bartosbabymama ~ I love when you have a crush, and now you're sitting in their lap đ„° He is way too fine, and this is smutty and cute. Barto and his fangs need more love! đ
Buggy
Please don't say you're gone forever, 'cause I can't hurt no more ~ by @lostfirefly ~ Chapter 1 hit me right in the feels! Such a well written couple's argument that made me want to shake them both, and teach Buggy some communication skills đ Chapter 2 was the perfect, sweet conclusion đ„°đ€Ą
Iâm full of surprises ~ by @hey-august ~ This is so lovely, and cute, and magical đ„°âš Feels like letting yourself be free, letting the adventure start. Buggy is so sweet, and I wish his ship had shown up when I needed it.
Crocodile
The Sand Dragon and I đ„ ~ by @discordantwritings ~ I'm OBSESSED. If you ever read Dealing with Dragons as a kid, get ready for the tastiest adult version of that. đČđ„” I would gladly serve Sir Crocodile, I don't even care.
Kid
Calm Down ~ by @sheerxfiction ~ This is fucking adorable, and brought me back to growing up in a hippie stoner town. He's a grump, but all he needed was weed and smooches đđ„° So stinkin' cute, go check it out!
Law
Law Helping You Study đ„ ~ by @nina-ya ~ Just the sexiest lil study session ever. Law is such a nerd, and has no right being this hot đ„” Well written smut that I'll definitely read again!
Down the Alley đ„ ~ by @quinloki ~ VERY inappropriate use of devil fruit powers đ€ This is so hot! Where is Law when I need him? I need to try this out asap đđ„”
Mihawk
The Hat Stays ON đ„ ~ by @sordidmusings ~ Desperate Mihawk desperate Mihawk DESPERATE MIHAWK! This is so flipping hot, go have a read. It is TOO GOOD! đ„”
Multi and/or Character x Character
The Crow's Nest | Zoro x Sanji | ~ by @shewrites02 ~ Such a beautiful, sweet, angsty Zosan fic that made my heart melt! đ Itâs got Whole Cake Island spoilers, but if youâre caught up, then do yourself a favor and read this! I love them so much, and this wonderfully written fic gave me all the feels đđ
Nami
One For Me ~ by @maplekzh ~ This is lovely, and fluffy, and hot! Just the sweetest little moment with Nami x GN!Reader in an established relationship, and I adore how Nami is written here đ
Robin
drowning ~ by @oxittocin ~ I love Robin so much, and this is so goood đđ Angsty and sweet, from Robin's POV. It makes me want to wrap her up in a blanket, and make sure she never has another bad day for the rest of her life!
Sanji
Just For One Dance ~ by @gingernut1314 ~ I adored this sweet yearning goodness! It captures one of those rare, magical moments between two people that might not have long together, but will never forget each other. I loved it đ„°
Shanks
Two More Times đ„ ~ by @fanaticsnail ~ This is insanely good brat taming smut with Daddy Shanks. (Also sweet and lovely because that's our Shanks đ„°) Seriously đ„”đ„”đ„” HIGHLY recommend!!!
Zoro
Mean-Mugging ~ by @indydonuts ~ I can't describe how fucking cute this fluffy fic is. I snorted at the Straw Hats antics, then had to immediately go tell my partner about it because it's just so CUTE!! đđ Zoro is so sweet, even if he's scary looking đ
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#fic rec list#turtletaub fic recs#one piece x reader#one piece fic recs#x reader#one piece smut#smut#fic masterlist#fem!reader#reader insert#one piece fics#buggy x reader#mihawk x reader#eustass x reader#shanks x reader#sir crocodile x reader#trafalgar d law x reader#sanji x reader#nico robin x reader#nami x reader#portgas d ace x reader#zoro x reader
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â âcanât help but love you.â || ahn yujin x reader fic.
â you planned a study date with your favourite girl after a long time of being separated due to your busy lives, and you noticed a tiny change on her that made you itch to do something new for the nightâŠ
word count: 1.7k.
tags: tooth-rotting fluff. that's it. tee hee.
requested? : nope.
a/n: hiya đ€ welcome to enaâs fluff era đđ iâm still gonna be very active on pupyuj and ofc iâll still do tons of work there but this account is where all of my works that arenât smut will go!! i hope you guys enjoy the work i will do here as much as you enjoyed the ones on pupyuj đ„ș p.s. ik the title is a bit far-off from the synopsis but letâs ignore itâ
2:07 a.m., it said on the digital clock sitting on your desk.
surprisingly enough, you were not tired. maybe it was the caffeine coursing through your veins, or the fact that you were actually enjoying studying for once. you werenât a masochist; you could only be enjoying studying for one reason and it was because of one ahn yujinâyour girlfriend who you were fortunate enough to accompany you this night.
âwhere are you going, (y/n)?â you heard yujin whine as soon as you started shuffling away from her side. she looked cute! with her oversized sweater that had her volleyball teamâs mascot (in chibi form!) stitched on it (yujin was a middle blocker), her big glasses, and the scrunchie on her wrist that was so obviously yours.
between the hours and hours of staring at a screen, scribbling down notes, and reading material, yujin was fucking exhausted and it showed on her (very handsomeâ) face. she had a pout on her pretty lipsâneither of you have spoken to each other too much in the name of trying to focus on your studies but yujin loved just having you there with her.
âiâm just going to get another cup of coffee. iâll be back,â you said, squeezing her hand. but as soon as you tried to pull away, yujin yanks you back to her side, wrapping an arm around your waist tightly and pressing up against you. âbaby! it takes like three minutes.â you giggle.
âno, youâve already had too much⊠weâll go to sleep soon,â her words were a bit muffled since she had her face buried on the crook of your neck. she raises her head slightly, looking up at you with her big puppy eyes that never ever failed to soften you up. âand i donât like it when youâre away.â she mumbles.
oh, how she melts your heart.
âalright, cutie. iâll stay.â you said, bumping your nose gently against hers.
if the way she almost immediately agreed to having a joint study session when you texted her about it days ago wasnât enough to tell you how much she missed you, perhaps how she kissed you right now would. so soft you could barely feel it, and so sweet that warmth bloomed in your chest. you broke the kiss slightly just to take yujinâs glasses off her face, making her giggle softly before kissing you again.
a bit stronger this timeâher hand rested on your waist, gently squeezing every now and then as she whimpered while you put your hand on the back of her neck, playing with her hair. her lips tasted like chocolates, most likely from the little treats she consumed every now and then because it helped her âfocusâ. you knew yujin just had a sweet tooth.
you could taste the chocolate on her lips, and after a single swipe of your tongue on her lips, you could taste it in her mouth. this was a much needed break, so you didnât complain when yujin pulled you to her lap. both of you laughed at the way you nearly knocked yujinâs laptop off the bed, willing you to put your hands on her cheeks and control the kiss as you pleased.
âfinally,â you thought. you felt your girlfriend tug at your shirt, making you laugh once again. she can be so needy. âweâve both been waiting for too long.â
just as the kiss started to lead the two of you in that direction, something tickled the tip of your nose. you leaned back slightly, wondering just what gave you that weird sensation. yujinâs eyes slowly fluttered open, her lips forming another pout since she was so desperate (and determined!) to kiss you all night. then, you notice itâher cute bangs that have grown way too long.
they were nearly poking at her eyes! at first glance, yujin looked so cute but then you remembered the way she would shake her head softly every now and then to get her bangs away from her eyes, or how she would brush them away every second⊠and just then, you had a brilliant idea.
âbaby, no⊠come back.â yujin whined when you slid off her lap. you grabbed a spare folding chair from the depths of your closet (you donât remember why you have that, actuallyâŠ) and disappeared into your bathroom. you were thankful to conveniently have a roommate who took cosmetology classes because any extra equipment she had, she stuffed it under your bathroom sink.
and so, you pulled out a cape and a pouch that contained various combs and scissors before swinging the bathroom door back open. yujin was standing right there, all cute and sleepy and very much confused.
âi need you to change into one of my shitty shirts.â you said, earning a head tilt from the taller girl.
âi love all your shirts, though.â
âcome onâŠâ you sighed deeply and went through your drawer on your own. inside you found a grey t-shirt with its design all faded out and chipped. yujin puts the shirt on as you so kindly requested and immediately, you dragged her inside the bathroom and sat her down in front of the mirror on the chair.
âlook,â you gave her a kiss on her crown and softly patted her bangs. âiâm going to give them a little trim!â you exclaimed with a big smile.
yujin should be scared. not once has she ever seen you cut hair nor has she seen you hold a pair of scissors so clumsily like you did with the one you had on your hand now but instead, she grinned as widely as you did. âreally?! i didnât know you knew how to cut hair, baby!â she says excitedly. she turns her head to youâwith her âbrightness of a thousand sunsâ grin and eye-smile, you couldnât help but melt.
âj-just a little⊠but you donât mind?â you asked.
âof course not! i believe in you,â yujin assures you. âplus, this is way cheaper than going to the salon and paying hundreds just for a little cut.â
you chuckled, âyouâre lucky youâre my girlfriend then. otherwise i wouldâve charged you like fifty dollars.â
yujin laughs along, âyeah. iâm really lucky.â she replied with warmth and sincerity in her voice. you couldnât hold yourself back; you leaned down and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. chocolates, still.
not long after you decided to get to workâyujin sat there quietly, trying her very hardest not to bop her head to the music youâve put on (it was one of your shared playlists, particularly yujinâs favourite of the bunch) to fill the silence. yujin stared at your face through the mirror, her heart increasing its size every time she catches you do your little habits: biting the corners of your lips, blowing your own hair away when it gets in the way of your eyes, and the way your eyebrows furrowed so deeply from how focused you were.
âdoes that look okay?â you asked after a few minutes, stepping aside. her bangs were still a bit long, but you didnât want to overdo it just in case yujin actually liked having them long.
âhm⊠theyâre still a bitâŠâ yujin replied, moving her head softly. obviously she wanted it shorter, so once again you gave her a kiss on the cheek before continuing your work.
it was obvious that yujin was struggling to sit still. she was a very active person! heck, while you were studying for hours, yujin would take small paces around your room and poke around every forty minutes just to keep herself entertained. of course, yujin wouldnât dare ruin her hair so instead, she decided to keep her hands busy by playing with the hem of your shirt. sheâd poke on your stomach, making you laugh and jokingly kick her shin but sheâd do it again and you wouldnât say anything. her cold hands felt right against your warm skin.
a few more laughs, short kisses, and âsnipsâ later, you once again stepped aside to let yujin have a look of herself.
âwhoa!â your girlfriend exclaimed. she touches her bangs, moves her head around, and beams up at you. âyouâre amazing, baby!â she was saying as you cleaned up the scissors and the cape. as soon as you took it off of her, yujin leaps up from her chair and hugs you tightly.
she peppers your face with kisses amidst your giggles and half-hearted attempts of kissing her back. âyouâre the best, (y/n). thanks a lot.â yujin whispers in your ear as she embraced you a bit more gently. your caressed her hair, giving her a chaste kiss on her shoulder, before melting into her.
the two of you stayed that way for a while, until you leaned back to take a look at your girlfriendâs face. she was beautiful, except that her bangs were a bit shorter and, in yujinâs most honest opinion, a lot cuter. you pulled her down to give her a kiss in the forehead, her favourite, before she captures your lips in a kiss. having been this amazing girlâs lover for years now, youâve come to know where these unexpected make-out sessions lead up to⊠and you definitely did not want the two of you to go there when the bathroom floor was littered with tiny strands of yujinâs hair.
âclean up first, babe,â you whispered against yujinâs lips. that got you another whine. âplease?â
well, that quickly got yujin moving around. you laughed as she cleaned up the entire bathroom in record time and before you knew it, it looked as good as new. the least you could do was put the equipment away, so you folded up the cape and put the scissors in the pouch before tossing it all under the sink once again.
as soon as you stood back up, yujin hugs you from behind. you smile at her through the mirror, she smiles back. even brighter. you intertwined your hands and of course⊠yujinâs lips were on your skin again.
you giggled, feeling her soft kisses from your neck to your cheek, âdo you ever get tired, baby?â you asked, turning your head and catching one of her many, many kisses.
yujin shakes her head, smiling at you like she wants you to fall in love with her all over again, âcanât help it.â
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OK OK hear me out... But what about angel!Miguel x a demon or Succubus!reader (female)
LIKE Ok, I know Miguel is nothing like a angel but LIKE IMAGINE THE UNIFORM THIS GUY WOULD LOOK LIKE IN. ON ⌠(my guys would stretch it ALL OUT đ LIKE đ©â) and like reader is the cheeky Succubus who bother Miguel when he out on work
SO like let imagined reader/her is just going to see Miguel and tease him or just bother but Miguel seen different not action the usual same old grumpy Miguel no but a lot silence not even a grunt or sigh from him, he just there standing, panting hard look down at the broking bottle/serum (wing turn off đđđ IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN BUT you get the point)
NSFW
Miguel got hit by an unknown serum made from the angel lab (IDK KNOW! IM NOT CREATIVE ok đâ gurl I'm sorry but think this is a modern demon/angle au?) That he was doing an test on himself as a experiment to do what ?? IDK đ to Boost his speed to fly.but instead he got the wrong serum an highly effective aphrodisiac that angel use (let just say some other angel in the lab decided to 'up it up it notch'đ) and that the last thing you see is Miguel put in a chock hold position (of course because of his speed đ)
Any kink will be fine honestly especially breeding kinkđ Ik definitely this would fit Miguel in this situation. smut /fulff
Also I hope you have fun with this idea and have a great day đđ
devilâs advocate
pairing: angel miguel x demon fem reader
warnings: use of an aphrodisiac, choking, doggy, slapping, breeding kink, face fucking, overall smut đ”âđ«
authorâs note: oh, you definitely ate with this one đ€ i hope you donât mind i switched up the serum and i hope you enjoy :)
word count: 4k
Miguel had been assigned to protect planet earth along with a couple of other angels, maintaining it safe with minimal intervention. He didn't hate the job, completely, but he found it extremely annoying the way that humans interacted with one another, focused on themselves rather than the bigger picture. Miguel was itching to go home with the other angels, but he was restricted since he'd gotten his wings cut in a battle. Now, he'd been forced to live a life of simplicity, working as geneticist at Alchemax and passing by the days until he found an antidote. He actually found the job as a geneticist to be fulfilling, the regenerative features of some of the creatures that he studied completely amazing him. However, there was you constantly plaguing his mind.
Not only were you the species he had set out to destroy, you found a way to annoy him as much as possible at work. You found your way to bombard him with as many stupid questions as your pea sized brain could configure and tease him by messing up with his flasks, putting the wrong labels on them and that sort of thing. You even found a way to annoy him when he was outside of work, bothering him when he was out on patrol to prevent any wars from starting out. "Think about how fun it would be! They're practically begging to just explode each other!" Your voice rang through his ears every time he stepped in.
Despite all this, he knew that the only person that would be able to help him with his wing problem would be you. He hated himself for even considering the idea, taking a demon's help, but he was starting to grow more and more agitated away from home. He took about two weeks to push away his pride, reassuring himself that this would be fine, and he wouldn't be asking you to help him if it wasn't necessary. He arrived at your apartment, his eyes practically gauging out of his head when he saw you in your natural form. He'd seen a couple demons before, sure, but none of them were as attractive as you. The need to sin was overtaking his body the more he looked at you, and he eventually snapped out of it, reminding himself of why he was here.
"Sure, I'll help you. Under one condition," you replied, your voice sultry as you sat down on the couch. You crossed your long legs together, your natural form making you taller, as you looked over to see a storm brewing in Miguelâs eyes. You could almost hear his inner turmoil, the conflict he had, and the thought made you let out a small giggle. "What's the condition?" He asked, tentatively, like he didn't want to give you the impression of decisiveness. You knew he was desperate to go home, that he would be willing to do anything, so you decided to milk the opportunity for everything it was worth. "I want to see your true form. no disguises, no nothing."
In theory, the request sounded simple enough, but Miguel hadn't exposed his true form after the accident, the stubby wings on his back making him insecure. "Canât you ask for something else? Like immortality or something?" He tried to distract you by opening up the avenue to something else. "Immortality, I've got. I want to see you completely exposed in front of me," you remarked, suddenly becoming very interested in why he was so hesitant. You knew angels were proud creatures, always taking the chance to flaunt how perfect they were, so it was bit shocking to see Miguel wanting to do anything but that.
Once Miguel saw that you were unrelenting with your request after offering you everything he thought of, he agreed. He was desperate enough to get your help that he was willing to reopen some scars in the process. You blinked and Miguel was standing there in front of you, dressed in all white. You were expecting his wings to fan out at any minute, but he remained standing there, almost like he was ashamed. You stood up, examining Miguel when you came across the white stubs on his back. You gently ran your fingertips through them, seeing miguel wince slightly at the contact. He wasn't in pain, but having you touch them and analyze him just set it in his brain that he lost one of his best features, the reminder that he couldn't go home.
"You look very pretty like that. You should transform more often," you spoke up after a couple seconds of silence, watching Miguelâs eyes flicker to you. "Mhm, because everybody wants to see an angel with chopped up wings," he muttered, changing back to his disguised form. "Your wings don't define you as a person, well angel, but Iâll help you since you did your plan of the deal," you replied as you stood up from the couch, looking up at Miguel. "I'll see you tomorrow at Alchemax then. After hours."
Your work day started off pretty boring, overhearing some of your coworkers divulge in some drama you wouldn't remember by tomorrow and eating stale cafeteria chips. You went into your workspace, researching what chemicals you could use for an aphrodisiac you were working on. You didn't need any drugs to help you seduce your victims, but you liked to play with your prey every so often, testing their limits. The way that they whimpered and begged for some sort of release, overwhelmed by the amount of need that they had to the point it was painful, filled you up with an unimaginable pleasure.
After a while of boring research, you decided to go and see what Miguel was up to, maybe bother him for a bit. You walked into his lab space, seeing him hunched over a microscope as he examined a spider's DNA. "Hi, Miguelito!" You exclaimed, your face practically beaming as you walked over to him. He let out a small grunt of acknowledgment as he continued on with his work, not bothering to spare you a glance. You decided to linger around, watching as he worked and made slick commentary about the way he chose to deal with his experiments. Miguel let out a small groan, growing annoyed at the way you had something to say about almost everything he did.
You were in the middle of one of your comments when you felt Miguelâs hand on your throat, applying light pressure as he pinned you against the wall. "Look, I'm really trying not to let you get to me today because i really need your help for this but I won't tolerate this stupid bullshit in my lab. If you don't have something useful to contribute, get the fuck out," he spat out, the pressure on your neck increasing. You'd managed to make him snap and it felt fulfilling watching him tower over you as he pinned you against the wall, brown eyes boring into you as he spoke. You'd never seen Miguel this agitated, he usually only grunted in response to your teasing or told you to fuck off, but something in your brain was wondering just how agitated you could get him.
"No need to get your panties all in a twist," you replied, a small smirk playing at the corner of your lips as he let go of your throat. You saw Miguel pinch the bridge of his nose, the wrinkles in forehead becoming more prominent as he furrowed his brows in anger. "Jeez okay, I'll be here later then since you're no fun now," you spoke up, fixing up your creased lab coat and your appearance before walking out his lab. You decided to get back on working on the aphrodisiac from earlier, stopping by the storage supply closet to get some chemicals you needed. You weren't one to do a lot of genetic work here, it was mostly something you used as a front to distract others from what you truly were.
As you mixed up the ingredients for the aphrodisiac, you got the idea to mess with Miguelâs experiment. You knew that he was desperately hoping that it would work, that it would be his remedy to go back home, but a selfish part of you couldn't help but want to tease him a bit. You finished up with mixing it up, putting it a small tube and tossing it in your lab coat. You saw some of the interns that were assigned to be in your lab walk in, and you quickly put away the chemicals, getting the materials that they needed for their research projects. You were talented at your job despite what others may say, but a small part of you basked in seeing chaos and distraction, so you constantly misplaced items and mislabeled them just to see what's the worst that can happen.
You finished up with your shift at around five and you decided to stop by a taco truck before you went back to the lab. You ordered yourself two steak tacos and a large horchata, sitting at one the tables as you ate. You looked around, surprised to see Miguel had left his work attire and had a Chivas shirt with jeans on. You'd never seen him look so relaxed, and he was definitely a sight to behold. The soccer jersey fit around him perfectly as he pulled his wallet out his pocket, paying the man at the truck. You'd never seen Miguel put that much interest in any earthly activities or anything that didn't involve looking under a microscope, but seeing him yelling at the tv screen like an angry dad while he ate his tacos made you feel a strange urge to help him after your little stunt.
You walked into the lab late at night, since Alchemax wasn't exactly lenient on using lab supplies if it didn't hold any benefit to the company. You headed into Miguelâs office, seeing him hunched over the microscope once more. The man you saw at the taco truck was long gone and you were back to working with the grumpy man. "You're late," he grumbled, not bothering with any formalities as you closed the door behind you. "Or maybe you're just early," you replied with a small shrug, putting on your lab coat. You saw where he was at in the process and he explained to you his theory on restoration, how he was planning to use some of the spider DNA he'd been researching to see if it would help with his wings. You looked up at him as he spoke about his work, explaining the process with such passion that you couldn't help but get lost in his eyes.
A snap of his fingers brought you back to reality and you blinked, nodding along to whatever he'd been saying for the past couple minutes. He let out a small grunt, muttering something about how he wouldn't tolerate distractions, before handing you some of the resources he needed for a part of the antidote. Even though he didn't talk much apart from a grunt or an order here and there, he was a stark difference from the grumpy man you got to see this morning. You saw something different in his eyes, a glimpse of hope that you would provide him with the answers he needed.
"I'm gonna head to the bathroom, I'll be right back," Miguel spoke up after a couple minutes, walking out of the lab. You took the aphrodisiac from your pocket, fiddling with it in your fingers as you started to question if it was worth using it now. You placed it down on the table, next to some of the other mixtures he had, before you went back to the work you were supposed to be doing. Miguel came back from the bathroom a couple minutes later, placing all the mixtures in a big flask as he watched every reaction the mix made, looking for any adverse effects.
Miguel turned to you, with a flask at hand as he was getting ready to fix in your aphrodisiac with the rest. "I wanted to thank you for the work, you didn't do it for much reward out of it," he spoke up, surprising you with how tenderly he was looking at you. He poured the aphrodisiac in to the mix, the liquids reacting almost instantly as a pink smoke cloud formed, the scent of roses filling up the room. Miguel coughed a bit as he tried his best to not inhale the gas, his eyes flickering towards you.
"You knew how much this meant to me! And you still had to go and fuck it up with your stupid bullshit! And to think that I thanked you for this shit!" He yelled out, pinning you against the wall with his hand closing around your throat. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle as Miguelâs forehead got coated in sweat, the effects of the chemicals starting to work. "Tell me you have an antidote for this stupid drug," he growled, keeping his hand enclosed around your throat as he waited for any reaction. "No, I don't," you managed to speak, rubbing your throat as he let go. He went to sit down at one of the desks, spreading his legs as a tent formed in between his legs.
You couldn't deny that you found Miguelâs resistance to the drug incredibly hot, how much he was willing to fight against it only to end up submitting to you. You felt slick collecting in between your legs and you instinctively closed them, trying to give yourself some friction to alleviate the desire you felt. You had developed a sort of immunity to these aphrodisiacs but this one had your thighs wet with your slick and your nipples pebbling up against your shirt. After a while of rubbing your thighs together, stifling some moans, you heard Miguel whisper a quiet "fuck" before you were taken out of your seat.
He had your head locked against his bicep, looking down at you sternly. The sight was truly just enough to make you salivate, but you'd never admit that to him. "I'm gonna fuck you. Not because I like you or anything. Frankly, it's because I hate you. You're nothing but a cocksleeve for me to use and breed, understood?" He spat out, his arm squishing against your head. It was just enough to keep you delirious but not enough to actually cause you any harm. You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs in response, the dominance from Miguel turning you on. You nodded your head like a bobblehead, excited to feel something inside of you and to alleviate the ache between your legs.
That excitement quickly died down after Miguel had taken off your pants and ripped a hole in your panties and was now undoing his own pants. His red cock was wet with precum, standing up proudly. He truly was beautiful everywhere. As he took off his clothes, you got a glimpse of just how toned his body was, every ab and muscle seeming like it was carved from the gods just for him. Even his cock was pretty, he'd trimmed down the pubic hair and he had a strip of hair from his belly button down to his pelvic area. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when he pressed you against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pushed his cock deep inside of you.
He fucked like he hated you, and you couldn't get enough of it. He gripped your face with his hand, slapping your cheek as he groaned. "You couldn't just help, huh? You just had to go and mess everything up like you always do," he muttered, his hips snapping against yours with every movement. You felt your legs trembling with every thrust he made, punishing you with his cock. His heavy balls slapped against the bottom of your thighs and his hands snaked down to hold you by your waist as he thrusted deep inside of you. His grip was bruising as the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix, his eyes focused on the way your mouth parted into an 'o' shape. "Feel how deep I am? I'm gonna make you a mommy, let everyone know how much of a whore you are. Getting bred by an angel," he moaned out, his hand touching the bulge in your lower tummy.
"You don't get to cum until I say you do, understood? You're nothing but a damn fucktoy for me to use," he spat out when he felt you clenching around his cock, slapping your cheek. You nodded mindlessly, moaning out his name as he thrusted deep inside of you. He carried you in his arms as he moved from the wall to the lab desk, pushing some of the papers to the side as he placed you on all fours. You felt yourself clenching around nothing as he collected the slick between your folds, your juices mixing with his precum. He pushed deep inside with one thrust, knocking all the air out of your lungs as he pulled out quickly before filling you up once more. You'd never felt so full before and you couldn't have imagined that the grumpy, nerdy man would be the one fucking you so well.
His hips snapped against yours, keeping a steady rhythm as his hands gripped your ass cheeks tightly. He let out soft moans of your name, not letting you hear the full extent of just how much you affected him. He moved one of his hands to your puckered hole, slowly circling around it before pushing his thumb outside. Your pussy clenched tightly around him and he let out a moan, pushing deeper inside of you. "Who would've guessed you liked it in the ass too?" He remarked, with a condescending tone in his voice. He let out a small groan when he felt both your holes clench around him tightly, your pussy almost milking him for everything he had. He pulled his finger out of your ass, watching as your hole clenched around nothing with fascination before his hands went back to gripping your ass cheeks.
He slapped your ass, wanting to punish you even further for what'd you done. He felt your pussy clench around him once more, your moans echoing through the empty lab room and realized this wasn't much of a punishment to you at all. "Fucking whore. Can't even punish you because you'll end up enjoying it," he spoke with a small chuckle, slapping your ass once more. He felt your hips moving against his and decided to speed up, the tip of his cock practically bruising your cervix from how deep and how fast he was taking you. He felt his cock twitch and continued with the steady pace he was going with, only getting sloppier as he got to the brink of his orgasm. "P-Please let me cum!" Your pleas rang through his head as his hand snaked its way to your clit, rubbing precise circles. He groaned when he felt your pussy clench around his cock, coating it with your slick and juices and quickly came inside of you. He pushed the cum deep inside of you, letting out small huffs as he came down.
He pulled out of you, seeing that he was still hard and needy from the aphrodisiac. He grabbed your head, leveling it to his cock as he slapped your cheek. "Open," he instructed, watching as you complied with his orders. He pushed his cock inside of your mouth, using your mouth as his personal fleshlight. "Oh fuck," he moaned out, the way your mouth wrapped around him felt like pure sin. He pushed his cock deep in your throat, watching as you gagged around him and struggled to take his size. He felt a sense of pride watching the tears roll down from your cheeks as he fucked your face, his balls slapping against your chin as he did so. He let out a small moan when he felt your cheeks hollow to take more of him in, your hands tugging and massaging at his balls. He slapped your cheek when he saw that your eyes shut, pulling your attention back to his face. "Eyes on me while I fuck you, hm?"
He came with a loud moan, gripping the counter of the lab table as his cum spurted in your mouth. He handed you a napkin to spit it out in but was surprised to see that you swallowed it with no reservations. He decided to wet the napkin, starting to clean you up in between your legs, your slick and cum pooling out. Despite how hard he'd fucked you, he was gentle with his movements, applying light pressure so he wouldn't overstimulate you. He threw away the napkin and got dressed, turning over to look at you as he was buttoning up his shirt. "I didn't go too far, did I? Are you hurt?" he asked, his expression full of concern as he saw your reddening cheek. This man. He'd just given you the best sex of your life and he still found a way to worm his way into your heart with his concern. "Iâm fine, thank you for asking," you replied, getting off the lab table and got dressed.
You watched as Miguel poured himself a cup of coffee, getting out his research papers up from the floor and placing them next to him. "Are you staying?" You asked, finishing up getting dressed as you walked over to him. "Well yeah, someone ruined my only way back home so I'm gonna see if I can re-do it," he responded, taking a sip from his coffee as he went over to the supply closet to get some new materials. You felt something strange lingering in your conscious, something similar to guilt as you watched Miguel collect the stuff. "I'll stay to help, I promise I won't try anything this time."
Miguel looked at you, warily, but eventually relented when he saw the look on your face. He assured himself that it would work this time, that he wouldn't step to the bathroom this time. He watched as you worked, completely in awe as you worked on the titration of the chemicals. He handed you a cup of coffee, a lazy smile ghosting his face. "It tastes like ass, but it'll keep you up," he said with a small shrug, watching the grimace on your face as you took a sip. "Of course you would know what ass would taste like," you remarked, setting down the cup of coffee as you went back to work.
The two of you continued to work late throughout the night but you'd managed to get the serum done before the sun came up. "Thank you. For helping me getting it right this time," he said, looking down at you as he kissed your forehead. "This really means a lot to you, huh?" You remarked, taking note of how much he was willing to put on the line just to get a chance to go back home. He shrugged and injected the serum with a needle, gripping the counter as his body started to react to the changes. He should've tested it out on an animal first, but his desperation didn't allow him the chance to.
He transformed to his natural form, his wings unfurling and spanning out to fill out the lab. The look on his face was one of pure joy, joy at the fact that he would be able to see his home and his friends again. He took your face and kissed you deeply, a sharp difference from the man who'd treated you like a fleshlight earlier. He was glowing in an entirely different way when he pulled away, his eyes shining in a way that you'd never seen before. "I'll see you around."
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UHM UHM CAN WE HAVE A GP WINTER X SUB READER AND GP KARINA?
roommate g!p jiminjeong x f!reader
notes: theyâre just so silly and caring in this fic, also minjeongie gets a more confident abt topping reader aww and AFTERCARE AWWW
cw: overworking, threesome (reader receiving) , oral (giving), cockwarming at the end, praise, soft dom rina, um sorta dom winter?, subby reader, rina cums everywhere. not rlly proofread đ
word count: 2.1k
in the next two weeks you had an exam. and hell, you were stressing the fuck out.
locked in your room for days on end without seeing sunlight for hours and hours, you decided that it would be best for you to cram every piece of knowledge into that brain of yours. glued to your desk table almost 24/7.
naturally, the eldest was worried for your mental and physical health. only seeing you exit your room for toilet and food breaks, food breaks being you making one cup of instant noodles per day. obviously as this progressed she grew even more anxious each time she saw you, you looked more drained than ever and she didnât like that.
having enough of you over exerting yourself for some silly exam that wasnât even that important, she knocks at your door gently, âhey, can i come in?â no response. âplease? itâll be quickâ still no response. âiâm coming in.â
there you were with your head literally shoved inside a large ass textbook, headphones on with a blanket draped around your shoulders. the only light in your room was the desk lamp because you had your curtains closed for what you liked to call âstudy vibesâ. noticing a strange presence at your door, you pull your headphones down, jerking your head towards jimin who was looking at you with concern in her eyes. âwhat? im studying please leaveâ
âyouâve been studying nonstop for the past week, are you trying to exhaust yourself⊠take a breakâ
âUM, no. i think iâm okay jimin. i need to get good grades for this exam or else iâll cryâŠâ putting your headphones back on, shoving your face back into the comically large textbook.
âtake a break, please! how the hell are you going to do this exam when youâre literally going to pass out in the exam hallâ swivelling your chair around to make you meet her face. ignoring her requests, she grows a little impatient, âright⊠if youâre not gonna relax i might as well help you relieve your stressâ sitting on your bed, taking her shorts off revealing her boxers. she pats her lap ,wanting you to come sit on her. âcome on, i know you want to.â grinning at you so sweetly. you couldnât really say no anyways, she was so cute about it.
âokay fine, but only for a bit. then i have to get back to studying for real. deal?â
standing up from the chair was definitely a challenge for you. you had been sitting there for quite a while and your legs were trying to get used to well⊠walking. âyou know what, let me just-â with ease, she picks you up, sitting herself down with you on top of her lap, facing the door which was right in front of you. â-perfect. now i can help you outâ even though you could do it yourself, jimin insisted on helping, taking off your shorts and panties, leaving just your shirt on.
sitting there, bare on her bulge, you began to feel a familiar sensation form in your stomach. âdo you want me to skip the foreplay today? or⊠no?â
âwell⊠you said i should relieve my stress soâŠâ giggling in excitement as you guide her hands around you âdonât skip itâ
with that she began. delicately touching your body everywhere, from caressing your thighs to light touches on the sides of your waist to fondling your breasts, sending shivers down your spine. gently holding your jaw as she moves your head to the side to kiss you gently on the lips. first starting off as sweet pecks that gradually turned into her licking your lips for entrance, wanting to let her tongue roam the insides of your mouth. sheâs so gentle with it, savouring your reactions as if sheâs never going to see you again, taking the time to tease you where she knows you like, commenting on how pretty your moans are and more. âyouâre so cute, y/n. youâre so prettyâ
you notice her bulge growing larger and larger, she was getting turned on too, purposely pushing her chest into your back because she knows how much you love her tits, but also because she wants to feel closer to you, and of course the fabric covering her nipples rubbed against her which she always loved. her breath tickling your neck as she, not so subtly, grinds you on her covered cock. oh sheâs definitely hard. with how big it is, it must be a pain to keep it hidden in her jeans all day.
âjimin⊠mm.. take your.. boxers offâ you whimper out between each breath you take. carefully lifting you up a little bit, you help her shuffle out of her boxers, letting it fall to her feet. âgod youâre so- bigâ she wraps her arms around your waist pulling you back down, this time sliding her cock all the way inside, her tip almost kissing your cervix.
âcan i start moving?â nipping your ear as she strokes the sides of your waist again. her tone filled with dripping lust, it was so obvious that she wanted to ram into you, but she wasnât like that⊠unless you told her to.
âgo aheadâ
ever so gently she pushes her cock in and out of you, yet again praising you for taking her so well and saying how good your pretty moans sound to her. âfocus⊠on me. let me help you forget about that stupid examâ lifting your hips up and pushing it back down again to help you ride her.
to be honest, the position you guys were in made it quite difficult for her to move her hips. but nonetheless she wanted you to be comfortable, only disregarding her slight discomfort to help you with your stress. so sweet.
she began to quicken her thrusts, feeling your walls squeezing down on her shaft. akin to a puppy, she desperately ruts into you, her moans becoming more and more louder with each push, yet she doesnât forget about you.
gathering up the slick between your thighs she uses one of her hands, slowly rubbing your clit in circles while she uses her other hand to move your head to the side, acting on the urge to kiss you once more.
too absorbed in the pleasure, you and jimin fail to notice the sound of the front door being pushed open.
minjeong, fully unaware of whatever is going on in your room, bought your favourite drink as a surprise from the cafe just across the street, hoping that it would soothe you as she was also equally worried as jimin
ây/n, iâve got your fav- hi..?â she knows you study with your headphones on so she usually walks in without a care, but this time was different. oh she was flushed in the face. âum- i- uhhhhâŠâ stuttering horribly while she awkwardly places the drink on your desk. there you were with jimins cock shoved right up your cunt, legs wide open for her to gawk at.
who in the dorm wouldnât get a boner? absolutely no one, obviously. and with full shame, minjeong felt her pants tighten, groaning at the delicious view in front of her.
you and jimin couldnât care any less at this point, still fucking while she was in the room. you could tell that she was holding herself back when she could very easily take your head and shove you down to choke on her cock. but you knew she had a lot of shame to not do that.
âi-iâll just leave. uh⊠you two carry on w-what you were doingâ just before she was about to leave, jimin ,although dazed, thought long and hard.
âminjeong wait. fuck, help me out please? make y/n forget about studying for nowâ suddenly hoisting you up causing you to whine ây/n baby, lay down on your back for me pleaseâ doing as you were told, you laid there bare, pussy clenching around nothing as you felt the stares of two hungry woman staring at your naked body.
minjeong immediately grew shy at the request, throwing a glance at your still body waiting for her on the bed. she sighed, âare you sure? none of us have shared y/n before so like⊠i don't knowâ it took a few more persuasions from jimin to fully get her to agree. not usually topping you she didnât have a clue on what to do. here you laid with your legs open for her, chest rising up and down, eagerly waiting for either one of their cocks to fill you up.
âguysss⊠hurry up please. iâm horny as hell and i need to get back to studyingâ
âhold on a sec. let me just move againâ jimin said as she stood up. hovering almost right above your head, she orders you to open your mouth wide enough for her to slide her length in. as she fills your throat up, she takes both of her hands around your neck, both for choking you and stabilisation.
again, minjeong just stood there. drinking in the view of you taking jimins massive dick inside of your whorish mouth. just look at the bump moving up and down your throat. everyone say thank you to karina.
quickly taking off both her pants and underwear, she shuffles herself between your legs and teases your entrance. âa-ah, youâre already so wet y/n⊠mmhm iâm putting it in okay?â latching onto your hips for dear life. poor minjeongie, itâs her first time trying to dom you without being drunk as hell. shyly bucking her hips into you, you let out a couple faint moans.
âcmon minjeong donât pussy around. actually slam into her- fuck, like this..â while demonstrating her extremely good thrust game, she starts fucking your mouth, pretty much using it like a fleshlight. âgod your throat feels so amazing. good girl, k-keep using your tongue like thatâ
amazed at how rhythmic her hips were moving, she starts following the same speed as her. thrusting in and out in the same pace as she does, creating this new and very welcome sensation. it was also oddly sensual, knowing that the two of your roommates were currently bonding over⊠having sex with you. endearing in some sort of way.
getting lost in the moment, feeling both of your holes being filled up with these two massive cocks, you feel your legs shaking baadddd. the both of them could feel you growing closer to orgasm, minjeongie feeling your pussy pulsing and tightening each time she hits your favourite spot, whilst jimin could feel you struggling to keep up with your deepthroating, feeling how your muffled moans grew louder and louder. and of course this caused them to both edge closer to their own orgasm.
it hit hard. harder than usual. both watching as you unravel under them, hands searching for the nearest thing to grab, that being jimins arm. slipping your mouth out of jimins cock, you lift your back off of the bed, lips parting as your head rolled back in pure ecstasy. it felt so relieving.
and shortly after the two of them both came. minjeong spilling every last drop of cum into your pussy, leaning forwards to push her load further into you. then jimin finishing all over your face and stomach, her warm cum decorating your body.
you definitely deserve this after working your ass off for the past few days.
the three of you just rested for a while. panting heavily as you all simmer down from your highs.
âiâll be back, iâll get you guys some waterâ pulling her boxers back on and walking to the kitchen her boner is still apparent. well i mean your tits are still covered with her cum, how can she not be turned on
âoh right! your drink i almost forgot about itâ minjeong says as she grabs it from your desk. sheâs still stood between your legs but the distance from your bed to there wasnât quite far away. lowering the drink to your face, she also wipes the cum away with her other hand. âdidnât know jimin unnie cums this much. goddamnâŠâ you laugh at her, sipping the drink.
âminjeong⊠are you going to pull out yet?
âcan we cuddle like this instead? you feel comfyâ setting the drink back down, both facing each other, she lies right beside you, her cock still inside.
âyeah alright cutie, i guess iâll stop studying. letâs just stay like this tonightâ embracing her as she kisses your cheek.
âyou guys cuddling without me?? wait for meâ pouting so cutely at you both âlet me join inâ now the three of you are all cuddling on one bed. all cosy together you doze off to sleep completely ignoring the work you had to do. oh well you can try again tomorrow, but maybe theyâll help you relax again :))
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