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I think this is the best fanart i ever made….bc it came deeeeeoo from my heart ❤️
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I'm back!! btw I have another smut idea!! Hyunjin x Reader fucking during the versace fashion show in Milan maybe??
versace and dresses
pairing: idol!hyunjin x fem!reader
genre: smut, drabble like thing
warnings: established relationship, hyunjin is horny af- riding duh, kissing, kinda public sex? switch!hyunjin?reader is called filthy and darling :)
a/n: this was requested by my lovely ☘️ anon! hope u like it love~ and i got the idea of riding hyunjin from @changbinswh0re 👀 u two r filthy I love u-
credits: dividers by @cafekitsune ♡
It all started with that damn dress. That long, black, beautiful fucking dress.
When Hyunjin got invited to the event in Milan, Donatella herself offered Hyunjin to bring along a plus one, and his mind immediately went to you. He requested Donatella to make and design a dress for you, and she happily obliged. But what Hyunjin didn't expect was to see you in a almost slutty looking dress.
The moment he saw you walk out of the fitting room, all happy and overjoyed, he tried his best to hide his ragging boner. He was happy with the way the dress turned out but all he wanted to do right now was rip it of off you and fuck you against the nearest piece of furniture.
It was no different during the show itself. he'd constantly eye you, even though you were sitting right next to him. The models walked the ramp, flaunting their figures and the pieces of clothing from Versace's new collection which Hyunjin seemed to love, but right now Hyunjin couldn't seem to care.
When no one was looking, during the after party, he dragged you into one of the rooms Donatella had prepared just for him, throwing you onto the bed and ripping your dress off, biting at your lips.
“This fucking dress,” he muttered, undoing the buttons near the slit as your dress flared open, your black panties on display. “Filthy girl, thinking I wouldn't notice.” He whispered, his fingers dancing over your clothed clit.
“Hyunjin, can I-” You stopped, biting your lips as you thought of what you wanted to say. “'Can I' what darling? Hmm?” he encouraged, smirking as he removed your underwear. “Wan-wanna ride you.” You whispered back, hands on his chest as you moved to sit up.
In a matter of seconds he was spread out on the couch, jacket on the armrest as you bounced on him, earning hushed screams and moans from Hyunjin. His hands were on your clothed boobs, gripping and caressing as he quickly had to slap his hand over his mouth in order to silence himself.
He looked so fucked out by the end of it, his eyes soft and hooded, his lips red and swollen, his makeup almost ruined from crying and his hair all disheveled. You had to snap some pics whatsoever. Once you both were done, you tried your best to look the most presentable, fixing your clothes and hair as he dragged you out of the room, both of you a giggling mess.
The next morning you woke up with a splitting headache and news articles about you and Hyunjin.
“Famous singer, Stray Kids Hyunjin and his girlfriend, Y/N, was spotted coming out of a room looking disheveled and messy”
“Are we fucked?”
“Probably-”
idk what this was-
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Dp x DC crossover
Soul speak part 1
"CONSTANTINE NO! IF YOU SUMMON HIM YOULL DIE!!" Zatanna screamed clutching her side red blood seeping from the gaps between her fingers. "I have no choice if I dont we wont be able to stop this thing" john says in an almost terrifyingly calm voice. Batman lay on the ground barely conscious with a hole in his shoulder. Red hood next to batman putting pressure on his injury.
"What are you two doing, the door isnt going to hold much longer!?!" Red hood yelled his free hand griping his pistol tightly figer on the trigger regretting not bringing live rounds.
"John PLEASE dont do this" zatanna pleads looking at her freind "sorry but this is our only chance at bringing down that, that THING" Constantine says as he finished drawing a summoning circle in his own blood. "I'm going to miss you zatanna your a good kid, watch over the others for me" john says, then starts chanting.
"ƙίภg ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ίภŦίภίtє гєคl๓ร, ί j๏♄︎ภ ς๏ภรtคภtίภє รย๓๓๏ภ y๏ย. ί ๏ŦŦєг y๏ย ๓y ร๏ยl Ŧ๏г t♄︎є єxς♄︎คภgє ๏Ŧ y๏ยг Թгєรєภςє. ๏♄︎ ๔คгƙ ๏ภє ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ภєxt Թlคภє. Թคгίค♄︎ ๔คгƙ ƙίภg ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ๔єค๔ Թครร t♄︎г๏ยg♄︎ tί๓є คภ๔ รԹคςє t๏ ♄︎єє๔ ๓y Թlєค."
John on his knees crying silent tears as he chanted. He chanted the same thing over and over till finally the sigil of blood started to glow and turned from red to Lazarus green. A green fog lifted from the circle high in the air. The others in the room held their breath looking at what was happening. And with a snap the fog set ablaze like air born gas as a match it lit.
As the flames flickered out a blurry figure came into sight. A young man? Slender but muscular build but was slightly obscured by what seemed to be a cape, snowy white hair with something floating slightly above , pointed ears, and glowing green eyes where all that was visible of the being.
"ฬ♄︎y ๔๏ y๏ย รย๓๓๏ภ ๓є?" The creature asks, its voice echoy as if multiple people spoke at once. John looked at the thing in the circle clear confusion on his face. "Yo-your not pariah dark" John's voice craked. The being tilted its head "ภ๏ ί ค๓ ภ๏t Թคгίค♄︎, ภ๏ฬ ฬ♄︎y ๔๏ y๏ย รย๓๓๏ภ ๓є?" The being sighed. "No, no, NO, how did I mess this up, i needed to summon the king of the dead, now thanks to my fucking screw up that monster outside is going to kill everyone!" John panicked, he felt the blood in his veins freeze everyone in this building no in this city where going to be slaughtered by that demon outside starting with the people in the room with john.
"ร๏ y๏ย ภєє๔ t๏ ๓є t๏ รt๏Թ ค ๔є๓๏ภίς ๒єίภg, t♄︎คt ίร คll y๏ย ภєє๔є๔ t๏ รคy" the being says and steps out of the fire and smoke, its/his figur becoming fully viable. Adding to what they could already see, they boy looked to be early to late teens, had light green skin and white freckles. He was wearing a skin tight black body suit with white gloves and white boots, the chest area having an odd symbol on it. His cape looked to be made of the night sky its self and his crown floating above his head looked to be made of stars and green fire.
The boy walked past Constantine to where the door was. "ί ฬίll ๒є ๒คςƙ ίภ 10 ๓ίภยtєร, ๔๏ ภ๏t lєคvє" the being stated and fazed through the door leaving the room of shoked and injured people behind.
"What the hell was that!" Red hood hissed at john. "I dont know" john says quietly "what do you mean YOU DONT KNOW!!" Red hood snapped. "That was not what I was trying to summon" is the last thing that is said. The next 8 minutes quiet and tense.
When the entity fazed back through the door all eyes where on him. The boy staired back at the heros, eyes slowly dissecting each one though they seemed to stay on red hood and Constantine the longest.
"lєt ๓є ♄︎єlԹ y๏ย ฬίt♄︎ t♄︎є๓" the boy said and out stretched his hand two green blobs flew from his hand. One floated over to zatanna and the other to batman, they landed on the heros and both seemed to relax slightly.
"t♄︎๏รє ๒l๏๒ g♄︎๏รtร ฬίll ƙєєԹ t♄︎є๓ รtค๒lє tίll t♄︎єy гєςєίvє Թг๏Թєг ๓є๔ίςคl ςคгє, คร Ŧ๏г y๏ย j๏♄︎ภ ς๏ภรtคภtίภє ฬє ภєє๔ t๏ ๔ίรςยรร Թคy๓єภt" the boy says looking at the blond in question. "The payment is void I offered my soul to the king of the dead not some child demon" john argued.
"ί ค๓ t♄︎є ƙίภg ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ίภŦίภίtє гєคl๓, ƙίภg Թ♄︎คภt๏๓, ๔єคŦєtєг ๏Ŧ Թคгίค♄︎ ๔คгƙ" the being said his eyes narrowed at john. "You defeated pariah?!?" John questions. The boy simply nods. "ภ๏ฬ Ŧ๏г ๓y Թคy๓єภt, y๏ย ๏ŦŦєгє๔ ๓є y๏ยг ร๏ยl ίร t♄︎คt รtίll ฬ♄︎คt y๏ย ฬίร♄︎ t๏ Թคy" the boy king asks.
John sighs feeling tired to his bones "there is no way out of this one, yes my soul is yours, king phantom of the dead" the blond mumbles. "ί єxєԹt t♄︎ίร Թคy๓єภt, y๏ย คгє ภ๏ฬ ๓ίภє, j๏♄︎ภ ς๏ภรtคภtίภє. ภ๏ฬ Ŧίгรt t♄︎ίภgร Ŧίгรt" the being says and gently lays his gloved hand on John's shoulder. John suddenly feels an overwhelming since of wholeness. Like a puzzle just got put together.
"What did you do?" John asks phantom. "ί гєợยίгє๔ t♄︎є Ŧгคg๓єภtร ๏Ŧ y๏ยг ร๏ยl y๏ย ร๏l๔ Թгєvί๏ยรly คภ๔ гєคttคς♄︎є๔ t♄︎є๓ t๏ ฬ♄︎คt lίttlє ๒ίt ๏Ŧ ร๏ยl y๏ย ♄︎ค๔ lєŦt" the boy says "wait how do you have the other fragments?" John asks. "ฬ♄︎єภ y๏ย ร๏l๔ y๏ยг ร๏ยl t๏ ๓є คll ๏t♄︎єг ς๏ภtгคςtร ๒єςค๓є v๏ί๔, ί ค๓ t♄︎є ƙίภg ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ๔єค๔ คภ๔ คll ฬ♄︎๏ гєรί๔є ίภ ๓y гєคl๓, ภ๏ภ ๏Ŧ t♄︎є๓ ฬίร♄︎ t๏ ςг๏รร ๓є" phantom explained.
"ภ๏ฬ ί ๓ยรt ๒є g๏ίภg" the boy king says then looks at John then to red hood "ί ๔๏ ภ๏t ฬคภt ๏г єxԹєςt y๏ย t๏ ๔๏ ๓y ๒ί๔๔ίภg ๏г ๒є ค รlคvє, jยรt ๔๏ ฬ♄︎คt y๏ย ยรคlly ๔๏, ๒ยt t♄︎є ภίg♄︎t ๒єŦ๏гє t♄︎є ภєxt Ŧยll ๓๏๏ภ ί ฬίll ς๏ภє ๒คςƙ t๏ รєє y๏ย คภ๔ ฬ♄︎єภ ί ๔๏ t♄︎คt ๏ภє ๓ยรt ๒є ฬίt♄︎ y๏ย" the king says and looks over at red hood pointedly then turns away from them.
Phantom walks over to the glowing green circle and stands inside "ยภtίl ภєxt tί๓є" are the last words he says before fading away. The sigil of green turning back to red. "What have you gotten us into?" Red hood mumbled "I have no clue" John says back.
#writing prompt#writing#danny fenton#danny phantom#dc comics#dc x dp#batfam#dc#jason todd#jhon constantine#john constantine
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contains: reader with a vagina; no pronouns for reader used; mutual masturbation; pathetic down diabolical steve; steve calls reader honey like 10000 times sorry :(; steve going dumb/getting pussy drunk; bottom!steve; breeding kink; steve wants to be a good boy but he’s just so horny :(
“what’s wrong, huh?”
steve’s breathing hard, hair disheveled, cock straining against his jeans. he wants you, needs you, so badly that it genuinely hurts. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands if he’s not allowed to touch you, even if you’re teasing him by spreading your legs and showing yourself off in the chair across from him.
“i just -“ he licks his lips, a hand running through his hair again slowly while he stares at you. “baby, please. please touch me. i’m dyin’ here.”
“get on the bed,” you instruct gently, watching as he does so, his eyes wide and never leaving your body. “go ‘head and take your clothes off for me, baby.”
steve’s never moved so fast, shoving his jeans down and throwing his shirt off haphazardly. he leans back on his palms, his own legs spread, showing off his swollen and thick cock.
“touch yourself for me.”
he whines. “i - but i thought you were gonna….”
“i will, but you have to show me how needy you are first. how am i supposed to know what you want if you don’t beg, huh? you’re so silly sometimes, stevie.”
his cheeks turn red, but he does as instructed, his hand wrapping around his cock. he groans, throwing his head back while he strokes himself off, swiping the beading pre off of his tip for lube. “mmph - baby, please touch me, wanna feel you so bad.”
“how bad, angel?”
he groans again, unable to make eye contact with you. “so fucking bad, i’d do anything to feel you, please. just need you, honey, oh god - anything you give me.” his hand moves quick, clearly impatient and way too horny.
“spit on your cock.”
his blush is down to his chest now and his hooded eyes finally meet yours. a question - seriously?
“thought you said you’d do anything for me, stevie,” you frown. “or did you already forget? are y’gettin’ that pussy drunk already?”
steve’s eyes roll back and he finally does as he’s told, leaning down and spitting on his dick. he sighs in what sounds like relief as he continues to stroke himself, his hand moving smoother.
“good boy, steve. does that feel good? tell me ‘thank you’ for letting you touch yourself, baby.”
“th- thank y-you - honey, please, i need you, don’t wanna make myself cum,” he whines, biting his lip harshly, his muscles contracting.
“you’re not gonna make yourself cum. we don’t waste your cum, do we, steve? where do we put it?”
“oh my fucking god,” he breathes, hand moving impossibly faster. “your - unh, yo-your pussy, honey.”
“that’s right,” you smile, finally reaching down to play with yourself. “unless you wanna waste it? you wanna just cum in your hand?”
“no, please please please please please,” he whispers, shaking his head, forcing his hand to slow down. “please let me cum in your pussy, fuck, i’m begging, i’ll do anything. can’t fucking stop, feels so good, just need to feel you, i’ll take whatever you want. shit - i’ll - i’ll take your mouth or your hand - d-don’t - honey, please,” and he sounds so desperate, on the verge of tears, face red and eyes dark, lips so plush from biting them.
“easy, stevie,” you moan, fingering yourself, trying to prepare for his cock. “just gimme a few more minutes, okay? can you do that? i know it’s gonna be so hard, all you can think about is cumming like a slut, yeah?”
“sweetheart,” he grits out, hand stopping it’s movements.
“did i tell you to stop?”
“i- i’m gonna cum if i -“
“stevie, when are you gonna learn to behave, huh?”
he moans and takes a shuddering breath before touching himself again, his grip almost feather light. he’s still a mess, though, whining and shaking as he apologizes. “i’ll be good, just - i’m so close, can’t stand watching you, so fuckin pretty,” he breathes.
“yeah, stevie?” you ask, finally rising from your chair, approaching steve on the bed. he leans back on his elbows now, looking up at you with nothing but pure adoration as you replace his hand on his cock. he nearly shouts, and he throws his head back again as you mount him, sinking slowly down onto his cock. “you’re so fucking big, baby boy, your brain goes straight to this huge cock when you’re horny, huh?”
“yes,” he moans, legs shaking. “i’m gonna - can i cum? please, can i cum?”
“you wanna knock me up, stevie?”
“please,” he begs, fingers digging into your plush hips.
“go ‘head,” you say simply, bottoming out - and in the next moment he cums with a deep, loud groan, rocking his hips up into you and trying to take up all the space in your cunt. “mmm, stevie, sh-shit, y’feel so good.”
steve’s ready to bask in the afterglow, but you don’t let him. you start riding his softening, spent cock with slow but deep strokes. he gasps and bucks his hips, back arching. “honeyhoneyhoneyhoney i can’t i can’t i can’t -“
“did i say you can’t?”
“n-no-“
“then you can.”
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Preference Catch-Up || König + Keegan
Authors Note: Here we are! Finally we have the König and Keegan catch-up. I really enjoyed writing these, and I hope you all enjoy. Gifs by @evilvvithin @yeyinde @samithemunchkin
How You Met
König
When Laswell had informed you that she had hired KorTac, you were skeptical at first.
The 141's experience with Shadow Company had left a bad taste in your mouth, you weren't sure what to make of private military companies. Though both Laswell and Price had vouched for KorTac, and for the men who were now going to be permanently stationed on base, you told them that you would form your own judgement.
That was when you met him.
You had been walking through the halls towards the mess when a few rookies began to call out to you, saying some rather inappropriate things that should not be said to a superior officer. You paused in your stride, slowly turning to face the three young men leaning against the wall. You folded your arms across your chest, eyeing them individually which seemd to give them a surge of confidence.
"Do you want to repeat that, rookie?" You snapped, your voice low and annoyed. You wish you could wipe off the smirk that appeared on the young man's face, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he stepped forward, throwing a cocky look over each shoulder towards his friends.
"I'm just saying, you look like a lot of fun. What do you say you swing by my bunk tonight? I'm sure we'll have a good time."
An immense feeling of disgust formed in the pit of your stomach, nausea causing you to feel sick. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down that gross feeling before trying to speak.
As you opened your mouth to reply, the three boys before you suddenly turned white. So white in fact, that they looked just as sick as you felt. Their eyes widened in terror as they stumbled backward, mumbling quick and scared apologies before all three of them sprinted down the opposite end of the hall.
You stared after them in confusion, that was until you felt a large and menacing presence behind you.
Slowly turning around, you were met with a tall wall of solid muscle. He was incredibly tall, your head just barely reached his chest. The sniper hood he wore marked by red stripes was indeed intimidating, and his eyes...piercing blue, accentuated by the black smudges of paint around them.
A heavy silence passed between you as you both stared at each other. You didn't know what to say, you'd never had anyone intimidate three men like that for you before. All you could muster was a small breathless laugh, and an awkward "Uh...thank you."
Though you couldn't see his face, the man before you smirked beneath his sniper hood, nodding toward you silently before slowly turning away from you. You watched in awe as he turned into the mess, disappearing from your view. You couldn't move, still in complete awe of what just happened. Someone moved into your peripherals, someone shorter and more familiar.
"Who was that?" You mumbled somewhat incoherently, causing the man beside you yo chuckle.
"That was König..." Soap spoke softly, a slight teasing tone to his voice "and he's the head of the KorTac team here now."
Your gaze snapped towards the Scotsman, your eyes widening in shock whilst Soap snorted in laughter.
"Oh yeah, private military companies aren't so bad now when you get scary guard dog privilages-"
"How about you fuck off back to Simon?" You growled rhetorically, your eyes narrowed on the sargeant with a hot glare. Soap laughed loudly as he turned on his heel, sprinting away from you before you could likely punch him in the face.
You sighed heavily and rolled your eyes, your gaze once again briefly flickering back towards the doorway of the mess.
Keegan P. Russ
You had met Keegan before briefly in passing, and even then he was very quiet.
Simon had introduced the two of you briefly before Keegan went away on a recon mission. He would be gone for months, behind enemy lines with little to no communication. Now Keegan was back, and Taskforce 141 was ecstatic.
He'd been making all the rounds saying hello to everyone, or so Soap had told you. You hadn't seen him yet, though you supposed that you didn't really know him that well, or he you.
You went about the rest of your day without a visit from him. You didn't know why you felt this way, but you were kind of upset that Keegan hadn't come to see you. You were part of the team, sure. The least he could do was let you know that he was alright.
Trudging through the halls on another sleepless night, you walked to the mess to make yourself a cup of tea. Tea was something that calmed you down most nights, but lately it felt like a habit than a remedy.
As you stepped into the mess, you expected it to be empty like it usually was. But this time you froze.
Keegan sat alone at one of the tables, staring blankly down at the cup of steaming tea before him. Though he still wore his mask, his eyes met yours with a stern stare. Your eyes held his gaze, despite the nerves now forming in your chest. You were the one to look away first, your eyes flickering between Keegan, the kitchen and the floor, unsure of where you should turn your attention.
"I uh...I just want to get some tea" You spoke softly, almost timidly. Wordlessly, Keegan nodded, watching your every move as you slowly made your way toward the kitchen. You could feel his eyes on you as you boiled the kettle, poured the water over the tea bag, and let it sit.
Every minute felt like an hour the longer you stared at your tea. After adding some milk and stirring your beverage, you took the cup in your hands and immediately made a beeline for the door. You didn't want to make things between you and Keegan awkward, so you thought that heading back to your room would have been the wiser choice.
So why did you stop in the doorway?
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you turned on your heel to face him. Keegan was still watching you like a hawk when you spoke.
"I know we don't know each other that well, but I'm glad you're okay. The 141 missed you a lot you know."
You could have sworn that you saw his eyes softened slightly, but you played it off as nothing as you turned and left the mess.
As Keegan watched you leave, he couldn't help but sigh heavily. Sure, he wasn't the most socialable person on base, but he wasn't sure of he could trust you. Simon and Soap spoke highly of you, and so did Price. But he wanted to make his own opinion of you. He wanted to make sure thet he could trust you.
So, he would remain silent and observe. He would make sure that he could trust you, even if his silence pissed you off.
An Awkward Moment
König
There was no doubt amongst the 141 that you were a capable soldier.
But sometimes you felt like your height was a disadvantage. Yes, you were significantly shorter than the rest of your colleagues, but you never let that stop you. However, sometimes you wished that you were taller.
You knew he was doing it on purpose, and you swore that you would punch Soap the next time you saw him. He had placed the coffee jar on top of the cabinets which were already high enough. You struggled to reach the top shelf anyway, but at this point it was getting ridiculous.
You groaned, staring up at the coffee jar in disdain and hatred. You were getting real tired of this, there were only so many times you could do this before Price caught you, your dignity was on the line.
It was early morning, so it was unlikely that anyone would see you doing this. However, you still turned to scan the mess to make sure that there was no one around. When the coast was clear, you began to climb the counter. No matter how many times you did this, it was still percarious. When you stood up straight you felt yourself wobble, and a sharp gasp escaped your lips as gravity came into effect. You felt yourself falling backward, your life flashing before your eyes as you squeezed them shut.
This is it. This is the end.
You were going to die in the mess, all because you were too stubbourn to wait for someone to get the coffee jar down for you.
As you waited to make contact with the hard concrete floor, you shrieked when you instead collided with something soft and...warm.
With your heart racing in your chest, you slowly opened your eyes and found yourself in a pair of strong arms, holding you securely and tightly against their frame. You followed those arms up to a broad chest, and from there you looked up to meet those familiar piercing blue eyes underneath that sniper hood. It then dawned on you...that you were in König's arms. König had caught you.
He chuckled lowly, staring down at you with an amused glint in his eye. "Perhaps next time, you should just ask for help hm?" He scolded, a warm feeling forming in his chest as he watched your face turn a bright red. You pouted up at the Austrian, "Maybe if Soap stopped putting the coffee up there on purpose, I wouldn't have to".
You saw König's eye twitch slightly at the mention of your colleague, but he shook his head whilst gently placing you down back on your feet. You folded your arms over your chest, lowering your gaze to the floor as your embaressment was becoming too much. You watched as König's index finger hooked underneath your chin, lifting your head upward so that your eyes met his once again.
Staring down at you sternly, you noticed that his gaze hardened before he spoke lowly. "I would prefer it if you didn't endanger yourself, mein liebling. Don't do that again."
You felt your heart skip a beat in your chest, your blood running hot as König waited expectantly for your answer. You nodded quickly and silently, worried that if you even tried to speak, your voice would betray you completely.
Seemingly satisfied with your answer, König released his hold on your chin and the both of you agreed to never speak of this again. After that morning however, the coffee jar always remained on the bottom counter where you could reach it. And every time König entered a room, Soap would always cower behind Simon, avoiding the Austrian's intimidating gaze.
It always made you smile.
Keegan P. Russ
The mission had been a set up, no one saw it coming.
The intel had been wrong from the start, so no one really knew what to expect. Out of everyone else, you and Keegan had made it out in the worst state. There was no life-threatening injuries thankfully, however the bruises, cuts, scratches and dirt covering your bodies meant that you had been through hell to survive this botched mission.
The look on Simon and Soap's face looked like they had seen literal ghosts, neither of them expected either of you to make it out of that base alive.
You longed for a shower, so much so that the second the plane touched down on the runway back at base you made a beeline for your quarters. Quickly swiping a change of clothes from your room, consisting of a pair of exercise shorts and one of Simon's old shirts, you relished the thought of hot water against your skin.
Stepping into the adjoined bathroom in your quarters, you stripped off your gear and grimey clothes, turning on the shower and stepping inside.
A soft moan escaped you as the hot water relaxed your muscles, your shoulders slumping almost instinctively. But the pleasure was short-lived when an immense stinging pain took over your senses. The cuts and scratches screamed in protest at the hot water, but you ignored it. Washing the dirt and dried blood from your body, the pain eventually became nothing but a dull ache.
With your shower drowning out all other thoughts and the stress from the mission, you didn't hear the knock at your door.
Keegan couldn't stop thinking about you. When you both got trapped inside that base, stuck between never-ending gunfire and explosions, his only thought was to get you out alive. He'd thought he'd lost you a few times, after the two of you had become seperated on numerous occasions. Seeing you emerge through a haze of dust or return to his side after a rather dangerous encounter, a light feeling formed in his chest. Having been around you for the last month or so, Keegan had grown quite fond of you.
Seeing you covered in dirt, grime and dried blood did something to him. He didn't know what exactly, but something deep inside him spurred him towards you door. You had left the plane in quite a hurry, which wasn't unusual according to Price. But Keegan needed to know that you were okay.
And that's how he found himself here. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Probably against his better judgement, Keegan let himself in. Your room was much tidier than his, it appeared more homely and welcoming. He noticed the clothes on the bed, and the sound of running water coming from the next room. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, enough for some light to stream into the room. Then he realised, his eyes widening as his stomach backflipped.
Shit, you were in the shower. He definitely shouldn't be here right now.
As Keegan turned to leave, he suddenly felt a wave of nervousness wash over him as the water in the shower stopped running. Fuck. You would be out here any minute now, he had to get out. But of course, the universe had other plans.
The second Keegan spun around to leave, his foot caught on nothing. He cursed has he fell, smacking onto the concrete floor with a loud "Shit!"
He prayed to god that you didn't hear a thing, but the light that flooded the room told him otherwise. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"
You felt your face flush a bright red out of shock and anger as you watched Keegan roll over onto his side, his eyes meeting yours and going wide as saucers.
You knew that what he saw left little to the imagination. You were wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around your body, still soaking wet after leaping from the shower upon hearing a crash from your bedroom.
"I uh..." Keegan fumbled, searching for the right words to say.
Fuck. You were...fuck.
Your glare sent ice through his veins, your eyes narrowing dangerously on his form. "If you get out now, I will pretend this never happened. You have five seconds before I scream, and Simon is only just down the hall-"
Keegan jumped to his feet and raced out of your room before you could even finish your sentence. You watched as he scrambled for your door and disappeared down the hall, a nervous sigh leaving your lips.
You knew Keegan probably had the best intentions, but that didn't stop the embaressment of being caught in your towel from consuming you.
When he saw you the next morning, he apologised profusely, much to the confusion of Simon, Soap and Price. You accepted his apology, and told him that should he mention it again, you woud make sure he suffered a violent end.
#könig x reader#könig#könig imagine#keegan p russ x reader#keegan p russ#keegan p russ imagine#call of duty x reader#call of duty#call of duty imagine
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GIW
part 4 of To Find Rest
ao3
It had been three months. Three months! Since the kids had left and Babs could still not find anything on them. She couldn’t even find where they lived!
She had planted trackers on them, because… Well, she had done it, but it had proven useless. She had been able to track them to Wellsburg where the tracker stayed for approximately fifteen minutes before it went offline and hse hadn’t been able to get the signal back since.
She had looked into the towns around Wellsburg but the only one that was about an hour from there was Elmerton and the kids weren’t on any of their school’s records.
She’d tried looking into the kids themselves, but that had also proven unsuccessful. Nothing came up when she searched their names, not in any database. It didn’t even look like they had social media!
It had gotten to the point where she had asked Tim for help, but he hadn’t even been able to find anything. And now he was curious about why she was looking into a pair of kids. At least he had agreed not to tell Bruce.
Babs sighed, she didn’t understand why trying to find two random kids was so difficult. She needed to find them. The longer it took the more worried she became. What if something happened to them?
Her comm buzzed in her ear.
“Oracle.”
“What’s up, B?”
“I need you to look into some information on an organization I’ve come across. I discovered some men dressed in white trying to break into Wayne Enterprises. They were able to get away, but one of them left behind their badge. I need you to look up anything you can find on the GIW.”
“You got it, B.”
She’d do this, and then she’d keep looking for the kids. She just hoped they’d be safe for a little while longer.
—-
These stupid GIW were hard to find. She could only catch glimpses of the name in hidden governmental documents. She couldn’t even find what the acronym stood for! All she could find was that it was an organization that was created during Luthor’s term as president. That raised a lot of red flags, but she couldn’t do anything about it until she could locate one of their bases.
Hopefully, one of the agents would be spotted again so that they could be followed back to their headquarters or at least questioned.
The corner of her screen glitched. Babs frowned. What was— Her entire screen went dark.
She cursed. This wasn’t good. And then it got even worse as a messed flashed across her still dark screen.
‘STOP LOOKING’
Well shoot.
Then her computer started smoking and sparking before it started melting. She could only stare open mouthed as her computer and her entire set up melted into lumps of metal, glass, circuitry, and wires.
What. In. The. World. Just happened?
She reached up to her comm, but all she could hear was static. She took a deep breath before wheeling herself over to a side table that held her laptop. She worked quickly pulling up the program to reroute the comms through the laptop instead of her Oracle setup.
She winced as loud voices came through.
“What happened?”
“Can anyone hear me?”
“Hello?”
“Oracle!”
“Quiet!” she said and blessed silence fell over the comms. Unfortunately, it only lasted a moment.
“Oracle wha–”
“What is the mea–”
“Why did the comms–
“What’s happen–”
“Silence!” Batman said and the comms went silent once more.
“Oracle, what happened?”
“It will be easier to explain in person. Everyone who’s able should come to the Clocktower. Actually,” she paused, glancing at her melted setup. “We should probably head to the Batcave. The Clocktower might be compromised.”
“Do you think the Batcave is compromised?” Batman said his voice level.
“I don’t think so, but I haven’t had time to check, and I’ll need the Batcomputer to look into it.”
“Fine. Is everyone able to head to the Batcave? Robin and I are already on our way and I’ll have Agent A get Signal.”
“Spoiler and I are on our way.” Dick said.
“Heading there.” Cass said.
“I’ll be a few minutes, I need to break up this attempted robbery first.”
“Hood?” Babs asked.
“What do you need me for?” Jason grunted, followed by the sound of gunfire.
“I’m pretty sure everyone is going to want to know what happened, and I can’t be sure what’s been compromised until I check the Batcomputer.”
“Fine. I’ll be there in a few.'' Then he turned his comm off.
She sighed. “I’ll be there in a few as well.” She looked one more time at her melted set up and took a few pictures to show the bats, she wasn’t sure if the footage from the cameras in the Clocktower would still be viable, then she left.
It looked like the GIW were a bigger threat then she’d initially assumed.
#batfamily#batman#dcu#Danny phantom#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc au#giw#oracle#barbara gordon#barbara gordon is oracle
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So… I don’t really have an update on the costume designer reader, just some more little facts because I can’t help myself. None of this is in any sort of order. I’m treating Reader like a character for now in this post, i will eventually start to use “you” in place of “she/her/reader”
I’ve never really written x reader fanfiction before, so I’ll try my best to make it as inclusive as I can (while being a little self indulgent as a treat)
If y’all have any questions or maybe even requests then please send in an ask!! I want to practice writing!
Various DC characters x fem!reader
Reader is going to Gotham University on a full ride scholarship, but she doesn’t live in the dorms (if the Uni even has dorms because i can’t find any information on it) she has a shitty little apartment, basically a studio apartment because they’re a collage kid and can’t afford shit.
Every so often some small time villain will find their way onto the roof of their apartment building and reader is just chilling outside and she’ll ask “yo… do you have a costume yet?” And she may or may not design something for them or give criticism on whatever they’re already wearing
She asks Superman why he wears tights lol
SPEAKING OF SUPERMAN, i believe when reader goes off to Metropolis, Lois is all over her in like a mother hen kinda way. Giving tips on how to interview people, about asking good questions and keeping their interest
Clark is also there but after reader meets Superman she catches on almost immediately. Because hello, he’s just wearing glasses and fixing up his hair differently, what are the drinking in Metropolis?? (I’m heavily basing this Superman after the 1978 one because he’s so silly and pretty)
Batman/Bruce Wayne definitely has his dad instincts kicking in as soon as he hears about some college kid wanting to talk to VILLAINS that are in ARKHAM going to Gotham University on HIS FULL TERM SCHOLARSHIP.
Damien meets reader with Batman supervising him to make sure he’s not overly rude to reader, and Damien (as Robin) starts asking stuff like “why are you interviewing villains? Frankly that’s stupid and dangerous” and Bruce just scruffs him like a kitten and says goodbye lol
At some point I think Bruce meets reader as Bruce Wayne after one of her classes to be like “hey I’m the one giving you money so you can go to college. I heard about you talking to evil people and while I think that’s dangerous here’s a special ID to get into Arkham so you don’t get kidnapped by random villains on the street. Talk to these people while being supervised please”
His kids make the joke that he’s ready to adopt another kid, but he denies them just to let them freak out (he not gonna but he thinks it’s funny to mess with them like that every once in a while)
Jason follows reader as Red Hood when they’re going to Arkham for the first few months. The visits aren’t often because of classes and work, but they’re at least once a week.
Reader/you work as a work study for the theatre department, meaning reader has access to a lot of different materials and good strong sewing machines. There’s a pretty good sewing machine in the apartment but the university ones can handle thicker materials and can run for a lot longer
I’m kinda debating on including Morpheus/the Sandman just for funsies because I want to write him interacting with a slightly unhinged college student
Anyways that’s it for now, sorry I abandoned this account for so long lol but I’m back! (We’ll see how long that’ll last)
#dc x reader#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#batfamily x reader#batman x reader#superman x reader#lois lane#bruce wayne x reader#dc fanfic
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formula 1 | [2] | across the spiderverse
In which you turn suspicious of your cousin Miles and follow him, only to find out he’s part of a racing gang.
love triangle between hobie, miguel, and you
Part 1 here !!
Unlike every other day in summer vacation, you didn’t wake up with the usual carelessness you wore as you stretched your sore body. Instead, you felt a bit cautious and scared, not going with your usual lazy stretch but just staring at the TLC poster that was plastered on your wall.
You just challenged a gang leader yesterday. The adrenaline wore off and you felt your stomach drop once you realized.
What if he hurts Rio and Jeff? What if he hurts Miles?
Everything felt weird in general and you felt on edge. Like you were-
“WAKE UP Y/N!!” Miles barged into your room and went over to grab a random pillow to hit you but got distracted by his Tamagotchi and went to feed his pet.
“Miles…” Your usually cheery morning voice was replaced with something more of a croak, making Miles look at you with concern.
“Sis…Are you okay?” Miles placed his pet on your desk and went over to hug you. “Your dumbass really got yourself into this huh?”
You pushed him off and let out a dry laugh, “I don’t know Miles, I’m just…scared. I just wanted to look out for you.”
He gave you a sad look and sat on your bed, “You’ll be fine and I can help you, I’m grown up now, man. Let me deal with whatever shit I get myself into-”
You narrowed your eyes at Miles, “Even though I’m in shit with your boss doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you deal with messes by yourself.”
Miles laughed and sighed, “So now that you know…Do you think you could help me and my car right now?”
“Hmmm, not a chance,”
“Oh, whatever!”
………
You called Aaron and told him that you were going to be late and walked to the bodega you went into yesterday with Hobie and Miles. You opened the door and were greeted with the familiar jingle and the shop owner greeting you.
“Que tal, Señora! Buenos dias.” you smiled, waving at her, and grabbed some granola bars and a can of an energy drink to keep you awake.
As you walked to Aaron’s, your eyebrows furrowed at what you saw; a shiny red Lamborghini Diablo parked outside the auto shop. The owner must be an idiot to leave that gorgeous car alone.
You lazily walked through the garage and yawned as you took a bite of your granola bar. “What’s up, man?”
Aaron’s head poked out from the door connecting the garage to the shop. “We have an important client today. I’m sure you saw that gorgeous car so be extra polite today, Y/N! We could get in a good word from this guy.”
Your eyes widened and you smiled. “I gotcha! What does the guy want?”
“Meh, just a tune-up but it’s a nice car so be careful! He wants it done by 6 so make it quick but nice. Imma go get some drinks from the corner shop so I’ll see ya in a bit.”
You laughed, “Don’t kiss his ass when you see him though!”
“Mhm,” He grumbled and took his wallet as he dashed through the door. Aaron then came back and threw the keys at you, “Drive it in here and-”
“Be careful! I know,” you said, rolling your eyes and laughing.
You were then alone with the keys in the empty auto shop and felt giddy. That car was fucking beautiful. You felt more excited when you were behind the wheel, driving it in, and felt nervous with the leather wheel brushing at your fingertips.
“Damn.”
You got working and lifted the hood, inspecting the engine and working on it. Aaron came a few minutes later with some Coke to drink and you finished right before 6.
5:30 to be exact.
“Yo, Unc! I’m finished,” you said, throwing the keys at him and wiping the oil from your face.
“Thanks, man! ‘Preciate it,”
You smiled smugly and crossed your arms with pride, “It’s great and I’m gonna add a sugar cookie air freshener!”
Aaron laughed, “The guy’s outside so once you get it, greet the guy, alright?
“Yeah yeah fine!”
You walked into the front of the shop where there was a wall of air fresheners and you started skimming for one.
Once you picked one, you felt your shoulder feel heavier as someone tapped you and placed their hand on your shoulder.
“So this is where you work huh?”
Oh fuck.
Miguel stood there behind you in all his glory.
“Why are you here?” you said, placing your hands on your hips.
He smirked and wiped his top lip with his Bulls jersey.
“Why would I not be here, mami? That’s my car you’re fixing.”
His smirk changed into a smug expression as he noticed how your face shifted to one of horror.
“Whatcha got there?” he leaned forward and pointed at your hand.
“N-Nothing,” you put the freshener in your pocket and pointed to the door leading to the garage. “Your car’s ready.” You sure as hell weren’t going to waste a sugar cookie air freshener on his stupid ass.
Miguel started walking towards the entrance of the garage and leaned on the wall.
Aaron shined the roof of the car and he jumped up in Miguel’s presence.
“Hi, Mr. O’Hara. Your car is ready!” Aaron smiled. Miguel smiled and smirked evilly back at you and your upset face. “Gracias, mami. I expect to see you tonight.”
WHAT THE FUCKKKK
You could help but feel your face turn red which made him smile even more.
Miguel went over to his car and patted Aaron on the shoulder, giving him a fat stack of 50-dollar bills, “Thank you. Here’s a tip along with the cost. I’m sure I’ll be coming here again for the great service.”
He gazed at you as he said “Great service”. At this point, you felt your face was as hot as the fucking sun.
He looked fine as hell, you couldn’t lie on that. His tan muscles were glistening with the sunset as the tattoo etched on his skin was more evident, making it more beautiful than before when you first met him. His gold chain was sparking all over, the diamonds looking like stars, just like his red ey-
“Y/N, you good?” Aaron tried waving his hand in your face. Your dozed-off expression earned a chuckle from Miguel and you could dig a hole and die.
“I’m gonna go but thanks, Davis. I appreciate it,” Miguel said before going into his car, winking at you, and driving off.
Aaron turned to you and jumped up in glee, “This calls for a celebration! Y/N, I could pay off my debt with this and still get myself something nice.”
Aaron’s giddiness filled up the room until you noticed Miles on the side of the garage door, motioning for you to come out.
“Hey Unc, Imma have to give you a rain check on that celebration. I have to go, man”
His face turned sympathetic and nodded, “I get it. You’re tired? Go get some rest, I’ll see you on Monday.”
You smiled and gave him a hug before grabbing your canvas bag and leaving from the front doors where Miles was already there with Hobie.
“What’s up, Y/N,” Hobie said, dabbing you up before Miles did too.
“Let’s bounce”
You, Miles, and Hobie started walking toward the warehouse before reaching the gate and being met by a girl.
“Hey Morales, what’s up?”
She had blue eyes, blonde hair with pink tips, a side of it shaved, and freckles. She wore a green bomber jacket and black pants with Vans? You couldn’t tell but you could tell she was close with Miles by the way she looked at him.
Hobie nudged at you and whispered, “Look at those two lovebirds.”
She took her focus off of Miles and looked at you two blankly, “Oh hey Hobie. Hi I-Don’t-Know-You”
You raised your eyebrow at her and looked at Miles who felt your sharp glare and spoke, “Y/N Y/L/N this is Gwen, my uh- friend! Gwen, this is Y/N Y/L/N, my cousin!” he said nervously.
She just waved and you felt your expression drop. Oh?
“We have a race today and Miguel wants you to race, Hobie”
“Miguel coulda told me? But alright…And speak of the bloody devil.” He looked beside Gwen to see Miguel walking towards you guys.
He changed out of his jersey into a simple white t-shirt. He smirked once you two locked eyes for a second.
“So you came, Y/L/N? Nice to see you,” he smiled. It was scary due to his intimidating nature.
You took a deep breath and shrugged, “Well of course I have to come on my first day of the job so I’m here.”
He raised his eyebrow in surprise and nodded, “Good to know, and Hobie? You’re racing today.”
Gwen sneered at Hobie and laughed, “Ha! Told you so.”
Hobie rolled his eyes and cracked his knuckles, “Oh whatever.”
He and Gwen started walking and followed Miguel in the warehouse. Miles looked up to you with his eyes wide, “So you’re our new mechanic now?!”
You smiled and shrugged, “I guess? But this is just an opportunity, y’know?” Miles nodded and smiled, “Yeah, let’s go.”
You walked into the colorful warehouse and saw all the beautiful cars, getting ready to go race.
The group stopped where Hobie’s car was; a Jaguar XJR-15 in an electric navy blue.
“You don’t need to do anything, Y/N. It’s still pretty fast and I drove it yesterday so we’re good.”
Before you could say anything, a guy popped out of the car and stretched.
“When are you gonna stop lying, Hobie? I used my amazing mechanic skills and fixed it yesterday.”
He turned around, sighed dramatically, and froze once he saw you.
“Oh you’re new.”
You laughed awkwardly and waved, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”
He yawned loudly and leaned against the car, “I’m Pavitr, probably the BEST mechanic in this place but-“
Gwen rolled her eyes and interrupted him, “Right.”
Miguel frowned and glared at the two, “Shut the shock up right now. Hobie, get in the car”
Hobie saluted to Miguel and shoved Pavitr away, “Yes sir.”
Hobie went inside the car and started driving slowly outside, having Miles and the group follow.
“Y’know it’s nice but not as nice as mine,” Gwen said to you, smirking.
“What car is it?”
“Ahah, 1989 Ferrari Testarossa. It’s so fucking beautiful.”
She motioned to a car parked in a corner of the warehouse. Some people were polishing it and Gwen wasn’t wrong. It was very very nice.
It was pink with black streaks all over it. It was very beautiful and shiny due to the polish.
Once you guys got out of the warehouse gates, Hobie positioned the car next to some other cars getting ready to race.
Gwen went over to one of the girls who was next to Miguel yesterday. She was pretty and had red sunglasses on in contrast to the other girl who had pink ones on, shaped like hearts. “Hey, Jess!”
Jess smiled and hugged Gwen, “Hey Gwen. You ready for the race?”
Gwen nodded and went next to Miles where they started to talk in themselves.
“You’re back!” The girl with pink heart sunglasses went toward you and hugged you.
Miguel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “Lyla?”
“Hi, I’m Lyla! Nice to meetcha-?”
“Y/N, I’m-”
Lyla laughed and sighed, “Of course I know your name, silly! You’re the girl who yelled at Miguel yesterday!”
Your stomach dropped in second-hand embarrassment. Does she still remember that?
“Oh well! Time to get in my place! Have fun!” Lyla ran to her place next to the cars where Jess was to the opposite of her, holding the same checkered flag as Lyla. They both matched each other with the same white dress and hair in ponytails.
“Start your engines!”
You went over to where Hobie was and knocked on his window where he opened it, “What’s up pretty?”
You rolled your eyes and gave him a handshake. You wanted to wish him luck but realized you probably look awkward. “Good luck, S-Punk.”
He smiled and nodded, pulling up the window.
The racers revved their engines getting ready to start until Lyla and Jess motioned their flags.
“Ready…”
You saw Hobie staring at a particular car with a bit of nervousness etched on his face.
“Set…”
With a swift motion, the cars went. And god were they fast.
“Hobie is totally gonna win…” Gwen whispered.
Miguel peered down at you and had a faint smile play at his lips as he saw your amazed expression, “Enjoying the race?”
You nodded energetically and focused on Hobie’s car making sharp turns around the streets.
—
Pavitr looked at you and Miguel, smiling while nudging at Miles, “So new girl and Boss have a thing for each other?”
Miles groaned annoyed, “No? Why do you think that?”
Gwen motioned to you two, as Miguel just looked at you blankly.
All three of them never saw Miguel just look at someone so the sight was a shocker. They huddled up and looked at each other stunned.
“He’s so smiley it’s scary…” Miles whispered.
Gwen nodded, “Damn Miles, so your cousin really is allat and a bag of chips huh?”
Pavitr’s jaw dropped as he whipped his head to your direction where you were laughing at something. “THAT’S YOUR COUSIN MORALES? She’s so fly, man!”
Miles cringed at Pavitr’s words and crossed his arms, “I don’t know but Y/N is just nice like that so whatever.”
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You looked around you and nudged Miguel on the shoulder, getting him to peer down to you, “Well where’s the cool suits and jackets and stuff? The uniforms?”
He snickered and covered his mouth, “What?”
“Well yeah? You guys are supposed to be like a gang team whatever you guys are. I would think you guys have uniforms or jackets?”
Your answer made him laugh even harder before he leaned by your ear and whispered.
“This isn’t Formula 1 racing, sweetheart."
"It’s much more than that.”
a/n- tis a bit short but yeah! thank you guys so much for 100! it means alot ily guys<3333
i’m like still debating if I should discontinue this or go on w it…🧍🏻♀️
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@soilmayo @toaffes @itzsab
#miguel ohara x reader#spiderman 2099#miguel o'hara#across the spiderverse#into the spider verse#miguel o’hara x reader#hobie brown#miles morales#sol (not de janeiro)#spiderman#gwen stacy#hobie x y/n
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EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanons pt 21
Supporting Cast Addition
You know them, you love them, you wished you had character info/ doll of them! It's the supporting characters of EAH!
During EAH run there were many background characters in the show and book that we were curious about. Sadly, some stayed on the pages of the book series or had a limit screen time in the webseries.
I will not do all of the background characters because that would take too long.
Prudence and Charlotte Dorm
Both girls have wicked destinies, but one just wants to dance and the other just wants to play sports.
Prudence and Charlotte Step are Ashlynn's future stepsisters (step cousins) and are destined to be cruel to Ashlynn once the current Cinderella dies and her father marries one of the Evil Step-Librarians.
When, they were first introduced in 'Ashlynn Fashion Frolic' where they hijack Ashlynn's fashion show. In the end they get their karma when Ashlynn's curse turns the designer gowns into potato sacks leaving the sisters humiliate and punished by Headmaster Grimm by putting on a show without his permission and making a mess in the cafeteria.
Like most siblings Prudence and Charlotte share a room both at home and at school.
Due to Ashlynn's destiny she cleans their room and makes their outfits for them. Luckily Ashlynn has her friends and woodland critters to help her. When they befriend Ashlynn they clean their room themselves.
Their room is messy on purpose so Ashlynn will have a hard time cleaning up. Between the Wonderlanders and Sparrow Hood they're in the middle. Sparrow being 1st place, the Steps being 2nd place, and the Wonderlanders being 3rd place.
Their dorm is either the same size as Ashlynn & Briar or Duchess and Lizzie. It's a mixture of both elegant and tacky with a ton of gold motifs. Their canopy beds, vanity sets, and other furniture is made of gold.
Thier divider walls would have pictures of themselves, friends, mother, and aunt. It's not until they become friends with Ashlynn do they add her to the mix.
Prudence (the purple one) has a love for dancing despite not being good at it. Her side of the dorm has a ballet bar, a lot of cds to dance to, and a lot of space to dance.
Charlotte (the red one) has a love of football (and maybe other sports) and has football equipment, trophies, and exercise gear on her side of the dorm.
Lilly-Bo and Muffy's dorm
One loses her sheep every two seconds and one loses her curds after getting scared by a spider.
Both girls are from popular nursery rhymes and have animal companions in their tales.
I'm gonna be honest the reason I paired these two together was because of the pastel aesthetic they had going on with Lilly-Bo having a cottagecore and Muffy maybe having a pastel goth vibe.
Lilly-Bo's side of the dorm:
Lilly-Bo is the future Little Bo Peep and is doing a great job of that by losing her sheep. Not much is known about her due to being a background character except her best friend is the son of the Hero of Haarlem and she loses her sheep.
Lilly-Bo has a total of five sheep whom she cares for despite losing them. Due to their size and how many there are they sleep in the stable like the other large pets at night but can roam around the school with Lilly-Bo during the day.
Lilly-Bo's side of the dorm has a pastel and cottagecore vibe.
Her side of the dorm is filled with sheep motifs. She would have a collection of sheep plushies.
She owns a ton of running shoes to keep up with her sheep and owns a few trophies from track and field.
Due to her destiny Lilly-Bo as a collection of crooks and bonnets for every occasion. She even has bonnets for her sheep.
Muffy's side of the dorm:
Muffy is the future Little Miss Muffet who'll eat curds and whey and gets scared off by a spider. Not much is known about her due to her appearing late in the series, what is known is she's a good business woman with a love of spiders and yo-curd.
Muffy doesn't fear Mr. Spider and are in fact business partners seeing as she runs a frozen yo-curd buisiness.
Mr. Spider is a family fan and a lot of Muffy's products (like the cup she holds above) are inspired by him.
Like I said above about Mr. Spider being an influence of Muffy most of her furniture and clothes have spiderweb designs on them.
She totally has fairy lights and many tuffets throughout her side of the dorm.
She most likely isn't in her dorm that much due to running her business. She mainly uses it for homework, sleep, and to come up with new flavors for her yo-curd stand.
Harley's side of the dorm:
He's the son of a hero who saved the town by flooding with his thumb and is living up to his destiny when he's not distracted.
Not much is known about her due to being a background character except her best friend is Lilly-Bo, he's in Apple's fan club, and he plugs up leaks.
Due to his story, he takes pride in his Dutch heritage and has Dutch design and his room and tulips.
For the sake of irony, he has a waterbed that leaks a lot.
Lilly-Bo gives him blankets and sweaters that are made from her sheep's wool. Harley treasures them and finds them super comfy.
Due to always stopping leaks, Harley has nail kit and bandages to fix broken nails and hand masks to give his hands a break.
He also has repair kits with tape and cement to fix leaks himself.
He's a huge fan of Apple White and has posters and autographs of her surrounding his room.
Tiny's side of the dorm:
He's a giant with a heart as big as he is.
Tiny is the future Giant in Jack and the Beanstalk and despite being the antagonist he's a big sweetheart.
Being the tallest student at Ever After High School he has the biggest dorm in the school, tower, or stays above the clouds in a beanstalk.
His bed is made out of clouds and is one of the softest beds in school.
Before Headmaster Grimm sabotaged him Tiny was on the same dance level as Duchess, and he is very athletic to be on the school's football team. So, his dorm room is big enough for him to move around.
Tiny is athletic and is on many sports teams so he has a case full of trophies, but being a giant the trophies are tiny and are in a little case like a collector with tiny porcelain dolls.
Lily White's side of the dorm:
She's a chess piece set to be queen.
Lily only appeared briefly in 'Way Too Wonderland' so not much is known about her.
Like the other Wonderlanders she is messy most likely doesn't have a roommate due to arriving so late in the year.
Her room is designed like a chess board and chess motifs throughout her room.
Has a canopy bed and other chess furniture.
She'd be into chess and croquet so she has the equipment in her room.
Three Little Pigs and Three Billy Goats Gruff :
Two sets of brothers (maybe triplets) who supply the comic relief in the series.
Both were seen in the beginning of the series until the show decided to replace the Three Little Pigs for the Three Billy Goats Gruff for some strange reason. In my opinion they should've kept both and make them have a rivalry with each other (especially the smallest of the groups).
While the school normally has two to a dorm room the Three Little Pigs and Three Billy Goats Gruff's are the only ones with three to a dorm.
They have triple bunkbeds with the youngest at the top bunk and oldest at the bottom bunk.
Since they're the shortest students their dorm is the same size as Duchess & Lizzie, Cupid & Blondie, or Ramona & Justine.
The room is divided in three sections so each pig and goat gets his own space.
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Reporter’s Notes - Chapter Seven: Toast
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A vashmeryl fic
Author’s Note:
A little follow-up chapter to divulge in the aftermath of the Tristamp group’s drunk shenanigans.
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Meryl slowly woke to the feeling of her tongue being unbearably dry and thick. Her head was splitting and while she had a deep thirst, the thought of consuming water made her already sensitive stomach turn. She tried to sit up, but her head hurt too much and the room was slightly spinning. She flopped back down on her pillow, arm flung over her face. Great, she was the one hungover after she admonished her traveling party to not do what she clearly did. Pot, kettle, black.
She groaned and wiped her face, rallying herself to get up. As she did so, her thumbs grazed her ears and a little warning bell went off. One of her earrings was missing! She grabbed at both ears and was surprised to feel a little round shape hugging her right lobe. She got up quickly, the room spinning more, to hobble to the bathroom and look in the mirror. That was Vash’s earring!
She racked her brain to piece the fuzzy details of the previous night together. She remembered taking shots, Roberto’s comment about a leash… leash! She groaned, face and ears turning bright red. She remembered now… She had somehow gotten the brilliant idea to accost poor Vash by sitting in his lap and swapping their earrings. How embarrassing! What he must think of her!
Her face was all red and the blood that had rushed to it was doing nothing for her hangover. She turned the tap on cold and rinsed her face, palming water pat on her neck. That felt a little better. She sighed and turned the tap off as a loud banging was at her door.
“Yo shortie! Gramps is ready to go! Get a hustle on!” barked Wolfwood.
She winced at the loud noise before answering back, “Just give me ten minutes, I’ll be right out. And keep it down! I’m sure there are other people still trying to sleep!” Really, she just wanted peace herself. She heard him reply, “Righto,” as his footsteps dissipated.
She huffed, getting her toothbrush and paste out. It would be nice to get the gross aftertaste of her consumption from the night before out of her mouth. She brushed her teeth, trying to recollect the rest of the evening with no luck. The most she could remember was spinning around. She spat and grabbed her comb to untangle the mess that was now her hair. She looked awful. Today was going to be a day of comfortable clothes.
Meryl gathered her toiletries and pulled a hoodie and some fresh leggings out of her bag. She quickly changed and looked by the door where she usually kept her shoes… they weren’t there. She looked around the room and spotted them placed neatly on the floor by the bed. Odd… she knew she was too drunk to do anything but kick them off, if she had the sense to even take them off before falling asleep. Did someone take her to her room? She racked her brain and couldn’t remember.
Another knock on the door, “Newbie! Let’s go! You should’ve had plenty of beauty rest by now.”
“Yeah, yeah… I’m coming!” She slammed on her shoes and grabbed her packed bag to head out the door with Roberto.
“God, you look like hell,” Roberto said, looking down at her.
“Gee, thanks. You notice when I don’t look good and can’t give me a compliment when things are normal or even call me by my actual name.” She grimaced at him. She was not in the mood for their back and forth this morning.
“What did you kids get up to last night?” He asked. “I took the rest of the bottle with me to my room to keep you three from getting dumber than I left you.”
She just glowered at him and pulled her hood over head, tightening the drawstrings. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and walked ahead.
“I see… so we feel as good as we look this morning,” Roberto chuckled.
Meryl snapped her head back at him. “Enough with the mockery, I really can’t handle it right now.”
“I see that… Go on ahead to the truck then. I gotta grab the Stampede. He’s been downstairs wolfing down breakfast for the past half hour. He seems chipper this morning, so you guys couldn’t have had that much of a time.” He waved her off, going down the stairs.
“Of course Vash would be fine,’ she thought to herself, putting on her sunglasses. He was at least twice as big as her and had the same amount of drinks. She really shouldn’t have taken the bait when he taunted her with the extra shot.
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She made it out to the truck and tossed her bag in the trailer, when Wolfwood appeared.
“Good Morning, little lady,” he drawled, leaning down to her and sliding her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose. She squinted against the harsh morning sun and the sharp pain that hit her temples.
“Ugh! Get off me!” She snapped, swatting his hand away.
He just laughed at her, “You look like shit. Were my dance moves too much for you last night?” He exhaled a plume of cigarette smoke in her face.
Meryl coughed at the smoke and strong smell of nicotine. “Dance moves…?” Meryl thought for a moment, trying to jog her memory. The spinning! “If you call treating your dance partner like a rag doll, then sure…”
“Ouch! I gave you a thrill and that’s the thanks I get?” He put his hand to his chest in mock hurt.
“Mornin’ Meryl!” A vivacious Vash chirped.
Meryl grimaced at the bright sound of his voice and put her hand up to hold her head. Another sharp stab in the temple.
Vash looked down at her concerned, “Is something wrong?”
“Yeah, the newbie is hungover,” Roberto said, coming up behind Vash. He put a brown paper bag in Vash’s hands and a to-go coffee cup. “Here, sit in the back with her and make sure she eats this. I guess I’ll have to be the driver today.” He walked to the driver’s side door, “Just another way my newbie found to limit my drinkin’ and smokin’. Talk about shit luck.”
Wolfwood got into the passenger side front seat while Vash followed Meryl to the seat behind him, clearly ready to help her if need be.
“I got it,” she groused and clumsily hauled herself up the truck. Vash didn’t move until he saw that she was seated and shut the door for her. Meryl took off her sunglasses, propped her elbow on the armrest and rested her head in her hand. She felt the rock of the truck as Vash hauled himself in on the others and did his best to quietly shut the door. ‘At least one of them was considerate,’ she thought.
Roberto started the truck up, put it in gear, and they were on their way.
Vash only waited about five minutes before he scooted the brown bag to her and held out the coffee, “You should eat, it’ll help.”
Meryl turned to look at him. He looked so worried and pathetic. She was going to refuse since her stomach didn’t feel up to it, but she got the feeling that saying no to him would be like kicking a puppy.
She silently took the coffee from him and gave it a sip. Her stomach still felt sensitive, but the heat and richness of the black coffee did quell down some of the other symptoms of her hangover. She took one hand and opened the top of the bag. Inside was a couple of pieces of plain toast. Right, hangover breakfast.
Meryl took a piece out and a bite when Roberto asked, “So, what did you three get up to after I left last night?”
“Needle-noggin was playing some honky tonk piano like a madman. I thought he was going to set it on fire, but instead he got everyone dancing.”
Vash gave a bashful grin up at Roberto in the rearview mirror.
“I was there for that part… but this old drunk didn’t want to participate. That’s when I called it a night.” Roberto said.
“Oh yeah…” Wolfwood mused as he knocked the ash end of his cigarette out the truck window.
“Meryl danced with Wolfwood!” Vash piped in, chuckling.
“No…” corrected Meryl, “Wolfwood accosted me and swung me around like a sack of potatoes. I thought I was going to throw up.”
“Nahh… you had a blast, shortie.” Meryl could see his shoulders shaking from silently laughing at her. “What I really enjoyed was your performance, little lady,”
“Performance?” Interjected Roberto, “What did you do, newbie?”
“Oh, Vash got her to sing to the whole crowd. He joined in too, but it sounded like someone was strangling a thomas. The crowd loved our tiny reporter though. That’s when she passed out and Vash had to carry her to bed.” Wolfwood looked into the rearview mirror at Meryl, smirking.
She had finished her toast and most of her coffee at this point in their ‘recollection’ but she got suddenly embarrassed at being called out for her drunk antics. She forgot about the singing! And it was Vash who took her to bed?! She set the bag and cup down on the floor before laying down on the bench and turning to face the back of the seat, pouting.
“Hey now, guys, Let’s take it easy on her… she’s not feeling good,” Vash said, rubbing her shoulder with his prosthetic hand.
“Are you kidding me blondie? Now’s the time to play with her, she’s too out of it to spit her usual fire.” Wolfwood grinned into the mirror at Vash. Vash just countered him with an unamused expression.
Meryl was too out of it to really jab back. She did, however, notice that Vash’s hand on her shoulder wasn’t as hard or uncoordinated as she anticipated, given that it was a prosthesis. It was uncharacteristically light and had the same delicate movements as a normal hand. She knew it was lost technology, but was still perplexed by its movements and material.
Vash lowered his voice to her, “It’s okay, Meryl. I was the biggest fool out of everyone last night. I told you I get silly when I drink!” He took a finger to pull back her hood a little and smile down at her.
Meryl just turned her head more into the seat and let out a big sigh. Vash chuckled a little before proclaiming, “Oh yeah! My earring!”
Meryl had her eyes closed, but felt his real hand gently unclasp it from her ear. “Since we’re not drunk anymore, we don’t need our leashes!” She heard him laugh at his own little joke.
“I guess it worked, though,” Roberto said. “You too managed to stay in the inn all night.”
Meryl felt cold and warm fingers gently attach her earring to her ear. Vash placed her hood back over her face and gave her head a light pat.
“Ugh… you two act sickenly sweet sometimes. Did anyone ever tell you how much alike you are?” Wolfwood complained looking at Vash in the rearview mirror.
“I have,” Roberto answered, “A few times. They’re both bleeding hearts with no regard to their own safety.”
“You got that right, gramps. It’s a good thing they have each of us to babysit them.” Wolfwood said.
“Yeah… I guess, but that wasn’t in my original job description,” Roberto groused.
Wolfwood just chuckled at him.
Meryl decided that rather than listen to them talk about her, or Vash, she was just going to sleep off her hangover. As she drifted off, Vash’s left hand still resting on her shoulder, she thought of all the little instances in their time together that proved how similar her and the Typhoon were.
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Well shit… that chapter was longer than I planned. Oh well
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The Death of Me.
Summary: Just some Jason Todd x reader smut. Reader is a henchwoman for Black Mask. Red Hood puts a stop to some of Black Masks business and you’re caught up in it. It is clear there is a history there.
Content warning: 18+ content. Minors do not interact. This is just all smut...There is plot if you look real close. There is a dusting of dub-con and degredation but nothing too severe.
Additional: I haven’t written in several years so please don’t be rude.
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He had burst through the doors, guns blazing and putting a foot in the Black Masks business again. Fucking Red Hood.
Moments prior, everyone had been drinking, laughing or smoking and playing a card game while they waited for their orders. Hell one of the guys was even asleep.
Now they lay strewn across the floor at grotesque and painful angles. Some of them stirred but most lay in a pool of their own blood, unmoving with limbs twisted in unnatural ways.
A table lay on its side riddled with bullet holes while another was entirely broken in half and the cards lay scattered through several pools of blood while at least one chair was smashed to pieces after being used on some unfortunate bastard. They would not be getting up any time soon and you doubted they could afford the hospital bill that would follow this night.
It was truly a mess and now? Now you were pressed up against a wall with a gun to your head while your old friend turned supposed enemy smirked down at you. Black Mask was going to be furious. You were furious. Just when the cards had been turning in your favour too.
“I told you not to get in my way again and yet…here you are” he drawled, pressing the gun harder to your skin, leaning in until you could feel his breath fanning over your face. “I told you I would kill you if I had to”.
The gun was pressed firmly to your temple and his arms caged you in preventing you from leaning away from the heat still radiating off of the barrel.
Still, you matched his darkening gaze, refusing to look away or let him even think for a second that you were afraid of him.
You should hate him. Really you should but he is making it so damn difficult. Towering over you and glaring like that. Harder still when you spy the corner of his lips quirking as he stares down at you, amused as you match his glare with one of your own. You should hate that dumb smirk and should loathe that stupid mask he wore beneath his visor. You should be wiping that fucking smirk off of his face, preferably with your fist.
Why did he have to be so damn gorgeous. It made hating him difficult. Why did you have to get lucky and shatter his visor to reveal that pretty face beneath. You swore it had cost you the fight, you would’ve been able to take him if he hadn’t been so fucking pretty.
“And I am starting to doubt how badly you want to kill me” you couldn’t help but spit that out “You keep telling me you’ll kill me but you never do, you just let me run away hoping I will be a good little girl. I’m starting to think you like me, Jason”.
That was about where it all went drastically wrong. Or right, it's a matter of perspective.
The helmet had been pulled off and carelessly tossed aside and his gun had been thrown onto a surface nearby but out of her reach.
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Now your shirt was missing half its buttons and gaping open with your bra on full display. And what was more, Jason fucking Todd was on his knees before you with your legs pinned over his shoulders, his mouth on your clit and two fingers buried deep within your soaking core.
“One of these days I’m going to kill you” he growled against you, dragging his teeth gently over your clit in a silent threat. His fingers curled inside you, making your thighs clench and your hips buck for him.
“Mmm and maybe one day, Jay, you will mean that '' you bite out as your head drops back against the wall.
“Or maybe you’ll be the death of me…or this divine cunt will get me killed” you could feel him smirking against you then “Can’t think of a better way to go” he thrust his fingers deeper into you to make a point which caused your back to arch and your grip on his hair to tighten.
You must be hurting him but he didn’t seem to care and you’d long since stopped trying to fight him off. There was no point. He had one arm wrapped around your thigh to keep you still and that hand was all he needed to keep you in place.
Helpless to do anything more than revel in the pleasure he insisted on stealing from you. Your chest was flushed as it rose and fell rapidly, your panting and moaning was echoing around you both and he seemed determined to pull more from you. Every little sound you made seemed to drive him into something of a frenzy for more as he feasted on you like a starved man.
But gods was it good. He looked breathtaking with his face buried between your lovely thighs.
It had started as one of those mind melting kisses from him that left you wobbly at the knees and had promptly escalated to him tearing your shirt open and effortlessly tearing the front of your pants open so he could claim his prize. You couldn’t remember who started it, you remembered his growl when you reached down to cup him through his pants but you also remembered the way he slid that devilish tongue of his between your lips and your mind had gone decidedly fuzzy after that.
If it was fuzzy then, it was decidedly blank now. All you could focus on was the delicious stroke of his fingers, the way he ran his tongue over you, feasting on you. You could feel common sense oozing out of your brain with every thrust of his fingers.
You couldn’t even hang on to anything but him. The bastard had made sure your focus was entirely on him and nothing else. He was needy that way…or was it greedy, you weren’t sure any more.
That delicious sensation was building with each stroke and you were writhing on his shoulders.
“Jason! Fuck, don’t you dare stop” you managed to cried out, your words twisted into a cry when he curled his fingers cruelly within you and picked up the pace. The world was spinning and you could only pull on his hair more, your other hand flying to his wrist on your thigh as you tried to squirm free. You thanked whatever gods were out there as he got rougher and quicker with you. The intensity of the pleasure was almost too much, it burned from the soles of your feet to the back of your mind and part of you wanted to escape it but he held fast.
“Thats it Princess” he was crooning against your core, his hot breath washing over you as he picked up his pace, taking a moment to just admire you “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re like this you know, thats it baby. Let me have it” his teeth sunk playfully into the flesh of your thigh before diving back in. He knew you were close by the way you were all but hyperventilating and the high pitched keening moans that kept spilling past your lips.
It was like something hot snapped and poured up your spine as he drove you careening over the edge. Your thighs clenched either side of his head and eyes rolled back with bliss, your vision had gone white from the intensity of your climax but the bastard wasn’t stopping or slowing down, he wanted you at his mercy and that meant taking you for all you were worth. You were only vaguely aware of the harsh cry you let out as you came with his name on the tip of your tongue.
It wasn’t until you began desperately trying to push his head away while squirming in his grip and pleading with his name over and over again that he pulled away.
Slowly he scattered kisses along your thighs. His gaze never leaves yours while the bastard pulls his fingers from you, his eyes gleam with mischief when he hears you whine at the loss of his fingers within you. He grins like a cheshire cat seeing the mess you’ve made for him. His lips ghost over your hips as he lets you come down from your high but his eyes never leave yours and that hunger burning within makes you tremble.
He sets back on his haunches and pulls you into his lap so you are straddling his lap. His lips are on yours in an instant. You can taste yourself on his tongue and can’t help but groan as you melt into him.
It's only now that you can feel how hard the man has gotten, you can feel him throb even through the material of his pants.
He lifts you with him while dropping you to your feet, steadying you before turning you to face the wall and kicking your legs apart to leave you wide open for him. Your hands shot out to brace yourself against the wall while he reaches around to grasp your jaw in one hand.
“Open your mouth” he groans at your ear “Open your fucking mouth-attagirl” slipping the two fingers that had previously been buried deep within your core moments earlier, forcing you to taste yourself. He used this grip on your jaw to pull your head back to look back at him as he placed a messy kiss at the corner of your mouth before pulling away. He was panting slightly and the heat of his breath washed over your cheek as he moved his lips to your ear, running the tip of his tongue over the shell before he began snarling more wicked words that made you quake.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you” he emphasized each word by using his free hand to rip what was left of your clothing away from your body “I’m going to ruin you, I’m going to have you dripping around my cock. You hear me? And then I’m going to paint you in my cum so that Black Mask knows you’re mine. He’s going to know that his favourite new enforcer is my little fucking whore and he’s going to know…just how much you love it”.
The sound you let out around his fingers is weak and desperate. His words shot sparks of heat all down your spine to between your thighs, making you ache.
Vaguely you could hear the sound of a zipper being pulled and rustling behind you before he pulled his fingers from your mouth.
He had turned you so he could meet your gaze and gods what a sight. His pupils were blown so wide that it made his eyes seem black with lust, his lips and chin were glistening with your pleasure and his cheeks were flushed gloriously. You couldn’t look away and his smug sneer betrayed his pride. You could feel him press up against you, letting you feel his hard length against your back and you couldn’t suppress the excited shiver or the whimper that left you.
“Please Jason, please fuck me” it was hard to miss the pathetic neediness to your voice as you pressed back against him “I need it”.
“Fuck Princess look at you” he purred “Look at how pathetic you are and I have barely even started. You look so perfect like this…dripping wet and begging for my cock” his teeth snag your earlobe and you can feel the chuckle deep in his chest before you can hear it.
He reaches down between the two of you to grasp himself firmly in his fist. The other hand guides you to lean over for him, pushing your hips out invitingly for him to have his way with you.
He was pressed against your slick entrance, teasingly rubbing the length through your folds until you let out a drawn out, demanding moan for him. Your skin was ablaze already and your slick thighs quivered with anticipation.
He sunk into you so fast and so deep that he instantly ripped the air from your lungs. Your eyes rolled back and you rocked up onto the tips of your toes as if you might topple over. You felt so deliciously full and you struggled to regain your train of thought. When he let out a deep groan, your walls fluttered around him in delight while his grip on your waist tightened.
“That’s it pretty girl, all of it” he grunted as he pressed his lips to a point just below your ear “Fuck your cunt is going to be the death of me, I can feel you squeezing me. Imagine if he could see you like this-No!” he suddenly bit out. “No one else gets to see you like this, you hear me? This cunt” he reached down between your thighs and ran his fingers over your clit, making you jolt against him “This pretty little pussy is mine, only I can make you feel this good right. You don’t get to just walk away this time”
You bare your teeth in frustration and push your hips back to him, your walls clenching around him. If he didn’t move soon, you thought you might spontaneously combust.
“Jason…please. Just shut up and fuck me already or I might start thinking you’re all bark and no bite!” you choke on your words, unable to form thoughts let alone more words when he viciously snapped his hips to you.
“That what you’re needing pretty girl” his breath was hot against your cheek until he trailed a series of messy open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck “Don’t say I’m not good to you” though his voice was strained with pleasure, you couldn’t miss the amusement dripping from his words. This was how he liked you. Pathetic, dripping wet and at his mercy. You couldn’t pretend to hate him so easily when he had you impaled on his cock.
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He had quickly escalated to teeth clattering thrusts that made your eyes cross and your toes curl. The bastard was determined to squeeze every sound he could from you and he wanted you to fall apart, to come undone around him as he thrust into you but he also seemed determined to draw it out. Just when you were on the brink, he would slow it down, thrusting deep and slow while you could feel that fucking smile against your cheek. It went in a vicious circle like that, speeding towards release only for him to back off just enough to drag it out.
His hand at your throat pinned you back to his chest. The other hand was still firmly on your waist and you strongly suspected you would have bruises from his fingertips biting into your flesh.
It hadn’t taken long before your cries and his name echoed around the room like some messy prayer to an unforgiving god. No, not a god, a demon. You were sure your nails were going to leave marks on the wall as you clawed at it in your frenzy until you reached behind you to twine your fingers into his lush hair.
“Are you close, pretty thing?” his teeth scraped over your jaw before his lips were at your ear. His breaths were harsh, feral even and the ungodly sounds this man was making may have you careening towards the edge if he kept this up. “You are going to cum for me aren’t you. Just like the needy little bitch I knew you were. You’re going to cum around my cock”. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder, hard enough to pull a squeal from your lips between all the animalistic sounds. His words just seemed to slide off of your consciousness as you spiralled closer to your release.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop! If you don’t let me cum I am going to fucking kill you” the worlds tumbled messily from you.
The sound of skin on skin. Fuck you could hear how wet you were with every thrust and could feel yourself dripping down your thighs but you didn’t care. He had you right on the precipice of a violent orgasm and he was showing no signs of stopping this time. That burning sensation was back and you could do little more than plead with him not to stop. He was the only thing keeping you upright any more.
“Oh don’t you worry, baby” he grunted, lips curling into that devious smile that got you into so much trouble in the first place “We’ve barely gotten started. I told you. I won’t let you walk away this time”.
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Bang Chan Drabble, “bunny.”
anon asked:
hii, could you do a 3racha!college AU where jisung and bin mock chan for having a crush on fem!reader? like he zones out while looking at her in class or something? and could you make y/n’s nickname bunny? its not my nickname whaaat, absolutely not, what on earth got you thinking that??? o.o
oh absolutely, bunny, what a random nickname, could in no way shape or form be yours, pffft, surely not (>‿◠) also: this got AWAY from me yo..
word count: 1484
warnings: i did not proof read lmao, i also wrote this at like 2am so i have no clue if anything makes sense ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
one tired face after the other. shivering bones hidden away under massive hoodies and comfortable clothing. the oxygen almost completely replaced with the steam from travel mugs overflowed with coffee, the occasional can of red bull making an appearance. nothing sucked the life out of you quite like a 7am class; on a monday.
when jisung had signed up for the class, he had not thought it through in the slightest, which was why he had his hood pulled over his head, lightly snoring away as his head was securely nudged into his arms on the table in front of his auditorium seat.
changbin knew already before he signed up that it was a bad idea, but he had no choice. it was the only time the class didn’t collide with any other of his lectures. he was sat there, staring at the screen at the front of the auditorium as if his life depended on it. he knew his friend was fast asleep right next to him, and he knew that if he looked over, he would get too tempted to doze off, so he kept his eyes fixed on the screen, not daring to move.
on the other side of him sat chan, a man who had seriously considered using red bull instead of water when he made his coffee that morning. the only reason he was sitting there with a mug of regular coffee, was because one of his roommates had drank the last one. it didn’t seem to have helped him though, as he was fast asleep one person over.
chan, changbin and jisung lived together in a flat just off campus, about a six-minute walk from the west wing of the massive college they all attended. even though they had this, and about three other classes together, they didn’t have the same major. chan and changbin were studying music production, while jisung studied music history.
“oi, wake up.” chan whispered as he leaned over changbin and nudged jisung awake. he sat up in a startled manner, looking around himself with his hood still over his face. changbin chuckled as he pulled the hood off of him, leaving jisungs hair in a mess that went every which way. the sight had chan snickering as well, causing a few other students to look their way.
one of the faces that turned was a girl diagonally behind them, one chan had grown familiar with. she was in a few of his lectures and he had noticed her around campus. the first time he saw her he had halted in his steps, and jisung had walked straight into his back, chan was completely caught off guard by her. the way she carried herself, how she lit up the room around her, everything. that was the day it all started, the boys mocking him for his little crush.
“your girlfriend is looking over here.” changbin leaned over and whispered to chan, while still facing the screen where the lecture had begun. chan used his arm to smack changbin’s stomach, having changbin double over slightly.
the rest of the lecture, chan couldn’t focus. he didn’t know if he really felt a pair of eyes burning holes in his head, or if it was just his mind playing tricks on him. he wanted it to be her, but at the same time, he prayed that it wasn't. if it had been her, she would have seen him spill coffee down his chin, dripping onto his light blue hoodie, leaving a stain above the logo across his chest.
but at the same time, had it been her, maybe she would have seen him stretch his neck, showing off his jawline, or maybe she saw when he ran his hand through his hair, adjusting the mess of curls on the top of his head.
“you there?” he suddenly snapped back to life when changbin gently kicked him. his two friends had by now gotten to his feet, ready to leave the auditorium along with the rest of the students. chan looked around him and saw that nearly everyone had either left or was trying to push through the door at the back of the room. even the girl.
“yeah, sorry. tired.” he scraped together an excuse before he too got to his feet and grabbed his things.
by now, the three boys found themselves sitting on the steps leading down to the quad behind the university, talking about something random, as they usually did between lectures. the sun was shining down on them, and the spring warmth let them walk about without a jacket, their hoodies being enough.
“i have no idea what i’m doing for the essay in music history, bro. i’m lost.” jisung admitted while they were on the topic of their upcoming assignments. chan then offered him some help since he had taken music history as an extra class the year prior, as he had had some extra time on his hands.
“i’ll help you out, don’t worry. i’m pretty sure the assignment details are the same as last year.” chan said, and took a sip from his water bottle; however, mid-sip, someone tapped his shoulder. he turned around in his seat on the steps and looked up to see her, the girl. his eyes widened slightly and he quickly swallowed the water, it almost getting caught in the wrong pipe, but just almost.
“hi, so sorry, but i couldn’t help but overhear you talking about the music history assignment?” it was the first time chan had heard her speak. he had no idea what he expected her voice to sound like, but it wasn’t this- it was better, maybe, he didn’t know. he didn’t know anything, all of a sudden. his mind went blank, and it was like he forgot how to talk.
“yeah, you’re in my class, aren’t you?” jisung spoke up, seeing as chan was unable to. the girl nodded, and sat down with them like changbin then asked her to. she seemed stiff, like if she was nervous to talk to them. “what’s your name?” jisung added.
chan just kept looking at her, he almost couldn’t believe she was sitting there, two steps below him, talking to them. well, to jisung and changbin at least.
“-but my friends just call me bunny.”
shit, he had missed her name. how could he miss her name? he had been wanting to know it forever, and there she was, telling him, but still, he missed it.
“so we just call you bunny then?” jisung asked, and she nodded with a bright smile, overjoyed at how kind and welcoming the boys were. “well, i’m jisung, this is changbin, and it seems the cat has gotten chan’s tongue over there.” he chuckled as he introduced them.
“ah, sorry. yeah, i’m chan.” he finally spoke up, trying to seem as casual as possible about it, that it had been completely natural that he had just let them talk without saying anything. it seemed like it worked, cause the girl, bunny, just nodded and gave him a smile.
conversation then lead them to the essay both she and jisung had due in a few weeks. she first asked jisung whether or not he could help her, but he soon revealed that he was at as much of a loss as she was, but chan saw his opportunity, and he took it.
“i took the class last year, i wouldn’t mind helping you out,” he said, a kind smile on his face. bunny lit up, nodding like a mad man and thanking him about a million times. bunny and chan ended up exchanging numbers. her phone then went off, and she let them know she had to leave, and bid them goodbye. and with that, she left.
the boys remained quiet after she left. chan stayed quiet so he could process what just happened, and the two others sat in silence to eye chan, waiting to see if he was going to explode.
“am i dreaming?” chan turned to them and broke the silence, asking them in a tone that they quickly translated to be completely serious. changbin snorted at the question, while jisung gave him a look of smiling disbelief.
“every time you’ve seen her the last like two months, you’ve become a mess- and that’s just from looking at her! but when she sits down with you, you’re suddenly cool, calm and collected?” jisung tried to do the math, but it didn’t add up.
“i was cool, calm and collected? thank god, i was so sure i blacked out.” chan sighed in relief, this only adding to what was now the uncontrollable laughter coming from changbin.
i hope you liked it!! feel free to request again!
-ben♡
#kpop#kpop scenarios#kpop reactions#kpop one shot#kpop requests#kpop drabble#stray kids#skz#stray kids scenarios#stray kids requests#stray kids one shots#stray kids reactions#stray kids drabble#3racha#bang chan#changbin#jisung#han#cb97#j.one#spearb
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punching the guy who broke your best friend’s heart at prom + Bobby/anyone. I just wanna see Bobbert punch someone.
Bobby had no idea what in the world he was doing here. Prom had never been a milestone that he saw himself attending. But the guys had begged and plead, and well, now he was here. Scowling near the wildly under spiked punch as his friends twirled around the floor.
A few giggly girls had tried to lure him into a dance, but Bobby had merely growled at them, and they had scurried away. Dancing was definitely not him, and when all his friends have dates for the evening, Bobby had spent more time standing off in the corner than anything else.
He scanned over the floor, taking in the gyrating bodies, looking for his friends. Luke and Julie were swaying together, despite the fast paced song. Flynn and Carrie were happily bouncing along to the beat, and despite Bobby's tumultuous relationship with his cousin, he was glad that she had someone like Flynn in her life.
Scanning further, he spied Reggie and Willie twirling nervously, neither of them quite comfortable dancing with each other yet, but decided that if their brand new relationship could withstand prom, it could withstand anything.
But wait... where was Alex? Bobby couldn't see him and Dante anywhere on the floor. Then he saw Alex, storming away from the men's room, tears streaming down his face.
Bobby was about to chase after him when he saw Dante leave the restroom, with fucking Fuego hanging off of him, the both of them having swollen lips, and missing top buttons. At this, Bobby saw red. He may not get the whole dating thing most days, but absolutely nobody messed with his friends and got away with it!
He stalked towards the seemingly happy couple, a murderous look on his face. "Yo! Mendoza!"
"Whaddya want Shaw?" Dante asked, looking at him unimpressed.
"You hurt my buddy, so I get to make you hurt," Bobby replied menacingly. Dante scoffed, looking at Fuego with a incredulous look on his face. Bobby was more than happy to wipe that look away, threw back his fist and decked Dante so hard the guy was laid out on the shiny gymnasium floor, clutching his jaw. "I warned you when you started dating Alex not to cross me. Try it again and you'll be eating through a straw."
With that, Bobby turned, avoiding the angry looking faculty member heading his way, shouldering past the lookie-loos, and searching out Alex. He finally found him, slumped outside the school, head in his knees, trying to muffle his sobs into the scratchy fabric of his rented tuxedo pants. Bobby slide down next to him, silent and waiting.
"I'm fine Bobbers," Alex murmured. "Really."
"No you're not, and I don't blame you for not being fine. Mendoza is a jerk, and I socked him good for doing that to you. Plus I always hated that guy, so I was waiting for him to screw up so I had the excuse."
"You're gonna get suspended for fighting one of these days," Alex lectured, sniffling and wiping at his watery red eyes.
Bobby shrugged at that. "We have like six weeks of school left, I highly doubt it. Plus they want me to letter in rugby, they gotta let me stay in school."
"You're not going to be allowed back in the prom though."
Bobby's head slid back at that, colliding with the harsh brick wall, gazing up at the starry sky. "That's okay. I only really came for you guys, and I doubt you're going back in. So I'll just stay with you."
"I don't really want to stay either. Can we drive somewhere?"
Bobby nodded, and that was how they found themselves driving away from the school, heavy metal blasting through the ancient van speakers. Going through a Wendy's drive thru for Frostys and fries. Pulling up to a deserted look out point, which would surely be overflowing with cars once prom let out for those who couldn't score a hotel room for the night. They sat in companionable silence, enjoying their treat sitting on the hood of Bobby's van.
"You know what, this beats out anything the real prom could have dished out," Bobby said as he scooped the last bit of Frosty out of the cup, the salt of the fry and the sweetness of the chocolate making an excellent combination.
"I'm just bummed I only got one dance," Alex grumbled.
Bobby held up a finger at that, hopping down, and switching the radio to some easy listening station where the beginning strains of an old timey slow song was playing. He offered Alex a hand.
"B-but you don't dance!" Alex protested, even as his hand slid into Bobby's and he let himself be gliding down into his embrace.
"For you I do," Bobby whispered, twirling them around in a circle. Song after song, until they were all but melted into each other. Until the other cars started arriving, and they left without a word, but as Bobby dropped Alex off, they both agreed that it had been the perfect prom experience.
"Maybe.. maybe next year we can go together?" Alex suggested.
"I'd like that," Bobby replied, pressing a tiny kiss to Alex's lips before giving him a rare, genuine smile and driving away.
#filled prompts#ficlet#bolex#julie and the phantoms#first time writing this pairing so hopefully it's okay
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Check Up (FEM)
Yandere Moondrop x FEMReader
MINORS DNI
Word count: 1,504
I forgot what my writing style was so um... this may seem a little different, sorry.
(MASC version coming soon)
(Sun's POV will be SUBSundrop so look out for that)
Description: Every Robot needs a check-up every once in a while, unfortunately for you, you were tasked with the unsavory job of maintaining the daycare attendant. Well maybe unsavory for some, but not for you, it was actually kind of sweet~
Tags: Masochism, Sadism, Impact play, Dom, Gagging, Humiliation, Implied voyeurism, Objectification, Edging, Orgasm control, Fingering, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex.
The room felt cold around you, the hard concrete of the maintenance room making it difficult not to freeze to death, it didn't help that corporate were a bunch of cheapskates anyway. It was just your luck, you were assigned the most difficult animatronic to deal with, you would have even chosen Monty over this stick bug of a guy, but nope, here you were, stuck fixing the one and only, Moondrop.
"Figures they'd make the new guy do it," you muttered to yourself, looking over the computer bolted to the desk for, "safety reasons".
This guy was a mess, it looked like no one had been able to touch him in months. He was most likely filled to the brim with glitter glue. Letting out a long sigh, you rolled your eyes, preparing yourself for the long night ahead.
"Let him in please." You radioed in, knowing full well the rest of your team was waiting for your signal. They were sick.
"Good luck new kid" a crackly voice responded, a maintenance door to your left swinging open revealing a lanky animatronic standing obediently at the door.
You gave him a quick once over, watching for any sign of aggression in this big guy.
"Alright, Moon... commence command 736."
The animatronic looked at you quizzically, his faceplate tilting slightly. Stepping forward he ducked beneath the door, his large hands placed on the sides of the doorframe, leaving deep gouges where his claws met the concrete.
"Naughty~ Naughty~ Talking to me like that... like a dog, when I should be the one giving commands."
You jumped back in surprise, "You're sentient?"
You watched as his full body came into view, he was much taller than you had remembered. He didn't respond to your question, standing before you, his red eyes staring daggers into your skull.
"W-well this is just a checkup... I'm just here to give you a quick cleaning and tuning..." You stuttered, trying to hide behind the computer.
"Oh is that so?" The animatronic whispered, stepping closer, quickly clearing the room in one stride.
Suddenly you were lifted up by your neck, your air supply cut off by Moon's large hands encasing your neck. You coughed, gripping onto his wrists as you were lifted into the air and slammed against the wall.
The animatronic stared at you with hooded eyes, studying your face as you gasped for breath, clawing at his fingers, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He loosened his grip slightly, wedging his leg between your legs, using his torso to pin you to the wall instead.
You gasped, your head still dizzy from the lack of oxygen, "What the fu-"
Before you could finish your sentence his hand moved up to cover your mouth, harshly gripping your cheeks.
"Cursing isn't permitted around me, besides I don't want to hear anything coming from you unless it's my name." He growled, making your eyes widen, "You really think I didn't know you were working on me today? I pay attention, I am sentient after all." He chuckled, letting your face go.
You opted not to say anything, instead, glancing around for an escape, your failsafe command wouldn't work on him, seeing as the first time you had tried he had ignored you.
He chuckled, taking note of your obedience, "Good girl~"
You could feel your face heat up at this, internally cursing yourself at the slight voice in your head telling you how hot this was.
Moondrop leaned in, planting soft kisses along your neck making you gasp.
"M-Moon-"
"Shhhh Moonbeam, I know you want this, you think I didn't notice?"
"Notice?" You squeaked, feeling his lips stretch into a smile.
"Your desperate scrolling through those... fanfictions, how much you would stare at Sun during your so-called 'innocent' check-ins... you have a thing for us, don't you?"
You shuddered in response, not answering him.
"You don't have to say a single thing, doll~ Your body betrays you~"
Slowly he started rubbing his leg over your soaking core, a soft moan escaping your lips subconsciously, making you bite your lip to stifle any more from escaping.
Moon didn't seem to like that. Gripping your face once again he bit down on your shoulder. You cried out in pain, giving Moon the opportunity to slip a finger in your mouth, resting the pad of his thumb harshly on your tongue.
"I want to hear every pretty little noise, do you understand slut~?" Moon growled, his mechanical tongue flicking over the bite wound.
All you could do was whimper in response seeing as his hand was lodged in your mouth, making it impossible to do anything else.
"Good pet~"
Leaning back, he lifted you up bridal style and placed you firmly on the examination table.
"Stay~" He growled, making you freeze to the spot.
Slowly he lowered himself down, tearing away the fabric of your pants with ease. You started to protest but were silenced by the prodding of his tongue through your panties, the sharp tip ghosting over your clit.
Letting out a low moan you gripped the edges of the table, bucking your hips forward slightly. Suddenly a gust of cold air met your clit as your panties were torn off and disregarded, making Moon chuckle.
Skilled fingers ghosted over your dripping lips, making you buck your hips forward once more.
"Eager little thing~"
His free hand snaked up your abdomen, stopping right at the bottom of your bra, running cool fingers over the fabric teasingly.
You started to protest, but was promptly silence by a sharp nip on the inside of your thigh, causing you to jump slightly.
"Moon~ Please~" you moaned. Your begging only met with another sharper nip, this time bruising the skin.
"Hushhhh~"
Suddenly cold metal fingers slipped underneath your bra flicking over your nippple, in the same moment you were filled with Moons mechanical tongue, prodding over your G-spot.
Gasping loudly, you arched your back as Moon abused your G-spot pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Moon~ I- I'm gonna-"
"Not yet my sweet~"
Pulling away Moon smirked at your trembling form as tears formed at the corners of your eyes, frustration evident in your voice as you whined. Your fingers instinctively reaching to finish the job.
Moon quickly grabbed onto your wrists, clicking his tongue at you.
"Naught~ Naughty~ Now how will I punish you~?"
"I'm sorry I-"
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ if you're to going apologize I want to hear you beg~"
Quickly pulling you up from the table he swung you over his knee, your ass in full view. He playfully ran his hand over your ass, giving it a squeeze.
"Beg... pet~"
You let out a soft whimper as his palm met your ass with a swift 'THWACK' urging you on.
"P-please-"
'THWACK'
"Please, Moon-"
'Thwack'
You could feel moons bulge against your lower stomach as he kept on relentlessly spanking your ass until you could almost feel a bruise forming.
"C'mon pet~ I want to hear it~"
"Please Moon! Please I want you to fuck me!" You cried out.
You could hear him chuckle as he lifted you up by your arms.
"Now why didn't you say that sooner?"
Quickly slipping his pants off, you were surprised to see a throbbing almost tentical like dick, the veins pulsing in anticipation.
"Well?" He muttered impatiently.
"I want to ride you~" You murmured, cupping his cheek and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.
Moon almost lost his composure as he lowered you down, moaning in your mouth as you took him inch by agonizing inch.
He was too big for you, but you didn't care, you were lost in the pleasure as his tip settled right into your g-spot, carressing it with each pulse.
"Please~" You moaned, pulling away slightly, "Please fuck me like the slut I am!"
That's all Moon needed as he flipped you over, growling like a wild animal. He gripped onto you, thrusting into your ferociously. You had no control but you were ok with it, allowing him to pleasure himself with your body turned you on so much.
"Ugh- Fuck!" Moon cried out, his sharp teeth grazing your shoulder. "You're so fucking wet!"
You could feel his sharp tallens dig into your skin, small pricks of blood forming in his grip. Suddenly he latched onto you, his teeth digging into your shoulder, you cried out in both pain and pleasure, almost going cross-eyed from it all.
"M-moon- I-" You exclaimed and he only growled in response, thrusting into you at a bruising pace.
Soon enough sparks filled your vision as you screamed in pleasure, Moons cum filling you at the exact same time.
Falling limp in his arms, you tried to catch your breath as the room began to spin. You soon lost consciousness, Moon taking special care to cradle you in his arms.
"You did good my pet~ Sun thought so as well~ rest now, you're going to have an eventful night ahead of you"
#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf moondrop#fnaf security breach#moondrop#moondrop x reader#fnaf x reader#moon x reader#sundrop and moondrop#sundrop x reader#moondrop x y/n#fem reader#fnaf smut#minors shoo#reader insert#yandere moondrop#yandere sundrop#lemon 🍋#🍋#moondrop oneshot
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!jaehyun, degradation, praising, unprotected sex, hair pulling
“why are you passing so much?” you heard jaehyun chuckling from behind you and you slowing looked over at him again.
you knew exactly why you were passing and so did he. your eyes ran over his body, slouched over the big pillows and blankets, his legs parted in a very inviting manspread, and one of his hands rested on top of his head, his fingers running through his thick brow hair. you couldn’t help but divert your gaze to his arm, his black t-shirt hugging his flexed muscles so perfectly. you found yourself staring at him for longer than anticipated, as if he was hypnotising, and something about the smug smirk on his lips made you realize that he probably noticed that too.
“come here.” he murmured. his raspy voice sent shivers down your body and you felt a burning sensation starting to build up on your lower stomach. you didn’t even realize at first but your legs were moving ever so slowly in his direction. his body lifted up, taking a seated position as you stood in front of him. your body jolted as soon as you felt the tip of his warm fingers on your bare thighs, running up and down your skin slowly.
“you know i can give you anything you want if you just ask for it.” his voice was so calm but so confident, and even tho you were the one hovering over him he was still so intimidating in your eyes. you pressed your thighs together in a nervous reflex and jaehyun chuckled, letting his body fall back to his initial position over the pillows. you felt his gaze on you, his eyes running over your body, staring at your face, down to your chest and finally over your legs, and for a moment you felt naked under the sparkle of his brown eyes.
a rush of sudden confidence washed over you. jaehyun was not one to beg for anything and you knew that if you didn’t take this opportunity now you might as well say goodbye to feeling him inside you and you were way too desperate at this point to give that away. you started slowly making your way over him, your hands landing on his chest as you tried finding balance while you prompted your legs on either side of his body, straddling him. you tried to ignore the feeling of his rough jeans against the thin fabric of your underwear as hard as it was and as much as you wanted to move against it. you still hadn’t found the courage to look at jaehyun or as much as say a word to him as you simply played with the chain around his neck.
“look at me.” you heard him between a breath and you hesitantly lifted your eyes to meet his. he didn’t say a word, his eyes fixed on you and you noticed a smirk starting to form on his lips.
“what?” you let out a nervous laugh as you felt your cheeks burning and as you were about to divert your eyes away from him again, his hand catched your chin first, catching you by surprise causing your eyes to widen slightly.
“i told you to look at me, didn’t i?” although his voice still remained calmed there was something about it that made the burning sensation on your stomach to return 10x stronger. “answer me.” he finished. you nodded your head slightly, his fingers still grabbing a hold of your face, pushing your cheeks together. “if i don’t hear a word coming out of your mouth in the next 5 seconds i swear i’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit.” you had to contain yourself not to whimper at his words and you quickly collected yourself.
“sorry.” you tried talking through the pout jaehyun’s fingers were creating and you saw his face relaxing a little, his hand finally letting go of your face, running his thumb over your cheek instead.
“good girl, you know what’s best for you.” he chuckled and his hands found place over your hips, applying pressure and forcing your body to slowly move over his. “tell me baby, have you been thinking about my dick all day?” your fingers digged at his chest as you tried not to moan at the feeling building inside you.
“n-no.” you lied, your voice giving you away, so weak you felt embarrassed for already being a mess from so little contact.
“no?” the smirk on his face grew bigger, his eyes roaming all over your face as his hands forced you to grind harder against him and this time you couldn’t help the broken whimper that left your mouth, your eyes falling shut at the pleasure. “is that why you’re already soaking through my pants?” all you could do was blush. you knew he was right, you had been wet just from staring at him and now that you were feeling him grow harder under you there was no way to hide your eagerness from him anymore. you let out a loud whine as jaehyun landed his hand sharply over your ass. “i’m so nice to you and yet you’re lying to me.” he tsk you, slowly shaking his head in disappointment.
“‘m sorry.” you cried out, the knot in your stomach tightening.
“are you gonna start telling the truth?”
“yes.” you breathed out. you felt like you couldn’t take the feeling much longer but suddenly jaehyun was stopping your movements all together and you looked at him confused and out of breath.
“tell me what you want.” his voice was stern and you swallowed before proceeding.
“i want you.” your fingers pulled at his shirt. “want you inside me.” your last words were almost a whisper but jaehyun could hear you well enough.
“what are you waiting for then, princess? hurry up.” he smirked and you lowered your eyes to his lap. you shyly moved your fingers over his belt and started undoing the buckle but you were suddenly interrupted by another spank, making you jolt forward and whimper. “i said hurry up.”
you nodded as you quickened your movements, undoing his belt completely and opening up his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear. you watched as the tip of his cock slapped against his stomach, red and swollen. turns out you weren’t the only one eager and needy.
“no, keep it on.” he said as you started to lift your dress. “you look cute like that.” you had lost count of how many times you had blushed at his comments. you took your underwear off and made your way to his lap again. jaehyun kept his posture, laid back with one of his arms behind his head. you felt observed by him but you were unsure on what to do. “do you need another spank?” he raised his eyebrow at you and you shook your head, but in despite of your denial you felt his palm against your ass again, ripping a muffled whine out of you. “you do since you’re still not using your words.” he rested back again and his body relaxed. “i want you to fuck yourself on my cock…” he hesitated, his smug smirk sparkling back up on his lips. “... or you can’t even do that, hm?” the way he was making you feel embarrassed only made the wetness between your legs grow bigger and you were starting to feel it stick to the inside of your thighs.
“i can.” you said as you remembered the rule he had set.
“show me.” jaehyun bit his bottom lip as he felt your hand around his cock and he watched you through hooded eyes as you lowered yourself into him, letting him slide inside you with ease.
you let out a breathy moan at the feeling of finally being filled by him as jaehyun let his head fall back, a grunt escaping his lips as you started moving on top of him. your hands found their way back to his chest, grabbing handfuls of the black fabric still covering his upper half in hopes of steadying yourself but you started realizing soon enough that keeping your composure while feeling his cock coming in and out of you was almost impossible. your moans grew more desperate as the knot in the pit of your stomach tightened and you quickly started realizing that you weren’t used to not having jaehyun’s help when you ride him and it definitely made a difference as it didn’t take long for your legs to grow weaker and tired as well. you didn’t stop but your movements were starting to slow down and you found yourself grinding back and forward on his cock more than moving up and down. your cheeks burned in embarrassment as you heard jaehyun’s mocking laugh from underneath you but you didn’t have much time to react before his hand was grabbing at your hair and pulling you down towards him, making you lay on top of him, his face only mere centimeters away from yours.
“you’re such a useless little slut.” he breathed onto your lips, the grip on your hair was still tight and you whimpered at the degrading name. “i guess i have to show you how it's done, don’t i?” and before you even had time to answer back to him, his arm was already around your waist as he held you in place while thrusting back into you at a pace so fast you almost lost your breath for a second.
you let your head fall into his shoulder, muffling your moans against him and this time there was no way you could keep them inside. you felt your core burning quicker and quicker with each thrust of his cock and the grunts coming from jaehyun’s mouth were starting to throw you into a spiral. if it wasn’t for jaehyun’s strong arms around your body keeping you still, you were sure you had already lost your balance.
“jae-” the words barely formed in your throat, being interrupted by repeated moans and whimpers, but jaehyun didn’t need to hear you say it to know how close you were.
“you wanna cum already baby?” his voice was breathy, tired from the strength required but he wasn’t giving any signs of stopping so soon. “you love my cock inside you, don’t you? you love being fucked like this.” you whined against his shoulder. the pleasure was amazingly overwhelming and you were starting to feel light headed. “you think my little slut deserves to cum?” you cried out a string of “yes’s” as you felt your orgasm dangerously close. jaehyun let out a loud grunt as he felt your walls clenching around him. “alright baby, cum for me.” one more thrust and you were squirming under his arms as the orgasm rushed violently through you, one last moan falling from your lips. your body fell weak on top of jaehyun’s as you felt him filling you up with his warm cum and quickly you felt his body relax too.
you lifted your head slightly, running your fingers through his hair and placing a soft kiss on his cheek as you watched a smile appear on his lips from the gesture.
“let’s stay here like this for a little bit.” he murmured, his eyes were still closed but his hand came up to caress your hair and you laid your head on his chest.
“but you’re still inside me.” you giggled, listening to his heartbeat right under you.
“i know.”
#nct smut#nct 127 smut#jung jaehyun smut#jaehyun smut#jaehyun scenarios#nct dream smut#wayv smut#nct 127 imagines#nct dream imagines#wayv imagines
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I have this personal head canon that I like to delve into sometimes. It is that Bruce adopts a kid who does NOT turn into a vigilante and just has like, zero interest in any crime fighting or the underworld of Gotham. His name is Andrew Wayne and he is just a normal guy. He goes to college and becomes an elementary school teacher (he currently teaches 4th grade [9-10 yo for my non-american friends] after a few years of teaching second grade[7-8]) He lives a normal life.
Of course, he is still a Wayne, so he goes to all of the galas and presents under the Wayne name, but doesn't really have anything to do with Wayne Enterprises. He lives at Wayne manor and just has a completely separate idea of what counts as excitement and fun.
There is a weekly family dinner and everyone is going on about their week: arresting bad guys, fighting fear toxin, broken limbs, bank heists, saving a group of high schoolers from a building about to collapse, etc. Then it is Andrew's turn and he just expresses the utmost joy that him and Mike (his best friend and manager of the local grocery store) are going bowling next Saturday. Then he shares how he found a new lesson plan for math that incorporates measuring in a new way. The worst part of his week was his expo markers all drying out so he had to use the projector because he couldn't write on the board until administration brought him some new ones. He is utterly annoyed he had to stay until 5pm on Thursday grading papers he got behind on.
The family all acts (or is genuinely) just as interested in his stories as everyone else's. Sometimes, to mess with his family, he has his student's write stories about their favorite superheroes. He brings home the best or cringiest stories to read. This can end up being both simultaneously the best and worst part of the week for some members of the family...
It always annoys Damian when a kid references Robin, but is actually talking about Dick, Jason, or Tim's version (which happens 90% of the time). He likes to critique each piece and feels it necessary to verbalize all mistakes. He gives a grade to each paper and insists Andrew make it so. Andrew giving a paper a grade higher than Damian sees fit always angers him and he tries to intimidate Andrew to change it, but Andrew just ignores him. Jason gets annoyed when something he did is attributed to someone else, but would never let anyone know it because hearing kids be excited and have interest in writing makes him ecstatic. He beams with pride one day when a kid writes how intimidating it is when red Hood takes off his helmet to reveal a domino mask underneath. He enjoys the sweet validation.. Dick enjoys every story regardless of what it says. He is also the person who has to help keep Damian in check during this exercise. Duke rarely cares about the content of the story, but just appreciates some of the great writing abilities the kids possess. Andrew often takes his suggestions and praise most seriously and will give his kids advice based on what Duke says. Stephanie likes to pretend everything is now fact for about a week and will tease members accordingly. Tim pretends he thinks the whole thing is silly and is above it, but secretly hearing the kids mention him or his exploits makes him more proud of anything because he used to look up to the batman and robin how the kids do. Cass feels the exercise is bittersweet- she loves the creativity, but wishes she had the opportunity to go to school and do kid things like this. This sadness lasts only a moment before something makes her laugh or she looks around and sees a big smiling family she now calls her own. Babs hacks the school system and gives every kid an A on their stories because she thinks Andrew grades too harshly.
Then there is Bruce. He always has the most varying reactions to Andrew. He hears about the markers and gifts Andrew a box that he can keep and then donates a bunch to the school. He often does this, sometimes to Andrew's annoyance. He cringes when students write untrue things. He rolls his eyes whenever Superman is mentioned. He laughs when a kid writes that they saw Spoiler and Red Hood buying chili dogs at the local deli and arguing whether cheese is actually necessary to truly enjoy them. At the end of it all, he is just proud that Andrew is doing what he is passionate about, and is a true hero, just like everyone else in the family.
#dick grayson#nightwing#jason todd#original of my blog#red hood#batman#damian wayne#robin#tim drake#red robin#bruce wayne#my oc Andrew wayne#batfam shitpost#holy run on sentence batman#big sibling energy#stephanie brown#the spoiler#duke thomas#the signal#barbara gordon#oracle#batgirl#lol
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