#friends with benefits x male reader trope
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★ . “friends with benefits… interesting…”
t✦ji fushiguro ⨯ ftm reader
★ — @ejundo
. warnings below .
use of: cunt, pussy, clit. purposely lowercase….
eating out, big dick toji. [dawg idk how to warning this stuff 🙁] — he cant pull out of a driveway. — aftercare!!!!!!!!!! :3 — inspired by this ai bot i found !! — UH ooc toji maybe?
breeding mention (sorta )
he was extremely pent up.
it all started when he started taking up on these jobs, hell even the prostitutes and hookers from the streets couldnt please him enough… continuous one night stands with randoms and he was still pent up!
so when you asked to be ‘friends with benefits’ he had no choice but to accept it.
your first time together he actually for once felt relieved. you were a whole miracle to him…
so he had came back every few nights to use you and go along with his day.
even this night.
toji had came back late at night from a job, smelling of sweat and blood- or rather iron. he was knocking at your door, and as soon as you opened the door. he was just restraining himself from fucking you right then and there.
but, you denied it and forced him to head to the showers as you couldnt handle that atrocious smell of— sweat. and iron. it was a bad headache and it made you gag just being in his presence.
what surprised you about toji is that— he never commited himself to anything. it always surprised you when he came knocking at your door with a look of lust. you already knowing what he wanted badly. just surprising that he had always made his way back to you, despite all of his many one night stands. friends with benefits sure did have this effect.. devoting himself to you was… a change.
as you sat on your bed stripped of your pants. he had emerged from the connected bathroom steam making its way into the cold room, his body had droplets rolling down his large muscular back and his hair visibly damp. the lazily wrapped towel around his waist showing off his defined v line.
he slowly made his way towards your small figure staring down at you as you observed his body. he refrained himself from touching you, not until you gave him permission to do so. “happy?” he said in a low voice. a smile decorated on your face as you nodded “mhm, im super happy.” you nodded, your hands travelled to below your waist hooking onto the hem of your undergarments as you slowly slid it off your legs the wet speck of your juices shown on them as you threw them somewhere.
toji’s eyes flickered down to the discarded undergarments a smirk displayed in his face taking a step closer his presence overpowering the space around you. “arent you just ready for me.. hm?..” his voice raspy and filled with a mix of desire and need. he leaned down onto the bed his arms on each side of you, his breath brushed against your ear as he whispered. “im not holding back tonight, so you better be ready baby.” and with that, he snaked an arm around your waist pulling you flush against him. pressing his lips softly against your neck, his kisses alternating between gentle and teasing nips. “tell me bunny, what’d ya want me to do with you?”
you rolled your eyes, “toji, dont act all lovey dovey with me.. just fuck me already.” a smirk displayed on your face as you said that so smoothly. he grinned as he removed the towel that held onto his waist discarding it and throwing it off the bed. his dick twitching as he watched you open your legs slightly, taking in the sight of your leaking cunt. he laid you down slowly and swiftly moved his hands downwards, his hands trailed down your soft skin. his hands stopping at your thighs, he kneaded with them and squished them before lowering his head.
opening your legs and placing them into his shoulders, he gazed up at you. your eyes having a watchful gaze as a smirk tugged at his lips. “so soaking wet for me… just for me…” his tongue stuck out and gently caressed your clit, dancing and grazing your folds. a soft moan escaping your lips. your back arched as he sucked on it. “f..nghuck… to—ji…” your hand quickly held his head. gently pulling on it as he ate you out passionately. he opened his eyes and looked at your sweet expression, the pure bliss on your face as your chest heaved up and down.
“such a pretty boy… mm.. its a shame you dont have a boyfriend to spoil you… so pretty…” he mumbled, his large a calloused hands pulled away from your thigh and grazed your wet entrance. “shut…up—“ he prodded at the wet hole, and slowly inserted his digits. with a shake in your legs you arched your back with a choked out gasp. “toji!…” he grinned as your voice moaned his name.
adding another finger, it made you squirm. breath hitched as his fingers moved at a speed, plunging in and out of you. touch firm and demanding. his fingers curled in an attempt to find that sweet spot. you held onto the messy bed sheets underneath you, your toes curling as he grazwd over that sweet spot. he couldnt help but chuckle at the sight, his fingers still continuing their relentless assault to your sensitive spot.
“so cute when you’re flustered… all because of my fingers too?…i'll make sure you're too busy moaning to tell me to shut up." his fingers moving skillfully with percision manipulating your body to elicit the most pleasurable sensations. continuing to curl and abuse your sensitive spots.”fuck!!… toji— please..” “mhm… thats right baby.. tell me. tell me hiw badly you want me to fuck you, tell me hiw much you want my cock pounding into you, fill you up completely..” his voice laced with lust and dominance his gazed fixated on your flushed face. “please… i need you in me….fuck me please…” you said, eyes masked with lust, desire and need.
his eyes darkened with desire as he heard your plea, his own need growing with each second. withdrawing his fingers from your dripping wet heat. “how could i deny you?” he growled as he stood from his stance, revealing his throbbing erection, already slick with anticipation.
he climbed into the bed and positioned himself above you. his tip directly at your slick enterance, coating himself with your wetness. he locked his eyes with yours, as he slowly inserted himself in. feeling pleasure and pure bliss as he felt your warmth and heat welcome him. savoring the sensation he leaned foward wrapping his hand under your head as your hands held his back, slowly he started thrusting at an easy pace, and eventually he started picking up the pace. his hips meeting yours with powerful and relentless force, groans and moans soon enveloped the room.
continuous and incoherent babbling heard from you as your back arched with pleasure, one hand holding your waist as he plunged inside you. each thrust hitting deep within you, hitting that sweet spot that made you writhe with pleasure. needy pleas and his own pleasure building with every movement. you clenched around him indicating your own orgasm, twitching violently as you scratched and clawed at toji’s back your head thrown back as your body twitched with pleasure. “nghfuck!….”
tojis own climax was slowly approaching as his thrust became more messy and erratic hinted with a bit of desperate need.. and with one final thrust he released himself inside you.. feeling the warm seed dripping inside you, a hitched moan escaping your throat as you covered your mouth and your eyes shut close.. heavy pants escaping toji as he slowly pulled out of you, his seed escaping.
he faltered as moved slightly to an open space. of course still collapsing ontop of you. “you did so good bunny…” his hand travelled to pet your head slowly, a kiss on your neck and shoulder as he quickly regained his composure. holding you in his arms as he made his way towards your bathroom. with you resting in his arms he placed you onto the counter and wet a towel with warn water.. taking care of you and cleaning you thoughtfully.
“can we… make this official… toji.” you managed to mumbled out, your voice hoarse as you looked at him. he smiled softly at you, “yeah. sure, whatever.” he answered with a warm smile. placing a kiss onto your lips, passionate and warm.
★.
@ejundo . xoxo
:3….. so lets pretend i was here the entire time and totes not being a lazy slacker working for my own living!.. ^^.
crazy how i finished this story in AN HOUR. and i cant even finish my other ones in a day. crazy mc dazy!
#. ♡ ejundo writes !#x male reader#male reader#bottom male reader#bottom reader#m reader#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x male reader#male reader x toji#toji fushiguro x m reader#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x male reader#sub reader#friends with benefits x male reader trope#i hate tagging#ejundo stupid#ejundo finally comes back
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☆彡The sky longs to see the sun go down
Title from Fly by Bloodwitch
Summary: It’s a hot day today, but not hot enough to get a handjob from a certain best friend!
Notes: Is a crack fic supposed to be written this seriously. Forgive for some of the rambling and rushed writing it’s 4AM and I am running on sparkling water and belvita snacks. This was just for funsies ▼・ᴥ・▼
Cw: Male/Male, reader has cock and balls, some noncon mention, humiliation mention, sexuality denial, misoginy in one sentence, mentions of Ashley and Ada, OOC cause Leon’s a perv, mentions of fisting? Lol
Wc: 1,872
You tug at the hem of your sweater self-consciously, the combination of sweat and oil making you shudder. It’s gross; makes you feel like you spent hours stuck in a locked car without the windows down or proper air conditioning. Kind of like a dog or a baby, except it must be worse for them. It’s not like you’re actually trapped somewhere after all— not permanently. It’s just that your room’s AC is broken, and you lack the balls to call up a repairman due to fear of judgement.
What? It’s a scary thing. What if with one good look they take off running for the hills? It’s a possibility. One in a million, but still a possibility. Still, it’s so damn hot in here that you consider going through with it. Anything is better than sitting in your personal hell— even calling someone through the phone. Maybe if you still lived with your dad, he could have helped. Mom would surely say “do it yourself” and leave you hanging. It’s not like she knows anything about that stuff anyways, she’s a woman.
Sitting up with a groan, you pass a hand over the bed sheets you were just laying on, cringing when moisture collects on your skin. It’s even worse when you look back and see the massive patch of sweat in the shape of your body on the bed. It’s like a crime scene. A nasty, sweaty crime scene. Enough is enough. You really can’t take much more of this. You feel like you’re dying, and no it’s not an exaggeration. This is why you prefer winter over summer. Sure, it gets cold, but honestly you’d rather freeze than melt into a puddle of goo.
First your sweater goes, then your shirt, then your pants, then your socks and shoes. You strip it all until you’re standing completely naked in the middle of your room. It’s not like your roommate is here. Well, he is, but he’s showering. Asshole got to the bathroom first before you could. The water has been running for at least thirty minutes now, and it bothers you more than you’d like to admit. Whatever though, right? Leon is Leon. He’s a greedy bastard, no matter how much he denies it. It’s like, just because you’re friends doesn’t mean you get to be pushed around and shit.
Just ‘cause it gets your heart fluttering and your blood flowing to places that are better left unnamed doesn’t mean you like it. (read: yes it does).
Somehow, it’s only getting hotter in here now. Getting somewhat desperate, you walk over to open the window beside your bed with a huff, having to crawl over the mattress to do so— which leaves you in a rather suggestive position. One that, due to your focus on the heat, catches Leon’s attention as soon as he walks in. Maybe you’d have focused more on the sound of the shower turning off if you weren’t so damn busy. Anyways, Leon isn’t so dignified either. He wears nothing but a thin towel around his waist, skin glistening with water droplets and moisturizing lotion. It’s not a gay thing, he promises that. Can’t men look good too?
The first thing his eyes land on is the way your ass juts out, back slightly curved as you used whatever strength you could from your upper body to slide the window up. Although he’s never particularly been interested in men, you’re his best friend. That’s different. He’s been friends with you since like… childhood. That’s enough time to make him forget about the junk between your legs. Though, it’s pretty hard to do that now when he’s staring straight at it. At least your cock is smaller than his. He’s just been standing there staring like a weirdo with nothing better to do. He gets an idea when his cock starts to kick, blood rushing to the thick length, making it stand tall at attention. He’s always wanted to try anal.
You finally get that window open after some grunting and huffing, hoping the small draft of fresh air would be enough to cool you down. With a sigh of relief, you turn only to come face-to-face with your best friend. Leon watches with a subtle smirk as you yelp and scramble to shield your bare body with the blanket left draped over the bed. It’s almost pitiful. And somewhat offensive? You’ve been friends for years, but you can’t even stand being naked around him? Some friend you are.
He snatches the blanket away with a quick hand, the movement making the towel around his waist fall and bunch around his legs. Now they’re both naked. “What?” He huffs, “Never seen a guy’s junk before?”
He knows that’s not true. You know that too. You’ve seen a guy’s junk before. Just not your best friend’s. Confused and embarrassed, you still try to cover yourself up with your hands, cupping them over your crotch. “What’s wrong with you?” You glare, shooting Leon a scowl. “You couldn’t have knocked or something?” You try not to stare, you really try. But it’s staring right at you. His dick. Uncircumcised and honestly a decent length. It’s not like it’s monstrously big or something, that’s ridiculous. Not that you’d mind if it was. Death by huge cock would be a nice way to go.
Leon rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s acting so damn nonchalant, as if his dick isn’t twitching against his tummy, begging for attention. “Really? I could have sworn this was my place too.” He doesn’t hide his staring, not at all. You can see as clear as day that his eyes are looking directly at your crotch, examining closely. It’s a stare that could almost come across as judgmental, and that makes your cheeks heat up with humiliation. Sheepishly, you shut your thighs, dipping your chin so you could peer up at Leon through your lashes.
“Yeah, well…” You trail off, unsure of what to say at this point.
“You know,” Leon butts in before you could even finish your train of thought, “you have a nice cock.”
“Huh?” You stammer, mouth dumbly shaping an ‘O’ out of shock. Did he really just say that? Were your ears deceiving you? Well, obviously not, since he repeats himself without a care in the world.
“I said you have a really nice cock.” Leon nods, as if he were some sort of penis reader or something. It kind of reminds you of those competitions they would hold at fairs. What pig is bigger? Well, in this case, which cock is nicer? Now vote! Honestly, it brings you an odd sense of warmth knowing your best friend would vote for you in that case. Enough about cock comparison and voting though, you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you feel warm hands grab onto each of your thighs. What the fuck is he doing now? You don’t think your best friend would touch you without your explicit approval (not that you’d mind), but he’s getting oddly touchy.
“You know,” Leon clears his throat awkwardly, struggling with social ineptitude just as much as you were. “I hear guys touch their friends sometimes… just for fun…” As he speaks, his hands gently push yours away from your crotch, the thick pad of his thumb running a slow line towards your penis. Immediately, your heart jumps so high you swear you feel it in your throat. You wouldn’t say no to this. Not really. It’s a tricky situation, but who wouldn’t want their dick rubbed by their bestie? Especially one known for his good-looks. A few seconds of thumbing at the base, and he finally wraps a hand around your length, squeezing lightly.
“Woah!” You gasp, breathing coming out hitched and ragged. It feels good, so good. The combination of adrenaline and pleasure might be too much. Honestly, you’re way more worried about what you’re saying. What kind of imbecile says ‘woah!’ while getting a handjob by their best friend? You, that’s who. Judging by the slightly amused look on Leon’s face, he thinks you’re an idiot. But you’re the idiot he’s jacking off, so who’s really the embarrassing one here? All you can hear is the slow schlick schlick schlick of his fist pumping your meat, the noise wet and sticky due to the amount of precum you had produced in a short amount of time.
Yeah, you’re not lasting at all. Who fucking cares? You’re getting your dick beat! By your best friend!
You groan into the palm of your hand, pathetic moans and whimpers escaping you within every second. Man, you’d be a good pornstar. Maybe you should consider it; college debt would be paid off much easier. Hips tilting forward for more, you watch intently, taking in every detail. Leon’s no different, he’s just as enthralled. Dare he say he’s finally getting what he’d dreamed of. Assuming dreaming about jacking your friend was normal. Maybe he’d try sticking this same hand up your ass later. He dreamt about that too at some point. Maybe he just likes you or something. That thought is weirder to him than all the other ones though.
His arm is starting to get tired, but he doesn’t slow down or anything, he just picks up pace. Fisting your cock is just as straining as when he lifts weights at the gym, and he considers doing this instead of working out every weekend. Easier to do and cheaper. Sure, he’s got all the money he could possibly need, but $30 for a gym membership that he has to pay for monthly is too much, even for him. He tightens his grip a little, squeezing rhythmically once he feels your cock starting to twitch and jump, signaling oncoming orgasm.
“Ah! Fuck! There… there!” You practically whine, back arching and hips bucking weakly, the muscles in your belly tightening and relaxing as wave after wave of pure, unbridled ecstasy washed over you. Who knew a handjob could feel this good? From someone else, that is. The ones you give yourself don’t match up. Leon obliges, continuing with his set pace and watching as thick spurts of cum splashed onto his hand, the enthusiastic bursts soon turning into lazy, creamy drools down the slit of your cock. He thought it’d be kind of gross to get someone else’s cum on him like this, but seeing how dazed and disoriented you looked made him smile, and that’s what counts. It’s not all that bad.
Curious, he brought his cum-coated hand up to his face, tongue lolling out to lap up one swipe of the mess. It smells musky, and tastes… peculiar. Not bad, so that means your diet is good at least. Just kind of salty and sticky, if sticky were a taste. There’s no other way to describe it really. He had remembered the taste of Ada’s cum and Ashley’s from when he had eaten them out before when they were dating (separately), but theirs also had variety. Anyways, instead of thinking like some cum connoisseur, he waits for you to finish panting and whimpering like some overheated dog before speaking.
“So, my turn?”
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CHASING PAVEMENTS (PART I) 𓇼 (P.JS)
✎ PAIRING: park jisung x fem! reader
✎ GENRE: angst, smut, brother's best friend trope
✎ WARNING: !!sexual content!! (minors dni) fwb relationship, jisung is slightly an asshole, reader is naive, ambiguous ending, might do a part two???
✎ SUMMARY: In which jisung's derived thoughts leads him to an unlikely arrangement with chenle's sister, where he fucks up (quite literally) when he realises how deep in the feels he has for the girl he is suppose to show disinterest to, in honour of 'BRO CODE'.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: since a few of you guys voted for jisung fic, here it is! it def took longer than i expected but i hope you like this one! <3
part two
PARK JISUNG HAD NO BOUNDARIES.
A man with desired sexual hormones isn't one to back down on steamy hook-up sessions, especially ones which are deemed promising. However, he didn't exactly knew how to draw the line when he began banging his best friend's sister.
(He thanked the heavens that Chenle had gone out that night to not witness the sinister act.)
But to be fair, the male didn't exactly plan to go black-out drunk at their usual dorm party on that particular Saturday night just to wake up naked with his best friend's sister on his side of the bed.
Especially since it's the same girl who had a thing for the said boy since their childhood, so much so that it was excrutiating for Jisung to watch her poor attempts at making a move on him. Even Chenle was used to it and was completely fine with your lovesick crush for his best friend, from the way you would stutter around the boy or the fact you used to give him flowers every Valentine's day, knowing deep down that your little feelings would fade away eventually.
But now, it's different because it's no longer a one-sided pining from you, rather a completely mutual friends-with-benefits situation. Though, it's far fetch to consider you and Jisung to be friends. He was always disinterested in you and even with this new arrangement, he only seemed content with finding a buddy he could released his pent-up sexual frustations with. Despite this, Jisung wouldn't initiate anything other than sex, making it clear that his intention with you is strictly for his selfish desires. His dirty little secret to be kept from Chenle.
You, on the other hand, couldn't be more happy than to pass up the only opportunity to be closer to Jisung. It was silly for you to expect anything more, but this was better than nothing. Jisung had fuck boy tendecies, it was nearly impossible for you to make him stay committed. However, a part of you was determined to make him fall for you.
No matter how wrong it was, it seemed that both of you can't get enough of each other.
Which is how Jisung ended up in your dorm room on Wednesday night, currently his cock buried deep inside of you as you suppress your moans. His hand digging your inner thighs as he lift you up to get a better angle, half of your body up in the air.
Grunting in frustation, his hair glued to his forehead from the layers of sweat. Rounds and rounds of endless pleasure. You could tell his anger that was built up a moment ago, was slowly dissipitating from the way his thrust begins to slow down, pausing briefly to brush the strands of his hair back. The view making you squeeze around him tighter.
"S-Shit. Do that again." He demanded, his hand coming up to grab onto your tits harshly as he pushed himself further inside you.
Squeezing once again, you made an attempt to wrap your hands around his neck only to have it shoved aside. His hands clutching your wrist to prevent you from touching him.
"I'm close!" You mewled, hip trusting against his as you made an attempt to inch closer towards him— if that was even possible.
"Me too!" He groaned.
With one powerful thrust, the both of you reached the awaiting orgasm. His breath close to your face as you stared into his eyes, entranced with the way he looks. Biting your lips, you lean in for a kiss only to have his warmth ripped away from you. Standing up to get himself dressed, much to your disappointment.
"You're leaving, already." You asked, not wanting to sound too desperate.
The male could only give a brief nod, "Yup, I have to get back before Chenle suspects something's up."
But you knew it was bullshit. Chenle didn't care if his best friend didn't show up to their dorm late at night. It was normal in a college settings. You knew that he was coming up with an excuse to not indulge further and as much as that should give you a blaring warning in your ears, you were still as stubborn as ever.
"Okay! Get back safely." You said cheerily, watching as he quickly buttons up his shirt.
Getting nothing but a hum of acknowledgement as he made his way out of your dorm, not even glancing back.
Laying down on your dishelved bed, you could only have the same feeling of regret wash over you. You wonder why you would let yourself seek love from someone who clearly could not care less about you. It had been four months of never-ending sneaky hook ups and there was still no hope that he was semi into you. You were stupid for thinking like a child.
Perhaps, you could let this go once again.
Again.
WEEK ONE.
Sitting from afar, you watch in subtlety at the disgustingly appaling view from a couple feet away. There stood, Jisung smiling with such admiration towards NingNing, a girl whom he was talking to. Her giggles echoed through the cafeteria as his friends were teasing him from the side. The sight of the sweet interaction made your heart clench, ultimately feeling defeated as you had once again expected too much of Jisung to reciprocate his feelings.
Too indulged in your thoughts, you didn't bother taking notice of the pity looks you were received by your friends. Chaeryeong glared at the audacious boy while Yunjin patted your shoulder comfortingly.
"You should move on." Yunjin mumbled.
"Yeah, you deserve way better." Chaeryeong chimed in.
You could only offer a meek shrug, "It's probably nothing, guys."
But even your own voice couldn't believe the words, knowing well enough that it was hopeless to string onto a thread that was never held onto on the other end.
It was evident from your persistence that you were determined to hold onto the shred of hope that maybe, just maybe it could work. That those years of pinning would be worth it.
"You know the guy from Econ is totally into you." Yunjin spoke up, redirecting the topic.
You perked up but remained an uninterested expression.
"Oh, come on. I'm not asking you to fuck him or anything." She said. "Maybe try get to know him, he's really sweet."
"Are you talking about that guy that helped her carry her stuff to class." Chaeryeong voice raised excitedly.
"Seungmin? He's nice to everyone." You justified, dismissing your friend's exaggerated story.
"But he's more nicer to you." Yunjin rebutted, earning an agreement nod from your red-haired friend.
"And I may or may not have heard him talking to Hyunjin about wanting your number." She added.
You scoffed playfully, "Thanks but no thanks. The last thing I need is another migraine from boys."
That was the end of the conversation. Luckily, your friends didn't push you further, allowing the three of you to eat in peace before the bell rang.
Bidding 'goodbyes' to each other as you parted ways to your assigned schedule. In some twisted way, you were glad that you were sharing this one particular class with Jisung. Both of you having similar major. Feeling the excitement rush through you as you made your way to the class. Students swarming in, looking for seats as you watched around in hopes of spotting the black haired boy.
To your luck, he was seated near the window with an empty seat beside him. In queue, you made a beeline towards his direction, only to have another bag placed itself against the wooden desk. Slightly flinching from the sudden intrusion, you looked up and saw the same girl at the cafeteria. Her sun-kissed face contorted into confusion.
"Oh, did you plan sitting here?" NingNing removed her stuff, "I can mo-"
"No!" Jisung interrupted abruptly, standing up to hold onto her wrist. "Sit here."
You couldn't help but watch with dull eyes as Jisung completely ignored your presence. His eyes gazing onto the girl as both of them shared a look of something that held a cruelly familiarity; a look of mutual liking.
"I-It's okay, I can find another seat." You stuttered, turning around quickly and grab onto a chair that was available and plopping down on it without looking back.
Biting back your tears, you didn't notice that the whole interaction was being observed by your classmate. Some whispered among themselves while others ignored it as if it was some normal occurence. You didn't have shame left to be bothered by their comment.
It wasn't news that your crush for Jisung was evident. Everyone knew, and you didn't bother to hide it because you were happy to admit it. You would broadcast to the whole street for your undying love for the boy and not a glimpse of embarassment would overcome you. However, Jisung would only continue to ignore you, of course, only on the outside. Afterall, it would ruin his pride for the class to know what he did to his best friend's sister behind close doors.
Staring distractedly at your unwritten paper, it was as if today wasn't one of your best when your lecturer had called you out, waiting for your answer.
Gulping nervously as you looked around to see students watching you, wanting nothing more than to burn a hole through the ground.
Just as you were about to utter your response, a hand swiftly moved a piece of paper towards your table, giving you a chance to catch the answer, making you read it aloud.
Your lecturer gave you stern look, as if reprimanding you before moving on to the next portion of the lesson. You sigh in relief, turning your head to the side to thank the person who helped you.
Seungmin chuckled at your flustered state, waving off as if it was nothing. He went back to his notes, scribbling down a couple of words before sliding it back to your desk.
'You okay?'
You smiled and began writing down before handing it back to him discreetly.
'I'm good :)'
He stared at the note for a moment before writting down a couple of sentence. You glanced slightly towards him, not wanting to make it obvious and pretended to focus on the lecture. Not a second later, the same yellow note slid itself towards your desk.
'Good enough to give me your no?'
You giggled silently at his bold flirting before deciding to give him your number. It was harmless, anyways. You thoughtlessly scribbled down. Little did you know, your little interaction didn't went unnoticed by the black-haired boy at the back of the class, who had been glaring holes behind you unknowingly. A sudden vision of green clouded his mind, a feeling that he hated deeply.
Jealously.
Pounding furiously against you as you were pressed up against the door to the janitor's closet. The cleaning tools were left scattered on the floor as he kept pushing himself closer to you, his hands snaking itself around your neck making your hips arched towards his cock.
Jisung moaned deliciously at the contact as he began placing love bites down your throat, slowly turning you around only to hoist you up by the thighs. You gasped at the new position, your legs wrapping around his slim waist, his hand coming to find itself in your hands, trapping you completely.
Just as you were about to release, Jisung completely removed himself away from you. His hands made is way to the zipper of his pants as he tidied himself up, you were left shocked as you watched him crossed his arms, as if waiting expectedly.
"Finish yourself for me. I want to see how you make yourself cum." He demanded, his demeanor not changing even for a moment.
You were hesitant with your moves, which only angered the male above you. Grabbing your wrist as he guided it towards your wet cunt, you maoned at the harsh contact before he lets go. His eyes urging you to continue.
If it was any other day, you would have felt shameful but considering he had denied you pleasure, you were more than eager to finish. Quickening the pace on your fingers as you shoved it deeper, scrunching your face in pure bliss, watching the way Jisung eyes were trained onto yours. His hard-on was evident yet he was more focus on the view in front of him, not bothering to fix his big issue.
Just then, the sense of euphoria came and your hand were painted with the colourless liquid. As you were about to wipe away, his hands held yours, stopping you. Inching his face closer to your cum-covered hands, he stuck out his tongue to lick it clean off. Your eyes widened at his actions, not expecting him to act so scandalous.
Once he was done licking like it was some popsicle, he gargled the remaining liquid and swallowed it down as if it was something tasteful, letting out a content sigh. Without saying a word, he left the room to leave you in a confused mess.
WEEK TWO.
Ever since that incident, you were only fueled by the same feeling in your stomach, the heart-fluttering butterflies aching your vulnerable heart. That had been the most intimate he's been and you were only craving more for his affection which, unbeknownst to you, was only the beginning. His texts were now more engaging and he seemed to want to make time whenever he would get. Despite your friend's disapproval, you were blinded by Jisung's false hope. You had even forgotten about Seungmin, ignoring his message on whether you would be available to hang out. All your mind could think of was Jisung.
Only getting disappointment when he would go back to a cycle of ignoring your existence and talk to NingNing on campus.
Oh well, it's a progress at least.
Though that meant that you were playing a very dangerous game when Chenle began suspecting the marks on your neck that were very prominent. Thankfully, he wasn't one to be nosy, passing off insults before walking off.
"Yo, could you stop staring at Jisung." Your brother snapped you out.
You had conveniently left your keys inside your dorm room and your roommate was not able to come back home as she was visiting her parents, which only gave you the only option to bunk in with your brother and his roommates. You would've slept with your friends, if it weren't for the fact that the both of them hadn't been home as well, making plans with their boyfriends. Luckily though, the boys had been kind enough to set up a room for you, which in exchange, meant that they were all sleeping outside to avoid any awkward circumstances. Hours had passed and you were getting bored with their loud cheering in the living room, struggling to tug yourself to sleep, you decide to observe the commotion.
Even without facing your way, his gaze focused on the video game in front of him, he could sense your unbearing stares for his best friend. Chenle groaned when he lost against Jisung, Mark offering the younger a high-five while Haechan cackled at Chenle's frustatated expression.
"Could you like, not be so weird around my friends." Chenle turned towards you, his friends watching you as you blushed deep red, walking off in a rush.
"Your sister's kinda hot." Haechan spoke up, earning a smack from Mark.
"What! It's the truth. Jisung, you're kinda lucky."
Chenle gagged, "Don't make me throw up. She's a nightmare."
"Well, you're saying that 'cause it's your sister. If any one of us has a hot sister, you would've totally went for it."
"I'm not having this sick conversation." Chenle dramatically declared before making his way to the kitchen, Mark following suit to grab a snack.
"You're lying if you're not in the slightest bit interested." Haechan whispered, taking extra precaution despite being away from their earshot.
"Of course not." The younger denied.
"Sure." Haechan's voice dragged on, indicating that he wasn't convinced. "So you wouldn't be bothered if she was talking to someone else, right."
Haechan provoked, smirking when he noticed that Jisung's hand tightened around the console. Despite his calm appearance, the older knew he was bothered by that thought.
"Less of a headache for me then." Jisung focused his gaze on the screen, not wanting to give Haechan the attention.
The older, of course, didn't like that. "So, if Seungmin were to make a move on her. You would be fine."
"No!" He blurted out.
That was when he could see the older's smugness through the screen, backtracking himself. "I mean— yes, I don't care! Why are you so worked up over this." He accused trying to keep the facade that was already cracked.
"Yeah, like I'm the one with the beet red face." Haechan fired back, finding humour in his reaction, happy that he has successfully got through him. "Dude, you know Chenle would be okay with it, right?"
"Shut up!"
Jisung rolled his eyes before throwing his console towards the older, facing the screen in a attempt to cover up his embarassed face. His heart accelerating from getting caught by a loudmouth like Haechan.
Luckily his embarassment was cut off short when Chenle and Mark came back in with snacks on their hand.
"So, you guys going to Sunwoo's party next Friday." Mark munched on his chips.
The sudden silence as the group checked their schedule.
1:56 am
"Oh, shit! We should probably stop soon."
"Yeah, soon!" Haechan mumbled, too engrossed in his game.
"But you guys are going, right?" Mark confirmed.
Earning a collective hum before the four of them went back to their video game, reminding themselves that it was only one game and that they would go to sleep afterwards.
Newsflash: It wasn't one round of gaming.
Which is why the three of them ended up being knocked up in the couch, Mark's loud snoring annoyed Jisung as he twisted his body back and forth, groaning when he realised he couldn't sleep.
Suddenly, a devious plan came to mind. Removing the blanket off of him, he tip-toed towards the closed door. Luckily, you were still wide awake, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. You perked up when you heard the sound of the door opening, Jisung's head peeking in. Stepping inside, you knew what he was in for...
Morning soon kicked in, rubbing your eyes. You wrapped the blanket around your bare body tightly, looking to the side to find Jisung no longer by your side. Groaning from the slight ache, you made your way to the bathroom, which was thankfully connected to the room, sparing you the intrusion.
All of your classes were in the afternoon, which gave you time to prepare breakfast. It didn't take long for you to find some ingredients, which was thankfully, not expired, knowing how lazy Chenle would get in cleaning up his stuff. The smell of freshly cooked pancakes awakened the boys. Yawning aloud as they sat down, as if awaiting for their meal. You rolled their eyes before setting a stack in front of them.
"Mm, you're the best." Haechan moaned dramatically, taking a bite. Mark humming in agreement.
"Don't you guys brush your teeth?" You asked in disgust, ignoring his compliment.
"We usually brush after."
"Gross."
A noise of protest erupt, which made you laugh. Just as you were about to make another one, in came Jisung. The last to be awake.
"Ji, come try this. She's such a good cook!" Haechan praised.
"It's just pancake." You humbled yourself.
"Yeah, you can chill out. This taste like ass." Chenle called out, which made you glare at your brother.
"Well, give me then!" You held your hand out.
Chenle only took the plate further from your reach, sticking his tongue out in mockery. Annoyed, you grabbed the spatula and whacked him across the face. Mark and Haechan laughed as Chenle began to chase you around, threatening you with a string of profanities escaping his mouth. You retaliated further by shoving him away. The sight of bickering between the siblings made Jisung smile, finding you adorable... wait, what?
"No thanks." He mumbled, quickly changing his mood back before you noticed.
"Oh, by the way, you should check your phone. NingNing's been texting you." Mark informed.
You tensed at the mention of the girl, pausing you actions briefly.
"Oh, right. I'll check it later." He said dismissively.
"So, what's your status with her?" Chenle asked, panting slightly from exhaustion.
You pretended to busy yourself in the sink, tuning in into their conversation without making it obvious.
"I don't know." He replied dryly.
"Oh, come on. She probably likes you, you've been pinning her since, what, last year?" Mark prodded.
You didn't want to hear the rest as you quickly excused yourself, telling them you had to meet your friends. Grabbing your stuff as you dashed out, in a hurry.
"Dude, we totally forgot your sister likes Ji. Oh, she's gonna be crushed." Haechan pointed out, his eyes widened comically as he pointed at the younger.
Chenle was the one to speak up, shrugging, "Who cares? She'll get over it." Chenle patted Jisung's shoulder, "Besides, we should be more worried about helping him ask the hottest chick out."
Jisung awkwardly chuckled.
"Right."
The day passed by unusually fast and Jisung still hasn't gotten a text from you. Don't get him wrong, he hated when you would get too clingy and risk the both of you getting caught but you would have usually been online by the time he opened his messaging app. It was rather impressive that you would be able to know the perfect moment to predict when he would text you. However, this time, Jisung saw that you were active three hours ago. He didn't think too much of it and switched off his phone, redirecting his attention back onto the lecture. Passing by the day as per normal.
Little did he know, that you were sulking on the other side of campus. Chaeryeong and Yunjin sitting on either side of you as you began to overthink.
"I thought we were doing okay." You mumbled, pulling your hair out in frustation.
"It's not you. You know what Jisung is like, you can't blame yourself." Chaeryeong scolded.
Just then, you watched as NingNing made her way towards campus. Her head hung low as she was focused on her phone. You could see her smile brightly, indicating that she was probably texting someone. For some reason you knew exactly who it was from how giddy she was acting. A part of you felt guilty for being selfish.
"Do you guys think I should really move on?" You asked meekly.
The both of them shot you a deadpanned look, as if ridiculing you for asking a dumb question. But the they didn't get to answer when you sat up straight, as if a lightbulb appeared on your head. "You know what?" You stood up, "I am going to move on!"
"Really?" Yunjin asked excitedly, standing up as well.
"Yes! Afterall, he only arranged this ordeal to get over his one sided crush." You waved off.
"What!" Both of them yelled in unison. "Yeah," You shrugged as if it was nothing. "He even moaned the wrong name in bed but that's besides the point."
"And you're only telling us this now?!"
You looked confused, "I thought I told you guys already."
"Uh, no you didn't. You said you guys hooked up accidentally and that's what made him want to do it again." Grabbing your shoulders, shaking them vigorously as if she was trying to wake you up, "You didn't tell us he was blatantly using you as a rebound." Yunjin said in fury, having been shocked by the sudden discovery. Chaeryeong, on the other hand wanted to punch the boy whenever he is on sight now.
"I mean, at least he got what he wanted now." You smiled, "It's totally fine, I should be happy for him."
Your friends looked at you in pity as you try to remain cheerful, not wanting to break down.
"I say we should forget about him completely."
WEEK THREE.
A few days went by and you were out hanging with your friends. Though, it would be a lie to say you weren't tempted when Jisung were to text you. It has been days without your usual sessions but he wouldn't really push the matter further, making you think that he didn't really care. In fact, you swore you saw him walking with NingNing on campus the other day. That thought had lessened the heartbreak and you soon got better at ignoring him completely.
Little did you know that Jisung began to worry about your absence. Growing more annoyed when you refuse to look at him whenever the both of you crossed paths in the hallway, even when you shared the same class, you weren't as eager to sit beside him. In fact, choosing a seat that was far from where he could see you. But in Jisung's classic way of dealing things, he ignored it, thinking that he might be exaggerating and that you were probably busy, opting to wait for you to approach him. Like you've always have.
Which was why you were fine with going to a party with your friends, knowing that if Jisung were there, he wouldn't even make an attempt to be near you.
But boy, were you wrong.
To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement, but to be fair, you hadn't had the best experience with parties. The first time you had gotten black-out drunk that you threw up all over Yunjin (you apologised later on, of course) and was forced to go back home earlier, with a massive hangover the next day. The next couple of times were consists of awkward mingling, considering you weren't one to be social. You vow to never attend a party ever again. Of course, until a few circumstances had changed.
Now, here you are, standing awkwardly while your friends were having the time of their lives. They were quite experience with the whole lifestyle, while you, on the other hand, just watched with a forced smile and they greet other college students. The liquid in the red solo cup was left untouched in your hands.
Walking through the crowds, you had lost your path with your friends, leaving you alone. As you frantically look around you, a hand clasped onto your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a beaming Seungmin.
"Didn't know you'd be here."
"Never really thought this through." You laughed awkwardly, "I didn't know why I bothered coming here."
"Parties are not your thing, huh?" He concluded, grabbing your hand as the both of you went to a more quieter area.
You didn't answer because if was fairly obvious, instead asking him back. He looked away before giving you a cheeky smile, "My friend dragged me here."
"The one making out with that girl." You pointed, watching his blonde-haired friend, Hyunjin, getting handsy.
"Yup. That's him." He scratched his head.
A moment of silence takes place before you decided to speak up, "I'm sorry for ghosting you, by the way."
He perked up, "It's alright."
"No, I'm serious. An asshole move on my part."
"Well, I can't blame you. You seemed pretty smitten with Jisung." He said, taking a sip of his drink.
"Yeah." You admitted, "But I'm over him now, well— in the process of."
He smiled, "Finally finding dignity for yourself, huh?"
"Hey!" You hit his arm, taking an offense at his words.
His laughter fueled in your anger but you soon find humour as you too, laughed along with him. And just like that, you spent the whole party talking to Seungmin.
That view alone made both of you appear to look like a couple, which was harmless. But in Jisung's eyes, it is deemed as a threat. Having had arrived an hour prior to the party, his gaze like a hawk as he eyed the both of you laughing away, ignoring Chenle's ranting.
"What have you been staring at?" Chenle moved his head towards the male, trying to match his view.
Just as Chenle eye's landed on your figure, he hummed in amusement, "Guess she finally got over you."
He joked, patting the male. But Jisung couldn't pick up on his words, not when he was fuming in anger.
Luckily though, Chenle got distracted by Haechan calling out to him, which served as a great escape for him to march towards you.
"You want to go outside?" He heard the voice of the sickening male, Seungmin's hands carressing your arms.
In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to take you away.
Which was what happened, because the next thing you could register was a sudden pull on the arm, dragging you away. It happened to quickly that not even Seungmin could utter in protest, which resulted you getting sucked into the mysterious hand. You didn't put up a fight though, knowing deep down the hand that it belongs to.
You sigh, getting tired of Jisung's mixed signals and wanting nothing more than to end the madness once and for all.
He pushed you towards an empty room before making his way in, locking the door while he slammed it shut. His back was turned towards you and you could only let out a grumble of complaint.
"So you dragged me here to give me the silent treatment." You provoked, "If you want to fuck me, just get it done and over with."
He turned around, facing you with eyes you could never read. Jisung was hard to understand and you couldn't figure out what he was thinking at the moment.
"That's not what I want to do."
"Then what is it, surely it isn't to talk. We never talk anyways, we just fuck." You scoffed, "So, try again." You scoffed, taking a step towards him.
He grabbed his hair in frusatation, "I don't know— fuck! I don't know, okay!"
"No! It's not okay because I'm sick of you treating me like a side piece. You got yourself a girlfriend now so why the hell are you still with me!" You yelled out.
"Because I like you too!" He blurted.
You widened your eyes at the sudden confession. "I like you, okay? I always have since we were kids too and I got scared so I tried to get over you by talking to her. I didn't realise how far I have gotten."
You shook your head, "Well, that's the thing. You don't think, you just do. I have made it clear from the start about my feelings but you just use it against me to fuck! You have never liked me so don't you dare fucking lie to me!"
"I'm not lying." He took a step forward, which only made you back away in disgust.
He didn't made an attempt afterwards, his eyes pleading as he watched you shuffle away.
"Well, isn't that a fucking useful information." Your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Fuck me then."
"What."
"You heard me, I said. Fuck. Me."
For the first time, it felt that you had the upper-hand. From the way Jisung seem to be more intimidated by your voice. You wanted him to feel the pain that you felt. Used like how he used you. You wanted to get back at him.
"If you don't, I'll leave."
That seemed to set a fire alarm in his ears because he was quick on his feet. His hand coming up to harshly grip onto your shirt to pull it off. You obliged, moving your hand to his neck to wrap it around his neck. With a quick tug, you pulled Jisung onto the bed, his back landed on the soft matress as you straddled his hips.
He groaned when you hastily reached his zipper, pulling down his cock. which slapped against his stomach in an instant. Veiny and red.
He was about to lean in for a kiss before you covered his lips, pouting slightly at your refusal. A smirk played on your lips as you whispered against his ear. "It doesn't feel nice, does it?"
He was about to utter your name when you began pumping his length harshly, causing him to let out loud moans.
"How pathetic, I haven't even started putting my pussy inside." You mocked.
Sliding your panties to the side, you guided his hardened cock towards your wet slick, quickly slammed your hips against him once it was slid in smoothly. Both of you moan at the contact.
Bouncing against him with such speed, you could only struggle to let out few whimpers as he held tightly onto your hips, urging you to move faster.
You could tell he was nearing from the way his grip tightened. You were sure that it would leave bruises the next day. However, that was the least of your worries as you removed yourself away from him. He groaned in frustation at the sudden loss of contact.
"Why did yo— ah!" He was interrupted when you began sucking him without warning. His noises began to grow increasingly louder, which only made you shove your throat deeper, determined to take him in completely.
He moaned aloud your name in ecstasy, finally being able to release. His load painting your mouth as you swallow it clean.
He was panting from the pure bliss, having had one of the best blow jobs he had ever gotten.
He watched as you began to clean yourself up, slowly putting on your clothes. "Wait— where are you going?" He asked, grabbing your arm to stop you.
"We're done here." You said coldly.
"But—"
"You got what you wanted. I hope you're happy so don't ever contact me again." You began, making your way towards the door.
"Consider this our last session."
And with that, Jisung was left shock. Sitting alone in a stranger's bed as he was left defeated with the fact that you were never going to feel the same way for him again.
He knew he had fucked up. Badly.
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can you do a smut with dom!nate x sturniolo triplets sister where they're at a restaurant with the triplets and nate starts fingering her idc abt anything else but like please im begging you 🙏🙏
FORGIVE ME
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!nate x sls!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: being friends with benefits with your triplet brothers’ best friend isn’t the smartest idea. especially when nate teases you at a restaurant with your siblings there, there’s only one way to forgive him.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, mentions underage drinking, fingering, public, oral (female/male receiving), p in v
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,277
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: first sturniolo’s little sister fic😯 i find this trope fun LOL
i miss why don’t we they were MY one direction.
hope you like it anon!
a burger sounds so good right now. you think to yourself before being rudely interrupted when a foot taps your shin from under the table. your annoyed eyes are met with chris’. “what are you getting?” he asks.
you shrug, continuing to scan the menu in front of you. “probably a bacon cheeseburger.”
your triplet brothers invited you out to dinner at the finest establishment around: texas roadhouse.
they picked up nathan along the way, who’s sitting silently next to you as the other three are squished in the booth across from you. the four of you are close and know everything about each other, which is the best kind of sibling relationship.
well, they think they know everything about you.
what they don’t — and will never know — is your friends with benefits with nate.
it started randomly at a high school party, where the two of you got drunk and made out which led to you guys fucking in the bathroom. it’s bizarre but true.
turns out, the two of you enjoyed it and this whole thing went on from there. that was months ago, by the way.
while taking a sip of your shirley temple, a hand is placed on your thigh. you look over to the culprit, who is talking casually to your siblings.
his hand teasingly moves up and down, each time getting closer to your waistband. your breath hitches as the waitress comes over. “are you guys ready?” she asks in her customer service voice, smiling as she clicks her pen.
“you go first, y/n.” nate says innocently, taking his fingers and now putting them in your pants to rub hard on your clit. he knows you love getting penetration there.
little shithead.
you clear your throat. “c-can i have a bacon cheeseburger, please?”
the waitress nods, writing on her notepad. “with what side?”
you feel two fingers going inside your wetness, moving at a medium pace. “mmm— fries!” you say loud and quickly. you clear your throat again. “please.”
the three across from you give the same weird look, as if silently saying ‘what the fuck is the matter with you?’
soon, the others put their orders in and go into their conversations. nate keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you, a low whimper leaving your mouth.
when he knows your brothers aren’t listening because they’re arguing about whatever the fuck, he scoots closer to you and leans to your ear. “you’re so wet, baby. is it all for me?”
you grip his wrists, trying to pull him away when you feel your orgasm approaching. it’ll be embarrassing to cum in your pants. “nate—”
“you’re coming back to our house, right?” nick asks, causing nate to pull out his fingers and readjust in his seat.
“yup,” he replies, giving your thigh a tight squeeze.
you storm into your bedroom, nate following closely behind. you shut the door and lock it, putting your hands on your hips and tapping your foot like an angry parent. “are you trying to get us caught? what were you thinking?!”
he chuckles. “cut me some slack, will ya?”
he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to where your chests touch. you try your best to give him your best mad face, but to him, you look adorable. “i’m sorry.” he fake pouts.
he tugs at your shirt and slowly lifts it over your head, throwing it somewhere on the ground. his lips are mere centimeters from yours. “forgive me?”
“we don’t have time. they’ll get suspicious,” you whisper.
he shakes his head, now taking off his shirt. “they think the texas roadhouse got to the best of me. i’ll be in the bathroom for a while.” he winks, pecking your lips.
you bite your lip, not losing eye contact when you start to unbuckle his jeans. “i don’t think i forgive you.” you say sweetly, getting on your knees and simultaneously pulling his pants down.
“guess i’ll have to see.” you continue, eyeballing his hard-on through his boxer. you start to rub your hand over the fabric, a groan leaving nate’s mouth.
you give the tip a little kiss before pulling down his underwear, his dick aching for attention. you wrap your mouth around him, going as much as you can down his base.
moistening his lips, he throws his head back. he always loved the feeling of your warm mouth around him.
you start to bob your head, the gulping noises intensifying the faster you go. “shit.” nate exhales, taking his finger and lifting your chin so you can look at him.
he starts to thrust his hips to match your bobs, gagging in the process.
he pulls out of your mouth and in the blink of an eye, he flips you so you lay on your back. despite your bed being quite literally a foot away from you guys, he’s now on the ground with you between your legs. “forgive me yet?”
“n—” you don’t finish the word when he starts to dig into you without warning. even better, he takes his thumb and plays with your clit like how he did at the restaurant.
you moan too loudly, covering your mouth with your palm. the last thing you want is for your brothers to hear you. your other hand travels to nate’s head, grasping onto his hair tightly. “i’m close.” you mumble, making him pull away.
“what the hell?” you sigh annoyingly.
“shush.” he says, flipping you over once again to where you are now straddling his lap. “ride me.”
you smirk, kissing on his neck down to his chest. he grows impatient, lifting your hips and playing yourself on his cock. you whine, leaning back up straight and grinding your hips to feel him rub the right way on your walls.
“fuck.” you whimper. he grabs your hips and starts to bounce you, a squeal coming out of you. “nathan, fuck!”
“best be quiet, baby.” he smirks. “don’t want them to hear their little sister on their best friend’s dick.”
you whine lowly, biting your lip to quiet your moans. he sits up and you grab both sides of his neck, looking deep into each other’s eyes. he’s smiling smugly, but your face is contorting with pleasure.
he groans when he twitches inside of you.
“did nate fall asleep on the toilet?” matt’s voice echoes down the hallway, three pairs of footsteps along with it.
“the ribs probably gave him food poisoning or some shit.” chris replies.
nate moves you faster on him, panting lowly in the process. there’s no way he can stop now. he’s way too close.
the doorknob shakes, startling the both of you, but you guys keep going. “what the fuck? why is your door locked?” nick asks.
“fuck y/n, i’m cum—” you swallow his words by giving him an opened-mouthed kiss. you moan softly into his mouth, making sure you cum first before lifting yourself off of him.
he groans into your mouth when his cum makes a mess on his abs. “hello? earth to y/n?”
you pull away, staying in position to quietly catch your breath. “s-sorry, what?” you stammer.
“why is your door locked?” this time, the question is asked by matt.
“changing,” you answer, nate giggling silently.
there’s an awkward silence for a few beats before it's broken. “okay…” nick says in a hesitant manner, and their footsteps eventually recede.
“holy shit.” nate throws his head back to laugh, and you smack him on the chest.
“be quiet,” you mumble, getting off from the floor.
thank god you locked the door, or things could’ve ended terribly.
𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
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Mammon x Demon!Male!Reader [Smut]
Warning; stuck-in-a-wall trope, overstimulation, mind-break, master kink, fwb au.
Masterlist.
Game; Obey Me: Shall We Date?
Requested by Mister "A" on AO3.
(M/n) was a well-known demon in the Devildom, whether it was because of his looks or magic it didn't matter that much. He was powerful, almost as powerful as Lord Diavolo, why? No one knew, but they knew not to mess with him.
Everyone knew of the unspoken rule, but did Mammon care? Not one bit, that's for sure. Even so, it brought him so much fun and... a good fuck every once in a while.
The way they met wasn't extravagant or anything, Mammon was working in Hell's Kitchen after he fucked up and Lucifer scolded him for it, taking his dear Goldie away until he learned from his mistakes... kinda useless, Lucifer should know by now that Mammon would always be Mammon. He met (M/n) there, a man that looked rich, even if he didn't try, his demeanor and behavior screamed "rich bitch" everywhere you looked.
And Mammon just took the chance.
That chance took him to (M/n)'s bed, ending with him thoroughly fucked and almost unable to move on his own.
He kept encountering him, and with time, they just turned into friends with benefits.
But now, Mammon is really questioning the reason he came over, watching through the invisible wall how (M/n) walked closer to him, unbuckling his belt.
I'm fucked...
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(M/n) had received a text from Mammon telling him he had been gambling and lost a lot of money, so he needed to hide from Lucifer and the people he owned money to for a while, just until he was able to get the correct amount, or have someone else pay for it.
He doubted for a few seconds, painfully aware of how Mammon would take someone's expensive belongings to sell and continue gambling, he has a really bad habit of stealing and losing it all, so, even if he's not used to using his powers unless he absolutely needs to, (M/n) went around his apartment, placing spells around anything that could catch Mammon's eye, specifically leaving the expensive stuff in plain view.
He trusted Mammon would never steal from him, he's never done it before, but this time, he was hiding from Lucifer and who knows how many other people, so he couldn't be sure.
The most valuable stuff was in his room, and leaving a good amount of money on the desk, he placed the biggest trap on it. The other spells would only zap him or create a wall of protection, but this? This was gonna trap Mammon until he decided to break the spell.
A few minutes later, the bell rang and Mammon's voice could be heard through the door.
"(M/n), open up~!" He said in a cheerful voice, making the male show a small smile as he rolled his eyes.
He opened the front door, being greeted with a hug from the white-haired male before he made himself at home.
They didn't do much, they watched a movie, a few chapters of a popular series, and talked a bit, unusual behavior for them, since they only met up to have sex, but not this time.
"I need to use the bathroom, excuse me," (M/n) muttered setting his beer down, standing up, and going to his bathroom.
"Sure~ I'll wait," Mammon said looking down at his phone. He heard the bathroom door close and he stood up, searching around to find anything he could take without (M/n) noticing, "Nope, that's too obvious," he whispered while looking at the big black vase holding a bouquet of flowers, "Well... it looks really expensive-"
He bit his tongue and turned around before he decided to take that, and he kept swiftly looking around, soon spotting (M/n)'s bedroom door open. His mind flashed with all the small but valuable things he has seen in there while getting his brains fucked, and taking a deep breath to steady his speeding heartbeat, he walked in.
Mammon didn't have to search around for long, because on top of the desk, very obviously in plain sight, there was a small pile of cash. He didn't think much of how it was placed, it was almost as if it had huge arrows pointing at it, and a megaphone repeating 'Money! Right here, Mammon!' over and over again.
Everyone knows that Mammon isn't the brightest of the bunch, and he's aware of that, and tries to be better, it just... never works.
Rushing without a care in the world, Mammon placed his hands on the money and grabbed it, but before he could react, the trap had been activated, the money disappearing as it was never there, he tried to move closer to look around to find it, but as he bent over the desk, he got trapped in a spell. A magic wall.
Now he realized he fucked up.
(M/n) came out of the bathroom, and saw the living room empty, so he knew his plan might've worked, he just had to find Mammon, and by the sounds coming through the slightly open door of his room, he didn't have to look for long.
There, he saw Mammon struggling to try and break free from the grip the magic wall had on him, but it really wasn't working, even more, since the spell (M/n) used disabled the abilities of who it catches, so Mammon really wasn't getting out of there. And while trashing around, Mammon had seen over his shoulder through the invisible wall.
And that takes us to the present.
"(M/n), how nice it is seeing you! Could you please help me?" The (h/c) haired demon stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the flustered look on Mammon's face after being caught, and soon a smirk grew on his face, reaching his hand down to unbuckle his belt.
"You need punishment, love."
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"M-master, please... I-I can't cu-cum anymore~," Mammon's words were slurred, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with every hard thrust inside him, hitting and stimulating his prostate endlessly, his hands gripping the desk, leaving the scratch marks of his nails on the dark wood.
(M/n) kept a tight grip on Mammon's hips, using his magic to create a phantom hand that would grip his white hair, pulling it and keeping his head up.
"You should've thought twice before trying to take my money, darling," (M/n) slowed down his thrusts, his hips flushed against Mammon's, every inch of his cock buried deep inside him.
"Fuck~!" Mammon's voice came out an octave higher, his legs trembling, his dick twitching and oozing cum, "I'm sorry, please! I won't... I won't do it again, Master~"
(M/n) made the phantom hand turn Mammon's head a little toward him, their faces almost pressed together through the wall, "You mean it?" Mammon nodded frantically, tears filling his eyes and drool slowly dripping down the corners of his mouth.
"Please, I'm sorry... please please I can't-" his words were mumbled, sounding almost like a babble, and (M/n) was enjoying the view of an overstimulated Mammon, maybe a little too much.
"You want me to let you go?" Mammon whimpered and nodded, whining a small 'yes~' as his hands desperately gripped the desk harder, his legs were trembling so much he was glad (M/n) and the wall was holding him up, "Make me cum then."
(M/n)'s words were followed by hard, deep thrusts, filling every inch of Mammon's pulsating insides, making him cry out with pleasure, cum just leaking from his cock and his body shaking from the feeling of his prostate being pounded. He was fully crying now, tears sliding down his face and neck, some drops falling to the ground he was standing on.
Mammon's mouth was wide open, releasing lewd moans and whines, his eyes closing every few seconds, his eyelashes soaked with his tears.
What a pretty sight~
The phantom hand released Mammon's hair, sticking its fingers in his mouth instead. Mammon moaned around the digits in his mouth, and with slow motions, the hand started finger-fucking his mouth, making the demon choke on his moans and drool.
Knowing about Mammon's small oral fixation was a nice detail (M/n) casually found out, and hearing Mammon's muffled moans, getting louder and louder just made him feel accomplished, especially when he felt Mammon clenching around his cock every time the fingers went to far back in his throat.
He really liked this fucked dumb Mammon, so maybe he'll start leaving money out everywhere where the greedy demon could try and take it. Just maybe.
(What the fuck did I just write 💀 this is the worst)
(I ran out of ideas, if you didn't realize 🙃)
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HIII! How are you, pookie? Here a request.
Honestly I love vendetta Leon, I think he has so much potential in fics! So, I was thinking about grumpy vendetta Leon who gets paired up in a mission with agent reader who is younger than him and they're full of life, literally a sunshine.
Leon sometimes would be bothered by reader's attitude, like 'why are they so happy?' or something like that, but after finishing the mission he would get used to reader, yet he would be his usual stern and cold himself. After some months of working together, Leon starts liking reader because they make him happy or something like that. (they could end together like a couple. You can make it fluff, angst or smut, it's up to you! I also loved your last fic, bodyguard Leon it's just another level 😭)
I'm doing fine lovieee!!! Ty for the request ^-^! Ngl I had an idea and idk if you're into a crossover trope but I DID IT>:)) Reader from SHIELD from the marvels!! Two different agents working together for their agency benefits omg. Hope you like it pookie!!😭🤞 lil smut in here😍😍
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MarvelAgent!Reader x Vendetta!Leon
Word count: 3,546
𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎.
Leon thought to himself, “why can’t I have a peaceful vacation?” His peace always gets interrupted when he had been given a chance to enjoy his day off, even if it means his vacation is drinking his problem away and get wasted.
After that mission, he was assigned yet again to another. He took his flask out to clench his thirst but Chris quickly took his beloved alcohol away from him, “come on, Leon.” Chris sighs and put the flask aside, he earned a grumble from Leon as the tired agent sat on his seat and lean back.
He doesn’t know why he’s still here, his mission’s finished, right? Can’t he go back to his vacation and drink away? Why did the D.S.O assigned him to another mission when they clearly gave him a day off, he hasn’t been able to enjoy his break the fullest.
“Why am I here?” He asked himself, Chris cock a brow and elbow on his knees. Nudging his friends leg, “you good?” he asked, Leon hums and spread his legs apart—his mood shifting and his patience running.
Voices broke out, coming closer to the two.
“We’re glad you have convinced Director to have you work for us for a while, agent.” A males voice was heard, a heels that belongs to a female clicks as a soft chuckle was caught, “it’ll benefit both us, that’s why it took director to agree.”
The door was swung open, Leon’s eyes darted at the two individuals—he recognize the man but the woman beside him, he didn’t met before nor does she works for the D.S.O, Leon tap Chris’ shoulder with the back of his hand and point directly at you, “who’s she?” he asked in a whisper, Chris shrugged and respond, “probably from a different agency base on her attire,” the males eyed you from head to toe, “uhm, or a new recruit?”
“A new recruit doesn’t look like that, Chris.”
Your eyes quickly caught the two agents, Chris quickly looked away and cleared his throat—Leon on the other hand, maintain eye contact with his arms folded against his chest. “She looks young,” Chris hums to Leon’s remark, “guessing she’s in her mid-twenties or something like that.”
A smile flashed to him, your eyes smiled with your lips—as if the sun was kissing Leon all over the face. Your attire, Leon assumes it’s a uniform that all agent wears in your agency—all black, straps over your thighs, waist and chest. Fit and highlighting your curves.
“Ah, agent Kennedy!” The man exclaimed, his voice raised as he walks to the tired agent, “please to see you here, this is…” you cut him off and told Leon your name, he hadn’t heard that name before so he knew you’re not from around here.
Furthermore, Leon got the gist of it—you, from the S.H.I.E.L.D comes to work with D.S.O for a while, approximately for eight months via contract. And, he’s assigned to be with you, special mission was also been handed over to the two of you.
Chris left Leon with you after a few minutes hearing about the mission that’s been given for him and yours only, giving the tired agent the best before leaving.
“Fantastic,” Leon groans and threw his head back, “not the reaction I am expecting, agent.” You smiled and take a sit beside him, taking the file from his hand, flipping pages and humming to yourself. Silence was loud as you speak to break the eerie silence, “I never expect you in this kind of state.” You murmur.
Leon shot his head up and looks at you, “what do you mean?” he asked, “when I read your files, you were quite a charm sir.” You turn your head and grin at him, “and younger, full of life—now…” you stop yourself and chuckle, Leon doesn’t know whether he would take that as an insult or a compliment.
“You have files about me?” Leon click his tongue and shakes his head, “don’t believe ya.” He mutter, taking his flask from the other side of the table, raising a brow as you took it away from his hand, “come on!” he grumbles and rolled his eyes, “can’t drink today, Leon. We have a job to finish.”
“About the files…” you started to tease the agent further, explaining little events that had happen to his life—how you knew the shits he had to endure and how he was forced in this agent gig just to protect someone, but you didn’t drew the line. It did made the agent irritated, resulting him to walk away.
You laugh at his reaction, you will have your fun breaking down his walls bit by bit and give him the relaxation he deserves. After all, he’s been through enough right?
“Why are you here?” He groans, you smiled up to him, “I mean, gonna share some intel on our mission, no?” you remind him and share the location and what are the objectives to accomplish, Leon had no choice but to listen—he is assigned with you after all.
What he had in mind is that you’re all smiles, always flashing your teeth to him as your eyes smiles too—you’re just so… Happy, full of life and energy. And he’s, well, grumpy.
It gives sunshine and grumpy duo, you were always asking him if he got that and that he’s still listening, of course he is! He’s just wondering what kept you look sore in the eyes.
“So,” Leon starts, his tired eyes gazing to you, “the contract only last for eight months?” he raise a brow and tilt his head to your side as he question, you nod in response and cross your leg—a smile forming on your face, “yes sir, and I’ll be out of your ass after eight months.” You heard a scoff from him and drink from his flask, “that’s good.” He murmurs.
Laughing at his response, you read files about him back at S.H.I.E.L.D’s and you never knew that the man had his colors drained, well—you want to change that, add a little blues and hues to his life and it’ll give him the thrill.
“Do you always dye your hair every phrase you go down to?”
“What do you mean?” Leon sighs and asked, wondering why he even bothers hanging around with you as you swirl your drink in hand, “I mean, you were a bright bloke the night before the incident back at Raccoon City, then when you went to save the presidents daughter—your hair became a little dull and longer and so on so forth and now…” you eyed him from his chest and head, “you look emo.”
He would be lying if he didn’t crack a smile, “You’re funny.” He says sarcastically, you gave a bow; hand in chest and bow down with elegance. “Why thank you, my good sire.” You tease.
Well that wouldn’t end well, assignment had been piling up on the two of you and it result you always carrying the mission and giving Leon light works, he always asked why, your responded with: “can’t have my senior break his back.”
Even though there was the big assignment for the two of you, you help Leon first with his extra ones—paperwork and some stuff he needs to finish rather than stressing around it, saving him from the burden. Then the main event had finally come.
Retrieving an item for the D.S.O and data for S.H.I.E.L.D, wondering why can’t S.H.I.E.L.D’s best heroes do this—to be honest, they’re busy on their own saving civilizations. And you’re chill being away from them for a while, and only a month; Leon started to get used from your tactics and personality. Although he’s still his cold, grumpy, stern and glaring anyone that invade his space.
“so, what kind of monsters do you fight?” you asked, shooting at the enemies opposite side from Leon, “zombies and some fucked up shit that B.O.Ws create.” He shouts from above, you gasp and smack the zombie in its head and shot it, “you guys fight these stuff?” you speak with curiosity.
“Yeah, why’d you ask? No, what do you fight?”
“Aliens from outer space, crazy things that got in New York and oh! There was this god who uhm,” you pause, stabbing your opponent with the tip back of your heel, “who almost held the entire city hostage.” You chuckle your last word and turn to him, he couldn’t describe anything right now. Probably the word silly and unbelievable would do the trick.
He jumps down and land on his feet, stepping towards you and hand on his hip, “you got to be fucking with me.” He remarks, not believing a word that you just said, “do I look like I’m lying, Mr. Kennedy?” you hums and took your hand off the chest of the zombie, taking the heart with you as it was still beating.
“Don’t…” he points to your hand, “fucking do that shit.” He finishes and sigh, “and I don’t know whether to believe you or not, but no.” his lips turns to a thin line and his brows still furrowed, “your face looks like it hurts.” You pointed out and threw the heart in your hand away.
The agent doesn’t know what he’ll do to you, you got the energy and stamina to be optimistic about everything and he doesn’t know where you’re seeing the light.
You turn your head to him, folded your arms and shift your weight to your right—both of you covered in crimson from the enemies, “got the thing?” you question him as Leon brought the item that the D.S.O wanted and wiggle it on the air and put it back to his pocket, “how about you? Got the data that S.H.I.E.L.D needed?” you flash him the document in hand and push it to his chest.
“Tada! Teamwork, baby!” you yelled and pat his shoulder, “by the way, do we only take your bike all the way back?” Leon nodded and walks off, you followed. “That sucks, I’ll share the pay for the gas.”
You hum your way out and got to his vehicle, it’s still daylight and he never thought that the “big mission” that he got assigned on with you would be that easy, well since you carried. Leon got to give you credits for that.
“Hop on.” He lets you hold on to the documents and got on, you stared at him blankly, not moving an inch. “What are you waiting for?” he asked, groaning as he wants this to get this over with, “you know, base on the data and files that I read about you, uhm… I don’t trust your driving skills, I didn’t got killed by big enemies and here I am, going to die with your driving.” You murmur under your breath.
Leon felt insulted by that, squinting his eyes as he groans in annoyance. “It’s either I’ll drive or leave you here.” He gives out a choice, although it’s an ass of a choices but you got to his back and be his passenger princess.
One hand around his waist and one hand holding on to the data that’ll you bring back, your chin rest to his shoulder as he starts the engine and took off.
The whole ride was you telling stories about your time in your own agency, how you got in and how you met the Avengers that the Director put together, you were included on the team as well. You told Leon how the Avengers broke out a civil war, it kept him entertained by your silly stories that he finds unbelievable—well, zombies and mutated things would be considered as fictions too but it happened to him so he’ll probably give it a pass.
You both made it back safely, you kept your promise and fill his tank full and paid for it and you were delighted that you’re still in one piece after riding with Leon, you kept the document safe somewhere in your arranged office inside the agency and Leon gave the item they needed.
Mission accomplished.
But you still have four months left before the contract ends, you spent those four months helping Leon and turn him into a better version of himself—you share your point of view and emphasize with his struggle, you shared laughter and warmth with him.
It made his day, he would be lying if he doesn’t enjoy your presence. He got used to you, always greeting him with a smile first thing in the morning, coffee in his hand than the usual flask that he drinks in. Although he still looks as terrible, he thinks his mental health is improving.
There was a time that you’d go annoy him and he’ll snap at your shits, like the one time you gave him a hug then ran off after squeezing his tits.
“You know,” you start, your heels clicks as you turn to Leon, he squints his eyes—not trusting your tone of voice, “what?”
“I think you need a hug,” you open your arms wide, your lips turn to a pout and gave him the embrace that you think he deserves, with a little squeeze too. He was stun and dumbfounded at the sudden affection, “what in the actual fuck are you doing?” he hisses, but didn’t pushed you away.
“I’m hugging the most dangerous agent known to man,” you hum, burying your face to his chest, “you know, to look for a good man is to look for his heart.” You added and nuzzle, the agent gave an ick expression and question further, “heart? Why are you burying your face to my chest then?”
“Not my fault that your tits were in the way.” You respond and quickly grab a handful of his tits and squeeze it hard as you can and ran off, “son of a bitch! Get back here!” he yelled—caught him off guard as he chased after you and your giggles burst to every corner of the agency.
Hey, at least you’re giving light on the place, right?
If you’re being honest, you’d let him blow your back if he asked to take his frustration out—you’d notice his erection every after assignments that you help him with, asking yourself how he’s able to hold it all in and not jerk off. Does his dick just calms down?
You were dropping hints to him, launching flirty unsuspecting comments and small gestures but he seems to be not taking the hint, poking his buttons every time you want him to ask you for help.
Dreams do come true, maybe. You and Leon inside an unused room and a very secluded spot inside the building, your mouth shut with his right hand and his other gripping your lower back. Your back pressing against the door of the room, one leg up to his hip as his hand slides down to hold your rear and squeeze it.
Your muffle moans escaping your lips as Leon penetrates your insides, his hips piston to yours as his tip kisses your cervix every thrust he makes that made your legs go weak, his lips in the crook of your neck—nibbling on your flesh as you sense that his movements are taking his anger out.
“That’s it, take all of me.” He mutter, his fingertips digging to your flesh as you moan against his hand. “Gotta keep that mouth shut or else you’ll get both of us in trouble.” He hisses, increasing the speed of his pace that got your eyes rolling back, your gummy walls clenching to his shaft as it penetrates your womb.
Trying your best to minimize your moan, your gasp and small whimper ignites fire inside of Leon. He was pissed at some point, he always wonders why do you keep bothering him like a lost puppy.
He grit his teeth, sucking on to your flesh and biting down—holds you up in the air and humps on you with urgency, his hands grabbing your rear as he got deeper and focuses on making you feel your release, “L-Leon…” you gasp, feeling a warm sensation on your stomach, “m gonna cum.” You whine, he scoffs and planted sloppy kisses on your neck.
Your breath hitches as you gasp, your hand quickly covered your mouth as your moans are growing louder. Leon mutter curses as his hips started to spasm, he could feel you going to milk every drop of him as he reach his release. Your legs and hips jerk, your body jolted as you came to his cock—your puffy cunt milking him as he pulls and slam back in and fucks his orgasm.
“not so annoying now, huh?” he snicker and pulled out, helping you clean as your pussy was well-fucked by an older guy, you were in ecstasy in the thought of older men do it better.
He's grumpy, but he still has a heart to give you aftercare and take care of you since he made you like that. After all, you started to grow on him a little.
The eight month arrived and the contract finally ended, it saddens Leon to know this and watch you leave. Will he ever get to see you again? He thought himself that every night he went to sleep.
Who will greet him when he enters work?
Who will be delighted to have his presence around?
Who would acknowledge him as a person and not as the agent?
Who would bring him coffee and force him to drink that than the flask he drinks every night?
He got attached to you, and he feels like shit. What choice does he have than watch you go? Turn your back and look at him for the last time and say your last goodbye?
Would he ever feel your annoying presence and your lips on his cheeks every time you find him angry and sulking? Probably not, the contract finally ended and that’s that.
“my rides here.” You utter, your tone down as you look over to Leon, you smiled and keep on a bright mood, “try not to miss me so much.” You wink and stood up, “want to walk with me, Leon?” you held out an offering hand as he took it with no hesitation.
From the past few months you were clinging to him, now; he clings to you.
Hands intertwined together as he escorts you outside the building of the agency, the surrounding spacious as the ship revealed its presence—it was invisible so Leon was impressed by the technology it has.
You broke your hand to him and got to the ship, running up quickly to give the files to director Fury, “got the data? Good job, Agent.” The director praises and got inside, you on the other hand—quickly got down again and face Leon as the machine wringing and the wind blowing.
The warm of your hand connects to his cheeks, he melts right under your touch—he felt so… depress to see you go, he feels like every life and color that you pour into him will drain him eventually after you left and get back to his old drinking habits, he’d miss the coffee you’d serve him every morning and the sneaky kisses you plant to his face every time you caught him off guard.
You slowly took your hand and turn your back on him, the others are waiting and watching. As if they’re watching two people part ways that had crossed path once and won’t meet again, that’s just how cruel destiny was, right?
The sun is setting, Leon needs to act fast.
“Hey.” Leon called, he takes a couple of steps as he faces you. You look back at him, a gentle smile was on your face—it beams with the orange setting sun, it was warm and for the first time. Leon didn’t find that annoying.
“Yeah?”
The sound of the harsh wind almost blocks your voices as you answer the agent, the wringing didn’t stop as your ride and your other teams needed you to depart with them.
“Will I…” Leon chokes on his words, embarrassed to say as his eyes softens and feel his chest tightens.
“Will I ever get to see you again?”
You smiled at his question, touched by his words that he wishes to see you again. “You and I will meet again, Leon.” You chuckle.
“Someday.”
With that, you got in with your team—Director Fury guiding you back as the door slowly shut in front of Leon. The ship was now invisible to the naked eye, he knew that you were now gone.
How?
He couldn’t feel your presence anymore.
He was now left alone in the setting sun, the orange hue hitting his face as he looks at the sun itself. It remind reminds him of you, warm and beautiful to watch.
But heartbreaking to see you go and let darkness take place.
Leon wishes that someday, you two will meet again.
He’ll be waiting… in the setting sun.
Hoping that the two of you will crossed paths again.
Someone give this man a hug, a kiss, take his alcohol away (we don't want him drinking away) put him into a blanket burrito and a hot cocoa.
Don't worry, I'm just silly and he'll meet reader again>-<!!
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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
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SFW🌿
⭑ Oh my god you guys are a little family! Well, not so little... even though Rhaenyra is married to Laenor, she is still in a secret relationship with you and Harwin.
⭑ Her sons are like your own, and you treat them with so much love and respect.
⭑ But they probably see you as an Aunty/Uncle (I guess the same as Harwin)
⭑ You’re probably legally married to Harwin? And he fell in love with Rhaenyra, and so did you. If you present as male, then I think you would be their guard.
⭑ Rhaenyra calls you ‘my love,’
⭑ And Harwin calls you ‘my heart.’
⭑ If you’re quick to anger, Rhaenyra will be by your side, stroking your arm:
“It’s okay, my love,” she’ll coo.
⭑ Harwin is like a rock for both you and Rhae. He’s always ready to pick you up when you’re down.
⭑ And he loves making you smile. He would degrade himself in all ways, just to see the side of your lips quirk up.
⭑ You love to tuck the boys into bed and tell them bedtime stories. Their favourites are ones with dragons and knights (of course-)
⭑ Alicent would be outrageously jealous - I think the big thing with her is that she wants the same freedom. But because of her standing, and her family, she feels as if she cannot do what Rhaenyra does. Alicent firmly believes that actions have consequences.
⭑ You can usually find Rhaenyra with her sons - she watches on as Jacaerys and Lucerys train.
⭑ Harwin is with them training, and you’re either helping or watching on as well.
⭑ Viserys really likes you; it’s because you take the time to look at his model of the city. He does love his family, and although he might not be the greatest king, he is a great father and grandfather.
⭑ Harwin likes to steal kisses when no one is watching 9if you’re not married) but if you are, then his lips aren’t far from your own
⭑ Rhaenyra isn’t jealous - she understands, but you try not to do it in front of her
⭑ You and Rhaenyra are like best friends with benefits; you love talking with each other and find that you understand each other on a deeper level
⭑ You and Laenor get on well too - you don’t care about his preferences and sometimes wonder if Harwin could be attracted to him?
⭑ Harwin always does this sneak-attack thing where he’ll creep up behind you and jump on you, or pick you up
⭑ And you’ve gotten so used to it, that you know exactly when he’s about to pounce
⭑ Rhaenyra always listens intently whenever you have something to say
⭑ And you love reading to her. She finds your voice very calming
⭑ All three of you are very sarcastic and witty. Humour is a big part of your relationship!
⭑ Relationship Tropes:
✧ Dumbass (Harwin) x Dumbass In Training (You) x Oh Fck I Guess They’re My Dumbasses (Rhaenyra)
✧ Tall (Harwin) x Smol (Rhaenyra) x Slightly Taller Than Smol (You)
✧ The Adventurous (Harwin) x The Hyperactive (You) x The Unheeded Voice of Reason (Rhaenyra)
NSFW🔞minors dni!
⭑ Rhaenyra likes to watch you and Harwin. When she’s alone, she’ll imagine your hands untying Harwin’s pants, pulling them down and freeing his hard cock.
⭑ Harwin loves the cowgirl position, and the other behind the rider, kissing and nipping at their breasts.
⭑ Harwin is a switch, but mostly a sub
⭑ Rhaenyra is mostly a dom, but will gladly give the reigns to anyone
⭑ If you want the princess to be putty in your hands, then nibble on her ear
⭑ And Harwin loves to take advantage of an empty corridor
⭑ He also adores face-sitting, especially when Rhaenyra is bouncing on his cock and you’re on top of his face.
⭑ But Harwin’s favourite sexual act is bondage;
⭑ You’ve tried mutual masturbation but it doesn’t last for long. Harwin usually gives up and wants to touch you both.
⭑ Harwin is very thick, veiny, and in length - around 9.5 inches when fully erect.
⭑ If you’re able to have children, then you would have a tonic that prevents pregnancy. But if you and Harwin do wish to have children - then that’s a different case.
⭑ I do think Harwin has a breeding kink ... and he loves stuffing himself deep inside you, his cum filling up your cunt.
⭑ Rhaenyra likes anal, but likes to eat your ass especially
⭑ And she adores her hair being pulled
⭑ You would have a drawer full of toys; dildos, strap-ons (GoT versions of course, maybe out of a special material in King’s Landing?) paddles (for spanking), ropes, cloths for tying around one’s eyes etc,.
⭑ The aftercare is especially lovely - sometimes all three of you are too tired so you cuddle in each other’s arms until someone has to leave.
⭑ Or when you do feel especially dirty, you and Rhaenyra will hop into a warm bath while Harwin cleans the both of you.
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Summary: Ten just looks so pretty in your skirt.
Pairing: Ten x fem!reader
Tropes: friends with benefits au
Genre: smut
Rating: R 18+
Warnings: Ten in a skirt, language
Smut Warnings: pegging, feminization (calling male anatomy female anatomy, feminine pet names/pronouns used, etc.), clothed sex, dirty talk, praise kink, a little degradation
Word Count: 1,107
Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye
Note: thank you to @stardragongalaxy and @anyamaris for beta/proofing this
Before You Interact
February Filth Masterlist
Listen to ♡ Bad New (ENG ver) by Kiss of Life
“Ten, why are you in my closet?” You call from your bed.
There isn’t a response. You can hear him rooting through your things, though. Shaking your head, you look back at your phone, scrolling through posts mindlessly. A cacophony of clatters startles you out of your scrolling again. It’s very obvious that Ten knocked something over. With a sigh, you roll out of bed and make your way to your walk-in closet. The sight you’re greeted with is something you aren’t sure how to process at first. The ground is covered in hangers and random clothing items. Your friend, however, is wearing your clothes: a pretty black pleated skirt and a cropped white button-up top. You want to be upset with him for literally making a bomb of clothing and hangers blow up in your closet, but at the same time, you want nothing more than to destroy him. His long blonde hair is mostly loose, other than the little bit tied back into a small bun.
When he looks up at you, there’s a glimmer of shock in the cutest way possible. You step closer to him and take the edge of the skirt in your hand. You just play with the fabric for a few moments without saying a word. Ten shuffles slightly, making the hangers clatter as they shift by your feet.
“You having fun, pretty baby?” You ask, voice slightly sultry.
“Yeah,” he breathes out, “I wanted to try this on a while ago. When you first showed me it, honestly.”
You release the fabric and place a hand on his bare waist, “You look pretty like this. So damn pretty.”
“Whatcha gonna do about it then?” He teases.
You smirk and squeeze his waist slightly before moving to grab his hand. Pulling him from the closet, you guide him toward your bed and instantly push him so he lies flat on his back. The shirt shifts slightly, just enough for you to see the bottom of his chest tattoo. You let your hands wander under the loose fabric to play with his chest. It’s something you found out before you started hooking up. His nipples are severely sensitive, and you’re always happy to take advantage of that knowledge in and out of the bedroom. Ten squirms under your touch. No matter how often you play with his chest or how much you fixate on it from session to session, he’ll never be used to the feeling.
“You want me to fuck you in your pretty skirt, baby?”
“Please,” he whines, “want you to use me.”
You smirk at his response, standing up to wander back to your closet. Digging into one of the tall cupboards, you pull your strap out. You strip all of your clothing before walking back into the bedroom. When you look at Ten, you see he’s already pulled his underwear off from under the skirt. He’s hard and leaking a bit with desperation. You hear him let out a small whimper when you secure the strap on your body. Stepping closer, you absentmindedly play with his thighs just out of the way of where he needs you. You dig through your bedside table to find the lube. As much as you love to play with him and use your spit, right now, you need to fuck him while he wears your skirt. There’s no room for teasing or oral today. You pour a generous amount of lube onto your fingers and rub it together to warm it up a bit. Ten bucks his hips up when your hand just barely grazes against him.
“Hmm?” You question, “Do you want me to play with your clit, princess?”
Ten lets out a broken moan when you refer to his cock as a clit. His desperate state only gets worse when the pet name ‘princess’ falls from your lips. It’s not something you indulge in often, but today it felt right.
“Please, w-want you to–” His words get cut off when you start running your fingers along his rim.
“Want me to what?” You tease, “I’m not even fingering you yet, and you’re already a wreck? Such a pathetic baby.”
You push your fingers into him, stretching him out and getting him ready for your cock. Ten moans at the intrusion and fists the skirt in his hands. He pulls the hem up against his hips, letting you have a full view of everything. The white button-up isn’t hiding anything, either. It’s pushed up over his chest. The only part of his body it covers is his arms and collarbones. You finally bring your hand to where he wants you to touch the most. He lets out a high-pitched whine when you finally wrap your hand around him.
“Aww, does my pretty princess like being touched like this? Having her little clit and hole played with?”
He nods fervently, “Yes! Fuck, yes! I love it, want–” he cuts himself off with another moan as you finger him faster.
“Hmm? What does my princess want?”
“Fuck me!” He nearly yells, “Use my pussy like a common whore.”
Your eyes darken at his comment. He’s stretched enough that you could fuck him without hurting him in the process. There’s still going to be a bit of a stretch when you first push in. It’s something he enjoys, though, as long as you’re not causing lasting marks or pain, he couldn’t care how rough you are with him. Lining your strap up with his wet hole, you push in. Ten brings a hand up to cover his mouth as his eyebrows furrow. Your hand continues to play with his leaking cock as you push to be fully inside him.
“I wish you could see yourself, princess. You look like a damn wet dream. Cute little pussy swallowing me, clit so sensitive while I play with it.”
“P-please,” he whines, “please fuck me.”
You smirk, tugging his cock unexpectedly as you give a very sharp first thrust. He tosses his head back in pleasure. You don’t let him get out a single coherent word as you fuck into him at a brutal pace. The skirt has bits of precum on it. Each time his tip brushes against the fabric, he bucks his hips, attempting to get more of the feeling. His ponytail fell out a while ago. Now, seeing how his pretty blonde locks layout on your mattress makes him look even more fucked out and pretty.
“You want me to use you like a common whore, princess?” You ask, through a growl, “You better get ready for one hell of an afternoon.”
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a dream bookmark presents: SEP 2023
angst (noun)
a feeling of deep anxiety or dread, typically an unfocused one about the human condition or the state of the world in general.
Welcome to An Angst Bookmark, our September 2023 recommendations list with a theme around angst fics. From the start of the month, we have compiled a list of fics the community has given and prepared to give to you. We would like to provide our biggest appreciation to the people contributing to the making of this list. Thank you so much and we will announce the theme for October 2023 soon!
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|| arrow in the dark series by @tenelkadjowrites | requested by @writingmochi
This fic has dark/mature themes
Pairing: seonghwa x reader
Genre: wealthy seonghwa. fem pronouns for reader. fake dating trope. depictions of emotionally manipulative parents
Synopsis: Your quiet life of working at a convenience store is upended when ultra wealthy Seonghwa convinces you to pretend to be his girlfriend for one night in order to fool his parents.
What they said about the fic: this is not even considered as an angst fic but the way it captured it so well, especially the dynamics between each characters and how in each significant scene there is always another layer to be peeled before that ending. i swear to god that ending!!!
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|| Mune ga hachikire-sōde by @it-rains-blue | requested by @writingmochi
Pairing: soobin x reader
Genre: event drabble, fluff, sickening angst, humour
What they said about the fic: i gotta have to mentioned this one cause it's based on one of my fav songs of all time! bro, even thinking of it just… ughhhhhhh
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|| your dog loves you by @orochxi | requested by @writingmochi
Pairing: Yang Jungwon x fem!reader
Genre: Coming-of-age, hurt/comfort, melancholia, human drama
Synopsis: Jungwon goes on an arduous hike on top of a mountainous terrain by his university every morning, gently tugging the leash of an old, dumb Borzoi that he calls his. If he were to recall the past nineteen years of his life, then nothing has drastically changed between the path that he and Berlioz walked together and the hallmarks of his youth. Perhaps, as he celebrated his last walk with Berlioz as a teenager, things might be slightly different when he wakes up tomorrow.
What they said about the fic: oh god… i still remember how hard i cry to this one. gosh, even the concept of male grief is so rarely been done. and even relating this to human-pet relationship… this is just so… this fic is making me think of so many profound things even with a mundane subject...
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|| beast in a beauty series by @winterchimez | requested by Anonymous
This fic has dark/mature themes
Pairing: profiler Hyunjae x detective f!reader
Genre: jack the ripper au, angst, violence, thriller, crime
Synopsis: Set in the year 1911 in the streets of Whitechapel, London, a place infamous for its notorious Jack The Ripper murders that haunted the nation for the past decades.
Except for the fact that the killer after seemingly disappearing for a while at least, decides to strike again. It is up to you as a rookie detective, the handsome yet charming profiler Lee Hyunjae, and your group of friends to finally put the killer behind bars once and for all.
|| read your mind by @winterchimez | requested by Anonymous
This fic has dark/mature themes
Pairing: fwb Hyunjae x f!reader
Genre: angst, suggestive
Synopsis: both you and Hyunjae had a mutual agreement to begin this whole friends-with-benefits relationship from the start, but now his contradicting actions and behaviour make you question what you both truly are at this point
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Reason ~ ch. 22
pairing: female oc (devon alba) x levi ackerman
tropes: instructor x cadet, strangers to lovers, male mc falls first
warnings: angst/slow-burn, strong language, upcoming smut(18+ readers only for those chapters pls 🙈), mentions of physical assault/violence, mentions of scars, heavy sexual tension
brief summary: This story takes place a few years after the Fall of Shiganshina. Devon Alba is in her final year of the 101st Training Corps (844-847), due to her success as a cadet she gets the chance to meet Captain Levi. She doesn’t think too much of him until he catches her in the midst of doing something that she isn’t entirely supposed to be doing. But surprisingly, this leads to something unexpected...
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Devon jolted awake. She knew what she heard—someone had just entered the apartment.
And only one other person could do that.
She sat up.
It’d been a month since she’d seen him last. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t starting to feel a bit lonely at times.
She thought about her friends often. What were they upto? Where were they? Is Keith an MP now? What division did Imada and Monty pick? She never got to know…
Then-surprisingly-she’d find herself thinking about Levi. She’d wonder what he was doing… Is he safe? Is he at Scout Headquarters? Is he outside the walls? Is he hurt?
The last question always left her feeling unsettled–so much so that she’d freeze up whenever she thought about it.
Her co-worker had caught her once…
She’d been putting books back on the shelf and stopped mid-way when she saw that the book was about different kinds of tea leaves and their benefits. The first thing her mind had gone to was him. It didn’t take her long to start growing concerned about his whereabouts and… his well-being.
The thunderbolt of fear that encapsulated her body shocked her. The book slipped from her fingers and hit the ground with a low thud.
“Hey, you okay?”
She turned to see Piper staring at her with a concerned expression.
Devon immediately bent down to pick up the book, “Y-yeah.”
Piper’s hand was suddenly at her shoulder, “Hey, if you need a break I can cover you.”
Piper was only a little older than her–probably in her mid-twenties but she knew Piper was skeptical of her. She theorized it was because she didn’t socialize much at work but luckily Piper never treated her differently because of it.
Devon attempted to smile as convincingly as she could, “That’s alright! Thank you.”
She hadn’t told her co-workers that Levi was a Scout because she didn’t want to hear the entourage of questions it was certain to bring about. She just mentioned that he was in the Military–which sector was up to their interpretation.
Luckily, Piper had left after that but she had stood still for a long moment after that.
It threw her off–just how fearful she’d gotten in merely seconds.
She knew it was ridiculous. He was more than capable of taking care of himself but it made no difference. It gnawed at her–a constant nag in the back of her mind that would render her utterly frozen when brought to the forefront of her mind.
It scared her that if something happened to him she wouldn’t find out until it was too late. It scared her that there was even a chance that he wouldn’t come back to the apartment.
It scared her much more than she would like to admit.
She stood up and walked out of her room. She glanced over to see a low light coming through the small space underneath the bathroom door.
She walked up to the door and knocked.
There was a moment of silence before she heard a soft-spoken, “It’s unlocked.”
She hesitated for half a second before entering the bathroom.
Her lips pursed at the sight before her. It was just as she thought..
He sat on the edge of the bathtub. He was shirtless. His dark hair was slovenly—bits and pieces of dirt could be seen strewn within its black strands. Even though he wasn’t looking at her, she could tell that his eye bags had gotten darker. His jaw was clenched as he stared down at his feet.
Her heart lurched.
Her eyes zoned in on the jagged, deep red cut marking his collarbone. Out of all the thin cuts and scabs running along his body, it was clear that that one needed attention the most.
He was hurt.
She walked over and grabbed the gauze pad out of his hand and got to work.
She bent down slightly as she slowly wiped away the blood coating the wound. The wound had clearly not been cared for for a while.
She wondered if he’d came straight back from the expedition here..
She noticed him lean back slightly. She blushed furiously when she realized her chest had nearly grazed his face. She felt her hand go unsteady when she realized she was standing in between his legs.
She quickly turned around towards the sink. Forcing herself to even out her breathing as she disposed of the used gauze pad and grabbed another.
When she turned around she was careful not to touch him as she stepped between his legs. She bent down slightly once more, her hand trembling as she dabbed at the wound. She hated how aware she was of her chest being in his face.
He shifted slightly and her over-attuned self jolted at the action. She hadn’t expected him to move.
Her hand went to his bare shoulder to steady herself. She felt his shoulder flex underneath her hand.
“S-sorry.” she mumbled.
Just as she lifted her hand she was suddenly pulled down to his lap. His arm was around her back, holding her upright on his thigh. She couldn’t help but notice how firm his lean thighs felt underneath her bottom.
She met his unwavering dark gray eyes and almost stopped breathing.
Up-close she could see just how haggard he was. His face was smeared with dirt. And his eyes…there was a certain emptiness to them that she couldn’t comprehend. The typical harshness in his gaze remained-even if it was fainter than before, it still made him appear withdrawn. His jaw was tight with tension.
She couldn’t explain the trickle of fear that swept through her body.
What happened out there?
She wanted to ask but bit her tongue. She couldn't break the rules he had set..
She blinked, lowering her gaze to remember the task at hand. Her hand continued to shake slightly as she dabbed at the wound. Her arm brushing against his bare chest with each movement.
His eyes never left her. She knew it because she felt it. His gaze was like an added weight, making her skin go warm and body feel present. His gaze created this inexplicable knot within her–the kind of knot that only he could elicit.
It was different from the kind of knot she typically experienced before a nerve-wracking moment. Like before completing her first ODM gear training assessment or right before receiving a score from an educational exam.
She didn’t understand how or why it existed. She only knew how it made her feel…
His hand slowly slid down the curve of her waist to her hip.
They were too close. Too close.
She felt like he could hear her erratic breathing. her pounding heartbeat. her ceaseless thoughts.
What is going on with you?! She mentally scolded herself.
She was drawn back to reality when she realized the gauze pad had caught most of the blood and the wound appeared to have stopped bleeding. She glanced towards the sink, spotting the bandage tape on the counter.
Just as she got up to grab it, his hand on her hip pulled her back down. He kept a firm grip on her hip as he reached over to grab the bandage tape himself. He handed it to her.
She took it-a bit reluctant-before glancing down to see that he’d given her scissors as well–which she appreciated because she didn’t think she had it in her to ask him to rip it apart with his teeth like last time. She cut the tape to the needed length and slowly pressed it to his wound.
She felt him tense slightly but he appeared otherwise unaffected.
She used a bit of the excess tape to bandage a couple of his smaller wounds.
“Done.” she murmured.
He took the roll of bandage tape from her hands and placed it on the tub’s ledge. He made no move to release her.
She finally met his gaze only to see him turn his face elsewhere. Had she caught his gaze a second earlier she would’ve seen him staring at the bit of revealed skin at the neckline of her shirt. She wasn’t as broad as him so the neckline of his shirts tended to dip a bit lower on her narrower frame.
It was absolutely humiliating to him how he drank in even a morsel of her skin.
“Levi,”
He faced her.
He went still when she leaned forward slightly and blew at his eye. His brows furrowed when she swiped at something on his cheek.
He looked down to see her peering at an eyelash in her hand. His eyelash.
She glanced at him, “Make a wish.”
“You believe that shit.” he muttered dismally.
She rolled her eyes, “If you won’t, I will.”
“Go ahead.”
She closed her eyes for a moment. Her face expressionless before she re-opened her eyes and blew away the eyelash.
“Done.”
She felt his hand on her hip twitch.
“What’d you wish for.” he asked quietly.
She stared into his gray-blue eyes. Maybe it was just the dim lighting but it made his eyes appear to have a tinge of indigo blue.
“I wish you slept more.”
“Tch, you don’t think I try?”
“I don’t know,” she frowned, “All I know is that you look more tired.”
He didn’t respond.
Her subtle frown deepened. She figured he wouldn’t respond because he never discussed himself but it hurt her slightly regardless.
“I’ve had trouble sleeping for years,” his pensive tone suddenly turned bitter, “You’d think it’d be the opposite.”
Her eyes widened slightly–she hadn’t expected him to explain. But she couldn’t help but agree with the latter. It would take her merely seconds to close her eyes and fall asleep during the training corps. The physical exhaustion of training always made her eager to sleep.
She could only imagine how physically exhausted the scouts were after their Expeditions. Using ODM gear for long periods of time took a strenuous toll on the body.
She remembered in the beginning of training she could only utilize ODM gear for half an hour before running out of stamina but overtime her endurance grew–as well as her strength. Now she could use ODM gear for hours on end and it would feel as natural as walking; but even achieving that took three years of training.
She could only imagine that the scouts had it exponentially worse–atop of the mental stress of being outside the walls and facing titans, they had various missions to complete. They couldn’t afford any imperfect ODM gear usage; not when it could cost your life.
“Is it because I stole your bed?” she blurted.
The second the question escaped her lips she felt idiotic. She hadn’t meant to spit that out so impulsively.
Her mind had gone back to her time at the training corps so she’d suddenly remembered that the other cadets hated the beds at the barracks. She wondered if it was the same for the scouts at Scout HQ. But she knew there had to be more to it–she doubted the scouts got any sleep during their expeditions.
To her surprise, he let out a laugh. It was a short, deep chuckle that made her eyes widen.
He wished it was that simple.
“No. It’s because my shitty brain refuses to shut the fuck up.”
She paused–lost in the fact that he just laughed. It felt like an insurmountable feat somehow.
As she scrambled to find her thoughts to continue the conversation she hadn’t realized she’d taken too long to respond.
He glanced over at her. His dark gray eyes scanning her distracted expression as he asked, “That ever happen to you?”
She blinked, “Um-yes… when I’m worried about something.”
When she was homeless she barely slept. Not because she couldn’t but because she was scared. Sleeping on the streets at night was dangerous so she’d always have to try to find places to hide. And most of the time the hiding spots weren’t exactly comfortable nor safe.
She subtly shook her head–trying to rid herself of the memory before asking him, “Are you worried?”
“Always.” he murmured–but he didn’t sound entirely too focused.
He was staring down at her legs over his lap. Her breath hitched when his hand went to her inner thigh. His thumb ran over the sliver of skin peeking through a tear in her soft pants.
“What happened here.”
She quickly covered the tear with her hand. His touch was entirely too distracting. His open touches were mixing up all of her thoughts.
He stared at her inquisitively.
She blushed, “Uh–I dropped my knife when I was cooking.”
The knife had cut a small hole in her pants in the process but since she liked the material too much she didn’t have the heart to dispose of them. She convinced herself that the tear was subtle anyway. Of course, his watchful eye had caught it.
“You dropped your knife.” he deadpanned.
Her eyes widened at his sarcasm, “It’s not my fault that the newspaper boy always knocks before sliding the paper under the door! He scared me.”
“Tch, and you wanted to be a Scout.”
Her brows furrowed, “Excuse m-” before she could finish her words an obvious yawn left her mouth. Her body wasn’t used to staying up this late.
“Shit,” he’d completely lost track of time, “You need to sleep.”
He tensed when he realized that she was still on his lap. He hadn’t let go of her when she’d finished bandaging him. He hadn’t wanted to…
He reluctantly dropped his hand from her side and she shot up. She was beet red–as if her sitting on him had been her fault somehow.
He almost yanked her back down. His thigh already ached from her missing warmth.
“Um-are you gonna shower?” she asked.
He raised a brow, “Yes.”
She didn’t meet his eyes as she slowly walked backwards to the door, “Well..you should know that your soap ran out so I bought another.”
“Okay?”
She opened the bathroom door, “It’s strawberry scented.”
Before he could express his displeasure she was out of the bathroom in a flash. By the time he got up to chase her, she was already in her room with the door locked.
He banged his fist on her door, “Devon!” he bellowed.
He heard her muffled laughs through the door. “Sorry!”
“This woman..”
Devon walked out of her bedroom, fully dressed and freshly ready for her day at work.
She yawned as she made her way to the kitchen. She wasn’t used to sleeping too late but–thanks to Levi–last night she had.
She stopped mid-step when she saw that he was laying on the couch–deep asleep.
No way.
He rarely slept over at the apartment. She wondered what had made him stay..
She frowned when she realized he didn’t have a pillow.
Dammit.
She knew from experience that sleeping on your arm for long periods of time could get more than a little uncomfortable. Her arm would go numb and tingly at times.
She briskly ran to her room and retrieved a pillow.
She slowly approached him.
I’m not going to wake him up this time. She promised to herself.
When she saw him sleeping she felt something inside her melt. It was ridiculous-she knew it was-but she liked watching him sleep.
He looked so utterly at peace, she couldn’t help but wish he always looked like that. It also made him look like he aged backwards a couple years.
He looked clean–all the dirt in his hair and face last night was completely gone. A thin crack amongst the curtains let out a sliver of light that reflected on his face, making his poreless skin glow on one side. He was wearing a plain white tee under the blanket but-even through the sheets-she could still see the faint outline of his defined chest.
When she leaned down to gently pull his arm away from underneath his head, she caught a faint whiff of a strawberry scent. She froze before biting down on her lower lip-hard-to keep from laughing.
Don’t wake him. She scolded herself and-luckily-that thought quickly sobered her.
To her surprise, she managed to successfully slip her hand underneath his head after removing his arm. Her heart thudded with nerves.
He must really be dead asleep.
She was sure-had he even been a little conscious right now-she would’ve gotten caught. Especially after almost bursting out in laughter a second ago.
She couldn’t help but notice how soft his hair was. She’d be lying if she said never wanted to touch his hair before but she didn’t dare risk running her hands through it.
Instead she lifted his head slightly–moving at a snail’s pace in order to not wake him. Once there was enough space, she briskly stuffed the pillow underneath his head.
Once she withdrew her hand, she sighed in relief. That felt like mission impossible.
She had to pry her eyes away from him–not wanting to let herself get too hung up. She supposed she only wanted to stare because she wasn’t sure if he’d still be there when she came back from work.
She sighed. Don’t count on it.
“This book is something else.”
Devon glanced over to see Iris giggling while holding the book open for Piper to see. Iris caught Devon’s glance and waved her over.
Devon set down the book she was holding before reluctantly walking over. They had just received a new shipment of books so there was plenty of work to do but-Iris being Iris-loved to fool around.
“Wow.” Piper complimented as she stared at the page in awe.
Devon looked at the page and immediately wished she hadn’t. On the page was a rather large image of a naked man. It was clearly a painting but his lower regions were more than sufficient.
“This book really is about art, huh.” Iris giggled.
“Why doesn’t my husband look like that?” Piper complained.
Devon chuckled slightly at that.
Just as Iris turned another page-showcasing another naked man with a glorious package-Devon glanced around. She was nervous that Larsa-their manager-would walk in at any second and reprimand them.
“He kinda looks like my husband.” Iris commented.
“You wish.” Piper rebutted.
Piper and Iris were both married. Piper had been married for two years now with a childhood friend. Iris was only a year older than her but she was also married as well. It wasn’t uncommon for women to marry young. Even so, Devon would find herself getting thrown off whenever they mentioned their husbands.
They flipped to another page.
“Now if my husband looked like that he could get it every night.” Piper spoke.
Iris let out another girlish giggle.
Devon was already back at her cart–picking up another new book to organize when Piper spoke.
“Wow, looks like Devon’s man must be good cuz she ain’t even interested in looking at these pics.”
Devon immediately flushed, “It’s not that, I just don’t want Larsa-”
Iris was suddenly at her side, “Oh my god, how big is he? Your fiance?”
Devon reddened some more, “What-”
“I know you guys have done it.” Iris said, “Right? Me and Piper were tryna guess.”
“You guys were trying to guess?” Devon repeated, astonished.
Piper shrugged, “I don’t know. I heard military men know how to get it on.”
“Piper thinks you're waiting till marriage.” Iris added, her eyes glowing with curiosity.
“Erm..” Devon had no clue how to navigate this and she knew if she lied they were both bound to ask further questions–which was a conversation she was absolutely not prepared for.
“No, we haven’t done that.” she muttered.
“Ha! I knew it.” Piper exclaimed, “Give me my money, Iris.”
“Damn, seriously? You guys are patient.” Iris replied.
“Pft. No, she’s definitely the one making him patient.” Piper added.
“What are you saying?” Devon raised a brow.
“Girl, are you serious? I only needed to see him for a second to know that he’s frustrated as hell.”
Devon’s eyes widened.
Iris crossed her arms, “And how can you tell?”
Piper rolled her eyes, “It’s the same look my husband gives me when it’s been a while.”
“Same look…?” Devon muttered–completely lost.
“Y’know, the look that gets you all hot and bothered. Makes you feel like you two are the only people in the room. Like he’s undressing you with his eyes…” at Devon’s clueless expression she trailed off before asking, “You seriously don’t know?”
“I don’t think she does.” Iris giggled, “Have you seen him naked?”
Piper snorted.
“N-no, just shirtless.” Devon didn’t like talking about this. For the first time, she was embarrassed of her inexperience.
It wasn’t her fault that she had trust issues. Imada, Monty and Keith had only recently taught her that friends were even a possibility for her. And Levi.. she still didn’t know what to think of him. He wasn’t her Captain anymore but it wasn’t like how they were saying either…right?
“Shirtless? Ooh, Is he fit?” Iris pried.
An image of his shirtless frame filled her mind. Even when his body was dirt stained, scarred and bleeding, it was impossible to ignore his tightly muscular frame. She’d have to force herself not to stare at his abs protruding whenever he tensed underneath her hands. Even sitting on his lap last night, she still felt the imprint of the compact muscle his thigh was made of.
“Yes.” she choked out. It felt weird to admit out loud. Especially when she actively avoided thinking of Levi in that light.
“Ooh!” Iris squealed excitedly. “You guys live together right?”
“Yes.” Devon raised a brow, failing to see how that was relevant.
Iris and Piper shared a look before breaking out in shameless grins.
“What?” Devon frowned–she felt like she was missing something.
Iris broke out in a fit of giggles just as Piper shook her head.
Piper responded, “Girl, you are a tease.”
#levi#levi heichou#levi headcanons#levi aot#levi attack on titan#levi ackerman#levi angst#attack on titan#aot#levi x reader#levi x oc#levi scenarios#aot fanfiction#levi fanfic#levi ship#levi fluff#captain levi#attack on titan smut#attack on titan hot#levi smut#attack on titan scenarios#levi x fem!reader#levi imagine#levi x y/n#levi x you#levi x petra#levi hot#aot smut#levi x mc#levi drabble
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⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ THE RULES: please take a minute to read the terms and conditions for browsing my blog!
here's my DNI criteria warning, this blog may contain [N]SFW, and dark content. if you can't handle any of that, then don't follow. read through the remainder of my rules to avoid being blocked.
OVERVIEW
do not plagiarize, translate, or repost my writing anywhere.
do not send me a request you sent to another writer.
do not request a series.
please always send requests through my ask box
feel free to be as specific in your request, it really helps my writing when you're detailed in what you want to see in the fic but don't be too specific where you need to send another ask cause you ran past the word limit in asks.
please specify if you want fem!reader or gn!reader, or male!reader or black!reader or albino!reader. also specify if you want na'vi!reader, human!reader, avatar!reader, or simply avatar to na'vi!reader. also if the reader is in any clans that are mentioned in avatar.
if you don't see something listed here, you can send me an ask and ask me if i'm comfortable doing a trope/kink and i'll let you know.
WHO I'll WRITE FOR?
𝜗𝜚 avatar: jake sully, neytiri sully, trudy chacon + tsu'tey rongloa.
𝜗𝜚 avatar the way of water: ao'nung, kiri sully, lo'ak sully, neteyam sully, recom! quaritch, ronal, rotxo, spider socorro, tarsem, tonowari + tsireya.
𝜗𝜚 avatar frontiers of pandora: eetu, etuwa, nor, ri'nela, so'lek + teylan.
𝜗𝜚 real people: jamie flatters + sam worthington.
𝜗𝜚 ocs: ralak sepwan ; @zestys-stuff's oc.
WHAT I'LL WRITE.
𝜗𝜚 reader inserts: fem!reader ( for both female & male characters, male!reader ( only for female characters ), gn!reader, black!reader, mixed!reader, hybrid!reader, albino!reader, oblivious!reader, bimbo!reader, virgin!reader, insecure!reader, grumpy/sunshine!reader, plus-size!reader + drunk!reader.
𝜗𝜚 genres: headcanons, imagines, one-shots, mini-series/series suggestions, prompts, drabbles, thirsts, angst to fluff, fluff, hurt/comfort, human au, smut, monogamous/polygamy, male!character x female!reader, female!character x male!reader, female!character x female!reader, character x gn!reader, character x child!reader (platonic only), platonic/romantic requests, pregnancy/pregnant sex, marriage/mates, human aus, parent au, courting/future mates, anxiety, infidelity, cheating ; only where reader gets cheated on and the character comforts them, smaus, protective/possessive behavior, insecurities + na'vi character x human smut.
𝜗𝜚 kinks: age-gap (as long as both are of age), light bdsm, breeding kink, dom!character/sub!reader, sub!character/dom!reader, switch!character, praise kink, daddy kink, lactation kink, heats/ruts/knotting, ownership/claiming/marking, cockwarming, quirofilia, gagging/choking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, stepcest, blood play, size kink, belly bulge, corruption, anal/anilingus, orgasm denial, biting, impact play (to an extent) + katoptronophilia.
𝜗𝜚 tropes: friends to lovers, soulmates/fated mates trope, jealousy, enemies to lovers, love/hate at first sight. office romance/coworkers to lovers, forbidden love, enemies to friends to lovers, second chance, childhood friends to lovers, rivals to lovers, rivals to friends to lovers, exes to lovers, opposites attract, blind to love, best friend’s ex, fake relationship, forced proximity/stuck together, sex worker/pornstar au, friends with benefits, best friend’s brother/sister, one bed, grumpy x sunshine, unexpected pregnancy, fling/one night stand, dad's best friend, best friend's dad, road trip + etc ( just ask me if i'll write a trope if you don't see it in this list ).
WHAT I'LL NOT WRITE.
𝜗𝜚 reader inserts: trans! reader + white reader ( please do not ask me to write for specifically white readers, your req will be deleted ).
𝜗𝜚 genres: death, cheating ; the reader cheats on character, dub con, non con, cnc, incest, r*pe, su*c*de/su*c*d*al thoughts, abuse, self-harm, yandere, abortion/miscarriages, gore, eating disorders, heavy trauma, heavy violence, sexual assault, pedophilia, underage sex + race play.
𝜗𝜚 kinks: age regression, vomit kink, mommy kink, foot fetishes, piss/feces kink, pegging, DDLC, knife play, gun play + kidnapping ( as in like reader falls in love w the person who kidnapped them ).
#ಣ : chat rules#atwow fandom#avatar fandom#atwow fanfiction#atwow fics#atwow fic#avatar fanfic#avatar fic#avatar fanfiction#avatar fics#afop fanfic
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Scarlet’s Milestone Celebration - Build-a-Blurb
My moodboard
Holy cow, I’m not sure how I’ve hit another milestone but I am so, so grateful to every single one of you who follow me. I wanted to do a little game to celebrate and I adored doing the Build-a-Blurbs so I decided to create my own!
Rules - there are several sets of emoji’s under the cut, some SFW and some NSFW. Please only choose one emoji from each set, a maximum of 5 emojis. I will not accept asks with more than 5 or asks with emojis from the same sets (this keeps it more interesting for me to write)
Category is optional but I tend to default to angst with a fluffy ending if none specified.
Side characters are optional but I won’t include more than 2.
I will write the following pairings -
Spencer x Reader (please specify fem! GN! Male! Or I will default to fem)
Ralvez
Ralvez x Reader
Alternatively send me 🎵 for a song fic blurb (please specify song).
Send me emojis here!
Build-a-Blurb Sets Under the Cut!
Category (can be more than one)
💔 angst | ☁️ fluff | 👅smut
SFW Trope Set 1
👾 forced proximity | 💕 soulmate au | 😡 enemies to lovers | 👥 friends to lovers | ❎ fake dating |📱 finding something on their phone you shouldn’t have
SFW Trope Set 2
🤔 amnesia | 🎓college AU |🌲mutual pining | 5️⃣ five times fic | 💀 character death | 👫 friends with benefits
SFW Trope Set 3
💻 online romance | 🔫 hostage situation | ⚠️ love triangle | 📲wrong number |👩👦/👨👧 single mom / dad |🍺 drunk confessions
SFW Trope Set 4
🧳 break up | 🔒 prison au |🤰 pregnancy | 🥳 office party |🤫 secret relationship | ⁉️unrequited love
SFW Trope Set 5
🤕 tending to each other’s wounds | 🎞 missing scene (please specify a scene) | 🎃Halloween | 📚 student / teacher | 🕑 reunion |🦻 overheard something they shouldn’t
SFW Trope Set 6
🔨 fix it fic (please specify a scene) | 💌 love letter | ⚔️ unsub main character | 💭 dream sequence | 🥸 undercover | ❤️🩹 broken heart
NSFW Trope Set 1
😇 innocence kink | 🏕public sex | 😮💨 breath play | ☎️ phone sex | 🔭 voyeurism
NSFW Trope Set 2
⛴ Sub! Spencer | 😈Dom! Spencer |🪑 kidnap kink | 😵💫 over stim | 🤑 sugar daddy / sugar baby
NSFW Trope Set 3
💦 cum play | 😴 consensual somnophilia | 🫦biting kink | 🔥 fire kink |🩸 blood play
NSFW Trope Set 4
🛀 shower sex | 📹sex tape | 🍆 sex toys |⛓ bondage | 🛌 only one bed
NSFW Trope Set 5
🔪 knife play | 🚗 car sex | 🫣 blindfolds | 🏓 paddling / spanking | ✨ first times
Side Characters (optional, or can be none but no more than 2)
🐕Luke Alvez | 💪🏾Derek Morgan |🦄 Penelope Garcia | 🐈⬛ Emily Prentiss |🤦🏻♂️ Aaron Hotchner | 👩🏼💼 JJ | 🥼Tara Lewis | 📕Alex Blake
#build a blurb#spencer reid#spencer reid fanfiction#dr spencer reid fanfic#ralvez#ralvez fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds#criminal minds self insert
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ABOUT ME!
Yo! My name is Seojoon, and I'm 19 years old, and I'm a guy, I use he/they pronouns and well, I write here mostly. I write mostly for enhypen and Stray kids but you can request any other group!! Feel free to ask me anything.
What can and cant I write?>
♤What I can write for:
Kpop groups!~
♤Enhypen!!(Heejayki biased😋)
♤Stray Kidz!(Changbin and Han biased!)
♤BTS!! (Yoomin/Suga and Jimin biased😍)
♤Tomorrow X Together(Yeonjun and beomgyu biased)
~More to be added~
Animes!~
♤Haikyuu(the boys)
♤Demon slayers(the boys)
~more to be added~
Games!~
♤Genshin impact(yeah..)
~More to be added~
♧Genres:
♧Fluff !!
♧Angst !! (Sucker for Angst😍)
♧Horror !! (I fucking love horror)
♧Suggestive !!
♧Smut !! (Basically the only ones I read these days😭 and also a sucker for smut😍)
~more to be added?~
☆what kind of trope/readers can I write?:
Tropes/AUS!~
☆Friends with benefits
☆Enemies to lovers (LOVE THIS TROPE AND IDK WHY)
☆Friends to lovers
☆Sugar daddy/baby AU😋
☆Family AU
☆Idol AU
☆Established relationship
☆Fairytale AU
~More to be added~
Reader/You!~
☆Male reader(ofc tf)
☆Gender neutral reader
☆Transgender(whether FTM or MTF)reader
☆Reader with problems (I mostly think this would mostly be in the genre Angst or fluff)
☆Any race
~More to be added~
◇What I dont want to write:
◇Female reader
◇Female characters(Maybe in the future will be accepted idk, I'll update)
◇Hardcore kinks for smuts(wax and knife play is fine)
~Your beloved asshole of Seojoon !🦖🦖
(Requests are open btw and if yall are free to talk, open up!!)
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Yyyeeeeahhhhhh I'll spare you but here's my treat ... write me something angsty and hot with this sunghoon 😮💨.... I BEGGGG YOUUUUUU I'M GOING FERAL .. 😖🤚🤌💅😭
Is it that obvious that I'm wrecked by him, this is worse than me reading yours.
You caught me in a whole mood, drinking strawberry milk and simping for literally any male idol.
So deal. I'll complete some ships for Gigi, then you know what you get a whole fic. I was going to write something short here, but for this idea it has to be a whole fic. So vibe check. This sunghoon is giving MC Sunghoon x yn, cliche tutor/need gone bad and horny sunghoon x reader or man we can make this sinful and go with older brothers best friend who has a corruption kink and wants to get with his friends younger sister. Or last bit of sinning, a very enemies with benefits, just hooking for the sake of it fic where they both work at a movie theatre and he's like the manager and you hate each other but also, is that the buttered popcorn or you that's making my mouth water.
Sooooo choose a trope and I got you hunty 💖🍑👌
#alaeza it's a mystery that i met such an angel#but now she's having devil hours#😈#my precious moots
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fic requests
send me an ask or a message (whichever one you prefer) with the following information:
what ship you want (or if you don't want a ship)
the general plot (can be as specific as you want, please don't be too vague though!)
whatever tropes/elements you want and the geneal 'vibe' of the story (i.e. if you want it to be fluffy, if you want the only one bed trope, etc.)
will write:
oneshots & shorter multi-part fics - no specific word limit, but please keep your request to a reasonable story length!
shipping fics, platonic fics, and 'general' fics - by general fics, i mean those which focus on the group as a whole rather than a specific platonic or romantic pairing/grouping
x gender neutral or male reader fics
sfw & nsfw fics - i'm willing to write either
'non-traditional' relationship dynamics - vague, but that's because it encompasses a lot. that means polyamory, friends with benefits, queer-platonic relationships, as well as power dynamics like boss/employee, teacher/student (provided the student isn't a minor), etc.
most things that aren't on the "won't" list, honestly - if anything else comes up i'll add it to the will/won't list if i think it's important enough
won't write:
fics for groups other than bts - i'm only familiar with writing about bts, and if i tried to write another group i would not be as accurate to their personalities, dynamics, and details about members
generally disgusting, extreme, or offensive things - that means i'm not writing incest, pedophilia, rape, and similarly reprehensible topics. additionally, kinks like scat, watersports, and the like are also off limits.
fics that glorify or portray cheating in a positive or 'exciting' light - this is just a personal thing
x fem reader fics
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