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player1064 · 17 hours
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accidentally outing themselves on live tv? dunno how or if anyone else at sky knows but it’s something they’d do providing some images from the carraville discord that we were talking about yesterday
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god they WOULD end up accidentally outing themselves bc they already can't keep their hands to themselves imagine how much worse they would be.......... I shudder to think............
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“I’m here pitchside with Gary Neville –“
“—Carragher were meant to be joinin’ us, but he’s late getting up from London.”
“Yes, quite. I’m sure he’ll be arriving soon. In the meantime – Gary, what are your thoughts on United’s starting line-up tonight?”
*
Gary is nodding along to something Kelly is saying when his attention suddenly shifts to something off camera. He rolls his eyes as Jamie comes crashing in, bag slid halfway down his shoulders, seemingly unaware of the producer holding his earpiece who’s trying to get his attention.
“Sorry, love,” he says as he hurries up to Gary, immediately stepping into his personal space. He ducks his head down to press their lips together in a quick greeting before he continues, “there was a crash on the M6 or summat, a whole section of the road was closed off. Bloody nightmare, I’m tellin’ ya.”
As he talks, he doesn’t seem to notice Gary’s wide eyed stare, the blush rising in his cheeks, or Kelly clamping a hand to her mouth while her shoulders shake in laughter.
Gary tries his best to compose himself and turns to the camera with an expression caught between terror and amusement, and he says “well, now that Jamie’s very kindly provided us all with a traffic update I think it’s time for us to hear from our colleagues in the studio.” When the light of the camera turns off, he reaches out to give Jamie a slap round the back of the head and hisses “live television, James, how many years’ve you been doin’ this again?”
“Wha?” Jamie looks over, already surrounded by a small hoard of tech people and a make-up artists trying to get him camera ready as quickly as they can.
“Oh my God,” Gary mutters, pinching his brow. “Jamie, you dolt, you just kissed me in front of our live audience of what – a million people?”
“I never,” Jamie says with an offended glare, far too confident for someone who definitely fucking did.
“Oh my God,” Gary repeats. “You don’t believe me? Check your fucking phone.”
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“You don’t even get Sky Sports in America, Philip, how have you already seen it?”
“Tray sent it to me, it’s all over Twitter.”
“Oh, well that’s just great then in’t it?” Gary huffs. At Jamie’s questioning look, he repeats “it’s all over Twitter, apparently.”
For a moment Jamie looks almost proud that he’s a trending topic, but he shuts his expression down when he sees Gary’s glare and turns back to his own phone call (“no, Ma, I –”)
“I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me, Gaz,” Philip whines down the phone. “I tell you everythin’”
“An’ I keep askin’ you not to tell me everythin’! Isn’t a man entitled to a little privacy?”
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Group: STF Gang NO PARENTS > Jill: who had money on it being Jamie cos I’m pretty sure I’d said Gary > Roy: I think we all said Gary > Ian: statistically it was most likely to be Gary. > Ian: but Roy said it’d be while they’re covering a match so I think he wins it > Jill: :(((
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(24 new messages)
Stevie G: > you’re trending on twitter what have you done now > NEVIlLE??? Carra have some self respect
J Redknapp: > you melt 😂 > everyone in the studio is running around panicking rn
MO: > did everyone know except me?? > you’re shite at texting I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend > I didn’t even know you liked men? > Gaz is nice though we should all go for drinks sometime
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(57 new messages)
Scholesy: > twat why didnt u tell me > u was moaning about him just last week
Philip MU mob: > you hung up before I could say but proud of you Gaz!
Roy Keane MU mob: > does this mean we’re allowed to tease you two about it on camera now > here if you need anything > [image: a blurry, blank-faced selfie with a thumbs up]
BIG MEEKS: > you could do better 🙄😉
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spencereidluver · 3 months
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I is for "I Knew It!"
summary: you and spencer are caught going out by an all-too-familiar face, causing the two of you to have a talk about the logistics of your relationship.
word count: 1.1k
warnings: the fluffiest fluff anyone has ever seen
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 “Hey hey, put that wallet away,” Spencer says as you pull your wallet out from your purse. He never let you pay for dinner, even though you begged every time. You will admit, it is nice to always have your dinner paid for, however, you felt bad having him spend so much money on you. 
“No. I want to pay tonight. You always pay,” you said and opened your wallet.
“My payment is having the world’s prettiest girlfriend. I’m paying for dinner, that's final.” He gently grabs your wrist from across the table, stopping you from making any further moves with the wallet. “Got it?”
“Fine, but I’m buying you a coffee in the morning.” You put the wallet back in your purse and give Spencer a smile. You playfully click your shoes with his underneath the table and take a final sip of your drink. Spencer places a credit card on the small black booklet on the edge of the table.
The waitress comes and collects the booklet, giving the two of you a quick smile and says she’ll be right back. 
Spencer hands her a five dollar and two one dollar bills as a tip, and she makes her way to the register.
Spence lets go of your wrist and points his finger at you. “You,” he says, waves his finger at you as he says the words, “should come hang out at my apartment tonight.”
The waitress comes back and hands Spencer his card. “You guys have a good night,” she says as she backs up to let the two of you out of the booth then proceeding to clear off the table. 
Spencer laces his hand with yours as the two of you weave through tables to exit the restaurant. “We can watch a movie or something,” he leans into your ear as you walk.
“I would love to, Spence,” you say and open the door to exit.
“Spencer Reid?” a familiar woman's voice says as the two of you walk out hand-in-hand. You feel his grip tighten. 
The woman was blonde and pregnant. She was with a thin goateed man. 
“Oh, hey JJ,” Spencer says, stopping his step. “How’s it going?”
“Great, I can’t believe you have a girlfriend and didn’t tell me!” JJ looks at you, her mouth immediately becoming agape. “Y/N?”
Yeah, no one knew you and Spencer were seeing each other.
“Hey, JJ…” You say, happy to see her, but in a little bit of an awkward situation.
“How long? How long has this been going on?” She says, looking over at her boyfriend, Will excitedly. 
“Um about a month,” you begin to say before being interrupted by Mr. Exact.
“35 days,” Spencer says matter-of-factly.
“That’s crazy! Oh my god I can’t believe this. Does anyone else know?” JJ would probably be jumping for joy right now if she wasn’t 9 months pregnant. Will just looked at her lovingly.
“No, we haven’t told anyone yet, we wanted to wait until our relationship was solid.” Spencer said, letting go of your hand and wrapping his arm around your waist.
“Seems pretty solid to me,” you say under your breath and lean into Spencer.
“You have to tell the team! They’d be so excited,” JJ exclaims.
“Yeah, we’re going to, we’re just not sure when.” Spencer says.
“It better be before I come back from maternity leave. If you guys aren’t BAU official by the Christmas party you will be sorry.” JJ playfully threatens before being dragged to the door by Will who waves goodbye.
You and Spencer begin walking to his car. “You know, That felt good. To finally tell someone,” you said and lean further into Spencer as your steps match up.
“Yeah, it did,” Spencer says, “What movie do you want to watch?” “The Red Circle is always good.”
“Yeah, but I think I want to watch more of an immature movie. I need a break.”
“How about WALL-E?”
“WALL-E sounds awesome.”
Spencer let go of your waist when you reached his car. He opened the passenger door for you, helping you in by your hand, then hurried around to get in the car himself. 
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“I think we should tell the team,” Spencer says. You were sat between his legs on his couch leaned against his shoulder. One of his arms was wrapped around you, the other hand was playing with your hair. He halted his movements once the words came out of his mouth. It was almost as if he didn’t mean to say it outloud.
“What?” You ask, turning to look at him. The lighting from the t.v. hit his face, bringing attention to the rosy blush bleeding through his cheeks. 
“I um… I want to tell the team we’re together,” he repeats. Your mouth falls open, unsure of what to say. “I know it’s early, but I just, I don’t want to have to hide you from them. You’re so special to me.”
“Spencer…”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to yet, I know it could put a lot of pressure on a new relationship, but I…”
You need to shut him up. You lean in and plant a kiss on his lips, letting your breath linger on his mouth. “No, if you’re ready to tell everyone, I’ll be there every step of the way.” His eyes light up. He looks so happy. 
“I’m so lucky to have you.” He leans his head into your shoulder and gently pecks a kiss on your collarbone. You tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. He looks up at you and smiles, resting his chin against your chest. 
You loved when he let you baby him like this. It took him a while to be comfortable enough to let his guard down like this around you, but once he was able to, he basically never stopped. He loved being able to have someone to care for him as it was something he never experienced, even as a child.
WALL-E is playing in the background, the scene where he is showing EVE around his house illuminating the room. Spencer looks up at you, eyes glowing. He nuzzles into your chest, careful not to bump your breasts. He was so respectful; the sweetest boy. 
“What, Spencer?” you ask, keeping your voice smooth and calm. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but you had to make sure not to seem annoyed as he was sensitive. 
“You’re so pretty,” he says, then buries his head in the crook of your neck. 
That’s not what he wants to say, but you comb your fingers through his hair and say, “thank you.” You feel him mumble something into your chest. “What, baby?” you ask him.
“Y/n,” he says, you hum in response, “I think I’m in love with you.”
You can’t help but smile. “I think I’m in love with you, too, Spence,” you say, grabbing his chin and leading his face up to kiss him.
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next chapter: J is for "Just So You Know"
a/n: hiii :3 i'm currently on break from school and have the next two days off from work, i'm going to try to grind so hard and try my best to get the christmas part out on the 25th, but if that doesn't happen please don't get upset at me... it will 100% be out in december, as the new years part is for sure being posted on the 31st. have an awesome night guys !!
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lostgirlmuseum · 5 months
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Who the Hell is Daryl?
Summary: Bucky is in love with you, and finally finds the courage to tell you. But what happens when it sounds like someone else is already in the picture? (Miscommunication!)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Avenger!Reader
Words: 2k
Warnings: Miscommunication trope! Only one small mention of “Y/N”, teensy bit of yelling, let me know if I missed anything.
A/N: Wrote this a couple days ago and put it in drafts, spontaneously posted bc I'm procrastinating on an essay. Okay I'll get back to hw now :(
Dividers: @firefly-graphics
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He was going to do it. He was really going to do it. 
He was finally going to ask you out.
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To the surprise of everyone on the team, you and Bucky had become fast pals after you joined six months ago. Something about the two of you clicked. ‘Opposites attract’ and all that, but Bucky always felt it went deeper than that.
The two of you had never argued, something he felt very proud of, considering he argued with most people. But not you. Never you.
The moment he decided that he needed to man up and ask you out wasn’t anything fancy. You were sparring with Wanda across the gym, and he was simply watching you work in tandem. He watched the entire 15 minute session, and didn’t take his eyes off you, even as you approached him. 
“Buck, I’m out of water, can I take a sip of yours?”
He nodded, “Sure, Doll,” and tossed you his bottle. 
You shot him a charming smile and opened the cap, and not-so-gracefully chugged half the bottle. You wiped your upper lip and handed it back to him. 
“Thanks, Jamie,” you breathily said, and jogged back to the arena. 
His head was completely empty except for a single thought, tumbling through his desert mind like a tumbleweed.
I’m going to marry her someday.
He shocked himself with the thought, he wasn’t sure where it had come from. But he couldn’t help the grin that snuck its way onto his lips as he realized he didn’t disagree with the thought.
Of course before marriage is dating. One step at a time Buck. 
After his realization, he had spent the next three days planning the perfect way to ask you out. He went through an entire list of ideas, but none of them seemed good enough for you. He wanted it to be perfect. But as the clock ticked on and he started running out of paper, he realized it was best to just be honest about his feelings. 
You had just gotten back from a solo mission, and Bucky was hanging out in your room as you showered.
He was blushing like an idiot and fidgeting like crazy on your bed as he waited for you to hurry up. It was surprising he had so much self control as to not blurt it out while you were showering.
“Oh, Bucky,” you called from the bathroom, the sound of the water pausing.
“What’s up?”
“Could you set an alarm on my phone for 7:30 A.M. tomorrow before I forget? I think I left it on the side table.”
“You got it, Doll.”
“You’re the best! I’m almost done, I’ll be out in like two minutes,” you called, and soon after the sound of rushing water resumed.
Bucky grabbed your phone and typed in the passcode, his heart fluttering a little as he thought about how you trusted him enough to know it.
But the flutter stopped almost as quickly as it started, the moment your phone turned on and resumed on your text string with someone. He would’ve ignored it, but a red heart at the top of the screen caught his eye.
Who the hell is “Daryl,” and why does he have a heart emoji next to his name?
Bucky couldn’t help himself as his eyes flitted over your last texts.
Daryl ❤️ I’m back in town, lemme know when you’re around 
You About to leave for a quick mission, but I’ll be back tmw evening. I miss you sm :( how about we meet up Monday morning at 8 at Bernie’s cafe?
Daryl ❤️ Lets do it. And I miss you too, can’t wait to see your beautiful face!! I love you, be careful
You Love you too, and Im always careful 😘
Bucky felt sick to his stomach. You had never mentioned a brother named Daryl, or any other kind of family member. And you’d told him about all your closest friends, and none of them were named Daryl. How did Bucky not know you had a boyfriend?
Bucky fought the urge to scroll up, and quickly tapped out of the app, and set the alarm you asked him to set. 
So you were meeting this “Daryl” tomorrow morning?
Bucky heard the water stop, and the sound of the shower curtain shuffling.
Shit. You were getting out. Fuck, he wasn’t ready to face you.
You’d never mentioned you were in a relationship before. He would remember. How long have you been dating? And more importantly, why did you keep this from him? Did you feel like you couldn’t trust him? Maybe you weren’t as close friends as he’d thought.
“Which movie did you want to watch tonight?” You asked, peeking out of the door with a turquoise towel wrapped around you.
“Um, I’m actually really tired, suddenly. I think I’m going to go to bed.” Bucky stuttered, avoiding your gaze as he quickly stood up.
“Oh, okay,” you responded, disappointment and concern lacing your voice. “Everything okay?”
“Everything is fine. Glad you got back safe. Good night.”
With that, Bucky ducked out of your room and practically ran back to his.
Bucky tossed and turned, and once he got over his embarrassment, he settled into a familiar depressive feeling. Of course you didn’t like him back. What the fuck was he thinking? He’s—well, he’s Bucky. Broken, only destined to ever be your friend. How could he be foolish enough to think you would love him like he loves you. At about hour 4, the heartbreak started turning into betrayal. Betrayal that you kept this from him. And soon enough, that betrayal festered into a kind of resentment, something he’d never felt for you before.
He didn’t get much sleep that night.
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Bucky checked the clock for the 20th time in the past 5 minutes. 7:45 A.M. You were probably about to leave. Bucky felt his heart clench. He was usually up by 7, and eating breakfast in the common area by 7:30. He sat at the barstool, dragging his spoon around his now soggy Coco Puffs, waiting for you to appear. Why he felt the need to torture himself, he didn’t know.
Finally, he heard your steps coming down the hall. 
And there you appeared, wearing the most beautiful sundress he had ever seen. It was lavender, and had small white flowers adorning the skirt, and it fell just above your knees. 
Bucky took you in, and his momentary adoration turned back to his heartbreak. You were dressed up as if you were going on a date. There was no chance this wasn’t your boyfriend.
“Good morning Bucky, did you sleep okay last night?” 
“Yes.” He lied. Maybe you would tell him the truth if he asked. Yes it would hurt hearing the truth from your mouth, but he wanted to give you a chance to tell him your secret. “Where are you headed?”
“To meet a friend,” you nodded smoothly. 
Maybe Bucky was crazy. Maybe he was overthinking all of this. Maybe Daryl really was just a friend.
“Which friend?”
“Penny.”
So you were just flat out lying to him now. Bucky nodded and waited for you to leave before moping back to his room. He wanted to cry. And he did for a minute, or two, but his tears turned from sad to angry when he remembered you were now lying. You never lied to Bucky, and Bucky never lied to you. At least, he thought that was how it was. He clenched his fists, mad at you for betraying him, but more mad at himself for believing he could ever have you.
He didn’t move from his bed.
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“Bucky?” Your voice emerged after three knocks to his door.
He couldn’t get himself to respond. 
The door slowly creaked open, a stream of light flooding his dark room.
“Hey Buck. You okay? You seemed a little off this morning.”
“Fine.” He mumbled, not turning over in bed to face you.
A pause. 
“Jamie, what’s wrong?” You asked, closing the door behind you and flicking on the light. 
“Don’t call me that.”
“What?” You asked, slightly taken aback. You thought he loved your affectionate nickname for him.
“I don’t want you to call me ‘Jamie’ anymore.”
“Okay…”
He felt the bed dip as you sat next to him. 
“Bucky,” you whispered, “please talk to me.”
He sat up and gave you a pointed look. Was he being immature? Yes. But what could he do, he just discovered that his best friend has been lying to him, and doesn’t love him.
“Where were you?” He asked.
You furrowed your brows a moment, trying to piece together where he was going with this. 
“I was at Bernie’s with Penny.”
“Don’t lie to me.” He sneered.
Your eyes widened at his bite.
“I’m not lying? Bucky, what is going on?”
“What’s going on is that you’ve been keeping the fact that you have a boyfriend from me. Why don’t you want to tell me?”
“A boyfriend?” You blinked. “I don’t have a boyfriend,”
“Why won’t you be honest with me?” He yelled, and you scooted back.
“I am!”
“Then who is Daryl?”
“What?”
“I saw your texts last night, when you asked me to set your alarm.” Bucky looked down at his lap, ashamed.
“Bucky,” you sighed, and a look of understanding crossed your face. A moment later you held out your phone to him.
“What?” He asked, dumbly looking at your outstretched hand. The screen was on your text string with Daryl.
“Call the number.” You simply said.
“What?” He repeated.
“Take my phone, and call the number.”
Confused and suspicious, Bucky grabbed your phone and hesitated over the call icon. 
“Go ahead,” you urged.
He pressed the button. 
Ring.
Ring.
Ri—
“Hey!” A familiar feminine voice rang through the speaker. “What’s up hon?”
“Hello?” Bucky said, looking from the phone to you to the phone.
“Uh, hi? Is that Bucky?”
“P—Penny?” He sputtered.
“Hey Bucky! What’s up, is everything okay? I thought Y/N was calling.”
“Hey Pen,” you interjected, “Everything’s fine, I’ll call you back in a bit, kay’?”
“Sure thing, bye, love ya,” Penny added, and hung up.
Bucky stared at the now blank phone, baffled.
“I don’t understand.”
“Bucky,” you sighed, and tilted his chin to look at you. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Penny is in my contacts as “Daryl” because it’s my funny little nickname for her. My Dad has had a best friend since grade school named Daryl, and they don’t see each other often, but when they do it’s like nothing has changed. They get along like no time has passed. I call Penny “my Daryl” because I know that even if we don’t talk for years, we are so close that I know we would be the exact same.”
Bucky sat quietly for a moment, simply taking in your story. He felt really stupid.
“I’m sorry,” he started, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry I called you a liar.” He struggled to meet your gaze, ashamed of what he did.
“Jamie—can I call you Jamie now?”
He nodded sheepishly.
“Jamie, I forgive you. But I wish you had just talked to me about it, and asked me. We are usually so good about being open with each other. What happened?” You asked, wide eyes looking into his.
“I know, I’m sorry. I flipped out, I guess I was just shocked, because I was going to—” he licked his lips, “well, I was…”
“You can tell me, Bucky. Honesty, remember?” You soothed, placing your hand on his leg.
He gulped.
“I was going to ask you to be with me.”
You tilted your head, not quite understanding.
“Like, I was gonna ask if you’d let me be your boyfriend.” He mumbled. “So when I saw that you were texting and saying ‘I love you’ to some guy, I guess I was just blindsided.”
“James,” you smiled, moving yourself to sit on his lap. You brought your forehead against his. “You silly, jealous man.” You gently stroked his cheek with your right hand. “You want to be my boyfriend?"
"It sounds so juvenile, I don't know, I just want you to be mine, and for you to call me 'yours,'" he mumbled.
"I accept," you giggled, and watched his glittering eyes shoot to yours.
He had started to say something, but he stopped when you brought your soft lips to his.
“I'm so happy,” he whispered between kisses.
Suffice it to say, Bucky completed step one of the path to marrying you.
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A/N: Tysm for reading! If you liked it, please feel free to let me know!
Also I'm sorry if the ending sucks, I wrote this in a couple hours and Idk why I'm so bad at endings gahh
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cherrychilli · 1 year
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Caught
Happy New Year, everyone! Have some smut to celebrate.
Steve Harrington smut, AFAB Reader, secret relationship
Summary: Car sex with Steve turns awkward when you end up getting interrupted by one of Hawkins' finest.
A/N: Idk, I’ve just been obsessed with the idea of getting caught with Steve so I had to write this up quickly and get it out of my system.
Warnings: Minors DNI, NSFW, Dom Steve, degradation, dirty talk, P in V sex, unprotected sex (don’t do it), a mention of reckless driving (don’t y’all dare)
Characters are 18-19(referred to as ‘teens’ below)
Not proofread
Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed this fic! (I love reading all of your comments and feedback, it really makes my day <3 )
Wordcount: 1.6k
The whole thing might have been your fault.
You were the one who initiated the kiss that night, not moments after you insisted that Steve park his car at the isolated forest clearing off the main road. You were the one pawing at his shirt, gathering fistfuls of the material and hurriedly settling into his lap. And you were the one urging his hands on your body, slipping them underneath your dress to glide over your hot skin.
“Please, Steve? I want it now”, you whine petulantly against his neck, sucking rosy bruises into his skin before slanting your lips over his.
“Baby, I really should get you home before your dad knows you’re out”, he manages to let out the corner of his mouth between your heated kisses. He means to do the right thing and explain that this was too risky, but the way you’re grinding your core against his crotch does everything to make his resolve waver.
You’d been dating Steve in secret for a couple of months now and despite how happy and proud you were to call him your boyfriend, it just wasn’t time to introduce him to your family quite yet. Having a strict father meant that you had to be extra careful but you both found that the sneaking around had added to the overall excitement.
“Can’t go yet- need to have your cock inside me”, you mewl into his ear.
Steve groans back in response. He always found it impossible to counter when you started talking like this, all needy and unrestrained. Your skirt rides us your thighs and your panties grow wetter as you pull the top of your dress down to reveal your bare breasts underneath.
Steve takes a quick moment to stare, decidedly throwing caution to the wind at this point. “Shit- we’ll have to make this quick”, he mumbles, one hand hurrying to undo his belt while the other groped at your tits.
You’d been known as somewhat of a ‘good girl’ in town. Polite, did well in school, reliable, so on and so on. The kind of daughter that would make any parent proud. As much as you didn’t mind being labeled a ‘respectable young woman’, it did bore you madly at times. Sneaking around with Steve made you realize just how much you liked doing the kind of things you were always told ‘decent’ girls shouldn’t.
Things with Steve started out nice and slow. He was the perfect gentleman but the soft lingering touches and chaste kisses didn’t cut it after a while. Eventually you started lying, telling your father that you were helping out at the local volunteer center when you were really out with Steve, letting him touch you in ways no one else had before. The more you got to know each other, you discovered the kind of things you liked. Some of it came as a surprise, even to you. You liked it when he got firm with you. Some moderate manhandling was more than welcome like having his fingers wrapped around your throat as he kissed you or being bent over his lap, waiting to feel the sting of his hand coming down on your ass. As someone who’d often been described as proper and pristine, you knew it’d come as a shock to anyone who found out just how much you liked having Steve spit into your mouth or how much you enjoyed the feeling of having his cum warm your skin. Every time he’d finish on places like your thighs, belly, breasts or ass you’d go so far as to refuse letting him clean you up entirely, haphazardly pulling your pretty clothes back on and letting his release stain the material.
One of your favorites was when Steve got a little mean with his words. You liked it when he admonished you, reminding you just how far you’ve strayed from being the ‘good girl’ everyone thought you to be.
“Bad girl, lying to your poor father just so you can sneak off and let me fuck you”, he’d grunt into your ear as he had you bent over his kitchen counter, house all to yourselves with Mr. and Mrs. Harrington out of town again. “Probably still thinks you’re his sweet, innocent princess”, he’d taunt, spanking your ass and squeezing the tender flesh as he thrust into your dripping cunt. “He has no idea what a dirty slut his little girl’s turned into”.
You raise your hips when Steve gets his cock out of his jeans, pumping it a few times before pulling your panties to the side and lining up with your waiting entrance. Your nails press into his shoulders as you sink down his length, moaning as you take him right up to the base. “Fuck- Steve, you feel so good- please start moving”.
With one hand on your hip he begins to work you on his cock, thrusting up into you as he grunts out, “greedy little pussy you’ve got babe- didn’t I fuck you enough last night?”
“Need more- please Steve, need you to fill me up again”, you whine shamelessly.
Minutes pass and you’re bouncing on his cock in a frenzy now, mouth falling open in a sultry moan when you feel him nudging your cervix. “Please please- fuck! Yes- Daddy!”
A wolfish grin spreads across Steve’s face, cocking an eyebrow up as your tits bounce in his face. “Daddy, huh? Since when- “
You cut him off with a quick smack against his shoulder. “No no, Steve- Stop!”. He ceases thrusting to turn and look out through the rear window, following your panic-stricken gaze.
“Oh fuck…”
The both of you had been too preoccupied to notice the Hawkins Police Cruiser pull up just behind Steve’s car and an officer already walking over to the driver’s window.
There’s no time to separate, Steve grabs at your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and tucking your face into his shoulder. In the middle of the scramble, he manages to pull your skirt down over your ass and throw his jacket over your back to help shield you. He’s still inside you, you’re both painfully aware of that fact when the eventual tapping against his window comes. Your blood runs cold at the sound of an all too familiar voice filtering through the minute gap, gruff and so very imposing when Steve has no choice but to roll down the window,
“Alright, break it up and go home you two”
“Yup- right on it- sorry, Chief”, Steve grits out through clenched teeth in the most deferential tone he could muster even though the tension is causing your velvety walls to clamp around his cock.
“Get back to your separate homes”, Chief Jim Hopper clarifies in the same indifferent and bored tone. Years of Police work has made him all too accustomed to situations like this. His gaze idly scans the surrounding area because he doesn’t need to peer inside to know that it was Steve behind the wheel, having already recognized his car. Neither does he have to guess what had been going on inside based on the way the BMW had been rocking when he first pulled up. Not his first time dealing with a couple of horny teens messing around in places they shouldn’t.
“Take the girl straight home, Harrington, you got that? and don’t let me catch you out here again”
Steve’s eyes momentarily flick to the gun holstered at Hopper’s waist, swallowing hard before replying. “Sure thing Chief, but could you maybe give us a moment to uh- get decent?”
Hopper sighs, deep and long and tired. “Two minutes. I better see you driving out of here in two minutes” he warns sternly and with that he’s walking back to his cruiser and begins reversing back on to the main road.
Steve waits until the headlights grow dim in the distance before speaking.
“Wow, your dad’s never in a good mood, is he?”
You pry away from Steve to swat at his shoulder again.
“That was too close!- I really thought he might recognize me- he could have killed you! Both of us! and how the hell are you still hard?”, you mean for that last part to sound reproachful but your tone betrays you, awe clearly evident behind your words.
“Are you kidding me? You’re lucky I didn’t cum in you right in front of him with the way you were squeezing me”, he laughs.
You blush madly at the thought.
“Steve! That’s so…”
“Dirty?” he smirks back and you melt.
It’s maddening having him so deep inside of you, long, hard, thick and throbbing.
Maybe two minutes might just be enough?
You can tell that he’s thinking the same, inching closer to your face.
You both abandon the idea when you hear the sudden blaring of the cruiser’s horn sounding off from the main road, your last warning to hurry up and get out of there. You pull away quickly but reluctantly from Steve’s lap, clothing yourself in a hurry before ducking out of sight when you drive past your father’s cruiser.
Cautiously sitting back up when you see his car disappear in the rearview mirror, you can’t help but feel sorry for Steve when you eye his erection straining against his jeans. You want to make it up to him after being the one who wound him up in the first place.
“Steve, I’m sorry”
He smiles back at you softly, “don’t worry babe, let’s just get you back before he finds out you were gone, alright?”
You bite the inside of your cheek, wringing your hands in your lap as you watch trees whip past and contemplate for a few moments.
Your face suddenly lights up, confident that you’ve come up with the perfect solution to cap off your rocky night with Steve.
“How about I suck you off while you drive me back home?”, you purr, voice sugary and eager.
Steve nearly veers off the road when you say it, fingers tightening over the steering wheel as he tries not to cum in his pants.
You’re definitely not a good girl anymore.
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izvmimi · 8 months
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cw: minors dni, morning sex and domesticity. that’s literally it. a/n: repost!
there are two reasons izuku is quiet when he wakes up first.
the first one is more obvious - he thinks you’re terribly cute when you’re wrapped up in the sheets you’ve unconsciously fought him for in your sleep. how could he dare wake you from your slumber? he’s brave enough to take the risk of kissing your forehead as your arm tightens around a pillow he’s slipped in your arms to take his place.
and as your eyelids snap open, his second reason comes into play. 
weary from interrupted slumber, you look from the pillow, then to him, who smiles and chuckles softly as he realizes he messed up.
“where are you going?” you mumble, your voice still thick with fatigue.
“work,” he whispers, as though not to scare away the sleep. his eyes are gentle as they watch you steady and settle. you rub your eyelids.
“no.”
he laughs.
“what do you mean ‘no?’” 
despite his teasing, he does sit on the edge of the bed - a mistake - and caresses the side or your face with a warm hand. your own hand covers his larger one, thumb hooking over his palm. “i told you i had a shift today, remember?”
you shake your head. 
“but it’s the weekend,” you pout, tugging on his pants. maturity isn’t your strong suit at 7 in the morning on a saturday. he angles down to kiss you.
“people don’t stop doing crime on the weekend, love.”
you tug on him a little harder.
“someone else can handle crime. stay with me.”
it’s immature and silly, but you hate that you won’t be able to go back to sleep knowing he’s gone. so instead, you bat your eyelashes at him, you wrap your arms around his waist, you do anything that will keep him with you just a few moments longer.
izuku gives in, as usual.
“move over, baby.” he murmurs. “i don’t have to be there early anyway. we can cuddle for a short bit.”
you grin.
pressing your head to his chest, you revel in the sound of his heartbeat. he wraps his arm around your shoulder and holds you close, and maybe, just maybe, he wonders what it would be like to spend more lazy days like this, in each other’s arms from sunrise to sunset. 
“i love you,” you say into his chest.
“i love you more,” he replies, and then his voice shifts, startled-
“wait, w-what are you doing?”
he knows exactly what you’re doing now - slipping your fingers under the waistband of his pants, palming his quickly hardening length... you could feel the growing bump with your leg over his, and of course being the benevolent partner you were, you had to take care of it. naturally.
“babe,” he groans, as your fingers work his shaft.
“mmm?” you start innocently.  you glance up at him, and he’s somewhere between a glare and a lustful look back at you, but soon his pants shimmy their way off, and it’s not just your hands working but your tongue and throat working up and down his cock and he’s groaning and he absolutely hates you for doing this to him, yet again.
“w-why are you like this?”
you laugh at his distress through your nose,  your throat closing around him with the action making him groan in pleasure. but he won’t let you have the upper hand forever - his fingers twist into your hair and suddenly he’s helping, pushing your head up and down as you suck and slobber all over him.
you pull yourself off of him eventually with an audible smack of the lips.
“you don’t like it?” your voice is honeyed and dangerous.
of course he likes it. he likes it more when he says he’s just going to put in the tip real quick but you’re flipped over onto your back and much more than the tip of his cock but the whole nine yards inches bully their way inside you. you bite and moan into his shoulder, a racket that’s not meant for 7 am in the morning but to you it’s the best way to start the morning. it’s a song of sighs and gasps with every sharp thrust in and out and in and out (he’s in a hurry after all!); one that competes with the birds chirping outside your window.
izuku collapses onto you eventually, not before coating your insides with hot spurts of cum, and your bodies combine into a hot sweaty mess.
and now he’s upset.
squeezing your flushed, fucked out face with a grip of your chin, he kisses you, then frowns.
“you did that thing again.”
“what thing?” you pant breathlessly. your voice is innocent and you employ doe eyes. he narrows his then buries his face in your neck.
“ugh, i’m gonna be late.”
“you could quit.” 
he squeezes your face harder. “then who will buy you nice things, silly?” 
“i only need you,” you reply quickly. he hates how good you are at those quick responses that disarm him ever so slightly, and a firm slap on your ass that has you yelp lets you know to behave. he presses his forehead against yours.
“i have to keep things safe for you too, okay?” he says. you nod, and he kisses you one more time on the lips.
you roll your eyes as he comes off of you ready to hit the showers. you haven’t responded yet.
“understood, love?” he insists.
“fine, mr. hero, i get it.” you sigh. he laughs as you throw a pillow languidly at him. he’s already fucked you boneless enough that you’re too lazy to sit up just yet.
“do you really get it?” he calls from the direction of the shower. you think fondly of messy sheets and warm muscles against your skin. you can probably go back to sleep now.
“yes, baby!” you yell back. “have a good day at work!”
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grandlinedreams · 5 months
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You! 🫵 You have an excellent way of weaving words, it leaves my heart in a kerfuffle! (no better way to describe it otherwise xD)
If your inbox isn’t already exploding, would you be up for a little fluff scenario with good ol‘ Law?
Trope: „Can we keep him? Pleeease?“ - Reader found a snow leopard baby . . 🥹 (If you know you know)
I let you channel your inner Law, I‘m curious how you‘d set the scene :3
Hope it ain’t too dull of a trope - thank you ~!
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OUGH I'M HONORED 🥺 he really does just bounce around in my head like a lil dvd screensaver but also PLEASE that little baby 🥺🥺🥺
[Heads up!: fluff, Law is a sucker for puppy dog eyes we all know, Bepo is an accomplice]
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It's cold.
Dangerously so, the wind making it difficult to keep on your course ㅡ how you're supposed to see anything in the vast tundra of blinding white is beyond you, but you press on.
You have to.
You tug at the fur-lined rim of your parka hood, trying to tug it over the rapidly numbed quality of your lips and nose. You'll be fine, you know that ㅡ the others can't be far from here.
Longing for the warmth of indoors and needing to tell Law what you'd seen in your scout ahead (a whole lot of nothing, unfortunately), you hurry your pace, only to halt at a faint, muffled cry.
Was someone else out here? You still, eyes narrowing as you strain to hear above the whistle of wind.
It takes a minute to hear it again ㅡ raspy and high, like the cry of a child. Your heart sinks as you turn to search for the source. You know Law will scold you if he finds out, much less if it's a trap of some sort ㅡ but the likelyhood of an enemy is low, and you can't just leave a child out here to freeze.
It takes several minutes of searching and stopping to pinpoint the cry before you find the source, and you stare with wide eyes.
No way...
"Cocoa, Captain?"
Law looks over as Bepo places the mug of steaming hot chocolate down beside him, watching tiny marshmallows bob in it before his attention shifts back to the door of the little cabin they've commandeered as a base of sorts.
"[Name] should've been back by now." You'd gone out to scout ahead, take not of any potential enemy activity ㅡ but you've been gone for a while now. And though Law is concerned, he masks it with the rise of irritation.
As if summoned, there's the darkening of the window set into the front door and he tenses for a second before you step in, quick to shut the door behind you.
"[Name]!"
"Hey guys," you greet. "Sorry I'm late, I got a little sidetracked."
Your cheeks are flush with the contrast of cold to warm, as is the tip of your nose ㅡ but from what Law can see, you're unharmed. Good.
"Anything to report?" He asks and you glance over.
"Huh? No, no signs of enemy activity." There's something you aren't telling him, that much he can tell.
"Are you bleeding?" It's Shachi's question that snaps Law's attention back to your coat, spotting the smear of red that he'd missed on his first once-over.
"Oh," you say as Law stands, intending to assess whatever damage has been done, demand to know what actually happened ㅡ only to halt as you reach for the zipper of your parka. "No, it's this little guy's."
You tug the zipper down, and a rounded, fluffy head wiggles free. Wide, wet looking blue eyes blink at them before a mouth opens to reveal tiny, razor sharp teeth as the creature offers a raspy sounding mew.
"Is...that a snow leopard?"
Several eyes snap to Law for a moment, the familiar speckle of his cap ㅡ and then back to the cub you have cradled in your coat.
"He's been injured," you say as you shuck your coat entirely in favor of cradling the cub to you. It's far bigger than a kitten, but broad paws still curl against you. "I couldn't just leave him out there..."
"[Name]." Law's eyes narrow. "A word, please." He turns to retreat down the hall to one of the other rooms, listening to your footsteps in tow. He waits until you've shut the door behind you before he turns to you. "Explain."
"I scouted as far ahead as I could given the current environment and found nothing out of the ordinary. If there's really something going on here, it's higher up the mountain." Your tone is calm and cool, professional ㅡ and he sighs.
"I meant the cub, [name]."
Your expression crumples as you look down at the leopard cub, and Law notices the ragged cut in its side, fur wet with blood. "I couldn't just leave him out there, Law. He'd die."
"He's a wild animal, [Name]. It's the way nature works." He knows he sounds unnecessarily cruel ㅡ and there's the squeeze of his heart when you frown and cradle the cub tighter to you.
"That doesn't mean I have to let it happen." Your fingers curl into soft fur, stroking gently. "I know he's a wild animal, but I want to help. Can't we keep him? Just until he gets better?"
You look up at him, and Law tenses. There's a shine to your eyes ㅡ he's never seen you cry, and you're about to over a damn cat? No, he knows this tactic. He knows exactly what you're doing.
Damn Bepo for teaching you his weakness to puppy eyes.
His teeth grit, muscle in his brow twitching as you continue to stare, silently pleading. All you're missing is the jut of your lower lip, and he jerks his head, scowling.
"Fine. But he's your responsibility. Now stop looking at me like that, damn it!"
You smile, pleased as you adjust your hold on the leopard cub and step towards him, leaning to brush your lips against his cheek in a soft kiss. "You're cute when you're grumpy, Law."
And then you're gone, hurrying off to gather what you need to treat the cub and leaving Law to process the warmth of your lips on his cheek. "What a pain," he grumbles, but there's a faint upward quirk to his lips.
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lueurjun · 11 months
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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽
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⋮ — 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗒! 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗑 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾: 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗒.
note from lueurjun—i decided to take the other one down because i made a mistake. hopefully this one is better for you my love! — kinda long very sorry about that i got carried away
let’s start by saying jake is as terrified of you as he is smitten by you
he’s got this massive crush on you that started when you lent him a pencil in chemistry
the moment you passed it to him with fluttered lashes and a soft smile
BRO WAS GONE. DONE. DEAD.
you were singlehandedly the most attractive being he had ever had the pleasure of setting eyes on
and so from there he harboured a crush on you
but would admire you from afar because how the hell was he supposed to talk to you?
you were the most popular person on campus with friends in every class and admirers lurking around every corner
and he was just… jake
unbeknownst to him, you shared the exact same feelings
but thought he was unapproachable because he was always in a hurry to get to his next class and whilst he was friendly, he just didn’t seem like the type to entertain a crush
so you ignored each other
my favourite little dumb dumbs<3
at least you have one thing in common: you’re both terribly oblivious
it isn’t until you need help with chemistry
and your friend sunghoon (who is also jake’s friend) recommends him
wingman sunghoon because he can’t listen to jake cry about the way the sunlight kisses your skin in all the right places
and if he has to watch you drool over the back of jake’s head one more time he’s going to have to bash his head against a wall
SUNGHOON CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE
he’s weirdly desperate for you to ask jake so, you bite down on your nerves and you approach him
poor jake almost chokes on his own tongue
‘hey jake, i’m y/n. we have chemistry’
‘w-you think so?’
‘what?’
‘what?’
cue sunghoon slamming a book against his head whilst watching the interaction from down the hall whilst jay covers his face in pure disbelief
however all three of them (including jake) are shocked that you didn’t walk away and ask someone else but actually… laughed?
and then called him cute? jake almost fainted on the spot
thankfully he recovers and agrees to help you out
sunghoon is a sneaky man so before you leave for the library, he slides a post it note into your chemistry notes when you aren’t looking
it reads: ‘will you go on a date with me?’
and jake sees it the moment you open the book
you’re mortified but you don’t scrunch up the post it?
instead, you muster up all of the confidence and look at jake for an answer
boy falls off his chair
no like seriously he falls out of his seat in pure shock
‘jake are you okay?’
‘just peachy please leave me here. this is embarrassing and i don’t want to get up’
when he finally does get up he’s very quick to accept the date
you both leave the library that day with blushy faces and new progress in your relationship
from then on sunghoon makes it his life’s work to remind you both that he’s the reason for your relationship
it’s been eight months and he still brings it up
‘put some respect on the matchmakers name. if it wasn’t for me the two of you would be knee deep in platonic town’
he’s not wrong though
boyfriend jake is still terrified of you
purely because you are just so loved by everyone and it’s quite daunting because it’s like you’re some kind of angel
he’s the best boyfriend though
if you do some kind of sport, he’s always there to cheer you on
and he’s the loudest in the stands
i can actually see jake being on a debate team for some reason and you think it’s the hottest thing ever
it gets you all hot and bothered sometimes
you drag sunghoon with you and he’s always just like ‘seriously? this is what you’re into?? are you okay??’
but you’re not even listening to him, far too focused on jake with a pink tint to your cheeks
jake gives off major golden retriever energy
always has this puppy dog look whenever he’s talking to you and sometimes you can’t stop yourself from caressing his cheeks and planting the biggest kiss on his lips
which always makes him blush
everyone on campus still can’t believe the two of you are dating
it was such a weird dynamic at first but slowly people started to really ship it
you with your halo above your head saying hi to everyone you see whilst your golden retriever boyfriend follows after you with major heart eyes
the cutest little couple i love you both pls invite me to your wedding
jake definitely purchased matching rings but was scared to give you yours in case you thought he was weird
you found it in his pocket of the hoodie he lent you and you absolutely fell in love
it becomes your personality and you show it to everyone with no shame
‘check it. my boyfriend bought us matching rings isn’t he perfect?’
‘you’ve shown me eight times. if i see it one more time i’m yanking it off your finger’
^ jay might be a little bitter that jake got a partner before him
you slip little love notes and hearts into his chemistry books and he saves them in a little box and reads them when he’s sad
cuddles galore. this man is the affection monster
not that you’re complaining but sometimes your bladder is too full to have a huge puppy weighing you down refusing to let go
‘jake-i need to pee!’
‘no’
he always helps you with your homework which is a huge bonus
and you help him let loose and relax
you balance each other out and are exactly what each other needs
his parents adore you
‘marry them. marry them now’
jake smirks and turns to you ‘well you heard them! parents orders, have to marry you!’
kissing his cheek when he’s stressed out about school work and suddenly all faith is restored
your lips are like caffeine to him
and honestly, he’s addicted
‘have i ever told you how much i love you?’
‘hm. once or twice but i don’t mind hearing it again’
my favourite little dummies in love<3
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visionarymode · 7 months
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Acknowledgement
✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+
✧ pairing: roman reigns x female reader
✧ word count: 2,397
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“Y-yes my tribal chief.” Paul fearfully stuttered as he got up in a hurry and left the room as he obeyed the tribal chief’s orders. Roman let out an annoyed and impatient sigh as he glared at Paul with those piercing evil eyes. The screen transitioned into the crowd as AJ Styles’ entrance music hit with the bell ringing to indicate the start of a new match segment. was sitting at the mini table backstage as she just finished watching Roman on TV in his backstage segment for the night. She loved watching him in character because he was so damn brilliant at what he does. There was truly no one like him. Not to mention his incredible dedication and sexy execution of his character…the tribal chief. Roman was the perfect man but my god, something about the tribal chief just made her want to jump through the screen and as he always says, acknowledge him, in many different explicit ways she could imagine. She sat there as her sexual frustration built up not being able to forget that segment or his fine self. you know what? She thought to herself. She grabbed her phone and got up to walk down the hallway. She was about to send him a text before she abruptly bumped into someone.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry-“ she stopped to notice who it was. Paul Heyman. 
“Someone’s eager to get to her destination.” he joked as he crossed his arms raising his eyebrow. Oh, he has no idea…
“I just tend to walk fast Paul that’s all!” she giggled as she crossed her arms as well. “Is he still in his locker room?” she questioned as if he’d know the answer. 
“Yes he is. he has some free time before our next segment in about half an hour.” he patted my shoulder as he continued to walk past her. 
“Thank you Wiseman!” she called out jokingly. She continued her walk until she stopped to read what was in front of the door to her right. Roman Reigns. finally. 
She left two quick little knocks on the door before opening it to see him lying up comfortably on the black leather couch scrolling through his phone. He looked up and immediately put his phone down as he flashed his pearly whites smiling in response to her presence. 
“Hey baby.” he greeted her as he got up from the couch.
She locked the door behind her and she started walking towards him to embrace him. He picked her up as she wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. She giggled as she broke away to look at him. He looked so fucking sexy. When did he not though? His hair was slicked back in his usual bun, and his thick salt and pepper beard glistened from the oil he put on it to make it shine. He was wearing his 1000 days t-shirt with his track jacket over it zipped down.
“What?” he chucked. 
“Nothing you just look so…fucking…sexy.” she paused after each word to peck his lips. 
“Yeah?” he seductively mumbled against her lips trying to slide his tongue into her mouth. She granted access as she sucked on it. she broke the kiss for a split second to respond. 
“Yeah…”  
“You’re so…fucking….beautiful.” He mimicked her actions pausing after each word to leave sloppy kisses on each side of her neck. 
“Mmm I was watching your backstage segment and I don’t know. Something about the tribal chief makes me so horny…” she whispered in his ear. 
“Ahhh I see. You wanted to pay the tribal chief a visit huh?” he asked as he moved his hands from her waist down to her ass and grabbed a handful. 
“I just wanted to stop by & acknowledge you properly…” 
He lifted his face from her neck to look at her and smirked. Before she had a chance to say anything else, he sat her down on the leather couch. He leaned in to lift her chin and kissed her slowly and passionately. He rubbed her thighs up & down without breaking eye contact as he licked his lips admiring how beautiful she was. 
She could feel her panties get more and more damp with each motion of his hands. 
“The tribal chief really appreciates you putting time aside for him.” he professed. 
His rubbing turned into massages as he slowly moved his way up to her thighs spreading them slowly apart. 
“Oh does he now?” she asked playfully, but was screaming on the inside as her breath hitched in her throat. 
He left sloppy kisses all over her inner thighs before he stopped abruptly and noticed how wet she already was.
“Mmm look at you…” he muttered under his breath as he swiftly ran two fingers down her panties. 
“I haven’t even touched you yet…” he stopped mid-sentence to run his tongue over her damp panties. 
“…and you’re already dripping wet for daddy.” His eyes remained on hers as he grabbed her panties with his teeth & slowly ripped them off of her. If she could, she could cum right this second. 
“Tell me how much…” he spread her folds apart as she felt his breath on her wet pussy.
“…you acknowledge me.” 
“I acknow-“ Before she could finish her sentence she gasped as she felt his thick tongue swirl over her clit. 
“What was that baby?” he mumbled as he lapped his tongue up and down steadily yet slowly as he stared her down. She let out a moan that couldn’t be prevented and that was his cue to cover her mouth with his hand as the other pulled her right thigh over his shoulder to pull her closer. She managed to moan louder than before despite his hand being over her mouth as he ate her out like it was his last meal on earth. She suddenly felt him pull away which caused her to drop her jaw as she panted in frustration. 
“Wh- why’d you sto-“ 
“Shhhh. Who told you you could question the tribal chief huh?” he glared at her not to the point where she felt hurt but to the point where she was heavily turned on. She shook her head as she understood what he was doing. he wasn’t gonna break character. damn, he’s so good. 
“Or are you gonna be a good girl and do what daddy says?” he asked raising his eyebrows. She nodded her head eagerly so he could just put his mouth back on her needy and aching pussy. He set her thigh back down on the couch as he pulled his shirt over his head exposing his chiseled and tanned body. His tattoos on his pec & right arm were in full view as she bit her lip yearning for him. He grabbed her hand to pull her upwards in a seated position inches away from his face. He rolled up the shirt and stuffed it in her mouth. 
“Since you can’t control yourself this is what we gon' have to do huh?” 
Their eyes stayed locked for what felt like an eternity before he gently grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back on the couch.
“Now be a good girl and let daddy eat his pussy.” He dragged her legs towards him in the quickest motion and folded her so her knees were touching her shoulders. He kept his eyes on her as he let a long drop of spit slowly fall into her pussy. She was holding onto the back of her knees whimpering into the shirt that was stuffed into her mouth just moments ago so he could work on her. He used two of his fingers to spread the saliva along her entrance before he slowly slipped those same two fingers inside of her. They both moaned in unison as she was falling apart from pure pleasure. He started pumping his fingers in and out at a faster pace. Her muffled moans were growing louder and practically matched the same speed of his fingers. He licked her clit before he started sucking on it as she was on the verge of her climax. 
“Look at your pretty pussy soaking for me. you gon’ cum baby?” he asked licking his lips as he continued to finger fuck her. Her eyes were shut and her head fell back on the head of the couch as she struggled to form any words. He removed his shirt from her mouth and questioned her again. 
“Speak up baby. what’s my name?” 
“Ro-roman…” she was seconds away from releasing as she felt his fingers slow down the pace and tease their removal from inside her. 
“Nah…try that shit again.” he softly demanded. Then the lightbulb popped in her head. 
“my- my tribal chief…oh fuuuuuuuck…” she cried out as she came all up in his face as he sucked and licked every ounce of her juices making sure there wasn’t a drop left. That earth-shattering orgasm made her moan so loud that he had to bring his hand back up to clasp her mouth while he cleaned her up with his tongue. She was panting heavily as he lifted his face from in between her thighs licking his wet lips with the biggest smirk on his face. His beard was glistening but this time it wasn’t from the beard oil, it was from her. 
“Mmm there you go baby.” he praised as he winked at her. this majestic motherfucker. holy shit. 
“Now…” he started to say as he wiped her leftover cum off the corners of his mouth and sucked it off his thumb. He got up from the floor and took a seat next to her. He spread open his legs and rested his arms on opposite sides of the couch. 
“Your turn baby.” he winked while flashing his smug grin. 
She felt like she needed a breather after he just completely wore her out. She expected to come in here and finally pleasure him first for a change but he was never one to not pleasure his girl first. It was always his main priority whenever they got intimate. Making her cum before she could return the favor for daddy. 
She slid off the couch and got on her knees struggling to make eye contact because of how flushed and nervous she felt not only by his presence but by that insane fucking orgasm. His sweats and boxers slid off together as his long, hard, and pretty dick sprung up ready to be devoured. She felt her inner thighs getting hot once again as she prepared to take him all in & pleasure the fuck out of the tribal chief. He cupped her jaw as she was forced to meet his gaze. 
“Now be a good girl. open that pretty mouth and acknowledge me,” he ordered in a low voice. She quickly obeyed and started slowly stroking his shaft with one hand. Her tongue met his tip with a slow lick before swirling around it savoring his pre cum as he let out a low groan from her captivating eye contact. 
“Mmm say it…” 
“I acknowledge you, daddy,” she whispered before wrapping her lips around his tip and putting as much of him in her mouth as she could. She kept her eyes on him while sucking as his mouth slightly fell open with his head falling back. He was holding up her hair with his right hand in a slightly tight grip but she didn’t even care. She loved that he was in this vulnerable state as she had all the control to make him completely convulse and let go in her mouth. 
“Fuck baby just like that…take daddy’s dick like the good girl you are…” he struggled to finish his sentence as he groaned in pure satisfaction.
She studied him as he let out shaky pants while his left arm gripped the back arm of the couch so tight that his knuckles were turned white. She liked seeing him completely fall apart slipping out of character due to her mouth driving him completely fucking insane. Her mouth & tongue quickened the pace as she moaned around his length. He struggled to stay still and bucked his hips forward wanting her to take it all. His dick was so thick and big that she started gagging because of the struggle to fit it all in her mouth…but she didn’t give a fuck. She was enjoying this. She was enjoying fulfilling the tribal chief’s desires. 
“fuuuuck I’m cumming baby…” he groaned as she felt him getting close with tears prickling in her eyes from gagging on his dick. He gently pulled her hair back to take her off him and he let out a low moan as her tongue flicked on his tip once again. He quickly came down from his high to recover and immediately channeled his dominance. 
“Open that pretty mouth for me baby girl,” he ordered as he jerked himself with his left hand. 
She obeyed as she opened her mouth & stuck out her tongue keeping her eyes locked with his. He hummed and licked his lips and came all on her tongue as it dropped to the back of her throat. Droplets of his cum landed on her chest as they started swirling down to her breasts. He smirked at the sight of his mess all over his princess. 
“Swallow for daddy…” he instructed in a deep whisper. 
She obeyed swallowing every last drop of his seed. He wiped the leftovers on the corner of her mouth with his thumb and grazed it over her lips. 
“Say it,” he whispered slowly sticking his thumb in her mouth not taking his eyes off hers as she sucked it off and removed her mouth from his touch with a final slow lick.
“I acknowledge you…my tribal chief,” she responded with a raspy voice. He gestured for her to come sit on his lap with the flick of his finger. She was face to face with her man as he pressed his tongue flat on her chest licking up what was left of her neck and leaving soft kisses. He cupped her face as their lips were inches away before he praised her with the words she melted for once again. 
“Mhm. that’s my good girl.” 
---- thank you for reading! this is the first fanfic i’ve written so i hope y'all liked it :)
you can read more of my fics here ❤️‍🔥
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mcflymemes · 10 months
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PROMPTS FOR SUSPICIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES *  assorted dialogue for eerie situations, adjust as necessary 👻
where have you been? i've been looking all over for you.
where did you find that?
that wasn't here before.
that's it! i'm leaving!
i came back for you.
do you do this often?
if you didn't do it, who did?
i think we're being watched.
did that painting just move?
the locals say this place is haunted.
follow me, and stay quiet.
we need to get to the bottom of this.
something weird is going on.
i don't like the look of this.
this is the last time i listen to you.
i think you should see this.
there's no service in here.
where did it go? it was right here five seconds ago.
did you hear that?
this place is cursed.
they say someone died in here.
i'm not staying here another second.
do you smell something?
get in here! now!
we're supposed to be the only ones here.
those were footsteps.
someone else is here.
last one out's a rotten egg!
who made that noise?
i don't believe in that stuff.
the light's not working.
my battery is dead.
we should split up.
it's too late!
you came back for me?
is that blood?
no way. i'm not doing this alone.
we need to stick together.
hello? is anyone here?
i'm getting out of here!
the locals don't like this place.
looks like we're stuck here for the night.
that place looks creepy.
i don't like the look of this place.
who made that noise?
i don't believe in ghosts.
i'm getting the hell away from this place.
do you get the feeling we're being watched?
that's impossible.
i'm not going into the creepy basement alone.
what is wrong with you?
hurry! get inside!
there's no such thing as coincidences.
i'm not going first. you go.
any volunteers?
not sure we're supposed to be here.
come on! it'll be fun!
remind me never to come with you.
the door's locked! we're trapped!
hide! in here!
no way. i'll stay right here.
you keep watch.
i can't take another second of this.
are you thinking what i'm thinking?
when did this happen?
it's getting dark. we should camp here for the night.
i've heard stories about this place.
i'm not sticking around to find out.
this is bad. this is very bad.
i thought i lost you!
we need to put an end to this.
do you believe in ghosts?
we shouldn't have come here.
let's try the back door!
oh great. a creepy basement.
you go first.
this was your idea.
i don't want to die!
don't be such a scaredy cat.
where does this door lead?
come out, come out, wherever you are!
how did i let you drag me into this?
remind me never to come back.
that was quick thinking.
so that's it?
nothing's going to happen! trust me!
i can't believe you talked me into this.
you owe me big time.
they told me to stay away.
this isn't what i signed up for.
you never told me this would happen.
trust me. i'll get us out.
i think we're stuck.
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roseboysstuff · 2 months
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Quick idea.... Lets make this spicy its Omegaverse AU.. Basically Leon (An alpha) has the mentality that his Lit bro (an Omega) is his Mate and only his...
So imagine the suprise when another Alpha has invite his lit bro to a Date.. But Leon is not leting his lit bro go so easily... Like him getting so Angry that somebody is trying to steal his mate, somebody who can only him love and carefore..
So it ends with him forcing his lit bro into a Heat with some Fake supresors/Drugs and end ups not only mateting him but also telling him that he belongs only to him, before the lit bro black out due to exhaustion.
Awww he needs his lil bro in heat and to be his Hope you don't mind this is headcanons again
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Leon was obsessed
You were born after him, a perfect little omega brother for him
It was like you were made for him
You were made for him
So when you tell him about your date
He is not happy
He just stares at you and grunts noncommittedly, and heads back to his room
Think you can be with someone else, hm?
You're his.
So your dinner that night tastes slightly different, but he just shrugs it off, saying he used a different sauce
Oh sweet innocent omega.
He watches you finish and grins as you hurry off to your room, he can already smell the heat on you
Looks like those drugs weren't lying, they are fast acting
Your heat scent is all over the house and he can't help it
He bursts into your room, inhaling your scent, despite your weak protests
"S'okay lil bro. I got ya. Alpha will take care of ya, be a good boy, yeah?"
He spreads your legs, and pushes his tongue into your already slick hole, tasting the pussy he's wanted for years
And the way you're moaning?
You need him too, don't you?
He'll make you cum on his tongue before he ever fucks you
Making you beg, the heat razzling your brain, the scent of him making you go wild
And only when you're a puddle in your nest, does he finally sink himself into you.
And he doesn't hold back, grunting and moaning as he thrusts deep into your tight heat
You just feel too good, and he has been holding back for too long.
"You're mine. My omega. My mate. No other fucking alpha is gon' have ya."
His teeth nibble on your neck, so tempted to claim you
And he doesn't hold back for long, not when his brother is begging so sweetly under him
His teeth dig into your skin, making it bleed slightly, making you forever his mate
And he makes you cum again on his cock, until you pass out, and only then does he fill you with him cum
"My baby brother, I'll never let anyone have you. You're mine."
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strangelure · 8 months
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through your teeth
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the rumors are true, i am in love with my baby who kills people, so heres a filthy fucked up lil something <3 this is the first time i've ever written about adrian so any feedback is welcomed, as always comments and reblogs are super appreciated xoxo
adrian chase x reader warnings: mentions of past abuse but not described in detail, mentions of violence and murder, heavy gaslighting, voyeurism and smut. This is 18+, minors DNI.
He’d lied through his teeth from the moment you met him. 
“You’re my new neighbor right?” You asked, leaning in to make eye contact with him, fully knowing he’d been nervously avoiding your gaze. “I just moved here.”  
The doe eyed, boyish-looking man with spectacles had gone stiff as soon as you climbed into the elevator and stood next to him.
Adrian Chase wouldn’t dare look at you when he knew you were smiling at him in the teasing way people used to do back in school. 
And fuck, you were pretty on top of it all too. 
So as soon as the ding from the elevator sounds he’s walking out in a hurry, red faced and hands clammy at his sides.
But not before giving you a quick and impulsive, “Uh, n-no i don't think so.” 
A lie, so obvious not only by his demeanor but by the fact that a few nights later you catch him walking up to his apartment next to your own. 
"Hey!” You chirped, making him jolt when he was hastily putting the key inside the lock. 
And there was a moment he just stared blankly at you, as if it took him that long to figure out what to say next. 
"Oh hey, yeah! Looks like were neighbors after all. Who would have thought right?” He said, the loud whimsical tone in his voice almost giving you whiplash. 
"Uh huh" You uttered, giving him a knowing smile.  
And well, Adrian’s playful facade drops slightly at the sight of it. 
Oh Fuck. He thought, a harsh gulp getting suck in his throat.
_
He lied when you asked him about his love life, one time you had begged him to help you rearrange the furniture in your living room. 
His eyes went the size of orbs at the question, as if he never expected for you to even bring that up with him.
And before he could stop it, he made up a story about someone who lives a few states away. How he drives once a month to see them.  
But as soon as the words spilled out of his mouth, he knew he had fucked up. He could see the wheels turning in your mind before he’d even finished the last sentence. 
"That mean i dont got a chance with you Adrian?" You asked him, all flirt and mirth.
The lying should be annoying at most or a red flag at least, yet you find every part of it so entertaining.  You find him so entertaining, and maybe even a little bit cute? 
And although Adrian was a tough egg to crack, he didn’t stand a chance against your determination. That or how easily he develops an intense infatuation with you.
Its no wonder then that his cheeks had gone so red at your question, and that he had tried to undo his words just as quickly as he had uttered them out. 
"Well you know uh- its a long distance thing. It's not bound to last anyways, lots of studies show that-" His words were practically slurring together. 
And you had laughed at it, so naturally and giggly that he had to sigh out a laugh of his own.
Part in defeat, part the indescribable and problematic feeling that being humiliated by you brought to the pit of his stomach and made his face feel hot.
-
In a month or two, innocent lies turn into something else.
He says the horrendous bruise around his jaw was him falling down against the toilet seat.
He tells you that his job at Fennel Fields is so demanding that its why he had made such a ruckus from his apartment at 3 am on a wednesday. 
But now, he tells you that he had absolutely nothing to do with that annoying guy you had dated for a few weeks being beat up by the masked Vigilante a couple nights ago.
"Well i mean, he totally had it coming" He says, leaning in casually on his doorframe. But his voice wavers in a way it lets you know he's not entirely unaffected by your accusation.
Adrian doesn’t know he’s the only one you've told about the incident.
You had knocked on his door at the late hours, sobbed into his arms and told him about how the douchebag had tried and (thankfully) failed to take advantage of your inebriated state.  
The asshole in question already had sore balls with the way you kneed him in the crotch that night.
It only takes a few moments after Adrian's words to tie all of the little mistruths together.
You had always wondered why a guy who spends most of his days playing video-games and DND had the need to be so incredibly ripped. 
And you should run, call the police, refuse to ever talk to him again. 
But when he says, “For sure won’t mess with you anymore.” You cant tell if thats really what you want to do. 
This time, its your cheeks that start to feel hot under the skin. At the thought of this man that stands before you at the foot of his doorway in only a graphic t-shirt and grey sweatpants, doing something so horrible for you. 
“Yeah? that or you'll kick his ass again Vigilante?" It slips out, before you have time to fully think about the consequences. 
Maybe you should have thought twice about confronting a possible murderer about their hidden identity. 
But the air around you both changes in a matter of seconds, charged with something that makes you think Adrian was just aching for you to catch up on it. 
Even his position on the doorway shifts, stands a bit straighter now. But its the momentous twitch upward of his mouth that makes a chill run up your spine.
He’s quick to wipe it away though, clears his throat to continue his solemn tradition of untruth. "I dont know who Vigilante is” He shrugs, in a way that only he does when he’s trying so hard to act nonchalant.
Unbelievable. You scoff out loud at his sentence, “Night Adrian” You say, ready to end the conversation and head back to your door. 
But then his voice resonates from behind you, “I’d kill him if thats what you want" He whispers, something like sickly sweet excitement mudding his voice.
And you hate that your stomach does a flip. You turn around to face him, "You just said-"
"I could slice his head clean off" He adds casually, like he’s not discussing murder with you. Successfully diverging from his past lie with a graphic truth. Ironic.
And your hand moves on its own, shock even to you as it goes to slap across his damn pretty face.
A futile attempt, he swerves away just in time. 
“Did you just try to hit me? Thats so cute dude, like- you really thought you could do that” His eyes are shinning with satisfaction and an arrogant smile you had never seen on him takes over his face.
Later, you would take this moment as all the confirmation you needed. 
“You can’t just say stuff like that, Chase” You say, still referring to his graphic choice of words. You give him a shove that pushes him further into his apartment and you with him. 
“Why not?” He asks, with a real puzzled look. Comically big eyes and pouty face that resemble a boy being told he can’t skate indoors. “He’s an asshole”
“Besides, you like it” He says more matter of factly, watching your facial expressions like a hawk. 
You don’t know how he manages to discover that part of you before you do it yourself, but the crushing feeling of it makes you dizzy once it settles in your chest and accelerates your heartbeat. 
“I don't” You manage a small lie of your own, suppressing a smile that is threatening to show. 
“Fuck- thats hot” His voice has dropped in octaves, a raspy quality that was entirely new to your ears. 
And that does you in. 
Theres no thinking or second guessing, just you kicking the door closed and throwing yourself onto him so hard he smashes against the armrest of his couch and his glasses are tilted upwards by the way you grab at his face.
You kiss him, or more like bite his lips right off. 
A part of you had thought Adrian was inexperienced, but when he slips his hand underneath your thin pajama shorts to unabashedly grope at the skin there, you realize you were wrong.
He’s messy, eager, and unnecessarily talkative. But good, his enthusiasm making up for everything else. 
So good he’s got you whining, his fingers moving so rapidly inside you it makes you unable to take a proper breath.
You have to warn him. 
"Adrian, s-stop please." Your hand reaches for his own, but only weakly does it try to stop his relentless pace that has heat building up inside you in record time. "Im gonna-"
He had been so focused with his task that when he finally meets your eyes with that concentrated and desperate look on his face it takes everything in you to actually hold back.
“Oh shit- yeah,  please do.” He says, his voice breaking at the end of the sentence. “I want to hear you come clearly this time” 
This time? 
Suddenly, little memories from the past few months come to the surface of your mind. How Adrian would ask about your dates every once in a while. How sometimes the day after bringing guys over he would have a bright red flush on his face when you greeted him on the hallway.
You ask, although you're barely able to form the words. “A-Adrian, you listen through the wall when i have people over?” 
His movements stop. So abruptly, it makes you regret even questioning him in the first place. 
"Of course not, i’m not a fucking pervert geez" He lies through his fucking teeth once more, and not for the last time. His big doe eyes betraying every single word. 
Sure.
“Creep” You quip. Yet theres no real bite behind it, since your eyes are rolling to the back of your head anyways. You had begun rutting yourself against his hand. Secretly wanting to grant him his wish.
If he wasn't gonna give it to you, you were gonna get it for yourself. 
“Uh Huh” He says, and smiles lopsided when you drown the sound out with a harsh and desperate whine.
The smile doesn’t last long, since the name you just called him has rilled him up far more than he expected.
“Yeah, I am. I am. Fuck, I am.” He says, watching you come apart on his digits. 
And then he’s shamelessly spilling into his own pants. He's not going to hear the end of it.
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PART 2
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andy-wm · 4 months
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Please love me is Jimin's line today
The hardest few seconds for me to watch, were these...
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Jimin was absolutely dreading appearing on screen without his trademark beautiful hair.
We know he left it as late as he could and didn't want to show anyone.
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He looked like he was barely holding it together when he called attention to his hair being shaved. He must have genuinely been scared of the reaction he would get, even from Kook.
"It looks good on you"
Jungkook, you absolute fucking LEGEND 💜
He knew exactly what to say.
When Jungkook told Jimin he looked good (even with no hair) Jimin turned his face away <those feels choking him up> and when he turned back, the almost desperate look of gratitude mixed with relief was so clear.
Please love me is Jimin's line today.
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This is not about vanity, ego or pride.
It brings home how fragile his confidence is. His need for approval and the assurance of being loved is strong. It’s so heartbreaking, but we know he hasn't had an easy road.**
Thankfully he did stand a little bit taller once JK reassured him...
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But it wasn't an easy moment for Jungkook either.
Whether because he had to witness Jimin's fear and could do nothing more than pet his head, or because he was facing his own misgivings (probably both) he looked equally lost in that moment.
Remember that these boys have left their home once before and journeyed to a place that was less than welcoming. They've had to face the grim, disproving faces of unkind critics and a system that didn't support or value them.
I don't doubt there were echoes of that feeling on this day, that same sense of trepidation they've known before.
We know how the military treats men like them.
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And then...
we got this:
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You can take the boy out of Busan but you can't take Busan out of the boy.
(People say this about my home town too...)
The shadow of fear is still there in his eyes but.... he looks like a (very hot) backstreet thug who will absolutely fuck you up no questions asked.
It does occur to me that MS might be the reason Jimin has been learning to fight.
I mean really learning to fight.
Yes he's probably doing boxing too but i suspect something more than that ... you shouldn't get torn knuckles from boxing lessons unless you aren't wrapping your hands properly, just saying.
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<Gotta love a person who can hold you and cradle your head, and also knock down an aggressor when they have to.>
If all else fails (words before fists, right?) I hope he can handle himself.
If he must defend himself, and someone (not him) looks like they've had a close encounter with his fists, I saw nothing.
I hope for both of them, their background will serve them well. In any case they will support one another and their love will see them through this. It's exactly why they are enlisting as companions.
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🐰🐥
This is no easy journey, for these young men (all seven of them) or for their families, their friends, and their loved ones. Yes, it's reality of life for every person in Korea, but that doesn't make it easier when it's YOU or YOUR person who is going away.
I am seeing them off with an in ache in my chest - I know we all are. But I'm toasting their successful military service, and their quick return.
짠 지민아, 정국이! We love you 💜💛
See you soon, Angels.
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** 'Hurry up and be me soon' ...
Some of us know how much it costs to put our authentic self out into the world. The sacrifices you have to be willing to make are huge. You're not only exposing your own vulnerabilities, but the flow on effect for your family and friends is real.
<talking specifically about Jimin here... how many times do you think his parents will have to say 'no, Jimin doesnt have a girlfriend, and no he isn't looking for one... No he doesn't plan to marry'.>
It's a long journey to self love and acceptance...
We know Jimin has been through a number of iterations of himself. He's been through the tough guy phase, the closed book, the siren, aloof and sophisticated, and the gently feminine.
The image he presents to the world is as much a construct as any person's is - and whether you're aware of this or not, all our public selves are social constructs.
"One size does not fit all" for queer people
For cis gendered heterosexual people, society has a few different ready-made constructs you can adopt, and the rest of society automatically understands the message you're sending. Most of them maintain the status quo of heterosexual cultural norms.
For anyone who DOESNT fit those norms, it's honestly never going to feel good expressing an image that isnt really you. Its like trying and make your circle self fit in a square box.
But theres nothing else that's readily available...
You really have to construct your public image from scratch.
When you aren't part of that typical demographic, figuring out how you want to be seen by the world can be an arduous and complex process.
How much do you reveal? How much do you risk?
You'll experiment with styles, behaviours, and social groups until you find a safe space you can occupy.
Jimin's safe space is with ARMY or his members, but it requires looking perfect.
Think about Jimin's hesitance to appear on camera without makeup. How carefully he chooses his clothes - whether for airport appearances, stage performance or out on the street. He usually has a team of people making sure he looks perfect. His hair is a trademark feature. It's always beautiful.
Remember that he's used to EVERYONE LOOKING AT HIM, ALL THE TIME.
Imagine how it feels to go out in public - against your will - with a shaved head.
Without hair, he would have surely felt naked. Plus, he's no longer in the safe embrace of ARMY, and his buffer of security and managers keeping him out of danger is gone.
He's immensely famous, but not universally loved (don't even go there) and bald, and small, and an IDOL, and very gay ... lets go with unlikely to be heterosexual.
No wonder he was feeling vulnerable.
Ngl, it broke my heart to see him so afraid but I'm sure he'll have a substantial group of supporters around him. I can only hope.
💜💛
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luvkyu · 3 months
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rivals ( lee donghyuck/haechan ) part two
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donghyuck x male!reader
hyuck wants to get closer to his rival.
content : 2.2k words, fluff, high school!au, academic rivals trope
( a/n ) the long awaited part two </3 this is v soft compared to part one and im in love w it tbh. i'll start writing part three soon, which will also be the last part :)
part one
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"what do you know about y/n?"
jaemin's brows furrowed at the sudden question.
"y/n from our class?" he asked, looking between donghyuck and his open locker.
"yes, that y/n. dumbass."
jaemin clicked his tongue and flicked his friend's head.
"not a lot. i don't think anyone really knows a lot about him. he's really good friends with mark though."
"mark lee??"
jaemin nodded, "yeah. jisung said that y/n hangs around after dance practices sometimes and then they leave together."
donghyuck nodded, a little surprised at the way his heart sank.
"but i think they're also neighbors so," jaemin added.
"ah okay.."
"why?"
donghyuck felt a small surge of panic run through his body. he could hear the suspicion in jaemin's voice.
"..nothing. just wondering."
"whatever you say," jaemin replied with a small smile.
it was monday morning, and if you asked donghyuck, the weekend passed way too slowly. he hadn't told anyone about spending time with y/n on friday afternoon. it was driving him crazy if he was honest. he kept finding the urge to bring up y/n in random conversations, or just tell one of his friends about how much fun he had killing time in the restaurant before they had to part ways that evening. his grudge against y/n was crumbling fast.
"haechan."
donghyuck's head snapped back up to look at jaemin.
"what?"
"you coming? lunch time."
"oh right, yes."
jaemin snickered at him. he watched donghyuck hurry to zip up his school bag and close his locker, but not before stealing a quick glance at y/n's unoccupied locker across the hall.
donghyuck and jaemin eagerly found their table of friends after entering the cafeteria. the others began to go get their food, while donghyuck's attention was fixating on one thing. or rather, one person.
he frowned as he looked around at the different tables. y/n wasn't to be seen anywhere. donghyuck did, however, spot a different familiar face. he took a deep breath and began walking over.
"hi, sorry, um.. do you know where y/n is, by chance?"
mark looked up from his phone in confusion. why was lee donghyuck asking for y/n's whereabouts?
"why?" mark asked.
"i wanted to eat lunch with him. does he have a different lunch period?"
the corner of mark's mouth tilted in thought.
"no, he's in our lunch period. he just eats up at the rooftop garden."
donghyuck's face instantly brightened at the information. with a small bow, he said a quick thank you and rushed out of the cafeteria.
the small bag of food in donghyuck's hand was getting more crushed and crumpled with every step he took. just the idea of seeing y/n made him nervous. the kind of nervous where your head gets fuzzy and your body feels shaky. he hated it, but he loved it.
before he knew it, he was already at the top of the stairs and pulling open the door to the rooftop garden. he stood still for a moment after finally finding y/n. the male was sitting at one of the shaded tables, headphones on, chopsticks in one hand eating cup noodles while he flipped through a textbook with the other hand.
donghyuck felt his heart flutter. he continued walking over to him until he was finally sitting down next to him. y/n jumped at the sudden presence of someone else. he quickly removed his headphones to sit around his neck, looking over at his classmate.
"are you really studying while eating?" donghyuck asked. y/n looked at his textbook, feeling a little self conscious.
"i was just reviewing a little."
donghyuck's brows furrowed in disapproval.
"lunch is supposed to be a break. give your brain some time to breathe," he gently closed the book and pushed it aside before looking back at y/n with a soft smile. "talk with me instead."
"are you just trying to get me to fall behind so i won't be top student anymore?"
"that would definitely be a perk, yes," donghyuck responded with a small chuckle. y/n rolled his eyes, but still laughed along.
"what are you even doing up here?" y/n asked.
donghyuck looked away as he tried to form an answer that wouldn't embarrass himself. he could feel himself getting flustered, but he'd sooner move schools than let y/n know that.
"i wanted to eat somewhere that wasn't so crowded," he answered. "same for you i assume?"
y/n nodded, "i hate eating in the cafeteria."
"what about when it rains up here?"
"usually i'll just stay on the top step of the stairs," he replied while pointing to the staircase inside. donghyuck only nodded, which surprised the other. he thought surely donghyuck would make fun of him or tease him.
"you're nicer than i thought you'd be," y/n said quietly.
"hm? i'm nice?"
"nice-ish."
donghyuck began to unpack his lunch in efforts to hide his growing smile.
"i can be mean if you want," he joked before his gaze locked with y/n's.
"no no, i like nice donghyuck," he responded quickly.
donghyuck's face was practically on fire. he could feel it, but he refused to look away from y/n this time. it was quiet between them for a moment, simply staring at each other through the tension until donghyuck cleared his throat.
"are you doing anything tonight?"
"i'm st-"
"studying, right." donghyuck laughed lightly. "can i join?"
y/n felt his heart jump.
"you want to study together?"
"yeah, why not? we can exchange numbers and meet at a café or something."
"that sounds great actually."
"yeah??" donghyuck became much more excited, perking up in his seat. y/n flinched at the sudden enthusiasm before laughing it off.
"you're warming up to me, y/n!! i think it's time for nicknames."
y/n looked at him with furrowed brows. "what? absolutely not."
"you can call me 'hyuck' and i can call you.."
"nothing."
donghyuck frowned. "'nothing' is not a good nickname."
"will you just eat your damn lunch?"
donghyuck sighed dramatically and looked at his food, "fine."
"thank you, hyuck."
"wha- no!" donghyuck's jaw dropped while y/n smiled to himself. "no, no! not fair, you can't use hyuck if i can't use one for you!"
"okay. sorry, hyuck."
"y/nnn!.." he whined.
"eat your lunch, please."
donghyuck was about to argue again, but the smile still stretching on y/n's lips made him give in. he couldn't help but grin a little himself. he clicked his tongue as a final protest and finally began to eat.
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donghyuck let out a heavy exhale as his eyes drifted to the entrance of the cafe again. he was early, waiting since 5:45 when they agreed on meeting at 6 o'clock. now he was simply just paranoid and nervous, awaiting y/n's arrival.
his fingers were fidgeting with the straw of his coffee when he finally spotted y/n walking inside. he quickly sat up straight and pretended to be immersed in the books in front of him.
"hi," y/n said quietly while sitting down across from him.
"hi!" donghyuck sounded more enthusiastic than he meant to, scowling to himself in result. but the smile that instantly grew on y/n's lips made him feel better.
before their recent interactions, donghyuck had never really seen y/n's smile. he always stayed quiet in classes and never really made a scene, something donghyuck couldn't say for himself. but donghyuck found that the more y/n smiled, the more he loved it. and whether he realized it or not, the deeper he fell.
"do you wanna go get a drink or something?" donghyuck asked as he gestured to the cafe's counter.
"i will in a little bit."
donghyuck nodded, at a loss for what to say next. he was afraid of seeming bland to y/n, especially since he wanted to get closer to him. with anyone else, donghyuck was outgoing and great at making conversation, but y/n seemed to just make his mind go blank.
"how was your day?" y/n spoke up instead.
donghyuck perked up. such a simple question, and yet it made his heart beat faster.
"it was alright. it just went by slowly."
"mine did too. i was nervous to meet here."
donghyuck looked at him with shining eyes. y/n's cheeks were the lightest shade of red, gaze averted as he got his textbook out from his bag.
"really? why?" donghyuck tried to sound as nonchalant as he could, but he wasn't sure if y/n could see through him or not.
"i just get anxious easily. especially with new people."
"ah.. well let me know if i can do anything to make you feel more comfortable."
y/n smiled again. "thanks, hyuck."
as y/n began to actually study, donghyuck couldn't tear his view away from the male. y/n was just so different from what he initially thought.
"hey, you know my friend jaemin, right?"
"oh, uh.. he's the one that sits beside you in first period right?"
"mhm!"
"then yes," y/n answered. "i mean, i don't know him, i just know who he is. why?"
"well i was thinking maybe you could come hang out with us this weekend. he wants to go to that new arcade that opened. i think a few of our other friends might come too. they'd like you."
y/n looked up from his book, now entranced by the endearing gaze from donghyuck.
"that sounds cool.. i don't think i've been to a real arcade before."
"what??"
y/n flinched again before laughing softly and nodding in confirmation.
"you have to come then, you have no choice," donghyuck announced proudly.
"alright, then. when are you guys going?"
"saturday."
"oh.." y/n's grin fell slowly, in turn making the other's heart drop. "i have plans with my friend on saturday actually. i'm sorry."
"oh, that's okay then." donghyuck looked at his drink, playing with the straw again. "which friend?"
"do you know mark?"
"ahh.. yeah, i've talked to him a couple times."
"he's pretty much the only friend i spend time with outside of school."
"so do you like, have anything more with him?"
y/n looked at him a little confused.
"what d'you mean?"
"like, more than friends." donghyuck's voice had grown softer the more he spoke. he felt embarrassed asking such questions, but his curiosity outweighed his embarrassment.
"oh. no, i don't really feel that way about him. i'm pretty sure he's straight anyways," y/n replied.
"ew."
"i know, right."
a soft exchange of laughter sounded at their table. y/n didn't even know donghyuck was into guys, but it was nice to know now.
"wait, why do you ask though," y/n quickly realized. donghyuck quieted down at this.
"..just curious about you."
y/n blinked. "curious?"
"yeah. i wanna be closer with you, if that's okay," the other responded happily. y/n looked back down at his book, hiding his stubborn smile.
"mhm, that's okay," he answered while nodding slowly. after bringing himself to look back up at donghyuck, he saw that the male was still gazing right back at him, refusing to budge.
y/n's heart jumped when donghyuck's eyes shifted down to his lips for just a second. he couldn't tell if he was seeing things or if donghyuck was really considering kissing him. it had to be the former.
"we should actually get to studying now.." y/n croaked out. he silently cursed at himself for the way his voice shuttered, and for the way it made donghyuck smile before nodding along.
"right," donghyuck agreed as he went back to his own textbook.
it was quiet between them for a couple minutes. y/n soon reached into his bag and pulled out the heavy fabric of donghyuck's coat.
"oh, also.. i brought your jacket back."
donghyuck's eyes widened a bit. if he was honest, he'd kind of hoped that y/n would keep it. maybe wear it outside, or even just in his bedroom when he wanted to feel some comfort. it made donghyuck's chest feel fuzzy to imagine y/n in his clothing.
"oh, right.." he began to take it, but decided to stop, "actually, that's okay. you can hold onto it."
"what?"
"in case you get rained on again. i have too many jackets anyways. might as well give one away."
y/n nodded, unsure of what to say. he tucked the coat into his arms and sat back in his seat. he was a little confused. donghyuck had no reason to be this nice to him, especially when he hated him so much before.
"why did you say hyuck instead of haechan?" y/n asked suddenly.
"huh?"
"you told me to call you hyuck earlier. as your nickname."
donghyuck twisted the pencil in his hand as he thought of a good answer.
"mm.. everyone calls me haechan."
"..so?"
"..so you're not everyone," donghyuck explained, quickly going back to his school work.
y/n felt heat rush through his body. did he hear that right? he was practically just staring at donghyuck now, as if waiting for him to correct himself or add something mean. but the male just sat, eyes going between his different books, occasionally writing something down or taking a drink of his coffee.
y/n smiled softly. he tightened his hold on the jacket still in his arms, took a deep breath, and finally returned to his own school work.
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meieis · 2 months
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Afraid of losing you, Lute x Reader
My note: I know, I already have a fiction series (I didn't know what to say...) but this was bothering me too much. Anyway, I'm working hard on Seraphim yn x lute, but for two days I could only write the introduction, finally, I started this and... It was good!
Synopsis: You are the right-hand, Lute's subordinate and new lieutenant, Lute became the commander of the exorcist angels after Adam's death. After the war in which she lost Adam, she is afraid that if heaven goes to war with Hell again, she think she lose you.
Warning(?): Swearing, nothing else.
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It was hard being lieutenant. Especially after losing the war with Hell, this was harder because Lute lost her arm and Adam as a bonus, Even so, she could still do the same, she did before, but that doesn't change the fact that you were appointed the new lieutenant just as Lute was the old lieutenant.
At first Lute seems cold, harsh and rude, and sometimes she even intimidates the winners. Ironically, your personality is no different from her, maybe you're a little more disrespectful? (to those other than Lute and kind to lute) Being Lute's right hand or her left hand, since she lost her left arm, she needs someone there for her left arm... probably..., ahem ahem. Anyway, it was difficult to be Lute's right hand or her employee, kind of a heavy workload.
Lute continued to train exorcist angels with one arm, a testament to her ability to do all the work with one hand. You, her subordinate and new lieutenant, were always by her side. You helped her with everything. Lute gave you the toughest job. From the outside, it might seem like Lute was just using her subordinate, the new lieutenant, you, but it was actually a show of trust on Lute's part, because Lute never trusted a other angel enough to give they a job or paperwork.
Lute had a rough day today. “Y/N go and buy me a coffee, quick” she sat down at her desk tiredly and rubbed her hand against her temple. She ordered sternly. "Okay sir. I'm buy it from your usually coffee shop and usually coffee, right?" Lute frowned at the question, "Yes! I didn't tell you the name of the coffee to buy, so hurry up and buy usually coffee!" She said angrily, and sighed angrily "Okay, Sir" you quickly left the office and went to get coffee, Lute sighed again and thought about her conversation with Sera
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"because of you!" Sera said sternly. Lute frowned but remained silent. “You have trampled the name of Heaven! You have been defeated by a few useless ones in Hell!” Lute said nothing again. Sera scolded her for a while, blaming her for the war that happened. Sera just... kind of mocked her, but Lute couldn't say anything. All she did was clench her fist as Sera scolded her.
Her thoughts were interrupted when you opened the door, "Sir?" You said as you walked in, as if asking if she was there. “here.” Lute said briefly and firmly and you walked in and handed her the coffee. “Sera, I had a meeting with him today or something” You looked at Lute “Did you have a meeting with him today?” This question caused Lute to shout angrily, "Of course not!" She sighed angrily and leaned back in her chair.
"Fuck... That fuking bitch, all she does is cause trouble for us. As if she wasn't the one who gave us those guns and ordered these exorcists thing" she said angrily and continued "She blamed me for not being able to protect Adam, where was she at the time? She was in a good mood! She didn't come to help, she didn't even care about the people who died!" Finally, she growled angrily and stopped talking and drink her coffee.
"Sir, it wasn't your fault..." Lute rolled her eyes "I know, everyone says the same." You looked at her at Lute's words "but it's real, sera is just looking for someone to blame. She would never blame herself" she preferred to drink the coffee and didn't say anything, finally she handed you the empty coffee cup.
"You're right." She handed you the empty coffee cup "Here. Take this, go outside and throw it in the trash" You gave her an exasperated look at Lute's expressive command as she were giving an order to a dog, but she ignored your look and continued to hand you the empty coffee cup.
You took the coffee cup to throw it away and went out and Lute was lost in thought when she was left alone, Sera was right... She could have saved him if she had noticed that one-eyed little Maid... Although it was too late now, probably if Adam were here right now... He mocked of her for being sad. Lute knows she shouldn't blame herself, but still... She can't help it. She feels her eyes starting to fill with tears, when you opened the door and her gaze turned to you “Y/N come here.” you obeyed the command and Lute instantly wrapped her arms around you, (if you were shorter than her) she slouched and buried her face in your chest because you were shorter than her, (if you were taller than her) you had to slouch because of her movement because Lute had her face buried in your chest, it seemed like she had no stop hug.
You don't remember how long you and Lute stayed like that, at least once, Lute's the emotion wore off you and Lute continued day normally. At first you thought you were crying for Adam, but in reality... Maybe if the order came to kill the sinners in hell again, she might lost you at that time. She can't cheat a second loss.
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On the way home she thought, if she loses you it will only get worse. That's why she will keep her distance from you, that is, she will treat you coldly. She made her decision. Her only hope is not to lose you and for you to be okay. Maybe she doesn't know why she got so attached or like to you, maybe she needed someone to stand by her after Adam's death? Despite everything, there's only one thing she knows and that's that she wants you to live.
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lunatic4toji · 8 months
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thinking about richboy!gojo.
his mom gives him all the money he wants to buy whatever you want. they both love you.
he sets up mall dates, and you go into whatever store you want and buy whatever you want. he has one catch: he picks out a dress for you to wear to one of the many charity event parties hosted by his mom’s work.
and this is satoru gojo we’re talking about. so no way in hell is this dress appropriate for a company charity event. the one he picked out for you the other day is absolutely stunning on you. it’s not at all like what anyone else is wearing, for multiple reasons.
it’s very short, but of course that’s why he picked it. the slit? almost too high for you to even wear underwear. the neckline? shows way too much cleavage. (“not enough” satoru says.) would he fuck you in this dress at the company party? no. never.
that’s what you think until you’re in the coat closet, back against the wall and legs wrapped around him as his cock pounds into you. “mmph- toru- slow down-“ you can barely speak without your moans taking over and screaming his name. “why, princess? it’ll only make this take longer.” “someone- fuck- someone’s gonna hear-“ satoru smiles. “you’re scared of that?” you nod, because you definitely do not want his mother’s rich coworkers to hear you getting the shit fucked out of you in the coat closet.
“awh. princess. don’t worry.” you definitely do worry. the drag of his cock against you is brutal, and both the first and last thing you want him to do is slow down. “feels good, baby. so good, always. fuck- squeezing me so hard..” he grips your hips as he pounds into you, the wall behind you making a thump noise with each hard thrust.
“we gotta- ngh- gotta hurry, princess.. everyone’s gonna wonder where we ran off to, yeah?” you nod, and he moves one of his hands down to your pussy, his long middle finger expertly circling your clit. “you look so- so fuckin’ pretty in this dress.. knew i picked the right one.” you moan in response, eliciting a moan from satoru himself. “god, i love seeing you like this.. my pretty fuckin’ girl.. all for me.” you nod rapidly. “‘m your girl, toru..”
at that, his pace quickens and so does his finger on your clit. you yelp and he takes his hand away to slam it onto your mouth. “shh, princess. those sounds are only for- shit- for me. not those old asses out that wouldn’t know what to do with you even if i told them myself.” you clench around him, and he moans almost as loud as you did. he keeps his hand over your mouth and drills into you, his cock throbbing inside you. you tap his wrist and he lets go of your mouth. “‘m so close, toru.. cum with me. please.”
your words send him almost straight over the edge, his hips stilling and stuttering. he seemed to be malfunctioning. “god damn, princess. you’re- you’re- fuck. can’t explain it. just- so good for me..” he places his finger back on your clit and rubs aggressively. you twitch and spasm all over his cock without warning. you cover your own mouth to stifle the pornographic noises coming out of you. satoru should probably be doing the same, but he lost all shame years ago. he pulls out just in time, cumming all over the outside of your glistening pussy. you both sit with your foreheads pressed together, coming down from your earth-shattering orgasms.
satoru helps you up, grabbing a handkerchief out of someone’s coat and wiping his cum off of you, then sticking it inside your panties for later. he gives you a few quick kisses before smoothing your hair down and sneaking you around to the bathroom to touch up your makeup. he uses your lip gloss, then kisses you to put some on you so you don’t have to do it yourself. what a gentleman.
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deathmetalunicorn1 · 3 months
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If you send noods and quickly unsend it saying its a wrong send as prank🤙 (Hades, Poseidon, Thor, Hermes, Apollo)
Lots of love for u❤️💕
-You couldn’t help but grin, wondering how your lover was going to react to this viral trend you’ve been seeing around, to see not only how he reacts but to see if he truly does love you.
-There was a brief moment of your conscious questioning if this was going to be a good idea or not, but you decided to ignore the little voice in your head.
-You had taken a handful of pictures, before trying to select the best option, laying on your couch, humming quietly under your breath.
-Finally, having the perfect one selected, you pressed the button, “And send~ now to wait just a moment or two then send the second message~”
-When he got the notification that you messaged him, he couldn’t help but smile softly, he loved it when you messaged him. He eyes went wide, and mouth went dry, seeing the beautiful picture of your naked body, a mischievous smile on your lips.
-When he received a message only moments later, ‘Sorry wrong person!’ he froze, reading over the message several times.
-Knew you were pranking him, as he had seen the same trend around, but he couldn’t help but smile, seeing you trying to get a rise out of him. He left you on read before rushing to your home. He peeked inside, seeing you pouting that he left you on read before he entered, “My-my it seems like someone is pouting for not getting what they want~” you squeaked, panicking that he was there before he quickly swan dived into your arms, pinning you to the couch, “I’ll give you want you want, as long as you promise to send me my photos like that~” the squeak of delight was all he needed before he attacked you.
            -Hermes and Apollo
-In the distance you felt a deep rumbling, the ground shaking and you looked up, “I wonder what’s causing that?” your lover had yet to respond, but he had seen both messages, so you held your phone, waiting for his response. It was when the rumbling got closer, like someone charging towards your home, that you got a little nervous before you let out a shriek as your front door burst open, showing your lover who looked furious, eyes glowing red that you were sending something scandalous to someone else. You panicked, showing him the prank, quickly telling him the truth that it was a prank, and you weren’t sending it to someone else. He quickly put you in your place, railing you to the bed until you were unable to walk. As you gasped for air he brushed your hair from your face, “Don’t try anything like that again. But I wouldn’t mind more photos.” You smiled softly up at him, knowing he had forgiven you before he went to go get you food.
            -Poseidon and Thor
-Knew that you were pranking him, and he was quick to lock the door of the room he was in, shedding his clothes before sending you several pictures of his own. You sent him lots of hearts, loving to see his response before he sent you the same, ‘Sorry- wrong person.’ You quickly sent him crying and pouting emojis which made him laugh loudly, seeing that you got the message before he sent, ‘On my way.’ which made you smile, knowing you were about to have some fun. By the time he made it to your home, he was nearly feral, as you had sent him more pictures of yourself, including some new ones of you touching yourself, begging him to hurry to you. You unknowingly unleashed a beast as well as a new kink for the both of you as he rushed into your home, tearing his own clothes off.
-Hades and Loki
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