#i didn't include it but the way they slide immediately into talking about how the revenge was GOOD
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French Kiss ~ Seungmin (O.de)
18+ minors dni
Pairing: Seungmin x Reader
Genre: smut, friends with benefits
Notes: 3.3k words. Includes making out, oral (f receiving), protected sex that turns into unprotected sex, fingering, sexual acts during a short facetime call, edging (f receiving), mentions of porn, talks about being safe with other people, reader just came back from sleeping with someone else and she talks about things they did. I think that's it!
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“I know it's late, but are you busy?” You ask through the phone. You look out of the window as you sit in the middle of the bus as the only passenger.
You hear Seungmin scoff softly. “No, I’m not busy. But I have a feeling I might be.”
“See you in 10 minutes?” You semi ask, rather stating it.
“On my way.” He replies with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
The moment you step out of the bus, you already see him standing by the bus stop.
“Ahw you're picking me up? How sweet of you.” You joke, walking up to him and heading to your apartment together.
“I wasn't gonna wait by your front door like a creep.” He says, stepping inside your small apartment and taking off his jacket. “You wanna rant first and fuck later, or rant while we get started already?”
You feel slightly embarrassed that he knew you had to rant about this date. And even more embarrassed that you need him so much, that you mutter out a quick ‘second option please.’
Seungmin chuckles and scoffs. “Tsk, you should have just called me right away.”
He starts to kiss your neck while he sneaks his hands to the small of your back. Still kissing, he guides you to your bedroom as you speak about the date.
“He’s an okay guy, but he's obsessed with FaceTiming me? Or just FaceTime in general, I think.” You start, softly panting as Seungmin kisses you quickly in between sentences.
He takes off his shirt and turns you around to unzip your skirt for you. He softly hums that he hears what you're saying.
You give him a kiss back and unzip his jeans, sliding your hand over his boxers. It seems you're not the only one who's in the mood tonight.
“How many times have you gone out with him?” Seungmin asks, guiding you onto your bed. He hovers over you and quickly unbuttons your blouse.
“Few times. But this was the first fuck though.” You answer, taking off your blouse entirely. You then take off your stockings and lay back down again. “He just.. didn't do it for me. And I’m sorry but the dates were kinda boring.”
“He kept talking about FaceTime?” Seungmin asks with an amusing smile. He hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties and drags them down.
He’s not wasting any time and presses his lips on your thigh, slowly kissing his way up to your pussy. He leaves a few licks, earning a very satisfied moan from you.
“Mhm.” You reply, your thoughts getting hazy as you focus on Seungmin's mouth on you. “Always that fucking FaceTime.”
Suddenly you get jolted out of your focus by your phone ringing. You reach for it on your nightstand and check your screen.
“Speak of the devil.” You say, showing a curious Seungmin that your previous date is trying to FaceTime you.
Seungmin’s eyes turn darker and he smiles. “You're not a rude girl, aren't you. Answer it.”
“If you behave.” You say to him, fully knowing he won't.
You prop yourself up against your pillow and throw your blanket over your semi-exposed chest. You click answer and immediately regret it, as Seungmin goes right back to eating you out.
“Hi, what's up?” You say to the man on the screen, biting the inside of your cheek when Seungmin licks down your folds.
“Hey, sugar plum. Just wanted to check if you got home safely.” The man says with a smile.
Seungmin hums softly against your pussy, sending vibrations through your whole body.
“Yeah, I’m home.” You manage to say. Holding your phone with one hand, the other sneaks to Seungmin’s hair. You tangle your fingers in it and gently tug on it. He chuckles, a little too loud.
“Is there someone with you?” The man asks, slightly confused by the muffled noise he heard.
“No.” You quickly answer, suppressing a moan as Seungmin teases your sensitive cunt with his tongue. “I’m watching… porn.”
You look at the screen and see the man smirk at you. Your cheeks are red and you definitely look like you're watching something naughty.
“Mh, you could have just said you wanted a round two, sugar plum.” He chuckles.
Seungmin looks up at you and you see him when you quickly look over your phone screen. He’s got a devious smile on his face and locks eyes with you as he inserts two fingers into your wet hole.
You shut your eyes and say; “gotta go, bye!”
Then ending the call and throwing your phone next to you on the bed as you open your eyes again to curse at Seungmin.
The position you're in allows you to watch his fingers go in and out of you and you know you can't hold it in for much longer.
He knows it too, and stops moving when his fingers are inside you.
“So. Sugar plum?” He states, slightly tilting his head in amusement.
“Are you really not gonna let me cum?” You dodge the remark.
“Nope.” He says, popping the ‘p’. He slowly removes his fingers and licks them off, not breaking any eye contact with you. “You gotta tell me about him, what you guys did. And maybe then you can cum.”
“For fucks sake, Seungmin.” You sigh, slightly frustrated. “I haven't had an orgasm since the last time we fucked. You can't do this to me.”
He raises an eyebrow and hovers over you, straddling your lap and toying with the straps of your bra. “You haven't had an orgasm in a month? Is no one fucking you well enough or what?”
His face is dangerously close to yours and you’re trying to keep yourself from kissing him.
“If you must know, this guy today was the only one I’ve fucked since you and I made this arrangement.” You confess. You're annoyed that you're telling him this, but part of you wants him to know.
Seungmin gives you a content smile and undoes your bra from the front; he’d known exactly which bra you were wearing the moment he laid eyes on your blouse.
He takes your face in between his hands and roughly kisses you.
“Did he play with you?” He asks, roaming his hands over your chest. “It seems like he really had no idea what you like, if you're still so sensitive right now.”
You moan as he brushes his thumbs over your nipples, as he presses his lips against your neck and sucks on the skin there.
“I just sucked him off and then we had sex.” You mumble, slightly embarrassed at how lame it sounds. “It was doggy style and he came really quickly, so I pretended to cum too.”
Seungmin sits up and brushes his lips against yours.
“You faked it?” He asks, pressing a quick kiss on your mouth. “Did you ever do that with me?”
“No.” You immediately answer, giving him a kiss back. You feel his clothed hard on against your crotch and you want to beg him to fuck you, to let you cum. But you know he’s not done with this yet. “I sure hope it never seems like it.”
“So he's allowed to give you a pet name while he can't even fuck you right, and I’m fucking you well and can't call you anything?” He asks, and you can't figure out if he's serious or not.
He covers your breasts with his large hands and massages them, plays with them, as he still kisses you.
“Do you want to?” You ask, backing away from his lips to look at him and gauge his reaction.
He gives you a small nod. “Makes this less… porn like.”
You chuckle and you see him smile as well. “Not the porn comment.”
“You started it.” He smirks, getting off your lap and heading to the other night stand. He knows your room by now and that you keep your condoms there.
“Did you two French kiss?” He then asks as he opens the wrapper.
“Pfft no.” You snort, getting yourself comfortable on your bed. “You know I only do that with people I like romantically, and I definitely don't like him like that. Which I need to tell him asap.”
Seungmin rolls on the condom and sighs extra dramatically. “Guess I’ll have to make up for his mistakes then.”
As soon as he gets back in bed with you, you can't help but wonder. “You don't want anything to get started?”
“Not to sound horny, but just making out and playing with you already made me really fucking hard.” Seungmin confesses, getting back on top of you. “And I’m not gonna cum before you like the other guy did.”
You scoff in amusement. “Aren't you sweet.”
“Anything for you, babe.” He says, then frowns for a second and then nods. “Yeah, ‘babe’ sounds best, I think. I was gonna say ‘baby’, but I really think ‘babe’ suits you better.”
“My god, you have so much energy tonight.” You reply with a laugh, as you wrap your legs around his waist.
“Better make good use of it.” He semi-jokes, giving you a kiss as he always does before pushing himself into you fully.
You simultaneously let out a satisfied moan and the both of you chuckle right away.
Seungmin leans in to kiss you some more as he slowly but steadily moves his hips against yours. He feels amazing, as he always does and your body doesn't have to get used to him at all.
You wrap your arms around his back and your legs around his hips so his body is as close to yours as possible while still kissing each other.
“I missed.. this.” Seungmin softly says in between kisses. He then lets his mouth travel to your neck and leaves a trail of soft kisses on your skin.
“Me too.” You reply quietly, you aren't sure if you want him to hear it or not.
Your hands travel to his hair, firmly tangling your fingers with it as he thrusts into you. Soft moans and pants can be heard in the bedroom, you're never shy to let yourself be heard by Seungmin.
A quick thought crosses your mind. You feel kind of bad you slept with another guy. You know there's nothing between you and Seungmin except for sex, but you still feel bad.
“I need you to-” you say, but Seungmin cuts you off with a smirk. “I know babe.”
He immediately puts his hand in between your bodies, his long fingers playing with your clit the same, familiar way.
It gets you very close very quickly. Seungmin knows it too by the way you shut your eyes, throw your head back and let out a whining moan.
Just before you cum, he stops every movement and chuckles at your confused expression.
“Seungmin...” you plead as he leaves you hanging for the second time tonight.
He pulls out entirely and leans in to kiss you. “I like it when you're so needy. He really didn't do much to you now, did he?”
“Could you please, please just fuck me and let me cum?” You ask, slightly frustrated at the games he’s been playing. He seems different tonight, but you can put your finger on it. “I really don't want to talk about this random guy with you.”
“Switch with me.” Seungmin then says, and the two of you switch positions.
You sit on top of him, his dick buried deep inside of you, and you rock your hips quite quickly. You're way too sensitive and desperately need to cum.
“I’ll never get tired of this view.” He says, eyeing you up and down. “You're absolutely gorgeous, you know that right?”
The sudden compliment takes you aback and you just give him a quick nod.
But you can't help but wonder why Seungmin is acting this way today. As you look at him, you notice that his eyes seem softer, his touch more careful and his fucking more… loving?
It does something to you, this more gentle side of him and you mentally curse at yourself. You promised yourself you wouldn't let your feelings get involved.
Seungmin’s hands roam over your hips and up to your breasts. You slightly lean into his touch, slowing down your pace. His hands feels nice on your bare skin, and you let out a soft ‘fuck’ as you realize what you're doing.
You're making love to him.
Thanking the universe that he has his eyes closed, you let yourself go and try to fuck the frustration away. He’s always been very good at feeling what you need, what your body needs. So he instinctively moved along with you.
The sight of your fuck buddy underneath you, turns you on so much. His eyes are shut closed, he’s biting his lower lip as he lets out the most beautiful moans, his messy hair looks so cute and the droplets of sweat on his tan skin make your heart skip a beat.
Yet again you press your lips on his, and it doesn't surprise you that it feels different this time. Seungmin’s hands are now on your hips again, holding you steady as he fucks into you.
You're close, yet again. But you don't cum, you try with all your might not to. You don't want this to end just yet.
“You okay?” Seungmin asks, as he obviously notices that you didn't cum while you probably should have.
You sit up again and nod. You trace his abs with your pointer finger. Stupid, beautiful abs. Your eyes meet his. Stupid, beautiful eyes.
“Can we switch again?” You ask a little shyly. When you see his eyebrows frowned, you chuckle. “I’m just getting a little tired in this position, that's all.”
Seungmin smiles, his nose scrunching up a little. “Of course we can.”
Your face feels hot when he’s on top of you again. His hand is back down your folds, he knows you love his fingers just as much as you love his cock.
Every touch you get from him now feels different, better. His lips on your shoulder, the soft nibbles he leaves there as he pumps his fingers in and out of you just the way you like it.
“We can just finish like this, if you want?” Seungmin mumbles by your ear, then leaves a wet kiss on your lips.
“No.” You speak against his mouth. “Want you to cum with me.”
Seungmin smiles and his fingers leave your cunt slowly. You whimper, as you miss his touch already. He wants to say something, but he stops himself before he does. He looks a bit hesitant.
“What is it?” You ask, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes. “You can talk to me.”
“I need to know one last thing about you-know-who.” He mumbles, and you know he's annoyed at himself that he started talking about him again.
You scoff but give him a reassuring smile. “And that is?”
Seungmin swallows, he’s so close to you that you can clearly see his Adam's apple move. He’s nervous.
“Were you safe with him?” He then asks, averting his eyes to the pillow next to you.
“Yeah, of course I was.” You ask, slightly taken aback by both the question and how shy he seems to be. “Why?”
Seungmin opens his mouth but closes it again quickly. He doesn't look at you and you feel him drawing circles on your stomach with his pointer and middle finger as a way to keep himself distracted.
You chuckle as you take his chin in your hand and make him look at you. “Seungmin, spit it out. Why do you want to know if I’ve been safe with him?”
He gives you a quick kiss and buries his face in the crook of your neck. He's definitely never been this affectionate before.
“Because I really want to cum inside you if you’ll let me.” He mumbles against your skin. The hand that's been drawing on your stomach now gently caresses your side. His thumb is slowly rubbing against the goosebumps that just came up from hearing what he said to you.
“I know we said we wouldn't do this, but I really want-” he then adds as he kind of gets off your body and lays next to you. He covers his eyes with his hands and nervously chuckles.
His head is facing yours and can't help but to cut him off. “You can.”
“As long as you’ve been safe with anyone else too.” You add with a slight hint of caution.
“Uh. Would you believe me if I said there hasn't been anyone else since you?” He asks, propping himself up on one arm and looking at you.
You never mind it when he looks at you, at your body. He always seems to appreciate what he sees and you're always thankful for that.
“Fuck off, that's not true.” You say, turning towards him and giving him a push against his chest.
He smiles and guides you back on your back again, then getting on top of you. He kisses you, passionately and long.
His tongue slides over your bottom lip and you allow him access into your mouth. For the first time ever.
You hadn't imagined ever French kissing your fuck buddy, as you both knew the reason. Then why did he try, and why did you let him?
His tongue cautiously plays with yours, never forcing anything. Just as when you fuck, your bodies know exactly what you need from each other. You shiver slightly when you taste him, knowing you’d get addicted to this.
“Believe me now?” Seungmin said, slightly cocky as he eventually backed off from the kiss.
You didn't care much about the rules anymore, you had to feel him. “Seungmin, baby. Please just fuck me?”
He chuckles at the pet name and quickly discards the condom before fully pushing into you.
The two of you let out a harmonious groan that makes the other get shy. But you both just don't care anymore.
You grab onto the back of Seungmin’s neck with one hand and press your lips on his. You kiss him hard and you need him so close to you, that you tongue him again.
He gets a little sloppy, both with kissing and fucking, but it turns you on even more.
“You feel so good in me.” You say, chasing his lips again after you speak the words. Your mouth feels bare without them against you.
Seungmin grips your ass to move you up a little so he can fuck you even deeper, and it knocks the air out of your lungs.
He stops kissing you and starts harshly marking your neck as he quickens his pace. He won't take long anymore and neither do you.
You start clenching around his cock, moaning his name without any restriction.
He pants next to your ear, his face buried into your pillow. “Taking me so well baby. Feels so, so fucking good.”
His praises take you to your high and you wrap your arms around his back as you finally cum. And it doesn't take long before he spills himself into your throbbing hole.
Seungmin rests his forehead against yours, trying to catch his breath.
You nuzzle your nose against his, then place the softest kiss on his flushed lips.
“So.. we French kissed twice.” He says, fixing your hair a bit. It's not doing much but you know he's trying to distract himself from something again.
You scoff amused. “You're literally still in me with your bare dick, and you focus on the French kissing?”
He gives you a playful shrug and gets out of you. He lays next to you on your bed, your sheets covering both of your lower bodies.
You turn towards him, a million things run through your head right now. But the only thing you want is him, here with you.
“Since we’re pretty much ignoring all our rules tonight anyway.” He says, facing you. His hand reaches out to caress your cheek. “Can I stay?”
#xdinary heroes x reader#xdinary heroes fanfic#xdinary heroes imagines#xdinary heroes smut#o.de x reader#o.de smut#seungmin x reader#seungmin smut
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izzy getting adopted by them is EVERYTHING to me. fuck you youre part of our found family now, whether you like it or not. we have claimed you.
bonus: the way jim defends him here. theyre So mad:
#i didn't include it but the way they slide immediately into talking about how the revenge was GOOD#its like theyre implying. izzy was a part of that good for them#idk idk. feeling my izzy hands should not have to change to be loved agenda in this chillis tonight#it is very clear here that izzy is still izzy. he hasn't fundamentally changed. hes still a dick. hes still himself.#but. his actions are reframed. hes looking out for the crew#hes a dick. but he protects us. hes a dick but he teaches us what we need to know. hes a dick but that doesn't mean we don't love him#screaming crying rolling on the floor#i need him to be loved so bad!!!! i need them to stick up for him!!!! i need izzy to be treated Right!!!!!!!#nyxtalks#ofmd#ofmd s2 spoilers#jim jimenez#izzy hands#israel hands
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Dating the Hazbin Hotel Residents 😈
Tags: GN!Reader, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mentioned Mature Topics (ie. Suicidal Thoughts, Alcohol Abuse, SA, etc), Spoilers For The Show, etc.
A/N: Ahhh yes, more brainriot for the pile 😌 I was more of a Helluva gal before the show aired, but now I gotta say these blorbos are a dear part of my heart! Hopefully y'all enjoy these as much as I did writing them!
Consider following my main blog @taruchinator for more solid content & feel free to leave a request here for future HCs~
Charlie 🌈
When the Happy Hotel first opened its doors and all of Hell started making a mockery of it, you were probably the only one who took it as a sign to try and improve from the low life that you were. It's not like you had anything else to live for, anyway.
As soon as you enter the building, you're immediately greeted by the bubbly Princess of Hell herself (along with a reluctant Angel Dust) who is more than happy to show you around and welcomes you with open arms.
You've never been shown this much kindness and sympathy for your situation before, so it naturally takes you aback and makes you wonder what the catch is. Turns out there's none and the Princess is probably the only sweet soul to live in this shithole.
As you grow closer, she asks you to drop the title and just call her Charlie. She also shares a bit about her situation and how her mother wanted to save sinners from the extermination each year, and now Charlie felt like it was her duty to continue this legacy until her dreams came true.
You can't help but feel touched over how much she cares, so you silently vow to yourself to help her in any way you can, just like she's done for you.
It doesn't take long before the two of you grow even closer and feelings begin to blossom, but you decide to ignore them since why would a Princess ever like someone like you?
But Charlie proves you wrong yet again, since one day she comes to you a blushing mess and confesses her own feelings, asking if you'd like to go out with her. You can't help but vocalize your shock since she could do so much better than a random sinner. She deserved better, too.
She looks at you with fondness in her eyes. “You've been by my side for so long and supported me every step of the way. Who wouldn't fall for someone like that?”
And thus, you are the luckiest person in Hell because you scored Charlotte Morningstar, and whoever says otherwise can get a knife to their throat.
She's the perfect definition of a sweet and patient girlfriend, never pushing you to do anything you aren't comfortable with (since you really aren't used to such adoration in a romantic relationship), but as soon as you give her the get-go, she'll be sure to shower you with as much affection as she can until the doubts in your mind disappear completely.
You aren't that far behind either. Albeit not as good as her, you do your best to be a comforting partner whenever she needs you. This is especially necessary after an extermination happens, which always leaves Charlie devastated and in need of a hug or words of encouragement because she doubts herself sometimes and wonders if the hotel is even working at all.
You remind her how it brought the two of you together, to which she smiles and agrees that at least something good has come out of it so far.
Vaggie 🎀
Both you and Vaggie used to work in the same legion under Adam with the rest of his exorcists. You knew of each other's existence, but didn't really talk much aside from whatever was needed in the midst of battle.
The day she spares a demon child's life, you're doing your rounds nearby and witness the whole exchange, including Lute coming over and ripping both an eye and Vaggie's wings for showing mercy. You don't know why, but it makes your blood boil.
“HEY! What are you doing?! It was just a kid, why not let it slide?”
And just like that, you become a target of Lute's rage as well, being ripped from your angelic status along with receiving a few nasty cuts, yet surprisingly not as bad as Vaggie herself.
Once the two of you are left to die, you immediately try to tend the girl's wounds with whatever you can. Vaggie can only stare in disbelief at what you'd done and questions why you even did so in the first place—now you were stuck just like she was.
“Guess I just don't like seeing injustice... Who knew Heaven could be so fuckin' shitty?”
You both laugh at the irony of it all, and that's when luck is finally on your side as Charlie finds you in the dirty alley and brings you back to the hotel to heal properly.
For the next three years you two stay at the Hazbin Hotel, helping Charlie in any way you can to try and make her dream a reality since deep down you hope that despite Heaven's corrupt system, there can be a small chance that souls can be redeemed. You hide the fact that you're ex-Anges though, since you don't wanna cause unnecessary drama.
During this time period, the two of you become better friends, having your own inside jokes regarding things you didn't particularly enjoy from your time as Angels, as well as learning more about one another.
You're the one to come to terms with your feelings first and decide to lay them on the table for Vaggie to see—she's always been a straight-to-the-point kind of gal, so if you're about to be rejected, might as well have it be done quick. But of course, she replies with her own declaration and desire to give a relationship a shot, which you're ecstatic about!
It's a bit hard at first since you never got to see much of romantic relationships in Heaven while training for murder every year, but you try and make it work. Both you and Vaggie work endlessly to try and make the other happy, and it only makes you fall for each other even more.
Also Charlie is your go-to wingwoman who will be there to give you the best advice to try and woo your girlfriend. She ships you two so hard.
Angel Dust 🕸
Working at a porn studio under an Overlord who owns your soul can be exhausting. You know this better than anyone since everyone who works under Valentino has contracts that won't let you get far with a leash. This is especially true with your friend Angel Dust.
You know about the things Valentino does to the spider demon—hell, everyone in the studio probably knows, but know better than to say anything about it. You're always there for Angel after particularly rough shoots, doing your best to comfort him in any way you can, though there isn't much you can do given you're in the same spot.
When he tells you he's moving to Princess Charlie's Hazbin Hotel, you're so happy for him! At least that will give him some distance from Valentino and his disgustingly filthy hands when he's not working.
This unsurprisingly doesn't bode well with the Overlord, causing him to throw fits of rage around the studio when Angel leaves for the day. You can't help but make a snarky comment that you definitely regret moments later.
“Can one blame him for wanting space from such an overbearing asshole?”
Without his favorite stress toy around, you end up paying the price for such comments. The kind of pain and suffering he puts you through is completely different from what you're used to. Is this the stuff he does to Angel? He leaves you naked, bruised and bloody in your room, and all you can do is muster what little strenght you have left to head for the Hazbin Hotel.
As soon as the door opens, you immediately tumble forward and start losing consciousness. The last thing you remember is Angel's horrified expression before it all fades to black.
Once you wake up and have been patched up, you explain what happened at the studio, and you could've sworn you saw fire in Angel's eyes as he holds on to you, fearing you might disappear at any moment. He begs you to stay in the hotel with him, and you agree without hesitation.
And so, your new routine of heading to work and then coming back to the hotel becomes blissful, not having to deal with that lunatic mothman more than necessary. You also get to spend time off with your best friend, which is always a plus.
Well, ‘best friend’ might not be the best way to describe it. You'd developed a crush on the spider demon even before this whole incident occurred, and now that you were spending more time with him, it only continued to grow.
With the line of work you two had, romantic relationships didn't seem to be a thing that crossed anybody's mind since why have a permanent partner when you could just go around fucking the hottest people in Hell? But you knew your feelings were far beyond from sexual, but didn't wanna ruin what you already had going for you.
One heartfelt drunken conversation after work however, makes you do a double take—Angel likes you back. And that both scares and excites you. But with both of you going over the pros and cons with each other, you decide to give it a chance.
You make sure to always have Angel's consent when it comes to physical intimacy—anything from holding his hand, to kissing to just cuddling. He jokes about not being a porcelain doll, but deep down you know he appreciates it.
You're also there for the rough nights, when he comes home wanting nothing more than to die again and let the earth swallow him whole. Words of reassurance are spoken and you can only hold him and let him cry as you vow to do anything in your power to stop this from happening again.
Husker 🍺
As one of the first guests of the hotel, like any wayward sinner, you find yourself in the bar more often than you'd like. Alcohol killed you in the first place, yet not even in the afterlife could you seem to pull yourself from its grasp.
It's a somewhat welcome surprise to find out that the bartender is going through a similar struggle. He still serves you drinks and lends and ear whenever he's not busy, but will occasionally drop the words of wisdom to watch your fill.
Eventually you two find yourselves doing this little back and forth and aid each other when you're in your dark places—Husk won't let you near the bottle if he sees you're about to knock yourself out, meanwhile you're there to look after him when he has one too many drinks and can't take care of himself.
Not to say he isn't a good drinking buddy—you've found out most of the gossip around the hotel thanks to this sneaky little cat demon and there's never a dull moment with him around.
You learn about his deal with Alastor during a particularly bad night, when Husk's had one too many and isn't thinking straight. You don't bring it up, but now have an eye open for whenever the Radio Demon drags your friend away.
Angel's the one who brings up your questionable relationship to the surface.
“So... you two like, fuckin' each other, or what?”
Your entire face goes red, and if it weren't for the dark fur you could swear you see Husk looking the same. He's quick to get rid of Angel's nosy ass, but now the seed has been planted in your brain—do you like Husk that way?
After careful consideration, you come to the conclusion that yes, you do. And it's honestly kinda terrifying considering how relationships don't usually work out in Hell, at least from what you've seen. Besides, even if you did try and confess, there was always the possibility of him not feeling the same and just being embarrassed by Angel's comment.
So in an attempt to make your feelings disappear, you stop frequenting the bar. Who knew the best way to stop drinking habits was trying to avoid spending time with your unrequited crush?
But of course, Husk isn't stupid. He sees the change in your behavior and let's it slide for a while, until he eventually corners you and asks what's wrong. You decide to get it all out of the way and tell him how you feel.
To the embarrassment of both of you, he holds your hand firmly between his and darts his eyes toward the corner of the room. “Next time you should ask before going off assuming things, ya got it?”
And so, your glass may have been empty that day, but your heart had never felt fuller.
Sir Pentious 🐍
You meet Sir Pentious when you sign into the hotel, and your immediate thought is just how can this snake man be so adorkable, it should be illegal.
As you greet the other residents and staff, you're quick to strike a conversation with him, which based on his body language he was not expecting. He starts telling you a bit about his weaponry and other contraptions, and you can't help but be fascinated by it.
You're a bit of a tinkerer yourself, albeit you've only dabbled in small scale projects—nothing compared to the massive canons and aircrafts that Pentious seems to be familiar with.
He acts like a kid opening gifts on Sinmas when he talks to you about his inventions, clearly never having anyone show interest before. Eventually he'll even ask for your input on certain smaller projects he wants to work on to help around the hotel, all to thank Charlie for being so kind to him and giving him a second chance. You're obviously eager to help!
You two start spending so much time together that the egg boys have started calling you ‘Boss #2’, much to Pentious' embarrassment and your amusement.
One afternoon once exercises are done for the day, the snake demon seems much more fidgety than usual as he invites you over to his room to continue working on his security system prototype. He's a blabbering mess once he has you sitting down and your heart just can't help but swell at each little syllable.
“Dearest (y/n)... you've, um, well... you are a huge inspiration for my work! A-And I wouldn't have been able to create any of this... without your help. You are kind, and smart and very talented.... and w-well, um I-”
You gotta silence the man with a kiss otherwise you two would be here all day. He's puddy in your hands and you can only giggle in return. “I really like you too, Pen.”
Everyone is either saying they called it or groaning in annoyance because fucking FINALLY, you two were just dancing around each other like idiots. The egg boys are just so happy to have someone else besides Pentious to be in their lives, and will do their best to look out for you just like with their own boss.
So yeah, prepare yourself for some sickeningly sweet gestures from this guy cause he will go above and beyond to get you what you need/want even if it kills him (again). And you can confidently say that you'd do the same in return.
Alastor 📻
After running in the same circles when you were alive, it's no surprise to you to end up in Hell, although you never would've suspected that you'd find yourself in the same place as him. It was honestly a huge relief not having to go through this all by yourself.
As Alastor exerted his dominance over Hell as the Radio Demon, you were powerful enough to be an Overlord yes, but rather liked keeping it on the down low instead of making a spectacle of yourself (Alastor was the one for theatrics anyway). Because of this, only select few knew of your true power and what you were capable of.
Instead, if there was one thing you were known for, it was being the only soul allowed to be close to the Radio Demon without the risk of death.
Yes, Alastor was a sadistic, cold-blooded and egotistical mastermind, but he wasn't a monster. You knew that better than anyone. Although the reactions he had to other demons treating you like a joke or calling you the ‘Radio Demon's Pet’ were not helping his case.
“ł₣ ɎØɄ V₳ⱠɄɆ ɎØɄⱤ ₴ØɄⱠ, ɎØɄ ₩łⱠⱠ ₩₳Ⱡ₭ ₳₩₳Ɏ Ɽł₲Ⱨ₮ ₦Ø₩ ฿Ɇ₣ØⱤɆ ł Ɽł₱ ł₮ ₳₱₳Ɽ₮ ฿ł₮ ฿Ɏ ฿ł₮...”
“Al, chill. You're gonna make them shit their pants.”
After his seven year absence, you immediately noticed something was wrong with him, and wouldn't stop pestering until he told you the truth—A deal he made and how his soul was now bound to someone much more powerful than he was.
You were obviously mortified and started looking into ways to try and find a loophole to this, but alas the Radio Demon would just give you his signature grin and tell you not to worry about it. It was his battle to face.
But of course you're quick to remind him that you've stuck together through thick and thin even in life, so there was no way you were letting him handle this by himself. You work as a team—always have and always will. You engulf him in a hug.
“We're gonna figure this out, Al. I promise...”
The grin remains, but his eyes widen slightly in surprise. He hesitantly returns the embrace, patting your back and wiping the tears you didn't even know you were shedding.
“There there~ To think such a sweet and innocent soul wound up in a gutter like this. I cannot say I complain as long as I have your delightful company beside me.”
And so when he says he has a plan that involves Princess Charlie Morningstar and her new Happy Hotel, you follow along. Whatever fate has in store for you two, you'll be ready.
Also Charlie is a sweetheart who could do no harm. Knowing Alastor, he'll probably do whatever he can here and there to help around for the cause. You also offer your services as an undercover Overlord, much to everyone's surprise when you reveal your status.
The Radio Demon may have a plan, but something tells you it won't involve bloody murder (unless extremely necessary or if someone really pissed him off).
Like you said—he's not a monster.
Lucifer 🍎
You and Lucifer were good friends at the beginning of Creation. While you were stuck with the tedious task of designing blueprints for the new ‘Human Project’ that headquarters had in store, Lucifer's Seraphim status allowed him to bring creations to life with the flick of a wrist, much to your delight and wonder.
His ideas and pitches for Earth were always so entertaining to listen to, and you would do your best to encourage him to show them to the higher ups to get them approved—His mind was just filled with joy and love and wonder that you'd never seen before.
Which was why it was always so disappointing whenever he'd come back and say that he was shut down and even mocked at. How could Heaven shut down such an imaginative mind in the creation of their biggest project yet?
To say you were devastated when you heard about his fall would be an understatement. You mourned the loss of your friend, knowing that he'd done nothing wrong and thinking it wasn't fair to him to receive such punishment just because he cared for the future of humanity.
Thousands of years later, you overhear the plan for Extermination of Hell kind. You didn't mean to walk by, yet here you were, under the direct eye of the Head Seraphims about to be downcast for something you had no control over—just like Lucifer.
“You're all self-entitled pricks! You think you can do whatever you want just because it doesn't follow what you define as good!”
You get a few good arguments before being cast downwards, leaving you in bad shape in a random alley with no wings and no means of escape. That is of course, until destiny seems to be on your side and Lucifer finds you, completely perplexed to see you here at all.
After getting treated, you tell him about the Extermination so he and Hell can prepare. The conversation of you getting cast down by Heaven gets glossed over, but he can feel the fury building up inside him. You were always doing things by the book—how could they do this to you?
Once the slaughter is over, Lucifer gets a meeting with Heaven and secures protection for both his daughter Charlie and you, to which they begrudgingly agree to keep him outta their hair. You can't help but feel touched by this gesture.
He's also quick to offer you a room to stay in, but you compromise by living in a seperate building from him and Charlie so you aren't a bother even though he says you aren't. In fact, ever since Lilith left, he's had to take care of his young daughter all by himself, so he's more than happy when you offer to help.
It doesn't take long for your feelings to start coming into the surface from all those years ago, and you gotta push them away because he's both married and has a child to look after! Besides, why would the King of Hell ever look in your direction?
Eventually though, he brings up the question with nothing but sweaty palms and a customized rubber ducky that says ‘I love you’ whenever you squeeze it. You blush furiously, but can't help but bring up your concerns, not wanting to replace Lilith in his heart. He looks into your eyes and says that he hasn't been as happy as he is now in the past thousand years.
Cue baby Charlie walking in on everything, and she just smiles and goes innocently. “Daddy! Is (y/n) staying home with us now?”
You two can only chuckle at the cuteness of it and you immediately go to hug her. You couldn't believe that you were blessed with such a wonderful family.
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Man I love your toxic Slytherin boys writings (I reread them as my bedtime stories every night since I found your account 🤭) but knowing my personality and temper, there's no way I would let their toxicity slide 😩🫸
Pls pls pls pretty pls will you write where we put them in their place and have them grovel and trail after us like a lost puppy? 🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️
Slytherin Boys – What they’ re like if you put them in their place
Warning: Toxic Slytherin boys 😌
A/N: Thank you so much! That is very sweet of you – hope you always have sweet dreams! 🤭 Honestly, same – I love a good temper! Hope you like what I have come up with! And sorry that some are a bit shorter than the rest! If you want a part two (for the groveling and trailing part) let me know! (I didn't include this here and I only noticed that it was part of the request now – so, sorry about that)
On another note: I've added Tom Riddle to the boys and will be doing so from now on! Comments are appreciated!
Mattheo …
… is shocked. He was used to always getting away with things, given the status he had attained through his family name – and his own actions. In his past relationships (or situationships) he had his girls practically kiss his feet and were ready to do everything for him and to him. But here you were, his first real relationship and apparently the boon and bane of his existence. You were getting ready for the party in your common room and had chosen a rather risky black skin-tight dress for that evening. Mattheo usually never cared about what his dates or girls wore – actually, he loved them to wear revealing clothes because he wanted to show off. But with you, he hated the idea of other people staring at you. He’d walked into your dorm room before the party – also something he had never done before – and immediately shook his head upon seeing your dress. “Absolutely not.”
You turned to look at him in confusion, closing the lip gloss you had just applied before putting it back into your make-up bag.
“You can’t wear that. The dress is way too short and – just no.” Mattheo glared as he looked you up and down. “I don’t want anyone to stare at you with like that. You’re mine –“
You scoffed loudly, fully erupting into a laugh as you stared at him with raised brows.
The frown on Mattheo’s face deepened as you walked up to him, placing your hand on his cheek as you slowly shook your head. It’s sweet you think you can tell me what to wear – because you can’t. You spoke smirking at him. And I’m not yours.So please get that silly idea out of your head. You can’t tell me what to do. You tapped his cheek slightly before walking towards your door, leaving Mattheo no time to react. The door closed behind you leaving him to brood in silence as he breathed through his nose, his hands clenched at his sides.
Well fuck.
Theodore …
… is kind of pissed but also kind of turned on. He can’t decide which feeling is stronger. You two have been fighting over you refusing to always tell him where you’re going and with whom. If he had asked nicely, you probably would have told him. But Theodore had been rude and controlling about it.
“You can’t just go wherever you want without telling me first. I need to know where you are and with whom you are.” The tall male demanded as he had you pressed against the door to your dorm room. He had waited for your arrival at the top of the stairs because he wanted to talk to you. You had ignored all his calls and messages, and he was livid with you – how dare you not answer him?
Upon seeing him you had rushed past him, with the hopes of closing the door to your room right in his face but he was quicker than you had expected.
You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time, obviously annoyed by his antics.
Fuck off. Get off my fucking dick, Nott.
Theo smirked, he loved when you got bratty. “No, but you can jump on mine.” He whispered against your ear as he opened the door to your room and pushed you inside.
Lorenzo …
… is speechless. Lorenzo Berkshire is known to have many girl friends falling for his prince-like appearance. He enjoys the attention and loves to feed his ego. It was something that you had to get used to when you agreed to be with him, but you eventually found your peace with it. You were sitting on Enzo’s bed with your phone in your hands, typing away and smiling at the screen.
Lorenzo noticed your smile and raised his brow as he watched your fingers move quickly. If not for the typing, he would have thought you were watching cute animal videos, but he was sure you were chatting with someone. He couldn’t help but ask, “Who are you texting?”
You didn’t answer at first, your fingers still moving until you finished your last message. As you clicked ‘send’ you lifted your head to look at your boyfriend. You told Enzo you were talking with your seat-neighbor about something funny that had happened in divination that day.
“Oh, is it Granger?” He added, growing slightly nervous because you left out the most important detail. Who was it, that made you smile like that at your screen? Lorenzo was known for being – well he tried to be – patient with you. He loved you after all. He had managed to be in almost every single class you had – except for divination. Ever since the beginning of the term he’d been thinking about it: Who were you sitting with? Were there many boys? Would you talk to any of them?
You finally answered him: Harry Potter. Enzo felt this weird warmth spread through his whole body as his heart started beating incredibly fast, his hands unconsciously balling up into fists to prevent them from trembling.
“You are friends with Potter?” He spat, putting special emphasis on the Chosen One’s name. Oh, how he hated that boy. You just nodded; your phone vibrated in your lap. Lorenzo ripped the phone out of your hand before you even managed to unlock the screen. “I don’t want you to talk to him. Block him.”
You just rolled your eyes at him and demanded him to give you your phone back.
“No.” He shook his head and stood up from the bed, already typing in your code he had managed to figure out from staring at your screen whenever you unlocked it.
“I don’t want you to have any male friends – am I not enough for you?” His voice raised a notch as he held you at arm’s length with his left hand while trying to open the messenger app with his right one. He clicked on the chat with ‘Harry’ and read through the messages, scoffing as he saw just how much you have been chatting with him. His face contorting in anger as he reread the messages from last night.
“You’re planning on going to Hogsmeade with him?!”
“Fuck, no.” He exclaimed loudly, rolling his eyes when you had finally managed to get your phone back before he could send whatever message he had typed in.
“You won’t go.” Lorenzo added with finality, glaring at you in hopes of intimidating you into submission.
He expected you to cry and get insecure, but he did not expect you to scoff at him, hands on your hips as you told him he couldn’t tell you what to do. You quickly grabbed your things and left the room not bothering to close the door after you. He could do that himself.
Lorenzo was too stunned to speak.
Draco …
… (almost) has a panic attack. Remember that scene in the bathroom in the sixth movie, where Harry finds him? Yeah – that kind of panic attack. You had just told him to leave you alone until he got his head out of his ass because he had threatened to break up with you if you didn’t break off your friendship with the golden trio. Draco would not have expected you to walk out on him – he usually always got what he wanted, and this turn of events completely threw him off. He gripped the front of his shirt as he gasped for air, the other hand combing through his hair as he paced through his room.
Rushing into the bathroom he splashed his face with cold water as nothing else seemed to help. When he finally lifted his head to look at his reflection in the mirror he had to accept the truth: He apparently needed you more than you needed him.
He would have to win you back. Even if he had to beg.
Blaise …
… would think you were joking when you told him you didn’t need him to protect you.
You were fuming as you pushed Blaise’s hands off, telling him that what he had done was completely wrong and uncalled for.
“Why are you mad? I just protected you, doll. I saw the way he looked at you.” Blaise tried to reason with you. He couldn’t just sit still when another boy tried getting closer to you. Over his dead body. But you didn’t seem to agree with him as you shook your head in disbelief. “I didn’t push him away for no reason, did I?” He sighed, growing impatient with you as told him that there had been no reason to hurt the other boy. “Babe, I did it for you, you know?” And that was the last straw for you as you yelled at him to leave you alone. You are suffocating me, Blaise. This is over – we are over!
Blaise knew then that he had overstepped your boundaries. Again. He should have run after you and begged for your forgiveness right away. But he also knew that you probably would need some time to cool down. You’d be back in his arms soon, he was sure of it.
Tom Riddle ...
... would let you have your moment. Tom had been bored nowadays and he was actually intrigued to know how far you'd go and what you'd do exactly.
Tom is known to be an intimidating and bossy persona – he is the born leader one could say. Seeing as he is the oldest son of the Dark Lord that came as no surprise to anyone. Everyone had high expectations of him so he projected all that pressure onto you: You had to be perfect. Not what you deemed as perfect but what he thought was perfection. At first you let him control you, blinded by love and the attraction you felt for him. But after months of dating, and his demands getting increasingly more suffocating you have had enough.
Your complaints and worries, however, were met by indifference. Tom did not care. "What do you expect me to say?" He spoke lowly as he looked up at you from where he was sat on his bed.
You just blinked at him dumbfoundedly not sure what outcome you had expected.
"You knew what you were getting into, when I asked you to be my girlfriend." Tom tilted his head as he leaned back on his arms. "Now, if you have anything else to add to this ... very productive conversation, please, go ahead. If not, get on your knees."
There it was again. The hurt and the humiliation. He only wanted one thing and nothing else. But this time, you wouldn't let yourself be manipulated. This time, you told him to go fuck himself before storming out of his room.
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comma after dearest (genshin impact)
wherein (character) reacts a certain way to a grammar mistake you made in your letter (or was it?)
includes: kazuha, ayato, thoma, xiao, zhongli, alhaitham, kaveh, scaramouche
tags: a bit unserious writing, fluff, i am obssessed with "it changed the meaning, did you intend this?" forgive me, not proofread
a/n: not sure if anyone's done this before, but take it as my apology for not having written in a while (╥﹏╥) my fever + colds are killing me & i have a lot of scheduled things to do for school aaaa. maybe i can write this with other fandoms as well ? (and character x character ships hehe) .. enjoy !
kazuha notices it immediately. aside from all the work with the fleet, he spends time reading—or rereading—your letters. written messages aren't uncommon when he's at sea, but this letter was different. had you made a mistake with your punctuation? no, it can't be, you've always opened your letters with "my dearest kazuha".
he blinked at the words, now seeing a comma between the word 'dearest' and his name. as much as he was confused, he was flustered. if this wasn't a mistake, and that you intentionally called him your dearest, then it's a shame you can't see how absolutely smitten he is for you right now.
ayato is busy going through papers and folders when he sees an envelope slide under his door. he chuckles as he reads his name in your writing, carefully picking it up and opening it. you have a habit of writing him letters and sliding it under his door while he works, which ayato finds very endearing.
when he reads "my dearest, ayato", his smile only widens more, finding new motivation to finish his assignments for the day so he can get to you as soon as possible. he knows how much effort you put into writing these short, yet loving, letters when he places this one on his (already full of other letters) pinboard.
thoma takes a while to realize, but when he finally notices it, his heart rate increases by a concerning amount. he loves you so much to the point that when he reads "my dearest, thoma", there's hearts in his eyes. thoma's so much happier after reading your letter, and now he's doing everything smiling.
ayaka told him he looks brighter than usual today, and ayato even asked him if he received good news. of course, he was shy about this, but he told the kamisato siblings it was nothing to worry about. though, he continues to do his work with a little bounce in step.
xiao denies it. he thinks he's read it wrong at first, but when he looks over at it again, it is confirmed that you did write him as your dearest. forgetting about the rest of the contents of the letter, xiao began to contemplate. an error like that was unlikely, especially since you're fond of writing.
the next time you meet, he has a hard time trying to bring up the topic. he knows you meant what you wrote, but he wants you to confirm it. when you tell him, "yes, i mean it." he tries to hold back a smile. keyword: tries.
zhongli adores the salutation. or rather, he adores you. he appreciates the sweet, small detail you added in. zhongli hurriedly, yet carefully, writes you a letter back, addressing you as "my dearest, (y/n)" and replying to the contents you had in yours.
he never really indulged in using endearments, but ever since your letter, he's only even been calling you his 'dearest'. when greeting you, when asking for your attention, when talking about you, whenever. zhongli's never said it outloud, but you know he absolutely loves that nickname now.
alhaitham is amused. he thinks you genuinely made a mistake in your letter, but doesn't address it until he returns to sumeru. when you see him again, he brings it up, expecting to be able to playfully taunt you about it. but he was so wrong.
"but you're my dearest. how is that wrong grammar?" you say, turning the situation around and teasing him instead. alhaitham wanted to tease you so much that he didn't bother to think of other possibilities. he's defeated, and all he can say is, "...i have no reply."
kaveh doesn't know how to react to it. should he be flustered, or correcting you for the mistake? was it even a mistake? he does write you a letter back, but best believe he immediately asks you about it as soon as he comes back home. "did you intend this?" he says, showing you your letter.
when you nod your head, all the shyness and blush that should've came in before came in now. kaveh uses the folded letter to cover his smile, but it's too wide and too bright to even try to. when you tease him about it, he strongly denies having his heart race from it.
scaramouche chooses to ignore it. he knows you wrote that punctuation on purpose, but he doesn't want show that he's thinking about it. this ultimately failed when he doesn't write you back, and you knew something was up with him. once he returns and he acts indifferent, you bring it up.
his eyes widen as he looks away, realizing he forgot to reply to that letter. scaramouche hesitates before quietly apologizing, mumbling something about 'my dearest' and 'running out of paper'.
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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟏 ♡︎ What do you mean we had homework?
masterlist ✎ roll call 1 ✎ roll call 2
"Took you long enough." You mused, not even bothering to look up at Yuji as he lets out an exasperated sigh, flopping into the chair across from you.
"That wasn't fair, I've never been here before, you should've been more specific." He almost whines, slumping over the table with a defeated frown.
"Mhm. Not my fault. You should've been around here months ago." You hum, before pushing the first few pages of your notes over to him, eyes still glued on the textbook you were highlighting. "Or you know, take your own notes for once."
Yuji happily slides the pages closer to him, yanking out his own notebook to start copying everything. It was clear by the goofy grin on his face that he was not processing any of the information he was writing out, simply just trying to get the information down so he can forget about it later.
"But then I won't have an excuse to see you!"
"Even if you didn't have an excuse, you'd find a way to bother me."
He smiles at that, and your lips curling up into a slight smile of your own was not lost on him. Not even 5 minutes go by before he sighs, leaning back in his chair, already over the notes. He barely copied anything down, and what he did copy looked so much like chicken scratch you'd be surprised if he could even understand it himself.
"I don't understand how you even know what you're reading about." He groans, head in his hands as he rubs his face with a tired sigh. "Nothing makes sense. If this wasn't required for my major I would've dropped this class immediately."
"It's not that hard to grasp, once you get used to the basics." You shrug, twirling your pen in between your fingers. "You just have to pay attention."
"Have you seen the professor? I don't think he's even paying attention. He sounds like he's already 6 feet under." Yuji scoffs, shaking his head with another heavy sigh. You could tell he was over this already.
"Professor Yoshinobu is like 76. Of course he's going to sound like that. He's still good at explaining the material-" You glance at Yuji and you can see him nearly zoning out, hardly listening. You frown, reaching forward to flick his forehead.
Yuji blinks out of his thoughts, and the moment you get his attention you snap lightly in his face.
"Look, see, it's not really that hard.." And you end up spending the remainder of what should have been your self study time, going over the material from last weeks class. You were so engrossed in trying to explain things in simpler terms, you didn't even notice that he genuinely started paying attention, leaning forward to nod his head.
The two of you end up filling up his notebook with the notes you took, as well as his own personal notes in an attempt to dumb things down so he could process them easier later. And before you know it, you're getting kicked out for staying past the rental hour you originally placed.
𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔!
︾ you've been bamboozled, no Sukuna this chapter >:) sorry about that, i wanted to include something like Yuji talking to Sukuna or smthn but !! i figured it'd be easier if sukuna was just not there and then gets randomly barged in on by y/n and yuji tmw 🧍♀️
︾ anyways is it messy?? weird?? ooc?? sorry i haven't written in forever >: i've also never done a smau before, please don't look too closely at the time stamps on the messages and tweets i was too lazy to accurately adjusting them;; sobbing
︾ ANYWAYS SUKUNA NEXT CHAPTER I PINKY PROMISE!!! Mostly him & y/n anyways with bits of Yuji.
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sex education
꣑୧ marius von hagen x fem! reader x vyn richter
summary; marius von hagen's private tutor, vyn richter, doesn't quite approve of how your boyfriend recklessly toys with your body. luckily, mr. vin has a master's degree in sex education and he's more than willing to share a thing or two for today's lesson.
warnings; nsfw, cuckolding (i guess?? marius is ur bf but vyn's doing most of the work)
a/n; i've had this in my drafts for probably like a year now?? 😭 i don't play tot anymore i apologize if i depicted any elements included in this imagine incorrectly!
(apologies for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language^^)
“no, that's not quite right, you're not supposed to pet it like that. don't tell me that's how you treat actual cats?”
vyn sighs, watching as marius toy with your clit, moving his thumb in quick and tight circles. groaning in frustration, he stops and pulls his hand away from your wet cunt.
“shut up, vyn. if you're so good at making girls cum, then prove it.” he hisses, completely ignoring your whines of displeasure when he diverted his attention away from you.
you silently huff as you watch them bicker on and on about how bad of a job marius is doing– or about how vyn is acting like he ‘enjoys having a stick up his ass’ when he ‘brags about how great he is at making girls cum on his ugly shoes.’
if it wasn't for the way your own juices dripped onto the sheets from your aching pussy, you'd already be laughing your heart out at your boyfriend's inappropriate remarks.
with a small smile adorning his lips, vyn takes off his glasses and makes his way towards the bed where you and marius laid on.
“if you'll have me.”
marius grumbles and moved to sit beside you– not without rolling his eyes, of course. taking a hold of your hand, he squeezes it tightly and pecks your forehead. the gesture made your heart flutter.
he was obviously jealous and didn't like the idea of having to share you. but he brushed off his own thoughts away, taking advantage of the opportunity to properly learn how to please you.
you didn't have a problem with the way marius made love to you, but it was endearing to see how willing he was to bring you into more pleasure.
smiling at your sweet exchange, vyn averts his gaze back onto you. he settles on the spot between your legs and starts to caress your thighs gently, gliding his hands up and down your sides before finally taking your clit between his thumb and pointer finger.
you could immediately tell the difference between the way the two men treated you. when it comes to sex, marius' always moves with a sense of urgency and desire. he absolutely adores you and your body, so when you two got in the mood, he'd always run his hands all over your body. relishing in the way your soft skin reacted to his touches, he focuses on giving you as much simulation as he can offer, just so he can have you begging him to stop while his fingers abuses your insides relentlessly.
meanwhile, vyn likes to take his time. he takes pride in being able to have his significant other writhing under him, pleading for him to go faster. he's like a snail, going at a frustratingly slow pace while leaving tracks of his saliva on their body. he knows what he's doing, of course. he takes pleasure in watching his partner bounce on his cock as they plead for release, he always stays still until he sees those pretty tears slide down their cheeks, before immediately gripping onto their hips and mercilessly thrusting up into them.
you didn't realize it at the time, but maybe you really did enjoy the change of pace. vyn's handwork was thorough but efficient, and before you knew it, you had your hips lifting off the bed as the sweet feeling of release finally buzzes through your whole body.
“see, that wasn't so hard was it?” vyn chuckled in amusement, though it wasn't clear if he was talking to you for finally cumming or to marius for finally making me cum.
marius huffs, rolling his eyes whilst brushing his fingers through your hair. “whatever, richter. lesson's over.”
vyn laughs at your boyfriend's angry tone, before promptly getting up to gather his belongings.
“i hope you've learned something, von hagen. i'll see you during our next lesson.” he said as he approaches us for the last time, giving your sensitive cunt a small pat before he leaves the room altogether– making marius even more upset at the way you responded to the gesture with a whimper.
silence overcomes the room for a brief moment, nothing but your laboured breathing filling the hot atmosphere of the painter's room. feeling exposed as the cold gust of wind from the air conditioner hits your inner thighs, you close your legs, quietly lifting your head up to marius to see how he's holding up.
“. . . fuck that guy. open your legs again, i can make you cum in whatever way i want.”
#vyn richter#marius von hagen#tears of themis#tears of themis x reader#tears of themis imagines#tears of themis smut
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My Personal Weatherman and the D/s element Ep 1
I've gotten several Asks requesting this review. I will say that as of watching the trailer, this is more a D/s relationship and an M/s one.
Let's check it out and decide for sure, though. I love the beginning. It says so much about the character. It was a warm day, and he dressed too warm, which is why he didn't understand the initial request.
Okay, so we know he watches the new aka weather news anyway. Every day and all the way through. Now is that because he wants to or is that a command?
Okay, I just fell in love with this character. "I don't like him. He just has the most appealing facial features out of all the faces in the world." Boy in love, but he not gonna say it. Is what that means. His friend is adorable. "I hate him. Including all those aspects." Home girl calls him out, though. "People who watch it six times are usually devoted fans." Yoh is not a slave. A slave would be way too terrified to say the things he is saying. Then add in the fact that he'd clearly broke a rule and wasn't breaking into a sweat about it. Says he is no slave.
They are D/s. Right off you can see there are rules. Yoh didn't notice him come in and cut off the phone. Which is why Segasaki just reached over and turned it off for him. Then reprimanded him for not noticing. That's when Yoh says, "Welcome back." Indicating this is a baseline command. I'm assuming he doesn't get back at the same time every day, or he would expect Yoh to be waiting at the door for him. One word command, "food." Again, Yoh is feeling secure in venting openly, and he feels comfortable with Segasaki's anger. That is not a slave. Segasaki so far does show Master tendencies. That's not a biggie because I can too and as most of you know, I'm not one.
The way he stutters and gets nervous when Segasaki cages him in, is completely normal. That's exactly how I would expect a submissive to act if I caged and got with direct intent. However, Yoh and Segasaki are not on the same wavelength, which is never a good thing. Segasaki is actually reprimanding Yoh, but Yoh isn't realizing it.
I have no baseline to go off of yet. So I don't know if him saying the food is bland is him reprimanding or his natural state of assholishness. I'm actually leaning into a mix. He's still upset about the girl and is wanting attention. This gives him a reason to make demands. See the way he touches and smiles, that's a reward.
Poor Yoh just doesn't understand and is completely missing his Dom's love languages. The drinking his drink. Completely normal. I 100% do this. As I tell my husband, I'm marking my territory. Just be glad I don't want to piss on you. To which he is eternally grateful. Please note that I am not kink shaming. If it doesn't harm anyone, I'm of a mind, you do you. However, it is not mine or my husband's kink. However, even if this kink is yours. I think even you can find amusement in mine and my husband's by play.
Yoh's internal monologue is hilarious.
I love how Japan's dramas make sex so visceral and realistic.
I'm so dead. Sunny has now become a lewd word. Yeah buddy boy, he doesn't understand because you aren't opening your mouth and telling him. To be fair, Segasaki is shit in the communication area too. Which is a no-go when living a D/s lifestyle. Also, humiliation is clearly not a kink for Yoh and that's something that Segasaki should really be respecting. "I hate my obedience, always giving in." That's something that a sub should never think. However, they will if you are a shit Dom.
Even I want to punch him over that curry comment. Okay, so there's the kink. Segasaki likes to see the anticipation from Yoh. That's why he is doing this. That little bit of talk back is, once again, not a slave. And why Segasaki immediately responded, he wasn't upset that Yoh talked back. So right now I can tell you on the sliding scale, Segasaki isn't a Master but a deep Dom with Master tendencies. I'm still trying to get a feel of Yoh, but I can say without a doubt that he is not a slave.
Oh, that was a brat move. He purposely did something he knew would piss off his Dom to get the reaction he wanted. Which was to be forcefully handled. That little moan he gave at the force. Boy likes some pain. That smile says that his Dom knows exactly what he is doing and is enjoying the game.
That command and demand for obedience. And Yoh does it. Not because he has to, but because at that moment he is dominated and he wants it. That's what makes him a subby sub. He's using the word slave, but there is too much give for that. Boy isn't willing to own up to his own feelings. Lawd, but these two are a mess. His Dom adores him. It's all right there, but Yoh can't see it. Because he thinks he is a slave. For whatever reason, he can't see all the freedom he is given.
The fact that he knocked and let him know that he'll be late. There is a lot of respect there. This is a right mess, it is. Honestly, it kind of giving me heart palpitations, and not the good kind. I have like this absolute need to contact all my subs to make sure everyone is healthy and happy. Ahhh!
I hope you guys enjoyed this. Much love. 💜💜💜
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hiii :) i really love your writing and was wondering if you do a hoshi smut for me? like him coming home after dance practice, all hot and frustrated. i imagine him laying next to me on the couch when things get intense and touchy. he fingers me while he gets hard and then things go from there... ;) i never stop thinking about this so it'd be cool if you could write it, but you dont have to! if youre not comfortable thats okay. take care
this feeling
pairing: ksy x fem reader
w.c: 1.4k
includes: soft dom!soonyoung, reader sends nudes, lingerie, fingering, dirty talk, slight degradation & praise
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there has never been a time where soonyoung has ever made it hurt while he touched you. despite taking control for all of those times, he made sure to put your pleasure above his, making you come first and multiple times before he did, making sure you felt comfortable, making you feel like the queen he treated you as. you felt that you gave back to him as much as he did you as well, with the times you've made him come in your your mouth, sliding down your throat, or spilling all over your lips or fingers or cunt, licking every single drop up, praises pouring from his lips all the while.
he never wanted to make you feel like he was using your body like a lifeless toy to get himself off. he never did, until tonight.
the amount of time you were together with soonyoung hadn't been too short nor too long now. he knew where you kept your spare key, he even had his own coffee mug and toothbrush in the bathroom for the mornings he was able to spend with you at your place rather than the dorms. he'd already texted you earlier saying he'd ask the manager to drop him off at your place tonight, because he didn't have any recordings nor practice until much later.
you'd only briefly okay'ed him in your reply, and a tail end of an idea began to form in your mind as you looked for something to wear for tonight. you would only be spending the evening at home, which all the more affirmed and planted the idea in your brain as you reached for the black silk box resting on one of the shelves in your closet.
it had only been a gag gift from your friends, and you hadn't been sure whether there would come an occasion where the lingerie set currently adorning your figure would ever see the light of day. they’d presented it to you a few months ago, near the start of your relationship with soonyoung, and you thought you’d save it for a special occasion. there’s no real reason for you to put it on today and spur him on tonight, but part of you got impatient and wanted to see how he’d react to it.
you kneel by your mirror, smooth skin against the black lace, running a finger over the straps and forms of the article of lingerie adorning your figure. maybe those scandalous magazines and website articles were right: this did boost your confidence by a shitton, and you’d be downright pissed if soonyoung didn’t do anything to retaliate.
you grab your phone, pulling the camera app up, angling in a way that covered part of your face, accentuated your cleavage even more than the push up bra already has, pressing your thighs together. you snap a couple of photos, tilting your head different ways, perching your delicate hands on different parts of what’s bare and uncovered by the lingerie, the places you know soonyoung likes to trace and hold under his hot palms.
heart and head pounding, you click on the send button, icy-hot sensation running through your veins even when nothing’s happened. soonyoung is most likely still at recording, during which he usually leaves his phone outside of the booth. a thrill zaps through you at the the thought of anyone else seeing the notification pop up, seeing the little thumbnail of your lewd photos.
to your surprise, his reply comes in within minutes.
soonyoung: what
soonyoung: what’s this for baby?
you bite your lip, typing in a response.
you: nothing, just letting u know i’m waiting for u
the typing icon pops up immediately.
soonyoung: fuck, angel
soonyoung: wait for me
soonyoung: i’m grtting in the car rn, can’t believe you
your eyebrows raise at his eagerness. you grab a robe, only loosely tying the front, hem draping to no further than the top of your thighs.
it had been tough to pretend you were all nonchalant, sipping on a sweet tea as you tried to focus on whatever you’d selected on netflix. your mind and heart ticked along the clock, counting down the seconds until soonyoung got home.
no past than eight, a knock resounds on your door. something tells you to feed into it, the way you know he wants it to. so you do.
you let the robe drape down your shoulder, brushing your hair over it as the door swings open. you bat your eyelashes at him, the picture of seduction baiting the man at your doorstep.
soonyoung kisses you in lieu of a greeting, hot and needy, hands wrapping around your waist, slipping atop the silk. he pushes you back into your home, kicking the door shut with his feet. your hands loop around his neck, breathing in his scent, the feeling of his lips against yours, his very being in the room right now.
you let soonyoung kick his shoes off and shrug his jacket and bag to the floor, seemingly not caring about anything else than tasting you. his hands drop to your thighs, muttering for you to jump, legs wrapping around his hips as he carries you to the sofa– too impatient to even get to your bedroom.
he places you underneath him, your head sinking into the cushions. the silk of the robe doesn’t hold up against the friction of his cotton shirt, loosening and untying on its own, revealing the expanse of your tummy, chest, and the entirety of your thighs as your legs settle by his sides. his knee knocks between your legs, separating them, denim jeans pressing against your clothed core, hot and damp to the touch.
a growl resounds, vibrating against your skin where his lips are pressed against your neck, purple marks blooming in his wake. “so good for me, aren’t you? waited until i got home like a good girl?”
you keen at the praise. he hums in return, thumb tangling at the waistband of your panties. he doesn’t pull them down, just travels his fingers further down, stuffed into your underwear, rubbing against your clit slow and good.
your heart pounds in your ears. “what got you this wet, angel?”
you breath out your answer. “y-you, soonyoung. i need, i, oh my god,” you essentially choke the words out when you feel him push two fingers in, the slick from your cunt easing his prodding.
everything around you turns into white noise, hearing your slick turn his fingers wet and slippery and your high moans and whimpers resound in the room. soonyoung unendingly pours filthy words into your ear, suckling and pressing wet kisses into the sweet spot right beneath where your jaw breaks.
“so tight as always, so good for me. gonna fuck you baby, wouldn’t you look so beautiful with my cum pouring out of your pussy? would you like me to fuck you?”
you can’t do anything else but desperately reach for him, hands gripping on his biceps, tugging on his sleeves. soonyoung reaches his free hand to your bra, tugging your breasts out from the top, pinching and grabbing everywhere he can.
“come for me first, baby. let me see you come before i even put my cock in you. need you to come, angel,” he’s muttering under his breath, almost manic, driven to the edges of pleasure and haze filling his mind at how utterly divine you look under him, hair splayed out around your face, mouth permanently in an “o” as you press your eyes shut.
he feels your walls convulse around his digits, clenching and unclenching, helping you ride your high out. he presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, right against the sensitive bundle of nerves – how long had you been waiting for him to make you feel good? – hips canting, erratic movement all just from his fingers.
it takes you a moment to come down, his weight so comfortable and warm on top of you that it leaves you in a stupor, addicted to the feeling of him pleasuring you. you finally notice the weight against your inner thigh. you travel a hand down to right in between the two of you, feeling his bulge grow, almost painfully pressing from inside of his jeans.
“you okay?” he searches for your eyes, hands holding himself up beside your shoulders. he presses a palm to your cheek, you unconsciously nuzzling against the warm touch.
“mmhmm,” you croak, throat spent from the near screaming he coaxed out of you, molten honey dripping from your lips.
“my turn,” he presses a kiss to your temple, “since you begged so nice and pretty for me.”
#seventeen#svt#seventeen scenarios#seventeen imagines#seventeen fic#seventeen smut#hoshi#kwon soonyoung#hoshi scenarios#hoshi imagines#hoshi smut#t:fic#f:spicy#mine#requested
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Desire/ 1
Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader, featuring Wooyoung
Word count- 6.9k
Includes- Voyeurism, Sub Seonghwa, handcuffs, dirty talk, cock massage, abs riding, reverse cowgirl, 69, blow job, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, featuring Wooyoung
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Seonghwa POV
I'm pissed off as I storm down the hall to Wooyoung's room
He's yelling so loudly and he needs to shut the fuck up
I'm trying to nap
I don't know what he's doing, playing a video game, watching a movie but he needs to cut the shouting out
Grabbing his doorknob, I shove the door open
"Wooyoung, shut the fu....", I trail off as I get a clear view of my best friend bouncing on Wooyoung's dick
I know she and Wooyoung fuck from time to time
It doesn't bother me
She's a grown ass woman, she can do what she wants
The only rule I have is that she can't go fuck him if she came to hang out with me
That's not cool
She agreed and today we weren't hanging out
I just didn't know she was here right now
My mouth drops as I watch her ass bounce, her cunt sliding up and down his cock, her hole spreading open so widely
It's fucking hot and I'm turned on, my cock getting hard
Wooyoung looks around her, stopping her movements
"We have a guest", he says and she immediately turns her head to me
"Hwa", she gapes, her whole face turning red
"I uh I...."
"What do you want?", Wooyoung asks, like I didn't just see him getting ridden
"I uh...you were loud...I came to tell you...uh... shut up", I babble, trying so hard to think and not stare at her cunt stuffed full with his dick
Wooyoung smirks at me, "Are you hard?"
"What?", she yells, looking down between my legs, her eyes widening
"He is", Wooyoung laughs
"Shut up", I growl, realizing I'm just standing here and I need to get the fuck out, "I....bye"
"Wait", Wooyoung calls, making me stop, glaring at him
"Wanna join?"
"What?", she and I both say
"C'mon baby", he tells her, "Don't you wanna have fun with Hwannie?"
I swallow hard
I mean I have thought about sex with her but it was never more than a passing thought
I have eyes, I know she's hot, gorgeous but that's all it ever was
I've never seen her in action like I have now and I have to say, I wouldn't mind her bouncing on my dick like that
"Mmm...yeah ok", she answers
"Wanna Hwa?", Wooyoung asks
I nod like a bobble head doll
"Close the door and come here so we can talk about what's going to happen"
My body moves on its own, closing the door, locking it and my feet move me to his bed
He's moved her off him, both of them sitting next to each other
"So if you wanna join, it's my way", he starts
I raise my eyebrow, "Your way?"
He smirks, nodding, "Yeah"
"What's your way?"
"I tell you two what to do. How to fuck each other", he says, "Kinda like a director"
Ok, I can deal with that
I don't think he'll do anything too crazy
Hopefully
"And you're gonna be tied up"
"What?", I gape
Tied up?
What the fuck is that shit?
"Tied up. Well more accurately, handcuffed to the bed. She's gonna play with your dick and you're gonna take it"
I'm not gonna lie, that sounds hot
Having her dominate me?
I'm down with that
"Are you and I...", I trail off
He shakes his head, "Nah. It's your and her first time, it's about you guys. She can suck me off since I've been in her cunt before. I may touch your dick to get you inside her but that's all"
I can handle that
"Do you agree?", he asks
Yes I do
I want her
I don't know where this want is coming from but I want her
"Yes", I answer
"Is that ok with you baby?", he asks her
"Yeah", she nods
"Alright", Wooyoung exclaims
He's really excited about this
"Take your shirt off", he orders, as he rummages in his nightstand
Pulling my shirt up, I hear her gasp
Getting the shirt off, I look at her, my eyes widening as she stares at my abs with lust
I never thought she'd ever look at me like that
"Lay down", Wooyoung demands, pointing to the middle of the bed
I get on the bed, laying down, Wooyoung hovering over me, propping pillows behind me so I'm not laying completely flat
"Put your arms up"
I raise my arms, feeling cool metal around my wrist
I hear the sound of the handcuff locking and I look up, watching him handcuff my hand high on his bed
He gets up, moving to the other side of the bed, handcuffing my other hand too
Why he has two pairs of handcuffs I don't know
And I don't want to know who or how he uses them
"Take his pants and boxers off babe", he directs her
She moves onto her knees and I get my first glimpse of her completely naked
Fucking stunning
Big boobs, small frame, tiny pussy and....does she have abs too?
My mouth drops at the faint lines on her stomach
When did she get those?
"What?", she asks, tilting her head
"If I'm following his gaze correctly, he's looking at your abs" Wooyoung says
Yes I am and I didn't know that seeing them on her would turn me on so fucking much
"Oh. Well his are better", she answers, her cheeks pink
"When did you...", I ask
"Uh, I uh work out with Wooyoung"
My head shoots in his direction, "What?"
He shrugs, "When I asked her to fuck one time she said she was going to the gym and we could fuck later. I asked her if I could come too. Since then we go together all the time"
I'm surprised and honestly a little hurt
She knows I go to the gym all the time, why hasn't she asked me to go with her?
I would gladly go with her
"Do her muscles turn you on?", he smirks
"Yes", I answer right away, watching the shock fall on her face
"Well if you like her abs then you're gonna love her thighs. She works them out all the time and she can ride dick for a long time. You're gonna be in for a big surprise", he chuckles
My eyes snap down to her thighs and I can see the small muscles there too
Fuck me, it's such a turn on
If she rides me, I know I'm gonna be watching her legs move
Fuck, I'm so horny, I'm straining against my sweatpants
"Take his pants and boxers off princess. The wait is killing him"
She nods, her hands grabbing my pants, fingers sliding between my boxers waistband
She tugs down my pants and boxers and I lift my ass so she can pull them all the way down
I can't believe my best friend is undressing me
I would of never thought this would be near the realm of possibility
But it fucking is
She gets everything off, throwing it next to the bed
I watch her eyes slowly move up to my stiff dick, her eyes widening
"Oh my god", she whispers
"Hwannie has a massive cock huh?", Wooyoung smirks
"Yy..yeah", she murmurs
I do have an abnormally big dick
More so thick than super long
I've never had any complaints but I wonder if I'm good enough for her
"See how hard you make him? He's already leaking"
Her eyes move to his, "Me?"
"Or course baby. It's not me he's attracted to. Right Hwa?"
I nod
It's definitely not him
"Tell her", he demands
"I...I'm hard because of you Jo", I find myself saying, looking over her sexy body again
"Wanna touch your best friend's cock?", he asks her and my heart beats faster when she nods, "Ask him"
"Hwannie, can I touch your cock?"
Oh my god, it's so fucking hot hearing her ask me that
"Yyy...yes", I nod like a bobble head doll
She leans over, her hand immediately shooting out, wrapping around my length
Her hand looks so small against my dick, so pretty
Her hand moves up and down, her eyes glued to my dick, watching as she jerks me off
Pleasure slowly creeps into me, my legs trembling slightly
"Feels good Hwa?", Wooyoung asks
"Yeah", I answer softly
As she strokes me, I switch my gaze between her watching my dick and her hand moving
As I lift my eyes to her, I catch her lick her lip as she watches my dick and it turns me on
"Saw that baby", Wooyoung smirks, "Wanna taste Hwa?"
She nods, her eyes on me now, "Can I Hwa?"
My brain is malfunctioning as I realize what she's saying but I manage to nod
I watch the unbelievable sight of her bending lower, her tongue out, licking my slit, my cum collected on her tongue
Her tongue goes back into her mouth as she swallows and she says softly, "Hwannie tastes so good"
My mind is blown, completely shut down
"Want more baby girl?" Wooyoung asks
"Yes"
Jesus Christ
"Ok but just licks. No sucking his cock right now ok?"
She pouts and I'm in complete shock that my best friend apparently wants to suck my dick
"Princess", Wooyoung warns
"Alright", she frowns
"Good girl"
She leans over, her tongue roaming my head, licking up my cum while she jerks me off faster
"Oh my god", I cry
"How does her tongue feel?", Wooyoung asks
"So good", I choke out
"And her hand?"
"Good! Fuck, feels good!", I cry, pleasure rolling over me
"She's good at everything", he tells me, "Princess knows what to do with cock. Knows how to ride it, fuck it, jerk it and suck it. I dunno where she learned it from but I'm glad she's a big cock whore"
Fucking hell
"Right baby?"
She nods, her tongue swirling so fucking blissfully around my head
Well he's right in one aspect
She knows how to use her tongue and hand
She licks a few more times before Wooyoung tells her to let go of me and back away
She does, a pout on her face
"Don't worry princess, you'll be having lots of fun soon", Wooyoung promises her
I hope it has to do with her and me because I'm dying to be inside her
I do know that I interrupted them and he may want to continue fucking her
I hope not
"Lay his cock on stomach princess"
Her hand wraps around my dick as she does as she's told
"Good girl. Now sit on it"
She climbs on top of me, her pussy against the underside of my cock
Fuck, she's wet, getting all over me
"Does he feel good?"
She nods, "Hard. So hard"
I really am
I don't know if I've been this horny before
"Massage his cock princess", Wooyiung smirks, "With your pussy"
Jesus Christ
She immediately begins to move, her hands leaning on my chest, sliding her wet cunt along my cock, pleasure surging in my body
"Oh fuck", I cry, looking down, watching her move on me
Goddamn, her swollen lips are around my cock, her hips pressing down hard, her clit slipping against the frenulum of my cock
And it feels so good
"Seonghwa", she whispers, my eyes snapping up to get face immediately, my brain blasting apart when I hear her
She's fucking calling my name
It sounds so fucking good in her voice
She looks so fucking pretty, her face in pleasure, breathing hard, her tongue poking out from the side of her mouth as her hips move faster
I look back down at her cunt, moaning when I see her cream all over me
There's so much and god, fuck she's got such a pretty creamy pussy
"Hwannie", she groans, her legs tightening around my abdomen, her nails digging into the skin on my chest, "Yes Hwannie, so good. Fuck, so fucking good"
She keeps her clit at that spot on my dick, rubbing right there and I can see how good it is for her
And me too
"Princess, don't cum on his dick"
"What?", we both say, glancing at Wooyoung
He ignores me and speaks to her
"Right before you cum, slide off his dick, ride his abs and cum on them"
Holy fucking shit
"And you", he says to me, "Flex for her so your muscles are hard for her to get off"
I nod
I can do that
"She's close. See the way her hips move at that speed? The way her head is thrown back? The way her back is arching? She's gonna cum any second"
I notice everything he says, commiting it into my memory
"Off princess", he demands, then to me, "Flex"
I tighten my muscles just as she slides off my dick, right onto my abs, her hips not stopping their movements
She wiggles her hips around, until her clit glides across one of my tight muscles
"Fuck", she groans, fucking right into that spot on my abs, her cream making a huge glistening mess all over me
God, it's so fucking pretty
"Talk to her Hwa. Tell her what you want"
I look up at her again, swallowing hard
I don't....I don't know if I can
When I talk during sex it comes naturally
No one is telling me to talk, telling me what to do
I don't want to make her cringe
"Do it Hwa. Maybe she needs your voice to cum"
Ok
Ok, I can do this
"Jo, baby", I start, "I want you to cum for me"
Wooyoung take, "Lame"
I ignore him, watching her, getting lost in her
"Feels good baby?", I ask, mesmerized by her riding my abs
"So good Hwannie"
"Mm yeah baby. Fuck, you're making such a pretty mess all over me", I moan, the wet sound of her cream sliding all over my skin so fucking pornographic, "Make a bigger mess baby. Cum on me"
"Shit, shit, shit", she whimpers, her legs shaking
"Yeah baby. Fuck, wanna see you cum so badly. Don't you want to?"
"Yes, god yes"
"Then do it baby. And after, maybe you can make a big mess and cum around my dick too"
"Yes Hwa! Fuck Seonghwa", she moans, her entire body shaking as she cums all over my abs
And holy fuck, she's fixing gorgeous
Completely stunning
She keeps calling my name, grinding on my muscles, her fingers squeezing my skin hard
She finishes, her body slumping a little, breathing hard, my abs a total mess of her cum and juice
Again the word pretty floods my mind but seriously her cum looks so good on me and it's blowing my mind that I'm thinking that
"Good girl", Wooyoung praises her, "Look at the mess you made"
She looks at my abs, then at him, smiling softly, instant awe hitting me as I realize how beautiful her smile is, as well as jealously because she's not smiling at me
"Do you want your best friend to sit on your cock?", Wooyoung smirks at me
I nod my head rapidly
I'm dying to be in her cunt
"Words Hwannie", he demands
"Yes, fuck, want her on my cock"
Wooyoung turns his head to her, "You heard him"
She's already looking at me with wide eyes, desire in them, biting her lip
And I just want her so fucking bad
"Ask her Hwa"
"Jo, please. Can you sit on my cock?", I immediately plead
I'm so goddamn hard, so horny, I don't care about begging, "Please, wanna be in your pussy"
"Wanna be on your best friend's cock, princess?", Wooyoung asks her
She nods her head, "Fuck yes"
Oh god yes
"Then go on", Wooyoung says
She moves, grabbing my cock but Wooyoung stops her from putting me in
Fucking Wooyoung
"Turn around baby. Let him watch your pussy fuck him"
I swallow hard as she turns around, her pretty ass cheeks right there, her fucking dripping hole exposed and waiting for me
Wooyoung gets on the bed next to her, spreading her swollen pussy lips wide
"Look how pretty", he smirks at me, "So wet. You're gonna feel how tight it is soon"
"Nnn...now"
"Eager to have your best friend's cunt wrapped around you huh?"
I nod
I so am
After what we just did, I want to feel her cum on my cock desperately
"Go ahead princess. Put your best friend's cock in your pussy"
She lowers on to me, my head sliding in easily
She pushes down slowly and I have an amazing view of her hole stretching wide as she takes me
As soon as she moves down, I'm immediately hit by how tight she is
So tight, her hole straining as she takes me
And so fucking wet, dripping down my length that's not inside her yet
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!", I yell, already in so much pleasure, "Tight, fuck tight"
I can't speak in sentences, only babble like an idiot
"Look how pretty she opens for you", Wooyoung says, sitting next to me again, "Damn she's flooding your cock. If you think the cream on your abs is a lot, wait until she creams your dick. It'll drive you crazy. Her cunt is so sloppy and loud"
God, I can't wait to hear it
She bottoms me out, taking my entire cock, her pussy squeezing my shaft so goddamn hard
"How does Hwa's cock feel inside you?", he asks her
"So big. Fuck, so fucking thick. Feel so full", she whimpers and I'm relieved I feel just as good for her as she is for me
"Go princess. Ride him"
I watch her cunt slide along my cock up to my head, her cream soaking my length so much it's glistening on my skin
I don't think my dick has even been this wet with pussy juice before
She drops her hips down, slamming my cock back into her, a cute little yelp coming from her
From that one move, she starts to bounce, hard and fast, her hole straining around my cock
So fucking pretty
"Her cunt looks really pretty wrapped around your dick", Wooyoung comments, like he's watching a TV show instead of basically porn, "Her swollen lips are fucking latched onto you like glue"
Yeah they are
"Her hole looks so good, swallowing your cock", he continues, "Like she can't get enough"
It's true
She's sliding so fast, the sound of her ass hitting my thighs a pretty rhythm going on and on
"Oh fuck", she moans, my head slamming into her cunt
She keeps me inside her, changing her movements to rocking on my cock
"Oh fuck", I groan, the pleasure so fucking good
Like unbelievably good
I feel her get wetter with every rock, her cunt tightening hard
"Seonghwa", she whimpers, her skin trembling
"She got her spot", Wooyoung tells me
"Www...what?", I groan, trying to focus on his words
"She found her spot with your dick", he repeats, "That's why she's grinding on your cock. She's using your head to rub her spot and get off"
Holy crap, I like that a lot
She can use my dick anytime she wants
"Feels so good", I moan, pulling against the handcuffs
I just want to fucking touch her
"Yeah, it does", he agrees, then tells her, "Princess, bounce on Hwa's dick. Fuck yourself open on him"
She listens to Wooyoung immediately, sliding up and down my shaft
My eyes widen at how much cream is all over me
Pretty white cream all along my cock, more and more covering me with each bounce
That sight is so fucking hot
"Look at your best friend fuck her hole open on your cock", Wooyoung whispers to me, my gaze not leaving her pussy, "Told you she'd cream you good"
I nod, whimpering at the sight of that much cream
It's fucking everywhere
I've never been in a pussy as creamy as hers
"Seonghwa, oh god"
"Listen to her moan for you", Wooyoung continues, "You hear her calling your name?"
I nod, indeed hearing it
I heard it from the very first time she whispered it
And fuck, I didn't know my name could sound so fucking good
"She wants you. Or your cock at least", he says, "She loves being stuffed full of cock"
To her he asks, "How's your best friend's cock?"
"So good", she moans, bouncing harder, "So hard. So big"
"Yeah princess. He's wearing your cunt so well isn't he?"
"Yes! Fuck yes!"
Her speed increases, her cunt clenching me with each bounce down
"His personal little cock sleeve?", he asks her
I whimper at his words, them turning me on more
"Yes!", she yells, "Yes! I'm his cock sleeve! I'll be his fuck toy"
My mouth drops hearing her
"Yeah? Gonna let him wear you again?", Wooyoung asks
"Yes! Yes"
"Well tell him that", Wooyoung urges
He really is a great hype man
"Hwa", she whines, "Want you to wear my pussy baby"
"Anytime?", Wooyoung asks for me
She nods. "Yes, fuck. Hwa can wear my pussy anytime. Wanna be his cock sleeve"
Jesus Christ
"Is that what you want Hwa?"
I nod my head so hard I feel like a bobble head, "Yes. Fuck baby yes, wanna fuck you over and over"
"Yes Hwannie", she whines, fucking my cock hard, the sound of her wet, creaming hole taking me in so erotic
"Sss...so tight", I moan
"Is she throbbing hard?", Wooyoung asks me
"Yes", I breathe out, just as she clenches down on me
"She's gonna cum", he informs me
Fuck, I didn't know I wanted her to cum on me this much until he said it
Now all I can think about is her coming all over my cock
"Gonna cum baby?", Wooyoung asks
"Sss...soon. Real soon"
"Alright princess. Make sure you take Hwa all the way in so he can feel you cum on his dick ok?"
"Yeah", she groans, her cunt driving my head right into her spot
"Tell her what you want", Wooyoung tells me
Before I can even think, I blurt, "Cum on me! Fuck baby, cum all over my cock! Please!"
She slams down, her pussy throbbing rapid fire, her body shaking as she orgasms
"Seonghwa! Oh god, Seonghwa!", she cries
"Oh fuck!", I yell, intense pleasure from her orgasm tidal waving over me , "Yes! Fuck, so good! So good!"
Her hips rock badly and forth, her spot rubbing on my head, her cunt squeezing the life from my cock
"Good girl", Wooyoung praises her, "Ride it out on your best friend's cock"
She does, the pleasure lasting a few seconds more, before she stops rocking
Jesus Christ, it felt so fucking unbelievably good
I'm so surprised
Normally, yeah a girl's orgasm feels good but hers...fuck
Safe to say I've never felt that much pleasure before
"Off his cock baby", Wooyoung orders after she finishes
She slowly lifts her legs, my cock falling out of her pussy
She leaks so much cream it's all over her legs
"You need to taste her", Wooyoung tells me, "She tastes so fucking good. After you make her cum in your mouth, I'll let her ride you until you cum in her sweet pussy"
I nod, liking that idea
"Back up baby. Hwa's gonna eat your cunt. And you can suck him off while he does"
Suck me off?
Fuck, I don't know if I can last that
"But-"
"Don't worry. She won't make you cum. Right princess? You won't make Hwa cum in your mouth will you? He wants to finish in your pussy"
"I won't make him cum", she whimpers, moving back until her cunt is over my face
God, it looks so good, dripping wet, I just want to dive right in
Wooyoung grabs her ass pushing her down to my mouth
"Eat"
I bury my tongue in her pussy, her taste washing over me
Oh my fucking god, so sweet
"Hwannie", she whines as I lick between her swollen lips over and over
Her pussy rubs against my mouth and I love every second of it
Her cunt is so soft, so fucking wet, her scent intoxicating, her taste delicious
I pull against the handcuffs hard, pain running up my arms
Fuck, I just want to grab her ass and bury my face deeper into her cunt but these stupid handcuffs are stopping me
"Push you're cunt down more baby. Hwa's desperately trying to eat your cunt baby", Wooyoung laughs, "I think he wants to be suffocated"
I do
I really do
Her pussy moves down more against my mouth and I desperately lick anywhere my tongue can touch
I get lost in her cunt, loving the feeling of her juice all over my face, dripping down my neck
I don't know what it is but I've never been into eating a girl out this much before
I feel her hand around my cock, stroking me up and down, pleasure filling my body slowly
Suddenly her hand is gone and my entire cock is engulfed in a tight wet space, sucking sensations filling my body, amping up the pleasure
I moan into her cunt as she sucks me off, briefly wondering how I'm not going to cum
I concentrate on just eating her out, sliding my tongue up her pussy, flicking her clit
She moans on my dick, the vibrations running up my spine, feeling so good
I run my tongue on her clit over and over, feeling the throbbing of it against my tongue and that sensation turns me on more
Pulling her clit into my mouth, I suck on her hard and fast, not being able to get enough
Her mouth moves along my cock, bobbing up and down, sucking desperately like she can't get enough either
Which, same
As I suckle on her clit, her tongue licks around my head, her hand around my base, jerking me off at the same time
My body is shaking in pleasure and I keep pulling against the handcuffs, desperately wanting to touch her
I want to feel her skin under my hands, want to grope her ass, her boobs
I want to squeeze her hips, keeping her cunt on my face
These cuffs are preventing that and it's driving me insane
"Aww baby, Hwa wants to touch you so badly", Wooyoung snickers, "Too bad he can't"
Fuck him
Seriously fuck him
"Maybe I'll take the cuffs off later", he continues, "But for now it's fun watching you struggle"
Ignoring him as best I can, I lick along her pretty slit, before sucking her clit back into my mouth
I feel her tongue sliding along my shaft as she moves up and down, her throat so fucking tight when she swallows on me
She's going too fast, taking me in her mouth over and over, bringing me right to the edge
Her body shakes above mine as she moans loudly around my dick, her pussy leaking her creamy cum as she orgasms
Shoving my tongue to her hole, I lick up her cream, moaning so loudly as her sweet taste hits me
How she tastes this good I don't know but fuck me, I'm glad I get to have her
Her fingers grip my thigh so hard as she moans in between sucks and I can't fucking hold it
"Fuck", I moan in her pussy, so much pleasure tidal waving over me as I cum down her throat
Her mouth sucks on me through my orgasm and I can feel her swallowing everything I'm giving her
It hits me that my best friend is eating my cum and from the sounds of her moans, she likes it
Mind blown
Suddenly her mouth is off my dick and I hear Wooyoung scolding her
"I told you not to make him cum", he snaps
"Sorry, I'm sorry", she whimpers, "I...I couldn't stop"
Wooyoung scoffs, "You like sucking his dick that much?"
"Yes", she confesses, "I do"
I'm just as shocked to hear that
"Huh", Wooyoung huffs, "How does he taste?"
"So fucking good", she answers immediately, "The....the..."
"The what?", Wooyoung asks
Yeah, the what what?
"The best I ever tasted", she says quietly
Holy shit
"The best?", Wooyoung repeats
"Yeah"
"You're the best I ever tasted too", I say, "So fucking sweet. I don't know how but you're so good"
"You want more?", Wooyoung questions
"Yes", I say instantly
I think I could probably spend all day eating her cunt
"Well that's good because you need something to do while she sucks your cock and makes you hard again"
"I don't know if-"
"Please Hwa. If anyone can get you hard right after you cum, it's her. She has a magical mouth and she knows how to use it"
Yeah I'm getting that
"So stick out your tongue. She's gonna ride it"
I nod eagerly, my tongue already out of my mouth
I have a particularly longer tongue and I can't wait to feel her pussy around it
"Go ahead baby. He's waiting", Wooyoung tells her, "And this time just get him hard. Don't make him cum"
"Ok", she says softly, her hand already wrapped around my cock, softly stroking me, a hum of pleasure spreading through me
Her hips lower to my mouth and I slip my tongue inside her as far as I can go
Her pussy immediately clenches around my tongue and I groan from the sparks of pleasure running straight to my cock
I really don't think I'll have a hard time getting hard again
Her tongue runs along my head, then down my cock and back up again, feeling so good
I feel her mouth wrap around my head, soft sucking sensations filling my body
At the same time, her hips move, sliding up my tongue then back down
As her hips move at a good pace, I wiggle my tongue every time she takes it in, feeling her pulsing increasing
I know she's creaming my tongue, I can taste it as it leaks into my mouth and I eagerly swallow over and over
This is the fucking best
I'm so fucking glad I walked in here to yell at Wooyoung
She keeps bouncing, getting tighter with each movement, drowning me in pussy juice
I feel her suck my cock once more then move off me
"He's hard", she whimpers and I'm shocked I got hard in such a small amount of time
She is really good
"Good. Fuck his tongue"
Her hips move faster, sliding up and down, clenching harder
And I keep still, letting her use my tongue how she wants
"Sss... Seonghwa", she moans, coming around my tongue, her delicious cream sliding right into my mouth
"Mmmm", I whimper, swallowing every last drop
I seriously don't know how any other girl is ever going to compare to her
She's just...perfect
She moves off my face, sitting next to me breathing hard
"Want her to ride you again?", Wooyoung asks
I nod rapidly, "Yes. Want her to face me"
God, I wanna see her body move again
"On his cock baby"
She climbs in my lap, finally facing me again
And I choke on air, seeing her fucking gorgeous body glistening in sweat on top of me
She holds my cock up, sitting right on me, bottoming me out swiftly in one more
She leans on my abs and doesn't wait, starting to ride me right away
The pleasure comes roaring back, more intense than before
I rake my eyes all over her body, landing on her thighs and watching the muscles flex as she bounces
I remember Wooyoung saying she works them out a lot and can ride dick for a long time
I can't tear my eyes away, it's fucking mesmerizing
"Fuck Hwa", she whimpers, "Such a good cock"
I suck in a breath hearing her
"Yea?", I ask softly, looking up at her, finding her already gazing at me
She nods, "So good for riding"
"Fuck", I murmur, listening to the soaking sounds of her pussy taking my cock inside her
"Gonna wanna play on your cock all the time"
Fuck, I'm so gonna want her on my dick again
It's so good, she feels perfect, I don't think this could be a one time thing
"You can play on my cock anytime jagi", I moan, the bliss running through every nerve in my body, "I'll let you on my cock anytime"
"Promise?", she cries, her head leaning back, her eyes closed, pleasure all over her face as she bounces
My god she's fucking stunning
How have I not noticed this before
"Hwannie", she whines, rocking back and forth on my dick, "Promise Hwannie?"
"I promise", I choke out, "Promise you'll let me wear your pretty pussy when I want?"
"I promise!", she cries, her body shaking hard as she cums all over my dick
"Fffff...fff..", I cry out, her throbs so hard around my cock, sending pleasure to every inch of my body
"Keep fucking him", Wooyoung directs
As soon as her orgasm is over, she sits up straighter, tosses her long hair over her shoulder and bounces harder than before
And I just take in the beautiful sight before me
Starting at where we meet, I watch her tiny pussy swallow my cock, her swollen lips petaling open, a creamy mess all over my dick and my lap
My eyes move up to her stomach, her tiny abs running with sweat as it drops down to her cunt
I lift my eyes to her big boobs jiggling hard with every bounce, sweat in-between the mesmerizing skin between them
Her chest heaving with rapid breaths
Finally I move up to her face, gaping in awe at the sigh of so much pleasure on her face
Her head tilted back, mouth slightly open as she breathes, her eyes closed, tears falling down her face, sweat filling her hair, my name falling softly from her lips
She's fucking ethereal, like a fucking angel
And I realize, that she's like this, in so much bliss because of me
Not Wooyoung, me
"Beautiful sight isn't it?", Wooyoung asks as he stands next to me
I nod, not tearing my eyes from her for a second
I want to watch every moment
I feel him unlock one handcuff, my hand falling to the bed
Without moving my gaze from her, I move my wrist around to crack it and get some blood flowing
"Play with her clit", he says, "And you'll really see something gorgeous"
Moving my hand to her cunt, I finally touch her, pressing into her clit and moving my fingers in a circle
"Fuck", she cries, her legs shaking hard around my body
She's so close
I can tell from the constant hard pulses and the way she's soaking my dick
She leans back, one of her hands on my leg, her bounces getting desperate, her sobs getting louder
I keep playing with her clit, loving the way it throbs under my fingers
Her body arches as she screams my name, her orgasm hitting her
Her cunt clamps down on my cock in a vice grip and I feel myself get soaked
Looking down, I gape at the sight of her cunt squirting around me
I've made girls squirt before but it hasn't been like this
None of them ever gushed out squirt like she is
It's all over my cock, my lap, my legs, dripping to the bed
Some of it even lands on my abs and I want nothing more than to be covered in it
She continues to scream my name over and over as her orgasm runs through her
Wooyoung was right
This is a fucking gorgeous sight
Her legs tremble as she finishes, leaning on me, her hands on my chest
She opens her eyes, her gaze blazing into mine, her hair wild around her face
"Make him cum in your pussy princess", Wooyoung tells her
Her eyes don't leave mine as she starts rocking and grinding on my cock
I can't break the eye contact as pleasure comes roaring back
As she moves, she purposely clenches, making her pussy tighter as she slides up and down my cock
"Fuck", I whisper, moving my hand to her ass, finally squeezing it
It's just as soft as it looks
The room is filled with the wet sound of her cunt taking my cock and nothing else
Her fingers dig into my chest, her hips circling as she fucks herself on me
God, it feels fucking amazing
I feel my cock throbbing so hard against her spasms, bringing me closer
"Cum Hwannie", she whispers, her eyes still on mine, "Want my best friend's cum in my pussy"
"You first", I whimper, her words washing over me
"Hwa-"
"Please", I choke out, "I need to feel you again. Fuck, please jagi"
I'm craving another of her orgasms and I want to feel it before I cum
This is never happening again and I want to feel everything before it ends
"Anything for you Hwannie", she says softly
I nod, "Yyy... you're close"
I know by now how she feels before she cums
She nods, "Yeah"
"Cum for me baby. Once more time", I ask
She slips down my length, taking me all in, coming all over me, whispering my name so softly
Ecstacy slams into me and I moan her name as I finally let go, shooting my cum inside her
"Hwa", she whimpers, her pussy milking my cock so blissfully
"Jo, fuck, baby", I moan, my orgasm the most intense it's ever been
I can feel everything, every squeeze of her cunt, every rock of her hips as she gets me through it and it's fucking amazing
When it's over, she collapses on me, breathing hard, her face in my neck, one of her arms around my neck as well, holding on
I wrap my free arm around her back, holding onto her and just trying to catch my breath
"That was some amazing porn", Wooyoung says gleefully
He comes to the bed, uncuffing my other hand
I just lay my arm next to me too tired to move right now
"Fun right?", Wooyoung asks
"Yeah", I agree
It was more than fun
It was amazing, intense, best sex I ever had
And my best friend gave it to me
I don't know what to do with that and right now I'm too tired to think
I need a nap
"I should go", I say, not wanting to let her go but not having the fortitude to figure out what that means
"Yeah sure", Wooyoung nods
He leans over me, calling her name softly
She doesn't move
"Jo", he calls, moving her hair back from her face, shaking her arm gently
He straightens and glances at me, "She's dead asleep"
"What?", I ask, lifting my head to see that she is indeed asleep
"She's asleep. And I'm not risking waking her up. Not after last time"
I know what he means
She is notorious for being hard to wake up and being massively cranky when she is woken up
She's fine if she wakes up by herself but if someone wakes her up, that person better run
But I can't stay here
It's not my bed and I'm not sure sleeping with her is a good idea
I don't know if she'll be annoyed when she wakes up and sees me instead of Wooyoung
"I'll just move her over", I say, starting to try to roll over
"No", Wooyoung says, "Stay. It's fine. I'm not sleepy. I need a shower anyway. And food. You're good for a few hours"
"I uh...I don't think it's a good idea", I answer
"What, taking a nap with her?"
I nod
"Why not?"
"Because she's my best friend. We don't do things like that. We don't cuddle"
He raises his eyebrow, "So you can fuck her, eat her out but not cuddle and sleep with her?"
I know it sounds weird but cuddling and sleeping is much more intimate that a one time fuck
And I don't know how she'd react
"I just can't-"
"Oh shut up Hwa and just hold her", he snaps, walking to the door, "Go to sleep too."
With that he opens the door, shuts the light as he closes the door behind him
I hesitate, not sure what to do
I am tired and I could fall asleep right away
And she's already asleep, for sure not moving
I guess I could stay
Maybe wake up before her and leave so there's no confrontation
I decide that's what I'll do
I shift, moving us over slightly so she's not completely on top of me
She whines softly, her arm tightening around my neck as her head moves back onto my shoulder, my arm still around her
She doesn't wake up at all
I turn to her slightly, keeping her leg over my body
I move my gaze down to her, noticing how fucking beautiful she is
I gently run my fingers in her hair, feeling the soft strands slip though, watching her sleep
Something in my chest stirs, my heart beating faster as I look at her
I don't know what it is and I can't think about it now
I'll worry about it when I wake up
Against what I said before, I cuddle into her, keeping her right against me, both my arms around her tightly
Closing my eyes, I wait to fall asleep
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Female reader! With Frankie Morales.
Prompt 25, 34, 49, 55, 60, 70. (Maybe not all just the ones you see fit)
So I was thinking reader is a very smart, resourceful woman who has been through a lot and because of that she’s also very cold and keeps to herself, but Frankie is completely in love with her (some angst maybe because we all love it🤭) and then she decides to just have a night with him (maybe a lil explicit😏) and he confesses but she rejects him because they’re going to get that money and doesn’t want feelings in between (break my heart completely please).
Hope you like it even though it may be too much 😅 congrats on the 3k again!!!
Hello, sweet angel! Thank you so much for sending in your request! I didn't include #34 ("Why are you so cold?") because , try as I might, I just didn't feel like it fit anywhere as I was writing it - I hope that's okay! Thank you again, my sweet, I hope you enjoy!
cold to the touch
frankie morales x f!reader
word count: just over 3.1k
warnings: angsty-angst, swearing, mentions of guns, heartbreak, SMUT 18+ ONLY: fingering, unprotected p in v, brief use of saliva as lube
It’s a knock on the door that brings you out of the haze that had filled your mind, eyes lost and almost in a trance as rain hits the window of the shitty motel room. Your gaze darts to your door, the cool steel of your handgun braced between tight fingers as you stand and peer through the peephole.
The familiar form of Francisco is blurred through the small lens, but your heart calms at the sight of him, and you open the door for him to step through without a word before returning to your previous seat on the bed, a small collection of your chosen weapons set out over the bedspread.
He gives a small smile as he enters, hat briefly coming off for his hand to run anxiously through his flattened hair. The door shuts softly behind him, and you watch him shift from your peripheral as you pluck at the guns and go about cleaning them.
He clearly has no interest in speaking first, so you do the honours and fix him with an expectant stare, sighing sharply through your nose.
“Can I help you, Catfish?”
It’s brief, but you catch the twitch of his expression at the name. You’d lost count of the amount of times he would merely murmur Frankie, wishing you would see him as something more than just a member of Santi’s team.
You weren’t as close with the others as he is. Your tie is Pope, after working with him on and off for the last few years and becoming fast friends. You had no bad blood with the other men, seeing them occasionally whenever visiting Santiago and getting along just fine. You’d taken a shine to the younger Miller sibling and his rambunctious ways, but you weren’t family to them.
Not in the way Francisco was.
“Just coming to see how you are,” he finally mutters, tongue running along his lips as he slides his hat back on. “Haven’t gotten the chance to talk a whole lot, what with everything going on and everyone being around.”
You’d seen him the most out of Santi’s group of brothers over time. There’d been an instant connection of sorts the day Pope had introduced you, the sparks that shot up your arm when you shook Francisco’s hand telling you there was definitely a fierce attraction.
He was handsome, smart, kind, fiercely loyal and protective—what wasn’t there to like? You’d kept it close, though, simply not interested in forming any sort of relationship with anyone, especially not Santi’s best friend.
Your private work took you all over the world, and it was often dangerous… it didn’t make sense to make roots anywhere, only to leave and potentially not return.
Picket fences just aren’t your thing.
You shrug, eyes falling back to cleaning cloth in your hand.
“‘m fine,” you reply shortly. “Heard you got a baby now—congrats.”
There’s very little sincerity in your tone, and you think he picks up on it immediately, though he doesn’t make a show of it so you’re not completely sure. You swifty reassemble the rifle with a few loud clicks in the starkly quiet room and stand to return it to its case.
Santi had mentioned the little bundle of joy around eight months ago, when the pregnancy was half way through, throwing in the long expected break up of Francisco and his girlfriend as if it would matter to you. They remained amicable, he had said, for the baby.
What do you care?
He gives a quiet thanks, the noticeable shuffle of his boots along the rough worn carpet catching your attention. You eye him over your shoulder, exhaling quietly and straightening after clipping the heavy duty case shut.
“Why are you here, Catfish?”
“Don’t call me that,” he insists quietly, shoulders bunching almost nervously as he digs his hands into the front pockets of his dark jeans. “I’ve told you—Frankie is fine.”
You turn and lean back on the small tattered table, crossing your arms tightly over your chest and looking blankly at him. What’s his play here? Surely he wasn’t here to just catch up?
You’re not stupid, you’ve known he’s had feelings for you for a while, but you’ve never acted on anything, ignoring Santi’s not so gentle pushing to pursue something with his friend.
It’s not for you.
Haven’t you made it clear enough by declining his drink invitations? Admitting freely you have no interest in relationships whenever the subject is brought up with the guys?
“I just wanted to talk.”
You’re already shaking your head before he finishes, pushing yourself off the table and striding up to him. Your head tilts, gaze darting along his features for a clue as to his agenda. He gives nothing away, the walls of defence clearly high behind his eyes.
“That’s not all you’re here for, Francisco.”
An emotion passes across his face, too quickly for you to catch, but you don’t miss the way his eyes fall almost automatically to your lips before returning to your eyes.
Ah.
He’s here for that.
A rejection is already building on your tongue, intent on turning him right around and seeing him out of your room so you can continue to prepare for tomorrow, but you can’t deny the small flames starting to build in your core at the mere thought of spending a night with him.
You’d always been curious about him. How could you not? He sure looked like someone who knew their way around, and your strong attraction to him didn’t help ease your curiosity at all. One night wouldn’t matter. It would just be sex, a release before the big day.
He takes a step closer, clearly emboldened by the way your own eyes look at his mouth in interest, and you try not to react to the warm, calloused hand that cups your cheek softly.
You wait, hanging for the immediate press of his lips, but nothing comes, and your heart starts to thud heavily in your chest. It feels like he’s looking right through you, eyes searching the depth of yours as he lingers mere inches away. You don’t like it. It feels like he can see all of you, and it’s not a feeling you enjoy.
His thumb brushes over the plush peaks of your lips, and they part automatically under the soft touch.
“Can I kiss you?”
A gentleman.
Your heart drums against your ribs, quickening with every second that passes. You hear your pulse in your ears, feel the way blood wildly rushes through your system.
Swallowing, your eyes harden and flicker up to meet his, your mind almost desperate to hide your unexpectedly strong reaction to his simple touch.
“Make it worth my while, Francisco.”
He consumes you.
His mouth is hot and searching, tongue immediately pushing through your parted lips and sliding along yours, dominating your mouth and leaving little room for you to fight for control. You knock the hat from his head as you curl your fingers in his short waves, tangling in the dark strands and tugging sharply.
It’s something he obviously likes, exhaling sharply into your mouth and grabbing desperately at your waist. His fingers tug at your comfy tee, ripping the soft cotton off your frame and palms sliding roughly up the bare skin of your back. Your chest presses into his rain soaked shirt, nipples hardening from the cold clinging to his clothing and the drag of the fabric.
You barely feel the dismantled guns digging into your back when he pushes you onto the bed, his fingers already working your shorts down your legs and forcing his way between them. His mouth doesn’t part from yours until his fingers search for your core, slipping up the inside of your thighs and running gently over your folds.
It’s hard not to shake at the touch, to break away from his mouth to catch your breath as they focus in on your clit, circling methodically over the swollen nerve and bringing your hips into a steady roll against his hand.
He continues his search of you, index finger probing at your entrance, gathering the building arousal sitting there before pushing in and curling softly within you, another finger quickly following.
“Shit,” you exhale shakily, feeling him push deeply into you and start to thrust them slowly, each time curving to reach your g-spot and quickly building an intense pressure in the pit of your stomach.
Definitely knows what he’s doing.
It’s intense, the stretch of his fingers working you open and leisurely bringing you closer to an unexpected edge with every focused press on the spot behind your clit. It’s never been like this for you, this easy, often saddled with men who either don’t believe in the clit or g-spot's existence or think a couple of rubs over your labia is enough to set you off.
His thumb pressing on your clit has you whining into the cool air of your room, the extra stimulation mixing with the bliss of his patient fingers working away in your cunt and you’re done. He doesn’t let up, intent to work you through your climax as it overcomes you, groaning into the skin of your throat when he feels your hot muscles flutter around him.
He drags his fingers from you and shamelessly slides them into his mouth, something wicked in his gaze as it locks with your own.
You get impatient. You reach for his fly, deftly releasing the button and shoving at the waistband of his jeans down until you can free his stiff cock, wrapping your fingers around the hardened flesh and giving it a teasing stroke. You shuffle back on the bed, desperately pulling at his hips until he falls into you, his cock pressing into the mess he’d previously made of you.
“Hey, what’s the rush?”
“Shut up and give it to me, Catfish—I don’t have all night.” You say it with a flirty curl of the lips and he gives a half grin in return, leaning up to rest on his knees as he tears at the buttons on his shirt.
It’s not long before he cages you against the mattress with his arms beside your head, sinking his hips lower for you to guide him towards your weeping entrance.
“Do you want me to wea—”
“Shh,” you hiss, working the head of his cock along your slit before lining him up and lifting your hips to coax him into your warmth, “I’m clean, I’ve got the rod… just—god, please—”
“Impatient,” he mutters against your mouth, his exhale blowing across your lips as he finishes what you started, sliding forward until he fills you completely with a low groan.
He gives an experimental thrust of his hips, the stiff feel of him rubbing against your walls and nudging almost painfully at your cervix.
It feels good, he feels good. So fucking good.
“Come on,” you groan, eyes fluttering and thighs opening impossibly wider in invitation.
He fucking delivers.
You’re sure he’ll feel the marks you scratch into his back for days to come, even weeks, as he starts to move in earnest, pulling away only to slam back into you and steal the breath right from your lungs, You cling to him, rock your hips to meet each and every thrust until your thighs start to shake.
He’s talking against your skin, voice low and hoarse as he rambles about how much he’s wanted this, how long he’s waited, how incredible you feel and how crazy you drive him.
It goes in one ear and out the other, your mind too caught up on the way he takes you apart, hammering so fucking hard into you you’re sure you’ll still feel him tomorrow.
It’s both not enough and too much.
You don’t hear the words that fall from your lips. You’re not aware of the noises he practically tears out of you. You don’t know if you’re pushing him away or pulling him closer, all you know is that the pressure he’s building within you just needs that little bit more, that extra little push to send you completely over.
He must know.
His hands lock around your thighs and hurl you closer, his own thighs coming to sit comfortably under yours as he continues to hammer into you.
You watch through hooded eyes as he swipes his thumb across his lips, gathering saliva on the rough pad of it before rubbing it firmly over your clit, circling, circling, until it’s right there, you’re right there—
“Fuck, Frankie!”
He follows you only a moments later, weak to the way you feel coming undone around his cock and screaming the name he’s been asking you to call him for years.
He falls into you, blessing you with the relief of his thumb coming away from your oversensitive nerve as he braces his hands back on the bed and continues to pump into you, milking his climax for all it’s worth and filling you with his hot cum.
You lay staring at the ceiling, body on a high as your heart threatens to burst through your chest. You tremble from him, thighs aching as they hang loosely beside his hips. He pulls away after taking a moment to catch his breath, carefully pulling himself away and dragging his softening cock from your tender cunt.
It takes a small while for you to roll onto your side and swing your legs over the edge of the bed, but when you do, you take a small steadying breath and will your heart to just calm the fuck down.
There’s a small space between you, his hand running through his hair to brush the stray, sweat soaked strands from where they cling to his forehead.
“I didn’t—” he starts, pausing to heave a deep breath, “I didn’t come here just for that.”
You stay quiet, keeping him in along the edges of your line of sight as you stare blankly at the motel door. You watch him shift, watch how he runs his palms anxiously up and down his thighs, taking comfort in the way the denim rubs along his skin.
He doesn’t seem in a rush to tuck his cock back into their tight confines, the soft skin glistening from the shitty warm lamp lighting the room.
“I’ve been wanting to… to tell you something.”
Swallowing, you run your tongue along your suddenly dry lips and nod slowly, “Okay.”
You know where this is going. You just fucking know. It was a mistake to let it get this far, you should’ve turned his ass around the second he stepped over the threshold.
A part of you still remains curious though, maybe a small, hidden part of you wants to know you’re not the only one stuck with a crush and not knowing what the fuck to do with it.
“I have feelings for you, have done for… fuck, ages,” he sighs, leaning forward to brace his elbows on his knees and running a tired hand over his face. “I should’ve said something earlier. I wanted to, but I just… couldn’t.”
“Oh.”
You can think of nothing else to say.
“I’ve never felt this way before,” he continues, his voice taking on a much quieter, almost nervous tone, “and I’m fucking terrified, to be honest.”
Silence follows his words and, quite frankly, it’s uncomfortable.
Seconds trickle into minutes, the minutes start to drag on, and the longer you stay quiet, the more unpleasant the air between you becomes. You shift, suddenly very aware of how cold the room is and realising that you’re still naked.
You reach for your discarded shirt and slip it on, standing from the bed and ignoring the way his cum feels pooling at your tender entrance and seeping down your thigh. You feel restless, almost tempted to start pacing the length of the room to work out some of the tension growing along your shoulders.
This had been a bad idea. Shit.
“Will you say something, please?” he finally asks, downtrodden eyes looking up at you with a shine of hope. “Do… do you feel the same?”
You stand still, fingers unconsciously plucking and twisting at the low hem of your shirt as you think.
Do you feel the same? You feel… something, but you’ve never bothered to put a label on it. You like the man, have done since the beginning, but it was nothing you wanted to act on. You have a life, a busy job—there was nothing you could give him. There was no room for him in your life.
“Look, I… I don’t have an answer for you,” you finally reply, swallowing the uncomfortable dryness building in the back of your throat as the pain starts to leak into his gaze. “I’m not interested in relationships, Francisco—I never have been. I’m not interested in that at all, not even with you.”
Too harsh? Maybe.
The words hang between you and the discomfort grows. His lips press into a firm line and he gives a slow nod, his eyes finally falling to the floor and tracing the questionable stains worked into the carpet. You feel like you can breathe again.
“You should go,” you mutter firmly after another beat of silence, “I’m sorry you wasted your time here.”
He clears his throat quietly and stands, turning his back towards you as he tucks himself back in his jeans and reaches for his shirt. You see the walls of defence have seemingly been built again, and a pang of guilt pulls at your gut for being the cause of it.
Maybe in another life you would’ve jumped at his words. A life where you had options, had the freedom to. A life where you felt as if something was missing, that it could maybe be filled with picket fences and bottles and someone to sleep next to every night.
But it wasn’t another life. It was this life, and it simply didn’t link up with his.
“It hurts more than I was expecting,” he mutters hoarsely, bending to swipe his hat from the floor before heaving a low sigh.
“What does?”
He looks at you from the side, hat pinched between his fingers, “Loving someone who doesn’t love you back.”
And then he’s gone, and you say nothing to stop him.
You watch the door shut softly, the click of the lock somehow deafening in your ears.
Warmth rests on your cheek, and when you raise your fingers to brush it away, you’re surprised to find tears smeared over your fingertips.
You watch as you rub it further over your skin, studying the way the liquid shines in the light and then you shake your head, wiping the other stray tears away before turning back towards your weapons and continuing on as if nothing had happened.
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Healing
When he wakes up in the butterfly estate still tired and hurt, Tanjirou wishes everything that happened in the Red light District was a very bad dream. However, as he sits on the bed and realizes his body is trying to recover, he remembers that none of that was a nightmare.
And that includes the people who died too.
"Tanjirou?" His distressed scent must've woken Zenitsu up. Both of his friends are resting in the same room.
"I'm fine, go back to sleep," the omega insists, but the blond only narrows his eyes in response.
"No, you're not fine! You're crying!"
Surprised, Tanjirou touches his cheeks only to realize they're wet with tears, he's not sure if he started crying since he woke up or not. He was so immersed in his own thoughts he didn't even feel them sliding down his face.
"Zenitsu, please..." It's too late, Aoi is already in the room, looking at the omega with concern.
"I'm fine!" He says again, but this time his hands start shaking and more tears escape from his eyes.
Aoi gets closer to him and makes sure the omega is physically alright, then she strokes his hair before taking a deep breath.
"What is it?"
"I'm not sure," Tanjirou mumbles sincerely, unable to stop the tears.
"That's it, I'm calling one of the hashira..."
"No, wait..."
He recognizes her scent and knows she's using it to calm him down; Tanjirou can smell the protectiveness coming from her in fiercely waves and his inner omega immediately feels better even though she's not his alpha.
Kanroji cups Tanjirou's face in her hands before giving him a kiss on the forehead.
"How are you feeling, sunshine?"
"Better, thank you," he mumbles, although the love hashira has to wipe off a couple of tears from his cheeks.
"Come, you need fresh air," before Tanjirou can say something, Kanroji takes him in her arms and carries him all the way to the backyard.
He had no idea she was that strong.
She puts him on the ground and wraps a blanket around him; he's about to tell her that's not really necessary but then the alpha sits next to him, pulls him closer before pressing her lips against his cheek.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Tomioka asks, appearing suddenly next to them.
"Our omega is not feeling well," she mumbles, nuzzling against Tanjirou's neck, prompting the omega to blush, he's so distracted he completely misses the words our omega. "Can you bring him something to eat? And perhaps a cup of tea?"
Tomioka nods, but Shinazugawa is already there with a tray full of ohagi to Tanjirou's surprise.
He wants to tell them that he doesn't want to bother them, but the truth is that he's actually quite hungry. The omega takes one and bites it as Kanroji keeps running her fingers through his hair.
It feels good.
Rengoku arrives with a cup of tea, prompting Tomioka to roll his eyes at him.
"I was going to do that."
"Be quicker next time."
It looks like the water hashira wants to say something else to Rengoku, but he's interrupted by Iguro jumping down from his tree.
As Kanroji puts a hand on his forehead, Kaburamaru starts talking to the omega; he gets so immersed in the conversation he doesn't notice when Kocho joins them.
"Mitsuri, help me remove the blanket so I can check on his wounds again," the insect hashira mumbles, getting closer to him.
"I'm fine," he assures them, even though he knows Kocho is not going to stop until she makes sure he's completely fine.
"Please, Tanjirou," Kanroji says quietly, stroking his cheek kindly.
The boy nods as Uzui, Tokito and Himejima walk in the backyard; Tanjirou feels so much better as soon as he smells all the Pillars' protective scents gathered around him.
As the sound hashira starts talking about his wives, Tanjirou's nose senses happiness coming from them; they seem to like spending time with him.
Kanroji leans closer to him, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek that makes Tanjirou completely forget about his concerns for a moment.
"Thanks for being here with me," the omega mumbles honestly, but feeling shy suddenly. His heart is beating in a funny way as he feels a couple of eyes on him.
"It's our pleasure," Kanroji assures him and even though she's the one that says the words, he knows everyone is thinking the same. "We'll do anything for our omega."
This time, Tanjirou actually listens to what she's saying and turns completely red in seconds, he looks back at the others only to realize they're serious about it.
"Of course, only if you want to be our omega, my boy..."
Leaning to put his head on Kanroji's shoulder and feeling her kind fingers running through his hair, Tanjirou lets a couple of tears fall from his eyes.
They're happy tears he assures them; he's never felt like this before.
"I would love to."
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Lab Assistant - Sigma
Pairing - Sigma x reader
Warnings - none!
Word Count - 1,491
Notes - this hot scientist man is SO FINE, okay?!??! I SAID IT! This is actually really wholesome and I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you all enjoy!! Please stay hydrated and have a fantastic day!!! and @thatoneartistinthecorner this one is for you <3
Occasionally, you would remember what it was like to work for Dr. De Kuiper. He was an intelligent man who always had his priorities straight. He was also funny, so he was really easy to work with. But ever since the... incident, you just... stopped talking. He was taken to the asylum and no matter how many times you tried to visit, either the doctors, or De Kuiper himself would deny you.
You were alone for years. Research never felt the same so you quit and found new jobs. The world felt quiet without his silly jokes and his random piano playing way too early in the morning. You missed him and you really wanted him back.
And then, by complete coincidence, you met a woman. She was tall, very tall and one of her arms was a dark shade of purple with long claws like an animal. She went by Moira and she worked with a powerful group. This group was called Talon and you were asked to join it.
"You're great at what you do," she had told you, flipping through your old research notebooks and binders. "And I want you to join."
You had not a clue how she had made her way into Dr. De Kuiper's old office, but to be honest, you shouldn't have been there either. You just wanted to see how run down it was... that was all.
You didn't deny. You honestly didn't have a choice. You had no job and were living off of the little money you had left, trying to find something that would fit you, but nothing did. But when Moira told you what potential you had and what you could be doing, who were you to deny?
Stepping foot into the Talon headquarters was like a bad dream. It was dark and cold and the only noises were coming from leaks in the ceiling or from Moira's office. Everyone gave you death glares as you walked in and your eyes immediately locked onto a man with a skull mask, his breathing sounded weak. You quickly turned away, not knowing what his expression was saying under that mask and continued to follow Moira.
"What will I be doing here?" You asked, shivering knowing that the gaze of the other members were burning into the back of your neck.
"You will be my assistant," she said, unlocking a large door with a big klunk. "I saw the work you did for Dr. De Kuiper and needless to say, I'm impressed. Follow me."
She led you into a large, freezing cold room, and you swore you could see your breath. "Why is it so cold?" You shivered, looking at all of the oddities on the counter tops including a large centipede in what looked like a pet's cage.
"For the experiments, of course." She threw open a closet at the end of the room and pulled a lab coat over her shoulders, handing you one as well. "Ready to start working?"
You nodded and pulled the coat on quickly. It wasn't as thick as a coat, but it would do enough to keep you warm for a little while. "What are we working on today, doctor?" You quickly pulled out a notebook and a few pens and looked around the room.
"A friend," she said with a faint smile on her lips.
You tilted your head, confused and she excused herself. You didn't know what to make of this new job, but honestly, who were you to judge?
Moments later, Moira walked back into the room, empty handed.
"Where's the-"
"He's getting prepped," Moira interrupted, knowing what you were going to say. "Sigma should be in here eventually."
"Sigma." You echoed. Talon did have some strange names for their crew.
"Sorry about that, doctor," a voice said, the door sliding open. "I didn't mean for that to take so long! I've just had this song stuck in my head all morning and I've been trying to recall the melody!"
You froze, dropping your binder. Was this real?
The man who walked in looked at you with shock painted on his face. "y-y/n?"
"Dr. De Kupier?! I thought.... I thought you were in the asylum! What are you doing here?!"
"I should ask you the same! You're supposed to be taking care of my lab, aren't you?" His tone sounded serious and you got quiet.
"M-My apologies, doctor, I just-"
"I'm just playing with you!" Siebren laughed, wrapping his arm around you. "God, is it good to see you."
You couldn't help yourself and you completely encased him in your arms for a hug. "Doctor, it's been too long."
"Please," he said, rubbing your lower back. "Call me Seibren, okay?"
You looked at him with teary eyes, lightly tracing your fingers over the scar on his face. "Alright. Just... what are you doing here? Why aren't you back at the lab?"
"My place is better here," Siebren said, pointing to the room. "I have potential with my new abilities and I've been told that I can hone that potential here."
You smiled slightly. You weren't sure if he was right. This place made you feel... uncomfortable and cold. You didn't want to picture Siebren here for the rest of his life. "Siebren... I just don't know if-"
"Shall we get to testing then?" Moira gave you a glare that could break diamonds. It wasn't your place to tell Siebren what was best, so you were to keep your mouth shut.
"I would love to," Siebren pitched in. "But, I would really love to catch up with y/n here!" He smiled at you, placing a kiss onto your knuckles.
"Fine," Moira said, putting down a syringe, looking very upset. "You may 'catch up' but I want you back in no less than 20 minutes, do you understand?"
Siebren beamed and grabbed your hand, rushing out of the room. "Thank goodness we got out of that one for a little while, y/n. I'm very tired."
"Is Moira treating you well?" You blurt out. He looked exhausted and much thinner than you remember.
"She's alright, but this isn't about her, right now, this is about us!" He sat you both down right as the sun was setting.
You frowned and grabbed his hand. "Siebren, you mean a lot to me. I don't want to see you hurting."
"Oh, I'm fine, y/n, don't get all hung up on me, now."
You couldn't help it. You must've really missed him.
"How are the new abilities treating you?" You quickly changed the subject.
"They're great!! Though I can't get this damned song out of my head." He looked at nothing, his mind leaving for a little while before his attention turned to you.
"What about you? How's life been treating you, y/n?"
"It's been alright..." you admitted, twiddling your thumbs while watching the sunset. "I just miss my old job, that's all." You looked at Siebren and immediately got butterflies in your stomach.
"Is that so," he giggled, pushing a chunk of hair behind your ear. "I miss my old assistant."
You knew you were blushing, but you really couldn't help it. "Siebren, do you think things will be the same ever again?"
"No." He decided to be honest. How could they when he literally had the power to control gravity and the fear that he could lose his entire mind in a moment. "I don't think they will. I'm sorry if you wanted a different answer."
"That's alright," you sighed, staring at the sky. "At least your honest."
"Well, think of it this way, y/n: this gives us an opportunity to start a new life and have new fun experiences. We don't have to be doctor and assistant anymore, we can be something entirely new."
You nodded, feeling your face go warm again. "I like that."
"Me too." Siebren scooted closer to you, his hand landing on yours.
You turned to him and he did the same with a bright smile on his face. "It's so good to see you again, y/n."
"It's so good to see you again."
Siebren cupped your face and you leaned into it. His hands were cold, but strangely warm at the same time. He pulled you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning you down, your arms going around the back of his neck.
"I think I'm falling in love with you, y/n."
"Think?" You giggled, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips were so soft and you didn't want to let him go. You pulled him closer, cupping both sides of his face and he smiled into the kiss. When you pulled away, there was a bright smile on Siebren's face.
"Nevermind. I know." He giggled and you both jumped, hearing Moira's voice.
"I guess we'll start with a test of your serotonin and dopamine levels then, doctor."
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What makes Woo Young-Woo from Extraordinary Attorney Woo the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:
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[Image ID. White slide with a screenshot of Woo Young-Woo, portrayed by Park Eun-bin, wearing her headphones while on the train. She is surrounded by text boxes which read,
"She's canonically autistic, she's one of the only autistic characters on Korean television (possibly THE only, I don't want to speak for all of Korean TV but I know she's a big deal in terms of autistic rep in SK - in-universe she's the first openly autistic lawyer in SK), she's a lawyer and her neurodivergence is frequently presented as a positive in that it means she approaches cases differently than NT people, she has a lot of vocal and movement stims and wears ear protectors on transit, she loves to infodump about whales, her dad makes her the same thing for breakfast every day because he loves and supports her, she has a great love interest who she infodumps to (and they negotiate stuff! like he loves to hear her infodump but he wants to be able to talk to her too and they figure out an amount of infodumping that they're both happy with, which is such a real conversation people need to have sometimes!), SHE HAS A WHOLE MONOLOGUE ABOUT HOW SHITTY ASPERGER WAS, she's just so!!! She doesn't pass as NT at all and I feel like that's so rare for humanized autistic characters, to be recognizable as autistic just immediately, and it's so real for me and I love her so much, Young-Woo's so important to me and I just want everyone to know about her"
"She is literally canonically autistic. I binge watched this show after seeing a few gif sets from my mutuals on Tumblr and I fell in love with her. She's an attorney (as it says in the show title) and even though she isn't very good at talking to people, she's really good at winning her cases because of how observant she is (and her secret autism powers). She didn't speak until she was like 5 or something, and even then, the first thing she said was straight out of her dad's lawbook she had memorized. Her special interest is whales and they somehow help her in literally all of her cases, so good for her. The way her dad treats her sometimes makes me a bit sad, but I guess he's trying his best. He just didn't get any advice on how to treat autistic children, but oh well. At least he tries to be supportive. Like he cooks her safe food for her every day and is so proud of all her accomplishments. She has her daily routines that must not be crossed and she's so real for that. She's also obsessed with palindromes (including her name! :D)"
"Canon autistic queen! Not only is she canonically autistic, but her autism isn't shown to be a deficit or burden! She's also a kickass attorney! She's honestly one of the best representations of an autistic person I've ever seen"
"It's cannon. I almost cried when watching certain moments so... yeah it's pretty nice."
"it's canon. So canon. Like the whole point of the show is that she is on the spectrum. basically everything she does makes me feel like she is exactly who she was written to be."
"IS LITERALLY CANONICALLY AUTISTIC AND I LOVE HER VERY MUCH"
"Canonically autistic. Special interests are law and whales. Memorised this entire book of law at her home before she had ever even uttered a word. Her room is filled with whale related stuff from her alarm to random decor etc etc such her room is the coolest tbh. Wears headphones that play whale sounds instead to avoid sensory overload, echolalia, same breakfast everyday and memorised her route to the office cus routine etc." End ID.]
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Also not a long ask but holy SHIT can we talk about how slutty Seb is in Hot Tub Time Machine?!??!! I can’t imagine Chris keeping his hands off of him he’s just so BEAUTIFUL.
Uhg I keep picturing him laid out all pretty on a bed, blush high on his cheeks, cute little bruises dotting his neck as he smiles up at Chris who’s got his hands just bolted to his hips. Couldn’t stop gripping his waist if his life depended on it.
Maybe I should draw it 👀
YES 👏🏻 WE 👏🏻 CAN
He's an over-exaggerated asshole in that movie with all his goofy expressions and wild lines, but GOD, he looks so sweet. You're so right. That hair. His stupid mouth, soft chin, and puppy dog eyes. His lean build (I can't stop looking at his hip in the second gif 🤤).
Out of character, between takes, I can't imagine how adorable he looked giggling and laughing, probably blushing at some of the lines he had to say. Chris would've wanted to eat him with a spoon.
Wanted and did.
Chris didn't fucking waste a minute after getting him alone, visiting him on set, he immediately had Sebastian against the nearest wall, pressing him to the surface hard, big hands on his face, biting his plush, pink bottom lip hard, making Sebastian melt, slouching down the wall with a breathless gasp that left Chris easily able to lick into his mouth. Claiming him with a smoldering kiss.
Sebastian's knees would go weak.
He'd moan.
He would tremble with Chris' fingertips trailing hotly down his jaw to his neck, tracing the sharp lines of his collarbones and shoulders. Holding him where he wants him. Kissing him senseless.
Sebastian whimpers, and he slides down the wall farther, despite Chris' hold on him.
Chris can't have that, so, it's all he can do to grab his lithe, toned thighs, and haul them up, positioning them around his waist so he can have his way with him. They're too wound up for anything beyond fumbling, kissing, gasping, into each other's mouths. Humid and so close.
With blind hands, Chris stops palming him obscenely and instead gets Sebastian's dick actually out of his pants. He starts jerking him off hard and fast, leaving Seb's head spinning, throwing his head back, now his throat totally exposed to Chris' hot mouth with his turtleneck torn down, stretching out the fabric in the name of leaving marks all over that pale, pretty skin as his fingers bite marks into his hips, too. He's jerking Seb off and grinding against him, helpless to not be caught up in the frantic heat.
I had to include this gif too, though, it's not from the same era as the movie:
He cute
#asks#alamiono#chris evans#sebastian stan#evanstan#rpf#real person fanfiction#fandomfluffandfuck#anon provided writing#sillysickly
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Not so perfect little girl
a/n: i changed a little thing in the request and sorry for the lack of interaction between the twins and the R
*not my GIFs*
Wanda Maximoff x Sister!Reader x Pietro Maximoff; Clint Barton x Teen!Reader(platonic)
Request: Requested by [@darkstar225]
I'd like to request a comfort/hurt fic with Maximoff!Sister (You could do it as sibling if you don't feel comfy writing a female reader, sorry if you do) if possible, I don't find that many fics about this, especially with Pietro included 💀
The other Avengers could be platonic, maybe she/they have a bad day in school and get hurt and the others find out, tell Wanda (if she doesn't find out first and talks with Pietro about it) and try to make her feel better or just stay there with her, just a suggestion. Whatever you do ik I'll love, tysm for reading this and hope you have a nice day <3
Summary: You feel not enought...
Type: i tried to do a H/C
Warning: low self-estime(?)
word count: ~1300
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The Avengers were in the living room when a phone rang, and they stopped their activities to know whose phone rang. But they didn't have to search for long until Clint picked up his phone.
"Hello?" he said.
"Mr. Barton?" a man asked on the other side.
"Himself," Clint replied.
"I'm Mr. Johnson, the principal of Y/n" he said, and the archer started to worry. "I called you because we have a problem with Ms. Maximoff," your principal explained.
"Okay, I'm on my way," the archer said and immediately left the tower. During the trip to your school, he was very worried. When you came to New York with your siblings, Steve became their guardian, but you asked Clint to be yours; he was the only Avenger you were pretty close with at first. You started school for a few months now, and you have been a good student until the last few weeks.
You had been in Mr. Johnson's office for a moment before you heard knocks on his door. He walked to open the door, and your body tensed when you saw Clint. But the avenger tensed when he saw your state; you were covered in bruises and your lips were bleeding. He quickly ran to you after he greeted your principal to make sure you were okay.
"What's happened to her?" he asked worried at the other adult in the room.
"That's why you're here," Mr. Johnson said, taking a seat. "Y/n, started a fight against three other classmates," he explained, and Clint looked at him in shock.
"Wait, did you see her condition? Are you sure because, from what I see, she was the victim of her classmate." the Avenger said, and you chuckled.
"Mr. Barton, Y/n broke the nose of one of them; the ankle of the second, and the wrist of the last," he replied. "And two of them were guys from the football team." he added, and even if he knew he should be angry, Clint couldn't help but chuckle. "Listen, I know it seems funny, but I have to deal with six angry parents. I'm sorry, but I must expel Y/n for a week." he announced.
"What? But it wasn't my fault." you defended yourself.
"I would let it slide if it was the first time I saw you in this office, but unfortunately for both of us, it's not." your principal said, and the archer frowned his eyebrows.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"It's nothing." you said, but the man in front of you didn't think like you.
"Y/n spent the past few weeks skipping some classes and even detention." he admitted, and Clint was now looking at you. "I don't know what happened with her, but I'm sure she could use this week to think about her attitude." he added, and if glare could kill, your principal should be six feet underground now.
"I'm sorry, I'll talk with her about this." the Avenger, and after they said their goodbyes, you were now in Clint's car. There was a silence; he didn't start the car; you knew how long he waited, and honestly, you were too tired from the past few weeks to play with him.
"I'm sorry." you whispered, and he looked at you. "I shouldn't do that, but that's not my fault, I swear. I was with my friends, and one girl came to sit in front of me and started to say some hurtful things about Wanda and Pietro." you explained, and he nodded.
"And for the past few weeks?" he asked, and you didn't reply. He started the car, the drive to the tower was quiet when you arrived, he didn't unlock the doors. "So, are we talking now, or do you continue to act like a spoil child?" he asked, and you lowered your head.
"What do you expect to hear? I'm not the perfect little girl you want me to be." you replied, and he was shocked, not only by your words but also by your tone.
He placed his hand on your shoulder, and you met his gaze. "Who wants you to be a perfect little girl?" he asked, and the tears started to fall on your cheeks.
"Everyone." you admitted between sobs, "They always said I should do more, that I could do more. But what if I can't?" you said. Clint didn't say anything and just gave you a side hug. "I'm sorry." you said, and the archer pulled you away to look at you.
"Why?" he asked carefully.
"To not be enough," you replied, and instantly fell apart again. This time, his hug was tighter.
"You're enough Y/n" he said.
"But why does everyone have to say I should be more? Smarter because my sister is, or more athletic because my brother is? Or I should have powers because they both have." you said while you were crying.
"Hey little bunny, look at me." he ordered, and you looked at him. "I don't know who said that, but I can assure you they didn't know you. You don't have to move things with your mind or run faster than any arrow I could shoot to be someone. You're you. You're Y/n Maximoff; you don't have to be someone else." he said.
"How do you do that?" you asked him, and he frowned his eyebrows. "How you can fight among super soldiers, god, a man with an iron armor, enhanced people, a Hulk, and even your best friend have a little super serum, but you don’t seem to be a burden." you explained, and he laughed.
"Honestly, I don't know myself, but I think that's just why I'm training." he replied. "You don't have to be someone like them if you don't want, you can be just you. I'll always be here with you, we will be the only fully human beings in this group of super people," he smiled.
"And how should I be able to do what I want when every time someone or something reminds me what I should be." you replied, and he sighed.
"You know, I don't really trust in fate. But I start to think that maybe if life hadn't given you superpowers, it's not because you're not worthy or anything, no, I think life gave you a way to distance yourself from them. You don't have to be like them; you can be just you." he said, and you chuckled.
"I don't like superhero speeches," you replied, and he laughed.
"It was not really a superhero speech, more of a father speech." he said, and you cried again. "And if you really want to be an Avenger like them, I think Tony would be glad to make you a suit." he added, but you shook your head.
"If I become an Avenger, I want to be a hero like you. I don't need any armor." you said.
"You know I'm not someone you should take as an idol. I did bad things before being the man I am today." he said, and you nodded.
"Yeah, I know, but you helped Natasha when she needed it, and you helped us too. I don't know, but I think if life decides to make me just a simple human, I think I could be a human hero, and I need to learn it from the best of them." you said, and he hugged you again.
"You're too kind," he said. "But you still expelled for one week, so you'll have to talk with them about this, and I'll see what we can do after that." he added, and you smiled. “Look at you; they didn’t miss you.”
“You should see the other guys” you joked, and he rolled his eyes. When he unlocked the car, you opened the door, but before you walked to the tower, you looked at him. "Thanks, Clint. You're the best second dad I could dream to have." you said, and you left.
In the car, Clint had tears in the corners of his eyes. He called Laura and told her about what had happened. "She called me her dad." he said, and Laura smiled.
"She's already a big sister for Cooper and Lila, so I'm not really surprised," his wife replied.
In the tower, you talked with Wanda and Pietro, and even if your brother teased you, they promised to never let you feel like you were not enough. They liked you just like you were—with or without power, you were still their baby sister.
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