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pandoraslxna · 11 months

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Bae ok so I js had an idea🤭

What ab lo'ak coming home after a long day and he's being all needy and touchy towards the reader n ends up saying something like "I need you to sit on my face mama" 🧎🏽‍♀️

Love you!🩷🩷

adult Lo‘ak x female reader, minors dni 🔞

As soon as Lo‘ak had entered through the door of your shared marui, shoulders dropped and tail limblessly dragging over the floor behind him, you knew that he must’ve had a rough day.

He doesn’t even speak when he scoops you into his arms, picks you up and lays you down onto the soft, woven sleeping mat on the other side of the room. His hands roam your body before you could even greet him properly, caressing every inch of skin they could reach, squeezing your soft flesh and worshiping every curve. An attempt to ask him about his day is immediately muffled by his lips against yours, his tongue exploring the familiar warmth and wetness of your mouth and he sighs deeply into the kiss.

It goes on like this for a while, both of you leaving trails of kisses on each others bodies behind, for your hands to follow like the map to a treasure. Lo’ak peels you out of your clothes like you’re a piece of candy and he’s desperate to pop you into his mouth and swirl his tongue around you. But this shouldn’t be about you. Your mate seems so drained from his day, you just want him to lay down and let you do all the work. You know that he deserves this more than you right now.

"I need you to sit on my face, mama", Lo‘ak suddenly says, making you pause midway of untying his loincloth and glance up at him with furrowed brows.

"But I… I wanted to take care of you, Lo‘ak", you say softly, "You seem so tired, just let me—"

"Please, baby, c‘mon", he cuts you off, slowly pulling you up and urging you to straddle his head, "Ride my face, I’ve been thinking about it all day. Was the only thing that helped me through it."

How could you ever deny him a request like that?

The moment your soft folds come in contact with his lips, a downright pornographic groan rumbles through his chest. But once he realizes the tension in your thighs and that you only hover over his face, Lo’ak gives a playful smack to your ass that makes you yelp.

"I said sit."

You swallow thickly. With a silent nod, you do as you’re told, carefully lowering yourself to sit on his face properly and immediately, his tongue darts out to lick a stripe from your dripping entrance up to your clit, where he closes his lips around the little nub of pleasure and sucks.

"Lo’ak", you draw his name out in a long moan, head falling back and eyes fluttering shut.

Between your thighs, you hear him moan at your taste. You fist your hands in his braided hair to anchor him so you can rut against his face, against his nose and those puffy lips, so roughly that you can feel his head moving with the force of your hips. And yet he’s moaning uncontrollably, gasping and groaning your name between slurps and sucks.

Lo‘ak is a voracious pussy eater. Tireless, hungry, eager to please, but most of all responsive, even though he’s nearly smothered under your weight as you ride his face.

"Hmm, fuck that’s it", he groans, voice muffled against your dripping cunt, "Taste s‘good, so wet for me. Want you to cum on my face, baby. Make a mess on me."

His mouth and his tongue work overtime, swirling around your clit, then switching to stick his tongue into you, ignoring his aching jaw to lick up every little drop of your delicious juices, smothering himself and shortening his breath from stuffing his nose into your mound to reach as far into you as he can.

Taking a hand off your hip, he then slips two of his fingers into your soaking wet cunt and curls them just right. Pairing powerful strokes of his hand with long sucks of his mouth, he coaxes you over the edge with such familiarity and such confidence that it takes your breath away. Literally.

You gasp sharply, hands fisting his hair tighter and mindlessly tugging as your thighs snap close around his head. Your orgasm almost takes you out, it makes you shake, your muscles jumping and spasming and making you twitch uncontrollably until it plateaus into complete, white-out inducing bliss. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you through the clamping of your walls, stretching out your orgasm while he kisses and sucks on your clit until you’re slumping forward, your body slowly going limp from the incredible pleasure.

With a gentle tap to your thigh, he signals you to untangle yourself from him, lifting your hips from his face. He’s glistening with your slickness and the sight makes you flustered, cheeks heating up in bright red colors. When Lo‘ak sits up, your eyes immediately fall on the outline of his hard and painfully neglected cock, bulging the fabric of his loincloth. It makes you swallow almost hungrily.

Seeing the way you look at him, Lo‘ak only grins at you, palming himself over the thin cloth before he repositions himself. With a hand flat on your chest he gently lays you down and then kneels right between your thighs. Hooking your legs up high over his shoulders, your eyes widen when he playfully bites down onto the soft inside of your thigh, leaving claiming marks behind. His hot breathe fans over the wet skin of your cunt and you shiver.

"But- But what about you?", you whisper, half lidded eyes carefully observing the way he lowers his head between your thighs once again. He doesn’t even look up at you, his own eyes completely fixed on the way you desperately clench around nothing, dripping arousal like sweet nectar and he licks his lips in anticipation.

"This is about me, baby. Now hush and let me enjoy my favorite meal. I’m fucking starving."

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loaksbitch · 1 year

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y’all imagine jake sully okay? JAKE SULLY coming back from hunting party (if that’s a thing lol) and found you curled up on the bed you share almost half asleep thinking how you’re adorable and small until you decide to tease him and he ends up fucking you — cuddle fucking 🧎🏽‍♀️

warnings - smut, yep it’s a smut!! neck kissing & biting, side ways fucking, clit stimulation, and cum stuffing also reader is the one who starts to tease alright, idk i’ll edit it if i find any other notes i’ll have to add :P happy reading!

“cuddle-fücking you.” — jake sully (⨳)

he did it again.

jake sully stood you up for another hunting party and he can’t imagine how he’s starting to hate himself now. “i’ll be back by eclipse, princess” he had said when he left and it’s now almost over, the eclipse.

climbing fast to your shared hammock, jake moves the fabric used as a door and walks inside, he wanted to call your name but couldn’t because you’ll probably be sleeping. “knucklehead.” he curse himself.

even the kids are already asleep too. your mate walks to your shared small room and was greeted by your figure laying on the bed you two share. fuck you jake sully, fuck you.

trying not to disturb you, he removes his fighting tools from his body and place them on the mat as gentle as possible. jake slowly walks to the bed and kneels on it making the bed to sink and cause you to shuffle at your sleep

on eywa he swore how breathtaking you are just sleeping with a relaxed face.

right after he let himself slid under the sheet, jake bits his lips hard when you move and call for him. “ma jake?” his heart pinches, he feels so bad. “i’m here baby, right here.” he quickly press his chest to your back as your face is turned to the other direction.

“mhm,” you sigh, satisfied when he pulls you to him by the waist. “how did the party go? did you wound yourself?” you, half awake, feel jake nod against your back. “i didn’t, princess i’ll all good” he tells you it went good.

you smile when you feel him press light feathered like kisses on the curve of your neck. “it’s ticklish” your voice was so pretty to him. everything, everything about you is pretty.

you feel jake finally let a relieved and satisfied sigh out, pulling you close to him. your mate loved spooning and you didn’t complain. it’s the best thing ever, he called it a human thing they do on earth but here, with you. deciding to call it a night out, you press yourself to jake more causing your ass to be pressed against his pelvis.

you closed your eyes and felt yourself sighing and your body doing the same like jake, and a smile touched your lips again.

then you felt it.

it was a subtle movement against your ass. his lower body had stirred, but that often happened when he laid down so you try to push the thoughts of what you’re thinking back to your brain. plus he didn't react to it anyway, so you chalked it up to the beginnings of a sleep boner.

then you felt it again.

you fight the urge to move against him. jake looked super tired and his deeper breathing told you that he was probably getting the sleep he needed. you pushed away the dirty thoughts that were starting to come to your mind in favor of letting him sleep.

yet you felt it yet again, and this time it was harder.

your mate inhaled and exhaled deeply, pushing his hips into you ever so slightly. that coupled with the feeling of his warm breath against your neck, and the lingering remnants of his scent he probably brought over him while hunting was making your body heat up.

the warmth beginning between your legs and spreading through your body. you try to cover your whimper while a light sleeping cough and gulp down your sinful sounds. now the feeling of tiredness and sleep empty, you’re trying to slow down your shallow breath.

his cock twitched again and you reflexively arched into him more, your ass pressing against his half erection. his lips parted and he let out a very soft moan in response. you chided yourself for moving and possibly waking him, but he still seemed to be sleeping.

jake on other hand was trying not to push his clothed yet growing bulge against your ass. he knows you’re tired and dosed off, but your unintentional ass pressing to him was making him hard by every second passing.

you squeezed your thighs together to feel a little friction and was rewarded with a couple short pulsing contractions. not a full orgasm, but enough to make your close your eyes because it felt good. you did it again when you felt his cock throb against you once more, and you started to feel the need to feel full.

you were starting to feel your moisture leaking out of you and dampening your loincloth, and you secretly wished he would wake up on his own so that you wouldn't feel guilty for waking him. you bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together again and jake felt his cock throbbed against you. this time he moaned a little louder and pushed his hips against you harder.

oh shoot! you scream inside.

you were about to apologize for waking your mate from his slumped before you felt him holding your hip with his free hand and began rutting against you. you could feel his abs contract and his body shaking as he moved his hips, the friction causing him to moan.

every sound and short cut sighs that escaped his lips made your pussy throb, and you started to rhythmically push your ass against his cock. your eyes shoot open when kisses are delivered to your exposed neck.

“jake,” your voice was soft and whisper, constantly reminding yourself the kids are asleep. the two of you kept this dance until jake was the first to make a move and remove the clothing for your breast made out of leaves.

jake, with closed eyes smile when he hears gou shushing yourself as your nipple roll between his fingers. he was massaging you so well. he began kissing your neck as he continued rutting against you, and you kept squeezing your thighs together as you pushed back against him.

the sound of sharp inhaled and soft moans filling the silence, you two kept rubbing on each other while you’re both supposed to be cuddling and sleeping.

gradually his hand crept down your belly, his fingers dipping between your legs. a long "fuuuck," exhaled in your ear, feeling how you had soaked through your own loincloth. you moaned at the feeling of him touching you, and you arched into him harder as a reward. this was definitely a mutual hormones.

jake, by now probably had leaked a pre cum cause of how you’re sexy when pushing back against him. you were about to roll over and see for yourself, but he began whispering instructions in your ear. "take these off," he breathed while pulling down the waistband of your loincloth.

you lifted your hips to help him remove them, and somehow he got his own off without getting out of bed. jake pulled away slightly and you felt him grab his dick and stroke it slowly while letting out a long exhale. "i’ve got something for you," he said.

be then brought his index finger to your lips and smeared his precum across them. you then opened your mouth and began sucking the salty liquid from his finger, loving the taste of him and thanking him for reading your mind and being so thoughtful. jake hisses when you lightly bite onto his finger.

“mhm.” your moan vibrates against his fingers and his cock twitches. jake pushes his cock in between your thighs almost on a thigh-fucking mode to lubricate his length with your nectar. you try to arch your back and press your ass more to him and whine when he bucks away, teasing you.

“you’re an impatient little thing huh? you don’t like me teasing you?” he mockingly ask, “i thought you were tired, lover girl.” you moan when his tip rubs your clit before he draws his thrust. “what if i want to tease you?” you can literally imagine the stupid grin on his face.

you lick your lips, chest having up and down fast. your back, for millionth time arches when the fat girth of his cock slips between your folds and he thrusts mid way inside your hole before stopping. oh no he did not.

“baby…” you almost cry at his torture. you’re chasing your blinding orgasm while he keeps pulling you from the cliff end to jump. “tell me, princess, what do you want?”

“you.” you say fast feeling his chest roar when he chuckles quietly. “not so shy, mhm?” oh shut up and fuck me! you wanted to say loud but you bite your tongue for him to give you what you want.

“jake.” you warn, a tiny tint of desperation found in your voice. “uh-uh, not till you say it” his cock was driving you insane, if only he could bottom out in you. “please baby, please.” you’re begging, pride thrown aside for now.

you were such a whore, “say it, pretty girl.” he demanded moving painfully slowly, “or else imma have to—“ he starts to pull out. “fuck me! please jake fuck me!” thank eywa it was night time now or you wouldn’t survive with the blush tinting allover your face.

"good girl," he moaned as he began fucking you deeper, grabbing your hip so hard it hurt. every thrust you could feel in your chest as he drove deeper, and you felt your orgasm building. jake slowed down and started long stroking while grabbing your breast so hard that it hurt in the best way.

you moaned as he fucked you slowly, arching your back as much as you could so that he was bottoming out with every thrust. you wanted to cum so bad and you know you’ll make it. he slid his hand between your legs again and started to massage your clit.

it only seemed like jake was reading your mind, but in reality he knew you, he could tell you were getting frustrated by the sound of your silent voice and by the way you tried to move your hips and encourage him to go faster. “easy girl,” he laughs at you.

you moaned louder and you almost felt your orgasm in your grasp. he moved his finger left and right across your clit just like you liked, driving himself deep inside you, breathing hard in your ear and edging you closer and closer. “that’s it baby, do it again” he growls. “tightening on me.” you do it again and jake let a deadly moan out.

"you feel so good, baby," he moaned. "so fucking tight." you clenched around his dick at his words and he moaned again. you could tell he was close to losing control. his thrusts were becoming jerkier, and he was panting in between moaning expletives. “so. fucking. tiny.” he growls.

your man, jake removed his hand from between your legs and replaced it with yours, and you started to rub your clit, essentially masturbating on his dick. “ngh, jake… f-feels so good” you cry out, eyes widening when you feel him lifting your leg, holding it in the air, and starting to fuck you hard and fast again, making you moan loudly.

“shh, you’re gonna wake the kids.” you nod, drunk with pleasure. your body tensed as you felt your orgasm crashing over you, and you cried out every time your pussy squeezed his dick. but jake didn't stop. he fucked you hard through your orgasm, not caring how hypersensitive you were becoming or how you felt like you couldn't take anymore.

deep voice hovers over your ear, “take it, you’re doing good. make me cum.” your ears perk up when he requests to make him cum. but the overstimulation was becoming too much. just before you were about to tap out you felt his dick get even harder and more rigid.

he’s so close.

you bit your lip and let him keep fucking you because you were a big girl and you could take the beating he was giving you as he chased his own orgasm. jake suddenly slowed down, signaling that he was right there. it was his tell that he was about to come and you mentally started the countdown.

jake growls and bottoms out while his hand his still on air with your legs held up. “baby.” he whines, he fucking whines and your inside tighten. “jake please,” you don’t know what you’re begging for now. “give me it.” you tell him.

that was the last push to send him over edge and making him fully bottom out in you and spill his frustration and tiredness in you. “taking me so well, i know princess i know” he says seeing how your whole body tensed when he filled you up.

“such a good girl for me only.”

“you’re amazing,” he tells you his voice already tired. “you’re amazing too, ma jake.” he smiled and playfully bite your shoulder. “i love you” he says not waiting for a respond cause him still being inside you was an “i love you too”

too spent to move, you don’t even tell him to pull out and lean against him ready to sleep. everything is now peaceful making you both easily drift to a deep slumber.

uhm-uhm *clears throat* this was a 2k+ words worth it i think. but like seriously, i’m scared i’ll lose my interest in human men because this obsession isn’t obviously right 😐 — hope you enjoyed reading! like + reblogs are appreciated and not pressured!! mwah i love each and everyone of you babies.

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aris-ink · 1 year

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Omg all of your works are so so good I’ve binge read them all😭😭😭 can I please request like an agedup!/ dilf!Namjoon with reader, dub/non-con? Daddy Joon just has me on my knees all day every day🧎🏽‍♀️

tysm I love you <3 and 👀

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: strangers to lovers, doctor!namjoon au

warnings: implied murder, mentions of anxiety and neglect, hints of (emotional) parental abuse, obsession, corruption, dub con, misconduct, inappropriate medical examinations lmao, age gap, daddy kink, praise, soft manipulation, psychological humiliation, multiple orgasms, risky sex, creampie, implied imprisonment/pet play at the end??? (up for interpretation ajdjdfjdh)

Namjoon always had a soft spot for strays. A keen eye, too. And you? You were but a little kitten in the body of a tigress. A kitten without an owner. Not one that knew how to care for you, anyway, and sometimes that was a fate far worse than one of an orphan.

He wasn't quite sure what it was about you that caught his eye. He has never felt anything towards any of his patients, politely ignoring any subtle attempts at flirting with him. But after your first visit, he decided right then and there that he was going to help you get better; in every way he could. Bring out that little kitten from hiding and give her shelter, where she wouldn't need to pretend to fit in with the predators to survive.

Because now, you had your very own predator watching your back.

He looked forward to your every visit, although it pained him to see you unwell. When he noted the slight tremble in your hands as you sat in his office, he started weighing the pros and cons of referring you to a psychiatrist. Did he want to see you wither away to nothing? No. Did he want to hand you over to someone else? Definitely not.

Tapping his pen against his lower lip, he lifted his eyes from the computer to your face.

So beautiful. So frail. Oh, he could crush you if his hands weren't careful. Maybe he should; maybe you needed to fall apart and be rebuilt again. What a shame. What an opportunity.

Shall we leave it up to fate?

Gently, Namjoon reached out to take your hand in his.

"Listen to me, sweetheart," he sighed. "You're not well, and I don't think there is much more I can do. I think you need to see a specialist."

You only blinked at him, looking so lost, your brows furrowed softly.

Namjoon gave your hand a squeeze, then released it to swivel around in his chair, facing his computer again.

"I'm going to write you a letter of referral, and then-"

"I don't-" you interrupted him, immediately avoiding his eyes. "I don't think I want to see a psychiatrist right now."

Ah. There we go.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side.

"I know it's a big decision, but you need help to get better."

You hesitated for a moment, laying your hands down in your lap. You fiddled with your skirt, and Namjoon had to physically restrain himself from letting his gaze wander down to the smooth skin of your legs.

"But..." You sighed, biting down on your lower lip. "Then..." Another sigh, like you couldn't quite figure out how to express yourself properly. "Can you help me?"

'Atta girl.

Namjoon took his glasses off and placed them on the desk beside him. He stayed quiet, watching you with dark eyes, waiting for you to wrap up your thoughts.

"I- I don't want to see anyone else right now," you managed. "It's hard enough to open up to one doctor."

His lips quirked. Check, mate. How perfect you were, building yourself a house of straws. How considerate for the wolf who wanted to devour you.

This was his cue to stick to his oath and do what was best for his patient. The only thing was that every patient's case differed; and he knew exactly what was best for you right now. What you lacked, what threw you off balance in the first place. Only he possessed the medicine that held the cure to all the aches of your soul.

He pretended to think it over, his eyes sincere as they stared into yours.

"Okay," he agreed, soft and quiet.

It was enough for a ghost of a smile to grace your face. His heartbeat picked up its pace.

"But," he continued, leaning down to grab a stethoscope from a plastic drawer, "I need you to work with me, okay? I want to see you get better."

You nodded instantly, your back straightening when he stood up from his chair.

"How about we start with a check up?" He suggested, placing a large hand on your shoulder. "Can you lie down for me?"

You relaxed beneath his touch, silently leaning back to sink into the leather bed. It was propped up, so you were really almost halfway to sitting up, but he gave you a warm smile, briefly moving his hand to rest atop your head.

"Good girl."

He noticed the deep inhale, the way you seemed to flush at the praise, and he had to busy himself with putting the stethoscope on in order not to barge into that little straw house and frighten you with his sharp teeth.

No. He'd claw at it, circle it, until you were curious enough to peek outside and consider what the beast had to say to you. And most importantly, what it had to offer.

He placed the cool end of the stethoscope on your chest. Your heartbeat instantly pulsed in his ears, loud, clear and fast. He looked down at you, sliding it an inch lower, his knuckles barely ghosting the swell of your breast.

A beautiful stutter in the rhythm followed.

"Are you uncomfortable?" He murmured.

You shook your head, your voice coming out soft when you answered.

"No."

"Nervous?"

You shook your head again.

Namjoon smiled at you.

"Good. There's no need to be."

He took the stethoscope off then and put it somewhere behind him, not paying it much more attention. Instead, he placed his hand on the crown of your head again, his thumb brushing over your temple.

"Do you get heart palpitations often?"

You stared up at him, those big, innocent eyes making it hard for him to remember that an entire world existed outside of you, outside of this room. Making him want to do bad things. Dip into that innocence and twist it inside out, just like you did to his soul.

"Sometimes," you replied quietly.

Namjoon hummed.

"Do you know how many physical conditions follow anxiety? Stress spreads like poison. Ignoring it is never a solution."

He noted the way his statement sank into you. Nothing he said was a lie; but how easily you accepted any words that fell from his mouth made his stomach tighten. Oh, he'd leave black handprints all over your pure, little soul. And he was okay with that. An eternal mark, proof of belonging to him.

You sighed. That made his heart tighten. Such a pitiful sound. How could he ever resist taking you into his care? Would a priest resist a sinner's confession? Never. It was a holy path, guiding people and helping them heal. You deserved the best of them all.

"That being said," Namjoon continued, "I'll ask you a few questions now, and press down on a few crucial places." He emphasized his point by putting some pressure onto his thumb, proceeding to massage your temple. "Is that okay with you?"

Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

"Yes."

His thumb slid down the soft, warm skin of your face, tracing the apple of your cheeks.

"Are you still getting migraines, love?"

You shook your head. Namjoon placed his hand on your tummy, his thumb once again drawing comforting, mindless patterns into the cotton material of your shirt. You exhaled softly.

"How about nausea?" He asked, keeping his voice low and his eyes on yours. "Did that improve at all?"

"A... a little."

It was difficult to focus on anything but the way you responded to his touch. He was mesmerized by how flustered you seemed, but how pliant all at once. Laid down before him like a sacrificial lamb, your fate long accepted. Perhaps even cherished. A lamb longing to be slaughtered and handed straight into the hands of their god, looking for the slightest proof of his existence; even if it came in the form of death. Always, in the end, yearning for their father's warm embrace.

"That's good," he whispered.

Cautiously, he let his hand slip a little lower, his palm brushing over your abdomen before it settled at its very bottom. Your breath caught in your throat, yet you didn't move or look away from him.

"But... medication can only help so much. Same goes for relaxation. The best way to solve a problem is to focus on its root, don't you think?"

You nodded once more, and he felt content and intrigued at the same time, his free hand settling down on your knee.

"Then let's do that."

He could see the way your gaze flickered to his hand, tracing the veins over it before flicking back to his face.

He gave you a small squeeze of reassurance.

"College has been difficult, hasn't it? Not to mention... everything else. Have you tried to socialize a little more like I recommended?"

His question prompted you to sigh once more.

"Not really."

Namjoon let his hand shift a little higher, coming into contact with your inner thigh. The softness of your skin alone was enough to stir warmth inside his body; but the way your muscles tensed suddenly only added fuel to the fire, setting him ablaze.

"Why not?" He questioned. "Humans are social creatures. Conversation, a sense of belonging, and even-" his hand finally wrapped around the flesh of your thigh firmly, giving it a squeeze, "touch, can bring tremendous comfort."

You gasped, and the sound made him throb. Meekly, you turned your head to the side, looking away from him.

"It's hard to change."

Namjoon gave your thigh another squeeze, a gesture that could have been comforting, had his hand not been resting on the very inside of it, tips of his fingers brushing the skin under your skirt. Instead, it was rather inappropriate; but you were nowhere near close to pushing him away. And that was an invitation enough for him to lean in a little, his lips stopping just before they touched your ear.

"Change starts within."

You swallowed thickly, frozen in place. Enthralled or perhaps frightened. Beautiful all the same.

"How?" You whispered, like you weren't sure what he meant.

Namjoon pressed his fingers into your leg, slowly pulling it away from the other. His lips brushed over your ear this time, his answer coming out equally quiet.

"Let me show you."

He could feel the shiver that went through you; it quickly morphed into the smallest, softest whine when he rested his hand upon your clothed core. He expected the heat and he expected the wetness, but not this much. There was a clear, damp spot forming on the cotton, burning beneath his skin.

His knees felt weak, his fingers pressing into it automatically to rub slowly. He let out a strained, shallow breath into your ear.

"Oh, I think you really want to learn, hm?"

Your hand flew up to his coat, grabbing at his collar helplessly. Namjoon lowered his head further and placed his lips on your neck, pressing a hot, heavy kiss right into your pulse point.

"I'll teach you, baby."

Your back arched gently at the name, thighs spreading more to encourage his touch, let him defile you whatever way he wanted. Something slipped out of your lips as you pulled on his collar; something like a moan. A moan in the shape of a word that made his head snap up sharply.

It was almost a whisper. But there was no way he wouldn't have heard it; you were all he could hear, feel and see right now.

"What did you call me?"

Though his pace remained slow, his fingers began to rub your clit harder, the soaked material so flimsy he could practically feel you pulse under his touch.

He stared into your eyes, watching you struggle to catch your breath through his ministrations. It appeared to be even more difficult when he asked the question, embarrassment instantly shadowing your features.

Namjoon tsked.

"Come on, you can do it."

He dragged his fingers away from the spot he was massaging, only to slip them underneath your panties.

"Say it again."

Your hips jerked in surprise. The heat of your soaked folds, bare under his fingers, made his cock twitch in the tight confines of his pants. God, you felt so perfect; divine, really. He pressed the tip of his finger into your clit, trying to coax you, his strokes firm and lazy.

You moaned. It was a heavenly sound. No angel choir could have compared. As if on instinct, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

"Daddy," it was shy and came with a shudder.

It was filthy and had him throbbing again, driving him to press his lips against your cheek as he touched you.

"Who hurt you, baby?"

The words came out soft, so unlike their actual mocking nature.

"A man takes advantage of you, and the first thing you can think of is spreading your legs and calling him daddy?"

The amused murmur went straight into your skin - and then deep, deep beneath it. He felt you grip his collar tighter, felt and heard the unsteady, shaky breath that fled you.

If you had been embarrassed before, you were mortified now, on the verge of crying. But he could also feel more slick gushing right out of you, and he sped up his movements on your clit slightly. His lips felt soft against your heated cheek, slow in making their way up to your ear.

"It's okay," he whispered. "That's a good girl. Show me where it hurts. I'll make it better."

A breathy, quiet moan was the only sound you were capable of producing. Namjoon let himself continue feeling and memorizing every inch of your skin he could, the bridge of his nose brushing your neck.

"Lemme fix it. Lemme fix you, sweetheart."

Your fingers dug into his shoulder, hips beginning to move in circles, mimicking his touch, following it straight into oblivion.

"Good girl," he repeated his praise in a quiet breath. "Gonna come for daddy?"

You pressed your face into his neck, whimpering into it. Your body answered for you, thighs trembling when it hit you, his fingers sticky and wet as they ceased their movements.

He didn't move his hand, though, kept it pressed against your cunt, even when a knock on the door made you jump.

"I'll be there soon," Namjoon called, ignoring your attempts at trying to close your legs and turn away from him. He grabbed your jaw and pressed his lips into yours, wasting no time in suffocating any protests and worries with a messy kiss.

With his forehead leaning against yours, he finally took his hands off you only to unzip himself. The sound startled you, your eyes popping open and shoulders stiffening.

He smiled at you, his dimples showing, as if he wasn't prying your legs apart to settle himself in between them.

"I- I-" you stammered nervously, shaking your head in protest.

Namjoon pressed into you, the tip of his hard cock rubbing right against your leaking entrance slowly.

"You what?" He breathed into your lips, dark, hungry eyes stuck on yours.

You mewled, fighting to keep your eyes open and your hips in place. How cute.

"You don't want to get better?"

You stared back at him, eyes hooded but brows furrowed, your chest heaving against his. The internal conflict was a lot, as was his cock twitching against your heat; but it was nothing you couldn't handle.

"Did you know?" Namjoon murmured. "When the soul gets sick, so does the body. Pretending all your life is gonna get you nowhere, baby."

The warmth of his hand burned into your hip as he pushed forward. The tip of his cock slipped into your tight heat, making your back arch beneath him. Namjoon's head fell into your neck, a low groan escaping his throat.

"I'll take care of you, I'll never leave you lonely or worried," he breathed into your skin, continuing to push forward agonizingly slowly. "You'll never... have to feel... that way again."

Each inch stretched you out so well, reaching deeper and deeper - until his hips were flush against yours and you felt like there wasn't enough air in the room.

Namjoon's harsh, hot breaths dotted your skin in goosebumps. He lifted his head to look up at you, entranced. Your eyes shone with unshed tears, mouth wide open, and he wondered if it was from the feeling of his cock inside you, or from his words. He wondered if your heart was also jumping out of your chest, desperate to get closer to his.

He got his answer when you tightened around him. His free hand travelled up your waist, hips pulling away only to slam back into you. Only one thought remained in his head. How divine you were, quivering beneath him and fighting to stay quiet. Right where you belonged; in his arms, at home. Where you didn't have to worry about obtaining money, acceptance or affection. You didn't even have to ask for it. You just had to take it.

He kept his pace steady, careful not to make too much noise, though it was hard with the way you were dripping and clenching around his cock. He tried to muffle the soft moans with another kiss, his tongue quick to slip past your lips. But it didn't do much to hide the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking you. He could feel his spine tingling, a veiny hand settling on your breast to knead it.

He knew there was no time. But considering the fact that his balls were already tightening, it wasn't going to be a problem. He broke the kiss, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips.

"Gotta be quick today, baby," he breathed, pressing two fingers into your clit to rub it harshly. "Yeah? Is that okay?"

The way your pussy squeezed his cock made his hips stutter. He released your breast to slap his hand over your mouth as you started coming, his head finding rest in your neck once more.

His moans were quiet, raspy, his cock pulsating inside you. With how big he was, it seemed there should have been nowhere for his cum to go, and yet he filled you up with every last drop until his eyes rolled back.

You still quivered around him when he stopped moving, trying to catch some air into his lungs. He lifted himself up slowly, releasing your mouth to stroke your cheek instead. You looked so perfect; dazed and exhausted, lips swollen, the tension completely gone from your body. Namjoon could feel it too; the glow in his chest, the euphoria running through his veins. He leaned it to place a gentler, lingering kiss on your lips.

"You did so well," he murmured lovingly. "Such a good girl."

With delicate fingers, he grasped the drenched cotton of your underwear and held it carefully as he slipped out of you. Even if he could make a mess in his office, the thought of you going home with his cum leaking out of you into your panties was enough to make him twitch. He breathed out a sigh, zipped himself up and helped you sit.

"Good?" He whispered, eyeing you intently.

You shied away from his gaze but nodded. Namjoon smiled, then turned to grab a piece of paper and a pen.

"Your next appointment is on Monday," he scribbled on the sheet as he talked to you. "This is my private number and address. In case you need anything."

You stared at him uncertainly. Namjoon cocked his head, the tone of his voice kind, though it didn't match the darkness in his eyes.

"My door's always open for you."

Slowly, you lifted your hand and accepted the small note, planting both of your feet onto the floor.

"But..." you fiddled with the sleeves of your blouse, eyes still bright with tears. "O... okay. Thank you."

With a nod and a subtle smile, Namjoon opened the door for you. The low hum of conversation and soft lights lighting up the corridor reminded him that he still hasn't finished his work for the day. But with the taste of you still on his lips, he didn't really care.

Through the window in his office, blurred by the streaks of rain hitting the glass, he watched you get into your father's car. He narrowed his eyes as he observed the man's scowl, like it was an awful inconvenience that he had to wait this long. Only this once, Namjoon could sympathize with him. He didn't like waiting either.

And yet it was what he had to do for the sake of your well-being. Good thing that for this very reason, he didn't mind killing your father slowly. Who'd know if he exchanged a couple of pills? No one but God, and he feared no judgement. Where was God when he put you into the hands of a neglectful, harmful parent? As far as Namjoon was concerned, God's sins outweighed his own.

He could see you buckling up, still dazed and tired, withdrawn from your surroundings. The car began to reverse, and slowly you disappeared from his sight altogether.

Poor, little kitten. Searching for sustenance and warmth. He didn't even need to ask you to keep quiet, or worry about whether you'd show up at his door. He knew you would. Somewhere in your bones, you so clearly felt it. It was time for you to heal; time to find you a new home. And he had a pretty collar with your name on it waiting for you under lock and key. A pretty golden ring as well.

Only the best for his little girl.

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#i have no clue and i am sorry dhdhdhd #yandere bts #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts smut #bts reactions #bts yandere

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badasmuse · 6 months

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“Naughty Girls”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), cheating, sex, oral sex, bottom!bada, reader is a slut, swear words, lowercase intended, slight angst?

Summary: bada messes up… twice fr

Somewhat based off DeVita’s Naughty Girls - Intro

“you’re not a good girl i can’t… fuck with you.” bada says on the other end of the phone.

i blink a few times confused. “what do you mean?”

“you’re… naughty. a slut. i can’t pursue anything with you.”

i laugh, “okay bada. don’t be calling me wanting me back.” i hang up.

i think about that a lot.. that was months ago tho. she’s moved on since then. she’s been enjoying her girlfriend. as for me? i’m a slut, like she said, i’ve been enjoying myself. right now i’m on my couch, drinking wine, watching some kind of tv show when i hear my phone buzz.

i pick it up and giggle when i read the name.

bada🧎🏽‍♀️

well shit.

my phone starts buzzing more and i click on the messages.

y/n?

r u ip?

up* fuck

i’ve been dronkunh

i miss uou

i moss eberytginh

my girlfriend diesnt fcuk me the way i wabt her to

let me slide thru

i laugh as i read the texts. she doing what i told her not to do. should’ve known she couldn’t resist it.

i think it over and reply.

the door’s unlocked, you can come in .

**********

thirty minutes later, my door opens and i set my glass down. “you actually came.”

bada walks in, face flushed from the alcohol, and kicks her shoes off. “i didn’t drive,” she slurs, “i got an uber.” she takes long strides over to me and stands there looking down at me while i look up at her.

she puts her hand on my chin and runs her thumb over my lips. i open my mouth slightly and she puts her thumb in, biting her lip as i start to lightly suck on her thumb.

“let’s go in your room.” she says, words still slurred. practically incoherent.

she’ll regret this in the morning.

i lead bada to my room and lightly push her on the bed and she leans back on her elbows. i stand by my mirror taking off my necklace and earrings. her eyes watching my every move.

“bada, come unzip this for me.” i say pulling her out of her thoughts.

she saunters over and gently unzips my dress, laying kisses on my upper back, neck, and shoulder. i lean my head back on her shoulder giving her more access as she sucks on the spot that’ll do it every time.

bada slides the dress down my body and dips her fingers in my thong, pulling the little strap and letting it hit my hip making me moan.

the touches stop and i know she’s stripping behind me. i turn to look at her, her skin is flushed, maybe from the alcohol, maybe cause she’s turned on. who knows.

knowing exactly what she needs, i guide her back to the bed forcing her to lay down before kneeling in front of her and putting her leg on my shoulder. i laugh at how wet she is.

“aw bada i haven’t even touched you yet.”

she lets out a whine pulling me by my hair. “please.” she’s so desperate.

i lean forward and tease her, licking and kissing everywhere but where she wanted me.

“y/n i swear to god if your mouth isn’t on my clit in- FUCK!”

i roll my eyes. she not bout to rush me. even tho i just caved and leaned down to suck on her clit but she talking too much. had to shut her up somehow.

i put two fingers in her moving them in pace with my tongue. she pulls at my hair arching up off the bed.

“fuck y/n j-just like that.” she stutters.

i curl my fingers up hitting that spot that had her practically sobbing my name.

“shit i’m so close.” she tries moving back which again makes me roll my eyes. i hook my free hand over her thigh and yank her closer.

“go ahead bada, make a mess on my hand. you wanted this right? show me how much you wanted it.”

with a loud cry of my name she tightens around my fingers and cums, pulling at my hair and writhing on the bed.

i don’t stop. i don’t feel like it. my tongue moves faster on her clit and i continue to hit her spot with my fingers.

“oh shit, stop y/n. stop i can’t take it.” she tries to push me off but with a slap to her thigh she stops, whining louder.

she tightens again and i know she’s about to cum. speeding up my motions, i look up at her through my lashes. she lets go of my hair and covers her face in embarrassment as she squirts on my hand.

“i bet your girlfriend can’t make you do that.” i whisper in her ear kissing right under it.

“god you’re so good at that.” she says wiping her tears. she closes her eyes and immediately falls asleep.

************

morning rolls around and i wake up before bada. i grab some shorts and a shirt and make my way to the kitchen to start coffee. i also grab tylenol and water cause i know her head will be on ten when she walks out here.

and right on cue, she walks out hands covering her eyes. when she removes them she gasps.

“what the fuck happened?” she asks upset.

“oh you don’t remember?” i smile. it’s amusing. “you texted me saying you wanted to come over. i said the door was unlocked. now i didn’t expect you to actually come but you did and i ate you out till you came.”

tears fill her eyes and she grabs her phone i’m assuming to get an uber. “i fucked up.”

“not my problem.“ i wink and watch her run out the door.

being a slut is fun.

#Spotify #bada lee #bada lee x reader #kpop #swf2 #swf2 x reader #imagine

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grumpypixistix · 3 months

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Ahhhhh, your Miguel O'hara x Shy!reader is so amazing! We more Shy readers/Miguel O'hara in this world! Can we have Shy!reader and Miguel O'hara making out in the closet please? When you have the time?

AHHHH thank you!! That means a lot to me ❤️❤️❤️And I completely agree with you, we need more shy!reader x Miguel in our lives 🧎🏽‍♀️ But of course I can, lovely! :)

P.S. Thank you for being patient with me, I really do appreciate it. I’ve been through a rough patch lately but I have been slowly working on this, so I hope you enjoy <3

Seven minutes in heaven

Miguel O’Hara x Shy!reader (Both are in college)

Warnings- Groping, fingering while making out, mentions of alcohol

18+ MINORS DNI

This was not something you had planned to run into. All you wanted to do was go back to your dorm room and sleep for the rest of the night after bombing one of the tests you had studied so hard on.

But your roomate had other plans for tonight.

“Seriously, no. I don’t want to go anywhere tonight, I just wanna get some sleep”, You pleaded for the third time.

Your roommate looked at you and scoffed, shaking her head in disapproval.

“Absolutely not. You worked so hard on that stupid test, you should at least celebrate the effort! Besides, you know Mr. Daniels is a shitty professor. If anything, he should’ve given you an A”, Christine tried to reason with you.

You stared at her for a little while before letting out a deep sigh, “Yeah, I did work pretty hard on it…”

“See? Now will you come with me or are you going to stay here and loathe in your own despair?”

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked down in thought, weighing out the options. On one hand, you should be re-studying for the test you failed. But on the other hand… it would help with the stress and boredom of having to sit at your desk all night.

You looked at your roommate with a defeated sigh, “Fine… I’ll come with you, just this once.”

Christine grinned widely and rushed over to the closet, grabbing an extra set of clothes.

“Awesome! I’m going to get changed…” She paused and looked at you, “Wear something nice. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself tonight.”

You chuckled softly and shook your head, finding an outfit to wear for the night, “If you say so.”

Christine held your hand as the two of you moved through the crowded party, looking for drinks. You told her that the last thing you wanted was to lose her at some random party, which she had a habit of doing already. But she agreed to not wander off too far, which was somewhat helpful. Once the two of you found something to drink, Christine leaned against the wall next to you and took a swig of her beer.

“See? I told you it would be fun, right?” Christine spoke to you, trying to fight off the loud blaring music.

You looked at her and shrugged, taking a big gulp from your bottle, “I guess. It’s really… loud and crowded.”

“Well, duh. That’s the whole point of a party! Come on, let’s make you some new friends!”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head vigorously, “Uh uh. No way.”

Christine frowned at you after taking another drink of her beer, “Why not??”

“I don’t… I don’t know anyone here.”

She just chuckled at you, “That’s why they’re new friends. C’mon, I’ll be there with you.”

You frowned at the idea of talking to a whole bunch of people you’ve never spoken a word to. Keeping to yourself was your personal choice, and it suited you… mostly. Scoring dates with anyone was extremely difficult, especially when you were scared of talking to new people.

After being forced to meet some drunk strangers, you eventually ended up standing in a corner by yourself. Holding your drink in your hand, you scanned the crowded room for your roommate. When you couldn’t find her anymore, you sighed and gave up for now, taking a swig of your drink.

Suddenly, you felt someone get shoved into you, making your drink nearly fly out of your hand.

“Jesus-!” You exclaimed, trying to figure out who ran into you.

“I’m so sorry- are you okay-?” The man asked you, clearly worried.

You could tell just from his tone alone that he was also one of the few sober people in the party.

“I- I’m fine-“ You mumbled, noticing what the man looked like.

He was tall with dark slicked hair, tan skin and fairly plump lips. His eyes were dark and enchanting, you felt that you couldn’t pull your gaze away from them. It wasn’t until he spoke again through the loud noise that your trance had ended.

“I’m really sorry about that, some drunk asshole just ran into me and caused me to hit you. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You let out a soft chuckle and nodded, “I’m- I’m okay, I promise.”

“Okay, good… Uh- I’m Miguel, by the way”, he spoke as he pointed at himself with a sheepish smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miguel” You hummed, quietly exchanging your name to him.

“It’s nice to meet you, too” Miguel spoke, offering you a gentle smile.

Normally, the small talk made you unbearably uncomfortable… but for some reason, Miguel’s smile and voice made you calm in the chaotic environment. You suddenly wished that you could be alone with him, wanting to leave the party.

But you couldn’t leave Christine behind, especially if she was drunk.

“So… do you come to parties often?” Miguel asked, your thoughts stopping abruptly.

You quietly shook your head with a sip of your drink, “No, not really..”

Miguel let out a chuckle and nodded, “I’m kind of the same way, honestly. I just… don’t have much energy to go out a lot. What about you?”

“Uh- …I don’t- I don’t really talk to many people” You muttered sheepishly, a little embarrassed in front of him.

Instead of what you were expecting, Miguel’s brows raised up in slight shock.

“Really? You’re very pretty and sweet… I’m just shocked, I figured you were more social…”

Miguel paused when he noticed your facial expression, quickly clarifying himself.

“Not that that’s a bad thing. It’s actually kind of cute.”

Your face went from slightly offended to flustered in a matter of seconds, cheeks burning up into a light pink color. He quickly caught onto it and smirked.

“Someone’s shy, huh?”

“Shush-“ You mumbled, trying to contain the smile that was trying to pull at your lips.

“See? You are shy! It’s cute” Miguel teased again, a large grin on his lips.

You looked away and shook your head, eyes widening when you felt his hand gently grab your chin to make you look at him. He looked into your eyes for a few moments and letting out a small chuckle, making you freeze in the moment.

“You are very pretty, though..”

Your face grew hotter with each passing moment, a quiet laugh leaving your lips, “You think so?”

“Of course I do” Miguel answers, looking away for a few moments to search for something before looking back at you, “I… I hope this isn’t weird, but do you think we could talk somewhere a little more quieter? It’s okay if you say no, I’d understand.”

You looked at him for a few moments, noticing he was being completely genuine with what he said. After considering the options and possible outcomes, you slowly nodded your head.

“That’s okay with me” You responded, lips slowly forming into a small smile.

Miguel offered his hand and helped guide you out of the crowded party, going towards the closet he was looking at earlier. After the two of you slipped into the tiny closet, the loud music and chatter had finally been muffled, making the both of you sigh in relief.

“Thank god it’s quieter in here” You hummed.

“I know, I could barely hear your voice.. I’m glad I can hear it clearly now” Miguel responded, a gentle expression on his face.

A quiet laugh left your lips as your walls finally crumbled down, feeling more comfortable with him. What was it about him that made you feel like this…?

“I’m glad I can hear you, too” You spoke softly, giving Miguel a sweet smile.

Miguel grinned brightly, his arm touching yours from the limited space in the closet. You looked up at him with a small chuckle and noticed how close the two of you were. Miguel seemed to notice this as well, his eyes flicking up to your eyes and down at your lips for a split moment before looking away.

“So… What now?” You hummed, looking over at Miguel.

Miguel chuckled as he shrugged and let out a long breath, “I have no idea… do you?”

“Not really… why’d you come to the party anyways? I’m just curious.”

“My friend invited me to come, but I haven’t even found him yet. I bet he’s probably upstairs… I’d rather not check, though” Miguel answers, grimacing at the last thought.

A groan and chuckle left your lips as you also imagined the idea, shaking your head. “Oh god..”

“I know… why’d you come? If you claim you don’t talk to many people, why come to a place full of them?”

If any other person asked that question, that probably would’ve been the end of the conversation. But since Miguel seemed genuinely interested, you just shook your head with a sigh.

“My friend dragged me here because I failed my test… so she wanted to celebrate my efforts” You answered truthfully.

“So she decided to celebrate… here?” Miguel chuckled, slightly baffled at the information.

“I know, not really the greatest choice, but… I appreciate the thought, at least… she’s really the only one I talk to” You responded with a slight chuckle.

Miguel hummed and nodded his head, suddenly feeling something touch your hand. You looked down to see his hand slowly intertwining with yours, a bright blush forming on your face. You look back up at Miguel and see the soft look remaining on his face, a tint on his cheeks as well.

“That can change… if you want it to” Miguel spoke quietly, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles as he moved closer to you.

A warm bubbly feeling emerged inside your stomach, looking up at him with flushed cheeks as your heart pounded quicker. Nobody ever cared like Miguel did, and it surprised you. It was almost… comforting.

You nodded slowly as your breath grew shaky, feeling the tension rise between the both of you. Miguel could sense it, moving a strand of your hair out of your face and giving you a small smile.

“I’d like that…” You finally answered, feeling yourself drift closer to him.

Miguel noticed your sudden draw to him, slowly leaning in as well. He didn’t rush anything, he just let everything happen naturally and didn’t force you to do a thing. After a few more moments of the two of you leaning in, your lips found his in a soft kiss. Miguel cupped your face with one hand and wrapped the other arm around your waist, following your pace as he kissed you back.

A wave of something else came through and took over the both of you, Miguel’s kisses slowly growing more passionate. A quiet sigh fell from your lips as you melted in his grasp, tongues touching each other as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Before his hands began to wander, he gently pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath before speaking.

“Are you okay with me…?” Miguel’s breath falters as he shudders, lips ghosting over yours.

When it registers to you what he’s asking for, you nod your head quietly and place a soft kiss to his lips, “Go ahead, Miguel…”

As soon as you give him the okay, you quietly gasped as you felt his hand gently massage your ass. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, his other hand wandering down to your hip and leaning you up against the wall, earning a moan out of you. Miguel removed his lips from your mouth to cover your neck with kisses, your head tilting back as the contact of his warmth sent chills through your body. The wetness between your legs only grew more and more as he spoiled you with his mouth.

Soft and gentle moans filled the small closet as Miguel touched you, his hands moving up to focus on your breasts. His hands caressed and squeezed your clothed breasts, a low moan escaping Miguel’s mouth. Your teeth tugged down on your bottom lip, eyes rolling back as he sucked the skin on your neck. With each moan and whimper you let out, it only drove Miguel crazier by the second.

Suddenly, you felt Miguel’s hand move up your thigh and in between your legs, his fingers gently rubbing your clothed clit. The contact made you let out a breathy moan, finding his lips in a hungry kiss as his hand continued to work delicately on the ball of nerves. Your hand tugged on his hair as your other hand clawed at his shoulder, kisses growing hotter as you felt the butterflies in your lower stomach.

“Miguel…” You moaned out in between kisses, becoming even more soaked under his touch.

Miguel let out a shaky breath as he heard the sound of you moaning his name, unraveling something inside of him. He couldn’t wait anymore, he had to please you. How could he not with the way you were being so sweet underneath him?

“Fuck, sweetheart…” Miguel groaned, his hand moving to dip inside your panties and feeling your wet arousal.

The warmness of his fingers finally touching your pussy made you drown in ecstasy, hands wandering wherever they could as he pleased you with his own. His fingertips rubbing right against your exposed nub made your legs tremble from underneath you, clinging onto Miguel for dear life so you wouldn’t collapse. His head moved away from your neck to meet your lips again, his lips muffling your surprised moan when one of his thick fingers slips into your pussy with ease.

“Aah~! M-“ You tried to speak Miguel’s name, but get cut off from his kiss once more.

“Shhh, está bien, princesa. Déjame cuidarte” Miguel hushed lowly, moving his finger slowly in and out of your soaking cunt.

Your moans came out as needy whimpers as Miguel’s thick finger shoved back deep inside of you, kissing his hot lips eagerly with each thrust. Any kind of plead you made came out incoherently, babbling over and over again. Miguel clicked his tongue and slid his finger out of your pussy, now soaked with your juices. A shudder escaped you as the soaked finger moved up to your clit, whimpering at the loss of Miguel’s thick finger.

“Please-“ You cried, brows furrowed together in desperate pleasure.

Miguel just chuckled at your attempt to speak, placing a kiss to your raw lips, “Please what? Go ahead, bebita, ask me.”

“Fuck~ Miguel- I- I want.. both fingers inside me…” You stuttered out, gasping softly as Miguel gently rubbed your clit with his soaked fingers.

Miguel cooed and placed sweet kisses to your lips and cheeks, moving to whisper in your ear, “Good girl..”

A breathy moan left you as he praised you, feeling his fingers move down and slowly fill your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure and began to grind your hips against his hand, his tongue entering your mouth in a heated kiss. His fingers curl rapidly against your g-spot, making your lower stomach flutter and your legs quiver. Your sweet moans and cries only turned Miguel on more and more, his tongue trailing down your neck and nibbling on the soft skin. The wet clicks of his fingers moving in and out of your pussy filled the tight closet, the air being filled by the smell of sex pairing with both of your moans.

“There-! Oh, Miguel~!” You mewled, breath growing quicker as his fingers fucked you senseless.

Seeing you completely weak in his arms motivated Miguel to make you cum like it was his mission, making sure to switch between his two fingers and rubbing your clit with his thumb. The combination made the knot in your stomach grow tighter, feeling your whole body tremble as you kissed Miguel passionately. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of your walls squeezing his fingers, the lewd sounds only growing louder as he helped you chase for your orgasm. Your face buried into the crook of his neck as you felt the coil in your stomach burst, moaning desperately.

“Fuck, I’m-!“ You whimpered, trying to warn Miguel only after it was too late.

“That’s it, cum for me~ Cum all over my fingers~” Miguel growled, feeling your pussy squeeze his fingers and your legs shake vigorously.

You let out a series of pleasured cries against Miguel’s neck, cumming on his fingers and collapsing in his arms. He catches you with his free arm, continuing to mutter praises about your pussy as he drags out your orgasm. You let out broken moans at his praises, becoming slightly overstimulated from his thick fingers deep inside your sopping pussy.

“Miiguelll-!” You whined, hitting your palms against his chest to try and signal him.

Miguel panted and finally stopped as you told him to, catching his breath and carefully slipping his fingers out of you. A relieved moan left your red lips as he held you close, pressing kisses to your temple and down to your mouth. You kissed him back and parted from him to catch your own breath, cupping his face with your shaky hands. The two of you stood in that closet for a few moments, trying to regain composure before saying a word. After some time, Miguel leaned in to give you a soft and passionate kiss.

“Are you okay?” Miguel asked quietly after pulling away, his hands wrapped around your waist.

You nod up at him and place a kiss to his cheek, a small smile resting on your lips, “Mhm..”

Miguel smiles softly at you and begins to gently grind his hips against yours, the smile on your lips forming into a small ‘o’ as you moan quietly. Before Miguel could say anything else, you heard the voice of someone calling your name. Your eyes widened slightly as you recognized it was Christine’s voice, Miguel moving away to help you with your dress. As he got the idea to ask how he would be able to talk to you again, you quickly stumbled out of the closet to look for your roommate, hoping she wouldn’t see your flustered face.

He regretted not being able to get some sort of contact from you, letting out a sigh as he just stood alone in the small closet. Miguel looked down at his hand and noticed some of your slick was still on his fingers, raising it up to his mouth and licking it clean. A quiet groan left him as he tasted your arousal, wishing he could’ve buried his warm cock inside of you…

But surely, Miguel would see you around campus… right?

#atsv miguel #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #miguel atsv #across the spiderverse

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hughessdemon · 11 months

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F1 x HOCKEY || did y’all see that ? . Y/N driver x Jack Hughes au

A/N : I might give Y/N her name soon so if y’all have recommendations send them now !!

BREAKIG NEWS !!! y/n ex Jack Hughes center and alternate captain of the NJ devils hockey team spotted at the paddocks of Mclaren along with his two best friends Anaheim Duck , Trevor Zegras and Montreal Canadian , Cole Caufield . Jack in town to support Y/N today or here to watch the game for fun ?

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- when I heard Jack was at the paddocks of Mclaren with Z and C , my mind went blank as I walking the longer way to avoid the media and Mclaren pad . Why is he here was going wild in my head , he never showed interest in Motorsports really none of them did since you were kids - it seemed to bug but you noticed he got his tooth fixed , chuckling at the idea of him being there , you needed to put on your professional behavior and and get ready for qualifying today especially… against Mad Max even though he’s gonna get to p1 anyways .

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“Hey you Ferrari girl !!” You heard Gasly calling you out as he was entering the Ferrari garage , giving you a head pat as you went in to give Kika a big hug welcoming her to the Ferrari pads ~ you might’ve been the youngest being born in 02 but they always treated you well and protected from the horrendous things on media days , enemies on tracks but family off track is a way you can describe it .

they’re always there especially Charles and Carlos and Pierre , you were most close to them you saw them as your brothers in cars. Your brothers were in NHL they had no idea what it was like being in Motorsport especially one that’s more dominated by men …. They never really cared about your passion growing up so you weren’t close to them at all . Quinn was friends with your older brother Bryan and Luke was your best friend in middle school but ever since you moved out to Miami for the tracks and traveling you got to barely speak to him , seeing him through his social media was a way . Not to mention you dated Jack from 8th grade up to 11th grade then again from 2020-2021 as you both reconnected… you broke up due to him not actually caring for you and schedules as you were never off season for summer like him . But to see him become the Center and Captain for his team suprised you despite his poor attitude and lack of understanding people .

— the qualification was postponed for a bit due to the heavy rain, they were preparing to change tires for the wet tires . Changing gears as well , as you were about to walk away to your car, you saw Jack standing up on the paddock looking down at your number 43 - his half number …. you carried that numbers as it was both good luck to you guys - getting situated in the car wasn’t hard like the first few times during winter test when the car was so bad , it was unexplainable painful to ride , Jack running through your mind still , he never was at your games like you were - you had show off today for once .

1.2.3 red lights off and go !!!

you were right behind max , you had no issues with max but with Hamilton trying to overtake you was pushing you to the point , you pass overtook max 💀- it just qualification you didn’t budge because you probably wouldn’t win against max after that 😗-

“Congratulations lil red !!” Riccardo patting up your back , smiling at you making it less terrifying to face Max right now , you might be not be racing him this year, but you were happy for him and his mental state he seemed much better . Talking a bit to Daniel you were being called back to the pads for interviews along with Charles strutting behind you - you saw Lance with Z and the hockey boys , it all made sense ofc they were friends with Lance … Lance mf stroll , rolling your eyes as Max greets you with a ball coming straight at you . Definitely a way to seek revenge max …. bet , so you chased him into the pads ..

few hours later …..

- you were back at the hotel with Lewis , yes Lewis , you heard me right . We both had an on and off relationship for the past two years … it’s complicated especially with our age gap but end of the day we both know we have each other and understandingly feel calm in the presence of each other’s arms . Tommorow is the big day , not wanting to do anything tonight more , you both ended up falling asleep early , with the bogus of being woken up at 6 am the next morning. ———-

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taylormarieee · 6 months

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you got me thinking about stepdad!rick scoffing and rolling his eyes every time he sees you prance around alexandria in that thin and flimsy dress of yours. waiting, hoping your mother goes out for lunch with deanna again... so he can watch you get drunk on his cock 💗😁

OMGGGGFHDHDJHS!!!! Yea uhm this is the sluttiest request I've ever gotten and I love the way you think. Send more plsss i'm on my knees 🧎🏽‍♀️

Rick watches as you walk around in you pretty blue spaghetti strap sundress. He clenches his jaw and he balls his hands into fists at his side.

He hates when you prance around like that all sexy and delicious. He knows that you know he is watching other wise you wouldn't be swaying your hips that way.

You give him a quick glance, smirking at him because you know what your doing.

You know all the right ways to push his buttons. Your hot stepdad. He knows he can't have you but how can he fight off those dirty thoughts he has when he sees you looking like this.

You in these cute outfits constantly taunting him and keeping him awake at night. Constantly keeping his cock stirring and aching.

Constantly making him wish it was your pussy wrapped around his cock instead of your mother's.

Constantly wish it was you screaming his name. He is awoken out of his dirty thoughts by his wife.

"Hey hun. I'm going to be going to Deanna's for about an hour or so for a quick lunch date ok? So make sure our daughter doesn't do anything stupid, please?" His wife asks with her hand placed on his arm.

"Y-Yea sure, hunny. See you later." He responds still staring at you walk up the porch stairs of your shared house.

"Bye honey, I'm going to be at Deanna's for a little while, don't give Rick a hard time ok?" Your mother pleads with you.

"Ok mom, I promise I won't." You say smirking at Rick from across the room. You were so going to give him a hard time.

Your Mom walks out the door and you walk up the stairs, not even acknowledging Rick staring at you.

You make sure to poke your ass out while walking up the stairs. That makes Rick clench his jaw so tight it might break.

He quickly rushes up the stairs grabbing you by your waist and shoving you in the nearest bedroom that so happened to be yours.

Without saying a word he smashes his lips against yours before ripping off your sundress from your body.

His hands run down your body while his lips attack your neck. He throws you on the bed and starts to remove his belt from his waist before sliding his pants down.

He climbs on top of you and pushes your cute pink panties to the side and slowly slides his length inside you.

"Fuck Mama, your so tight." He groans out into your neck. You hands claw at his back, sure to leave marks for his wife and your mother to question.

You cry out as his cock reaches deep inside you. Your mind all fogged up by the pleasure you step dad's cock is giving you.

No boy has ever been able to make you feel like this. 'God he is so big' you thought.

"Oh fuck Rick! Please make me cum! Ugh cum inside me!" Your mumbling incoherent words now. Your mind completely fading away as his cock makes you feel dizzy.

He brought you to heaven, literally. He always made you feel things no one else could. No matter how hard they could try.

"Aww what's wrong mama, your drunk off my cock already?" He teases. "This is what you get for teasing me all day." He responds keeping his ruthless pace.

"Ohhh R-Rick, I need you! I-I'm sorry! Please let me cum!" You cry out, begging for the release you feel about to rip through you.

"Go ahead my love, cum for me. You've been a good girl." He rewards. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm rips through your body.

Pleasure coursing through your veins. You scream out as you cling to Rick, shaking in his arms.

Shortly after, ricks hips stutter and get sloppy before he releases his seed inside of you.

"Fuckkk!" He moans. You both lay there breathless trying to fully process everything.

You really did love teasing your step dad if this is how it would end...

@sinsandsweetness @versatilehater @catt-leya @carlsdarling @murdadixon

#versatilehater<33 #Taylormarieewrites<3 #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #Step!dad!Rick Grimes #rick grimes smut #rick grimes fanfiction

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polydeuces · 6 months

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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫: 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨.

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 !

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therealy/n: i need him. badly.

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user19: uh babe.. which one???

noahkahanmusic: i understand, twisty can get it

laufey: HELLO!!??

phobymo: Why Norman reedus tho LMAOO love him but why

user922: He’s just so silly I love him

user58: his hands omg 🧎🏽‍♀️

alexachung: Y/n… delete this

⤷ devonleecarlson: no let her be proud of her man that ain’t her man

Nah cause Norman is such a nice guy

⤷ frrr he’s so sweet!!

fingermonkey: omg please keep the celeb crush to the groupchat! are you drunk?? i will come get you.

As the morning sun streamed through the curtains, she groggily opened her eyes, her head throbbing with the unmistakable aftermath of a wild night. As she fumbled for her phone, a wave of confusion washed over her. Scrolling through her Instagram feed, she was met with the shocking sight of a picture – a picture of her celebrity crush.

A mix of embarrassment and laughter bubbled within her as she hastily scrolled past the evidence of her tipsy escapade. However, her bleary eyes widened when she noticed a new message notification from an all too familiar username. A jolt of surprise coursed through her as she realized it was none other than her celebrity crush himself.

As the fog of the hangover began to clear, a blend of embarrassment and nerves settled in. Little did she know, this unexpected interaction would lead to a series of messages that would turn her ordinary morning into an extraordinary journey of unexpected connections and newfound possibilities.

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fingermonkey: y/n right now vs the image on her laptop 😫

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fan394: not her comfy and cozy looking at her shrine of celeb crushes bro

plazadeaubrey: spotted in her natural habitat- bed, pjs, stalking celebrities

user193: this is so me

filthymouthcreative: i understand her tho

user94: oh fuck

#fake instagram #social media au #celebrityinstagram #y/n instagram #y/n smau #famous reader #saturns masterpiece #norman reedus #norman reedus x reader #norman Reedus x fem reader #fanfic #norman reedus fake instagram #norman reedus smut #norman reedus fluff

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nymphomatique · 7 months

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You have awoken something in me with Nerd!Miguel, like before I could only see him as a dom but now, SUBBY MIGUEL SUPREME 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️ ‼️

Got me thinking, how he would geek out on some things 🥹. Like watching a specific movie or show thats part of a book series, etc, that he really likes and gets the reader to watch with him and the whole time, he’s all smiley and blushing cause he can share this part of him with her. Makes me melt eternally.

I just need this man to be real so I can get a piece of him and treat him right 💔💔

he’s sooo me showing the bad bitches his special interests

#you’ve got mail💌

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munsonology · 7 months

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Just saw that anime nunny pic and thought if eddie is being a pest, her squirting her breast milk at him like water gun warfare

Imagine it getting to the point where she was like "no" and squirts him like a cat with a spray bottle and hes like "for god sake will you stop that" 😭😭

On my god bestie 😭😭 what if it’s one of the side effects of being pregnant with that demon baby 🧎🏽‍♀️Eddie loves suckling on her teet but he hates how unpredictable her temporary abilities are.

“No boob for you! I’m mad at you!”

Nunny pushes past him to the bathroom to finish her nighttime routine, robe trailing behind her. Eddie follows behind her. He watches from the doorway of her struggling to reach her toothbrush with her stomach so big.

“Baby, I didn’t mean too—”

“You asked the priest if our son could be baptized with the book of Lucifer!”

Eddie couldn’t help but hide his smile. She was going on and on, running that mouth he wants to fill. She was so cute when mad at him. Flinging her arms in the air, her robe slipped off her shoulder, and fuck she had the perfect nipples. Her breasts had grown heavy with the pregnancy and he couldn’t get enough of playing with them. His cock stirred seeing a bit of milk drip from her nipple.

He looked up from her tits to see her angrily staring at him. Her hand wrapped around her tit.

“Here! Since this is all you seem to care about!”

She squeezed her tit, milk shot out of her nipple and right to his face.

“Hey!”

“That’s for not listening just now!”

She shot at him again. When did she become the lebron james of tit milk?

“Ok that’s enough—for god sake will you stop that! Nunny!”

“Oh, so you do listen! The next time you want to bring your father up in a fucking church I’ll impale you on his pitchfork myself!”

“…he doesn’t have—”

Nunny rushed over to him and pushes Eddie out the doorway. He lands on their bed, surprise on his face and a cock harder than it’s ever been. In the mirror, he can see her reflection. Her skin is red, horns protrude from her head, and teeth sharp. A startling contrast to the Nunny right in front of him.

“Sleep on the couch tonight,” she said darkly. “If you know what’s good for you.”

“What if you need help, baby? You’re not feeling yourself.”

“Then I’ll ask one of your hounds.”

“You don’t speak their language!”

“The baby does. He’ll translate.”

Nunny hastily tightens her robe around her and slips her feet in her crocs. “It’s late, where are you going?!”

“To the church! Is that ok with you?!” Her voice thundered throughout the apartment. He heard the front door slam shut.

You don’t listen, father.

The baby.

“What did you do to your mother?”

Stay away from my mother.

“You little shit, I was here before you.”

And I’ll be here after you. You’re in my world after all.

#sav’s mailroom #savs anon’s #munsonology’s eddieverse #fem reader #sav’s multiverse of eddie’s #nunny #nun!reader #Eddie and nunny #munsonology’s biker!eddie #biker!eddie munson #biker!eddie #biker!eddie and nun!reader

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Huiii!!! :))) I really have so many ideas for u but I’m sure you have so much but this has been sneaking up into my head lately but could you write something about Gamer Yunho !! 🧎🏽‍♀️ something about that side of him really turns me on. 🤦🏽‍♀️

a/n: i am so mad right now bc i cannot find a gamer!yunho pic 😭 he should really post some of it, cuz we all know how that would break us all 🙈

Okay imagine this...

Jeong Yunho sitting on the carpeted floor, crossed leg, slightly hunched over while his eyes are completely focused on the large tv screen.

He's wearing an oversized shirt, loosely hanging over his lean figure that had his collar bones showing (don't we all wish to bite that, no?). Jersey shorts that are showing a good amount of his thigh skin.

We all love pain, do we?

Watching him knot his brows, squint his eyes and bite his lips unconsciously is undeniably hot.

So what do you do?

Approach him. Seduce him. Get him all hot and bothered that he won't be able to deny you.

"Yunho, baby." you tried catching his attention to no avail, so you gave it a shot once more, but when he really can't take his eyes off the monitor, you have to go beyond greater lengths.

Thus, you stood up from the sofa, standing right in his peripheral vision.

And what did you do?

"Gosh, it's so hot." you mused, haphazardly removing your t-shirt and throwing it on the floor, that certainly caught Yunho's attention. His eyes widening at your display of skin, pupils roaming to your exposed backside.

"Oh no." you feigned a gasp, "Now it's cold."

You picked up one of Yunho's hoodie that was plainly lying there, making sure to pop your ass out for him to see.

Your boldness to entice him worked, the game forgotten and the controller he's holding is slowly moving out of his grasp.

Looks like he would be busy with something else.

When you wore his large hoodie, you were suddenly trapped between the wall and a body. His presence looming over you, darkened orbs glinting as if to say, "You just made the worst mistake of your life."

"What do you think you're doing?" he whispered, his face inching towards your own.

"Can't you see?" you challenged, "I wanted some relief."

That's it. The tipping point for Yunho's sanity and rationality.

You wanted relief, he'll give it to you in many, unique ways.

First, he'll kiss the heck out of you. Second, he'll lick every nook and cranny of your body. Third, fuck the hell out of you.

For real tho, he'll tell you to approach him straightforwardly if you need anything, even if he's playing.

So onwards, whenever he's in his gamer mode, you make sure to sit in between his thicc thighs. Snuggling into his warm chest and watching him play until you get bored and start your own filthy game.

There would be many instances into this, and some of them would be:

Scenario 1:

It always amazed you how his character can do all those complicated steps, then you realize that all of those lies on your boyfriend's skillful fingers that are pushing all the buttons.

It'll make you wonder, what kind of things would those fingers do?

To test it out, you tapped his hand and he immediately paused his game.

"What is it baby?"

"Will you please push my buttons too?"

Your doe eyes and begging tone would snap him so fast that he'll quickly remove your clothing. His digits run from your face, to the valley of your breasts, until it reaches your aching core.

No seconds were wasted as he plunges his fingers in without any hesitation. His pace is monstrous, stilling and curling inside your walls to reach the spot that will sent you to heaven.

Oh, and we should mention the way he fondles your boobs. Gentle to rough, tweaking your nipples and pinches it just enough to elicit a jolt out of your nerves.

And of course, choking.

His gorgeous, humongous hands cut the air through your lungs so right that it heightens your excitement and pleasure without actually hurting you.

He truly knows the creativity he can do with his own hands.

Scenario 2:

He can get angry and frustrated with his games sometimes. Especially when his teammates are idiots or when he's in a losing streak.

You have always wished to help him out, relieve his stress, and get all the negative curses and groans into something positive.

Thus, crawl behind him, massage his shoulders, leave feathery kisses and nibbles all over his neck and he'll be putty in your hands.

The solution you had in mind? Give him a blowjob of course.

"Fucking shit, baby, that feels so good."

The loud moan that he let out was music to your ears, this was what you were waiting for.

You continued to suck him in, your tongue going all over his dick's skin and occasionally licking over the tip like a lollipop. Massaging his balls would also be nice.

The one thing that'll make him cum though? Just make eye contact with him throughout the activity and hum, the vibrations will literally raise goosebumps all over his skin and gosh, it's always much better than the vibrations from his speakers.

Be good to him, and he'll make sure to treat you into something much better.

Scenario 3:

Your favorite among all games, one where patience is tested.

Cockwarming.

No, because he is in a competition with his friends. But really, a stupid bet won't hinder your horny asses.

Still, he needs to win this so he won't pay shit.

So to solve the problem, enter and park. (meaning you'll be on top of him with his shaft inside but you have to stay completely still, riding would come at the right time)

His thick and enormous length is stretching you out so well, you have to behave yet you couldn't help the grinding for some friction from time to time.

Okay, Yunho had enough of your bullshit.

He temporarily focused at you, his hand gripping your head a bit so you'll be able to crane your neck and look at him.

"If you can't stay motionless, even for a god damn thirty minutes, I won't do shit about it but,"

You gulped, giddiness coursing through your whole being at his impending instruction.

"Do the work yourself. Stay muted unless you wanted to give my friends an audio show."

He smirked when he saw your expression, such a slut that you're getting all excited over his idea. And he fucking loves it.

"What are you waiting for then? Bounce, baby."

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angelatmidnight1 · 10 months

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Hi :) hope you’re doing fine!

Are you going to continue give me a reason? With Wraith? If not, then can I request it? 🧎🏽‍♀️

A/N- I'm back and super rusty. I hope these are to your liking! If not I can try to redo it. This part will only include Wraith as I'm trying to get back into the swing of things.

Give Me A Reason- Part 5- Wraith

Tickling others isn’t something that Wraith usually does. After Singh, she found it difficult to trust and connect with others.

She’s been a witness to many Legends’ shenanigans and tickle fights, but it’s not something she participated in, even when prompted.

There was one time where Wraith wanted a quiet night in with her book. Instead, somewhere on the dropship, there was a scream, some lights flickered, and you shortly burst into the room.

You’d startled Wattson good and was on the run. You didn’t account for Renee helping you, but you hurried over to her anyway, a wobbly grin on your face.

“Help me,” you pleaded, constantly peeking behind you for the engineer. “Natalie’s after me. I need to hide.”

Wraith sighed, slowly shaking her head. She looked up from her book with a neutral expression. “What did you do this time?”

But before you could explain, Wattson stormed into the room after you, a playful fury in her eyes. You made a last ditch attempt to run, but she quickly caught up to you.

“Oh non!” she yelled. Her hair was still sticking up from residue static electricity. “You’re not going anywhere!”

That was Wraith’s cue to leave. While you were pinned down and laughing your head off, the voidwalker headed for the exit. That is, until Nat called out to her.

“Hey, do you wanna help, Renee?” Wattson grinned. All the while, her hands jumped from one tickle spot to the other, making you cackle and scream. “It’s fun! Plus, (Y/N) deserves it.”

Wraith waved her hand dismissively. “No thanks,” she answered, chuckling. “I’ll take your word for it.”

After Natalie made you apologize for scaring her, the gears in your head started turning. Did Wraith ever laugh? Sure, you’d hear her chuckle every now and then, but not ever laugh. Hell, even Revenant laughed when he got a kill.

You made it your mission, however unlikely, to make the voidwalker laugh. But, she didn’t make it easy.

Sneaking up on her was impossible. Every time you tried, she’d turn around at the last minute and give you a blank stare. Still, you were determined.

However, after the third failed attempt, Wraith was less than enthused by your efforts. This time, you’d squeezed into a corridor that Pathfinder couldn’t even get his grapple through, trying to get the jump on her. And, without much of a surprise, you were stuck.

“(Y/N), really? Again?” Wraith groaned. She pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. “I already knew you were in here. I just didn’t expect you to try and go through there.”

You gave her a sheepish smile. You would’ve shrugged your shoulders too, but your arms were stuck. “Alright, alright. Guilty as charged. I won’t try to scare you anymore,” you said, snickering. “But uh, could you help me get out of here? I’m, well, stuck.”

Renee debated on leaving you to your fate. She ultimately decided that the least she could do was help you out of your own mistake. Without another word, she stepped forward and grabbed your hips, pulling you forward.

The way her thumbs pressed into your skin tickled, and as much as you tried to keep it together, you fidgeted out of her hold.

Renee wasn’t deterred. She gently grabbed your sides instead, making you squeak. This made her chuckle. “Huh, so Nat was right, you are really sensitive..”

Your face flushed immediately. This wasn’t what you had in mind when you’d come up with the idea to make her laugh. In fact, this was the exact opposite of what you’d planned!

“I--well, okahay--you’re still gonna help me, right?” You stammered, blinking up at the voidwalker. She nodded, but that slight smirk made you nervous.

“Yeah, I will. Just…try and hold still, okay?”

For someone who has very little tickling experience, Renee is quite good at it. She has a gentle touch that somehow works its way through every ticklish nerve.

She’s on the quieter side as far as ‘lers go, but that subtle, amused smirk is plenty flustering on its own. Whatever she does say comes out in a low whisper.

By the time you’re laughing, she honestly could’ve gotten you out ages ago. She was just amused by your squeaks and giggles. “There we go,” she said after you were freed. “You should be good now. But next time, don’t try to squeeze into a space that small.”

You listened to her…mostly. But over time, as you got closer to the voidwalker, you couldn’t help but to mess with her again.

You couldn’t help it; the scarf was right there, completely unattended. Wraith only put it down for a moment while she changed into more casual clothing.

You picked it up and looped it around your neck, marveling at its softness, only to turn around and see the voidwalker standing there.

“What are you doing with my scarf, (Y/N)?”

You faltered, tripping over your own words only to jokingly say that you were cold. Wraith rolled her eyes without malice.

“Alright, hand it—”

And you were gone. You engaged someone who could literally cut through realities in an all-out chase. Not a great move for you, but a great one for her.

Renee let you get a head start, letting you think that you were in the clear, only to literally materialize next to you and drag you through the portal with her.

The last thing you heard was a quiet, satisfied “Caught you~” before the room was filled with the sound of your own laughter.

Wraith never guessed that she’d participate in these softer moments with the other Legends in any reality. The world’s that she’s used to are often dark and cold. But maybe with the right push, Renee’s able to take the lighter path.

#apex legends tickle head canons #apex legends #wraith apex legends #renee blasey #renee blasey apex legends #ticklish!reader #lee!reader #ler!wraith #wraith x reader #renee blasey x reader #Wraith apex

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finelinevogue · 2 years

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idk if youre still taking requests, if not, feel free to ignore this but

imagine going on a summer picnic date with harry 😔 having cute matching outfits ☹️ taking cute polaroid pics of each other 💔 feeding each other food 😕 him praising your cooking skills and vice versa 🫡 cuddling each other when you’re done eating 😰

i need to lie down 🧎🏽‍♀️ 😔

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The fields extended for miles.

You and Harry had come out to the fields just past the motorway, by your house, so you could have a picnic in peace. This was one of your favourite spots together. A place where you could both be free and yourselves, together. To stargaze and cloud watch and pick pretty flowers in the meadows together.

It was a hot summers day and it was a perfect excuse to run away to the top of this field and just do nothing, but have a picnic and be together.

The view stretched for miles. You could see the motorway that you’d driven on to get here. You could see the Lake District mountains in the distance. You couldn’t spot a single cloud, the skies instead being a beautiful blue. It was a perfect day to tan and catch some healthy rays.

You were wearing a white sundress ( * ) with your Birkenstocks and Harry was wearing a cream cotton set, shorts and an over-shirt, with a tank underneath. Both of you looked cottage-core perfect and felt like a very matching couple today.

“Hey!” You shouted, as Harry stole your straw woven hat off your head.

You were both laying down on the red checkered picnic blanket. Harry lay on his side, propped up on his arm, whilst you were laying on your front, your face closest to him.

He placed the hat on top of his head and chuckled at your putting expression. “Then don’t be mean if you don’t want me to be mean back.”

“I wasn’t being mean.” You sighed.

“You said I had a grey hair. So now I’m covering it up.” He grumbled, picking at the strawberries in the pot in front of him.

“I never said that was a bad thing. I like me an older man, anyways.” You teased, catching his face with your eyes and urging him to lean down as you were leaning up.

Your lips softly touched his, a tiny smacking nose sounding when you broke apart.

“You’re lucky you’re cute and taste like strawberries.” He smiled, pecking your delicious lips for another time before giving you your hat back. You smiled and Harry knew that he’d done the right thing, because that smile was worth more than hiding a grey hair. Especially when he knew you’d love him regardless.

You hummed at him and kept your eyes on his. Both of you not saying anything, but simply looking at each other. It silently turned into a staring contest and you tried your best not to smile as his lips turned upwards. His eyes were so pretty that you could look at them all day. Before you could win, Harry leaned down and gave you another kiss to your lips and it made you blink.

“I won.” As he pulled back he spoke.

“You cheated.” You giggled, tipping your hat back slightly so you could see him better.

“There were no rules set, baby.” He leaned forwards and kissed your nose softly. You could never be mad at him. “Plus, I couldn’t not kiss you when you’re looking this pretty.”

“You think?”

“Art gallery worthy.” He spoke quietly, even though it was just the two of you. He didn’t want his words to be carried in the wind away from you both.

“Harry…” You dipped your head, blushing.

“I’m going to take a picture of you.” He said, causing you to lift your head. He smiled when you saw your pursed lips and squinting eyes. You knew, though, that there was no changing his mind so you agreed.

“Where’d you want me?” You asked and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Not like that, y’knob.” You pushed his chest and he toppled over on his back laughing and it made you laugh yourself.

“Anywhere.” He said once he’d stopped laughing, before sitting up and collecting the items he would need for taking photos.

Harry was an avid photographer in his spare him, which most people could guess but a lot of people didn’t realise just how much. It was a genuine hobby and a lot of the photos and artwork up in your house had been captured and edited by Harry himself. He invested in good quality camera equipment and made sure all his photos of you were taken on his best quality camera.

Once he was set up, he started taking candid photos of you. Ones where you were laughing at something he had said and others of you smiling simply because you are so happy. Some of you eating the strawberries and others of you holding out the fruit as if to gift it to Harry. He took a few of you laying on your back pretending to cloud watch, before taking some of you walking around the flowery fields and collecting pretty flowers between your fingers. A butterfly even landed on your finger at one point and the way your eyes lit up was not even camera worthy.

“Got your fix yet?” You asked, twirling around in your summers dress and holding onto your hat so that it didn’t fall off.

“Never when it comes to you.” He smiled behind his camera.

You both took some together too, setting up self timers so that they looked a little more candid.

Some photos were of you and Harry pretending to walk off across the flowery field. Others included you and Harry laughing and smiling with each other. There was a few where you were happily kissing each other and wrapped in each others arms. A few where you were sat again at the picnic blanket and feeding each other food, making a mess with the juicy fruits. Harry complained that he was sticky at one point, so there was a couple of photos of you sucking the juice off his fingers.

The photos were going to be happy memories to look back on, just like the day was to live through.

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