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cameronspecial · 7 months

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Saw your post asking for Zach Maclaren request so here I am!

What about reader getting run over by the car instead of Zach and she looses her memory kinda like the movie but reversed? She thinks Zach is her bf cause she has a bf named Zach but he’s an asshole.

The Other Zach

Pairing: Zach MacLaren x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and Getting Hit By A Car

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.2K

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Yet another argument with her boyfriend. Yet another time she is walking home upset. Even worse, it’s three in the afternoon so everyone on the street can watch her sad walk home. She feels like everyone around her is staring, judging her for staying with such a dick. As she walks across the parking lot with her head in the clouds, a soccer ball comes rolling toward her. Y/N’s eyes dart up to see Zach MacLaren walking over to her with a big smile, pointing down at the ball to ask her to send it over. She bends down to pick it up, but as she starts to straighten out, a sudden force from behind her sends her head smashing to the pavement.

Zach watches the whole thing happen before his very eyes. He screams at his sister’s soccer team to stay there and runs to make sure the driver doesn’t try to keep reversing over Y/N. Everyone knew her. She works at the cafe on campus and is known to brighten everyone’s day. Once the driver knows he hit someone and is on the phone with the dispatcher, Zach goes to check on Y/N. She is out cold and this causes him to panic. He checks for a pulse. Relief floods him when he finds one and it is only a matter of her waking up. Her eyes flutter open and her vision is blurry. There is a face over her that she can’t make out. “My name is Zach,” she overhears the unidentifiable face. Her boyfriend. He must have gone after her to apologize. She starts to see more clearly and she wraps her arms around his neck. Her lips try to find him, but he pulls away. “Hey, take it easy. You got hit pretty hard in the noggin,” he advises, looking up at the sound of the ambulance.

——

The paramedics are about to take Y/N away, but she stops them from taking her. She looks at Zack, “Aren’t you going to come with me?.” He looks at her and his heart is pulling him to enter the vehicle, but he doesn’t feel it is right. He has no relation to her in any way. The paramedic counsels it might be better if he comes to help keep her calm and now, he feels he has no choice. “Of course, I just need to make sure an adult can stay with my soccer team. I’ll be right back,” he informs. He heads over to the field’s sidelines, talking to one of the waiting moms about what happened. He is reassured that she will make sure all the kids get home safely, so he heads back to the ambulance.

After the doctor does his assessment, Zach and Y/N learn she has a concussion and probably amnesia. Zach could definitely a test to the last part since she seems to think he is her boyfriend. “Sweetie, what happened are you okay?” an older woman, who looks like Y/N, frets, rushing to her. Zach assumes this is Y/N’s mom and goes in to reassure her, “She has a mild concussion and amnesia.” The man with the mother raises his eyebrow. “And are you her doctor?” he questions. Zach shakes his head, “No, I’m Zach. I was with her when she got hit by the car.” The man nods and her mother’s eyes light up. “So you’re the boyfriend. It is so nice to meet you, I’m Kim and this is Gary. We are Y/N’s parents. She’s told us so much about you,” Kim introduces. Y/N goes on to complain, “Way to keep it cool, Mom.” “I’m sorry, Sweetie. But he is so cute and seems nice,” Kim apologizes. Zach feels strange about just letting the family believe he is actually Y/N’s boyfriend, but there isn’t exactly a good time to say that while in the hospital. The doctor returns to speak with her parent, so Zach excuses himself to call someone for advice.

“Guess where I am,” he whispers into the phone. Zoey checks the time, “Coaching your sister’s soccer practice?” “No. I’m at the hospital,” he replies. She sits up from her lying position on the couch, “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m fine. It’s just that Y/N Y/L/N got hit by a car. Now, she and her whole family think I am her boyfriend.”

“Elle says she is dating a Zach. Zach Davis. He’s the captain of the hockey team. She just sent you his Insta.”

While Zach scrolls through the other Zach’s profile, the doctor catches his attention. “Oh, and Mr. Boyfriend. Make sure she stays calm. We wouldn’t want anything stressing her out and making her conduction worse,” she instructs before walking off. Zach groans into the phone, “What am I supposed to do if I can’t stress her out?” “Okay, calm down. Just take her parents aside and let them break the news to her,” Zoey explains. Calm washes over his face, “Yes, that’s a great idea. You are one smart cookie, Zoey Miller.” They bid their goodbyes and he heads back to the Y/L/Ns.

“Zach, you’re back. We were just talking about you. How would you like to come over for dinner tonight?” Kim asks, helping Y/N sit up so she can get ready to be discharged. It’s like the perfect opportunity falls into his lap.

——

He walks into the Y/L/N’s residence, helping Y/N onto the couch. “Your parents have a nice house,” he looks around the room. As soon as they are settled on the couch, a little boy pops up from behind the couch with a scream. A man a little bit older than Zach sets himself on the chair beside the couch. “Connor, don’t scare her. She has a concussion,” he chides the younger boy. Y/N sighs, “Zach, this is my little brother, Connor. And my older brother, uhh…” “Jared. His name is Jared,” Connor offers with a devious smile. Y/N nods, “Right, Jared. This is my older brother, Jared.” Zach sees Connor’s giggles and leans towards her, “I think he is messing with you, Baby.” “Oh. I think you are right,” she rubs her forehead, trying to remember her brother’s name. “Jack. His name is Jack.” Jack lets out a cheer and holds out his hand for Zach to take.

Soon, dinner is served and Zach sits beside Y/N. As Connor is recounting his day, Y/N goes to whisper in his ear, “Thank you for keeping up with my strange family. I know you didn’t want to meet them, but it means a lot that you are here.” Zach feels bad at the words she says. Why wouldn’t her real boyfriend want to meet her family? They are so kind and funny. And Y/N is amazing. Even with a concussion, she is so bright and genuine. He has always had a little bit of a crush on her, ever since she gave him a coffee on the house when she saw he was having a hard day. She wrote his name with a happy face and little hearts, which made his day. Sometimes he finds himself going where she works just to see her smile.

“No problem. I think your family is great,” he says, looking at her with a smile. She grins back at him and slides her fingers through his hand on his lap. “Well, if you think we are so great, why don’t you come skiing with us this weekend?” Gary suggests, overhearing the whispers between his daughter and her (not) boyfriend. Zach knows the words about to come out of his mouth shouldn’t be the ones that follow, but he really does like her family and he wants to get the opportunity to get to know her better. He knows it is wrong to take Y/N’s moment of confusion and to take it as a chance to fill his delusion. However, he really doesn’t see any harm in pretending for the weekend.

——

“Are you sure you don’t want to hit the slopes? You don’t have to stay behind just for me,” Y/N double-checks, looking at him behind the couch. He sits on the back of the couch and lets himself flop back on the seat cushion. He nods, “Yep. I think it would be nice to hang out with you.” “Really? Well, I’m a very busy gal, I have to check my schedule,” she teases, taking out her phone to look at her calendar. “Oh, look at that the only thing I have planned is to have a concussion. I guess we can hang out.” He grins at her and sits up, scooting closer to her. She scoots over to sit beside him, putting herself under his arms, which makes him happy. “What should we do?” he inquires, looking down at her with a smile. She plays at putting thought into it and drags him to the game room.

They head over to the air hockey table, but she notices Zach’s gaze toward the foosball table. “We can play foosball if you’d like. I just thought you would like air hockey more since you are on the team,” she explains, changing way toward the other table. Zach has to quickly cover his tracks, “Uh, yeah. I do like hockey, but I’m better at foosball than air hockey.”

The game they play fills the room with laughter. Zach would yell at her for cheating by spinning her knob, while she would argue she is just using her tools to her advantage. After her last spin causes the tiny ball to sail through the hole for the goal, Zach runs around to her side and picks her up by the waist. “That is the last time you cheat!” he playfully reprimands. Her laughter stops and her hand flies to her head. She starts to move in a dizzy-like motion with her hand still stuck to her head. “Are you okay? Did I grab you too hard? What can I do?” he worries, removing his hands from her to look into her eyes. The tiny giggles she lets out make him feel like she is evil, “I’m just playing with you. I’m sorry. But you can make us something to eat. I can’t use any screens and I have absolutely no recipes memorized.”

——

She watched him in amazement as he made the pizza. She found it incredibly hot to watch him toss the pizza dough in the air. He flicked a little flour at her and she ran away with a shriek. After getting the pizza out of the oven, he helps her up onto the counter and cuts the food. She takes the first bite and the moan she lets out absolutely kills Zach. He finds the pizza held out in front of his mouth, taking a bite at her encouragement. He really hopes the food hides his blush. “This tastes great! Where did you learn how to cook?” she praises, going in for another bite. His blush deepens, “I took lessons as a kid. It was really fun.” Her eyebrows raised. “Really? I always saw you as a more, I will only do hockey because hockey is my life kind of guy.”

“Right, hockey. I love socc- I love so much hockey, but I don’t think hockey is what I’m going to do after graduation.”

“Why not? If you like it so much, why don’t you go pro?”

“I do like it, but let’s be honest, I’m not good enough to get drafted. Truth is I don’t know what I’m going to do after graduation.”

“I haven’t seen you play hockey much or really understand how it is played, but I’m sure that isn’t true. But anyway, if you don’t think hockey is your thing, I think opening a pizza place is your path. This is great.”

Although she doesn’t know he is talking about soccer, he loves that she can see him passed the athlete and see a different part of him. Most people he knows are just interested in him because of his sport. “So what do you want to do after graduation?” he questions, picking up another slice for himself. Her eyes light up, “I’m not too sure yet. I know I’m a computer science major, but I really just chose it because it can be a useful fallback. I think maybe I want to travel around the world and take pictures.” He is touched that she is so open and honest with her answer. He likes that even though her future seems uncertain, she is still hopeful about it. “That sounds amazing. If you need a travelling partner, then I would gladly go with you. I’m sure you are an amazing photographer,” he encourages. Again, a confused look crosses her face, “I thought you hated going outside of the US. You said that nothing good happens outside of America.” Zach fears that his lies are going to start to unravel. The universe seems to come in for the assist because her family comes back at that moment.

“Hey, you two. What did you do today?” Kim ponders, giving Y/N a kiss on her cheek. She smiles at her mom, “What didn’t we do?” Everyone over the age of eighteen widens their eyes and Zach helps clear things up. “All PG.” Completely missing the moment Connor pats his pockets. “I left my gloves at the lodge. We have to go back,” he panics. Zach jumps off the counter and pats his back, “Don’t worry, Con. Y/N and I can go with you to get it.”

They get to the lodge and Connor runs inside to get his gloves. Zach turns to Y/N to find her making a snowman. “Need some help?” he proposes, walking over to her. She nods with a smile and they get to work on the snowman. She makes the middle part while he forms the bottom and once she is done, she picks it up to bring it to him. She trips over her feet and goes flying toward him. He catches her as he falls back. The snow from her ball smushes between them. They both sit up while laughing. Her hair falls over her face and he brushes it out of the way, leaving his warm hand on her cheek. The sun lightens her hair and this moment feels perfect. He has been avoiding kissing her to not take advantage of her, but it felt right in the moment. His lips find hers and fireworks spark between them. He scoots forward to deepen the kiss, bringing his other hand up to her cheek until Connor comes out and ruins the kiss.

——

The weekend comes to an end too fast for Zach. The group recounts their highlights of the mini-vacation, laughing that Connor’s favourite part was playing Battletoads with Zach. Zach is helping Y/N with her bags when the engine of a car catches their attention. “Y/N Y/L/N, you haven’t been answering my texts,” a low voice growls. Y/N freezes at the voice and turns toward the man. Distress washes over her, “Who are you?” She takes a step closer to Zach and he wants to curl his arms around her to make her feel protected. “Who am I? I’m Zach Davis, your boyfriend,” he shouts with his eyebrow knitted. Now, her family looks confused. “You can’t be her boyfriend because he is her boyfriend,” Gary points out, looking toward Zach. Her real boyfriend lets out a low laugh, “Of course, that bitch is cheating on me. Why am I not surprised?” Anger flushes through Zach.

“Hey! Don’t talk about her like that. She isn’t cheating on you. It’s my fault she isn’t answering your texts; I lied to her. She got hit by a car and lost her memory. My name is also Zach and she thought I was her boyfriend. I didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth,” Zach clarifies. “I’m sorry for lying, Y/N. I just wanted to get to know you and I’m glad I got to because you really are the most amazing person I have ever met. I’m going to go now before I make this more awkward.” Before Zach is out of hearing distance, he can hear Connor complaining that he is better than Y/N’s actual boyfriend. This causes a sad smile to form on Zach’s face.

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It has been weeks since he last saw Y/N. He has been too embarrassed to go back to her parents’ house and only goes to class then back home. Zach is used to being the gossip of the campus because he is on the soccer team, but it feels a little different when people are talking about his deception. Zoey enters his dorm to find Zach watching a cooking show while eating ice cream. “You can’t just stay up here for the rest of your life,” she critiques, opening his curtains. He ignores her gaze, “Yes, I can. She said that I could open a pizza store.” His mind is blank except for thoughts of her. “I know she did. You’ve told me that a hundred times already,” Zoey gives him a tight-lipped smile.

“Why did I have to mess up so badly?”

“Because you were blinded by love. I can’t believe I just said that. But you like her. That’s why.”

“Right, and I had to lie to her, which broke her trust. Now, she is happily off with Zach Davis.”

“You know they broke up, right? Like literally right after the ski trip.”

“Really? Why?”

“That’s only a question that she can answer.”

——

Zach has been thinking about it all day and has decided to go see Y/N. Her bright smile is the first thing he sees when he enters the coffee shop. It makes his heart leap when it doesn’t drop at the sight of him. Instead, it softens, somehow getting warmer. “Hi,” he awkwardly greets, hand shooting up to the back of his neck. She breaths out, “Hey, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. You disappeared on me the other day.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would want to see me after you found out the truth.”

She whispers something to her co-worker and rounds the counter, taking off her apron on the way. She stands in front of him and takes his hand in hers. “I was a little upset at first, but then I realized that I couldn’t be mad at you. Do you want to know why?” she confesses. He nods his head like a child in anticipation. “Cause you are the Zach I want to be with. You helped me realize how much of an asshole Davis was to me. You treated me with so much love and made me feel safe.” Zach is ecstatic at her words and rushes forward to give her the kiss they have both been waiting for. It is soft but passionate, showing the need they both felt for each other. His arms round her body, engulfing her in the safety of his embrace. Zach Maclaren can’t believe he has found love with the girl he has always wanted.

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arachine · 1 year

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— what's going on down there?: a dick analysis

ᥫ᭡ featuring :: jake sully, miles quaritch & norm spellman

ᥫ᭡ includes :: their human forms + avatar forms

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: talking about dicks obviously, explicit sexual content (?), humor lol

ᥫ᭡ note :: if you know anything about arachine, you know i love a good dick analysis. these posts are intended for comedic purposes only, which means they’re not to be taken seriously.

— jake “ima slut you out” sully

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: as we all know, jake’s life on earth was very unfulfilling. he was a man who sacrificed his legs for the fate of the country, only to be disposed of into the unforgiving hands of society, with no way to reap the benefits (or lack thereof) that veterans were promised to receive. and after losing the privilege of mobility, his body changed drastically. he got smaller, his body got weaker, and yet, one thing remained—that dick! jake is a survivor, through and through—his personal motto is: if it ain’t broken, then it’s still working—and boy, he does not disappoint when it comes to the downstairs department. standing tall at 7 inches, is little jake (maybe not so little). when flaccid, his length measures at a solid 5.7 inches. definitely a grower.

⟳ width: a little bit on the skinnier side, but he knows how to use it and that’s all that matters!

⟳ color: i think for the most part, his shaft definitely matches the rest of his body; though, i can see it maybe being slightly a little more darker at the base, like a very light beige. when he’s flaccid, his tip is a pretty pink, almost like a ballet slipper (aka the best pink). turns into an angry red when fully erect!

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: jake pegs me as the kinda guy who doesn’t really care? i mean, trimming isn’t foreign to him, because he has trimmed it before, and does so when he notices it’s gotten to be too long…but, i don’t think it’s something that he does often. to him, it’s just hair. he’s on his grown man shit, you know?

02. curved?: uhm, yes! you know that one beyoncé lyric? yeah.

03. any veins?: absolutely covered in ‘em

04. how he fucks with it: i’d like to think before his accident, he was a doggy style connoisseur—come on, it’s jake we’re talking about here. can’t nobody tell me otherwise! i just know he had bitches bent over, weaves sweated out, makeup all over the pillows…mans was f-u-c-k-i-n-g okay? fuckingggg.

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: the masses may attack me, but it’s time i spoke up. the man has a monster schlong. a cooter cat killer, if you will. if you thought his human form was big, shit, you ain’t seen nothing yet! completely flaccid, his cock measures to about 10 inches. when fully hard, he grows an additional three! talk about impressive…

⟳ width: so thick that it basically slaps his thighs when he walks. the man could create a beat with it, get em into the soundcloud business now!

⟳ color: self explanatory tbh, it’s fucking blue. as blue as papa smurf’s ass.

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: i’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that because he’s an avatar, he grows hair there. even if i’m wrong, i’m right. i don’t give a damn what james cameron says. he’s basically my character at this point, and i will him to have hair damnit! just…the idea of him having a full bush down there, in the wild, all primitive and shit…does something to me. idk. don’t ask me why i’m so nasty, blame my deadbeat father.

02. curved?: is a banana yellow? there’s your answer.

03. any veins?: i might have a brain aneurysm just thinking about it, but yes! god, yes. so many…so, so, so many. ribbed for her pleasure or whatever trojan said.

04. how he fucks with it: is he still the doggy style connoisseur? yes. but now that’s got the strength of 20 men, backshots sound a whole lot like gunshots now. they say every time the mighty toruk makto thrusts into a cunt, a tree falls down or something. so, yes. fucks hard, fucks rough, fucks like he’s on a mission. what’s that one tik tok audio? “rest in peace to all the soldiers that died in the service, i dive in her cervix.” yeah, he lives by that.

— miles “on your knees, cadet!” quaritch

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: just gonna cut right to the chase. he’s huge. like pussy splitting huge. i don’t care what anyone says, you can argue with ya friend, you can argue with ya mother, but you cannot argue with me! coming in at a solid 6 when flaccid, quaritch takes the cake for the biggest cock on this list (at least, human form wise). at full length, he measures to about 7.8 inches!

‘booooo’ you say, well, guess what? it’s the truth, and i’m just the messenger. whether you hate him or love him, he’s just that guy.

⟳ width: surprisingly average. but it’s okay, sometimes you can’t have the best of both worlds.

⟳ color: if my memory serves me right, he was pretty tan in the first movie. so, i’m gonna stick with that and say that it’s a pretty tan that transitions into a pale pink. i don’t know if some of you have seen old dick, but their tips get less saturated with age. it’s a phenomenon (not really, the blood flow to the groin is just a lot slower, which can make it appear kind of gre—anyway, i digress!)

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: this man is a colonel, so he’s all about discipline and keeping things nice and tidy. so, obviously, his hygiene reflects that. i don’t think he goes completely bald, but he does give it a good trim. kind of like a fade…just imagine a patch of grey, prickly hair. yeah.

02. curved?: yes, and since he’s older, it’s probably curved a lot. you could probably hang something on it. maybe a towel, or a lanyard. it’s definitely useful for something!

03. any veins?: god, i don’t know why, but i have it in my head that he’s on steroids. he’s just so buff and strong, and i mean, yeah, he could just be really fit…but he could also be a self-image obsessed freak who takes drugs to be the perfect soldier. the correlation, you ask? well, i just feel like people who take steroids are really veiny, and i feel like his dick would be really, really veiny. so, thus the rant about steroids. steroid dick.

04. how he fucks with it: don’t let his age fool you. he may very well be pushing his late fifties, but he’s still a young man at heart—and he’s definitely got the sex drive to prove it! i can see his favorite position being something like missionary. not so much because he enjoys the intimacy of it (like being face to face), but more so because he’s got a size kink—and definitely a dacryphilia kink. he enjoys seeing his partners cry, whether in pain, or in pleasure, or both! so, when you’re fucking him, don’t expect anything romantic. he just wants to see your pretty little face all teary eyed and pathetic.

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: so big you can see it from space; that’s how the RDA mfs know they’re close, because they can see the tip protruding from pandora. no, but seriously, it’s still really huge. like maybe 12-14 inches—maximum.

⟳ width: probably twice as thick as a human’s forearm. and god, it’s sooooo heavy. big breeding balls to match.

⟳ color: blue blue blue…like wet fun dip. with just as many stripes as the american flag or whatever.

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: yes, but the hair is black instead of grey and it’s probably really straight because na’vi hair is straight as fuck.

02. curved?: sir, yes sir.

03. any veins?: what’d i say? steroid dick. but even worse (better) now bc he’s so damn tall, he needs all the blood he can get down there.

04. how he fucks with it: has you in all types of positions. his favorites are anything that shows off his new found strength, so i’m betting on full nelsons and mating presses. just fast, powerful strokes. lives by the motto: can’t stop, won’t stop.

— norm “what’s the sq root of 69?” spellman

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: i’m sorry to disappoint the norm fuckers (if there are any), but he’s not that big. when he’s soft, his cock measures to about 4.8 inches, and at most, 6.2 inches when hard.

⟳ width: skinny dick.

⟳ color: dawg he’s so white, it’s like hella pale and the tip is so pink that when he’s aroused, it looks like there’s something wrong.

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: like jake, i don’t think he really cares.

02. curved?: straight like a pencil

03. any veins?: like two, and they’re really prominent because he’s so fucking pale.

04. how he fucks with it: i don’t think human norm is getting puss, let’s be real.

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: i am a firm believer in N.W.B.C—nerds with big cocks. it’s just the universe’s way of saying thank you, they just…they just do so much for us, you know? norm may not have been packing down there in his human form, but this was his second chance at redemption. he’s now a proud member of N.W.B.C, sporting an impressive 15 inches. you know that one scene in the first spider-man when pete’s looking at himself in the mirror and he looks inside his briefs? yeah, that was norm when he found out. the man got so excited, he accidentally catapulted a scientist out of pandora’s atmosphere with the weight of his cock. joking.

⟳ width: on the skinnier side but still toe curling, nonetheless.

⟳ color: laffy taffy blue, with little (big) blueberry balls.

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: no, he’s too busy in the lab and getting na’vi puss.

02. curved?: unfortunately no

03. any veins?: more than before, which he was pleasantly surprised to see.

04. how he fucks with it: norm’s got a big dick, but he acts so shy, like he’s scared of it or something. like stop playing boy and drop them drawls, the fuck? anyway, i think norm’s a sub. he pegs me as the type of guy who likes strong women, women who’ll tell him to shut the fuck up (because he talks so much) and eat their pussies. i guess this makes him a munch. yeah, he’s a munch. ice spice actually wrote that song with him in mind!

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beenbaanbuun · 4 months

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emo!mingi

im writing something big rn but for the time being, i can’t get the fact that mingi is a certified! emo off of my mind… like ever….

it’s all i think about and as an emo/metal girlie myself, i can’t help but think about mingi fucking you to his personal horny emo/metal playlist.

bc i can guarantee he has one. like the man said one of his favourite songs was dance dance by fall out boy??? like i can just imagine him taking the lyrics to that song a little too personally, stripping you bare on his mattress, putting you on your front and kissing down your naked spine. pete wentz was sooo right when he wrote that song… mingi does want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with him…

and i’m sorry, if that man ever listens to death of peace of mind by bad omens??? oh that man would be DONE. FINISHED!! because how is he supposed to hear that song without you popping into his head. memories of him folding you in half as he fucks into you, mascara tears streaming down your face as you cry out for him. chanting his name over and over again like a mantra… it’s like that song was written about you.

and that man has eaten you out one too many times to K.M.B by nova twins… he gets so pussy drunk and just goes dumb between your legs while the music degrades him and calls him out for what he really is. there really isn’t much going on between his eyes once he gets even a hint of your pussy juices. literally turns into a pretty puppy that exists solely for your pleasure, and you’re okay with that…

and i just know that this man goes fucking i n s a n e when he hears the first note of a deftones song. imagine him listening to my own summer (shove it) and just ramming into you. he’d have you pinned down as he almost completely loses himself, thrusting hard and sensual, trying so desperately to hold on to his last thread of sanity. trying so hard not to snap completely and let himself go absolutely feral on you. he wants to, so bad actually, but for the sake of you being able to walk the next day, he holds back… barely.

but like, we also know this man is a giggly baby half the time. like he’s such a princess and i refuse to believe that every single time you have sex with him, he’s completely serious. like imagine he’s trying to be but then the playlist switches songs and it’s a fucking limp bizkit song or something. like it just switches the mood entirely because how is he supposed to fuck you when fred durst is singing rollin’ directly in his ear. like you’re not telling me this man won’t collapse on top of you in a fit of giggles, rigid dick still pressed inside of you as he tries to contain his laughter in your ear. and you just slap his shoulder or something because what the fuck is LIMP BIZKIT doing in his sex playlist?!?!?!?

i’m so sorry, but emo mingi DOES THINGS TO ME!!!!! like it’s all i can think about at any given point in time and i need people to understand that this is my roman empire!!!

#ateez x reader #ateez hard thoughts #ateez drabbles #ateez oneshot #ateez headcanons #mingi x reader #mingi smut #ateez smut

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jenowithjaem · 1 month

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word count: 623 ㅣ warnings: brief violence, mention of virginity and corruption but no sexual content, mention of religion and strict parents

Wonwoo as your small religious town's bad boy who is a total dick to anyone that isn’t you- the only girl in the entire town that doesn’t look down on him and act like they’re better than he is- the only person who doesn’t shame him for what he is or does.

You’ve been sheltered your whole life and your parents make it a point to keep you under a strong lock and key. And now that you’re an adult, that innocence carries over.

Being probably the only adult virgin in your entire town is, well, kind of embarrassing, but virginity is just a social construct anyways.

Everyone thinks that Wonwoo just wants you for himself- to corrupt you and take your innocence away. But in truth, all he wants is to protect the only thing that never made him feel like he wasn’t good enough. He doesn’t even think about you in a perverted way! If anything, it’s everyone else who wants to take that innocence away from you.

You’re, quite literally, the only good thing Wonwoo has in his life. Why would he want to ruin that?

One day, you’re having some trouble with a guy that won’t leave you alone. Wonwoo’s seen him around with you before, never thinking much of it because the guy would always leave you without any trouble.

This time, though, Wonwoo sees him grab your arm and pull you back to him. And when he sees the look of sheer panic on your face (perhaps from something he had said), Wonwoo’s on him in an instant.

Wonwoo roughly grabs the man by the back of his shirt and yanks him awake from you. When the hand holding your arm lets go, Wonwoo pulls his fist back and then collides it with the guy's face, a loud crunching noise echoing around the two of you.

Passerbys gasp at the scene, an older gentleman comes up and pulls Wonwoo off the guy, yelling at him and calling him names. You run straight into his arms. They circle around your back, holding you close to his chest.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He asks, softly.

You shake your head. “No. He told me that I need to stay away from you, that you’re ‘no good for someone like me’. Completely trash talking you. When I told him to screw off and went to walk away, he grabbed me and that’s when you came in. I’m okay, it just scared me.” Your voice is kind of muffled by his jacket, keeping your face in his chest and taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

Everyone watches you in disappointment- disappointed that you’re gullible and naive enough to believe he’s not a bad guy.

Wonwoo pulls you away from the scene, the guy now standing up and holding his broken nose. “Pay back’s a bitch, Jeon!” He calls out to Wonwoo.

He ignores him, but you turn around and flip him the bird- something that makes Wonwoo burst out laughing. “That’s so unlike you.” He tells you, his arm around your shoulder as he guides you to where his bike is.

“He deserves it.” You say back to him.

When you make it his bike, Wonwoo lets go of you so he can put his helmet on you. It’s way too big, falling a bit forward from the extra space that your head doesn’t take up. He pulls the visor up and you pout, holding it in place so that you can see properly out of it. “My head is too small.”

Wonwoo chuckles and kisses the tip of your nose, leaving you a blushing mess. “I guess we’ll just have to get you one of your own, huh?”

ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ

Back at it again but with Wonwoo (aka loml number 2)

Reblogs are much appreciated! Thank you all for reading <3

#jeon wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #leighs writing

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mrsmiagreer · 1 year

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Favorite Redacted quotes but the list gets longer everytime I find a new one

“And the energizer bunny…Takes a tumble” -Milo

“Is this why you put up with my memes and shit? Because i gotta big dick and a great ass??” - Guy

“WHAT ECHO?!” — ALL OF REDACTED aka echo

“Do you love me?” — Imp!Damien

“Keep his name out of your FUCKING mouth” -Sam

“Laying in comfortable silence, hands roaming lazily betwixt our supine bodies, tracing gentle patterns across supple skin…Yes that was all about my eyes😂” — Guy

“This isn’t like a dog or something. Like normal wolves are big. Shifter wolves are even bigger…and i’m on the bigger end of that too” -David

“Is David being a total groomzilla about your side? Oop— Heard that-” Asher

“But I bet I’d lay down for it” — Vincent

“Make it two” —Sam

“Great deal on a large sausage” —Guy

“Will you marry me, Angel?” —David

“….Isn’t that right??” “Heyyy no tickling!!” — Gavin and Caelum

“No not just yes…say the words…say the whole thing” —Vincent

“Ohh— You are getting close! Hi! Hi baby….I love youuu” —Guy

“We are NOT matching. I am wearing my work clothes, YOU’RE wearing contraband” — David

“someone please get the gentleman a door prize”— Blake

“I was thinking a little less nature documentary and little more battle bots you know like i want you to just fucking SNAP me like a twig😭” -Guy

“No! You can’t tell me I taste good >:(” — Lasko

“Who are you and what have you done with my lover??” — Guy

“I know baby I know” — Milo

“Staaapppp you’re being rude… Yes RUDE you heard me!” —Guy

“…..do it— hmmmMmMmMmm okay okay….That had a little less finesse than i’m used to” —Milo

“You know what wordplay reminds me of? Tounge twisters!! And you know what tongue twisters remind me of? Tongue kissing!! Let’s explore that topic shall we?” —Guy

“The goal is healin me, you can’t be hittin me at the same time” —Milo

“Show me that wagon ya draggin sexy uehh” -Guy

“Who’s that bitch we hate?” — Asher

“Any hole is a goal” — Guy

“Just move your ass…..hmm i didn’t mean to move it quite like that but you’ll get no complaints outta me” —David

“My mouth is good for a lot more than just…talkin” —Milo

“It’s our bedroom….It’s our bed” —Geordi

“Hey Baaaaabyy” —Ollie

“I’ve sat with these feelings long enough to know how to manage them I promise” —Blake

“Call me that one more time and you won’t be able to walk tomorrow” —David

“I cant be another mistake…because it’ll break me” —Blake

“I’m sure seeing him is like….like those healing classes. A nice diversion😊” —President Moore

“Milo…play nice” — Imp!Asher

“You don’t have to order anyone to do it…Just take volunteers” — Imp!Milo

“I just set my fucking curtains on fire” -Damien

“Who taught you how to do healing magic?? A construction worker with a jackhammer?!” —Milo

“You’re taking me so fucking good” —Milo

“I’m trying to get off of you…I don’t wanna crush you” —David

“Awe yeah i often walk into work with shotgun shells in my fucking brief case” —Milo

“I cant read your mind baby” — Vincent

“Welcome home my love. How was your day?” -Gavin

“Park it on me Sweetheart” — Milo

“That does not feel like searching for a key Lovely” —Vincent

“Do i need to set this stuff down or are you gonna behave?” —Vincent

“Yeah, no thinking about work today. Or we’ll come over there and kick your ass” —Milo

“Hey…sorry i’m late” —Blake

“Do I look like i care??” —Blake

“I’m a grown ass man” —Milo

“I DON’T whimper…” —Damien

“You know what we do to…Bad Boyss around here—💀💀💀” —Guy

“Did I really just get drive by kink shamed??!” —Asher

“Awweee poor baby” —Asher

“Keep it in your pants you two. I already mopped this morning😒” —David

“…boop” —Sam

“I don’t want this for you baby” —Milo

“Boot Licker” —Milo

“I’ll always find you” —Avior

“Wexler, Greer is causing problems at the west entrance” — That One Guard😭

“That wasn’t rhetorical. Answer me” —Imp!Damien

“I love you more than human words can convey” —Gavin

“Yes baby” —Gavin

“Ruth Holland are you here? Hello? Hello?” —Milo

“Fuck, bounce on my fucking dick” — Guy

“Moan. They moaned. You moaned.” — Geordi

“Pfftttt hahaha- Okay— WuHwuhWwaA—” — Guy

“This isn’t happening!!” — Ivan

“I don’t like you, and I’m not going to” — Alexis

“Hold still i’ll grab you one of mine” — Milo

“Bad. Worse. Better.” — Vincent

“Go kick that ass….champ? Oh God-” — Lasko

“No can do baby” -Huxley

“I’m just fucking with you” — Sam Collins

“I needa stop saying fuck. Fuck. Sorry. And i needa stop saying sorry. fuck. sorry. FUCK i mean FUCK so— oh fuck😭 Oh my god i am such an idiot” — Lasko

“I wanna touch” — Stranger/Caller/John..?

“Fuck! Fuck me—” — Lasko Moore

“Can I cum on you?” — Milo Greer

“I am not gonna have ants runnin round my house cause of you😭” — Sam Collins

“It is not funny, you FUCK” — Milo Greer

“I’ll spank your ass brat. Not like it’d be the first time. Or the last.” — Milo Greer

“You’ll be safe” — Blake

“Well of course it’s gaudy. I made it” — Gavin

“Shit Darlin. You really weren’t gonna say anything about this?” — Sam Collins

“It’s all good” — Huxley

“I hate to make a guy lose his fuckin’ noodles” — Milo Greer

“Where do you want these fangs baby?” — Sam Collins

“Do you have any idea just how much energy is coming off of you right now?” — Fool!Gavin

“Sorry” —Fool!James

“I gotta go faster before i start…fucking…crying or something😭” — Asher

“Moan for me baby” — Milo Rebane

(I will be updating this list when i find/remember new ones😊)

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan #redacted damn crew #redacted balance #redacted guy #redacted ollie

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corrodedcoughin · 1 year

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This might be the second worst thing that’s ever happened to Gareth while wearing these stupid shorts, or in general he guesses. The first being when he was in gym class and the got caught on the fence he tried to hop in order to skip said class, successfully exposing his lemon yellow carebear boxers, the only pair he had left because everything else was in the wash. Luckily it was only the gym teacher, Mr Carrey, and Linda Stern, a girl that kept to herself so unlikely to share such scandal. Neither brought it up again but that doesn’t mean Gareth was free of the memory, or free of reliving it whenever he opened his drawer to pull out some underwear.

But it’s not just the shorts that tie Gareth’s ‘most embarrassing and traumatising events of my life so far’ memories together. No, the instigator of both of these events also keeps them joined in Gareth’s mind. Edward Munson. It was Eddie who insisted that skipping class while in said class would be the smartest move to make ‘think of it Gareth, imagine it, skipping right under Mr Carrey's nose? He'd never expect it! High class rogue moves for sure!’

So of course Gareth was convinced by Eddie’s manic eyes and excitement and successfully flashed his gym teacher while the mastermind was laughing and pulling him down off the fence. Mr Carrey must have felt sorry enough for Gareth to let him run and isn’t that a fun addition to an already horrific memory?

Anyway, back to Eddie Munson; worst person to enter Gareth’s life. Because now? Now Gareth is stood outside a stupidly big and stupidly fancy house, in the offensive (now repaired, thanks Granny) gym shorts, and a pair of plastic and bent out of shape fairy wings. Originally he was supposed to be in a white vest too but he drew the line there, adamant he’d be wearing his Iron Maiden shirt to save some sort of dignity. And to top it all off it’s a beautiful day so of course people are out mowing their lawns, families are walking their dogs, children are playing in the streets and just enjoying the surprisingly mild february weather. All of them staring, quite obviously, at what they see as a strange teenager in wings being shouted at by an equally strange kid hiding behind a, not nearly big enouhg, bush for ‘stealth reasons’ apparently.

‘RING THE DOORBELL MAN, COME ON!’

Gareth slowly turns to look over his shoulder to glare at Eddie who is peaking around the shrubbery.

‘YOU RING THE FUCKING DOORBELL!’

‘GARETH YOU PROMISED! DON’T BE A DICK’

‘YEAH, BECAUSE YOU TRICKED ME!’

‘NO I DIDN’T, YOU SAID YES NOW RING TH-’

Of course that’s exactly when the door to the stupid house opens and the reason Gareth is here steps into the doorway.

Gareth grits his teeth and begins to recite his lines ‘Steve, o steve. You are beauty that has to be seen to be believed. Wont you be mine until the end of time?’ He finishes and stands glaring over Steve fucking Harrington’s shoulder

‘DO THE FUCKING REST GARETH’ Eddie’s voice emanates from somewhere to the back of Gareth, probably still hiding behind the stupid bush. So Gareth ‘does the rest’ he does a very slow and deliberate 360 spin before crouching down to one knee and shooting a plastic bow and arrow at Steve’s chest. Of course the arrow just rattles to the floor, sad and pathetic, just like it’s shooter Gareth thinks to himself.

‘Gareth? Why…umm, are you okay?’ Steve is obviously trying to hold back laughter and doing a terrible job of it. His face is convulsing like he’s just eaten a whole lemon, rind and all. And well, who knows, maybe he has, maybe it's a secret trick for keeping his hair so big, Gareth isn’t here to judge, he just wants to leave.

‘Dude please just answer the question and put me out of my misery’ He’s still half on the ground and his knee hurts and it’s hot and he’s kneeling at Steve Harrington’s fucking door dressed as a fucking cupid because he couldn’t say no to his fucking stupid fucking best friend. Gareth pulls himself away from thoughts of despair when he sees Steve’s mouth open to speak. He’s got one hand on the door frame, the other on the back of his neck

‘Oh, uh, yeah? I mean, yes? This is for Eddie right?’ Gareth stopped listening after the initial ‘yeah’, instead standing and turning to the, very small, hedge Eddie was doing an awful job of concealing himself behind

‘HE SAID YES. CAN I GO HOME NOW?’

Suddenly there's a whoop and an air punching Eddie Munson who realises he’s exposed his ‘perfect’ (shitty) hiding spot and is in full view of Steve. The idiot even tries to play off the air punch by combing his hand through his hair which obviously gets stuck on his rings and then tries to play that off by just keeping his hand in his hair while waving with the other, not trapped hand. With a violent yank he manages to free the entangled fingers with only a small whine.

‘Uhh…Hi Steve’ Eddie says with a dopey smile and somehow, somehow he’s got an equally lovesick looking Steve smiling right back at him ‘Hi Eddie’. At this point, Gareth has quite frankly had enough, Eddie and Steve are slowly walking towards each other like some romcom end of the movie scene and he’ll be dammed if he’s watching those two tragically flirt at each other. So he grabs the van keys out of Eddie’s pocket as he passes, resigning himself to an hour of shooting Eddie’s empty cans in the back of the van while he waits. Gareth is almost off the lawn when Eddie must get brave

‘NICE SHORTS BY THE WAY CUPID’

‘FUCK YOU!’ Gareth snaps the arrow in two trudges off, wings flapping behind him.

—---

Three weeks ago

Gareth was at his desk, he was trying to practice some drum rhythms when Eddie flounced in and dramatically dropped onto his bed. For the past half hour Gareth had been regaled with yet more ‘reasons why Steve Harrington is my dream man’ from Eddie

‘You don’t understand man. He was just driving and the Eagles came on. Don’t look at me like that, I know it’s the eagles, but it was life in the fast lane and he was singing along to it dude. The line! You know the one! I swear it was an instant hard on, thought I’d came by the end’

‘DUDE STOP. STOP. I’ll do whatever you want just please never talk to me about your Steve related dick events again’ Listen, Gareth loved Eddie, he did. But there's only so much a man can withstand and Eddie could monolgue for hours if given the chance.

‘Whatever I want?’ There was no obvious devious tone here but Gareth still should have known better than to agree. If he had clocked Eddie's face he would have seen an expression so devious that he'd be running out the door.

‘Yes! Fuck, just no more. My ears are never going to feel clean again’

#fun fact Gareth kept the wings and wore them to the next cc gig and people started calling him moth man #Eddie got INCREDIBLY jealous #bought his own pair and was called mothra #they now have a moth band side project #well my guys I was going to wait but the anxiety of it sitting in my drafts is too much #so here’s some questionable content that I hope people may find even slightly funny #this is SILLY #I am SORRY #I just!!! thought this would be funny!!!!#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things

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shuashuagirl · 13 days

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Round and Round

Part of the Two Birds Universe

Warnings: noncon, toxictoxictoxic, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, hella degradation, big dick shua, impact play, dacryphilia, rough sex, there's kind of a plot in this one?, jealousy cause why not, Доброе утро!

Summary:

Joshua goes away for a week

“So… At college, there’s this guy,” you started.

“ooooh,” your friends all cooed at you. You rolled your eyes, a smile pulling at your lips.

“You don’t even know anything yet,” you reprimanded lightly. The four of them giggled in response but didn’t try to speak again so you continued.

“And I think I like him more than he likes me.”

“Boooooo,” Hanbin interrupted, making your other friends laugh again. “This is 2024 and you are letting a man wrap you around his finger?”

“Hanbin has a great point,” Sooa agreed, tapping the table in thought. She pursed her lips. “And you y/n, are the last person I thought would be obsessed over some guy.”

If only she had any clue.

“We all have our downfalls,” you jested lightly. You shrugged off their disbelief. “But this guy so… He seems like he likes me. And-“

“Seems like he likes you,” Beomseok parroted. “How does he seem like it?”

Your cheeks dusted pink and Sooa let out an excited exclamation, slapping your arm.

“Oh my god, you fucked him.”

You laughed and shushed Sooa, physically putting your hand over her mouth. Your friends all laughed as you looked around the little café to make sure no one had overheard her. It didn’t seem like anyone was listening.

“Yes, okay, I fucked him,” you said lightly back. “Multiple times…”

Sooa excitedly poked at your side.

“Y/n.”

“But,” you hissed, trying to get a hold of the conversation again. “He never stays.”

Your friends fell silent.

“It’s like… He comes into my room… my dorm room-” Smooth. “And he pushes my limits and makes me feel amazing and makes me like him more and more, but he leaves, and he keeps me a secret…”

There was a solemn expression on your friends faces now, so you dropped your eyes to the table.

“But he comes back,” Sooa finished, with a small sigh. “So, it feels different.”

“It feels like he is in love with me,” you insisted. “I mean, he acts like it when it’s just the two of us and…”

“Y/n,” Hanbin interrupted, a sad expression on his face. It was a bit different than the way that your other friends were looking at you. While they mirrored their feelings, he had a more serious expression. “It sounds like he’s just using you.”

Hurt panged through your body, and your mouth ran dry.

“N-No,” you managed to get out. “You don’t get it. When he comes to see me-”

“If you texted, would he show up?”

You were silent because in all the years that you had known Joshua, you had never gotten his phone number.

Hanbin seemed to read your mind.

“Y/n…”

“We have a schedule,” you said weakly.

“He’s using you,” Hanbin said more surely. “You shouldn’t let him treat you like that.”

It was Sooa who broke the awkward silence with a laugh and a joke, and you took the change in pace in stride, but Hanbin was staring at you a long time before he let himself rejoin the conversation. It made your heart thump in your chest.

“Hey, y/n!” Hanbin called after you, jogging to catch up to you on your side of the road. You smiled at him over your shoulder.

“Hanbin, why are you headed this way?” You asked him lightly. He smiled at you.

“I can’t just let you walk home alone,” Hanbin said.

You stared at Hanbin, suddenly thinking that he looked really, really good in this light. You sucked in a small sharp breath.

“You’ve got… Something on your shirt,” you mumbled softly. Hanbin looked down, making a small noise when he realized that there was a stain on it. Then he looked back at you, and he shrugged.

“Well, it’s just a shirt, isn’t it?”

Your mind swirled with thoughts about that shirt- Specifically getting it off Hanbin but you tried to shake the thoughts away. Not appropriate. Hanbin was your friend.

But even as you were thinking that Hanbin was suddenly a lot closer to you than before, his fingers ghosting your back.

“How far away is your place?” He asked softly, and you felt so stupid because it was a little hard to breathe with him being so close.

“We’re so close we can see it,” you replied softly, pointing down the street to your driveway. Hanbin hummed his surprise.

“You live in the same house,” he commented lightly. You frowned, laughing a little.

“Don’t you?”

He mirrored that smile.

“Yeah, but…” He let the question roll over him with a small shrug that had you laughing because Hanbin in all the years you had known him hadn’t ever really changed. You were wondering why it had taken you this long to actually look at him.

He was so… Maybe he had changed since you all had gone off to college. Maybe he looked older, and his brown eyes looked kinder, and that hair was longer so you could drag your fingers through it more easily while he kissed you-

Again, you had to look away from Hanbin. Why did he have to get so fucking hot all of a sudden?

“Well…” You looked up at your front door, wondering how the fuck you two had gotten here so quickly. You stared at your front door and dug into your pockets for your keys. Once you had them out, you were fumbling to get them into the lock. Once the keys were in the door and it was open you were staring into your empty house kicking your feet on the carpet awkwardly.

“My brother isn’t home,” you said, mentally kicking yourself as you did. God what were you doing?

Hanbin shrugged.

“The house will be quiet.”

Your face was burning because if this was Joshua? You wouldn’t have to say what you were going to say next: “Come in.”

Hanbin grinned.

“Well, if you insist.”

You weren’t sure what it was- Well, you did know what it was. Hanbin was so hot, and he was so strong, and you could tell he liked you, and who wouldn’t like him? So, you weren’t really surprised that you brought him to your room, and you were in his lap, and his hands were on your hips.

You leaned forward, tentatively pressing your lips to Hanbin’s. His hand came to the back of your head, gently applying pressure to press you closer. The kiss was warm, and gentle, and it felt different than it did with Joshua because with Joshua all you could think about was how you had to be quiet and quick and secretive, but you didn’t have to be like that with Hanbin.

Because Joshua was gone, and no one would think you were wrong to be with Hanbin. And in this moment at least you wanted to be with Hanbin.

And yet, your kiss was short lived.

The door creaked open behind you, and you realized suddenly that you were in Hanbin’s lap, on your bed kissing him. You broke the kiss, your face burning red, as you buried it in his shoulder. God, this was going to be so embarrassing. Soonyoung was going to tease you so much for this.

Instead, Hanbin’s fingers squeezed your hips lightly.

“Joshua?” He asked. “I don’t think Soonyoung’s home right now.”

Your heart stopped, your eyes widening. You scrambled off of Hanbin’s lap, turning to face who was standing in your doorway.

The shock on Joshua’s face was evident, but it in no way mirrored the shame on yours. Your first instinct was to deflect, like a younger sister who was absolutely tired of her older brother’s friend invading her space.

“How many times do you have to come over here before you get it through your thick skull?” You blurted out. You got to your feet and rushed towards the door, your hands slapping Joshua’s chest so that he would step back. He did, and you stepped just out of view of Hanbin, pointing at Soonyoung’s door.

“Soonyoung’s bedroom is over there you idiot,” you blurted. Joshua stared at you, shock in his eyes, seeming like he was completely unable to even fathom what he had just seen. Your face was red, your hair a bit messy because of the way Hanbin had been playing with it. Joshua was silent, Hanbin was silent.

Joshua let your door creak closed a little bit, and he took you by your hip pulling you into a deep, and possessive kiss. His fingers buried into your hair, and his grip on your roots was how he successfully kept you in place while you melted under his touch. When he pulled away, he searched your eyes and then rolled his own.

“Yeah, I’m pretty stupid for getting the wrong room again,” he mumbled. You tore away from him, your face burning as you pushed your bedroom door open again. Hanbin looked a little confused, but also a bit amused. Obviously, he hadn’t seen the kiss.

You went to apologize to Hanbin but before you could, your attention was being dragged back to Joshua. He leaned on your doorframe.

“Well, if Soonyoung isn’t here than what am I supposed to do?” He asked. You sent him a very long glare.

“Wait for him in his room,” you replied, your voice constrained.

“And what am I supposed to do there?” He continued, his lips turning up in a smile. “Don’t you think that you have some obligations? To entertain me, since no one is around.”

Those same words that he had used what felt like a million times before and they did the same to you now that they always did to you. You wanted nothing more than to feel Joshua’s hands on you. To feel him push you down in your bed and to corrupt you for anyone else.

You remembered what he had said last time. About how he had used every hole on your body so that no matter who fucked you and no matter where they fucked you, you would remember that Joshua had always been your first.

You looked over at Hanbin, who didn’t seem to think anything was odd about you and Joshua’s conversation. Maybe he just wasn’t paying enough attention.

You also liked Hanbin’s hands on you. You liked that he was gentle when handling you but still strong. You liked the way that he asked you about your feelings and seemed to really care about you. You liked that he wasn’t afraid to let anyone else know that he was interested in you.

You wondered if there was a world like that with Joshua. A world where he didn’t care what Soonyoung thought. After all, Soonyoung would get over it. No matter how much you two had toyed with the fact that he wouldn’t. If Joshua just treated you well, there was nothing to worry about.

And if Joshua didn’t treat you well and Soonyoung found out… Well, that was more detrimental to their relationship than what was mentioned before.

You sighed, conflicted.

“If you want to hang out with y/n and I we were just about to watch a show I was telling her about,” Hanbin offered up. You two looked over at him.

“It didn’t seem like you two were about to watch a show,” Joshua mumbled. A flicker of confusion crossed through Hanbin’s eyes.

“Well, when you like a girl, and she lets you kiss her-” You were going to scream into a pillow later- for one reason or another. “Then you’re going to kiss her.”

“Yeah,” Joshua said blankly. “In her bedroom. Door closed. Her in your lap.”

Hanbin’s eyebrows furrowed further.

“What are you trying to insinuate?” Hanbin asked, his voice deeper than before.

“What aren’t you saying?” Joshua pressed.

Hanbin stared at Joshua, a bit angry, a bit confused. His eyes flickered over to you, and then back to Joshua, and then back to you. He took a deep sigh, gritting his teeth ever-so-slightly.

“Some guy at college, huh?” He asked you. Your face burned red at the question.

“It’s just-”

Hanbin stood up and placed a hand on your shoulder. He pressed his palm into it, so you had to look at him full on. He smiled.

“Why don’t you figure out all… This.” He looked Joshua’s way, and the look he gave Joshua (though unseen by you) was evidently… not friendly (if you were to take in consideration the death glare that Joshua sent him right back).

Hanbin looked back at you, and his lips formed a smile that pressed dimples into his cheeks.

“And then we’ll talk.”

You couldn’t help but frown a little bit. Hanbin smiled at this, and his hand briefly brushed your cheek, his thumb tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Good night,” he said. You nodded wordlessly, and then Hanbin was waving over his shoulder at you as he left the room. Neither you nor Joshua moved. In fact, you didn’t even breathe until you heard the faint sound of the front door closing, and then Joshua was on you.

His hand found the base of your neck, squeezing lightly as he pulled you into a rough kiss. You immediately moaned into it, the way that his thumb pressed into the dip of your neck made you remember why you had missed him so badly.

Your lips parted for him as soon as his lips were on yours and then his other hand was on your cheek. As Joshua kissed you, he was walking you backwards, his fingers digging into you so that you couldn’t move away even if you wanted to- and you didn’t want to move away.

Your back hit the wall and then Joshua’s hands were moving. His hands fell down to your hips. His fingers pushed at your shirt. He seemed like he was trying to get it off with one hand, but with his other hand he was pushing under your bra, grabbing a handful of your boobs.

Your head hit the back of the wall and your back arched into his touch. It made him laugh dryly against your lips.

“You are mine,” he mumbled into your mouth.

“Jo- Joshua,” you whimpered, and he was pulling away from you. His lips were red from kissing you, his chest heaving as he breathed.

“Take your shirt off.”

As soon as take was out of his mouth, your hands were on the hem of your shirt, and by the time that he was done speaking it was on the floor. Joshua was back on you again, breathing every moan that left your mouth as he unhooked your bra, and pushed down your pants and shoved his hands into your panties.

You whined as his fingers slid past your clit into your soaked panties. Joshua practically growled against your lips.

“What the fuck is your pussy so wet for?” He asked, his voice deep. He pushed two fingers into you without warning and you cried out in surprise. The stretch of his fingers after not having been touched for so long sent waves of pain and pleasure through your body. Your fingers wrapped around Joshua’s wrist.

“You are mine; this cunt doesn’t get wet for anyone but me,” Joshua grunted, and he started to roughly fuck you on his fingers. They were moving so fast that your whole body was shaking. Your other hand grabbed Joshua’s wrist.

“Fuck, fuck, fu-” You babbled incoherently. Joshua’s palm slapped hard against your clit, and you began to crumble under him. Joshua’s other hand dug into your hip, pressing you into the wall. He continued to finger you, watching you with dark eyes as you could barely keep yours open.

You couldn’t even get out a warning before your orgasm started to rip through your body. You were crying as he fucked your pussy through your orgasm, but you cried even harder when he pulled his hand out of your panties in the middle of it. Joshua let you fall to your knees, and you barely caught yourself from face planting.

Your orgasm had your heart pounding in your chest, your pussy felt so empty, and your clit was screaming at you from just how unsatisfying the orgasm felt when Joshua had ripped his fingers out of you just after it started.

As you tried to catch your breath Joshua grabbed your chin, tugging your face up so that he could look in your eyes.

“Did he make you cum like that?” Joshua asked bluntly. You shook your head, your face red and his fingers dug into it. “Did you think that he would make you cum like that?”

You opened your mouth to say you had no clue what but then Joshua was stepping back again. He started to unbuckle his pants and you fell back on your feet as you watched him, your mouth open. Joshua snorted as he ripped his belt off of his pants and snapped it in the air. You jumped at the crack it made.

“Look at you,” Joshua chided. “On your knees, drooling for me.”

He let the belt drop to the floor.

“You need me,” he said, and his pants dropped next. “Now turn around and present to me like a bitch in heat.”

You quickly moved to do what he asked. You rolled over onto your hands and knees, pressing your ass up into the air. Joshua was on you in seconds, dragging your panties down and then the tip of his cock was dragging through your soaked pussy.

“Your so wet it’s crazy,” he said. “And what for? That boy.”

“Hanbin is not-”

Joshua’s cock was pressed fully inside of you before you could finish your sentence. Your forehead hit the floor and your toes curled as you tried to adjust to the feeling of him splitting you open.

“Say another mans name, I dare you.”

You whined stupidly, your fingers pressing into balls on the floor.

“Y-You’re going to br- break me,” you stammered stupidly, and in response Joshua’s hand came down on your ass. The sharp hit bounced your body forward.

“If I break you, I break you,” Joshua said nonchalantly. He grabbed you by your hips and pulled his cock almost entirely out of you. Your pussy clenched around the tip of his cock, begging for him to press himself back into you. “You’re mine so I can do whatever I want to you.”

He shoved himself all the way back into you, his balls hitting your clit. You cried out in pleasure as his cock reached deeper inside of you then you even thought was possible.

“You like it anyways,” he drawled as he started to set a cruel pace. Fucking you so hard that every time his cock was buried deep inside of you, you swore you were seeing stars. He grabbed you by the upper part of your arm and dragged it behind your back so that he could press you into the floor better. You were drooling all over your chin and the carpet, but you didn’t care as he drove himself into you again and again and without warning he was dumping every drop of his hot cum deep inside of your pussy.

You were so close to coming again, the feeling of his hot cum so deep inside of you made your whole body burn, but he was pulling out as soon as he was done, slapping your clit with his hands as he did.

“Joshua… Please.”

“No,” Joshua gritted back. He grabbed you by the hair, but you were so oversensitive that you were having trouble keeping your eyes open. Joshua patted your face, forcing your attention on him. “Do you like that boy?”

You whined.

“He actually cares about me,” you said back. “He doesn’t just use me as some kind of cum dumpster and then leave.”

“I love you,” Joshua said back. “And you fucking know that.”

Your face burned as Joshua’s grip in your hair loosened. His fingers came to your neck, his fingers suddenly just barely brushing your skin.

“When I leave you for a week, I expect you to be waiting for me to come back.

“You… Love me?” You asked, your voice shaking a little bit.

“You know that,” Joshua gritted back like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And even if I didn’t: You. Are. Mine.”

As if to emphasize his point, Joshua’s hands gripped at your cheeks, tugging you into a suffocating kiss. It lasted seconds, but it still left you gasping for air.

“See this?” He said pointedly. “You are mine.”

He got to his feet, pulling his pants back up.

“I’ll be here tomorrow.”

You gasped for air, your mind trying to catch up to what happened.

“Y/n.”

You looked up at him, confusion riddled across your face.

“Say you love me back.”

You stared at him, and a glop of his cum dripped out of your pussy.

“I-I… I love you.”

A smile flickered across his face and then he was shoving his hands into his pants pockets, and he was leaving you all over again.

#joshua noncon #joshua smut #seventeen noncon #seventeen smut #shuashua two birds

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bordysbae · 1 year

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Number 25 for Quinn ?

You go visit him at training and some other guy kept making the eyes at you and tell Quinn how hot you are or something and he gets into a fight?? Quinn with blood is hot okay

“yeah bud, i know she’s a dime”

quinn hughes x fem reader

25. “i got in a fight because of you”

warning: lots of cussing and some blood

word count: 0.6k

currently quinn is at training camp for the canucks, and you decided that today you’d come surprise him at training. you drive over to where they’re training, and you make your way through everything in an attempt to find quinn. you see him sitting down next to someone who you assume must be on their ahl team, since you’d never really seen him before. quinn doesn’t see you, but his new friend does. you see his friend pointing at you, and you blush slightly due to the attention now being on you. but what you didn’t know was that his new friend had absolutely no idea who you were.

“dude that girl is so hot!” “uh okay, go talk to her then?” quinn chuckles. “what’s with your attitude” his friend jokes. “i mean i have a girlfriend, so i don’t really care about other girls” “dude cmon, what does it matter? she isn’t here. just look at that girl, she’s a dime!” the younger boy says pointing a finger at you. quinn doesn’t look at you, since he assumes you’re some random girl. “you aren’t looking quinn! jesus christ, your girl isn’t here. it’s not illegal to look another girl man, you gotta chill” “i don’t ‘gotta chill.’ i don’t care about other girls since i love my girlfriend, wow what a big deal! jesus just go fucking talk to her and hop off my dick” quinn rolls his eyes, getting really annoyed. “alright then i will, jeez” the boy scoffs, starting his walk over to you. quinn doesn’t look until it’s been a couple minutes. that’s when he realizes his new friend isn’t just talking to anyone, he’s talking to you.

quinn quickly hops up and rushes over, his blood boiling. “what the fuck are you doing?!” quinn yells. the younger boy quickly turns around with a confused look on his face. “talking to the girl i told you was hot? quinn cmon you’re ruining this whole thing for me” the 20-year old boy chuckles. “that’s my fucking girlfriend you’re talking to dipshit!” “w-what?” “y-yeah, fuck-face back off.” quinn says mocking the younger boys stutter. “quinn relax” you say, quickly standing next to him. “yeah you heard her, relax man. how was i supposed to know she’s yours. she never even said she was in a relationship so be mad at her”

your mouth falls agape, “excuse me?! i told you i have a boyfriend but you were trying to convince me that you’re ‘so much better than him’ how dare you blame this on me?!” you exclaim. “oh you’re fucking done, you’re done!” quinn says, as he suddenly begins to throw punches at the rookie. he starts throwing punches back at quinn, and quickly other teammates chime in to break up the fight.

“quinn stop it!” you cry out, seeing quinn beat the living shit out of this guy. “fuck you! know your fucking boundaries asshole!” quinn yells, blood slowly dripping down from his lip and nose. the other boy is being dragged away, and you gasp at the sight of quinn’s bloodied up face and fist. his coach quickly storms over to you guys, his cheeks red with anger. “the fuck was that hughes!? beating up your own teammates?” “coach cmon, he’s not my teammate. he’s a fucking rookie trying to get with my girlfriend.” quinn scoffs. “whatever the drama is, you better drop it hughes. i’m sending you home for today. come back tomorrow with a better attitude before i bench for an entire season !” his coach says, turning around and walking away. “cmon quinn, let’s go home.” you say, grabbing his hand. as you’re both walking out, you guys see the boy from earlier sitting on a bench with one of the first aid workers. quinn puts his arm around your shoulder and puts his hand on your ass. as you both pass by the rookie quinn says, “oh and by the way, yeah bud, i know she’s a dime.”

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes blurb #vancouver canucks #hockey blurb #hockey imagine

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yasuosexual · 4 months

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Elezen men if you asked them to be your first? I love the ishgardian men so much

YESSS OMGEEE :DDD I LOVE THEM TOO!!

warnings: 18+, HW spoilers, established relationship

AYMERIC:

- aymeric is surprised when you ask him… because it’s his first time too. because of the rumors circulating ishgard concerning his family situation, the majority of people chose to avoid him. he considered himself blessed when you walked into his life— you didn’t care what others had to say. you loved aymeric for him!

- it’s definitely awkward… he’s had basic sex ed but that doesn’t mean that he totally knows what to do! of course he starts by kissing you gently, gradually increasing the passion behind his kiss. his hands roam your body, unsure of exactly where to land, but he tries!

- when you both decide that you’re finally ready to proceed, aymeric is slow and gentle with you. it takes him a few tries to get everything lined up perfectly, but when he does, his eyes roll into the back of his head. he had never felt anything this wonderful before.

- he’s a bit sloppy with it— as a virgin, he doesn’t understand how to keep a proper rhythm. he feels good, though. he’s got you moaning his name as you try to comprehend all of the emotions and hormones swelling throughout your body.

- he cums first, and is apologetic about it, but doesn’t stop fucking you until you’re crying from overstimulation. new kink unlocked! he’s about ready to pass out by the time he gets you to come all over his cock.

- “that was wonderful. let’s do it again”

HAURCHEFANT:

- is surprised, like aymeric, but has some experience so he isn’t a total noob. his face lights up when you ask him— he had secretly been thinking about taking your relationship to the next level for a while, but wasn’t sure how to broach the subject.

- he is so touchy and kissy- his hands are all over you. haurchefant spends plenty of time playing with your sensitive bud, taking in all of your moans.

- “so good for me,”

- haurchefant is going crazy at the fact that his hands have you in such shambles. what could he do to you if it were his dick instead?

- and he’s so gentle. he takes it slooooowww for you and is asking you every second if you’re okay. haurchefant pauses for a few moments to make sure you’re adjusting alright before he starts to move, and when he does, man it’s heavenly.

- his strokes are deep yet somehow he’s still so gentle. you can barely handle it when he starts to tenderly kiss your neck and breathe lightly on it… holy moly you’re seeing stars.

- he tries his best to hold it in and let you cum first, but he fails miserably. you feel so good to him.. lawd you got him moaning for you!! but just because he finishes first doesn’t mean he won’t let you have the best orgasm of your life. and he does just that. you’re crying by the time he eventually lets you come all over him.

- he makes sure to get you a glass of water when you’re finished, and gives you lots of kisses and praise.

- “you are so beautiful. you did so well, darling,”

ESTINIEN:

- unlike the other two elezen men, this dude knows wtf he’s doing LOL

- he smirks at your request and shoots you a lustful look, insinuating that he’d be more than willing to help you out. being the deviant he is, estinien is more than capable of showing you the ropes.

- despite the fact that estinien loves rough and passionate sex, he understands that he’ll need to break you in first. so of course, the first time, he is slow and gentle.

- he starts by kissing you on the lips and then gradually making his way down— neck, to chest, to your stomach where he tickles you gently with his soft kisses.

- “if you are uncomfortable, please tell me,”

- he only proceeds after you tell him to, and is slow at first. it takes you a moment to adjust to his size… virgin + big dick = ouch. estinien realizes this and lets you take your time to adjust to him. in the meantime, he kisses your collarbone and tells you how beautiful you look.

- once you allow him move, he starts off slow. he makes sure that you’re doing alright before he quickens the pace. when you eventually beg him to fuck you harder, estinien has to hold himself back from fucking you into oblivion right then and there. that would be for another time;)

- when he causes you to finish, it’s like you’re seeing stars. your vision starts to fade as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. your toes curl and you desperately claw at his back, begging for the sweet release. he finishes soon after and plops down beside you, but not before brushing the hair out of your face first.

- “you did so good for me, my love,”

celly

a little bit of a role reversal here?? haurchefant and aymeric being the hard fuckers and estinien being gentle?? i think so :3

#YUMMY ELEZEN MEN!!!#ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #aymeric #aymeric de borel #aymeric x wol #estinien #estinien varlineau #estinien x reader #estinien x wol #haurchewol #haurchefant x wol #haurchefant de fortemps #haurchefaunt #haurchefant greystone

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candycandy00 · 1 year

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Trending Topics - A Dabi x Reader Fanfic

I intended to post this on Saturday in honor of Dabi's Dance being animated but I finished it earlier than expected and I have no patience so I'm unleashing it to the world now, a few hours early lol. I hope everyone enjoys!

Smut. 18+. Rough sex. Creampie. Probably some other stuff I'm forgetting. Oh yeah, spoilers for Dabi's Dance!

Dabi leans back on the couch and holds his phone up to his face. “Let’s see what everyone has to say about my old man now,” he mutters, opening various social media apps to see what the general public’s reaction to his shocking video was. He could already imagine the outrage over the abuse allegations, the anger over the number one hero raising a violent murderer. He could also imagine the fanboys who would defend Endeavor no matter what, who would go to online war with the detractors who were horrified by Dabi’s video. All of it would be amusing to read through. Dabi will enjoy the online chaos. So he grins wickedly as he opens Twitter.

The names Dabi, Endeavor, and Todoroki Touya are already trending. Naturally. But then Dabi notices a few other “trending topics” that catch his eye. “#Dabisofine”, “#Touyasohot”, and “#SteponmeDabi” are all trending. Surprised and curious, Dabi begins clicking through some of the posts. After a few minutes, he sits up from the couch and stares at the screen incredulously. The tweets flashing by his eyes are definitely not what he expected the result of his video to be.

“OMG Dabi is so fucking hot! How have I never seen this guy before?”

“Okay Touya is definitely the sexiest Todoroki. Just look at him!”

“All I can say is, Dabi can light a fire in my panties any day!”

“Y’all… the things I would let Todoroki Touya do to me…”

“I want Dabi to rail me until I can’t walk.”

Dabi isn’t sure what to think about this. On one hand, he’s a little mad that his big dramatic reveal has been overtaken by posts like this. There’s even a long thread of posts and replies arguing over whether or not his dick has staples in it (it does, and the urge to tell them so wells up within him for a brief moment before dying away). But on the other hand, he feels… flattered? He’s never once thought of himself as sexy or even remotely good looking. All that scarring, all those burns… he felt like Frankenstein’s monster.

Years ago, he’d pretty much resigned himself to never having a lover. Who would want to even touch someone who looked like him? But it didn’t bother him all that much. After all, he was so focused on his revenge, he didn’t really have time for romance anyway. He’d shoved any thoughts of sex or love far away into the back of his mind. Of course he has hormones. He’s human, after all. Occasionally he even has urges, but he takes care of those himself.

Now though, reading through these tweets, those urges he’d shoved down are resurfacing. Out of curiosity, he clicks on the profile of the person who made that last tweet about wanting him to “rail” them. There are pictures of a very pretty young woman who looks to be in her early twenties. He also finds more posts about him.

“God, Dabi is so fine. Those scars really do it for me.”

“I wish I could feel that skin. All over me. I don’t care if he’s a villain.”

“Endeavor is a fucking monster. How could anyone treat such a beautiful person so badly?!”

Then more pictures of the woman. One of them in particular catches Dabi’s attention. It looks like she’s standing on the balcony of an apartment. In the background, he can see a restaurant sign straight across from her that he recognizes. Also in the background are several plants in colorful pots, sitting around her balcony.

Dabi rereads her tweets, then comes to a decision. He grins as he heads out the door.

*****

You hum to yourself as you water your potted plants on your balcony, then check your phone. There are tons of notifications from Twitter. Your posts about Dabi, Todoroki Touya, are getting a lot of likes. They’re also getting the attention of some seriously pathetic Endeavor fans who are trying, and failing, to justify the hero’s behavior. Some of them are just outright saying it’s all a lie, that Dabi’s video is just a phony hit piece. You can’t believe how naive they are, or maybe they’re just willfully ignorant. Either way, you’re already running through arguments and points in your mind that you can shoot back with as you step back into your apartment, leaving the glass door to your balcony open.

You step over to the sink and pour yourself a glass of water, still scrolling through replies with one hand, completely absorbed in your phone. A sudden sound, like a heavy thud, comes from your balcony as you’re walking back toward the door, about halfway through your small living room.

You look up from your phone and see Dabi himself standing just inside the door. He gives you a grin and says, “What was it you want me to do again? Rail you until you can’t walk?”

The glass of water slips from your hand and crashes on the floor. You don’t even look down at it. Your eyes are glued to this extremely sexy villain standing in your living room. One who has apparently read all the pervy tweets you made about him. Your mouth falls open, but you have no idea what to say.

He takes one step closer. “Or did you want to feel my skin all over you? Well, here I am.”

“Oh my God,” you finally manage to say, still staring at him. “Is this really happening?”

He tilts his head to the side, his hair falling over one bright blue eye. “That’s up to you.”

You slowly step closer to him, as if he’ll disappear if you approach too quickly. He’s gorgeous, but he’s still a villain. You don’t want to upset him. But damn, you really want to touch him. Maybe just ask for permission?

“Can I… touch you?” you ask.

“That’s what I’m here for,” he says, his grin showing his teeth.

You take one more step, effectively closing the distance between you and him. You reach out one hand and gently touch the side of his face, feeling the spaces where the scarring and healthy skin meet, your fingers grazing over the staples and piercings. You watch his expression, but it remains unchanged. Clearly, he’s not bothered by this.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say in a quiet voice, the words slipping out before you think them through.

Something shifts in his eyes. For a split second, the playful deviance vanishes and something else, something heartbreaking, takes its place. But then he grins again and says, “Look who’s talking.”

Does that mean he thinks you’re beautiful too? You feel a blush creep into your face. “Are you really here to rail me?” you ask.

“Do you really want me to?” he shoots back.

When you answer, your voice is more breathless than you expected. “More than anything.”

He reaches behind him and pulls the door shut, then follows you to your bedroom. As soon as you enter the room, you begin pulling your clothes off. Dabi watches you, not yet taking any of his clothing off. You feel like you’re doing a strip tease, with his eyes following your every move. It’s making heat spread through your body.

When you’re completely naked, you approach him and tug at his jacket. He lets you slide it off his shoulders and drop it on the floor, then he pulls his shirt over his head. You’ve seen him shirtless in the video, but nothing compares to seeing that lovely two-tone skin in person. Dabi’s eyes shift to the floor for a moment. Is he self-conscious about the scars? It seems ludicrous to you, especially since he was willing to show them off to the world in the video. But maybe showing them to someone in person is different.

You can’t help yourself, you have to touch him. You press both hands to his chest and slide them down, gingerly feeling the staples and the different textures of his skin. “It’s amazing,” you whisper.

His eyes shift back to you, and there’s an unreadable expression on his face. Not exactly embarrassed. Not exactly proud. It’s something like surprise, like no one has ever touched him before. “You have a scar fetish or something?” he asks, the playful tone seeming like a mask for whatever he’s actually feeling.

“I don’t know if I’d call it a fetish. I do like scars though. They’re unique to the person who carries them. They tell a story.”

He’s looking into your eyes now as your hands slide down to unbutton his pants. “And what story do mine tell?”

You meet his gaze and say, “One that’s very painful, I can imagine. I’d love to know the whole story someday. For now, I just think they’re mesmerizing to look at, and they feel incredible to the touch.” By this point you’ve pushed his pants down to his ankles, and he steps out of them. He’s not wearing underwear, and you can see all the glorious lines of scarring and staples across his thighs and hips. His cock is unscarred, but there are a few staples in it. You wonder about their purpose, but don’t ask.

Your hands run down his body, over his abdomen, moving around him to brush over his well-toned ass, and then you take his cock into one of your hands and lightly stroke it. It’s been growing harder by the moment, and the motion of your hand is speeding that process up.

Dabi sucks in air through his teeth, his eyes closing and opening slowly like a cat’s. Once he’s fully erect, he reaches down and pulls your hand away. “You’ve been looking me over this whole time. I think I should get a turn.”

With that, he suddenly picks you up and carries you to the bed. The feel of his bare skin on yours sends shivers through your body, and you miss the feel of it when he sits you down on the mattress. You scoot back to give him room, and he gently pushes your legs apart. He hovers over you, his eyes moving all over you, his hands finally reaching out to grope your breasts. His hands are firm and warm as they knead the plump mounds, then he scoots back slightly and leans forward, so that his head is positioned close to your groin.

Dabi uses his fingers to spread open your flesh and look at what’s inside. Then he leans even closer and runs his tongue along the inner folds, tasting your arousal. When his tongue hits your clit, you arch your back and moan. Dabi looks up at you with that unreadable expression again, like he’s just now understanding how much you really want him.

Then he grins again, because he’s discovered your weak spot. His tongue traces circles around your clit, making you squirm beneath him, wanting him to hit the bullseye again. He finally has mercy on you and closes his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking on it before running his tongue over it again. He even lightly grazes it with his teeth.

You cry out in pleasure, running one hand through his soft white hair and using the other to grip the sheets beside you. What name should you call out? Dabi? Touya? You’re not sure, so you so you stick to moans and wordless cries as he absolutely devours you. When you cum, it’s like a tsunami has hit your body, rocking it with wave after wave of rippling pleasure. Your whole body tenses up, your toes curl, and your hand in his hair tightens.

After a few seconds, your body relaxes, and Dabi pulls away, licking his lips. You feel weak, but you see the raging erection between his legs and know you can’t rest yet. He still hasn’t done what he came here to do. You reach for him, placing your hands on his scarred shoulders and pulling him toward you. You want, no need, him inside you. It’s an ache you felt the moment his video started. When you saw that body, those glowing blue eyes, that expression of carefully contained rage and pain… you wanted him like nothing before.

He lingers on top of you, not doing anything, just watching your face. Why is he hesitating? You try to pull him closer, but he’s not budging.

“Please,” you whimper, spreading your legs further apart, giving him the easiest access you can, “do it!”

Desire and lust seem to flame in his eyes. He wants to, you know it. But he waits. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he says, his voice husky and low. Oh, now you see. He wants you to beg for it. Well, you can certainly do that.

You raise your hips from the bed and rub you drenched pussy across the underside of his cock. “Please, I want you inside me! Please fuck me!”

That seemed to do the trick. He smiles as he positions himself just right, then shoves his cock all the way in. He’s so much bigger than you expected, filling you up completely. As he pulls out a few inches, the staples scrape your insides in such a delicious way, you can’t help moaning again. He begins a rhythm of thrusting in and out, slowly at first and then picking up speed. You look up at him, and he’s thrown his head back, his eyes closed, his hands gripping your thighs.

He’s definitely railing you now, but it’s not enough. You might be able to walk tomorrow. In a panting voice, you cry out, “Harder!”

He opens his eyes and looks at your face, sees the lusty desperation there, and suddenly thrusts in so hard that you imagine his cock has entered your womb. His hands move to your waist, where he holds you steady as he pounds you into the mattress, every thrust feeling like it might just break your bones.

You love it. This is what you wanted. This man, this gorgeous, pained, scarred, unique person, being so deep inside you. One of his hands moves to your breast, where he roughly squeezes it. You’re going to be covered in bruises when this is over, but you’ll look at each one with joy.

Your hands are above your head, holding onto the brass headboard for dear life. Dabi moves his hand from your breast down to your clit, where he rubs it, hard enough to make you wince. You were already so sensitive from the earlier action, you cum again on the spot, your body convulsing with your orgasm.

Dabi doesn’t let up, continuing to fuck you as hard as he can as you tremble under him, tears falling from your eyes. You let go of the headboard and lift your weak, shaky arms to wrap them around his neck. To your surprise, he moves his hand from your sore clit and uses it to hold your head up, closer to him, his fingers intertwining with your hair in a gentle fashion. It’s an intimate gesture you didn’t expect from him, even as he rails you as promised. Finally, he cums inside you, filling you with hot sticky fluid, his grip on your waist tightening but the hand in your hair remaining soft. When he’s done, he pulls out and falls onto the bed beside you. You want to cuddle up to him, but you’re not sure how he would react to that. You just met. It’s not like you’re in a relationship.

After a few minutes, your naked body has cooled slightly, so you pull a sheet over the both of you. You reach over to the nightstand to get your phone and ask, “Would you mind if I take a picture of us?”

He looks over at you and says, “What, as a souvenir?”

You blush a little as you answer. “Yeah.”

He scoots closer to you and says, “Sure.”

You hold the phone up, pointing the camera at your faces. It’s obvious the two of you are topless, but you make sure the bottom of the image cuts off just before your tits are shown. You snap the picture and smile as you look at it. “Thanks,” you say.

Dabi gets out of bed and begins putting his clothes back on. “Are you gonna post it?”

You look up at him. “Hmm?”

“The picture. Are you gonna post it on Twitter?”

“Do you mind if I do?”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t bother me.”

You smile and open Twitter, add some comments and hashtags, and post the photo. Dabi pulls on his boots and says, “I better go. If I found your place from looking at your pictures, I’m sure the heroes can too.”

You suddenly regret posting it. “Wait, does that mean you can’t come back here?”

He looks at you with that unreadable expression again. “Do you want me to come back?”

“Of course I do!”

There’s a small notebook and a pen lying on your nightstand. Dabi picks them up and writes something down. “Here’s my number. Call me and we can meet up somewhere.”

You feel an incredible sense of relief. You can still see him. You can call him, maybe even get to know him for real. You take the notebook in your hands and cradle it, as if it’s a treasure. “Thanks,” you say.

Dabi shrugs again, rubbing the back of his head casually. “No problem,” he says back, seeming just a little awkward about it. “See you around then.”

He leaves through the balcony door, and you start humming happily to yourself again as you head for the shower.

*****

Once Dabi gets back to the hideout, he pulls out his phone and checks Twitter. There’s a new post by his new favorite user. There’s the picture of the two of you. Beneath it is a caption, as well as some hashtags. As he reads it, a grin spreads across his face, and then he breaks out into laughter.

“Got railed by the hottest Todoroki! Best day ever! #Dabisofine #Yesithasstaples #Villainsdoitbetter #EatshitEndeavor”

#Dabi x Reader #Dabi x You #Dabi Smut #Dabi #Touya Todoroki #Todoroki Touya #Dabi Fanfiction

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multifandomslxt · 1 year

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I’d love to know your take on the perks of dating a chubby!reader. Seventeen or NCT, it’s upto you!

I mean as a chubby girl I make a great heater, pillow, stress ball, gym weight, and taste tester 👅

I’m sure not everyone has a smutty outcome but I’m sure a few of the boys would love death by bosom. Jeonghans always cold and I’m pretty sure I could give jungwoo the softest squishiest cuddle he’s ever had haha

Nct 127 perks of dating a chubby! S/o

Taeil

Tits and tummy

He’s alllllll about the tits and tummy

Idgaf what anybody else says😭😭

Goes feral when you walk round the hose without a bra.

His hands always find a way to creep up under your shirt and play with your nipple

As for your tummy…

His personal pillow

Although if he were to choose between the two

It’s your tits😌

Doesn’t mean he shuns the tummy though

9 times outta 10 he gives you hickeys all over your tummy

Makes you wear crop tops every time he does it too.

“You’re so soft and comfortable”

Taeyong

Choke him with your thighs🧍🏿‍♀️

Loses it when you wear shorts

He gets to see your thighs double in size when you sit 😭

I’m sorry but he groans out loud at that some times😭😭

Pinches them when he thinks you’re being a tease

As we all know taeyong is a man (SHALALA)

As a result

In his eyes

Death by pussy is the best way to go

In other words…

SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE!

He sucks the life outta you

Past

Present

And

Future

Also likes how rough and calloused his hands look next to your soft and plush thighs

Oooooo

He would loose it if you wore short tennis skirt but lemme stop😭😭✋🏿

Johnny

Okay okay hear me out

This is very specific

Yk when thick girlies wear body con dresses and they sit down

And you can see their tummy rolls?

Yup

That’s his calling

Your fucking tummy rolls AND your back rolls

I’ve said this before but when Mr.Suh is fucking you from the back

there are certain things that just make him want to fuck a baby into you😭

Another one of those being your back rolls

HE MAKES YOU ARCH MORE SO THAT THEY BECOME MORE PRONOUNCED 😭😭

I said what I said

And don’t let him catch sight of those stretch marks either 👀

Also we know this man has a size kink so if you just happen to be short and chubby….good luck with that😭😭

Yuta

Ma’am 😭

Chileeeeee

Yk exactly what this man will do to you😭

Anyways even though I believe Yuta would love EVERYTHING

I think is absolute favourite would be

Your love handles.

Why?

Not only because you skin is soft and supple there

But also because

When he’s fucking you and you’re trying to run away or escape

He knows that Holding on to your love handles tightly will keep you right here he needs you

Also likes how your tummy jiggles when the orgasm is too much😩

Doyoung

Unlike the previous ones his isn’t as horny💀

Baby like your cheeks

He just loves how plum they are🥹

He loves how he can squish them and how they puff up when you’re angry😭😭

So cute🫶🏿🫶🏿🫶🏿😭

Also Loves your chubby hands

Loves how they can barely wrap around his hard dick

Loves how you have to use both hands to pump him

And also loves how your cheeks puff up when your trying to swallow all his cum🧍🏿‍♀️

Ik I said his wasn’t gonna be horny but I lied😂

Jaehyun

Okay

Lemme see if I can explain this well

lie down on your back

lift both your legs up

don't spread them just lift them up and pull them to your chest

THAT!

THAT IS WHAT HE LOVES

more specifically

he loves the way your pussy is being squeezed between your thighs

he would call it a sweet treat

because this man eats pussy like he's been starved.

Jungwoo

Anon you couldn't have been more on point.

Although I believe Jungwoo is horny 24/7 lmaooooo

His favorite thing about you would be the cuddles.

Especially when he's sad or tired he just likes to be spooned

imagine this big baby curling up next to you

OMG

He would definitely leave light kisses on your tummy

AJFJHWEIKJDSBVINJEKLHDGVESK,S;DFJP

I'm devastated

Mark

STRETCH MARKS

And if you think I'm wrong

argue with yo mama, not me.

Don't get me wrong Johnny would break your back in if he saw your stretch marks

But mark?

Mark?

Mark is gonna have you trying to push him off you.

Like you are literally going to try and run tf awayyyyyyy

Stretch marks are necessary for his survival.

Can and will fuck you just because you showed him how some of your stretch marks are darker than others

OML this is so dirty and specific but hear me out

He uses his cum to trace some of your stretch marks😭😭😭

Haechan

Loves how you look in his clothes

Especially his basketball shorts

One time he spilled something on your bottoms and he offered you his basketball shorts to change into

It's loose on him but when you put it on it looked skin tight

THE MAN WENT FERAL

because why is your ass so pronounced in a pair of basketball shorts???

long story short that pair of shorts now has a hole in the crotch

don't ask why

yk exactly why

HE FUCKED YOU

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nikethestatue · 1 year

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The Paperman

Elriel Month 2023

I don't even know what the prompt is, but I wrote this. Thanks to @gracie-rosee for suggesting Paperman.

It's short and has language.

For A.

Always the man of my dreams

When you know, you know, right?

And I knew.

I knew that the girl with the big brown cow eyes–maybe doe eyes would be more appropriate–would be irreversibly tied to me. In some strange, cosmic way, in that sugary sweet Nicholas Sparks loopy, wordy nonsense, I just felt it. In my gut. My dick. My brain. Don’t want to say heart, but I have to admit, in my heart too.

Brown-eyed girl was the girl.

Only problem is, I didn’t know who the girl with the cow eyes was. Or how to find her.

It was a blustery day, so common in April, in Chicago. The weather playing mind games with the occupants of the city, taunting them with warmth and sunshine in the morning, only to plunge the temperatures to near freezing by the afternoon. Ha. Ha. Ha. Suckers!

I was standing on the CTA platform that morning, opting not to take the car to work, and now berating myself for that. ‘It’s a nice spring day’ they said. ‘A little windy’ they lied. It wasn’t nice and it wasn’t a ‘little windy’. Like a dumbass, I decided to walk to work, and not 3 blocks in, I was fucking freezing. Now, I am a big guy. I am 6”6 (like I said, I am a big guy), and you’d think that big guys, with 4% body fat and a couple of stints in Afghanistan back in the 2000s would be okay with the wind and the cold that was coming off the lake. I don’t know what it was about me–maybe it was that back then, I was in my early 20s, running hot all the time, or maybe it was my huge ass beard, or all the velcro gear that I had to schlep around on my body–but now that I was 34, I sure couldn’t tolerate the cold quite as well as I did back then.

Hence, me standing on the open platform, waiting for the train. Freezing my nuts off.

And then, Miss Thing saunters in. And to me, she is the best thing since…forever. Forget sliced bread. All I hear in my head is ‘Thunderstruck’ by AC/DC. Or AccaDacca as my Aussie friends call it.

So I stand there, in the howling wind, under the shade of the old timey skyscrapers, shivering like a wet poodle in only my suit…and…

I am falling in love.

Like, legit falling in love.

Tumbling.

Because cow-eyes is perfection.

I find myself thinking that she is everything that I’d ever wanted.

I am not a white picket fence kind of a guy, but if there was a girl that i’d trade my loft for, and end up in the suburbs with, mowing the lawn every Sunday and going to Costco to pick up 96 rolls of toilet paper–this is the girl I’d do it for.

I am hoping she is not one for the Costco trips: because if she is perfect, if she is mine, if she is carved out of my own damn rib, if she was placed here, on this platform because she belongs to me, then Miss Cow Eyes isn’t a Costco girl.

But I don’t even care.

I stare like a creeper, because if I close my eyes, I fear that she’d just disappear and I’d have to be committed, due to some intense nervous breakdown, because I let MY GIRL go and didn’t approach her.

Now, here’s where being 6”6 sucks.

Yeah, I got a nice Italian bespoke suit on, and my watch costs more than a house, but I also got neck tattoos, hand tattoos, Freddy Kreuger-level scarred hands, and I am 6”6 and I scare the ladies even on a good day. Yeah, I fucked a lot, still do–though now that I am in love with Cow-Eyes, I am going to be faithful forever–but the girls I fuck(ed) were still cautious, and only found their courage after the help of some alcoholic liquids. They are never disappointed when they say ‘yes’ and take a walk on the wild side with yours truly, but Cow-Eyes doesn’t seem like that kind of a girl.

She is like…pure.

Not sure.

Maybe she is not pure, but she is a good girl.

She’s got a cute pink and gray checkered coat on, she’s got cute white Adidas skater shoes on, cute jeans, and a cute pink beanie, on her extremely cute head. Waves of golden brown hair whip around her perfect face, smacking around the red-painted lips that I am absolutely sure I will kiss one day. And do some other very objectionable, but very hot things with. The sight of her makes me think depraved thoughts, even though she is just standing there, being all cute, clutching a leather folder to her chest. The chest–I also want to do unmentionable things with.

Here I am, suffocating with love and lust, and Cow-Eyes has no idea and the wind is just brutal.

A gust hits us so hard, it almost knocks her off her feet. She takes an awkward Bambi step, trying to hold on to all her crap, and I, being a gentleman and a dick, let her fall right into me. Into my ever-loving arms she stumbles, clutches my biceps with her little hands that have short, imperfect nails, and her sweet Altoids-y breath washes over me, as I hold her up. She smiles at me, all cute and flustered, and I smile like a shark, because I smell the delicious scent of fresh meat. My meat. This will all be mine, very soon.

The rumble of the upcoming train sends me into a sudden panic.

Are we sharing the same train?

Is she hopping on one and I am on the other?

Are we destined to miss each other like two ships in the night? Nope. Not if I have anything to do with it.

Cow-Eyes is blushing like a virgin, touched for the very first time, and I don’t want to let her go, but I also don’t want it to be weird.

It’s already weird, because I am in love with her, and she doesn’t know it. She doesn’t know that she will be in love with me too. Like this is how weird this is–here I am, staring at the future mother of my children (I am hoping for twins, boy and girl, but I am flexible), and the love of my life is trembling in my arms, not knowing that I will be attempting to impregnate her pretty soon (with consent, don’t worry).

The crowds swell and she separates from me, while another gust of wind almost fells us all down. In this instance, all it does is it makes her lose hold on her folder, and out flies a piece of paper that smacks her right in her perfect face.

I am losing her. She is fleeing my arms and I am feeling hollow and fucking empty, like she just tore a piece of my soul and took it with her. Dismayed, I watch her shoulder her way inside the train car, and she gives me a look…And I fucking freeze. Because the look is raw and full of understanding. Like she’d known me all of my life. Like she understands every strand of my being and every fucked up thought in my head. Cow Eyes blink at me, and the doors close and I watch her go. Away. Without me.

I am so discombobulated, I feel as if a limb was severed and her phantom presence is still with me, the scent of perfume and Altoids marks my skin, my shirt, but she is not here.

Dazed. I am dazed and confused, and I watch the train snake forward, feeling like a new bride watching her lover go off to war never to see him again.

Fuck.

How do I find a girl in the city of 5 million?

My girl.

My Cow Eyes.

My beautiful girl who is cute head to toe and who’ll have me as a husband, and will never lose me in the crowd, because she can always spot a 6”6 monstrosity with neck tats.

Now, who is dry humping my leg?

I look down, and there is a piece of paper wrapped around my pant, stuck there and held up by the wind. Thanks buddy! Never loved the wind as much as I love it right now. There is a rowdy looking pigeon that’s eyeing my paper like a bastard, or maybe it’s the remnants of the burrito that someone graciously tossed right on the platform, because throwing it out in a garbage bin is too much work apparently. Anyway, I don’t care, because I beat the pigeon to it and sweep the paper up in my hand, before he flies into my leg like a bull attacking a matador. I nudge the burrito towards him–buon appetito, pal–and look at the paper.

First thing–there is a perfect imprint of my girl’s lovely lips right on the paper. It’s smeared a bit, as she’s been sucki-

Okay, focus. Time for that later. The pouty outline of her lips is pure deliciousness, but I am not after spank bank material right now. Priorities and all.

It’s an invoice of some kind. To a tattoo shop.

What?

My girl looks like she’d faint at the sight of needles, but maybe I am totally misreading her? What if babygirl has a sleeve going? I mean, even I am doubting that this is the case, but why the heck would she have an invoice for some dude named Martin Scalia for $350 from Jade Eyes Tattoo and Piercing Parlour, LTD. Props to the British spelling of ‘parlor’--a classy move–but Jade Eyes??? They literally have some kind of unfathomable connection to Cow-Eyed Girl and they call it ‘Jade Eyes’? Dumb.

I am pensive and kind of an asshole for the rest of the day.

I have Martin Scalia’s invoice sitting on my desk in my office, and I am staring at the slightly smeared lipstick imprint like I am deranged.

I am deranged.

I have an 800 million deal that I am working on, but all I can think of is my girl. I look out at the vast expanse of the city, its skyline dotted with an endless number of skyscrapers, all looking like overly erect dicks, the dickest of which is of course the Trump Tower. And somewhere, in this Forest of Dicks, is my girl. Who is currently not with me, and that’s just throwing me. She should be resting her sweet ass on my lap right now, looking at me adoringly, calling me ‘my love’ or ‘master’ and eagerly thinking of what I would do with her once we get home. Instead, she is gallivanting somewhere unknown to me and it’s irritating as fuck.

My buddy Cass sticks his big head in the door of my office and asks me if I am in love, because I am, apparently, mooney-eyed. He snags a look at Martin’s invoice and the lipstick smear, then grins like an asshole and leaves me be, while whistling ‘Strangers in the Night’. I love him as much as I hate him. But mostly love. I only love two people–Cow-Eyes and Cass.

I am sprinting out of the office and onto the street like a young buck. I am a young buck. Or maybe, a middle-aged buck, but I have a plan and it’s giving me wings. I get into an Uber and we drive all the way to UIC, which, in my opinion, is still a neighbourhood that’s shady as fuck. I hope that my girl is safe walking around here.

The car drops me off at the infamous Jade Eyes Tattoo shop.

I am gonna be honest here, I didn’t give this too much thought.

My brain is so full of my Cow-Eyed girl, that there is absolutely no space left for anything else. Like planning. Like not being a creeper and just barging in. Or considering that she might not even be there. Why would she be? Maybe she is an accountant and this is her client? I guess I can beat the shit out of the tattoo guys and demand to know the whereabouts of their sexy, gorgeous, perfect, incredible, stunning accountant who will be my wife, though I prefer not to go that route. I try to be peaceful. Usually.

Also, she cannot be an accountant.

She is definitely a writer. Yes. She writes dark romances. I can feel it.

So….I actually don’t have a plan.

But I walk in anyway and figure I’d play it by ear.

And there she is. The beanie is off and her golden hair is gilded by the light, gleaming light the sun at dawn.

Those large brown eyes flicker and blink, and she recongises me. The moment is right there. Seared into my memory forever. She blinks. And she knows me. She knows me through time and space, like I know her. She is my girl. It’s inevitable.

When you know, you know. Right?

“Go on a date with me,” I order.

“Okay,” she says.

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midnightmajick · 14 days

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Get Your Freak On

Mike Schmidt x fem reader

Warnings: Smut, porn with (basically) no plot, literally takes place in a strip club so...

18+ only, Minors DNI

Word count: 1,691 words

Wrote this to "Get Ur Freak On" by Missy Elliott, I'll put the Spotify link below this.

It was 11pm, and Micheal Schmidt was in his own personal hell. Most guys would enjoy tonight, but Mike wasn’t most guys. If he had known this bachelor party were at a strip club, he probably wouldn’t have gone. Yeah, Mark was his best friend, but this was a line Mike wouldn’t willingly cross. He hated the idea of being there. He didn’t mind hookups, but full-on strip clubs were not his idea of fun. He sighed as he remembered he actually paid someone to watch Abby. Only to find out he would be spending the entire night here, where it reeked of sex.

All of his friends knew Mike wasn’t into this kind of thing either. No wonder they wouldn’t tell him where they were going until it was too late for him to weasel his way out of being there. So he sat in the corner, trying his best to ignore everyone and everything.

He was doing fine until you walked over to him. He wasn’t interested in you, but you found it strange how a man could be so cross at a place like this. “Hey there big boy, want me to cheer you up?” You asked in a sultry tone. Obviously this guy wasn’t happy to be here, and your boss would kill you if you didn’t try to fix it. It didn’t hurt that he was hot. Not in the typical fuck-boy way; in fact, he almost had a softer look to him. Well, despite the unwavering scowl on his face.

“No, I’m good thanks,” the man grumbled. This clearly wasn’t going to be easy. “Okay, but can you at least try not to look so angry? Between you and me, my boss isn’t exactly happy you’re sitting here in this kind of mood. He says it’s bad for business,” you reasoned with him. But you might as well have been grasping at straws. “Look, if I could leave, I would. It’s my best friend’s bachelor party; he and the rest of our friends tricked me into coming. I don’t want to be here. Nothing personal,” he growled.

“They tricked you into coming? That’s fucked up.”

“Yeah. And I can’t go home cause that would be rude. Plus I already paid the babysitter.”

“You have a kid?”

“No, I take care of my sister. I just hope she doesn’t find out this is where I was, cause she’s fucking ten.”

“Oh, damn. I honestly don’t blame you for being pissed. I’d be mad too.”

“Really?” his scowl evaporated. Finally, someone that understood how fucked up this entire situation was. And actually cared enough to listen to how he felt. “Yeah, I’m sorry they pulled that on you, that’s just a dick move.”

“No kidding.”

A pause.

“I’m Mike.”

“Y/N,” you responded.

Mike smiled. Not a forced smile, but a genuine one. For the first time tonight, he had a reason to. Sure, he hated being here, but at least you weren’t too bad. You were definitely easy on the eyes. Maybe this wasn’t as bad as he thought. He was suddenly aware of the fact that you were barely wearing anything, and a blush covered his face.

Before he noticed what he was doing, Mike’s eyes looked you up and down lecherously. You immediately took notice of how he was gaping at you, and a knot instantly formed in your stomach. Damn, Mike was making you feel all kinds of things you didn’t normally feel when you were working.

Maybe it was those big doe eyes of his that looked up at you, now glazed over with want. Or his strong hands that you just wanted to have touch you all over. But you had a feeling that the real reason you felt this way is because you could tell he saw you as more than an object, but as a human being. Just like him.

“Like what you see Mike?” you teased. Immediately, Mike broke out of his trance and blinked, a bright red blush covering his face. Clearly he was embarassed, but you reassured him, “No, it’s okay, take it all in, hun.” His eyes instantly snapped up to yours, searching for any doubt or discomfort in your expression.

When he failed to find any, his hands slid up your thighs and onto your waist, instantly earning a sigh from you. “That’s it hun, go ahead, take what you want.” You didn’t have to tell him twice. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew you’d gladly give it to him. He guided you down onto his lap, and if it wasn’t clear before how much he needed you, it was now. You could feel his cock pressing against his jeans, begging for release. The release you would give to him. You dragged your barely-clothed cunt over his crotch, eliciting a groan from his lips instantly. His hands kneaded at your hips, and you let out a low moan.

“Feel good, Princess?” he growled lustfully. God, this was going to be good. “Mike...” is all you could manage as he continued to grab at you. He was ensnared in your web, but that was okay with him. He wanted, no, needed, you so bad that he didn’t care how desperate he came across.

“Wanna head somewhere more-fuuuck-private?” you asked, your gaze pleading with him to fuck you already as he grasped at your soft skin. He grinned devilishly, and you knew exactly where to take him. You snagged his hand and led him to the back of the club, where you opened the back door. “I know a place, follow me.”

A few minutes later, you had brought him to your apartment. Normally you wouldn’t have taken him here, but something was different about him. You needed somewhere private so he could take you, and none of the rooms in the club you worked in were available. That, and they were kind of gross anyway. At least, in your opinion.

As soon as he walked in, a wave of shyness washed over Mike. This was your apartment, he didn’t really feel as if he belonged here, and he needed to be respectful. You sensed his cocky attitude shift, and as you led him to your bedroom, you knew you had to do something to keep him from bolting. So you tackled him onto the bed. His eyes widened in surprise, he wasn’t expecting it, but he wasn’t going to complain.

Before you had a chance to start doing what you had planned to, he flipped you over, sandwiching you between his body and the bed. You instantly moaned, completely caught off guard. His body was pressed on top of yours, and you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

You were about to beg him to do something, anything, but you never got the chance. His lips sucked on your neck, evoking a whimper from you. “Mike, fuuuck...” you whined, the tone of your voice an indicator of your arousal. “Come on, be my good girl now...” he mumbled, lost in a world of ardor.

His hips began jutting up into yours, and you both groaned in response. As he snapped up against you, his hands fumbled around for the clasps on your top. After unhooking them, he tore the revealing garment off of your chest. He stared at you salaciously, practically drooling over himself. How had he gotten so lucky?

He clawed at your bottoms desperately, and once he had them off, his eyes were glued to your pussy and how wet you were for him. Without delay, you started yanking his clothes off as well. As soon as you pulled his boxers off, his cock sprang free of its restraints, leaking a bit of pre-cum at its tip. Fuck, he was huge. If you weren’t used to this kind of thing, you would have wondered if you could take him.

Before you had time to react, Mike shoved himself inside of your cunt. You squealed in arousal and surprise as he began to fuck into you like a madman. It was clear he hadn’t done this in a while, he was completely desperate to ravage you, but you weren’t complaining. Whines spilled from your lips and his name rolled off of your tongue along with a string of obscenities and moans about how good his dick felt inside of you.

He pounded into you with fervor, hips snapping up into you and filling you up. His hand snaked down to your clit, and he began to rub circles against the sensitive flesh. You moaned loudly, unable to control the volume of your voice. The feeling of his dick as it pistoned up into you with accuracy and precision was incredible. He was hitting your G-spot over and over, and as his hand continually grazed over your clit, you knew you were done for. It wouldn’t be long now.

As you came, a guttural cry echoed throughout your apartment. Mike continued fucking into you, chasing his own release. He finally erupted, his breath hitching as you felt his cum paint your insides white. “Damn... That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” you panted. Your hair clung to your face from the layer of sweat that covered your body, which gave a slight sheen to your skin. “Me too,” Mike agreed.

“By the way, today was my last day. Glad it wasn’t yesterday,” you mused aloud. “I’m really glad too,” Mike replied, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. That’s when you realized. That he felt the same way you did. You had a feeling there was a connection before everything got so... sexual, but you weren’t sure if it was just you wanting it to be true so bad you believed it, or if it was actually real.

But now, based on that little display of affection, that little kiss he gave you a few moments ago, you knew. You were swept away inside your mind, but before you had a chance to continue your train of thought, Mike interrupted you. “By the way, could I have your number?”

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avalanchesumich · 6 months

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mastermind!au

november 16

cam was deep into her book when someone knocked on her door. she looked up for a moment and decided to ignore it and keep reading, up until the person knocked repeatedly likw a mad man.

cam rolled her eyes and jumped down from her bed after marking her place in her book. she walked to her desk and grabbed her pepper spray. slowly she opened the door, and she so desperately wanted to slam it shut.

“taylor?” she gasped. “what are you doing here?”

“i came to see you of course,” taylor grinned. “you being my favorite sister and all.”

“i’m your only sister,” cam grumbled, watching how he peaked around cameron to look into her dorm. “i told you to tell me when you’re coming. he isn’t here, stop looking.”

“what kind of big brother would i be if i didn’t come unannounced?” taylor shrugged, walking into her room. “so where is he?”

“he’s in class,” cameron answered, smiling slightly. she did miss her brothers.

before taylor could respond, there were three knocks on the door before gabe entered.

“babe, you won’t believe what happened in class today…” gabe cut his sentence short upon seeing the boy in her room. “oh, uh, hi,” he said awkwardly. he looked over at cam, who mouthed an apology.

“hi, gabriel,” taylor nodded. “do you always let yourself into my sister’s room like this.”

“um, no,” gabe lied, swallowing thickly. “not usually.”

“taylor, don’t be a dick,” cam rolled her eyes. “ignore him, gabe.”

“how about coffee?” taylor offered. “on me? i’d like to get to know your boyfriend, cammy.”

“cammy?” gabe raised his eyebrows, watching as taylor opened the door, waiting for the two of them to follow.

“never call me that, gabe, i swear to god,” cam warned, glaring at taylor. “i’m sorry about this. if i had known he was coming i would have told you. i promise.”

“i know,” gabe nodded with a soft smile. “can you hurry up and put some shoes on. i’m already nervous, i don’t want to keep him waiting.”

“its just taylor,” cam rolled her eyes, but did as her boyfriend asked nonetheless. “he’s gonna like you. he can only keep up the scary big brother act for so long, you have nothing to worry about.”

gabe didn’t say anything, but waited for her to grab her keys to lock the door behind them, allowing her to lead the way.

taylor was true to his word, he did pay for the coffee, declining gabe’s polite efforts to pay, and glaring at cam, who told also declined gabe’s effort.

gabe had to get back to campus to work on a project with a classmate, but taylor stuck around for a little longer, him and cam walking around.

“so what’s the verdict?” cam asked quietly, kicking a pebble as she walked.

“he’s not half bad,” taylor shrugged, laughing when cam jammed her elbow into his side. “alright, alright, he’s got my stamp of approval” he said. “ease off, i’ve got games this weekend. you still coming to the home game?”

“yeah,” cam grinned, excited to see her brother play for the first time in a while. “me, val, and timmy are driving up.”

“good,” taylor nodded before clearing his throat. by the sigh cam let out, he knew she knew what he was about to bring up. “you’re gonna have to talk to him eventually.”

“i talk to him everyday, taylor.”

“you know what i mean,” taylor scoffed. “not the hi how was your day texts like you guys just met. he misses your ridiculous updates that no one asks for, but we all love anyway. he misses you.”

“no one looks forward to me saying i bought another overpriced coffee,” cam ignored the rest of what taylor said.

“sure we do,” taylor nodded. “he does, cammy. he lives on the other side of the fucking country. i know it doesn’t seem like it, but he’s being a dick of a brother because he cares about you. he feels guilty for what happened with brian.”

“he knows it wasn’t his fault,” cam whispered. “and he needs to move on. i did.”

“call him,” taylor demanded. “as soon as i leave. hash it out.”

“can you stay forever?”

“cameron.”

“okay, geez,” cam rolled her eyes, ignoring the burning sensation they had. she blinked the tears away as they neared the parking lot. “see you saturday.”

“see you saturday,” taylor smiled. he wrapped his little sister into a big hug, it beinf the first one in months.

“drive safe,” cam said, pulling away.

“i will,” taylor nodded. hjs eyes drifted behind cam, and he nodded. “call cale.”

“i will,” cam nodded, turning around to see gave waiting. she gave taylor one last hug before she departed to meet gabe on the sidewalk.

“hi,” he smiled, throwing his arm around her shoulder. “how was it?”

“good,” cam nodded, leaning into him as they walked away. “missed him.”

“i know you did,” gabe nodded, pressing a kiss to her temple. “what’s the plan now?”

“right now, i’m gonna call cale,” cam answered quietly. “it’s time to deal with it, i guess.”

“atta girl,” gabe whispered encouragingly. he wasn’t aware of the full extent of the makar sibling argument, but he’d been trying to get her to figure things out with cale.

“we’ll meet you and the guys at the dining hall for dinner?”

“yeah,” gabe nodded as they came to a stop outside her dorm building. “text me when you’re on your way. and when you get to your room.”

“i will,” cam laughed. she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek before making her way to her room.

#mastermind!au #gabe perreault x makar!sister

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Adding back to my “Lilith died so Lucifer could get laid” theory. I read a fic years ago about Lilith meeting mc and mc wants to fight God (understandable) and Lilith isn’t mad she’s calm asf just happy to finally meet her and she’s like???? “Aren’t you pissed??? You literally died just to come back up to the celestial realm” And Lilith is holding back a laugh like “mc, beloved if I had ent died and the war never happened where would you be?” And she’s like 😀🙂 oh okay. Like damn,,,, we would have never gotten to meet them! And Satan wouldn’t exist🥲 like that’s so said to think and IK the brothers don’t want to hear that. So imagine like idk how marrying 7 people at once would go but it’s your wedding or some type of “we swear to be together for eternity” ceremony and it’s all fun and cool even some of the angels who were against them are there bc like CANNOT keep his mouth shut about his fav big sibling getting married and Michael was like oh it gotta be here for the drama👀 maybe diavolo would walk mc down the isle but like lmao he’s apart of my harem too💀 might have to wake his dad up for that one. Or they walk to us and Lucifer is the last to go for he feels this overwhelming familiar presence and freezes and god has to give a speech bc lmao he does what he wants CLEARLY. The brothers feel every emotion at once, sadness, fear, rage and confusion they don’t even know what to do as they were stunned into silence and diavolo is like 😅what do you need?? And he starts some long speech about how they’re still his kids and Lucifer was his favorite before he drops the bomb that he sacrificed Lilith so mc could be born bc their his soulmate💀 bc if mr all seeing eye can know the past present and future why ain’t he do something before?? Why did he let that human being born?? He sat back and watched lmao and Michael helped!! So he’s like “yeaaaaaahh remember when I told you you need to loosen up and get laid?,,,, we’ll nobody was good enough for you so I had to make your soulmate from hand🥰” and literally people are about to pass out bc HUH??? PEOPLE DIED MAN!! Michael is like “no yeah can confirm I thought it was crazy too when he first told me” Lilith is a lil salty bc she wasn’t in on it but 🤷🏿‍♂️ she took one for the team. Imagine belphie bc he’s always the quickest to anger when it comes to this flips his shit and is like?? What the FUCK is wrong with you so you know how much suffering you put us through??? And Michael pipes up and is like “are you mad when you’re getting your dick wet??? Okay then relax” Aiken can’t even be like “what an odd turn of events” bc they can get his ass too “yeah we sent you to this exchange program for a reason lmao. No offense but you are NOT my strongest soldier. Pussy had you in your knees more than prayer ik that was a set up.”😭😭so before he’s like yeah so mc was MY gift to you, uh your welcome! Bc it was FR only for Lucifer but he might have added a lil too much charisma, and when he gives his well wishes he sends a shit eating grin and a wink over to diavolo and makes a comment on how well his plan to unify the realms is coming along and he hopes to be In attendance for his wedding and he’s like “excuse me???” Barbatos can’t even see wtf he’s talking about😭 but like since Lilith wasn’t an angel or demon when she fell she was like a mix of both and mc is a human if they had a kid it would be all three🤭 rip tho bc they’re all gunna be way more possessive when they fuck you I fear. Now when they say shit like “you’re taking it so well like you were made for me” THEY REALLY MEAN IT Lucifer gets a little rush of serotonin when he sees you on your knees for him and he is reminded that it’s all for him, and nobody can stop him from destroying your insides come morning, Belphegor who would get hitter over remembering watching Lilith perish before his eyes looming at it in a new light and taking it out on you. “Aren’t you gunna take responsibility for all the trouble you’ve me? The time spent in the attic” when he’s making your brain liquid

omg this makes me wonder who the demons would choose... mc or lilith like i know they would pick mc but also... would they?

no but like what if michael did all that and then mc chose to be with like barbatos or simeon HAHAH for me they would win five times out of seven.... the only people im NOT choosing over them is luci and mammon...

#sarahandoikawatalkshit

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