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yanderemommabean · 6 months

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Silly Royal Yandere Idea-

Imagine being a worker for a royal family, you're a farmer who brings the goods to the kitchen every day and make sure all vegetables and fruits are fresh, not bruised, cleaned and ready to be prepared for their meals.

You usually make the trek alone, no big deal right? Just some heavy baskets and such but the job itself isn't really that bad. It's made even better actually when the young prince finds he fancies the way you work and how you farm, loves to walk with you on your way out of the kingdom and listen to you and your stories.

He's cute, you'll give him that. Curious and finally able to explore without much of an issue now that he's finished his training, his father boasting proudly today even that they shall share a feast in celebration.

The walks are nice, you aren't alone and are even safer as the highwaymen shrink away and know to stay back when they see such fierce eyes. Those calloused hands from fighting and training lay on your hips, pulling you closer to his side as you share yet another walk to your farm and get the baskets ready for another delivery.

These sweet meetings grow in size as time goes on. He's been given permission by the king and queen to bring you to the main rooms of the castle, though they aren't too happy that he disregards their rules about what you can and can't touch.

He's so puppy-like, grabbing your hand and pulling you everywhere he can, showing his favorite art, his instruments he's been playing while he waits for you to return, the things he requested be made to remind him of you, and some other odd but - at the time- well meaning items.

The prince however gets more and more demanding of your presence. So much so, that one morning you wake up to begin to water the crops and fetch some in your buckets but you opened the door to the man standing there, royal suit and all, a wide smile on his face as he greets you.

You insist you'll be at the castle soon, that you have work to be done, but he just pushes you forward as he walks with you, -not harsh, but definitely firm, making sure you couldn't turn away from him as he leads you.

"Just one day can't hurt right?" he says, "I just wish to spend the day with you, only you. It's why I took my own horse! He loves your carrots, you know? Only yours...He's very much like me in that regard".

You decide that, on one hand, denying the prince anything could be dire, the royal family having all say in what is done and you're lucky they have been so benevolent. Risking your business because you didn't want to indulge the odd prince...It isn't worth the reward of just keeping up with the crops and farm work.

But this one day out by the river and having the man buy you whatever you laid your eyes on, while sweet and very enjoyable, wasn’t enough. He shows up every morning now, you hear how exhausted his parents are when you reach the castle every time, they demand he act right, that he stop leaving without notifying any of the guards, but he just laughs it off and says “Why should they embark with me on my and my lovers adventures? Private matters are private father, remember?”

They know what's going on but it's so much darker and more twisted than anyone could have imagined. Boundaries get pushed more and more, you keep trying to keep your farm alive for not just the royal family, but yourself and the others who need you too, but the prince insists that your time is to be spent with him, only him.

It reaches its boiling point when you deny him a walk. No runs to the river, no waltz in the woods, not even a chat over tea. Your farm is sick, it needs tending, and you yourself are weary and exhausted from trying to balance it all out.

He goes silent, hands clenching at his side for a moment before he just smiles, wide and friendly as usual, and he kisses your hand before apologizing. You assure him you aren’t exactly mad, you just have things to finish, and he at least seems to understand that.

Or, so you thought. You crack open your eyes after waking up in a bed that wasn’t yours, hearing the horses outside neigh and chuff in terror as if something was very very wrong. You recognize the royal emblem on the wall, and you shoot straight up, knowing this was a carriage. You shove and knock on the doors, the smell of smoke filling your senses as you can only imagine the worst, but the heavy wood doesn’t budge and you can only make out garbled words as a man screams demands.

You manage to break open the boarded window of the carriage and watch as your farm is engulfed in flames, horses neighing in terror, ashes falling all around, your cabin falling in on itself from the blaze. And you gaze upon what you can only assume is the incarnation of death and war itself, a sign of the end times, as the Prince rides up on his own horse and tosses a lantern, the blaze only erupting hotter as he cackles in triumph.

You feel horrified tears well up in your eyes, so many emotions coming together at once. Everything you worked for, everything you had built from the ground up, all your memories and all of your belongings- gone.

Ash and embers fill the sky as the knights who came begin marching back to the carriage, staffs in hand as they finally open the doors. You lunge, wanting to tear your teeth into the heart of that evil, sick, twisted man, but he just laughs. It’s a soft amused laugh like when you told him your stories in the market or on your many many walks.

“Ah, I hadn’t expected that mixture to wear off so soon!” he boasts, stepping down from his own horse. His stride is slow, like he’s taking in the view of a beautiful field or admiring someones art. You want to spit at him, claw at him, break him in any way you could fathom.

His feet stop, the crumbling building behind him still a blazing orange and red, opposite of the cold features the prince wore on his face. His hand comes to gently cup your cheek, his thumb stroking across where tears are falling down your heated cheek. “Why so upset? I took care of what was keeping you away from me! I know, I know, you’re sad, but I made sure nothing of importance was hurt! Which wasn’t much. A picture or two should still be safe-” he says with an expression of after thought. “ Anyway, dearest, I fixed the issue! And you can now come where you’re meant to be! “ “I’ll kill you-” “Ah, even when murderous and livid you strike my heart with your beauty. Do tell me every wicked way you wish to end me! It thrills me, makes my skin crawl so pleasantly imagining you touching me in any manner” he taunts, squeezing your face a bit tighter. “Be it anger and resentment or true love, I’ll relish any touch you bring to me” “My lord, the sun will rise soon” a deep voice says from the side, your own eyes too stunned to look, uncaring as everything else sets in. Your home is gone, your fields are ruined, your possessions all roasted and incinerated. Nothing left but the haunting image of burned rubble and some charred remains of any item you owned.

You’re trapped. Imprisoned in a golden cage as this wild man declares that he and you are meant to be, whether you want it or not.

“Get some rest darling. I’ll lead us back to the castle” He says with a kiss to your forehead, allowing the knights to force you back inside. “Don’t be so angered! I promise to treat you like royalty! Since you will be, once the marriage is announced and all”

(Hope you liked this! Feel free to comment and tell me your thoughts! Especially spicy ones :3c -Mommabean)

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st4rbwrry · 1 year

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LUV THIS SHIT | eren yeager.

‍ ‍ ☆. warnings — 3.1k. fem!reader, eren’s pent up from working out, asmr sexting, submissive reader, impact play [ face smack, spanking ] public arousal, indecent behavior, mating press, f!oral, fingering, profanity, established relationship, lots of making out, unprotected sex, eren’s aggressive, floor sex, riding, creampie, artist!reader, pet names, reader has black features, minors aren't allowed!

‍ merry christmas! ♡

eren starts his day the same every morning. the alarm goes off at six o'clock which is never your favorite thing to hear considering you're not an early bird. usually groaning in your state of sleep and tugging the blankets away from him after he kisses you on your forehead and steps out of bed. you always snuggle on his side before the warmth he created grows cold. proceeds to take a steaming hot shower, tilting his neck back to let the heavy beats of water dampen his long hair. lathers his body with african black soap you picked up from a shop while SONDER plays from his speaker, careful not to blast it too loud to wake you up. it's your off day so he's respecting your wishes to hibernate all day.

he honestly hates leaving you alone in bed. sue him but being your little spoon is the best thing he's ever known. he's never slept so good in his life until he met you. never knew it felt so comfortable being in another persons arms. eren’s next step is to dress for the gym, the only reason he's up this early three times out of the week. a dark gray towel is wrapped low around his slim waist, tatted chest and arms running with water droplets as he wipes the foggy mirror clear to see his reflection. washing his face with a kale, spinach, and green tea cleanser along with brushing his teeth, cleaning his tongue with a scraper and gargling mouthwash. he forgets to do this backwards sometimes considering he has to eat first. the taste lingers and makes his food nasty.

afterwards, he’s moisturizing his face with cerave healing ointment and his pouty cotton candy lips with one of your babylips sticks. lathering his body in vaseline coca butter lotion and slipping on a olive green colored sweatpants with a black cropped metallica muscle tank, wrapping a matching black bandanna over the top of his towel-dried chestnut hair. he spritz this cologne you picked up at the mall when thinking of him called art deco amberwood by clive christian. makes you fall to your knees to suck him off every time now that he thinks about it.

by then it's near seven and he's down in the kitchen with his black airpod max’s over his ears listening to jazz while he blends his smoothie with spinach, kale, strawberries, blueberries, and pineapples. he gulps that down after filling a mason jar completely. and for further consumption, he makes avocado toast topped with chia seeds, himalayan salt and pepper and two strips of bacon each.

before he leaves he makes sure to run back up the stairs to double check on you to see if you needed anything before he left such as picking up a coffee from dunkin or anything from the art supply store. he peaks his head through the door to see you sprawled out, mouth open and snoring peacefully, cuddling his pillow. he smiles to himself, mumbling ‘my pretty girl’ before quietly tiptoeing close to the king-sized bed with satin sheets to give you a kiss or two before heading out, moving your bonnet aside to whisper that he loves you.

he's got his gym bag and his car keys when he leaves, taking the elevator down the parking lot of the loft you two live in, three years now. he finds his car parked directly next to yours. cute. the pretty wolf gray kia k5 besides his onyx lexus rc 300. there's a gym located in the building but he prefers the one your brother owns a few minutes out of the area.

it's around ten o'clock when you fully wake up, missing his presence already and pouting about it before heading to the shower yourself. sitting in a towel for a full hour stuck on tiktok and getting a craving for samyang carbonara noodles and rice cakes. it's really the only thing that made you leave the house today, throwing on a pair of eren’s gray nike shorts you had to roll up to properly sit on your hips, and a black tank, jewelry remaining on your skin everyday from layered necklaces to multiple bracelets.

you're sitting in the starbucks drive thru which has an incredibly long line but you're not minding the wait, craving a pink drink suddenly. the sun was hitting nicely into your car so you decide to take photos to pass a little time, thumb slipping and accidentally opening the voice memos app with only four recordings, one of them fairly new. created about two weeks ago and you vaguely remember that night. it's about an hour and fifteen minutes long

'luv this shit <3’ is what it's titled. not remembering exactly how it went. you and eren only used this app whenever you're having sex, meaning those four audios were strictly nsfw. you bite your lip in curiosity, deciding to press play to hear it, flinching when you hear how loud you were screaming on top of forgetting that your phone is connected to your cars bluetooth. you swallow in panic, turning it off and sitting back in silence, twiddling your fingers, becoming impatient with the line now because you wanted to hear it. it had to be something the two of you made when you were intoxicated. or else you would've remembered it.

you've retrieved your pink drink, and now it was time to park, too impatient to wait and hear this. sipping your drink, you get comfortable, holding your phones speaker to your ear and pressing play yet again. there's music playing in the background, luv this shit by august alsina in specific, now you knew where the title came from. probably eren’s doing. a rush of heat swarms your cheeks and gut as you hear your boyfriend’s voice, deep and stern as he talks to you while skin connects and your moans overshadow the music. the sound of you kissing wetly makes you shift in your seat, feeling his soft lips on yours at the moment. you loved kissing him.

it lasts for about two minutes before eren’s voice becomes louder than yours when he's fucking you hard, your voice muffled by your hand you assume, doing that a lot since you think you're too loud. “let me fuckin’ hear it,” there's his voice again, unconsciously whimpering along with yourself in the audio. eren’s whining with you, the two of you gasping and listening to how wet you were. a loud smack erupts and you're crying his name, the memory slowly coming back. he smacked your face. the jewelry on his wrist prominent when he does it again, this time it's the outside of your thigh.

“rennnnnn! fuh-uuck.”

“i hear you, baby. come on, come on, come on, cum, cum, cum.” with every thrust he gets louder, hissing as your pussy constricts around his dick. “that's it, pretty. yeah.”

you nearly spill your drink over your lap, the cup slowly slipping from your grip after you zoned out, catching it quick and collecting yourself, setting it in the cup holder. you need to leave. actually, you need to send this to him. he has to be done at the gym by now. then again, you're never sure with him. the man could work out all day if he wanted.

being risky, you grin, pulling up his contact and sending him the audio, following with a text that said . . .

NEW MESSAGE

kuromi princess hello kitty baby star ♡

don't we sound pretty? <3

follicles of eren's hair stick to his sweaty forehead, putting it up before he started his workout, going on for about three hours now. RICH FLEX blasts in his headphones. the neckline of his top is doused with sweat, removing the boxing gloves off his hands to sit down and gulp a full bottle of water. checking his phone, he sees your message. lifting his brow at the audio you had sent, reading your response, and clicking it without hesitating. immediately when he hears your desperate pleading and skin smacking, his pupils dilate, clenching his jaw and checking his surroundings. not many people were in this area of the gym.

“fuck me, baby. fuck me, baby. fuck me, babyyy,” eren listens with wide eyes as he hears your pretty moans, skipping through the audio to hear bits and pieces.

“yeah, speak to me like that.”

eren grows shamelessly aroused from what he's hearing, swallowing hard and shifting his dick back in place, breathing heavier. he's mad at you. mad because you know he's in public and he gets easily turned on by anything regarding you. whether it be your scent, your smile, your eyes, or your fucking voice. when you talk, or scream his name. it's all the same. he's triggered by it all. and you know this, so why test him? not to mention the two of you haven't been sexually active because you've been caught up with work and painting and he's been working doubles. the only time you spend together is brief mornings in bed or one day weekends, usually sleeping all day or being lazy.

all he can think of this moment is fucking you rough and raw. gathering his belongings without another thought and sending you a brief text.

pretty boy ren <3

yea, okay.

it's so stressful walking with a hard dick, and eren really can't wait until he gets home to fuck you up. such a dirty girl needing to be put in place. he forgets his headphones have noise cancellation, so when he's speeding home like a dummy, music continues to thrum in his ears, acting like a complete madman. exactly five minutes before he enters the apartment, you're sitting in your usual corner of the loft where you've made your art station. sitting on the ground while incense flows and sza’s new album plays soundly. a canvas laying on the ground where you sat on a cushion, finger painting a collage of the weeknd’s discography since it's the 11th anniversary for echoes of silence. unaware of the message you received.

that is until you hear the familiar sound of keys jangling and in a matter of seconds, the front door flies open, there standing a big, tall, visibly irritated man. your eyes go wide from seeing him, eren kicking off his shoes, heavy feet stomping towards you and you sit up with curiosity, trying your hardest to hide your devious smile. you knew it'd have that effect on him. eren’s hot hand grabs your jaw fervently, clenching his before yanking your face close to his to connect your lips in a heated kiss. smacking his lips roughly over yours, moaning into his mouth, his eyes focused on your face as you close your eyes too comfortably for his liking. as if you're not in trouble for the shit you pulled.

your hands kept to yourself on either side of his wide shoulders, eren dragging you down to lay on your back onto the cushion you previously sat on, slipping off the black panties covering your neglected pussy, weeping, and waiting for him to get home to do exactly this. staring up at him with glee in your eyes, it's the opposite in his. he can't hear a thing you say because of his headphones, not bothering to toss them off because the only thing on his mind is sliding his dick inside of you and getting his nut off.

raising your knees without his help, he's pushing them further up to your chest, folding you still before arching his neck to release globs of spit onto your cunt three times max, each one emitting a ‘puh’ sound. you clench from his dirty act. his big body hovers over yours, heavy dick practically drenched in precum resting on your mound before eren angles his hips to slip into you. he doesn't give you time to brace yourself, gasping as he groans and thrusts his hips fast, your skin clapping and body jerking under him. beautiful green irises switching darker as he stares into your soul, your moans faintly being heard.

“think you fuckin slick, baby?” eren rasps, your mouth agape, his grip on your thighs harsh. “did that shit on purpose just so i can fuck that pretty pussy stupid on my cock, right?”

“y-yess,” he watches you nod drunkenly, your hands digging on your sides into the rug beneath you. every pound into your slick pussy vibrates into your throat, following his rhythm. happy tears brim your eyes.

“s’okay. ‘cause i got something for you.”

his pace hastens, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he drills deep, jackhammering almost, like a needy, inexperienced boy. your cunts squelching loud, hand pressing at his abdomen in attempt to slow him down but he only fucks you harder, air knocking from your lungs. it's so fucking hot the way he's handling you right now, like he's been so deprived of you for so long he couldn't stand it. couldn't even take his clothes fully off, keeping every piece on because he needed you that badly.

“ooh, i'm fucking cumming. ssss, fuck,” eren moans. you squeal as eren takes both your arms and crosses them over your tummy, holding them there while he puts his weight on you and grunts in your face. sweat dampening his bandanna, breath mixing with yours as he cums inside you. coating your walls with thick spurts of white. your knees buckle from the feeling, his lower halve twitching from the rush.

eren licks his lips, stilling his movements to take a breather, knocking back one of the ears to his airpods to hear how desperate you sound, slowly pulling his dick out, still hard.

“eren, i didn't cum,” you whine, squirming with an attitude.

“i think i knew that.”

you put your middle finger up to him for his smart ass tone, eren arching a brow and scooping you up without another word. smiling, you cling to him as he moves towards the couch, deciding to stay seated on the floor, lifting you so you sit on his lap. his cock resting on his stomach where you're able to see toned abs and a dark, neatly trimmed happy trail to match your cute brazilian strip all cause of that slutty, grunge crop top he has on. his back rests against the furniture. you take the initiative to remove these stupid headphones so you could put your hands and mouth around his neck.

“i don’t think you understand how much i thought about fuckin’ you today. you really fuckin’ don’t.” eren lands a heavy hand on your ass causing you to jump and scoot forward from leaning back on his knees. “could barely fucking focus. all because you sent me that shit.”

“and because you miss me,” you whisper, delicately skimming your lips over his, arching into him as he spreads your ass cheeks apart after smoothing over them. spanking you hard on either side until you gasp into his mouth and he could kiss you again.

“sink on it real slow,” eren taps your clit with the tip to say he wants it done now. sucking on your lip, you raise yourself till he's kissing the entrance and gently easing down, indenting crescent moons into his broad shoulders momentarily. dragging your hands to your waist, you rub over your body, hissing and throwing your head back, feeling a storm of euphoria fuel you. eren hums in fascination as you lose yourself in the bond.

“g’na say sorry with your pussy, baby?” eren taunts in a baby-like tone.

“mhmm,” what eren wants, eren gets. and if he wanted you to ride his dick you were going to. getting up on the tips of your toes and rode only on the tip first, eren choking on his spit with brows furrowed and praising you. soon, inching lower to bounce yourself up and down to his liking, being sure to clench your walls a little tighter just to hear him whine. when eren gets really feral he gets really loud. unable to control what his vocal cords let out. he used to think it was embarrassing, but the two of you have shared enough time together to dismiss judgment. he sounds so pretty when he's getting fucked good.

“shit, you keep fuckin’ me like that m’ not gonna last,” ignoring him, you continue to clap your ass down, skin interaction picking back up, eren’s hands on your hips just for leverage. he never needs to guide you. a few squeezes occasionally since he's so sensitive. painfully aroused it makes no sense.

“i can't last long,” you warn, pawing at his chest as you raise your ass and fuck him faster, eren moaning and helping you out by pounding up into you. you fall forward into his arms, yanking you down each time you'd rise back up. smacking your ass just to hear your voice pick up. “eren, fuck baby!”

“unh huh, keep goin’,” eren’s face scrunches up, whining in your ear while keeping one of his tatted arms wrapped around your backside. your thighs begin to burn but you know stopping isn't an option when he sounds that good in your ear. eren gets aggressive and hits into you harder, same time ass you drop down with more force, tugging at his hair and he whimpers your name. “keep that shit up, baby. yeahh.”

it feels so good you start crying, missing this so much. holding onto him for dear life as he somehow moves quicker, slouching in his spot so his neck settles back onto the couch, slipping his right hand under your right thigh and raising his hips to fuck up into you, lifting you like you're one of his weights at the gym. you watch as he mumbles ‘fuck’ with his eyes scrolled back and mouth wide open, jawline sharp, and adam’s apple in his throat prominent. he looked so fucking good right now you just had to kiss his neck. eren hitting that spot so good you can't control yourself from screaming, mouthing at his neck and leaving hickeys. he smells good, hints of musk and that damn cologne you love, feels good, looks even better. then wonders why you act the way you did. he’s made a monster.

“you fuck me so good, ‘ren. love you so much, missed you so much,” at this point you're babbling, saying anything that comes from your brain mindlessly. it's enough to make eren bellow streams of curses before hiking your ass off and nutting over your back, eren releasing a high-pitched gasp as he stares up at the ceiling in a daze. vision blurry.

before you complain, eren’s lifting you higher and scoots further down to sit you on his face, hot mouth munching on your soaked cunt with puffy lips. your eyes cross and you scream into the air, gripping the couch as he slides two fingers, middle and pointer, deep into your hole, thrusting while his fat tongue laps at your clit, silver cuban link on his wrist cold on your stomach. he's swallowing your arousal like he's drinking a glass of water, moaning into your pussy and spanking your ass with his unoccupied hand.

“oh my . . . god,” you're breathless as you cum, legs twitching and squealing from the intensity of your orgasm, losing balance and falling forward. eren smirks and smacks your ass one last time before moving from below you, sitting on his knees behind you and pushing your back down to fix your arch, turning your head to face him, fucked out face staring at him like he was crazy for putting his dick back inside you. you already feel so sore.

eren arches his brow. “oh, you thought i was done?”

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allbark-no-bite · 6 months

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cowboy up.

jake seresin x reader (wc: 2.6k)

summary: Jake’s a tease. and a cowboy. it makes your friends sick

warnings: really none i think, just talk of and allusions to sex

authors note: very loosely based off of “Dirty Looks” by Lainey Wilson. it got me into the mood to write a little something. briefly mentioned that reader is Ice’s daughter

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"Well hello, mi cowboy."

It's the deliciously sensual roll of the endearment off of your tongue that has Jake hooking two fingers through the loop of your jeans and tugging you firmly into his side as he approaches the bar. It starts up an engine-like rumble in his chest that travels up his throat and catches, vibrating while he bows down to kiss you. Just the sight of your sweet smile has the weariness of the day melting off of him.

El cowboy, you mother had appraised with great enthuse the first time you had brought Jake home, and he greeted her with his smooth as honey southern drawl. Being Latino and having grown up just along the border in El Paso, her English was still licked with Spanish flare and it made everything she said sound rivetingly amorous. Even after three years of dating, she still widely referred to him as the cowboy—your cowboy.

"Hey, darlin'. Sorry I wasn't here sooner. There were some mechanical issues with my plane and I couldn't get away," he apologizes, hence the grease stains on his hands. He had probably only taken the time to change into a fresh set of clothes before leaving base and driving straight to the Hard Deck.

You only hum, tipping your head up to steal a second kiss before he straightens. "Glad you're here now."

Jake has to stop himself from chasing your lips for a third. Penny's warned him about getting too frisky at the bar. It's not his fault when you taste like strawberry margaritas and are wearing those jeans that you know drive him crazy.

But when he looks over his shoulder, Penny's sliding him an ice cold beer from across the bar. "This one's on the house, Seresin." The gleam shining in her eyes tells him that she's caught the two of you but is going to let it slide this time.

When he opens his mouth to argue, already digging his wallet out of his pocket, she shakes her head. "Looks like you had a long day. Enjoy the beer."

"Really, Pen, I—"

Penny's back is already turned as she heads to the other side of the bar to serving an incoming crowd of aviators.

Jake glances down to his well worn boots while his hand goes to his jaw to feel at the beginnings of a five o'clock shadow. Does he really look that worn out? He has to resist the urge to smell himself.

He looks back to you, suddenly feeling ashamed of himself for showing up like this. Here he is, covered in sweat and engine grease, while his own girlfriend is standing next to him, looking way out of his league. Even the Dagger Squad looks fresh and put together. It would have been hard to guess that they had all been out sweating on the tarmac together earlier in the day.

"I probably should have cleaned up," he admits, running a hand over the cropped hair at the back of his neck. He's wondering if he can at least escape to the bathroom for a minute to stick his head under the sink.

What Jake doesn't know is that you might actually kill him if he does that. There's something about the combination of his off-duty khakis and dusty boots that is making your heart flutter. The tousle of his blonde hair after a long day and ruddy flush of his already tan cheeks give off the impression that he's more than just a pretty face. He looks hard working and very, very capable.

"Jake?"

"Hmm?" he hums, having been eyeing the bathrooms, contemplating even just splashing some water on his face.

Your heart squeezes painfully when his dazzling green eyes turn back to land on yours, eyebrows raised in question, fully attuned to whatever it is that you may need. "What baby—"

He stops mid sentence when you pull him down by the back of his neck to kiss him. This time it's a much less chaste kiss than the one you greeted him with, and he gets to really taste the strawberry margarita on your lips—a bit sweet, a little salty. The taste makes his mouth tingle and he's not sure if it's you or the tequila that's making him feel buzzed.

Jake's hand immediately slips around your waist, his large hand on your back, pressing you into him. A groan slips out of him when his fingers brush the warm skin just above the rise of your jeans.

The fact that you had purposefully chosen not to wear your khakis like himself and the rest of the crew makes Jake that much more hot and bothered. It's not that he dislikes your usual naval attire, because he doesn't. He loves how it fits you, who you become when you wear it, your signature "Frostbite" embroidered on the front—the name he gave you. It's the fact he's come in, dead on his feet from working all day, and his diamond of a girlfriend is wearing an outfit she put on just for him.

Really, Jake thinks his chest might just implode.

His free hand had been holding his beer out to the side, momentarily forgotten once you'd started kissing him. Blindly, he sets it down behind him, the glass clinking against the bar top so that he can get both of his hands on you without spilling. He prefers you, the taste of your skin anyhow.

"So damn sweet," he groans into the underside of your jaw, eyes shut as he fights the urge to say fuck it and take you home now. "Could just eat you."

You laugh, fingers gripping his blonde hair. "Is that a promise, cowboy?" Jake's teeth scrape your pulse point and your fingers tighten. His body is hot pressed flushed against you, moving as you move so that the contact never breaks.

"Baby, I'd devour you," he promises huskily into your ear. Mav has been working them to the bone for the past few weeks, and Jake has hardly had the energy to climb the front steps when he gets home, much less make it to the bedroom. To say you've both been left wanting is an understatement.

His lips press wetly to your neck. "You look good, Frosty Girl. You know how much I love those jeans..."

You hum, eyes fluttering closed as Jake sends you to that place. That place where only you and Jake exist, where the worries of the day melt away, and it smells like his cinnamon oak body wash and the hint of beer on his breath. It doesn't matter than he smells slightly of sweat and jet fuel because that's just him. That's what makes him Jake.

"Mmm, you do?" Of course he does. Jake Seresin drinks the air you breathe and worships the ground you walk on. "I think you'll like what I have on under them more."

If Jake had been twenty-one again, he'd have a raging hard on in his jeans right now. After two years of dating you, he's developed a bit of self control since then. He spent a lot of lunch breaks jacking off in the bathroom the first few months. All you had to do was rub up against him climbing out the back seat of the cockpit and he was sneaking off to take care of himself before any of the Dagger squad could see the missile sized hard on in his pants.

Jake smiles, his pearly white grin pressed into your neck. His jade green eyes peer up at you with a gleam of anticipation.

"Black?" he guesses, his nimble fingertips already dipping just past your waistband to brush across the lace he knows he's going to find.

"Uhh mm," you deny, enjoying the thrill of teasing him with your secret.

His warm breath fans across your neck. "Red?"

The corners of your mouth quirk up into a look that Jake can only describe as devilish. "I figured you deserved a treat. I know you've been—" Before you can finish, Jake is kissing you. His pink lips are cool and a bit wet from the beer he's been nursing, but his tongue is hot and slick and wet and it just feels so good.

"Jesus. Get a room, you two."

Despite the roar of blood in his ears, the buzzing in his veins, Jake recognizes the sound of Bradley's voice just a table away.

Begrudgingly pulling away from the kiss, Jake doesn't release you just yet, just moves his head to look over your shoulder. He had hardly even acknowledged the Dagger Squad when he walked in, too focused on you. And maybe that's on him.

"Sorry, Bradshaw. Didn't see you there." You can tell Jake's smirking over your shoulder, hand not so slyly cupping the curve of your ass as he reaches for his beer with the other, playing at indifference. He takes a slow swig of it, unbothered by the fact that your friends -you coworkers- are all watching. "I was busy saying hello to my unbelievably sexy girlfriend."

Without breaking eye contact with Bradley, Jake plants a filthy wet kiss to the pulse point of your neck. It's enough to make the other aviator's mustache twitch and his throat constrict with a impulsive swallow. Regardless of how they acted— always at each other’s throats— there was no longer any bad blood between the two pilots. That feud had been settled on the Uranium mission last year and was replaced by new found respect, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t seize every opportunity to ruffle the other’s feathers.

"This is a public space," Natasha reminds him, as if he were unaware of the extremely crowded bar.

Jake smirks. "Oh believe me, I'm holding back for Floyd's sake. Wouldn't want to ruin his innocence."

The weapon system officer emits a noise of protest from across the table, his cheeks flashing an embarrassed hue of red. "I've already told you, I'm not a virgin!"

You giggle into Jake's shoulder at his complait, content to bask in the temporary stronghold of your boyfriend's embrace. It's nice to get moments with him like this, away from the stress of work and without the pressure of success weighing on your shoulders.

Of course your friends knew about yours and Jake's relationship, had known since the very first date, but in nearly three years of dating, they had come to the realization that they knew very little about your relationship. Work was strictly professional for the two of you and even at the bar, the most intimate thing they'd ever seen occur was Jake greeting you with a quick kiss.

"Damn, Bagman, you walking in here, kiss Frost senseless, and now she's giggling? You're telling me that's all it takes to bring her from she-devil to—giggling?" Coyote asks from behind his pool cue, sauntering over to join the group.

Jake, his green eyes gleaming, slips his warm palm under your shirt to smooth over the exposed curve of your hip. "I can make her do a lot more than giggle, Machado."

You groan, burying your embarrassingly flushed face further into Jake's neck. Although your boyfriend may be able to play the nonchalance card, you can only take so much of their teasing.

You push away from Jake before he can start full on groping you in front of your friends. If there's one thing about Jake, he has no shame when it comes to showing you off.

"I don't giggle, Javy," you stress, choosing to ignore Jake's comment.

Fanboy, who is never far behind the other pilot, saunters over and slings an arm around his friend's shoulders. "Giggle? I've never even seen you crack a smile."

Before you can respond, Jake is sliding an impossibly large palm around to cup the back of your neck, fingers digging in to the tense muscle that he knows is there. Relax, is what that means. "Careful, she does bite." He's grinning, a smug, but knowing smirk on his face.

"Fuck, man. I knew you were into that kinky shit," Coyote quips, and it evokes a few laughs from the Dagger squad, save for Natasha, who pretends to roll her eyes.

Jake grins. "Damn straight."

"Easy, cowboy," you warn, your eyes narrowing at him in playful warning.

You're not necessarily embarrassed by Jake's insinuation of your sex life, the two of you were well established in your relationship and you trusted your friends too much to be embarrassed by that kind of thing. It's just that being Admiral Kazanky's daughter meant that too many people assumed you had only made it this far because of your old man or that you were sleeping through the ranks, which was far from the truth.

You deserved to be here. And Jake knows this, which is why his thumb is still massaging at the pressure point at the base of your skull, just behind your ear. Everything about him, from the reassuring smile he directs at you to his relaxed body language is him letting you know that it's all in good fun, and no one here thinks that you don’t belong here in the slightest.

Bradley's shaking his head as he lounges against the pool table. "I don't know what I'm going to have to tell my therapist about first, the fact that Frost calls you 'cowboy' or the fact you probably get off on that shit.”

Jake grins, toothpick bobbing in his mouth as his impish smile widens. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Bradshaw?”

The truth is, he does. Behind the cool and collected facade that he’s putting up, bantering back and forth with your friends while he sips his beer, he’s just the right amount of hot and bothered that he wouldn’t mind calling it a night just to go home and have his way with you. He hasn’t forgotten about the little red number you’re wearing.

Having lost the attention of the rest of the squad to the pool table during his and Rooster’s banter, Jake shifts his focus to you. Large hand coming to rest on your back, he dips down to murmur in your ear. “Think I’m about ready to turn in, kid. What do you say we get out of here?”

Your pretty face turns towards him, and you don’t miss the gleam in his green eyes. Smiling privately to yourself, you eyes reflect his knowingly. “Rooster will never let you live it down. You only just got here.” However, that doesn’t mean you can’t be coerced.

Jake hums, his lips pressing to your temple in a kiss that’s meant to hide the fact that he’s whispering— plotting— in your ear. “I’ll buy ‘em around on the way out. They won’t even notice we’re gone,” he reasons.

You smile, turning back to the game of pool as Jake leans over you before you give him. “Go on,” you finally encourage. “I’ll follow you out.”

Grinning and all too pleased with himself, Jake slips off behind you, but not before giving an affectionate pat to your ass. You have to refrain from rolling your eyes at him.

You wait a while before discreetly making your escape form the pool table, grabbing your things as you go. Jake’s waiting for you at the door, all too pleased to see you, as though he hadn’t just five minutes before. “Made it?”

“Yeah, I don’t think they—”

“Well damn, goodbye to you guys too!” Rooster calls from across the bar. Obviously having noticed your departure, the Dagger Squad is all standing around the pool table, shaking their heads in varying levels of amused disapproval.

Payback crosses his arms. “You guys make me sick.”

Opening the door for you, Jake turns and tips his imaginary cowboy hat at them with an grin. “Sorry man. If you all will excuse me, I’ve got some riding to do.”

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ye0nzzn · 6 months

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𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 yeonbin x reader

↬ pairing: yeonbin x reader

↬ genre: poly au, smut!

↬ summary: you’re invited to hangout in txt’s dorms to game with yeonjun and soobin but things take an unexpected turn.

↬ wc: 3,163

↬ warnings: perverted, french kisses, teasing, handjob, oral sex, t!tjob, unprotected sex, double penetration, overstimulation, edging, facial

↬ a/n: tysm for reading, this is my first time writing anything for tumblr so it might be ass😭

↬ date: december 23rd, 2023

after reading soobin's text, you made your way to the boys' dorm. you decided to wear something comfortable but still cute. sweatpants with a comfortable crop top.

you knocked at the door lightly, after a few moments soobin had opened the door. his sweet smile and dimples greeted you. "hi soobin!" you smiled.

soobin smiled at you, he couldn't help but admire the way you looked for a moment, before replying, "hi y/n, please come in."

soobin had a crush on you since he'd very first met you, and ever since then. he thought you were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, and he'd never be able to see another girl that way ever again.

"y/n!" yeonjun approached the two of you, smiling. his eyes looked you up and down, he licked his lips and cleared his throat.

"you look gorgeous." he said, staring into your eyes. "thank you, junie."

yeonjun was the same as soobin, he'd realized he'd liked you since the moment he had met you. your smile, and the way you carried yourself made him feel things he hadn't felt before.

"what are we gonna play?" you asked as the three of you approached the couch. the dorm was surprisingly clean, but then again they could have spiffed up the place before you'd gotten there.

"i was thinking we could play minecraft." soobin said, "wanna drink?" he asked you.

"sure, i'll just have water." you replied, smiling. "anything for y/n." soobin teased, and went to the kitchen area to get you a glass of water.

"where's kai, taehyun and gyu?" you asked yeonjun as you both got comfortable on the couch.

"they went out tonight, so it's just us." yeonjun smiled, his eyes and his voice always seemed to be flirtatious to you, but maybe it was just you who saw it.

soobin approached the couch, handing me the glass of water i'd asked for. he sat on the other side of me so i was in between both of them. i felt flustered being so close to two guys for a moment, but just took a long sip of my water to relax myself.

i set the water down on the table, soobin handed me a controller. "minecraft time!" i smiled, and we started playing.

throughout the game, you felt yeonjun and soobin's eyes on you every once in a while, it wasn't just little glances, they would full on stare at you. each time you felt their gaze you automatically got flustered.

they couldn't stop looking at you.

it'd been an hour or so, and then all of the sudden, soobin had set his controller down. "i'm gonna use the bathroom, i'll be right back." he said. we both nodded and he walked down the hallway into the bathroom.

we kept playing for a moment, but then yeonjun set his controller down, i looked towards him.

"y/n?" yeonjun whispered, you looked towards him, "um, yeah? why are we whispering?" you giggled, setting down your controller as well.

"there's something i wanna tell you, okay?" he looked into your eyes.

"okay, well, what is it junie?" you smiled at him. "fuck, i just can't take it anymore." yeonjun struggled to keep eye contact with you for the first time ever.

"what do you mean? is there something wrong?" you asked him. "no, nothing's wrong. everything's right." yeonjun replied, smiling at you. "god y/n, i have the biggest crush on you. i just can't hold back anymore."

you felt your face turning red, you were practically melting from his gaze and you couldn't help but look back into his eyes. he stared at you, nervously.

"so..?" he stared at you, anxious for your reaction. you didn't say anything, you just scooted towards him, placing your lips gently onto his, your palm lightly cupping his cheek.

after you both pulled away, he continued to stare at your reddened face. "y/n..." he went back in for another kiss, your lips crashed together, your arms wrapping around his neck as you straddled him.

yeonjun was surprised, but in the happiest way ever. he continued to kiss you until you both heard the bathroom door open. it was too late too move anyway, he had already spotted the two of you kissing.

you looked down the hallway towards him, your face was red.

to your surprise, he didn't seem very surprised at all. he approached the two of you and sat down next to you.

"soobin? are you okay?" you asked him. "he'll be okay, as long as he can get some kisses too." yeonjun said.

"wh-what?" you blushed, glancing towards both of them. "you heard me y/n baby, give soobin a kiss too. he likes you just as much as i do."

you felt your face getting redder and redder as you looked towards soobin. "soobin, i-is this true?"

soobin only nodded nervously, his eyes kept glancing towards your lips though. you'd always wanted to kiss soobin, he had the cutest lips ever.

pulling off of yeonjun's lap, you sat in between the two boys. initiating a kiss with soobin. you saw his cheeks fluster and it made you smile.

you leaned up towards his lips and you both shared a passionate kiss, nice and sweet and wet. you stared into soobin's eyes while he stared into yours.

yeonjun had smirked, noticing soobin’s hard on, he then said, “y/n, you should get on his lap too.”

you nodded and smiled, soobin was nearly panicking at this point. he didn’t want you too know he got turned on by just kissing you.

but it was too late. you were already on soobin’s lap, you felt the bulge underneath you and it made you blush like crazy.

“s-soobin.” you blushed, looking into his eyes. he looked back into yours, also blushing, since he was embarrassed and shy.

you looked over towards yeonjun, seeing the tent forming in his sweatpants. you swallowed and bit down on your bottom lip.

“i-i want you…” you said.

“you want who?” yeonjun asked.

“both of you…” you covered your face, feeling embarrassed.

yeonjun and soobin both were planning this from the moment you’d talked about hanging out at their dorm.

yeonjun had been fantasizing of you on top of him for days, taking his dick while moaning and getting the cute little blush on your face that he loved.

soobin, being more vanilla, had been daydreaming about you being on his lap and the two of you sharing passionate kisses. which the two of you have got to do tonight. it was his dream. no wonder he was so hard.

“w-will you both be gentle with me?” you asked them.

“of course y/n.” yeonjun smiled assuringly. and soobin nodded.

“c’mere cutie.” yeonjun said, pulling you onto his lap. you started to kiss passionately, your tongues fighting for dominance.

you felt his hands squeeze your clothed butt, he’d also gotten hard as well, you could tell.

he pulled his shirt off, revealing his abs and nice skin. you both exchanged kisses while you pulled off your own shirt. it made you even more flustered that soobin was watching the two of you.

yeonjun’s hands cupped your bra, squeezing your breasts gently but enough to make you let out a small moan onto his lips.

"it's funny, but me and bin we're actually planning this." yeonjun said against your lips, you blushed and giggled. "you both are so naughty."

"i know." yeonjun grabbed your neck gently, kissing your lips at a slow pace but then picking it up again as he pulled down your sweatpants.

he revealed the laced red panties underneath and smirked at them a little, "cute. the bra is matching." he said before you helped pull them off completely.

soobin was entirely flustered at this point, and as you turned to look at him he swallowed nervously. you were gorgeous and he wanted so much more of you.

he needed so much more of you.

yeonjun was taking over at this point, and soobin wasn't exactly happy about it. he gently grabbed your palm, and looked up at you while you sat in yeonjun's lap.

"noona, i want more too." soobin said, looking into your eyes.

"ah, i've got an idea." yeonjun said, biting his lip. "you could touch both of us at the same time."

you blushed and then nodded. "soobin, take your shirt off too." yeonjun said.

"i can help you." you blushed, soobin smiled and stared into your eyes as the two of you pulled off his shirt. soobin's skin was nice and soft. it was perfect in every way.

you were somewhat eager but also terrified to see the length soobin was packing in those pants. because you could already tell it was massive.

yeonjun pulled down his sweats, being in only his boxers now. his bulge was huge. you stared for a moment, before helping soobin remove his sweats.

holy fuck.

you were expecting big, but soobin's was massive. and you haven't even seen his actual cock yet.

yeonjun confidently pulled down his boxers by himself, revealing his thick throbbing cock. your face turned red at the sight of it, and you turned to soobin.

soobin pulled down his boxers as well, and you nearly gasped. were they expecting oral too? because goddamn.

you nervously lifted your left hand, wrapping your hand around soobin's dripping cock. he immediately whimpered, and it turned into a sweet moan as you stroked him.

"princess, don't forget me." yeonjun grabbed your right hand gently, guiding you too his cock. you smiled and began to touch yeonjun as well. yeonjun let out a soft moan and tilted his head backwards.

you couldn't believe you were actually stroking soobin and yeonjun's cocks at the same time right now. your best friends. and now something more?

as you stroked them you felt the precum soaking into your palm and getting their cocks wetter.

you sat up a little more, leaning down to place your mouth on the tip of yeonjun's dick. "fuck, baby yes." he placed his palm on the back of your head, guiding you as you started to go down on his tip.

"th-that looks so good y/n." soobin moaned, his cock twitching in your hand.

you took yeonjun's thick length down your throat, practically gagging on it while yeonjun pushed your head down further. he was letting out the sexiest moans ever.

"take my cock y/n.. f-fuck!" yeonjun groaned.

the sight of you taking yeonjun's dick down your throat only had soobin imagining it was his own cock, and that made him feel so good as you stroked his dick.

you pulled off of yeonjun's dick, the sloppiness of your sucking caused a small spit trail from your lips and tongue as you pulled off.

"you've been staring at my tits so much, binnie." you smiled at him, panting softly. his face was super red already, but it seemed as if it'd gotten redder than before.

"would you like to be in between them?" you asked him.

"p-please.. y/n." soobin trembled slightly, his dick wanting more.

you hovered over soobin's cock, licking it from the bottom to the tip. you then took his length in your mouth, your mouth already being sloppy and wet from yeonjun's cock.

soobin moaned and whimpered as you took his length. he couldn't say a word because nothing would come out. he bucked his hips up, burying his cock in your throat.

it was so much too take that there were tears starting to run down your face, but that didn't stop you from taking his length.

you stroked yeonjun with your right hand, rubbing in the spit and precum up and down his dick. he loved the feeling. but he also loved staring at you as you took soobin's dick. and staring at your sexy body in the red bra and panties.

soobin, unlike yeonjun, was too nervous and didn't know where to put his hands. he felt it was too forceful to put his hand on your head like yeonjun had did, so he just kept his hands down as you took him.

you reached behind you, unclipping your bra and letting it fall to the floor.

yeonjun stared and you felt his dick twitch in your hand from the sight of them. "your tits are so nice.." yeonjun bit his lip. seeing your tits were enough to bring yeonjun to his high.

you pulled off soobin's dick, looking towards yeonjun as you noticed him panting and groaning. "goddammit y/n, i don't wanna cum yet. i wan't your pussy."

you climbed onto soobin, removing your panties. getting in doggy position as you took his dick in your mouth again. this was an invitation for yeonjun to position himself against your pussy from behind.

"no condom?" yeonjun asked you, confused.

"n-no, it's fine." you smiled, and bit your lip.

before doing anything, he rubbed your clit. noticing you were already soaking for the both of them, he smirked and aligned himself to your entrance gently.

you whimpered softly, but focused on soobin. you spit on his cock and lifted it towards your breasts, placing his dick in between your breasts as you moved up and down gently.

"a-ah.." soobin moaned, tilting his head back onto the couch.

"f-fuck.. y/n i'm gonna go inside you." yeonjun said, you felt the tip of his dick burying inside the entrance of your pussy. this made you moan on soobin's dick, and the vibrations made soobin feel good as well.

as you moved your breasts around soobin's dick, you felt yeonjun's thick cock pushing deep inside of you. you moaned, taking the tip of soobin's dick in your mouth as you moved your breasts around his dick.

you and yeonjun were both moaning like crazy, and you were already tightening around his cock.

"fuck..." he groaned, and grabbed your ass with both his hands, squeezing it. he started to move in and out of you at a slow pace, sloppy and lewd sounds coming from your pussy as he pounded it slow but rough.

soobin couldn't imagine what it felt like inside of you as he looked down at your head and breasts. he whimpered softly and bucked his hips up into your mouth.

you moved your ass onto yeonjun, feeling needy for his love.

"you and soobin are so needy." yeonjun teased, moving faster inside of you. he continued to squeeze your ass with his left hand, but with his other hand he grabbed your hair to fuck deeper inside of you as he pounded you.

you were a sloppy mess, the sound of yeonjun going in and out of you was loud and it only sent you to your high more and more. yeonjun reached his hand around to your clit with his left hand, rubbing it at such a fast pace you knew you were about to cum.

"y-yeonjun i'm- i'm coming!" you yelled, "m-me too. ah-" he continued to pound into you.

"come with me babygirl." he pounded even harder and faster than before. you whimpered and saw stars as you let lose and came on yeonjun's dick. you felt his cum shooting deep inside of you as he gripped your hair harder, moaning loudly.

you panted, unable to do anything with soobin's dick at the moment as it twitched against your face.

yeonjun pulled out after a moment, cum began to leak out of your sloppy pussy as he pulled out, but too your surprise, yeonjun's dick was already rock hard again.

"r-ride me please, baby." soobin asked, it was too cute to deny. you nodded, and bit your lip. aligning his dick to your entrance.

you slowly went down on it, taking it all inside of you. yeonjun's was thicker but soobin's was so much longer.

soobin let out the sweetest moans, his hands on your hips as he was desperate for more.

you went up and down on his dick, moaning and panting softly.

"i'm still here, babygirl." yeonjun aligned himself with your pussy and soobin's cock. could you even fit anymore inside of you?

yeonjun wanted to figure that out. he grabbed your neck and shoved himself into your pussy slowly, trying to fit along with soobin's dick. you were moaning so loudly, feeling so stretched and so full.

"so good~" yeonjun bit down on his lip, pushing in and out of you without remorse.

soobin's dick was twitching like crazy inside of you, you knew he was ready to cum at any moment. yeonjun kissed the back of your neck, leaving hickeys as he pounded into your sore and stretched hole.

the room was filled with all three of your moans, whimpers, and groans.

"baby, i'm close. i wanna cum on your face while soobin cums inside you." yeonjun pulled his cock out, jerking it in front of you. you bit your lip and nodded.

soobin gently moved your body and his into a doggystyle position, he began to thrust in and out of you at a quick pace. "y-y/n! i'm so close!" soobin moaned.

meanwhile you were prepared to take yeonjun's cum all over your face. you stuck your tongue out as yeonjun and soobin reached their highs.

"i-i'm coming!" soobin whimpered. "m-me too!" yeonjun groaned loudly. shooting ropes of cum onto your face and tongue. this made him bite his lip as he did so, loving your pretty face being covered in his cum.

soobin was still coming in you when yeonjun was finished, their was so much. and you were entirely full at this point.

as you slowly pulled off of his dick, all three of you were a mess.

"yeonjun came twice, so we get too as well." you smirked at soobin, and he was eager to see what would happen next.

you took soobin's length in your mouth, meanwhile yeonjun pushed two of his fingers inside of you, using his other hand to rub your clit in circles.

soobin whimpered, and was moving and bucking his hips upwards into your throat again. "i-i'm already close noona..." soobin moaned. "m-me too!" you gasped.

"come for me princess~" yeonjun bit down on his lip, rubbing faster than before while pounding your pussy with his fingers.

you both reached your high, soobin coming inside your mouth and on your face while yeonjun let you squirt on his fingers.

as you pulled off, you and soobin were both so worn out that yeonjun offered to clean up. yeonjun came back into the room with towels and wiped the cum from multiple areas that had cum.

"they shouldn't be back for a few more hours, how about we shower to clean up some more?" yeonjun said, you and soobin both nodded and giggled.

the three of you had a nice steamy shower together, staying close to each other and kissing each other at some points. whenever yeonjun couldn't have your lips, he just kissed your back.

#yeonbin #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #yeonbin x reader #txt x reader #smut #txt smut

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kaisworlds · 9 months

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hey don’t know if you still take requests or not but if so can i request a ftm zoro x male reader

scenario: everyone is still at water 7 after saving robin(when zoro becomes “big brother”) and zoro and reader are doing chores and the reader thinks zoro would be a good parent/male-mom and after there done the reader cooks for him since sanji is still out and things get heated and ends up in smut

kinks: choking, spanking(in backshots) feminization, and breeding

p.s you can take your time i’m in no rush and i understand if you don’t wanna do it

-🦉anon

w 🦉anon idea

i've staring at this since i got it bro and my mind has been blank help plus excuse if some details are fucked i havent watched that arc in a hot minute btw ooc zoro maybe

im so sorry aabt the fact it came out this late owl pookie

cw: sub bottom ftm character x top dom male reader, feminization, spanking, choking

it all started when zoro somehow got roped into baby sitting 3 babies and you bumped into him as he was trying to hide from sanji

after a day of hard work finally putting the kids to bed walking back to the ship you look at the sky before speaking "you know you'd make a good parent zoro..." his brain shuts down stammering out a quiet thank you mind immediately going towards how you would treat him if he was the parent to your kids, would you let him go work or would you tell him to stay home to take care of the baby, how would you act with the kids would you feed them or would you help him feed them, your hands slowly traveling to his front cupping his chest, thumb rolling over his nipple as he leans his back against your chest as you slowly squeeze watching the milk trickle down into the cup you were holding, or would you turn him over and suck on his aching nipp-

walking around admiring the clean water floating between the buildings snapping back into reality once you see a tan guy hiding against the wall with familiar green hair "zoro..." eyes trailing down his body to the tight yellow crop top wrapped around his chest finally noticing the babies in a blanket tied to his front "who....who's children are those?" zoro's face flashed as he panicked a bit in his mind not wanting anyone to see him in this outfit especially his crush "hey you cant say anything about this too shitty brows okay" silently agreeing you decide to help him, cooing the babies as they wake up crying slightly crouched over to get onto eye level with them (indirectly staring at his chest). zoro blushed looking away eyes widening as he makes eye contact with robin in the distance watching her snicker as she walks away before he can explain.

"zoro are you okay? you've been really quiet" your voice snapping him out of his day dream as he nods walking a bit faster finally reaching the ship immediately going to his room shutting the door.

after a work out session zoro peeks into the kitchen watching as you cut up vegetables adding it into the stew you're brewing, without looking up you speak "you want some?" flustered that you caught him staring "y-yeah.....shitty cook not back yet or something?" he silently cursed him self for stuttering "mhmm no ones here yet...just us" still not looking at him you grab bowls dishing him some food before setting it on the table sitting down across from him while he eats "this is good..." "thank you"

with each sentence more and more embarrassment sunk into him he didnt even notice how you had stood up and sat next to him in the middle of your speech, head snapping towards you as you run your hand through his hair "not that i mind when youre so pretty..."

the silence consumes the room as he just feels your stare on his face while he refuses to meet your gaze. you dont speak until he finished his food "do you think im stupid?" his eyes widen, did he do something to offend you? he quickly answers shaking his head no. "well you must be stupid then if you really think i wouldnt notice" having a good feeling of what you were talking about but he decides to stick to his story "notice what..." smirking you lean forward arms resting on the table "i noticed a lot actually.... like how you practically turn into a fucking school girl with a crush on a teacher whenever we're alone, or how earlier today whenever i was with the kids i saw how you'd look at me, eyes all dazed, or how when i commented on how you'd be a great parent your entire body flushed, you walked in silence with me for almost 30 minutes, face getting redder with each passing minute, i could see you rubbing your thighs together when we stopped to pick up ingredients, and if that wasnt enough, the way you ran to your room as soon as you stepped foot in here."

his back arches up off the bed his nipples hardening under the white tank top eyes clenched tightly as his moans come out rough with a dazed look in his face.

zoro lets out an almost unnoticeable whine leaning into your touch "please..." tugging softly making his head tilt back "please what?" he huffs realizing you're gonna make him say it he takes things into his own hands, cupping your face pulling you into a kiss, grunting as you tighten the grip on his hair pulling him a few centimeters back, lips hovering over his "didnt know you were so desperate princess" zoro grumbles under his breath " 's cause youre teasing me too much just kiss me dumbass" you lean toward him, smiling against his lips, hand gripping his thigh the other holding his cheek "wanna go to my room?" he immediately nods standing up scrambling to the room as you follow him, he rests on the edge on the bed looking up at you, his eyes practically have hearts in them as he runs his hands up your shirt pushing it higher so he can lay soft kisses along the hair trail leading down. you unbuckle your belt tossing it to the side stepping out of your pants watching as he does the same, leaning down you kiss him pushing him back onto the bed, taking note of how his legs wrap around you tighter as your hand ghosts his neck, slightly choking him to see what he does he murmurs out a soft "harder" as he tries to rut his covered cunt up into your hardening dick, the friction of your boxers rubbing aginst his clit makes him let out soft grunts, silently obliging to his wishes you tightly wrap your hand around his neck watching for discomfort before grinding down into him

sliding your hand down his underwear,the back of your hand touching the wet spot against the fabric "jesus i barely did anything and youre already looking like this" smirking at him as the irritated look on his face grows, it went as soon as it came though once he felt the pad of your thumb pressing against his clit slowly rubbing circles as you push your middle finger into him

he stops you gripping your hand trying to speak through the lack of oxygen "al-ready...just put i-t in"

a smirk washes over your face before flipping him onto his stomach pulling his ass up and slowly pushing your self in eyes widening as he slams his hips back into you a moan slipping through his lips before a small yelp as he feels the smack against his ass "did i say you can move huh?" he turns back to look at you, slowly shaking his head trying to apologize before he feels you pull out all the way just to slam back in, the force making him hunch over head pressing deep into the pillows biting his lip when he feels your hand roughly grip his hair pulling him back so your chest is flush with his back, his hand resting on his lower stomach where he feels your dick making space for itself inside of him.

"you wanna be my housewife hmm zoro? wanna carry my fucking kids for me fuck you'll make a great fucking mother" tears start brimming at his eyes when he feels your hand leaning forward to rub his clit, your movements hault making him almost sob asking why "you didn't answer my question zoro..." punctuating your sentence with a thrust, tears finally streaming down his face as he grabs your forearm nodding "please god yes i-i'll be your fu-ucking house wife if you just move"

smiling you grant his wish restarting your brutal pace praising him watching as his body flops forward, he rests on his forearms as his thighs shake almost no sound coming from him as he bites into the sheets "i wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make before i fill you up" he immediately spits out the blanket loud sobs coming from him "c-close so- clo-se" you feel his walls clamping down on you trying to milk you as you keep thrusting into him, he starts wailing, overstimulation making his drunk on your cock.

"so fucking good for me zoro im- fuck im close okay?" zoro nods tiredly "in-inside please..." he murmurs out before he feels your warm cum filling him up listening to your grunts and savoring the last few pumps before he feels you pull out slowly and lay next to him as he rolls onto his stomach carefully "pillow..." he says quietly " excuse me?" you say raising your eyebrow at him "i want to...keep it inside....give the pillow" slowly nodding you hand him the pillow watching as he pushes the pillow under his lower back

just as a happy comfortable silence consumes room zoro hears your voice

"your know i didnt take you for someone with a breeding kink..." "shut up." "but-" "shhhh." "zoro i-" "dont bring it up unless youre gonna do it again." "who said i wouldnt

#dom male reader #top male reader #amab reader #kai writes👽#zoro x male reader #bottom zoro #sub zoro #ftm zoro #sub one piece #bottom one piece #🦉anon

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moralesluvr · 1 year

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Could I request a hobie x reader with a morning routine?

morning routine with hobie brown <3

♡ pairings & aus: hobie brown x spider!fem!black!reader ♡ summary: morning routine with hobie!! ♡ warnings: none ♡ a/n: this idea was literally the cutest ever! tysm for requesting amor ♡ got a request? | masterlist in the works! ♡

"HOBIE, IT'S TIME TO GET UP." You called out to your boyfriend as you slid a pair of shorts on in front of your mirror, stepping into your white Spider-Man slippers. You heard Hobie groan into one of your pillows, "Mmgh, five more minutes, love?"

"No." You sighed, "Unfortunately, there are bad guys we have to defeat today, just like every other day-- you know this. I love you, but you gotta get up."

Your statement earns another groan from your lover, but you ignore it as you walk over to your bed, pulling the covers off of Hobie. A string of loud curses leave his lips as you toss the comforter onto the ground.

"You're so annoying," He mumbled, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. You grabbed his hand and pulled firmly, "Get ready with me?"

Although he pretended otherwise, Hobie loved when you shared your morning routine with him. That definitely woke him up out of his former slumber as he rose up off the bed, following you into the bathroom so that you could start your morning.

You opened the drawer next to you as Hobie flicked the light on, hands taking home on your hips as he stood behind you. He rested his head atop yours as he sighed, "'M tired...think I'm jus' gonna let some people accept their fate today."

"Hobie!" You snap, pulling your matching headbands out of the drawer. You reach above you and hand Hobie his black one, "You can't just say that. We're super heroes and we have to do our job."

"I was only joking," Hobie scoffs, sliding his headband on.

"Handsome, can you tie my braids back?" You asked him sweetly. He nodded eagerly and grabbed a thick hair tie from the cabinet, taking your hair in his big palms and pulling it into a neat ponytail. You thanked him as he stepped beside you, grabbing his toothbrush. You copied his actions as you brushed your teeth, singing the ABCs in your head a couple times to make sure they were clean. You turned the water on and spat, and you nearly felt Hobie shiver.

"I know spitting is necessary in this moment," He starts, "But I have to admit, doll, it is disgusting."

You ignore his statement and roll your eyes, grabbing your face wash. You run your hands under the water for a couple seconds and squirt some into your hands, massaging it into your skin. Hobie follows suit, although he washes his face for what seems like about five seconds.

"Now you know good and well your skin is not clean." You said, eyes screwed shut in hopes to not get the soap in your eye.

Hobie shrugged at your statement as he moisturized his skin, taking the headband off and laying it back in the drawer where it belongs. You finished up your routine quickly, following your lover into the kitchen for quick coffee and breakfast.

"I'm feelin' peckish," Hobie remarks, opening the doors to your shared pantry to find something to eat. You scoff at his use of British slang.

"Peckish? Why not just say 'looking for a little snack' you nerd." You laugh, grabbing one of your mugs from the cupboard. You pop a Starbucks pod into the Keurig, letting your mug sit underneath as you venture back to your bedroom to grab some clothes and your suit.

You slip on a pair of black cargos and a teeny white crop, something that you can easily slip in and out of if need be. You hear footsteps approach the door, Hobie's half-clothed body leaning against the doorframe.

"Wanna match outfits today?" He suggests, taking a bite out of a bagel that's filled to the brim with cream cheese. You nod, "Sure, if you wanna wear somethin' like this, 'cause I don't feel like changing."

"Mkay," He remarks, pulling the first two items out of the drawer that resemble your outfit. He grabs a spiky belt and pulls it through the loops of his pants, the waistband of his Calvin Kleins showing. You take the hair tie out of your hair and stuff it in your pocket, grabbing your keys-- "Are you about ready to go, Hobs? Don' wanna be late."

"Yeah, comin'!" He yells, but you're already heading for the door by the time he's even halfway ready to go. You scoop your coffee up from the kitchen, opening the front door, "Yo, I'm leaving!" You sing song, stepping through the door.

"Y/N, you idiot, wait!"

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

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haileybeehappy · 1 year

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Pre Concert Rituals

Word count : 1.1k

Warnings : oral (male receiving) dom harry, swearing, horny harry

Summary : you and Harry enact pre concert rituals

Harrys green room smelled of shaving foam as you sat on the counter with harry standing between your splayed legs. His face tilted upwards as you glide the razor across his skin. Shaving the prickly hairs off his chin. He twitches as your non dominant hand grazes the side of his neck to steady yourself.

"Don't move or I'll nick you," you whisper yell him.

"Sorry lovie you tickled me," his hands rest on your hips. Thumbs rubbing your exposed skin between your crop top and leggings. With one last swipe of the razor you put it down into the sink next to you. Grabbing his face with both hands and making sure you didn't miss any stray hairs. "All clean?" he asks eyebrow quirked.

"Looks it," you smile. He steps away from you and to the sink. plucking the razor out and starting the water. Testing it with his fingers to make sure its not too hot. He quickly washes his face and pats it dry with a white towel. He looks at you with a smirk and rubs on some aftershave. A small smile resting on his lips. "Handsome as ever," you laugh as you grab his hand and pull him towards you. He slots himself between your legs again. Kissing your lips softly as you creep your hands to his chest. Rubbing your hands up and down his black t-shirt. Aching to touch his skin.

The kisses become less sweet and more hungry. Full of desire and want. His hands coming around your back sneaking under your shirt. nails raking at your skin. He pulls back away from you.

"Gonna get me all riled up before I go on stage?" his grip quickly moving up your back and pulling at your hair.

"You started it," your hands drift back down from his shoulders where they were resting into the waistband of his sweat pants. Running your fingers gently back and forth between his hip bones.

"You gonna help me finish it lovie?" he says as he grabs at your ass, his hands hitting the counter. You raise your self so he can kneed his hands into your cheeks. Pulling down the front of his pants slightly. "Fifteen minutes before I gotta head to get dressed," He pulls you off the counter and you drop to your knees in front of him.

"You and I both know I don't need fifteen minutes bub," You pull down the elastic of his pants and his dick bounces free pretty much fully hard. His head drops back as you wrap your hand around him. "Already so hard for me baby," your wipe the precum from his tip with your thumb. He thrusts into your grip as you begin to pump his cock. Leaning forward you stick out your tongue to taste him. He gasps as you make contact against his skin.

"Come on baby don't tease me," he wraps your hair into a makeshift pony tail and pushes you towards him. You open your mouth wide and take him down your throat. "Such a good girl for me baby," he groans as his tip hits resistance. You lightly gag on him and he pulls back. "Sorry honey," he lets out a whine. Your throat aching at the pressure.

"It's okay, I like to hear you moan Haz," his hands tighten in your hair. His other hand coming up to your chin and wiping saliva away from your skin and pushing it back into your mouth.

"Good girl, so good for me," you close your mouth around his thumb and suck lightly. "You ready to take it again baby?" you nod with a hum. "Good," He pushed himself back into your mouth and you instantly close your lips around him. Suctioning your mouth around him. Wrapping your hands around the base of him taking what you can't in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his slit and push into him. You keep a good pace bobbing up and down on his cock until you feel the familiar ache in your jaw. You pull back and whine. Resting your head against the tattoo on his thigh. Pumping him in your hand.

"Getting tired baby?"

"My jaw is achy," you whine at him.

"It's okay," his hand wraps around yours and helps you pump his cock. His rings digging into your skin. "You feel so good against me no matter what you have wrapped around me," He lets out a low grunt. "Your hands," he moans. "Your pussy. Oh fuck!" he whines as you bring your mouth against his head. "Your beautiful mouth. Oh shit," His hand grasps the back of your head and guides you up and down. Sucking him as he dips back into your throat. His grip on your hair tightens and his thighs quiver. His cock twitching in your mouth.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna come baby, ready?" he asks you hum around him in confirmation. He groans as you suck a little and his thrusts into your mouth become sloppy. He twitches again and his warm cum spills into your mouth. You let him finish completely before you open your mouth so he can see. "Such a good fuckin girl," he groans out as you swallow him down. You both stay still for a moment before you rise up and he tucks himself into his pants. You turn to sink and rinse your hands off. He comes up behind you and makes eye contact with you as his hands find your hips and to your stomach.

"Fuck you're too good to me," his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck and he places soft kisses on your skin.

"You got like five minutes till you gotta go haz," you moan as he begins to suck on your neck. His hands now rubbing at your inner thighs. Your hands grip onto the counter, white knuckles.

"You and I both know that I can get you there before that five minutes is up," he smirks as he sinks to his knees behind you.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles dom #harry styles smut #harry styles smut fanfic

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heavenlyraindrops · 3 months

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Change With the Seasons| Stardew Valley| Sebastian x Reader

♡♡♡♡♡♡ Chapter One: Moving In

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A/N: This is just gonna be a cute romance between Seb and the Farmer, aka Reader. If It’s also available on AO3 and Quotev. I’d visit the masterlist if I were you, since it contains trigger warnings + the story blurb (summary/ synopsis)

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Chapter Summary: After moving in and getting accustomed to life at the farm, you happen to meet a certain someone on a rainy day by the docks.

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The wind whistled through the trees, snaking its way through your hair and causing the leaves to skitter. Immediately the breeze died down as soon as it picked up.

You had just finished speaking to Major Lewis. Robin, the carpenter, however, had decided to stick around for some more conversation, an idea you weren’t completely against yet weren’t completely welcoming towards either.

“You should definitely get to meeting all the townsfolk,” Robin said, eyes surveying the wooded, overgrown land. They flicked back to yours, and she smiled. “It’s not everyday we get a new person here in Pelican Town. So they’re all very eager to meet you.”

You smiled and nodded, as she continued:

“And you should meet my kids too. They live with me in the Mountains, oh, the mountains…”

As Robin went off on a long rant on how wonderful and fresh the crisp air of the mountains were, you looked out at the farm stretched before you. It was covered in rocks, wood, overgrown grass and trees. You winced at the thought of having to clean it all up.

“Anyways, I won’t keep you any further!” Robin smiled, and left.

You proceeded to dump your luggage on the bed, which creaked under the weight, and rolled your sleeves up. The first thing on your list today, you decided, was to go into town and see how it was. You had, after all, dropped your safe, stable life in Zuzu for this.

The walk to the village wasn’t too long. You picked up a daffodil along the way, with no other reason than finding it pretty. Immediately you arrived at what seemed to be a clinic. You peered in, but it was closed. The building next to it had a large sign. Pierre’s General Store. A calendar nailed to the wall caught your attention- it was listing all the events and birthdays in town. A specific day seemed to jump out at you: Flower Dance.

You’d have to ask Mayor Lewis about that.

You put your hand on the door handle to Pierre’s store and pushed, but the doors refused to budge. It must have been locked, too. You checked your watch. It was only seven. That explained it.

You wandered down a little, taking in the buildings and houses. You squinted at a small figure in the distance, loitering near a couple of flowers. Seemingly very interesting in them.

As you moved closer, you realized that it was a little old woman, tending to the flowers. She smiled at you, and you smiled back. “You must be the new farmer. Welcome to the community, dear. I’m Evelyn. You can call me ‘Granny’ if you like.”

You flushed at her kindness. “Alright, Granny.”

She smiled and nodded, before heading inside a small blue house, claiming to go bake some cookies.

You exhaled slowly, staring at the flowers. The spring sun seemed to glow off of everything, yet the breeze was cool. You felt a faint smile growing on your face. You’d like it here, in Pelican Town. You knew it.

A week had passed. So had your doubts.

Everyone in the town had been kind to you so far- so far, being the keyword as you hadn’t met many people yet. You’d woken up that morning with rain lashing down, pattering on the roof, echoing through the small cottage. With watering your rather small number of crops being taken care of, you’d decided to devote the day to fishing at the docks, ever grateful for the rather flimsy bamboo rod Willy had gifted you.

The rain was pouring down harder than when you had left as you arrived at the docks. Your hair stuck to your forehead, slick with water, droplets of it rolling down your cheeks. You carefully picked your way across the docks, which had grown slippery. The sea was choppy, and occasionally hit against the supports of the docks but they were fortunately high enough from the water level. Yet still a few salty drops sprayed onto your face now and then.

Being as drenched as you were all ready, you just decided to sit down on the edge of the dock, before casting out your rod. You didn’t even notice the man already sitting next to you amidst the whirling wind and drops of rain and seawater. You shivered, cold, before glancing to the side and-

“Oh!” You jumped in surprised, almost toppling off the dock and into the angry sea. “H-hello.”

The man stared at you in silence, the black strands of hair obscuring his face, making it unable to be seen properly, before turning back to the sea. “Hey.”

You’d never felt awkward with the people in Pelican Town until now. You forced a nervous smile, tilting your head. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there. You don’t mind if I sit here, right?”

He dug his hands into the pockets of his black sweatshirt, the moody look on his face deepening. “Whatever,” he muttered, then said under his breath, “The ocean’s better enjoyed alone, though.”

Your own frown hardened into a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean?” It hadn’t even been ten seconds since you’d met this guy and you were already starting to feel a growing dislike for him.

“Nothing,” he said. You noticed the eyeliner around his eyes getting slightly messed up from the rain, and stared hard back out at sea. So much for everyone in the twon being nice. You must have jinxed it, or something.

“What’s your name, anyways?” You asked, taking another stab at being friendly.

“Sebastian,” came the blunt reply.

You stared at him again, for a moment. He caught you staring, and raised an eyebrow, an action which for some reason made your heart pound. “What?”

“Nothing.” You turned your attention back to the fishing rod. The weather was becoming harsher now, your clothes completely drenched through with droplets rolling down your face and arms. Thunder rolled and lightning flashed, making you jump and let out a small noise. Sebastian smirked and you glared at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, clearly mocking you in such a subtle way you wouldn’t expect. You scowled, feeling something tug at the rod. It was a soggy newspaper. Feeling your face burn with embarrassment, you picked it up and scrunched it up in your hand before getting up and stomping down the dock, back towards your farm.

“Nothing,” You muttered, mockingly. That day, you decided.

You do not like Sebastian.

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magecrafts · 5 months

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MAYA LOPEZ headcanons.

rated e for explicit sexual content — 18+ — minors dni.

a/n: beefy pro fighter maya my beloved

maya lopez x reader ; is your girlfriend a puppy or a brawler? yes.

warnings: nsfw, semi-explicit smut, afab language, anal play, choking, spanking, strap-ons, rough sex, one single mention of blood.

watching maya in the ring gets you hot. especially when she’s fighting men and they can’t hold their own against her. she’s faster, anticipates better, hits harder, bounces back quicker. first time she invited you to a fight you worried you wouldn’t like seeing her get hit, but that fear dissolved when she took a mean cross to the jaw and found you in the crowd, flashed you a bloody grin, and pummeled her opponent into submission with heavy-handed blow after blow before the first round was up. when you kissed her in the locker room after the fight she tasted a little bit like blood even though she’d already cleaned up, but you didn’t mind. you kind of liked it. then she used her prize money to take you out to dinner where she touched you under the table while she ate steak tips and drank beer and you were left to grip your drink until your knuckles went white and every muscle in your body tensed.

nowadays you’re front row at all of her fights with her leather jacket draped over your shoulders to keep it warm for her and so everyone knows exactly who you’re there for. who you belong to.

tight hugs when she comes home from the gym in muscle shirts, nuzzling into a big bicep because it’s warm and hard and you’re never safer than when you’re wrapped up in her. kissing on her arm because you don’t want to pull away to free your hands to speak and you don’t think she wants to either and you like that her skin tastes a little like sweat and you really like how she flexes as soon as your mouth touches her.

it’s always the arms. reaching for her in bed at night, curling your hands around her arm, pulling it against your chest and snuggling it like you would a teddy bear while she snores softly at your side. tugging her arm around your shoulders while standing in line at the supermarket. digging your nails into her forearms when she plants her hands on either side of your head and looms over you with a presence as intimidating as it is dead fucking sexy. telling her she should get tattoos because she’s got the arms for it. she’s not big on pda but she doesn’t mind you hanging onto her arm in public because it makes her feel like you’re never going to leave her and as independent as she is you know she lusts after the loyalty she inspires in you.

when she hangs out topless in boxers at home you’re always ready to fucking fold. when she cooks in training shorts and a sports bra you like to sit and watch, following the ebb and flow of thick muscle beneath her skin as she moves through the kitchen and pretends not to notice how heavy your eyes are on her. when she works out in cropped tanks it’s hard not to drool and you get stuck between wanting to drop to your knees and worship her abs with your tongue and wanting to get pinned down and rendered helpless by her big strong arms.

sometimes you wake up in the morning to maya doing pushups on the floor beside the bed. you roll over to the edge and prop your chin on your hands and watch with a dreamy little smile on your face. when she’s done you drag her into the shower and throw yourself at her under the spray of hot water.

other times you wake up to maya doing pullups on the bar you installed in the doorjamb. sometimes on those days you’ll roll onto your back and prop your legs open and stroke yourself through your underwear while you watch her muscles bulge and flex, pausing to tell her, “ten more,” before going back to playing with your cunt. getting yourself ready for her while you watch her smirk and power through the last of her reps. by the time she’s done and crawling back into bed with you her chest is heaving and her skin is warm to the touch and when you take a fistful of her shirt and pull her down on top of you she’s heavy and solid and her hips fit so well between your legs.

bear hugs. her big muscly arms draped around your neck, your face nuzzled against her throat. her hands on your legs while you lay on the couch with a movie on in the background. her fingers working the knots from your back after a long day, pressing your skin, stroking your muscles like she can convince them to ease up and stay that way if only she touches you in the perfect spot. coming up behind you while you’re cooking and draping herself over your back, arms over your shoulders, cheek pressed to the side of your head as she rests her weight on you and you can’t even be annoyed about the fact that it’s very hard to cook with a big brawler putting all her weight on you because you love when she gets clingy. you set down the spatula and sign, “puppy,” because you know she’s watching your hands and it’ll make her roll her eyes and grin and because she really does act like a big lapdog sometimes and she knows it.

wearing her shirts. her hoodies. they’re big on you but you like that, and you like that they smell like her, like she’s right there with you instead of working late. when she works late and you’re bored and lonely you’ll text her nonsensical strings of emojis, or you’ll tell her about whatever garbage television you’re watching in her absence. she’ll usually text back within minutes, always making sure you know you’re as much a priority as her job is. on the rare occasions when she doesn’t text back quickly, you’re not above playing the teasing game. pulling on one of her zip-up sweatshirts with nothing on underneath and sending her a selfie. stripping down and slipping into a pair of her boxers and posing for a picture in front of the standing mirror in her bedroom. her responses rarely betray how much she truly enjoys pictures like those, but an i’ll deal with you when i get home or a behave yourself from maya is the equivalent of a heart-eyes emoji from anyone else. and she does always deal with you when she gets home (and you rarely ever behave), though ‘dealing with you’ can mean anything from eating you out on the couch until you’re trembling and teary and too sensitive to take any more to throwing you over her lap, spanking you red and raw, and slipping her favorite little plug into your ass.

maya likes to lounge. likes to kick back and sit with her knees propped open wide, likes you on her lap where you can see her and she can see you. claims it’s better even than the view of you bent over with an arch in your back because it’s all in the eyes. so she claims. but you’re fairly certain she just likes you on her lap so she can talk dirty to you. so you’re ready for it when she drops onto the couch and pulls you down to straddle her lap. “you look good,” she’ll say, hands moving slowly, deliberately, because she knows you hate waiting and she loves drawing out the teasing. “like you were made to be on top of me.” and you’ll start to blush, which she loves, too, and she’ll reach up and brush your rosy cheeks with her thumbs to draw attention to your bashfulness. meantime she’s just smiling that little secret half-smile that pulls at the corner of her lips as she gazes up at you through her lashes. “i want to watch you ride me,” she'll tell you, or, “let me sit back and watch you bounce on my dick,” or, “show me how you ride my cock.” doesn’t matter what she says, you’ll do whatever the fuck she wants.

win or lose (though maya has five wins for every loss) you’re her favorite prize, the one she can always count on. she’s indulgent after wins, likes dragging you into the locker room and sweet talking you into stripping down and joining her in the shower. she’ll soap you up until your skin’s all slippery and warm and then she’ll touch you for what feels like hours: coasting her hands down your back, taking handfuls of your ass, pulling you in until your hips are notched against hers, until you’re anchored to each other and nothing in the world could force you apart. she likes how you feel against her, your slick heat on her thigh always warmer even than the hot water, your nipples rubbing against her chest. she’ll kiss you nice and slow, she’ll suck your tongue into her mouth, will touch every inch of your body she can reach, reacquainting herself with how you feel when you’re laid bare for her. when she touches you between your legs where you need it most it’s all gentle, unrelenting pressure, and it’s all so soft. fighting’s her outlet, you’re her reward, and she treats you like you’re priceless.

it’s different after a loss. when things don’t go her way in the ring she won’t bother with a shower, she’ll just grab her bag and then grab you and take you home. sometimes you don’t even make it to the bedroom before her aggression surfaces and she bends you over the kitchen counter, the dining table, or presses you up against the wall in the hallway and yanks your pants down and forces a knee between your thighs so she can rut against you, fucking you into a hard surface because there’s nowhere else to put her frustration and she knows you like to take it. when she loses, round two is you on your knees with her leg over your shoulder and a hand in your hair, holding you steady while she uses you to get off. fucks herself on your face, rubs her cunt against your mouth and nose while you do your best to keep up with your tongue without losing your breath. round three is you on your back, legs hooked around her waist, pussy stretched around her favorite strap while she pounds into you, fucks you open, one hand wrapped around your throat so she can feel every last little sound you make.

win or lose, you love her. you’d be crazy not to.

#maya lopez headcanons #maya lopez x reader #maya lopez imagine #maya lopez imagines #echo imagines #maya lopez fanfiction #echo headcanons #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagines #maya #headcanons #hcs #rated: e

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sherwees · 5 months

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CW : noncon, stepcest, somnophilia (dubcon and noncon) and idk overall fucked up shit.

side note : literally took inspo from this crazy ass story by @ne0pearl and the amount of times that this trope was mention in our messages is crazy tbh so I tried smth with it.. I hope you like it !!

extra extra note : there MIGHT be some errors that I'll definitely fix later ..

extra extra extra note : last fic of the year?? wtf I'm glad I'm ending my year with wayv!!

Day 1 : Your new step brother yangyang that gave you a devious smile when you first met eyes with him, his thin fingers twirling his pyjama strings around his left index while he toys with the other string. He seemed... nice? As anticipation and maybe.. fear bubbles in your gut, a smile creeps up on your face.

Looking slightly over, his father wore a white button up and he looked like a literal snack. His name was Kun or whatever he said.. His hands were fucking huge like they could go around your waist... maybe your neck..?

He was your fucking stepfather.

It's also enough that your mother wasn't going to be back for an exact month so it would be only you three in the house..

I mean what could go wrong?

Day 2 : Creak.. creak~ was that the floorboards? Your thighs feel irritated and there's some sticky.. gooey feeling in between them.. Your eyelashes felt like they were glued shut by weights, you thought about lulling yourself back to sleep out of laziness but the itchiness wouldn't leave. Reaching over to your lamp and flicking it on, you tug the covers away; being met with a splatter of cum. The air forms a bubble at the back of your throat, eyes filled with confusion, your stomach swirls with unsettlement. Quickly pushing yourself out of the bed and cleaning up yourself in your bathroom; too groggy to show concern.

Something that managed to catch your ear was the footsteps fading away in the hallway.

Peeking your head through the door, you definitely notice the brown head of hair going down the stairs.

Day 7 : Laying upside down at the head of your bed, the stillness in the room only comforted your rushing thoughts about what happened 4 days ago. It wasn't until you heard a sound of something ripping? Like plants being torn? Before you even know it, you're at the window; witnessing the scene of Yangyang tearing out your precious plants. At least it's the ones you least care about but still.. WHAT THE FUCK? You ignore the sound of Kun's concerned “Huh?” when the door slams against the wall from being swung open, everything is a blur through your searing anger.

“Yangyang, what are you doing to MY plants!” You cried with stomp to your heel and clench to your fists once he walked in with the dead crops in his gloved hand.

“Well, it's actually our gar–”

“It's not! I put down the soil, I planted the seeds and I care and water those plants everyday!” There was an inquisitive gleam in his eyes now, you bit your lip anxiously as he stepped only closer to you.

“You could run your pretty little lips all you want but I don't care.”

Pretty little?? PRETTY LITTLE?

He thought that you were a fucking joke. He totally wasn't dismayed by your rant also and it only fueled to your frustration more. A stinging sensation traveled from your nose evoking tears in your eyes,

Oh please don't cry...

“But those are my plants..” You whined with a wistful spirit whilst your hands cover your face, trying to hide your tear streaked face. There was a thud on the ground, his hands delicately found yours and guided them away. They smoothly found your waist once you both met eyes, the ire tension now faded whilst your face grew hot. His face inched closer, his doubtful eyes switched from your eyes to your stout lips.

“Hey!”

Day 8 : You look over to Kun and immediately look down at your fiddling hands in your lap. Honestly, you wished he wasn't close enough to kiss, those black glasses weren't helping your case either.

“Are you even listening to me?” You blink extra hard even rubbing your eyes dramatically to show that he now had your attention. Even you could tell that he wasn't having it, you sighed, “Honestly.. no.”. Kun could only make it worse by scooching even closer, your attempt to back away quickly became futile when he grasped your wrist; his huge hand practically engulfing it.

“Don't make me do something I'll regret, sweetheart.” His other now trailing up your ridden up pyjama shorts and your heart nearly stops. “Wait– Wait–!” Your fight instincts kick in as you scream but his hand muffles it immediately; he now laid on top of you, his crotch hot against your clothed abdomen. Before you could even object, he smashes his lips with your own; the sounds of your lips smacking together with your moans and grunts both in unison wasn't as favorable, it icked you. “Kun— please..” You whimpered but his hands only traveled thick and through your shirt like a snake wrapped around it's prey.

His hands stopped it's traverse for a mid second, his deep brown eyes filled with desire; his dimple flashes along with a smile which fills your soul with relief but only for a second until you hear a zipper. Kun only chuckles once your expression drops when you look down to his engorged cock slapped against your stomach.

“Why can't I have a turn?” He says with a playful manner and a mocking pout to his lip before his hand shoves down your pyjama shorts along with your panties.

Day 10 : There's a commotion by your ear, tussle tussle. It sounds like your covers being thrown around, don't open your eyes, it isn't worth it..

“Don't act like you're not awake.” Yangyang said with a teasing lilting in his voice. You jolt slightly awake and nearly slap Yangyang that's laying with his chin in his palm with a quirk of curiosity to one of his brows. Everything feels fuzzy; your vision, your mouth, your head and your senses.. especially.. your senses.

There's something moving in your shorts and you don't even register on time that it's Yangyang's hand cupping your pussy, your legs were already trembling and with every second, you intake your vulnerability more. Three fingers then slither up and down your damp folds until one fingers hooks on your clit, he then massages it with a light chuckle at your still expression; he always fantasized about you being his little doll.

“Hm~ you're so pretty like this.. Not running your mouth, y’know?” He teased with his tongue poking from his cheek. He loved your pretty lashes caked up with tears, your body only moved to the rhythm of his fingers inside your little hole. His cock was insanely tight in the confinements of his pyjama pants at your mewls, he sworn he nearly came himself when your slick walls clenched around his digits. His fingers work faster, practically bruising your abused pussy and your sounds in harmony grew louder and louder; enough to maybe alert Kun of what was happening over a few doors down.

“You're gonna cum all over my fingers, yeah?” He grunted until your legs shook sporadically with a loud scratchy cry...

Definitely alerting Kun.

Day 30 : “This movie is totally boring~” You scowled whilst bating your eyelashes at the brown haired boy above you. He looks down with a slight smile, his hands trailing your forehead then to your jaw. You then diverted your eyes to where your feet layed right on your stepfather's lap; the same male that bugged you both about having a movie night for the past few weeks so you could all “know each other better before mom comes back.” A heat rushes to the back of your neck when you remember the look that him and Yangyang gave you in that moment causing you to simply look back at the screen to the horribly produced horror movie.

You embarassingly got immersed in said horror movie until you felt a grip at your ankle, the heel of your foot was being moved in a constant rhythm against Kun's gyrations on the bone. His member growing erect from the initial contact, you look up at Yangyang if he notices the strangely moving object under the blanket but he somehow doesn't. Kun's jaw is clenched, his glasses are sliding down his nose slightly as his gyrations grow slightly faster; your eyes constantly shoot back up to Yangyang. You never realized that his jaw was also clenched along with his fist that laid over the arm rest..

With your spine becoming sore from your position, you do what any other person would do and nudge yourself upward (duh). Unintentionally, you provide more pressure to the tip of Kun's cock and he lets out the slightest moan that fully made Yangyang aware..

Oh fuck..

Comically with an eyebrow raise, Yangyang pulls the cover away and analyzes the whole scene, his eyes switching from the latter's expression to yours and back to your foot that you now only decided to pull away.

He huffs dramatically with a puff to his cheeks, you then manage yourself up to sit in the middle of the couch. The tension causing that same anticipation feeling in your stomach you had from the first day you saw them; but it was quickly overcame by the fear part of it.. Your tongue peeked out of your lips, attempting to ignore the lingering finger flipping your waistband. Out of instinct, your hand flies to Yangyang's wrist; your doe eyes meeting his destitute ones.

“I don't think I'm ready.” You cried, your head falling into the crook of Yangyang's neck. “But I think you could..” Kun only beams back immediately, his arms circling around your waist and up your silk shirt; pulling your body slightly towards him in a rough manner but you barely nudged away from the other. The pads of his fingers glide over your hardened buds through your thin bra, arousal swirls in your lower region; eliciting a slight whine from your agape lips.

Your eyes were screwed shut from the euphoria that surged through your body from their lingering hands; you weren't even sure who was who anymore. Your shirt was discarded somewhere, the humid air hitting your uncomfortably sticky skin.. The air came out of you like a balloon with every punch of whomever's fingers was inside of you guessing it was Yangyang's.

Suddenly, one of their salty digits shoved past the narrow entrance of your mouth with a resounding grunt belonging to Kun. Your head attempted to recoil from the fingers once they pushed past your gag reflex but they only pushed deeper but steadily, as if they were trying to find a certain point.

“You're gonna have to open wider if you plan to take the both of us.. so please listen to me for once and open wide princess..”

little extra scene: Cold hands slither in between your own and there's a warmth to your backside, your heart stutters a beat until you notice a strand of black in your peripherals. “Don't scare me like that!” Your scream echoed throughout your greenhouse, your stepfather kun looks at you with a furrow to his brows that makes you feel slightly guilty for your outburst. “I was just wondering if you needed help..” His tone was sorrow, the distance between you both was concerning until he stepped back and walked off with a fuck ton of tomatoes he smuggled in his back pocket.

Who the fuck steals tomatoes, fucking loser.

You later confronted him about it and he claims that it gave him clear skin if it's combined with eucalyptus and honey, it might work and you might even consider trying it.

#nct smut #kpop smut #smut #nct imagines #wayv smut #nct scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct drabbles #kun smut #yangyang smut #kun x reader #tw : noncon #tw : somno #tw : dubcon #yangyang x reader #nct dream smut #whip nae nae

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secretninjadonut · 4 months

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| Use my thigh |

Sakura Miyawaki x fem reader

❗️Smut❗️

Le Sserafim had been invited to MAMA 2023 and of course you and your group went but while in the changing room before your performance you and Sakura were up to something…

After the red carpet you and your group headed towards the changing room as it was day 2 of MAMA awards and you had to get ready for your performance, it wasn’t soon but you wanted to get a head start and be ready you had watched one performance beforehand though.

In the changing room you and your members sat aside eachother while people did your makeup you talked to eachother about the awards and whether you were nervous or not your reply was “We’ve practiced for so long I’m not nervous at all” while the others wooed at your confidence. Soon you had finished your makeup and went to your separate changing rooms, as you were getting changed you heard a knock at your door and you zipped your skirt before saying “come in” and you saw your favourite blue haired girl come in and shut the door behind her.

She had taken a seat on your sofa while you asked “what did you need Kkura?” and she responded with “baby can you please sit on my thigh” you were shocked and said “Yah babe you know our performance rehearsal is soon and it’s important” while she pouts and says “I’ll make it quick darling I promise” you get butterflies at the nickname and just sigh in defeat.

You say “do you want the underwear off or not?” while Sakura responds with “off and your shorts too”

you just nod taking them off leaving you with just your short skirt and cropped top you then walk over to your girlfriend and sit directly on top of her thigh and moan as she clenches her thigh muscles and guides your hips to move in a circle motion. Your so lucky that the room is sound proof because your letting pornographic moans out while she rubs on your clit and helps you grind with the other hand she asks “you like this baby? Hm use your words” you whimper and say “A-Ahh~ y-yes” she responds with “yes what baby?” you moan loudly as she clenches her thigh again while saying “M-Mo- AHH~ -mmy” she smirks saying “Good girl”.

She slips her hand under your shirt still rubbing your clit and squeezing your nipple at the same time watching you grind helplessly on her thigh moaning and whimpering, she soon gets bored of just pinching so she moves your shirt up (still stimulating your clit) and sucks on one while pinching the other. You moan loudly and say “M-Mommy AHH~ F-fuck~ c-close c-cum~~” she just says “cum for mommy pretty girl” then goes back to sucking on your nipple you moan so loudly and finally cum on her thigh.

She smirks and looks at you panting like a dog while she smiles kissing your cheek saying “well done baby let’s get you cleaned hm?” she picks you up like nothing and sits you on the sofa while she goes to get a towel she comes back having wiped her thigh before getting back and brings a towel while she kneels down to clean you, she decides she wants to taste it before she cleans you so she dives into you as you moan at her licking your folds while her nose bumps on your clit your still sensitive and quickly cum again in her mouth while you feel her smirk on you pulling away after cleaning you fully using the towel to wipe her own face and wiping you just a bit since she cleaned you already.

She helps you fix your outfit before coming out and you slightly wobble because of her overstimulating you but you both go to get your makeup touched up from the last event you had been doing and your makeup artist asks you “Y/N-ssi why do you already have so much sweat were you practicing in your changing room again?” you simply just nod while she sighs and does your makeup again. Sakura is sat right beside you smirking slightly while her makeup artist asks her “did you drink water for a cup? Why is only around your mouths makeup gone” she shrugs while her makeup artist finishes quickly.

After your makeup has been finished she helps you walk to your rehearsal room and afterwards watches you struggle with the choreography your members all sighing and saying “Y/N-ssi you can get it please try harder” or “Y/N-nnie please this time” while Sakura laughs quietly. After an hour or so you start to feel less sore and get it perfectly while your members woo and cheer seeing you finally improve. You just finished practicing and feel someone’s arm around your waist you turn slightly to see who it was and it’s Sakura so you just turn fully and rest your head on her chest while she smiles sweetly slowly making her way under your skirt with her hand your smile slowly drops.

Not again

A/N: This isn’t the poll it’s just a treat since I’ve been gone for so long but it probably won’t get lots of likes only my Yunjin and Karina posts have been blowing up but I’m not upset thank you for your attention 💗

#le sserafim #le sserafim x fem #sakura x fem reader #sakura #sakura miyawaki #smut #mama 2023

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octuscle · 9 days

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Bowling Night

"Bowling? Really?" Francis was fuming with rage. His friend was finally back home after two weeks away on business. He had dressed up. He had been looking forward to a romantic evening. And now his friend was taking him to a shabby bowling center full of fat rednecks. "Darling, please! I had five-course dinners every night for two weeks, had to make small talk in a suit every night. I was looking forward to seeing you so much. But I want to do something really simple tonight. I don't know how I came across bowling myself, but I passed this place on my way from the airport. And somehow I really felt like it now." Konstantin took his friend tenderly in his arms and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Francis tapped his pink sneakers on the floor. Konstantin knew his friend only too well. He knew he couldn't stay angry for long. He gently pulled Francis out of the parking lot and towards the bowling center. Maybe it was going to be a nice and relaxed evening after all. He had always loved going bowling as a child. He had loved celebrating his childhood birthday at the bowling alley. But it must have been…. "YUCK!" Francis cried out. "I'm not wearing those shoes in my life. They're disgusting. What brand is that anyway?" The young man at the counter rolled his eyes. Konstantin tried to calm everything down. Francis struggled to calm down. Konstantin had promised him a glass of sparkling wine. He could usually always calm Francis down with that. And it seemed to be working now too. Konstantin took Francis in his arms and they walked to their train together. Francis continued to grumble quietly to himself. "And when is my champagne coming now?" he asked. "Yo, two brewskis for two browskis?" Francis looked at the young man like an insect to be squashed

"I've already got a beer, you can have that. I'll get a second one for you, buddy." The young man pressed an ice-cold bottle into Francis' hand. He smelled of sweat and Axe. Francis almost had to hold his nose. But then he looked the waiter in the eye. Beautiful blue eyes. Damn, what a face. Features as if chiseled from granite. And even though he didn't know what was coming over him, he gave the waiter a fist bump and said, "Thanks buddy, you're such a lifesaver!" And to Konstantin he said "Come on then, let's throw some bowling balls." Shit, for supposedly still bowling, he was good. Damn good, Konstantin thought to himself. And how did Francis know the waitress? The two of them seemed so familiar, as if they'd known each other since kindergarten? A burp from Francis snapped Konstantin out of his thoughts. "Bro, like seriously? Wake up, it's totally your go!" Konstantin's eyes were almost watering from the stench of nachos, beer and cigarettes that Francis had belched out. They didn't have any nachos. And Francis didn't smoke. "Yo, Chuck! We're all thirsting for another round of brewskis, and hey, you got any cancer sticks on deck?" Francis called out to the waiter. The legs of his sweatpants were tucked into white socks that were no longer quite clean. And what had he done to his hair? Konstantin threw his ball. Strike! He turned around. And saw Francis openly grabbing the crotch of the waiter, who had just returned with beer and cigarettes, and sticking his tongue down his throat. Francis registered Konstantin's horrified look with a grin. "Yo fam, Chuck is gonna roll up later on. I'm thinking a triple threat situation would be straight fire to cap off this lit night, amirite?" Francis stood up, took Konstantin's head and pulled him towards him. And then he gave Konstantin a deep, long French kiss. Konstantin felt dizzy. Francis stank. No, he smelled male. Very masculine. And he tasted masculine. And he felt masculine. Konstantin wanted to run Francis through his curls. But there were no more curls. There was only cropped hair. Francis pressed his crotch against Konstantin's. Both their cocks were hard as steel. "We gonna have that lit threesome later, but right now, I need you, like ASAP, like yesterday! Hurry up, babe!" Francis whispered in Konstantin's ear. And pulled him towards the toilet.

Always when Stan rolled back from a away gig, Frank went total cray-cray like a hyped-up rabbit. Those two went at it like wild animals in the john. Chuck totally saw that coming, no more bowling for them today, duh. When Frank and Stan finally strolled back, Chuck was there waiting with three brewskis like a boss. "Yo, chill out outside while I dim the lights. Hope you've got some juice left for me!" Stan and Frank just grinned and nodded. They sauntered out to the lot, Stan sparking up a ciggie. The night was just getting started, y'all! 🍻💥✨

#male tf #reality change #inked man #chav tf #age reduction #trackies #ai generated

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neopuppy · 10 months

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ok but that idea of enemy jeno nd step father johnny a/b/o sounds hella fire 🔥 i know you'd smash it my fave fics from urs are the abo ones 🔥

👀🤭🐺

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“At your age I was near ready to pop out my first pup,” the sound of your mother’s tongue flicking against the backs of her teeth always makes your chest hurt, it’s one you’ve grown accustomed to following her clear disappointment. “I’m fortunate pack leader allowed me to participate in the mating race last midsummer's moon, although I believe he had more ulterior motives than he’ll ever admit.” She grins to herself, ringing clean the furs you’ve spent all morning rinsing free of dirt at the river bank.

“Omega Sooyeon always told me that my Omega would lead me to my mate..” you mumble quietly to not receive a stern look that could escalate to a slap across your face faster than your next breath.

“That Omega..” she snickers, showing her unreasonable disdain for the pack’s healer. Most of it stemming from things out of even the Moon Goddess’s control. “She lives with her head in the clouds, you don’t see a mating mark on her neck, do you?” She smirks, neck stretched to one side proudly showing off the gash Pack Alpha left, still dark and deep as if his canines had dug a path in mere minutes ago.

“Either way, after discussing our current living situation, Pack Alpha believes it’s best to wed you off now. You’re far beyond ready to bare and raise pups. As the Pack leader's daughter, you need to uphold the pack’s integrity. I can no longer carry pups but there is no reason you should not.”

Your mother isn’t one to take your thoughts into consideration much, if ever. The resilience you’ve shown over years to following the standard Omega lifestyle has only earned various punishments and created distance in your relationship; because how embarrassing is it for the new stunningly beautiful Head Omega to walk arm in arm proudly with their pack’s leader with a fully grown Omega in tail- childless, mateless, and too hard headed to accept suitors.

“Now, take these to your father.” She says, throwing the heavy dried furs atop your shoulders with a nudge of her chin toward the door. “I shall drop the rest off after dinner.” The way her cheeks suck in let you know more than words how she has to hold back from mocking you again, skipping added commentary of how you’d rather be in the fields with Alphas covered in dirt fertilizing crops when you should really be fertilizing your eggs.

It’s not as if she hasn’t recounted enough(your whole life) what your only purpose is. Keeping your hair long, your skin clean and pretty, and your figure fit to the standard of Alphas.

‘We exist to satisfy our Alphas, there is no other purpose for an Omega.’

She shooed you away, reminding you to have hot water boiled and ready for Head Alphas bath tonight; because as useless as you may be, you’re not exempt from helping your mother keep her Alpha happy.

Bear furs weigh down your shoulders trekking across the pack to where Alpha Suh has been working for the day, distracting yourself by smiling and nodding at passerby’s instead of contemplating the possibility of the Pack Leader trying to marry you off.

“Ah, are those my furs?” He stays put, shouting over the loud cutting sound of sawing through logs of thick dark wood. “Smells fresh even from here.”

Pack Alpha dusts off his gloved hands, removing goggles from his sweat stricken skin and tossing them down onto a table together. “I expected your mother to deliver these.” He turns, hoisting the furs from your arms to throw over a chair nearby.

“Are you not happy to see me?” You ask quietly, searching for a cloth to wipe the Alphas chest.

“What makes you say that?” He lifts an eyebrow, wiping the back of his hand across his lips. “I expected her, but I’m much more pleased to see you.”

“I need to head back home to prepare your evening bath. How’s your back doing today Alpha Suh? I can pick up some crushed lavender and arnica extract from healer Sooyeon that might help..”

“What have I told you..” he moves to stand before you, raising the cloth in your grip to his chest, aiding your hand to clean off the drip of sweat rushing down to his navel. “About calling me that?”

“My apologies Alpha..” you continue to clean off residual scraps of wood shed and dirt holed between each divet of muscle melted to his skin by hard labor. “When I’m with my mother all day, I forget..”

“How was she today?” He hums, reaching to stroke your hair away from your face. “I know she does her best to be nice when I’m around, you’ll tell me if she’s been too hard on you when I’m not, yes?”

“Yes, daddy.” Johnny nods, tracing down your jaw to pinch your chin between his fingers. “She mentioned something..”

The Alphas gaze stays focused on you, ensuring his attention is all yours, smoothing his other hand down your arm to land at your waist with a squeeze. “Mother has been insistent that I participate in the mating hunt this upcoming full moon, she said you’ve discussed my unmated status..”

“We have.” He leans closer, pressing your back against a wall. “You know I do my best to keep her off your ass, but she makes a valid point. Even if you’re not my pup by blood, I am responsible for you, you’re to carry on my name in this pack.”

Johnny sighs, lifting your chin to raise your eyes to his. “It’s my fault—it’s your damn mothers fault for carrying your scent back then.. my Alpha couldn’t be stopped.” His grip around your waist tightens, palm sliding to the middle of your back. “Should have been you taking my knot under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess.”

The Alphas scent sours, wrinkling down his forehead the more he thinks about it. He couldn’t claim your mother had deceived him for carrying your scent on her garments without proof. What’s done is done and when he came down from the aphrodisiac high of wolfsbane to see your mother sprawled on his chest; a mating mark freshly opened, Johnny immediately knew he’d made a mistake.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Never.” His teeth snap, pulling you in close for your hands to cup his chest. “I’d never allow for that.” No. Not when you should be his mate instead of her.

“Is she lying? About marrying me off?” You ask, frowning at the thought of having to share small intimate moments with any Alpha other than the one shaking his head above you, swooping down to kiss against your temple.

“For the pack..” he mumbles against your skin, littering kisses down to your jaw. “We have to do this for the pack.”

“Why me?” Tears well up behind your eyes, circling around the Alphas waist to feel closer, seeking comfort from his warm touch. “I want to stay with you forever.”

“And you will,” tilting your head back, he stares into the wet gleam coating your gaze, grazing against your pouted lips. “I have a plan.”

#asks #WIP #probably not a WIP…#but never say never!#if I wrote something like this it’d be in parts(series) and very slow updates #jeno hard hours #johnny hard hours

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