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visionarymode · 2 months

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Melting

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jey uso x female reader

✧ word count: 1,327

thank you for the request! @trc-punzel 💓

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“Everything good?” he asked looking up at you sighing and plopping down on the couch next to him.

“Yes,” you unclipped your hair down and fluffed it up before stretching your arms above your head. Your daughter stayed with the nanny for the night so you two could get a break but you made sure to call almost every half an hour to check in. Your eyes landed on the TV screen illuminating the darkened living room before you sighed again.

“You good baby?” he asked.

“It’s hot,” you whined in a little whisper before taking off your oversized black zipped sweater and throwing it across the other side of the couch. You’ve been tired, exhausted, and just trying your best to adjust. You felt a sense of calmness and reassurance every time you were with him and you were so grateful for it.

You pecked his lips before turning back to the screen to give your attention to the movie playing but his attention didn’t seem to leave yours. You felt his eyes on you, making you turn your head with a curious smile.

“What?” you giggled at his brows raised, his gaze dropping down to your little outfit.

“When did you get this?” he smirked, eyeing you up and down again. You were wearing a white laced cotton crop top and a short shorts pajama set you ordered a while back.

“I got it a while ago. I never wore it because I was just too self-conscious about my body,” you muttered the last part.

“Man, what? You know you sexy as hell,” he deeply praised as his hand reached for your right thigh, subtly bringing it across his waist.

“Shut up,” you blushed with another giggle as his hand snaked higher to playfully spank you. It made your pussy flutter because man it’s been so long since you both got intimate. It’s been a little over a month but going from a daily, consistent, crazy, wild, and passionate sex life to none at all is a transition you both didn’t like. Especially him. You saw it in his eyes, he wanted you so bad. But he respected the time frame and you adjusting to mom life.

“I love you,” he confessed as you smiled, running your hand up and down his chest.

“I love you,” you whispered back.

Your leg rested around his waist as he squeezed your right ass cheek a little harder. You caressed the side of his beard before pulling him in by the nape of his neck and your tongues reunited like they never lost a beat. It was nice, slow, loving…but the hotter it got between your thighs, the more your cravings heightened. You moaned as you sucked on his tongue, pulling on his chain, causing a groan to slip out of him.

“Damn…baby chill,” he cupped your jaw with his right hand as his left swooped you off the couch and onto his lap.

“Why?” you breathed in between kisses. He pulled back, licking his lips as he caressed your cheek.

“You sure?” he softly asked and you almost quickly nodded, grabbing his hand to enlace his fingers with yours.

“Mhm…” you reassured, smoothing your hands down his chest before he cheekily grinned and abruptly switched positions so you were lying on the couch. You felt flushed as he stood between your spread-open legs, running his big hands down your thighs and up your waist as his chain fell over your chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he complimented as your pussy skipped a beat. His soft lips leaving trails of his saliva down your neck as he cupped your breasts. He slipped off your top and cursed under his breath in admiration before his tongue reunited with your skin.

“Mmm…” you moaned as you shut your eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm and wet tongue flick and lick across your breasts.

“I missed my girl…” he deeply whispered, squeezing your breasts in his hands as his tongue slid up your neck and back on your lips. You moaned on his tongue as his bulge poked your belly. Your hand reached for it, massaging it through his boxers as your foot pushed him onto your body.

“Whatchu’ want?” he asked, knowing exactly what you wanted as he tilted your jaw to meet his eyes.

“I want you in me,” you whispered as you pulled him back onto your lips, moaning against each other’s tongues. He slipped off his boxers and your stomach did a flip as the tip of his dick brushed against your lower lips.

“You always so wet for me,” he licked his lips, easing his length inside of you as you both groaned from the reunion. You gasped as he slipped all of him in you, taking his time filling up your soft, sensitive walls.

“I gotchu’…I gotchu’,” he purred up against your dropped open mouth that let out pants. He slowly dipped his dick in and out of your wet and gushy already audible mess.

“Mmmm…fuuuuuck,” you moaned. He stopped your loud cries as he passionately kissed you, his hand caressing your thigh ever so delicately pushing it in your direction allowing more space for him to deepen himself in you.

“I missed this…I missed this pussy. My pussy,” he groaned as you both panted against each other’s mouths.

“I missed you,” you whispered as your eyes shut from his deep, elongated strokes.

“Like that baby? Huh?” he purred in your ear and your arms hooked under his shoulders as he embraced you. You whisperingly whined again as his thrusts picked up the pace, the audible, wet contact of his length slipping in and out of you growing louder.

“Yes daddy…” you moaned as your fingers found his hair to lightly pull on.

“Not too rough?” he panted as he moved strands of your hair out of your face.

“No…just like that,” you panted back with a moan as you caressed his bearded face, pulling on his chain.

“Fuck…baby don’t make me get your sexy ass pregnant again,” he deeply whispered in your ear making your orgasm suddenly creep up on you.

“Why? You wanna cum in me?” you teased with an aroused giggle that turned into another breathless moan as he scooped up both of your legs so your knees were now touching your shoulders.

“Cum for me first,” he smirked with the lick of his lips as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head as his steady, slow strokes got slower making sure to hit every inch deep in you.

“Yeah…yeah baby. Let me see your pretty ass cum for me,” he moaned, his thumb shaking as it grazed your bottom lip. It felt so fucking good you started seeing stars. It felt like you were melting into the couch cushion with every deep, elongated dive of his dick in the pit of your stomach.

“Yesyesyes baby,” you gasped in staggered breaths as you scratched his back, clutching your legs around his torso as his kisses on your neck paused to let out moans of his own as he felt you coat his dick with your nectar.

“Mm-mm…” you grabbed his face to focus on you as you felt him about to pull out. “Cum inside me,” you whispered against his lips. He sexily nodded with one last moan, gently gripping your throat as he came inside of you with one last thrust. You must have accidentally turned off the tv with wherever the remote was underneath you both because it was pitch black, nothing was heard except your pants on each other’s mouths, your sweaty bodies stuck on one another.

“Damn,” he playfully remarked as you giggled at his dramatics.

“I know right,” you teased back as you caressed his beard, sharing one last sloppy kiss as he caressed your leg.

“We still got it,” he smirked as you playfully smacked him, covering your mouth from the giggles.

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boba-beom · 22 days

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me running full speed to your inbox because you said taehyun (it’s me the full time taehyun simp)

fratboy football player taehyun x cheerleader!reader 😁😁😁 (i know he’s more of a soccer guy but BARE W MEEE)

honestly football players txt all of them… sookai ate this up in ways i can’t even describe

good girl cheerleader reader who’s a little ditzy but she’s so sweet n sugary… tutoring w/ football player tyun who’s also top of his classes cos he’s just so smart hehe .. the tension at his games good lord

RAAAAAH YES AND YES LIA OMGGG YOU DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND MY JAW DROPPED 🫠

footballer!taehyun x cheerleader!reader suggestive thoughts (literally all over the place bear with me)

first of all I LOVE this concept, and I wholeheartedly agree that sookai ate up that fit but they’re a good looking group of guys who can fu—

idk what it is but when you mentioned ‘sweet n sugary’ I get it, I really do omfg. like every time the cheerleaders have a dress rehearsal you’re all out on the field beside where the footballers have their training outdoors. short fitting shorts under the cute flap of your mini pleated skirt and your fitted long sleeved bodysuit with the university’s logo and the name of the football team you’re supporting.

literally going insane over the fact taehyun most likely watches the cheerleaders, specifically you, doing cartwheels and splits, his tongue poking his cheek once he sees just how flexible you are. probably storing it in a compartment in his brain with a massive label addressed as your name in bold and all caps.

thing is, taehyun knows you’re too good and a little ditzy to even realise half of the team is salivating over you. even better, you don’t know what he thinks when he watches you, thinking he’s giving you innocent eye contact from where he was watching.

tutoring with him must be fun. he knows your ditzy, but also knows you’re academically competent. he knows that when you set your mind to it, you’re able to do it with confidence. hence your place in cheer since the selection for the group wasn’t easy.

during your tutoring sessions you’d sometimes come in your practice clothes after a cheer rehearsal—the clothes being a oversized cropped tshirt and skin tight booty shorts that leaves little to the imagination. sitting next to taehyun and he instantly glances down at the meat of your thighs while you take your books and laptop out.

occasionally, he’d be talking to you about a section within the subject in which you’re struggling in but far from failing. you just want all your grades to be as good as his. he’s been your inspiration this whole time anyway. and sometimes when you work out the questions a little quicker than he does, he lays his warm palm against your inner knee and caresses your exposed skin gently, cooing praises like, “you’ve gotten better I see.” or even a, “atta girl” 😵‍💫🫠🤯

and the games THE GAMES 😵‍💫 I just know tension rises during the games, knowing just how competitive he can be and you’re cheering as hard as you can for the home team, for taehyun. just like when the cheerleaders are performing at the beginning of the game (idk how it works I’m sorry I’ve never been to … nor seen an american football game cjdmdk) the footballers are all getting ready to enter the field, and once the performance is done you make sure to make eye contact with taehyun and blowing him a kiss with a wink. that’ll for sure keep his energy up at the beginning of the game.

and let’s say the home team won 🤭 and the cheer squad end with another performance, you run up to taehyun and congratulate him for being one of the teams best players that evening. smiling up at him with your sweet smile, asking him if you can be his plus one to the team’s celebration later that night. how can taehyun refuse?

“‘course you can, doll. want you by my side tonight, m’kay?” and he’d cup your cheek, thumb caressing your skin until he slides his hand to cup your jaw, then a little lower to hold onto your neck with no pressure.

and all you do is nod with your pretty doe eyes and your pretty, perfect smile that has him wrapped around your finger. boy does taehyun want to ditch that afterparty and take you home to ruin in his sheets. because fuck the tension, he wants you. he always has.

#tried to cover a bit of each thing you mentioned #this probably took a different route than I wanted #but alas it’s here and it’s 1:30am #I hope this was okay lia omg #lia ᡣ𐭩 #miupow ᡣ𐭩 #[ 🪴 ] — asks.#[ 🧸 ] — mutuals.#taehyun hard hours #taehyun suggestive #taehyun smut #taehyun hard thoughts

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muertawrites · 2 years

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Imagine Jason giving Eddie shit for having his hair pulled back into a bun and the shit eating grin he would give Jason as he says “ladies love looking at a pretty face when you go down your poor girl if you don’t know that”

Side note you single handed feed my perv Eddie addiction so thank you for doing the lords work

(ur welcome for perv!eddie <3 he exists bc of perv!muerta lmao. also i took some liberties and aged everyone up bc i'm grown and love to self indulge. and i also made it hopper!reader bc it's my party and i'll cry if i want to)

18+ minors don't look

You don't mind still living with your family. Your little siblings are cool, your dad doesn't charge you rent (which is important when you're saving money to move across the country), and your stepmom makes a kickass casserole.

The only thing that sucks is living across the street from Jason Carver, the dickhead jock from your high school years who moved in a few months ago with his newlywed bride. They aren't bad neighbors, and his wife is actually very nice (which makes you feel sorry for her, having to be married to that monster), you just fucking hate him. He used to call you fat and write rude graffiti about you in bathroom stalls, and he once felt you up in the crush to leave the gym after a pep rally.

Not to mention the time he rallied an angry mob to try and lynch your boyfriend.

The same boyfriend who's still very much alive, leaned over the front of your car with his hair knotted at the nape of his neck, trying to figure out why you can't start your engine. You lean against the driver's side door and just gaze at him, admiring the sheen of sweat that sticks his fringe to his brow and the poke of his tongue between his lips, the furrow of concentration on his face.

God, he's sexy. And god, you can't wait to get out of Hawkins and have him all to yourself.

"You're eyefucking me again," Eddie drawls, leaning into the car to poke at something.

"And you hate it so much you wore a crop top to stop me," you tease.

He smirks, glancing up at you through his lashes.

"We're gonna have to tow it to the shop," he announces, pulling his bandana from his back pocket to wipe his hands clean of grease. "Don't have the right tools here."

You groan, rolling back onto the door.

"That's gonna seriously cut into our moving budget," you whine. "Can't you just use duct tape or something?"

Eddie chuckles as he strolls to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you in for a kiss.

"The owner of Smith's Towing owes me a favor," he tells you. "I'll see if I can call it in. And you know you can always pay me in head..."

You giggle, taking his face in your hands as he leans in for another kiss, tongue swiping at your lower lip. You're just about to start sucking serious face, maybe even grope him through his jeans, when your friendly neighborhood psychopath takes it upon himself to ruin the mood.

"I'm surprised she lets you kiss her looking like that, Munson," Jason jeers from across the street, having just come back from a run. "You look like a fuckin' pussy in that getup."

Eddie sneers, grumbling under his breath before putting on his best "fuck you, too" smile and raising his middle finger at him, tucking you in close to his hip.

"I'm surprised your wife lets you kiss her with that nasty ass mouth," you quip back. "Bet you taste real bitter."

If there's one thing you'll never not enjoy, it's Jason Carver seething over the fact that you, a little helpless woman, always have the wits to shut him up.

"My wife wouldn't be caught dead with a man like that," he spits. "If you can even call him that, with his hair like that."

"What, your wife didn't tell you?" Eddie chimes in. "Women like to see your face when you eat them out. That poor girl probably hasn't had an orgasm in her life. Least not from you."

Jason's on him in a flash, crossing the pavement in a matter of three strides and grabbing Eddie by the collar of his shirt. You're between them before either can throw a punch, grabbing a wrench from Eddie's open tool kit and holding it to Jason's face.

"Knock it off, jackasses," you snap. "You're grown fucking men. Get a grip."

Eddie relaxes, holding up his hands and taking a step back. Jason spits onto the sidewalk, also moving away.

"Listen to your whore, Munson," he mutters. "Too weak to keep the little bitch in line."

Eddie snaps. He pushes past you before you have time to react, taking Jason by the throat and landing a blow to the man's cheek. The rings on his fingers hit like brass knuckles. You manage to get a hold of him before he can do much damage, Eddie spitting in Jason's face as you haul him backward.

"You talk about her like that again and it's your life, Carver," Eddie growls. "You hear me? I'll rip you to fucking shreds."

The threat is so serious it startles even you.

Jason wipes the blood from his face onto his sleeve, eyes wide with terror as he scuttles up his driveway and through his front door. Eddie stretches his fingers, knuckles raw from the force of his punches.

"Way to not look like a murderer, Eddie," you deadpan.

"That fucker already thinks I am," he hisses. "Might as well scare him off. He speaks to you like that again, I'll kill him. And your dad'll help me hide the body."

You want to argue but you can't. Jim Hopper would hide a body if it were the body of a man who insulted you.

#eddie munson #eddie asks #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x hopper!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

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pervcoded · 15 days

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bark and bite starring sukuna ryomen

content warning: there's a weird tension in this whole fic. some violence. cursing. threats and intimidation. sfw (minors still go away). reader refers to their chest as 'tits'.

“So I wanted it right here,” You drawl, pointing to an unmarked expanse of your skin, and Sukuna takes a moment to observe what other flesh remains untouched. You are so thoroughly marked with ink, he muses, it must also run through your veins. He knows a bad egg when he sees one - a snake slipping down your spine, the teardrop on your cheek. Eyes like you might hurt someone. Mouth that gets you into trouble.

You stare back at him. His ear twitches ever so slightly. “You hear me, stud?” You’re talking too much already. Your fingers run over your ribs again, and you glare pointedly in his direction.

He’s gonna get to that attitude in just a bit.

“I want it black and white. Halftone. Here’s the picture.” He doesn’t look at it long.

“Yeah,” Sukuna licks his lips, a fanged tooth poking out when he doesn’t quite smile. “I got you, pup.”

Your fellow humans should have warned you about him. He had fostered a particular reputation in his time in the scene - beyond the rough demeanor and sweet ink.

He’s never been too careful with humans. But who’s fault is that, hm? Your kind really ought to know better.

Your skin is too soft for his machine. You’ll struggle too much when he has to hold you in place, whimper when the needle punches your skin. You will grab onto his arm. You will cry. You will beg, and it will hurt anyway; because Sukuna does not put down the needle until he is finished. Here, you are subject to the whims of this domain.

But you act like you know. Roll your shoulders and say ‘c’mon’, like you understand what you’re getting yourself into. You are insistent, confident even, laughed at the ‘humans, beware’ poster that hung at the back of his studio. So he laughed with you - or maybe at you - harsh and scathing and putting a pin in your misplaced joy.

Sukuna is no lap dog. His tall cropped ears stab in the direction of the ceiling, tail still and stiff at your approach. Though, now that you’ve seen him up close, you don’t think it’s there at all. His attire is off-puttingly casual, the graphic print on his chest stretched so wide across a glorious chest, that the color is starting to fade a little. You tried to keep your eyes focused on his. Ignored the claws, ignored the teeth, ignored the heat under your collar.

The dog flicked his head to the side, gaze never leaving yours.

“Get on the table.”

It felt more like a threat than an invitation. You eased yourself onto the cot, Sukuna disappearing into your periphery a moment as you begin to pull your shirt up to your neck. You don’t take it off fully, and it makes his eyes narrow. As you situate yourself properly, you find his eyes drifting up your body, back to your neck. The shirt. He waits, needle in hand, staring down expectantly.

You zoned out a bit. This guy’s beside manner was just as mediocre as the wolf with the black fur that recommended him to you. Last time you take advice from a dog.

“What’s your problem, stud?” Your lip is obnoxious. You’d look much better on your knees, presenting your tongue. “Getting an eyeful of tits ain’t good enough for you is it? Fuckin’ mutt.”

You chuff, pulling your top over your head, baring your neck. “Go on.” You goad, “You wanna take a fucking bite?” You’re scared; the scent pours off of you in waves, and Sukuna feels the barest inkling of amusement. The rush to his face and sparkling in his nerves as the flesh is so carelessly exposed. Licks his teeth.

“Do it, you fucking do-” He doesn’t give you the chance to finish before a hands’ clamping down on the tender flesh, your words meeting their fated end at the back of your throat. You don’t have fangs, but you bare them, anyway.

“I just might, pup.” He speeks coolly, detached from your outburst. “Definetly will if you don’t shut the fuck up. And keep still.” He seems to contemplate his ink machine while you try not to struggle, gone still on the table, but you still smell nervous. Tickles his nose juuuust right.

Gets an idea. It’s a bad one, but fitting for an uppity fuck like you he thinks. Need a big strong hand to guide you? So be it. But Sukuna will make sure everyone knows who you belong to.

He thinks a different tattoo is in order. On your lower back - emblazoned in black ink: SUKUNA’S BITCH.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ JJK/BANNER ART by gege akutami everything written by me @ciematis, is owned by me, and you are not allowed to repost or translate my works. don't put my shit into ai generators, don't steal my shit and put it on wattpad. thank you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #🪻┆all eyes on me.#sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #jjk x reader #x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen x you #jjk fanfic #jjk sukuna ryomen #sukuna fanfic #sukuna ryomen fanfic

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 1 month

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In A Week's Time: Elliott x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Soft sex, creampies

Summer. A scorching summer season had settled amongst the valley. Where others saw a reason to just flock to the beach and wade in the oceans or to take advantage of the museum’s better quality air conditioner, you had been excited for this season to make profits. Sure, you had made a good profit off of spring’s fresh crops what of strawberries and parsnips and bulbs of garlic all in a row; it was summer you were waiting for as well as many other farmers around. You could just imagine your crop fields full of patches of blueberries and of melons, peach and orange trees in full bloom as well as stalks of hops to keep the kegs full of aging beer (and let’s not get started about the starfruit patches to which you’ll be turning into wine by the end of their respected harvest).

You were out of bed before Elliott - which was rare as he’s used to waking with the gulls cawing horribly before the sun even rises over the ocean’s shore. The writer’s eyes prying open to see you already out the door, flowing auburn hair a mess against the soft pillow covers, sticking to his chiseled face as he watched on in confusion as you bolted out of the front door. He squinted, grumbling something under his breath about how eager you were and quickly followed behind you.

The early summer morning breeze was cool, crisp, inviting as you overlooked the expanse of your farm from your porch. The sun barely peeking over the trees of the forest bordering the outskirts of the farm, bits of orange rays poking through, and twinkling off of the iridium sprinklers littered around, scarecrows still standing tall, protecting the now empty fields of dead spring crops.

The front door opened behind you, you peered over your shoulder to see your beloved husband standing there, squinting as the sun slowly rises over the horizon and spill into the farm. You always loved how squinty-eyed he was when he wakes, hair tied back. He was always so handsome, even when he had just woken up. You giggled, remembering how he had woken up when the spring had started and you had woken early to start planting the usual plots of strawberries, parsnips, and beans. The poor man had his shirt on backwards and nearly had his shoes on the wrong feet before you helped correct him. It was always so sweet of him to wake up early with you every crop season to help you clear and plant and water with you.

“My darling?” he mumbled behind you.

“It’s summer, Elliott! Time for the biggest harvests of the year!” you proclaimed, puffing your chest out proudly.

“I’ll make coffee,” he nodded, leaving the front door open to allow your cat to slip outside and happily trot towards the barn and coop towards the south exit of your farm that leads to Marnie’s ranch.

Around midday, you had retired back to the house where Elliott was waiting, radiating with excitement. He had just come back two hours ago from Pierre’s store with many bags of seeds roped around his hands and wrists for you to start sowing. You climbed the stairs and overlooked the expanse of your farm with your husband. You both took in the tilled dirt ready to be watered after lunch. You were both excited to slowly be able to see the dull beige and browns and ochres of the farm’s soil to slowly bloom vibrant greens and pinks and blues and yellows of fresh vegetation by the end of the season.

“Tired, my darling?” he stepped inside, allowing you to pass into your home.

“Not yet,” you hummed.

“Good! I have wonderful news I’d love for you to hear,” he chimed.

“Oh? And what would that be, Elliott?”

Leading you towards the kitchen, you noticed a large, square vanilla envelope bent in a slight curve. A glass mixing bowl sat a little ways away, most likely used to press out the envelope. It was opened, the obvious tear towards the top of the envelope, the contents gently pushed back inside. What looked to be a single sheet of paper was inside.

“Do you remember the genre of book you’ve inspired me to write, my love?” Elliott hummed.

You could remember that day clearly. Nearly two seasons had passed, the end of the scorching summer was settled on the land, the valley preparing for fall. The weather had cooled just a tad, but it was enough to warrant you a trip down to the beach for a dip in the ocean. Your crops were all done for the season, every last bundle of blueberries plucked, every melon uprooted, hot peppers and tomatoes picked from every patch you had planted. You were done for the rest of the season when it had come to the farm.

But as soon as you arrived at the beach, you had immediately lost all focus upon seeing Elliott’s cabin. You had been meaning to visit, and before you could even realize it, you were knocking at his front door. The poet was surprised to see you, emerald green eyes widening in pure delight at the sight of a new visitor.

Auburn hair tied back by a vibrant green ribbon, delicate locks not long enough framed his face nicely. Sharp jawline freshly shaved, not a single hair missed nor a single blemish on his healthy tanned skin. A loose white button-up long sleeve shirt sat unbuttoned a bit on the top. His shirt had been tucked into a pair of loose black slacks. If you hadn’t been blushing at the sight of a man as handsome as Elliott, you would’ve questioned him on why he decided to dress like a pirate.

Instead, he had roped you into an elegant conversation, allowing you to step into his cabin. Enchanted with his delicate words, you soon found yourself staring at him as he looked at you, groomed dark brows pulled up slightly as he waited for your answer.

He smirked as you shook your head slightly, clearing the fog from your mind as you suddenly found yourself in an embarrassing position.

“Sorry, excuse me,” you stuttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Elliott simply chuckled softly. His silky voice filled your ears before he glanced back at you, a smile still tugging on his chiseled lips. Yoba, they looked so soft.

“It’s this awful heat. I find myself losing my words too. I was asking you your favorite genre to read.”

“Oh!” You felt your stomach tighten into even tighter knots. “I… Romance I guess. I haven’t really had a lot of time to sit down and read something proper like an actual book. Maybe a news article on my phone or something but…”

“Romance? Ah, a classic form of literature! I find myself sinking into romantic novels myself, especially during a storm.”

“Romance,” you hummed.

He pulled the single piece of thick paper from the envelope, still a little curved from its time spent in the mailbox since early this morning.

“It’s a very short notice for such big news, but I’ve been invited to do a reading tour for the book you’ve inspired me to write.”

He handed you the piece of paper.

It was from his publisher, a full schedule on the bottom of the short notice. Every day was packed with readings to signings and meetups, all scheduled for one week.

Next week.

“You’re leaving Saturday,” you noted the date stamped at the very bottom, the following Sunday being his return.

“I am. But only for one week, my radiance.” He paused for a moment, you looked up at him with wide eyes full of excitement. “Will you be alright? I’ll be gone for one week and it’s already the start of a new crop season for us-”

“Go on it! This is what you’ve wanted, yeah? I’ll be fine!”

Elliott stared at you with slight shock, soon melting into a warm smile full of absolute love.

“I’ll be here for the rest of the week, though. I’ll still be here to help water what is not covered, help with your animals.”

You nodded and looked back down at the paper in your hands. You noticed the time to leave on Saturday is missing.

“When do you leave Saturday?”

“I believe before noon.”

Elliott produced one round-trip bus ticket from the envelope. The same company that brought you here to Pelican Town a little over two years ago.

Lo and behold, he would be leaving at ten o'clock in the morning.

Elliott plucked the schedule and ticket from your hands and placed them back on the counter. He quickly replaced the empty space between your hands, he filled them with his own. Grasping them tightly with his own, he pulled you closer to him.

His hands were strong, skin soft, fingertips scarred slightly from countless papercuts he’s given himself from binge-reading new and old books on rainy days as well as spending countless and stressful days writing, editing, and rereading his work that he’ll now read to many people out there in the world. You loved how nice his hands felt, warm, but not too warm to make your hands overheat. His hands were bigger than yours, enveloping them with their strong warmth as he pulled you closer until you both were pressed flush up against each other.

You caught whiffs of him. You always loved how Elliott smelled, from his shampoo and conditioner to the subtle hints of his aftershave and cologne. Pomegranate was the main node you would get (it was really the fruit that had started your acquaintance with him when he asked if you grew them on the farm) but he would also always smell somewhat like the sea. Sea salt in the ocean breeze, fresh and alive, and inviting like the ocean on a hot summer’s day.

And looking at your husband before you, you could feel your body heat up even more. His hands slowly rising in temperature, slowly roasting your fingers and palms still a little cool from handling your iridium hoe. You swore you could feel little tingles sparking between the minute gaps between your fingers and palms, fireworks, explosions of nerves edging you both further and further closer to the end of the cliff until-

You both suddenly found yourselves suddenly tangled in each other’s limbs. Bodies pressed flush up against each other, no room between your persons. Your breasts pressed firmly against his chest, stomachs with no gaps between, legs struggling to stand up properly and support each other.

Your hands snatched at the collar of Elliott’s button-up, crisp and clean with no wrinkles in sight now sat crumbled in your grasping hands. Your fingers flexing, suddenly releasing the collar to claw and crawl to his broad shoulders, snatching at the thin, soft material by the handful, pulling him closer if that was any more possible.

Elliott’s passion placed into his display of affections always seemed to catch you off guard. You knew Elliott was a passionate man the moment you met him, but as you grew to knew him and quickly fell for him, you learned that Elliott and romance went together like Gus and any event where he’s able to serve the town. Elliott always made you feel loved, always made you feel beautiful. He may look like he belongs on the front of a romance novel cover with his god-like appearance, but damn it all if he doesn’t know how to absolutely ravish you as the books would suggest.

One of Elliott’s strong hands had come to the back of your head, agile fingers gently grasping at the back of your head, fingers wrapped around your locks, locking your heads together. The other went around to behind your shoulders. He grabbed at the back of your shirt, a fistful of cloth fabric teasing him whereas he teased you with a few tugs, threatening to rip your shirt right off of your body without another thought.

It wouldn’t have been the first time he would have done that.

Elliott’s lips seemed to be made for yours. Every kiss was perfect.

Elliott softly moaned into the kiss, the swaying weight between you two nearly had your legs fumbling, nearly allowing the two of you to fall over yourselves. Elliott pulled away for just a moment, emerald green eyes gazing into yours for a brief moment, lust filling his gorgeous hues the more he looked at you, a faint pink blush dashing over his chiseled cheeks. You could feel your face heating up as well, the apples of your cheeks suddenly scorching just looking at him right here, nose to nose with your loving husband.

He had quickly pulled you into another kiss, lips tenderly pressing against yours in a passionate embrace, lulling your legs to finally be able to move towards the bedroom.

It was sloppy, your backs pressing against the walls of the short hallway connecting the living room to your shared bedroom. Elliott had you pinned to the wall at one point, your head pushed to the side, mouth open as soft mewls and moans escaping from your slick lips as Elliott sucked at the nape of your neck. His large, strong hands were squeezing your wrists, your fingers limp yet curling as you felt him pressed his clothed erection brush against your person.

You both had managed to tear yourselves from the wall, suddenly another mess of tangled arms, hands grasping in hair and snatching at clothing until Elliott’s nimble fingers had finally dipped under the bottom hem of your shirt, carefully peeling the hem up into a small curl of fabric until he could firmly grab at it with both hands. With a swift and sudden pull of his hands, you had suddenly found yourself topless in the sights of your beloved.

Flushing under his emerald gaze, Elliott had paused for a brief moment to look over your body, eyes scanning your form, lust slowly consuming his features the more he gazed at your form with fluttering eyes. Elliott hummed deep within his throat, hands coming up to cup at your shoulders. Hooking his thumbs under the straps of your bra, he delicately slid them off of the curve of your shoulders and crawled his fingers to the hooks behind your back. Your bra quickly came undone in his hands, the delicate lingerie now sliding off of your body with a tug of his agile hands and carelessly tossed over his shoulder.

The sight of your naked breasts alone was enough for Elliott to start to unravel more and more.

A coy little smirk fell upon your lips as you saw out of the corner of your eye the tenting in his pants, noting how the fabric was tightening more and more as the seconds ticked by.

“I hardly think it’s fair for you to still be dressed while you’re stripping off all of my clothes,” you pointed out.

“My dearest, I believe you’re right. How rude of me.”

Elliott had complied with your statement, but he was a little shit. Nimble fingers that had just ravaged your top and bra off of your person within just a few seconds, had plucked the top two buttons of his shirt apart at a snail’s pace; All with a devilish look in his eye as looked directly at you.

You flung yourself at him, hands grabbing the collar of his button-up and pulling his close to connect your lips once more. Elliott’s hands moved from his shirt to grip at the sides of your head firmly, sinking his fingers into the locks of your hair. Your hands fumbled down to the rest of the buttons, fingers struggling to pluck them apart one by one until you had no more to unbutton. Your fingers brushed against his bare chest and abdomen, lightly sun-kissed skin, toned generously as the lean muscle under your fingertips flexed softly at your bare touch.

Elliott shrugged his button-up off of his shoulders and tossed it aside, the hunk of material sliding against the hardwood floors.

Elliott advanced towards you, pushing you backwards until the back of your knees bumped into the lip of the bed. You stumbled back a bit, losing your balance and falling back into the mattress, your body bouncing a bit as you landed on the springy mattress. Elliott smirked, enjoying as your breasts bounced with you.

Elliott’s graceful fingers moved from your shoulders downward, fingers dancing down your body, past the curve of your breasts, and digging gently into the soft skin of your stomach until his fingers danced along the waistband of your pants. The button had suddenly slipped free and the zipper had been pulled down.

Elliott had leaned forward, you softly gasped when you felt his warm lips press gentle kisses down the center of your torso in a straight line, going from the bottom of your neck to in between the space of your breasts down to your belly button all while he had wrestled your pants out from under your rear. He worked your trousers down the length of your legs, eventually hitching them off from where they bunched up at your ankles and allowed the trousers to flop onto the floor, all while he was still trailing kisses right down your center.

He briefly looked up at you under a near curtain of auburn locks, emerald green hues amused at your heated face, wonderful lips smirking as you softly begged him to keep going.

His index fingers hooked around the delicate upper hemline of your underwear. Twisting his fingers just a bit to secure the hemline, he slowly pulled downwards, peeling your panties away from your pussy and down the length of your legs, soon joining your pants on the floor. The sight of you dripping wet, heat blooming from between your legs stirred Elliott onwards, but he remained collected; no matter how much he wished to absolutely ravage your body.

Elliott had stood up, you whined a bit as you immediately missed the feeling of his lips trailing up and down your torso, worshipping you, ravishing you with his soft kisses.

Your loving husband gripped the waistband of his own trousers and fiddled with the buckle of his leather belt. Shiny brass clicking a little at him fiddling and soon the long strip of punched leather slid out from the belt loops of his black slacks and was tossed onto your trousers pooling at his feet. You watched on in awe as he slowly dipped his hands under the waistband for just a brief second before plucking apart the button of his own pants and pulling the zipper down, revealing straining boxer-briefs.

You flushed at the outline hidden inside the confinements of his underwear. Cock straining, erect, yet tortured to be stuck into tightening underwear.

The black slacks dropped to the floor, Elliott nudging both his trousers and yours off to the side of the bed just out of the way. The matching black boxer-briefs looked awfully tight, you could only imagine the struggle Elliott was going through as he looked over your delightful form.

A few locks of auburn hair drifted out of place, some sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead while the others hung loose in his face, covering his eyes slightly. A faint blush still settled on his cheeks as he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes full of lust and desire.

“Elliott,” you cooed, your body heating up.

Your gut was coiling, heat pooling more around your pussy, your stomach feeling full of butterflies. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, feel your blood roaring with life.

You needed him inside of you now.

“My dear (Y/n), what do you need?” he purred, still eyeing you as if you were nothing else but prey.

“You,” you whimpered.

“And what do you want me to do?” he teased, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a coy smile.

“I want you to fuck me into this mattress.”

You swore you could see something snap inside of Elliott. The once calm and collected writer you called a husband seemingly snapped. You could no longer see the emerald in his eyes. The sea of lovely green now consumed by his pupils blown wide.

It was a good thing you both live on a farm, a good walking distance away from the rest of Pelican Town, otherwise, you and Elliott would be looking at many noise complaints from the rest of the town.

You watched as he snatched off his boxer-briefs, the poor man-handled fabric flung away, no longer in your line of sight.

What was in your line of sight, however, was your husband’s cock springing outwards, now free of its confinements.

You only had mere seconds to gaze at it before Elliott had pinned you to the mattress, the man hovering over you, hands pinning your shoulders to the mattress, impaling you with his cock.

A moan lodged in your throat, choking slightly as you cried out in pleasure at the tightness. Elliott gave a satisfied groan as well, broad shoulders sagging for just a mere moment to lose himself in the sea of pleasure he found himself in.

You loved how Elliott’s cock fit inside of you so perfectly, it was like to was made for you. His cock was large, thick, always stretching your tight pussy just right. Just the feeling of being stretched had you whining, clawing at the sheets by the handful. Your head rocked back into the mattress, cradled by the bunched up sheets under your head and neck. Your eyes screwed shut at the painful stretch.

Elliott moaning softly, panting against your chest. His long auburn locks had spilled across your sweaty chest, thick strands clinging to your breasts, pooling on your person for a brief moment as Elliott had dipped his head to revel in the feeling of his cock in your tight pussy.

He craned his head back up, looking down at your sweaty face, mouth wide open as you cried and mewled under him. A wild smirk spread across his lips.

He was generous enough to give you a quick second to adjust to the tight stretch before he had started to slowly piston his hips.

The back of your head curled into the sheets piled underneath you more, your throat stretching, baring more skin to him. Elliott had leaned back down again, still pistoning his hips at a slow rate to enjoy the tight feeling of your slick walls around his cock.

Your guts were knotted with lust, only wanting you to raise your hips and match him with his thrusts, meet his cock thrusting inwards with you lifting your hips up, wanting your sexes to slap together, to rock the bed and make it groan like you normally do together. You loved how wild and powerful Elliott could be in bed.

Elliott’s hands snatched at your hips, nails digging into the soft skin. You whimpered at the bite of crescent moons, loving the pain adding on to the pleasure bubbling inside of your person. Each thrust seemed to make your organs knot closer together, made the coils heat up, and tighten. Your moans only spurred him to speed up once he had given you ample time to adjust to the tightness inside of you.

Elliott had let go of your hips, favoring to trap the sides of your head by placing his hands out flat against the ruffles and rumples of the sheets now bunched under the back of your skull, careful not to snag at any of your locks. His grip on the sheets tightened, supporting him better as he rocked his hips back and forth at a great pace, pounding into you like a machine powered by pistons.

He had dipped his head down to meet your parted lips. He groaned into the cavity of your mouth, wincing and tightening his grip on the sheets as your walls had clamped down on his cock. You could hear the sheets creaking, the soft fabric stretching and compressing under the intense grip Elliott was putting it through until he had released it just a touch.

He pressed hot, open-mouth kisses all around your face. He trailed kisses along the curve of your jaw all the way back to your earlobes where he would nip and gently tug at them. He would trail a sloppy line down the curve of your neck, grazing the columns of your throat with his teeth. He definitely had produced a good amount of hickies along your neck and upper chest, so much to possibly warrant a turtleneck at the beginning of summer if you were to have made any plans of going out in public. He had even gently sunk his teeth into the soft plush of one of your breasts, enjoying the little squeaks you produced as your clawed at Elliott’s back and grabbed at his broad shoulders.

Once he had deemed he had marked you up enough, he had only continued to ramp up his pace until you suddenly choke at the speed. You gasped, feeling your passageway clamp down on him once more, your husband crying out in pleasure and tossing his head back to revel in the feelings spiking through him.

You cried out, feeling the coils inside of you tighten even more, now white-hot as the seed about to enter your womb pretty soon as your climax was fast approaching.

You caught sight of Elliott’s eyes, emerald hues still missing, lost in a sea of black. His pupils dilated, still-full blown with lust, looking as though he had captured a starless sky in his eyes.

It was hypnotic, and the thundering of your blood in your ear like war drums had only added on to the pressure building up in your core. The splitting pressure inside of you had you squeezing your eyes closed, wincing, a soft moan passing through grit teeth as a wave of painful pleasure rattled through you, only tightening the coils inside of you even more.

Elliott was unraveling as well, auburn locks falling in his face, hiding his reddened and sweaty rugged face behind the curtain of his groomed mane. His shoulders tensed, lean muscle flexing in his shoulders and biceps, veins poking against his lightly tanned skin. His thrusts had gone from fast and passionate to sporadic and sloppy, longing and yearning to finally release inside of you.

A sudden eruption of heat spilled from between your legs, a massive release of pent up pain and turned to pleasure. A lewd moan had spilled from your open mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Elliott groaned above you, riding and thrusting into your slickening pussy, only allowing him to lose himself to his gaining lust.

Your limbs suddenly felt heavy, weighed down by bones seemingly made of lead and iridium, allowing you to sink into the plush comfort of the mattress as Elliott continuously pounded into your pussy without fail. The man of many elegant words had crippled down to only guttural moans and heavy groans. He could barely make any other noises, he was too busy chasing his won climax. He huffed and puffed in your ears, shoulders shaking as he pistoned his hips back and forth like a well-oiled machine.

It had nearly been another full minute before you felt the slight twitch inside of your passageway, his cock stiffening ever so slowly in between the rushed thrusts of his hips. His thrusts were growing sloppier by the thrust, the bed groaning under the two of you as it rocked with each thrust. The two of you were a flurry of moans and lingering kisses, Elliott occasionally kissing down your jaw or sucking at your neck. Your pussy still slick with your sweet only allowed him to seemingly thrust faster inside of you, you could feel his cock twitch a bit more.

He was going to cum quickly.

His hands on either side of your head snatched at more of the rumpled bedsheets, twisting as his back arched downwards. With each thrust, there was no room left between your two persons, no air gaps between your sexes, drawing his cock nearly out of you only to slam right back into you without mercy. You swore you were drooling, trapped in the starry bliss clouding your mind, still chasing the joys of your climax as he only ravaged your pussy more and more.

The stiffer he got, the sloppier he got with his thrusts until hot milky white suddenly erupted from Elliott’s cock, the man coming with a choked shout. His shoulders curled up into his neck, head shooting back, auburn locks spilling over his broad shoulders and you milked every last drop of semen out of his cock still buried inside of you.

You cried, mewled as you felt the fullness inside of you, only to exhale as Elliott’s cock had slid right out of your passageway, his semen following quickly after to spill onto the bed.

Elliott nearly collapsed on top of your worn person, the man of elegance managing to roll himself to land right next to you. He draped one of his tanned arms over your body, the meat of his arm over your breasts so his hand could reach under your armpit, dragging you closer to his sweaty chest. You both laid there panting, hearts racing as moments ticked by, the thrill of your orgasms slowly riding down as you both looked at each other in the eye. Sweaty faces, blushed at the cheeks and noses, you both couldn’t help the small and loving smiles spreading across your faces. You both looked at each other through the messy, frizzy locks clinging to your sweaty faces. A good shower was to be put in order now, but it would have to wait.

You shivered, still feeling his hot seed spilling slowly out between your nether lips, tangling with the sheets under your person, a mess you would both clean in just a moment.

You stood there by the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive with your husband right by your side. You could tell he was nervous, he would always toy with his long locks when he was. He had even pulled his hair back and tied it to try and stop himself from fiddling with his luscious auburn locks, but he couldn’t help himself.

He was nervous, and rightfully so!

He was going to be gone for a week, reading for his adoring fans, signing autographs, meeting new and important people.

You took his hand, startling the man out of his daydream. Wide emerald eyes looking at you for a mere second before he seemingly calmed down… just a bit.

“You’ll do great out there. I promise,” you smiled. “Just breathe, remember to stay calm and you’ll do great.”

Elliott smiled warmly at you. He only wished you could come along with him, join him on this adventure he was going to have, but you had a farm to take care of, animals to raise and crops to tend to so you can help feed the town.

You had your responsibilities, and now, he did too. This would open up a lot of doors, a lot of opportunities to expand his craft, make good relationships and business partners, spread the word about his writing more and more.

He only wished he could have you by his side. After all, you were his biggest inspiration for finishing his book. This was all because of you; Because you had introduced yourself to him your first day of arriving at Pelican Town, because you took up his many requests on the wanted board in front of Pierre’s, because you had taken the time to get to know him, to give him many wonderful gifts, to give him the mermaid’s pendant… You had spoken to him nearly every day, no matter if you were covered in dirt from the farm or covered in slime and bits of dead bugs and whatever horrors you had slain in the mines, you made it your goal to befriend him, to stick your muddy boot through his cabin door and get to know him. Even now, the mermaid’s pendant sat heavily against his throat, the polished silver chain choking him with suspense as he started to worry.

What if something happened and he wasn’t here to help? What if something happened to the farm? It’s summer, storms would surely come to try and wreck the farm. What if you were caught outside? What if you were caught in the barns? What if you got hurt and he wasn’t there to help you? To protect you?

The bus had rolled down the street and stopped right in front of you both. You both eyed each other one last time before you fully turned to him, Elliott doing the same.

Now face to face with your husband, you reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace. You could feel your throat tightening up just a tad as he wrapped his strong arms around your person, a quick press of his lips against your cheekbone.

“I promise to write to you every day, my radiance,” he murmured into your ear.

“Every day?”

“Every day without fail.”

“I love you, Elliott.”

“And I love you, (Y/n).”

The doors to the bus swung open, the bus driver not even looking in your direction at first.

Elliott pulled away only to press his lips to yours. The kiss was so full of passion for how brief it had to be without keeping the bus driver and the other bus occupants waiting.

You pulled away to look him in the eyes. You could see the yearning for him to stay with you, but you both knew this was coming sooner or later.

“Be careful, yeah?”

“Of course, my dearest.”

And with that, Elliott picked up his (overstuffed) suitcase and carry-on bag and set off into the bus.

You watched on with a reassuring smile as Elliott sat down at the window facing you. You followed the bus as far down the sidewalk as you could until there was no walkway left. You watched from your spot on the sidewalk as the bus was slowly swallowed by the darkness of the tunnel, heading towards the city.

With a soft sigh, you glanced down at the mermaid pendant sitting around your neck. You gently grasped the shimmering blue twisted shell and gazed back at the tunnel.

You ignored the biting, bitter feeling bubbling in your gut, wrinkling your nose at the sensation of dread wafting around your mind, and turned to follow the trail back to your farm.

Maybe if you busied yourself with farm work and the mines and whatever foraging you could find, the week would fly by quickly and Elliott would return to you sooner than you would think.

Upon arriving at the farm, you sighed. You knew the farm felt emptier the moment you stepped foot on the land. Even as your cat brushed around your leg and trotted towards the barn and coop, you hoped time would fly by quickly.

Picking up the milking bucket and shears from the chest by your house, you followed behind your faithful kitty, attempting to busy your lonely mind with work until your beloved author returned to you.

#stardew valley #elliott x reader #elliott x farmer

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coldfanbou · 1 year

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Hard Interruption to a Game

A shorter piece because there wasn't as much for me to go off of.

Length 1.3K

Monday x Mreader

You watched Monday squat as she prepared for the next serve to come her way. Her tight shorts accentuate her waist and hips, while her crop top is loose enough for her sports bra to be seen when she lands after spiking the ball. You throw the ball up and serve it to the far right, trying to keep her from returning it. This one-on-one game was meant to be relaxing but quickly turned competitive as you both refused to give up a point. Launching the ball back and forth, you take the lead as the ball slams onto the floor. "Getting tired of losing?"

"Oh shut up, it's one point."

"Here, I'll let you serve." You toss Monday the ball and wait for her to serve. You admire her body as she lifts the ball up high and takes a deep breath. Her chest heaves before she tosses the ball and smacks it over the net onto your side. Quickly returned, Monday leaps to the side, trying to hit it back. As she smacks onto the floor, her bra sticks to the floor for a second, revealing her tiny brown nipples. Distracted by the sight before you, you let the ball fall on your side.

"You better be scared because I'm coming back!" Monday yells, having not yet noticed her breasts being out. She might've not noticed her breasts were out if she hadn't noticed your bulge first. She stared at it before looking at your face and, finally, her chest. She covers her breasts before pulling her bra back up. "I-I think we should end things here." She grabs her bag and walks under the net, trying to get to the exit behind you. "I-if you're interested, feel free to come with me." You follow Monday to her dorm room. She opens the door and peeks in, "I'm back!" Silence in the dorm tells Monday that no one was around. She motions for you to come in. Taking your hand, she quickly takes you to her room. "I don't know when they'll be coming back, so we have to be quick, okay?"

"Yeah," you respond. Monday quickly starts taking off her clothing. The walk home and the game had made her sweat. Her clothes clung to her skin as she tried to take them off. You watched as sweat streamed down from her neck between her breasts. Monday kicked off her shoes and took off her shorts first; Monday struggled to get them off herself, so you helped her. Pulling on the waistband, you slowly pull them off. Monday's wet thighs press against each other as she tries to hide herself. You get hard looking at her body, so much so it pains you a little as your shorts constrain you. Seeing this Monday offers her help. She pulls down your shorts and boxers in one swift motion, and your cock springs free, smacking her face. Monday winces before opening her eyes to you standing at attention. "Monday…could you use your tits?" She nods her head slowly and starts to take off her bra. "No, leave it on." You tell her.

Monday understands what you want and takes your cock in her hand. She strokes it slowly from base to head before slipping it under her bra and between her tits. Her soft wet mounds feel great around your cock. She presses them together as she uses them to stroke you. You moan loudly as Monday picks up the pace. As the smell of your cock invades her nose, she can't help but get closer. She takes a small lick of the head when it pokes out, stopping her titjob to drag her tongue along the head. You buck your hips, pushing past her lips and putting the head of your cock inside her mouth. She's momentarily shocked but starts swirling her tongue around the tip.

Your legs buckle for a moment as a wave of pleasure rushes over you. You place your hand on Monday's head as you start thrusting. Her tits work your shaft while her mouth pleases the tip. Monday lets you do all the work while she starts to finger herself. Her long fingers outline her lips before sinking deep into her cunt. She places her other hand on your thigh. The overwhelming pleasure is getting to you as you continue to use her mouth. Monday's tongue began to drag along the underside of your cock, and her fingers rammed into her cunt quickly as she forced herself toward an orgasm. Your thrusts quicken, and your balls tighten as you unload your semen onto Monday. A small portion flows into her mouth while the rest lands on her neck and between her tits. Monday reaches her orgasm at the same time; she rocks her hips while her orgasm continues. When you're both done, you pull your cock out from between Monday's breasts.

She looks at you with lust in her eyes. Feeling her gaze on you, your cock begins to get hard again. "If we want to get to the good part, we need to hurry." She says as she turns around. Her ass faces you as she raises it up into the air. "Come on, put it in." You ready your cock, pressing it against her entrance. Deciding to tease Monday, you rub against her lips a few times. As soon as she begins her protests, you ram your cock into her awaiting pussy. "Oh god!" She yells as she feels your cock split apart her walls. You knock against her womb as you drive your cock deep into Monday. Her walls clamp down around your shaft as you pull out and ram yourself back into her. You hold onto her waist as you continue to thrust. Monday grips her bedsheets as you fuck her silly; she tries to muffle her moans but can't; hearing them bounce off the walls only turns her on more. You spank Monday, drawing a yelp from her as she presses her ass against your pelvis. "I'm close," she moans. You're close to your orgasm, too; Monday's tight walls have been milking you with every thrust.

"I'm going to cum, too," you moan. You hook your arms under Monday's, putting her in a full Nelson, and start thrusting faster. The quick and powerful thrusts force her breasts from their confines and free them. Monday's tits bounce as you thrust into her. Her moans fill the room as she begs you to cum quickly. She knew her members would be home anytime now and didn't want to get caught. That fact turned her on, though, and made her cum. You felt Monday's walls tighten around your cock as she came. It forced your orgasm, and you began to fill Monday's cunt with your cum as you continued to thrust. You felt your ball drain into Monday's cunt as you impaled her with your final thrust. You fall on your side, bringing her with you. You let go of your grip on her and feel Monday try to slip herself off your cock. The slow process is filled with her moans as she tries not to give in and put it back in. Eventually, she does it, leaving your cock with a pop.

Monday's about to walk out and go to the shower when she hears the dorm door open. She pushes you off the side of the bed onto the floor. "Hide here until I tell you so," she whispers to you. You hear her talk to her members through the door of her room, saying she would be out in a moment. She just needed to get a change of clothes because she was about to shower. After her shower, Monday said you'd need to stay there until she could sneak you out. That would end up being the following day before any of them got up.

#monday sm #weeekl #kpo #m #male reader #m reader

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acidinbubbles · 1 year

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Distractions

NSFW MDNI!!!

Armin Arlert x Bimbo! Fem reader WC: 1k+

Synopsis: Armin finds you very very distracting while trying to study.

Contains: oral(f and m receiving), praise, hair pulling, fingering, unprotected sex, smut no plot, and probably more!

Notes: not proof read(whats new) also haven't been on here in a while please be nice.

Armin is trying really hard to focus on his studies, but it's becoming increasingly difficult when you show up to his apartment showing off the new outfit you just bought. Babbling about how cute and adorable it is while doing little twirls to get a full 360 of it. The outfit in question is a pale blue mini skirt with a white cropped tank top that shows off your cleavage perfectly. He glances to his laptop trying to distract his lustful thoughts and his painful erection but that doesn’t really help, because in your mind you see it as him disliking the look.

Your glossed lips form into a pout, your doe eyes almost beginning to tear up “What you don’t like?”. Armin shoots his head up at your comment “No baby I love it, it's just you’re just a bit..distracting”. A tear falls from your eyes “Do you want me to leave…”. Armin rubs his hands across his face out of frustration, forgetting how clueless you can be so he decides to stop beating around the bush. “Y/n while your outfit is lovely it is a bit revealing and I feel like you fail to realize as your boyfriend I am heavily attracted to you, so seeing as i'm trying to study this creates quite the predicament.” You look at him dumbfounded until you finally process his words, like a light bulb forming over your head. “Ohhhhh I get it, you’re horny!”. Armin’s head falls into his hands growing more sexually frustrated by the second, “Yes y/n im horny” he says mumbling into his hands.

He lets his hands fall to his computer typing notes for an upcoming exam, you take this as an opportunity to crawl under his desk. Not noticing your movements he glances down slightly startled when he feels a hand on his thigh. “Baby what are you doing?” you can’t help but giggle, did he forget the conversation you just had? “Well you said you were horny so im helping, duh.” Armin's face grew red when he told you he was horny it wasn’t necessarily an invitation to suck his dick, when he was about to inform you if this he was already too late. You had already started palming his bulge through his sweatpants and at this point Armin really couldn’t tell you no, he had been studying all day, he could definitely use some relief.

He lifted his hips assisting you while pulling down his sweats and boxers. And there it was Armin's pretty pink tip with beads up precum, you rubbed your thighs together at the sight. You quickly got to work, giving kitten licks. You opened your mouth taking in more of him bobbing your head up and down while looking straight into his eyes “Fuck, just like that you’re doing so good.” You moaned at his praise making Armin whine at the sensation only making you want him even more, and you always got what you wanted. You came off him with a pop before speaking “Babes can you pretty pretty pretty please fuck me?”

Armin didn’t have to second guess himself before standing up and yanking you off the floor to toss you on the bed. He crashed on top of you grabbing your neck and shoving his tongue down your throat. He pulls from you trailing kisses from your neck lifting your shirt to kiss your tits, kissing your stomach and when he’s about to get to where you want him most he sat up flipping you on to your stomach,head in a pillow and back arched, before you could even start to whine and complain he ripped off your panties “Hey I bought those today!” you said in a whiny tone “y/n I really don’t care right now i’ll buy you new ones.” before you could begin to protest his tongue was already on your clit you gasped at the sudden action you became a moaning mess with each flick of his tongue as his nose poked at your tight little cunt.

Honestly you couldn’t tell who was enjoying it more, Armin groaned each time your hole clenched around nothing. He sat up for a second, using his fingers to pry open your little hole “So cute and wet just for me” you were slightly embarrassed by the way Armin was just staring but it was short lived. He dived right back under your skirt, continuing the assault on your clit. You could feel yourself unraveling in his touch,you were close, and Armin knew that, “Mm fu-fuck im about to cum” before you could reach your bliss Armin pulled away. You started sobbing uncontrollably, but the empty feeling was soon replaced by something much better. Armin positioned himself, his cock prodded your hole. “Beg for it baby.” he said while his dick would push into you, just the tip and pull it back, you were losing your mind. This also caught you slightly off guard, Armin was always so gentle and vanilla so it was definitely different but you love every second. “Please Armin, i’ll be a good girl, I won’t bother you anymore when you're studying, I’ll do anything please please please.” Armin did anymore begging you were perfect, from the way you could barely form words, the way your hips were trying to push back on his cock while you pleaded for him to fuck you, you tear stained checks and smeared lip gloss, how could he say no to his favorite girl?

He plunged his dick into you, no matter how many times you guys fucked, the stretch of taking him was always your favorite part. You and Armin both moaned and before you could start pushing back on his dick to set a rhythm, Armin got a fist full of hair pulling your head from the pillow. “I want to see your pretty face while I fuck your tight little cunt.” you babbled something Armin couldn’t understand but he really didn't care. He started thrusting into you, him pulling your hair so far it hurt like hell, the bruising grip on your waist hurt too, but you didn’t mind. He was making you feel so good you thought you were seeing stars. Armin felt like he was in heaven, how your pussy would clench around him with each thrust, the moans and whines of “Fe-feels so fu-fucking good” you’d say every two seconds, god was he infatuated with you. Armin let go of your hair, catching you off guard your head fell straight to the pillow, both Armin’s hands were now on your waist you were a beautiful sight, your skirt was hiked up to the middle of your back so Armin could get a good look at your greedy pussy swallowing his dick, your shirt pulled up so Armin could see your perky nipples, your face laying against the pillow looking completely fucked out. Armin was very close, but you were closer. “Please don’t mm dont st-stop im gonna cum.” Armin started ramming into you even faster pulling you against him with each thrust, you were a goner. You let out a high pitched moan before coming completely undone, you came so hard you thought you felt like you were going to pass out. You clenched so tightly that Armin was about to cum too and as much as he wanted to come inside you, he had a better idea. As soon as started to cum he pulled out cumming all over your brand new skirt, before laying right beside you still panting and out of breath.

After about five minutes when you both came back down to earth you finally realized what he did “ARMIN YOU RUINED MY SKIRT.” you yelled while tears formed in your eyes. Armin chuckled, “I'll buy you a new outfit but you deserved some kind of punishment for distracting me.” you pouted at him while he smiled. God does he love you

Yall this was so bad im sorry

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widowsistersandfriends · 7 months

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Sweater Weather

Request: Natasha and Yelena x little sister reader? 😍 Maybe the reader doesn't feel good in her body, so she wears sweatshirts a lot and everything, her sisters notice, convince her that she really looks good and comfort her?

Notes: Thank you so much for this cute request! I apologize for taking so long to get to this one, but I really enjoyed writing this fic! I hope you like it!!!

Word Count: 2538

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You were the little sister of the infamous Black Widows, Natasha and Yelena. The three of you lived in a separate house from the Avengers, but were close enough to visit often. Since it was October, the sisters were planning a fall party at the house. The weather was getting cooler, and leaves were starting to fall. A fall party was a great way to get into the autumn mood.

You were going shopping with your sisters later today to buy food and decorations for the party. Even though it was getting cooler, it was nowhere near hoodie weather. However, you didn’t feel comfortable unless you wore looser clothing, so you threw on your large hoodie and got into the car with them.

When you guys arrived, you guys made sure to go over the list of party essentials.

“Alright, so we need to get fall colored balloons, pumpkin pie, pumpkin scented candles, and apple cider,” Natasha said, reading off of her notepad.

“Are you sure this isn’t just a Halloween party?” Yelena asked, eyeing the table selling cookies.

“Just because it has pumpkin involved in it, doesn’t make it a Halloween party,” you said back to the blonde with a bit of snark.

“Well, since you’re such a cheeky pumpkin I guess you’ll be part of the party as well huh?” Yelena said, wrapping one arm around you, and slipping her other hand under your sweatshirt to dig into your side.

“YELEHEHENAHAHA” you squealed out, falling to the ground after the blonde eventually stopped tickling you.

“That’ll teach you,” the blonde said, ruffling your hair. You rolled your eyes playfully, as you both turned to realize that Natasha was nowhere to be found. The two of you quickly took off, looking in the aisles to find your older sister. You two eventually found her in the juice aisle, looking for apple cider.

“Poser, you’re not supposed to run off without us,” Yelena huffed.

“Just thought I’d use my time wisely,” Natasha said, not looking up from the bottle she was inspecting.

Yelena walked over to the bottles and picked one up of the same exact kind and began to inspect it the same way as Natasha.

“What are you doing?” Natasha asked, now looking away from the bottle.

Yelena looked away from the bottle too and turned to face her sister.

“What are you doing?” The blonde asked, imitating her look to perfection.

Natasha smirked without breaking eye contact so that Yelena couldn’t see her next move. The redhead reached out faster than light and poked the blonde in the ribs, causing her to yelp and drop the bottle. Luckily it was made of plastic.

“I win,” Natasha said with a victorious grin, as Yelena wrapped her arms around her ribs.

“Whatever, it wasn’t a competition anyway,” Yelena grumbled as you giggled at her disgruntled state.

You guys had eventually found most of the items on your list, and even a few extras that would go well with the theme of the party. However, while you guys were shopping, you saw a group of girls around your age shopping together. Right away, you noticed their outfits and began to immediately compare yourself to them. They were able to wear cute sweaters, some in crop top fashion, paired with skinny blue jeans. This look was popular for girls your age, especially in the fall and paired with any sort of pumpkin flavored drink. This was an outfit and vibe you wanted so badly in your life, but you were too self-conscious about your body that you wouldn’t dare try to pull this look off. Your body insecurity was something you kept private, as you were too embarrassed to talk about it. You heard the cliche phrase that everyone’s body was perfect the way it was, but for some reason you couldn’t get yourself to believe it.

The rest of the shopping trip and on the way home, you remained mostly silent, which was different from your usual snarkiness and sarcastic remarks. However, having two sisters who were professionally trained spies meant that this would never go unnoticed.

When you guys got home, you helped unload the stuff from the car, but afterwards you quickly disappeared to your room. You kept the hoodie on for comfort.

You crawled into bed, opening social media on your phone. Your feed was constantly flooded with images of girls and their friends in cute outfits you wished you could wear too. You felt a sense of defeat and sighed, rolling over to face the wall.

About half an hour later, you heard a soft knock at your door.

“Come in,” you said flatly, dreading the conversation you were gonna have to face.

“Hi Y/N, we just wanted to check up on you,” Natasha said sweetly, as Yelena nodded beside her.

“You already know so I may as well just tell you,” you sighed in frustration.

“You don’t have to tell us anything you don’t feel like sharing, Y/N. We just want to be here if you need us,” Yelena reassured you.

You rolled over to face them, as they knew this was your invitation for them to sit with you and talk.

“I don’t really know where to start,” you sighed.

“Take your time, it’s okay,” Natasha said, patting your head softly.

“I guess…you know how prevalent social media is in my life, right?” You asked them, as they both nodded.

“I guess I just always see girls post pictures of themselves looking so good and having a great body and being able to wear two pieces and cute outfits,” you explained. The two girls nodded again, knowing where this was going.

“And then today I saw girls wearing cute outfits today when we were shopping, and it just reminded me of how I’ll never look like them and I’ll never be able to pull off any of the looks they do,” you said with your voice quivering slightly, as you were on the verge of tears.

“Oh Y/N, I know how you feel,” Yelena said, wrapping you in her arms.

“Social media can definitely have edited pictures though. You never really know if someone looks like that or lives like that all the time,” Yelena reassured you.

“And don’t forget, people don’t post the lows in their lives on social media. They only post the stuff they want you to see. Those same girls could look a lot different after having a pizza and coke,” Natasha said.

“I know all that, but it still doesn’t change the fact that they can sometimes wear cute swimsuits and outfits and I can’t,” you griped.

“Who says you can’t?” Yelena asked.

“Me. My body doesn’t look like theirs. I don’t have a flat stomach or curves, and I also don’t have a perfect even tan like them,” you said with a sigh.

“But what if I told you that you could?” Yelena asked.

“And what if I seconded it and also added on that you don’t need those features to wear cute outfits?” Natasha added.

“That’s two versus one, which means that the majority says that you can wear those outfits,” Yelena siad.

“But it won’t look good like them. Sure I could put it on, but my body is just not good enough,” you said, looking down at the line across your stomach.

“Y/N, you don’t have to be sticks and bones to wear a two piece,” Natasha explained.

“In fact, I feel like it’s healthier to have some volume to your body. Back in the old days, that meant that you were wealthy and could afford food,” Yelena explained.

“And if guys can be attractive with dad bods, then girls can have attractive bodies that aren’t perfect in size or shape too,” Natasha added.

Hearing this analogy sparked something in you. A realization you never had before. Why was it that dad bods were liked more than the ripped dude on steroids? Maybe there were people out there who liked girls’ bodies that were more than just a flat stomach and large curves.

“You’re right, I guess just seeing them be perfect all the time on social media has fooled me into thinking that they’re perfect all the time,” you explained.

“They only want you to see them when they’re perfect, but even the best person in the world is never perfect,” Natasha said.

“Yeah look at Poser for example. She’s considered the world’s best assassin and look how many mistakes she makes,” Yelena said with a giggle, attempting to lighten the mood.

The redhead rolled her eyes, running a nail up the blonde’s sole, making her squeal and kick one of your stuffed animals off the bed.

Yelena quickly went to pick it up and apologized, before glaring at Natasha.

“It’s okay,” you said, slightly giggling at the funny situation.

“Oh? Was that a giggle?” Yelena asked with a goofy grin.

“No…” you said, quickly trying to scoot away from them.

“Uh uh Y/N, we’re gonna see that smile,” Natasha said, quickly pinning you to the bed by sitting on your waist.

“Yelena, hold her wrists,” Natasha said, as you frantically shook your head, holding in your giggles from anticipation.

The blonde was quickly able to capture your wrists, and held them above your head.

“No! Guys! Don’t!” You quickly shouted, knowing you had no chance of escaping.

“Not until we see that smile, little one,” Natasha said, before slightly lifting up your hoodie to reveal your sides and tummy.

“Oh what do we have here? Do we have a ticklish tummy?” Natasha teased, as you quickly shook your head.

“I think we have a liarrrr,” Yelena teased, as Natasha lightly scratched her nails on the center of your stomach.

You flinched, unable to suppress your reaction. You clamped your lips shut, refusing to laugh.

“Already having trouble? She’s barely touching you,” Yelena said while giggling. You shut your eyes, trying to get rid of the tickly sensation. However, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. Natasha knew this, so she sped up her tickling speed with a smirk.

You let out an involuntary snort, sucking your stomach in as an attempt to avoid her fingers. However, she knew all of your tricks and was able to follow your tummy wherever it went.

“BAHAHAHAHA NATASHAAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAAP,” you burst out laughing, as you could no longer keep the bubbling laughter down.

“Awwww there’s little Y/N’s smile,” the two sisters teased.

“Your tummy is perfect because it’s ticklish,” Natasha said, blowing a raspberry on your stomach, causing you to squeal and shout.

The redhead moved to spider up and down your sides, as Yelena used her free hand to tickle into your armpits.

“GUHUHUYS THIHIHIS IHIHIS UNFAHAHAHAIR,” you laughed, weakened by the tickles.

“Awwww poor little baby. Sucks to be the youngest huh?” Yelena teased with a smirk.

Natasha began to shake her hands into your ribs, causing you to belly laugh.

“PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD,” you shouted, as Natasha knew this was a weak spot for you.

“Oh? Does that tickle? Is that why you’re laughing? Because you’re ticklish? And the tickles tickle?” Natasha teased, knowing you couldn’t stand the forbidden word.

“STAHAHAHAP SAHAHAYIHING IHIHIT,” you said, turning a dark shade of red.

“Awwww baby is blushing,” Yelena cooed with a fond smile. You sisters gave you a break, knowing that you were close to being short on air. However, they weren’t letting you off the hook.

“Are you feeling better?” Yelena asked, smiling down at you.

“Yes, I feel like I could just lift the entire earth up on one finger,” you said sarcastically. This comment confirmed their suspicions that their sassy little sister was back.

The two of them flipped you over, exposing a whole new batch of vulnerable spots.

“Are you gonna tell us that you’re beautiful just the way you are and that you have a good, healthy body?” Yelena said, as you could hear the warning tone in her voice. If you said no, you knew you were gonna get tickled. Guess what route you chose?

“No, I can’t lie,” you said, tensing up after you said that, knowing that they were about to destroy you.

“Get her,” Natasha said, using her nails to lightly, yet quickly scratch all over your back. She got your shoulder blades first, causing you to squeal and scrunch up as much as you could. She got the back of your ribs, which sent you into hysterics. But her favorite spot to get was your lower back. It was an overly sensitive spot and had good access to your side if you were being cheeky.

“GEHEHET OFF OF MEHEHEHE YOU OHOHOLD FAHAHART,” you said, as Natasha dipped her hands down into your sides, causing you to squeal and beg for her to stop.

“Take it back then,” the redhead said, continuing to torment your sides.

“NEHEHEHEVER,” you shouted, as they were used to you being a cheeky brat.

“Oh really?” Natasha said, reaching back to tickle the back of your thighs. Yelena had also just sat on your calves, ready to tickle your little feet.

“GAH AHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHI TAHAHAKE IHIHIT BAHAHACK,” you squealed.

“Good, now all we have to do is get you to say that you’re beautiful,” Yelena said, now scribbling over your feet. You yelped and arched your back, feeling the sensation electrocute your body. However, you were holding out for a good while, causing Yelena to change tactics.

“You want to play tough? I’ll give you tough,” Yelena said, as you were unsure of what her next move would be. She still remained by your feet, but this time, instead of being aggressive in her tickles, she began to use her fingertips to lightly scratch and trace up your sole. The light tickles were so much more tortuous, causing you to fall into silent laughter.

“Ohhhh not so tough now are we?” Yelena said, using the same method on the area right below your toes.

You were laughing too hard to get any words out, so you just slapped the bed three times, signaling a tap out. Yelena stopped tickling your feet, waiting for you to say the words.

“Fine…I’m beautiful and my body is great,” you said, after catching your breath.

“There we go,” Natasha said, as your two sisters wrapped you into a hug.

“Thanks for helping me through this,” you said quietly.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. That’s what we’re here for. To tickle you and to comfort you,” Yelena said, giving you a small poke to the ribs.

“We’ll be here for you no matter what,” Natasha said, as you smiled gratefully and felt happier than you had ever felt. You were protected by your big sisters who would do anything for you.

“Can I say something?” You asked, as Natasha encouraged you to speak.

“You guys smell bad and need a shower,” you said cheekily, unable to escape before they had you pinned and laughing once again. However, they both knew you enjoyed this and spending time with them. They also enjoyed spending time with you and torturing you with tickles, so it was a win-win situation.

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hyunjins-orange-slice-too · 1 month

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pairing: bang chan x fem reader

wc: 1.9k

genre: smut

warnings: rough oral (m. receiving), semi public? (in a bathroom), pet names, i think that’s all?

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you were backstage at MusicCore. the green room was chaotic at this point, the boys were on stage next and were getting their last minute touch ups. the energy was high, vocal warm ups going on around you. you sat back on the couch and watched them. you loved these moments, where you could just sit back and observe them in their natural element. you loved them all so much and were so proud of them. this comeback has been amazing so far and you know they’ve worked so hard. especially your boyfriend, chan. he nearly works himself to death, with little sleep and lots of stress. he’s so busy all the time that you start to worry about him. but you know it’s no use. he knows his limits and you know he wouldn’t change a thing. a staff member pokes their head in the room and announces it’s time for them to head to side stage. the boys file out of the room, one by one. chan always being at the end of the line, he stops in front of you.

he looks so good. you thought this had to be one of his best outfits yet. at least, it’s your favorite one he’s worn in a long time. the light colored denim pants he wore were covered in pockets of different sizes and they hung low on his hips, the elastic band of his boxers peaking out over the top. he wore a complimentary light blue long sleeve crop top with a zipper down the front. what you would give to be able to unzip him. his muscles peaked out from under the crop top, but you couldn’t see much. he looked down at you, his perfectly styled, tousled hair tickling his forehead. the dark eye makeup he wore only added to his ‘rock star’ aesthetic. he brushed your hair behind your ear, before leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

"be back soon, baby." he said.

you smiled up at him and nodded. "good luck"

with a brush of his thumb against your cheek, he exited, leaving you alone in the room. not long after, the television announced the start of their performance. you watched intently, having trouble keeping your eyes off of chan. seeing him perform always seemed to get you riled up, and couple that with this insanely hot outfit he was wearing today.. you were feeling it in some very intimate places. the song came to a close with all of them in their ending pose, one hand in the air. your eyes locked on chan. his one hand in the air had his chiseled stomach on full display. his chest was heaving as he panted, out of breath. his abs flexing with each breath he took. he dropped his hand, placing his hands on his hips, trying to catch his breath, and simultaneously stealing yours. he adjusted his pants briefly and then bit his lip before letting out a small smirk. an involuntary "oh my god" left your lips at the sight. and then the screen went black. "oh.. my god." you said again, bringing your hand to your mouth. you didn’t know how long you sat there, dumbfounded, before the door crashed open and a loud ruckus of boys entered the room. you stood from the couch, wanting to congratulate them on another great performance but you weren’t confident in your ability to form words. and that fear was cemented as chan walked in, still slightly out of breath, sweat glistening on his skin. you gently pushed through the others, who were joyfully talking amongst themselves, and beelined for chan.

"can i talk to you for a minute?" you asked quietly.

"let me change my clothes real quick-" he said, reaching for his bag.

"no!" you exclaimed, louder than you intended. he looked over at you finally.

he must have noticed the look on your face, because he said "baby, what’s wrong?"

"nothing." you said, glancing around nervously. "it’s just really important that i talk to you right now." you said, tugging on his shirt sleeve, pulling him toward the door. he obliged, letting you pull him out of the green room and down the hallway. you rounded a corner and found a bathroom. not the classiest option, you thought, but you didn’t care at that moment. pulling him inside, you shut the door behind him and locked it.

"honey, what’s happening?" he asked, confused. his back was against the bathroom door and you took a step back and just looked at him. he looked nervous. could he really not tell how you were feeling in this moment? you were feeling hot and uncomfortable in your wet underwear, and completely in love and needy. he started to reach for you, as he raised his arm, his shirt also lifted, revealing his stomach to you once again. you felt weak, your legs giving out as you dropped to your knees in front of him. this startled him and he started to kneel with you, to check on you, but you stopped him by placing your hands on his hips. your face was level with his pelvis now. the elastic band of his boxers only inches from your lips. you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes pleading.

"baby?" he brought his hand to your hair, brushing it out of your face. he looked so incredibly sexy, towering over you like this, the next thought that crossed your mind managed to slip past your lips.

"you’re a god." you said quietly. but in the silent bathroom, he heard you perfectly clear. he chuckled, embarrassed, his cheeks turning a light pink as he looked away from you. you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the exposed skin just below his belly button. his head snapped back to you in an instant. "this outfit, channie.." you whispered against his skin. "it’s ruining me." your fingertips gently ran up his sides, pushing his shirt up, fully revealing his hard abdomen. you gently kissed him again, this time just to the right of his belly button.

he inhaled sharply. "y/n, im all sweaty.." he warned.

"that’s even better." you told him, before flattening your tongue against his skin and licking a stripe up the middle. he tasted salty in your mouth and you felt your needy clit throbbing. you rubbed your thighs together trying to get some friction. you kissed his stomach again, and licked again, wanting to devour him. you looked up at him, as your tongue traced the lines of his muscles. he was panting again, but for a whole different reason. his pupils were blown wide, his eyes so full of love and adoration but at the same time filled with lust and need. you nibbled at his skin with your teeth, causing him to groan slightly. you reached for the button on his pants, pulling it free.

"princess.. you don’t have to." he said gently.

"channie, i want to." you unzip him and slip your hand inside, palming his erection through his boxers. "please, can i?" you begged.

"i can’t say no to you. not when you ask so sweetly." he helps you pull his pants and underwear down, letting them pool at his ankles. his cock springs free, fully erect and leaking. your mouth waters at the sight. you grab him by the base and lick the precum from his tip. you take the head of his cock into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it. "fuck" he breaths out, his eyes shut, his mouth slightly open. you start to suck him gently, slowly taking all of him into your mouth. your nose brushes the skin of his stomach as you gag around his length. you pull him all the way out, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to him, and you take a deep breath. his hands find your hair, his fingertips brushing your scalp. he guides your mouth back on him. he pushes your head down until your gagging again. "that’s it, baby. choke on my cock." he says, breathlessly. he releases you and you pull away gasping for air. you hold him in your hand, stroking him, before leaning down and taking one of his balls in your mouth. you suck on it for a moment before doing the same to the other.

"fuck, baby. your so good.. sucking my cock in the bathroom. such a little cock slut." he says. you moan around him, sending shivers through his body. you return your attention to his cock, taking him in your mouth again. he grabs fistfuls of your hair, forcing himself down your throat again. he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth harshly, drool dripping down your chin. you look up at him with watery eyes, loving when he uses you like this. "my perfect girl just couldn’t control herself could she?" he teases. "needed my cock so bad, huh baby?" you attempt to nod with him in your mouth. "give me your hand." he orders. you lift your right hand in the air. he grabs you by the wrist, bringing your hand to his stomach. you can feel his hard muscles under your fingertips. "is this what got you all wet, baby?" you moan around him, you pussy clenching around nothing, begging to be touched.

"keep touching me, im going to cum in this pretty mouth." he says. your hand explores the ridges and valleys of his abs as he continues to fuck your throat. "fuck, princess. gonna take all my cum, yeah? such a good girl for me." he babbles, his thrusts getting sloppy. "made to take my c-cock. fuck." he stills, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he shoots his load down your throat. his abs flexing under your palm.

he pulls out of your mouth, panting. you swallow everything he gives you, not wanting to waste a single drop. he helps you up off the floor, cradling your face in his hands. he kisses you softly. "baby.." he says. "you’re so perfect." he kisses your forehead now. he pulls back, putting you at arms length. "are you okay? i wasn’t too rough was i? are your knees okay? this floor is hard." he looks you over, searching for any signs of discomfort. his hands rub up and down your arms, worriedly.

"channie, im fine." you tell him. "more than fine. im great."

he chuckles at that, pulling his pants up and buttoning them. he pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. "are you sure you’re okay?" he asks again. "i feel like i was too rough."

"i promise you weren’t." you say into his shirt. "i like it when you’re rough with me."

he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. "i love you, baby." he whispers. "the guys are probably looking for us."

he pulls away and reaches for the door.

"are we going home?" you ask. "im.. messy." you admit shyly, your cheeks flushing pink. "need you."

"of course baby." he kisses your temple. "let’s go home and i’ll show you how rough i can be, yeah?"

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

#the way i would worship this man #the way i DO worship this man #obviously i’m still not over this outfit 😮‍💨#the things i would let him do to me #stray kids x reader #bang chan #stray kids #bang chan stray kids #bang chan x reader #stray kids bang chan #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #hyunjins orange slice too

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strawhatsoraya · 2 years

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Hellooow there!! How are you? Can I request Zoro teasing and playfully manhandling you all day and also exposing a lot the size difference between you two with him being like " you're so damn small!! If I was drunk I could probably mistake you for a doll..." *reader glares* and like "you barely weigh anything how do you SURVIVE??" And you're like NO SIR! I'm normal-sized you're the huge one!! (Also preferably fem bodied s/o) Thanks in advance if you want to do it ☺️💚 Have a wonderful day/night/evening!💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Hey lovely! Thanks for the ask. I love Zoro but I'm always nervous to write him. Maybe I'm an overthinking? Either way, I hope you're happy with what I wrote. Drop by my ask anytime.

Talk & Touch

ZORO X READER | FEM! READER, SHE/HER

WORD COUNT: 1,375 words

CONTENT: ZORO BEING A TEASING BUTTFACE, READER IS SMALL AND FIESTY AND SHE DOES–IN FACT–BITE SOMETIMES, NOT THAT ZORO MINDS, SPANKING, BITING, DRY HUMPING (EMBARASSING TBH), BREAST PLAY, GROPING, PDA I SUPPOSE BUT IS IT PDA IF THERE IS NO ONE STANDING THERE TO SEE IT? OOOH. YOU TELL ME.

A BADLY WRITTEN SUMMARY: THE ONE WHERE ZORO TAKES THE TIME OUT HIS DAY TO BE EXTRA ANNOYING AND HANDS ON, Y/N JUST WANTS TO WORK OUT IN PEACE BUT ZORO HAS OTHER PLANS, THE THOUSAND SUNNY IS LITERALLY TOO EMBARRASSED TO BE SAILING RIGHT NOW BUT THERE SHE IS

there was no reason, no method to his madness. zoro simply wanted to.

their adventures had led their thousand sunny to particularly still waters. within it the sun gave no reprieve. Most of the crewmates hid indoors, or under large umbrellas. Their outdoor activities were short lived, sweat slick on their bodies before they rushed back towards the cool indoors groaning about needing yet another shower.

not her, though, he thinks with amusement. his eye takes her in as if starved. he watches her, immobile, as she diligently continues her work out, push up after push up. amusement flirts behind his eyes. it had been a few weeks since he had grabbed her wrist and twirled her around into his embrace. a hand had gripped one of her biceps and remarked with a laugh that they were no bigger than the hilt on his swords.

she had gone bright red with rage, thrashing in place in order to free herself. zoro had only let her go for his own sake. the threat of making a mistake had been high then.

and there she was, in shorts that were surely illegal to sell, and a crop top that was loose enough to expose her. he watches, stealing glances at her bra while chewing on the inside of his cheek.

today, the threat was high as well. he shifts his weight–and guilt–to one leg.

stomping towards her, he leaves all thoughts behind. expertly, he brings one foot up and presses it lightly against the small of her back.

“don’t you think you need to put more weight on for it to be more effective?” he drawls out of the corner of his mouth. he looks down his nose at her with darkened eyes and sees her glaring back at him through her lashes. even as her arms tremble at the effort of holding herself up, her gaze is fiery, her face contorted with determination. zoro could barely hold back a smirk. her arms look toned, bigger even, than a few weeks ago.

he was proud of her but he wasn’t about to give compliments for free.

“ten more,” he orders, pushing down on her back with a small amount of force. her position falters, elbows bending slightly. zoro laughs quietly as he sees her struggle to push herself back up. her pride had always gotten her in trouble, and he was always there to see it through.

“are you kidding me?” she asks and curses under her breath.

there was a trick to it; this game of push and pull. there were only so many buttons you could poke and prod before you took it too far. zoro hums contemplatively, taking in the sight of her round rear end, barely contained in the confines of the thin fabric. cheeks peek out teasingly, as if beckoning him closer.

just a touch, zoro, they whisper, a little bit of your time.

her thighs, browned by the sun, glisten, coated and slicked with sweat. his fingers, unable to hold back any longer, reach down as he bends over. they run a quick trail with a feathery touch from her calf to the back of her knees.

“h-hey!” she protests, losing her place. her knees buckle.

zoro does not wait to strike. A fool who hesitated was a dead fool. zoro had so much left to live for–like the feel of her ass on his hand as he snaked it around her before she sat down on it.

her eyes widen as she looks back at him. he can see the shock in the way her mouth hangs open. unable to hold back, he smiles, sick with himself. the joy he feels as his fingers gripped soft flesh could be comparable to that of him going into battle.

if this was war, there could only be one winner; and roronoa zoro was not a loser.

“what–what are you doing?” she splutters, cheeks turn crimson. zoro swallows a moan at the sight of them. he wets his lips, burying the thought of licking them to the back of his mind.

“hmm? If you hate it, why don’t you stand up? in fact–let me help you,” zoro’s voice was taut–like a string wound tightly on a neglected guitar. surely, one stroke too many, would make it snap.

his fingers dig into the flesh of her ass as he adjusts his palm to fit right under. slyly zoro grins as he feels his fingertips dig into her cunt–even deeper as he pulls her full weight up with one hand. a yelp runs out of her mouth. zoro laughs, wanting to swallow it whole; mouth on mouth–once again he refrains, weighing the risks.

holding her against him with his hand still on her ass–he is amazed at how lightweight she feels. her feet kick in the air in protest as a free arm wraps around her waist, crushing her against his barrel chest. breathing quickens, eye zones on a particularly thick drop of sweat finding its way down her neck and hiding from sight behind her crop top. fucking crop top.

“you can’t just treat me like a rag doll, Zoro!” she hisses, small fists punching against his shoulders. they barely register, he is mesmerized by the sight of her neck, sweaty and thin–unmarked, unkissed. his mouth waters, and he swallows back all the dirty words he wants to whisper to her like drunken promises.

“hmm? Have you tried not being a rag doll then?” he tells her, carrying her towards the edge of the sunny. her nails dig into his shoulders eliciting a hiss from him. “careful, sweetheart,” he growls against her ear. he shifts her weight in his arms enough to free a hand–he brings it down with a resounding slap against her ass. she shouts, and he grips it, digging his fingers into it. “you should know your limits.”

the edge of the thousand sunny could not come close enough.

zoro sits her down and adjusts himself between her legs. for someone who had been fighting him just seconds ago, she was being oddly compliant. was a spanking all that she needed? zoro tilts his head as he watches her before giving his theory another try.

she yelps again at the slap, and worries her bottom lip between her teeth, looking at him through her lashes.

if he was any smarter he would realize what was happening–but he wasn’t so he lets himself be distracted by something else.

hands bury in her hair as he leans down towards her neck. hot tongue reaches out to taste skin. he licks up and down her neck, biting where he pleases to leave his mark. every now and then he glances to make sure he was happy with the results. he felt her legs wrap themselves around his waist. spurred by her actions, he pushes against her, hips rutting against the heat of her clothed pussy; more and more as his hands travel over her body. he finds the edge of the crop top he hates, fingertips dancing over the cusp of her breasts where the bra exposed skin.

“somebody will see,” she mumbles between a whimper and a moan.

zoro kisses her into silence; a clash of tongue and teeth, he fights her even on this, not willing to give in. her bottom lip trapped between his own, he sucks until he comes back victorious with a moan from her.

“no, they won’t,” he promises her, calloused hands slipping under her bra. he grips and kneads, thumbs gently rubbing circles on her hardened nipples. “they hate to sweat.” her laughter comes in like a warm wind and tickles his ear. a soft moan becomes entangled in the back of zoro’s throat and he pushes his hips more, gyrating at a faster pace; a high he tries to chase and can’t keep up with.

her arms wrap around his shoulders and she moans; her hips move against his–trying to match the rhythm. small fingers tug at his short hair as best as they can, gripping tightly.

“but what if they see?” she asks against his mouth, panting, moaning. zoro smiles and kisses the corner of her lips.

“let’s just worry about it when it happens.”

#fic request #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x you #zoro smut #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece fanfic #one piece zoro #one piece smut #for the cummunity!#fitut-tut

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missamyrisa2 · 1 year

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Hiya Miss Amy! I'm a huge fan of your teases, but how would you break a bratty spy you caught who is *definitely not* devastatingly ticklish on every single inch of his upper body, and *in no way* has a death spot on his bottom-most rib??

Such a silly escapade, trespassing in Amylicious's lair. Sillier still, that you failed to recognize the decoy relic on the table. Lifting it sets off an alarm, not the usual wailing sirens or klaxons, but a blaring shock of playful music. The ground trembles and an x-shaped frame slides upward. Flowers bloom from nothingness at the points of the frame, an enchanting little garden and a perfect distraction for the vines to sprout, first stripping away your clothing one article at a time, and then snatch up your wrists & ankles. You hang and struggle on the frame for what feels as an eternity until the door creaks open and a long shadow falls over your held form.

"Tsk tsk tsk. What do we have here?" I stroll in and chuckle. The harsh light gleams on the metal of my chunky bracelets and flower-shaped belt buckle. My belly twitches visibly in excitement from its place under my cropped black top and tiny shorts~ "Why, it's a cute boy, come to play~" My fingers glide up, wiggling in the air. "What's your name, sweet one?" Before you can answer my fingers are probing along your waistline in tiny strokes. "Uhh huh. Mmhmm. Yes, I almost believe that." I smirk and dance my nails around your belly in spidering circles.

"And you thought you'd make off with some of my treasure mmm?" One hand digs into your side with a squeeze as the other taps the flower to summon a fluffy makeup brush. "Ooh what a story, tell me more. How's that feel? Does it tickle? Are you just so very ticklish?" I flutter the brush up under your arms, twirling and fluffing up the little piles of hair while my fingers trace the shape of your chest. "Tickle tickle ~ tell me a good story now while I tickle your helpless body, about your name and why you're here, I love a good lie~

I tap a petal on my flower and produce a pair of q-tips. Your sass at such basic tools makes me smirk brightly, putting a hand on my hip as I start probing around your tummy. "Keep running those pretty lips ~ before you know it you'll be begging me to stop while whimpering for more~" I poke around with the soft tips, tracing your belly from your navel outwards carefully observing every reaction. I toss my long locks of blonde hair back and move in closer, my breath scattering on your twitching midsection. "Mmmmhmm. Yeah. Oh yes, give me all that sass. You're almost free by the way, just pull a little more~"

I can't help but squeak a giggle when I graze my probing tools up to your ribs and find that spot you've been trying to hide. "Ahh yes, there we go. Every one has that one spot huh? Yeah, that's your spot, right on this ribbie? Yeahh? Oooh look at that face ~ you should see yourself, not so tough now huh? Just poking here? Tickled by a q-tip!" I grin and move in, first stroking my tool along the length of your hyper ticklish rib back and forth. "Tickle, tickle. Now we'll get some answers out of you sass boy~"

My lips graze along your tickle rib, brushing and leaving tingly purpley streaks. I muah muah muah all over it, making tiny nibbles and kisses and raspberries while my fingers trace at the edges tauntingly. "Tickle tickle tickle tickleeeee~! You can't resist the tickles! You can't not laugh!" I taunt and chuckle, wiggling my nails along your ribbie and occasionally skittering along your bouncing giggly belly. "Awww tickle boy, does it tickle so much? Yeah? Well stop being ticklish then~! Stop being so cute!" I relentlessly attack your midsection, steading with one hand so I can nibble and raspberry around while keeping a thumb rubbing at your side nonstop~

Once I have you sufficiently worn down, it's more taps and I smile wickedly as I take a shiny whartenberg wheel over your pinkened belly. "Let's here it now, spill it all out tickle boy~" I interrogate and wheel the spikes ever so lightly in long strides, starting at one side going over around your navel, then up to that death rib~ "don't lie again ~ I'll pump you of every answer, I promise, and you'll be calling me mommy when we're done." I watch your reactions carefully, taking in your gasps and giggles and sounds ~

"Ahhh. Ooh, such a naughty thing. That sounded almost believable~" Tap tap tap on the flower and now I'm holding a purple magic wand. "Guess we're gonna do the deep pumping. Ooh yes, gonna milk every giggle from you until all we have left is the truth~" I snicker and gather up your princely part, holding it steady and putting the wand under the head. "Let's start on low, shall we?" I turn up the buzzing and hold you there, letting the tickle vibrations seep in. "Everyone tries to fight it." I gradually raise the vibration speeds and delight in your growing reactions. "But no one ever wins against the wand~"

Once I have good and worked up, I reach over and start tickling your rib with rapid strokes. The wand stays steady under your royal part, moving slowly up and down to edge you along. "Mmmhmm. Oh no, we're not talking yet, sass butt. You don't get that chance again until you're melted and gibbering. We'll try again when you're good and helplessly overloaded~until then, tickle tickle tickle tickle!" I hold the wand steady, my fingers never leaving your death spot, and my form grazes on yours occasionally just to tease a little further with material sensations.

Whether you give up your secrets or not, there's no doubt you will be tickled to absolute babbling ticklegasmed exhaustion once you've entered my domain ~<3

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hexalianrebel-blackfeathers · 10 months

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My Body is a Temple; I Just Love Graffiti (Chapter 1/4)

Panda’s Notes: Technically, this is the first multi-chapter story I started for the Spiderverse, according to my notes. I'm pretty excited to go places with it. Though I admit I might go back and tweak it. >w<

[Ao3] || [Commissions] || [Ko-fi]

[1] || [2] || [3] || [4]

“Okay, gang, we’re done!” Gwen declared as she pushed open the door to her apartment. The boys sort of meandered into the living room, Miles practically stumbling to the couch and letting his shopping bags slip out of his hand as he flopped into the cushions and groaned. Pavitr’s face was torn between a pout and a grin, lightly kicking Miles’ leg where it dangled off the side of the couch.

“Bro, move over…” He chuckled, laughing incredulously when Miles just whined. Miles let out a yelp as Pavitr just collapsed on top of his back, squirming under his weight and trying to glare up at him.

Hobie set his bags down behind the couch, stretching and giving half a yawn.

“So, do you guys want to montage, or what?” Gwen asked, making sure the door was locked. “Dad said we’ve got the place ‘til tomorrow, so we can do whatever.”

“I don’t wanna montage; I’m exhausted…” Miles grumbled, and Pavitr lightly pet his hair to coax a smile out of him. “You just ran us ten blocks from the train station.”

“Well, it was starting to rain.” Pavitr reminded him. “I’m just glad nothing got wet.”

“Can we have lunch first?”

“It’s four o’clock!” Gwen laughed. “And we had lunch already.”

“Yeah, before the five stores and running ten blocks f—”

“Hobie, stop trying to get naked!” Gwen said sharply, grinning when he flinched and paused halfway out of his shirt. “There’s kids here, geez.”

Said “kids” burst out laughing, and Hobie eyed her, somewhere between a glare and plain disbelief.

“Literally all of you have seen me with my shirt off.” He argued with a slight smirk. “Some of ya more than others…” He knelt behind the couch as he trailed off, leaving the three of them glancing between each other.

“You’re a menace, Spider-Punk!” She giggled. “Okay, I—”

“Damn straight!”

She yelped as his shirt hit the wall she was walking by. “Okay, I’m ordering the pizzas; do not let Hobie destroy anything.”

“Feelin’ real welcome, Gwendy, cheers.” He called tauntingly, popping up after a moment in one of the new shirts he’d picked out: a mostly black long-sleeved crop top with colored and glittered stars lining the hems.

“Aw, are you not going to montage with us?” Pavitr asked, pushing himself up to lean on the back of the couch.

“I don’t need a fuckin soundtrack to know when I’m bloody gorgeous, Pav, you ought to know.” Hobie smirked, flicking Pavitr’s hair as he walked around the side of the couch.

Miles glanced up as he came into view, smiling. “You got the crop top?”

“I did. You wanna make something of it?” He sat on the arm of the couch, leaning to press Miles’ face into the cushion.

Miles laughed softly and bat his hand away. “I’m not, but… You got the crop top?” This time, he made his point clear by sneaking a tickle at Hobie’s side.

Hobie flinched and sprang off the couch as if Miles had shocked him, glaring down at him with a smirk. “Okay, you think you’re funny; that’s brilliant. Pavi, help me real—”

He had grabbed Miles by his jacket, jostling him playfully when Pavitr stopped him.

“Hobie! You have a tattoo?!” He asked excitedly.

“What? Yeah, man, I have—” His gaze automatically went to his arm, only to remember he was wearing sleeves. He seemed bewildered for a moment before Pavitr helpfully poked his back near his side. He bit his lip on a snort, flinching away from his touch. “Oh, right, that one’s new.”

He turned to give them a better view: it was a skull with devil horns with a skeletal hand holding up its own “devil horns” beside it sticking out of the drawn-in ground.

“That’s kinda sick.” Miles admitted with a nod.

“Is it, man?” Hobie glanced over his shoulder. “Kind of on the fence about it myself, still.”

“Little late to be ‘on the fence’ about it, don’t you think?” Pavitr teased a bit.

“Heh, not too wrong.” He ran his fingers over it and seemed to check them. “Might wear it another week, but I’ll probably trash it.”

“What, like get it removed? Already?” Miles started pushing himself up, trying to pull his legs out from under Pavitr. “You said you just got it!”

“Wha—? Oh!” Hobie started to laugh, shaking his head as he turned around. “You two think—”

“What did I miss?” Gwen called out as she returned from the kitchen, dropping into Pavitr’s lap with a few water bottles stacked between her hands. Both of them ignored Miles’ uncomfortable yelp. “Hobie only laughs when shit’s going down.”

“Fuck off, love.” Hobie chuckled. “Check this, though.” He showed her the tattoo, and she smiled.

“Oh, yeah! Karl finally got around to drawing that, huh? Looks alright.”

“Oi, you don’t like it?” He gave the fakest little pout before grinning brightly. “These two think it’s real.”

“I mean, it wouldn’t be my first choice!” Gwen laughed softly, only to pause at that second statement. “Wait, seriously? You guys—Okay, well, look, I’ve seen your other tattoos; I might have believed it too.”

“It’s not real?!” Pavitr practically popped off of the couch, hoisting Gwen into his arms so she didn’t drop to the floor with two of the water bottles. “Wait, so, like…Is it like those temporary sticker things?”

“Nah, Pav, ‘s just markers. Body ink and all, choice shit.” Hobie chuckled, grabbing both bottles off the floor and shoving the coldest one against Miles’ neck as he was getting up. He laughed as Miles flailed and nearly fell onto the floor, casually blocking the little punches aimed at his arm. “I got a gun for the real thing, though, if you lot are feeling daring.”

“Wait, seriously?!” Miles asked, his voice more excited than the others would have expected from him. “You just have a tattoo gun?”

Hobie smirked, tossing the bottles onto the couch as Miles sat up. “Don’t underestimate me now, come on. Might have to pop back to my own and grab it, but—” He had paced across the rug to grab his boots, only to pause as he passed by Pavitr and Gwen. His eyes flicked over them, and he let out an irritated sort of noise.

“Fuck’s sake…” He groaned, pivoting his path back to the corner where they’d dumped all their overnight bags upon arriving in Gwen’s dimension. He rummaged through his duffle bag, fishing a tape measure out of his makeshift sewing kit. “Stand up, all of ya.”

Miles stood up from the couch, and Pavitr set Gwen down on her own feet. They settled themselves into a line without being told, and Hobie stopped in front of Miles first.

“Stand on this.” He said curtly, letting the end of the tape measure drop at Miles’ feet. When he pinned it under his toe, Hobie drew his hand up to press his fingers right against Miles’ hairline. “I knew it!” He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “You lot have gotten taller since I last checked.”

“Again?!” Miles tried to grab the tape measure where Hobie held it so he could check for himself. “Wait, how do you know that?”

Hobie playfully snatched the tape measure away, moving to get a measurement on Pavitr before he finally answered. “Ah…Thing is, Miguel keeps secret little biometric files on all the Spiders.” He took a mental note of Pavitr’s height just before they all had an outburst at the information. “Yeah, yeah, I hate it too. Pretty sure his little Tinkerbell does a scan on everyone when they enter the building. I hack in once in a while, just ‘cause I can, y’know?”

He tried his best not to smile as Gwen glared daggers up at him, tipping her head back down so he could get a proper measurement and huffing as he checked it. “Haven’t checked in a little minute, but you lot are growing like weeds.” He lightly flicked Gwen’s cheek when she kept pouting, motioning between her and Pavitr. “Plus, you two definitely weren’t the same height last time we hung out.”

The pair’s attention was suddenly on each other as Hobie stepped away.

“You didn’t notice?!”

“You didn’t notice either! And you were wearing Hobie’s stupid platforms all day! When would I have?”

“Oi!” Hobie laughed, coiling the tape measure on his fingers as he walked back to his bag. “Anyway, point is, I’m not breaking out the gun if you’re not all done growing yet. I’ve made that mistake already; didn’t really feel like having to clean it twenty times anyway.”

“So…” Miles had crept up beside him, and Hobie could hear him grinning. “Does that mean there’s a chance we’ll end up taller than you?”

Hobie glanced sideways at him, his hands still shifting around in his bag. “Love, the only time you will be taller than me is when you’re on my shoulders.” He said with a shrug, finally standing up with a thick case in hand. “Or…” He leaned close and whispered into Miles’ ear, smirking as he laughed and shoved him away.

“You’re awful, y’know.” Miles teased, sneaking up and tasing Hobie’s sides as he slipped around him. Hobie managed to whack him on the back of his shoulder with the case, the noise catching the others’ attention as Miles let himself flop back onto the couch.

“No way; you actually brought that?” Gwen asked in disbelief, a smile lighting up her face.

“I don’t believe in packing light, Gwendy.” Hobie sat down on the couch, sneering at the way Miles scrambled aside so he wouldn’t sit on his leg. He set the case; some kind of binder that Miles quickly recognized as a case meant for markers; on his lap and unzipped it. The trio marveled as he spread it open, revealing a few dozen apparently high-quality skin-safe markers in a rainbow of colors.

“Dude, how did you get all of these?” Miles asked first, his hands fidgeting on his sleeves as he tried to resist touching all of them.

“Perk of having a good crew.” Hobie shrugged with a little smirk, pulling out one of the black markers and motioning them closer. “Most were gifts, but I lifted a few packs on my own when I got lucky.”

For each of them, he uncapped the marker, holding it between his teeth as he nudged their shirt collars aside and drew a tiny check mark on their shoulders.

“Now, what do we want? No consequences; just time.” He said simply, crossing his arms once the marker was capped. “I mean, they do last a while, but you can wear ‘em down with makeup remover if you really hate it.”

“Oh! What if we got little matching ones?” Pavitr suggested excitedly.

“I mean, I guess it depends on who’s drawing them.” Gwen said with a grin and shrug, knowing exactly what she was about to get as a result.

Hobie rested a hand on his chest, pulling a face as he gasped. “You sayin’ you don’t trust me? Now, of all times?”

“I’ve seen what you draw on people, Hobie; I have a right to be skeptical.”

“Feckin’ hypocrite.” Hobie reached up and dragged her close, ruffling her hair with both hands as she laughed. “Like I didn’t help you fix half of your shitty solo dye jobs.”

“I’m just saying!” Gwen giggled brightly as Hobie pressed a kiss to her forehead before letting her go. “We have Miles here; he’s practically a professional.”

Miles practically choked on the sip of water he’d tried to take, his eyes wide as he blushed like mad. “I—excuse me?!”

“Miles would totally trust me with a pen, wouldn’t you, love?”

Hobie was doing that thing with his eyes; Miles was never really sure if he was going to kiss him or try to break his arm for the slight of disagreeing with him when he gave that look.

“You promise you won’t draw anything weird on us?” Miles asked with a cringe, and the way Hobie chuckled didn’t give him confidence.

“Not unless you ask for it.” He smirked, reaching to take Miles’ hand. He laced their fingers, resting Miles’ knuckles on his chest. “Hand to heart, love.”

Miles’ eyes went wide again, and his mind went completely blank. “Y-Yeah, okay.” He murmured, visibly prickling as Hobie pulled his hand to his lips.

“Aw~” Pavitr giggled, and Gwen grinned as she rolled her eyes.

“Gross.” She teased, stepping back as Hobie stood up.

“Oh, I can be so gross if you like.” He snorted, leaning to kiss her cheek and sneak a bite on her cheekbone. “But I think we’ve waited long enough.” He nudged the collar of her shirt, peeking at the mark he’d drawn on her. “You two feel anything?”

“Anything like…?” Pavitr asked, brightening up when Hobie turned to him. He got a soft peck on the lips. And maybe two more before Hobie checked the mark.

“I put those little tick marks on ya to check for allergies and such. If you had started scratching, it’d have clued me in.” He shrugged, taking a moment to check the mark on Miles. “One of my mates is full allergic to the ink; another one just has a bad sensory thing. Can’t handle stuff drawn on them.”

“Are we good?” Miles asked a bit warily, only to flinch when Hobie tickled quickly under his chin.

“All good. And, since you trust me sooo much, you’re going first.” Hobie pinched Miles’ nose playfully until he laughed and pulled away. “I got something in mind for ya.”

#a panda writes a thing #tickling #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales #hobie brown #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar

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bubble7o7 · 2 years

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Mature Content

Over 18’s Only

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Call It…

“Bullshit…” You yell

“Eh?”

“I call bullshit!… there’s no way you don’t know what a simple gesture from you can do to a woman?”

“What do you mean!” He asks

“Don’t be so naive Yoongi” you moan

“There are cameras on you constantly, you can’t drink water without someone thinking it’s hot. You can’t pout without someone wanting to jump you! I should know!! I’m that someone!” You poke at your chest, a little too hard.

“So don’t play fucking coy thinking that licking your lips as a waitress brings your meal over isn’t going to get a reaction. The reaction will be me walking out and leaving you both to it!”

He leans in trying to take hold of your hand but you pull away.

“FUUUCK ME Y/N… I can’t make an innocent gesture without it being construed as being seductive or suggestive. I have no clue what the waitress even looked like… I know that my food looked good, I know my lips were dry… I licked my fucking lips Y/N, I just licked them” he sighs.

“Why are we doing this now? Who’s planted the seed of doubt, what’s making you think I want anyone but you?!”

“Here’s the seed of doubt… who’s that?!” Angry tears well in your eyes. You show him the article titled “BTS’s Suga - In Dating Scandal” with a very blurry photo attached.

It’s clearly him with his favourite embroidered bomber jacket, the picture was cropped from security footage so you could only see the two of them walking in what looked like an alleyway, with his hand on the girls arse.

“What the fuck?!” He exclaims “Well that’s obviously me but who the fuck is that” he squints at the picture.

“You tell me, she has long dark hair and you’re keeping her arse warm!”

“But I’ve never even… Wait, when and where is this supposed to have been taken?”

“2 Weeks ago near your HQ”

He scrunches his face and pouts taking a closer look.

“Is this a joke…” he asks

You can feel yourself getting more frustrated, you down your Soju.

“That’s you dickhead!” he laughs

“Don’t you dare..” You’re ready to flip your shit.

“Wait! Let me explain…” he holds up his hands in protest.

“WE! you and I… went to the cafe round the corner, you met me for lunch. WE ended up there for the rest of the day! That’s you drunk on Soju pretending to be Jimin with your cardigan over your head! Not some girl with black hair!… it’s you! He exclaims

“You were drunk and you said I had to take you out the back door because you didn’t want YOUR fans to see you like that!” He has a massive smile forming.

You snatch your phone out of his hand pinching and zooming in. Fuck! Sure enough it’s you, you can see that now, that’s your hair poking out the side of the cardigan, that’s your wrist tattoos and that’s your bag Yoongi’s carrying over his shoulder!

“Fuuuuuck” you feel your face flushing red. Your ears are burning. You fucking fool. You’ve done it again, you’ve let your own insecurities fuck you over.

He leans in to you wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.

You slope back and slowly try to slide down under the table to hide your face from the embarrassment. He stops you, laughing as he pulls you up to him. With one hand round your waist and the other in your hair and softly kisses your pout.

“When” he kisses your bottom lip

“Will you” he kisses your top lip

“Understand” he sucks at your bottom lip

“That I only” he pecks at your mouth

“Want you, nobody else” he kisses you hard, you grab hold of his face and kiss him passionately, your tongues brushing against each others. You move your fingers to his hair while his hand moves to your arse, grabbing it tight as your kisses get more fervent.

You come up for air “I’m sorry, I’m such an arsehole and I’m never drinking again”

“I call bullshit”… he smiles as he leans in kissing you harder.

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Steddie brain rot with some anti Tommy

So maybe I'm rewatching the original US QAF and maybe I'm thinking about that scene with Justin and Chris Hobbs on Liberty Ave.

Hawkins gay scene in the mid-1980s was nothing to write home about, but if you knew where to look, it was there. It was a block of their own, where the businesses were supportive, and the houses were all owned by the queers. Many people saw it as the bad part of the town, but for those who knew, it was a sanctuary. There had an unspoken agreement, they don't out anyone who doesn't want to be outed. There in thier space everyone was free to be themselves.

There was of course, the Hideout, a little dive bar who's clientele was definitely not straight. There was a convenient store next to it who's workers didn't think twice when two guys would come stumbling in, arms wrapped around each other, looking for condoms. In fact they hung information posters up, reminding people that condoms and safe sax wasn't just to prevent pregnancy. They were advocating for themselves, each other when the local government(or national) had failed to do so. There was a little shop, advertising 18+ that sold things that would have Regan yuppies and the moral majority raising thier nose and clutching thier pearls. But it was a place that accepted the queer community.

Finally, there was Diane's diner across from there, a 24 hour restaurant that has been a place of solace for the folks that usually have to hide. It's also a place where the local AIDs coalition meets to coordinate meal delivery for those in Hawkins and the surrounding small towns who cannot leave thier house, too sick. Many of them don't even have family of thier own to take care of them. Everyone from the Party, both older teens and the teens still is high school often went to these, volunteering to make food, and Steve promising to drive it wherever it needs to go.

But tonight Steve, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argylewere here to hang out at the Hideout. Corroded Coffin wasn't playing but they wanted to get out, be themselves. They wanted to drink, and dance, and not have to pretend for one night.

They walked as a group out of the bar, all holding onto each other. Liquid courage helping them put down thier inhibitions. Jonathan holding Argyle close by the waist, Nancy letting Robin wrap her arm around her shoulders while she slides her hand into Robin's back pocket, and Eddie pulling Steve under his arm, forgetting the meaning of personal space.

They let themselves be free here. Even their clothes were a little louder, allowing themselves to dress more butch, dress more feminine, dress gaudy, dress slutty, just dress how they like. Robin wore a dress shirt and a loose tie, contrasting the tight pants and loud makeup, Nancy wore a sleeveless, fitted button down, cut to show off her torso and high waisted denim shorts and a belt. Argyle wore his regular clothes, already loud enough, but loved that Jonathan was wearing his torn Clash shirt held together with safety pins, and tight leather pants and heavy boots. Finally, Eddie, like Argyle usually dresses loud enough, but opting to pair his black jeans with a cropped Metallica shirt this time, showing off the little tattoo low on his stomach, just above his groan that says Steve, having Gareth stick and poke it on him in his living room 3 weeks before. He wore a black hankie in his left pocket. But Steve, the polo princess himself, was the most shocking change. He wore short black shorts with a cropped mesh top, he had mid calf socks on and tennis shoes. He even wore eyeliner and strawberry lip gloss(his favorite since the summer he worked at Scoops.) Of course he wore a matching hankie but in his right pocket, loving being put on display, being able to share that he's with Eddie.

They are all laughing and having fun, when suddenly Steve stops in his tracks, causing Eddie and the other's to stop too. "What is it baby?" Eddie whispers.

"Look." He points with his head getting them all to look over at the group of people coming from the other direction towards the bar. People didn't come down here unless they were queer, and this group had no right being their. It was Tommy, with his arm wrapped around Carol, a couple of the other keg boys Steve used to hang out with, and thier girlfriends. All of these people he has heard torment queer (or suspected queer) kids in high school even if he wasn't out yet(though Tommy knew) "Why are they here?!" He is pissed.

Robin grabs his shoulder softly, "It's fine, Steve. How about we just go home?" Steve looks back at her incredulously. Jonathan is nodding, agreement in his face. They both look nervous. Steve guesses that people like Robin and Jonathan didn't necessarily have the best experience in High school having to deal with people like Tommy...like him. And he wants to fix that.

"They have no right to be here." He says anger still in his voice. Eddie pulls him closer, kissing his cheek. "Stevie, what do you wanna do?"

"Just give me a moment..." He holds up a finger, before pulling away. They all watch as he walks up to the other group. The beer and the couple shots of vodka making him braver.

"Harrington?" Tommy asks, almost laughing. "What the fuck are you wearing? God, I knew you would eventually fuckin lose it and come out as fucking fairy." The rest of Steve's group coming up behind him, he wishes they wouldn't have since now they are going to get wrapped up in this. A few people walk the streets on either side of them, coming and going from the bar.

"What are you doing down here, Tommy?" Steve spits, ignoring the previous comments.

Tommy steps closer, Carol under his arm. "You know, checking out the freaks." He sneers.

Steve leans closer "Down here, you're the freak." He grins, matching the ugly sneer on Tommy's face.

"What did you call me, faggot?" He pushes closer getting to close to Steve. Hearing and seeing this, Eddie walks closer, stepping between the two men. But Steve barely notices. Instead he pulls away, turning to the crowd forming around them

"Hey excuse me. Ugh this is Tommy Hagan. He just called me a faggot." There were a few gasps, with Robin smiling at him as the other's in his group looking dumbfounded. Tommy's group was equally as confused.

"Tommy doesn't like faggots. Or.." a big smile forms across his face. "Maybe he likes them more than he thinks."

"Shut up, Harrington." Tommy says behind gritted teeth.

Steve just smirks and finishes. "He let me suck his cock. The faggot gave Tommy Hagan a blow job." Steve leans back in his face, past Eddie. "And he loved it."

He is referring to a time sophomore when Steve blew him after school in the locker room. Steve was just realizing he was bi, and they wanted to do it. But Tommy never wanted to talk about it again after it, even if Steve had made him cum moaning his name, too ashamed, gaslit Steve into believing for years it was just him, that Tommy didn't really like it.

Tommy is shaking with anger as his friends look at him. With the growing crowd, he knew he couldn’t fight Steve here. So he shoves his finger in Steve’s chest and says "You are so fucking dead, Harrington." Before turning around storming off.

His friends gather around him, so fucling proud of him, pulling him into hugs. Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s waist from behind, pulling him close and kissing his cheek. "You go, baby girl."

And Steve can't help but glow, walking to his Beemer, clinging to his friends. He knows tomorrow when this gets out, his life will be hell but for tonight, he's happy.

#stranger things fanfiction #ficlet #steddie #ronance #jargyle #steve harrington #Eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #jonathan byers #argyle #tommy hagan #queer as folk

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