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queenimmadolla · 3 months

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𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

(eddie munson x pregnant!reader)

Summary: You and Eddie discuss your current pregnancy craving...or, in which you want something not all that common of a craving and ridiculously difficult to get a hold of, and Eddie teases you over it even though you both know he's going to get it for you.

warnings: references to baby making activities.

a/n: those damn tiktoks keep getting to me. lil drabble. more dad!eddie here. masterlist.

Pregnancy was not something Eddie Munson believed he would ever understand. Wasn’t something he thought he’d have to do.

Until—at the very responsible age of twenty─he took to finishing inside of you and one of his swimmers took. Played hide-and-seek for a good five months before either of you knew she was there.

You hadn’t started showing until about two or three weeks after finding out, and now at almost seven months, you had the cutest baby bump Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off, a ravenous hunger for the most peculiar things and absolutely no tolerance for the weirdest fucking things; the sound of kernels popping made you want to throw up, and so did the scent of baked goods and the ‘air on Tuesdays’ (Eddie was still trying to work that one out).

Whatever you wanted, Eddie got you. Albeit, with tons of questions asked. Like, right now.

It was late in the evening, chilly throughout the trailer but warm in the room thanks to the trusty space heater Eddie had had for years. The both of you had traded your day clothes for pajamas, so you were in one of his t-shirts and nothing else while he was only clad in a pair of sweats because his body temperature always ran a little on the hot side, and you were curled right up to him. Your head had been previously nuzzling into the crook of his neck, placing kisses over the tendons there and nosing along his jaw but now it was craned back, batting those pretty eyelashes up at him with pleading eyes and a pout.

“Pleeeaaaaase, Eddie?”

“Branzino.” Eddie repeated your request with amused disbelief.

“It’s low in mercury, so I can eat it.”

“Branzino.”

“It’s what she wants!” You chirped, moving a hand to rest over your growing bump. Baby Munson, your little Penny, had recently learned she had legs and could stretch them out in there. Despite the two of you settling down, she seemed to be filled with energy; you could feel her moving around, targeting certain areas with her kicks. She’d been pretty still for a good hour or two so you thought she might have woken up from a nap.

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, quirking his brows with lidded eyes, so engrossed with how caring you were for his baby already.

Witnessing you go from awkwardly acknowledging her existence with a pat or uncertain conversation to almost always having a hand over your bump, as if to protect her from a threat while talking to her as though she was already cradled in your arms, had Eddie always so tender with emotion.

He was so proud and in love.

You hummed in confirmation and when Eddie’s hand moved your (his) shirt up, you immediately grasped his wrist to place his palm over the area your baby’s foot was currently pressing up against. Eddie grinned as he felt the movement just under the warmth of your skin, firm and held surprisingly long before it retreated and he rubbed over the area as you relaxed further into him.

“She was stretching.” He correctly deduced.

“Mhm, she’s been kicking the heck out of my ribcage, so I think her head is right here.” You placed your free hand over your bump, just under your left breast, “She only got active after we showered, so she just woke up.”

Eddie felt a little guilty about that, it had probably been him railing you against the shower wall that stirred her from her slumber.

“Sorry, sweet pea.” He mumbled, continuing to rub your belly if not somewhat more apologetic, “I’m just so excited that I can’t get your mom pregnant right now, ‘cause we already have you, and she’s just so horn—“

Eddie laughed as you delivered a swift whack to his chest with the back of your hand, fighting a smile as he teased you through an attempt to talk to your baby.

“Excuse me, you were the one trying to feel me up on the couch!”

“No, I did feel you up. And if I recall correctly, which I do, it was my fingers you were cum—“

“Distracting!” You pointed an accusatory finger in his face, booping the tip of his nose with it, “You’re trying to distract me. Branzino.”

“Ugh,” Eddie sagged into the pillows, but the smirk on his face told you you’d be getting exactly what you wanted, like always. He just liked to give you a hard time. Banter with you was like foreplay to him. “Alright, alright. Since you must have your fish dish─”

“I must,” You placed the back of your hand against your forehead as you fell dramatically back into the pillows.

“And since she’s craving it─”

“She wants branzino so badly and I’d get it for her myself but I’m utterly exhausted─no, not because we had sex,” You had immediately clocked the grinch like twist in his smirk at your mentioning of exhaustion, “I’ll have you know I probably made a good chunk of her brain today. That takes energy. Dedication. And she probably sucked the bone marrow out of me to do it, or something.”

Eddie threw his head back and howled with laughter. You giggled along with him but tried to reason, “Okay, I’m not being completely dramatic, though! She really does steal some of my own body to make hers! I could lose my teeth, Eddie. I read it in a book.”

The bed shook with how hard Eddie was laughing and you delighted in being the reason behind it. Once he calmed down, his head lulled to the side, cheeks red from all that amusement and warm brown hues focused on you.

“You read it in a book, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Ask your doctor about it?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“…’Cause I’m scared she’ll say it’s true.”

You sent Eddie into another laughing fit. When he was done with that one, he launched himself out of bed and you snuggled into the spot he’d occupied—so warm and cozy—to watch him grab a shirt and hoodie from the closet, and his jacket from where he’d thrown it on the dresser. A beanie was shoved on his head and as he wrapped the scarf you’d gotten him around his neck, he eyed you with mirth twinkling in his pretty eyes.

“Branzino in the middle of winter.”

“It’s what she wants!”

“It’s what she wants.” He conceded with a fond smile, “I’ll be back after like an hour and a half of driving around to find a Greek place open so you can replenish your bone marrow with it somehow and grow the rest of her brain.”

You hummed in appreciation, beaming at him as he neared you to lean over and get a thorough kiss goodbye.

“Thank you,” You mumbled shyly against his mouth.

“You don’t have to thank me . . . but you’re welcome.” He teased.

Driving around in the cold didn't seem all that terrible with you blowing him kisses from the bed, and his baby growing inside you.

That damn fish was so worth it.

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deadsetobsessions · 18 days

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This is based off of that one tiktok from @sorruna where it’s the audio from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse.

——

Dick Grayson was a sneaky, intelligent little shit.

He was also dumb. These things are not mutually exclusive.

To this day, one of his best kept secrets- one of the many, many that he had now- was something he’d take to his grave.

Or to Jason’s grave, at least.

Dick sat down and began telling the story to ears that would never truly hear it.

——

Batman’s voice rumbled behind him as Dick, in his Robin suit, stood blankly on top of a roof.

“I know you snuck out last night, Robin.”

Dick froze, train of thought about his dinner derailed. Holy busted, Batman! Quick! Play dumb!

“Who’s Robin?” He asked, the years of performing in front of a large crowd coming to save his ass.

Not that dumb!

Batman sent him a dry look, reprimand already poised on his lips. Dick, however, was nothing but a good performer. Nay, a dedicated performer.

Quick! Do something out of character! He shouted at himself, panicking visibly. He stepped backwards, an idea appearing in his head. In his defense, it sounded like an amazing idea at the time. He had no idea it would blow up into a Justice League issue. If he had known… Dick would have lied better, probably. There was no way he was going to let B bench him for weeks!

“Who the fuck are you?!” He yelped. Dick apologized mentally to Alfred and his parents. Batman paused, stunned.

“That’s my question. Who are you?!” Bruce asked, immediately hostile. His son doesn’t curse. Well, not in any normal way anyways. Dick quickly backpedaled by yelling at him with a heavy Vlax dialect, missing his parents terribly as he screamed stranger danger in rudimentary Romany. After this, he was going to have to convince Bruce to get him a language tutor. He refused to forget one of the only ties he had left to his parents.

“Wait, wait- you’re my son.” Bruce replied back, in perfect Romany. He looked more convinced but still skeptical.

“My dad is a circus performer! Not a flying rat!” Dick screeched back. He couldn’t help but feel touched about Bruce seeing him like a son.

“Oy! Keep it down out there, you assholes! Some of us like our sleep, damn!” A random Gothamite screamed out of their window.

“Yo, shut the fuck up! The vigilantes are helping to keep the rent low, motherfucker!” Another Gothamite shouted back.

….

Needless to say, Bruce quickly brought Dick back to the cave- with precautions to make sure he didn’t figure out where the Cave was if Dick was actually someone else.

——

“You would have loved it, Little Wing. B was running around like a headless chicken. The memory loss protocol was actually made because of me, you know.” Dick chuckled, sniffling as he talked to the carved gravestone.

It did not reply.

——

The blood tests came back. Yeppers, Dick sarcastically thought, who woulda thought I’m me?

Reinforcements were called in.

Meaning, Batgirl.

“Watch him while I contact Justice League Dark.”

“You think it’s magic?” Barbara asked.

“Yes. There was no one else near our vicinity that could affect Dick like this. He has no head wounds.”

“Eesh. Okay, go. I’ll watch him.”

Bruce disappeared in his zeta tube, looking harried. So, to everyone that’s not a Bat, he looked absolutely terrifying.

“What did you get yourself into now, Boy Wonder?” Barbara sighed. Dick was careful to keep any signs of recognition out of his face.

“Stop calling me that! Where are my parents?!” He asked back. Barbara coughed and looked uncomfortably away.

That’s right, Babs. I’m pulling out the orphan card. Feel bad. Dick hid his feral grin.

“They’re… uh, busy.” Busy being dead, Barbara thought, immediately wincing at her own thoughts. Apparently, Dick thought the excuse was lame too, and he sent her an incredulous look.

“Would you like refreshments, Master Dick?”

“What?”

Alfred held out some cookies on a platter, giving Babs a quelling look as she tried to reach for his share.

“Oh, wow, these are really good!” Dick said as he shoveled cookies into his mouth. He tried to replicate the reaction he had when he tried these for the first time, and from Alfred’s satisfied look, Dick nailed it.

——

“Robin doesn’t remember who he is.” Batman rumbled as he all but dragged Zatanna and Constantine by the scuff of their jackets towards the zeta tubes.

“Hey, wait-”

“We have no time.” Batman snarled, tossing the two magic users into the zeta. He punched in the destination.

When they got there, he glared at the two magic users until they got into the cave.

“Damn, Bats. Really living up to your name, huh?”

“Not bad,” Zatanna said as she looked around.

“Robin,” Batman- Bruce- reminded them. He did a quick glance over to check on his kids, and found them satisfactorily uninjured. Though, Barbara was looking worse for wear. Bruce quickly found out why as she stalked to him.

“You deal with him.” She muttered. “I’m going home.”

Bruce blinked and nodded. “Get home safe.”

Zatanna and Constantine followed Batman as he walked towards Robin. It was odd to see the normally laughing child frown.

“It’s you! The kidnapper! Where are my parents?!”

Bruce winced which, for him, was akin to a full body flinch and recoil. No wonder Barbara was so tired.

“Fix it.”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Batsy.” Constantine grumbled.

“Well help, Batman. Though… I’m not sure if he should be doing that.”

Bruce sharply turned his head back to where Dick was. Emphasis on was. Because now, he’s halfway up the giant dinosaur the Robin had insisted they keep.

“Robin, get down from there!”

“Stranger Danger!” Dick hollered back.

Batman- Bruce Wayne- sighed.

“That’s high level magic,” Zatanna hummed. “I can’t feel anything, but I know for sure that he won’t die. Magic like that either dissipates naturally or…”

“Lasts forever,” Constantine finished.

Bruce groaned, shooting off a grappling line and swooping upwards to catch Dick as he fell from the giant dinosaur.

——

“I pretended to get my memories back later,” Dick chuckled. “And pretended to forget the whole thing. Bruce was so relieved that I stopped knocking things over and trying to do cartwheels in high places that he totally forgot I snuck out.”

Dick patted the headstone.

“But between you and me? I’m pretty sure Alfred knew. I think B pissed him off that week.”

#y’all is the Romani language spelled Romany #idk if im reading that wrong but did you know the Vlad dialect is the most widespread?#nightwing #dick grayson robin #dick grayson #dick grayson’s gaslight gatekeeper girl boss moment #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Batman and the trials of parenthood #google what to do when your vigilante child seems to have forgotten that he’s a vigilante #Batman using the magic Justice League like a wiki how #minors angst disguised as crack #also my favorite thing to write is brice and dick coping by talking to graves #but not actually talking to the grave’s owner who is actually alive #dick gets better about it #Bruce? not really #English is the fucking worst #Jason Todd #jason Todd’s grave

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readychilledwine · 2 months

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Auralism

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

Does this tiktok do something to you?

If you listen to his voice and suddenly feel true sexual arousal, you may have a form of Auralism. Auralism is the sexual arousal to sound. It could be voices, music, an ASMR trigger, etc. The most common in females is arousal from voices, and that's what I will be working with today. So, whoever your dream man saying "Hello Feyre Darling," is, I need you to think about him as you are reading this.

Auralism is a way of practicing what sex experts call "mindful sensuality" or the practice of using certain skills to enhance emotional and mental erotica. This typically involves using more senses than just touch and vision. Auralism focuses on specifically the sound aspect and a bit of imagination.

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Rhysand x Reader

Warnings - degradation, dirty talk, slight voyeurism, inferred poly!batboys

Being High Lady of the Night Court held several responsibilities, but your least favorite was, and would always be, the Court of Nightmares.

Rhys kissed you one more time as the doors to the throne room sat closed. “We'll finish what we started later, I promise. I will not leave you unsatisfied for long.”

Gods, that timber. The purr. You felt his voice setting heat through your body and did the best to push the feeling away.

Rhys held the wine glass to your lips, watching you drink it as his hand ran the length of your inner thigh. His gaze went back to Keir, his eyes almost narrowing. “The High lady looks beautiful tonight, nephew.”

You felt the predatory shift in Rhys, felt the mating bond grow tight. “My mate is always delicious, uncle. You'd be smart to remove your eyes from her.” His voice went straight to your cunt this time, a wave of heat landing there. Oh really? His high lord voice always turned you on, the command of it, the strict tone.

Keir nodded, walking away, just as your thighs pushed together. His lips brushed your ear, that deep voice hitting you again. “I see I may have left you too desperate, my star.” His hand trailed the valley of your breasts, settling on your lower stomach. “I do wonder if I can get you off just from speaking. Is that possible, darling? To have you come on my lap with such little effort?”

You whimpered again. Head falling into his shoulder. Each letter off his tongue was dipped in honey, sending wave after wave of arousal through you. You kept your thighs together now, knowing in this dress spreading them would put your glistening core on display.

As if he sensed your feelings, he pushed them apart slightly, a growl escaping him and his eyes growing dark as he looked. “Cauldron boil me, you will cum from this, won't you? Have you gotten too good at playing the role of my whore, y/n darling? Should I fuck on you on this throne and let everyone watch?”

“Rhys,” it was meant to be a warning to stop, but it came out as a soft moan.

“You'll be saying my name over and over later, begging me to keep going as I fuck you so hard our bed breaks. You always feel so good, wrapped tight around my cock.”

Your core clenched, the coil starting to slowly build. “-and look at you now,” he continued. “Wearing an expensive dress, dripping onto my thigh. When this damned party is over, I will bend you over this throne.”

You moaned his name again. That purr was doing something to you that you've never had happen. “I bet if I spread your legs further, Azriel would be able to see how wet you are from his spot at the back of the room. Cassian can probably smell and taste you.”

The general had a small smirk on his face as he kept his spot behind Rhysand and the throne. Azriel had his eyes locked in you two, a single brow kissing his hairline.

“I might let them stay and watch if you wanted. Let them watch me claim you over and over until you're soaking me. Once I'm done with you, maybe I'll let them play too."

“Rhys-” You were so close, snuggling further into his lap, thighs pressed back together and rubbing.

“Uh-uh,” his hand pushed them apart enough for his pleasure again. “Your High Lord wants to see how desperate his whore is. Gods, look at you. Look at you clenching at nothing, about to cum from my voice alone.”

His name left your throat in a quiet needing moan and Cassian looked down with a full smirk now. A voice cold as death came from the other side of him. A voice Rhys knew you found attractive. “Release my High Lady from her misery.”

“Cum for me,” Rhysand whispered into your ear, kissing the shell of it gently. “Cum for us.”

The coil snapped, your back arching against his chest as Cassian placed a hand over your mouth. “And now look at you, coming with no effort on my part, forcing our general to have to cover your mouth so I don't have to kill everyone here to getting to listen to the noises that are for me and me alone. Pathetic little thing, aren't you?"

Rhys switched to his High Lord voice again. “Cassian, take the High Lady somewhere to clean her up.”

Cassian nodded, picking you up from Rhysand's lap as your high ended. “Come, my lady, let me take care of you.”

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empresskylo · 1 year

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ghost doesn’t realize how touch-starved he is until you are bandaging him up. inspired by this beauty and the beast scene

a/n: i am literally so horny for this man. i have never even played cod lmao. the men from the new campaign just started popping up on my tiktok feed and now here i am. so i apologize if this is ooc for ghost… like i said, i have no idea what this game is about. but i can’t get these big boys out of my head… making me go feral fr.

cw: blood

simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓

Ghost laid propped against the wall as you dabbed his wound on his thigh with a cold, damp cloth. He hissed, slightly moving his leg away from your grip. “Hold still!”

You could hear him mumble swears under his breath as you continued to work. “For someone so big, you really are such a baby,” you teased lightly under your breath, the adrenaline rush making you a bit more confident with your lieutenant. “I told ya I can wait till we’re back at base,” his deep voice growled, his teeth clearly clenching as your fingers pried through the exposed tissue searching for the bullet lodged in the flesh.

“Don’t be an idiot. You’ll bleed out everywhere and I don’t want to have to clean it up. And if you pass out from the lack of blood, you really think I can carry you back?” You couldn’t see, but Ghost smiled under his mask at your sudden snarky remarks. He hadn’t seen this side of you before.

He grunted in response. Ghost’s eyes studied you, concentration flushing across your face as you worked at the opening in this thigh. You felt the pressure under his intense watch. His eyes traced up to your forehead where your hair was matted with blood. “Your head,” he muttered, his own hand pointing up by his eyebrow.

“Huh?” you asked, tearing your eyes away to look at him. You mirrored him and reached a hand up and grazed your brow then looked back at your fingers. They were red. “Oh. I… Must have hit my head.” Everything had happened so fast, you didn’t even remember getting hurt.

“You should-“ Ghost began before you interrupted.

“I’ll be fine . I need to get the bullet out of you first. So, for the last time, quit moving!”

Ghost chuckled, “Sound like me.” You rolled your eyes, hearing the irony as you repeated the same thing Ghost had said to you earlier: I’ll be fine.

Your hands were covered in Ghost’s blood as you worked to remove the tiny bullet. Ghost sat perfectly still. You glanced up at him, his face stoic under his mask as he observed, still as he could be. Apparently, he did know how to listen.

“Just pull the damn thing out,” he grunted. You finally got ahold of the metal and tore it from his thigh. You held it up in success, a slight smile on your face.

“I was about to get it out anyways, this has nothing to do with your demands.”

“Mhm,” he mumbled as he adjusted his position.

Your fingers danced along his exposed skin as you began to apply a bandage to his open wound. Ghost could feel goosebumps rise where your fingers trailed. His body focused on the movement of your fingers, he couldn’t even feel the pain he should definitely be feeling right now.

After you finished, you rested your hands on his thigh a few inches above your work and let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. “ There ,” you said with relief. Ghost’s ears pinked under his mask, your warm touch radiating through his trousers, your hands a little too high up for comfort. You, however, hadn’t noticed the intimacy of your touch.

You shifted your stance and sat facing Ghost. You held out a clean cloth, wanting him to clean the cut that sliced through your forehead. He stared at you. You rolled your eyes. Did you have to explain everything? “I can’t see,” you said, pointing to your forehead. Ghost reluctantly took one of his gloves off and grabbed the wet linen from you. You leaned closer and closed your eyes. Ghost swallowed hard. He slowly brought his hand up to the cut that ran from your hairline and right through your eyebrow. After dabbing away the blood you handed him a bandage and some bandage tape. Ghost huffed. “I’m not your bloody nurse.”

“I’m not yours either but you didn’t see me complaining,” you retorted. Ghost refrained from rolling his eyes and slipped off his other glove than took the supplies from you. He was familiar with treating injuries, at least until the person was able to get seen by a proper medical professional. So why was he suddenly acting flustered?

His hand gently rested on your forehead as he lined the bandage up. He couldn’t avoid touching your skin, his fingers being pulled towards you against his better judgment. Your skin felt like fire beneath his fingertips. Ghost couldn’t remember the last time he touched someone this gently. He took the ripped bits of tape and secured the bandage in place. His fingers lingered, then softly skimmed the side of your face and fluttered through your hair. How he missed the warm feeling he got when he caressed someone so delicately. He was so used to vulgar aggressiveness, he almost forgot that he was capable of such embraces. You kept your eyes shut even though you wanted to open them in surprise at Ghost’s lingering touch. Having been away from everyone in your life for so long made you desperate for someone to squeeze you tight. To hold you close. To just keep your bed warm beside you. You hadn’t even realized how deprived of touch you truly were until Ghost touched you with his calloused hands.

You opened your eyes and Ghost’s own locked on yours, both of your breathing the only sound in the small room. He quickly yanked his hand away, clearly embarrassed. He’d curse his hand out later for having a mind of its own. He flexed his hand, rubbing it with his other. He debated on apologizing but found it hard to speak. Before he could finish his thought, you grabbed his wrist.

He mumbled your name, his accent dripping over his words heavier than usual. His gaze was always so intense, but you didn’t back down.

He froze as he watched you, curious of your next move. You both had understood what happened without even speaking—a sort of silent acknowledgment of the way you both were touch-starved, the only connection with another body prior to this being through violence.

You scooted closer to him and pulled his arm so it draped around your shoulder. You tentatively leaned against his chest, feeling his breathing deepen. Ghost felt tense underneath you, his body rigid. Feeling bold and empty, you grabbed his hand and laced it with yours, the heat transfer from holding someone skin to skin a feeling you hadn’t experienced in months. It was comforting and relieving. As much as it flustered Ghost, he also felt a huge feeling of relief as your hands warmed against one another. His fingers closed and gripped your hand back. You could feel him slightly relax, his body molding to yours.

He could smell your shampoo as your head sat propped under his chin. When was the last time he held someone like this? He couldn’t quite remember. To be honest, he hadn’t thought about these types of things until now.

After a long pause, you felt Ghosts chest rumble as he spoke. “I think this is the longest you’ve gone without rambling on about somethin’.”

Your lips quirked up in a slight smile. You both knew things were going to be awkward the moment you faced each other and made your way back to base. Ghost was especially concerned with the fact that one of his soldiers would know how weak he had acted.

But with both of your faces out of view from the other, softly intertwined, everything felt… good .

“Mhm, don’t get used to it,” you said quietly. Ghost could hear the sleep in your speech. He pondered a moment. At least you were both safely inside the building having already prowled the area for enemies. Maybe it was okay if he let you rest a minute? And not because Ghost didn’t want to break away from your hold, but because both of you were wounded and he knew better than to push through something like that when he had the time to regain his strength.

Ghost hadn’t realized his thumb began absentmindedly stroking circles against your skin, his grip around you tightening slightly.

part 2

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melonnmiru · 7 months

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being a professional volleyball player had gotten kiyoomi an onslaught of— albeit, somewhat unhinged, fans.

he'd never say he hated his fans. in fact, he appreciated their constant support for his growth as both a person and a way too attractive volleyball player. however, the way some of them would show their support was rather... unique for his standards.

the two of you were sprawled out on the couch, you mindlessly scrolling through tiktok, and him ultimately deciding to do the same. this was one of the few times he ever even went on the damn app and the first thing he's greeted with is an edit of him from his most recent game. he somehow felt inclined to open the comments but a part of him knew his scowl would only deepen if he did.

you leaned over and tried to smooth out the crease in between his brows with a hum. "you gotta give them credit, 'omi. you look really hot there."

"it's a 15 second video of me drinking water."

"still hot."

he rolled his eyes, switching his phone off and leaning on your shoulder. you went back to running through his hair with one hand, and scrolling on tiktok with the other.

while kiyoomi was mainly focused on how nice it felt to have your fingers gently carding through his hair, he was also listening along to the random audios that played each time you scrolled onto another video. eventually, a song oddly familiar to kiyoomi started up on your phone.

wait.

kiyoomi paused, turning to look up at you in a comically slow manner with a grimace painted on his face. you bit back a laugh at his sour expression, batting your eyelashes back at him. "what's wrong, my sweetheart, honeybunch, sugarplum, light of my life?"

"ignoring those disgusting pet names— is that the same edit i just saw?"

the familiar song played faintly as you offered him an innocent grin. you glanced at your phone then back at him, quickly swiping up. "edit? don't know what you're talking about."

alas, the algorithm knew you a bit too well. maybe it was coming after you with the fact yet another kiyoomi edit popped up after you swiped. the two of you stared at the screen silently, your thumb sliding over to press another button.

"...what a coincidence, huh 'om-"

"did you just favorite it?"

you didn't respond. he shifted closer to grab your phone, you leaned away. this ultimately led to you and kiyoomi wrestling for your phone. as you two were tugging at your phone, it slid to unsurprisingly, another kiyoomi edit.

"i'm gatekeeping these, get off!"

"they're literally edits of me!"

eventually, he decided to dig his fingers in your sides, causing you to break into what sounded like a mixture of a scream and manic laughter. he smiled triumphantly, using his free hand to grab your phone from your— now weak grasp and going straight to your favorites.

he scrolled through the random collection of cooking tutorials he knows you won't do, cat videos you've shown him multiple times, and of course, edits of him. from clips of him from interviews to his monstrous spikes, you had it all.

"this is— an invasion of privacy!" you whined, trying to get your phone back to no avail. kiyoomi looked through all your saved edits with an amused look. "think you might be even more obsessed than these fans." he teased, his shoulders shaking as a chuckle escaped his lips.

"god, can't someone enjoy videos of their jaw-droppingly handsome, gorgeous, hot, attractive boyfriend in peace?"

"not when you're right next to said handsome boyfriend, watching those videos on the highest possible volume."

you waved off his quip, "details, details." you propped your head on his shoulder and watched in silent amusement as he regrettably decided to open the comments on one of the edits. he's not even sure how some of these comments slipped past community guidelines, while some were rather tame, gushing about how good he looked, some were so depraved he thought he was going to get permanent frown lines just by looking at them.

"if you though that was bad, you should see what i say on twitter."

for the sake of his sanity, kiyoomi decides against checking your twitter account.

my 31 pending school reqs will not stop me from kiyoomi posting!!

#♡ crumpled paper #i dont like this 1 but i cant bring myself to work on it anymore its been like 2 weeks 😭😭#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x you #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x you #sakusa fluff

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moon-rivr · 5 months

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idk if you know the water-tyla tiktok trend where the girl is bouncing their booty in front of the camera, but i imagine miguel’s girl doing that and he’s standing from behind watching her but soon when she about to twerk her booty to the beat he immediately rushes towards infront of her and goes ‘ain’t no fucking way yall seeing my girl’s ass’ HED BE SI POSSESSIVE UGHHH

water

(he looks so pretty pouting in this LMAOO)

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: cockwarming

author’s note: bit of a short one, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless. i did change it up a bit but not too much

word count: 854

"Miguel, come onnn. Just take a break, at least for a little bit."

You practically whined as you begged your boyfriend for what to be the 50th time now to take a break after he spent most of the morning in front of his computer. "You know I'd take a break if I could but I have to get this ethics paper done," he spoke up, not bothering to look up as he continued typing away. You let out a small grumble in response, sitting down on the couch as you scrolled through tiktok in order to pass the time.

You'd tried to offer some under the desk assistance earlier, but your efforts were quickly dismissed when Miguel repeated that this was an important paper. You scrolled through, a new trend popping up on your page consistently. You figured that you'd give it a try, even if you wouldn't post it.

While you were pretty open about your relationship with Miguel on social media, that didn't stop the messages and comments that you received under your videos. Most of them were pretty supportive while some of them asked you to dump Miguel in hopes that you'd date them instead. You usually ended up deleting those comments before Miguel berated them for even suggesting that.

You propped up your phone on the nightstand as you checked your attire on the screen, satisfied by the way the top and leggings you had on fit. The leggings gave your butt a lift, the material accentuating every curve as you moved around. You set a timer, turning around to shake your ass once you heard it go off. You tried to keep up with the hand movements as you moved your butt, eventually giving up after you messed up.

You decided to try it out once more after being unsatisfied with your previous attempts, putting the timer on your phone as you waited for it to go off. "What do you think you're doing?" You heard from behind you, your eyes widening as you saw Miguel standing at the doorframe. "I thought you had an ethics paper to work on," you countered, starting off with the dance before getting lifted off the air. "I couldn't focus with the damn song playing over and over again," he said, his teeth gritting together as he stepped closer to you.

"No way in hell that these cabrones that follow you are gonna be staring at your ass," he grumbled, turning your phone off as he placed you on his shoulder. "I thought I didn't matter to you, with your paper and all," you spoke up, using a cheap manipulation tactic to get out of trouble though you were certain it wasn't gonna work. "So what? I don't pay you attention for four hours and you're already seeking validation from other men?" He asked, his tall frame imposing yours as he set you down.

You pouted as you looked up at him, batting your lashes innocently. "I'm sorry, Miguel. I just wanted some attention," you responded, trying to get him to sympathize for you a bit. He let out a small grumble, sitting down at the kitchen table as he spread his legs out. "And you should know that only I get to see you move your ass like that," he told you, his tone sounding agitated as he spoke. The sound of his belt clicking made your head tilt, seeing that Miguel had beckoned you to walk over.

You pushed your leggings down, wrapping your arms around Miguel’s neck as your cunt engulfed his cock. Your pussy clenched up around him and you were about to move when Miguel’s strong hands pinned you down. "No movement until I'm done with this essay. You wanted to be impatient so deal with it. No pouting either."

You buried your head into his neck, trying to entice him into postponing the essay he had to do. You slightly nipped at the skin, kissing down his collarbone as you marked him up. "Pinche puta impaciente. You're not pleased with anything, hm?" He spoke up after you clenched around him once more, your cunt practically leaking as his cock buried deep inside of you. (fucking impatient whore) "I just wanna spend some time with you, Miguel," you repeated, your hands coming to touch his abs under his shirt. “I don’t treat you good enough, that what this is?”

"If I get up from this kitchen table, you're not getting up without having shaky legs tomorrow," he warned you, but you moved your hips as you moved down his cock. You knew that you were testing your luck, but you just needed him so badly. He got up from the kitchen table, your legs wrapping around his waist as he led you to the bedroom. You were under the impression that he was finally taking a break from his essay when he took you inside, but the way that he looked down at you and the way that he tossed you into the bed quickly pushed those thoughts away.

You were definitely in for a long night.

(i couldn’t stop thinking ab this video as i was writing)

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hoseokieswrld · 4 months

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STILL DON’T KNOW MY NAME | JJK (M)

CHAPTER TWO:

Pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader

Summary: In which a video game streamer, Jeon Jungkook, finds- and is intrigued by - an account that writes nsfw fanfiction about him and decides to send them a private message. He still doesn't know your name.

Genre: smut, pwp, internet strangers to lovers

Category: three-shot

Collab with: @dollfaceksj -> her masterlist

WARNINGS: sexting, explicit sexual content, strong language, pornography, cybersex, exchanging in nude photos, hidden identities. mentions of porn, masturbation (male and female), usage of sex toys, saliva (cus i like it messy🤭), mentions of pubes, cum (lots if it hehe), mentions of blow jobs, dirty talk.

total word count: 6.3k. masterlist previous next part

Two days.

Two post-horny days since Jungkook has sent you that dm…that you have yet to reply to. Why did I even send that? Get it together and stop being so fucking horny all them damn time. Jungkook mentally scolds himself. He quickly pushes you out of his mind, remembering he has bigger fish to fry than worry about a dumb Twitter reply.

That day, Jungkook goes to the grocery store, desperately needing to stock up on a few things since he hasn’t eaten a proper meal in almost a week, living off of spicy buldak ramen and doritos. He continues his errands by dropping Bam off at his doggy camp for the week, still needing to be trained a bit more, which also gives Jungkook quiet time to clean his house and edit videos.

Jungkook sits at his desk editing a few videos he took from his last stream to post onto his Twitter and Instagram. Recently, a lot of his followers have been begging him to make a TikTok account, but Jungkook doesn’t see much appeal in that. Maybe in the future, but it's a no for now.

Jungkook finishes his to-do list a little earlier than usual, which gives him time to relax a bit. And by relax, he means starting a live stream for his followers. He gets to his set up, angling the camera at his chair making sure his desk was clean except for a water bottle. He sits down and tweets out he’s going to be streaming in ten minutes. His followers immediately retweet it and all the replies are begging him to play COD again. How could he reject that?

“What's up guys? Missed me?” Jungkook giggles when he sees the chat blow up with non stop comments. Jungkook also may have forgotten to mention he cut his hair.

kookphoric: U CUT UR HAIR???

Jeonjjjjk: omggg ur hair is so short lol

Jungkookieswrld: how do u look so sexy with long and short hair??

“Haha yeah, the hair was a last minute decision. ‘Omg your hair is so short-’ oh c’mon, you guys are being dramatic, it's not even that short! I still have a mullet…sort of. It's just trimmed, but I also got an undercut. Do you guys like it?”

Kookiejjar: its rlly nice!!

elikoo: i like your long hair a lot but this is still cute

Ashln00: idc what ur hair looks like i still wanna fck LOL

“Haha thanks, I guess? Let's start the stream! Been waiting all day to play with-” Jungkook is cut off by the sound of his phone going off. He grabs it, running his hand through his hair, wanting to silence it, when he sees the notification:

[Twitter] _elicticmoonl1ght sent you a message!

Jungkook feels like someone kicked him in the chest, knocking the breath out of him. You reply to his message all of a sudden during the stream? He notices he hasn’t seen your username and comments in the chat at all like you usually are. Jungkook shakes his head remembering he’s still streaming, and he can’t let something unserious and silly like this distract him.

“U-uhm sorry guys, thought someone was calling me. Nevermind that, let's just start the game now.” Jungkook stutters, being a little flustered, subtly putting his phone on do not disturb as he slips on his headset, pushing the thoughts of you out of his mind. Jungkook finally begins playing and interacting with his followers, the thought of you slowly being pushed to the back of his mind. He’ll deal with you later.

It's been 2 hours, and Jungkook is playing his last round for the night before he ends his stream.

“Fucking finally passed this level. I’ve been playing for 2 fucking hours and I just finished this part. You guys are good, but not that good. Just kidding, I’m kidding.” Jungkook laughs while the chat blows up congratulating and laughing with him.

“Thanks for playing with me guys, as always. I’m gonna end the stream now. Love you guys and goodnight!” Jungkook waves and smiles brightly as the comments bid him a goodbye. And with that he ends the streams. Jungkook is happy and laughing, today's stream was especially fun and his followers were so funny.

Mindlessly, Jungkook picks up his phone to check the time and his emails. His smile quickly drops when he sees the notification from you again. Don’t be a pussy, Jungkook. It's just a random person on the internet, damnit. He hesitantly and nervously clicks on the notification, which logs him into his burner account and straight to your dms.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hiii! sorry i haven't been active here in a few days, got super busy lolll

i haven't opened any dm requests yet but i'm so glad u enjoy my writings!

and maybe you'll just have to find out and see urself baby ;)

Jungkook can feel his cock stir in his pants. Find out and see for himself? And you called him baby? Well shit,. Jungkook wasn’t going to answer you since you hadn’t replied in a while…but he can’t help himself anymore. He’s been anticipating this since he’s found your page.

Ian_97:

You're harsh. How long do you wanna make me wait?

Jungkook slightly cringes sending the message. He isn't the type of guy to chase someone, so it feels weird begging for some attention from someone he doesn’t know. Especially on the internet.

Jungkook sees the three dots pop up, making him a little nervous. Did he scare you off? Do you think he’s a weird pervert now?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

that's not harsh of me. be good and wait a little, yeah?

Be good and wait? Jungkook thinks he might bust on the spot reading that. Usually he isn't the one receiving orders, rather the one giving them. But now, it gives him a tingly feeling in his tummy, that resembles excitement.

Ian_97:

U want me to be good for you? Hmm idk, you took a while to reply.

Just wanted to lyk your stories are good, and i rlly enjoy reading them.

Fanboy much? The last thing he wants you to think is that he’s some lonely loser who dms random girls on Twitter. He’s never done anything like this before. What is he being so weird for? He remembers he’s obviously not talking to the girl in your story, but to a real person- the one who wrote it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well thank u!

oh come on, it wasn’t intentional!!

you're the first guy who’s messaged me that's admitted to reading my stories,

i'm shocked ngl

So now you know he’s a guy. To make it more evident, Jungkook may have put “straight male, 26, no minors” in his bio for you to get the hint…just maybe.

Ian_97:

I'm the first guy to dm u like this?

Your stories never fail to entertain me that’s for sure.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hehe i get a few dms here and there, usually from girls but your account stood out to me more bc ur the first guy i ever seen :0

which is why i accepted ur dm!!

glad ik my stories are reaching a bigger audience LMAO

Ian_97:

I'm glad.

Hope it's not too weird being the first guy to dm you.

But what made you first start writing stories? They’re written really well.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

Definitely not! It's really cool and different to talk about these things with who aren’t women yk?

awe i appreciate that sm ty! :)

it was random tbh, i’d read a bunch of stories online and always thought about writing

but for the past year now i've been watching this streamer and he had me hooked from the start

his tats piercings hair eyes

i guess he was so fine that it persuaded me to write stories LOL

he's my dream man tbh

He’s the reason you started writing? Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness take over him, smiling harder than before. He was able to give you some sort of inspiration to begin writing and it blew up too.

Ian_97:

Of course, I get that.

That's really cool.

Yeah I could see you're a fan of his.

So you go to school? I’m assuming you’re in college correct?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

yea i am! In my last year actually

wbu? :)

Jungkook was guessing you had to be at least 21. Not too bad of an age gap, but you’re still pretty young.

Ian_97:

Nah i dropped out a few years ago, it wasn’t for me.

I got a job instead. Pays good though so I can't complain.

Well that isn’t completely a lie. He did drop out of college and decided to get a job. He was never the school type of guy and had other interests that didn’t involve any schooling. That's how he got into streaming. His free time after work consisted of video games and photography which both together paid well and he quit his job to tend to them more.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

that's rlly nice! school isn't for everyone that’s for sure

glad you found something better than school, i honestly hate it :(

Jungkook can’t help but giggle at your texts. You are cute, sweet at that too. Jungkook swears he’s never blushed this much since he was in middle school.

Ian_97:

So am I, glad I stopped attending.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i have a question…

you seem older than most of my followers

so how did u find my stories? just curious cus this app is huge

it'd be hard to find it unless u were specifically looking for it :0

What lie is he supposed to pull out of his ass now? He can’t make it obvious he’s the guy she writes and fantasizes about. Yea i found you on Twitter because I was horny and you write hot fanfiction about me so I jerked off to it a couple of times.

Ian_97:

I saw Jk trending on Twitter one day and saw one of your stories under a Jungkook hashtag. It was really random.

I went through your account and got hooked.

The feeling was something new to be honest, never read erotica yk.

Alright, believable enough. Jungkook mentally pats himself on the back for that somewhat believable excuse. It's Twitter, you can practically find anything on that app.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

ooo i see!

hmm got you hooked that fast?

i mean i’d take it as a compliment except majority of what i write is smut….unless

you're saying what i think u are?

Ian_97:

Well i don't think i have to say it for you to get it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

oh…

so youre saying you’ve gotten off to my stories?

i mean i'm just guessing since you seem like you're enjoying them more than my

other readers…

i promise i dont think it's weird, if anything it's a huge turn on for me ;)

You’re turned on by the fact he reads your stories? It feels like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders and he can breathe now. For a second, he assumed you’d curse him out, call him a creep, and block him. This was the complete opposite, Jungkook’s heart beats even faster when he gets another notification from you.

[ _elicticmoonl1ght has followed you! ]

Jungkook bites his lip, you finally followed him back after days of no reply. He can’t be more satisfied, but quickly realizes he’s yet to reply to you. He types a message, being bold again, since it seems you have no problem with it.

Ian_97:

Yea i have actually…you caught me.

Your writing is effective. The things you write abt are right up my alley.

Done it a few times before i dmed u.

Jungkook can’t believe he admitted to you that he jerks off to your stories.

The last thing he wants to say is that he’s the guy you fantasize and write about, it’d just be weird. Jungkook thinks of every believable excuse he can come up with that doesn’t sound too out of the ordinary. Nothing truly sounds realistic, so he impulsively types what comes to mind.

Yet you haven’t replied in 20 minutes. Fuck. Jungkook’s nerves always get the best of him. Do you think he is some sort of weird “fan” that you find creepy? Is he too bold or horny? You obviously have a life and are not going to answer him immediately. His heart is racing, beating out of his chest with negative thoughts that plague his mind. That’s until he hears the whistle notification and unlocks his phone without a second thought.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

ah okay i see now, thanks sm! :)

Jungkook smiles, begins to text you back that it's not a big deal and he truly likes your stories. He’s quickly cut off when you double text.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm proof or it didn't happen? ;)

Proof? What do you mean by proof? Are you subtly asking Jungkook for nudes? Or boldly, even? Are you just joking around? He doesn’t even know you, so why would you straight up ask for dick pictures? Jungkook’s obviously not going to send you a picture of his entire cock if you’re joking, that’s just fucking weird. You could really be joking, so he tries to play it off.

Ian_97:

You wanna see how hard my dick is rn, is that what you're asking for?

Or are you just playing around, cause I'm not…

I’m serious when I say your stories turn me on.

Jungkook is nervous…and also a huge overthinker. He tries to play off his horniness by laughing, but it really doesn’t help when you return the energy.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

what if i do wanna see it?

would there be a problem with that?

Ian_97:

Of course not.

I’m thinking about how horny you must be to write stories like that.

You're that needy, huh?

He needs to control himself, make sure he doesn’t go too far too fast. You don’t know him personally so there’s a high chance you won’t take it in a good way.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well you're also reading them…

sure you're not the horny one? :0

Ian_97:

Hey, I'm not denying that I’m horny.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

wow rlly ? couldn't tell lol

So you’ve got jokes, he can see. He can’t lie, it definitely did make him chuckle, but the tingly feeling comes back, and he can’t ignore it anymore.

Ian_97:

You joke a lot, I think it's cute.

So you’re gonna tell me you're not horny?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well u haven’t done anything to rlly turn me on

only that you've said u read my stories

u little perv boy >:|

prove it then.

So you guys are actually doing this? The last thing he’d want to do was send an unsolicited dick picture to you. For all he knows you could just be joking with him.

Ian_97:

You wanna see my dick that bad?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

and if i do? would u let me?

;)

Is that even a fucking question? He’d show you it in a heartbeat. He’s not one to send his dick to strangers, but it's not like you know it's him anyway. It is a risk he is willing to take.

Ian_97:

Sure I would.

The question is would you let me show you?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i literally just told u i wanted to see tho

LMFAO

no but srsly i wouldn't mind seeing how i got u rn ;)

Well, you asked for it, but he doesn’t want to send you his entire cock and balls to you right off the bat, that’d be rushing it. He’d much rather ease into it, not cross any boundaries. So instead of that, he lowers his sweats a bit, his semi leaving a print in his boxers. He nibbles on his bottom lip as he places his large palm over his clothed cock, giving it slow and steady strokes, thinking about how he's dying to have sex with someone- with you.

He opens the camera button in the chat while lying down more onto his bed, angling hips out to give you a peak of his boner. That's when he snaps a few different photos and chooses the most appealing one.

He presses send. And it delivers.

Realizing what he’s just sent you snaps him back into reality. He sits there for the next thirty seconds, tummy full of those tingles he can’t seem to get rid of since talking to you. Opening his phone, looking at the picture he sent you again. All the color drains from his face, his eyes nearly pop out of his head.

A glimpse of his fucking Hello Kitty plushie is in the corner of that picture.

That specific oversized, colorful plushie was gifted to him by one of his viewers which is always in the background of his streams. There's even been a shit ton of tweets just talking about it.

Well the room is dark so maybe you didn’t see it? Jungkook never thought he’d say this, but fingers crossed you’re only looking at his boner.

Jungkook is taken out of his thoughts when he gets a notification. He hesitantly unlocks his phone and presses on your notification.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

oh you're SERIOUS serious

well damn i'm a good ass writer

im messing w u lol

but can’t say i didn't like that tho

what did you read of mine that made u that hard? ;)

Okay, it seems like you haven't noticed the plushie. Jungkook feels like he can finally breathe now. Dammnit, he needs to be more careful next time.

Ian_97:

Well honestly all the ones i read got me hard.

I like the one where she was being a brat and he put her in place.

Maybe one day i'll make it your reality.

Immediately after he sends his text, another notification pops up.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a photo!

Jungkook can’t contain his hushed groan.

A picture of your plush tits in a simple black bra, your hand laying over one of your breasts, nails painted a simple baby pink. There you lay on some sort of pink and white sheet, in a room lit by a burnt orange lamp. Jungkook wants nothing more than to bury his face between both of your breasts, licking and sucking all over your skin until it’s littered with hickeys.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

make it a reality you said?

we havent talked for long and u already wanna fuck me?

how needy of u :0

Ian_97:

You also just sent me your tits so I think we’re on the same page don't you think?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well duh if u just saw my tits ;-;

i’m messing with u hehe

i don't mind actually, just haven't done this in a while lolll

Ian_97:

Me either.

But i’m painfully hard rn.

You have nice rlly nice tits.

They look soft, makes me wanna kiss all over them.

Nice was an understatement. They were beautiful. Jungkook isn’t much of a titty guy, but he’s seriously never seen nicer ones than yours.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

thanks ;P

nice boner

Ian_97:

Thanks, now I’m harder than ever.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm, couldn’t tell much from that one measly pic :(

maybe i can get a better look at it?

Without an ounce of hesitation, he quickly yanks the waistband of his boxers right beneath his tight balls. His hard, warm cock springs to life, free of its restraints. He notices how he hasn’t shaved in a while, dark pubes a little longer than usual, hopefully you don’t mind. He runs the edge of his thumb across the tip of his cock, smearing his accumulated precum, pleading for more stimulation after seeing your beautiful breasts.

Stroking his cock a little firmer, he thinks of your chest, wondering how it would feel if he had his cock buried in between your two plush tits, dragging his cock back and forth in between them. Jungkook prepares to take a picture for you, holding his hard dick in his right hand.

His obvious tattooed hand.

Before he could think twice, he immediately switches hands from the right to left, not a tattoo in sight. That would be a dead giveaway he’s the Jungkook you write about. His tattoos are specifically placed and well known to be his. You’ve also already expressed your love for them, so you’d connect the dots in a second.

Making sure his room is dark and nothing stands out in the background, he snaps a photo of his red, veiny cock, a bit of his pubes in the picture because why not.

You immediately open it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

holy shit

well someones excited

wish i was there to help >:(

Before he gets the chance to reply, another notification appears in the chat.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video!

Your tits again, but bare. Your breasts look even softer than before, nipples pretty and delicate from how pebbled they are, almost begging to be sucked on. Baby pink nails once again come into view in the five second video, small fingers playing with your hard buds, hair peeking out from behind your dainty neck decorated with a simple gold heart necklace. Jungkook feels like he’s spent an eternity looking at them, admiring you, absentmindedly stroking the tip of his cock.

He hears a faint high-pitched whine, his eyebrows perking up at the sweet sound, before the video quickly cuts short.

Ian_97:

Fuck yes.

Need me to suck on them? So desperate.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

wouldn't say desperate

look at u, all leaking for me :/

Ian_97:

Don’t blame the way my cock’s reacting to you, pretty.

Tits like that deserve to be.

Jungkook thinks of sending a video to you as well.He glances at his erection, twitching on his stomach, laying there all lonely. It's only fair you get a live view of his desperation. His cock only wants some attention after seeing you play with your plush chest like that.

He begins recording himself, giving his cock a few firm, slow strokes. His balls tight and tip gushing his sticky seed, letting a small groan escape his lips. The video is only 6 seconds as he presses send.

He mindlessly plays with his cock as he waits for you to see his short video and to reply with something else, he hopes another sight of your boobs.

He strokes himself with his fingers, not applying too much pressure as he doesn't want to cum so soon. His foreskin moves up and down to the pace of his slow and languid movements.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

aww, cant help but fuck ur hand it seems like :(

ur little whimper is cute, didn’t think i’d have you folded so quick

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video!

Jungkook can’t contain the moan that escapes his mouth. Your blue cotton underwear wedged in between your plump pussy, a small but noticeable wet spot stain near your clenching hole. Your painted nails are rubbing your throbbing clit through your underwear, a little stubble of hair can be seen poking through the sides, not that he minds at all.

He makes out tiny moans and whimpers from above, your thighs wide open for him, shaking a little in the ten seconds video.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

don't know if ill be able to take u

you're too big :((

Ian_97:

Oh, is it? How unfortunate. Maybe you should show me it all.

Just need to make sure I can fit all of it in that tight little pussy.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i think you're right :c

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video!

There you sat, legs hiked up to your naked chest, drenched pussy spread into a “v” shape with your index and pointer finger. He can see your small hole clenching once around nothing, asking to be stuffed. You slide only your small middle finger inside of you, faking a cry as if to prove you're really too tight for his cock to fit.

Jungkook watches you in awe, your pussy looks like heaven, warm and wet. Your little cries have him imagining what you’d sound like saying his name, massaging his balls as he watches you attempt to take your little fingers.

Ian_97:

Oh fuck.

You are tight, but you’re drenched.

I could slide right in if I wanted to, huh?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

maybe…

you should let me see exactly how big u are?

for educational purposes obvs :p

Jungkook’s fully hard, veins popping out the underside of his cock, standing tall and almost reaching his belly button. He takes a short video of it, presenting his long, girthy length, twitching involuntarily at the thought of pushing it into your tight hole, forcing it to fit. You can see his happy trail on his toned abs leading to the bush of hair that he doesn’t care to remove.

He spits into the palm of his hand, strokes his dick a few times, as the sound of his sticky saliva being spread fills the room. Already feeling on edge, he stops recording and sends you it.

Ian_97:

Good enough for you?

Do you have any toys, like a dildo maybe?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

more than enough, want it inside me so bad :(

yea i do !

Ian_97:

Perfect.

Gonna fuck yourself with it for me?

Wanna see how well your pussy takes it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm yea i can

but im alr kinda close i won't last long if i use it :0

Ian_97:

You’re so obedient.

I’m close too.

Want you to cum all over it.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video!

A pink dildo, about six inches in length with veins, slightly curved to reach your sweet spot, is buried inside your swollen pussy. Your knees are still hiked up to your chest giving him the nicest view of your cunt being split open by the artificial penis. The base of the dildo is covered in a ring of your cum, your hands shaking from the immense pleasure it gives you, imaging it’s his thick, hard cock fucking you so well.

It's music to his ears hearing the sound of smacking as you fuck yourself with the toy. He listens to your little pleads and whimpers with attention. He wishes it was his cock instead of that stupid toy. He’d make you feel ten times better. In the middle of the video he sees your cum leaking down to your ass. Your ass. Jungkook wants nothing more than to smack and grab onto it while fucking into you.

In the last 10 seconds of the video, your pink painted toes curl, more of your creamy wetness seeping out of your hole when the knot in your stomach finally snaps. All you can think about in your fucked out headspace is the mysterious stranger online jerking off to you. Your hushed cries and straggled moans is all that escapes your mouth when you’re fucking yourself harder than before. Your orgasm lasts for about six seconds, the video ending shortly after.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i came so hard

couldn't stop thinking about your big cock and how it’d feel inside me :c

wanna see u cum now

It is almost a reflex that Jungkook starts to record himself fucking into his fist at a fast pace, squeezing it a little more, imagining it to be your sopping wet cunt. He can’t stop thinking about your heavenly moans and whimpers, your thighs and hands shaking from how good you fucked yourself is more than enough to bring Jungkook over the edge. His foreskin moves back and forth with his rough strokes and soon he finally cums.

“A-ah, fuck,” he involuntarily groans out loud, unable to keep quiet as his orgasm takes over.

When his cum spurts out, it dribbles down over his hands and thighs, a little catching onto his pubes. His saliva filled fist isn’t exactly what he wants to be cumming in right now, but it’s still enough to have him over the edge. He strokes his cock until he goes a bit soft, exaggerating it a little for viewing purposes. Once he becomes a little overstimulated he stops recording and sends it to you.

Ian_97:

I came even harder.

Kept thinking about your soaked cunt.

You sent a photo!

He decides to send you a visual of his cum covered hands and thighs, a little caught in his pubic hair you find so attractive of him. His balls are glistening with his spit he used as lubricant, the source to the smacking sounds. You fathom the fact that a random stranger online is so willing to send you something of the sort just because he likes your content, and it strangely turns you on.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

u came so much…messy boy ;P

you were so willing to cum for me and you haven't even seen me yet

kinda hot ngl

‘Messy boy’. That is a new one, not that he’s complaining.

Ian_97:

Haven't came that much in a while.

You haven’t seen me either but were quick to use your dildo.

What a good girl you are.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

then we’re even!!

its kinda late and i should clean myself up

talk to you tmw? :)

A toothy smile takes over, you want to keep talking to him? To be honest, he was expecting this to be a one time thing, that you wouldn’t reach out to him again.

Ian_97:

I should clean myself up too.

Yeah of course.

Goodnight.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

goodnight! <3

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Three months have passed since your first sexting session with Jungkook. The pair of you are still unaware of each other's identities, yet completely infatuated with one another. You’ve even strayed away from sexual topics just to talk about your lives.

Jungkook learns that you started writing fanfiction about him when you first started watching his streams about two years ago, strictly writing about him and only him. This only made his crush on you skyrocket, not being able to stop thinking about the mysterious writer he is utterly obsessed with.

He thinks about you from the moment he wakes up to the second he falls asleep. The attraction and sexual tension between the both of you has been increasing day by day the more you talk to each other.

Though he isn’t a liar, Jungkook has to be super careful of what he says to you. He keeps things sort of vague with you, telling you the truth about some things but never going into detail. He makes sure to keep it general, but normal at the same time. It’s not like he was a catfish…sort of? He’s still too scared to reveal himself, scared you’ll see him dishonest and not want to talk to him anymore. The last thing he wants you to do is for you to ghost him since he’s already developed a huge crush on you that’d be hard to forget. Soon, you’d realize your relationship is about to take a huge turn that takes you by surprise.

On a late Saturday night, Jungkook begins his stream, deciding to play Valorant. He notices the ring light above his monitor is flickering every few seconds, distracting him from continuing his stream.

Soon enough, the ring light dies, the lighting in his gameroom going dim.

“Shit, hold on guys, let me go grab another light so I can keep playing. It'll take a second.” Jungkook runs to his bedroom, mindlessly grabbing the first lamp he sees: the one from his nightstand. ‘It’s gonna do the job for now,’ Jungkook thinks.

What Jungkook didn’t think of is that coincidentally the hot guy you’ve been sexting has the exact same lamp and same schedule as your favorite streamer.

Coming back into view of the camera set up, he places his lamp towards the left side of his monitor, finally giving his audience decently lighting to see him.

“Okay, I’m back. This is all I have right now, please bear with me.” He laughs a little, slipping back on his headset and getting back to his game.

He plays for another hour and half, invested in the game when his phone goes off: a Twitter notification.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a photo!

He opens the message hurriedly, completely forgetting the fact he’s still live streaming, cock twitching when he finally takes in the image.

You’re standing in front of your mirror…completely naked. No underwear, no bra, just you.

Jungkook stares at the picture for a few minutes, taking a mental screenshot of you, memorizing every part of your beautiful body to jerk off to later. Your tits are being supported by your underarms, making them look so soft and plush, nipples erect as always. Your pussy is slightly hidden by the way your legs are crossed over each other, but is still visible to him, and a simple heart tattoo on your hip bone that he recognizes oh so well right now.

Your toes are painted a clean white color, finger nails the same. Your face is covered by the edge of the mirror and phone, making him needier than ever. Not knowing your identity yet you still sending him a nude makes him want to take you right in front of your mirror, forcing you to look at yourself while he destroys you. Fuck, you’re sexy.

After thirty seconds of utter disbelief that you’ve just sent him an explicit photo out of nowhere, there's no way he can keep his stream going with a flushed face and a semi-hard cock. He turns off his phone before accidentally flashing his audience.

“Today was really f-fun guys-” he frantically says, clicking out of his game. “H-Hm… I’ll play again with you guys very soon. I promise, something came up I have to tend to. Yeah, so goodnight!”

Ending his stream immediately after he bids goodbye, he grabs his phone and speeds to his bedroom.

Ian_97:

Fuck baby.

Out of nowhere like that? You want my attention that bad?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

thought u were doing something important but..ig you aren't

a little odd if u ask me

Ian_97:

I really was.

Just a coincidence you sent that when I finished.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

no it's okay

jungkook went live at the same time you were gone. funny isn't it?

he also has the same lamp as you! how cute :P

Jungkook's heart drops straight to his ass.

Ian_97:

Really? That’s crazy ngl.

But let’s not forget what you just sent me.

You want my attention don't you, baby?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm maybe

not my fault you weren't paying attention to me, i got bored >:(

kept thinking ab how’d you’d react if i sent you that out of nowhere

i missed u :,(

Jungkook can’t help but find your neediness so cute, so desperate for an ounce of his attention. Maybe you’re just as obsessed with him as he is you.

Ian_97:

Don't be like that baby, I'm here now aren't I?

Well my dick won't stop twitching, can’t stop thinking about that tiny cunt of yours.

I missed you too.

Jungkook unzips and pulls down his bottoms and boxers together, his half hard cock already leaking a little. He can’t seem to get your perfect naked body out of his mind, rubbing his cock and thinking about how wet your pussy probably is, how pebbled your nipples must be. All he wants right now is his cock buried into your sweet pussy, mouth busy sucking on your delicate nipples.

Out of habit, he records himself stroking his cock slowly, tip wet with precum, pubes trimmed a little more than usual. This is so much better than that boring porn he used to watch. He much rather and only can get off to you.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

u shouldn’t have to get off by urself :(

wish it was my mouth making u feel good instead of ur hand

wanna suck u so fucking bad

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video!

A ten second video of you with your puckered lips wrapped around the pink silicone dildo, as to which Jungkook expressed his liking of the toy you use when you guys sext.

Your neck and bare tits come into view, drool dripping down your chin and onto them as you suck and deepthroat the fake cock. Lewd noises escape your mouth when you gag around the toy, each time more saliva accumulates as you completely swallow it, pulling it out of your mouth and gasping for air.

Ian_97:

Yeah, baby fuck.

Look at you taking that shit.

Want those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock. Gonna make you choke on it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

want u to fuck my throat pls :(

He spits a glob of saliva into his hand and runs his large palm back and forth over his veiny cock. He’d kill for some head right now, masturbating is getting a little tiring, yet your beautiful body and needy texts are more than enough to get him going.

He slightly but audibly moans, knowing you enjoy the little sounds he makes when he gets off. The video of you sucking on the toy replays in his mind, Jungkook barely able to keep it together. Your lips look too soft, they are meant to be all over his cock.

“Y-yeah, shit.” He spits out, finally cumming over his hand and stomach, a little seeping into his belly button.

Ian_97:

Made me cum so fast.

Should’ve been cumming down your throat.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video!

The dildo once lodged down your throat is now splitting your precious cunt open. Your inner thighs are covered in your wetness and coating the fake cock that is ramming into your pussy. Your delicate fingers are painted a soft baby blue, shaking with each stroke you make, pussy making lewd sounds.

Your thighs close as you reach your high and cum on the cock you wish was the stranger. Jungkook could never get tired of seeing you cum whether it is from your fingers or toys, he truly enjoys seeing you fuck yourself for him.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm wish u were cumming inside my cunt instead

feel so empty now :(

Ian_97:

I do too, so badly.

I’m gonna go clean up and head to sleep though it's pretty late.

Goodnight baby.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

ofc me too!

goodnight jungkook ;)

Jungkook’s heart pluments as he reads your last text. He knows he’s seriously fucked.

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a/n: hi guys!! thank you so much for sticking around for the long awaited pt 2. school took an unexpectedly harsh turn and got a million times harder out of nowhere so i had to take a break from writing. thankful i finished finals so im off of school so im gonna also get out pt. 3 asap! thank you again for reading i appreciate it so much. please don’t hesitate to ask me anything and share & reblog besties!!💘💘🫶🏻

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— OOPS, I LOVE YOU. S.H.

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

summary: the 4 times you’re just best friends and the 1 time you’re not. alternatively, 5 things never to do with someone unless you want to fall in love.

warnings: kissing, swearing, mentions of drinking, throwing up from drinking, pretty much pg-13 fluff otherwise

author’s note: inspired by a tiktok sent to me by my lovely anon who is the whole reason I wrote this little thing until 5am in the morning lol, enjoy and let me know what u think as always <3

1. when he does that reverse driving thing.

Listen. You at least have the decency to feel a little bad about it. But you can’t help it! Steve may be your best friend, but damn it, you are not immune to the one hand on the steering wheel, one arm on your seat while reversing the car thing that instantly makes any guy more attractive.

A lot more attractive.

So attractive that you momentarily forget the reason he’s driving in the first place, which is to get the kids to the new arcade that opened up just on the outskirts of Hawkins. And you’re supposed to be giving him directions.

Feeling someone’s eyes on you, you turn a little to the back and find Dustin, squished between Lucas and Will, with a shit-eating grin on his face as his gaze flickers from you to Steve. You furrow your brows in a false display of confusion before turning back to your map, as though you don’t know that all the kids believe you and your best friend are harbouring feelings for each other.

Definitely not true, obviously.

You don’t even notice that the map is about to rip at the corners from your grip as you try and ignore the kids whispering in the back. That is until you feel a finger gently prodding your arm and you realise Steve has been asking you a question.

“What?” you ask, stupidly. And a little breathlessly, because there is absolutely no reason for Steve to be smiling like that. “Did you say something?”

“Just wondering if it’s straight ahead or left here,” he gestures in front to the road and you frantically search the map for where you lost your place. Definitely not helped by the whispering in the back getting louder. “You okay?”

“Fine!” you say, a little too quickly. “It’s, uh, left.”

“Thanks,” Steve mutters, glancing up into the rearview mirror and frowning. “Keep it down, you’re distracting Y/N, you little freaks.”

“Aw, they’re just excited, Stevie,” you laugh, and when Steve turns his eyes back to the road, it’s your turn to glare at them through the rearview mirror.

“Yeah, we’re just excited Stevie,” Max teases, clearly unperturbed by the underlying threat.

Her words set off the others and you smile sweetly before turning to Steve. “Hey, you wanna drive back, drop the kids off and catch a movie?”

They all yell in unison; a mix of ‘no’, ‘please’ and ‘we’ll shut up’. Satisfied, you sit back in your seat and look at your map again, to avoid any involuntarily reaction to Steve smiling at you.

Yeah, the kids have no idea what they’re talking about.

2. when he lets you cut his hair

“Harrington, are you fucking with me right now?”

“Wha- No!” Steve sits up from his previous position with his head in your lap as you played with his hair, the two of you watching some lame comedy movie. “I mean, you don’t have to do it, but since you were offering…” he trails off as he gets up to grab another bottle of water and you take the time to compose yourself.

When he comes back, you immediately start in on him. “So, you’re actually being serious about me cutting… your hair.”

“What’s the big deal?” he asks, the question sounding muffled by the enormous handful of popcorn he just stuffed into his mouth. “You cut Max’s hair the other day, didn’t you?”

You scoff, looking at him incredulously. “Max wouldn’t have cared if I had given her the same haircut as Will,” you emphasise. “You- You’re… you’re Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington!”

“Ah, yes, my government name,” Steve says sarcastically. “But, I mean, it’s you. I trust you to cut my hair. Just don’t give me the same haircut as Will and we’ll be fine.”

A huge grin threatens to break free and you find that you physically can’t stop it. “You really trust me that much?” You nudge him with your leg from the other side of the couch and he rolls his eyes, but the pink tint of his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed. “Aw, you old softie. Alright, get up.”

“Wha- We’re doing it now?” his head snaps up at you, hand reaching halfway to the popcorn bowl. You move it to the side and grab his hand to start dragging him to his bathroom.

“You can’t take it back now, Steve. Binding verbal contract,” you declare dramatically and sit him down on the closed toilet seat, legs spread apart for you to stand between.

As you reach for the scissors in the cabinet above his head, Steve places his hands on either side of your waist as a reflex action to steady you while you search. “I wasn’t gonna take it back, I was just invested in the movie,” he mumbles, dangerously close to your stomach which causes his breath to fan across the tiny strip of exposed skin from where your pyjama shirt has ridden up.

If it weren’t for you trying to steady your own breathing, you’d have noticed Steve’s was slightly shaky. Quickly grabbing the scissors that are finally in view, you find yourself level with Steve who looks up at you, hands still on your waist. He keeps them there even while you set a towel around his neck.

The bastard winks at you. Raising a brow, you hold up the scissors threateningly and you swear he turns a little paler.

“Relax,” you snort, stepping away from Steve to get the water in the sink running. His hand trails down your leg, light as a feather as he’s reluctant to let go. He’s always been touchy with you, and you with him. You’ve always thought it was normal best friend behaviour growing up.

Even as you wash his hair, running your fingers through the soft strands, his eyes flutter shut and you think about how natural this is for your dynamic.

And yet, ever since you and Steve became the unofficial babysitters for a bunch of kids who seem to be convinced that Steve is in love with you and you’re in love with him, you second guess everything about your friendship.

You can’t help but consider that maybe it isn’t normal for you to hate every girl Steve has ever gone out with, or for him to point out every flaw in the guys who go out with you to the point where you end up cancelling on every one of them.

Or for you to compare every guy you do end up going out with to your best friend…

Damn kids, putting ideas in your head.

“You’ve been a little too quiet,” Steve cracks an eye open, squinting up at you through wet hair. “You’re not planning on balding me are you?”

“Scared you’ll lose the source of all your powers?” you ask him in mock concern. “One wrong snip and there goes your endless chain of girls.”

“All except you,” Steve fires back, shaking the wet strands of hair in your face, making you gasp.

You grab the towel around his neck to swat at him, but he grabs the other end and tugs at it, making you stumble and use his shoulder for support.

He smiles at you, guilt-free and you think about how your best friend has one of the prettiest smiles in the world.

And so you push yourself off before you find your mind venturing into dangerous territory.

“Well, I say it’s time to test that theory out,” you reply, clearing your throat and picking up the scissors again. “You better be feeling fortunate it’s me holding these scissors of all people.”

“Oh, I am.”

3. when he holds back your hair

“Ooooh, thanks for the haircut, Y/N,” you groan out in your best imitation of Steve’s voice as he hauls you into the bathroom of whoever the hell’s house you’re in. “I love my hair soooo much. Let’s go to a party so everyone can see my hair. Then you can get so drunk you feel like you’re going to die.”

“I didn’t force the alcohol down your throat!” Steve exclaims, sitting down with you on the floor by the toilet, lifting up the seat and helping you lean over it. The guilt in his voice contradicts his words heavily. “Hey, wait, let me tie your hair up first.”

He gathers your hair up in one hand and uses his teeth to take off the hair tie he keeps on his other wrist for you.

If it weren’t for the nausea, your stomach might have swooped for a completely different reason.

“You know damn well that I don’t go to these parties, Steve,” you try to take deep breaths to keep the vomiting at bay while he ties your hair. “Because every time you force me to, the whole entire population apparently wants to talk to you, so I get all bored and end up drinking half the alcohol on the premises without realising!”

“I’m sorry,” he soothes, keeping your ponytail out of the way as your body decides it can’t keep the sickness at bay. “It’s okay, babe. You’re fine, I got you.”

It’s while Steve grabs you tissue after tissue and cleans you up unflinchingly, that you realise maybe he isn’t just your totally platonic childhood best friend.

The scowl on your face, which is actually directed at the universe for putting you in this situation of all things to realise your feelings, gets misinterpreted by Steve who pouts at you, hand resting on your cheek.

“I’m gonna take you home and you can stay over and I’ll stay with you all night in case you throw up again and you can pick the movie for tomorrow’s movie night and the next month’s worth of movie nights, okay?” Steve implores, eyes wide and pleasing with you.

“Okay,” you whisper, no argument left in you. Partly because of the vomiting, mostly because you’re trying to process all these feelings while drunk and exhausted. You slump against his chest and he holds you there. “Thanks, Stevie.”

“Anything for you.”

You’re definitely fucked.

4. when he cooks you breakfast

“Pass the knife,” Steve calls over his shoulder to where you’re sat on the opposite kitchen counter. His voice makes you wince, your head still hurting from your killer hangover. Probably the reason Steve is cooking you breakfast in the first place.

You grab the knife and walk over to him, slowly and grudgingly. “Not so loud,” you grumble, passing it over a little too aggressively.

“You’ll feel better once you get some pancakes in you,” Steve says, all-knowing expression on his face as he chops up strawberries — your favourite. “You go and sit, I’ll bring them to you.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” you shrug, grabbing the spatula to start flipping the pancakes already in the pan. “You just focus on those strawberries.”

He looks at you warily while you struggle to flip even one pancake. “I don’t even know why you bother every time.”

“Go to hell, Harrington,” you mumble, right before the uncooked batter on top of the pancake smears on the side of the pan. “You distracted me!”

Steve chuckles in response and sets down his knife, coming over to stand behind you. You aren’t prepared for him to trap you between the stove and him, holding your spatula-wielding hand and guiding it under the pancake. “Here, like this.”

It was easy enough to ignore the sight of him making you breakfast as you stared at random kitchen utensils from your spot on the counter this whole time. But it’s another thing when he’s pressed up against you, hand over yours, his scent overwhelming you. It doesn’t help that you’re wearing his shirt and his sweatpants and slept in his bed — you quite literally can’t escape him no matter where you go. And that means you start to think about your feelings for him, unfortunately sober this time, not allowing you to ignore them.

The problem is, you don’t think you want to.

“We’re like an old married couple sometimes,” he says, completely offhandedly.

You freeze, not knowing what to say.

He’s kidding, of course, making a joke that you should probably laugh at. The thought of him saying things like this while thinking about you completely platonically, however, suddenly brings back nausea that rivals the night before. You collect yourself quickly and mutter something about how he wishes, before ducking under his arm to get some plates.

Steve clears his throat, running a hand through his hair, a little awkwardly. “What’s wrong?”

You really need to work on your acting skills.

“Nothing!” you insist, waving him off and handing him a plate. “I just felt a little dizzy for a second. Hungry.”

“Oh, do you wanna eat and then rest up?” His protective mode immediately kicks in, something you’re all too familiar with. “I can go grocery shopping for movie night with the kids myself.”

You roll your eyes, loading your plate with strawberries before Steve even has the chance to place the first pancake on. “I’m just hungry, I promise. Also, every time one of us goes alone, we end up forgetting like half the list and those kids are scary when they don’t have their essentials.”

“Oh, I remember the Eggo incident all too well,” Steve shudders are the memory. “My coffee table still leans a little to the right.”

5. when you go grocery shopping

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t stop at my house so I could grab some clothes,” you grumble, handing over the shopping cart to Steve with more force than necessary. “It was literally on the way! I look ridiculous, Steve.”

When he doesn’t answer, you sigh and look up from your list to find him grinning stupidly and looking over at your figure, clad in his clothes. You swat at his arm to snap him to attention.

“I think you look cute in my clothes,” he shrugs, unapologetic. “A completely self-indulgent move on my part.”

You almost stop in your tracks.

Yeah, Steve and you are close and he’s a sweet, charming, naturally flirty guy. But he’s never been this bold with you. First at breakfast, practically back-hugging you, and now admitting he likes to see you in his clothes?

You wonder what’s changed all of a sudden, but it’s making you nervous. And a little frustrated because how are you meant to come to terms with your feelings for your best friend when he says things like that!

“Don’t let the kids catch you saying stuff like that,” you wrinkle your nose, throwing a box of Eggos into the cart before you forget. “They’d be insufferable.”

“So, what?” Steve mumbles, pushing the cart into the next aisle to look for Lucas’ cookies. “They’re just joking around.”

You frown at the lack of joking around in his voice, and walk to the end of the cart which Steve stops in order to avoid running you over. “You don’t find it embarrassing and irritating?”

He scoffs. “Nice to know how you feel about the mere thought of being together,” he laughs without a trace of humour. “What’s the big deal, anyway?”

The sudden change of tone in the conversation has you wildly confused, and slightly annoyed because it’s easy for Steve to wave off the kids and their very real remarks. “The big deal is that we aren’t together. And the kids always saying that we should be… I- it- it has me confused!”

An elderly woman who’s about to enter the aisle, sees the two of you and clearly hears you raising your voice because she instantly turns her cart around.

“What has you confused?” Steve asks incredulously, throwing his arms up. “Is the idea of being with me that mind-boggling?”

You laugh derisively, no clue what he’s talking about. “We aren’t even—This has me confused! You, when you talk like we should be together, and when you flirt and when you act like we are together! But then we’re just best friends! What the hell is up with that?!”

“Well!” Steve looks around — you aren’t sure why, when the aisle is empty aside from you two. He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. “Maybe it’s because I fucking love you!”

Your breath catches in your throat and you’re scared you might start choking if you do try and speak. However, when Steve looks at you like he wants to take it all back, misunderstanding your silence, you can’t stop the words from flowing out. “Well…maybe I love you too!

The relief on Steve’s face is something you catch for only a few seconds, because the next minute he’s striding over, shopping trolley abandoned on the side. He stares down at you, gaze intense and determined and so, so beautiful. “And maybe I wanna kiss you really bad.”

“Maybe you better.”

And so he does. He kisses you, really, really kisses you with the intention of making you forget everything else except him. Your best friend— your completely non-platonic best friend is kissing you and sliding his hands into your hair as you keep your hands on his hard, strong, chest that you’ve leant on for so many years. And while he presses his lips to yours, you can believe that he’s loved you for that long, you know he has.

When Steve reluctantly pulls away, you realise that you’ve loved him for just as long and damn those kids for knowing it before you did.

You’re the first to speak, albeit breathlessly. “They’re never gonna let us live this down, are they?”

“I don’t even care,” he shakes his head, grinning. “I finally got the girl.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve x reader #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #joe keery x reader

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itgetzweird08 · 25 days

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SECOND VARIATION LETS GO!! Again, this was inspired by this TikTok sound! Here is the link to the first version, so check that out too!

Prince! Bakugo x Reader

Okay so my second idea was Prince! Bakugo and Lower Status! Reader. Now, Bakugo has seen you at court for years. You grew up in the higher part of society, your parents’ names holding a bit of weight. This means Bakugo would see you at balls and teas and even on promenade. And every time he saw you, it was like his head would fill with static and his heart would damn near tumble out of his chest.

Everytime he spoke with you, it was all he could think about for weeks. You often spoke of recent books you’ve read, or a new play you’ve seen, or you would listen as he recounted his latest adventure. But you never really spoke past casual conversation.

However, we all know with Katsuki, it’s all about the little things. He would notice how you would tap your feet in time to the music being played at the ball, yet would claim that you had no rhythm when someone tried to dance with you. He noticed during high teas how you would always put two cubes of sugar in your cup, then secretly pop in between your lips when your mother wasn’t looking. He even noticed the way you always thanked the horse that pulled your carriage. This list of little things continued to grow, and slowly he began to hear your voice when you weren’t there, and would long to hear you laugh. Despite your few interactions, he was absolutely smitten. And as subtle as he tried to be, wanting to keep his pride and ego safe, it wasn’t subtle enough as his parents had noted his liking toward you.

The great general All Might seemed to bless him when his mother spoke to him about his arranged marriage. He was furious at first, panicked even, at the thought of marrying anyone but you. But at some point, your family had fallen on hard times, and your parents needed a saving grace. So they gave you away to the highest bidder, and no one bid higher than the King and Queen. Plus, not only would the marriage repair your parent’s name and status, but the Bakugo line was now sure to live on. It was a win win for everyone.

With white satin gloves smoothing over your clothes, you walked into the tea room where Prince Bakugo, your new fiancé, awaited you. His smile was gentle, a bit crooked even, and you thought to yourself “Maybe this won’t be so bad”

“I could never choose to love another”

“Maybe one day I could learn to love you…too”

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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B Blurbs: More Than A Woman

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Summary: You’re back with more antics and poor Joe is on the receiving end of yet another Tiktok trend. This time it's asking him to name a random woman’s name out of nowhere to see what he'll say…

Warnings: slight angst, unserious/funny

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

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*No specific date for this fic!*

(y/n’s pov)

Joe and I were sitting on the couch watching The Office while we waited for Ja’marr, TB, and Tee to arrive for dinner.

I knew Joe would tone down the coupley stuff when “his boys” arrived, so I was currently savoring the feel of my boyfriend's body against mine.

When I walked into the living room earlier to find him comfy on the couch, I immediately crawled on top of him and laid my head on his chest.

Joe grabbed a blanket and put it on top of us before he slipped his hand under my sweatshirt to rub my back.

Now and then he'd kiss my head or comment on something in the show since the episode currently playing was quite the doozy.

If you know anything about The Office… you probably feel some type of way about the words “Casual Day”.

The episode was messy nonetheless and pretty unforgettable. We had seen it so many times but it still made Joe laugh so many different times.

Since we had seen it so many times, I was increasingly getting bored.

Time to do a little trend with Joe.

I went through my mental folder of different things I could do with him without getting up from my comfortable place in his arms. That's when the idea hit me.

“Hey, baby.” - you

“Mhm?” - Joe

“Name a woman.” - you

“Name a woman?” - Joe

“Yup.” - you

What’s he going to say? I thought.

“Uhm… I don't know, uh… Meredith.” - Joe

“Meredith?” - you busted out laughing

“Yeah.” - Joe nodded

“Like the one in the show? The one’s who's boobies you just saw? Jeez, now I know where your mind is at…” - you

“What?! It's not like that, she was just the first woman that popped into my head. They were blurred out too! I don't need to see some rando’s boobs when I can see yours anytime I want! I swear I wasn't being creepy…” - Joe

The entire time he was seriously trying to defend himself, I was holding in my laugh. I was just teasing him but I'm guessing he didn't pick up on that.

“Joe, I was just playing around.” - you laughed

“Good. I thought you were being for real for a second and I was worried I was going to be put on the couch tonight.” - Joe chuckled

Mmm, Imma mess with him.

“Who said you aren't being put on the couch tonight? I'm kinda disappointed you didn't name… I don't know… me!” - you

“Aye! That's not fair, you don't count.” - Joe

“Joe, why wouldn't I count? I'm a woman, aren't I? That was the criteria.” - you

“You’re more than just a woman though… you're my gorgeous, smart, sexy, kind, and amazing girlfriend.” - Joe smiled

Joe leaned forward to press his lips onto mine in a sweet and thorough kiss, but when he pulled away with a sly smirk on his face I decided he wasn't getting away with it that easy.

“Stop trying to butter me up, boy. You're still sleeping on the couch.” - you grinned

“Damn it!” - Joe grumbled

I giggled as I spread kisses all over his cheeks before finally planting one on his lips.

“I'm just kidding.” - you

Joe opened his mouth to talk but the sound of the doorbell cut him off.

“The guys are here.” - you went to crawl off of Joe but he stopped you

“Come in!” - Joe

The front door opened and in walked the wide receiver trio. I gave Joe a skeptical look but he just kissed my cheek and pushed my head back onto his chest.

He was really not trying to sleep on the couch tonight.

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Authors note: kind of a niche blurb… iykyk.

Request for this fix;

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

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nychta-luxury · 1 year

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A Strange God

Gen Z reader

soft au - reader is an adult -

Warning: Not proofread, dark jokes, mostly comedy rather then serious, swearing.

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You were sitting in you're room playing genshin, doing your usual things like commissions, Tea pot, exploration, farming.

Until something strange happened your device wasn't responding. I don't mean the screen froze oh no no. You can still move your mouse however the game itself is moving on its own

"Oh hell naw I didn't sign up for this demonic shit. " You say as you back away from the device. Your main is still moving and the worst part is, its not even part of any idle animation or something you have seen before. You don't care if it's a hacker or some possession shit, EITHER ONE IS BAD

Then it hits you, you starting to get light headed, vision becoming blurry, you start on panicking. What the hell was wrong with your body just when you were about to reach for a phone you black out.

You are now concouice though haven't opened your eyes yet, it feels... Very peaceful your not sure why.. The birds are singing, the smell of flowers in the air, the grass on the ground

"THE GRASS ON THE GROUND?!" You instantly opened your eyes.

"Why is this grass brighter than my future." You say as you look at the neon like grass "Did people kidnap me to touch grass like a normal human being?" Look as much as unbelievable that suggestion was, you have been told to randomly touch grass more than your salary combined.

"You know what fuck it, it's like-" You look at the sky "I'm going to pretend I know what the time is, however I can say it's too early to care." You lay back down, ah how peaceful. Too peaceful, but who cares you can pretend to be in some anime and lay down at the grass.

"AHHH IS THAT A FUCKING BUG" You instantly sat up from the ground, honestly what were you thinking

"GET THE HELL AWAY SATAN SPAWN."

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Okay now that's over with. You look up at the sky "Okay universe we both know you will fuck me over one way or another. I know damn well that the bugs were only the beginning." You sigh, done with your anime protagonist moment and reach out to grab your phone.

"Where's my phone...?"

"NO NO NOO," you say panicking "WHERE IS MY LIFE PURPOSE?!" You scream "I AM STILL WAITING FOR TCF MANHWA TO UPDATE!!"

It's been 30 minutes and you are still upset you don't have your phone. YOU DON'T CARE IF SOMEONE KIDNAPPED YOU AS LONG AS THEY GAVE YOU A PHONE OR BE AN IPAD KID.

"Ugh, what's the purpose of life if it isn't to update that one story you never continued in 2020." You say dramatically, if anyone was watching they would think you just lost a loved one.

you felt a small tickle on your foot, and your -20 IQ brain thought that it might be a spider... but suddenly you had gained 1 IQ and decided to actually look at what it was instead of kicking your feet aimlessly.

Turns out it was was a squirrel, thank goodness you didn't kick it. Let's just say tiktok traumatized you with too much information about animals..

The squirrel was just cuddling up to you, your weren't really sure why. It was then you realize your surroundings. "Why the hell am I in some old ass ruin??" Now your confused, you look around the area to see where you are perhaps you might even recognize it who knows? You can see a huge structure, it kinda looks like a crossbow, your not quite sure how to describe it. It feels very familiar for some reason, you can see carving marks on it, it read "Seed of stories, brought by the wind, and cultivated by time." huh for an ancient structure it sure had modern English. Wait. That's not English. How are you even reading that??? there is only one explanation for this. "I am some fictional work that doesn't even make sense, like 90% of fantasy reincarnation stories even if the protagonist was transmigrated and not reincarnated, but they use it anyway to sound cool." You say with a serious face, "Lmao as if that was true" You feel something on your shoulder, you immediately turn to what it was just to find the same squirrel just climbed up to your shoulder and now just cuddling you. "You are so lucky my reflexes didn't kick in, I almost throw you off my shoulders yk." "Why am I even talking to a squirrel? gonna be Snow White 2.0 ig" suddenly you hear something drop, you turn behind you and see- IS THAT AMBER???? looks like she dropped her bow, why does she look so surprised? Is it your outfit maybe? Maybe even the hair?? Anyways you just walked over and picked up ambers bow for her "Yo, you uh dropped this" "YOUR GRACE, YOU DON'T HAVE TO PICK IT UP FOR ME!!" "Wait tf you mean your grace." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Welp Gen z reader popped up in my mind so here- I decided not to add to many gen z jokes just yet since it is a little short story, might make a part 2 if this post goes well-

#genshin sagau #genshin soft au #sagau #genshin impact #gen z reader

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6ix9inewiturmom · 6 days

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Long day- matt Sturniolo

Summary: You had a long day at work and matt gives you some lovin to help with your long day :)

Warnings: SMUT, P in V, parsing, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, use of Y/N, Dirty talking, Degradation, aftercare!

A/N: I LOVE SWEET MATT!! ITS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE!! ignore the song, i couldn’t find one so since he knows sm about bags

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Today has genuinely been the worst and longest day of my life. I’ve worked front desk at a salon for the last year and a half now, i had people coming in asking me about what to do for their hair type, karen’s complaining about their hair, just overall horrible, im just the front desk lady for right now i cant really tell these fucking people what to do, make a damn appointment. Matt and I have been together for 3 years, and have been dating to the public for a year and a half, when i graduated cosmetology school. thankfully after this cursed wednesday evening i was on my way to Matt and i’s house that we also share with his triplet brothers. i pull into the driveway and make my way to the door and unlocking it.

“Baby?” i yell walking up the steps.

“he’s been in his room playing video games streaming for like 4 hours” nick says shooting me a quick smile before looking back at his phone.

i knock softly on the door “jesus christ im streaming guys” matt slams his head set down on his table and opens the door “Wha- oh my god Y/N i’m so sorry i thought it was one of them” he says quickly changing his tone giving me a soft peck on the lips.

“it’s fine” i breath out giving him a smile walking into his room.

“tell the stream Hi, baby” he pulls my hand into frame making me force a smile onto my face.

“hi everyone” i awkwardly wave to his camera watching the chat go absolutely crazy when i entered.

“okay well i’m gonna end this cause the mother of my future kids just got here” he says making a smile appear on my face.

he ends the stream and turns around facing me almost analyzing me.

“why do you keep looking at me like that?” i roll my eyes and make my way to our shared closet pulling out a pair of his sweats and a T shirt of his.

he walks towards me leaning against the door frame “all of your clothes in that closet and you still choose to wear mine, but to answer your question you seem off” he says softening his tone.

“i’m fucking fine matt, damn, all on my ass for nothing” i groan out pushing him out of my way and falling on the bed scrolling on my phone.

“umm okay” he huffs sitting down next to me on the bed “so how was work?” he says breaking the silence of tiktok playing in the background.

i groan “it was long i guess” i place my phone on the bedside table and turn towards him.

“you guess?” he questions giving me a soft smile.

“find it was so dreadful, answering calls from people who can look up these answers on google, and oh my god i had this karen come in and” i laugh softly “and she literally accidentally tried this hair mask and fried half her hair and blamed it on me, knowing i’m just the front desk representative, then on top of all of that this lady yelled at me for eating carrots at the front desk” i say while he’s staring at me passionately listening to everything i have to say.

“did you say anything to that lady who yelled at you?” he asked while looking in my eyes as passionately as he can.

“my manager heard her yelling at me calling me ‘unprofessional and rude’ and ended up almost calling the cops on her for causing a disturbance” i smile back at him.

“well it sounds like to me you need a little distraction from your long day at work eh?” he smirks leaning into me as i playfully roll my eyes and lean into him crashing his lips onto mine smiling into his kiss.

he softly places his hand on my cheek pointing his tongue out a little begging to explore my mouth, i slightly open my mouth as his tongue dives into my mouth immediately taking dominance from my tongue and intertwining with mine. his hand travels from my cheek to my breast giving my bare breast a gentle squeeze causing a soft whimper to escape my lips. his hand travels down to my waist and toying with the waistband of my his sweatpants.

“can i?” matt pulls away and softly asks me.

i smile and playfully roll my eyes “yes matt you can”

he carefully crawls on top of me tapping my waist as a signal to lift my hips up. he pulls my pink lacy underwear and pants down together in one throwing them on the other side of the room.

“such a pretty pussy” he says softly running his slim fingers in between my wet folds collecting my arousal onto his fingers “and so wet” he smirks back up at me.

“matt” i drag his name out in a whine, “please don’t tease me” i stare desperately into his eyes through my eyelashes.

“Only because you asked so nicely my love” he smiles at me leaning down and starts placing mouth kisses directly into my clit flicking upwards with his tongue.

“Oh fuck Matt” I moan out placing my hand on top of his head and pulling at his hair causing him to grunt through my pussy sending vibrations through me.

“You like this hm?” he smiles and shoves his fingers into my hole curving them slightly upward and making me go absolutely insane.

“Yes!” I chant repeatedly.

My walls tighten around his fingers and my clit spasms between his teeth. “Someone’s close eh?” he smirks leaning his head upwards while moving his fingers in and out while reaching my sensitive clit with his thumb making figure 8 movements around my bud.

“S-so close Matt” I cry out arching my back off the bed and rolling my eyes back.

“Uh-huh? You close?” he taunts smiling at me and immediately thrusts his fingers into me touching my G-spot so easily.

“YES- FUCK MATT” My hips twitched upwards “FUCK I'M GONNA CUM” I scream out bucking my hips up.

“Come on baby, cum for me” his voice softens looking down at me coming unglued from just his fingers with amusement in his eyes.

With just his words, the knot in my stomach broke and cum dripped down from me and onto his fingers.

He lightly tapped my leg “I ain't done with you just yet, sweetheart” he said smirking at me.

“Matt I don't know if I can take another one..” I said out of breath still coming down from my very intense orgasm.

“You know your safe word, Y/N,” he says ripping his shirt off. “And you never have to be afraid of using it, I'll stop immediately you know this.” he pulls his sweatpants and boxers off in one freeing his hard cock and slapping his stomach.

he crawls over me placing my legs on either side of his hips and slowly agonizing using his tip to slide through my wet folds teasing me.

“Matt,” i whine “please fuck me”

“Patience sweet girl, patience” he smiles at me slapping his cock on my clit and making me jerk upwards and squeal.

He slowly puts his tip into me then removes it and slowly enters it again and removes it before roughly bottoming out into me gripping the headboard for support making his knuckles white.

“Oh Matt” i moan out.

He rolls his hips deeper into me smirking down at me “You like this hm? God, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, and taking it so fucking well” he groans out.

My legs wrap around his waist forcing his body to get deeper each time he pushes himself into me making my eyes roll back into my head causing me to see starts, My moans become hoarse from the strain on my voice.

“Aww has my gorgeous whore gone dumb? Can't talk? What happened to all that attitude you had earlier?” he grabs my chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Uh huh, uh huh” i bite my lower lip and nodding vigorously.

“Words or I stop” he thrusts his hips deeper into me and maintains his violent thrusts.

“YES MATT FUCK- RIGHT FUCKIN THERE” I finally answer him with a strain in my voice.

My response only made him thrust into me deeper and faster. My cervix spasms around his cock signaling how close i am making a long groan exit from his lips. “Hold it”

He rolls his hips and pounds his hips into mine “Matt” I drag out his name with a moan.

“Come on, you got it” he nods his head continuing to thrust and abuse my cervix.

“S-so f-fucking close” I whisper scream out.

“Cum” he buries his head into my neck moving his hips in a way that kisses my cervix making me release all over his cock creating a white ring around the base of his cock.

His thrusts become sloppier as he releases into me painting my once pink walls a nice white color and slowly pulling out watching a mixture of his cum and mine slowly fall from my hole.

He vaults to his bathroom quickly so no one catches a glimpse of him or me in our naked state to grabs a warm cloth and slowly runs it down my legs cleaning him and me up before lying next to me placing my head on his chest.

“I'm sorry for the attitude I had earlier, I just had a rough day and shouldn't have taken it out on you,” I say “Thank you for lighting my mood up” I smile facing the TV drawing small circles on his stomach.

“Hey don't worry about it, we all got bad days baby, I'm just glad you're good now, that's all that matters to me” he softly says running his fingers through my hair and massaging my scalp and falling fast asleep in Matts arms.

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A/N Pt 2: HEY LOVES!! Sorry I haven't been so active in trying to recover from being violently hungover for the last 2 days LMFAOO… I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY!! i promise ill be active more!!

#Spotify #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo

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updownlately · 4 months

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maybe i just wanna be yours

| leah williamson x reader | fluff (?) | 0.9k | a/n: this scene's been stuck in my head for a minute. hopefully i conveyed it well enough to do the image in my mind justice. based off this original idea happy reading! 🫶

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You should've realized something was up when Leah suggested that you get ready first.

You hadn't thought much of it when the blonde had nonchalantly asked that you dress before her, citing she didn't want to trip over your straightening iron as she got dressed, and you'd mindlessly agreed, the kiss you got just before your hum of acceptance convincing you quickly and easily.

You had a dinner to get to, just a nice catch up with Leah's cousins at some fancy restaurant that you couldn't pronounce the name of even if your life depended on it, and you'd gotten dressed effortlessly, dress already chosen hours ago, make up light, hair styled perfectly.

All that was left to do was wait for Leah, the blonde taking her sweet time as you sat on your bed, phone in your hand, various different popular tiktok sounds playing one after the other as you mindlessly scrolled.

Between the setting sun peeking through your blinds, the soft lighting casting a warm glow in your room, and the gentle music playing in the background from Leah's speaker, you were more than content to wait for your girlfriend in the serenity of your bedroom.

Your tranquil moment didn't last long though, doom scrolling interrupted as you heard the blonde clear her throat loudly, the clear attempt at wordlessly trying to garner your attention causing you to roll your eyes before you shifted your eyes to her, only to feel your mouth go dry at the sight that met you, jaw going slightly slack as it dropped in awe.

Standing a handful of metres away from you stood the defender, back turned towards you, her white dress shirt ironed perfectly, dark trousers hugging her just right, a crisp belt wrapping around her hips where you now wished your hands were, blonde locks coming down in perfect waves as her watch reflected the golden light ethereally.

You could've sworn you've never seen anything more elegant in the world, not in all of your years of existence.

There was just something about the way she stood in front of the full length mirror, the top few buttons left undone purposefully to catch and hold your attention for a second or two, if the smirk on her face was anything to go by.

Azure eyes catching yours as Leah blindly (and insanely attractively, might you add) knotted her tie, not once breaking eye contact with you as a satisfied smirk rested easily on her face, you couldn't find it in yourself to tear your gaze away, sights fixated on the deft movement of her hand, as you watched in awe, rooted in your spot.

Truth be told, the defender had been waiting all evening for you to look her way, just so she could tease you so, well aware of your affinity for her dressed in a suit, it's why she wore them so often since you'd started dating.

So with your rapt attention now captivated by her form, eyes locked through the mirror, you found yourself unable to do anything but stare, pure admiration in your eyes, captivated by the way the whole outfit sat on the other girl so perfectly, defining her shoulders and waist in the best possibly way, pants tapering down perfectly.

You don't dare break the eye contact, no matter how much you're absolutely itching to drop your gaze onto her collarbones, them perfectly accentuated by the necklace you'd gotten her a while ago, it resting beautifully against the smooth skin, the light contrast tempting you to just walk over and litter marks over the expanse.

And you want to so desperately get up, just forget the dinner and stay in, just so you could show leah how much you appreciated the shirt, the necklace, her hair- her whole outfit really, let her know how much it had your heartbeat racing in anticipation. But you damn well knew she wouldn't let you come close to her, the opportunity to wind you up one that she was going to grasp with both hands, more than well aware you'd have the night to yourselves later anyways

So, doing your best to rest yourself on your forearms as you leaned back into the bed, groaning silently as leah shifted in her spot just enough for the shirt collar to move slightly to the left and reveal and expanse of smooth skin, you wondered exactly how you were going to get through tonight, if Leah would kill you with her slow torture

For now though, as much as it was killing you to not get up and press yourself against her back and litter kisses across her shoulders, you'd settle for watching her as she finished up with her tie, hands ruining your fun as they slowly did up the remaining buttons of the shirt, a gentle huff of laughter floating through the air the skipper took note of the disappointed look overtook your face

"Patience my love. All in good time."

Despite the fact that she got to take the piss out of your right now, unfortunately for you, you'd just have to wait until after dinner to have your fun.

At least you had the rest of the night to get your revenge, more than ready to go slow and steady, if that was what the blonde wanted.

#not proofread as usual #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso one shot #woso imagine #woso community #woso #fluff #my writing #blurb #mijwb

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resi4skz · 1 month

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Title: Starstruck (pt1)

Pairing: Chan!idol x Fem!reader

Enjoy!

Part 2 , Part 3

"The usual place?" Luna asks as I finish up decorating a cake that was due tomorrow.

"Yeah. Erica and Julie wants to go there too. Just make a reservation for," I glance at my watch. "5pm."

As she makes the reservation on the phone, I glue the white and pink fondant petals on the 2 tier cake with edible glue. It was a cute and simple cake for a 1yr old. Turning the cake turntable, I admire my work before placing it in the fridge for pickup tomorrow. "Hey, so he uploaded a video again."

I haven't turned around so fast in my life. I quickly walk over to her as she hands me her phone. Excitedly, I press play on the tiktok page she had left me. Music comes on as a man in a white skin tight full sleeve top and baggy pants comes on. He dances, showing his dance skills. I had been following him ever since he had 2 videos on his page. Now he has millions followers and loads of comments under each video.

The only downside? He wears a helmet in each one so no one really knows who he is. He's usually seen roaming the city of Seoul or videos like the one I'm watching. "Good lord, woman. You're starstruck."

I give the phone back and clean up the kitchen quickly. Sound comes from her phone and I start singing along the song 'Star Lost.' It's a song I always listen to when I need some cheering up. It's from the kpop group Stray Kids, a very popular boy group all around the world. Luna and I had always wanted to go to one of their concerts but with owning a bakery and orders piling on, we never had the time. But we both followed them on their instagram and bubble. Although I only had one bubble, the leader, the one and only Bang Chan.

After dinner, the four of us went our separate ways as we lived in different areas in the city. But I decided to stop by Han river to take a night stroll. It was nice this time around as it was getting a bit warm. Smiling, I close my eyes to feel the warm breeze of summer approaching.

I resume walking, enjoying the sound of the waves. There weren't many people around as it was pretty later and I liked that, less people to worry about. My phone buzzes as I approach a corner.

L: are you home yet?

As I'm about to reply, I walk into something. Or someone. "Ah, I'm sorr-"

My words stop in my throat as I blink at the person in front of me.

Am I seeing things?

I rub my eyes. He's wearing biker gear this time. But no helmet? I blink a few times at the back of his head. What is he doing here? It's when he turns around is the biggest surprise of my life. The black curly hair, the sharp jaw and those lips. I definitely know those lips. When my land on his eyes, I let out the biggest gasp. "You're....you're....."

"Shhh!" He says, putting his finger to his lips as he glances around. "Shit, I didn't expect for my identity to go this way."

"Holy shit. You're Bang Chan AND the biker dude?!"

Sighing, he closes his eyes, nodding his head. "Yes."

"Okay. I need to sit down. Or pinch myself," I said, transfixed at the man in front of me. "This is a dream, right?"

He laughs softly, his dimples popping. Oh my god. His dimples. "You're definitely not dreaming." He reaches up and pinches my arm.

I flinch, hissing at the sharp pain. "Ow!" Okay. Definitely not dreaming. "But what are you doing here?"

"I was trying to find a spot to film a tiktok."

"Right."

I watch him fiddle with the zipper of his biker jacket. "May I?" I asked, stepping closer to him. Once he nods, I place my hands at the front of his jacket and.....holy fuck he smells so good. Mentally cursing at myself, I pull the zipper down and step back.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," I replied smiling.

His phone buzzes and he pulls it out of his biker pants, turning around to take the call. After a few seconds, I take it as a sign to leave. As I'm scrambling my brain whether to tell Luna about what just happened when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, it's him again.

"Damn, you walk fast," he pants, his helmet dangling around his hand.

"Uhm, did something happen?" I asked, concerned.

"No, but," he fishes out phone again. "I wanted to ask a question."

"Okay..."

"Would you want to come to our concert?"

I almost choked on my spit. "W-what?"

"Our concert? It's this weekend."

"No. I heard you. Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you want me to go to your concert?" He gives a shrug to my question. "Is it to bribe me so I don't tell everyone about you?"

He gives another shrug and I laugh. "Oh my god, it is!"

"Look," he begins. "I can't have this going out otherwise my company won't let me hear the end of it."

Which was true because his company was shit. "Okay."

We exchange phone numbers. I stare at my phone with his number. Holy cannolli. I have Bang Chan's number. "I'll text you the details for the concert. Make sure to come to the backstage, yeah?"

"Okay."

"Alright, well, see ya," he says with a wink before putting on his helmet and sprinting away.

A little later when I'm home getting ready for bed, my phone chimes. Thinking it's Luna, I pick it up but freeze when I see the name on the screen.

C: did you get home okay?

Y/N: yes, was just getting ready for bed

C: oh? It's only 11pm

I snort at his text.

Y/N: only you would think it's early but I have been up since 5am and would like a 10hr nap with no interruptions

As soon as I hit send, my phone rings loudly making me jump. "Jesus." But it's him calling. "Hello?"

"A 10 hour nap? That's not a nap."

"It is for me."

"You're one weird woman but I like you."

My heart skips a beat. "Sure. Everyone likes me. You'd like my cakes too."

"Cakes?" He asked.

Ah, right. "I own a bakery with my friend, Luna."

"Maybe I'll come by sometime to taste your cake."

"Wait," I blink at his words. "You want to come to my bakery?"

He chuckles, music to my ears. "Why is that so surprising?"

"I mean," I began. "It's not everyday I get to hear that THE Bang Chan would visit my bakery."

"Alright, well I'll let you go."

I dream about a biker thay night.

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The following night, he invites me for coffee. Then later we're back at Han River again, walking and talking. After a few minutes, we reach his bike and he grabs his helmet. Gosh. How is the little things he does I find very attractive?

The next few seconds go by fast, my brain not comprehending what happened. I feel something soft and wet on my right cheek, eyes widened as I reach to touch when he steps back. Did he just....

"Let me drop you home?"

I could only nod as I suddenly didn't have the ability to speak. And as I sit behind him on the bike, I was having trouble finding a spot to hold onto when he grabs my hand and puts them around his waist. "That's much better," he says starting the bike. And we were off.

By the time he reached my apartment complex, I'm still stuck on the kiss he gave me on the cheek. "Y/N?"

"Huh?" I snap my eyes at him as I see him with his hand out for me to climb off the bike. "Oh!"

"So, Y/N."

"Y-yes?"

"Will I see you again?"

Is he talking in a sense of a date? Wait, he's asking ME on a date???? "At the concert?"

"And after," he said.

"After?" I blink, my brain going in overdrive.

"Yeah, I wanna take you out," he replied.

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yes," he chuckles.

"But we just met."

He takes a step closer and tucks my hair behind my ears. What is happening? "Yeah. It's not everyday everybody gets star struck."

Holy moly. His brown boba eyes are so pretty. I can check off many things on my bucket list with him being number 1. "But you're an idol. And I'm just a normal human who works in a bakery."

"So?"

"So, wouldn't it be weird for you to go out and be bombarded by paparazzi?"

"Good point," he nods. "But I have my ways, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. Bang Chan just called me a sweetheart. "Right. I forget you know almost everyone in the industry."

"It's a curse."

"What? Hello? It's not a curse. If I was like you, I wouldn't have trouble with social anxiety," I exclaimed. "I wouldn't give a fuck about anyone saying anything to me then."

He snorts, laughing. "You're so cute."

"Hey!"

"Sorry, sorry," he says. "But it's a fact that I do know everyone and everything."

"See? You get it. While my introverted mind can't even fathom being in crowds," I huff, crossing my arms. When my eyes meet his, he's staring at me with such fire in his eyes. I squirm on my spot. "What?"

"Nothing. Just wondering if I should come up and show you what an extrovert can do or just leave before I do something drastic."

I visbly gulp. Holy shit, Christopher. "Uhm."

But he just smiles at me and wears his helmet with the visor up. "I'll see you at the concert?"

"Yeah."

He gets on his bike, revvs it up a bit then he turns around and winking at me before driving away.

When I'm settled in bed, nice and cozy, my phone buzzes. "Luna if this is yo-" But my eyes widen at the name popping up.

C: sweet dreams, babygirl ;)

I cannot wait for the concert.

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