#double trouble leans more towards cute

[storiesforthemoonchild]

Jealousy | Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

I know I said a Lessi fic was next, but let's be honest... this is basically an Aitana fan page atp. based on this request, enjoy :)

You enter the locker room and excitedly wrap yourself around Aitana’s smaller frame only to have her shake you off, “rude! What did I do to you?” You whine trying to grab hold again. 

Aitana doesn’t spare you a glance before she’s huffing and heading to the showers. 

Keira laughs, “looks like you’re in the dog house today.”

“I didn’t do anything though,” you pout taking a seat at your locker. You had no clue what you could’ve possibly done in the matter of fifteen minutes from the match ending to you making it back to the changing rooms. 

Aitana had as usual been the first one wrapping you in a hug after the win. You replay every single moment since that hug trying to find what happened. 

“You are in trouble,” Mapi arrives in the changing rooms laughing. 

Eyes wide at the claim you jump to your feet, “I didn’t do anything.” Mapi shrugs still laughing along with a few other girls at your expense. 

The fact everyone but you seemed to know why Aitana was upset with you only makes you more angry. You stuff your belongings into your bag and make your way to the bus, skipping the shower until you get home. 

The time alone allowed for you to calm down before the rest of the team started filing on the bus. You had hoped the shower would’ve done the same for Aitana but she again doesn’t even look your way as she settles in beside Kiera. 

You groan, letting the bus fill up before making your way to the midfielder. You squat in the aisle and grab hold of her hand, “Tana, come sit with me please.” You do your best to whisper, knowing that as soon as one of the girls caught on it would be nonstop teasing. 

“I want to talk to Kiera,” Aitana’s pout cute as ever makes you want to scream. 

However, you were really just happy she didn’t pull her hand away, “please cariño.” You see Aitana tries to fight a smile at you using the Spanish term of endearment by shaking her head. “Okay,” you lean down and place a kiss on her hand before walking away. 

You couldn’t force her and she had told you she planned on staying at your place tonight, so you’d have plenty of time to talk. The ride felt excruciatingly long, your leg bouncing nervously the whole way. 

You and Aitana hadn’t been together that long. Every small thing that happened felt like a first still. Of course you had some miscommunication and tiny arguments, but she had never ignored you. 

When the bus arrives back you don’t give Aitana the chance to try and make her way to someone else’s car. She arrived with you and you planned to make sure she left with you. You grab her bag silently and march over towards your car, “hey!” Aitana shrieks her short legs working double time to match your pace. 

You don’t stop until you reach your car, opening the back door and throwing both bags in, “what should we have for dinner?” You question like everything is normal. 

“I’m not hungry,” Aitana grumbles, putting up no fight and sliding into the passenger seat. 

You follow suit, allowing the silence to consume you both for a moment before reaching over and grabbing her hand, “can we talk now?”

“No,” the newly stubborn midfielder says firmly. “I want to go home to my place.”

You groan, running a frustrated hand over your face, “baby, give me something. I have no clue what I did.”

“Why don’t you go talk to your little friend from Levante,” she’s stoic, arms crossed over her chest and eyes straight ahead. 

You try to hold your laugh when you finally realize what she means, but it’s too funny. This was definitely a first, it all made sense now. “Aitana you’re joking right?”

“I got a yellow card for you,” she nearly shouts.

“What?” You giggle not understanding how her yellow card was for you. 

A defeated sigh falls from her and you try to straighten up, “she…she kept grabbing you and holding you on corners. I don’t like it so I knocked her over on purpose, but then you go off and cuddle her on the pitch after.”

“I didn’t cuddle anyone Tana, we are friends, so I gave her a hug. Are you seriously jealous?”

“No,” she vehemently denies. “You let her rub your leg.”

You think back on the whole interaction you had after the game. Greeting your former teammate with a hug, and talking about the little details of your life, where you mostly gushed about your girlfriend. Then, the leg cramps you get after nearly every game coming on and her helping to work them out. It was all innocent and you hadn’t thought anything of it. 

“Cariño, I had a cramp,” you reason, your thumb gliding across her cheek. 

Her eyes finally meet yours, “but I am supposed to be the one who helps you with them. You are mine,” she pouts. 

As if you needed more reasons to fall deeper for her she goes and does this. “I am very much yours. Everyone knows that.”

“I do not want others touching,” she whispers, eyes fluttering close when you lean in to place a soft kiss to her lips. 

You never pegged Aitana as the jealous type. Everything between you had been light and simple since the start. No dramatics, no big declarations, just easy. You both said what you wanted and that was that. 

However, it doesn’t mean you mind the jealousy. It was cute if nothing else, but you never wanted her to feel like she had a reason to question whether you were hers. “Okay, no one else. I’ll let you rub out all of my cramps from now on,” you assure her. 

“Promise?” She looks at you tenderly, eyes wide and mouth set in an adorable frown. 

You use your hands to lift her mouth into a smile, pinching her cheeks softly until a real smile reveals itself. “I promise. Even though seeing you jealous is very cute,” you chuckle. 

Aitana whines, folding her arms across her chest as she sits back in her seat, “can we just go home. It’s embarrassing.”

“Hey, look at me,” you wait for her eyes to meet yours. “There’s no one else in the world that I want. You’re stuck with me amor.”

Aitana’s mouth opens and closes a few times before she sighs, unable to get whatever words she wants to say out. You had an idea, the both of you having laid out a few hints that you wanted to say those three words over the last couple weeks. Again there was no rush, you knew it would happen naturally. “You…” Aitana pokes at your chest, “are mine,” she declares, pulling you into a deep kiss. 

You nod, smiling when she rolls her eyes playfully shoving you away as she tries to still appear upset. A part of you wanted to make her jealous more often just to see the cute reaction. The other part wanted to do everything in your power to never be the reason she frowned again. You knew the latter would win, you were humiliatingly weak for making her smile. 

“Jealous,” you joke one final time as you start the car. She groans, slumping deeper down into the seat as a blush coats her cheeks. 

“Just drive,” she groans, reaching for your hand and placing it in her lap. A content smile on your face as she plays with your fingers, happy peace has been restored. 

#aitana bonmati #aitana bonmati x reader #aitana bonmati imagine #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #barca femeni x reader

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Merry Christmas

Christmas 2023 (Krampus x GN!Reader)

Chains and Whips

CW: Non-con, dub-con, bondage, anal, sadism, monster fucking, mild brat training, bratty reader, pain play, breaking and entering

"So... He's, like, a demon?" (Reader) took another sip of their cocoa while giving their friend a half jokingly judgemental look, squinting their eyes over their oversized mug. For the holidays (Reader) found themselves with nowhere to go, and ended up traveling with their best friend to her hometown. It was a tiny little place, cute, and very strange. (Reader) had, of course, heard about Krampus before but only because of B-rated horror movies, so seeing an entire village of people hanging up pictures of him alongside Santa Claus was a culture shock, to say the least. Stranger than the abundant Krampus merch was the fact that everyone spoke of it with respect, as though the creature was real, a respect not given to Santa.

"Well, no, kinda, but no." Johanna flicked her wrist as she spoke, eyes glazed and unfocused in the warmth of the heated living room. "Krampus is older than Saint Nicholas and Christianity."

It was difficult to stay awake, all bundled up under a mountain of blankets while the TV quietly played a movie in the background. Snow was falling outside, while children played in the setting sun, laughing outside Johanna's window.

"So, does he kidnap naughty children?"

"No, he beats them with a stick." She tiredly waved her hand in a whipping motion to illustrate her point, as though (Reader) didn't know what she meant by "beating".

"That sounds horrifying." (Reader) smiled, chuckling. Their eyelids were beginning to glue themselves shut.

"Yeah. During Krampusnacht boys like to dress up as him and try to scare people. I used to be terrified of him." Johanna rolled over and propped herself up, resting her head on her hand while sprawling out further on the warm couch across (Reader) on the adjacent lounge. "Thank God I was such a good kid!" She said cheekily.

(Reader's) grin grew. "Should I be in trouble then?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm naughty." (Reader) joked, wiggling their shoulders comically.

The young woman sat up. Her face had flipped instantly from silly to frustrated, swapping from a sleepy gaze for furrowed brows. "That's not funny, (Reader)."

Shocked by Johanna's sudden seriousness, (Reader) sat up as well, doubling down on the joke. "Should probably lock your door tonight, to keep me safe."

"Stop!" She whined, looking genuinely nervous.

"What?" (Reader) leaned forward, amused by their friend's reaction. "Are you really scared?"

"Yes!"

"Scared he's going to come punish me?"

Johanna rolled her eyes. "Krampus is real."

(Reader) wanted to push their friend a little further. This was the first time they had ever seen Johanna act in such a way. Johanna was a fearless woman, a badass who was a regular ole adrenaline junkie; the kind of person to jump out a plane without hesitation. And here she was, losing her patience over a mythological creature.

The dramatic young adult launched themselves off the couch and towards a window, swaying their hips theatrically. They threw open the window as far as it could go, cupping their mouth to amplify their voice out into the neighborhood, moaning;

"Oh no! I hope some big, hairy, Krampus doesn't come and punish me for being such a naughty little whore!"

"(Reader)!"

"Please, don't come punish me for being such a tight little cum slut!" (Reader) laughed as Johanna grabbed their arm, now giggling as well, albeit more out of nerves than honest joy.

"(Reader), please! I'm serious!" Johanna closed the window, forgetting to lock it as she was too busy looking over her shoulder at her ridiculous friend. "I swear to God, if I have to wake up in the middle of the night to save your life..!"

(Reader) wasn't done being obnoxious, shaking their ass as they pretended to run away in fear. "Oh no! Don't let him spank me! Oh noooo!"

Johanna grabbed a throw pillow and chucked it at (Reader's) head hard enough to make them lose their balance. "You would get fucking wrecked by Krampus."

"Yeah, my ass-"

"Wouldn't even last a second. You would lose a fight against a marshmallow, you aren't going to go up against an ancient being worshipped for centuries."

After falling back onto the couch (Reader) had chosen for their sleeping spot, they rolled their eyes, dropping the act. (Reader) wasn't actually a naughty person. Not only were they not "naughty" in the innocent definition of the word, being the kind of person to return other shoppers' carts they refused to put away themselves, but in the dirty sense they weren't particularly "naughty" either. (Reader) wasn't a virgin, just suffering from a dry spell. "Goodnight, Jojo."

"Goodnight! I set my alarm for five.'

"Ew!"

"I'll see you in the morning!"

"Nooooooo....."

Johanna left (Reader) for her childhood bedroom, leaving (Reader) in the dark living room, not entirely alone.

.........................

(Reader) wasn't asleep for long when the room became too unbearably cold, causing pins and needles in their legs that forced them to stand up. The time on their phone informed (Reader) that it was only one in the morning. They bundled up in the blanket Johanna provided and slipped into the kitchen to make a cup of decaf tea.

'Why's it so cold?' (Reader) shivered violently as they waited for the water to warm up enough for their drink. It was so warm before (Reader) passed out, that if the Christmas lights on the tree weren't still on they would have thought that there was a power outage. The water loudly began to sizzle in the electric kettle, making (Reader) panic, turning it off. They would have felt like shit if they accidentally woke up Johanna. Her grandparents were out of town, opting to go on a cruise during the holidays instead of hanging around in the cold to visit family, which (Reader) respected. They deserved to enjoy their retirement. Although they had never met, the older couple offered (Reader) their room, which (Reader) politely declined. Although (Reader) said that it was to respect their privacy, it was actually because (Reader) just didn't feel comfortable sleeping in someone else's bed.

The mug began to smell like tea instead of hot water as the bag steeped. (Reader) drank quickly, eager to warm up and get back to sleep. They peaked over at the clock on the oven.

1:00

It had taken almost ten minutes to make one cup of tea, but the time was still one am.

(Reader) felt a shiver crawl down their spine.

Before they could wrap their mind around the time, a rough hand with long, sharp nails, clasped over (Reader's) mouth, dragging them off the chair. The mug went flying, shattering against the tile flooring, along with the wooden chair tipping over and loudly clattering.

Despite the struggle and muffled screams, Johanna did not come down to (Reader's) rescue.

The lights that had been strung up on the tree were tied around (Reader's) arms, securing their hands behind their back. (Reader) fell unceremoniously to their knees.

Above them stood a giant shape in the dark. A tattered red cloak, chains and hooks, black fur..

Hooves sunk into the carpet of the living room. Black fur covered the majority of it's exposed body, and the skin that wasn't hairy was a dark grey with black discoloration. Large horns rose from his skull like a crown. His long, almost human face held a twisted smirk, split open just enough to show off his rows of sharp teeth. Within his primate sockets were goat like eyes, yellow and glowing in the dark.

Despite the heat of the bulbs pressed against (Reader's) arms, the terrified person felt colder than before.

Krampus.

He bent down, gently pressing his clawed thumb into (Reader's) mouth, rubbing his bitter tasting finger across their tongue as (Reader) sat shell shocked.

'He's real.'

(Reader) felt as he played with the wet insides of their mouth, only breaking out of their trance when his nail poked the sensitive wall of their inner cheek.

A surprised cry echoed throughout the house, earning a hand grabbing a fistful of (Reader's) hair, yanking their head back warningly. (Reader) bit down on the disgusting tasting hand as harshly as they could, but it only resulted in an amused chuckle. The creature's laugh was deep, rumbling like thunder in his chest.

He released (Reader) and effortlessly pulled his thumb out from their teeth. One of the many chains with hooks was uncoiled from the demon's shoulder and thrown to his cloven feet.

"Hey, wait-!" (Reader) protested as they were lift up and placed on their feet with only one hand. Their pajama bottoms were pulled down around their ankles, taking their underpants with them. "Stop!"

The hook Krampus had prepared was picked back up, the stench of his body becoming overwhelming as he engulfed (Reader) in his arms, jangling the chain behind their back as he prepared something.

"I don't know what you are, but I swear to God, I'm going to start screaming rape if you don't stop! The neighbors will call the cops!" (Reader) didn't know what they were saying, the adrenaline spike forcing out tough sounding sentences that made no sense, given the fact that this wasn't a normal human home invader.

Another rumble rolled throughout his rib cage as something cold violated (Reader's) ass. (Reader) involuntarily screamed as the hook was lodged into their anus.

They tried to fall to the floor, allowing their legs to turn to jelly, but Krampus tugged on the chain above them, forcing them up onto their toes. Their hands were still tied behind their back, so their balance was depended entirely on the chain.

Krampus seemed pleased, looking down at the teary little human.

(Reader) was not on the naughty list.

They had always been a good person, mindful of others and always attempting to do what was right. So when they opened the window that night, releasing their scent and calling out to Krampus, he knew what they were really implying.

A long, pink cock slick and shiny in the multicolor glow of (Reader's) bindings emerged from the black mass of fur between his animalistic legs. It was thin, but it continued emerging, revealing itself to almost be the length of his thigh.

He grabbed (Reader's) hair again, forcefully pushing their upper half down, bending them at their waist. They couldn't fall because of the chain still holding (Reader) up. The hand on (Reader's) head shoved their face down to his crotch, slipping his slimy cock between their lips as they begged him to stop. Like a sword, the long penis went down their throat, rubbing against their uvula, and poking into their stomach. Vomit rose and threatened to choke (Reader), coughing it up around his thin cock that smelled like his fingers.

(Reader) tried to straighten their back to pull his dick out of their body, but the Krampus yanked up on the hook while laughing, causing (Reader) to fall forward back onto his dick as their feet lost contact with the ground.

The chain was given some slack, placing (Reader) back onto their toes. They were able to pull off his dick long enough to release the bile onto his thighs. It was still in their mouth, but at it's thin tip, allowing (Reader) the chance to breathe. Then he pulled up again, ramming (Reader) onto him like some kind of pulley operated sex toy.

(Reader) felt their muscles burn as their face was mercilessly fucked by the monster, bobbing their head up and down his shaft by the chain still attached to (Reader's) ass.

Krampus dropped the heavy metal chain to grab (Reader's) head, slapping his heavy balls against their chin as his fucking became more erratic, smashing their nose into his thick fur as his chuckles turned to deep moans and pants. Then, (Reader's) face was held against his pelvis tightly as painfully hot fluid shot straight into their stomach.

He pulled out slowly, still twitching with little pumps of cum as he slid the cock out of their throat and over their tongue.

(Reader) left their mouth open, feeling the smelly fluid drip off their tongue and onto the floor, hoping they would vomit up the rest of his jizz they were forced to drink. The appearance of (Reader) with sticky white drool still connected in a long string to the tip of his hard cock, along with the pathetic little sniffles they made as tears dribbled down their cheeks, excited Krampus more, encouraging him to continue.

Still coughing up the suffocating muck, (Reader) was hoisted into the air, this time not by the hook that had fallen out of their rear, but but the Christmas lights around their midsection.

Suspended above the ground, (Reader) frantically kicked their legs. Krampus held the back of the bindings of their arms with one clawed fist, exposing themselves to him. A foot made contact with his knee in the struggle, but Krampus didn't flinch, completely unfazed by (Reader's) strength.

"No more! Fucking stop!" (Reader) squealed in desperation. They knew he could see how aroused they had become from this angle. (Reader) couldn't see his face, but knew he was smirking at them like the bastard he was. They didn't want to, but their body couldn't help it. It felt good to be fucked.

It had been a long time since (Reader) had had sex, but even longer since they had been fucked.

His still wet member pried open (Reader's) clenched hole. It wasn't painful, with how thin it was, but it kept going in, deeper, and deeper. It hit the point where a large human cock would have stopped, but the monster didn't seem to care for (Reader's) discomfort, forcing himself all the way in. (Reader) didn't even know how they fit all that dick inside of them. But the moment they felt his hot hips grind against their ass, their eyes fluttered.

Unable to touch the ground, (Reader) was held up by the Krampus' left hand and his erection. The lights dug into their ribs painfully, scraping against them as Krampus used the decoration as a harness. His thrusts were fast and hard, just like when he was raping (Reader's) mouth. He went deeper into their slutty hole than anyone ever had before, forcibly giving (Reader) unwanted pleasure.

"H- Help!" (Reader) shakily whined as they fought against how good his slimy inhuman dick felt as he pounded them from behind. Each snap of his hips hit their nerves better than any man had before. The building tightness was eroding (Reader's) will to fight.

'This isn't morally wrong.. right?'

'It's like a dream.. no one judges you for who you fuck in a dream you can't control..'

Their stomach contracted as their orgasm built, threatening to release. But just as (Reader) was about to finish, Krampus ceased his movements, holding them unbearably still against him.

(Reader) involuntarily whined. The climax slowly dissolved, losing the momentum. "Please let me go.."

Something hard painfully slapped their ass, cracking loudly like a riding crop. (Reader) cried out before they could bite their lip, earning another chuckle from the goat man as he continued dicking them down from behind.

Just as (Reader) tried to hush the sounds of enjoyment singing out from their own mouth, another slap from the wood stung their rippling ass cheek as Krampus buried his cock into them.

The rising orgasm built faster this time, causing (Reader) to shake as though they were helping rock themselves onto Krampus' long dick. Their thighs quivered and their breaths became ragged. Each thrust was alternated with a stinging whack to (Reader's) behind. And each time that wood contacted sharply against their skin, (Reader) was brought closer to the edge.

But again, he stopped, only keeping himself in as (Reader) lost their orgasm. They moaned angrily.

It seemed obvious that (Reader) was enjoying this, so why did he keep stopping?? Embarrassment filled (Reader) up and spilled out as tears and a cock hungry sob. "Please.." (Reader) squeezed their eyes shut in shame. "Please finish up.."

"Be more specific." A frighteningly deep voice rumbled from behind (Reader). "What do you want me to do, naughty little whore?"

Precum leaked down (Reader's) legs. "Please let me cum.."

The switch smacked them harder. "What was that?"

"Please let me cum!" (Reader) felt themselves tightening around his dick as they raised their voice. "Please fuck me stupid! I want to cum!"

Another harsh slap earned a gasp from (Reader), urging them to continue begging.

"Please fuck me!"

He laughed quietly while pulling (Reader) up so they could see his face. His dick was still buried deep inside of them as he gazed down at them with predatory eyes. "What a good little slut.."

His lips smashed against (Reader's) forcing his tongue into their kiss as he resumed his assault on their tired, raw genitals. (Reader) returned the kiss just as desperately as Krampus gave it. Their kissing made (Reader) light headed as his ramming cock fucked them past the point of no return.

(Reader) came loudly at the same time as Krampus shot another round into their greedy fuck hole. Even after his seed spilled out he continued pumping, slapping his wet hips up against (Reader's) as he rode out his second orgasm. He kept his cock nestled deep inside (Reader) as they passed out, falling asleep in his arms as he weakly continued rubbing himself against their twitching walls.

(Reader) woke up in the morning on the couch, their clothes on and bundled up in a warm blanket. Johanna was awake, making coffee. Their face burned, wondering what they could have eaten the night before to make them dream about something so dirty, and so vividly.

"You awake yet?"

(Reader) quickly sat up, sore, presumably from sleeping on a couch. "Yeah, I'm getting up."

They stood, but almost immediately felt their knees buckle as cum poured out of them into their pants so quickly (Reader) thought they pissed themselves. (Reader) squawked, pulling open their bottoms to find their underwear missing, and the insides of their pants painted with someone else's fluids, still leaking out of their swollen hole.

"Haha, what was that?" (Reader) quickly pulled up their pants as their friend entered the living room with the mug (Reader) broke the night before.

"Nothing."

"You sure? You look kinda feverish.."

"I'm good!"

"I was just thinking about how to get on the naughty list again next year~"

#merry christmas #yandere #yandere monster #monster fuckers #christmas 2023 #krampus #Krampus x reader #gn reader #cw noncon #cw dubcon #brat reader #mild brat taming #yandere monster x reader #happy holidays #yandere x reader #christmas

[emelinstriker]

{Triad AU} Wukong ♡ Crafty Love

This is my own lil take/idea on the Triad AU by @skittlescripts​ - Basically you don't have a double life in my version but are the reincarnation of his love. Just cuz I can only write what my interest chooses to sit on, and it apparently didn't sit well with the by day/nightlife concept hfdngfhdngfd- So it ended up with picking a different path in my head. :'D

Smol doodle drawn by me with my persona cuz it fits more than a random Wukong screenshot. c:

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

Today was a pretty chill day for your workplace. You did have customers come in, but it wasn't as many as usual. Assuming people were simply busy themselves today, you didn't think much of it. Well, that was until one of your co-workers told you about how your boss seemed to have gotten into some trouble with a member of the local triad. Something along the lines of her having gotten into an argument over keeping the restaurant on their king's turf. But apparently it was a lower member, so he ended up threatening to get a higher-up. And customers who received the news were wary about eating there for a while.

Nothing happened however, so it seemed more like an empty threat from your boss's point of view.

And yet due to what you heard, you were a little bit on edge yourself. Mainly about the potential shut down of the restaurant, making you essentially jobless once more. And you actually did enjoy your job here.

You were the one who designed the restaurant aesthetically, making it feel more welcoming for those afraid of the organization lurking everywhere. And since the restaurant was in a rather shady part of Megapolis, it stood out quite a long. You were also in charge of making to-go packages look nicely. Aluminum animals were littered around the windows for show of your abilities in the crafts of origami and general design.

And it did garner a lot of attention because most passerby found it really cute. Even customers' children sometimes asked if they could make their own little animals with your assistance. But your skills did not make you famous or really be seen. You were quite invisible to the public eye, always sitting quietly in a corner or in the back of the restaurant. In fact, you were so invisible that the two powerful demons that came in later that day didn't notice you folding up another delivery for someone who ordered for pick-up. The customer specifically asked for a fox as a little gift for one of his family members. You yourself were so occupied by your artistic piece and playlist's music that you didn't notice them coming in either.

The demons were talking to your co-worker and were 'kindly' asking for your boss. And of course, your co-worker, terrified as she was, jogged towards the back to get your boss.

"Ugh, why does everyone keep on picking this part of the city for their business?" The monkey with an eye patch questioned while scrolling through his phone, thoroughly bored. He knew this 'talk' wouldn't take long, so why was he demanded to join in the first place?

The other simian leaning against the counter huffed, "Well, they simply don't learn this area is off-limits. I don't even see any reason to keep this restaurant here anyway. We can just scare off every customer if we go the non-violent route." He quickly flipped through the menu, or rather looked at solely the pictures. "Even the food here looks mediocre at best. Killing the people here plus the business would actually be a blessing."

"At least the decoration's nice. I mean, look at this cat!" The black-furred one commented, holding up a miniature kitten made out of aluminum foil he found by the counter.

"Hm, true", the other one admitted. His eyes then glanced around the room's decor... until his eyes landed on you.

You, who made The Great Sage instantly freeze in shock.

You, who was sitting lonely in the corner of the empty restaurant.

You... who looked like an exact replica of his long lost lover, just with different clothing.

His one and only beloved, who managed to tame this beast of a feral demon... until they died to another demon's talons. It caused the Monkey King to snap and make sure this demon would no longer serve as a reminder of what happened. The environment wasn't safe from the encounter either. Unfortunately, he was unable to bring you back, and he had no way of knowing if you would ever be able to reincarnate. But it seems he finally had found you after so many years. And you were the one behind the creation of the only good thing about this restaurant.

The monkey stared at you for so long that his eyes started to dilate and his tail started to slowly swish from side to side. His lips curled into a soft smile as he witnessed your happiness with your work. His friend seemed to notice and followed his gaze.

Ah. Now he understood.

He smirked at his superior's lovestruck expression. Until your co-worker returned, trailing behind your boss, who suddenly seemed a lot more anxious than ever before. The two monkeys gazes snapped back at the two women behind the counter. One monkey seemed amused while the other seemed to have been caught off-guard.

"Yeah, so, we came here because one of my men noticed your restaurant and you were not willing to leave our turf. And we came to settle what he didn't manage to do", the black-furred one stated nonchalantly, his gaze lingering back onto his phone, seemingly searching for something specific.

"Oh Great Sage Equal To Heaven! I beg of you! Please don't kill us!" Your boss pleaded, lowering her head and putting her hands together.

The Great Sage's eyes then glanced back over to you, still vibing to your music and smiling at your crafty little work. You just finished another smaller fox as extra, and he couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable. He then looked back at your boss with a smirk. "You know what? Nevermind, you get to keep your lives and your business."

Confused, yet still frightened, your boss asked him what made him change his mind.

"Simple. You got one amazing and absolutely stunning crafty person working here. Would be a shame if anything happened to your or this business while they still work here~", he answered as his eyes traveled back over to your corner. Your boss glanced between him and you repeatedly before laughing in what one could only describe as a mix of relief and confusion... or concern.

"W-Well, they are a great person, indeed! I assigned them to this task specifically because they don't want to be seen or have to talk to customers. So we- ...huh?" Your boss stopped, watching helplessly as The Great Sage Equal To Heaven approached your seat with his hands in his pockets. Both her and your co-worker were silently praying for your life.

You were still busy with another aluminum animal, when you suddenly felt someone's presence drawing closer. You finally looked up when the person was hovering over you. "Um... may I help you, sir?" You asked as you took off your headphones. What you didn't expect was that the person was a monkey with fancy-looking clothing. He was blushing a little but you were too confused to notice. Apparently you didn't recognize him. He saw it as mostly a blessing because he didn't want the reincarnation of his beloved to fear him. The way you were so casual towards him was what drew him into your past life's relationship in the first place.

"Oh, I just saw your fascinating little crafts and wanted to say you- I-I mean, they look lovely!" He stammered out nervously. You blinked at him before leaning over the table to grab a little aluminum monkey you made before. It wasn't quite as accurate as the birds you've created, but it was still recognizable. You then held up the mini monkey in front of him with a smile.

"Would you like to have this one? It's not great by any means, I'm... still practicing monkeys. I-I hope it doesn't look offensive, otherwise I could-" "It's perfect..." He cut you off, gently taking the animal made out of foil. He would hate himself if he accidentally damaged it in any way with his strength. His claws barely brushed over the softness of your hands, but it was enough to make him feel the tingling sensation you imprinted on him. The Great Sage then gave you a loving smile and a nod in appreciation, "Thank you..."

While the two of you were chatting away about your masterpieces, laughing when certain jokes were made, your boss and co-worker were baffled. They wouldn't have believed it if the scene wasn't playing out right in front of their eyes. The Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal To Haven, leader of the most feared triad, and immortal Monkey King... was casually talking to a practically invisible stranger without threatening them even once. Or even making them feel uncomfortable.

Were you so oblivious to the fact that you were speaking to a man who could not only kill you, but also destroy everything around you without even trying?

Well, it wasn't so much about being oblivious than it was just about being a decent person. You've heard of the triad, and you've heard rumors of the infamous Monkey King. However, that doesn't mean you would necessarily have to treat him any different to any other customer since you didn't know him personally. You've never even seen the guy until now. And by his looks, you could easily assume it was him.

Meanwhile Macaque seemed amused by the situation. Something only he seemed to have noticed was Wukong's tail wagging happily. Its movement wasn't fast, but it still reminded him of a dog who found its long missing owner. So he couldn't help but take a picture of the scene. It wouldn't serve so much as blackmail, but it would be enough to calm him down with a picture of you if the other simian started to go off again.

And if that wasn't enough, he took some extra pictures of specifically you being happy with Wukong.

"So what you're saying is that if I order food for pick-up or delivery, you would be the one packing it up?" The orange monkey asked, purposefully playing dumb.

"Yeah, unless I'm sick or have a day off. Then one of my co-workers does the packing instead", you responded, pointing in the counters' general direction. Your co-worker let out a nervous squeak before hiding behind your boss.

"Great, so I'll get to see your pretty face a lot more often!" Your face turned a light shade of red at his comment. Too shocked that someone, anyone, let alone The Great Sage would compliment you past your work. He gave you a grin, "It's decided. You can expect me to order food at least once a day."

You blinked in absolute confusion, meanwhile your co-workers were dumbfounded. "Eh?"

"Well, it was nice talking to a stunning and demon-friendly person such as yourself, peaches. But I believe my visitation time's up for today. I hope you're back here tomorrow though." He winked at you at the end, making your blush darken just a bit that he could still notice.

"And don't worry about your business, boss lady", he added as he turned towards the counter with a smirk. "So long as your amazing artist's working here, this restaurant is under the triad's protection. Anyone who tries to get rid of it will have to get through me and my men first." His eyes seemed to darken just a little as his smirk grew into something a bit more sinister. The Monkey King let out a laugh at your co-workers' scared expressions. The dark-furred simian on the other hand huffed in amusement, showing his own fanged grin to the two women. This seemed to scare them a few steps further away from the counter he was now sitting on.

The orange-furred monkey then pulled out a pen and used a piece of unused foil before writing something down on it. He then slid it over the table towards you, placing his other hand on his hips. "Here, feel free to text or call me anytime. And by anytime, I do mean anytime. Feel free to also contact me when you feel unsafe or just want company! I really wouldn't mind showing up in person!"

To be honest, it was actually strange for Macaque to see his old friend act this weirdly. He could tell Wukong was trying to sway and seduce you. But due to how he wasn't trying to do it to manipulate you, and him haven't genuinely done this in hundreds of years, he kind of lost his touch. The shadow monkey could see him struggling as he was a nervous mess on the inside.

His tail gave away his nervous vibes the most. It kept on moving around, curling in on itself, as well as seemingly trying to hold itself back from just wrapping around you for much needed comfort. You glanced at the info written down on the piece of aluminum before gently smiling at him with a nod. "Will do, thanks! It was nice chatting with you too, Mr. Monkey King."

"Please, just call me Wukong. 'Mister' just makes me feel an extra millennium older."

"But you are old, grandpa!" Macaque exclaimed from across the room, earning him a death glare from his ticked off boss.

"You're one to talk, emo dinosaur!" The King snapped back. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh at their childish insults, making the orange-furred monkey slowly turn towards you, his heartbeat seemingly increasing at the sound. He needed to hear your laugh more.

"Anyway, I'll take this with me," he stated as he picked up one the menus from the table, "and we'll be on our way now. See you tomorrow, peaches~" The Great Sage then rather aggressively grabbed the other amused demon by the back of his coat, casually picking him up and carrying him towards the exit, the aluminum monkey still being gently held by his other hand. "Move along Macaque, we don't have all day."

"Until next time, (Y/N)!" Macaque called out as he waved at you as best as he could, still being carried away like a kitten.

...How did he know your name? You only told Wukong during your conversation... 'Man, those rumors about the Six-Eared Macaque having incredible hearing must be true if he was able to hear that', you thought. Little did you know that he already knew your name despite his hearing.

However, from that day on your life's daily routine changed. Wukong would ask for a different order everyday, testing out everything from the menu to see if it was even worth buying more than one specific order everytime. And any food he didn't like he would give to MK to try out. His adoptive son was actually pretty fond of the restaurant's food, to the point where he would either go eat there by himself, with friends or come eat with his dad. Most of the time the triad would only ask to grab pick-up food, but there were days where members would actually eat by the tables. You weren't sure if they only asked for pick-up as to not scare away any non-triad customers, but it did seem to invite in more people each day.

Wukong would sometimes also stay at the restaurant, specifically eating at the same table as you while you were packing up other peoples' orders. He started off pretty nervous during your first conversations, but he quickly became a lot more casual with you. Even his flirting attempts became a lot smoother and would easily catch you off-guard, leaving you a blushing mess everytime. Meanwhile you decided to show him how to create his own little army of aluminum animals.

It might take a while to get you to fully fall for him again, but he would do anything to be with you forever. Even if simple little animal crafts would bring you two closer step by step. Reincarnation or not, he loved you until the day he dies...

Which is saying a lot in his case.

> Masterlist <

#lmk x reader #lmk triad au #triad au #sun wukong x reader #monkey king x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk sun wukong x reader #bro it's almost midnight

[togrowoldinv]

Hot Ones with Flo

Florence Pugh x Reader

You accompany Florence at her Hot Ones interview

Note: Florence was just so cute in this interview I had to do this ☺️ It’s short and sweet fluff! I used a funny pic because she was killing me with her reactions. Enjoy!

Florence Pugh Masterlist, Main Masterlist

When Florence found out that she was going to be doing a Hot Ones interview, she was so excited. She called you from work and you cheered along with her.

Naturally, she asked you to go to the studio with her and today you’re here to see her do the interview.

Before it even starts, she’s laughing and cutting up with the interviewer as well as the camera crew. She truly lights up every set she’s on. Even this one.

They tell her she’s got a few more minutes before they roll the cameras, so she sneaks over to see you.

“Hey darling,” she greets you.

“Are you ready?” You ask her, pulling her close.

“I am fully prepared to be sweaty and hot, but yes,” Florence replies. “Are you sure you don’t want to try it?”

You shoot her a look and she chuckles.

“Okay okay, just me since you’re a baby,” she teases.

“We’ll see who the baby is when you’re done eating those.”

The crew tells Florence and it’s time. She leaves you with a quick kiss.

You watch as she takes on the first few wings without much trouble. She even makes up menus for the sauce and you can’t help but laugh.

Florence raises her hand to keep that one clean. You snap a picture because it’s just hilarious how she won’t put it down.

“It’s like eating battery acid,” she says as one finally gets to her. She hits the table and coughs.

She spares you a glance and you give her an encouraging double thumbs up. A single tear rolls down her cheek, but she chuckles through it all.

Florence keeps going strong and her attention is taken away by her making the tea. You laugh at her explaining the teabag debacle.

“Bums up!” Flo yells before she’s suddenly complaining about how the hot tea makes her tongue burn worse.

But she bounces back quickly and explains how she had a great time. They call cut and you walk towards her.

“You did great, babe!” You say. She’s grabbing a beer from behind the tables.

“I’m dying,” she says dramatically.

“You’re not dying,” you tell her.

Flo gasps dramatically. She comically points to the sweat on her face and sticks her tongue out at you.

“If I’m not dying, then you’ll kiss me then?”

“Oh- the hot sauce is probably still on your lips, so-“

Florence smiles mischievously and leans closer to your lips. She stops before her lips touch yours.

“You’re lucky that I love you enough to spare you from this,” Florence says quietly so only you two can hear it.

“I love you too, Flossie,” you say.

She quickly moves her lips to your cheek and kisses you gently.

Florence takes your hand and you two enjoy her cool down quickly before you’re off to her next interview.

You love your chatty, food loving girl.

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh #i love you flo #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh comfort #hot ones #baby girl was struggling #but still so cute

[linorachas]

double the trouble (triple the fun) | seo changbin & han jisung

ᦈ pairing — changbin x reader x jisung, changbin x jisung ᦈ genre — smut ᦈ word count — 3.7k ᦈ tags— afab reader, best friends with benefits, dirty talk, exhibitionism, spitroasting, slight choking ᦈ notes — i was going to make chan the ex because apparently i cant live without mentioning chan but i was like omg i cant do that…. So headcanon that chan is the next boyfriend who treats u right. binsung are still Protective and Suspicious until one day chan meekly suggests a foursome and BAM theyre 100% convinced that hes The One

read on ao3 :3

“Jaesuk cheated on me.”

Music stops. A loud, obnoxious, automated voice announces Game over! just as Jisung drops his controller. Beside him, Changbin sets his phone down slowly.

“What?”

You look up from where you were picking vegetables out of your meal, blinking rapidly. “Um. Jaesuk cheated on me?”

“That lanky, ugly, bug-eyed son of a bitch cheated on you? On you?” 

Jisung’s voice gets louder with each word as he slowly rises from his seated position on the floor. His face was pinched, and for a second, he looked as if he was genuinely angry. Your lips twitch.

“Ugly? Didn’t you say he was cute when I first showed you his picture?”

Jisung scoffs. “I was lying out my ass, Y/N. What do you mean, he cheated on you?”

You sigh at that, setting down your fork. You had hoped the casual mention of your ex would explain why you haven't been with him for weeks, a concern Jisung himself raised a few days ago. You also knew, however, that your best friends were never the ones to let anything slip by so easily, especially when it came to you. So this was— as much as you hoped it wouldn’t be— expected.

“A few weeks ago, we had a fight over something stupid and had a pretty bad argument about it. I went over to his place to work things out because I felt bad that I’ve been giving him the silent treatment. Caught him pants down with another girl in the hallway. According to his neighbor, that wasn’t the only girl he’s fucked out in the open.”

You relay the story lazily, all while looking for the packet of soy sauce you had seen Changbin toss away earlier. You don’t notice Jisung and Changbin’s faces get even more furious with every word.

Changbin, who had been quiet the entire time, finally speaks up. “I’m going to kill him.”

“Huh?” You look up, soy sauce packet between your teeth. “Whaft? ”

Your eyes widen when Changbin actually gets up and snatches his car keys on the table, then heads for the door where his shoes were lined up. You panic even more when he actually laces up his shoes, and it’s only then that it hits you.

He was actually angry. Like Angry angry.

“Jisung, stop hi-“ You start, panicked face turning towards Jisung, but you stumble back a step when you notice he was fuming too.

His jaw was clenched, eyes furious as he glared holes somewhere on the floor. He paid no attention to Changbin, who was actually turning the knob on the front door now and holy shit-

“I can’t bail you out of jail!” 

You exclaim as you rush over, pressing your body between Changbin and the door. You let out a sigh of relief when it slams shut behind you, but Changbin doesn’t seem too happy about it.

“Y/N,” he sighs, voice clipped. “Move.”

“No, what the hell- Bin, are you serious?” You huff, placing a hand on Changbin’s cheek. 

His narrowed eyes avoid yours. You knew that Changbin never wanted you to see him when he was angry, and the fact that he didn’t want to make eye contact with you right now proved to you how serious the situation actually was. He might actually kill Jaesuk.

“Let him be.” Jisung cuts in. He was still frowning, but his eyes cooly met yours as he dropped down on the couch, leaning back to rest his arm on the backside. “I’ll bail him out.”

You stare. Jisung stares back, undeterred. 

It’s tense in the room.

After a beat, you purse your lips. “You couldn’t even afford rent last month.”

Jisung lets out a scoff as he turns away, but you snort internally when you see his slowly reddening ears. Changbin’s lips are quirked as he turns to look at Jisung too, but he immediately schools his expression back into indifference when you face him. You raise an eyebrow in challenge.

“And you’re not killing anyone. Between us three, I’m the one who would most likely commit a murder. Not you two. So go sit back down and-” you grunt as you push Changbin back with both hands to his chest— which felt like a rock solid wall, mind you—  but you falter when he doesn’t even move an inch.

Hands gently clasp your wrists.

“He hurt you.”

You freeze. Slowly looking up, you find Changbin gazing down at you. He looked almost… upset now, and you coo.

“Oh no, Bin, he didn’t-”

“Y/N, you were still in a relationship when he got his small dick wet and not to mention how shitty he’s been treating you this past month! How could h-”

“Changbin.” You hiss, and he immediately shuts up. You soften when you see his eyebrows furrow, clearly upset about the situation. You take his hands in yours and squeeze. 

“I would have had to care about him enough for him to hurt me. I’m not hurt, Bin, I promise. I’m just— pissed.” You swallow, shifting nervously on your feet. Jisung gets up then, sidling up next to Changbin. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, and you flash him a grateful smile. “I’m angry at myself for wasting so much time on the asshole. I’m angry at him for stringing me along. I’m angry that I spent so much time with him when I could have spent it on better people like—” you sniffle, “—like you guys.”

“I’m not hurt,” you reassure them once again, frowning. “If I have the chance to punch him in the face I’d gladly take it, but most of all, I’m just- I just want to move on.”

Jisung makes a noise at the back of his throat, and you’re not even given a warning when he goes behind you to pull you into a backhug, face nuzzling into your hair. You giggle when he presses a kiss to your shoulder. 

Changbin pulls your attention back to him with two fingers under your chin. 

“Then let's do it. Jisung and I will hold him down and you can punch him all you like.”

You laugh, and at that, Changbin finally softens. 

“I’m being serious.” He still says, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips. You grin.

“I know you are. But that’s assault, and I am not stooping that low. Especially not with you guys. The thought of giving him more attention just pisses me off even more. I want to forget about him, okay? Pretend he never existed in my life, and that I never met him. Let’s just— let him be. Karma will get to him.”

Jisung huffs. “Not even a little kick to the balls would help?”

You snort. “Not even a little kick to the balls, Sungie. But you know what would help?”

They both perk up. 

You smile, slow and mischievous as you tug Changbin closer. “A club.”

Two simultaneous groans. 

You laugh. “Oh, come on! I’m brokenhearted, you have to adhere to my requests! Oh help, I need to be cured right now!”

Changbin huffs out a laugh, somewhere between exasperated and fond. You giggle, letting go of his hands to wrap your arms around his neck, Jisung still clinging at your waist.

“Come on, Binnie, pleaaaase? Just a few dances to get my mind off it. I won’t even drink, you guys can drink all you want, I’ll get us all home safe, please please please- ”

“Okay, alright, christ-” Changbin groans, but he’s grinning as he brushes the hair away from your face. “None of us are drinking. We’ll just dance and have fun.” 

“Dance and have fun. Yes. Uh huh. Thank you.” You smack a long kiss to Changbin’s cheek before you turn to face Jisung, who was pouting. 

You put your arms around his shoulder. “You don’t want to go to the club with us?”

“There’s a tournament,” Jisung starts, eyes flickering towards the console, but he falters when he sees you blinking up at him. “I…”

Jisung’s eyes quickly dart behind you to where Changbin was, but unbeknownst to you, Changbin already had both hands up in surrender, mouthing I can’t help you. I’m weak.

“You…?”

So Jisung shuts his mouth with a smile, hands squeezing your waist. “That I can join next week. Alright, to the club! Come on, Y/N. Wanna pick what I should wear?”

You grin in triumph, letting Jisung pull you to his bedroom as Changbin follows suit with a defeated smile on his face. 

The night was still young. You weren’t going to let Jaesuk ruin the mood, and a night of dancing could fix that. 

Luckily for you, Changbin and Jisung were more than willing to help.

You don’t know how it happens, but an hour later finds you squeezed between Changbin and Jisung.

You’re not drunk. You’re barely even tipsy, having only just drank one beer. But the heat inside the club was affecting you. You were safe, content and happy between your best friends, what more could you ask for?

It’s reminiscent of your position by the door earlier, but this time it’s a lot less wholesome and a lot more— ah.

“Jisung,” You gasp when you feel another mark sucked on your neck, teeth nibbling one of your most sensitive spots. Shivers wrack your body. “Jesus. Are you teething?”

Changbin snorts at that, but his eyes are busy watching Jisung. “He’s not teething. He’s staking a claim.”

You raise a brow, grinding back into Jisung’s clothed cock at the words. Jisung grunts in your ear. “Oh? Letting everybody in the club know that I’m yours?”

You squeak when you’re suddenly spun around, stumbling back into Changbin’s hard chest. He catches you easily though, one of his warm hands sliding up your top and another sliding down to your hips. You shiver again when his nails scratch against your tummy.

Jisung, who was now in front of you, stalks closer, and your breath hitches when he stops just an inch away from your lips.

With a smirk, he says, “that you’re ours.”

And just as Jisung crashes his lips onto yours, another set of lips starts leaving wet, heated kisses on your neck. It trails higher, up to your cheek, to your jaw, and all the way to your ear.

There, Changbin whispers, confident and smug. “And we’re taking you home tonight.”

It’s fleeting, the brush of a hand between your thighs, but it’s enough to shock your eager body and make you moan Changbin’s name into Jisung’s mouth. 

“Wrong,” Jisung whispers after he sucks on your bottom lip, letting it go with a teasing bite. “That was me. Guess we’re gonna have a little game then, huh?”

“No more games.” You whine, pressing back into Changbin, who was sucking in sharp breaths as he ground against your ass. “Don’t care whose it is. I want you both, and I want you now. Please.”

Jisung huffs at the lack of attention, pressing his own clothed cock against the front of your thigh as well, and just the feeling of being sandwiched between the two has your body tingling all the way to your fingertips. 

You’re just about to pull Jisung into another messy kiss when Changbin stops the both of you by a hand to your neck, pulling you towards him gently. 

You gulp at the feeling of his fingers around your throat, and Changbin’s eyes distractedly watch your slick mouth, but he still manages to get out, “Home. Let’s get you home, and we’ll give you what you want. Sound good?”

“Sounds great.” You croak out, still frozen at the feel of Changbin’s hand around your neck. Changbin seems to have noticed this, and his eyes darken when you moan at a slight squeeze that he does.

Jisung, already impatient, tugs you out of Changbin’s grasp with a possessive hand to your waist. 

“Later.” He promises both of you, and you and Changbin both straighten up. “Home, now.”

You nod, blinking out of your daze, but your body still reacts when Changbin slides a hand up your back as he and Jisung lead you to the exit. They flank you on both sides, side-eyeing anyone who so much as looks at you. 

It’s a blur on the way back to Changbin and Jisung’s apartment, but you were hyper aware of where their hands were. 

Changbin had wrapped an arm around your waist as soon as you had slid into the middle seat, and soon enough his fingers were trailing goosebump-inducing patterns under your shirt again. At one point he reaches the edge of your bra, and you bite your lip when he teasingly kneads under it. You send him a sharp look, gesturing to the driver. 

All Changbin does is smirk in return.

Jisung, on the other hand, was gazing out the window and enjoying the scenery that you know he’s seen a million times, but his hand was busy sliding between your thighs. You jolt every time he gets a little too close to where you needed him most, and you glare when he quickly pulls his hand away with a knowing grin. He then lets his fingers scratch the inside of your inner thigh, and it gets so ticklish and hard to hold back the sounds that you have to stop him with a hand to his wrist and a pointed look. 

Jisung merely takes your hand off, and continues.

You squirm in the backseat, getting wetter with each caress the two made. You don’t make a sound, but your heavy breathing was probably obvious at one point, because you meet eyes with the driver in the rearview mirror, and he looked concerned. You flush red and try to hide your face by burying it against Changbin’s shoulder.

A coo. “You alright? Drank too much?”

“Shut up,” You hiss, but end up snapping your mouth shut when Changbin quickly but surely fondles one of your breasts through your bra. He slides a thumb under the cup to teasingly flick your nipple, then slides his hand back down to your waist, like nothing had happened. 

“Bin-” you whine in his shoulder, and he chuckles. 

“Almost there, baby. Just a few more minutes.”

And then, in a split second, fingers rub at your clothed pussy.

Your gasp quickly turns into a moan, which Changbin covers up by cooing louder and pressing your face against his neck. 

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Changbin soothes, “we’re almost home. I know your head hurts, but you can puke there.”

“Ah,” The driver speaks up, seemingly understanding now. “Please don’t get vomit in my car, I can pull over if-”

“Oh, no, it’s okay, thank you, she’s just-”

As Changbin converses with the driver, Jisung continues his relentless rubbing. He finds your clit easily, and you moan soundlessly against Changbin’s neck as your hips buck. Jisung holds your hips down with his other hand.

“You’re alright,” Changbin mutters down at you, cupping your cheek tenderly, but out of the driver’s sight, he’s sliding his thumb between your parted lips, pad pressing down on your tongue. “You’re doing so well.”

You were so wet now, and you knew Jisung could feel it too, considering he kept brushing over the wet spot that has seeped into your panties. You squirm, hoping to get him back to your clit, but you freeze when his fingers slide under your underwear and fuck-

“Jisung-” you start, moaning muffled against Changbin’s thumb, but Changbin cuts you off. 

“-is right there. Don’t worry, he’s safe. He’s coming with us.” 

“I’m right here, Y/N.” Jisung pipes in casually, like he wasn’t sliding the pads of his fingers up and down your labia, teasingly circling your clit and dipping the tips of his two fingers in your hole. “Are you hungry? Cause I am.”

You shake in Changbin’s arms. He laughs.

You’re just about to cum when the car suddenly stops, and a keen bubbles out your throat when Jisung pulls his fingers away, upset at having your orgasm be taken away from you. You’re in a daze as Changbin helps you out of the car, leaving Jisung to pay. You hoped he left a good tip.

It doesn’t take long for the three of you to stumble inside the boys’ apartment, tearing at each other's clothes as you go inside the nearest bedroom. 

Jisung makes quick work of opening you up as you leant back against Changbin’s chest, his fingers stretching your walls. You moan against Changbin’s lips, unsure whether to pull away from the fast thrusting of Jisung’s fingers or push into Changbin’s hands which were kneading your breasts.

“Come here, baby.” Jisung finally pulls his fingers out, kneeling in the middle of the bed as he holds his cock in his hand.

You crawl toward him, mouth opening automatically. Jisung groans, slapping his drooling cockhead on your outstretched tongue. 

“That’s it, let me see you take my cock in your pretty little mouth. That’s a good little slut…”

Jisung slowly guides his cock into your waiting mouth at the same time Changbin lines himself up behind you, and you gasp when the head pushes inside.

You pull of Jisung’s cock and gasp. “You’re so big, Bin- wait-”

You and Changbin both groan as you convulse around him. Changbin doesn’t move, letting you adjust to his massive size. Jisung, however, was too impatient. He drags your mouth back onto his dick with a grunt.

“Shit. Jaesuk missed out on this?” Changbin mutters mostly to himself once he starts fucking into you, each thrust pushing you forward onto Jisung’s cock.

“Fucking loser,” Jisung says in reply, gathering your hair in his hands he thrusts in and out of your slick mouth too. “Doesn’t know what he let go.”

You flush at both their words and actions, pleasure coursing through your body on both ends. You let Jisung fuck your mouth, too overwhelmed to keep bobbing your head with how good Changbin was fucking you. 

Jisung must have been more worked up than you thought, because he suddenly pulls away. You let out a displeased whine, wanting him back in your mouth, but he just tuts as he holds you up by the hair.

“Not yet. Be good for hyung, alright?”

At the words, Changbin stops, flips you over, and immediately starts fucking you again. He wraps your legs around his waist, and your blink in surprise when his hand slides up to wrap around your throat.

“Changbin,” You choke out a gasp, fingers clawing at Changbin’s wrist as he squeezes your throat. “Oh, fuck- fuck-”

His pace is relentless; your hips were hanging mid-air from how much he’s lifted you, and you were basically perched on his thighs. You almost black out when he squeezes your throat once, feeling lightheaded from the cock pounding into you and the lack of air.

Behind you, Jisung shudders at the sight.

You reach for him weakly, wanting to get a hand on him. He obliges almost immediately, kneeling beside your head as he strokes his cock to your gasps and Changbin’s grunts. You manage to wrap a clumsy wrap around him, and though it was almost useless, Jisung still moans loud.

“You’re so- fucking- wet.” Changbin gasps, fingers tightening from where it was wrapped around your ankle. “Fuck, baby, Jisung could slip in here with how wet you are.”

Changbin and Jisung don’t miss the way you jerk at that, getting even tighter at the thought. You feel the tips of your ears burn, but Changbin just smirks. “Oh? You like that?”

You don’t expect to his slide down after that, finger trailing over your entrance where his cock was still fucking in and out of you. It only takes a little push, and his finger slips inside.

“Are you fucking crazy-” You hiss, but there’s no denying the way you clench around Changbin’s cock and finger. You moan even louder when he starts moving it along with his cock, feeling like you’re about to lose your mind.

“Fuck,” Changbin and Jisung both exhale, mesmerized. 

Jisung was so close that every time he thrust, his cock would bump against your cheek and sometimes your lips. You move your head close so his cock slides against your lips, and Jisung almost doubles over.

“Hyung,” Jisung whines suddenly, and you blink, confused, but then Changbin pulls Jisung into a kiss and your world shakes.

You and Jisung moan at the same time, Jisung’s cock twitching in your hand. He’s gotten so wet that you hear a squelch every time he bucks into your hand.

Jisung melts in Changbin’s hold, something you understand all too well. Out of the three of you, Changbin was the best kisser. He had a way of pulling you into a kiss so hypnotizing it leaves you breathless and boneless at the same time. 

The sight of your two best friends gasping into each other's mouths was enough to push you to the edge. You couldn’t even warn them as you finally cum, toes curling as you convulse around Changbin’s cock.

Jisung follows soon after, pulling away from Changbin’s lips just to hide his face in Changbin’s neck, shuddering as he cums. He sprays directly into your mouth, but his hips stutter, so some of his cum gets onto your cheek and neck.

Changbin, with one arm around Jisung’s waist, pulls his cock and finger out of you with a groan and starts jerking himself off. He keeps your legs spread, and he watches with lidded eyes as your hole spasms around nothing. 

With Jisung’s cock in your hand, his cum on your face, and Jisung’s face in his neck, Changbin finally cums on your stomach with a shuddering breath.

The three of you collapse on the bed soon after, sweaty and sticky. You were so content to just bask in the silence and heavy breathing, but you just had to ask.

“Since when-” You sit up and gesture to Changbin and Jisung, but you don’t finish your sentence. 

Jisung flushes up to the tips of his ears and hides his face in the pillow. Changbin laughs into your shoulder.

“Since now. We’ll talk about it later.”

“Wah,” you exhale and lie back down on the bed, letting Changbin and Jisung cuddle up to you on either side. “Thank fucking god Jaesuk cheated on me then.”

“Yah-”

“Don’t say that! I’m still going to kill him.”

You squeak when Changbin pinches your waist, but you still feel their smiles on your skin. You giggle.

Getting fucked by your best friends definitely helped you get over your stupid ex.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #seo changbin x reader #han jisung x reader #seo changbin x y/n #han jisung x y/n #seo changbin x you #han jisung x you #seo changbin x han jisung #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #storiesatsea

[writers-reach]

If you do aged up chatacters (or in this case P4AU) is it alright to request some wedding hc's for Akihiko? For some context they were both in SEES or something like that (I haven't played the Arena games myself, so up to you).

Just wanna add, love the stuff you write so far! It's really good :3

persona 3: wedding headcanons (akihiko sanada)

notes: persona 3 spoilers, gn!reader (i tried my best but some of it might be leaning towards a more fem reader), post-p4au sees, fluff

he strikes me as the kinda guy to either overthink or underthink everything. no even amount of care put into the wedding.

like... he's either obsessing over the most useless of details or is just "yeah babe i'd be happy with whatever :) as long as you're there :)"

ofc regardless of what you two decide on doing, he's gonna pull his weight! he's no slacker.

definitely invites junpei, mitsuru, and ken as his groomsmates (mitsuru is his best woman, just b/c they spent so much time together. if it's in the timeline where shinji is alive, he'd take that place but point stands. senior squad fr)

speaking of, because of how important sees is to the two of you, all of them are groomsmates or men/maids of honour for the two of you, somewhat evenly split

koromaru and/or his puppies as the ring bearer i don't make the RULES!!!!!!!!

tries not to cry during his vows. didn't cry during the rehearsal. cries during the ceremony, fumbles over his words, tries to look manly but fails and embraces the tears.

during the kiss he'd definitely grasp your cheeks in the most tender kiss you've felt in your life. leans you back slightly and pulls away just enough to see your eyes brimming with happiness.

the ceremony is sweet and wonderful, but the reception is where your real aki shines

sheds the nervousness that comes with being the main event in front of dozens of people but still isn't a huge fan of parties

definitely loosens up once there's some alcohol involved but doesn't overindulge. he wants to remember this night :)

everyone in sees gets a turn at a speech, some doing them together!! (junpei and yukari put aside their slight differences and annoyances with one another to do a cute and funny speech). they all talk about how they knew you two were destined from the start, even if life was super rough.

even now, with akihiko as a boxer and shadow operative, he's still that same schoolboy who had trouble talking to his crush. it's adorable.

uhhhhhhh i've got a few loose joke headcanons too:

aigis catches the bouquet by doing a rocket-powered double jump. much to junpei's dismay (he wanted it :( )

mitsuru getting hammered at the reception

fuuka tries her best to hold it together at the ceremony but she's the first to start sobbing

yukari joking that akihiko FINALLY wears something normal (his suit) and not that ugly ass hoodie cape

a/n: sorry about the wait! hope you like it <3

#akihiko sanada x reader #persona 3 x reader #persona x reader #x reader

[justalonelyslytherin]

Happy Father's Day - Ari Levinson

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female Reader

Warnings: fluff, talk/mentions of pregnancy, a small toddler

Wordcount: 856

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A/N: This is part of a 4 series and is a request from the amazing @nana1000night for my 200 Follower Celebration. The divider is from the talented @firefly-graphics

The sun was warming his bare skin, the crashing of the waves a nice background sound as Ari lay at the beach. He was half in the sun tanning and half hidden in the shadow of a big umbrella he had set up not long ago, his sunglasses perched on his nose. Deeply relaxed, he dozed in the midday sun.

A smile broke out on his face as his ears picked up the babble of a little baby over the waves. His little baby. The babbling and cooing got louder and louder. Finally, he lifted his head and looked over his shoulder. There she was. His beautiful, gorgeous wife, walking toward him with their little darling baby on her hip. The little one was happily talking and waving her hands as his wife lovingly watched their baby girl, listening to her and nodding along to the very important things she had to say.

Briefly, her eyes landed on Ari and as they did she smiled at him. His heart leaped in his chest. A grin took over as he took her in. Glad in a beautiful body framing Bikini, equipped with her sunglasses and sunhat on her head. She was ever the goddess he believed her to be. Their darling little one was wearing a matching swim body and a cute little hat to shield her from the sun. 

As she arrived at the small place they had chosen at the beach and spread their things about, she leaned down to give him a kiss. Softly he hummed, tempted to pull her down on his lap.

“Happy again?”, he murmured and eyed their little one now. She was laughing happily, still waving her hands around. His love nodded and put the small babe on his lap. Ari immediately took over, pulling his everything against his chest. Her small hands grabbed at his chest hair as she looked up at him with big eyes and cooed quietly. Ari smiled down and cooed back, leaning in to rub his nose against hers. It made the little one only giddier, letting her laugh loudly. His wife had sat down beside them on the towel and started fumbling around in the bag she brought along. A card was what she pulled out.

“For you.” Ari looked at her surprised. He shifted the little girl in his arms and took the card in one hand. “For me?” He asked and she nodded, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Quietly he grunted and turned his head, chasing her lips and stealing another - proper - kiss from her.

“Happy Father’s Day,” she whispered against his lips. He realized he forgot the date even though it was already his second Father’s Day now.

“Thank you.” He had a little trouble opening the card with one hand but when he did he was overcome with emotions. The first thing he saw was the artwork his daughter drew for him. They were squiggly, crooked lines in multiple colors. Nothing more but Ari swore it was the greatest masterpiece he ever saw. Then his focus shifted to the writing, instantly recognizing the swung and delicate handwriting belonging to his love. While reading the words from her and their daughter - his darling wife wrote a passage directed to him from their daughter's point of view - he couldn’t help but get choked up. He was so overwhelmed by the love and happiness of his little family, the emotion hitting him full front. The tiny signature of his baby girl - as messy and clumsy as her drawings - directly under a print of her hand made him laugh quietly. So much that he nearly missed the PS written below his wife's signature.

PS - I can’t wait to be a big sister.

Ari had to do a double take, his eyes growing big as he struggled to take in the meaning behind the words. “Is it true? Are you?” He looked at his girl, sitting beside him and smiling softly. She kept nodding.

“I took a test and it came back positive just before we flew here. Then I took one again yesterday evening when you were taking a stroll to put her to sleep.” 

He was watching her closely now, letting his eyes shift over her form. They landed on her belly, still flat but he noticed the difference. It was subtle but there, making him wonder how he didn’t notice the small bump already forming.

“I love you,” he told her, pulling her to his side and kissing her head. She leaned against his shoulder and rested one hand on his chest beside their daughter's tiny hands. The little one’s attention however had shifted towards his beard. Ari could feel two tiny hands tugging on it. Playfully he growled at her, acting as if he was going to eat her hands but instead peppering kisses on the impossibly small fingers.

“You're going to be a big sister, little one,” he told her softly. He couldn’t believe their little family would be extended by one in just a short amount of time.

#sly's 200 #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson fluff #ari levinson imagine

[drurrito]

Here For A Good Time, Not A Long Time

a/n: I’m sorry

other works in this universe

summary: Natasha keeps waiting up for you at night, you can’t figure out why.

warnings: injuries, cursing

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Natasha’s eyes jerk away from her tv screen when she hears a faint crash. She gets up and is halfway down the hall when she sees the culprit.

“Shit,” your mutter, chasing after a roll of gauze. Your shirt is hanging around your neck and there’s an impressive gash across your ribs.

“Jesus, y/n,” Natasha makes a beeline for you.

“I’m fine,” you promise, trying to wave her off but it’s no use. You give up the gauze and she goes to work on your side.

“Steve’s running you ragged at all hours of the day,” Natasha observes.

“I’m a willing participant,” you wince from the pain, “don’t think he should be alone yet.”

Natasha hums in agreement. Steve is in mourning, has been since Bucky was recovered by HYDRA last month. The team hasn’t been able to locate him yet, which means that some lab is still trying to reset him--stubborn son of a bitch.

“You’re a good friend,” she mumbles, still concentrating on dressing your wound. You flinch hard when she secures the gauze, “shitty patient.”

“Maybe try being more gentle next time?” You swat her hand away from your wound, annoyed.

“Try being tougher,” she laughs, you roll your eyes.

“Thanks, Tash.”

“Don’t mention it, get some rest.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you joke. With a half-salute, you slip down the hall and into your room. Natasha stays behind to clean up.

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Nights play out the same way. You stumble home injured or drunk, maybe both. Natasha is always there to do damage control much to your protests.

“Oh, you’re in trouble,” Sam teases after he drags you in one night. Your giggling and stumbling wakes her up from her spot on the couch.

“Shut up, this is yours and Tony’s fault,” you’re noticeably slurring, and you have a black eye.

“That’d better be a shadow,” her tone is hard, your limbs are too heavy to take you anywhere else but the floor at this point. You attempt a pathetic shuffle away from her but when her hand grips your jaw to pull your face towards her, you don’t fight.

“I”m gonna go,” Sam says, crab-walking towards the nearest exit.

“Mission was easy enough, the everclear shots after were not,” you grin and Natasha gives you a shove before pushing you down onto a stool. Your world tilts for a few seconds until she’s in your sights again holding a glass of water.

“You don’t need to wait up for me, you know,” you grumble into your glass.

“Is that what you think I’m doing?”

“I know it’s what you’re doing,” Natasha scoffs at your smile.

“You think too highly of yourself,” she snorts, “your door is next to mine, hard to get any sleep around here when your neighbor keeps waltzing in at all hours of the night battered or drunk.”

“Maybe it’s time to move, then,” you cock an eyebrow at her. You never meant to keep her up all the time. You figured she was just trying to insert herself into your business on the off chance you shell out a drunken, late-night confession.

Natasha is saintly patient, though. She’d wait around forever to hear you tell your story if you’d ask her to. That alone makes you want to keep her on the outskirts of your life, she’s too important to lose.

“What? Am I too close?” Her tone isn’t soft anymore, your head snaps up, confused.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she shakes her head, “seems like you just stiff arm people that aren’t dragging you off to dangerous missions or bars.”

You cross your arms with a huff, “you did it, you got me all figured out.”

Natasha leans against the counter and wets her lips with her tongue, a cute thing she does when she’s frustrated.

“I just want you to feel like you have a place here, that this isn’t some hostel for superheroes. We’re a team. I’m your teammate.”

“Teammate or babysitter?” You didn’t mean for it to slip out, but you’re too stubborn not to double down on it.

“We tried babysitting, remember? You made it everyone’s problem when we tried to keep you from making stupid, reckless decisions that effect the rest of us.”

You know that voice. It’s the same one that puts the boys in their place whenever they get too macho. It’s sexy, but terrifying. You know you’re in trouble now but you’re still not backing down.

“Just because I don’t do things by your book does not make me a flight risk!”

“I know.”

You’re not sure if the booze in your system or her sudden change in tone is making you dizzy.

“I know,” she says again, even quieter.

“I also know that deep down you’re not a dick. This-” she gestures towards your…everything, “is just for show.”

She’s got a point, you can’t help but laugh.

“We’re really having this talk while I’m all liquored up?”

“No better time than the present,” she ticks her head to the side and smiles, she’s too smart.

“Where’s Wanda?” It’s a stupid question for a lot of reasons but Natasha asks away anyway.

“Don’t know, don’t keep tabs on the people I’m fucking, too much effort,” you give half a smirk and take a drink of water. Natasha just nods, she thought, of all people, Wanda had the best chance of getting through to you. You both know she’s been spending a lot more time with Vision lately, you don’t seem to care and that’s what drove her away in the first place. Wanda cared too much for someone she was supposed to be ‘just fucking’.

You hum amusedly and lean against the back of the couch, “you would think you’d give up, after all the shit I give you.”

“It does feel like you give me the brunt of it,” her smile is sad, tired, “but that just means I’m your favorite.”

“Bucky’s my favorite,” you correct, ignoring the guilt gnawing at you, “he doesn’t talk much, saves me an extra headache.”

Your laugh fills the space between you for a few fleeting seconds. When it dies down, the silence looms over you, threatening--you wish she would have just yelled at you instead of…this.

“I’m going to keep showing up for you,” she says ,”because I remember what it feels like when no one does.”

Her eyes meet yours and, wow, she’s stunning even under the dim, dingy light over the island. You rarely notice her like this, it’s much easier to keep your head down and avert your eyes from people who keep trying to bore into them through their own.

But right now, you can see she means it. There’s a glimmer of hope in them too, maybe that’s meant for someone else? You try not to think about the possibility that she’s betting on you, completely and unknowingly subscribing to disappointment.

You keep her gaze for a few beats until you let out a soft sigh, “Black Widow is much softer than I imagined,” you tease.

“Shut up,” she pushes herself off the counter, pleased with your lack of pushback. It means she’s won something, “let’s get you to your room.”

“I’m fine, Tash. I can get there all on my own,” you scoff and push yourself off the couch with as much grace as one would have at three in the morning with too much alcohol in their system. Natasha catches you stumbling to your room, “guess our conversation wasn’t all that sobering,” you smile.

She clicks her tongue and throws your arm around her neck. She drags you into your room and tries to set you down on your bed but you keep hold of her arm.

“Stay,” your voice is soft, almost unrecognizable.

“What?”

“If you haven’t actually been waiting up for me all these nights, then that means you’re having trouble sleeping again, right?”

You would be half right. Natasha wanted to make sure you always had someone looking out for you when you came back in the lonely hours of the night. She also wanted to keep the nightmares at bay, they tend to come back when she feels like someone she cares about is slipping away.

“Stay here, maybe it’ll help,” you shrug, still holding onto her arm. You rub your thumb against her skin and she feels her shoulders roll forward and her jaw go slack. You know it will help. She was dealing with the same thing months ago when Bucky was in Wakanda again. You remember her slumped and snoring against your side during an impromptu movie night. You didn’t move, and for that entire night, neither did she.

“Let me be here for you, too.”

Natasha didn’t need any more convincing. She gets in the bed as soon as you make room for her. She lets herself finally feel the exhaustion she’s been trying to fight off for so long.

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She doesn’t see you when she wakes up, she doesn’t see you at all the entire day. It’s not until Steve comes back to the compound with a sorrowful look on his face that she realizes something is wrong.

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#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #works #if this is resonating with you in any way…how is that anxious-avoidant attachment style working for you?

[taetaespeaches]

“You still have to take me home with you.”

taehyung x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.3K

a/n: Hi lovelies! This was inspired by Tae in Paris living his best life spinning around on a stripper pole. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :)) 

“No fucking way.” You shouted the words over the booming bass that vibrated off the club floor, hot bodies dancing all around you. Gawking at your boyfriend, you shook your head adamantly as he flashed his adorable baby boy eyes at you.

“Oh come on,” he whined, hoping his cuteness would sway you. It usually did. He was Kim Taehyung after all. “I dare you.”

“Nope,” you stubbornly rejected him. “Don’t even try to convince me.”

Taehyung never did take rejection well, though, a spoiled brat and a sore loser through and through. He had that glimmer in his eyes that told you he was up to no good, and usually, you’d let him drag you along with him. You could already feel yourself giving in as you sighed and looked into his bright eyes. No, not this time, you reminded yourself, straightening your posture as you stood your ground.

“I double dog dare you,” he furthered his encouragement, flashing that boxy smile when you gasped.

“That’s not fair at all,” you frowned, outraged that he would challenge you in such a way when you were determined to stay firm. Kim Taehyung was not getting his way this time.

“Why not?” He asked, his eyes wide as he smiled teasingly. “It was fair when you used it to get me to go skinny dipping with you.” Of course he would bring that up, you thought.

“We were the only two people in that whole campground,” you reminded him, your voice raising as you defended yourself. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re in a room full of people.”

“First of all, I didn’t notice. All I see is us,” he smirked. If he weren’t trying to convince you to embarrass yourself in front of a whole club you would have thought the comment was smooth. “And second of all, if we were the only two people camped out there then I’m not sure how we got caught by those two fishermen,” he pointed out, making you bite back a sly grin as he brought the memory to the forefront of your mind.

Though you would argue that Taehyung drags you into trouble with him, Taehyung would say it’s the other way around. He was tentative to go along with your skinny dipping proposition at first, but you flashed him a smile that dripped with honey and whined his name a few times to convince him. Standing at the shoreline of the lake, however, the man was getting cold feet which resulted in you double dog daring him, calling his bravery and pride into question. He simply had to honor a double dog dare, though you were pretty certain he was actually dragged into the water with the way your bra hit the dewy ground. As he stripped his clothes off, he adorably complained about being ‘weak for you.’

‘You can convince me to do anything and you abuse that power,’ he had whined as he pulled his shirt over his head. ‘You make me stupid, you know?’ He said, kicking his sweatpants off. ‘I’m stupid and you’re irresponsible,’ he mumbled to himself though he concealed a smile as his briefs were discarded and you whistled at him from a few feet away.

“That was a whole year ago,” you told him, both of you grinning as you recalled the events. “We’re more mature now.”

“Speak for yourself,” he beamed, eliciting a giggle from you. “Don’t make me triple dog dare you.”

Pouting at his threat, you looked away from him and directed your gaze across the room, directly at the stripper pole. “I don’t know how to pole dance.”

Stepping closer to you, his hand held your elbow as he leaned toward your ear, your eyelids fluttering shut at his touch. “You’ll figure it out and you’ll be so hot,” he flirted, kissing your cheek just before he smiled against your skin. You could feel the way his lips curved upward.  

“That’s not even true,” you rolled your eyes. Glancing at the pole again, you sighed. There was no way you could do a damn thing on there besides make yourself look dumb.

“It is true,” he insisted. “Come on, I’ll do it with you.”

“You will?” you asked in surprise, Taehyung leaning away from you just slightly so he could admire your expression of shock and so you could catch his smiley eyes with your own as he peered at you with enthusiasm. “Promise?” Looking at the man, you watched as he nodded, his lips spreading into another stunning smile. He looked so sweet as he agreed to get on a literal stripper pole with you. That duality will be the death of me one of these days, you thought.

“Peaches,” he whined once more, eliciting a quick breathy laugh from you.

“Ok, fine,” you groaned, the man getting his way once again. As he smiled and shook his head of curly hair around in obnoxious victory, you rolled your eyes. “I need to finish my drink first though,” you glanced down at the cup in your hands that was mostly full of the mojito you ordered minutes before Taehyung suggested you get on the pole across the room. Now, the drink was your last hope of stalling the inevitable. “These drinks are expensive, it can’t just go to waste-hey!”

You stared at your boyfriend in shock as he took the drink out of your hand and brought it to his mouth, just before he chugged it down in one go. With a dramatized ah he looked down at the cup where all that was left was the slightly melted ice. “What was that called?” 

“You just stole my mojito,” you complained, the man smirking as he nodded. 

“Mojito, that’s right. I should get those more often, they’re really good,” he noted, meeting your glare with amusement.  

“You owe me another,” you pouted, Taehyung giggling as he stuck his pinky out in a promise. Reluctantly wrapping your pinky around his, you sighed. “When I make a fool out of myself up there you don’t get to leave me here,” you warned, nudging his shoulder with your forehead before looking back at him to find him staring at you fondly.  

“I would never,” he told you, lightheartedly but still sincerely.

“You still have to take me home with you,” you poked at his abdomen, appreciating the softness of his belly as you joked with him.

“You mean back to our shared apartment?” You nodded at him, the man scoffing. “No problem,” he spoke softly with a chuckle.

“Yeah, no backing out of this thing with me,” you continued, biting back a smile as you looked at him with a playful glare.

“If by this thing, you mean our relationship, then understood,” he giggled, rolling his eyes teasingly. “Because we’re literally in love, Peaches. You’re my best friend. If you’re making a fool out of yourself, I’m doing it with you. That’s how this thing works.” He spoke jokingly, but you could also sense the earnestness in his words, wanting to remind you of his feelings despite you never forgetting.

“Wow, you’re so sexy when you reaffirm your love for me,” you smirked at him, leaning into his frame to press a sweet kiss to his mouth.

He kissed your lips twice before pulling back just enough to look at your face. “Wait until you see me on that pole,” he teased, narrowing his eyes as he flashed a smirk, morphing into the Taehyung you see on stage. Unfair.

“Don’t show me up,” you pouted teasingly. When he spoke your name- your real one- your eyes widened at him in surprise. “What the fuck, you can’t just say my name like that,” you said, almost offended. “Am I in trouble?”

Chuckling at you, he shook his head. “You just have no clue how stunning you are and it’s a fucking shame.” He spoke so sincerely, his eyes narrowed and focused as he stared at you in admiration. “No one is showing you up, Peaches. Ever.”

As you inspected his expression, you felt your heart skipping a beat before racing as though it was trying to catch up and reset its rhythm after Taehyung threw it off tempo. Grabbing his hand in yours, you smirked at him. “Let’s go then,” you whispered, guiding him across the room to the pole.

All the confidence you had built up on your walk over to the pole, fueled by Taehyung’s infatuation with you, diminished instantly when your hands grasped onto the metal. As though the touch burned your flesh, you quickly let go of the pole and stood with your arms at your side. “I have no clue what I’m doing.”

“Me either,” Taehyung said, wiggling his eyebrow at you just before he smiled stunningly and spun himself around the pole until he stopped just in front of you. “Whoah,” he beamed, his breath fanning over your face. “Did you know the pole spins?”

“What?” Looking at the pole in surprise, you gripped it and leaned forward slightly, the pole moving under your hands and shifting you forward just slightly, your chest crashing into Taehyung’s. The man steadied himself by placing his hand to your hip. “Why did I always think it was the dancer who spun?” Taehyung giggled at your shock, the adorable sound calling your gaze to meet his. “This makes so much more sense.”

He slowly pushed his hand to your lower back as he flashed you a knowing look. “You’re stalling,” he noted, his fingertips dancing dangerously low, tempted by the curve of your butt.

“Am not,” you said petulantly, stubbornly holding onto your shyness. Taehyung always did drag you out of your comfort zone sooner or later; he had told you before that it would be a quicker process if you weren’t so obstinate.  

Inching toward you, he lowered his face near your ear. “Loosen up, Peaches,” he whispered lowly, his lips ghosting over the top of your cheek bone. “It’s just you and me, remember?” As his fingers danced underneath your top, the smooth tips grazing your skin, the entire club drifted into background noise. Taehyung’s touch, his voice, his scent transcended every other stimuli, taking over every one of your senses. “Just us,” he whispered. And he was right. It was always just Taehyung and you. No one else mattered.

With a huff, you smiled as you placed your hand at the center of his chest and gently pushed him away from you and quirked an eyebrow at him. Stepping back from you and the pole, his hand slipped from your body and slapped against his thigh as he awaited your next move, intrigued. That was one of the things you loved most about your relationship with Taehyung. You were constantly captivating each other, both of you sharing a mutual fascination with one another, finding each other to be the most interesting person in any situation.

Leaning away from the pole and slightly forward, you allowed the momentum of your body to send you twirling in a circle, a smile instantly overtaking your face as you threw your head back in laughter.

Your surroundings were a blur as you spun around, losing yourself in the area outside your comfort zone. But when you stopped, catching your breath and finding your balance, Taehyung came into view wearing a smitten smile as he filmed you with his phone.

Cocking your head at him, you scrunched your nose in protest. “Dearest,” you whined, Taehyung chuckling from behind the device. “You promised me a pole dance,” you reminded him. “Did you ever consider that you got my hopes up?”

With a breathy laugh, he lowered the phone and stuck it in his pocket, watching you for another moment before stepping toward you. Teasing him, you slowly spun forward until your back was facing him. As he scoffed, the hairs on the back of your neck raised in anticipation before he appeared behind you, one hand on the pole as the other found your waist, his chest firmly pressed against your back. His hot breath fanned over the side of your neck as he giggled happily. That fucking duality again.

The tension snapped as you both became giddy and intoxicated by each other’s glee, all smiles and laughter as you spun around the pole together. You took turns jumping onto the pole, attempting and failing to do any moves. Giving up on the activity, the man back hugged you, his face burying into your neck as he kissed the spot softly between giggles.

“Alright, tell me,” you started, Taehyung lifting his face as you looked over your shoulder at him. His eyebrows were raised in expectancy and question, the expression telling you, I’ll tell you anything. “How hot am I?”

His body shook slightly in laughter as he brought his lips to your temple, leaving a small kiss. “So fucking hot,” he told you through his fond grin. Looking back at your smiling face, he touched your jaw with his fingers, directing you to turn into him. When you faced him, smiling brightly at him, he shook his head in disbelief, the smallest of scoffs escaping his lips. “You’re radiant,” he breathed out, his eyes quickly bouncing across your face, appreciating as much as he could before his lips came crashing against your own.

The intoxication with his kiss was instant, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly, his opposite hand holding your face in his palm as he kept you close. Slinging your arm over his shoulder, you found yourself completely undeterred by the club full of people, unconcerned with your continued public displays of affection. Your fingers toyed with the curls that hung against the back of his neck as you became overtaken by the way he felt, his body pressed against your own.

It was just Taehyung and you, afterall. He was captivating, always the most interesting, and his soft lips tasted of mint and rum from the drink he stole from you.

Smirking into the kiss, you felt him reciprocate the expression. Turns out, mojitos taste better on his lips anyway.

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[dilf-din]

Suddenly

Chapter 3: Autumn

Din Djarin x florist!reader

WC: 2800

Warnings: absolutely none, all fluff and domestic cuteness, no use of y/n but reader does have a nickname and is female presenting

A/N: I’m loving writing this little world and sad that there’s only one more chapter planned! As always, inspiration is Venus by Sleeping at Last. Enjoy 💕

Chapter 4

Like a telescope

I will pull you so close

'Til no space lies in between

It took longer than anyone originally expected, but your apartment was finally in working order. The innkeeper, Lindi, helped you move all your belongings to the stoop outside, and you were doing your best to haul them across town before the sun was too high in the sky. Once again you found yourself thankful for the scarf, using it to keep your hair from clinging to the sweat on your forehead. On what you thought was your fifth trip, you saw Din waiting outside your shop, leaning on his shoulder against the wall.

When he saw you, he jogged the rest of the distance to take the boxes you had double stacked in your arms.

“Moving day?” he queried, the weight doing nothing to slow him down like it had you.

“Yeah,” you huffed out attempting to regain control of your breathing.

“Is this it?”

“I’ve still got a few trips left,” you panted, hands fumbling around in your pockets in search of your keys. “Here, this way’s quicker,” you nodded your head into the alley, leading him to the back stairs that stopped at a wooden door. A small hand-painted “welcome” sign hung from a single nail. Din’s mouth turned up in a smile. He recognized your writing from the blackboard downstairs.

The door opened to a roomy space. The living room opened into a kitchen on the left end and your bedroom was walled off to the right. You had a sofa and two chairs delivered along with a simple table. A tv was set up in front of the window across from the sofa. There was a long, narrow patio in the very front that ran the length of the living room, it was visible from the window.

“These are just some books,” you directed him towards the bookshelf sitting in the small wall space between the kitchen and bedroom. He set them down gently, and Grogu hopped out from his place in the bag at Din’s hip.

“Hey buddy!” you greeted him, “Need a snack?”

He waddled closer to you as you pulled a bag of dried fruit pieces off of your counter to hand him one by one.

“I can go get the rest of the boxes if you want to start unpacking,” Din said gesturing to the piles of boxes already towering in every corner.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you started.

“I’d be happy to,” he said sincerely.

You gave him a smile as he made his way back out and down the stairs.

“Your dad’s a really nice guy, you know that right?” you said to Grogu as he smacked loudly. He nodded as if he understood exactly what you were saying.

“Buir,” he chirped.

The two of you worked on unpacking everything you had dragged there with you from Naboo. Dishes and cookware, books, and clothes filling most of the boxes, but you had a few stacks of trinkets that you decided would make it feel more like home. Grogu stacked books on the bottom shelf as best as he could while you hung a few paintings. Some figurines your dad had gotten for you on his travels plus a few family photos found their places on the clay shelves above the sofa. Din made the last few trips in no time all, piling everything in neat stacks by door.

“How can I help?” he asked, hands on his hips surveying the room that was admittedly in disarray.

“You’ve done enough, just sit down for a minute,” you urged. You were busy unpacking the last of your pots and pans and stowing them in a low cabinet.

He hesitantly took a seat at your instruction and groaned a little as he sank into the plush chair.

“Can I cook you boys some lunch?”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary.”

“It’s really no trouble. I have to cook for myself anyway. At least this way I won’t have leftovers,” you smiled.

Din hesitated a beat before answering, “I can’t take my helmet off.”

“That’s okay. I’ll shower and get out of these sweaty clothes to give you some time, I probably smell like a bantha,” you joked.

He chuckled and nodded, “Okay, thank you.”

“It’s the least I can do. Helping someone move is no small feat, much less with that sun beating down,” you grabbed your remote off the counter to turn on some kids’ program for Grogu. He hopped up on the couch and snuggled into Din while you chopped some veggies and greens to make some quick dumplings.

After a few minutes, Din stretched his arms behind his head and got up to take a look around. He ran his gloved fingers over the wooden carvings from your father.

“Is this a dewback?” he asked in picking up the small creature and turning it over in his hands.

“Oh, yeah!”

“I’ve ridden one before.”

Your eyes went wide.

“A friend taught me,” he said fondly, taking note of your expression.

“I’ve never seen one. This is the farthest I’ve traveled,” you commented, flipping over the dumplings to sear on the other side.

“You never left Naboo before?” he asked, closing the distance between you and leaning onto the island. It felt so casual and intimate in contrast to his gleaming armor and blaster peeking out from under his cape.

You shook your head, “No, I always dreamed of traveling, seeing the stars, but our whole family lived on Naboo, so my mother said she didn’t see the point. The ride here was exhilarating,” you said wistfully.

“Is there anywhere you’ve particularly wanted to go?”

“I want to see it all, woods, oceans, deserts. Naboo was beautiful, but I know there’s so much more out there,” you commented, scraping the pan’s contents onto a platter with a small ramequin of sauce for dipping.

“I’ll have to take you one day. Anywhere you want to go, I’ll do it,” he said feigning boldness, but his heart was pounding so hard in his beskar he was afraid you’d be able to hear the dull echo.

You couldn’t help the heat that crept into your cheeks at his words, only doubled by the firm hold of his hands on yours as you passed the dish to him.

“I really like you. THAT. I would really like that,” you stammered. Laughing nervously, you excused yourself to your room. Behind the solace of your closed door, you sank onto your bed with your head in your hands. He was too sharp to not have noticed your slip up, but Maker, how were you supposed to feel? He had spent the better part of a year sweeping you off your feet with kind gestures and gifts and company and lengthy conversations, walking you home almost every evening that he wasn’t away on a hunt. The two of you had stolen small touches here and there, lingering hands on forearms mostly. The one time he had wiped paint off your nose so delicately when he stayed late to help you re-decorate your window display still burned in your mind.

You hoped a shower would clear your head, wash away these feelings you knew were off limits. The slightly cool water felt so good against your sweat heavy skin, rinsing away the sticky layer that had clung to you since early in the day. Having him in your life, even just as a casual companion is something you were more than happy with. You’d have to be careful to stamp out the parts of you that longed for more. His religion, his whole way of life, those weren’t things that allowed you to hope for a future with him.

You stepped out of the shower feeling emotionally and physically exhausted. You noticed the ache in your arms as you ran a towel over your head to roughly dry your hair. You noticed the ache in your heart as your hand reached for the door to re-enter the living room dressed in a matching light grey linen outfit with the scarf hanging loosely around your neck. You took a deep breath and faked a smile sliding the door shut behind you.

“How was it?” you asked taking note of Grogu settled on one of the couch cushions with heavy eyelids and a full belly.

“Delicious, thank you. I’ll have to learn how to make those, he really enjoyed them.”

You smiled while you grabbed the dish you had set aside for yourself, hesitating for a moment as you surveyed the empty seating options. Not wanting to seem off, you chose the seat directly between Din and Grogu. The two of you chatted while you flipped through channels to find something to watch. Grogu was fast asleep by this point, tiny snores erupting from his open mouth. Before you realized it, you were nodding off too, eyes drifting shut and head bobbing unsteadily. You tried to prop your neck on the back of the cushion but found it to be uncomfortable. Din lifted his arm to create a cavity against his chest that your sleep heavy body willingly leaned into.

“Hold on,” he said quietly, shifting quickly to unsnap his chest plate and rest it gently against the table. You felt the warmth of him under your cheek, only separated by his shirt now. The embrace of sleep swallowed you whole in an instant with the comfort of him so close, the smell of gunpowder and leather flooding you, his steady breath, his arm draped around you. You committed each frame of this moment to memory knowing full well you would play it on repeat each night like an old beloved song, familiar, comfortable, full of love.

The hazy glow of early evening bathed your living room in a dull blue light like a little bit of the sky had leaked in through the window. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting quickly to the dimly lit room. Grogu was still snoring softly, from the position of the sun you could tell that not much time had passed.

“Good morning, mesh’la,” Din’s soft voice teased when he noticed you stirring.

For a moment, you hesitated, the warmth of his embrace holding you in place like gravity itself. The thought of pulling yourself away made your bones feel like lead. He gave no indication of expecting you to move, his body just as relaxed as when you had first curled into it. Steady heartbeat, steady breaths, all caged under the broad chest you found yourself pressed against. Your own senses quickening while your thoughts raced against your heart, the two pounding in your ears. Desire and reason, longing and logic going toe to toe.

Your mind started to drift, wondering what his lips would feel like pressed against your own, whether the palms of his hands were rough with calluses like yours or smooth. You wondered about the shape of his nose and the feel of his hair, whether or not he had a beard. And his eyes, oh his eyes. Surely they were warm like his voice with wrinkles at the edges from all his hidden smiles.

He must’ve felt your heart rate increase from where your chest was connected with his.

“Is something wrong?”

You bolted up not wanting to give yourself away.

“No, no, I was just thinking.”

He brushed his fingers along your shoulder lightly, his arm still outstretched behind you keeping his body open to you should you choose to succumb to the unspoken call of his cells to yours. “What are you thinking about, cyar’ika?” his voice came out low and smooth.

“Things that’ll get me into trouble,” you whispered with a sad smile.

“Tell me,” he almost begged, “I want to hear you say it.”

It felt like a knife in your heart. Was he getting off on torturing you, dangling himself in front of you like a prize you would never have. Surely he wasn’t that cruel, was he? You withdrew farther away from him sinking into your own body and wishing you had a shiny suit of armor to shield your face from him, keep him guessing.

“I overstepped, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” he said standing up and walking to the window to create even more distance between the two of you. The sound of his cape caught in the wind of his quick movement the only perceptible noise in the otherwise dead air, tight with some unnamed tension.

For the second time tonight, you buried your head in your hands.

“Din, what is this? What’s going on with us? Just tell me now because I can’t stand hoping for a future that will never happen,” shocked by your own boldness, you did your best to hold a firm look on your face, afraid that, at any second, your lip would quiver and give you away.

He stood frozen. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he was just a statue, a wordless wall of metal reflecting your own insecurities back at you.

“If you’re going to break my heart, just go. Do it now,” your voice wavered, “Because I can’t sit here week after week and wonder what it would be like to kiss you and laugh with you and go to other planets with you knowing you’re just going to end up with some Mandalorian instead of some nameless florist from Naboo.” By this point you had rounded the coffee table to stand face to face with him.

You stood resolute even though inside you were trembling. You wouldn’t break and say anything else until he responded. You stated daggers into his visor waiting for an explanation.

“All this time you thought I was just toying with you because I was bored? Or that this was meaningless? Cyar,ika,” his voice came out like velvet as he took a step closer to you, “I never wanted you to feel like you weren’t my first priority. The reason I’ve been hesitant isn’t because you aren’t a Mandalorian, it isn’t fair to keep you waiting her for me while I’m off hunting for weeks on end. That’s not the life you deserve.”

“I would gladly wait for you, I do. I’d do it over and over again. But I’m still not a part of your creed,” your voice faltered again and you cast your eyes downward.

He took another step closer and tilted your chin up to meet his gaze, “Cyar’ika, I don’t care that you aren’t a part of my creed. That’s who I am, not who you are. You don’t need to be a mirror image of me to catch my eye, you did that all on your own. I can be with people outside of the creed, I can date them, court them, I can even kiss them,” he whispered the last part in a low voice leaning even closer than he was before. The front of his helmet ghosted over your forehead and you closed your eyes in reverence at the nearness.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” you whispered back.

His hands went behind your head to undo the knot of the scarf that hung around your neck. He folded it carefully and your breath hitched when you realized what he was doing as he gently tied it over your eyes. You heard a hiss and a soft sound indicating he had placed his helmet on the cabinet next to you. The soft leather of his gloves cupped your jaw, his thumbs running gently over your cheekbones.

“Ready?” his low voice falling on your ears for the first time without the mask of the modulator, and your knees nearly buckled. You nodded, leaning your cheek farther into the touch of his hand. His lips met yours tentatively, like he was afraid you would break. The two of you exchanged soft kisses for what felt like hours, but in reality was closer to a minute. He nuzzled his nose against yours pressing one final one to your lips before pulling away.

“I don’t stop now I might never.”

“I see no issue with that,” you smiled against his lips drawing a chuckle from him. He released his hold on your face to set his helmet back in place.

“You can open your eyes,” he spoke once again through the modulator. You pulled the scarf off and looked at him wistfully. Your lips swollen from the touch of him, cupids bow slightly irritated from the scratch of his scruff.

“Mesh’la,” he breathed quietly, hand cupping your jaw once more.

“Are you going to tell me what that means?” you smiled raising one eyebrow.

“Beautiful,” he whispered back, tilting his helmet to press against your forehead once more.

Mando’a translations

Buir: father

Mesh’la: beautiful

Cyar’ika: sweetheart

Taglist: @harriedandharassed

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[echoing--stars]

writing prompt for you: board game night double date (ft impa and zelda????)

This was such a cute idea! I love Zelda and Impa as a pair (either romantically or just really close platonically). They're definitely besties with Warthorne!

(If you read this and would like to request a short snippet, see this post!)

“Ha! Back to start!” Link groaned as Zelda pointed at him, smirking. He moved his piece back to his starting row. There was still one piece there. At least he had one piece in the finish zone, but he was definitely losing. Who knew that Trouble could get so competitive? “Aw, Link, don’t look so sad. You’re still in the game!” Rowan was grinning at him. His cheeks were slightly pink, his eyes just a bit glassy. He clutched a drink in one hand. It was a nice sentiment. Except it really wasn’t. “You put one of my pieces back to start last turn.” Rowan looked puzzled for a moment. “I did?” Link rolled his eyes, but then nudged Rowan in the side. “It’s your turn.” Rowan slammed his hand on the dome in the center of the game board with a little too much enthusiasm. If it weren’t for the fact that the pegs fit in slots, they would surely have flown off the board by now. Zelda was giggling at something Impa was whispering to her. She was practically on Impa’s lap. Link gave her another half a drink before she made it that far. Impa kissed Zelda on the cheek before pulling away to take her turn. She pressed the popper much more delicately, as if she could influence her roll. Impa already had three pegs in her finish zone, but her last one had only left the start on her last turn. She and Rowan had been arguing back and forth about who was leading — he had two pegs in the finish, but his remaining two were already halfway around the board. Impa seemed convinced that there was some strategy to the game. Zelda didn’t agree. “It’s almost all chance.” When it was Link’s turn, he leaned forward to roll, but before he could, Rowan reached out and laid a hand on Link’s cheek. When Link turned towards him, Rowan put his other hand on the back of Link’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Rowan’s lips were warm against his, and Link could taste the alcohol on his breath. He buried a hand in Rowan’s hair and closed his eyes. After a few moments, Rowan pulled away just enough to whisper “for luck” against Link’s lips.

#Sage!! #worm writes #linked universe #hyrule warriors #lu warriors #lu artemis #lu impa #lu fanfic #rowanverse

[jadededge]

Double Trouble || Jookyun - Ch.2

Pairing: JooKyun x Reader

Genre: AU, Romance, Smut (eventual)

Rating: M

Summary: Jooheon and Changkyun are an inseparable duo. They do everything together, and dating was no exception. You see them all the time and silently pine but eventually meet them and things progress from there.

Basically reader and her two boyfriends. Smut. Fluff.

Wattpad | AO3  (will likely always update these 2 places first)

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

The boys led you out of the lounge and towards the valet outside. Speaking with a couple of people along the walk to the front, you tried to get out of the way but they never let you wander far. One of the other gives you lingering touches and heated glances here and there.

When the valet pulls their black Range Rover up, you were unsure of where to sit. As if reading your mind,

Changkyun steps up and opens the front passenger door for you. "Here princess, you sit in the front."

You internally squeal at what you hope is your new nickname.

"Come on, I don't bite." Jooheon beckons, already behind the wheel and waiting for you to get in.

You hear Changkyun snort at this comment. Hmm, so he bites? You think. Jackpot. "Thank you." You tell Changkyun as you get in.

He makes his way to the back seat and soon you are pulling away from the lounge. The club was on another side of town, so you were looking at about a 20-minute drive. Jooheon begins fiddling with the radio putting on some Lucky Daye at a low enough volume to chat if wanted. He has taste.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence. Changkyun chimes in from the back seat. He leans up, his head poking between you and Jooheon. "Hyung, I've got an idea."

You glance at him and he's wearing a smirk. You're starting to wonder if letting them carry you away and getting you alone so quickly was a mistake.

Jooheon chuckles a bit. "Oh, Changkyunnie has an idea! That'll be fun. What is it?"

"Let's play a game." You snort in your mind at this. They're already playing a game with you. You're just trying to figure out what it is.

"What kind of game?" You ask curiously.

"Oh, nothing too crazy. Just a round of questions to pass the car ride. I told you, we want to get to know you more. The only penalty is, if you don't answer, we get to ask another question." He smiles. Jooheon affirms.

And you wanted to know more about them as well. Besides lusting after them, they seemed interesting, and fun to be around. Even in the limited time you've spent, you've noticed how doting and sweet they are. Of course, this could all be a ploy to get into your pants, but you've already told yourself that you would accept whatever came of this and enjoy the ride.

"Okay, that sounds like fun. I want to learn more about you two as well." You smile at them both.

"Wonderful! I'll start," Jooheon exclaims. "What were you thinking about when you were staring at us earlier?" Changkyun cocks his head your direction awaiting an answer.

Wow. Out the gate with a tough one. You couldn't tell the truth. "I was imagining what it would be like to be sandwiched between the two of you." But you had to answer. So you deflect.

"I don't think I was staring. Though I was probably wondering how long it would take for you to come up to me." Though said playfully, you hoped they would accept your answer.

You are incredibly nervous but figured it would be best to try to convince them you could hold your own for as long as you could. Deep down you know it wouldn't take much for the two of them to wear you down. Have you begging on your knees. If you jumped out of the window for them, there would be no turning back. But what fun is it to give in immediately?

They both laugh. "Cute." Changkyun says.

"So you knew we'd approach you?" Jooheon asks.

"Hold on. I believe it's my turn."

"Whoa, excuse me." Joo holds a hand up in surrender. "You're right. Ask away, baby."

Baby. Fuck. He threw you off already but you quickly regained yourself. You had many questions but you were aware you had limited time and opportunity. So you ran through options that would get you the most information.

"You two have apparently seen me around before. Why wait till now to say something?"

"You both keep saying 'we'. What's the deal with that?"

"Are you together?"

"Are you both interested?"

"Do you share everything?"

You settle on, "You both keep saying 'we' or 'us'. What's the deal with that?" You just had to know.

Changkyun answers matter-of-factly, "we do everything together, as I'm sure you know. That also includes personal matters."

"So are you two together?" You ask.

"Aht aht, I believe it's our turn." Jooheon says throwing your earlier statement back at you.

"I- you're right." You say defeated.  

"What would you think if we were together?" Joo asks raising an eyebrow.

You would obviously love it if they were both interested. You want them both, even better if they share and get along. Changkyun says they do everything together. At that, your mind wandered to the possibilities. You have no problem with any scenario you dreamed up. "I'd love it." You answer frankly.

"Interesting," Changkyun says while looking at you adoringly. "We'll have to talk about this more. But for now, we're here." Leaning back.

You pout, "but it was my turn."

Joo coos at you. "Aw, we can keep playing once we get inside." He puts the car in park and hops out to walk to your side.

Opening the door for you he grabs your hand to help you out and hooks it in his arm. You're silently losing your mind. You can feel how big and hard his arm is even through his shirt.

Changkyun joins your other side and glides his hand down your back, leaving chills in its wake, stopping just above your ass on your lower back. Hold it together.

Walking past some of the patrons waiting to get in, you clock a couple of jealous stares. You ignore it. No need to psyche yourself out because of any outside influence.

As you make it to the door, security immediately recognizes them. "Boys! Welcome." He calls someone on his walkie earpiece. "The twins are here."

He promptly lets you in, and we're greeted by the hostess who will guide you all to their private section.

The club is incredible. It's decorated in black with gold accents. It has a high-end feel to it. There are mirrors on either side of the dance floor, reflecting and shimmering the lights like gold glitter. There's a stage currently being occupied by a DJ.  The dance floor is packed as well as the bar to the back but navigating the throngs of people was easy enough.

There were several booths and sections on the main floor, where you thought you would be but you were taken to the back and up a set of stairs. There's a hall with several doors lining it. You can still hear the music downstairs but it's certainly not as loud. More muffled.

"Here you go, gentlemen and lady." She offers you a polite smile while opening a door and gesturing you inside. "Kihyun made sure the bar was fully stocked and as well as two bottles of your favorite champagne." She gestures to the table. "If you need anything please don't hesitate to call in a server from the phone here. Enjoy your evening."  We thank her and she leaves us alone.

This room is fairly huge. There's a full bar with seating for 5 and a lounge area with two comfy-looking couches and chairs. There appears to be a karaoke setup here as well with a couple of large TVs on a wall and opposite of that there's a large window overlooking the club. Here you wander over and take a look out.

"Whoa. You can see everything. This is quite nice. Thank you for inviting me." You turn and look at them beaming brightly.

Changkyun has started pouring drinks for you three and Jooheon has joined you at the window. Placing a hand on the small of your back.

"You're absolutely welcome baby. Hopefully, you don't think we're overdoing it, trying to impress you." He says half-jokingly. If you squint really hard, you'd think he was nervous.

Not wanting to play too hard to get, you give them a bone. "Well consider me impressed Jooheon."

He smiles brightly at you. Gently he grabs your hand and raises it to his mouth. Your heart skips a beat. "Please, call me Honey." He places a gentle kiss on your skin.

"Okay. Honey." You're breathless but you smile.

"Come. Let's sit."

You both move to join Changkyun. He's sitting in a chair directly next to the end of one of the couches. He gestures for you to sit on the couch, and Jooheon takes his place on the cushion to your left. You're trapped, again.

Grabbing a glass, you take a sip. "You know, I'm starting to feel like prey being cornered by you two."

Changkyun raises a brow at you while finishing his sip. "Why? Do you feel trapped?" Is he in my head?

You play with the thought in your mind. "Not trapped but I feel surrounded." You all laugh a bit.

Honey adds, "does that make you uncomfortable?"

Your face heats up. He's lounging with his arm around the back of the couch gently moving his thumb over your skin near the tiny strap of your dress. You're very comfortable. In fact, you've been trying to keep yourself from being too comfortable. You're failing miserably.

You look between the pair of them. "Not uncomfortable. But I'm feeling hunted." You raise a brow at Honey.

"Ah, you think you haven't already been caught." Changkyun says tipping his glass in your direction. Taking another sip.

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[just-my-type-x]

Deadline For Love

Pic not mine

I enter the high school yard and sit by the fence to wait for my friends to show up. As i do so, i reach for my phone to enter the documents on it to run over some lessons for the upcoming exam next week. I try to focus on the pieces of information, but I'm interrupted by loud music coming from a car. I glance over at the car and widen them when i see a brand new jaguar parking across the street from me. My mouth falls open and i turn my head back to my phone when the driver comes out. The last thing i need is trouble for staring at a beautiful and expensive car. But you know what they say.. Curiosity killed the cat. So i turn around to look at the car one more time, when a beautiful man walks out of it. Brown, curly hair, wind blowing it but the hair still manages to lool flawless. He opens the backseat door to take his backpack and i notice his tight black longsleeve tucked in his black jeans, some boots in his feet. I swallow the excess of saliva that I didn't know i had and turn around quickly when he looks at me. I close my eyes and face-palm myself, cringing to the core. I decide to go back to my studying and act like nothing happened. Hearing footsteps on my left, i fight the urge to look if the man comes my way, wishing to steal one more sight of him. The footsteps stop next to me anf he clears his voice loudly, so he can capture my attention.

"You're not so subtle", i look at him, playing dumb. "Just so you know", he smiles and i smile back at him. "I'm Brad", he extends a hand towards me and i shake it happily

"I'm y/n. I'm sorry, but we don't usually see random handsome guys pulling up in Jaguars", i chuckle. "Just so you know". Brad laughs and I'm quick to conclude that this is the most beautiful sounding laughter. "So, are you new here?"

"Yes, actually. I know school started for a while, but there have been some problems my dad had to take care of at my other high school.", Brad leans on the fence and i copy his move

"That sounded like your dad threw the people responsible in a river", he laughs and i try not to blush. I love making people happy.

"Don't worry, it's just paperwork.", a group of people pass us and greet me and Brad, coming over to us to exchange some words and to meet Brad. I see him shift in his place and running his hand through his hair multiple times. Anxiety habit maybe? The group leaves soon after and i look at him, smirking.

"Who would've thought that the rich kid is shy", i pick my backpack off the ground and swing it over my shoulder

"Don't call me that, ok? We're not that close yet", tho his words speak facts, his tone is still warm and i kinda appreciate it. I apologise and go inside the building, letting my friends know I'm no longer waiting for them.

"So, what's your first class?", i ask him awkwardly after the last thing I've told him

" 'M not sure, i think Geography.", he frowns, looking at his schedule on his phone

"Wait, we have the same classes. My coordinator just texted the group chat, we're colleagues", i show him the text and we walk to the classroom. We enter and we greet five other classmates, Brad introducing himself to them.

"Oh my God, he's so cute", a girl whispers to her friend and i roll my eyes, dropping the backpack on the empty seat of the double desk. Brad blushes and involuntarily runs a hand through his curls. He stops at my desk, looking at me, patiently waiting for me to acknowledge him, while my nose is already buried in today's lesson.

"May i help you?", i laugh and he smiles. He looks at the seat that's occupied by the backpack. "Ooooh", i take my backpack away and he's quick to seat next to me.

"Thank you, it's so nice of you to offer me this seat", he jokes and i shake my head smiling.

"i would've said something, but we're not friends yet", i click my tongue and put the book in the middle so he could look at what I'm reading

"That I'm rich and funny?", Brad raises an eyebrow while taking a pen and a notebook out of his backpack. I nod and he laughs.

"What's that thing you always do with your hair?", i ask, while studying his face. He doesn't lift his eyes from the book and absently answers

"Yiu wouldn't believe it, but i am actually shy and can't handle moments like this, when I'm the new guy and all the attention drops on me"

"Well, you shouldn't come with a Jaguar at school", i mock him

"Please drop the car thing or tomorrow I'm coming riding the actual animal.", Brad tries keeping a straight face but fails.

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A few days past and having Brad as my desk mate is a total blast. We started to get to know each other better and it turns out he's a total sweetheart. His sense of humour matches mine and we're on the same page with a lot of things. Maybe not that many. While I ace geography, he's totally lost without my help and a very important exam is coming up. While i take some notes for the exam, Brad comes into the classroom and takes my book away from me. He takes my hands in his and i raise an eyebrow at him.

"You have to help me pass this or I'm lost"

"I can't give you my brain", i chuckle

"No, but you're intelligent and you've been going through the lessons everyday since i got here and I'm sure you can put some information in my brain", he looks at me hopeless. I sigh and ask myself why shouldn't i do it and i have no answer to that question. So i happily agree to that. He gives me a quick hug and when i get back in my seat properly, my elbow hits the wall behind me. I moan in pain and mumble a fuck under my breath. I feel Brad watching me so i look back at him and see him smirk. "If you sound like this in bed too, then that's intriguing", he laughs and i hit him playfully in the arm.

"You'll just have to imagine that, Simpson"

"Mmm, bet my imagination isn't that colorful as reality might be", Brad runs a hand through his hair and smirk at me while leaning on the back of the chair. I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Then you'll have to become creative", i wink at him and put my notes on the side of his desk. "Have some of this information learned by tomorrow afternoon. We'll go to my place to study together", i try to keep my voice neutral, tho this joke about my moaning got me playing since scenarios in my head that i didn't know i had the ability to create.

"If i guess the answers right, do i get any type of reward?", he goes through the notes and runs a finger over the highlighted words.

I gasp

"For a shy guy like you, you definitely have a dirty mind"

"And mouth, i can assure you." he's still looking through the notes, frowning, like he doesn't say any big deal. I fall back on my seat, trying to keep my mind from wondering off into the wrong direction. I study Brad, his back broad and muscular, his shirts and t-shirt making it look so masculine. His arms are well built as well, legs too. Little curls forming at the back of the head and the rest of the curls being parted everywhere in the front. His coffee eyes read carefully over the hours and hours of information I've studied for, his lips parted, whispering what he reads. His fingers nice and long, the rings adding an extra wish for me look longer at his hands. Brad runs a hand through his hair and i frown when a strand of hair isn't placed as nicely as before. "Just because i don't see you, it doesn't mean i don't feel uncomfortable when you're watching me", he leans back in his seat to face me. I turn on the side and put my arm on the back of the seat, holding my head with my hand, looking in his eyes and him looking into mine without blinking.

"I was trying to see if i invited a serial killer into my house"

"I think we'll have to wait and see"

"Brad!", i push him playfully.

"I was joking. There's nothing you have to worry about. Other than my excessive stupidness for this subject", we both laugh and give each other one more smile when the teacher enters the classroom

The class comes to an end and we all reach for our backpacks to get out of the classroom. "Don't go yet, one more thing", the teacher yells and we all stop in our tracks to pay attention to her. "I changed my mind about the exam.", a sigh of relief escapes all of our mouths. Brad looks at me and smiles and i wink at him. "It's gonna be a 2 people project.", a wave of disappointment is heard from all around the classroom, but i almost clap out of excitement. Projects are my thing and I always ace them. I look over to my best friend and we both smile at each other, because we always work together. "The project has to be about your European trips. If you went to Berlin, i want pictures, if yiu went to Rome, i want pictures and so on. Afterwards, i want information about type of climate, fauna vegetation and so on about the certain country. I'll email you all the requirements. Oh and i almost forgot, your team mates are your desk mates. No changes. ", the teacher leaves before we do and we remain with mouths open, because we're used to choosing our partners. I look at Brad who's already looking at me.

"I hope you've travelled outside England, pretty boy", i sigh and head towards the door, him following me.

"Oh, we're going to have fun", Brad smirks and we both head outside for the break.

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After school, we both go back to my place to start working on the project. I get inside his car and don't know how to act casual enough in such a not avarege car for an 18 year old. Brad gets in the driver's seat and puts on his seatbelt, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. He's been overwhelmed in the past days since chsnging schools and being the new guy again. He doesn't like being in the public eye for sure, but his little habits he does when he's shy make my soul happy. We drive off in silence, while groups of people follow us with their eyes. I roll my eyes, but Brad doesn't seem to notice the jealous eyes of those who are the same age as he is and don't even have a driver's licence. The radio plays quietly in the background and Brad vibes to the music by tapping the wheel to the rythm. I decide to look outside the window, because i don't want him to believe i'm staring at him.

I replay the past week while we pass trees and houses fast. Meeting Brad was really unexpected and i didn't know i needed him to come into my life. I didn't think i needed to surround myself with new people so i could feel good and energetic. Somehow, he managed to bring my true self back and for that i'm going to be forever greatful to him.

We pull up at my house and instruct him to park into my family's garage, as it's empty. We get inside and i'm thankful my mom cooked, because we're both hungry and not patient enough to wait for food delievery. We eat, get to know each other a little bit better and laugh almost at everything the other says, not necesarily because it's funny, but because we have too much of a good vibe together.

An hour or so later, we're both on the living room floor and looking at pictures and videos of each other's vacations. Brad is part of a group of him and three other boys, who are his best friends, and he is pretty much always on the road with them. He says it's an unwritten rule for them to go out of the country as long as they can afford it, so whenever they're free, they hop on the first plane. I almost choke on my water when he says that and all of a sudden i look at my vacation photos that are mostly taken by my parents while on vacation with them.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you feel bad", he apologies and comes next to me, putting his hand on the small of my back. i look up at him and smile.

"Don't worry, i'm fine. You're the last person who would make me feel bad, Bradley", i pinch his cheek.

"Good. Oooh, what do we have here?", Brad reaches for my phone to look at a photo closely. "This picture should be illegal", he says in a serious voice, but i chuckle and lean on him to try get my phone back, but he raises his arm higher.

"Stop, i don't like that photo", i whine and get on my feet to reach the phone. The photo he's looking at is a picture taken at a restaurant on the beach and my friend took a picture of me having a sip of cocktail, my chest only covered by a small bikini bra.

"Shut up, you're breathtaking. We're not using this photo", he laughs and takes the phone away when i almost catch it. I give up and sit back down. "Ok,let's get back to our project, because you're distracting me and that's not good.", he hands me my phone.

"How am i distracting you?", i raise my eyebrow, but i know the answer to my question

"Y/N, I'm at the peak of my hormones and your exposed chest on a restaurant table look more appetising than the menu.", my mouth falls open while i question how he kept a straight face while saying all of this. I blush and look away from him.

"Thanks for the honesty", i chuckle

"Yeah, well, i can't thank you for other things", my face heats up even more and i push him away playfully.

"Just don't think about me when you do it. Please.", i manage to say, while going back to the laptop, seeing the empty slides we need to fill in.

"Will it make you do it yourself?", his voice is low in my ear and i breath heavily all of a sudden. I shake my head to forget the feeling.

"It will make me wanna finish this stupid project so i could focus on more important things"

"And when i thought you wanted to finish me", Brad fakes he's hurt by putting a hand over his chest

"After we finish the project", i smirk proudly when his face shifted with surprise, his eyes sparkling.

We start adding photos and information in our presentation, both Brad and i shifting in our places because of our conversation.

"Fuck it", Brad closes the laptop and moves it further from me, while pulling me by the hands towards him. He sits on the floor, his back leaning on the couch and he motions me to get on his lap. I do as told and he grabs my waist, his lips instantly landing on mine. We move in sync, our tongues brushing softly over one another, my crotch rubbing on him, creating a much needed friction by both of us. He gasps and moves his hands lower, holding me by the ass. We break the kiss and look into each other's eyes and smile. I want to move from his lap, but he grabs my thigh to hold me in place, murmuring a no. Brad puts a strand of hair behind my ear and cups my face before kissing me again, gently this time.

"Let's just take things slow, alright?", his voice is calm, while he's all blushy and needy

"Alright", i nod

"But i promise I'll make you call in sick when you won't be able to get out of bed when i finally get the chance to have sex with you", he slaps my ass gently, making me wish he hit it a little bit harder. I give him a kiss.

"I can't wait for that", i kiss him again, deepening the kiss

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This became longer than expected so unfortunately i didn't get to write about preliminaries, but i hope u enjoyed the rest of the imagine. Also, as u can see in the request, it says 2 imagines, so of course i didn't respond to the whole request because i don't want people to see what's the request. However, i can make it as a part 2 to this one. So if you guys want that to be a part 2 (and trust me it's interesting) and if the anon who requested it sees it, pls let me know if u want the 2nd request to be somehow this part's continuation ♥️

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[86-babyy]

Make Me Lose Control.

Summary:- You and Eddie are just hanging out with the group when a song comes on that reminds you of a certain memory.

T/W:- Smut. Cute. Dirty Talk. Unprotected sex. Fingering. Oral. Praise kink. Drug use.

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Legs hanging on either side of his, you had sat like this a million times before causally mid conversation as Dustin rambled on about some new theory he had conjured up. Eddie’s left arm loosely wrapped around your waist as he expressed his excitement towards Dustin.

It was Friday night, nothing out of the ordinary. You, Eddie and the rest of the D&D group all crowded around the table. Music sang through the background around you as the conversation flowed between each other.

Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air. She told me to come, but I was already there.

The lyrics hung hot in the air, clear as day breaking through the chaos of words being passed around you. Subconsciously you tense, your thighs tightening around Eddie’s leg. Your stomach flipping in circles as your rigid frame froze within his lap.

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Carpet brushed beneath your feet as you twisted on your toes, the joint hanging from your fingertips as you danced around Eddie’s living room. AC/DC blasted through the record player, a cloud of smoke lingering in your movements as you spun around. Eddie watched from a distance, sat spread legged- arms behind his head on the couch. Amusement hinting in his eyes as he watched you move so effortlessly in front of him, watching your skirt fan out as you spun around, softly bringing the joint back to your lips.

“Come dance with me.” You pleaded, arms out stretched, that giddy smile across your lips that Eddie loved so much.

With a slight huff he raised to his feet, dimples creased his cheeks as he walked towards you.

“I think you’ve had enough..” He cocked an eyebrow, leaning closer, so much so you swore you could see your reflection in those pools of brown. “I don’t dance, sweetheart.”

Lips turning into a playful smirk as he plucked the joint from your lips, bringing it to his own with a sharp inhale turning on his heel and placing himself back where he started.

“That’s not true..” Arms crossed you follow him back, legs swung over as you placed yourself in his lap. Raised eyebrows sparked curiosity from him as he tilted his head. “I seen you once.” You grinned, reaching out and taking the joint back from him.

See, you and Eddie had been best friends since you could remember. Every waking hour through summer you’d spend together, growing and never the less getting into more trouble together as you both grew up. Simple gestures, kiss on the cheeks, mindlessly hand holding and sitting on each other’s lap never sparked nothing more than that you both were utterly and completely comfortable with each other. Nothing was ever sort out past friendship and it didn’t seem to be odd how you both were with one another. It felt normal, it felt right.

Eddie coughed a laugh in disbelief, shaking his head. His hand placed on your waist, fingertips creeping up as he teased your sides. Doubling over, the smoke caught in your throat as Eddie’s fingers tickled your sides. You toss the burnt out joint aside. Face buried into his neck as you wiggled and squirmed, relentlessly trying to free yourself from his grip.

“Eddie..” You breathed, hot against his throat, your words stretched like a whimpering moan. Your hips bucking as you twisted and though his fingers still poked the soft parts of your sides you couldn’t ignore the harsh seam of his jeans rubbing between your legs. The more you moved, the worse it got. The rough material creating enough pressure to seep through your own clothing spreading warmth radiating through you.

Working double time on the seduction line. She's one of a kind, she's just mine, all mine.

The lyrics hummed in the background.

“Eddie, please.. I can’t..” You cried, whimpering into him. You could feel your arms clamping around his neck. You could feel yours growing wetter. The thin material of your underwear getting damp and you’re sure if he continued that it would soon seep through and onto his leg. You tried to shift but as you did, you felt it. Scared to look up, you simply bit the bottom of your lip groaning but it was apparent that you could very much feel his cock beneath you, twitching with every jerk your body made, sending you deeper into what was no longer fits of laughter but a mixture of pleasure.

Eddie silently laughed to himself, watching you squirm as he toyed with you. But as soon as his name came rolling off your tongue in that tone that sent shivers down his spine he had to hold the grunt that nearly escaped his lips. Luckily you were face first, buried into the nook of his neck so that the pink flush that coloured his cheeks couldn’t be seen and by this time the friction had caused a noticeable heat between you and him. The whimpers dancing across his skin as you begged words into his ear had his cock straining through his jeans. He tried to shuffle but to no avail, nothing was going to hide it now.

He settled his hands back down to your waist, fingertips still dug softly into your skin. Drawn back you hold yourself steady gripping his shoulders as you took the first glance at his face. Strands of hair stuck to his cheeks, flushed and red. His chest heavy as you watched it rise and fall, catching his breath.

“That was..” You breathed, flashing a small smile. “Wasn’t very nice.”

He laughed, lips curled into a lazy smile. The air thick with tension as you both sat there, catching whatever air would fall into your lungs, eyes never drawing apart.

Yeah, you shook me. Yeah, you shook me all night long.

The last of the lyrics drowned out around you and without second guessing you lent forward pressing your lips to his, hands snaked behind your head pulling you closer. Lost in the moment, his fingers twisting in your hair, his body pressed to yours- Fuck he felt so good.

Fingers moved from your hair back to your waist, digging a little more needy this time as he traced open mouth kisses along your jaw, trailing down your neck. Your arms hung loosely around his neck, arching back to allow further access.

“Mm.. Y/N.” Eddie moaned against your skin, hands slipping from your waist to your thighs. You could feel the pinch from his rings, cold as they brushed your flushed exterior. He looks up softly, eyes searching yours for some kind of sign. With a gentle nod you smiled back, shifting so your legs opened a little wider.

You felt his fingertips disappear under the hem of your skirt, tracing the lace of your underwear before feeling that all to well buzz as he made small circles over your clit. Soft motions as he teased your pussy, agonisingly slow. You were sure he was enjoying the whimpers as you moved your hips to join his fingers. One hand still hung around his neck, the other placed behind you on his knee as he slipped your underwear to the side, pushing and teasing your hole.

“Yes Eddie.. More!” You pleaded as he inserted a finger, curling and fucking you at a steady pace. He watched as you arched to his touch, hand slinked around your waist as you rode his fingers. The way your lips parted perfectly, the rise and fall of your breasts under your shirt, threatening to stretch the fabric every time you cried out. You could feel the feeling in the pit of your stomach, hanging heavy as you reached forward clinging onto his shoulders, burrowing your face into his neck.

“You like that, princess?” He groaned, running a thumb across your clit emitting a gasp from your lips. “You make me go crazy.” He mumbles as he connects his lips back to your neck.

“Make me lose control..” You practically beg.

That was all the permission he needed. Eddie slipped his fingers gracefully from your pussy, hooking his fingers into the sides of your underwear he slips one leg out, then the other. You weren’t to sure how he managed to skilfully remove them with you still sat upon his lap but here you were.

Eddie ran his hands up your thighs. “Look at me, princess.” He gestures. You lift your head, eyes locked his with a lust lingering deep within his pools of brown that sparked a hunger you had never seen from him before. His hands grip your ass as he stands up, instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as he walks down the small hallway towards his bedroom. Eddie brings you to your feet, holding steady as you gain your balance.

“Am I yours, Eddie?” You basically moan your words, slow and dragged out and you watch as Eddie cocks an eyebrow, a smile creeping across his face that’s nothing short of trouble. This wasn’t his first rodeo and it sure as hell wasn’t yours either but the curious side of yours wanted to dip your toes, find out what made him fire up.

Eddie is sweet. His exuberant personality and live wire energy was something to be adored but very few knew just how caring and down to earth he really was. He was like a little kid at times with his boyish antics and sweet charm, rarely would you ever see him angry or violent. It just wasn’t him. But you would be lying if you weren’t curious to know if he had a dark side. A true lust for sin as he had for life.

“You will be.” He growled a throaty moan, fingers working his belt buckle.

You pry his fingers away, replacing them with your own as you slid the leather from the loops of his jeans. The imprint of his cock inches from you as you knelt before him, pulling his jeans to his ankles. His boxers hastily followed, springing his cock to life. Eddie was big and you thought for a second how exactly it would fit. You run you tongue along the side of his length, soft lips wrapped around his cock, sucking slowly as you swallowed his cock, awarding a noticeable moan followed by a harsh Fuck as your nose touched the small of his pelvis.

You hollow your cheeks as you keep a steady pace, twirling and twisting your tongue along his cock.

“Fuck, just like that..” He bucks his hips to your rhythm, sloppy sucks echo the room. Ravelling in the sweet grunts emerging from his lips as he praises comments between gritted teeth. “You’re so fucking good.”

You draw his cock from your lips ending in a soft pop as he pulls you to your feet, bending slightly and hooking your thighs over his forearms. You wince silently as your back hits the wall, his cock lined perfectly at your entrance. His eyes burn straight through you and your pussy twitches at the excitement. You wrap your arms around his neck and give a sly wink granting him access as you feel him push into you, inch by inch stretching your pussy around him.

“Ah fuck, Eddie..” You gasp, head forward resting on his shoulder. You feel him draw back out, slow and steady.. You whimper, trying to gain more friction.

His fingers cling tightly at your thighs as he speeds up. His cock slamming without mercy. You feel every inch, his tip rubbing your sweet spot sending jolts of lightening through your nerves.

“Is this what you want, baby girl?” He breathes, your back now thumping against the wall. Pain masked by pleasure as your walls tighten around him. “Look at me..” He encourages. You lift your face from his chest, skin glistening with sweat as you watch his lips curl into a smile. “That’s it, baby. I want to watch that pretty face while I fuck you.”

You take your bottom lip between your teeth. “Fuck.. Eddie, yes. Fuck me.” You moan. He watches as your lips part, eyes flutter as you gasp for air.

His hips are pounding at a dangerous pace and you can feel your climax building. The endless strings of slurs spilling from your mouth as the warmth spreads from your toes upwards.

“I’m so close.. Eddie don’t stop.. please, fuck yes.” You cry out, eyes locked into his as you claw at his shoulders. You are sure that’s going to leave marks but it didn’t seem neither you nor him cared.

“Cum for me, baby. You’re such a good girl.” He reaches forward lips connecting with yours as his tongue forces it’s way inside. Hot and heavy, you moan into him.

Your legs start to twitch and he can feel your orgasm building, your pussy clenched around his cock.

“That’s it baby girl, so fucking good.” He groans against your lips. And you cling desperately to him.

“Cum with me..” You beg. “Fill me up.”

You feel his rhythm hinge at your words. “I- I’m coming.” He groans, as you feel that all welcoming feeling wash over you. His warmth filling you as he slowly fucks your orgasm out.

Slowly pulling out, he carries you over to the bed, still placed in his arms, he lowers you down and falls beside you. Fingers fumble to find yours and intwine as you glance at him. You receive a warm smile and a little chuckle as he pulls you too him, one hand stroking the small of your back.

You laid wrapped up in his arms, unsure to speak or just marvel in the moment. Just on cue, like he can hear your brain working overtime, Eddie chimes in.

“Nothing is going to change. I still love you all the same.”

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You hadn’t meant to be so obvious as you scanned the room, no one looked out of place, Dustin was still ranting, Mikes failing arms in protest, you heaved a sigh as you realised no one had noticed.

No one noticed but Eddie did.

His fingertips dug tightly into your waist, a small sign that he was thinking exactly what you were.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things smut #eddie munson

[beezleberry-breakie]

Disclaimer: I do not own Fred, Jacki, this version of Y/N, or Heart Hunted. They belong to @heart-hunted, who has now been cursed to read my intrusive thoughts. I only own this crackfic story and the god awful picture above.

You weren’t sure HOW or WHEN Chariot got back to the dance floor, considering she was drunk as a skunk and was last seen slung over Freddy’s shoulder like a sack of wheat, but here she was all in her glory. Maracas shaking offbeat to the music as she waltzed in circles around the two of you, singing “can you feel the love tonight” in perfect Russian. When she started the song, you glanced up in question at Jacki wondering how she knew Russian, where she found maracas in the club, and had a sudden appearance of a fake mustache. He could only give a small shrug of his shoulders, as he glanced around slowly looking for his friend. Chariot was very sneaky when she needed to be…or wanted something. It was both a natural talent and a curse for those around her. Jacki continued to look for Fred speaking with authority to the waltzing woman.

“Chariot where’s your accountabillabuddy Freddy?”

“sssssssSSHH feel the love comrade. It’s all aROUND us”.

She winked (was it a wink? You think it was a wink. Both eyelids closed slowly at different times), then once more spun around the two of you, singing another Russian love song. Jacki gives a long sigh, irritation mixing onto his face. You could only chuckle at the situation before you, hand placed against your mouth to stifle the noise as your eyes trailed the waltzing Chariot. You thought it was…cute to say the least. It was ticking to the end of the night when she started really taking harder shots. She said she didn’t want to ruin your double date early and wanted to just let loose and groove.

Fred. Fred could only give a look of disappointment before groaning loudly. Though to his credit, or annoyance you weren’t sure yet, he helped her from getting too crazy. Forcing her to drink water, turned her chaos towards another direction when you and Jacki shared tender moments, and moderated her alcohol which Chariot had deemed the upmost form of betrayal and pouted giving Fred the silent treatment for all of three minutes. Even at one point, though he was ready to self combust and set the club on fire, Fred allowed Chariot to sit on his lap when she couldn’t stop sliding down to the floor while they drank at one of the mini tables, maniac giggles echoing from her lips while she commented that her legs are officially jello. This was the first time you had ever seen someone so frustrated yet so loving at the same instant. You asked Fred why he didn’t just take Chariot home, but he complained that dealing with a fighting drunk girlfriend was worse than a hung over one, and besides she liked you which meant Chariot was going to argue to keep the date going. Jacki had agreed to the statement as they both said that it was a good thing.

As your friend continued to dance, you noticed that bright pink lipstick Chariot had at the start of the date was completely gone. The color had descended to every open sliver of skin on Fred’s face, neck, and hands. He couldn’t stop blushing and snapped at Jacki whenever the white haired male had something cute to say about the new coloring. You sniggered at the interaction, but noticed how every time Fred was blessed with more color kisses, Jacki had almost leaned closer to you, pouting and wanting the same treatment. Of course you obliged, giving two for his trouble but did let him know that your lipstick was rub off free. Jacki only pouted further before you gave him another kiss for the trouble. Smiling, you focused back to dancing with Jacki, hand cupping his cheek while your thumb slowly rubbed the area. He sighed softly, breathes catching in his throat as his pupils dilated. You weren’t sure if he could look anymore in love but was proven wrong each day you spent time with Jacki. He was a perfect example of a love struck vision that stood before you, it was definitely a welcomed sight. Even with all the chaos, you still were having a wonderful time.

Suddenly there was a brief sound of a small yelp from Chariot, she stumbled before catching herself , both arms raised up like she just finished a gymnastics routine. You tilted your head to look at her, eyebrow lifted in concern. Chariot could only give you a wobbly thumbs up, not ,issuing a beat as she continued her drunken activity. Jacki took a deep breathe and gave a longer irritated sigh. You moved back to dancing with him, now both eyebrows raised in question at what happened.

“Jacki. Did you just trip her?”

He frowned deeply, he clearly only wanted to spend time with you alone, not keep his eye on his friend’s girl. To ease his suffering Jacki pulled you closer, his chin resting on-top of your head. It’d been thirty minutes at this point and no sign of Fred still. Which seemed very odd as Drunk Chariot refused to be away from her beau. Jacki had learned that the hard way one day drinking in Budapest. The trip back home wasn’t soon enough. Jacki growled deeply in his throat, as he listened to the shaking of maracas growing louder. You bit your lip and snorted to try to contain your laughter as you watched Chariot shake her maracas closer and closer beside Jacki’s ears.

“Feeeeeeeeel the looooooovvvvvvveeeeeeee ❤️”

Jacki closed his eyes in silent defeat, mumbling to himself, “Where the hell is Freddy?”.

I made this during work (again…lol I get bored/distracted so easily). This was suppose to be a short little convo tidbit but I want over and viola! >3> but I do wonder wtf happened to Fredbrugers. I actually don’t know I started having a brain fart towards the end -3- so the world may never know. ** edit forgot to say Daisy is Chariot. Was listening to Gavin DeGraw and I was like…hell yea ✨Chariot✨

#heart hunted visual novel #fanfic #visual novel #yandere #heart hunted #reader insert #heart hunted oc #hh fredrick kinsley #hh jacki larson #I could actually go for a burger right now #I have too much time in my hands but not even talent #do the clothes look weird no tf they don’t

[worstloki]

powerful characters that hang around having fun 80% of the time and manipulate people the other 20% 

                            Loki 🤝 Aaravos 🤝 Double Trouble

#I would add azula but the ratio of fun to evil is a bit off #I've already dubbed it chaotic neutral energy too and azula doesn't quite fit that alignment #these three do though #have I mentioned how pretty loki and aaravos are? #because they are #double trouble leans more towards cute #they're all on the chaos spectrum that's the point