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#frozen 2 drabbles
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"What do you mean, you were stuck?" Repeated Anna, blinking.
Honeymaren shrugged. "I know it sounds crazy, but we really were. Last Winter was strong, as you know. We had to stay in the cabin since the storm wouldn't calm down, and night was falling."
Anna started to smile, but Honeymaren didn't notice, and continued her story. "So. We were snowed in, and there was only one bed..."
She finally noticed Anna's smirk, and frowned at her reaction.
"What?"
The redhead had a giggle. "You know that Elsa controls snow at will, right?" She said with a sly smile. "Not just her snow."
The Northuldra kept frowning. "Yes, I'm well aware, but what does it have to do wi-- Oooh." She suddenly said, her jaw dropping.
There was a silence, quickly broken by Anna's laughter. She found Honeymaren's realization both cute and hilarious.
"Yep. She probably stuck the both of you in that cabin for a reason."
There was a beat, and Honeymaren's cheeks started to burn.
"A good reason, I suppose, given your big blush right now. Well, she's a minx, I'm not surprised." Smirked Anna.
"I..." Muttered the brunette, speechless for a moment. She then gulped. "I have a word or two to say to her."
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ravinewreyn · 1 year
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Little Spoon
Rating: T Pairing: Hans/Elsa
I suddenly had the urge to write these two again so @nap-hime​ provide me with a quick prompt and I whip this out
If this feel a little depressing then blame Youtube because “The Next Right Thing” played at the right time
It still haunted him.
He never truly talked about it, didn’t want to concern those around him over something so… trivial such as this. He knew that they were past it—it had happened yes, but then it didn’t, and it was what mattered, didn’t it?
Everyone else seemed to have taken it with a confident stride, had perhaps even moved on from it, and he was sure he had as well. But then, from time to time, although sparse and far in between to the point that he was sure he would not experience it again, it had come back to him.
This nightmare that came from the depth of his mind—his heart, that rendered him into feeling so useless—helpless, muscles tense and yet he was unable to move at all, frozen in place as he was forced to recall everything. The aching in his heart as if it had been squeezed and rip right out of his chest, he gravity that pulled him down until it felt like he was drowning, how his throat had felt like closing up and choking him from inside out. He would wake up then, panting and drenched in sweat, as he reminded himself that it was all just a dream.
Tonight, though, it was worse.
He watched—because that was all he could do, as her body had slowly turned into ice, how her blue eyes were blown wide with fear as she looked at him, calling out to him, reaching out as she cried out for him to help her, as she sobbed and panic as she repeated the same words over and over again.
“Hans, I don’t want to die! Please, Hans, help me! I don’t want to die!”
But he couldn’t move, he couldn’t reach her, his body was not cold and it was not turning into ice the way hers was, but he was frozen in place. He couldn’t even mutter a word back at her no matter how hard he tried.
This was usually where he would have woken up, this was supposedly when he would open his eyes to find himself in the darkened bedroom, lying down and facing the ceiling as he calmed his breathing down.
He was not waking up though.
He kept staring at her, he kept his eyes glued to the frozen solid statue of her—face contorted forever in fear, a hand reached out toward him as the other curled against her chest.
And suddenly he could move.
Because he was approaching her statue now, the closer he was the more details caught his attention. Even as an ice statue he could see the dusting freckles across her face, could see the individual lashes of her eyes, the plumpness of her lips now blue and stiff.
His hands reached out to cup her face, the coldness that seep through his gloves, staring into the lifeless eyes of hers.
Yet he had no chance to grief, to cry and to beg her to wake up and come back to him, because her frozen solid hands had suddenly grabbed hold onto his wrists, holding him in place with vice-like grip that stung his skin, and her face had now contorted into one of anger—of fury that he had never witnessed before.
“Why did you let me die?!”
His eyes shot open then, gasping for air as if his chest had been deprived of it, yet he had not seen the ceiling he was expecting.
No, it was her face that filled his vision, hovering over him, concern knitted deeply into her brows and overall expression, and only now had he realized that she was grabbing him by the shoulders.
“Hans!” her voice was laced with both relief and question as she stared down at him. “What’s wrong? You were trashing in your sleep and I couldn’t wake you up.”
He realized his eyes stung, blurry, before her thumb came to swipe the running tears away from his face before her hand rested gently against his jaw. His arms came reaching up until he could wrap her in his embrace, pulling down and flush against his own body. Her skin was cold, but this was the coldness that he was familiar with, this coldness was not biting nor that it stung, this one was comforting, this coldness was his Elsa. Alive and well.
Her breath brushed against his neck as she softly sigh, lashes tickling his skin as she blinked and closed her eyes.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Usually, he didn’t. But this dream, this particular one that was different than the others, pushed him to open his mouth, to pour out everything that had been plaguing his mind restlessly. How she had died and then didn’t, and how the grief had consumed him despite its brief existence.
Because he was afraid. He didn’t know what he would do without her, didn’t know how he could live should he lose her, didn’t know how he could keep on standing when the thought of her dying somewhere that not one of them could reach gnawed on him from the inside out.
And she had listened to every word, had assured him that she was there and she was not leaving, had sat with him in their bed as they talked, had took his hand and place it against her chest where he could feel her heart beating and assured him that it was just a dream.
“Hold me.”
It had been his request and she had nodded without question as both assumed their place under the covers once more. Like this, he couldn’t really smell the scent that came from her loose platinum blonde hair, but he felt secured with her arm over his body, he felt safe by clutching her hand against his chest as she pressed her body against his back.
He felt her lips—plump and soft and warm, against the nape of his neck as she kissed him there.
“Don’t worry, I’m here.”
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true--north · 2 years
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This Forest that stands in the farthest North an ordinary human can reach, is a place of the ancient magic of Nature, where the world remains as it was at the very beginning, where the borderline between the worlds of Spirits and People is thin. I am It's Guardian and It's Spirit, and It's trees and herbs left a mark on my heart, It's animals and people became my loved ones. I am a part of the Forest, and the Forest is a part of me. We speak the same language and my power flows freely as the North Wind, the breath of these harsh lands.
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devilmademewriteit · 1 year
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Pretty When You Cry
part 2 of Dark But Just A Game
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pairing: (pre-ellie) joel miller x afab!fem!reader
summary: after getting a taste of dad’s associate, Joel Miller, facedown on a desk, you can’t seem to stay away. despite his best efforts, he can’t seem to, either.
warnings: rough sex/smut (fingering, fem penetration, unprotected sex) so 18+ only content; fem afab reader; mentions of reader having long-ish hair; alcohol consumption; pet names (sweetheart, angel, baby); dubcon (slight intoxication, power imbalance); age gap; dbf!Joel.
beta reader: @millllenniawrites aka bestie4lifie
word count: 4.7k
no use of y/n in this fic
Click to read part 1: Dark But Just a Game
Click to read part 3: Let Me Love You Like a Woman
ok y’all here she is!! thank you thank you for the reblogs on part 1! this piece and the last were slightly inspired by the dbf!joel miller drabbles by @anchoeritic, which you can read here. once again, love hearing your feedback, negative and positive, & my requests are always open<3
-em<333
It had been months since you’d last seen him.
Joel and Tess had a tendency of disappearing for weeks on end, taking the riskier smuggling jobs that nobody else dared to. How they managed to fly under FEDRA’s radar time and time again remained a mystery to all. The pair had to be extremely well connected on both ends of the spectrum.
It was easy to pretend that nothing had changed. He’d left without a word the morning after the party, taking Tess and a great deal of your father’s ammo along with him. It’s not like you’d expected a warning, much less a goodbye, but his departure still felt so sudden, so pointed. The next day, all he’d left you with was a constellation of light bruises between your thighs and a small, white pill in a dime bag tucked under your bedroom door.
So you went on with your life, only allowing your thoughts to wander in his direction when you’d had too much to drink or whenever you heard the word ‘sweetheart.’
Then, this morning—rubbing sleep from your eyes, you’d stumbled down to the main floor in a scant excuse for pajamas, failing to register the multitude of voices at the base of the stairs in your half-awake state.
And there he was, his spread legs taking up half of the shabby couch, one arm draped casually over the back, his other relaxed at his side. A deer in headlights, you screeched to a stop as soon as you were conscious enough to recognize him, frozen in his gaze as he briefly took you in—one hand shifting subtly to pull at the fabric of his jeans. Then, he looked away, his features hardening into a mask of nonchalance and indifference.
No acknowledgment, no greeting, no nothing.
Great. Things were back to how they’d been before he’d fucked you dumb on a wooden desk.
Scampering back up the stairs, you sealed yourself back into your bedroom, doing your very best to ignore the heat building between your legs.
A heat that only Joel-Fucking-Miller could entice from you.
Leaning your forehead against the door, you kicked yourself mentally for running away from the (non)interaction like a scared little kid. Where had that bygone, unchecked confidence gone? Where was that fearless playfulness you’d so often used against him?
Fine. If Joel wanted to pretend that nothing had happened between you two, he was leaving you with two options.
The first was to ignore him back.
No, you decided. That would be exactly what he’d want of you—what he’d expect of you.
To make things easy for him.
Conveniently, your second option was to make things really, really hard for him. To make it impossible for him to ignore you.
Good thing you were exceptionally well versed in what made Joel Miller incapable of disregarding you. Getting him to snap was practically your specialty, your carefully crafted home-made method.
After all, your incessant teasing had gotten you facedown on a table before, maybe it could get you on your back this time.
Smiling mischievously, you felt your old confidence soar back to its former standing.
“What could possibly be more fun than watching a building explode?”
Emma punctuates her tone with incredulity like a needle passing through silk—she was always doing a poor job of managing her attitude when it came to peer-pressuring you.
“C’mon, you know I can’t leave the boss here with all these people,” you lie effortlessly. Of course, you could leave. Hell, your dad probably would’ve preferred it that way. There weren’t many parents who enjoyed or encouraged the presence of their child while they were—oh, just committing criminal offenses—and your father was no exception.
Under normal circumstances, gallivanting around the moonlit city with Emma would’ve been your bread and butter, especially when she had intel on a firefly operation that would be (she hoped) culminating in a few explosions and a ton of rounds fired. But it wasn’t every night that your old man hosted a soirée for the best bandits in the city to congregate, getting them to drink shit liquor and make shit deals.
And Joel Miller was in your home, drinking the strong stuff and actively avoiding you.
So, these were not normal circumstances.
“That’s so lame,” she whines, brow furrowing in anguish as she mourns her mission.
Guilty eyes to the floor, you toss her a placating smile, thankful for her poor observation skills. Despite being raised in a family of highly successful criminals, Emma seriously lacked in the whole ‘perception’ department.
As it happened, you were just about ready to give up on your own mission. Despite going bra-less in the tightest top you owned and wearing the most ass-hugging jeans you could find, Joel hadn’t spared a mere glance in your direction all night.
In fact, you hadn’t even seen the guy. He’d been M.I.A. all night.
Frustrated, you decide to play your final card. Joel Millers aside, it was a fun card to play, even if you ended up losing the game.
Someone was going to have their hands on you tonight.
Scanning the bustling room of criminals, worn-in faces and worn-out hands gliding across your field of vision, your gaze lands on an unfamiliar young man. Tall, blonde-ish, lanky—looks like a toy still in its box, begging to be taken out and played with.
Perfect.
“Give me an hour,” you murmur urgently, catching Emma’s wayward attention, “no questions asked, and I’ll watch the damn shoot out with you, sparky.”
She looks at you, a bewildered smile creeping onto her expression. “But I thought—you just said—”
“Without asking any questions, Em.”
She puts her hands up in mock surrender and backs away, subsequently tapping her wrist and mouthing ‘one hour.’
Straightening yourself out, you ease your way toward your target, landing in the unoccupied space between the young man and the out-of-commission fireplace. He eyes you up before quickly looking away.
Nervous. Good.
“He waters down the drinks, y’know.”
Looking up at him through your eyelashes, the stranger returns your attempt at conversation with a puzzled glance. Jerking your chin, you gesture to his cup, full of a light-brown liquid that was once a spiced rum or a bourbon, now a glass of water barely seasoned with dark liquor.
“Saves the good stuff to repackage and resell to soldiers. His crime co-conspirators get stuck with the weak shit.”
You keep your tone casual, half focussed on the art of flirtation, half eyeing the room for a pair of angry, dark eyes. The boy sizes you up, nodding with sudden respect and understanding.
“You’re the boss’s daughter.”
You smile half-heartedly, a twisted part of you enjoying the look of amazement on his face. “Guilty,” you respond, shrugging sheepishly. Angling your body towards him, you flash him your most exquisite expression of interest.
“Meet him, yet?” You ask, curious to hear his thoughts. After all, your old man never failed to make an impression—nine times out of ten, it was an extremely negative one.
He shakes his head, explaining, “I only know about him ‘cause I’m here running my first job for him.”
“Interesting. And you are…?”
He stares down into his cup.
“Just passing through,” he answers quietly.
“Just-Passing-Through—what an interesting name!” You tease, hand landing gently on his bicep. “Is it foreign?”
The stranger snorts. Eyes darting across the space, you scan the room again for Joel, giggling artificially with the stranger.
“So,” He gestures awkwardly to the dusty, yellowing, crowded room. “You live here?”
You nod, gazing intently into his hazel eyes. The boy’s cute, there’s no denying it, and a tiny voice in your head tells you to forget about Miller, to actually try with this guy and experience something normal, something simple for a change.
But it is a tiny voice, and quickly, another louder, deeper and richer one reemerges to dominate over the softer echoes in your head. “I like needy” “you think of me when you’re touchin’ this pretty pussy?” “Takin’ it so good, pretty girl—”
The pair of bandits in front of you inadvertently shuffle a few feet to the left, clearing a direct path, right down the center of the room. You’re graced with an illuminating glimpse through the disorderly crowd.
He’s leaning against the old gas stove, burly arms crossed over his chest, apparently deep in conversation with your father. Shit. He looks so fucking fine in that dark t-shirt; your breath catches slightly as you trail your gaze up to his face, remembering the way his soft stubble felt against your neck, the way those hands felt on your tits, your ass, your waist, buried inside you…
Cool it, you scold yourself. We’ve still got work to do.
“You like music?” You ask abruptly, returning your attention to the lanky boy at your side.
Taken aback, he rubs the back of his neck, replying, “Uhh, I guess?”
“Great.” Plucking his cup from his grasp and placing it above the fireplace, you hold out your hands to him. He smiles a soft, sweet, shy smile—excitement burgeoning in his timid eyes—and links his fingers with yours.
Pulling the stranger across the room, you briefly lock eyes with Emma, whose mouth gapes open as she relays her classic what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you-and-also-you’re-my-hero expression, which you return with your own specialty, an I-don’t-know-how-we-got-here-but-here-we-are shrug. You make a point not to look in Joel’s direction, giggling affectionately as you climb the stairs with your gaze fixed on the boy’s. It was better if he thought you were doing this because you wanted to and not just to make him jealous.
So what if it was a petty game to play? Games had won you Joel the first time. They could sure as hell win you him again.
Your door creaks on its hinges as you press your free hand to it, the occupied one still interlaced between gentle, long fingers. Guiding the boy into the room, you make a conscious choice to leave the door ajar. Sure, it felt riskier (and that alone was enough to entice you), but it also seemed more natural—something a stupid, horny youngster would do.
The stranger stands self-consciously in the middle of your room, taking in the unmade bed, the faded, distressed curtains, and the old cassette player on your dresser. Shuffling over, you hit play, and Jimi Hendrix’s skilled fingers work their magic over the ancient speakers.
Spinning around to face him, you lean back casually against the hard, wooden edge of the dresser.
“You know it?” You ask, voice infused with seduction, intrigue, and mystery—all those things that men seemed to enjoy.
He frowns in concentration. “Heard it, probably couldn’t name it.”
“Can’t name Hendrix?” You gasp, feigning offense with a hand over your heart. He shrugs shyly, smiling down at his feet.
He really was sweet. Something extremely gentle dominated his disposition, something that pulled you in and asked you not to leave. He’d watch meteor showers with you and lend you his jacket if you shivered within a 10-mile radius of him. He’d ask, “is this okay?” before laying you down and making sweet love to you—missionary, of course, so he could look into your eyes and steal soft moans from your mouth with passionate kisses. Hell, he’d probably get straight for you, ditch the fast life, build a nursery and raise babies with you.
You fling out your hand, daring him to take it. Hesitantly, he moves to grasp your fingers in his, looking down to search your softened stare.
“You’re pretty fearless, huh?” He strokes your index affectionately with his thumb.
Chuckling under your breath, you lift a curious hand to trace his cheekbone. “I know what I want,” you reply in a partly seductive, partly earnest whisper. He ducks his head, and you rise onto your tippy toes to press your lips to his, butterflies dancing in your stomach.
“M’I interrupting somethin’?” A deep voice booms from the doorway.
The stranger swings around, revealing one half-annoyed, half-amused Joel Miller, arms crossed, leaning informally against the frame. Your heart lurches in your chest, drumming hard and fast. Stifling the reaction, you fix your eyes unabashedly onto his, recognizing the unchecked danger roaming his gaze.
Oh, fuck.
“Joel.” You acknowledge him coolly. “Nice to have you back.”
He ignores your reproachful taunt and the pointed tone you deliver it in, breaking away from your glare. The tense, tall form next to you shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
Joel draws an understated smirk, drinking in the effect of his presence. “You’re needed downstairs.”
You raise an interrogative eyebrow at him. “For what?”
“Not you, sweetheart,” Joel condescends. “Him.”
You gape at him, gaze darting between the two men, not comprehending a damn thing.
“Oh!” The boy lunges forward, extending a gangly hand toward Joel. “You must be the boss, then, yeah?” He gestures back to you. “Told her earlier I was startin’ out with you tonight. Thanks a lot for the opportunity, man, really—” he rambles.
Joel shows no signs of acknowledgment aside from an inconspicuous twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you snort involuntarily—defensively—as over-correction corrupts your tone, gushing, “Joel is not my dad.”
Subtle amusement flashes across Miller’s expression.
“Oh,” the boy responds, hands dropping to his sides in embarrassment.
Joel clears his throat, interrupting the brief interlude of painfully awkward muteness. You think a silent thank you to Jimi Hendrix’s guitar for making the moment a tad less excruciating. “Down the stairs and to the left,” Miller instructs. “They’re waitin’ on you.”
The stranger nods. Shuffling towards the door, he spins on his heels, relaying to you a sheepish wave, mumbling out a hopeful “see you around.”
He leaves. The din from the main floor and the music from the speakers punctuates your tense stand-off with Joel Miller as genuine annoyance clouds your thoughts.
You simmer speechlessly.
“Good song,” he mentions off-hand. Stifling a scoff at the nonchalance, the cockyness, and the sheer casualness of his demeanour, your annoyance swells.
“You’re needed downstairs.” You mock his deep voice, throwing up air quotes to drive the derision home. “Really, Miller? That’s the best you could come up with?”
A shrug.
“S’true, sweetheart. Go n’ see for yourself if you want.”
“Bullshit.”
Again, he shrugs, eyeing you up hungrily, visibly entertained by your flustered state.
“Y’know, Joel, I actually liked this one,” you mutter coolly, realizing the genuine truth of the sentiment as the words roll off your tongue.
“You could do better.”
Huffing a quick breath, you cross your arms and roll your eyes dramatically.
Joel bathes in your ire for only a moment before pushing off the frame and shutting the cracked, dilapidated door behind his back. A familiar tingling spreads through your core, mounting to a buzz as he closes the distance between you. He weaves a hand behind your back—there’s a click, and then the music’s stopped.
“So, that’s it?“ You challenge, Joel’s proximity doing a number on your nervous system. “Just gonna keep ignoring me til’ I’ve got my eyes on someone else?”
Tone both sincere and playful, he rumbles, “jus’ cause I can’t have you, angel, doesn’ mean some other jerk-off gets to.”
Damn it. Damn it right to hell.
Joel’s downright possessiveness makes you weak in the knees, ringing in your ears like a bible hymn. The ridges and valleys of words spell out come home; you think a silent prayer to God, begging him for the strength to resist them. But Joel’s magnetism beckons you towards sin, and no God stands a chance against the unholy look in those darkening eyes.
It serves no use, fighting against it. You craved Joel like a smoker craves nicotine—and you’d risk it all for one more fix.
You needed the man to cave.
“You can have me, Joel.”
A dangerous smile teases his lips. Then, he ducks his head, slowly shaking it side to side.
“Trust me, angel—you don’t want that.”
A huff. “Yes, I do,” you insist.
“You want me to fuck you, that’s it,” voice deepening a near-octave, he straightens to tower over you. “‘Cause if I actually had you…?” He whistles under his breath as the sentence trails off.
A hand cups your face, one wanton finger absentmindedly tracing your cheekbone.
“I’m not a good man, sweetheart.”
Determination courses through your blood as his warning sets your nerves alight. You grasp his thick wrist, turning to place a soft kiss on the skin of his palm. His shadowed eyes lock onto yours, drinking in the sight of your lips dragging across his hand.
“Well,” you purr, seizing what you recognize as the perfect opportunity, “I’m not a ‘good girl,’ either.”
“And I never asked for good, Miller.”
A moment passes—only Joel’s breath, your heartbeat, and the echoes of your invitation disrupt the heavy silence.
And temptation wins him over, once again.
A powerful arm snakes around your back, spinning you around easily. The backs of your knees hit the edge of your mattress, and before you know it, Joel’s pushing your waist down roughly, settling himself between your legs as he looms over your body.
“Y’know,” he muses darkly, eyes wild with lust. “You got some serious fuckin’ daddy issues.”
He undoes the button of your jeans, grabbing the denim at the waist and yanking it unceremoniously over your hips, your ass, and halfway down your thighs. Without wasting a second, he pushes your dampened panties to the side, easing a thick finger between your dripping folds.
“Remind me to thank your old man for that.”
He groans with approval at your wetness, your readiness for him. Crying out “Joel!” in surprise and pleasure, you dig your fingernails into his forearm.
“Fuck, angel,” he breathes softly, watching his digit pumping in and out of you, “Jus’ can’t bring myself to let anyone else touch you like this.” He palms himself through his jeans to relieve some of the building arousal.
“Wanna be the only man this needy lil’ pussy comes for.”
It’s not enough. Tears leak from your eyes and your knuckles go white as you squirm on the unmade sheets—Joel’s touch fills you with ecstasy, but it’s still not enough.
“Joel—” you whine, fighting to prop yourself up on your elbows, forcing yourself to meet his lust-filled gaze before wandering first to the sight of his fingers fucking you, then to the bulge in his pants.
You need more of him.
“I know, sweetheart,” he coos, following your line of vision. ”But I’ll split you right open f’I don’t warm you up first.”
When he slips another finger between your walls, your back collapses against the mattress. Mewls and whimpers tumble from your lips—male satisfaction darkens Joel’s complexion with every moan you give him.
“Know what I thought about, away on the job?” His fingers alternate between curling roughly inside your cunt and rubbing your own slick against your swollen bud. “Thought aaalll about this pretty fuckin’ pussy, takin’ my cock from behind.”
“Pictured it when I used my hand.”
Mouth frozen in a silent “ah,” you look into his hungry, heavy eyes and the grey-speckled hair falling into them.
“Yeah?” You manage, voice involuntarily sliding up an octave.
He cups your cheek and nods.
Your eyebrows knit together in euphoria as his talk and his tantalizing fingers bring you right up to the edge of your climax.
And then Joel’s abruptly pulling his fingers out, leaving you gasping for air on the damn brink of bliss. He drags your jeans and underwear towards your ankles, tearing them from your body and tossing them carelessly onto the bed.
“You take that pill I left you?”
You nod enthusiastically, watching intently as Joel’s wet, wide fingers work impatiently at his buckle. “S’good, baby.” He pulls his own denim over his hips, smirking arrogantly as amazement crosses your expression. You’d forgotten how big he was. “‘Cause I’m gonna need you to take it again.”
It feels like the first time all over again, watching his heavy length bob up and down in front of you. You wonder what he tastes like.
Before you can find out, he’s yanked your legs over his hips, leaning forward to guide the tip of his manhood between your aching folds and teasing you with the dark head of his cock.
You’re moaning a soft “feels s’good, Joel” when he pushes himself entirely inside you, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips as the curve of his cock grazes that spot inside you—as he bottoms out completely. He releases a low groan; it sounds like angels sighing.
Needing to see more of you, he bunches your shirt above your breasts. “Look at you, baby,” He palms one roughly, teasing and pinching the nipple as his thighs snap against your ass, the torturous combination bringing you closer and closer to oblivion.
“S’fuckin’ pretty with your tits bouncin’ for me.”
Lost in his eyes, expression frozen in ecstasy, you anchor your nails into his forearms, responding to his thrusts by grinding your hips against his.
“Fuckin hell, sweetheart.”
Joel’s eyebrows knit together as he gives you every inch of himself without holding back; your body responds to him—muscles quiver uncontrollably, cunt squeezes devotedly around his cock. The only word you seem to remember is ‘Joel.’
“Squirmin’ like crazy, baby,” he mumbles. “Been waitin’ for me?” His harsh, rhythmic strokes fuck you mute—but that was never an excuse with Joel. A calloused hand circles your gasping throat, pressing softly against your windpipe in an unmistakeable command.
“Words, angel.” Possessiveness underpins his husky demand. “Anyone else fuck you while I was gone?”
You meet his shadowed eyes, gaze hazy with pleasure. “N-no, Joel.”
He groans with approval.
“Fuckin’ right. That’s my girl.”
Your breath quickens as your clit begins to twitch, release simmering between your hips. “Oh god, Joel, I-I can’t—”
When he ducks his head into your neck, the scent of sandalwood soap mingling with his sweat overwhelms you with need; Joel’s teeth nip at your skin affectionately, beard brushing your collarbone as his thumb finds its way to your throbbing bud.
“Ohmygod—Joel, Joel, Joel—” uttering his name in worship, you reach your climax the second his finger presses into your clit—toes curling inside your socks, fingernails digging into the soft cotton of his t-shirt.
“That’s it, good girl,” he praises, growing harder and harder as his name tumbles from your lips, punctuating the rhythmic sound of his broad thighs slapping against your skin. “Jus like your lil’ pussy.” His hands move to your waist, squeezing your hips between his calloused hands as he bounces you up and down his pulsing cock.
“Fuckin’ young n’ needy.”
As he fucks you through your orgasm, you feel Joel working another one out of you. Wanton whines and moans escape your throat. Catching glimpses of his broad, towering form over you only makes the fluttering more intense—meeting his wild eyes only brings the simmering heat inside you to a downright boil.
“Please—come inside me—want it so bad—Joel—”
“Keep fuckin’ quiet,” He growls. “Tryna make your poor fuckin’ dad hear you beggin’ for my cum?”
Joel loved fucking you like this.
He loved fucking you with only a shitty, thin door separating your naked, eager body from all the blissfully ignorant assholes he worked with. He loved watching you writhe pathetically under his weight, cunt wrapped around him so desperately.
Made him feel like a man.
“Gonna give me another one?” He goads, voice straining slightly as his own release builds fast between his thighs. “C’mon, baby, wanna feel this pussy comin’ on my cock—js’one more, sweetheart, that’s right—”
His breathing turns shallow as his words tumble out; your eyes roll to the skies as he takes you there again, your near-sobs of “thank you thank you thank you” stifled just in time by the rush of his hand to your lips. Cradling your head, he pulls you into his shoulder and buries himself impossibly deep inside your cunt. You distantly register his muffled “shit—s’fucking good, baby” as his seed soaks your walls. Joel pushes his cum right into your guts with a couple of final, decelerating strokes.
Head still cradled in his neck, stars dance before your eyes. Joel’s chest heaves with every breath he takes, and his exhalations tickle the top vertebrae of your spine. You let your heartbeats settle together, frozen in place as he slowly softens inside you.
Finally, he pulls out with a gentle groan.
“Gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.”
You slump onto the mattress, a cocktail of his cum and your slick leaking out of your pussy, still unable to string along a cohesive sentence.
Softly smiling, he adds under his breath, “Be at the wrong end of every conman and criminal’s rifle f’anyone ever found out about this.”
You prop yourself up on trembling elbows, watching Joel pull his jeans back up over his hips.
“I guess we’ll just have to run away together,” you hum, half-joking, half-serious. “You can teach me how to be a big-bad-smuggler.”
He chuckles, the rumble in his chest blanketing your still-pulsing body with an unfamiliar warmth.
“Yeah, you’d sure like that, huh?” His eyes dance with playfulness, a rare vision of Joel Miller. It suits him. “Wouldn’t last a damn day with you teasin’ me on the job.” He kneels down, finding your underwear and slipping it onto your ankles, wriggling it up your calves—a practiced movement, like something he’d done a million times before. “M’not sure you’d be too crazy about the clickers—though sick n’ decaying does seem to be your type.”
You giggle, lightly slapping his firm shoulder as he bends over you, pulling your damp panties up. His fingers smooth the distressed fabric delicately, lingering on the skin of your hip for a brief, cherishing touch. Silence settles between you as Joel’s thumb strokes your hip absentmindedly. Glasses clink and laughter erupts downstairs.
Brusquely, he clears his throat and straightens up, a hard mask of apathy descending on his features once again.
“Clean yourself up, alright?” He smooths his hair back, heading for the door.
“Joel.”
He knows the meaning behind your tone before you do.
It’s not that there’s anything, in particular, you need him to hear—you just don’t want him to leave.
Not yet. Not now.
Hand on the doorknob, his looming form stills.
“You should…” he begins, eyes glued to the door, throat constricting around his words. “You should go out with that guy. From earlier. Be good for you to see someone your age, y’know.”
“Well, I don’t want that guy,” you respond, sitting up on the mattress, fixing your stare on his back. “Do you really need me to say it, Miller? I don’t care how old you are, or that you’re friends with my dad, or how many people you’ve wasted,” you ramble, the taste of exasperation and agitation building on your tongue. “Hell, I wouldn’t even care if you were fuckin’ infected. I like you.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyebrows furrowing together in frustration.
“Well, don’t.”
He exhales, shaking his head with frustration.
“Shouldn’t’ve let this happen again. Made a damn mess of things by fuckin’ you.”
For some extremely unwelcome reason, his words bite like hell. You’d borne your soul to him, been vulnerable with him, had him inside you twice now, and all he viewed you as was a regret. Crestfallen, tears stinging your eyes, you roll onto your side, facing away from him, still half-dressed. You don’t have the capacity to care about how pitiful a sight it is, only wanting the man to leave you to tend to your wounds in peace.
But, of course, he doesn’t.
He won’t.
That hand just can’t seem to twist that fuckin’ knob. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he mutters. “Okay.”
Something like hope begins to bloom in your chest as you hear the concession leaking from his words. You try to beat it down, focussed on the cracks and divots in the wall facing your tear-lined eyes.
“Tess is gone for the week—job outside the Zone.” Despite the tortured strain in his voice, it tastes of desire. “Place’ll be empty. Jus’ don’t let anyone see you.”
With that, he wrenches the door open; a brief swell of noise floods the room before he seals you back in. Still curled up into yourself, the beginnings of a smile etch their way onto your lips. You turn into your pillow, grinning into the linen, unable to contain it.
Victory.
Joel Miller was a hard man. Of that, you were certain. absolutely certain.
But you were also certain that he was soft on you.
And that felt like winning.
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sstrwbrryccke · 3 months
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— bullying him | sub choi soobin
part 2 | part 3
tags: mean reader, bullying, dacryphilia, perv soobin, humiliation, public fondling??, somewhat nonconsensual
yes this is the third time im reposting this drabble because i accidentally deleted it three times 💀
another hard thought because i can’t stop thinking about a school au where you bully the studious and nerdy soobin!! its just sooo unlucky for him to sit right next to you, where you torment him almost daily. he keeps his gaze down on his book as you shove him against the locker (high school tv show style).
he spends most of the time quiet, never retorting back to you. It was almost irritating to you and your bully friends at a certain point because he almost never reacted to your taunts. just his bunny eyes occasionally making eye contact with you before he quickly lowers his gaze. what did it take to break this guy? your friends egg you on to increase the intensity, and you started to seek him out intentionally.
just as lunch break started, when all the students have left the classrooms, he was putting back his books into his locker. you walk up to him, making sure the vicinity was empty before you push him against the locker like always. but this time you kept going, trapping him in-between your arms and berating him about anything from his clothes to his hairstyle. he doesn’t respond once again, but with the close proximity you can see the blush on his cheeks, and when you looked down, you saw his thighs clenched tightly together.
oh… so that’s what was happening all this time? you feel a grin coming up as you shove your leg in-between his, exposing his hard-on. this time he does react, sputtering out panicked sentences and trying to hide himself. you found his weakness, and it was you. this newfound power spurs you on and you lean into his ear, whispering how much of a pervert he was to get off on getting tormented, how you could feel how hard his small cock was against your knee. he was petrified, not only was his secret exposed, but it was exposed to his biggest bully nevertheless. the worst part? he was getting harder.
you could tell he was a virgin with the way he swallowed his spit, eyes tearing up in embarrassment and body frozen in place from sheer humiliation. it only takes a little knee grinding and degradation in his ear to get him close. but that wasnt enough for you, you wanted to see him cry. so you whisper in his ear again, ordering him to jerk himself off in his pants. his breath hitches, gaze low as he takes a moment of consideration, and to your surprise, he obeys, shaky hand coming down to feel himself through his pants as he shyly tries to get himself off. tears fall from his eyes in humiliation and it was a few excruciating seconds. you finally decide to be nice and help him, your hand sticking down his pants to grasp at his cock sticky with precum. just the contact itself made him come into his pants, in the high school hallway. his eyes streaming with tears. before you know it, he quickly pushes you away and runs off to the bathroom.
and you found him, cute. really really fucking cute. the type of person you wanted to dominate and play with until he cried. so after school, you trap him again, though this time it wasn’t really trapping. because he willingly stopped for you, his gaze still low as you told him to follow you home. he obeyed, hands jittery and sweaty. when you get to your family’s rather well off house, you lead him to your bedroom, where he nervously asked you if you were going to do that again. and you grinned, asking if he was hoping for something. he stuttered again as you chuckle, before he meekly admitted yeah, he was. you feel your need to ravish this guy skyrocket and you push him onto your bed, roughly kissing him.
good thing tomorrow is a saturday, huh?
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The idea of the handmaiden being shorter than the harbingers (like she's 5’0 ft) gets me going since they could easily lift her if they wanted to while having a rather rough lovemaking session.
Might have already sent this though, if I did then I'm sorry but my brain is failing to remember properly.
— THE HANDMAIDEN. PT2.
In the frozen land where the outcasts belong and the peculiar is home, tomorrow is never promised. Intertwined your fate with the harbingers might be, it’s in your best interest to remember: the cold swallows the weak and Snezhnaya knows no tears.
★☆ ! f!reader. part / installation of these drabbles. size kink as was stated in the ask. unprotected. not proofread. warnings for each character are as follows (lmk if i missed anything, it’s almost 2 AM here, my mind is foggy):
pierro — undertones of manhandling.
capitano — mentions of finger-fucking && foreplay. dacryphilia.
dottore — exhibitionism. voyeurism. he lets his other segments do you. creampie. undertones of overstimming just to be sure.
pantalone — rough sex.
tartaglia — foul legacy form. he’s sooo leaky.
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PIERRO !
who would’ve thought that there’s a hidden gem in the throng of servants in the palace? the fascination pierro has for you seems to go on unceasing. it is why he keeps you close. apart from your obedience, there’s one more charming thing about you that utterly has him bound and enthralled: you are small.
yes— small. he can control you in anyway he wants. flip you to his satisfaction, drive you mad with his brawn, and fuck you so deeply it will leave you mousy for weeks from the memory. sometimes he fears of breaking you, especially when he gives your little pussy such a fervid pounding that renders you shivering. you tell him it’s alright, i can take it: words that seem to drive him mad that he fixes you on his lap, holding your waist while watching your pussy sucking only his fat crown. impatient, he would dig his nails to your flesh, releasing a gutted moan as he slams you down and fills you with his hard shaft. all virility and nothing less than that.
CAPITANO !
despite not divulging the reason for his lusting after you, capitano thinks that it’s clear as crystal to anyone who possesses good eyesight. the equation is simple: he’s huge and you’re small. aside from the surge of adrenaline it pumps into his veins, the sight of you in bed is one he finds hard to forget.
capitano makes certain that your cunt is drooling before ramming his cock in you. call it safety measures, because it is. despite his infamous nature, he wouldn’t deliberately hurt you if he can help it. however, he sees your wet cunt with white trails of arousal dripping from the hole, and he’d drive himself in with force that takes away a little bit of his sanity. and yet, after all the preparation of finger-fucking, his cock remains a tight fit. your hole gapes around his veiny shaft, utterly small and struggling and fluttering. he releases a grunt, then, pitching his hips slowly despite the physical ache it causes. and even with the measured thrusts, he finds you trembling and crying from being filled to the brim.
DOTTORE !
dottore is a keen observant. and perhaps that is an innate nature that shapes who he is today. there are things that he realizes only after thorough scrutiny. and one of his favored thing— or person— to observe is you. he has been aware of how small you are ever since you’ve started to stand meekly beside him, hoping to get a good look on his experiments while trying your hardest not to be a nuisance. it’s such a foolish little thought: one that has managed to slip through the piles of ideas inside his brain and one he’s more than willing to carry out for the sake of his curiosity.
it has taken him only a few tweaks to use the clones fit to accomplish the experiment. this particular study gives no relevance to his existing ones, and yet it has brought him great pleasure to see you fucked out and senseless by his segments lining up to shove their cocks in you. dottore overlooks the whole experiment, rejoicing at the sight of your puffy cunt expanding based on whose cock and how large said cock is while fucking and abusing your walls. you look so good on his table with your pussy leaking from too much cum jammed inside it. the loads of his segments are an unstoppable current, thick in consistency and languid in motion while running down from the table. an experiment of self-indulgence— one that will keep him awake and one he will continue observing.
PANTALONE !
he likes to measure things. especially the mora that flows in his hundred bank accounts and in snezhnaya. for a man as ambitious as pantalone, seeing the actual size of something gives his ego another shove. he’s probably not the only one who have seen it, as it is palpable whenever he observes how the other harbingers look at you. the difference in your height is one that is not hard to miss— and most certainly the reason that drives him in a frenzy whenever he fucks you stupid.
pantalone grows a habit of pushing the back of your weakened thighs to display your pretty little cunt. before fucking you senseless, he’d press his cock just above your pussy lips, as if measuring how deep he’d go once he’s sheathed inside. he has the image tattooed on his brain, and yet he couldn’t seem to get enough of its sight. you can say it boosts his pride, fucking you with his sheer length, watching the pulsing veins around his shaft shape their thickness on your plumped pussy. until he’s out of order, going ballistic with lust. he fucks you with a need of one deprived man, savaging you to the point of surrender. because as much as he loves the sight, he loves how you cling to him and rake your nails from his back to his buttocks more. you love it as much as he does. and there is no denying, especially when you lock your legs around his body, securing that his cum would go straight to your perfect cunt and nowhere else.
TARTAGLIA !
tartaglia has nothing but adoration whenever you wallow in his wildest fantasies. which sometimes makes him think that it is due to your work as a handmaiden in the palace. although he has not heard any objection from you, this particular fantasy he’s been concealing for so long planted doubt on his mind. and so his joy had been immeasurable after obtaining your approval.
he was not wrong, though. it is truly a magnificent sight. tartaglia finds it fascinating how your pussy seems only slightly bigger than the crown of his cock in his current form. you can barely take him in: pussy hole stretched and gaping around his tip. the pre-ejaculate he’s squirting since earlier seems almost enough to pump your womb swollen. for a second he fears that his cock wouldn’t go in, debating whether he should change back on his human form instead. but you have urged him to go on— giving him full consent to ram his whole length in you. with patient thrusts he did— or at least tried to do so— until he couldn’t endure it any longer and pistoled his hips between your thighs, penetrating your cunt to the root and pumping thick loads that looks exactly like pre-cum. you have a long night ahead of you, it seems.
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Chocolates vs Aliens
Eddie/Venom x Pregnant!Fem!Reader
TW/CW: Fluff, details of pregnancy , childbirth mentions. Venom loves babies! This! Is! A hill! I will die on!
A/N: The winners of the poll! I'll do the Moon Boys next! Also okay its not a drabble but enjoy this hot word vomit asdfghjkl idk should I make a part 2??
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"SHE IS OUT OF CHOCOLATE?!" Venom's voice boomed inside his head.
"Relax, buddy, we can hit up the 7/11 down the street." Eddie scoffed, adjusting his wireless earbud. Thankfully it looked like he was on the phone, so he could talk freely to Venom without anyone thinking he was insane.
And well, he kind of was, a tiny bit.
Just a tad...
"BUT I CAN SMELL IT!" The symbiote whined childishly as Eddie scooped the frozen egg rolls into the wiry basket looped over his arms.
"Yeah yeah, I know. Mrs Chen could have eaten the last one, Vee. Just chill. How about some chocolate ice cream?" Eddie grinned at the pun.
"No! We always get brain freezes!" He entity huffed.
"Because you scarf down the whole tub in one go." Eddie chuckled.
Venom grumbled again, and a tendril snaked out from beneath Eddie's sweater and dropped a box of brownie mix into the basket. "Fine. I can settle with these."
"Whatever you say, love, but you're helping me bake the shit." The man shrugged in reply as he remembered to grab a carton of milk. He'd need some eggs, too... Well, at least his landlord let him move the chicken coop to the roof in exchange for some free eggs.
Those chickens were fat and spoiled, and Venom loved the little critters dearly, which Eddie always found humorous. Now, whenever Eddie made the joke of turning them into KFC, Venom would be aghast and headbutt him, citing that Sonny and Cher were his "babies".
He'd been talking like that a lot lately, Eddie realized. Venom apparently had a paternal streak in him. Eddie noticed that as well when Venom would find homeless kids or runaways, helping them and trying to seem as non-threatening as possible, even going as far as to change his fangs so they were blunt. (One of the kids assured him that was far creepier than the monster fangs, which made Eddie nearly keel over in laughter...)
"Deal." Venom purred happily, the tendril receding back to slip beneath Eddie's shirt and wrap around him like a hug.
"Alright, alright." Eddie chuckled, grabbing an extra box just in case as he walked around the shelves, sparing a glance at his phone to check the time.
"Eddie." Venom's voice said.
"What?" Eddie lifted his gaze, feeling Venom's haste flood him and put him on alert.
His eyes trailed the store until he landed on the checkout counter, where you were sitting. Not Mrs Chen, but cute, innocent, blissful you.
You were happily munching on a chocolate bar, one of the very ones Venom wanted. It would seem you had claimed it, eating the sugary morsel happily.
"Oh." Eddie mumbled.
He felt it as Venom seized control of his legs suddenly, sending him forward in jerking motions until he practically ran into the counter, making you jump in surprise.
"Oh! Sorry!" He smiled awkwardly, a faint blush to his cheeks.
'Venom, quit it! I'll get you chocolate later!' He said mentally to the alien inhabiting his body.
"No, Eddie. Wait."
"I, ah... Got a bit sidetracked and tripped over my feet." He added.
You smiled at him, "Oh, god. Yeah, I feel you. Lately it's like dragging my heels through wet cement." You chuckled.
Huh. You were... God, you were cute. He could tell even Venom thought so. With your cute fluffy turtleneck and your hair all done, your cheeks nice and rosy from the blush you'd applied.
Which... brought up the question.
"I've never seen you 'round here before." Eddie commented. "Mrs Chen is usually the only person I see in here..."
"Oh! I'm new in town, I live just down and street and she saw my situation and offered me a part-time here. I have a work from home job and everything, but ugh, just staying cooped up inside is so boring!" You say the last part with a groan.
"Damn, would've been nice if she offered me that job a couple years ago." Eddie chuckled.
You giggled a bit at him and looked at his basket, "Is that all for ya, hon?"
"Oh, yeah!" Eddie said, carefully organizing the things onto the glass counter. His eyes flicked to the candy bar you were still steadily breaking pieces off of.
"Bit of a sweet tooth, huh?" He teased.
"Ugh, god... lately? Yes! The craving for it has been absolute hell." You sigh exhaustedly. "Almost everything in my apartment is chocolate flavored or scented now!"
"... Cravings?" Eddie echoed, raising a thick brow.
"Okay, I know what you're thinking and no. It's not "that time of the month" like your brain is probably saying." You snort.
Eddie watches as your hand trails down to your midsection and you pat your belly beneath the plush fabric of your sweater, where a gentle swell stood out a bit more prominently as you smooth the fabric taut over your stomach.
"I just have a certain little jellybean who thinks they can dictate what mama wants to eat all the time. And apparently, chocolate is what's on the menu for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And... in between." You chuckle.
"OH." Eddie and Venom thought in unison.
"That's why she smells like that!" Venom barked, realizing the underlying scent of chocolate on you was laced with something else. Hormones. He was picking up on those, too.
"Oh! Uh, congrats!" Eddie said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'm sure you and your, uh, partner are probably super happy, huh?"
"Oh, no, it's just me." You smiled with a hum, taking another little sweet square between your lips.
Eddie's brow furrowed. "What?"
"Okay, so I'm not gonna be rude, but I will explain." You snicker. You seemed infinitely patient and polite about the subject. Apparently this very thing must be a common occurrence with you, that random people must constantly ask this same question, and how tiring it surely must be to answer it again and again...
"No, I don't have a partner, husband, or anything. No daddy."
Eddie awkwardly pointed to your belly. "Then how did y'know... that get in there?"
Eddie controlled the flinch he wanted to make when Venom pinched him. "You did NOT just call her baby a THAT!"
"Yeah, yeah I know. But there's something everyone forgets, and that it doesn't always "take two to tango"." You smile at him again, ringing up his items with one hand, chocolate still clutched firmly in another.
"I decided that I wanted to be a mom. But I didn't want to just go out and get pregnant willy nilly. I have a good job, steady income. But I don't have time to date and there's always the concern that I'd be left a single parent if whoever I was with decided parenthood wasn't for them, y'know?"
Eddie nodded patiently as he and Venom listened to you with rapt attention.
"I went to a fertility clinic, did what the doctor said, then had my egg fertilized with a sperm donor. And then boom," You point to your belly. "Jellybean."
"Oh, that... Yeah okay I forget fertility clinics are a thing." Eddie laughed, shaking his head.
"Well I'm glad you're so open-minded about it!" You grin. "Most people judge me and go "oh your baby needs a father!" and the ever so classic "you don't even know who the father is?" line."
Eddie frowned, and he could tell even Venom was irritated on your behalf. "You don't need to have a partner or spouse to raise a baby. Seriously. What is this, the 1940s?"
"I knoooow!" You giggle again. "And besides! I can support me and my baby just fine, and I'm already happy and so far the pregnancy has been a breeze!"
Eddie could feel a tugging sensation from Venom. The symbiote was curious, and wanted to touch. But Eddie knew that was not only rude as hell, but to some people, socially unacceptable if you don't know the person or ask permission first.
"How uh, far along are you?"
"I just hit my second trimester." You chirp proudly, patting your belly. "The baby's tiny, but I'm finally showing, now."
"Ohhh." Eddie snapped his fingers. "Hence "jellybean", right?"
"Yes!" You laugh.
Eddie pulled out his card and swiped it to pay for the groceries. "It's a cute nickname. Have you thought of any names yet?"
Your brain did a record scratch, and Eddie could see the look on your face.
Nope. Not at all.
You hadn't thought of a damn one. Especially because you didn't know the sex of your baby yet.
"Uh...."
Eddie started snickering at your expression, "Ahhh. My bad." He shoots you a cocky grin, "If I can recommend a name, Eddie is a pretty strong one!"
"Weak." Venom mocked.
"Eddie?" You echo, blinking.
"Oh, don't listen to him, girl." Mrs Chen snorted as she walked up to you two, whacking Eddie with a rolled up newspaper. "This boy is nothing but trouble!"
Her words were jabbing, but not spoken without affection, so you could tell they had a history together.
"Ow! Hey!" Eddie pouted, rubbing the top of his head.
"Oh please, I'd need to shoot this out of a cannon to dent that hard head of yours!" She huffed with a smirk, crossing her arms.
She tilted her head and noticed the candy bar in your hand, and made the mental connection with Eddie and Venom. Riiiiiight. Venom needed chocolate. Mrs Chen tossed it to you when you started scrolling through your phone for door dash orders for chocolate cakes from local restaurants to sate your cravings.
"Oh, right. Sorry about your chocolate fix." Mrs Chen replied, her gum smacking softly. "Gave the lady one to help ease her stomach."
The flush to your cheeks made Eddie smile as you looked at the candy in your hand. "I'm sorry!" You sputtered.
"Hey, man, you got a baby in you. You can't exactly tell the little, uh.... eh. The little person they can't have it?" Eddie struggled. He wasn't sure how the whole cravings thing worked, honestly. Would you indeed cry if he didn't accept your offer? Would your baby get hungry? Was that a thing? He knew jack and shit about babies in general, man.
"Pff, moron."
'Parasite.'
"I AM NOT A PARASITE!"
"Oh, I know but uh..." You say, your eyelashes fluttering as you think, looking from Eddie to the bar in your hand. You decided to finish breaking off the pieces you were working on, and extend your hand giving the rest to Eddie. "Here! I'm good, if I need more I can nab some from the gas station down the street."
"Oh! Uh... I don't wanna, y'know. Take anything from you and your baby." Eddie said, waving his hands.
"Eddie, if you refuse to take it, she could cry." Mrs Chen teased. "You don't want to make a pregnant woman cry do you?"
Eddie's face was hilarious as panic started to bubble up within him as he looked from you, to your outstretched hand, to Mrs Chen, who stood as proud as can be at the chaos she had just sewn.
"Hey! I'm not that hormonal!" You retort to the older lady. But... you deflate a tiny bit. "...Okay, well not yet but still!"
Eddie was still going through the moral dilemma of accepting the kind gesture vs taking candy from a literal baby in somebody's womb.
Venom made the choice for him, extending our Eddie's hand and letting him take it.
"I, uh... Thanks." Eddie blabbered quickly.
"Now let's go home before you make an idiot out of us further." Venom cackled gleefully at the socially awkward situation.
Eddie grabbed the plastic bags and gave an awkward wave and a smile before skittering out of the store with his tail between his legs.
"Geez, he needs to get laid once in a while." Mrs Chen scoffed, going over to check inventory.
You barely had a moment to collect yourself, stopping before you laughed so hard you peed yourself.
That was the first time you and Eddie ever met. It would not be the last.
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Eddie shopped at Mrs Chen's place pretty regularly, her prices were easy on the wallet and she was close by to he and Venom's apartment.
You steadily built up a rapport with Eddie over the next two or three weeks. Venom was inexplicably drawn to you, wanting to constantly convince Eddie to touch your belly.
Eddie kept reminding him that it was frankly rude as shit to do that, and that hell, it would probably make you uncomfortable.
Not long after that, Eddie and Venom discovered--to Venom's utter glee--thay you lived in the same building, the apartment just above his. They found this out when Venom insisted on making sure you made it home after your shift at Mrs Chen's ended, knowing how vulnerable a pregnant lady looked to crooks and criminals.
Twice Venom caught and ate the brains of lowlifes who tried stalking you.
Venom, despite you not knowing of his existence, was fiercely protective of you. And... well he liked you. They liked you.
Eddie hated how quickly both he and Venom became infatuated with you, listening to you talk about your baby, your cravings... They could tell you were lonely despite your cheerful demeanor. Yes, Eddie and Venom had each other already, but they quickly thought about adding you to the mix.
But again, you didn't know about the alien slime monster living inside of Eddie. That subject would have to definitely wait...
He would check on you, leaning his head out his window on occasion to talk to you as you looked up, it brightened up the monotony of your at-home life in between work, asking about how you were feeling as your pregnancy developed. He even texted you lists of different baby names and their meanings to help you out!
When he first asked you out, you were floored. You've never met a man who was interested in a woman pregnant with somebody else's baby, before. You've heard about it sure, but... You were more surprised anyone was interested in you while pregnant with some guy's baby. Let alone your cute downstairs neighbor who apparently babied his pet chickens that were kept on the rooftop.
He even introduced you to them! You didn't hold them of course, for fear of bacteria, and chuckled as he furiously disinfected himself before even coming within three feet of you, all for you and your baby's health.
A man who was sweet, considerate, caring and he loves animals? Add the looks to that bill and that was a difference you were willing to pay. How was he still single?!
But... Well. That changed after your first date, and he was glad you accepted it all.
And it wasn't long after that (several weeks actually) you discovered he wasn't, in fact, single. He didn't have a girlfriend or anything but he certainly had a partner.
Said partner... was some kind of ooze-critter that lived inside of him. And you only found this out when you came home from a late night convenience store run for some triple chocolate chunk ice cream, walked into your apartment...
And saw him.
Venom, in his hulking form, stood awkwardly in your apartment, looking like a deer trapped in headlights when you flicked your lights back on, the ice cream in your bag forgotten.
As your door slowly swung closed due to angled flooring, you opened your mouth to scream.
Venom cut you off, his massive hands shooting up and he waved them, "DON'T SCREAM!"
You snapped your mouth shut, your teeth making an audible click as your heart hammered in your chest.
"We were worried! You weren't responding to our texts or when we knocked on your door?" His deep and rumbly voice growled out.
You shudder at the timbre of his voice, eyes never once leaving the rows of jagged fangs in his maw. You drop your plastic bag and step back, covering your belly--now very prominent as you were later in your term--protectively.
That seems to... upset him? He frowned, looking at the carpet as he lowered his hands, his large eyes narrowing as he carefully thought, trying to think of ways to alleviate the fear bubbling through you.
He took a slow step towards you, like you were a frightened animal caught in a trap that he had to be gentle with, lest you struggle or flail and get hurt.
"We were worried about you. We--" His head snapped to his left and he snarled. "Yes! "We"! You were worried, too! Don't try to say you weren't!"
You watch, in shock as he has essentially a one-sided argument with himself, getting exasperated, saying the word "love" and "dear" here and there.
You stayed, scared, until the ugly sensation of your nausea reared its ugly head and you dropped the plastic bag, literally shoving past this gigantic creature in a mad dash to your bathroom or you were gonna blow chunks right then and there.
You didn't even shut the door before you collapsed to your knees, hugging the bowl as you heaved the contents of your digestive system into the pearly white porcelain, leaving what could only be the Venom, the creature that supposedly stalked your city eating people, in your living room.
By the end of the nausea fit, your eyes were watery, your nose was runny and your face blotched with color, the whites of your eyes glassy from the strain. You felt lightheaded and dizzy as you rinsed your mouth with water right from the tap, gargling and spitting until the foul acidic taste went away.
You felt your now empty stomach growl and your first instinct was to go get food and eat again, to replenish the energy you just spent hurling everything you ate that day.
But then you remembered...
The big guy.
You didn't have any sort of object to wield as a weapon, so you merely sheepishly peeked around the corner, watching as the creature called Venom gingerly moved about your kitchen, things that looked like tentacles reaching out and grabbing a cup, some ice, and a can of ginger ale from your fridge and pour it into the cup; all the while making a sandwich. Nutella with your banana/mango spread. A favorite you'd started to enjoy in the past week.
But the only person you ever told that to was...
You froze when he turned around, locking eyes with you as he set the food on your breakfast island, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
"We... We know that you're probably hungry after... So we figured..." He said, gesturing vaguely to the food and drink in front of him.
"How do you know..." You breathed.
His colossal shoulders heave as he sighed, walking around the island and over to you, stopping just a mere few feet away.
"Promise not to be mad? Or scream?"
You weren't sure why in the hell he asked you that, but you felt already too far gone into shock to really argue. Plus, throwing up took all urges to scream from your poor sore throat.
So, you nodded.
"Okay."
You watched as the strange black goo peels back layer by slinking layer, until a man is revealed beneath.
But it's not just any man.
It's fucking Eddie. Your neighbor-turned-recent-boyfriend.
"You--!"
"We can explain! Just please, please don't be mad at us!" Eddie winced.
You felt another dizzy spell start to hit at this revelation. "How long--"
"A few years. Look, we planned on telling you. It's just... not tonight. When you didn't answer my texts or calls, I got worried and..." He sighed.
You watched as Venom's head moved out from behind Eddie's shoulder to peer at you, the thick black goo that made up the appendage holding his head up moving almost like water. He offered you a smile, and part of you wished that'd solve the tension in the air, to assuage your increasing confusion. But sadly, it didn't.
"Vee didn't want to fucking wait an extra ten minutes when you didn't answer the door and climbed through your window, which you should start locking I mean I know we're on the upper floors with no balcony or fire escape, but it's still a safety concern and with the baby--"
You interrupted Eddie's rambling. "Vee?" You echo.
"Uh--okay. That's what I call Venom when he isn't being an incorrigible shithead. Or a parasite who takes control of my body." Eddie sighed.
You almost laughed when Venom headbutted him in the side of his head.
"Stop calling me that! It's rude!" Venom snarled.
"No, what's rude is breaking into somebody's apartment!" Eddie retorted, jabbing a finger at Venom. "We talked about this!"
"You were worried, too!"
"Yes but I wasn't going to crawl through her goddamn window!"
Your eyes darted from one to the other as they started bickering like a... like a... Oh.
Yeah. It was after a two hour long conversation that Eddie told you everything. About his ex, the Life Foundation, finding Venom, fighting Riot, then the whole thing with Carnage, Venom's offspring... and of course, their actual relationship with one another, now. They argued like a married couple because they basically were one, complete with... well. You weren't ready in the current situation to imagine how the bedroom situation worked between them, yet.
You took it better than he expected. Way better.
"Honestly.... The only thing scarier than Venom is childbirth." You said, sitting next to him on the couch, your hands on your belly.
"...Eddie." you said slowly.
"Uh--yeah? What's up, sweetheart?" He asked awkwardly, Venom's eyes immediately drawn down to where your hands caressed the bump beneath your thin t shirt.
"How come you haven't asked to touch my belly yet? I'm... surprised. I've had random people come up to me and ask, but not... you."
"Wait... uh. So. You're giving... Permission?" Eddie asked, blinking his big, ridiculously lashed eyes at you.
"Well, yeah, and--"
"FINALLY!" Venom hissed.
In a black blur, Venom lurched forward over Eddie's shoulder, straight for your tummy. He pressed the side of his head against your belly, tendrils of his strange slime-like flesh wrapping around your midsection; listening to the baby's heartbeat and feeling for any movements.
Eddie meanwhile, looked equal parts horrified and embarrassed as he facepalmed, blushing all the way to his ears. "That's why. He's been fucking obsessed with you and your baby since he first realized you were pregnant."
You looked down as the symbiote cuddled you, and by extension, your baby, your jaw agape at how he was purring while he nuzzled into you.
"...That's why you're always so concerned about me?" You asked dumbly, blinking over at Eddie, who gave you an awkward smile and shrug in reply.
"Yeah, hate to break it to you, doll, but... Vee has kinda... claimed you two." He said.
"Claimed me." You repeated.
"Yeah. He has this thing... with kids?" He rolled his hand to try and think of words to describe it. "He's overprotective. He's the same with Sonny and Cher, it's just... he doesn't interact with many pregnant people so when he met you, that weird little drive kicked in. The fact that we both started feeling something for you outside of that kinda blindsided us, but..."
"So what?" Venom scoffed, resting his chin on the curve of your belly, looking up at you with a grin. "This is our baby now, and we will protect the both of you."
"Venom!" Eddie snapped.
"You claimed us?" You were having a difficult time wrapping your head around this. All of it. The whole situation in general. First your boyfriend has a boyfriend who technically isn't a boy but identifies as one because gender was a foreign concept to his species, they were together before they met you, Venom is a literal alien--
And now... was he saying...
"L-Look, I know it's early on and we haven't been dating long, but..." Eddie rubbed his sweaty palms on his faded-out jeans.
"Are you two saying... that you want to be with me? Rest of the pregnancy, birth, and all?"
The hell was your life, some kind of weird, cheap, sci-fi romance novel? The dashing, handsome alien(s) swoop in and offer to help raise your baby? What kind of parallel world were you in?
Eddie was quiet, and Venom merely stared at him, before looking back at you.
"Yes." He said. "Eddie is too much of a pussy to say it, but he likes the idea of taking care of a tiny you."
"Venom! Fuck! Stop calling me that!" Eddie snapped at the symbiote as he protectively snuggled your tummy.
Venom merely stuck his tongue out at him, "I will when you stop calling me a parasite!" He looked back up at you, giving you the best rendition he could of a hurt puppy. "Do you see how he talks to me? Despicable!"
You snorted a short laugh before you could stop yourself, and covered your mouth.
"Hah! See? She thinks I'm funny! So shut it!"
"Oh, my god, that does not count--"
"Yes it does I already won." Venom said contentedly.
"Look!" Eddie groans. "Just... We are willing to be with you. Take care of you, and help with the baby. If... you'll have us. I know this whole situation is weird, but..." Eddie trails off, looking at you hopefully.
The decision wasn't as difficult as you thought it'd be. Eddie and Venom haven't given you a reason to be afraid--other than scaring the shit out of you earlier because Venom apparently has fucking anxiety--and, well... They were so sweet, and gentle... And if Venom doting on your unborn baby currently was any indication, the affection would probably increase a hundred fold after your little bundle of joy arrived.
"Okay." You said.
All the tension seemed to drain from Eddie's body and he sighed, a relieved smile blooming on his face as he looked at you with a look in his eyes that had your heart doing a little flip in your chest.
"Thank God..." Eddie sighed happily.
Venom grinned widely at you, before shooting back to Eddie and seizing the body again, his inky black mass covering Eddie entirely.
Your couch creaked under the added weight of Venom's increased mass as he leaned over, dwarfing your whole body as he wrapped his thick, tree-trunk arms around your tinier body, nuzzling into your cheek before giving you a kiss. Thankfully no tongue, because you thought you'd probably choke if he did that.
When he pulled back, your face was flush at the boldness of his actions, and looked up at him as his opalescent eyes narrowed sweetly down at you.
But something Venom said clicked into your brain, finally, once it rebooted from the kiss.
"Venom, you said you two wouldn't mind helping raise a tiny me." You began. "But I don't know if I'm having a boy or girl, yet."
"Oh, we can." Venom grinned. "I could tell when I was holding onto you. It was easy."
"What?!" You sputter.
"You're having a little girl, by the way."
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You booked an appointment two weeks later. And damn, Venom was right. You were having a girl! At least the naming situation was easier, now that you narrowed down the sex.
Many people said you and Eddie were moving fast, but you ignored them because they didn't know the real situation. Your apartment was bigger, two rooms, one for you (and now Eddie and Venom) and the other was the nursery for the baby.
Eddie was affectionate, but Venom was downright clingy. He was almost always wrapped around your belly in some way or another, purring as he used his weird slimy body to massage you. He helped with your back strain surprisingly, how he would massage you. Eddie proposed maybe letting Venom bond with you for the remainder of the pregnancy to ensure safety and good health, but Venom shot the idea down himself.
He explained it like it was a bit like an organ donor match, if you weren't a match for him you could get sick, or God forbid both you and the baby could die. And to Eddie's surprise Venom made the nature decision to settle for massaging your back and tummy to ease the strain.
Venom jumped at the chance to rub your coconut oil into your belly to help ease the risk and appearance of stretch marks, too.
Through the mood swings, crazy cravings and nesting phases and all, you two boyfriends stayed with you through all of it. Several times you woke up to Venom and Eddie cooking in the kitchen, making sure you had a decent breakfast in the morning.
The only problem was... well. They cooked like broke college boys. So, you spent time giving them cooking lessons, which was one of the funnest things you'd done in a while. The messes were worth cleaning up, the cute recordings you made were memories that'd last a very very long time.
Nighttime cuddles were great, Venom slinking beneath the blankets to wrap around both you and Eddie to snuggle, massaging you the whole night. It really helped when he would conform a certain way so you could lay on your side comfortably and ease the strain on your poor spine and hips.
Who needed a pregnancy pillow when you had a symbiote, right?
Eddie and Venom read up as much as they could on the subject of babies and childbirth and to say Eddie was terrified was an absolute understatement. The photos and diagrams alone had him chewing his nails (getting a swift smack from Venom) and he felt himself getting queasy when he found out that apparently you would be delivering the placenta as well?!
How much did you have to go through, making a tiny human?!
This whole situation amused the fuck out of you, however, as you'd done all this research and merely accepted it. A bit of blood, etcetera after delivery seemed easy to deal with given you've dealt with your period since puberty and that alone was a mess by itself...
But watching a man learn more about it? Oh, it was hilarious.
But hey! They were excited for a cute little baby girl to snuggle and kiss!
One night, you were laying in bed as you scrolled through various baby items online, saving a few cute things for later. Eddie had his head on your shoulder, watching a movie, with an arm draped over your belly, now painfully (sometimes literally) obvious bump, feeling the baby shift and move around as she kicked inside of you.
Venom had encapsulated Eddie's arm, his massive hand stroking your tummy idly.
Apparently, a thought had been bouncing around in Venom's brain and he finally decided to ask it. His head morphed from behind Eddie and peered over at you.
"The baby is a girl." He said.
"Yeah, Venom, that's been established." Eddie snorted, moving until his cheek was resting on your chest.
"Eddie, that's mean." You chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. "Venom, continue."
"Thank you, sweet thing." Venom purred at you, shooting Eddie a glare afterwards.
"But anyway... If the baby is a girl now..." He tipped his head to the side. "What if the baby decides or realizes when she's older that she isn't one? Or either?"
You lower your phone, eyebrows raised at the gravity of his question. Even Eddie sat up on his elbow to look at Venom, surprised at the depth of the question coming from his symbiote. Honestly though, the subject made sense coming from a species that technically didn't have genders in the first place...
Venom seemed happy with your reply, and looked to Eddie expectantly. He already knew what his opinion was, but he wanted him to say it out loud for you.
"Well..." You begin. "If she decides she wasn't born the right gender, or feels like she's neither, or even leaning on both scales... I won't have a problem. I just want our baby to be happy and healthy, not conformed or trapped in any way. That includes the identity she will have as she realizes things about herself."
"Well, I don't have room to talk on gender identity." Eddie snickered. "Considering how you didn't really decide to go by male pronouns until you bonded with me and stuck with that identity because it fit for you... so, yeah. Whatever the baby decides when she's old enough is fine with me."
You grin and kiss Eddie on his temple, ruffling his hair as Venom nuzzles into your belly.
Yeah...
Safe, happy, and loved. That's what your baby would be, no matter what. With her two weird dads and her mom who puts up with their nonsense.
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novalpha · 11 months
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𝑆𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑠 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑠
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♡ Fluff || ୨୧ Angst || ★ Smut || ꗃ SMAU || ⌗ Series || ✿ Drabble || ♤ Mature (No smut) || ✹ Humor
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Tomorrow tonight ୨୧♤♡ -> @cheolbooluvr
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Push it down (Sooner or later it all comes out) ♡★⌗✹ -> @dontflailmenow
summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ After Class ★⌗-> @rubyreduji Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4
summary: Professor Choi makes sure to always take care of your needs after class.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Down bad (so so bad) ♡★ -> @lovelyhan
summary: it’s not like you’re curious about how the word would taste in your mouth whenever seungcheol calls himself daddy while talking to kkuma. nope. definitely not. 
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Wedding night ♡★ -> @onlyhuis
Synopsis: seungcheol just wants to treat his wife right on their first night together as husband and wife.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Bite that lip ♡୨୧★ -> @beahae
Summary: Seungcheol knows you're really close with his whole friend group. But now that things have... quietly been developing between the two of you, he would love it if you'd cool it with the heavy flirting with the other guys.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Amortentia ♡୨୧ -> @http-mianhae
DESCRIPTION ᝰ Being head-over-heels for the Gryffindor captain is harder than it seems, especially when everyone knows about your little crush on Seungcheol and he takes it lightly. Until when you’re partnered up and forced to be in each other’s lives on a daily basis, that’s when things take a bit of a turn
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ BIG COCK: for dummies ♡★ -> @ncteez
summary: the one where you find out that your boyfriend has a huge cock and you’re not entirely sure if you can take all of it. 
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ She's in the rain ୨୧ -> @onlymingyus
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Crossing Boundaries ♡★ -> @wonusite
summary: ❝ Seungcheol has always demanded that all of his employees keep professional boundaries, but it frustrates him that his son’s nanny is a little too good at keeping things professional. ❞
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Driving me crazy ★-> @1-800-hwahui
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ laundry and jiu jitjsu ♡✹ -> @cheolism
summary: after seungcheol leaves the laundry unfolded on your bed before going to his jiu jitsu lesons, you decide to take action.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Terrifyingly innocent ♡୨୧★ -> @twogyuu
Synopsis: Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ inflection point ♡୨୧★ -> @lovelyhan
summary: you love yoon jeonghan. no, scratch that. you fucking adore yoon jeonghan; so much that the moment he asks you to be in an exclusive set-up with his current partner, you accept the offer in a heartbeat. what you fail to consider, however, is who your boss’ boyfriend actually is.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Hello tutorial ♡♤✹ -> @97-liners
it’s your final year of college, and you’ve been elected president of your sorority. this is all great and fine, but as the semester goes on, you find yourself having repeated run-ins with the president of the fraternity next door in a series of unfortunate coincidences (that might not actually be coincidences, as you come to discover).
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in which you’re trying to deal with your crush on seungcheol in a normal way, but the meddling kids are making it harder than it needs to be.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Found you ୨୧♡ -> @thedensworld
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ In the eye of the beholder ୨୧♡★ -> @cheolism
summary: when you don't like how you look in the mirror, your boyfriend decides to take it upon himself to worship you.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Frozen cold proposal ♡ -> @cheolism
summary: seungcheol is stubborn and decides to try and make soup over the fire. you stumble upon a surprise in his pockets when trying to huddle against him for warmth.
[ More Scoups fic recs will be updated ]
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sunnebeam · 8 months
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"this is our territory."
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A 'PERKS OF BEING A HOUSEHUSBAND' DRABBLE.
pairing: min yoongi x reader
plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.
warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, there's only one (1) bastard that can defeat yoongi 😟
masterlist + disclaimers.
note: the fact that my top 2 fics on this blog w the most notes/engagements are both yoongi fics,,,, the power he holds!! 😤 as always, hope yous enjoy this cute drabble and let me know ur thoughts!
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You love the weekends.
No work. No stress. No bosses nagging at you to work overtime. No files waiting for you to sort through.
Just you, your poodle, and your husband.
There's absolutely nothing that can ruin your weekend. Nothing except—
"YOU BASTARD!"
You jolt upright from your bed, eyes wide in alarm when you hear your husband's normally calm voice shouting profanities from the other room. Luckily, Holly remains deep in slumber on Yoongi's side of the bed even as you're scrambling to the kitchen.
You almost trip on your own two feet when you see Yoongi on the kitchen floor – shirtless, sweaty, and looking absolutely defeated.
"Yoonie?! What happened?"
He's wearing a pained expression.
"I didn't see him coming."
"Who?!"
"I'm sorry, darling," he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I let him get away."
What? Is there a burglar in the apartment?!
"Yoonie, what are you—"
"He's in the living room."
With anxious heartbeats, you and Yoongi head to the living room area. Fortunately, your apartment is tiny enough that every room is next to each other so it only takes a couple of steps for you to near the entryway to the living room. Craning your head, you take a peak to find...
"There he is."
...a cockroach.
Wait—
A cockroach?
You scream, clutching your husband as you hide behind him.
"There are roaches in this building?!" you screech, disgusted when you remember how the landlord conveniently left this little detail when you both first moved in.
"Stay behind me, darling," your husband orders and you look down to see him holding a pest repellent spray in his hand. "I'll handle this."
Your knees quiver when he takes slow steps toward the roach.
"You bastard," he continues, "you think you can just come breaking and entering?"
He's a few steps away.
"This is our territory," he growls as he positions the repellent and his finger hovers over the nozzle. "Die, you bastard!"
He sprays.
Nothing comes out.
"Shit," Yoongi mumbles. "I'm out of ammo."
And then the unthinkable happens.
"Yoonie, it's fucking flying!"
The cockroach flies. Higher. And higher. Then it descends.
"No," you whisper, horrified. "Please, no."
It lands on Yoongi's bare chest.
"Darling," your husband calls out to you, his body frozen but his voice shaky. "I need you to kill it. Even if you get me, too."
"No, no, no. This can't be happening."
You're hysterical.
"You can do it, darling," he assures you, his head jerking to gesture to a spare newspaper laying on the floor. "I know you can."
"But—"
"We have to protect our turf! Do it!"
A tear falls down your cheek. Without any other choice, you take a deep breath before getting the newspaper and folding it in a fan-like pattern.
Once it's all folded, you straighten up. You look your husband in the eye, and all you see is love, pride, and acceptance.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
And with the newspaper in your hand, you scream, swinging your arm back and running towards your husband, before you whip the newspaper forward and slam it on his skin.
You miss.
"I'm sorry, Yoonie," you mumble, head down as you eye the reddening mark on his forehead where you accidentally hit him.
The cockroach is long gone now, having flown out the opened window when you tragically missed it and ended up hitting your husband instead.
"Don't worry about it," he tells you, chuckling.
Yoongi shakes his head at you, endeared. He reaches out a hand and caresses your cheek lovingly.
"You did well, darling."
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rkivepetals · 9 days
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biker bf jeon;2
Making muffins with u
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Bikerbf!jeon x fem!reader
Safe for Ramadan (includes kissing, fluff intimacy a lil)
OC IS INSUFFERABLE GRRRRAHGHHH she’s such a menace making mf jeon work super hard u guys ;-;
Still shoves that broken nail on his face :3
Drabble master list ♡
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You put on your lip gloss as your doorbell rang, you smiled brightly and hop near the main door, opening to your sulked-up boyfriend who stood tall, hands folded. “Hi!” You say, practically shaking in excitement. “Hi, mama. What is it?” He sighs as you let him in and close the door back again. “Sooooo!”
He looked at you, sprawled out on your couch. “Hmm?” He was drowsy, he’s been tried. “Let’s make muffins!” He frowned, “what?” You nod, slightly withering seeing how he didn’t even get what you mean but cleared your throat nonetheless. “You taught me how to ride a bike, I will teach you how to make muffins!” He sneered, “But I don’t want to know.”
You pout, heart, sinking slowly. “I thought you wanted to do something new with me.” Jungkook bit his lip, sighing. “But, I don’t do cooking and stuff.” He muttered, he doesn’t like those glossy eyes unless he makes them, or the sulk and that well-known mean face if it isn’t him teasing. He groaned, “Fine!”
You smiled, holding his veiny hands and dragging him to the kitchen. “Remove it.” He looked down at his leather jacket. “I don’t have a shirt or anything under it.” “You do! Sleeveless one, don’t you?” You squint as he chuckles, removing the leather jacket as you take your deodorant and spray it all over him. “This is so sweet!”
He coughs, “You stink.” You say, focused on his armpits.
“Then wait for me until I shower!”
“I can’t wait that long! I’m hungry!”
He broke in laughter seeing your focused face on his armpits. “Y/n, why do you even use such sweet stuff.” He says when you’re out in the kitchen, finding something.
“Because then you’d want to eat me all the time.” Your voice echoes.
He smiles, tight and gentle.
“Here!” You show him your red and pink heart apron. “Wear it!”
He sighs, watching you wrap him like some valentine gift. “It ain’t even the need, mama.” “It is! Apron is a must!”
You cleared your throat and wore yours, “I bet you bought it from an online store.” He says as you nod, looking down at yours and his apron, “I’m going to tag the page on Instagram with our picture.” You clicked, not taking his face because your friends always keep asking about him and his goddamn phone number. “Now, can we start?”
You cleared your throat and put your phone aside, “alright!” You clap, “Let’s mix all the dry ingredients first.” You say and tell him where the ingredients are as he takes them out one by one, All while reading the recipe you saw online. “This is for four people Though, we are only two.” He says as you nod, “So, instead of four cups, we are going to use…”
“Two cups.” You hummed, taking out the flour in the filter so that it didn’t cause lumps. “Add two eggs.” You say, trying to find butter in the fridge, he cracks open two eggs, then vanilla essence as you take the butter and chop it into small pieces. “Should I mix it?”
He asked, you shook your head. “No wait…” you pout, “My knife got stuck!” You says trying to press it down the frozen butter. “Lemme try.” You let him as he presses it down and the butter cube splits in half. “You just do it.” You pout as he makes the smaller cubes of it. “I will take out the muffin container!”
He chuckled as you hopped like a lil girl around your small kitchen and he added the butter to the bowl. “Where's the mixer thingy mama?!” He asked, “You mean whisker?!” “Yeah!” “Beside the stove, look closely!” You say, counting how many muffin moulds you have. Jungkook whisked it, squinting at what you doing under the counter.
You walked back, peeking at the bowl as he whisked it looking at you, then smiling wide at the mixture. He smiles, “It’s coming together!” He chuckled, leaning down and kissing your soft cheeks. You pout instead, tiptoeing, he kissed your lips this time. You chuckled, walking to the fridge and taking out the whipping cream, pouring it in a different bowl. “How much do I mix this, baby?”
“Until the butter completely dissolves.” He sighs, eying you to whisk the cream and add colours to it. “It’s done.” He said, placing the bowl down and whisking it once more to check for any bubbles or lumps. “Oh!” You check again, “Whisk this.” You immediately handed him the whipping cream, pouring the muffin batter into the cups. He sighed, taking all his power to whisk the goddamn pink cream.
“There they go! In the oven!” You placed the tray in the oven of muffins and walked back to Jungkook, “is it halfway through?” You flutter your lashes, “sort of.” He said, you measure the sugar and add it in. “Now whisk!” He cracked a few bones on his shoulders as you sit on the countertop, “I’m tired.” You say, arching your back as he whisks.
“Me too, mama. Me too.” You chuckled, breaking a chocolate piece and eating it, placing one in his mouth too but he shook his head. “No.” You pout, taking that one in your mouth as well. He rather leans in and tastes it on your tongue, you grip the countertop, tongue in your mouth as he smooches your sweet lips and that lip ring specifically. “Sweet.”
He muttered, chucking afterwards at your pink face. You cleared your throat, swiping your fingers across the ends of the whipped cream and move it towards his mouth, he opens and licks your finger clean. “Is it sweet?” He hums, “it is. But not too much.” You smiled, “that’s right! It shouldn’t be too sweet.” He hums and nods, “It’s tasty. Just like you, for real.”
You giggled, adding different colours to the whipped cream in different bowls. “We need more bags for this many colours.” You hum, whisking and focused. He took the plastic bags and filled them. The oven dings behind him as he glances at it, “should I take ‘em out, mama?” You hummed, “yes.”
He placed the bags aside and opened the oven, taking out the muffins. Inhaling them vanilla and chocolate in the hot muffins, “they look so delicious.” He says as you smile, “I told ya. Put them in the freezer so the cream doesn’t melt off when we decorate.” Jungkook didn’t hold back and took one, placing it right beside your hips, behind your back as he quietly placed them in the freezer.
Taking a bite as he hums, “Yum, bruh.” He says as you chuckle, taking a little piece for yourself as you tie the piping bags tightly.
After the muffins were cooled down, he took them out and examined the pink wrappers around them. “The green one, then the red one, and then this white one on top.” You explain the decorative process as he yawns, tired for his life. You move along, piping the muffins as he follows your lead. “That’s ugly.”
He frowned, offended. “I didn’t say that when you fucked up my lil bike.” You rolled your eyes, “you did. Even broke my nail.” You still shove that broken nail on his face as he swats his hand, “focus now. I’m both tired and hungry.” You both ended up spreading the cream all over the white counter with cream melting off the muffins. “It’s okay.”
He says, seeing you sulk at how the muffins weren’t cool enough and all the design is nothing but liquid dripping down. “They’re still delicious, mama!” He tried to console you, serving them on the ceramic plate. “Ugly stuff tastes better, I’m telling you.” He pulls you and your sulked face on the living room couch and makes you sit on his lap. “C’mon! At least try to taste it!”
He says at your pouty lips, sighs picks up one and shoves it in your lips, you groan and eat it. “Of course they’re tasty, but I wanted them to look pretty!” You say mouth filled with sweetness as he takes a huge bite himself. He still smells like your vanilla deodorant, “it’s okay. We worked hard, we deserve it.” He says, hiccupping in the midst.
You take another one and eat it, “I was so hungry.” He hums, face frowned, “Me too, mama, me too.”
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illyrian-dreamer · 1 year
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ACOTAR Masterlist
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*(Indicates smut)
Azriel:
Changing Shadows (complete series):
Summary: You have a new role in the Inner Circle — Heard Guard of Velaris. And as Rhys’s younger sister, you feel you have a lot to prove. 
You and the Shadowsinger are also growing closer, and tension builds as your relationship changes from friendship to something else...
How will you juggle your feelings for Azriel and the dangers that come with your new role, without disappointing the rest of the Inner Circle and the Night Court?
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5* | Part 6* | Part 7* | Part 8 | Part 9* | Part 10 | Part 11* | Part 12* | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15* | Part 16* | Part 17* | Part 18* | Part 19* | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23* | Part 24 - Finale
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Overwritten (complete series)
Summary: After months as his prisoner, Hybern has hijacked your mind, turning you into an enemy of your home, your family, and your mate, Azriel. 
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5* | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 - Finale
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And Then There Were None
Summary: In the lead up to the war, Hybern releases a catastrophic spell that wipes out all humans, sparing just one.
Abandoned in the desolate human lands, you scavenge to survive long enough to find your family.
Reluctantly, you are found by the Shadowsinger as fate intervenes to guide you under his watchful eye.
Part 1 | Part 2
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One shots:
A Shadowsinger’s intuition
Feel too much
Confessions at Starfall
Stay with me
Spin the bottle
In the arms of understanding*
Drabble:
Salad (fluff)
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Cassian:
One shots:
Tides and turmoil
With benefits*
Remnants of a star
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Azriel and Cassian:
Our Girl (series)
Summary: Deeming you unfit for a mission, the Inner Circle have betrayed your trust and shattered your life’s mission to avenge you sister. And the two males you love most were at the centre of it all.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4* | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9
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Rhys:
Series
Dance with the devil
Summary: You attempt to rob the High Lord of the Night Court.
Part 1 |
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One shots:
Two lessons in one*
Make a bargain with me
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Bat boys:
Drabble:
Bat boys react to being called ‘bro’*
Brat taming bat boys *
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Lucien: 
Frozen Flames (series)
Summary: After fifty years trapped Under the Mountain, you struggle to adjust to your new found freedom as Kallias’s third-in-charge to the Winter Court.
In an unlikely circumstance, you meet Lucien Vanserra.
As you and Lucien grow closer, dealing with the loss of your mother and trauma from Amarantha’s reign proves harder than you thought. How will you start to trust and love again?
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5* | Part 6* | Part 7 | Part 8
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Eris
One shots:
Conditions of entry*
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Disclaimer: All characters belong to Sarah J Maas, not my own.
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The first week in Northuldra camp for Elsa had been kind of weird. One one hand, she was delighted to live with the tribe, fulfilled in her new role, freed from the walls that had locked her soul. And yet, on the other hand, despite all of those beautiful feelings, she couldn't find sleep. Now was it because she was excited by her new life, or because she felt nervous about it?
She let her thoughts wander, or rather float over each other, as she curled with her knees against her chest, sitting down a tree in the cold middle of the night.
"Is the lavvo uncomfortable?" Asked a gentle, yet teasing voice, behind her. In that simple question, one could tell that the person was caring, not accusing, but wanted to bring humor to lighten the mood.
Elsa snapped up and twirled her head around, facing Honeymaren. The Northuldra smiled at her to appease her apparent stress.
"No, not at all." Replied the blonde immediately, making it clear that she liked it here. "It's perfect. You guys are so fast at building them, it's such a--"
"And you are so fast at switching the mood to avoid people worrying." Analyzed Honeymaren with the same warm smile.
She saw that she hit right when Elsa closed her mouth, and lowered her gaze, back to curling on herself. Her tense shoulders however slumped a bit. "Sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry about. What is going on? Are you okay? Well of course you aren't. But do you want to talk about it?" Asked the brunette.
Elsa breathed in longly, to give herself courage, and Honeymaren could hear that she had been crying. It was hard to see the remnants of tears on her face and her slightly red eyes in the low light of the Moon piercing through the birch branches, but easy to guess.
Honeymaren checked around to make sure nobody would disturb them, and sat down in front of her.
"It's not nice to spy on people." Smiled Elsa. She had thought this spot of the Forest would be far enough to be alone.
"I'm not spying, I'm standing guard. I told you, I love to do it now that the mist is lifted. Which is thanks to you," she added as a compliment to ease her mind.
Elsa kept sniffing, not answering.
"And," added Honeymaren, "word of advice, if you don't want to be spotted in the dark when you want to isolate yourself from the camp..."
The blonde lifted her head.
"Avoid wearing sparkling outfits to sleep." Grinned Honeymaren.
Elsa blushed intensely, recowering a bit on herself, though she couldn't help smiling when she saw her white pants. She had a point.
"Alright." She replied quietly. "I admit that it's a bit too extra."
She then frowned at her. "Don't tell Anna I said that."
"I'll have to see her for that." Chuckled Honeymaren.
At this sentence, tension fell in the clearing.
"...Is she the reason of your nightmare?" Understood the Northuldra.
Elsa rubbed her bent legs with her thumb for a moment, then opened up. "Not nightmare. Insomnia."
"So that's the reason why you're outside." Nodded Honeymaren, now that Elsa had finally answered her initial question.
Elsa nodded slowly in return. "I..."
Chestnut eyes shining in the Moon light gave her support.
"It's been like this all my life. Well... Not all. When I was a kid, it was alright..."
There was a silence.
"Then, for the past 3 years, after the Thaw, Anna helped." Tenderly smiled Elsa.
That's all she said, however. But Honeymaren didn't need more to understand the feeling. She had a brother, and she may have met Anna for a few hours, she instantly was wrapped by her caring aura.
"So, the insomnia is back?" Nuanced the Northuldra.
Another sad nod from Elsa.
Honeymaren looked around. "I have to go back to my watch." She said, and for a fraction of a second, Elsa thought that she wouldn't help her. "Do you want to come with me?"
The blonde's heart made a leap.
"M-me?"
"Yes, you." Snorted the brunette.
"But I know nothing about standing guard."
"Nonsense. You were able to spot and stop Bruni on your first hour here, you can manage a few reindeer getting too close to the river. Besides, you ride the Nokk, don't you? You can even gather the herd if needed."
The blush was clear on Elsa's cheeks, even in the darkness, and she had a bashful smile.
Honeymaren's smile was even wider in reaction. "Come."
She sat up, and held her hand to help her stand up. Elsa sniffed one last time, resolutely, and smiled as she lifted her hand to put it in hers.
When their palms touched, Elsa's skin wasn't cold anymore.
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kkami-writes · 7 months
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waiting for us — chapter twenty one. yn ↝ wc. 513 + 6 SS
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Jeongin had intended to act on his plan right away, but when he saw you at the table, he faltered for just a second. You had looked so pretty just working on your lab paperwork, looking so carefree that he couldn’t help himself. Honestly Jeongin thought you were pretty everyday, so effortlessly stylish and he had been in awe of you since he had met you. You had been too focused on your work to even notice the boy had arrived. 
You had to be their soulmate. There was just no way that all of them had found you attractive, that all of them had felt that same tingle deep in their chests. Yet there was something stopping him, a fear deep inside of his heart. What if - what if you really weren’t their soulmate? That in his desperation he had imagined a connection with the first girl he thought was pretty. This fear had gripped him and he had frozen when he saw you, the words dying on his lips.
He had to know though. It was seriously killing him. If you truly weren’t his soulmate, their soulmate, he would deal with the consequences later. Jeongin takes a deep breath to steady himself before taking a step towards you. “YN” He loves the way the name rolls off his tongue. It just feels so right.
“Yeah?” You question, turning to face the boy who is now openly gaping at you, eyebrows furrowing at his weird expression before you gasp. Your hand flies to your mouth, eyes turning wide as you realize your mistake. 
A sigh falls from your lips as you squeeze your eyes closed, a pained look upon your face. When your eyes open again Jeongin still hasn’t said a word, but he looks at you expectantly, a stupid smile on his face.
“Jeongin” Your voice is all but a whisper but the moment his name leaves your lips it happens. That intense tingle, a vibration running through every inch of your body. You could no longer deny the connection between the two of you. Deny the truth that you have been trying to avoid this whole time.
You were his soulmate. Their soulmate. “YN?” The name sends a shudder down your spine and you can’t deny that you love the way your name sounds on his lips. You ignore him though, packing all your shit into your bag, uncaring if you were squishing anything important. Quickly, you run right past him, attempting to try and stop the wave of tears that are already filling your eyes. There’s too many emotions filling your chest and it scares you. You want it to stop, yet you also never want it to stop, this feeling of love that you’ve never felt before.
Jeongin tries to make you stay but he’s reminded of what had happened the last time and pulls his hand back on reflex. 
So yet again, he watches you run away and he can’t help but wonder if this was going to be a common occurrence between the two of you.
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Elsa has never had any friends except Anna and Kristoff. But it was a little different, because they were her only family.
Honeymaren and Ryder were her first "proper" friends. With them, she learned what it is to follow and be followed. How fun it is after days spent in solitude with Ahtohallan to say hello to friends. They accepted her into their family as if she had always belonged here.
She spent countless evenings with them around the campfire over a bowl of herbal tea. They introduced her to the customs and ways of Northuldra, chuckling at her in a friendly way if something didn't work out. She liked that Ryder and Honeymaren did not attach importance to titles. But when Elsa told them something about the spiritual world, their faces became awed and they hung on the every word of their Noaidi.
With them, Elsa traveled all over the Forest, she riding Nokk and they are on their reindeers. Every time Rider or Honeymaren excitedly asked: where are we going today? Elsa felt again and again–something she will never get tired of–how good it is to be free and have friends who understand you, who allow you to be alone when you wish or take you in the circle when you feel like you want to enter.
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monawriteslol · 10 months
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HI HELLO so in an episode of tokio hotel tv tom said that he finds squirting hot 👀👀 could you write something with overstimulated and squirting for him? Maybe after a concert or a night out wherr the reader kept teasing him
a/n: i had like 2 other requests like this but with georg and gustav so i decided to just write short headcannon like drabbles for all 3 😭 i hope thats alright </3
content warning (s): mean!tom, degrading talk, dirty talk, servicedom!gustav, praise, implied overstimulation
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𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
champ of making you squirt accidentally
his cock is just too big. too much for your poor little cunt. and he knows it so he always makes sure to make sure you're prepared.
four orgasms later, a mess of your cum on his face and fingers, and he's finally sinking that beautiful, fat cock into you.
his eyes are locked on the way you swallow him, your warm little cunt sticky and twitching around him the deeper he goes. he waits for any sign that it hurts, that you need him to pause so you can take a break.
but it never comes.
instead, he feels you spasm underneath him, your walls licking around him like a vice as you wail. your legs kick and your back arches, your pretty lips letting out mindless cries of pleasure all while he's completely frozen, balls deep in your clenching little pussy.
no matter how many times it happens, he's always astounded. as if he's never able to get used to the way you so easily lose your mind over his cock.
you squirt all over him, coating his abs in an erotic sheen of your cum. he always stays still, lidded eyes watching you ride out the orgasm he didn't even try to give you.
"i hope you're not done," he grunts, "'cause now i'm gonna make you cum."
and he needs to cum real bad after seeing you lose yourself on his cock like some easy little slut.
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𝐆𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐯 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫
makes you squirt because he just wants you to feel good
two thick fingers stuffed inside your precious little cunt as you sat on his lap was the perfect way to spend your night. it had just been intended to be a movie and cuddle night but being finger fucked by your beautiful boyfriend was a much better alternative.
despite the palpable shyness that came with being completely nude while he was fully clothed, you still willfully spread your legs for him to play with your pussy.
you whine his name, back arching as your eyes rolled back in your head before realizing how badly you wanted to watch. with your head hanging between your shoulders, your wide eyes took in every perfect movement.
his pretty fingers spread your folds, circling your clit before slowly and carefully sinking into your pussy. your mouth falls open at the feeling and the sight of being stretched open.
with his chin resting on your shoulder, he watches his own fingers come out coated in your thick, creamy juices before fucking them back into your sticky little hole.
it was loud and lewd, the sound of your messy little pussy swallowing his fingers. but he didn’t seem to care, his hard cock pressing against your ass was definitely throbbing in arousal.
“‘m gonna cum,” you breathlessly warn, reaching down to wrap your hand around his wrist.
he hummed in your ear, “go ahead, show me how this pretty pussy cums, baby.”
his filthy words brought you to your end immediately. you wail out in pleasure, thighs twitching, your cunt squeezing his fingers so hard he had to pull them out.
as soon as he did, you gushed everywhere. he moaned at the sight of you squirting all over his lap. he played with your clit, moaning and whimpering in your ear the harder you came until you finally pushed him away.
he laughed softly at the sight of your twitching and trembling through the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“good girl,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple, “my good girl, so pretty...”
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𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐚��𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳
overstims you into squirting until you're in tears and begging him to stop
"ah, ah," he scolds, a sadistic little grin plastered across his face at the sight of you trembling beneath him.
there were tears in your eyes, just what he loved to see. when you cried because of him, because of the pleasure only he could bring you to.
"you were just teasin' me in front of everyone," he snarls, "made me come home just to play with this filthy little cunt. now you're tryin' to run away? you know better."
you whimper, letting your legs fall open again just to hear the half-hearted praise he lets out at the sight of your pretty pussy on display for him once again.
when he stuffs his cock back into your pussy, you squeal and kick your legs out. you feel so sensitive from the numerous orgasms he's already fucked out of your poor little cunt.
but he wasn't letting up, not even letting you breathe even as you twitched and wailed at the overstimulation. he angled his hips just right, practiced movements that allowed his pelvic bone to grind against your clit just right.
your eyes rolled back in your head, your walls squeezing down around him as another orgasm washed over you.
"messy little whore," he snaps, teeth gritted as he watches you squirt, coating his abs in your cum like the good little girl you were.
you laid there twitching and trembling, cunt spasming around his still hard cock. large, calluses hands smoothed down your body, licking eyes with your tired, dazed ones that were rimmed with tears.
"you know we're not done though," he breathes, slowing starting to move again, "you know that right, dumb girl?"
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jungwoos-luvr · 8 months
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svt masterlist | masterlist
key: ✰ = smut ✿ = fluff ❥ = angst ◘ = smau
bold = personal fav
series
push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) ✰ ❥ | finished by @/dontflailmenow
game day ✿ ◘ | finished by @/escapewriter (this was the first svt smau ive ever read and i was not disappointed game day was a cultural reset)
manspread, mansplain, manipulate ✰ | finished by @/bluejeanstrash (OMG THIS WAS SO GOOD AFTER I READ IT I THOUGHT AB IT ALL WEEK its like all filth but ykw thats okay with me 😚)
ch-ch-cherry bomb ✰ | finished by @/meltwonu (scroll down for it) (also idk if it was bc it was like 2am when reading this but it was so good it gave a headache and i couldnt sleep idk some rush came over me)
terrifyingly innocent ✿ ❥ ◘ | finished by @/twogyuu
the way back ✿ ❥ ◘ | finished by @/suhnshinehaos
i like you ✿ ❥ ◘ | finished by @/taeyegu
first to fall ✿ ◘ | finished by @/thepixelelf
the secrets of us ◘ | finished by @/jeonjaemark
the kids are going to be alright ◘ | finished by @/wondernus
tales from the pack: stubborn ✰ ✿ | finished by @/gamerwoo
moonlust series: chains ✿ ❥ | finished by @/sunlightwoo
the recordings of you ✿ ❥ ◘ | ongoing by @/juhaknyeonies
yours, but not yours ✰ | ongoing by @/gyukult
oneshots
gryffindor captain ✿ ❥ | wc: 17.1k by @/http-mianhae (i actually love seungcheol so much hes so sweet and screw those girls in that fic!! i was skeptical at first reading it cuz hp au but this is so good)
banana pancakes ✰ ✿ | wc: 12k by @/yoongiseesawmp3 (this is so cute i love this writer mwah mwah ur work is perfection🫶🫶)
in another life ✰ ✿ ❥ | wc: 9.3k by @/httpshannie (i cried at 2am reading this WHY DID HE DO THATAKSJSJEB i cried sent several texts to my friends ab it also i love this writer)
crossing boundaries ✰ ✿ | wc: 8.6k by @/wonusite
potential parent test ✿ | part 1 | part 2 | by @/soundofseventeen
the cake in the back ✰ | wc: 3.8k by @/toruro
suffocating. ✿ ❥ | wc: 3.3k by @/cheolbooluvr (i cried this was so sweet omg sjsjejwhahe i love communication ☹️)
the great war ✰ ✿ | wc: 41k by @/amourcheol
ice cold, cabin fever (ft mingyu) ✰ | part 1 | part 2 | wc: 25.9k by @/smileysuh
get you ✰ ✿ | part 1 | part 2 | wc: 8.9k, 12.2k by @/yoongiseesawmp3
sapiosexual ✰ | wc: 18.6k by @/smileysuh
cupid ✰ | wc: 9.3k by @/yoongiseesawmp3
control ✰ | wc: 8k by @/leejihoonownsmyheart
bite that lip ✰ ✿ | wc: 6.3k by @/beahae
couch comfort ✿ | wc: 6.3k by @/cheolism
in the eye of the beholder ✰ | wc: 6.2k by @/cheolism
down bad (so so bad) ✰ ✿ | wc: 5.7k by @/lovelyhan
lunch visit ✰ | wc: 5.3k by @/mimikookie
cherrycheolie ✰ | wc: 5.2k by @/smileysuh
blood moon ✰ | wc: 5k by @/smileysuh
just friends ✰ | wc: 5k by @/lvscoups
his hoodie ✰ | wc: 4.8k by @/drunk-on-dk
virtue of humility ✿ | wc: 4.8k by @/hannie-dul-set
hits different ❥ | wc: 4.7k by @/gleamingyu
angel (or devil) ✰ | wc: 4.2k by @/amourcheol
contusion confusion ✰ | wc: 4k by @/seungkwansphd
kick in the right direction ✿ | part 1 | part 2 | wc: 3.7k by @/httphannie
reliable ✰ | wc: 3.6k by @/ncteez
exam szn ✰ | wc: 3.3k by @/azamf
remind me ✿ | wc: 2.7k by @/milfgyuu
lusty gallant ✰ | wc: 2.6k by @/onlyseokmins
wedding night ✰ ✿ | wc: 2.3k by @/onlyhuis
big cock: for dummies ✰ | wc: 2.3k by @/ncteez
teach me ✰ | wc: 2.2k by @/raibebe
overflowed ✰ | wc: 2.2k by @/duhnova
keep it quiet ✰ | wc: 2.1k by @/jaemified
brighter days ahead ✿ | wc: 1.7k by @/renaiswriting
frozen cold proposal ✿ | wc: 1.5k by @/cheolism
when he finds out your sick through the internet ✿ | wc: 1.5k by @/wonwoonlight
drabbles
take care ✰ | wc: 0.6k by @/toruro
04:15 AM ✿ | wc: 0.3k by @/fairyhaos
when you miss seungcheol but you’re going on a trip to jeju without him ✿ | by @/wonwoonlight
baby making ✰ | by @/sluttywoozi
you’ve always had cold hands ✿ | by @/savventeen
birthday sex ✰ | by @/idyllic-ghost
pregnancy cravings ✿ | by @/yikesmary
“sorry” ❥ | by @/som1ig
note: i havent fully read all the smaus so idk how angsty or fluffy they are
note: i think u can tell how much i love him here
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