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softestqueeen · 4 months

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slipping and gliding pt. 1

pairing: natasha romanoff x afab!reader

summary: When the Avengers spend a day at the local water park, you start to see a certain redhead in a different light. You’ve never had anything with a woman before, but Natasha doesn’t mind showing you what feels good.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! semi-public sex, fingering, shower sex, inexperienced reader, shy reader, kissing, pet names (sweetheart)

wordcount: 2053 words

a/n: Yess, finally I’m writing something that’s wlw! I’ve wanted to do this for quite some time, and this is the perfect scenario. Enjoy <3

After a few incredibly stressful weeks, filled with mission after mission, Tony Stark decided that the Avengers needed a little break. So, he did what was every teenagers wet dream. (pun intended)

He rented out a whole water park.

Jup. The whole thing, just for the lot of you.

But you didn’t mind it. You could lounge around, eat for free at the buffet, and when laying in the sun got too hot you could go for a swim or try out the huge slide, which was the highlight of the park.

You, the other girls of the team, and also a few of the other SHIELD agents, like Maria Hill were lounging around, when you suddenly had the urge to go down that huge slide. It just looked like so much fun and you definitely needed an adrenaline rush that was not induced by the possibility of getting killed.

You got up, announced to the group that you would check out the slide and off you were. After a few meters you noticed someone joining you.

When you looked to the side you saw your colleague and good friend Natasha Romanoff falling into step with you.

“You can only use the slide with someone else. There are only swimming rings for two. But I’ll gladly go with you.”, after that the redhead sent you a wink and a smile. Only a small whispered ‘thank you’ left your lips before you looked ahead of you again and got lost in your thoughts.

Did she always look this good? This was the first time you noticed how smooth her hair falls over her shoulder or how beautiful the head looks that sits on that pretty neck. Her skin was flawless, and she looked like she just stepped out of a magazine. You could see why she was called the most beautiful Avenger.

Did you feel attracted to Natasha? No, that’s impossible. You’ve never felt something for another woman, nor had something with one and you and Nat were only friends! Why did she suddenly make you feel this way?

It seemed like it was only getting warmer and warmer and you were glad that you were about to go on that slide and get into the icy water.

The two of you were silent on the way up, the stairs seeming to stretch into eternity. But before you could overthink your feelings even more, the two of you arrived at the top and the instructor showed you how to sit down on the swimming ring.

Nat sat down into the first opening, and you sat down in front of her. You both laid down flat and you laid onto her, your head between her boobs and your lower back touched her most intimate parts.

Being this close to her made you feel some kind of way. You didn’t have too much time to think about it though, because in the next moment you were sliding down, and all other thoughts were gone.

You and Nat enjoyed the short but exciting ride, screaming in excitement . You hit the water and felt Natashas body covering yours before she smoothly slid up from you and dived to the surface. You followed after her and when you both resurfaced and made eye contact, you broke out into laughter.

It seemed like everything went back to normal, though you still couldn't get her out of you head and stop your racing mind.

You returned the ring and made you way back to the towels and lounge chairs. Once there you grabbed a towel and a fresh bathing suit.

“I’m going to head to the lockers, I need to put on a dry bathing suit.”, you told Nat before heading to the building where the lockers were. There were also showers and changing rooms inside of it, so all of it was easily accessible.

You entered the building and went to the showers. Putting down your towel and dry change, you were about to take off your bikini when you felt two hands grabbing your waist and turning you around.

You could just make out Nat’s face before she pressed you against the wall and pressed her lips to yours. You let out a surprised gasp before you got lost in her taste, her scent seeming to overwhelm you. She grabbed your waist again and pulled your wet bodies against each other before she grabbed your ass with her free hand. The sudden action made you gasp, and Nat didn’t waste this opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Her hands start to roam your body and you were getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

When you both pulled away, Nat whispered against your lips. “I know you want this too, sweetheart.”

You just nodded, not listening to what she was actually saying. You just wanted, no needed, to feel her lips against yours again. You put one of your hands on the back of her neck and the other one went to her waist.

You pulled her in and connected your lips again. Both your and Nat’s hands were now freely roaming and groping each other. You were sure that the wetness you were feeling did not just come from the pool.

You were kissing a little more before you felt Nat’s thigh between your legs, pressing up against you, stimulating your clit and making you moan into her mouth. She kept on moving her thigh and squeezing your hips, holding you in place. It didn’t take long before you felt Nat’s hand roaming again and wandering towards your middle.

You were quick to catch her wrist, stopping her from going any further. She pulled away and looked at you, puzzled, because she thoughts that’s what you wanted.

“I’m sorry Nat. I haven’t done any of this before.”, you told her while looking at the floor, not daring to look into her eyes that you were sure were filled with anger towards you.

But Nat was having none of it and put a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet her understanding and soft gaze.

“You’ve never had sex before? Sweetheart are you a virgin?”, she asked you without a hint of deception in her voice.

“Well, I had sex before, just never with a woman. I guess in that aspect; yea, I’m still a virgin.”, you answered with a sheepish smile and a blush on your cheeks.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good. Trust me.”, she whispered against your lips before she kissed you again and you believed her every word.

She kept pressing her thigh against you and you slowly started to meet her thrusts and grind down on her, slowly gaining more confidence.

Her hands started roaming your body again, while you were still holding onto her neck and waist. Her hand was slowly wandering towards your core again, but before she touched you, she pulled away.

“Is it okay when I touch you here, sweetheart?”, she asked you.

You just nodded before pressing your lips against hers again.

Her hands travelled towards your wet pussy, going under your bikini bottom. You let out a soft gasp when you felt her hand moving between your folds. She tested out the waters by spreading your wetness around, caressing your folds before making contact with your swollen clit.

Feeling her at your sensitive clit made you moan into her mouth. The kiss wasn’t as heated anymore but slowed down felt more intimate. Her thigh stopped pressing against you now that her hand took over.

She removed her hand and pulled away, making you whine and chase her lips.

“Patience, sweetheart.”, were the only words that left her mouth before she opened the strings on your bikini top.

Her thigh went back to your cunt, stimulating you while she started caress your boobs. She slowly traced them with featherlight touches before she went over to straight up groping you. You let out moans and whimpers at the stimulation you were getting both from her thigh and her hands.

Her hands on you felt incredible and you wished you could feel her on you forever. She leaned forwards and started to trail kissed over your boobs and over your sternum. Your hand moved from her neck into her hair when you felt her lips on one of your perked nipples.

She slightly sucked on it and circled her lips around it, just how you imagined she would do it with your clit. The thought of her mouth on your cunt made a new flood of wetness rush to your core.

She repeated the same treatment on your other breast before she completely pulled away.

“How about we take this to the shower?”, she asked you with a smile on her face.

“That sounds good.”, you answered her, but you were quickly left speechless when you saw Nat taking off her black bathing suit.

She was breathtaking. She was always beautiful but seeing her completely bare was something else. The soft curve of her breasts and hips, her toned stomach and legs that seem to go on forever.

She took your hand in hers to lead you to one of the showers and once she turned around you could see a small tattoo adorning her lower back. That simple fact made her seem even more human and vulnerable, the fact that under that beautiful façade was a human being that had gone through so much.

But once she put on the shower and you felt the droplets of water gliding down your bodies all other thoughts were erased from your mind. All that was left was the sight of Natasha under the stream of water, momentarily closing her eyes to feel the warm water.

You joined her under the spray, pressing your lips against hers. She was quick to press you against the wall again, immediately taking over.

The kiss got more intense, and her hand went to your pussy again. She started to slide between your folds and circled your clit, finding a steady rhythm.

Once you’ve gotten used to the feeling of her hand against you, Nat took it a step further. With her middle finger she entered your tight pussy, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. She slowly started to pump her finger in and out of you, slowly adding a second finger while her thumb was stroking your clit, and her other hand was groping your ass. Your hips were moving against her hand and your wet bodies were pressed together, gliding over each other, the steady stream of the water only made it more sensual.

When she added a third finger you could feel the coil in your stomach starting to tighten. Nat could feel you clench around her fingers and started pumping them faster, also adding to the pressure on your clit.

You came with shout that was muffled by Nat’s mouth, while she was gradually becoming slower, helping you through your orgasm.

Once you calmed down, she pulled her fingers out of you and gently cupped your face. She pecked your lips before pulling you completely under the stream of the shower with her. She left for a moment, getting some shower gel that was provided and started washing you, her hands gliding over your body making you all worked up again. She lathered shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp and making you melt into her hands.

Once she was done, you felt the urge to feel her body again, so you gave her the same treatment; gently washing her body and her hair.

Nat pecked your lips once again, before turning off the shower and getting a towel, drying your body and hair before doing the same with herself. Both of you got dressed in some dry clothing.

But before the two of you left the locker area, Nat turned to you.

“How about we cut this little trip short and continue with what we started, sweetheart?”, she asked you, a breathtaking smile on her lips and no shame about her suggestion.

“There’s nothing I’d rather do.”, you truthfully answered before taking her hand in yours, excited about what she has in store for you, once you were back at the tower.

a/n: i'm thinking about writing a part 2, so please tell me if you's like to see/read one. i hope you liked this, if so please leave some notes, likes, reblogs and comments! feedback is very appreciated!

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vlrspace · 2 months

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there was never a time where the atmosphere was this thick with tension, gojo thinks, never with you at least.

his slender fingers dug tightly into the leather covered wheel, white brows meeting in the middle of his forehead as his cerulean eyes focus on the road ahead. how comical, of course it’s raining outside, accompanied with purple and white strikes appearing across the sky.

gojo gazes at you from the corner of his eyes, he’s desperately trying to ignore the churn of his heart at the sight of you. soft arms wrapped around your frame, fully embracing yourself and seeking comfort in a pair of arms that aren’t his. streaks of maskara coating the red apples of your cheeks, as you lean your head against the window.

he can’t decide what’s worse; the fact that you haven’t even spoke, let alone look at him ever since you two left or that he can’t find anyone else to blame, but himself.

truly, he hadn’t known about the invitation of his ex girlfriend by his parents. a vicious move on their end, just to taunt you with the thought that gojo could always do better than you.

his ex, who is a true golden girl, the definition of a perfect woman every parent desire their children to be with. however, she was far from the ideal partner, with her cunning and self absorbed nature. sure, she’s beautiful and comes from a wealthy family, like gojo, but she only ever cared about putting up a good show for the world. everything with her were non existent, unlike with you.

gojo is aware of how, unfortunately, his parents aren’t particularly fond of you and frankly, he doesn’t care.

the familiar silhouette of your home is visible in the distance and the white haired male tries to calm down his thoughts, to centralise them about making you stay with him. gojo thinks that it’s ridiculous how tied to you he really feels, how dependent he is on you and in such short time as well. six months were enough to make him obsessed with you, it’s utterly pathetic.

the buzzing of the engine comes to a stop and you get yourself ready to exit the car, but gojo locks the car before you even could reach the handle. the action makes you turn towards him, confused and nervous as you wait for him to talk.

“i’m so sorry” his sentence comes out shaky and breathless, his body wholly facing you, blue gaze never wavering away from yours. “i’m so fucking sorry” his shoulders are shaking, pools of tears leaking from the corner of his eyes.

with quiet sobs, he reaches for you, his hands carefully placing themselves on your waist, softly cradling you closer to him. the action makes your eyes widen, you’ve never seen gojo so vulnerable before. he threw his tie on the backseat the second you two entered the vehicle, along with his suit and his button up is halfway undone.

“you deserve so much better” his words are barely audible between the hiccups, his forehead gently pressing against yours as a hand comes up to wipe your tears away. “so much better than me”

gojo blames himself for the way his parents treated you at the dinner party, you realise, belittling you and throwing snarky remarks in front of everyone when his ex arrived. even though gojo stood up for you and got into an argument with his family, those words still hurt you.

“but i don’t ever want to let you go, you’re my everything. i didn’t know what home felt like till i met you, what love really was. i don’t have to pretend to be someone else when i’m with you and you make me feel whole” the desperation of his voice makes your heart break, you can feel his hold on you a little unsteady. “it’s you that i want, you make feel a better man and i love you so much it makes my heart hurt” he stutters out, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, before pulling away from you.

“i don’t care what they think, i belong with you” your breath hitches in your throat as his words hit you with full force. not only that, but there is no hesitation in his voice and his face is full of seriousness.

“satoru..” you whisper out finally and reach for your seatbelt. swiftly unlocking it, you throw yourself at him, lips pressing against each other feverishly.

your hands curl around his neck, fingers disappearing in his white hair and you feel him wrap around your waist and move you into his lap. gojo’s tongue pushes into your mouth, salvaging every inch he touches. one of his hands cradles your cheek, thumb gently stroking your soft skin and you feel his other hand slowly moving you against him.

you’re the first one to pull away, just barely a few inches between you, gojo’s hips thrusting upwards to meet yours in the middle. both of your breaths are heavy and the atmosphere is now filled with a different type of tension. the sound of rain sounds distant, you can’t seem to care about the on going storm outside anymore. all you care about is gojo, the love of your life.

“i love you so much” your words are whispered against his lips as he leans up to capture yours in a kiss again.

if gojo wasn’t so occupied with you right now, he would laugh at his parents’ poor attempt to break you two apart. he knows his parent finally realised, how much you mean to him and the growing fear within them taken over.

satoru would do anything for you, even if it meant abandoning the great gojo empire just to be with you.

@/vrlspace, 2024

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #satoru gojō x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #vlrwrites

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sharedramblings · 1 year

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Morning Kisses

Summary: You finally decided to act on it.

Author's note: Did I made a side blog just to share this? Yes. Do I think it's good? No. Am I a good writer? Also no. Will I still post it despite that? Yes, absolutely. This isn't beta read, just so everyone knows. Criticism and feedback are definitely welcome.

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You stretched out your limbs as you slowly woke up from your sleep, hands grabbing Larissa's pillow.

"Good morning" you muttered sleepily, inhaling the scent that lingers on the soft cushion.

"Good morning, darling. Do you feel rested?"

You just hummed in return, blindly searching for your phone to check the time. Still a bit early.

You sat up slowly, shaking the remnants of sleep out of you. You stare at her covered back first, moving to her face which you could see through the mirror. She already showered, and was currently preparing herself for the day. She fixed the last of her foundation before she regarded you in that same mirror.

"Is everything okay?" You smiled and gave her a nod.

"Just got mesmerized with your beauty" Now it's her turn to smile, despite the eye roll she paired it with.

You decided to get up and leave the bed as it is. You'll tidy it up later. For now, you have something else in your mind.

"Do you need to leave soon?" You stopped in her back, hands resting on her shoulders. Larissa picks up her phone and you wait for her answer.

"I have time to spare. Why?" She resumed with what she was doing, letting you massage her shoulders lightly.

"May I?" You gaze at her lovingly, chin resting on her shoulder while your hands are fiddling with the tie of her robe.

"Darling, we don't have enough time for that" She replies back, her face alight with a barely held back smile, eyes shining with playfulness.

You understood what she was pertaining to, but that wasn't what you were after. Not today at least.

"That's not what I meant," You kissed her temple, short and sweet. "Can I show you instead?"

Her gaze stays on you, the playfulness giving way to curiosity, before nodding her head in a silent go ahead. You smile at her before finally untying her robe. Your hands went back to her shoulders, slowly peeling it off of her. Your eyes went down to the newly exposed skin, placing the first kiss on the junction where her neck and shoulders meet. Your quick and soft kisses followed the length of her shoulder, some are fleeting and others with more pressure.

Larissa lets out a contented sigh, her skin abuzzed where she can feel your lips venture next. She can't decide how she wants to savor the way you seem determined to kiss every inch of her skin– if she wants to close her eyes or watch your every move.

"What's gotten into you?" A soft smile overtakes her features while you pepper more kisses on her shoulder blade.

She can feel the ghost of a smile that must have been in your lips before she heard you utter, "Courage"

She turned her head to regard you, "Courage?"

You hummed, lips going back to the upper part of her shoulder to travel down the joint that connects to her arm.

You pause your ministrations for a while, hands busy taking the robe off of her arms. It's your turn now to look at her, the distance between your faces almost nonexistent.

"I've been meaning to do this for some time now." you whispered, not wanting to disturb the serene atmosphere surrounding you both in the early time of day.

"And what made you act now?" Her voice is deeper, richer than her usual timbre.

"I can't put it off any longer. I'm afraid I'll go mad if I won't have the chance to do this at least once"

Her heart thunders in her chest. You've always watched her do her morning routine, and while she loves your unwavering attention on her during those times, this– the way you kiss her body with so much devotion– she loves even more, she decides.

"Besides, you told me you have a few minutes. That's a very clear cue if I'm being honest, one that I'll gladly take"

When Larissa's robe lies on her hips and she sits half-naked, you embraced her and held her chin with your forefinger, indirectly ordering her to look in the mirror. You caught her eyes, a question rolling off your tongue.

"Will you allow me the chance, my love?"

You've been dreaming of kissing her just like this. You dreamt of worshipping her in such an intimate way. Not that you don't on any chance you get, but you want to show it in every possible way you can think of. She is the love of your life, the one you want to spend the entirety of it with, your constant and your favorite; you are hers in any and every meaning of that very word, and you want her to always remember that.

She whispered her approval, loving the way you held her still. She made a remark of not wanting you to go mad, which made you chuckle a little. Then you smiled and thanked her, but before going back to what you were lovingly doing, you told her, "By all means continue with your make-up, I'd hate to be the reason you'll be late"

You both know she hates it. She does not like tardiness because time is of the essence. But... maybe, maybe just this once she will allow herself to be late. There's always a first for everything, she supposed.

"I believe that's impossible" You've resumed showing your love with your lips on her upper arm now, one hand on the other to caress and squeeze.

"Just try" You muttered in between kisses. You let go of her arm so she can move freely, as freely as possible while you occupy the other.

And she did. Larissa did try. Yet she can't bring herself to focus elsewhere when you go kiss after kiss without pause and break. Your movements were gentle, loving, and unhurried. It feels like time isn't something you're bothered by, that you'd truly rather spend every second kissing her entirely than do anything else. You showed your admiration not only with the kisses you showered her, but also with the open fondness evident in your eyes, as well as the way you lovingly hold her hand in yours.

She opted to watch you, not daring to try again with the supposed task at hand. She watched you place kiss upon kiss in her skin, how your eyes drink everything that is her, how your fingers rub at the back of her hand– and all at once the warmth your actions provided feels overwhelmingly pleasant and addicting, a feeling she knew would be committed to memory.

Soon, your journey has you in its end. Her palm facing your lips as you pressed the last kiss on the center. Her fingers twitched, and you smiled as the movement caught your attention.

Larissa thought you were done, but then you turned her hand and kissed the back of it. Your eyes were closed, lips still pressed on her hand, and she took the moment to bite her lip. The happiness which envelops her can't be sustained. You savored the moment and inhaled, opening your eyes to stare at her sapphire eyes. "I'm forever yours."

With that, she pulls you close to her, lips seeking yours in a languid kiss. You accepted her every move, relishing on the sweetness and the affection laced in it. It feels like you've been blessed by a divine being, one you've devoted all your time and effort to.

You two were catching your breaths when you reluctantly pulled apart, eyes immediately searching for the other's. You wanted to live in that bubble for a little longer, but you still have to continue so you gathered yourself before starting on the other side of her body. This time you paired it up with sweet nothings in between kisses, and you love how her current blissful state intensifies even more.

Maybe this could be more of a usual occurrence than a one time thing. Who knows. If a few more minutes before officially starting the day consists of such a tender moment, then you're both willing to modify a couple of things in your routine.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

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garnetblackwater · 12 days

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The Rustle of Leaves

Human female x forest guardian

Chapter 5-A Wandering Mind

The week following was a blur for Vanessa. Most weeks were fairly monotonous, going to lectures either as a student or teaching assistant, grading papers, just general college things, but this week was different. Monday was full of excitement, of course everyone was losing their minds over the blatant head wound covered in a bandage, shoulder bandaged, and band aids covering her legs. Her friends were constantly asking if she needed anything, especially one Carter Rosmund aka Cyclops, much to his chagrin. He had made many arguments for other x-men, mostly wolverine, but they always fell on deaf ears. Carter stood at 6 foot 3 and genetics had been kind to him. Sun kissed skin, short brown hair, broad shoulders, and blue eyes. He wasn’t extremely buff but he obviously took care of his body, and others noticed. But he only had eyes for one person.

“Vanessa what happened? You sent that picture then radio silence. Are you alright?” He reached for her face to give it a once over.

Vanessa pulled his hands away, “It looks worse than it actually is. I just fell a bit.”

“Just? And how does one fall a bit?” Carter asked skeptically.

“Well. You know. You slip on an outcropping, tumble a bit, and then pass out for an hour or two.” The last few words lost in a mumble.

“Ness!” Vanessa cringed at the nickname, “Did you go to a hospital? Do you still need to?” Carter was uneasy, “I’m sure Professor X will be fine with us missing class considering the way you look.”

“You worry too much. I was checked over and I’m fine. Now let's go before we are late. I have a reputation to uphold.” And Vanessa marched on ahead of him. She really was fine, all thanks to Ten. Whatever he had done really did take the pain away. The wounds were still healing but they didn’t slow her down. She was lost to her thoughts again. The memory of Ten. The gentleness of his touch. The surprising warmth of him. She could feel that same warmth swim over her and settle in her chest. She could feel his lips ghost over her knuckles again. It all swam through her head, along with the worry. Worry of what was to come, and what she was to give in return.

“Ness you sure you don’t need me to get anything for you? You haven't been able to focus all day, let alone hear anything I’ve said.” Carter had been hovering around any free moment he had since the morning. He offered his arm for her to lean on.

“My legs work just fine. I can get around no problem. I just have a lot on my mind.” Vanessa kept walking towards the library.

“You’re not feeling light headed? Need to lie down or anything?” Carter stopped in front of her looking into her eyes. He started to reach for her face.

“Calm down jeeze. You’re like a helicopter mom. I’m fine, I swear. Don’t you have class?” She swatted his hand away, and kept walking.

Carter checked his watch, she was right, but he didn’t want to go. “If you need anything just ask, got it? Even if it's just to talk.” His tone was serious. Vanessa knew that wasn’t an option. She knew Carter’s intentions were good and that his heart was in the right place but..

How long before an inch becomes a mile? Best to keep distance.

“Okay Dad whatever you say. I’m fine, just go.” Vanessa missed the way he hesitated at her words. Didn’t see the need in his eyes, but the focus of her mind was elsewhere. No matter what she did her mind trailed back to the forest. Everything happened so fast and it was so unclear. The uncertainty made her anxious. Her sleeping was sporadic and her focus nonexistent. Any free time she had was spent pouring through books and various websites looking for any answer to put her at ease. Before she knew it, it was Friday night. She was in her kitchen with Sandy baking. Sandy had decided on berry muffins, mostly because she had a craving for some, but they were also very portable. “I mean who doesn't like muffins? Especially blueberry muffins, ya know? Classic. Delicious. Van, are you even listening?”

Vanessa was pulled from her thoughts as she was taking the last batch out of the oven.”Listening to what? You stuff your face while I do all the work?” Sandy gave an over the top gasp. “I’m sorry Cheeks, I’m just nervous for tomorrow.”

“Nervous for what? Wait. Hold up. Was he hot? The guy that saved you. Need a wing man?” Sandy joked but Vanessa’s stomach turned at her words. She had no idea what would happen once she went back. Her mind had jumped through many hoops during the week, some not so savory.

Vanessa took a deep breath, hoping to stop the incessant spiral of her thoughts, “I promise I don’t need a wing man. Though he was definitely attractive.” Vanessa could not deny that she held a level of attraction for Ten. Even when her thoughts went to unsavory places, she did not always mind. There was also a level of comfort she felt when he held her. She remembered his gentle touch, but also the way he held her. Secure and safe? It only made her nerves spur on.

Sandy’s eyes sparkled with glee, “Oh shit! Okay Van Van, let's get your man then!” The rest of the night was fueled by Sandy’s determination. Outfit planning, plans to get them alone, any scheme to get him to notice.

The drive the next morning was anything but quiet. While Vanessa could feel the pit of despair in her stomach, Sandy was absolutely jamming!

“Van Van you have to get in the mood! Pump yourself up!” Sandy bobbed her head and shimmied her shoulders. “Come on Van!” Vanessa gave in and danced along with her. Maybe Sandy was right, just have to get in the right mood.

#alexa play all for you by janet jackson #Might try to start posting these on a weekly schedule #I have a bit of buffer now #I'll post maybe something random in the middle of the week #more for me than anything #I kind of like keeping myself on a schedule #writing #monster boyfriend #monster lover #forest monster #monster fucker #monster romance #monster #monster x human

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hairstevington · 1 year

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flowers and ink (part 4)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve are officially gonna go out. But where?? Thankfully, their friends are invested and ready to help.

(part 1, part 2, part 3, link to Ao3)

Word Count: 2K (bit of a short update, but next one will be longer!)

Warnings: Tattoo artist/Florist pairing, modern day au, Eddie is a SIMP, oh hi Gareth!, codependent Stobin, hot messery, just a bunch of cute shit throughout tbh

A/N: I'm back! Shout out to @gregre369 for 1) being a top fan and 2) suggesting this date idea. You are an MVP, dear reader <3

“Okay,” Eddie said with a firm nod. “So, now we just have to decide where to go, right?”

They heard a heavy sigh from the phone on the table, followed by the noise that iPhones make when a call is disconnected.

“Damn,” Steve chuckled as he put his phone back in his pocket. “I was hoping we could use her as a lifeline or something.”

“That’s probably why she hung up,” Eddie retorted. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone sigh that loudly before in such a genuine way. Like, she’s really done with us.”

“Yeah, I hear her sigh like that about once a week,” Steve responded. “You get used to it.”

Eddie hoped that he’d be around these two long enough to get used to it, but maybe he was ahead of himself. They still had to plan a date.

“Probably my fault,” Eddie said, shrugging. “For assuming you two were together.”

“Oh, that?” Steve asked, unfazed. “No, that happens all the time. It’s my fault for constantly forgetting that we look like a couple.”

“You really do,” Eddie replied with a smirk. “But it’s all cleared up now, right?”

“Right,” Steve agreed. He brought his hand back up to run through his hair. “And now we’re alone, so we just have to -”

“Hey, wait!” Eddie interrupted. He ran to the counter and grabbed Steve’s wrist, then pulled it down and turned it so the palm was facing up. There were splatters of ink smudged all over his hand. “Don’t want you to get this in your hair.”

“Oh, shit,” Steve said once he saw it. “Must have been from my little project this morning.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie asked, coyly. “What were you working on?” Steve took his free hand and reached over the counter to grab the rose from Eddie, but Eddie pulled his hand away. “No way, you’re not getting this thing back.”

“You like it that much, huh?” Steve teased. He leaned back to standing again, then flipped his hair with a quick jerk of his neck, revealing more ink behind his ear.

“Dude, you -” Eddie almost laughed, but wasn’t sure if they’d reached that point in their relationship yet. “You got some more right here.”

Eddie took his index finger and traced it where the spots were, then presented the blackened pad of his finger in front of Steve’s face.

“Aw, shit,” Steve groaned, half annoyed and half amused. “Now you’re inked, too.”

“I think I’ll survive,” Eddie responded. He rolled his sleeves up to reveal his arms almost entirely covered in tattoos. “Not the first time, won’t be the last.” Steve followed the designs up Eddie’s skin, entranced, then nodded.

“Okay,” Steve said, holding his hand up and away from everything around him to avoid spreading the black ink any more than he already had. “I’m gonna go to the sink in the back and take care of this, but I’ll text you in a bit and we can set something up, okay?”

“Sounds good,” Eddie agreed. He had to get going anyway, because he had an appointment coming up. Although, he was pretty sure it was some kind of prank call because the name was clearly fake. Dick Johnson. Yeah, okay.

He walked back to Ink About It, still clutching the rose, but doing so delicately so as not to ruin it and/or get more ink on himself.

Eddie was bluffing before. Sure, he was used to being around ink and getting tattooed, but he always wore gloves. It was a hassle to get the stuff off his skin generally, he just couldn’t help but tease Steve about it. Now, he looked like he just came from the police station and ran away before they could finish fingerprinting him.

He could make that comparison because he may or may not have had experience being fingerprinted.

He opened the door and saw Dick Johnson in the flesh - waiting eagerly with a grin.

“Munson!” he said, jumping up.

“Gareth!” Eddie greeted back, surprised. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“What do you think?” Gareth replied, walking over to Eddie to give him the kind of half-assed bro-hug that guys do. Eddie instinctively hid the rose behind his back as they embraced, then realized how stupid that was.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I’m trying to hide this,” Eddie said, holding the rose up.

“Yeah, why were you?” Gareth teased.

“I dunno. It’s new.”

“Oh shiiiiiiit,” Gareth said, smiling. “Is Heart-Eyes Munson back?”

That was a joke from high school. Heart-Eyes Munson. Eddie didn’t tend to fall for people, but when he did, he fell hard.

“He works at the flower shop across the street,” he explained.

“Well, that’s fucking cute,” Gareth noted.

“Tell me about it,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes. He couldn’t believe how much he liked Steve already. “Well, Dick Johnson, I’m going to put this with the others and then we can get started.”

“Others?” Gareth asked, extremely amused. “This man has sent you others?”

“Shut up,” Eddie replied, biting his lip to keep from smirking.

Steve underestimated how hard it was to get ink off of his skin. Seriously, he scrubbed his hand and neck raw and he could still see the dark splotches.

Still worth it though, because he’d turned Eddie into a flower guy. Not only that, but their crushes on each other were officially out in the open, and a date was in their near future.

Steve loved the dating part. Once he knew someone was interested, the rest was easy. He just had to figure out where he’d take Eddie first. He usually went for coffee, but he felt like they were past coffee. Maybe a drink at his favorite bar. Or, they could go to the park. Was that too gay?

Maybe. But also, they were gay. So it was on brand.

Steve dried off his hands and neck (which were now bright red and therefore no less ridiculous-looking) and headed back out to the front counter to resume working on the pruning he’d been doing before Eddie came in.

There was ink on the shears. God dammit. Back to the sink.

This time, he brought his phone and dialed Robin so he could talk to her, because this job was a whole lot better with her around, even just on the phone.

“You’re both idiots,” she answered.

“We know,” Steve replied. “It gets worse.”

“How? What did you do this time?”

“I got ink everywhere,” Steve admitted.

“Jesus Christ,” Robin groaned. “Do I have to come in on my day off and fix it?”

“No, I can fix it. But you should come in on your day off to keep me company.” Robin chuckled in response.

“You know what the worst part is?” she asked. “I already picked up my keys.”

“So, what are you in town for?” Eddie asked as he set up for Gareth’s tattoo.

“We’re playing at this bar downtown tonight. I was actually gonna ask if you were free to come see us?”

“Hell yeah!” Eddie replied with enthusiasm. “Even if I wasn’t free, I’d make time. I’m glad to hear you guys are still playing.”

“Yeah, we stumbled a bit after losing our star guitarist,” Gareth teased pointedly, “- but we got back on our feet eventually.”

“Sorry about that,” Eddie muttered. He’d left the band after graduation so he could skip town and get a fresh start. Abandoning Gareth and the others was the only thing that gave him any hesitation. He missed it, obviously, but he liked his new life. It was stable.

“Water under the bridge, my guy,” Gareth responded casually. Eddie knew there were no hard feelings, but he did regret losing touch with his old buddies from high school. “Anyway, you should bring Flower Boy tonight.”

“His name is Steve.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna call him Flower Boy,” Gareth smirked. Eddie put the needle to the skin, and felt Gareth twitch just a little. “I’d love to meet the man who turned my dear old friend into a total sap.”

“I’m not a sap, okay?” Eddie insisted. His focus remained on the sword he was outlining on Gareth’s forearm. “Fuck you, I’m tough as shit.” Gareth chuckled.

“Right, my bad. Anyway, are you gonna bring him?”

“I dunno, I’d have to see if he’s free,” Eddie said with a shrug. “We also haven’t technically gone out yet.”

“Dude, seriously?” Gareth asked playfully. “Shit, now I really want to meet this guy.”

“Yeah, seriously,” Eddie chuckled. He knew how ridiculous this whole thing was. “I think he’s gonna plan something and then text me, I dunno.”

“Or,” Gareth suggested. “You could beat him to the punch and invite him to a kickass show at a bar.”

It wasn’t a bad idea, actually. They could drink, listen to music, and if the whole thing turned out to be a bad match then Eddie still got to see his old friends.

“Okay, fine. I’ll text him as soon as I’m done with this,” Eddie said.

“Cool,” Gareth replied. “Hey, you really wanna impress this guy?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm,” he said with a mischievous smile. “Then I think I have an idea.”

“Ummmmm you coulddddd….” Robin said as she sat on the counter. “Take him to that one-woman show that’s playing downtown.”

They’d been shooting date ideas back and forth for like an hour. They ran out of normal ideas after ten minutes, and since then it had gotten unhinged.

“God Robin, if you want to know about that show so bad just go to it yourself,” Steve replied.

“No, because what if I hate it?” she asked. “Who puts all that work into a show and then refuses to advertise what it’s about?”

“I think she’s banking on people going just to find out,” Steve answered.

“Well, yeah,” Robin agreed. “But I’m not about to spend money to watch something cringy or boring or - god - what could one person have to talk about for that long?”

“You once talked to me for three hours about why the movie Pitch Perfect should have been gayer,” Steve reminded her.

“Yeah, because Beca and Chloe were obviously in love,” Robin responded plainly. “And, for the record, two of those hours we were watching the movie.”

“Fair enough,” Steve replied with a smile. He remembered that night fondly, actually. He’d seen the movie before so it’s not like he was missing anything. Plus, wine was involved.

“So, it’s a no on the one-woman show?” Robin teased.

“No chance in hell,” Steve confirmed. His phone buzzed in his pocket, so he took it out and was happy to see a text from Eddie. He read it, intrigued. “Or, we could go see a band play at a bar downtown.”

“Did he text you just now?” Robin asked, jumping off the counter. “Oh my god!”

“Calm down or I’ll start freaking out, too!” Steve said as he opened the message and started responding. He and Robin had this thing where their emotions tended to mirror each other. When one got excited about something, so did the other. Some might call it codependency, but they’d had no issue with it so far.

“Okay, so getting a drink with the guy sounds decent enough. Casual, fun, low-stress,” Robin reasoned. “You gonna go for it?”

“Yeah, I guess so. It’s tonight,” Steve said, typing a response.

“Aw, well I’ll miss our movie night, but it’s not like we won’t see each other,” she joked. “Besides, this is important.”

“I already asked if you could come and he said yes,” Steve explained.

“Oh, thank GOD,” Robin cheered. “Because you know I gotta see this.” She peered over to look at the text exchange between Steve and Eddie and then burst out laughing.

“What?” Steve asked. She waited until her laughter died down to respond.

“He asks you out, and the first thing you do is make sure you can bring my gay ass,” she explained. “You are such a doofus, but god I love you so much.”

He finished out his shift and then they went home to get ready together for Steve’s first date with Eddie.

Maybe in most situations it would have been weird, but at this point Eddie was well aware that he was getting into a package deal.

Here goes nothing.

(part 5)

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borahaerhy · 2 years

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hi could you make a fluff imagine where joon and y/n are fighting alot recently and its lostly readers jealousy y of the women namjoon works with so he just treats her to a cute date and comforts her

of course!!

Jealousy - knj

Genre: Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Assumed cheating, overthinking, lots of tears.

Word count: 3.1k (sorry I got a bit carried away)

I hope you like it!!

You had met Namjoon when you were both seniors in college. It was the closest thing to love at first sight you’d ever experienced. You locked eyes from across the dining hall, he stood from his seat and walked over to you and sat across from you and started talking. If anyone were to ask him, he’d say he knew from the second he laid eyes on you that he was going to marry you some day.

You moved in together right after graduation, a small apartment just big enough for the two of you while you figured out what you wanted to do with your lives. You both had gotten jobs, nothing fancy, but it was enough to pay the bills. Neither of you needed anything more; as long as you had each other, you knew everything was going to be okay.

You’d been living together for two years when you finally had something that resembled financial stability, and as soon as you reached it, Namjoon had gotten a promotion. The promotion came with a new, big office with a great view of the city, a very generous pay raise, and an assistant.

You were ecstatic to hear the news, Namjoon coming home with a huge grin on his face and flowers in his hand as he announced the news. You jumped into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist as he dropped the flowers to the ground to hold onto you as you kissed him, so proud that all of his hard work was finally beginning to pay off.

The promotion came with more hours, so you weren’t at all worried when Namjoon had started coming home at increasingly later times. You had actually started to feel bad about eating dinner so many nights a week without him as he was stuck at the office until well past when you’d eat.

One night, you decided to surprise him. You started cooking as soon as you’d gotten home from work; putting together his favorite meal so that you could bring it to him in the office, so the two of you could have dinner together at least one night this week. You smiled to yourself as you smoothed down your dress, one you knew had been a favorite of Namjoon’s. You stepped into the office building with the meal in a tote bag you had slung over your shoulder as the receptionist you had known for years greeted you with a smile, gesturing for you to go ahead up.

You had been to this building many times before, and to Namjoon’s new office once or twice, so you didn’t need anyone to show you around. You walked up to his office and pushed open the ajar door with a smile wide on your face, only for it to fall when you saw his own, wide smile.

There Namjoon sat next to his assistant, a pretty young woman who adorned simple makeup and a skirt so short it didn’t even hit mid-thigh as she had her legs crossed, as they both laughed at something someone had said. Takeout containers were strewn over his desk as Namjoon shoved another bite of food into his mouth. Neither of them had noticed you, too lost in their own conversation to notice you standing there.

You cleared your throat and forced a small smile onto your lips as Namjoon looked up at you, his smile falling slightly as he furrowed his brow, cocking his head to the side as he quickly swallowed his food.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He wiped his fingers off on a napkin before he stood.

“I was just uh, going to bring you something to eat, but it uh, it looks like you have that covered so,” you rushed through your words, your face red as you looked down at the bag you’d been holding before you turned to step out of the room. Namjoon was already almost to you as you walked out of the room, so it wasn’t hard for him to grab ahold of your arm as he closed the door to his office closed behind him, leaving his assistant in there alone.

“Y/n, hey, don’t go,” he smiled lightly as you turned back to face him, his eyes still having that same loving look in them that they had when you had met more than 3 years ago. “Why didn’t you text me, I would’ve waited for you to eat, my love,” He rubbed his hands up and down your upper arms soothingly, brows still slightly furrowed as your eyes refused to meet his fully.

“I know I should’ve, I just wanted to surprise you. I’m sorry,” he shook his head and cupped your cheek with one of his hands.

“Don’t apologize, love. I really appreciate it, and I very much look forward to eating it tomorrow for breakfast,” His smile was endearing, trying to bring one to your face as he hated seeing it without one. But as you only nodded in response instead of meeting him with the same award-winning grin he’d fallen in love with, he began to worry. “Are you okay, Y/n? Did something happen?”

You finally brought your eyes to meet his as you forced a smile on your face and shook your head lightly. “No, I’m fine. Just a little tired, is all. I should get back home so you can get back to work,” Namjoon knew you weren’t being completely honest, but he thought it would be better to wait and talk about it at home, so you’d be more comfortable, and you had the proper amount of time to fully discuss what was wrong. So, for now, he simply nodded and left a soft kiss on your forehead before you turned to leave.

You drove home in silence, thinking about the gorgeous woman that he spent long evening with alone in his office every day. You walked into your shared apartment and put the food in the fridge, no longer hungry enough to eat any of it yourself as you walked back the hall and into your bedroom. You slid out of his favorite dress and into one of his old t-shirts and crawled into your bed, where you lay awake and think about his hands on her.

There’s no way he’s not sleeping with her, you thought. Not when she looks like that, and they spend that much time together.

You continued to toss and turn, unable to get the images you’ve inflicted upon yourself out of your head. Even as Namjoon came home hours later, you laid still in your bed facing the window as he got undressed behind you, you still thought of them together. He gently slid into the bed behind you, wrapping his arm around you as he softly pulled you into his chest and left a feather light kiss on your temple, before relaxing behind you.

He was asleep almost instantly, arms wrapped around the woman he loved as he breathed in her scent was the only thing Namjoon had looked forward to at the end of his long work days. Just knowing you’re there with him is enough to make him completely forget all the stresses that come with his job and just relax into you, into a deep sleep where all his dreams are of you.

As he snored behind you, you couldn’t help but let a single tear escape your tired eyes as you desperately wanted to just go to sleep and forget the thoughts your brain had forced upon you.

Weeks went by, and you had become more and more distant with one another, though it wasn’t for a lack of trying, at least on Namjoon’s side. He’d tried on numerous occasions to ask you what was wrong, and what had happened to make you start acting so cold to him. This only ever resulted in fights, you on the defensive, saying he only thought you had been acting distant because he was never home. Not that it was his fault, and you both knew it.

By the time the fight would have actually gotten anywhere you would storm off, leaving Namjoon more confused than when the fight had started. He wanted nothing more than to make things right with you, but to make things right, he had to know what was wrong.

He hated not knowing exactly what you were thinking because he knew how bad you could get in your own head sometimes and blow things out of proportion. So, for the month that you had been distant, he knew if he couldn’t get you to talk to him soon, there’s a good chance he would lose you; and he didn’t know how he was supposed to leave his job every day and come back to a house that you weren’t in.

“Y/n, please. I need you to talk to me,” you laid in your bed, blankets pulled up to your nose as you looked out the window again. Namjoon didn’t make it home until almost midnight. You sat up awake on the sofa for him and watched as he opened and closed the door softly, expecting you to be asleep and not wanting to wake you.

You said nothing to him as your eyes met his. You simply stood up from where you had been seated with teary eyes and walked back to your room. “I can’t stand this distance that’s between us and I want to fix it, but please, I need you to talk to me so that we can move on from this,” His voice was weak and shaky as he sat behind you on the bed, legs crossed over each other as he looked at the blankets that surrounded you.

You said nothing as silent tears spilled from your eyes, your body lightly shaking as you tried to hold back your sobs. “Please, love. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but for that to happen I need you to talk to me,” he was now having a hard time controlling his own tears, his voice cracking as he spoke. You scoffed as you rolled onto your back, looking up at the ceiling as a sarcastic smile spread across your lips.

“Please,” you spoke condescendingly as he stared down at you, now more confused than he had been before. “You don’t want me for the rest of your life, Namjoon. Stop lying to me,” He was shaking his head as he leaned down, his hand moving to cup the cheek furthest from him as his other hand helped keep him steady as he looked back and forth between your eyes, the eyes that were finally looking straight back at him for the first time in what felt like forever.

“What else could I possibly ever want?” his voice was soft and smooth as he scanned over your tear-stained cheeks. You tried to look away from him but he wouldn’t let you, keeping his hand steady on your cheek, rubbing away any more tears that dared run over your beautiful face. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, finally gaining the courage to speak your fears aloud.

“You keep coming home later and later at night, and when you’re at the office, you spend all the time in your office with your assistant, who’s way prettier than I am, and she wears those tiny skirts–”

“You think I'm sleeping with my assistant?” He interrupted you, almost not believing the words coming from your mouth. You’d never been insecure or jealous when he was with other people, and neither was he. You were both secure in your relationship, he never thought that a woman from work would cause this much turmoil. Though now as he heard the words fall from your lips and saw how your eyes scrunched shut when he said the words aloud, he couldn’t believe that he’d been so oblivious to your reaction to him spending so much time with her.

“Why wouldn’t you?” you whispered, face fully relaxed as you failed to come up with a reason as to why he wouldn’t. He let his head fall into your chest for a moment, hating how insecure he’d let you get.

“Because,” he started, looking you in the eyes again, his face centimeters from yours as his eyes darted back and forth. “I have the most gorgeous woman I've ever met waiting for me at home,” He leaned down and start peppering kisses across the skin of your face, praising you between every so many kisses. “Who knows me better than anyone else ever will,” Kiss “Who I know better than anyone else,” Kiss “Who I’ve pictured growing old with,” Kiss “And raising a family with,” Kiss “The woman I fell in love with at a glance while I sat eating cereal on a Thursday at two in the afternoon. The woman who I continue to fall in love with a little more every,” Kiss “Single,” Kiss “Day.”

His lips finally molded to yours, lips wet and salty with tears as your hands held his face and clung to his hair, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible as you kissed him as passionately and as sweetly as you could, both clinging onto one another as if your lives depended on it, until he pulled himself away, your noses still rubbing against one another.

“Because I would never purposefully do anything that would hurt you, my love. You’re it for me, and I'd never fuck that up.”

You were crying again, but for a completely different reason than when you had started as Namjoon continued to fill you with all his love and adoration for you before you held each other as you fell asleep, completely relaxed for the first time in weeks.

You woke up to the sun shining through your bedroom window, far too bright for it to be when you were supposed to have woken up for work. You opened your eyes with your brow furrowed as the light assaulted your eyes and looked at the alarm clock. It read 11:37, which is when you should be on your lunch break.

“Shit,” You breathed, throwing the blankets off of yourself as you tried to sit up, but a strong arm wrapped around your torso and brought you into his chest, replacing the blanket back onto you. “Joon, we’re late for work,” you grumbled, not really putting effort into moving his arm away from you as you settled back into his warm embrace.

“Called in sick. So did you. We ate bad sushi last night. Never trust sushi from a gas station,” He never opened his eyes as his sleepy voice spoke deeply. You smiled lightly at his sleepy form, his bare chest radiating heat as his fingertips began drawing patterns into your back to try to lull you back to sleep. You let your eyes flutter shut as you nuzzled your way further into him.

Namjoon had made sure to wake up before you, carefully getting out of bed and getting dressed as quietly as he could before he walked out into the kitchen and got to work. He pulled out the old picnic basket that you had used frequently when you’d first moved there, having found a small section of beach that no one knew about that you could hide out on without anyone bothering you. You had had many picnics there before, but you hadn’t gotten the chance to in a while because of how much work you both had to do.

He prepared a few of your favorite dishes, the more simplistic ones that were hard to mess up, as well as pack some leftovers that you had made, just in case his cooking had been abysmal. He added a few candles, a blanket, a bottle of wine and glasses.

As he closed the basket, he heard you padding your way down the narrow hallway, coming into view wearing one of his shirts that was big even on him. He smiled at your disheveled appearance as you took notice of the picnic basket sitting on the counter.

“Weather’s nice today, thought you could use a little break from the normal humdrum and would like to spend the day at our favorite spot,” The smile on his face only grew wider as your eyes looked back and forth between him and the basket, getting wider as he spoke.

“Really?” You asked and he nodded. You stepped toward him quickly, planting a kiss on his cheek before you attempted to run back the hall to get dressed, adorably having trouble gaining traction with your socks on the hard wood floors.

Namjoon set everything up while you took pictures of the calm waves rushing around your feet, the sand between your toes as you had kicked off your shoes the second you hit the sand. You rushed back over and plopped down onto the blanket with Namjoon as he started pulling the food out and onto the blanket.

An hour later, your legs were crossed over his lap as he fed you a strawberry, the glass of wine in your hand almost empty. He filled your ears with sweet praises, making sure you knew just how gorgeous you looked in that dress, how he’d spend every moment for the rest of his life right here, alone with you if he could.

As the sun began to set over the horizon, you stood up, downing the last bit of wine in your glass before you started running toward the water, kicking some up as Namjoon looked at you with all the adoration on the planet.

“Come on, Joonie! The water’s nice and warm–!” you sang out as you twirled around, sundress lifting slightly as you did.

“Just one second, love!” he called out, shaking his head slightly at the sight of you being so carefree. He peered over to the closed basket, pulling it over to him with one hand before he opened it, looking down at the one thing remaining in the bottom.

He smiled down at the small black velvet box that held the ring he’d bought for you months ago, when he’d gotten the raise. He picked it up and pulled it into his lap, opening the box to make sure the ring was still as beautiful as it had been when he picked it out. He closed it as he look up at you again, now kneeling down in the sand, playing with what he could only assume to be a small crab.

He stood and slid his hands into his pockets, leaving the box there as he pulled them back out.

“Coming!”

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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Setbacks

Pairing: Scarred!Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Content: SH relapse, PTSD, Flashbacks, Victim Blaming, General heavy stuff

POV: Second

BR Taglist: @judig92 @snowkestrel

Walking through the streets of New York with your mother was a usual weekend hobby. Still living at home due to your mental health it was worth it. That was until one day you spotted one of your abuser’s in public, the daughter of your mums ex-boyfriend. Panic seethed through your body and you froze up. After going back into the store to search for the woman you’d gone ahead of you found her. Acting as if everything was fine and normal.

When she’d paid for her stuff and walked out she spotted the abuser. You seized up and you could feel your muscles constricting around you. Forcing your feet to move you stayed alongside your mother, she chatted with her for a few minutes before you both continued.

“Y/N-“

Fastening your pace you muttered out that you didn’t want to talk about it. Practically hearing your mother rolling her eyes you wanted to cry. Just get away from her and cut your feelings out.

“She was a victim too”

That was the final bomb and you sprinted off through the streets of New York. You had no idea where you were as you weren’t typically around these parts. So you kept running until you found an abandoned warehouse. You hadn’t properly taken in your surroundings, intent on fishing the blade from your phone case. When you finally pulled the flimsy piece of metal out you pressed it down. Dragging through the skin in quick slices. The crimson liquid dripped onto the floor, echoing against the large space. Salty tears fell into the open wounds making you scream out in agony.

When you were satisfied with the work you’d done you wiped the blade on your jeans before stuffing it back in the case. It had been a few months since you last cut, a notion you were rather proud of. However your mother not acknowledging that you were a victim of her abuse set you off.

“What’s a little girl like you doing here?”

You whipped around, not hearing any footsteps that indicated another person. The figure was tall and had a white mask covering his features. It was decorated with black cracks as well as small blue and red patches. You didn’t scream, you couldn’t even if you wanted to.

“Please don’t kill me…”

You whimpered out, choosing to ignore the fact you had mutilated your arm moments before. The figure walked over to you, kneeling down and looking at your arm. From their hoodie pocket they pulled some medical supplies. Bandaids, gauze, bandages, disinfectant and cotton pads.

“This is gonna sting a little”

The person muttered out. Opening the disinfectant and soaking a cotton pad with it. Next they grabbed your arm, pulling it towards them and dabbing the liquid soaked cotton onto the wounds. Once again no matter the pain and fear, you didn’t scream. You couldn’t, no one would hear you anyways. You decided to bite down on your lip instead. Pressing your teeth into the dry flesh until blood started leaking. The person continued disinfecting your wounds. Once they were done they put bandaids on them, then gauze and finishing by wrapping your arms up in bandages.

“What’s a pretty mess like you doing in these parts?”

Your voice was stuck in your throat and you couldn’t answer. Logically you should’ve, it might’ve helped stop them from killing you. Although something told you that wasn’t their endgame. Instead you just shook your head.

“Can’t talk? Fuck alright”

They stood up for a few short moments, stretching out their back before kneeling back down to life you up. They carried you like a helpless damsel to a ratty old couch in another part of the warehouse.

“I know it sucks, but it’s better than the floor princess”

They pulled the mask off to reveal a handsome face covered in scars. You smiled lightly, he had skin like yours. Gingerly you reach a hand out to his face. You went to touch him but hesitated, fearing what the man may do you. Instead he just pulled your hand the rest of the way towards him.

“I know I ain’t as pretty as I used to be, names Billy”

Quietly you muttered out your name, voice hoarse from crying. Billy must’ve recognised this because he jumped up and fetched a glass of water. You went to take it from him but he pushed your hand away. Putting the drink to your lips himself.

“Don’t need you opening those”

Taking a sip of the water you felt replenished. You whispered a small thank you and he smiled. It was a huge setback you’d just put yourself through but this handsome scarred stranger helped like it was nothing. It made you want to know more, what was he like before his scars?

#billy russo #billy russo imagine #billy russo x reader #ben barnes #the punisher imagine #billy russo fluff #the punisher #x reader #billy russo angst #billy russo x yn #billy russo comfort #billy russo needs to comfort me right now

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mirisss · 4 months

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Your Warm Embrace

Choi Kyrell x afab! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.2k

Warnings: None I think, let me know if I should add any!

Thank you for the request! I’m so happy to receive an Ampers&one request! I hope you like it!

Prompts used: 1. "Is that my hoodie?" - "It was cold you know" 16. member wrapping a blanket around (y/n) when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show. 17. (y/n) snuggling up to member because i'ts cold.

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Third Person POV

(Y/n) and Kyrell had been out playing in the snow for hours, building snowmen, making snow angels, having a snowball war, dancing, and most of all, just having fun with each other. Kyrell made one last snowball as the two youngsters decided to return inside as the cold was becoming too much. The icy winds penetrated their thick coats, through the layers of clothing, all the way inside to their skin. “Let’s go inside and make some hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows!” (Y/n) said with a silly smile as she looked up at Kyrell, the boy got lost in her beautiful eyes that stole his heart long ago. The girl looked up at the boy whose smile was irresistible and bright as the sun. “Yeah, come on!” Kyrell said as he turned around and pretended to run toward his house. (Y/n) ran after him, not wanting to lose, pushing herself to run faster, ending up ahead of the boy. Kyrell took his chance, throwing the snowball he had made just a minute ago, he hit (Y/n)��s back, laughing out loud. (Y/n) stopped, turning around, glaring at the laughing boy, trying to seem mad but after only 3 seconds she began laughing too.

After they had laughed like maniacs for a short moment, they went inside the house. “Um, I think I’m gonna jump in the shower a little quick, one of your snow attacks got inside my jacket, do you also want to shower or are you fine? Cause if you want to shower you can go first,” Kyrell blushed as it almost seemed like he was inviting (Y/n) to shower with him, something he would love to do someday but not yet. “I think I’m fine, I’ll just stay out here and prepare the hot chocolate, and I’m choosing the first movie!” Kyrell let out a fake whine at the thought of (Y/n) choosing the movie as she often chooses horror movies or really bad movies, but he was fine with it as long as he got to spend time with her.

And so, Kyrell went to shower while (Y/n) rummaged through his kitchen to find everything she needed for the hot chocolate. After a few minutes, she felt herself getting colder, the hours spent outside in the snow finally getting to her. (Y/n) didn’t have any warmer long sleeves with her other than her thick winter coat, which would be too warm to have inside. (Y/n) went over to Kyrell’s room, walked inside, and opened his closet, finding his 100 hoodies on display, taking her favorite one, and putting it on. Then she returned to the kitchen, to finish the hot chocolate.

Kyrell hurriedly got dressed after finishing his shower, feeling a lot better now. He jogged out to the kitchen, finding (Y/n) singing and dancing along to some music as she was putting marshmallows on the cream in two cups, filled with hot chocolate. Kyrell didn’t notice the hoodie she was wearing until she turned around scream-singing the lyrics to the song at him. He looked her up and down, finally noticing the familiar hoodie that covered her upper body. “Is that my hoodie?” (Y/n) looked down a little shyly, chuckling a little awkwardly. “It was cold you know,” Kyrell just laughed, he felt a little ashamed at how much he liked seeing (Y/n) in his clothes. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of her borrowing his clothes if they ever dated. “It looks good on you,” (Y/n)’s cheeks reddened even more at the compliment. Choi Kyrell, if you only knew how you make me feel.

“Come on, let’s drink the chocolate before it gets cold,” (Y/n) said as she took her cup, running over to the living room where she had chosen a movie for them to watch. Kyrell took his cup and followed after the girl that he loved so dearly both as a friend and more. He put his cup down on the table, glancing at (Y/n), noticing that she still seemed a bit cold. “Here, put this on,” He took the blanket that hung on his side of the couch, putting it over (Y/n)’s legs. “Thanks, but what about you? There’s only one blanket,” She said, a cute pout on her face tempting Kyrell to kiss her. He may not have done it in real life, but he sure did in his dream world.

Halfway through the movie, the two cups were empty, and both youngsters felt warmer and tired after their day as they lay on the couch. (Y/n) kept glancing at Kyrell from the corner of her eye, trying not to make it obvious. He looked so good with his hair a bit messy after his shower, his eyes frantically moving around as he focused on the screen, and the way his skin was glowing, he looked like a god in such an ordinary setting. (Y/n) moved a bit closer to the boy, Kyrell noticed her movements, turning his eyes from the movie to his best friend beside him, giving her a questioning look. “I’m still a bit cold,” (Y/n) said, it was a lie, she wasn’t cold, she had both Kyrell’s hoodie and the blanket covering her, but she knew that her friend would do anything he could to help her if he believed she was cold. “Come on closer then, we can share the blanket and some warmth,” He smiled widely at her, excited at the thought of cuddling with (Y/n).

Through the remaining half of the movie, the two cuddled on the couch, (Y/n) rested her head against Kyrell’s chest with one of his arms around the girl’s shoulders. The blanket covered their legs as they silently celebrated in their heads at the feeling of being so coupley. “Ky,” “Mm, yeah?” Both of them whispered lowly, afraid that if they spoke normally, the moment would be ruined. “I think I’m in love with you,” Kyrell’s heart began beating faster. “What?” (Y/n) took a deep breath before she sat up. “I said I think I’m in love with you, but it’s a lie, I don’t think I am, I know I am,” Kyrell’s smile grew wider and brighter than ever. He reached out and pulled (Y/n) down toward his chest again, (Y/n) was surprised to find herself pressed tightly against him. “I love you too, and I’m not ready to let go of you yet so get comfortable, I want to cuddle for a year,” (Y/n) giggled before she moved around a little, making herself comfortable as Kyrell put on a show in the background. Playing with his girlfriend’s hair as he closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of holding the love of his life.

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galvanizedfriend · 1 year

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helloo, just feel really empty today but I reread all of the wolf chapters, but now after finishing im feeling empty again,

missing klaroline and eve, super love your writing , hope you can update soon💓

I'm sorry to hear you're having a hard time, nonnie 😢 That's really rough and I hope you can feel better soon. ❤️ I'm not sure I'll have an update to give you this week, since I haven't been working on the next chapter. But let me know if you'd like a snippet or something. 💕 In the meantime, I thought I'd give you a lil rec list. These are some of my all-time favorites and I hope you can find something to inspire or distract you there. Most of them are canonish, since you like The Wolf so much. 💕 But I included some AUs that I love as well. . In the Backseat by Lila2

Summary: Klaus goes on the run with Hope; Caroline comes along for the ride and does some healing of her own. . Wolf Club by Radioactive59

Summary: When Stefan kills Ray Sutton, a child is left behind, a precocious eight-year-old werewolf named Grace. Klaus, in a rare moment of hospitality, takes her under his wing and decides to raise her as a Mikaelson. Antics ensue. And against all odds, Caroline finds that she wants to dance with a different pack of wolves. . The Tale of a Hybrid and a Vampire by @idiot--wind Summary: A Klaroline-centric rewrite of the last two episodes of the Originals. Rated M, just to be safe.

. Lessons in Diplomacy by @misssophiachase

Summary: British Ambassador to the USA, Klaus Mikaelson, needs a babysitter to look after his daughter. Enter nanny, Caroline Forbes. . Quiet Light by @definedareasofuncertainty

Summary: Caroline Forbes sets off to the Bahamas with her boyfriend, Elijah, where she'll finally meet his brother for the first time. But as it turns out… she knows Klaus Mikaelson a little too well.

. Into the Woods by @jinxedwood

Summary: It's all Hallow's Eve and Caroline is looking for answers. The problem is, she's not too sure of the question… . The Parisian Deal by Borzoi

Summary: Inconsolable over her mother's death, Caroline turns her back on Mystic Falls… and on her humanity. At their wits' end, her friends decide to seek help from the most unlikely of allies. An ally with a very personal interest in Caroline's humanity. . this is a harvest by @highgaarden

Summary: “Ask me to choose you, Caroline,” Klaus continues heatedly, “go ahead, and I will, with everything that I have. But in return, you’re going to have to do the one thing you’ve been fighting since the night I sat on your bedside and fed you my blood. You’re going to have to choose me back. It’s only fair,” and he spits these last words out. . Light Years by @definedareasofuncertainty

Summary: there is no official summary, but it's just a short and perfect unrequitted klarolijah trilogy that lives rent-free in my heart. . Inertia Overcome by @avari20

Summary: Caroline made a bold move the night she fled Mystic Falls. She escaped from under Klaus' watchful eye and managed to disappear for two years. But while she was building a new life for herself, Klaus was searching, and when he found her, he was determined to collar his girl once and for all. Except this might be Klaus' game, but they are going to play it by Caroline's rules. AU after Tyler left Mystic Falls, no Hayley (EVER), One shot turned multi-chapter. Nominated for 2014 Klaroline Awards for Most Unique, Best Completed, and Best Klaus! . The Stubborn Grace of Being Loved Regardless by @helpless-in-sleep

Summary: “Someone fed on you,” Klaus surmises, eyeing the two perfect fang punctures on her neck from where Damon first bit her. Caroline itches with the urge to lift a hand and cover the mark, but she restrains herself. “Is that the only scar you have?”

Her eyes narrow, trying to figure out what he’s playing at. After letting a few seconds pass, she admits, “I don’t look as good in a bikini as I used to.”

One of his eyebrows twitches up before it moves back into place, like he hadn’t meant to let himself actually react to her remark. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

Caroline is still human when Klaus comes to Mystic Falls. . Old Love by @yanak324

Summary: He was wrong. Theirs isn't a last love, it is an old love.

One deep rooted in centuries; an unshakeable bond that entwines them in each others' lives whether they like it or not.

Her only mistake was not realizing this decades sooner.

#yokan answers #anon #klaroline fic rec #be well dear anon ❤️

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chrisbitchtree · 2 years

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Farrah

For years, Billy's dreamed of dressing up like Farrah Fawcett for Halloween, and finally, he's getting his chance.

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The year Billy turned nine, Charlie’s Angels premiered. One night, he walked into the living room after he was supposed to be in bed to find his mom watching it. Neil was working late that night, and sometimes, when he worked late, Billy’s mom would let him watch tv with her, as long as he was quiet. He’d pulled back the covers and tiptoed down the hall, and what he saw on the screen enthralled him immediately.

Three beautiful women, fighting bad guys while all dressed up. He slunk up to his mom and sat down by her side, quiet as a mouse. He couldn’t take his eyes off the blond, with her feathered hair and beautiful eyeshadow. It was almost October, so when the show cut to commercial break, he turned to his mom and asked her if he could be that woman for Halloween. She’d been bugging him to pick out his costume, so she would be happy that he’d finally made a decision.

Instead, she frowned slightly, asking him if maybe he’d like to be Superman or a football player instead.

“No,” he’d said, shaking his head. “I want to be her.” He pointed at the woman who he would later learn was named Farrah Fawcett.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she’d replied. “You can’t go out like that. You know your dad would like it if you went as a sports star, or maybe a cowboy! Remember that hat you pointed out at the store last week?”

Billy now deeply regretted the cowboy hat he’d pointed out, practically begging her to buy it for him, so he could dress up like the Lone Ranger. He wanted his mom to feather his hair and put pink lipstick on him. He wanted to wear tiny little shorts and boots and fight crime. His mom wouldn’t hear his arguments though, so he ended up wearing his baseball uniform, much to the delight of his mother. It didn’t feel right though. It never felt right.

***

Even in their late teens, the residents of Hawkins took their Halloween costumes seriously, starting the planning for them months in advance. Chrissy had first brought up the topic of costumes in July, deciding that it would be a great idea to do group costumes. She declared that she, Heather, and Robin would go as Charlie’s Angels, and Billy, Steve, and Eddie would go as the Three Stooges.

Everyone was really excited except Billy and Robin, but Billy loved how into his costume Steve was getting, so he didn’t say anything. Robin had no such qualms about upsetting her girlfriend though. She kept complaining to Heather that the shorts Chrissy had picked out for her were too short, and the top was too low cut. Every time she was asked to try it on, so that Heather and Chrissy could make sure that everything looked just as it should, she would wriggle around, pulling at the fabric, saying she felt like she was practically naked.

Billy would look longingly at the outfit and the feathered wig, trying not to be too obvious as his mind wandered, images of himself in that same outfit flashing through his mind. He was going as Larry, and the bland grey suit and ugly wig had him down in the dumps. Steve and Eddie were so excited that he didn’t say anything though.

One such night, Billy and Robin were tasked with picking up pizza for dinner. They set out in the Camaro, and as they drove, Robin brought up the subject of the costumes. “I can’t believe they’re making me wear that hideous outfit,” she huffed, slumped down in her seat, arms crossed.

“I wish my costume was that nice,” Billy mumbled, rolling his eyes. He couldn’t help it, the jealously was seeping through. It was just so frustrating that Robin couldn’t see how cool her outfit was. She was lucky to get to go as such a beautiful badass.

“What?” Robin asked, turning towards him.

His cheeks heated up with a blush. He hadn’t meant for Robin to hear him complaining. “Nothing,” he said, eyes focused on the road ahead, hands clutching the steering wheel.

Suddenly her eyes got large. “Billy, do you want to be Farrah Fawcett for Halloween?”

“No, of course not, Buckley,” he snapped, shaking his head. “Why would I want to dress up as Farrah Fawcett? I’m a guy.”

The corner of Robin’s mouth curved with a small smile. “There’s nothing wrong with playing dress up, you know that, right, Billy? I personally think you’d look beautiful. And I’m sure Steve would too. Do you by any chance want to trade costumes? I’d much rather wear a suit than a tiny little shorts. Really, you’d be doing me a favour.”

“Sure,” Billy said slowly, after thinking about it for a moment. Robin was giving him an out, a way to make it seem like he was just switching costumes for her. “I’ll do it, but only as a favour for you, Buckley.”

They picked up the pizza and headed back to Steve’s. As they were sitting around the living room, eating the last of the pizza, Robin told the rest of the group the plan. “As soon as I said I was uncomfortable, Billy, great guy that he is, offered to swap costumes with me!”

Everyone looked at her in mild confusion, trying to figure out if she was talking about the same cranky asshole that they knew so well, but in the end they all shrugged, agreeing with the new plan. “It doesn’t matter to me,” Chrissy said, smiling. “I’ll be fun to get Billy all dolled up! He won’t even need a wig!”

Billy smiled, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder as the other boy wrapped his arm around him and pulled Billy in close, kissing the top of his head. “That was really nice of you, Billy. I’m sure Robin really appreciates it. And you’re going to look gorgeous in those short shorts. I just know it.”

***

After some searching in Chicago, Chrissy and Heather had managed to find booty shorts and too white boots in his size. They paired it with a white bikini top they’d found in a thrift shop and declared his costume complete.

His jaw dropped the first time he tried the whole outfit on. He felt gorgeous, and like his dream was finally coming true, even if it was ten years late. He started a countdown to Halloween on his calendar, elated when the day finally arrived.

He sat still as a statue on Heather’s bathroom counter as Chrissy and Heather blew out his hair, feathering the sides, and then applied makeup to his face. Frosty blue eyeshadow and soft pink blush, coating his lips with lipstick, almost the same shade as Farrah wore on the show.

They didn’t look in the mirror the whole time, but he sat patiently as he could, knowing it would be more fun to look at himself once he had his costume on. As soon as they were done, he hopped off the counter and ran into her room to pull his outfit on. He’d shaved his legs for the occasion, and the thin nylons slid up his legs smooth as butter. He wriggled into the shorts, zipped up the boots and then Heather came in and tied the halter straps on the bikini top for him.

“Ok, are you ready to see yourself?” She asked with a flourish, turning him around so he faced the mirror.

His eyes snapped open, growing large as he walked closer to the mirror, taking himself in from all angles. He was unable to keep the grin off his face. He felt beautiful, more so than he ever had before. He heard a wolf whistle and turned around, finding Steve, framed in the doorway, grey suit, and curly wig on his head, staring at Billy like he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“You look stunning, baby,” he whispered as he approached Billy, wrapping his arms around him from behind. He no doubt, just the same as Billy, was imagining what fun they’d have in bed that night as Steve peeled Billy’s costume off after the party.

Billy grinned, placing his hands over Steve’s. “Thank you, pretty boy,” he whispered back, staring at their reflection. He did feel stunning, but more than that, he finally felt right.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #stranger things fic #harringrove fic #gnc billy hargrove #chrisbitchtree writes

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twice-inamillion · 1 year

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Sana’s Last Try

Part 153(TIS)

It is Friday morning and yeh sun hasn’t risen yet. The city is foggy and you’re getting ready to leave the hotel.

You knock on Sana’s door but no answer. You wait a cool minute and decide to open the door of her room. You walk in and see her still sleeping.

You get up close to her and say “ Sana, wake up. We need to check out from the hotel.”

“I don’t want to get up, just a couple more minutes.”

“We don’t have time, you need to get up.”

“I’ll get up if you give me a kiss.”

You go ahead a give her a kiss on the forehead.

“No, not on the forehead” as she points at her lips.

Not wanting to be late for the flight you agree with her nonsense. You get close to her and put your lips against hers.

She uses this opportunity to hold you close by places her arms around your neck and does some French kissing.

Her tongue around your mouth and the feeling of her wanting to eat you is overwhelming. You don’t know how to react and you behave like a deer staring onto the headlights of a car in the middle of the road waiting to be hit with a car. In short, you’re being manhandled.

It seems like forever and she finally lets go of you. She gives you a wink for a good job.

You let her know that she needs to get ready and have her things out by the door within twenty minutes.

Once everything is ready, you both walk towards the 1st floor and get checked out. The person to pick you up helps you with your luggage and places it into the van.

You and Sana get in the van and are taken to the airport. Your luggage is processed and both of you are checked it. You wait for the flight to be boarded.

Once you’re in the plane you both take your seats. Sana takes the widow seat and you take the aisle seat.

The captain announces that the plane is going to leave the gate and that the plane will leave shortly.

You noticed that the people in the surrounding area have masks on after getting masks and blankets from the plane attendants. You assume that the people want to get some sleep since it’s so early in the morning.

As the place is cruising down the runway you noticed that sana is a bit shaken.

“Are you okay sana?

“I’m a bit scared when the plane lifts off. Is it okay if I hold your hand? she asks.

“Yes, of course. Here you go” as you hold her hand tightly.

You see that she has her eyes closed as the place lifts off. Once it’s over she lets go of your hand and looks out the window.

You decided to close your eyes a bit and rest before arriving to Korea. After a while you dose off and end up falling asleep.

You wake up mid flight after having a good nap but notice a sense of warmth in your groin area.

You lift up the blanket and see that your zipper is down and sana has her hand inside of your pants.

You turn around and check if anyone is looking but everyone around you is asleep.

You turn to sana and ask her “what are you doing sana? Why do you have your hand in my pants?”

“I was bored and wanted to give you a little present as a thanks for helping me on the plane.”

“You don’t need to do this, I’m okay” you tell her.

“Are you sure about that? Your body is saying otherwise” as she begins to stoke on your cock.

“Fu… fuck” you moan slightly.

“Shhh just relax and let me finish you off quickly” she says.

“Okay, but hurry up so we don’t get caught” you tell her.

She nods, and gives you a couple of slow strokes. Naturally your cock gets hard and is having a hard time staying in your pants. Sana notices this and helps you by taking out your cock.

Your cock springs out of your pants, relieving the pressure from being enclosed.

She grabs the tip of your cock and pulls down the protective sleeve that covers it.

“Ahh ahh…” as you feel your hood pulling down and shaking your mushroom tip.

She then begins to jerk your cock slowly and increasing the pace little by little.

Once your cock is at its peak and throbbing she says “aww my poor baby is ready to cum?”

“Ye..yes I want to cum sana” you whisper.

“What did you saying y/n” asks sana.

“I want to cum” you say again in a distressed voice.

“Kay… I’ll let my baby cum so just relax and let it flow. Don’t worry I’ll catch it all.”

Your foot jerks and you release your seed and it shoots all over the palm of Sana’s hand.

She looks at you with joy and says “there you go, did you like that?”

You nod your head, letting her know that you enjoyed it.

“What am I going to do with this precious thing? I can’t let it go to waste.”

She looks directly into your eyes and you see her raise her hand towards her mouth. She it’s it flow into her mouth and opens wide.

“Ahhhhhh” as she shows you your cum in her mouth. She stirs it around with her tongue and a bit of it drips down her lip. She tilts her head up a bit and you see her swallow the whole thing.

“Aaahhhh” showing you her mouth and letting you know that all of it went down her throat.

It’s then we you hear the flight attendant walking towards your aisle and notice that sana has a bit of cum dripping down her lip.

“Sana sana you have a bit on your lip, someone is coming” you whisper.

She slides her index finger across her lip and looks at your last bit of cum. “There you are little one, don’t think I forgot about you” as she then licks it off her finger.

The flight attendant passes by and sana says “excuse me but can I get a wet napkin?”

“Sure ill be right back” says the attendant.

She gets her napkin and wipes her hand down. She gives you a smile and rests her head on the plane window.

The flight arrives on time and you both get off the plane and head towards the luggage area.

You collect the luggage and do the necessary things to get out of the airport. A private shuttle arrives to take you and sana to the airport garage to pick up your car.

Once you’re at the garage you load up the car and head back home.

On the way sana mentions how she would like to stop by and get some snacks for the members since they are head to get in the countryside.

You agree and take sana to the store of her choice. You both buy the snacks and even buy some pastries.

You continue driving on the highway and sana mentions how much fun the event was and that she enjoyed going with you.

You agree that the trip was interesting but knew that it was very emotional for you because of Mina.

You’re glad that you were able to clear up the misunderstanding. It gave you a sense of relief that she was not with someone else and that she will be coming back to Korea soon.

Sana gives you a smile and say that she really likes spending time with you alone, especially now that she knows the trip is going to end once you both get home.

“This is going to be a memorable trip for sure, sana” you say.

“Maybe we can give it a nice ending too” she says.

“What do you mean?” as you see sana put her hair in a ponytail.

She gets closer to you, undoes her belt and places her hands on your pants, pulls your zipper down and whips out your flaccid cock.

She drops some spit on your cock and begins to jerk you off until it’s rock hard.

You are surprised that sana is doing this as you are driving on the road.

“Don’t do this sana, I’m driving and it’s dangerous” you say.

“It’s okay, just focus on driving and I’ll focus on your cock” she says.

You have no choice but to let sana do what she wants.

She sticks out her tongue and begins to lick your cock. She pulls out her phone a takes some selfies of her giving a small peck to your tip. She does a peace sign, puts the tip inside and pretends it’s a lollipop.

You can’t even comprehend how much fun sana is having with you member.

Suddenly you hear say “itadakimasu” as she takes your cock all at once.

She begins to bob her head up and down, covering each centimeter of you cock with her salvia. She plays with your balls, trying to stimulate you.

Her techniques are good enough that you are leaning the steering wheel to one side.

You know that once sana starts she is not gongs to stop until she’s done, so you make the choice of pulling out from the road and finding somewhere to park.

You stop at a rest stop in the countryside and choose the spot that has the most coverage.

Sana is still having a good time with your cock. You think to yourself “might as well make the some of it.”

You take your hand and place it on Sana’s head. You trying to follow her rhythm. Sana looks at you with enjoyment now that she thinks that you are going to cooperate with her.

She increases her pace and bobs her head faster. When tries to take your whole length at once you give her props but won’t make it easy for her.

So you hold down her head with your hand. You want to see how long she can keep your cock in your throat. You know that Chaeyoung has a hard time with your cock since her mouth is small, “let’s see how good sana is will it” you say in your mind.

Sana tries to pull out your cock from her throat by lifting her head, but you don’t let her. Instead she feels your hand keeping her down. She turns to face you and she sees you smirk.

She smiles and tires to do her best to make you happy and keep you inside but after some time she reaches her limit. She winks at you, signaling that she can’t hold on anymore but you don’t react.

Instead you hold her hold her down and hear her begin to gag.

“Ack ack” is what you hear coming from sana. The beautiful but weird sound that happens every time someone tries to take your cock whole.

You see that her eyes are getting watery but still hold her down.

The view of tears dripping down her face and her beginning to panic.

She tries to grab onto your shirt in a panic and you let go for a bit, giving her a sense of relief and her catching a small breath.

You push her back and she gags again. You let go and see her head bobbing up and down. Her mascaras getting ruined by her tears.

“I’m going to cum, be a good girl and take it all in” you tell her.

Her eyes are wide open as waves of cum gush down her throat. You see as she tries to drink all of it as it comes out but is having a hard time.

“Aack aack” is what you hear from sana. She can’t handle the waves of your cum.

It is then we you hear her begin to choke. The panic in her eyes is beautiful to see when you remember the things she’s put you through.

Suddenly she coughs and you release her and she lifts her head. She’s having a hard time breathing.

“Shh… it’s okay. Try to relax and calm down. Try to breathe” as you pat her head.

She looks at you and is trying to control her breathing.

“Don’t let the cum spill and make sure you drink it all” you tell her.

You hear her gulping down your cum and she opens her mouth, showing you that she had nothing left.

“Good job, sana. You took it all like a good girl” as you pat her head.

“You scared me right there. Why did you hold me down? I got really scared. I thought I was going to pass out” she says.

“You wanted to take me in whole so I thought you could handle.”

“I can but it was so sudden, I didn’t even prepare” she says sadly.

“Aww it’s okay” as you bring her close to you. Can you forgive me?”

“Yes. I forgive you but let me know nice time that you want me to swallow like that.”

“Okay, I will.” You then take out your phone and show her the video you took of her.

“Here look at yourself” you say. The shock in her face as she sees herself going down on you.

“You’re mean, why did you record it? Do you perhaps have an asphyxia kink of having someone choke on your cock?”

“No, no. Nothing like that, it’s just that you took pictures earlier and I wanted to do the same.”

“Okay, just let me know if you have any kinks. I don’t mind doing them with you but I want to know ahead of time so I can prepare” she says.

You interested about her possible response ask her “do you have any kinks, Sana?”

When she hears you say that she blushes and is a shy manner says, yes.

“I do have a couple of kinks, but I’m too embarrassed to say” as she covers her face with her hands.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to” you say.

“Imp…” she says quietly.

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said I have an impregnation kink” she says embarrassed.

Your eyes get wide open and you confirm with her again. “You mean like an actual impregnation?”

“Yes, an impregnation kink. I want to get pregnant. I want you to impregnate me. I want to have a child.”

“So when we did it last time and you cried about having a kid, you weren’t lying?”

“No, I was serious. I want you to impregnate me. I want to feel your cum in my uterus and fill my womb. I want you to pour your seed in me and I want to have a kid” she say.

“Why me though? you ask?

“I like you. I like how you treat Jihyo and the rest. When Jihyo got pregnant I was surprised but I liked it. I watched her bring a small person to life. I want that too. I want to have children, children of my own.”

“But you can have anyone else?”

“ I don’t want too. Everyone else likes me because I’m sana from twice. Not minatozaki sana the person. All the men just see me as a sex object. I see their gazes and it feels like they are undressing me with their eyes. You don’t know how that feels, old creepy men looking at you with desire. You’re different though, you know us before we were twice, before the fame. I know how well you try the Jihyo, Mina and Dahyun. I want that too, I know that I might be asking too much of you but I want to….”

“What do you want me to do?

“Like I said I want you to impregnate me, I need to have sex with you until I bare a child. I don’t care what you do. I don’t mind if you practice your kinks with me or if we do it in public like right now or if it’s a threesome. I don’t mind if it’s us and Jihyo, as long as you impregnate me I’m okay. I don’t mind if I’m single and have to raise the child on my own. It’s okay, I know I can do it and my family will have my back. I just can’t do it with anybody else. It has to be you.”

“So can you? Can you do me this favor? she asks while holding your hands.

You don’t know what to say or how to react. You understand her sincereness but don’t want to lie to her.

“I don’t know sana. I already have three children and one on the way. Having another one is too much.”

She looks down and tears begin to flow down her face. You have tore someone’s dream of becoming a mother. It hurts and it’s sad.

“I’m sorry I brought it up. I don’t want to inconvenience you and the rest. I was being selfish.”

“‘Maybe I should just go out to a club or street and pick up some stranger and having them fuck me. Or have multiple men gangbang me until I get pregnant. ”

The idea of multiple men gangbanging sana hurts your heart. You can’t allow someone dear to you get fucked by some strangers. What would Jihyo and the rest think.

You think about it a bit more and say “you don’t have to go that extreme sana. Don’t degrade yourself like that.”

“I can’t promise you anything but if you ask Jihyo and says okay with it, I won’t mind helping you out.”

You see the 360 degree shift of her personality just change.

“For real? You’re not lying to me right? If I ask Jihyo and she’s okay then you can impregnate me?

“Only if Jihyo agrees then yes.”

“Thank you, thank you!” as she gives up multiple kisses.

“I just can’t wait till I have a baby in my stomach. I can imagine a baby boy or a baby girl. I need to think of names!”

“Hold on sana, you’re getting ahead of yourself.”

“Don’t worry, I’m just talking to myself. Let’s go home! I need to talk to Jihyo!”

“Fuck… what did I get myself into” you ask yourself.

You then start the car and get off of the rest area and get back on the road.

You drive on the highway as sana stares out the window, while placing a hand on her belly.

Previous Chapter 152. Next Chapter 154

#twice smut #kpop smut #twice #male reader #twice sana #minatozaki sana #sana minatozaki #twice fluff #kpop fluff #sana smut #TM smut

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ameliedoree · 11 months

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thoughts on tsuki no terasu

for whatever reason, this game has been stuck in my head for the last few days -- it's an old furige (jp freeware game) called tsuki no terasu. and it's... kind of hard to define as a story imo, but basically i'd say it's about the importance of growth and change in a person.

big ol spoilers ahead for the game so if you haven't played it uhhh its like an hour long and worth the read. it's in jp and en.

it follows an unnamed male protag who falls in love with a transwoman, and the two quickly enter into an extremely normal relationship; almost too much so, as the two find that neither of them can really grow up in it. they both keep daily routines they find no joy in, they both repeat the same activities all the time, and life becomes boring and monotonous but safe.

eventually, the transwoman decides to call of the relationship because of this - she wants to move away to persue her passions, she wants to be free from the monotony, she was to be in something that pushes her, even it means taking many risks. and so the two part, her going to the US, with an ending that hints maybe they'll see each other again.

what i think is most interesting about the game is what all this narrative 'says' about the trans experience. like you can look on it at the surface and what it says about relationships and monotony in life, and yeah, i think that's interesting for sure. i left my first relationship because, aside from abuse, it never went anywhere. we were stuck in a rut, and no one was progressing. it was holding me back, and her back too, and we're happier now having left it.

but i like how this is also a metaphor for what transition really is. transition requires you make these massive steps away from everything you know, take these risks, and potentially lose people, in order to find a happier life. transition requires you to give up on stability and monotony and embrace the unknown. transition might just require you to do the emotional equivalent of moving a whole ocean away from the life you knew.

anyways i'm really considering covering this game, because it's stayed in my head so firmly ever since i played it. i can't stop thinking about how simple and short yet effective it is at talking about how any relationship needs change to grow and blossom - whether that be to a lover, or to yourself, and how that can make one happier for being willing to partake in.

#visual novel #transgender #japanese media

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mrsaguapapi · 1 year

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Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3

Chapter 4

Sexual Healing

It's 1:30 pm, 7:30 pm in London, I'm almost ready for my 'date' with my 3-in-1 special. Tonight I wanted to wear something breathtakingly sexy; something that screams fuck me in the car because you can't wait til we're home.

That dream earlier honestly got me so riled up I almost took care of it in the shower but thought I'd save up this pent-up energy for the boys later. I'm wearing a backless mini dress with long flowy sleeves and a low-cut front, as well as a pair of silver heels.

When I say mini, I mean it's well above the knee and the top barely conceals my breasts. This is also the kind of dress where you can't really wear a bra so underneath I'm only wearing a thong. The dress is a thin material covered in iridescent sequins that contrasted well with my dark skin and platinum braids.

Reference:

Artwork By Me

While finishing the last touches of my make up I decided I should probably call Shuri to fill her in on the 'Sexy Fish Man' Situation.

"Hello, my witchy friend how are you?"

"Hey, sis! I'm great getting ready for a night out. I actually wanted to talk about something though."

"What's up?" She replies

"So long story short some voices told me to go to a beach in Yucatan and I met your pointy-eared fish friend and I may have invited him to your ceremony. Before you respond, it is only because he may know some info on my past plus as an academic, I would love to pick his brain."

That came out way too fast.

"What pointy-eared fish man, I have no idea who you're talking about" she laughs uncomfortably

"You are a TERRIBLE liar. His name is Namor, ring any bells?"

"How? How could you possibly know him? I just met him myself. You know he was a major pain in my ass I almost killed that man. "

"It's a very long story I will fill you in when I see you but I mostly wanted to give you a heads up. You also have to bring me up to speed on the attempted murder part."

"It'll probably be good for him to be there, gotta keep the peace and all now that I am the 'Queen Panther'" She laughs "Besides this makes me feel better about having to invite the 'White Wolf'"

"Oh god, Bucky is coming?"

"I know yall have a past but he's practically a Wakandan and he was close to my brother. I know it will be awkward but can you do it for me?"

Sighing I say, "Of course, Just don't expect me to do it sober for it"

Shuri laughs "I'm eternally grateful"

"Yea Yea Yea" I laugh. I look at the time, it's 7:50 pm. "Okay, hun I gotta go before I'm late."

"Alrighty have fun on your night out." we exchange goodbyes and hang up.

Okay, do I have everything?

I didn't bother packing a bag other than my purse full of essentials, specifically my birth control; Whatever else I need I'll just borrow from the boys. I did go ahead and pack a bag for Wakanda that I'll just grab it when I pick up Peter. I grab my sling ring and head to the kitchen to leave a note for Peter.

To my Spider Bro-

I know you said you'll be good for dinner but I went ahead and prepped a lasagna for you in the fridge; all you have to do is pop it in the oven for 45 min. Be safe, Have a good night, and stay out of my weed stash. Love you!

I pin the note to our fridge and text the boys.

On my way, meet you at the ROXY in 5. *kissy face*

And with that, I open a portal and make my way to the Night Club.

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Tonight is pretty packed. I managed to find 2 seats at the bar and saved one for the boys with my purse. They texted a few minutes ago saying they'd be here in a sec. So I go ahead and order them a Rum and Coke while I sipped on some Crown Apple and waited. The music was so loud I could barely think; everyone was talking and dancing, and I couldn't wait to join. It was dimly lit but the little light we had was shining on my dress; kinda made me feel like a disco ball.

Lost in thought I barely noticed the bartender approach me and hand me a drink.

"From the guy at the end of the bar," he says and walks away.

I look over and it's an older man holding up his drink. I politely wave back in thanks and look away praying that would be the end of it. Unfortunately, it was not, he begins to walk toward me.

He stands very close to me and says, "You look very beautiful tonight" he slyly smiles

"Thank you" I reply

He touches my shoulder and swipes some of my hair out of the way, "I've always found black women so sexy"

I shrug away from his touch in disgust, "Okay creep, don't fucking touch me. Just because you buy me a drink doesn't give you a pass to touch me. Also, stop fetishizing black women." I practically hiss.

"Another fucking cock tease I see. "

"Fuck you" I throw the rest of my drink in his face, "How's that for a cock tease?" I laugh

"Fucking bitch!" he raises his hand to hit me. I don't flinch, he will 100% break his hand once he makes contact. He didn't make it that far fortunately for him, my Mr. Knight catches his hand.

"You wanna try that again pal?" It was them and from the voice, it was Marc speaking. He begins to squeeze his hand, this close to breaking it.

The man screams out in pain, "Sorry lady! Won't happen again I swear" he replies half crying.

Marc looks at me for approval to let him go and I nod at him. Marc releases him and the man practically runs away from us.

I look at Marc "Thank you love, but I could have handled it"

"Oh that wasn't for you, I saved that poor man from breaking his hand. You monster." I laugh in pure amusement.

Marc looks so good tonight. He's wearing a simple long sleeve olive green sweater and a pair of black dress pants. His dark curly hair fell so nicely into place and his facial hair was shaved but you could see a little stubble coming out.

Holding my hand out I gesture for him to come closer, "Come here and give me a proper hello" I seductively say.

Marc makes his advance toward me and stands so close to me that I could feel the warmth coming from his body. He holds the side of my face and whispers a little hello before he closes in and kisses me. We started slow and modest; he eventually places his large hand on my lower back and begins to massage it up and down occasionally gripping my ass.

He pulls away for a sec and begins to speak "You look stunning as ever. I don't know how long we will last before we take you home. Hell, I may bend you over this bar and take you here."

"Believe it or not I do have a good reputation that I'd like to keep, you menace" I hand him his drink "Chug this so we can dance" I smile.

He obliges rather quickly. Once done he slams the glass down on the bar and pulls me behind him. "I'm not much of a dancer. So Steven is going to swap in, okay?"

I shake my head in excitement. Steven may be a sweet awkward bean most of the time, but on the dancefloor, he is a savant. Quite literally a panty dropper.

"Heya Millie! My word you look unreal" It may be dark but I can't tell he's blushing.

He's the sweetest I swear

We make it to the dance floor; he wraps one arm around my waist, and with the other, he takes my hand and begins to lead our dance. He has his leg between mine as we begin to slowly sway our hips. The little friction from this is already driving me wild; I can feel my little heartbeat slowly grow from down below.

"Steven who taught you to slow wind like this?"

"No one, I just watched a lot of Magic Mike. You know, for research"

I laugh "HA Research; well your studies did you some good."

He suddenly dips me and places a hand on my ass. Slowly he moves his hand up to my waist, then to the side of my breast, and lightly squeezes. Steven abruptly pulls me back to him and whispers in my ear.

The Vibe:

Make It Rain

"I can't wait to peel you out of this little dress of yours." He then pulls me so close to him that I can feel his hard-on through his pants. Just that little contact made me melt.

"We should go" I whisper in his ear.

Steven says nothing but smiles. He pays my tab and we hurriedly make our way outside and begin to walk to the nearest alleyway, so I can make a portal to his place. I take my sling ring out and open one, but before I could walk through, I was interrupted by Steven forcibly pushing me back to a wall. He began to roughly kiss me; it was so intense I could barely breathe but I definitely don't want to stop.

"Millaenyia you look so sexy tonight. I can't wait til we bury ourselves so deep inside you." Never mind, not Steven, this was definitely Jake, he's always been a little rough. The other 2 sometimes worry it's too much but I've always liked to be dominated like this. He takes my hand and puts it on his dick. They were hard as a rock, "See what you do to us?" He then practically tosses me through the portal and follows behind me; fortunately, I land on his bed. I stand and close the portal and toss my sling ring and purse to the floor.

We stand and look at each other for a minute, just taking in the scene. Eventually, I make the first move; This time it's my turn to shove him into the wall. I grab his face to savagely kiss him as I begin to successfully take his shirt off. Frustrated that he couldn't find the zipper on my dress he began to literally tear it off me. He wraps my legs around him and picks me up.

"I hope that wasn't expensive."

"It's served its purpose" I teasingly reply

He lays me on the bed and begins to slowly remove my thong exposing my soaked pussy. Without skipping a beat he drops to his knees, opens my legs, and pulls me to his face. While making eye contact Jake takes my clit to his mouth; slowly but firmly making circles with his tongue.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good." I cry out

Jakes eventually goes wild. My pussy was fueling him; he was licking and sucking every inch of me. It turned him on so much that he unbuckled his pants and began to pump his dick. Every so often he'd let out a soft moan, which drove me absolutely nuts. Jake started to tongue my entrance and suck on my juices, it was like he couldn't get enough of me.

His sheer passion brought me so close to an orgasm already. Jake could feel I was almost there, so he releases his cock and shoves his two fingers in me so abruptly, that I scream out in pain and pleasure. He slightly hooked his fingers and began to move fiercely hitting my g-spot with each pump. Thoroughly enjoying himself, Jake begins to growl into my pussy, and with that my orgasm hits me in waves. It was so overwhelmingly good I could barely breathe.

Jake kisses both my thighs and stands up to wink at me, "Your up Steven."

"Thanks, mate," Steven says. He looks at me "You look so beautiful like that, legs open and out of breath," He then without breaking eye contact licks the 2 fingers that were inside me. "You taste like honey Millie."

Stepping out of his pants he leans over me and gently places a kiss on my forehead," You ready darling?" he asks.

I smile and vigorously shake my head in excitement.

He swiftly flips me over to my stomach and begins to massage my butt. "You have a lovely tight ass" he positions himself over me and begins to slide his dick between my cheeks, slowly moving it up and down. My pussy begins to throb and I can't take it anymore, I want to feel him inside me.

"Please, fuck me, I need you" I plead

"As you wish" Steven shoves himself balls deep inside me. I can't help but moan out from the sudden filling of my pussy. Fiercely gripping my ass he begins a steady pace."Fuck you are so tight." After a while of taking it slow, he then grabs me by the shoulder and takes a handful of my hair, "I'm gonna be a little rough okay?"

I tried to respond with 'okay' but it came out unintelligible.

He chuckles lightly and begins to fuck me like an animal. He was hitting me so deeply that I swear I could feel it in my stomach. With every thrust, his balls would smack my pussy and even that feeling was so good.

"Oh god, oh fuck, don't stop" I felt another orgasm begin to build up.

"Yea you like that? You like being my whore?" He yells

"Oh god yes!" I reply

He roughly pulls my hair which jerks my head up, "Yes What?" he asks

"Yes daddy" I Scream.

Steven begins to smack my ass with every thrust: each time it grew harder and harder. The combination of pleasure and pain was too much and I couldn't hold it anymore. I moan and scream some words I couldn't even understand as my orgasm hit me.

"Fuck you're squeezing our dick so good," Steven says. After coming down from my high he slowly pulls out and helps me roll over. He kisses my chest, "Alright Marc your turn."

He gently moves a braid off of my face, "are you okay?" Marc asks.

I smile and shake my head, "Oh I'm peachy keen" I giggle.

He chuckles a bit and begins to kiss my neck and chest, "God this is what we needed" he begins to suck on my nipple.

I let out a soft moan, and pull his face to mine. "I need you"

He passionately kisses me, exploring my mouth with his tongue; I can still taste myself on him. He's done so much for me tonight It's only fair I return the favor. I flip him over and position myself on top, "Let me take care of you" I beg.

Marc smiles and nods. I grab his dick and slowly lower myself on him, as I watch how he unfolds under me. I began bouncing up and down on his hard cock and enjoying every inch of him. He grabs my ass to help to steady himself as he pumps and meets my thrusts with extra force.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. I can't take this much longer" he says through his teeth.

"I'm close too; cum with me" I plead

I pick up my pace a bit, watching him enjoy himself was really doing it for me. I lean close to his face and begin to kiss him never slowing my pace. He pulled me closer and began to fuck me harder.

I moan out "Fuck, don't stop, I'm so close"

He began to grunt and growl under me; it was all I needed to reach my climax. My pussy tightened around him so hard that I felt him twitch inside me when he came.

"Fuck" He grunts out

We stay there for a while. Just breathing in each other's faces, coming down from our mutual high. Eventually, I roll off of him, "how was that for a pick me up?" I ask

"Eh needs improvement." He jokes

I smack him with a pillow "I can’t with you" I laugh

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shady-lemur · 11 months

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Stargirl ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4!!!

Hii whores!!! Sadly this is the last part 😭😭 thank you so much for the love you've shown this lil series.

Ex gf!Ellie x reader

You and Ellie are finally deciding to give your relationship another try after everything you've been through.

1 year, 7 months, and 8 days after that night with Ellie

"Jesus christ els.. can you please put some sunscreen on before you play?" Ellie frowns at you but walks towards you, "I don't even get burnt."

You shake your head and take her shirt off, leaving her in her black swim top and shorts. "It doesn't matter, getting burnt isn't the only reason people wear sunscreen."

She rolls her eyes as you start to apply the lotion for her. She mumbles a, "I can do it.." But you know she enjoys you doing it for her. "You wanna do it yourself?"

She looks at you and shakes her head.

"We can't be out late tonight so we'll swim and hike but I told Dina we couldn't come back to see the fireworks tonight, mkay? We have therapy tomorrow at 8."

Ellie nods and pecks your lips as you finish rubbing in the sunscreen.

"Can you get my back for me please?" You hand Ellie the bottle and turn around. Ellie hums and carefully starts to rub in the sunblock on your back, making sure to get around the straps of your green bikini.

After she's done she presses a soft kiss on your shoulder before patting your ass. "All done, do you want me to set you up a spot to read?" You smile at her and nod.

Just then you hear Dina calling your name. You turn around to see her, Jesse, and JJ walking to you and Ellie. Jesse is trying to carry a cooler, towels, two beach chairs, and JJ's beach toys as Dina runs up ahead with their son in her arms.

"You finally made it out of the beach house!!" You clap. Dina bows playfully and puts JJ down in the sand so he'll start "helping" Ellie set up the umbrella and chair.

"Jesus christ going on vacation with a 2 year old is the hardest shit I've ever done in my life." She huffs, you pat her back in comfort and smile, "I can watch him for a while if you and Jesse wanna swim without him. I was gonna read."

Dina's face lights up and she smiles, "really, you sure you don't mind? He might try to run off a couple times..."

You shake your head and look over to see Ellie giving him a high five and a "fuck yeah!" as he helps her open up your beachchair. "I don't mind at all."

Dina thanks you and helps Jesse set up their chairs and JJ's toys before running out into the water, Ellie follows behind them after giving you and kiss and patting your ass once again. (She really likes your green bikini 🤷‍♀️)

You turn to JJ, who's giggling to himself as he plays with the sand. "Looks like its just you and me now.. want me to make you a mermaid tail?"

He nods and you get to work on digging a small hole for his legs.

Its been over an hour. Its been two hours and 48 minutes to be exact. But Dina, Jesse, and Ellie were having fun riding the waves and you were having fun reading your book and gently petting the two year old's hair as he peacefully naps on your chest.

You were drinking a caprisun and reading "the secret history" with JJ sleeping on you when Ellie comes running over.

"You sure you don't wanna swim babe?"

You shake your head and smile at her as she gulps down some water. "No, I'll swim tomorrow before we leave."

Ellie nods and sits down next to you and JJ.

"Are you ready to leave? I wanna go on the big trail before the sun goes down."

You cover your eyes to block out the sun, "sure. Are Jesse and Dina gonna come with us?" Ellie shakes her head, "no fucking losers are tired already."

You hum and put your book back in your bag, "okay, can you go get them so they come get JJ and I'll start packing up our shit." Ellie salutes and gives you a "yes boss" before running off again.

"Ellie cmonnn!! We're almost to the top."

You happily run ahead and eventually make it to the lookout point at the top of the trail. You see miles of green trees and hills with a beautiful glow from the sun starting to set.

"Els! Oh my god look at how beautiful."

"Y/n" Ellie says nervously behind you. You can't even focus on what she's saying because you're too busy taking pictures of the view. "Y/nn"

"One second els."

"Y/n!!"

You huff and turn around, accidentally taking a semi-blurring picture of her on one of her knees with a-

Wait a damn minute....

"OH MY GOD?????" You look down at your girlfriend in shock as she holds out a beautiful ring. "Ellie what the fuck???"

She chuckles and holds the ring out higher, "y/n, I know I wasn't the best person I could've been for the first 4 years of our first.. relationship. But being without you is a feeling I never want to feel again. Can you- fuck.. - will you marry me?"

You feel like you're vibrating with excitement and can literally only get the words Ellie, fuck, and yes to come out of your mouth.

Ellie smiles and slips the ring on your finger before pulling you into a passionate kiss. You smile into the kiss and when you pull away Ellie immediately pulls you into a hug.

"You're gonna be my fucking wife."she whispers into your ear happily. You smile at her and nod, "Im gonna be your fucking wife."

Ellie laughs and presses kisses anywhere her lips can reach while murmuring about the life you two will live.

1 year after the proposal

Ellie cries when you walk down the aisle. She tries really hard to keep it together but she just can't when you happily walk (probably too fast) towards her.

You smile as she grabs your hands and completely block out everything the officiate says because your soon-to-be-wife looks soooo damn good in her suit....

Everything about today was perfect. JJ did amazingly on his flower boy duties. Dina helped you get ready as your maid of honor while Jesse gave Ellie pep talks all morning. Your dress was perfect, Ellie's suit actually fit her perfectly. Joel showed up in time to give you a huge hug before the ceremony and tell you how greatful his is for you. The flowers were perfect. You and Ellie were perfect.

You both just stare at each other and cry and giggle and hold each other's hands like you'll slip away if you don't. Once the officiate finally tells Ellie to kiss her bride SHE DOES......

Teeth and everything because you're both just so excited to finally be fucking married. Once you both pull away Ellie grabs your hand and starts to run.

Ellie laughs and runs down the aisle as you try to keep up while waving at your family. She runs out the doors, down the hall of the venue and into one of the private bathrooms.

"You're my fucking wife!!!!!"

You look at her disappointedly once she closes the door. "Els, we cannot have a quickie in the bathroom right after the ceremony.."

She frowns slightly and starts to pull up the skirt of your dress a little bit, "are you sure...??" You sigh and shake your head before helping her lift it up so she can get under it.

9 months after the wedding

"Els, how was work?" You ask as your wife walks through the front door of your new house. She shrugs and sets her coat down before going to give you a hug.

"It was fine. Nothing excited really happened." You hum and give her a kiss before tucking her hair behind her ear. She gives you another kiss and then rubs your hips as she talks, "how was work for you? Do the kids like the book you picked out?"

You laugh, "the kids don't like anything I do. I think they like the book though, it really speaks to some of them."

She softly gropes your thighs as you talk.

"Do you want chicken for dinner or do you wanna order out?"

You feel her hands travel up, "up to you babe. I'm okay with anything."

"Okay.. We'll have the chicken tomorrow, I'm so fucking tired tonight I can't cook."

Ellie lifts you up and makes you wrap your legs around her as she walks you to the couch.

"Oh my god Ellie put me down!! You've got car grease all over you." She plops you down on the patted seats before kissing your temple. "Find a good movie for us to watch and order us whatever you want. Ill go take a shower."

You smile at her and nod, "thank you els."

She gets out out of the shower and into your arms about 15 minutes later, only getting up to get the door dash and utensils.

You comb your fingers through her hair as you both doze off, the only words you hear before you fall asleep are "I love you" coming from your wife's mouth.

RAAAHHHHH

Okay time skip...

Im absolutely destroyed about this series being over but now I'm kindve thinking about writing something for Abby because I saw this MAGICAL edit of her today omfg...

I love you guys sm (^з^)-☆Chu!!

Taglist <3

@gold-dustwomxn @catostrophiclesbian @ellieswifee @unstablefemme

#ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou part 2 #ellie x fem reader #tlou fic

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harleychick91 · 7 months

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SuperCorptober Day 27: Cardigan

A Coveted Cardigan

Kara’s POV

Arriving at the outdoor cafe, I waved when I saw Lena at our normal table. “Hey, I’m glad you could step away from the office.” My brow creased at the two cups and pastries that were on the table.

“I should be thanking you. I know Snapper has everyone on a short leash right now.” Taking a sip of coffee, Lena continued. “I know your go-to order so I went ahead and placed it. I hope that’s okay.”

“Definitely.” Taking a seat, I took a long sip of coffee. “Perfect. How’s your day been?”

“Besides an incident outside my office, fine.” Lena rubbed her temple. “Ken from accounting is very lucky that I can take a joke.”

“Oh, no. What happened?” I wonder if it has to do with the heart rate spike I heard this morning.

“Ken set a spring release box on the floor next to Jess’ desk and made it look like it had fallen so she’d pick it up. Being the nice person that I am, I picked it up to put it on her desk and a fake spider leapt up from it.” Covering her face, Lena shuddered. “I love Halloween but I hate spiders. Even the ones that look fake, I can’t stand.”

“Oh, goodness. Alex did that to me once when we were kids,” I grumbled. “She had extra chores for a week. How did you know it was from Ken?”

“There was a note at the bottom of the box. I guess it’s common knowledge that I’m a decent person and Ken rushed towards my office to pick up the box. The elevator doors opened when I shrieked and he approached with caution.” I tried not to laugh as Lena told the story but I couldn’t help myself. I know the glare he got. I’ve seen that bone chilling glare. “He started apologizing as walked up. Swore up and down that he was going to get fired and blacklisted.”

“You are so much more than a “decent person,” I smirked. “But I could see how someone would think they’d be fired for that.”

“He told me to steer clear of the employee break room and kitchen. After promising to not do it again, I let him go back to work. ”

“I’m sure he felt terrible about scaring you.”

“The look of horror on his face spoke loud enough,” Lena chuckled. “How’s your day been?”

“Pretty good. Like you said, Snapper is keeping everyone on a short leash. For a few minutes, I thought I was going to need a rain check for today.”

“If you did, I would have just brought it to you,” Lena smiled. “You always bring me food when I’m too busy to leave the office.”

“You’re the best.” Finishing my pastry, I remembered the first time Lena brought me lunch since I moved floors.

“Kara,” Lena gained my attention as I darted from desk to desk.

Stopping, I smiled. “Hey! What are you doing here?”

“You said you couldn’t step away for lunch so I thought I’d bring it to you.”

“Thanks!” I smiled. “I finally got a desk so we can eat there if you’re able to stay. I need to give these to my boss. I’ll be right there.”

“Sounds good.”

Entering Snapper’s office, I could feel his judgmental scowl. “Ponytail, what have I said about non-CatCo people on the floor?”

“Technically, she still owns CatCo. So she is a CatCo person.”

Grumbling, he glared. “No fraternizing with the higher ups either.”

“We’re not…it’s not like that,” I stammered.

“Mmhmm. Whatever you say, Ponytail. Eat and get back to work.”

He would not let up on me after that. I had to prove we weren’t in a relationship so I could continue covering Luthor stories. “Soon, I may get an actual office if I decide to become chief editor.”

“You’re thinking about going for the promotion again?” I nodded. “You’d do a fantastic job. I know you would miss reporting though.”

“Thanks,” I blushed. Realizing the time, I pouted. “I hate to eat and run.”

“Duty calls.” Getting to her feet, Lena wrapped me in a strong embrace. “I’ll toss everything away. I don’t want you getting in trouble again.”

“I appreciate it.” Reciprocating, I squeezed gently. She gives the best hugs. I hate when they end. “Oh! Friday, will you bring my cardigan to game night?”

“Sure. After you left, I hung it next to my coat in the closet.”

“Thanks! See you later.”

Xxx

Lena’s POV

After a long day, I took a much needed soak in my tub. When I finished a few chapters, and a glass of wine, I placed a bookmark and stepped out of the now lukewarm water. Drying off, I slid into my favorite purple lace nightgown. I don’t get to enjoy relaxing, self care nights too often but after the spider incident this morning, I needed it. I shuddered remembering it.

Feeling the cool air of the bedroom, I slid into the long cardigan Kara left behind. Nuzzling the fabric, I smiled. It still smells like her. Sadly, she remembered it. My stomach dropped. Loving Kara from the shadows makes me feel terrible. I need to tell her how I feel. Sighing, I smirked at myself. I’d rather do this than lose her forever.

Entering the kitchen, I put the kettle on and prepared my nightly cup of tea. Turning back, I saw something scurry across my counter. Screaming, I darted across the apartment and felt a gust of wind come from the balcony.

“What is it?” A familiar voice asked.

“Kill it! Please!” I pointed towards the kitchen.

Moments later, the balcony door closed. “It’s gone, Miss Lu-,” Supergirl’s voice trailed off.

Opening my eyes, I was met by a stupefied hero. Eyes wide, mouth agape, and no words to be had. “Supergirl?” That’s the same look she gave me on the Daxamite ship years ago. Looking down at myself, I realized the cardigan was open revealing my nightgown that didn’t leave much to the imagination. So she is attracted to me. Why must it be the wrong blonde? Sauntering over, I pressed the woman’s chin upwards. “You may want to close that.”

“Y-Yes, Miss Luthor.” Supergirl stammered, trying to look anywhere but at me.

She’s so flustered. Buttoning most of the cardigan, I spoke. “Better?” All she did was nod. “I appreciate your help.”

“You’re welcome,” she cleared her throat.

Entering the kitchen, I poured myself a cup of tea. “Would you like a cup?”

“That would be nice. Thank you.”

As I fixed both cups, I kept an eye on the Super. She’s keeping her distance. That’s not normal for her. “I hope we can keep this between us.”

“Of course. No one else needs to know you’re scared of spiders.”

My brow rose. “How did you know that I’m scared of spiders? I didn’t see what exactly scurried across my counter but it wasn’t a spider.” My head tilted. “There are only five people who know I’m terrified of spiders and I don’t think you’d talk to most of them.”

“I…um…” The blonde tried to come up with an explanation but failed.

“I’m fairly certain that you’ve not had a conversation with my mother, brother, Jess, or Ken and Kara wouldn’t have told you.” Offering a steamy mug, I examined the Super’s face closely. No. How have I never seen this before? “Kara?” Panic washed over the blonde’s face. I spoke before she could open her mouth. “Don’t you dare lie to me.”

Hanging her head, Kara took the mug. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I’ve wanted to tell you but my sister and boss-,”

“Want you to keep your secret identity a secret.” Taking a seat on the couch, I sighed. “Even from me.”

“They gave me the green light to tell you yesterday.” Kara stared at her tea. “I’ve been too scared to tell you because I’ve been lying to you for years now. Ever since we became friends, that’s the one thing you’ve asked me to never do,” her voice shook. “Everything else has been true. I wanted one person that I could just be Kara with.”

“Come sit.” I patted the seat beside me. “I understand where you’re coming from. I’m desperately trying to not be hurt by this but I can’t help how I feel.”

“I understand.” Placing her tea on the coffee table, Kara sat beside me.

“Good.” Wrapping my arms around the blonde, I pulled her close. “You will always be Kara to me. The only thing that changed is that you have a few new tricks up your sleeve.”

Carefully, Kara wrapped her arms around my waist. Her head resting against my chest. “You’ll always be my Lena too.”

“Your Lena?” I questioned with a grin. Every muscle in Kara’s body tightened. “When did I become yours?” Not that I’m complaining.

“N-N…th…that’s not….” Kara stammered. She began to relax as I rubbed her back.

“No more secrets?” Kara nodded, unsure of where I was going. “I know you love me as a best friend but are you falling in love with me too? I’m fairly certain you’re attracted to me by a few of your reactions,” I paused. “Especially tonight.” The woman’s grip tightened on my clothes. “We’re going to be okay no matter what your answer is.”

“I’ve already fallen for you…” She swallowed hard. “And yes, I’m attracted to you.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” Thank God!

Meeting my gaze, Kara whispered. “You’re okay with that?”

“Yes, because now I don’t have to secretly snuggle or wear your clothes because they smell like you. Now, hopefully, I can just snuggle with you.”

Heat burnt the Super’s face as a goofy grin appeared. “I may or may not do the same thing…”

“Kiss me, you beautiful goober.” Tilting Kara’s chin upwards, I pressed a gentle kiss against soft lips.

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