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moonlightazriel · 5 months

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Baby bumps and cookie crumbs /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Azriel comes home from a mission to find his mate bonding with his family.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,2K

Notes: A little Christmas spirit for this blog since my Christmas won’t be that good.

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Azriel sighed, removing his boots by the door, the house quiet, the only sound being the soft steps as his feet made it to the master bedroom. Whenever he came home from a mission he would find her there, tangled in the blankets, snoring softly and with a serene expression adorning her beautiful face.

But to his surprise, the house was empty, his warrior instincts kicking in. He held the truth teller in between his fingers, searching around the house for her, but she wasn’t anywhere. Her scent was the only lingering in the air, which made him relax a bit.

With solstice preparations she was probably out in town, but he couldn’t help thinking the worst whenever she was out of his sight. As if sensing his distress, he felt three pulls in his chest, and the bond hummed with life. He took a deep breath, going back to the bedroom so he could have a bath.

A knock sounded by the door, and Azriel went to answer, towel hanging on his hips and another one drying his hair. He opened the door, rolling his eyes at Cassian’s whistle.

“If I knew you would be in the shower, I would’ve come earlier.” He mocked, shoving Azriel aside so he could make himself comfortable on his couch.

“Where’s my mate?” He asked, leaving Cassian in the living room so he could get dressed.

“At the River House, everyone’s there.” Cassian's voice was muffled, and when Azriel got back to the living room, fully dressed and fixing the beanie over his hair, Cassian had a whole cupcake in his mouth.

“Hey, those were mine.” He slapped Cassian’s head.

“It’s not my fault your mate cooks like an angel.” Cassian cleaned the frosting around his mouth and aimed for the door. “I was sent to get you, so let’s go.”

“After you.” Azriel motioned for him to go first, locking the door behind him.

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Indeed everyone was there, the house filled with joy and laughter, the whole place was warm, and he thanked Lucien mentally, cuz the short flight to the River House was cold even for him. The redhead was by the fireplace, shoving wood into the fire.

“Hey man, thanks for that, it’s freezing out there.” Cassian said, squeezing Lucien’s shoulder, to which the male just smiled, nodding his head.

“Azriel!” He greeted, and he greeted back. He wanted to find his mate, his body buzzing with energy to be with her. “Y/N is in the kitchen with the other females.” Lucien winked and Azriel thanked him.

He crossed the house until reaching the kitchen, pushing the double doors open, the space was a mess, Feyre was sitting with a happy smile, sipping in her wine. Nesta was by her side, resting her head on her shoulder, the two sisters watched the scene unfold.

With a thin layer of flower covering her hair, Y/N was giggling, pinching Nyx’s cheeks as the boy screamed in joy. Elain was by her side, trying to mix what looked like cookie dough.

“Now, help aunt Elain with the chocolate chips.” She gave him the package and the boy slowly added them into the mix.

Azriel took a deep breath, the smell of pastries, wine and life growing filled his senses. Y/N turned to him, her face glowing in happiness as she spotted him watching her from the doorway.

She walked to him, and she tried to wrap her hands around his neck to pull him in for a hug, but a 9 months pregnant belly got in the way, preventing her from holding him like she wanted, making her adorably pout.

“I love our baby, but I can’t wait to get rid of this belly.” She smiled and Azriel felt his heart melting.

“Maybe this helps?” He suggested turning her around and hugging her from behind, head resting in the crook of her neck and hands cupping her belly, holding the weight for her. Y/N leaned into him, moaning a bit too loudly.

“Ew, get a room.” Nesta groaned.

“When you’re carrying a baby and your mate holds the weight for you, let’s see if you’re not going to be moaning like a lady from the pleasure hall.” Feyre poked her sister’s side, prompting Nesta to wiggle away from her.

“Uncle Az.” Little Nyx grabbed his legs, making grabby hands towards the male. Azriel scoped him up, kissing the boy’s cheek.

“How are you doing buddy?” The boy looked at him.

“We’re making bat cookies. Aunty Y/N and Aunty Elain are the best at making them.” Y/N giggled.

“Only because we have the best assistant in the world.” Nyx turned to her, lowering his body until he kissed her belly.

“When I’ll get to play with my cousin?” He asked and his mother shimmed in, grabbing him from Azriel’s lap.

“Soon baby, soon. Now let’s get clean for dinner.” She took the baby away.

“You should get cleaned too, you’re covered in flour.” He pulled her as close as possible, brushing the white powder from her head. He lowered until he captured her lips in a gentle kiss. “I missed you two.”

She reached for his face, caressing his cheek, tracing the contour of his lips, like she could never get enough of looking at him.

“We missed you too, Azzy.” The shadowsinger led his mate to the dinner room where everyone was gathering. He scooted his chair closer to hers, never wanting to be apart, resting a hand on her belly.

“How is little Cassian doing?” The male asked, turning his attention to her.

“They are just fine, Cassian, we don’t know if it’s a boy or not.” She started.

“And…” Azriel sipped on his wine. “We’re not naming our child after you.”

“What?” Cassian scoffed. “Why not? And I’m sure it’s a boy.”

“No one knows that for sure Cass.” Y/N pointed, and Elain cleared her throat.

“I know.” She simply stated. “I had a vision last week.”

“You know?” Azriel asked in shock.

“Do you guys want me to tell you? I’m totally fine with keeping it a secret if that’s what you wish.” She smiled sweetly at them, Lucien had an arm around her shoulder in reassurance as Elain was still very shy about her powers.

Az looked at Y/N, the two didn’t need to have Daemati powers to communicate silently, they just knew each other that well.

“We do.” The two said in union. Elain felt her cheeks hot as all the eyes were on her now.

“You are going to be having a boy.” She shyly replied, just to be startled by Cassian's loud cheer, smacking the table.

“I told you little Cassian is on the way.” He pointed to the couple, forcing them to laugh along with him.

“Thanks Elain, that means a lot.” Y/N replied, smiling widely to the female.

That night, the family celebrated the new member, drinking wine and eating bat cookies that tasted absolutely delicious. And when Azriel took his mate home later that night, warming himself in her soft embrace. He ran his fingers through her hair.

“Our little boy will be here soon.” She whispered.

“I can’t wait to meet him.” He kissed her, feeling his chest full with love. “Our precious little boy.”

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nctsplug02 · 7 months

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Soft dom husband!mark , coming tired from practice and just needs his wife, fluff and smut pls add whatever u think will be fine, your mind works better than mine lol

Love your writings♡♡

Shower Sex M.Lee

GENRE: fluff, smut, married couple.

WARNINGS: shower sex

it was eleven-thirty at night and mark still wasn’t home.

the door unlocking has your ears perked up and has you pushing off the couch. you pause your show and walk towards the front door of the penthouse.

your husband walks in with his duffle bag hanging from his shoulder and his beanie nearly falling off.

“hey, markie. welcome home.” mark looks up and instantly smile. “oh, baby.” mark stumbles forward and drops his bag, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck.

“didn’t wanna use the elevator tonight?” your hands softly pat marks back and head. “it’s been such a long day and.. i really.. really needed to see you.” mark sighs heavily.

you pinch his red ears and smooth the shell. “i’ll reheat dinner and we can talk about how today was while we eat, yeah?”

mark pulls away from you and rubs his eyes. “i know— i’m sorry, baby. i wasn’t home for dinner.” you shake your head and kick the door shut with your foot, the top lock locks instantly.

“that’s alright, baby.” you cup marks face and you kiss his lips. “wanna take a shower instead? you’re kind of stinky.” you say with a giggle.

mark follows your giggle and groans. “i’d love to and i really don’t want to be a pain in the ass but.. i’m really sore and..” mark sighs and rubs his face.

“yes, mark. i can help wash you, that’s fine. you’ve been at practice for over twelve hours, you deserve a break and some caretaking.” you take his hand and drag him to the bathroom.

you don’t bother closing the door since it was just you and mark who lived in the small penthouse.

you undress mark who vents to you about his day, telling you how he barely took breaks because he didn’t want to mess up for their performances.

“okay, go in the shower first. i’m gonna grab some to towels and i’ll join you in a second.” you push mark towards the running shower but the butt naked man watches as you leave and come back with a stack of towels.

“mark,” you whine when seeing him just standing there . “you were supposed to go in the shower and soak up first.” you set the stack of towels on the toilet lid.

“i know,” mark bites his lip and places a hand on the door handle. “just wanted to wait for you.” he whispers and enters the shower.

you shake your head and undress yourself before joining mark in the hot, steaming shower.

“mm, the water feels amazing.” you shut your eyes and sigh. “you mind if i turn the water a bit colder?” you open your eyes to see mark already holding the faucet. “whatever helps you relax, baby.”

you let out a little gasp when the water turns icy cold. “geez,” you mumble, looking down when feeling your nipples grow crazy hard.

“sorry, babe.” mark holds your waist and rubs little circles on your soft skin.

you grab your navy blue loofa and squirt some watermelon body wash onto it, fluffing it up and turning to mark.

“you’ve been working so hard, markie.” you turn him around and scrub the loofa on his back. “i’m so proud of you, markie.” you then scrub his shoulders, a moan exhales from marks throat. “you’re a bit tight there, mark. i’ll give you a massage when we get out.” mark rolls his neck and sighs.

you turn him around and begin to rub the loofa on his chest. “you’re smelling a lot better than before.” you giggle and watch as he inhales the watermelon scent with a giggle.

you move down to his abs, lubing his body with the scented bubbles. “oh,” you stop when seeing how hard mark was.

you look up at mark who bites his lip and flexes his abs making his cock twitch and nudge your arm.

“should i wash this too?” you move the loofa down to his cock. “oh, fuck.” mark gasps and jerks, quickly grabbing your hand and looking down at you.

you bite your lip and grin. “may i?” mark takes in your puppy eyes and nods. you drop the loofa and grab mark by the base.

“you’re so hard.” you whisper, jerking him off and washing away the bubbles. “geez, y/n.” mark groans as you take him in your mouth.

you circle your tongue around his tip and tease his tiny slit. you moan around him as the tip of your tongue massages right under his head.

“ooh, fuck.” mark pants, placing a hand on your head and forcing himself to stop himself before he gets out of hand.

you drop your hands and look up at mark, softly nodding and allowing him to fuck your face. you shut your eyes while mark forces his cock down your throat.

your throat tightens around mark and he moans loudly. his noises bouncing off the tight shower walls. “fuck, y/n. f—fuck!” mark pants and groans, hugging your head and keeping his stuttering hips in place.

marks cum shooting down your throat while you choke and slap his thigh. “just a little bit more, baby.” mark mutters, bucking his hips as if your nose wasn’t already touching his abdomen.

marks tip tickling the back of your throat causing you to gag. your eyes water and tears slip past your cheeks.

you gasp and fall on your ass when mark releases you. you wipe the drool from your chin and attempt to catch your breath. globs of tears slip down your cheeks and the shower quickly washes them away.

“i’m sorry, baby.” mark helps you up and hugs your body against his. “i got a bit outta control.” mark presses a few kisses on your shoulder and jaw.

“that’s okay,” you pinch his ears and rub his jaw. “you feelin’ better?” mark looks up at you. “a little bit. but,” you raise an eyebrow. “but?” you question.

instead of answering, mark pins you against the wall and lifts your leg. he pins your thigh to his hips and slips his fingers into you.

“oh, fuck.” you gasp, dropping your head and letting your knees buckle. mark catches you and rests his forehead against yours, droplets fall from his nose and strands of hair.

“try and stay up for me, gorgeous.” mark mutters with a smirk.

it was torture, mark fingering you while telling you to not cum yet. his thumb rubbing your clit while he fingers push past your gummy walls. his fingers curling and brushing your g-spot.

“hold on, baby.” mark grunts as he grabs his dick and holds it against your entrance. “mark, please hurry!” you whine desperately.

“you’re so eager,” mark chuckles. “it’s pathetic.” he scoffs and pushes himself into you.

you dig your nails into his shoulders as mark brings you to your tip-toes. mark squeezes your thigh and moans as you tighten around him.

mark fucks you quickly.

his hips smacking against yours roughly, his vocals kicking in and mixing with yours. the sounds of skin smacking against skin echos in the small shower.

“oh, mark.” you moan, pulling him closer so that his chest is pressed against yours. “i’m gonna cum, mark.” you gasp as mark rolls his hips and pushes himself deeper inside you.

you hug mark tightly as you cream all over mark. “s—shit, y/n!” mark shudders and thrusts one last time before shooting his load into you.

uncontrollably, marks hips stutter into yours.

mark drops your leg and backs his hips up, just a bit so his cock falls out of you.

mark drops to his knees and lifts your other leg, giving the first leg a rest. “mark, what are you—?” mark gives you one look and buries his face between your thighs.

“oohh, wow.” you gasp and grab a fistful of his hair. marks tongue enters you before leaving and licking a long stripe on your clit.

“shit.” you hold your breath.

you run your fingers through his wet tangled hair while his tongue circles your clit. “fuck,” you groan and watch as mark eats you out like a hungry man. “oh, my god.”

mark turns his head and laps your juice from a different position.

“i’m gonna cum, m—markie!” you jerk forward as mark sucks your clit. his mouth fully attached to your clit, his only focus.

marks tongue suckles and brings your orgasm closer… and closer… and—

you shudder and let out a cry when your orgasm hits you. it stings you like a bee and doesn’t go away until mark is pulling away, heavily breathing.

his chest falls as fast as it rises.

“you taste,” mark wipes the back of his mouth with his backhand. “so fucking sweet.” he chuckles with a taunting smirk.

mark stands up with his hands on your hips.

“i do, huh?” your legs buzz and slowly turn numb. “you taste very sweet, baby.” mark pulls you by the waist and hugs you to his chest.

“i wonder how sweet you’re gonna taste.” mark inhales to say something but doesn’t say a word, instead he watches as you lower yourself onto your knees.

you bite your lip and grab him by the base, “mwah.” you press a soft kiss on his tip. “fuck, baby. this is gonna be a long night, huh?”

you swirl your tongue around his tip and hum. “uh-huh.” you giggle before swallowing him whole.

AN| this was so shit but it’ll have to do for now! i love you all, i’m sorry for being inactive. i’m so busy! <3

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yawnderu · 5 months

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Lorelei — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | Part IV

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Simon doesn't cry. The last time he cried was out of shock, coming home to see his entire family executed by who he thought were his allies, his friends, his comrades. Simon doesn't cry, but you can see how broken his soul is in the way his hands delicately hold you close to him. You can feel it in the way his heart is beating fast in your ear, his lips pressing gentle kisses on the top of your head while you're barely conscious, too tired from the late-night conversation you had with him.

The man who broke you a year ago is the same man whose touch pieces your soul together, his warm hands doing nothing but serve as a reassurance that he's here. He's here, alive, and he's not going anywhere. Not anymore.

He waits until you're snoring softly to gently settle you back down in bed, taking one last look at your peaceful sleeping expression before getting up from bed slowly, leaving the room and walking in the dark towards his baby's room. He closes the door behind him, approaching the crib with footsteps so quiet one would think he's still the ghost, but he's not, not when he's here. He's just Simon.

"Hey, sweet girl." He greets in a whisper, leaning down in front of the crib to look at his daughter. What a fucking sight, he thinks; brown eyes focused on the way his tiny girl is holding a bunny plushie close to her, wearing the skull pattern pajamas he bought her a few weeks ago. Simon has strong genes— the baby looks like a girly replica of him, her dark brown hair framing her pretty face, nose slightly rosy from the cold. He adjusts her beanie, lifting the blanket enough so more of her body can be covered even while she's asleep. His hand hesitates when he feels the baby stirring awake, taking a step back before her brown eyes open, peering at him.

"Good morning, sweetheart." He whispers, afraid to wake you up even while you're an entire room away. His big hands reach out for the baby, cradling her in his arms as he walks around the house until he reaches the living room, not bothering to turn on the light to not bother his baby. She's calm— not crying, simply babbling as she looks up at him, her hands balled into fists, too used to holding something. Simon can feel her tiny nails digging into his bare chest, yet he doesn't mind, gently rocking his girl under the comfort of the dark living room, the moonlight illuminating enough so they can both look at each other.

"Papa." His heart almost stops when he hears the little girl say her first word, looking down at her with wide eyes and a proud smile. He almost thinks he imagined it until she repeats it louder, tiny hands pulling on his dog tags. His hand dwarfs the baby's head as he presses her closer to his bare chest, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of her tiny body against his. He never thought he'd be a father— hell, the idea itself never went through his head even when his family was alive, yet ever since he first saw his baby girl? Simon fell in love.

"Papa's here, Astrid." He plants a gentle kiss on her forehead, her tiny balled up hands now holding his cheeks and pulling slightly on the stubble, making him groan in pain, something she finds amusing, a cheeky giggle coming out of her.

"Gentle." He reminds her, pulling her away so she's not able to keep torturing his scarred cheeks. He smiles down at her, one of his hands coming up to gently pinch her chubby cheeks, another giggle coming out of the tiny girl. She’s an angel— rarely cries and is always giggling, her gummy smile full on display for anyone lucky enough to see her.

His pretty angel. A split image of everything Simon could have been if he had a normal family and rather than feeling bitter about it, he feels happy. Happy to be able to see her grow, to give her and you the life you both deserve, even if you're not together.

He lays down on the couch with the baby resting on his chest, the chain and metal of his dog tags enough to keep her distracted as he admires her under the moonlight seeping through the window, wanting to memorize every single detail on her tiny face. The pain of losing a second brother to him is still there, yet this tiny girl heals his soul and gives him hope.

Johnny would have loved you. He thinks as he looks at her, imagining Johnny playing with his baby. A quiet chuckle escapes his lips as he thinks of the tiny girl pulling on his mowkhawk, her bad habit of pulling on people's hair something he became too familiar with, his buzzcut not saving him from his baby's surprisingly strong grip. His mind inevitably goes back to his family, thinking of Joseph playing with his baby, of Tommy experiencing being an uncle, or Beth and his mum gossiping with you while looking at Simon, proud smiles in their faces. He can't help the way his eyes sting, slightly rimming with tears in the company of his baby.

His eyes close as he takes a deep breath, allowing a stray tear to roll down his cheek while the rest dots his long eyelashes. His hand plays with his little girl's hair, the other one firmly holding her close to his bare chest while she babbles on, her innocence a complete contrast to who he is.

"Mum?" He begins, eyes still closed and voice shaky.

"This is my baby, Astrid. She's four months old... lovely girl, ain't she?" He speaks quietly to nothing, imagining his mum is there, watching over him, a bright smile on her lips.

"I still haven't won her mum over, but I'm trying. I'm gonna marry this girl, mummy, I know I will." Simon doesn't cry, but his stomach muscles tense as he holds back a sob, not wanting to startle the baby resting on him. Her silence finally makes his eyes open, tear-rimmed circles of darkness softening when he sees the peaceful sleeping expression on his baby.

"I love you so much." He confesses in a whisper, his short nails gently massaging her scalp, his warm chest working as a personal heater for the sleeping baby. His back is starting to hurt but he's not going to risk waking the girl up, simply closing his eyes again and focusing on getting some sleep. With how badly he has been sleeping since he came back, he doesn't even realize when he drifted off to sleep, only being awoken hours later by the smell of pancakes and tea.

He looks down at his chest, finding a blanket covering him, but no sight of his baby. That's enough to send him in a panic, immediately getting up and looking around the living room, his fast-beating heart only slowing down once he sees the baby sitting on a highchair in the kitchen, your back turned to him as you hum and prepare breakfast.

"Bloody hell— you scared the shit out of me." He lets out a deep breath, trying his best to calm down as he starts walking towards you, one of his hands resting on your waist as you look over your shoulder and shoot him a cheeky grin.

"You scared the shit out of me when I saw the empty crib." He gives you an apologetic smile, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head and laughing as he narrowly misses the kick thrown to his arse.

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wileys-russo · 6 months

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please can you write a little fic about Leah’s beanie in her most recent insta post, like her gf thinking she looks cute and making her post a pic or taking the piss out of Leah for posting a pic in the beanie x

garden gnome II l.williamson

"god its fucking freezing!" you shivered, subbed off with ten minutes to go as your body finally cooled down from all the running, the brisk london air sharp as needles as the wind blew on and you collapsed onto the subs bench.

"thank you less." you sighed in relief as alessia handed you your puffer, the blonde sending you a smile as the two of you leaned into one another a little more to stay warm, lia joining in on your other side.

all three of you jumped to your feet buzzing with new energy as the whistle finally blew announcing your victory. "steffyyy!" you cheered loudly, jumping on the older girls back who stumbled but let out a laugh as you kissed her cheek and hopped down.

"if you play like that with jet lag we're sending you back to melbourne for the week." you teased as she hugged you properly. "puddin points are best cooked under pressure." caitlin flung an arm over your shoulder with a grin as she and steph high fived.

you were flanked by lotte, vic and alessia as you did your thank you lap, clapping to the fans as you caught your girlfriends eye in the stands, clapping up at her making her roll her eyes with a smile as she chatted away to ellie who gave you a wave.

"lovesick much." alessia teased, bumping her shoulder into yours as vic echoed her word making you stick your tongue out at them. "look at her all bundled up and in her little beanie, she's so cute i just wanna go and give her a cuddle." you sighed still looking up at her.

"oi! jealous much?" you pushed vic who gagged at your words, the force of your push sending her tumbling onto her bum as she glared up at you. "run." alessia patted your shoulder as you took off, a string of angry dutch following you as the two of you raced in laps around the pitch until she caught you and punched you sharply in the arm, the team all called in for a huddle.

"hello gorgeous." a pair of arms tightly wound round you from behind as you settled happily into the extra warmth, tilting your head back and smiling up at the older blonde. she stayed holding onto you as you all bunched up for the post match talk, her hands only moving to clap loudly as jonas finished up talking.

"mum wants to see you." leah mumbled with a kiss to your cheek, nodding for you follow her as you both made your way into the fast clearing stands. "amanda!" you grinned as the woman pulled you into a tight hug. "love you played brilliantly! even if leah wouldn't shut up with her personal coaching the entire match." she rolled her eyes as leah protested the accusation.

"oh i've no doubt once we're home i'll get the full debrief on everything i could have done better. gaffa williamson loves to come out after a win!" you teased, leah pinching your sides with a stern look as you only smiled, pecking her lips.

"try raising her, every single little thing gets feedback even if you don't ask for it. for someone who can't cook god she just loves to critisise everyone else who can!" amanda added on with a dramatic sigh.

"yeah i bought the wrong brand of ham the other week. should have heard how she moaned about it for days!" "used to yell directions at me and scream for me to go faster when i drove her to training every week, as if i didn't drive her there every week."

"right fuck off what is it pick on leah day! i'm injured here thanks how bout a bit of sympathy?" your girlfriend huffed, crossing her arms with a scowl. "oh sorry baby i forgot how sensitive you are. is everyone being mean to you?" you continued to tease, pinching her cheeks in your hands as amanda watched on fondly.

"you look so cute in your beanie lee lee, my little garden gnome." you cooed mockingly, smooshing her face in your hands as her eyes burned into you with a murderous glare. "gnome-o and juliet eh?" amanda grinned making you high five her with a cheer.

"mum! god don't fucking don't encourage her she's relentless." leah groaned, pulling you into a headlock as you smacked her stomach through the three layers she was bundled in. "you love it." she let you up and pulled you into a tight hug, her arms curled around your neck and resting on your shoulders as the two of you chatted with her mum for a bit.

"oh i need a photo before i go! to mark the win." amanda was about to leave as she perked up, pulling out her phone as she tucked herself in beside you, leahs chin resting on the top of your head as the three of you smiled happily and amanda took a few selfies.

"beautiful. i'll see you both round for dinner yeah?" she reminded firmly as you nodded. "yeah we'll be round after five mum, i'll pick grandma up on the way." leah confirmed as amanda beamed, hugging you both goodbye as the three of you descended from the stands.

you and leah hung around for another half hour chatting with your team mates, cuddled into one another the entire time as you battled the ongoing teasing from your team mates, both claiming you were just keeping one another warm.

"what are you doing now?" leah sighed as you both made her way toward her car and you dropped her hand, pulling out your phone and ordering her to pose.

"capturing the memory. i'm gonna start a little garden gnome scrapbook of all your beanie pictures, this ones disappointingly not as pointy as normal but you still look adorable." you beamed snapping a few photos of her as you reached her car, the back lot where the players parked basically almost empty.

"leah!" you laughed as she huffed and yanked off her beanie, hair tied back into a low and loose bun as she pulled her hood up and advanced on you. "hi baby." you grinned as she pushed you against the side of her car, smile tugging at her lips as her arms caged you in.

"lee!" you laughed again as she tugged her beanie down over your head, covering your eyes and attacking your face with kisses as she held the material down on your head and you struggled to push her away.

"whose the little garden gnome now?" leah sung out, flipping up the edge of the beanie so your eyes were free to meet hers, the blonde giving you a dazzlingly bright smile. "still you, you've got the pointy cone head not me." you shrugged, tapping on the top of her head as her mouth formed a small o of offence.

"what am i going to do with you?" leah tutted, shaking her head with a sigh. "kiss me and never stop." you whispered, hands grabbing the sides of her hood and pulling her mouth to meet yours. though before anything got carried away she gently intertwined your hands and pulled away.

"oh just you wait till we get home cheeky girl."

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yxngbxkkie · 7 months

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surprises (b.c)

two fics in one day isn't a common thing 🫢 i'm doing a fic of 3racha in NY for each one, so all that's left is hanji 🫢 I hope you guys like this and look forward to the next! 💓💓

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

Your heart is racing in your chest as you've been waiting for this moment for almost two months. You sit on a bench in Central Park, noticing a family having a picnic in the middle of the field. A smile reaches your lips as you watch the father chase his daughter around.

"Cute," you whisper to yourself, pulling your phone out. 6:43 pm.

You and Skijigi came up with a plan together to surprise your boyfriend, Chan, since the two of you haven't been able to see each other in a while.

"Just a little bit longer," you mumble to yourself, locking your phone before slipping it back into the hoodie pocket.

A shiver runs down your spine as the chilly wind brushes your clothed skin. You put the hood of your hoodie up, pulling the drawstrings to keep the warmth in.

You begin to glance around again, noticing two people walking in your direction. Your breath hitches in your throat as you recognize Chan.

You stand up from the bench, not being able to wait any longer. You start walking towards the two, and you giggle as Chan keeps his head down. You press your lips together before deciding to bump into him.

Skijigi slows down a bit without the man beside him knowing, wanting to give the two of you space to reunite. You purposely bump your shoulder with Chan's before instantly apologizing.

"Shit, I'm sorry," you keep your laugh in, placing one of your hands on his shoulder.

Chan looks up to apologize as well, only for his eyes to widen when he sees you. "Y/N?" He asks, looking around for his manager.

"Hi, baby," you chuckle, clasping your hands together.

He grins, dimples indenting his cheeks. "I can't believe you're here," he mentions before bringing you into a hug. "Hi, my baby."

You wrap your arms around his neck, your chuckling continuing. You hide your face in the crook of his neck as his grip on you tightens.

"What are you doing here?" Chan asks after pulling away, his hands moving to your shoulders.

"I came to surprise my boyfriend," you tell him, lifting a hand to pinch his cheek. "I missed you, so Skijigi and I came up with a plan."

Chan moves his hands to your face, stroking your cheeks before kissing you softly. "How did I get so lucky?" He sighs.

"Turns out," you pause, gaining his full attention again, "you're real cute, baby."

His cheeks start to blush, and you know for a fact that his ears are turning red under his black beanie. You lean on your toes, planting another kiss on his lips.

"I love you," Chan whispers against your lips, one of his hands slipping behind your head.

"I love you too, Channie," you mumble, resting your forehead on his. "Wanna take a walk?"

He nods his head, and you grab a hold of his hand, lacing your fingers together. You rest your head against his shoulder as you and Chan begin to walk through Central Park together.

"Are you guys excited for tomorrow?" You ask him as your free hand rests on his bicep.

"Yeah. Han and Changbin are probably the most excited though," he laughs while you shift your head to look at him. "They're actual kids sometimes, I swear."

You let out a loud laugh, nodding your head in agreement. "They are kids, Channie," you remind him, picking at the fabric of his hoodie.

"Anyway, we're very excited. The other members have wished us luck multiple times already. I wish they could've been here," he sighs, shoving his free hand into his pocket.

"I know," you squeeze his bicep in reassurance. "There's always next time, remember that."

Chan nods his head before kissing the top of your head. "Thank you, baby," he whispers loud enough for you to hear. "What would I do without you?"

"Crash and burn," you joke with him, nudging his shoulder with yours. He laughs with you before playfully rolling his eyes.

"You're probably right," Chan giggles as he starts swinging your conjoined hands. "Hey, I've got a question."

The smile falls from your lips at the serious tone of his voice. "Yeah? What's up, baby?" You ask him, beginning to feel a little nervous.

He stops walking and pulls you off of the path. That way, you're not in anyone else's way. Chan holds both of your hands, his dark eyes looking into yours. You squeeze them gently, signaling for him to ask his question.

"Would you move in with me?" He asks you, causing your eyes to widen.

"Really?" You ask in disbelief.

Chan nods his head, smiling fondly at you. You pout at him as you can feel tears brimming your eyes. "Oh, baby, don't cry," he panics slightly, releasing your hands to hold your face.

"Sorry, I'm just -" you laugh, shaking your head. "I would love to move in with you, Channie."

"Yeah?" He beams, eyes lighting up at your words.

You nod your head, and he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss. He deepens the kiss immediately, and you hook your arms around his neck. After the two of you pull away, Chan wraps his arms around you before lifting you slightly.

"Are the guys okay with it?" You ask after he puts you down.

"I've already spoken with them, and they don't mind you moving in," he assures you, "plus, you practically already live there."

You giggle. "You're right."

Chan quickly kisses your lips again. "When we get home, I'll help move your stuff in," he grins widely.

"I love you, Channie."

He kisses your forehead, mumbling, "I love you too, Y/N. So much."

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christinarowie332 · 6 months

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too risky ?

chris sturniolo x reader (smut)

who would fold first ? and where ?

warnings: smut , language , public sex . slight pov switching . not proof read !

this is long as fuck i apologize but bare with the plot i swear

massive big fat shoutout to @mattenthusiast @iheart2021chris and @mattsd0ll for giving me the ideas for dis fic . love y’all 🤍

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3 days . that is how long it has been since chris and i have fucked . i am by no means a sex addict . but fucking lord i’m loosing my fucking mind .

me and chris along with his brothers decided to all take a last minute vacation to boston ; to stay with their parents. it’s the third day now and out of respect for his family i decided i wasn’t going to have sex with him in his house , i even decided to room with nick instead . we have spent the majority of this time in the house playing board games and making memories , however today we decided to go out for a meal , just the kids , justin included .

we picked a fancy restaurant but still on the more underground type , so as i’m getting ready i have no idea what im going to wear .

“chris ,baby! you can’t wear a fucking beanie!” i tease him , pulling the hat off his head as he walks past me while i’m studying my choices in his closet .

he turns around , watching me throw the beanie on the bed and ruffles his hair back into place , annoyance very openly painted on his face . “y/n , bro , my hair looks stupid i need it” he whines out , while plopping himself down on the edge of the bed , manspreading and adjusting himself and his cargo pants . i turn around , black slip on dress in hand smiling to him as i close the doors of his wardrobe and make my way between his legs .

“you look fine chris , your haircut is perfect , your outfit is perfect , your face is perfect….god your hot….” i say while situating myself standing between his legs , putting my fingers through his hair as his hands snake their way to my bare back , in a bra and shorts . he pulls me in closer , smirk growing on his face as i completely get lost in his features , the harsh above lighting making his cheekbone’s stand out, and his jawline sharper then ever . his half lidded eyes meeting mine , pupils dialated , completely black with need .

“quit being a tease y/n , you’re the one who made the rules.” his voice snaps me out of my trance , letting my hands fall from the back of his neck as i step away from him smiling .

i pull my shorts down so i’m in my underwear, watching myself in the mirror on his closet door , watching him watch me . my ass is fully in his face , a black thong being the only thing covering my body .“pass me my dress please baby” i say as i keep eye contact with him in the mirror , putting my hand out behind me before he places the silky material into my palm . i slip the dress on , the thin straps tickling my shoulders as i slowly pull them to their place , the thin material of my dress carefully falling over my curves. he watches my face in the reflective object as i do this , trying to keep from looking where he shouldn’t .

“can you do me up chris ?” i ask him innocently, referring to the sip resting against my spine . he gets up slowly and walks towards me . still looking in my fucking eyes . break chris .

his cold fingers graze my neck as he moves my hair slowly, i’m sure he can see my blood pumping rapidly in my jugular . the air is thick with tension , allmost suffocating as he slowly moves the zipper up to my neck , the first time his eyes have left mine to carefully pull the fastener up my back : wary to not pinch my skin in the metal. he meets my eyes again and i let out a breath . he puts his hands to my ear from behind me , moving my hair from my neck and moves his lips to the skin . hovering, he moves to my ear .

“I know what your doing baby”

his whisper sends a shock through my body , i inhale quickly, eyes twitching as he looks away and turns around to walk towards his bed . he lies down and puts his back against the head board , a sly smile forming as he puts am arm behind his head before speaking . “you look fucking amazing ma”

this is going to be a long night .

we finally make it to the restaurant, chris’s hand never leaving my waist , from the house , from the car , to the table . his hand only moves when we finally sit down ….to my thigh.

“what do y’all want , i’m craving a MEAN bowl of alfredo rn” nick says diverting my attention from chris’s thumb on my inner thigh , drawing small circles on the soft skin .

“nick your allways getting alfredo , this is no suprise” matt replies from across me .rolling his eyes at his older brother , skimming through the menu before continuing to speak. “imma get some gnocchi i think , the one y/n made the other night seriously changed my life” he says looking at me .

i smile and look at my own menu. “i cant decide between a ceaser salad …. or pesto gnocchi, i love them both i cant-“ i’m interrupted by nick slamming the table . everyone’s eyes on our own table and half the restaurant on him .

“this … y/n is why i love you- have i mentioned that ? because I LOVE YOU !” nick very loudly exclaims from opposite chris , leaning over the table , allmost knocking over our empty wine glasses .

“nick i think your mistaking your love for pesto with y/n , relax” chris replies nonchalantly, his voice emotionless and his face neutral .

we order our food and get lost in conversation, justin ordering the boys their soft drinks , him a jack and coke , me a red wine . our food comes and we all enjoy it , after nicks outburst i ordered pesto gnocchi. of course.

nick matt and justin get lost in a heated debate , the content of this conversation falls on deaf ears to me as i slowly feel chris’s hand move under my dress . his hands tightly placed on my inner thigh .

he moves his hand up towards my core and runs his fingers down the fabric of my underwear , earning a soft and allmost undetected gasp from me . allmost. he hears and moves his middle finger to my clit over my thong , gently running it up and down over the fabric . my hips jerk forward and my legs open subconsciously . my eyes snap to chris’s , silently pleading . his expression never changes , he just removes his gaze from me to his brothers . continuing his movements.

“i have to go to the bathroom.” i announce to the table , the conversation dies down as they all look towards me . i scrape my chair across the floor as i rise from my seat, pulling my skirt down and wiping out the creases.

he watches as i walk away before turning his head towards his brothers , meeting their confused and concerned faces .

“what?” he asks , now matching their expression , jumping from face to face .

“is she good?” justin asks while bringing is cup to his face , taking a sip with furrowed eyebrows .

“yeah is she allright?” matt asks , looking towards the disabled bathroom door .

“oh um , yeah she just isn’t feeling well …. i’ll go see if she’s okay” chris lies through his teeth before getting up and walking towards the bathroom door . his family accepts this and carry on their conversation.

chris knows the door and speaks “hey , it’s chris can i come in?” he asks sweetly . allmost immediately door swings open and i yank him by his shirt inside, i slam the door and lock it , pushing him against it .

his eyes are wide for a second, before they fall and a smirk grows on his lips . “giving up?”

“oh shut the fuck up and fuck me” i say before grabbing his neck and attaching my lips onto his . he allmost immediately reacts, grabbing my face and plunging his tongue into my mouth. he never once breaks the kiss and he walks us both over to the sink , my back hitting the ceramic object harshly , making me gasp allowing him more access to me as he explore my mouth with his tongue, no battle for dominance as his takes over while i place my hand over his dick over his pants. i break the kiss to jump on the sink counter, opening my legs to allow him to situate himself between them. he breaks the distance again , his hands move down from my neck to my hips as i wrap my legs around his waist .

i unbuckle his belt while my lips are on his , he pulls away and glances down at my hand and chuckles to himself at my eagerness .

“we gotta be quiet baby ok ? u sure u want to do this ?”. he asks while unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to the floor . i nod and he tuts while angling his head . “i said quiet .not silent , use your words”

“yes , please , fuck me chris , please” i breathlessly ramble , nodding my head frantically as i kiss him again . not caring how pathetic i must look as i hurriedly pull down his boxers after breaking the kiss .

i watch as his dick basically springs up from where it was kept , pre cum basically dripping from the tip . seems he was just as eager . he pulls my dress up to my waist and allmost rips my thong from me , placing his hands down to my ass , pulling me to the edge of the sink counter .

he wastes no time slamming into me , a moan slipping from my lips before i slap my hand to my mouth . no preparation needed as i was practically overflowing with my own arousal . days of celibacy taking its tole very evidently . his thrusts start slow , both sensitive allready from days of wanting to be touched.

he relentlessly pounds into me , i have to drop my hand to the cold surface under me to keep me upright , he lets out quiet moans as i grind my hips slightly.

he attaches his lips to mine as he thrusts , to keep both of us from being loud , our lips muffling the whimpers but not the sound of our skin colliding as he shoves into me .

“fuck chris right there ,FUCK!” i allmost scream before realizing where i am and widen my eyes . his dick hitting a certain spot , pleasure filling my body .

“shut the fuck up and take it” he basically growls into my neck after his head collapses onto my shoulders . before removing it and grabbing my face harshly “you look so beautiful right now , look at yourself” he continues, pulling out for a second as he lifts me from the sink , turning my body around and bending me over the edge to look at my self in the mirror .

my hair is plastered onto my forehead with sweat and my cheeks are covered in blush , mascara completely covering my under eyes from squeezing pleasured tears away . i take the sight in before feeling him insert him self into me again , making me let out a moan too loud for his liking. his hand cups around my mouth as he hits from the back , his dick reaching deeper at the change in position.

“fuck i’m so close y/n , fuck , i’m-“ is all i hear as i clench around his cock , moaning into his hand . he cums deep into me as i do , both reaching our highs together .

his hips splutter against me , his chest heaving breaths before he pulls out and removes his hand from my mouth . we take a second to breathe , i lean against the counter before he throws over tissues . i clean myself up as he gets changed and helps me put on my thong .

“we need to start waiting a few days again holy fuck” he speaks as he opens the door to the bathroom and walks out .

i follow him to the table , watching as all three brothers around the table look at me with concern . chris notices my appearance, mascara and sweat still running down my face and speaks up .

“she threw up!”

“CHRIS?”

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needing this rn .

sorry for not posting i have literally been busyyyyy .

love yaa -🍼

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xas24 · 4 months

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hellooo!! lmfao idk if its just me but am i the only one who noticed that pedri absolutely HATES the cold, or he just gets rly cold easily idk but the way he wears his puffer jacket is so cute, anyway i was hoping u could write something related to that?? love ur work btw !!!☺️

cold boy - pedri

summary: pedri visits england for the first time and realises that he was definetely not made for cold weather.

being from an island that is known for its hot temperatures, pedri cannot handle the cold that surrounds him in various areas of barcelona in winter, or anywhere that is close to a minus in the temperature. his coat would be clung to his body, begging for some sort of warmth in these freezing conditions, and this was something that didn't go unnoticed by y/n or many barça fans.

y/n thought it was absolutely adorable, the way he would shove his hands into the pockets of his coat, head and neck covered by the hood. sometimes she would fling her scarf around his neck, just so he could get that extra bit of warmth she knew his body very much needed.

currently, the two were in the uk, back in y/ns home town for a few days of the holidays. y/n was aware of how cold the temperatures usually are in england, which is why she’d made her boyfriend pack as many fluffy sweaters, puffer coats and beanies he had.

pedri was excited for the adventure, the new experience of visiting england, a place he had never been before, but most of all he was looking forward to meeting his girlfriends family once again. he knew how much they loved him, and likewise he enjoyed their presence and the positive, cheery aura her folks possessed.

what he wasn't mentally prepared for was how cold it would be. in all honesty, he thought y/n was exaggerating with the temperatures; he didn't think it would be this cold until it had smacked him right in the face. his nose and tips of his ears had instantly started to turn pink and his lips became chapped, yet he still put a smile on his face whilst greeting his girlfriend's family and laughing at their jokes of how the canarian was finding this freezing weather.

it was now the second day of the couple being in england, and pedri was slightly adjusting to the winter weather. when y/n had asked him to go down to the markets with her, he had refused as he didn't want to spend another second freezing his ass off outside.

but when she pouted and pressed a delicate kiss to his lips, he couldn't deny her anymore.

"thank you! i promise it'll be fun, its not that cold out today." y/n stated as she put on her puffer coat. just a quick look outside begged to differ but pedri huffed and put on his own coat, grabbing his gloves and his beanie before following her out the bedroom.

the two made their way downstairs and as y/n was grabbing her bag, she noticed how cute her boyfriend looked stood to the side, his hair and ears submerged into the wool of his beanie and his hands in his pockets.

she grabbed a scarf and smiled as she made her way over to him.

"here," pedri watched as she reached up and wrapped the scarf around his neck twice. she fluffed it up so he was fully covered, then kissed him on the lips. "now you won't feel as cold."

pedris heart practically leaped out of his chest at her gesture; his cheeks warmed with love and adoration for the girl infront of him, transforming his lips into a shy grin. his arms wrapped around her neck as he pulled her body closer to his so he could lay a kiss onto her lips properly, mouths slotting together and cold breaths mixing as he kissed his gratitude and love into her.

"thank you, but i think i'll still freeze to death." he whispered against her mouth once he pulled away.

y/n chuckled and pinched his side, eyes glaring up into his brown ones. "you'll be fine, stop being a baby."

pedri pouted and snuck his head into her neck. the warmth he felt, all snuggled up into her body with his arms around her waist, was unmatched - no cold could truly bother him whilst he was in his girls arms. he pressed a kiss to her neck and whined once again that he would rather stay inside.

"no, you're gonna have fun, trust me, amor. c'mon." she grabbed his hand, letting him kiss her cheek one last time before pulling him towards the front door.

she really wanted him to see her home town, the markets that she grew up going to every weekend, the views of the sunset, the lights that illuminated the night and kept the town awake, and especially the snow that made everything look like a fairytale.

pedri saw the excitement evident on her face, so his fingers tightened in her hold. he pulled her closer to his body and they both made their way down the streets and to the markets. they laughed and talked about whatever they wanted whilst the snow trickled down and the cold wind wafted around them but pedri could’ve cared less in that moment as he had his girl by his side.

#barça #pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #imagine

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daisynik7 · 5 months

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hello i have some thoughts

sucking ino while you wear his beanie (need to make a hole for the mouth tho) while he record it on his phone ☺️☺️☺️

cw: established relationship, smut - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Author's Note: oh you naughty anon, you. I read this earlier while I was at the office and couldn't stop thinking about it since. Here's the result! Hope you don’t mind that I elaborated on it! Divider by @/cafekitsune.

"I want to try something," you tell your boyfriend, slipping his beanie off his head while the two of you lounge on the couch.

"What?" Ino asks, fixing his hat hair by running his fingers through it.

You wear it, enjoying the residual warmth as it surrounds your head. Slowly, you unfold it until it's in its mask form, covering your face. "Do I look scary?"

He grins, pinching your nose through the cloth. "Nope. Still a cutie."

"Do I look sexy?" you tease, winking at him through the eye holes.

Biting his lip, he hesitates before answering, "Maybe a little bit." He lifts the bottom of the mask enough to expose your lips, tracing the outline of it with his thumb. "That's better."

You smile. "Take a picture of me. I want to see what I look like."

"How about a video instead?" he suggests, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone. The distinct ping rings and it’s now recording, the lens pointed directly at you.

You smirk, feeling a bit devious now. It wasn’t your intention for this to lead to anything nefarious, but you can’t help yourself when he offers to capture this on film. What else are you supposed to think? Leaning over his lap, you tug at the waistband of his sweats. “Baby!” he yelps, surprised. “What are you doing?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Oh please, don’t act like you weren’t thinking it either.” You glance at the bulge strained against the fabric, caught red-handed. “And you better keep filming.” He blushes at your demand, keeping quiet, tightening his grip around his phone. With a satisfied hum, you continue to grab at his pants, pulling them off until he’s down to his underwear. You position yourself on all fours, waiting for him to remove the rest, letting out a soft gasp when his cock flops against his abdomen. “Big boy,” you purr, nuzzling your nose along his shaft.

“Fuck, cutie. You’re so bad,” he whispers, phone shaky in his hand, watching you through the screen as you sink your mouth down onto his cock until the tip hits the back of your throat. You swallow around him, peering up to gaze directly into the camera before you blow him, making him squirm and whimper with pleasure.

It doesn’t take long for him to hoist the mask off you completely, camera still recording, ready to paint your pretty face with his cum.

#ino takuma #takuma ino #takuma ino x reader #takuma ino smut #takuma ino x you #ino takuma x reader #ino takuma smut #ino takuma x you #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #ino x reader #ino smut

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chvnnie · 1 year

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My hard this today are soft dom bossy Chan. Literally desperate for a kiss, willing to follow any command.

It’s a Chan day and I LOVE it.

SMUT - MINORS DNI

Anything baby could ever want, baby gets. You don’t even have to ask, really; just bat your lashes at him and push your lower lip out a teeny bit, and he’s at your service.

Hungry? Let’s feed you. Sleepy? Lay your head on his chest, he’ll keep you warm. Need a new book/dress/literally anything? Charge it to his card.

Chan makes sure the world is at the palm of your hands. It’s what you deserve, after all. If anything, he wishes he could give you more.

But today, you’re request is simple.

“Pleaaaassseee?” You whine playfully, scooting the rolly chair across the tiny studio to be right next to him. “Just one?”

Your boyfriend doesn’t look up from his laptop, headphone only covering one ear to listen to your pleas. “Give me like…three more minutes, baby. I just really need to finish this—“

“It’s just a kiss, Chan.”

The way his eyes shut when he sighs tugs on his heart. He hasn’t been sleeping much, too busy trying to ready everything for this comeback that he’s put himself on the backburner. You’ve been giving him space and support, wanting to be there for him during his busy season. Understanding when he doesn’t come home or answer calls, or when he has to leave mid date night because Jisung deleted a file…again.

But you really feel like this isn’t a big ask. That’s why you keep pressing it.

“Baby, please.” He finally looks at you, and the exhaustion is heavy in his dark eyes. “My focus is going to break if I stop for even a second. Let me do this, and then I’m all yours. I promise.”

It’s not a big ask from him. It’s only a short amount of time — you probably won’t even notice it passing.

But God, his lips are so soft. So plush. You just want to feel them, to bite them.

With a pout, you roll back over to your corner. Pick up your book, mumbling an “‘Kay” in defeat. Want for nothing your ass; you’ve never been so desperate for something.

Each second feels like hours. Minutes like years. Chan lied — it took him five. Five whole minutes, and then the headphones are haphazardly thrown on the desk. Click, click, click. File save AND locked to prevent it from “disappearing” (“I swear, hyung!” Jisung whined over the phone. “I didn’t do anything it just…disappeared!”).

“Baaaaaby.” He singsongs, this time scooting over to you. “Guess what time it is—“

The look you shoot him makes him pause his movements, only making it about halfway. Eyebrows raised, he tilts his head to the side in confusion.

“What’s wrong—“

“Don’t wanna talk.” You say, pulling your knees to your chest. Pretending to be too into your book to pay him mind. “Just give me three minutes.”

With a sigh, your boyfriend takes his beanie off. “Baby-“

“All I wanted was a kiss.” You pout even harder, dropping the paperback book on the desk. “But noooooo.”

The fuss your making about a little kiss is a little much. It wasn’t like it was that long of a time to wait, it’s already over. Normally, Chan wouldn’t entertain this type of behavior. Would correct it immediately — this? This is the hill you want to die on?

But today it’s so…cute. He can’t help but chuckle, continuing his journey over to you.

“Aww, pouty girl.” He coos, reaching out to pinch your cheek. You try to swat his hand away, but he’s not budging. “No need for all this.”

“Chan.” You try your best to keep your voice firm, as if he can’t feel your cheeks flushing, the heat burning his fingertips. “Stop it—“

“If you want one so bad, come get it.”

His tone is playful. So, you give in. Using your chair, you get closer to him. Chan is perfectly still, giving you a smile as you close in on him. Nose to nose, lips not even an inch apart—

Pushing on his toes, he slides his chair all the way across the room.

“That’s not fair!”

“Oh? Do you not want it then?” His smile grows wicked. He knows what you want — but silly, silly girl. Did you think it would be that easy? “Come on, then.”

Thus starts the game. You get out of the chair, rushing over to him. You get all the way into his lap, closing in quickly when he dodges your lips. As you cry out in frustration, he grabs your hips. Stands up. Turning on his heels, your back is now pressed to the wall.

“You’ve got to try harder!” He laughs. “It’s like you don’t really want it.”

“You’re mean.” You pout, palms finding his shoulders and attempting to push him away. As if you’re not pinned to the wall. Under his mercy.

“Oh, am I?” His voice is laced with faux sadness, the fake emotion taking over his entire face. Lips, eyes, brows. Acting like your insult cut him deep. “That’s not nice.”

Right as you start to speak, a hand flies from your hips. Gripping your throat and squeezing until he hears a squeak.

“But you know what else isn’t nice?” It’s like a switch was flipped; eyes now dark, expression like stone. “When you get bratty with me from a simple request.”

How he manages to unbutton your jeans and shove them down with one hand, you’ll never understand. Or try to process; everything about Chan’s demeanor has rendered you useless. Watching with wide eyes, whimpering brokenly. Savoring the little gasps of air.

“Was it worth it?” Fingers run up and down your folds roughly, not bothering to be gentle with you. When they brush against your clit, you start to squirm. “That silly little kiss?”

He asks as if you’ve gotten it. You pout, trying to speak hopelessly. “S-still need it—“

“I don’t think so.” He clicks his tongue. “I’ll decide what you need.”

Without warning, two fingers sink inside your cunt. Stopping only when he hits the knuckle. There he spreads them, scissoring your walls open. The hands on his shoulders grip his hoodie. His grip, his fingers — it’s already making you dizzy.

“Silly baby.” Once he deems his work enough, Chan starts to plunge his fingers deeper. Making sure to feel every inch of you. “Maybe next time you should let Daddy work.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #chvnnie thots

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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Hello again!! (How are u!!)

I saw this thing going around of characters being written with the prompt “who did this to you?” And I think that could be especially delicious with Peter (TASM ofc) 😋 could work as reader being the hurt one or even .. vice versa!! Mayhaps Peter got hurt and the reader is the one to bust someone up, and shows up to class with a broken nose lmao whatever interests you more

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cw: bloody noses

tasm!Peter Parker x hothead!reader ♡ 878 words

“Just give me a name, Peter!” You’re storming after him, no help at all as your boyfriend pinches his nose closed between his thumb and forefinger, looking around the kitchen for something to stop the bleeding. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because—” Peter finds the paper towels, wadding one up and stuffing it under his nose. “—because I don’t need you running around Brooklyn with a baseball bat over my bruised nose.”

“It could be broken!”

“I would know,” he says, oddly confident. Peter leans back against the counter, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. Your heart aches to see him in pain, but the blood it’s pumping feels like fire, and you prefer to focus on that. “I appreciate that you want to avenge me, sweetheart, but I can handle myself.”

You give him a deadpan look even though his eyes aren’t open to see it. “Pete, you know I love you just as you are, but you’re not exactly built like a fighter.”

“I’m stronger than you think.”

“Be that as it may,” you go on, rolling your eyes at his macho (and in your opinion, completely delusional) self-assessment, “I want to help.” You move closer to him, placing a hand under his head to support the awkward angle of his neck. Peter opens his eyes to give you a grateful look, and you take the paper towel from him, checking to make sure his nose is still bleeding before putting it gently back in place. “I just want to know who did this to you,” you say softly. “Please, honey?”

Peter eyes you, but you see the endearment taking effect, the slight softening in his features and the twitch his hand gives on the counter, instinctively reaching for you.

“It’s not a satisfying answer,” he says after a minute.

“That’s alright,” you encourage him. “I’ll take anything.”

Peter sighs. “Alright, I didn’t want to tell you because it’s embarrassing.” You feel your eyebrows pinch, but stay quiet. “I saw some guy stealing a lady’s bike in Bushwick, and when I tried to grab it from him, I nailed myself in the face with the handlebars.”

You feel your eyes go wide, and Peter’s mouth curves on one side in a sheepish half-smile.

“That’s not embarrassing,” you say. “You were trying to help. Anyway, it sounds to me like it was the bike thief’s fault.”

Peter actually laughs, then grimaces, hand flinching toward his nose. “Yeah, I thought you might say something like that. Can’t give you a name there, baby. I was distracted, so all I saw was the back of his red beanie while he was running off.”

You pout at him, stroking at the skin beside his nose tenderly. “Well what were you gonna do, chase him down? Then you might’ve really gotten beat up.”

Peter’s cheeks color faintly pink. “Yeah, maybe. Anyway,” he moves on quickly, taking on a satisfied tone, “there’s no one to get revenge on. I did it to myself.”

You hum noncommittally. “Well, I’m sorry you got hurt.”

Peter grins, and when he removes the paper towel this time, the bleeding has stopped. “Thanks, pretty girl,” he says in a familiar tone, hands finding your hips and angling them against his. “If you wanna make me feel better, I’ve got some ideas.”

You do make him feel better. And the next day, you come into class feeling a lot better too.

“Shit,” Peter hisses when you sit down beside him, reaching over to turn your face towards the light so he can better make out the bruises around your nose and the dried blood still crusted around your nostrils. “What the hell happened to you?”

You shrug, enjoying the feel of his hands on your face. “You should see the other guy,” you joke (though really, you wish you had thought to take a picture). “Anyway, now we’re matching.”

“When I said it’d be fun to match at school someday, this is not what I meant,” Peter insists, thick eyebrows knit together worriedly. “And who’s the other guy? Did you find a bike to beat you up too?”

“Better.” You smirk. “A bike thief.”

It’s possible you get too much enjoyment out of watching Peter’s face as it slackens, eyebrows moving gradually upward as his eyes widen in realization. “Wha—but, sweetheart, there’s no way you found the same guy. Did you just pick a fight with some random bike thief?”

“No, I think it was him.” You quirk an eyebrow. “Tall, red beanie, giant tattoo on his neck?”

Peter’s lips part in wonderment, and you have your confirmation.

“I figured those guys usually work in the same area every time. So when I saw a dude with a red beanie stealing a bike in Bushwick, I was pretty sure I had the right guy.”

“So, what?” Peter scrubs a hand through his hair. “You went and riled him up until he punched you in the face? Baby, what were you thinking?”

You roll your eyes. “I got even,” you clarify, leaning back in your seat as the bell rings. “Anyway, your nose might just be bruised, but his is definitely broken. Like I told you, you should see the other guy.”

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binsung - dealines pt. 2

includes: dom! changbin x fem reader x switch! jisung, semi public sex, power play to the MAX, changbin's kinda possesive, humiliation, dacryphilia, breeding kink, face fucking, oral (m and f receiving), cum play (kinda nastee), changbin is mean, slight voyeurism. hint of polyamorous relationship at the end?? lots of bullshit about history so if uk the actual answers pls ignore what i typed down i was just talking shit tee bee eich. ALSO this is my first time writing a threesome ERM lmk what u think NOT PROOFREAD I WAS TOO EXCITED HEHE

wc: 6.1k of pure filth literally porn with little plot wtf is wrong w/ me?? blame changbin <3

you cant even reach for the doorknob, seemingly frozen in place. you're early for mr. seo's class, but there's already people seated in the lecture hall, eyes glued to their phones or heads dropped down to their desk.

you can see his frame leaning against the table, dark slacks perfectly hugging his thighs, his white button down tucked in. he looks annoyed, flipping through the papers on his desk with a disappointed sigh. he looks fucking delicious, and you can't help the way you clench your thighs, a familiar pulsing between your legs so strong you have to catch your breath. you're not sure why you don't have the strength to walk in yet, gnawing on the inside of your cheek as you slowly lift your hand to reach for the handle.

"are you gonna go in? or..." a soft voice asks from behind you, dark charcoal eyes hiding behind a sweep of dirty blonde hair, eyes that dart towards you then quickly to the floor, a red hue spreading across his cheeks.

"oh! jisung." you yelp in surprise, half mortified half amused at the thought that he had been waiting for you to go in the whole time, watching as you fought with yourself in your head. he looks so cute, baggy grey sweatpants that hang on his hips nicely, a large oversized hoodie that seems to swallow him whole, and the white beanie he always wears when its cold enough outside.

"hi, y/n." he mumbles bashfully, still refusing to look you in the eye. instead, his gaze fixes on your pretty shoes, white and clean, untainted. unlike you. you watch as his stare travels upwards, eyes suddenly fixated on the cute little skirt you decided to wear today. (changbin begged you.) "you look nice today." he hums, fingers reaching forward to pinch the fabric in between his fingers.

"oh. thanks, ji." you mumble, suddenly shy.

he smiles sweetly at you, politely moving past you to grab the door handle, opening it for you. you swoon at the gesture, ducking your head under his arm before stepping into the classroom. no one makes a move to look over at whoever just entered the classroom, not even when jisung loudly closes the door behind him. this gets your professor's attention, frown immediately disappearing when he sees your blushing figure staring dumbly back at him.

he smirks at you, eyeing you hungrily as you make your way to the front of the class. changbin clears his throat, catching both your and han's attention.

"would you both mind coming up here for a moment?" changbin's voice is gruff, an eyebrow raised at the pair of you.

with shaky knees, you grip onto your tote bag tighter, praying that you wont collapse as you make your way to his desk. jisung trails after you, hesitant and unsure but obedient all the same.

"you look beautiful today, y/n." changbin whispers lowly enough for just you and jisung to hear, and you blush.

"thank you sir."

"mr. han." changbin acknowledges the poor boy next to you, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

"sir?" he squeaks, eyes not daring to leave the floor.

"would you mind sitting in the front with miss y/n this morning? there's something i'd like for you to do." changbin says nonchalantly, but han tilts his head in confusion.

changbin smirks at his reaction, and then turns to look at you. "why don't you go sit in front baby? where i can keep an eye on you, yea?"

you nod at him, thankful that he made you sit at the very front so you don't have to carry yourself any further. you take the seat right in the middle, directly in front of your teacher's desk. you notice changbin place on han's shoulder, who buckles slightly under the weight. changbin pulls him close, bringing his face close to the younger's ear as he starts to explain something animatedly.

han's brows are furrowed in confusion, but then he suddenly goes serious, before a small smirk tugs in the corner of his mouth. your breath hitches in your throat almost comically when they both look your way, changbin's gaze cocky and confident. jisung's somewhat harder to read, wicked glint in his eyes yet he cant seem to hold eye contact with you for more than three seconds.

changbin pats jisung firmly on the back, gesturing him towards the seat next to you. he stumbles over to you, intentionally ignoring your fixed stare on him.

"what'd he say?" you ask, curious. jisung shrugs beside you, setting his backpack on the floor and settling comfortably into his chair, back slightly slumped and his legs spread, his right knee bumping against your left.

"just asked me to help him with something later." jisung whispers, arm coming up to rest on your backrest, his fingers mindlessly playing with the lace on your top. you feel his knuckles brush against your bare shoulder, and you cant help the shiver that runs through you, a shiver that jisung doesnt miss, unfortunately.

"you cold? here." before you can protest, jisung's removing his hoodie, his plain white shirt riding up a bit with the fabric of the jacket, allowing you to see a glimpse of jisung's abs, as well as the top of his underwear that hides under his pants. he lays his hoodie on top of your legs, letting the fabric cover both of your thighs.

"oh. thanks, ji." you whisper shyly. "wont you be cold though?" you ask, pouting.

jisung giggles at you, finger coming up to playfully pinch your jutted out lower lip. "oh, i'll be warm in just a minute babe." he whispers, leaning nearer towards you. you dont get a chance to process his words, his hand resting on your knee.

"right." changbin clears his throat in front of the class, pinching the bridge of his nose before he readjusts his glasses. "good morning, everyone."

a low murmur of 'good morning' resonates through the room, half of the class already asleep. you can't even blame them, not really. not when the cold of the classroom is just soooo comfy and lulling you to sleep, along with the comforting way jisung's fingers trace patterns against your inner thigh.

hang on. how did his hand get there?

"i have to say, i'm very disappointed with the results of the latest exam." changbin's voice demands respect, his deep voice rumbling in your ears. you see a couple of students sit up straighter, those who had been sleeping lifting their head up groggily at your teacher's tone.

"who here wants to graduate?" changbin asks, nonchalant.

you look around the room to see your classmates raise their hand with confused faces, and you turn to the front, your own hand raised.

changbin looks around the room, bored. "half of you wont."

the room suddenly goes quiet, a somber look on everyone's faces.

"seriously what the fuck are these scores? 10 over 50, 12 over 50, 8 over 50? has no one been paying attention in class?" changbin sighs, walking over to the front of his desk and sitting on the edge of the table, a spot you're familiar with.

"it reached the point i thought i was the problem, but if i were, then why are some people acing the test? this isn't a reflection of my teaching, i dont think. not when i have given the material, taught the material thoroughly, and have even gone as far as to spoonfeed some of you hopeless cases." changbin ends his rant with a sigh, shaking his head.

you cant help the feeling that settles in the pit of your stomach. fear? respect? then why were your thighs clenching at how angry your teacher was? and why the fuck is han jisung's hand in between your thighs?

"ji," you warn him, gently wrapping your fingers around his wrist, trying to pry his hand away.

"trust me." the boy beside you whispers, leaning closer to you, mouth right next to your ear as he presses a sneaky kiss just below your jaw. you exhale shakily, instantly relaxing when you feel jisung's knuckles brush against your clit over your panties.

"mr. kim." changbin suddenly calls.

your classmate stands, messy hair spilling out from underneath his cap, glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. seungmin, you think his name was. he was top of your class, and super cute.

"sir?" he asks, almost unsure.

"throughout history, powerful elites have dominated. can you tell me how the relatively less powerful and the truly disenfranchised fit into history?" changbin challenges.

you see seungmin gulp.

everyone's eyes are fixed on the exchange, despite how hard it is to watch. jisung isnt having trouble looking away though, it seems.

"jisung, what are you doing?" you hiss, feeling his skilled fingers roll your stocking down, middle finger catching the side of your underwear and pulling it to the side, allowing him access to your cunt.

"just following instructions, y/n." jisung whispers against your ear. you suddenly feel changbin's gaze on you, hard eyes staring right into yours as you feel a fire grow in the pit of your stomach. changbin smirks lazily at you, sending you a quick wink before he attends to the stuttering student who tries to answer his question.

you let out a gasp when jisung dips his finger into your entrance, collecting your slick and bringing it back up to rub on your clit. you hold on tightly onto his wrist as he gently rubs you, fingers circling your clit in a precise, practiced manner.

"ji," you whine, trying your hardest not to moan out when he lightly pinches your clit in between his pointer and his thumb. "why? are you.."

"sir said you needed to be thoroughly prepped."

your eyes roll back at the thought, and it doesnt help that jisung chooses that exact moment to sink two fingers into your wet heat.

"a-and as sad- er unfortunate as it sounds, there is a need for that clear difference in power, it is vital in balance, n-no matter how ideal a perfect world sounds, there are just too many factors affecting the dynamics. and- and"

"thats enough," changbin raises his hand, giving the student a tight lipped smile, offering him a break. "thank you, mr. kim. you aced the test, by the way."

seungmin sighs in relief, dropping back into his seat as his seatmate, hyunjin, pats him on the back.

"mr han." changbin suddenly calls, and you freeze.

jisung doesnt, fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. "yes sir?"

changbin smirks. "in discussing nationalism, historians are divided over whether or not people had any sort of national identity prior to the nineteenth century. what are your thoughts?"

jisung curls his fingers upwards, hitting your spot. you have to choke back a moan, now that everyone's eyes were fixed on the back of the boy's head. jisung starts to answer, but you honestly cant even understand what he's saying, not when he keeps his fingers in you, opting instead to rub insistently against your g-spot. you have to bite the back of your hand, leegs slightly shaking when he doesnt give you a break, fingers really digging into you harshly, his thumb resting comfortably on your clit and giving it a tap every now and then.

"so while there is evidence that points to people developing awareness to national identity in the nineteenth century, i believe that people have always had a sense of national identity, whether or not they knew what it was. id like to argue that its instilled in us somehow the moment we are born and declared as a citizen of our nation." jisung finishes smoothly, feeling you start to clench around his fingers.

"interesting take, mr. han. miss... y/n?" changbin calls out your name and you want to scream.

"s-sir?" you ask, breathless. changbin scoffs at the needy tone of your voice, making his way to stand directly in front of the table you share with jisung. his eyes flicker to the way jisung's arms subtly moves against the table, that if anyone were to look under, they'd see your pretty pussy being split open by your classmate's fingers underneath his hoodie.

your eyes are tearing up from how good jisung is making you feel, thumb now circling your clit.

god you feel like you could cum any moment.

"are you alright, miss y/n? you're looking... flushed. do you have a fever?" changbin asks with a subtle smirk, leaning down to press his hand against your forehead. his fingers gently push back the strands of hair that stick to your forehead due the thin sheet of sweat that formed there.

"i-im doing just.... fine! i-im.. i'm fine, sir!" you squeak, praying to any god up there to help you hold it in, to not cum in front of your whole class as they watch you with concern.

"oh but you're burning up." changbin coos with fake sympathy. he crouches next to you, hand coming down to harshly grip your thigh as he leans forward, whispering into your ear.

"cum now and you're not getting any cock later. understood?" changbin hisses, and you start to feel tears pool in your eyes.

"b-but sir." you whimper, fingers wrapped tightly around jisung's wrist in an attempt to stop him.

"don't fucking stop." changbin warns lowly at the boy beside you, who obeys. "baby," changbin coos, pretending to explain something to you so as not to arouse any suspicion from the rest of the class. "none of that attitude, understood? obey and i promise to fuck you real good later."

you want to throw up, trying so hard not to fall part, but jisung's fingers are like fucking magic, never missing your spot and filling you up nicely. you feel like you're about to pee, fear running through you at the thought of possibly squirting right here, in front of everybody.

"any questions?" changbin suddenly straightens up, addressing the rest of the class.

he's met with silence and a couple of students who can't seem to meet his gaze.

"good. now get the fuck outta my class." changbin sighs, walking over to his desk and pretending to arrange papers. you stay as still as possible watching as other students hurriedly stuff their books into their bags, slinging it over their shoulder, eager to escape the tension.

the last student closes the door behind her with a gentle snap, the sound travelling straight to your pussy at the prospect of what was about to come.

"she cum yet, jisung?" changbin asks, not even looking at either of you, gaze fixed on the papers on his desk.

"not yet, sir. she's holding it in like a fucking champ." jisung coos, pulling his fingers out of your dripping core. you feel like your clit is on fire, thighs shaking at the loss of jisung's touch. he brings his fingers straight up to his mouth, tongue flicking in between his digits to lap at your juices.

"did i say you could have a taste?" changbin's voice is stern as he slams his palm on the table, making you both jump.

"n-no, sir." jisung whimpers, wiping his hand onto his pants.

"you'll need to learn your manners, yes? quickly." changbin addresses him, to which the younger male nods sheepishly.

you still feel like you're about to cry, pussy painfully clenching around nothing as sobs threaten to break through. changbin coos at your state, walking over to place a hand on your head.

"you've been such a good girl for me." he praises, kissing the side of your face. you cant do anything but whimper, hands reaching out to clutch onto your teacher's shirt.

"sir, please. wanna cum so fucking bad." you sob, delirious with the delicious pain of neglect, your cunt throbbing with want.

changbin hums at you, gentle hands wrapping around your body, lifting you out of the seat with ease. "jisung, lock the door."

jisung obeys instantly, scrambling out of his seat to lock the door and cover the tiny window with a piece of paper.

you cling onto changbin, arms wrapped around his shoulder, legs trapping his waist against you. he walks you over to his desk as if you weigh nothing, setting you down on the corner of the table and gently prying your arms away from his neck.

"shh, baby. promise ill give my good girl what she wants." changbin soothes you, and you dont even realize you're crying. the sight makes changbin's cock twitch in his pants, fingers reaching up to your face, thumb swiping over your tear before bringing it to his mouth. he moans at the salty taste, making you freeze.

"look so pretty when you cry, baby. almost wanna make you cry some more." changbin confesses, leaning closer to finally place his lips on yours. the kiss is sweet, almost as if he's comforting you and apologizing for putting you through the sweet torture. his tongue darts out and licks along your lower lip, teeth gently sinking into you. you wince as he pulls away, bottom lip still in between his teeth.

he only smirks at you, hand moving to your nape, making it easier for him to hold you against his face. "jisung." he suddenly calls out to the younger male who watches from the side of the desk, cock painfully hard in his sweats as he watches you two make out.

"sir?' his voice is croaky, throat dry from watching you subtly try to roll your hips against changbin.

"come over here and take y/n's top off." he directs jisung, who rushes over to you, placing himself behind you.

it's an interesting and almost sinful feeling, having changbin's rougher hands grip onto your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the table so he slot himself in between your legs, bulge in his slacks rubbing against your dripping cunt. then there's jisung, gentle fingers trailing down your shoulder, reaching over to your front to unbutton your shirt painfully slow, taking his sweet time as he leans closer, pressing a soft kiss to your exposed skin.

you don't know where to put your hands, settling to place it behind you so you can lean back, making it easier for both men to grope you, changbin roughly gripping onto your ass and jisung hesitantly slipping his hands underneath your top to rest on top of your breasts. jisung pauses, as if remembering something.

"s-sir?' jisung asks, shifting his weight onto his other foot in fear.

"hmm?" changbin hums, too occupied with playing with the hem of your stocking, halfway rolled down your thigh thanks to jisung's earlier ministrations. he can feel the slick cover your thigh, sticky and warm. he rolls your stocking down impatiently, letting it fall to the floor before flipping up your skirt and grabbing onto your panties as well.

"can i- can i touch her? sir?" jisung asks for permission, biting his lip. he's usually always the one who takes control when it comes to sex, so the thought of asking someone else for permission is new to him. after all, he's never had sex with someone who so naturally demands dominance the way changbin does.

"yes, you may. good boy, asking for permission." changbin coos.

oh. jisung definetely liked that.

"sir," you whine, desperate for his attention. changbin chuckles condescendgly at you, once again pocketing your underwear and stuffing it into his back pocket.

"yes, baby?"

"want your cock, please?" you ask politely, knowing you'd be rewarded for your good behaviour.

"youve been such a good girl for me today, hmm?" he coos, finally undoing the button of his slacks and dragging down his zipper, pulling his cock out and letting it slap against his clothed abdomen.

your mouth waters at the sight, hands grabbing for changbin's hips, desperate to be stuffed. jisung moans from behind you, nipping and kissing at your neck. he's a little more shameless now, hands fully groping your tits over your bra, ripping your top off of you and letting it fall to the floor.

"cum anytime you want for me, hm?" changbin rasps, chuckling when you impatiently grab at his cock, aligning it with your entrance and pulling him closer. he fills you up with one thrust, hips hitting the back of your thighs. his thumb finds your swollen clit and you can't help but gush around him immediately, blaming how worked up you were from jisung's fingers, finding sweet relief from the tightly wounded knot in your lower stomach. you cum right then and there, silent scream escaping your mouth dropped in an 'o'.

"no fucking way." jisung gasps from behind you, hands stilling.

"oh, my poor baby." changbin scoffs in disbelief, grip tight on your hips as he helps you ride out your high.

you're too relieved to feel embarrassed, hand flying to grip onto changbin's shirt. he continues to thrust into you, fingers digging painfully into your hips. you let him do whatever he wants to you, taking whatever he's generous enough to give you. jisung is having a harder time being content, though. it feels its a little unfair on his part, only getting to massage your tits over your bra, kissing your neck. he feels left out, wants your attention.

"y/n, baby." jisung whispers in your ear, followed by a soft kiss to your jaw.

"y-yea, sung?" you moan, hand reaching out to lace your fingers with his.

"wanna kiss you." jisung whines lowly against your neck, eyes fixed on the way changbin's cock repeatedly sinks into you before he pulls out to the tip, just to slam all the way back in. for a fleeting moment, he wonders how it feels.

"awh sungie feels left out," changbin mocks, picking up the nickname you use for him. "how about you turn over so you can kiss him, hmm sweetheart?"

jisung's breath hitches at the thought, and he watches with hooded eyes as changbin pulls out of you, much to your dismay. changbin roughly flips you over by the hips, pushing you against his desk so the edge bites against your skin. changbin's hand comes down harshly on your left ass cheek, making you jolt forward with a yelp. he chuckles, gently rubbing the now red skin.

"show sungie some love, baby." changbin mumbles, easing into you once more, making the both of you groan at the contact.

but its so hard to think when changbin rocks into you so fucking good, dick hitting spots you didnt even know existed.

"baby, come on." jisung whines, reaching behind you to finally unclasp your bra, letting it fall forward and freeing your tits. he whines at the sight, tits bouncing with changbin's every thrust.

you can't think straight, you feel bad for leaving jisung out but you cant fucking help it when changbin's just fucking you so good. you muster your strength to rest on your palms, arching your back even more for changbin, looking up sweetly at jisung.

"kiss me, sungie. please?" you beg with wide eyes, and jisung thinks he could cum at the spot. he always thought you were so pretty, always smiling so sweetly at him whenever you'd pass him by in the hallways, always so kind and speaking to him in a voice so sweet. he mentally wants to punch himself, here you are in the lewdest position he could think of, getting fucked from behind with your tits spilling out and drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, yet all he can think about is kissing you so good he hopes to take your breath away.

so he leans forward, hand cupping the side of your face, palm gentle against your cheek. his lips are soft and full against yours, tongue poking out shyly to taste your bottom lip, making you whimper into his mouth.

"wait, wait, im gonna cum again." you whine against jisung's lips, making him groan.

"beg for it." changbin grunts, grip on your hips so tight it almost hurts.

"please sir, need to cum so fucking bad. wanna cum on your cock, please?" you pull away from jisung to look back at your professor, pout so pretty on your lips he couldnt deny you if he tried.

"cum for me then, cum real good on my cock." changbin commands, fucking you harder, faster, to help you reach your high. your thighs are shaking from trying to keep you up for so long, and you would have collapsed face first onto the table if it werent for jisung, who harshly crashes his lips against yours to swallow your sweet moans.

"fuck, gonna cum in you. you'll take it like a good girl, wont you?" changbin grunts, ignoring your sobs of sensitivity as he thrusts even harder up into you, anchoring your hips against his as he ruts desperately into you, grinding into you.

"mhm ill take it," you whimper, hands locking with jisung's as he plants open mouthed kisses on your skin. "'m gonna take everything you give me."

"such a good fucking girl for me. just a toy for me to use, right?" he hisses, thighs clenching ss he tries to hold his orgasm off, wanting to feel your tight walls around him for just a little while longer.

"yes, sir."

changbin cums with a low groan, hips stuttering harshly against you, fingers digging painfully into the soft flesh of your hips. you feel warmth shoot deep inside you, sighing contently when changbin softens inside you, slowly pulling out. jisung's eyes light up at the thought of having you next, but those eyes widen when changbin suddenly drops to his knees, spreading your ass cheeks apart and latching his mouth onto your hot cunt.

"bin, wait 'm sensitive," you whine, heat spreading across your cheeks when you hear him slurp, head spinning at how fucking dirty he is. his tongue dips into you, scooping his cum out and placing the hot, sticky liquid into his mouth. he makes sure to get every drop, really pressing his whole face into the space between your thighs, shaking his head side to side so his nose hits your clit.

he quickly stands up when he's done fishing for his cum, flipping you around and attaching his lips to yours in a beat. you moan at how nasty he is, pushing his cum into your mouth with his tongue. he makes sure to swirl his tongue around yours after, biting harshly onto your bottom lip before he pulls away.

"hold that in your fucking mouth." he growls, fingers weaving into your hair. "jisung get the fuck over here." he booms, voice demanding respect. the younger boy almost jumps over the table to obey, standing in between the two of you.

"y/n, get on your knees." changbin tells you, but he didn't really have to, not when hes gently pushing you to the ground by your head. you're face to face with jisung's crotch, his bulge so prominent against his sweats, the head poking out, a small stain near his hip.

"take his cock out, baby. i think it's time you show jisung just how much you like him. thank him for prepping you so well." changbin lets go of your hair, thumb sweetly caressing the side of your cheek. he steps back, settling down on the chair, hardening dick still out.

jisung's head is spinning at the sight of you. eyes looking up at him so sweetly, mouth open and swirling changbin's cum. he's so painfully hard, wants to shove his dick down your throat with no respect for your comfort. but he wants to be gentle, take his time with you.

you tease him, nimble fingers playing with the drawstring of his sweats, slowly undoing the tie. your eyes never leave his, rolling his sweats down, taking his cock out of his boxers where it springs into the cold air. he hisses at the temperature, knuckles turning white by his side unsure if he can touch you. you lean forward, pursing your lips and pressing a soft gentle kiss to his tip. your tongue darts out to lick at his slit, letting changbins cum trail down jisung's cock.

"fuck." jisung whimpers, the visual a little too much for him. white liquid dribbles down his shaft in thick globs, pooling at the base of his dick as you lean down to lick him clean. you finally take him fully into your mouth, mixed beads of precum from jisung's tip, changbin's cum, and your saliva mixing and trailing slowly down your throat. you swallow around jisung's dick, and he hisses, hands flying up to rest on your head. he quickly takes it back, but you whine, grabbing his wrists and placing it back.

"this... this is okay?" jisung asks, making sure you're okay with it. you nod up at him, mouth tight around his tip, sucking harshly and making his knees buckle, fingers gripping tightly onto your hair.

you're so hyperfixated on jisung you miss the show changbin's giving, stroking his hard cock as he watches you struggle to fit jisung down your throat. he could get used to this, he thinks, watching your tiny fingers wrap around jisung's base. and then there's jisung, who changbin can't deny is attractive, head thrown back to show his adam's apple, chest heaving at how well you take his dick.

"y/n." jisung whimpers, pulling his dick out of your mouth. "i-i'm so close, can i fuck your mouth? please?"

"do it." changbin grunts from the corner of the room, catching your attention. he has a cocky grin on his face, fingers wrapped tight around his cock. "fuck her throat real good, sungie. she's our toy to use. aren't you baby?"

you nod shyly at changbin before you look up at jisung, who still looks hesitant. "it's okay, sungie. wan you to use my throat." you reassure him, hands coming up to rest on his thighs, nails lightly scratching him.

"fuck, okay okay. 'm gonna hold your head okay?" jisung says, and you nod. he's always wanted to try this, always cum so fucking hard when he watches shit like this on porn. but his senses are heightened because it's you, sweet little you who he's gonna do this with, your throat he's going to be ruining.

you open your mouth, letting your jaw go slack and taking a deep breath to relax yourself before jisung shoves his dick in your mouth, hands placed firmly on your head to keep you still. jisung moves forward slowly, experimentally rolling his hips until his tip hits the back of your throat.

"oh shit shit shit," jisung mutters, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your throat contracting around his sensitive tip. he pulls back just a little before he thrusts into your mouth again, a little harsher this time and making you gag.

"sorry." he whimpers, but he isn't, not really. in fact, he wants you to gag again. wants to make you choke on his cock. he pulls back again, thrusting into your throat so forcefully his tip goes all the way down. he lets out his loudest whimper yet, setting a pace that has him going insane. his gaze is fixed on you, eyes wet with tears and drool trailing down the side of your mouth. but he can't stop. he wants to cum down your throat, wants you to choke on his cum. god, he was sick.

you try your best to breathe normally, humming lightly whenever you feel jisung hit the back of your throat. it helps you refrain from gagging, and it adds extra vibration for jisung. but then he's cradling the back of your head, pushing you so far down his cock your nose almost touches his abdomen. you try to push him away by his thighs, but jisung doesnt let up.

"please, please, stay. please, need to cum down your throat. please i'm so close y/n. fuck please please please." he whines, thighs shaking from how close he is. his whines are so pretty you can't help but listen, eyes squeezing shut as you feel his tip painfully hit the back of your throat. just when you feel like you're about to pass out, jisung lets out a high-pitched whimper, his hot cum shooting stright down your throat. you almost forget to swallow, choking a little before swallowing around him.

"oh fuck fuck fuck." jisung pants, letting go of your head and pulling his sensitive cock out of your mouth. you have to catch your breath, letting out a dry sob after finally getting air into your lungs. jisung kneels down in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his lips. he kisses you sweetly as an apology, moaning when he tastes him and changbin on your tongue. you kiss him back just as roughly, fingers winding around his soft hair and pulling tightly, making him whine. you're the one who pulls away to catch your breath, but jisung just continues down your neck, pulling you flush against his chest before he decides to sit down, bringing you to sit down on top of him. you're too busy making out with him that you don't even remember changbin's in the room with you until you hear him hiss, pulling away from jisung to catch the way changbin cums against his stomach, pearly white cum shooting from the tip.

jisung whines against you, asking you to kiss him again. you comply, softly placing your lips against his. he kisses you gently now, breathing heavily against you.

"thank you," jisung says shyly, forehead resting against yours.

"for what?" you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck as he looks up at you, eyes shining.

"for letting me cum down your throat?" he jokes, and you playfully punch him on the shoulder.

you peck him on the lips, a sweet act that makes jisung's cheeks go red.

"both of you did so good." changbin coos from his seat, cleaning himself up with a tissue and stuffing his cock back in his pants. he walks over to you, planting a soft kiss on top of your head.

you melt against him, cheek resting against his thigh as he cups your head against him. jisung, not one to be left out, leans forward and rests his head against your bare chest. you bask in the silence for a while, until you hear a stomach growl.

you're not sure whose it was.

you giggle, hand coming up to comb gently through jisung's messy hair. "maybe we should get some food." you suggest, and jisung looks up at you, hopeful.

"maybe we should clean up first." changbin huffs, offering you and jisung a hand to help you up. "my apartment is just a few blocks from here. you guys can clean up there if you'd like." changbin shrugs, walking away from you to his desk, gathering his things up and organizing them into his briefcase.

you look over at jisung, who bites his bottom lip thoughtfully. "i do feel kinda icky, what do you think?"

"yea, i could use a shower. i smell like cum." you joke, and jisung cringes.

"and then when we're all done. we can get some dinner. my treat." changbin smiles gently, and you swoon.

"sounds like a good plan to me," jisung shrugs. he suddenly remembers you're still bare naked, tits out in the open. he walks back to where you were both seated just an hour ago, picking his hoodie up and slipping it over your frame.

"you look nice in my clothes." he hums shyly, and you peck him on the cheek.

"your clothes smell good." you say, letting jisung lace his fingers with yours.

changbin picks your bra and top up from the floor, folding it neatly. he walks over to you, kissing the top of your head before handing your clothes to jisung, who shoves them into his backpack. changbin then throws his arm over you, hugging you to his side. "lets clean you both up, yea?"

"dibs on the shower." you say, as you all walk out, jisung squeezing your hand as he groans.

"we can always shower together." jisung suggests, wiggling his eyebrows up and down and making you giggle.

"i dont care who showers first or how you shower. just dont use up all my water." changbin sighs, turning all the lights off and locking the door of his classroom behind him.

#skz smut #changbin x reader #changbin smut #jisung x reader #jisung smut #binsung x reader #binsung smut #mean!prof changbin is literally the best trope ever dont @ me #perv! jisung is so cute #seung-mong!#feral for changbin FOREVER!#literally obsessed with changbin im gonna hurl

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surrealistghostboy · 2 months

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I’m on vacation in a big city right now, and I’ve got this fantasy I can’t get over. Me and my friend are out and we get invited to a party by some locals. We don’t know them well but we can’t say no to a genuine local city experience. Starting off the night with some pregame, my friend takes a few shots and I’m limited to two. I’m such a lightweight, really. It’s bad. Even after two shots I’m extra giggly and excited to see everyone. So pliable.

Mixed drinks in my hands and my location on, my friend and I make our way to the appartment address we were given. It’s dingy and the walls are tagged. If I wasn’t tipsy I’d turn around right away. But I want to see our hosts again! They were so nice. My friend knocks on the door and we giggle at how loud they were being. The door is opened by a shorter guy in a beanie, maybe Mexican descent. There is music pounding and a few other people there…strangely not enough for you to call it a party. The guy at the door invites us in, offering us drinks and urging us to let loose. Women in skimpy shorts and bralette tops walk around, boys and girls finding each other to make out. The ceiling is hazy with a thick layer of smoke from all the blunts being smoked.

I’m drinking and the smoke in the air makes my head feel cloudy. I’m giggling and stumbling as I dance along to the music. Eventually I stumble my way into a guy. He’s tall with long hair, nice stubble of a beard too. He coos at me and cups my chin, telling me how I should sit down. A pretty little thing like me could get hurt with the way I was dancing. He plops down on a filthy couch in the corner, pulling me to straddle his lap. I want him to light up a joint and offer it to me. I don’t smoke much but I want to seem cool. Not that he gives me much of a choice. The man presses the joint between my lips and I inhale out of shock. We pass the joint back and forth and at some point he stops taking hits. But I’m too high to notice.

I want him to take my drink and set it aside, bouncing his knee and making me whine. He’s just moving to the music, he tells me. But his knee is way too fast to be moving to the music. I want him to turn me around to face the dingy room we’re in and spread my legs. I’m so pliant and high I can’t even fight back. My skin feels like it’s on fire everywhere he touches me. I lay my head back on his shoulder as his hands begin to travel my body. All my clothes are kinda prudish, sweaters and long pants covering my body. So he pushes my sweater up over my binder in one swoop and begins to squish and knead my hips and stomach.

“Wait, that’s embarrassing-“ I’d whine.

“Oh honey it’s about to get a lot more embarrassing…” the guy mumbles into my ear. His hands move down from my hips and to my pants, shimmying them down so I’m just in my boxers. He places a large hand in between my legs and presses down into my tdick, making me rut into his hand unintentionally. “God, you’re a whore…” he’d laugh, “I ain’t even done nothing to you yet and look at you! Grinding into some strangers hand…”

Id whine and shake my head, I’m not a whore!! It’s just all the smoke and the alcohol and just the…the atmosphere and everything. It’s making me stupid. And it feels like everyone is watching me. Watching me half naked, rubbing myself into this guy’s hand. I don’t know where my friend is anymore. I have an audience now. The guy just chuckles and slips his hands down my boxers and runs a finger up my slit. “Jesus, you’re soaked…” he takes two fingers and clamps them down on my tdick. Rubbing it between his thumb and fore finger, pinching and pulling occasionally. It’s making me yelp and jerk my body around. But the guys just pulls me back down into his lap cooing at me like I’m stupid.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok baby. Just feel it, c’Mon.” His fingers are big and rough, so much different than my own. And they don’t stop. My fingers can never keep up with my need. I always give up and use a toy. But he just doesn’t stop!! Heat pools in my stomach and shoots up my spine whenever he pinches my dick. Little gasps exit my mouth in whines and “nngh”.

“Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuuuck!!” My voice cracks in a shrill way and I feel the pad of his finger move up and down, up and down. It’s so fast but I can feel each movement is a hyper intense way. It might have been the t shot I’d taken the week before. I’m so wet too, it would be so easy to just- “ah-!” I’d squeal as he’d slip two fingers inside me. “Sorry sweetheart, those just popped in. Not my fault. You’re so wet.” He’d thrust his fingers in and tap my insides quickly. “Slutty hole just sucked my fingers right in.” His fingers don’t seem sorry. They’re pumping in and out of me, my juices occasionally squirting out into his jeans. I’m mewling and shaking and my hands are tipping anything I can find purchase on. I’ve only ever fingered myself. Even then my fingers are too small to reach anything inside me. But the stranger’s fingers are so big and they reach so deep inside- fingering feels amazing! Fuck I’d never thought I could come without someone touching my dick but this could change my mind!

“Another! Please!” I wailed out reaching down to grab his hand. My own hand fails about, I can’t decide between shoving my own fingers in as well or making him force more of his thick fingers into my boy cunt. He chuckles darkly and shoves in the rest of his fingers at once.

“Careful what you wish for, baby…”

Should I continue this?

#this has been rotting in my drafts for awhile.#ftm nsft #cnc k!nk #subspace #forced intox #suck my fingers #dom/sub #noncon cw #nsft concept #trans ns/fw #trans nsft #weed intox #fuck my face #tdick #submisive faggot #cnc free use #free use slvt #free use kink #free use toy

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liz-allyn · 1 year

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sugar and vice, pt 4 [mob!tasm!peter x fem!reader]

summary: Honey wakes up to a new life.

words: 5.8 k

warning: mob-typical violence. whump. hurt/comfort. drugging. threats of violence. coersion. kidnapping. traumatic flashbacks. violence. blood. shameless forced proximity trope. imprisonment. slowest burn. a dash of questionable and/or morally grey intentions.

you're responsible for your own content consumption. but that being said, if your parents aren't harboring a several hundred dollars-worth stash of beanie babies that are worth maybe $1 today, then this is not your jam.

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Part 4

When her eyes cracked open, she was staring at a chandelier made from antlers. She blinked several times, noticing that the ceiling was different from any of Peter’s other rooms. She was gazing up at a vaulted A-frame ceiling with exposed redwood beams. The peak of the frame opened to a glass wall where sunkissed blue-green needles of giant Eastern white pine trees billowed.

She groggily sat upright, realizing she was nowhere near the familiar Boroughs of the city. Her limbs felt heavy. Once again, she was alone and buried in another heavenly-soft bed. She was in a bedroom, but it featured no personal touches. It could’ve been a hotel room, or a vacation rental.

She threw her legs over the edge of the bed and her bare feet touched the floor. She shuddered at how warm it was. Heated floors. A very, very expensive vacation rental.

Rubbing her dry eyes, she made her way to a closed door. It opened to a loft balcony, which overlooked the living room of a massive, two-story modern cabin. She gawked at the floor-to-ceiling windows, her breath catching in her throat at the splash of greens, yellows, and oranges from the trees lining the house. Beyond the thick treeline, she could see the smoky blue haze of a mountain range in the distance.

She stood dumbstruck, like Dorothy emerging from her tornado-tossed house.

Not in Queens anymore, was all she could think.

“You’re awake,” his voice echoed from the lower level.

She glanced down at Peter, hands in his jean pockets, wearing a thick cable-knit sweater. He looked up at her with a twinkle in his eye, one that made her fret over the state of her bedhead. She felt ridiculous up on the balcony, like someone would start the monologue from Romeo and Juliet.

She bit her lip, pulling her eyes away. No good could come from seeing him as a Romeo. Even if he easily looked the part.

“So...” she began awkwardly, her cheeks flushed by his gaze. “Are we at Disney World or something? Did we check into the Wilderness Lodge?” She studied the rustic-meets-mid-century modern furnishings, idly rubbing the lace sleeves of her blouse. Her leather jacket had been removed and she honestly didn’t know how she felt about that.

“Sorry, Honey,” he said with a soft laugh that made her stomach weak. “No Mouse here. No gators either.”

Her cheeks pinched into a smile, before she remembered how she got there. The previous day’s events— Had it only been a day? How long was she out?— hit her like a truck. Her grin faded as she recalled her kidnapping. Her abduction. Her shameful, subservient soak in a stranger’s bathtub, followed by a dreary, restless slumber in his sheets. She’d been fed and given a good wash, like a stray dog. Dressed in clothes she could never afford. And had been drugged and taken to—

“Where are we?” she sharply questioned, anxiety chilling her tone.

Whatever smile Peter wore faded. “Not in Orlando,” he bit off.

He turned his back to her and crossed the enormous but cozy living room. Returning to his previous task, he crouched down in front of a soapstone, wood-burning stove in the corner of the room. He pulled the logs loose from a small bundle of firewood, and began loading it into the stove’s iron frame.

Frustrated, she huffed, glaring at the back of his head. Wondering what she was supposed to do.

“What are we doing here?” she asked, crossing her arms. “Wherever here is?”

“Well, I’m building a fire,” he gave a haughty reply. “I’ve already tested the fuses, turned everything on, unpacked, changed clothes, and made coffee in the kitchen.”

“So you do know how to make it,” she muttered under her breath, sarcasm dripping from her mouth. It was quiet enough that there was no way he could’ve heard it.

“Lemme know if you want a taste,” he coyly replied, and it made her question whether or not he had.

He hadn’t looked at her when he said it, and she was grateful because the innuendo was making her stomach flip. “I’m good.” She cursed the fact that her voice sounded more like a squeak.

“Well, since you’re wide awake,” he countered, in a teasing way that sounded too much like flirting. “Lemme show you ‘round the house.” He came to a stand, brushing the dirt and wood fibers from his hands. She found herself staring at the way his large palms glided across one another.

It triggered the memory of those hands on her waist as he helped her into the bathtub. As he dressed her wounds. As he cradled her in his arms as he carried her away from her captors. As he cupped her face, wiping away tears, shielding her from the sight of a bloodied man who likely was dead because of her.

A chill went down her spine, her arms hugging herself tighter. “Maybe later,” she frowned, tucking her chin to her chest.

Silence settled for several seconds before she peeked at him from beneath her downturned brows.

He considered her with pursed lips, silently observing. He shoved his hands back in his pockets. She bit her lip, and for a moment, she expected to hear another thinly-veiled insistence.

“Okay,” was his calm reply. It surprised her. “But do me a favor instead. Go put on some hiking boots.”

“Hiking boots? I don’t have any—”

“They’re in the closet of the room you were in,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Grab a coat too. Meet me in the kitchen in five.”

Without waiting for a reply, he strolled away. Once again, she had no room to protest.

When she opened the closet door in the room she assumed was ‘hers,’ she found a decent, walk-in space with rows of clothes hung up. She found a pair of leather hiking boots that looked brand new, in a cubby space next to 18 pairs of other shoes for a variety of occasions and seasons.

Curiously, she checked the size. She was surprised to find that whoever she was borrowing these from had similarly small feet. Looking up, she spotted a lightweight puff jacket— Patagonia, of course— hanging up among the other articles of clothing. With a sigh, she pulled down the coat and checked the size. Another lucky match. She felt odd putting on someone else’s clothes. An uncomfortable thought crossed her mind— how many women had Peter brought to this cabin?

It was a thought she didn’t like.

When she traveled downstairs, fully dressed, she found the kitchen. She could tell he had a particular style, not too far removed from the one in the penthouse she’d observed earlier. A Scandinavian take on rustic. Immaculately organized open shelving. Spotless stainless steel.

Curiously, she opened the fridge. There were a few groceries. Eggs, milk, sliced cheese, lunchmeat, orange and apple juice. It was a lot of empty space save for a few basic condiments in the door. Mustard that had exceeded its “best by” date by several months.

The more she studied the kitchen and its contents, the more information she gathered about the man currently occupying it.

An extravagant house in the mountains with breathtaking views. A kitchen worthy of Thanksgiving Dinner and every holiday celebration of the year.

Barren. Untouched. Lonely.

A few minutes later, Peter approached with the handle of a small cooler in his grip. A backpack thrown over his shoulder. She curled a brow at him.

“Sure you don’t want any coffee before we go?” he asked. “I’ve got a tumbler if you wanna take it to go.”

“Where are we going?” she asked suspiciously.

He shrugged his shoulders, a half-smile on his face. To her astonishment, he seemed...excited? Like a teenager going on a camping trip.

“Hiking,” he shrugged, like he was keeping a surprise.

She stared at him like he had grown an extra arm.

“You’ll get a chance to break those in,” Peter added, pointing at her shoes. “‘Sides, it’ll be fun.” He reached into his backpack, inspecting the contents, mentally going through a silent checklist. She hadn’t moved a muscle when he looked back up at her.

“We outta get goin,’” he explained, disagreeing with her lack of hustle. “Sun’ll set in a few hours.”

She stared. Unnerved. Swallowed hard. She picked up her boot slowly, as if it was lined with concrete.

He started shuffling towards the door, before pausing and turning back to her. “Oh, one more thing,” he added. He locked eyes with her, smile never fading. “Lose the knife.”

She blinked. Her heart skipped. He watched her, eyes piercing like a hawk.

“Y’know,” he nodded nonchalantly, “the one you took from the butcher’s block?”

Her pulse started racing as she gazed blankly at him, rendered motionless. He jerked his head towards the butcher’s block on the counter, acknowledging that he noticed one of the knives was missing.

With wide guilty eyes, she glanced at the block, then back at him.

“Go on. Put it back.”

She felt like he was staring at her forever. Every second that passed, his eyes got darker. More challenging. More dangerous.

Eyes on the ground, she crept slowly back to the block on the counter. Pulling up her shirt, she retrieved the 8-inch steel butcher’s knife tucked in the waist of her jeans. She slid it back in its proper place, then turned towards him. Trepidatiously, she lifted her eyes off the ground. Peeking up at him, afraid of his wrath.

What she found was his eyes locked on her, a satisfied little smirk on his lips. He gazed at her with an expression that was either affectionate or amused. Either way, he made it clear that she was practically powerless in this situation. She posed no threat.

“Good girl,” he appraised, before turning and heading out of the kitchen door. “Follow me.”

The hike through the woods was quiet, but not tense. At least not on his part. Peter led her on a path through a thick grove of trees. She was still shaken by being confronted about the knife. It was obviously a shock to her, but not to him. She couldn’t know that his observation skills were sharpened by years of people trying to stab him in the back, and not just metaphorically.

The trail was solid with only a few patches of mud. Luckily, the weather had been ideal for his plans. It wasn’t wet, or too terribly cold, especially with the sun positioned where it was. The increased blood circulation from the gradual upward climb helped. There was snow in the forecast but it wouldn’t start until tomorrow morning. They were lucky enough to enjoy one of the last days of fall before the winter would sink its teeth in.

Luck was not something he was used to, but he always seemed to find it with her.

Peter felt his own heart begin to beat faster, but not due to physical exertion. He dragged his hand through his hair. His palms were sweaty. They were getting close.

“Almost there,” he announced, trying to maintain his cool. Or whatever it was he was pretending to be. Many awkward years as a teen and even more awkward conversations with women proved that he was anything but cool. He’d always been a nervous wreck. It was pure luck that he’d undergone the changes in life to be able to talk to a girl, let alone have the confidence to ask them on a date.

And here he was again, feeling like he did in high school. He didn’t really know what he was saying, probably didn’t make any sense, and had no idea how to ask such a pretty girl whatever it was he was asking.

His lack of practice was showing. It had been a long time since he felt this way about anyone.

Not since—

“Are you taking me out to the woods to kill me?” his Honey blurted out.

He stopped in his tracks, turning to her with an incredulous stare.

She stood several feet from him, ramrod straight, shoulders tense.

“Really?” he breathed. More confused than offended. “That’s what you got outta this?”

She shrugged her shoulders, with that adorable anxious look on her face—the one she’d make when the wheels in her brain were spinning, and her mouth was moving a mile a minute, and all he could do was be hypnotized by the way her lips moved. “I mean... you’re you,” she softly replied, in her defense. “What else am I supposed to think?”

He pursed his lips. The sting of her words seized his throat.

'You’re you.' He considered her meaning, heart sinking. A monster, she intended to say. He couldn’t keep the sorrow from filling his eyes and her expression changed. She looked apologetic.

It made him feel even worse. She was apologizing to him. He swallowed hard.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said sincerely. He held his chin a bit higher, and she considered his truthfulness. He turned back towards the path. “C’mon.”

Quietly, she followed.

A couple of minutes later, they arrived at a clearing next to a huge flat rock. It was from an elevated vantage point that offered a beautiful view of the valley through the trees. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the vista. With ease, he scaled the rock, setting down his backpack and the cooler.

She watched him curiously as he pulled a blanket from the backpack and began laying it out on the solid surface. Once it was flat, he began pulling items out of the cooler. She heard the rustling of plastic, staring up at him curiously. He came to a stand and leapt down to her level with surprising agility. He extended his hand to her.

“C’mon,” he beckoned. “I’ll help you up.”

His Honey hesitated, as she always did, looking up at the rock, then back at him. His smile began to falter, worrying that she would refuse. She had no reason to trust him, after all. But slowly, she took his hand. He smiled, feeling his heart soar.

He clenched her body to his, wrapping one arm around her waist. He used the hand to quickly scale up the rock again, in a move so quick and effortless it made her think he was a professional rock climber. Or a mountain goat.

He held onto her tightly when they were at the top of the rock. Like the night before in his bathroom, he found himself not wanting to let go. He stared down at her bright, beautiful eyes—soft, gentle, timid— and breathed in her air. The scent of his body wash on her skin. Mingling together in an aroma that made his heart flutter.

Sheepishly, she glanced away, not able to withstand the heat of his gaze. As if remembering what planet he was on, Peter released his grip and let her stand on her own. She looked down curiously, her eyes widening to the sight at her feet.

Peter had laid out a picnic blanket and a delicious-looking spread complete with sandwiches, fresh fruit, cookies, charcuterie, and empty champagne flutes. The small gasp she let out as she observed the meal made his stomach flip. He was excited and terrified—not sure himself how she would react to his attempted olive branch.

She blinked up at him, astonished.

He felt his tongue go dry as he stammered anxiously. “I, uh... thought we could have a late lunch?” She stared, stunned and silent. “Um,” Peter felt his fingers begin to twitch. He glanced around the space, swallowing hard. “Um, p-please... Sit.” He lowered himself onto the picnic blanket, crossing his legs like a kid. Slowly and hesitantly, she followed, mirroring his position.

He beamed at the gesture. He turned his attention back to the spread. “So, yeah—um, we got sandwiches. Uh, I did turkey, cheese, with tomato, I... I-I sorta forgot the lettuce. We can still get some though. Tomorrow, not now. Because... yeah.”

She gazed at him, her expression softening as he stumbled his way through the menu.

“Some other stuff here—crackers, salami, this sliced cheese I got at a Middle Eastern grocery. I don’t think there’s anything regionally specific about the cheese, though. I think it’s just cheddar and gouda...”

He worked to hide his flustered blush. She looked up at him with a soft gaze. He hoped she found it endearing, maybe even charming—and not like he was a dork. Which is how he felt.

He rubbed his palms on the thighs of his jeans. “Um, cookies—The good kind with the chocolate chip chunks that are really big. There’s also some raisin cookies because I accidentally grabbed them from a place thinkin’ they were chocolate chip, and then I got the chocolate chip cookies, but I had these oatmeal raisin ones, and nobody likes those when you think you’re getting chocolate chip, but maybe if... you had them... in addition to chocolate—”

He cleared his throat. Pictured the way his last serious girlfriend would grin at him when he was babbling. He relished the memory, and glanced up. She looked different. Not just in the obvious way, but not in a bad way. Her expression wasn’t judgmental, or annoyed, and she didn’t make him feel like a dork. She stared at him in silent astonishment, almost like she was marveling at him. Almost like he was worthy of her.

It made his heart flutter. “Anyway... uh... you can have whatever you want, um... I...” He swallowed hard. “Um, there’re also grapes. And, uh—” He glanced down into the cooler, his smile falling. “Shit,” he quietly muttered. “Damn it.”

“What is it?”

“The champagne,” he huffed in defeat, frustrated with himself. “I forgot the goddamn champagne.”

“Oh,” Honey said, gently. “It’s okay.”

He ran his palms down his face. “Nah, s’not okay—”

“No, really, it’s fine—”

“No, it’s not fine,” he groaned. “I didn’t bring anything else to drink. I-I didn’t think—”

“This is—this is great,” she emphatically replied, trying to ease the pain of his embarrassment. It was another one of her kindnesses toward him.

“No, no, no, it’s—look, I got it.” He hopped to his feet and it made her nervously stretch her arms, as if she could somehow catch him if he slipped off the rock. “Don’t worry, I-I-I got it. It’s... it’s right back at the house, I can run back real quick—”

“Seriously?” she replied. “It’s... it’s way back there? I mean, you don’t have to! I promise, I'm not even thirsty. Are you sure you don’t need help?”

“No, no, no, I already laid everything out. The food’s out. It’ll just take me 2 minutes. You should dig in.”

“Wha-what? Are you sure? I can wait for you.”

“Have a cookie,” he pleaded, filled with a nervous energy that had him scurrying down the rockface. “Don’t worry, just 2 minutes. Less than! I’m gone. Already gone. Be right back!”

He took off in a frenetic jog, disappearing from her sight. She watched him, curious and confused at how he’d be able to cut down a 10-minute hike into just two.

Honey glanced back down at the appetizing spread and the thought and care that went into each detail. When did he even have time to do this? She picked at a sandwich that was cut into an elegant triangle and wrapped with cellophane. Examined it.

Then, it hit her. She glanced back at the trail, eyes wide. Peter was nowhere in sight.

He was surprised at how fast he could move through the woods, almost as quickly as he could navigate through skyscrapers. His mind was still churning over the picnic, scolding himself for forgetting something so pivotal. He grumbled about his forgetfulness, and about the awkward dissertation he decided to give about the cookies. He also neglected to bring anything else to drink. He should’ve remembered the moment she turned down coffee back at the kitchen—

He froze, dropping to the ground from the canopy. Both feet hit the dirt with a soft thud. His stomach plummeted even further.

He glanced back at the trail behind him. Where he had left his Honey.

Where minutes ago she’d questioned whether he was plotting to murder her, a thought so obscene it made him sick to his stomach.

And just a few hours before that, he’d drugged her and brought her to a location so secluded she wouldn’t even know what state she was in, not having seen a license plate.

He’d left her. Alone.

“Mother Hubbard!” he growled.

What a fucking idiot. A lovesick, bumbling dork.

At once his senses shifted into overdrive. Panic rising within him. An urgency overtook him, like a scream crawling up his throat. He was hurtling back through the air, cursing himself as he broke his body on every branch along the way.

By the time he approached the rock, he landed hard enough to crack the surface. His fears were confirmed. The picnic blanket was abandoned. The young woman was nowhere in sight.

“No, no, no, no, no…” he babbled to himself, pulling at his hair as he scanned the clearing desperately. “Honey!” His voice boomed, a crack of thunder wrapped in frustration and fury.

No reply. Not that he should expect one.

He shouldn’t expect anything.

He shouldn't expect to see her ever again—not alive, anyway.

His stomach lurched. The next time he would see her face, she’d be beaten beyond recognition. Her skull and body broken on the fists of Wilson Fisk, her blood staining the cuffs of one of his dress shirts.

“Honey!”

His second shout came out with more desperation. Breaths exploding in short bursts. The trees were spinning. His heart threatened to break out of his chest. It felt like it already had.

He dashed down the trail, eyes scouring the landscape. Senses were hyper-aware of every rustle of leaves, every snapped twig. It was too much information to take in at once.

She was gone, and he wouldn’t find her again until it was too late. Why would he think she’d stay put? Why would he think she’d stay with him a moment longer than she had to? He had her, and he lost her.

She was gone.

—stay with me, Gwen, please—

“Honey!” he screamed with a flayed voice—shrill, broken, terrified.

She had been terrified. Shaking like a leaf when he’d found her on the freezing concrete of the auto body shop. Scared of what had happened and what could happen. Scared of what Fisk’s men would do to her. Scared of what Peter would do to her.

Peter Parker, the monster.

He was trembling. He was about to cry—when had he started to cry what a fuckin’ loser— as he stared at the soft dirt and crushed leaves of the path he was on— Gwen’s broken body, spine smashed to pieces, blood spilling from her nose and eye sockets, about to be interred in the soil—searching desperately for footprints...

Katzenberg had been terrified, sputtering petty excuses through bloody lips. Half-dead, incoherent pleas. Desperate in a futile attempt to save his own life.

“It was nothin’ personal, I swear it.. I-I... It was all Kingpin’s idea—takin’ pictures... I-I-I’m not even into that sick stuff... It’s disgusting, what he wan’ed... Can’t even watch it on the internet, I gotta kid sista, y’know...”

Peter dug his nails into his palms.

Honey had been terrified.

Gwen had been terrified.

Ben had been terrified.

May had been terrified.

He was terrified. He knew Wilson Fisk and what he was capable of. Peter had seen with his own eyes the victims of Kingpin’s wrath. The gender made no difference. He left bodies destroyed.

He was going to be sick. In a fit of panic, terror and rage, he started stalking down the path, roaring out her given name.

“Your hands, Nicky,” Peter sneered as he approached his terrified captive. He was sobbing over his gag, fat tears, snot and blood streaking his face. “You put hands on a woman for the last time...”

Peter gripped the hammer tight, brought it down onto Katzenberg’s knuckles. Then he did it again. And again. And again. One for each knuckle. One for the gash on his Honey’s forehead. Eventually, he quit counting.

Peter was cupping his face, nearly dropping to his knees in the dirt. The sun would set soon. It would be dark, how would he find her in the dark? He could barely breathe. Deep breaths.

“People are so lame sometimes,” Honey gave Peter this weird little face, like she was saying ‘bleh’ and gagging simultaneously. It was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.

They had been in one of those rare, magical moments where it was an odd hour of day and the shop was empty save for the two of them. It felt selfish, having her all to himself. Indulgent. It was an indulgence that made his mouth water.

Bright-eyed, body poised like a ballerina, she craftfully poured foam into his cup. He fell under her spell. The aroma of coffee and lavender flowed through his senses, and he felt himself relaxing as he sank deeper. Taken by the current. Longing to dive into her magic.

“Ugh, it’s the worst,” she said. Even her complaints were done with a smile. “Things get a little crazy in here—like that one time during the marathon when the street was closed down so the crowd could watch so we were just friggin’ blitzed, like DEFCON 1, and it was the Rock’n’Roll one, and y’know we’ve got that drag queen revue across the street, too—super fun by the way if you haven’t gone yet—but they constructed a stage on the street with like 100 giant speakers so that one of the queens could perform as the runners went by, and they turned the volume way up and everyone kept piling in here wanting coffee. Meanwhile I can’t hear any orders because Cher is belting it out.”

She giggled and the sound alone could break his heart. “S’anyway, that’s not the point—When it gets all crazy train in here, I just hafta close my eyes and think to myself ‘deep breaths.’ In and out.”

He took a deep breath, pulling his hands from his face. Inhaled the chilly air. Breathed in the scent of wet leaves and pine and the memory of coffee and lavender.

In and out.

In his mind, she was staring at him. Giving him that look that hurt to look at. Like staring at the sun. Burned his eyes and his soul.

He’d take that image home with him, wired from the excessive amount of caffeine, and think about it when things were too overwhelming. Whenever he felt his anger building. Or when he was showering off his sins for the day and he’d let his hand wander to the part of him that burned the most for her.

In and out. Breathe. Listen.

He felt the tingle crawl up his spine. Then he heard it: a twig snap.

Before he could see it with his eyes, the picture was in his head. He bolted in its direction just as a crack rang out overhead.

Honey was falling. She let out a squeaky shriek that Peter never wanted to hear. She was plummeting, her eyes staring up at the tree canopy. She was falling to earth from her hiding place in the tree above their picnic spot.

The solid rock beneath her rushed up.

Impact. And another.

Peter gripped her body close to his chest, his arms wrapped around her like serpents. He’d snatched her from her free fall, catching her in midair and landing with a heavy thud. Chest heaving, his eyes shot to her face, searching for blood.

Her eyes fluttered wildly, disoriented from her near-fatal fight with gravity. She sucked in breath, heaving in a gasp. Gently, he lowered her to the ground, dropping to his knees. It’s like his brain lagged behind his eyesight. The fierce sound of her pounding heart released him from his terror-striken state.

When she made eye contact with him, his eyes were red-rimmed and bleary, tears welling with relief. They stayed like that for a moment—he kneeled while he cradled her, fingers trembling against her skin. He searched her eyes—you stay with me—listening to the song of her pulse.

Her hand lay limply in the dirt beneath her. Fingers brushed the sharp rough face of a softball-sized sandstone. She gazed up at him, blind instinct taking over, and slammed the rock into the side of his head.

He tumbled to the side, releasing his grip immediately. She hesitated, glancing back at her devastating hit—both shocked and horrified at her own actions. Then the panic set in. She flipped around and scrambled to her feet. She pumped her legs, running as fast as she could down the dirt trail away from her captor.

Suddenly, her feet were pulled out from underneath her. She came flying down, chest slamming into the dirt. She coughed as the air expelled from her lungs, tears filling her eyes from the shock. Reflexively, her legs were still moving, almost like a cartoon character.

No! No! No, please, no! She was unsure if her screams were in her head or if she actually recognized the sound of her own disembodied voice. Kicking her legs, confused and frustrated as it seemed they were bound in some sort of stringy—what the heck is this stuff?—material that wrapped around her legs like snakes. She kicked wildly to no avail, like her legs were tangled in blankets made of glue. She reached down, trying to free herself, snatching her hand back when she felt how sticky her binds were.

A shadow fell over her. Peter’s silhouette stood tall, back against the setting sun, as he glared down. Blood trickled from the temple near his ear. Eyes blackened with rage.

The sound she made was barely human, a pathetic yelp, as he snatched up her body and yanked her into his grip. Her legs were useless, so she used fingers, fists, palms, nails—anything to get him to release her. His hold was iron around her waist, throwing her over his shoulder like a ragdoll.

He marched down the path with her writhing desperately on his shoulder. A mix of blubbering sobs—please, nonono, please, somebody help me, please help!— and savage scratching. When she was able to angle her arm and drive her elbow in the back of his head, he whipped her body around to his front. The ease at which he tossed her made her feel infantile in comparison. A muzzled, declawed feral kitten, whom he could easily toss off a bridge into a river.

He was going to kill her. She knew it. She had screwed up badly, and now he was going to kill her. Her fight wore down, the overwhelming exhausting sorrow bearing down on her, and soon she was a weeping mess of desperate pleas. He said nothing, paused for nothing, and gave her no inclination of what was next. The way he gripped her prevented her from being able to see how infuriated he was, but she felt it in his muscles. Like osmosis his fury seemed into her and it made her shudder.

There would be pain, she thought. She was certain. Her mind flashed back to his victim in the chair and her imagination pictured what he must look like right now. She imagined a torso floating in the East River, picked apart by fish. Head and arms buried somewhere nearby in concrete.

She screamed, terrified. Begging desperately that someone could hear her. Praying for salvation.

Sooner than she thought, he had kicked open the kitchen door and was carrying her through the living room.

She could barely breathe through her sobs. “Please, please, don’t—I’m sorry, I’m sorry s-so sorry, please, don’t do this—”

He marched up the staircase and turned down the balcony to the bedroom she had woken up in. As he passed the threshold her fight came roaring back.

“No, stop! Please, please stop! No don’—I won’t run away, I promise—!”

He threw her, and her body was flying backwards. Landing hard against the mattress. The force of it silenced her for a moment as she struggled to catch her breath. Like a lion, he was on her. On top of her. His hands caught hers as she came up defensively to hit him. Wordless and possessed, he dragged her up to the headboard, his weight smothering her.

She wailed incoherently—Please don’t do this, I'm sorry, please— and was silenced by a sharp thwip. Her wrists flew to either side of her head, covered in the sticky gunk that restrained her legs. The sensation stunned her. Her body went rigid as he straddled her hips, pinning her hips down with his weight while her hands were unmovable at the sides of her head.

His eyes were the color of ink. The darkness in them threatened to swallow her. She went still, save for the uncontrollable heaving of her chest, as she peered up at his nightmare-stare with horror.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he glowered and hissed through his teeth. Her fear beckoned her to look away, but he gripped her jaw tight. Forcing her gaze into his. Pupils blown, blood trailing down his cheek like motor oil, he glared at her. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t.”

It was more than a threat. It was a promise. She knew it. Her heart seized in her throat. She cowered beneath him, trembling and pliant. Silent as a mouse.

“And I swear to god—on my mother’s soul,” he breathed through his mouth, speaking so quietly it was nearly a whisper. “If you ever pull that shit again... I will.”

It was a horrible look he gave her after that. Chilling, to say the least. Something so intimately livid. It bordered on obscene. She felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, watching his body leer over hers threateningly. It wouldn’t surprise her if he reached up and snapped her neck. She was expecting it.

But he released her chin, withdrawing himself. His footsteps pounded like a hammer as he marched across the hardwood floor. The heavy door slammed, shaking the top story of the house.

With a trembling chin, she gazed up through wet eyes at the ceiling. At dust-covered antlers suspended by chains, swaying in the gentle draft.

The sound she heard outside of her room was almost inhuman. A bellowing roar. It frightened her—of every fuckin’ little thing, always so frightened, scared of your own shadow, when would she going to be done being so scared all the time?—and she squeezed her eyes shut.

She wept as quietly as she could until sleep overtook her.

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wileys-russo · 5 months

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baby it’s cold outside II g.clinton x reader

first little christmas ficlet! baby it's cold outside II g.clinton x reader

from the moment you awoke you knew exactly what had happened overnight. in fact how could you not when you'd been tracking the weather daily; hoping, praying, wishing for this to happen, and it would appear it had all finally come to fruition.

one minute half asleep and then a beat later wide awake you wiggled out of your girlfriends arms, almost falling out of the bed and taking half the duvet with you earning yourself an annoyed grumble from the blonde who'd been happily wrapped up in it moments ago.

shooting across the room you threw open the curtains again causing the midfielder to groan unhappily and bury herself further into bed. you bounced happily on the balls of your feet as your eyes widened seeing the crispy white carpet covering the front yard and the frost scattered across the window pane.

your nose smooshed against the glass you grinned like an excited child and wrenched your gaze away, racing back over and jumping on top of the blonde tucked up in bed. "gracie! get up!" you shook her harshly as an arm poked out and tried to shove you off.

"babe no it's too fuckin early." she moaned unhappily, accent even thicker in her half asleep state as you tried to wrestle the blankets away from her which were gripped tightly in her fists keeping them drawn over her head.

"it snowed! come on we both have the whole day off and it hasn't snowed in forever!" you whined in annoyance, resorting to smacking and poking the lump which was her body beneath the duvet.

"it snowed last winter ya idiot." was her grumpy response as you finally managed to yank the covers away from her.

"yeah well that feels like forever ago come on you grinch get up!" you ducked down and kissed all over her face, her eyes slowly cracking open as she fought the smile which wanted to curl onto her lips.

"nah ten more minutes love come on." the girl mumbled tiredly, hands balling your hoodie in them and tugging you back down as her limbs wrapped around you tightly. "grace!" you groaned before her hand came to settle across your mouth and a gentle kiss was placed on your cheek. "ten more."

knowing this could be your best option at getting her up before eleven like you knew was her intended plan you gave in. but far too eager you couldn't help but move around restlessly in her arms which meant that your girlfriend could only hold out for another five minutes before she cracked.

you beamed happily as grace let you go and stretched with a grunt, exhaling heavily and rubbing the sleep from the corner of her eyes. you mumbled thanks against her lips as she simply hummed, pinching your cheek and flopping back down into bed.

"at least make us a coffee before ya drag me out there to freeze babe."

"ya alright?" you nodded in confirmation as you fixed the beanie on your girlfriends head, pecking her lips appreciatively teasing how she tasted like coffee causing a smile to appear.

"baby! gloves." the blonde grabbed your hand before you could throw open the door, both of you wearing about five layers as she slipped your gloves on and followed with her own.

"go on then." the taller girl chuckled, allowing herself to be dragged toward the front door and thrust outside as you practically ripped her arm off in your haste.

your grip on her dissapeared as you dropped her hand and jumped down the steps, causing grace to yell out warnings about not slipping before ironically slipping down the stairs herself.

"sorry baby, what was that?" you teased, jogging back over and helping her up, kissing her freezing cold cheek with a grin. "race ya to the edge of the lawn?" your girlfriend challenged, pushing you over onto your ass before sprinting away causing you to yell out after her.

but you couldn't help but let out a laugh as you got to your feet and watched grace all but swan dive into the thick layer of snow at the edge of your front yard, already furiously waving her limbs in an attempt at a snow angel.

racing over you were quick to join her, ignoring the way your body locked up from the freezing temperature too fueled by caffeine and adrenaline to even pay it a thought. "i win!" your girlfriend announced, jumping to her feet with a happy grin.

"only because you cheated!" you accused with a laugh, following suit and moving to stand beside her. "thats just loser talk babe." the taller girl teased, kissing your cheek and throwing an arm across your shoulders, tucking you tightly into her side.

"look they're holdin hands!" grace pointed out excitedly, bumping her hip against yours as you laughed and pulled her into a kiss. "mm warm us up then love." the blonde grabbed your hips with a smirk, deepening the kiss a little.

the moment was rapidly ruined however as something cold and wet smashed into the side of her head, the cheeky grin on your face and the wet patch on your glove all she needed to know to connect the dots.

"ohh babe ya gonna regret that."

from then on a full on war ensued, the two of you racing around your front yard lobbing snowballs at one another giggling like children. eventually you changed locations, ending up in the backyard where you had a little more privacy and room to run around.

focused on packing together a tight snowball the grin dropped from your face as you raised your arm to throw and found your target had dissapeared. "gracie? baby?" you called out, slowly lowering your arm as your eyes scanned the backyard.

big mistake.

you heard her before you saw her, a snowball smashed into the back of your head and a flash of blonde hair darting at you with a war cry as you were tackled down into the snow, your girlfriend hovering over you with a wolfish grin.

"grace!" you yelled as she smashed another snowball into your forehead, wiggling as the ice cold droplets trailed down the back of your neck and her laughter filled the air around you.

"told ya you was gonna regret that babe." she sang out happily, kissing all over your face before standing and helping you up. "snowman time." you ordered, the two of you sharing a look and a nod before you raced inside and she raced back out the front.

both of you returning you held up two carrots as she held up four sticks and you shared a loving kiss in a silent thanks, busying yourselves with forming the bodies, chattering away to one another as you went.

"look! holding hands." grace beamed, wiggling happily as she jammed in the arms. "seems to be a common theme baby." you teased, hugging her tightly as the two of you looked down fondly on your creation.

"oh!" you pulled away from her and squatted down, tracing a love heart around them and writing both of your initials. "perfect." grace whistled in approval as you stood and melted back into her, craning your head up to kiss her jaw.

"okay i love ya babe but i'm fuckin freezin." grace admitted after a few minutes of comfortable silence, grinning sheepishly as you nodded your agreement, reaching up to pull down her beanie a little.

"better get you nice and warm then rudolph." you teased, kissing her bright red nose as she laughed sarcastically and tugged your own beanie down to cover your eyes. "grace!" you yelled as suddenly she hoisted you up and over her shoulder, carrying you up the back steps.

"boots!" you warned as she took one step inside, sighing and placing you back down on your feet as the two of you stepped out of your shoes, leaving them by the back door and sighing in relief once you were inside.

stripping off a few layers you raced one another upstairs, abandoning the rest of your wet clothes in the laundry and jumping into the shower together to defrost your frozen limbs.

"oi!" your girlfriend laughed as you spat a mouthful of water at her, dunking your head under the stream as you slapped her shoulders, the two of you sharing a few lazy kisses before washing properly and stepping out, bundled up in fluffy towels.

"okay here's what im thinking." you started once the two of you were changed into matching candy cane tracksuits, which had been bought at your girlfriends request much to your amusement.

"we make hot chocolate. we order pizza. we watch the home alone movies. we take a nap. we go and see some christmas lights. we make dinner. we watch elf!" you ticked things off on your fingers as grace sighed happily, flopping down onto the lounge and pulling you on top of her.

"god i love it when ya talk dirty to us baby."

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leejeongz · 7 months

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hiii can i request evnne’s reaction to you getting shy and flustered like if they tell the reader they love them!? thank you!!! 💓

🫧 evnne reaction to you getting flustered 🫧

pairing: boyf!evnne x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: shy reader, pet names, physical affection, reader has long hair (jeonghyeon)

𓆉 keita

“i’ve never been here,” you almost shout to your boyfriend, who’s a few paces ahead of you.

“really?” he turns to his side and jumps a little when he realises you’re not there. “really?” he asks again, this time turning back to see you as he speaks.

“yep,” you walk a little faster to catch up with him and loop your arm through his, “i didn’t even know that there was a lake here.”

keita absentmindedly drops his arm as he slows down, your arm falling with his, still kind of intertwined. missing the physical touch, your hand searches for his, and without you even realising, you’re now holding hands as you walk slowly along the path covered in wet leaves. keita swings the two hands out in front of you, smiling to himself as he does so.

“you’ve never held my hand before,” he giggles, getting closer to you to let a cyclist pass, “never initiated holding hands, i should say,” he clarified, adding emphasis to his words.

it was unavoidable, your hands became clammy and you could only look at the lake beside you.

“are you getting flustered?” he laughed teasingly, squeezing your hand while trying to get a look at your face. you shook your head and he shook his, “i think you are.”

“did you have to bring it up?” you snatched your hand back from his, stuffing it into your coat pocket, still refusing to look at him.

“it’s cute,” his hand followed yours, into your pocket, and grasped your hand tightly, “can you do it more often, please?”

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𓆉 hanbin

naturally, hanbin’s hand came to your waist as he sat up, using you to steady himself and then refusing to move it. he scrunched his eyebrows, head leaning in to take a closer look at your features.

“what are you doing?” you asked, pulling away, your eyebrows also furrowed but yours in confusion more than intrigue.

“looking,” he replied. his eyes flashed from your left eye to your right, back and forth, until he himself pulled away. “your eyes, they’re so pretty and unique,” using his free hand, he pointed vaguely, as if you didn’t know where they were.

“they’re just eyes…”

your response made hanbin take a second look, this time, getting closer to you. your noses were almost touching, you could feel his breath tickle your lips. you’d kissed hanbin lots of times, countless times, but seeing him up close like this, you started to sweat. you tried to focus on something else, anything else, but your mind kept going back to either his hand on your waist, or his face dangerously close to yours.

hanbin’s straight face soon turns into an eye roll as he sits back as if he’s truly offended by your bashfulness. he looks up to the ceiling before looking back at you.

“you can’t even let your boyfriend compliment your eyes?” he leans to whisper into your ear, “baby, we’re gonna have to do something about that!”

𓆉 jeonghyeon

“almost there!” jeonghyeon read your text with a cute grin just as you were walking through the doors to the cinema. he slipped his phone into his back pocket and greeted you with an awkward smile.

you jogged up to him with just as much awkwardness, “why is that part always so awkward and embarrassing?” you laugh it off, taking off your beanie and gloves as jeonghyeon watched you in adoration. tugging at your boyfriend's arm to pull him closer to you, you whispered to him, “does my hair look okay? do i have hat hair?”

after taking a good look at your hair, he shook his head and giggled cutely. “can i?” he motioned as if to move hair from your face. you nodded with a sweet, grateful smile. he pinched the few strands of your hair from your face extremely gently and tucked them behind your ear, before going to sort out the rest. but as he did so, you grabbed his hand and pulled it away from your face, letting it go when you realised you had no idea why you just did that.

“sorry, but, there was,” he paused as he caught you blushing through your own hands as you tried to fix your hair yourself, “did i make you flustered?” he laughed. to confirm his suspicions, he moved your hands from your face. “you are!”

“shall we get some popcorn?”

“so cute,” he ruffled your hair, messing it up again, before looping your arm through his own and heading towards the popcorn counter.

𓆉 seungeon

feeling a little overwhelmed by the situation, you excuse yourself from the dining table, heading straight for your bathroom to splash some water on your face. today, seungeon was meeting your family for the first time and, although it was going well so far, you couldn’t help but feel apprehensive about what would happen next. you patted your face down with a towel and carefully unlocked the door.

taking your seat at the table, seungeon gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. you freeze, moving only your eyes to see if any of your family noticed.

“everything okay, y/n? you’re never usually this quiet.” your mother’s attempt to embarrass you felt like nothing compared to seungeon’s hand on your leg.

you smiled, very very faintly. “yeah, just the food is a bit spicy,” you look at your boyfriend, now able to give him a death stare, “i wasn’t prepared for it.”

“well i think it’s delicious,” he smiles to the table, who dig in to their meal again, “i’m sorry,” he mouths.

later that day, you finally have some time alone with your boyfriend, and so you decide to bring it up again.

“that wasn’t cool, you know? i can’t even keep my composure when it’s just us two and you squeeze my leg, never mind when my family is around,” you complain.

“but you did look cute when you just,” he mimicked how you sat on the chair, “froze!”

𓆉 yunseo

a smile grows across his cheeks as the intro to the tv show starts playing. 4 little kids come running across the screen, shouting playfully. you both awe in unison before the show actually begins.

a little while later, after one of the children said something funny, you glanced over to your boyfriend, who was turning towards you at the same time. the show continues, but yunseo doesn’t go back to watching it, instead wanting to watch you fondly.

“do you think we’ll have kids?” yunseo asks out of nowhere. “i keep dreaming about it,” he laughs, as if it was a silly thing to admit.

you check his expression in your peripheral, hoping he’s not joking. “so you definitely want kids?” you ask, avoiding the question.

“yeah, do you?” his hand came to your forearm, comforting you enough to finally look at him.

you avoid the question again, “you dream about us starting a family?” a smile plays on your lips, but you try to suppress it, just in case you misunderstood.

yunseo nodded enthusiastically in response. “you’re in all of my future plans, silly.”

you can no longer suppress the smile, a definite pink lighting up your cheeks as they rise with your smile. “really?”

“you’re getting flustered over this? seriously?”

“only because i feel the same way, i can’t wait for us to grow old together,” you outstretched your limbs in awkwardness, scanning over your hands as you do so. “of course i’m gonna get flustered.”

𓆉 junghyun

you immediately threw your arms over your boyfriend's shoulders, letting the door close behind him as you waddled further into your house together.

“did you miss me?” junghyun pulled away and placed a sweet, long awaited kiss onto your nose.

shyly, you nodded.

“but you still can’t say it?” he pouted. “i missed you so much, i thought about you all day and all night.” waiting expectedly, he encouraged you to speak with his widening eyes.

“i guess,” you avoided his gaze and gulped, trying to find a way around saying it. “i guess…” you battled with whatever was stopping you from speaking, “i missed you, too.” you breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to tell your boyfriend how you felt through words.

at first, junghyun’s mouth dropped in shock, but he soon began to fake cry. “that’s the first time you’ve ever said anything like that to me,” he spoke through feigned tears.

you coughed, “yeah, how was your trip?” you changed the subject eagerly, but junghyun wasn’t ready to move on.

“wait,” he told you, “i got something for you,” he dug around in the small pocket of his backpack and pulled out a purple bracelet, a number of shells dangling from it. you held out your arm and he tied it securely.

“thank you,” you blushed, admiring the gift. your heartbeat quickened the more you thought about junghyun buying it for you, you hoped he couldn’t sense how flustered you were getting AGAIN.

“you’re welcome,” he beamed, “it’s the least i could do after you told me you missed me!”

“hey,” you hit his arm playfully, “stop making me flustered on purpose!”

“never, you look too cute.”

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