#a v cute and good tiny desk!

[fairweathermyth]

How does it feel to be an expert in a dying field? And how do you know it’s over when you can’t let go? You can’t let go, you can’t stop, can’t rewind. Love is learned over time, til you’re an expert in a dying field.

THE BETHS NPR Tiny Desk Concert

#thebethsedit #musicedit #musicgifs #the beths #expert in a dying field #liz stokes #tiny desk concert #made by carolyn #a v cute and good tiny desk! #accidentally downloaded this in low res and didn't feel like fixing that so it doesn't look great but idc truly

[peachhcs]

mundane moments

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

some mundane moments between samy & will on facetime as she gets ready for a night out

1.5k words

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the vibration from samy's phone made the small area of her desk shake underneath her elbows that were propped up in front of her tiny silver mirror, delicate hands applying the last of her mascara. she flipped the device over, a grin spreading across her pink lips seeing her boyfriend's contact flash across the screen. the girl immediately answered, propping her phone up against whatever was in front of her as will's face appeared. 

"hi will, what's up?" samy continued grinning, checking the last of her eyelashes to make sure she didn't miss a spot. her lack of attention caused her to miss the smile spreading across will's own lips and the flush coating his cheeks. 

he was glad gabe wasn't in the room or else he'd start chirping at him for being so grossly in love. 

"hi pretty girl," the blonde said making samy's own cheeks shed a light pink. he never failed to make her blush whenever that nickname left his lips.

"hi will!" hannah exclaimed, popping into frame for a second.

"hey will!!" bailey also yelled from across the room. samy's friends loved saying hi to will whenever he was on facetime. the boy chuckled, "hey guys."

"we're going out. hannah convinced me to head to this frat with her and bails," the brunette rolled her eyes slightly as she eyed hannah a few feet away. the other girl shrugged, "what? you said you wanted to go out more."

"i know, i know. okay, i need your opinion on what bag i should bring," samy pushed herself out of her desk chair and backed up so will could see her entire outfit while grabbing the two different purses from her bed.

she posed a few times with each bag, but the only thing will could focus on was how good she looked. her slightly too short black skirt and plunging v-neck top had the blonde a bit breathless and red. he wasn't even paying attention to her purses anymore.

"he's not even paying attention, hughes. i told you your outfit would distract him," hannah snickered when no response came from will.

that snapped the boy back into reality as he embarrassingly cleared his throat. samy flushed—loving how she had an effect on him even through a screen. "i bet he wasn't even paying attention to the purses. go with the black one, it goes with everything," bailey commented.

"hey, i was...sort of. black is cute," will attempted to defend himself. his weak effort made the girls laugh instead.

"you're so cute. i miss you," samy crawled back into her desk chair, bringing the camera closer to her face. her lips sparked in the light, showing off her sparkly lip-gloss that will's kissed off those lips so many times in the summer.

"i miss you too. wish you were here or i was there," the blonde said, sadness creeping into his voice.

long distance was hard. with their busy schedules, the two hardly saw one another since they started college. practices and games always got in the way and it wasn't like they could just up and leave without some harsh remarks from their coaches. will desperately missed his girl. there wasn't a time when he wasn't thinking about her—and that was saying a lot considering all he's ever thought about was hockey. he missed her especially when she looked as good she did and will wouldn't be there to have his arm securely around her waist so everyone knew she was his.

"i know. feels like it's been ages since i've seen you," samy frowned as well.

it was even worse because they wouldn't even be spending winter break together—or at least not all of it. will just recently got called up to play on the usa world juniors team with gabe, ryan, fowler, drew, and aram. that meant they'd all be spending their holiday in sweden and while will was extremely grateful for the opportunity, he probably wasn't gonna see samy at all unless she flew out with him. that was a big ask that will knew he couldn't make because he knew how much she loved spending the holidays with her family in michigan.

"maybe i'll get some downtime or something. or i'll just sneak off for a weekend," will chuckled, trying to lighten the mood because he hated when samy was sad.

"i know your coach would bench you for the next five games," samy teased a little as she touched up some of her foundation and powder.

"it's worth it if i get to see you," the blonde shrugged. samy rolled her eyes again, but will would seriously drop everything for her if she asked.

"okay, final look. what do you think?" samy held the phone close to her face so her boyfriend could see her entire makeup look. will couldn't help but take a screenshot, admiring her pretty face and pretty lips and wanting to have a picture to stare at for later. 

"you look beautiful," will said making the girl blush again. he prided himself in the fact that he could still make her blush miles away. 

"and the outfit? too much? too little?" she stood back up so will could see her entire outfit again.

he took another screenshot, face reddening into a deep blush. the short skirts were will's kryptonite and he absolutely adored it when samy wore them. he unashamedly checked her out through the screen, getting distracted once more. she looked so hot and while will swore he wasn't the jealous type, there was a pinch in his stomach thinking about all the guys that would look at his girl the way he was looking at her now. especially in a frat.

"you lost him again," hannah laughed seeing will's longing stare through the screen.

"s-sorry. you look incredible," will flushed when he snapped back into reality again.

"you're so adorable. i love you," samy smiled.

"i love you more," will smiled back.

"i'll text you, yeah? talk to you later," the brunette kissed her phone. will did the same back and they said their goodbyes for now. two minutes later, hannah and bailey both got texts from will.

will look out for her tn for me have fun :)

the girls both smiled, already knowing that will was the one.

—

a little habit will picked up was staying up until he knew samy made it back home safely whenever she went out. sometimes they'd call, sometimes they wouldn't, but either way, will had his eyes on her location as the time ticked closer to one in the morning. he told himself it wasn't a controlling thing, but more of a protective thing because he'd never forgive himself if he went to bed and his girl didn't make it home safely. 

will knew he'd definitely feel drowsy when he had to wake up in six hours for practice, but it was all worth it for his girlfriend's safety and well-being. he watched as her little icon finally made it into her dorm building—a wave of relief filling the boy's chest. before he could shut his phone off for the night, it began buzzing in his hand and samy's name came up on the screen. will immediately answered, smiling when he saw her pretty face a second later. 

"hi beautiful. make it home?" will wondered, trying to whisper as best as he could so he didn't wake gabe up. 

"yup. were you stalking my location?" the girl teased some, shutting her door and shuffling towards her desk. 

will never explicitly told her he watched her location when she went out, but samy picked it up fairly quickly when will was always awake when she called late at night. the blonde's face flushed as he shuffled into the bathroom to speak a little more freely without disturbing gabe. 

"maybe. did you have fun?" the boy wondered, leaning against the counter and fighting the sleep creeping into his system. 

"it was fine. frats are frats. would've been more fun if you were with me," the girl giggled as she began taking off her makeup. 

will smiled some. samy always got giggly when she had a few drinks in her. 

"maybe next time i visit you can bring me along," the boy chuckled. 

"obviously. eth and mark already have an itinerary made out when you come and visit," that made both of the teenagers laugh. "how was your night, though? what did you do?" samy shifted the focus to will. he flushed a little. she never failed to ask about him at any given moment. 

"nothing special. hung out with lean and gabe. we didn't feel like going out," will explained briefly. 

"would've been me if hannah didn't drag me out," samy laughed. 

the two sat in comfortable silence as will watched samy get herself ready for bed. it wasn't until another five minutes when the brunette finally crawled into bed, giving a tired smile to will. the boy returned her gentle smile with one of his own as he made his way back into his own bed. 

"i miss you, will. come visit me soon," the girl mumbled, sleep laced in her voice.

"i miss you too, pretty girl. hopefully i'll see you soon," will said a bit sadly. samy only managed another smile before completely falling asleep a moment later. 

the blonde smiled, blowing a soft kiss to the screen and finally shutting his phone off for the night.  

#hughes!sister x will smith au #samy x will #will smith hockey #boston college #boston college hockey #samy hughes #umich hockey #will smith imagine #will smith x oc #uofmichigan

[jksprincess10]

Hi! I love your writing and wanted to send in a request. Feel free to make any adjustments and I don’t care about the length. Just had a general idea that I thought would be great to have you bring to life. Thanks.❤️ Hope you’re having a wonderful day!

Female reader is Javi’s new secretary and she knows all about his extracurricular activities with the women of Bogotá. It’s partly why she wanted to take the position. She’s inexperienced and wanted to get a chance to learn from the best. Javi senses what she’s after and avoids her advances for the sake of his job. She does everything she can to tempt him (like bending over, tight clothes, brushing against him, etc.). It all leads up to them staying late one night and she can’t stand it anymore. When he goes to pick them up food she decides to reveal her sexy lingerie set and perch herself on his desk. He comes back to the sight of her and abandons all hope of staying professional. Take all the creative liberties you want with the smut. I’m not picky 😏

HOPE YOU ENJOY BABY!! the man is 100% done with reader

CW: description of reader includes her having thick thighs & she can sit on Javi, dom dynamic, tying up, thigh riding, office sex, lingerie, fingering, rough sex, p in v without protection (do better ESPECIALLY with this man whore)

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Red lace

Javier Pena was famous. For the right… and the wrong reasons.

His face was all over the papers for contributing to the end of Escobar.

And his body was everywhere in the brothels of Bogotá.

You had seen his pretty face between printed pages. And the ad that said the embassy was looking for new employees. Days later, you had your own office across Javier’s.

He liked your personality and hired you as his personal secretary, for… professional reasons. While you were there simply to get his attention.

So, the game started.

Your fingers lingering for a longer time than necessary on papers laying on his desk.

Your tiny skirts riding up while you bent over in front of him on purpose.

Your lips painted in a provocative red.

Your bodies brushing slightly as you passed him in the halls.

Really, it was a lot for Javi who tried to ignore, to look away. You were attractive, yes, but he couldn’t fuck every new cute employee. So, he looked away when he could.

But one time, you crossed the limit of what he could handle.

It was a late night at the office, so Javier had offered to go grab some food for the two of you – since you were the only two left in the office.

When he came back with the bag of food, he found you spread out on his desk. You had traded your work clothes for lingerie that covered more but was still see through in the right places. The red lace hugged your breasts and stopped high on your hips, making them look fuller.

In helplessness, Javier drank in the view of your body with dark eyes. The bag fell from his hands and landed on the floor. He gave up on resisting you. His big hands grabbed on your spread legs to bring you closer from the edge of the desk. You sighed and brought your hands up to his hair that was messy from his full day of work in the humidity of Columbia.

“You’re gonna put me in such trouble.” He groaned as he discarded his suit jacket.

With a low chuckle, you grabbed his tie to bring him impossibly closer. “I can resign after this, sir.”

“Never.”

Finally, his lips melted on yours, relieving some of the tension. His hands were caressing the soft skin your bare thighs, as his tongue invaded your mouth. He took complete control over you, and you couldn’t help but moan in his mouth. His lips left yours as he untied his tie.

“Turn around for me.” You stepped down and did as he said. His fingers wrapped his tie around your wrists to hold them together. He made sur that it was tight to his linking, then left you to sit on his office chair, thighs spread and showing the hint of an erection in his dark pants.

He motioned at you to come over. “Good girl.” He praised softly. He undid the top buttons of his white shirt, where you could already notice the sweat on his golden skin. Your boss slapped his own thigh. “Sit on me.” He ordered with a sly smile.

Your thick thighs straddled his. “You make yourself cum on my thigh while I sit here and watch. If you do well cariño, I will touch you.”

It was awkward for you, moving with your wrists tied behind your back. He sat back as he watched you almost carelessly while you started moving, the friction sending small waves of pleasure within you. You sighed softly, closing your eyes momentarily.

His large hand grabbed the bottom of your face roughly.

“Look at me. Don’t you dare close your eyes.”

Your eyelids flicked opened. Looking at Javier while you got yourself off on his thigh was intimidating, but you tried to concentrate on the soft parts of him: the curls forming on his forehead, his soft mustache, his plush lips. Your hips moved faster to get more friction, and your movements stuttered when you started to get overwhelmed with the feeling. You moaned, mouth open for him to see as your juices ruined the bottom of your lingerie and painted a dark circle on his clothed thigh.

“Good job cariño.” He left a peck on your lips. “Turn around and put your upper body on the desk for me. Good, perfect.” You heard him push his chair behind you, and you felt his hands explore the meat of your ass. You pushed against his hands, begging for more.

With a low chuckle, he pushed the fabric to the side to have a clear access to your glistening pussy. “So pretty and wet for me.”

His fingers brushed lightly at your wetness, making you squirm. He finally committed, two of his digits entering your wet walls. You let out a little curse under the sudden intrusion, then you greedily moved your ass against him, making his fingers fuck you at a faster pace.

“Goddamn, gonna feel so good around my cock, cariño.”

You moaned loudly at his praise. You felt his fingers curling up deeper, making your legs shake.

“F-Fuck Javi… g-gonna… ah!” Your walls tightened around him and you coated his thick fingers with your juices.

“Good girl.” He held your back down with his hand, while the other one undid his belt to free his cock. You could only hear him; you wish you could see him too. But he was holding you down firmly.

He held the base of his cock as he buried it inside you. He then grabbed on your hip for leverage as he started moving, barely leaving you time to adjust to his size. You were a moaning mess under him, completely at his mercy as you couldn’t even move your arms.

“I was right. Feels fucking amazing, cariño.” He says between his gritted teeth.

It was like this man had infinite stamina. He kept his thrusts hard and rough, seeing how much you enjoyed it.

You were glad the two of you were alone, because you both were so loud. Your moans, and the vulgar slap of skin. Javi was out of breath, but he made sure that you got off on his dick one last time, before he let himself find his relief. You feel his warm spend fill you up as he slows down.

“I just knew you’d be amazing.” You said as he undid your bindings and flipped you over, making you lay on the desk to rest a little. He leaned down and kissed you slowly, a smile against his lips.

“I might have some new tasks to assign you.” Javier whispers with a wink.

#writing requests #javier pena #javier pena smut #javier pena x reader #javier pena narcos #javier pena x you #javier pena x yn #javier pena x y/n #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x reader

[blindmagdalena]

Pocket Rocket ( Homelander x Madelyn )

18+ 1.9k micro/macro, external only, mild objectification, grinding, under clothing play, uh... sexy shenanigans with super powers. written for @cozycornerkinktober!

After Vought develops a shrinking serum, they decide to test it on their resident lab rat. Homelander takes surprisingly well to being 4 inches tall, especially when it comes to spending time with his favorite manager.

set pre s1. i... have nothing to say for myself lmao this is my first time writing anything like this, so be kind to me. thank you @xieyaohuan and @deliciouskeys for your enthusiastic encouragement. 🖤

It started off innocently enough.

By utilizing the biological response that the hero Termite’s DNA has to Compound V, Vought scientists are able to distill a potent serum that temporarily shrinks any hero to Termite’s infamous size. The results vary from hero to hero, but generally speaking, those with higher concentrations of Compound V in their system fare the best.

Naturally, Homelander is the perfect candidate for the continued trials. The strategic potential this offers them, in combination with his other powers, is undeniable. He could be anywhere at any time, practically invisible.

The one perk Madelyn didn’t anticipate was how intensely docile it would make the supe.

Even now as she works, he lays sprawled out in her upturned palm, fitted in a tiny replica of his suit. He had insisted the details be perfect, all the way down to his boots. She has to admit, it’s rather charming. 

The serum doesn’t reduce him to quite the size Termite is able to accomplish. He’s about four inches tall, spanning the base of her middle finger to the bottom of her palm. Due to the sheer volume of V in his system, depending on how high of a dosage he takes, the solution can last as long as eight hours without any side effects. He’s been keen to make very good use of the time he has with it, eager to test it whenever the matter arises.

As for Madelyn, she doesn’t mind one bit. Not only does it allow her to keep an eye on him, it keeps him quiet and perfectly manageable. He rolls over in her palm, cushioning his head on his arm, and she can see in her peripheral vision that he’s smiling up at her. When she glances down, he closes his eyes like he’s sleeping.

Cute.

Her phone rings, and instead of rolling him onto the desk or awkwardly reaching across herself to answer it, she tugs open the breast pocket of her button-up and gently plops him inside it. She can feel him squirm a bit, but she knows he can fly out at any time if he wants to. However, it quickly becomes apparent that he isn’t squirming at all. He’s just making himself comfortable.

Taking her call, Madelyn does her best to ignore the sudden dim pulse stirring between her thighs.

From that point on, it’s a gradual escalation that, frankly, she should have seen coming.

He becomes obsessed with situating himself in her pockets, be they pants, skirt, or shirt. Any time he experiences so much as a modicum of stress, he seizes it as an opportunity to be tiny and close to her, seeking comfort in the same ways he always has, but with the added benefit of not pestering Madelyn when she has important matters to tend to. Besides, this little ritual of theirs has significantly improved his temperament.

It doesn’t hurt that she’s begun to enjoy it herself.

When the day comes that he storms into her office, pitching some kind of fit that a news station has run a cutting exposé on one of his recent heroic endeavors–citing a wealth of unnecessary collateral damage that she had already thoroughly reprimanded him for–she’s quick to reach for the stash of serums she now keeps in a small fridge behind her desk.

It isn’t until he’s nestled contentedly in the circle of her fingers that she realizes she doesn’t have pockets in this outfit.

With a thoughtful click of her tongue, she makes a choice and partially unbuttons her blouse. “Be good,” she tells him, and sets him on the curve of her breast, tucking him into just the top of her bra. She’s certain that she’s never seen him so delighted, nor has she ever felt him take so long to get comfortable. 

The pulse between her legs has grown to a steady throb, and she can no longer deny that this is almost as much for her as it is for him.

The cup of her bra immediately becomes his new favorite spot. He’s even less conspicuous there than he’d been in her breast pocket, and she doesn’t have to worry as much about someone taking note of him as she goes about her work day. They’ve both begun to look forward to these days, to the point where Madelyn will often shuffle his schedule around in order to ensure he has at least one full day free of duty.

The dam doesn’t truly break until one such day she feels him shuffle down lower, squirming more than usual, followed by a pleasant little pinch that makes her whole body jolt. “What are you doing in there?” She asks with a furrow of her brows, hooking her fingers delicately over her blouse and bra, peering inside.

She finds Homelander pressed snugly between her bra and her breast, cupping her nipple between his hands, face pressed into it. She realizes that his squirming was him grinding against her. He turns his head to look sheepishly up at her, muttering something she can’t hear due to his size. He’s flushed thoroughly pink, looking like he expects to be reprimanded. She swallows thickly, the aching throb of her clit doubling at the needy sight of him tucked in against her.

Breathing a touch shallower, she gives him the barest hint of a nod and covers him back up, cupping her breast instead, feeling him in her palm through the layers of her shirt. He starts thrusting again, grinding against her soft skin, squeezing and nuzzling at her nipple with more vigor now. She shivers, holding him tight to her chest while she deftly unbuttons her skirt with her other hand, slipping her fingers into her underwear.

She fingers herself to the feel of him writhing against her until she comes. Neither of them speak of it, nor his tiny soiled suit.

After that, they stop bothering with the tiny suit altogether during these times. Seems foolish to keep making a mess of it. Besides, she takes (perhaps too much) pleasure in stripping him of each piece, holding him delicately in her hand as she pinches his gloves between her middle finger and thumb, sliding it off and setting each one to the side. He’s entirely malleable as she does it, watching her with parted lips and heavily lidded, love drunk eyes.

It’s been a busy few weeks since they were able to do this, and her skin is already prickling with anticipation. She’s wearing a dress today, and as per usual, she slips him into the cup of her bra to get comfortable as he pleases.

She’s worked up enough that she has to lay back while he gets settled, closing her eyes to enjoy the moment. Her heart is already beating in her clit, and he’s taking longer than usual to establish himself. “Homelander,” she warns, giving him a light pat through her shirt. “Settle down.”

He doesn’t, though. Instead, he pulls himself out entirely, popping up from the neckline of her dress. He swings his arm, beckoning her, and she picks him up, bringing him close to her ear once she realizes he wants to speak.

“I can hear you throbbing in your underwear, Madelyn,” he says, voice thoroughly addled with his own lust. “Why don’t you stick me where you really want me?”

Drawing her hand away, she shoots him a critical look. “You think you’ve earned that?”

He nods enthusiastically, looking equal parts convinced of it and hopeful that she is as well.

She supposes that he has been particularly well-behaved as of late. Is this why? Has he been listening to her arousal all this time, plotting the day he would be pressed against the heat of it? She can’t deny that she’s thought about it, too; wondered if he would feel anything like the vibrator she had pressed to her clit while she was thinking about it.

Slowly, with him sitting naked and eager in the palm of her hand, his cock full and hard, she stands up. He’s starting to look nervous, clearly beginning to think he’s overstepped. She waits until he looks just about ready to apologize or burst into tears—or both, frankly—before she hooks her fingers beneath the hem of her dress and slides it up her thigh.

“Be good,” she tells him, though it's a significantly more salacious demand than the first time she said it in this context.

With that, she closes her fingers around him and slips him into her underwear, releasing him into the narrow space between her cotton panties and her pulsing cunt.

A shiver rolls up her spine. She’s immediately hyper aware of him moving, adjusting until he finds a comfortable way to align against her. Her heart is racing, and she waits until he stops moving before she sits down.

Unlike when he’s tucked into her bra, she’s unable to think of anything other than the feel of him, especially once she’s sitting. She swears she can feel every single one of his movements, which feel more intentional than ever. It’s not as though she’ll crush or smother him; they tested him, and he’s just as durable as he is at his full size. 

He’s not settling like he usually does, either. He hasn’t stopped squirming since she sat down. Instead of chiding him, however, she slips her hand between her thighs and finds his small body with her fingers, letting out a shuddering sigh when she feels him. He isn’t just squirming, he’s thrusting against her, using his unnatural strength to his utmost benefit, writhing against her clit, grinding, using his arms, anything he can, and it feels fucking amazing.

Madelyn moans outright, bracing her other hand against the edge of it in a white-knuckle grip. He’s absolutely relentless, more so than he ever was in her shirt, and it’s everything she imagined it would be and more. The strength he possesses is unreal, and even as small as he is, she feels it in his every movement, how his body practically thrums with it.

She comes with a stifled cry while bent over her desk, every harsh breath sending her documents a little further askew. Only then does he finally stop moving, but throughout her aftershocks she can still feel the inhuman buzz of his body.

Leaning back, she gingerly lifts the waistband of her panties and peers inside, spotting Homelander’s small body. He’s slumped back against her wet panties, glistening and utterly pussy drunk. He offers her a broad, dazed smile.

“Are you alright?” She asks. She’s a little breathless, but she maintains her composed tone of authority well.

He nods, looking positively delirious with pleasure and completely unharmed. She can already tell that he’s come, too, even if she can’t feel the mess of it amongst her own.

“Good,” she says, the word dripping with satisfaction. “You can stay there, then.”

With that, she lets go of her waistband and adjusts her dress back down, running her fingers through her hair while she resettles herself. She leaves him there for the rest of the day, an arrangement that they both wind up being more than content with.

Once settled, he behaves perfectly well for her. Any time she decides she needs a little break from work, all she has to do is rock her hips, and he starts right back up until she’s satisfied once again.

#cozy corner kinktober #homewell #homelander x madelyn stillwell #microphilia #my writing #smut #i might have finished this drunk LMAO #anyways i. don't know what i've done here. but i saw the kink and could NOT stop thinking about these two!

[batboymunson]

Would you be up for a Nancy Wheeler imagine with an S/O who is more the strong silent type, but they have trouble putting their feelings to words so even after they start dating Nancy finds letters/poems dedicated to her arriving in the mail or just placed on her desk/dresser.

Please and thank you so so much

heart & soul || n.w.

❀ synopsis; everyone has their own ways to show their loved ones just how much they mean to them. yours just happens to be writing your way further and further into nancy wheeler's heart.

❀ word count; 476

❀ warnings; none! v fluffy, v cute

❀ a/n; stop this is the cutest idea omg. thank you so much for requesting and i hope you enjoy!! :))

NANCY NEVER MINDED BEING THE TALKER in the relationship. Honestly, it put her at ease to have such a good listener as a partner - she finally felt heard. You were her safe haven, a place where she felt like everything was okay with the world even with the ups and downs she's been through the last couple years.

Seeing that you weren't the talkative type yet you had so much to say when it came to Nancy and how you felt about her, you found yourself scrawling your feelings on whatever you could write on. It confused Nancy at first when she would find cafeteria napkins and papers that had a combination of both science notes and confessions of love stuffed in her locker but as soon as she put two and two together and found out it was you, those scraps of paper became some of the most important to her.

Soon after, those tiny scraps would become full-length poems, declarations of love, and everything in between. They'd pop up as post-its on her mirror, folded up notebook paper neatly placed on top of the textbooks on her dresser, and sometimes even as letters in her mailbox.

Nancy would often spend her nights reading your messages before a big test, before bed, basically whenever she can or whenever she needed a pick-me-up. One night after finishing up dinner with the Wheelers, you and Nancy retreated into her room to get some time alone before you headed home for the night.

You reached into your bag, ready to drop another note on her desk when you noticed a new book on her desk. Curious, you picked it up and flipped through the pages. You felt your face warm up and your heart beat a little faster as you realized Nancy had been putting all your pieces in one book. Each page had little hearts or flowers drawn on them and you noticed she had highlighted or circled certain lines.

"Oh, you found it." Nancy smiled and flopped down on her bed, holding her arms out to invite you in. "Your poems are really important to me, so I wanted to keep them safe."

You put the book down and joined your girlfriend in bed, curling up and burying your face in the crook of her neck.

"I know I don't say it a lot," you murmured and Nancy traced her fingers lightly across your back, "but you mean so much to me, Nance."

"I think you say it plenty, (Name)," she reassured you, "in your own way. And your way is my favorite way, for the record."

You snuggled closer. "You're like sunshine personified, Nance -"

"- and you're the sunflower who'd love to stare at me all day?" She finished, prompting a chuckle out of you. "That's one of my favorite lines."

"Forever and always, my sunshine."

#nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler #stranger things #st4 #stranger things 4

[jazzie-outofservice]

I made a little script for a fan comic that I'm going to do :D

I hope you like it hehe ^^!

Note: this happens post AvA V - Showdown

TSC narrative :P

I woke up on the floor with my friends sitting around me. Although I could barely move, that didn't stop me from jumping for joy to hug them, a feeling that was reciprocated. But I noticed something strange in their eyes, something that gave me that feeling that something was wrong.

Apparently they were not my hallucinations due to fatigue. -Are you OK?-

\-Do you remember anything that happened?- Now that I think about it, no, I don't remember almost anything after Dark stabbed me into that wall. I barely manage to remember a kind of lightning that dazzled me, along with a very low voice, I don't remember what he said to me. Then everything is a blur, but how did I survive? He caused me fatal injuries, and even more strange, where are the injuries that he caused me? Did they just disappear? Just like that? Although they are not visible, they still hurt internally, as if what had healed me had only done so on the outside.

I fell to my knees, the pain was not paranoia, it was wounds and internal bleeding apparently, I'm not sure. But what I am sure of is that it is not normal at all to vomit almost a liter of blood.

Anyway, there's nothing to do for now, my eyesight is down to zero and there's a high chance that he's unconscious right now, not to mention that he may have died and is in 'The Void'.

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Dark Narrative :3

I woke up after what seemed like hours unconscious, my body heavy and full of deep cuts.

He could feel the pain of the breeze passing through them.

I need to cover them as soon as possible, but if I go to my lab there is a chance that Chosen and those kids are still there.

Maybe I could send some ViraBot, I still have the elastic band with me, and before the fight I made sure to load a prototype small enough to hide it, anticipating any problems, it is very small, but I think it is capable of coming and going to me laboratory.

An hour later

\-If my internal clock does not fail, that thing should be arriving in about three minutes.-

Something interrupted my thoughts, I heard small and silent footsteps on dry leaves and branches, with regret and the strength that I still had, I was able to get up and take out one of my blades. Even if I was hurt, whatever that was wasn't going to kill me.

It was a false alarm, it was just the prototype with a bag that I had left on my desk, it had supplies, a first-aid kit, weapons, just what I needed.

To tell the truth, I don't understand how he was able to bring all that with his tiny size, although he did manage to get a good scare.

Already covered my wounds, I observed my surroundings, the great forest that is around this place, I decided to look for firewood for a bonfire. Already with the wood stacked, the prototype did something strange, I think it started to spin and the tension generated a fairly decent fire, it would serve to survive the night.

Regarding the prototype, it's much better than I thought, and now that I think about it, maybe I should give it a name. I really don't know, I would say "I consult with my pillow", but I don't have one. Guess I'll check with the clump of grass I'm laying my head on.

As soon as I lay down I felt how my eyelids began to weigh. -The prototype lay next to me as if it were a cat, maybe it's a cute pet.- sucite before falling into the arms of Morpheus.

Thanks for reading <3

[venusiangguk]

let the games begin | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, smut, gamer!jk, light fluff at the end, established relationship 

>>word count: 5.7k

>>warnings: dom!jk, BRAT oc, but rly she just wants to be good 😔, big dick koo, spitting, spit eating, boobs, unprotected sex, cream pie, um...oh!, crying, crying during sex, not from pain tho, oc just gets overwhelmed :(, aftercare kinda?, boobies, comfort, idk man, riding, weird pet names lmao, oc is so tiny, big jiggly fat tits, OMG COCKWARMING, that’s literally the reason i wrote this lol, breasts, when jk cums.... v sexy, low key one sided sex 🤷🏻‍♀️ 

>>notes: all gamer lingo is from reddit, bc me and oc are the same in the way that we have no idea what the boys that are ignoring us for video games are saying so if it doesn’t make sense idc 🥲 yell @ me in an ask or sumn

>>summary: just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair 🙄 pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

Hours. Several increments of 60 minutes. Multiple thousands of seconds. It’s been hours since Jeongguk has even acknowledged your presence. You huff and sigh dramatically, rolling around on his bed, accidentally knocking his Zero Two body pillow off. Good riddance. She’s part dinosaur. But still, nothing takes his attention from his prettily lit gaming set-up. You’ve come to your last resort.

Laying back on his pillows, you bunch your skirt up around your waist and then slip your hand down your teeny tiny, baby pink silk panties. They say ‘slut’ in small little silver rhinestones on the front. A gift from you’re extremely rude, extremely sexy talented gamer boyfriend. You let out an over the top moan, hoping to break through the sounds of his game. He does not move a single inch. Ever persistent, you stay at task, actually getting a little turned on with your quick moving little fingers rubbing over your clit. You let moans fall from your mouth freely, thinking about one of the few times he actually let you support him from under the desk. You drooling all over his swollen, uncut cock. Him leaving his mic on at your request. Him struggling to get out coherent sentences to his teammates. Him struggling to keep from moaning as he came silently down your throat. Mmm.

“Tae, Min, rush the blue zone?” He speaks into the mic. You can hear the clicking of his keyboard, as his fingers flit over the control keys. His head moves slightly as his eyes jump between his two monitor set-up trying to take everything in. And just like that, at the sound of his pretty voice, cute lisp and all, your mood is broken. You wanna hear that voice in your ear, calling you names (mean or sweet, you’re not picky), not talking about blue rushes or whatever. Your eyes roll.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself and slow your rapid breathing before you crawl to the foot of the bed, closer to him. His room is rather small, so the elaborate set-up he has extends almost to the end of his mattress, barely enough room for the gigantic chair to swivel around. However this is a plus for you because it makes it so you can rest your chin on his shoulder without disturbing him too much.

“NO! Do not rush blue! Are you stupid or just a fucking idiot?” Jeongguk flinches from how loud Jimin’s shrill voice is, coming from his headphones. Even you can hear it. “We just lost Hobi. We are outnumbered 6 to 3. In what fucking universe would a rush be a good idea? Are you trying to get flamed in a ranked match?”

“Okay damn, I forgot Hobi got no-scoped,” Jeongguk chuckles. He gently, minisculely, oh-so softly shrugs his shoulder, hinting that he wants you to get off, without saying it, knowing you would very-likely, potentially be offended and a little upset. But you don’t move. If he wants you off he can be a big boy and tell you. Maybe you even dig your chin into the tendons of his shoulder on purpose just to be a brat. He still doesn’t say anything apart from a tiny hiss of pain. In fact he deals with you pestering him until you start to mouth at the side of his neck, biting gently. Wet, open mouth kisses leaving a shiny trail on his pulse.

“Okay, you can’t do this right now.” He says, shrugging his shoulder hard, making you accidentally bite your lip. You whimper. “I’m in a ranked match, and we are already getting our asses handed to us. I can’t focus on you right now.” He doesn't even look at you, face glowing in the light of his pc. He probably doesn’t even register how harsh his words sound, too engrossed in the game.

You’re still close enough to hear from his head set when Taehyung says, “Is that __?” He sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.

“Yeah.” Is all Jeongguk says in response.

“Hasn’t she been at your place for like 4- On your right! On your ri- nice Kook- for like 4 days?”

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend.” His tongue sticks out as he types in a combo attack. He smiles when he lands a kill.

Not for long you think. If he keeps this up, you’ll be finding other ways to spend your time. Like giving yourself a manicure with those cute little sanrio decals he got you the other day. A pretty manicure that would look so cute wrapped around his even prettier thick, hard, pink cock. Keywords being would look, not are going to look. He’s getting ignored for at least 15 minutes. You pout thinking about how you’ve been ignored for at least 3 hours. But still! You remain resolute in your punishment. No kisses, no handjobs, no nothing.

“I literally always hear her bitching about you playing,” Jimin chimes in, snickering. “Tell her to go paint her nails or something.”

Your jaws drops. Then Jeongguk has the audacity to chuckle. You see red.

“FUck this! And fuck you, and fuck your friends, and fuck your stupid ass no-scope, flame ass, rush ass game. And especially fuck you Park Jimin, I hope you never receive a blowjob ever again!” You stand up, pushing your skirt down, and buttoning your sweater all the way to the top. He will not be seeing your cleavage as you make your exit.

“AFK AFK-“ Jeongguk says quickly, getting tangled in his wires for a minute before accidentally tripping on the leg of his chair. You can hear the distant protest of his teammates coming from the abandoned headset. He hisses at the pain from almost falling, and grabs you by the arm, pulling you back.

“Let go of me!” You try to yank your arm out of his hold, very much throwing a fit. But he’s too fit, and you end up facing him, mouth set in a firm pout, and your eyebrows are scrunched in anger. You’re very tiny, but you hope you look evil. You’re eyes watering out of frustration probably doesn’t help though. His hands are firm and strong on your shoulders, keeping you in place.

Close the fucking gyms.

“Hey, hey,” He says, like he’s trying to soothe you. His big hands rub up and down your arms. You hate how it makes your anger die down just a smidge. “What’s wrong, why are you leaving?” He asks. He’s bent a little at the waist so he’s face to face with you, his big eyes searching yours.

Your bottom lip wobbles and your chin gets those ugly dents in it as it quivers. You sob. “B-because you’re n-not even paying att-t- attention to me!” Big cry baby tears roll down your cheeks. Jeongguk looks like he’s trying not to laugh and you give up. Head falling back, mouth hanging open in miserable wails as you drop to the ground defeated. You’re sat in a ‘w’ your skirt pillowing around you. You think you’re much too cute to lose your boyfriend to a video game. But you did your best, fought a valiant fight. It happens to the best of girls, you suppose.

“Chicken,” He coos the odd nickname he had bestowed upon you in the first month of dating. He drops to the floor as well and you can still hear the laugh in his voice. It only makes you cry harder.

“You’re laughing at me while I’m c-crying?” You blubber.

“I’m not!” He says, very much still laughing. He cups your face in his palms, thumbs wiping away your tears only for new ones to quickly take their place. He does his best to still his features into a more serious expression. A hint of a smile still lingers. “I’m not. I just think you’re cute, that’s all.” He kisses your nose.

You blink wide eyed, at the little affection. Then you remember you’re supposed to be having a tantrum. You sniffle.

“Will you please get back on the bed? I’m almost finished.” He asks gently.

You groan. “You’re still going to finish your game? While I’m crying?!” You blink rapidly, willing some more crocodile tears out of your eyes, that had been mostly dry prior.

“Chicky,” He whines, “It’s a ranked match, you know I can’t just quit.” He looks like he’s about to beg you to understand.

And you do. Gaming was really important to him, and he was really good at it, even earning a side income from streaming. But you’re a brat. One that has been neglected and ignored for hours. One that is always desperate for his attention and affection. Not to mention you’re still wet in your panties.

“Your friends were mean to me. They laughed at me.” You whisper, pout turned on heavy.

“They didn’t mean i-“

“And you laughed with them.” You cut him off, tears once again welling in your bambi eyes. You know you’re being a baby, but him laughing really did hurt your feelings.

His face falls and he looks like he’s grasping at straws trying to find a way to defend himself, but ultimately he gives up. He sighs and his head falls. “I know. That was mean of me, and I shouldn’t have done that. But I didn’t mean it,” He looks at you again. His fingers play with the edge of your skirt. “You know I didn’t. And you know I’m sorry. Right, chicken?”

You fight an unwanted smile and swat his hand away. Your resolve is crumbling quickly, but you still have it in you to be petty.

His shoulders sag. “What do I have to do to make you see I’m sorry?” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, his fingers running down your cheek and your neck to fiddle with the top button of your done up cardigan. He catches your face lighting up and quickly interjects, “Besides quit the game.”

You huff.

His fingers undo the button he was playing with. “Do you want me to yell at them? Hmm?” He nuzzles your cheek, placing a soft kiss to the apple. He’s undoes another button. With the pull and tension the sweater had on your tits gone, they fall just a little and jiggle lightly. You still say nothing. “What if I let you sit with me while I play?” Another button. “And why are you so covered? Can’t I see?”

You’re a weak, weak girl.

You don’t protest as he removes the sweater from you completely, and pulls the collar of your shirt down so that your big tits spill out the top. He cups his hands around them and squeezes. So squishy and so so soft. Plush. He groans and buries his face in between them.

“You could suffocate me with these and I would say thank you, I love them that much.” He swats at them lightly watching as they bounce before settling back into place, perky and waiting for his mouth. But he doesn’t give in easily, pinching a nipple instead.

“Ouch!” You whine. You cup your little hands around them, to protect yourself. There’s so much overflow it’s obscene.

He spanks your butt lightly. “Alright, up. Let’s finish this game so that I can make you my own little creme-filled donut.”

Your eyes light up and you hurry to get to your feet. Cream-pies were a treat.

He settles all the way back in his gaming chair, and opens his arms for you. You straddle his waist, facing him, knees on opposite sides of his hips and you scoot as close to him as you can, arms wrapping around his neck. Your boobs are pressed to his chest, still out and bouncing freely with every shift of your body. Incentive for him to end the game quickly. You can feel a little semi in his pants. A sweet pink feeling bubbles in your chest. He got kinda hard just from touching your tits a little bit. True love. You settle over his cock, wiggling a pinch more to get comfy. He hisses and grips hard at your hips, trying to keep you still.

“If you’re up here you have to be good.” He warns, pushing you back some so he can look you in your eyes. You avoid eye contact, looking everywhere but him. The led lights look really pretty on the baby blue setting.

“Chicken…” He lowers his voice, sounding stern.

You whine, dropping on his lap even harder. “Fine but like- you have to hurry.”

“I will, now quit moving and hand me the headset.”

You reach back and grab it. “Don’t forget to yell at them.” You remind him with a kiss.

He gives you an exasperated look before turning the mic on again. “Back.” He says, adjusting the mouth piece.

“Finally! Jesus. Tae’s dead-“

“I’m still here though.” Taehyung interrupts.

Jimin carries on swiftly. “And I’m low on health, what took you so fucking long?”

“You were an asshole and I had to fix it.” You look at him while he looks past you, typing away.

“Me?!” Jimin squawks.

“Yes you. Both of you. You laughed at her.”

“So did you!” Taehyung defends.

“Yeah and it was fucked up.”

“Meet me by the tower to give me a med-kit. God she’s such a prissy little baby, Kook. You are so pussy-whipped.”

Before Jeongguk can reply you speak into the mic. “And you’re such a prissy little dwarf Jimin, shut the fuck up.”

You hear Jimin's loud cackle through the speakers on Jeongguk’s ears. “You’re all of what? 3’6? I don’t even know how Kook can be so whipped for someone who can’t even take his dick properly.”

Taehyung laughs, and Jeongguk starts to speak up, but you beat him to it. “You’re awfully concerned with what my boyfriend does with his dick. If you wanna ride it, just say so.”

“Oh you know I would, baby.” He’s still laughing when he says it.

Everyone’s kinda chuckling except you, small hands fisting Jeongguk’s shirt. He gives you a side-glance, and notices the angry scowl you have on your face. He brings a hand down and squeezes your butt for a second, showing you you still have his attention, at least somewhat. “Alright, that’s enough. Both of you.”

“Tell them I’m the only one that can ride it.” You pout, fingers scratching at the base of his neck, hands playing with his long hair. He nudges into the touch a little. Pretty kitty.

“Shhh, they know and you know. Everyone knows you’re the only one that gets to ride my dick.” He kisses you quick, and you hum content.

You hear a gagging noise in the background. Taehyung probably.

Then there’s a ping.

It happens so fast, you really can’t even be mad at Jeongguk.

“Oh that’s Yoongi! He wants to play ranked.” Jimin says.

“Uh-“ Jeongguk tries to speak.

“Just leave this match and we can join one with him, I’m tired of just sitting here. I don’t care if we drop down the rank list a little.” Taehyung says.

“Guys wait don’t a-“

“Okay same, I just accepted. Yoongi, you there?”

You hear a confirming grunt from the speakers. Jeongguk looks at you, panic in his eyes. Your stare back is sharp as daggers. Cold and hard.

He whines. “You guys are shit ass friends. You know she’s not gonna suck my dick for like a week now.”

His friends laugh and your little brain forms a thought. A very good one indeed.

You card your hands through his newly bleached blonde hair, still soft and silky despite the chemicals. Demeanor quickly changing from small and evil to small and cotton-candy sweet. You kiss his nose sweetly. “It’s okay, baby. Do your best. Show them how good you are. I wanna see you win.”

He looks at you with wide doe eyes. “Really?” You nod. “If I win this match I might go up a tier.” He smiles and sounds so happy. You almost feel bad for being a brat earlier. And for what you’re going to do now.

You’re good for a while. Let him play his little heart out. You let him do his thing for long enough to ensure that he’s fully engrossed in it once again. His little mouth is hanging open slightly , and his eyes move frantically across the screens. He keeps talking gibberish to his teammates, the ones that you’ve all but tuned out at this point. You take your chances, and press your lips to the side of his neck.

Jeongguk stills for a split second, but otherwise pays you no mind. Which is no problem. You weren’t very patient often, but you could be when you needed to. In the right circumstances. You place another kiss, this one wetter, your tongue coming out to meet his skin before your lips do. You keep your kisses light and quiet so his teammates don’t hear. You take in his scent, so sweet and gentle and just him. After nuzzling in for a small moment, you nibble at the vein running up his neck. You gasp softly and your pussy pulses in your panties when he just barely tilts his head, giving you better access, and more room to kiss and suck.

You pull back a little to look at him, but he doesn’t even seem like he’s aware you're there. If it weren’t for his subtle eager movements, you would think he’s ignoring you again. But this is good. You like him like this. Eager but nonchalant at the same time. It’ll make it even better when he loses it after trying to keep it cool for so long. You squirm until you’re off his lap and on your knees looking up at him.

Finally he meets your eyes. He shakes his head.

“No.” He mouths when your hands reach for the waistband of his sweats.

You jut your bottom lip out and whisper, “I’m not gonna suck it, I promise.”

He regards you silently for a moment before not saying anything and returning right back to his game. You grip the elastic of his pants and when you gingerly start to pull them down, he lifts his hips just a little bit to help you. You have to bite your lip to keeping from moaning.

Something about him ignoring you while simultaneously helping you in the slightest, most basic ways makes you go crazy. Like pussy pooling, mouth drooling, brain shorting crazy. It’s almost like you’re so irresistible to him that he just can’t go without you. Needs you just as bad as you need him, even though he fights it. But giving in tastes sweet, just like you. That’s why he always does it. Just for you, all for you.

With his sweats down his thighs, you see his cock. He went without briefs today, making your job much easier. Sometimes the stars just align and you’re meant to have a cock in you. You sigh and you look at his, resting against his leg. Your mouth waters and you just want it in your mouth so badly, desperate for it… but you deprive yourself for the sake of what you have in mind. He’s not hard yet, cock just a little plump and heavy with arousal. You spit in your hand and rub it on his cock just enough to make it wet, not wanting him fully erect yet.

As you raise to your feet his eyes go back and forth between you and his monitors. He looks confused.

“Uh- Yeah let’s rush…” He says distractedly as you climb back onto his lap.

You look at him as you move your soaked panties to the side, and run a finger over your clit. Your mouth opens in pleasure but you don’t let yourself moan. Your expressions are enough to make his pupils blow out and his irises to darken. You bring your shiny fingers up to his mouth. “Taste?” You whisper.

Again, he does the bare minimum. Just barely parting his lips, not moving forward even an inch to suck them into his mouth. Once they are in, he sucks lightly, gently, almost like he’s teasing, like he’s kinda bored. His tongue licks lazily at the tips, and slips between them.

You lean down and move one side of his headphones off his ear. You whisper, “That’s it, drool all over them.” You shove them in farther and press down on his tongue, trying to take just a little bit of control, but the slight change in your tone, and your actions makes him bite down on your fingers. Letting you know that that was not how tonight was going to go. That was never how it went with you two. You pull them out with a gasp. You scowl at him angrily. All he does is raise an eyebrow, before returning to his game. Jimin’s screaming at him through the headphones asking him where the fuck he is.

“Hey, sorry I got distracted. Where are you guys?”

“Get your dick sucked on your own time, Kook….”

You tune them out once again, reaching your hand in between yours and your boyfriend's body. You grab his cock, just a little firmer than when you were on your knees. You grab under the tip, and push it into your core about an inch before Jeongguk’s covering his mic and whispers scolding, “I’m not hard, __.”

You look at him, and nod cutely. “I know, I just- I wanna just feel you a little bit. Keep it inside me while you play. Feel close to you.” You give him soft baby kisses all over his cheek while you push it in some more. You’re dripping so even though he’s still kind of soft, it’s not too hard to get it all the way in.

“I’m not fucking you while I play.” He warns you.

You shrug against him. “Don’t get hard then.”

And just like that, the games begin.

Jeongguk playing, doing his best to ignore you just enough to seem disinterested. You kissing his neck, biting his collarbones. ‘Accidentally’ rolling your hips. Of course it happens. Jeongguk really did put up a good fight. Barely gave in the whole time you’ve been bothering him. But you both know your pussy is too good to ignore. Warm and wet around his slowly swelling cock.

“Getting a little tight huh?” You whisper. You suck his earlobe into your mouth, tongue playing with the big ring as you subtly grind forward, your clit just barely rubbing against his lower belly area.

His jaw clenches and he swallows thickly. He raises his shoulders in faux nonchalance.

You smile, and hum. Your hand travels to his nipple, grazing over the small bud through his thin shirt. His mouth drops open, and his eyebrows furrow. Visibly, that’s the only reaction you get. No moan, or praise. Inside of you, however, you can feel him finally grow to his full length. Your cunt is stretched around his fat cock and when you drop your eyes to your tummy there's a small bulge protruding where his cock is, buried so deep inside of you. You poke it, before rubbing your palm over it. So full.

“You fill me up so good, Koo,” You whine high pitched and breathy.

Finally now that you have him exactly right where you want him, you get comfy and then cease all movement. Truly just cockwarming him. Holding him inside your tight little pussy, while he fakes ignorance about how badly he wants to fuck up into you. You can tell he is struggling to maintain his facade by the light mist of sweat by his hairline. By the way all his answers to his friends are curt and short. You can tell how bad he wants you because his legs spread wider on their own accord, causing you to sink even farther down onto his big cock. You gasp as the tip nudges something deep inside of you.

You're wrapped around his body, arms looped around his shoulders. You have your face pressed into his neck again, and you’re breathing in his scent when you inhale, pressing soft kitten kisses when you exhale. You won’t beg. You’re desperate, just like always, and you want him so fucking bad, but you won’t beg. Not this time.

He lasts barely a minute longer. Hand coming up to cover his mic again. “Move,” His voice is strained, lust dripping down his chin. He’s flushed from arousal, and hot to the touch.

You shake your head where it's hiding in his neck. “Not while you’re playing. I want you to pay attention to me only.” You’re whiny and difficult, you know. But so does he. He knew how fussy and unbearable you were when he first started seeing you, you never bothering to hide it. You commend him for sticking around for as long as he has. You love him for it too.

You hear him groan in annoyance before he exits the game with nothing more than a short, “I gotta go.” effectively cutting off his friends yells of complaint. It was a ranked match after all. You smile smugly into his neck.

He grips the hair at the back of your head, yanking to make you look at him. You’re still smiling that obnoxious self-satisfied grin, even through the pain blossoming on your scalp.

“You think you’re so clever,” His eyes are roaming all over your face, a small smirk on his lips. He drags your mouth to his, kissing you deeply, more tongue and teeth than anything. He bites hard on your bottom lip, pulling till it snaps back. “Move.” He demands against your mouth. His breath is a little shaky, giving away just how turned on he really is.

And you’re such a good listener. You’re bad and difficult, but you’re also so so good for him. Yearning for his approval, always. Lifting your hips just keeping the swollen tip in before dropping back down onto his cock. Your skin smacks against his, while you whimper pathetically. “You’re so deep inside me,” You whisper, bouncing again. Jeongguk’s head falls back and he moans deep and loud.

“Fuck, love your pussy so much.” He says, eyes closed, just basking in the feel of your slippery cunt sliding up and down his cock.

You set your pace, and you feel his big hands slip under your skirt to grip at your ass, pulling your cheeks apart, digging in hard. He’s lifting you up and bringing you back down, setting the pace that he wants. Not caring much at all about how it feels for you. A little doll for him to use, and you let him because you’re so good for him. He can use you however he wants, and the pace he wants is a hard one to keep up. Not only is it fast, but it’s hard. Gasps and whines fall from your mouth.

He gives you a little break, taking a moment to play with your tits, bouncing all over due to the force of you riding him. His lip is drawn between his teeth as he watches you bounce, his hands coming up to cup your underboob, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples. You throw your head back at the sensation, a gasp filling the room.

“God you’re such a pain in my ass, but you’re such a pretty girl, my pretty, pretty girl,” He moans as he takes you in, your hair a wild mess, his cock poking your belly every time you fall back onto it, sweat dripping down the valley of your tits. His hands grip your tiny waist, pinkies almost reaching in the back. It really is a wonder how you can take his giant cock like you do. So tiny and so perfect. Made just for him. His lips latch onto a nipple, and your body curls in, cradling him to your chest, soft pants falling from your mouth as you let him make you feel good. Your palms land on his cheeks, and you guide his head away from your boobs so you can look him in his eyes.

“Will you help me?” You ask, breathless. You’re still moving, but your hips have slowed.

He hums. “Why?”

“‘M tired…” You say quietly. “Please?”

“No.” He says, shaking his head.

Your face falls and you feel like you might cry. “Why?” You whine.

“Because I said so. You wanted this so bad you had to interrupt me twice to get it. So do it yourself.” He smacks your ass lightly, urging you to hurry up.

Your palms on his face squeeze, trying to convey how badly you just want him to fuck you like you deserve; punish you for being so bad when you should have just been good for him. You never learn. You squeeze until you’re sure it stings a little. “Please.”

“I said, no,” He spits, a glob of it landing on your face. And you gasp in shock before your pussy contracts. Jeongguk grits his teeth, hands digging into your ass. “Fuck you just got so tight from me spitting on you, you’re so-“ He’s caught off guard, watching as you gather his spit on your cheek onto your finger before sucking on it and drinking it down. He groans and you feel him throb inside of you. “Fuck make me cum.”

You’re so tired and your thighs and knees are killing you, but you try to set a decent pace, one fast enough to make him cum, but moderate enough for you to maintain it. Your pussy squelches every time you bottom out on his pelvis, your slick making his lower abdomen shiny and sticky. His t-shirt is barely pulled up, just the bottom portion of his abs showing, but you see them flex and tense as he gets closer.

That fact that you both are still mostly clothed makes something hot burn inside you. Both too desperate to get naked, too turned on to even give it thought. Clothes must be on Jeongguk’s mind as well. He bunches the front of your skirt in his hand pulling it up so he can see where your bodies meet. Your panties are now dark pink, your arousal seeping through and getting all over the place, and your poor little pussy is so red and swollen from the force of you slamming down onto his cock.

“Awe, poor little angel.” He braces his hand on your belly, his thumb slipping in between your puffy pussy lips to rub at your clit, finally helping you get off. “Does it hurt, baby?”

You’re still bouncing as you nod and whimper. It doesn’t actually hurt that much, but you want to be coddled, needy and desperate for his affection. Always so needy and desperate when it comes to him.

He coos. “You’re doing so good for me, just a little longer, I’m almost there. You can do it right?”

You’re not sure when you started crying, but you are. Out of both pleasure and exhaustion. Or maybe you’re crying because he moved his hand away from your clit, but whatever the reason, a tiny little sob slips past your lips, and again you’re nodding frantically, assuring that yes, you can do it.

He settles back farther into the chair, hands coming up to just fondle and hold your bouncing tits. Not helping you at all, making you work so hard to prove yourself to him. His mouth is parting and his eyes are hazy as he watches you make him feel good. “That’s it baby, make me cum… fuck yeah, make me cum-“ His eyes squeeze shut and his back arches off of the chair. The hands on your boobs tighten.

“Please Kookie, please cum inside me, fill me up.” You beg, using the last of your energy to keep up the fast pace. “Show me how good I am, how good I make you feel. Please.” You hiccup, as you cry for him.

He’s nodding along with your words, breathy moans coming out with every breath he takes. His face is pulled in pleasure, and he’s looking at you when his eyes start to flutter and his brows scrunch. He whispers, soft and sexy, “You’re gonna make me cum baby. Just like that… I’m so close-” His body tenses, and his hold on your tits hurts. “Fuck, I’m cumming- fuck, baby,“ His mouth falls open, whines tumble from his lips and he cums. His big cock throbs as he spills inside of you. You can feel every pulse of it, can feel every spurt of cum fill you to the brim.

You reach down and rub at your clit frantically, left to find your own orgasm. Fucking him got you close so you don’t need much, you’ve been on edge all night, really. Underneath you, Jeongguk is panting, trying to catch his breath, body twitching, overstimulated from you grinding on his cock. He’s looking at you in awe as he lazily plays with your tits, still not helping one bit, aside from the occasional brush of his fingers on your nipples. He listens as desperate whimpers fall from your lips, working so hard to cum. But still, it takes not even a few minutes before you’re there, shaking and trembling from your orgasm, pussy contracting and gripping tight on Jeongguk’s sensitive and softening cock, still nestled inside of you. He winces from the hold your pussy has on him, but just grits his teeth and bares it, still watching you with an awestruck look on his face. As you finish, so tight around him, you can feel your cunt push some of his cum out. Jeongguk can feel it drip down his balls to the chair. Messy.

You’re trembling from the force of your climax, and soft teeny hiccuping sobs still escape your lips as you wrap yourself around his body, face buried into his neck to try and quiet your cries. His soft cock is still inside of you, keeping most of his cum from leaking out. He knows you like it when he stays inside, knows it makes you feel closer to him in some way.

Jeongguk is running gentle fingers up and down your back, cooing soft praises to soothe you. “You were so good, such a good girl for me.” He kisses your head. “You don’t have to cry, chicky.”

You sniff a few times, “I’m sorry for being bad,” you whimper.

He smiles, laughs lightly. “Don’t be sorry, you’re okay.” He wipes under your eyes, trying to clean up some of the mascara running down your cheeks. He lets you calm down for a little while longer before he hums. “Want me to help you with your nails?”

You quiet yourself. Sniff. “The kuromi ones?”

“Mhmm.”

You nod, before adding, “Yes, but you have to make sure you actually listen to me and do them right this time, okay?”

He rolls his eyes playfully. You’re nothing if not insufferable and bossy and desperate and so so good for him.

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[spooky-ghosts]

Snack Break

You and Peter need a break.

word count: 4952

warnings: lemon. this content is meant for 18+. oral sex (f and m (kinda) receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex (p in v, anal), alien/monster fucking, there are a lot of tentacles in this, folks, and they go everywhere and they do things. this is going to be a poly!relationship with an alien, people, these two crazy kids are gonna love this gooey guy to bits. nicknamed reader. this is post no way home.

a/n: a conversation between @biracialdisaster​, @babblydrabbly​, and @a-reader-and-a-writer​ about face-sitting turned into this sin. whatever cosmic deity judges my afterlife forgives me for this because i’m not sorry. this will be an ongoing series. (p.s. thank you to @biracialdisaster​ for editing this disaster. ily. my sin sister.)

mcu!Peter Parker x Venom!female Reader; Peter Parker x Venom x female!Reader (”Kitty, Kitty-Kat, Kat”)

You meet him at the library of all places. You both are reaching for the same book when you feel a tingle throughout your body, a sense of something unusual thanks to the creature living inside of your body. When you turn to look at him, you see big doe eyes staring at you, chocolate brown and full of curiosity, as if he senses something about you, too. 

“Hi,” he says shyly, voice cracking with needless self-doubt and insecurity. He’s cute - really cute - and if he’s going for the same book you are, he’s most likely taking the same class, too, which means that he’s smart. Not that you’re bragging or anything, but you’re well into your core curriculum and your program has a high dropout rate. Hell, you’re surprised you’ve lasted this long.

“Hey,” you return coolly and release your hold. “Go ahead. I can grab the PDF online.”

He shakes his head. “No, please, you take it. I’ll download it.”

When the two of you stand there, neither making a move for the book, you grin. “Or we can both download it and maybe meet up sometime to compare notes?”

That gets a laugh from him and he smiles, bright and open - it’s beautiful. He’s beautiful. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

You learn that his name is Peter Parker, he’s from New York - Queens, specifically, and he's Spider-Man. It takes you about six weeks of dating to learn the last fact, but he says it’s the quickest he’s told anyone else. 

You let him in on your secret, too, introducing him to Venom. They get along immediately. Their fascination with one another is adorable, and as much as Peter likes you, he also likes V. 

Between schoolwork and crime fighting, Peter and you don’t have much time for dates. Though, if you ask Venom, the nights that you spend beating up bad guys are dates. But, you make it up by moving in together the next semester. Sure, the relationship seems rushed, but you and Peter have more in common than any two people on the planet, what with your weird superpowers and class schedules. Even your symbiote adjusts to the new change well, though he does have a hard time with the ‘no eating human heads’ rule that you and Peter put into place, but there’s an endless supply of chocolate and chickens to tide him over - at least for now.

When the midterms of the third semester you’ve been together roll around, tensions are high and both of you are wound tight. You find yourself snapping at Peter and V over little things, but Peter is no better. It’s nearly a year since you’ve started dating and the two of you have never argued. There have been disagreements that ended in civil discussions, but nothing came to shouting or heated words.

But it has been days since either of you have had a good night’s sleep or better yet, a proper fuck. Quickies in the shower or the small kitchenette of your tiny apartment do not cut it, not with the insatiable symbiote inside of you or the feral hormones that are pumping through Peter.

“Stop,” you hear from across the room where he sits at his desk.

You look up from your laptop and frown at the back of his head. “Stop what?”

“I can hear you thinking from here. If you want to say something, say it,” he snaps. He’s never spoken to you like that and it doesn’t sit well with V. You can feel the inky black alien slither around inside of you, ready to strike, but you soothe him for now. You know Peter’s stressed, you both are.

“I think we could use a break. Why don’t we watch a movie?”

“I don’t want to watch a movie,” Peter replies. “I have two papers to finish and a crap ton to read. So do you.”

“Then maybe just a break for a snack?”

“I can eat while I study,” he counters.

Your voice drops, “I didn’t mean food.”

He waits for a beat, a million thoughts processing in that single moment, before he turns in his chair to face you. “I guess I can take a little break.”

You stand first, moving from the dining room table to head down the hall towards your shared bedroom. Peter’s footsteps are heard behind you and closing in. You’re not even a foot away from the bed before he’s curled up to you, his chest to your back, his face in your neck, arms wrapped around your waist. Your hands rest atop his. “Hey.”

“Hi,” he murmurs against your skin as you lead the rest of the way towards the bed. “I’m sorry that I was such a jerk.”

“Don’t be. We’ve been through a lot lately.” You wriggle in his hold and turn, cupping his face so that he can see your earnest smile. “Let me help you relax.”

Peter nods weakly and turns his head just enough to kiss the inside of your wrist. “Could you-” he begins before he thickly swallows and sighs.

“Could I, what?” you coax. “Don’t be shy with me, you know me.”

He takes a deep breath and licks his lips, his eyes dart around the room before they land back on you once more. “Could you, like, sit on my face? If you don’t want to, it’s cool. We’ve never done it before, but I really like eating you out and I thought that we could try it. But if you don’t want to, it’s fine, really!” 

Your mouth presses against his in a gentle kiss to prevent any further rambling. 

When you feel him melt against you, you pull away and smile. “If that’s what you want, we can try it.”

He nods enthusiastically and responds with a breathless, “Yes, please.”

“On the bed,” you instruct, pointing to it with your chin.

His face lights up, eyes crinkling as he smiles at you before he slips away and jumps onto the mattress, landing on his back with a small bounce. He wiggles into the pillows and comforter, getting comfortable as you start to strip out of your clothes. When he notices the first piece come off - his faded high school mathlete shirt - he stops all his fidgeting and watches with parted lips and flushed cheeks.

You had foregone a bra that day, so your chest is now bare, leaving you in tattered cotton shorts over plain cotton panties. “You okay there, Parker?” you ask teasingly, making your way to the bed, dropping the shorts along the way.

He swallows and nods, whimpering in confirmation as his lust-blown eyes take in all of you. Your beauty never fails to take his breath away. “You’re so hot,” he sighs when your knees hit the bed and you slowly make your way up his body.

“I’m pretty sure that’s my line, stud.” You come to rest on his muscled thighs and his hands eagerly attack you, feeling whatever part of your body he can, enjoying your soft skin under his calloused hands.

Underneath you, his gym shorts are already tented in anticipation, and in all of his squirming the plain tee he has bunched up, exposing his sculpted stomach. You lightly run your fingertips along the hills and valleys of his muscles making him wriggle more. “I thought I was going to get a snack?” he asks, trying to hide his pout by licking his lips.

“That eager to get back to Organic Chem?” you tease, but you scoot up his lean torso, bunching up the rest of his shirt as you go. As you hover your clothed sex over his chin, you look down with a sinful smirk. “V wants to know if he can play, too.”

Peter’s eyes grow wide as he processes the question. Venom hasn’t joined in your conquests often, but when he does, it leaves the both of you exhausted but extremely satisfied. “Yeah,” he nods, his voice soft and airy. 

“We have missed you, Peter,” comes the deep, syrupy voice from inside of you. Gooey black tendrils of various sizes begin to slither out of you and down to your boyfriend. They caress him tenderly, his face, his arms, down his sides. The touches have Peter writhing and whimpering softly.

“I’ve missed you, too, V,” he admits. His eyes meet yours. For a moment, shame flashes in his dark brown stare, but when you smile down at him, it disappears. Venom is a part of you, Peter has realized that months ago and has shamefully wanted him as much as he’s wanted you. But here and now, he knows that you and V are one, and that wanting one is wanting the other. “Hey, Venom?”

“Yes, Peter?”

“Do you think we can take care of our girl now?” This is the first time he’s addressed you as such, at least in a way that implies he accepts Venom into the fold. Any other time the symbiote has joined, Peter barely said his name. But after months of fighting next to him, of working with him to keep the city safe with you both, Peter must feel comfortable enough to explore this part of your relationship.

“Of course we can, Peter,” Venom coos, extending more limbs to wrap around you, touching you as gingerly as he touched Peter. “Come on, beautiful, sit on Our good boy’s face like he deserves.”

Harmonizing moans ring out into the room from you and Peter, but you do as Venom says. You shuffle forward a bit more as a claw-like hand pushes aside your panties to give your boyfriend what he wants. 

A hot puff of air hits your cunt once it’s exposed, Peter’s warm panting breath fanning against your already heated skin. “Can you see how much she’s missed you, Peter? She’s practically dripping onto your face.” Venom continues and you feel Peter nod underneath you. “How does she smell, Peter?”

You look down to see his tongue dart out to wet his lips, his lashes flutter as his eyes roll from the deep inhale he takes from the scent of your sex. “She smells so good, V.”

“Do you want to taste her?” A broad, inky tendril strokes along your folds, collecting your slick and drawing a moan from you. It dips inside of you, breaching shallowly before it slithers to Peter’s lips. Obediently, he opens and takes it in, groaning once your bittersweet tang hits his tongue. He sucks on the tendril, eyes closed, cheeks hollow, working Venom until he can no longer taste you. 

“Such a greedy thing,” the symbiote chuckles. “How does she taste?”

Peter looks up at your through his dark lashes, knowing Venom is looking back at him through you and answers him with a husky, “Fucking delicious.”

“Do you want more, Peter?” Your boyfriend nods and scoots further down the bed, grips your thighs tight, trying to pull your cunt down onto his face. However, Venom’s power stills you, keeping you from Peter’s maneuvering, despite the man’s own super strength. “Did you forget your manners?”

His eyes grow wide for a moment before they glaze over and he shakes his head. “Sorry, V.” Peter nuzzles his cheek against your inner thigh, where one tendril has wrapped itself around to keep you steady and open. “Can I please lick her pussy?”

There’s a low rumble that vibrates through you as Venom considers his answer. “What do you think, Kat? Should we let him eat your kitty?”

A shiver runs through you at the question, your skin heating up even though goosebumps breakout across your flesh. Venom knows your answer, he knows everything you want, feels everything you feel, as you do for him. He experiences the world through your eyes, taking in the world as you deliver it, any filth that he spits out is thanks to you. 

Peter looks up at you expectantly, his lust-filled stare paired with slightly parted lips that are being teased by one of Venom’s smaller tendrils which brushes along Peter’s plump lower lip. 

“Look at him, Kat. He’s being so good, so patient. Isn’t Our Peter beautiful?” A larger tendril brushes a curl from your boyfriend’s face and Peter leans into the touch. 

“Yes, he is,” you finally answer, finding your voice, though it’s weak and shaky. “He’s perfect.”

A flush blooms across Peter’s face and down his neck at your words, but he doesn’t break eye contact with you. He holds your thighs tighter and his smile grows, brighter than a thousand suns. “That’s my line,” he tells you.

You return his smile, nowhere near as beautiful as his - how could it be? - but you take his compliment nevertheless. “We should give him a reward for being so good to us, V,” you suggest. There’s a bubble of excitement in you and you’re once again allowed to move, to be placed right where you want to be, right where you need to be.

Peter pulls you down onto his mouth with such a force that you can feel the ache deep within the muscles of your thighs, but with the first swipe of his hot, wet tongue he erases all thoughts and worries from your mind - from all of existence. “That's it, Peter. That feels so good. We love it when you do this.” Venom vocalizes what you can’t and you’re thankful for it. 

You’re sat upon Peter’s face, head tossed back, back arched, thick tendrils wrapped around your torso teasing your nipples, with your hands dug deep into the man’s hair below. The tongue runs through your folds before it makes a few playful flicks at your clit. You can feel Peter’s smile against your pussy as you whine in protest. He soothes you over by taking the small nub into his mouth and gently sucking on it. “Yes, Peter, more of that,” Venom purrs for you. 

A soft hum comes from your boyfriend as he switches from slow drags of his tongue from your hole to your clit, swirling around the bud before he takes it into his mouth for a small suck before he begins the pattern all over again. There are times where he turns to nibble at your thighs, licks along one of Venom’s tendrils, or sucking on your folds. 

But he gets as lost in it as you do, possibly even more so. Each moan that you make is answered back with one of his own, long and drawn out, as if he’s forgotten he’s making any noise at all.

His hands slide from your thighs to your waist, splayed over viny tentacles, where he encourages you to start rolling your hips. When you do, he groans happily, rewarding you with a hard suck to your clit. Together, he and Venom help you set a pace, rocking back and forth across Peter’s face.

The pleasure is overwhelming. Not only do you feel Peter’s mouth licking, sucking, biting your most sensitive area, but his large, warm hands that are sliding across your smooth, sweat slicked skin, clawing and scratching whenever he feels the urge, when he wants to hear you moan. 

You feel all of that, but you feel Venom’s as well. You feel when Peter nibbles along one of the sticky tendrils wrapped around your thighs. You feel the hard muscle under smooth skin as Venom slides his claws down Peter’s sculpted body, pushing underneath his shorts and wrapping around his hard, leaking cock.

Peter moans into your cunt, mouth open with his warm breath fanning across your skin as Venom slowly tugs on his length. “How does it feel?” you husk, staring down at him with a ravenous grin.

“Good,” Peter barely manages. His eyes flutter closed and he places a few sloppy kisses to your thighs, to your pussy, but he’s too lost in his own pleasure to focus on yours for now.

“We have been neglecting him,” Venom notes. “It has been too long since We have had Our Peter. Weeks since We have touched him, have tasted him, have let him fuck Us.”

A strangled noise comes from beneath you and Peter shakes his head. “Stuff happens, V. It’s- It’s okay. Just… Please don’t stop.”

A ripple of arousal runs through you and you’re not sure who it’s from, you or Venom - it’s a strong possibility that it’s from both. A shared thought floats in your shared subconscious - a singular, carnal, depraved wish sets fire to your skin and has you dripping down onto the man’s chin below. “Peter,” you call for him breathlessly, “can we try something?”

He trusts you and the symbiote in all aspects of your relationship, whether it be in the superhero sense or at home. It runs so deep that none of you really need to speak anymore to know what the others are thinking or want to do, you put your faith in the others and know that whatever decisions they make take everyone’s feelings into consideration before any actions are taken. However, this is a step forward that you and Venom cannot take without Peter’s full consent. 

Much to Peter’s disappointment, Venom’s grip stills on him so that your boyfriend can focus on your conversation. “What is it?” His hands are back on your thighs, running up and down in a soothing manner. He has no intention of letting you go from where you’re still perched near his face.

It amazes you how quickly he can switch modes. One minute he’s your sweet, lovable Peter, next he’s the insatiable, needy boy, begging you not to stop. Right now, Peter’s back, doe-eyed, staring up at you like you’ve hung the moon. “We were wondering if… you’ve ever thought about us, you know, fucking you?”

The question lingers in the air and you think your heart stops while it does. Peter’s expression doesn’t falter, he continues to look up at you as he considers it. Normally, you wouldn’t mind the unreadable expression, but at this moment, you’d give anything to know what was going on in his head. His lips finally part, his tongue darting out to wet them before they pull back into a soft smile. “I want everything with you,” he says. “With the both of you,” he’s quick to add. “That includes, uh, you guys, doing stuff to me, too, right? I haven’t thought a lot about it, but it has crossed my mind. Once or twice.”

Your smile stretches across your face wide enough to make your cheeks hurt. It isn’t because Peter’s letting you do stuff to him, but that he’s fully and truly accepted Venom. “So,” you draw out as a claw once again starts to slide along Peter’s cock at an antagonizing slow pace with a loose grip.

The bed creaks when his hips lift off the bed, trying to get more friction. “Yes,” he whines, digging his nails into your skin, leaving half-moon impressions. “Yes, please,” he says again, remembering his manners for Venom and the grip tightens on him, the speed increases and Peter moans out a ‘thank you’.

You watch as Peter’s eyes close once more, his face scrunches as he’s once again lost in the pleasure that V is giving him. He’s beautiful like this, wound up by pleasure and not by stress, you make a note to take the time for moments like this, no matter what you’ve got going on in your lives, you all need this. 

“Kitty-Kat,” Venom purrs aloud so that Peter can hear him, “Open.” A slender, finger-like tendril worms its way up your body from where it was once caressing your breast. It tenderly strokes your jaw, a lover’s touch, and much like Peter did before, you lean into it, your face softening as you smile for him. When the appendage reaches your lips, you obediently part them, allowing Venom to slide into your mouth, along the warm, wet velvet of your tongue. “Such a good girl.”

Peter moans with you. You look down to see his half lidded eyes watching as you take the symbiote into your mouth, eagerly sucking him as you would Peter. “Oh,” he squeaks, “oh fuck.” The tendril grows as it rests outside of your mouth, matching the length and girth of his cock, Venom even goes as far as matching the thick vein that runs along the underside of it. Your mouth once again falls open, wider now, and V pushes its replica past your lips and you groan, eyes rolling back as you take it to the hilt, as you’ve always done with your boyfriend. “Babe, please,” he begs. “I’m gonna-”

“Patience, Peter,” Venom tuts, wrapping himself around the base of the man’s length to stop him from ending things too early. “Kat is going to get Us nice and wet, then We are going to play with you.” He continues to fuck your mouth with the fake cock, Peter watching with wide-eye fascination and needy whimpers. 

Thanks to you, he also reaches into the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube to help, but that is done out of sight and in between the sloppy sounds of your blow job. The more you give to Venom, the more you give to yourself, the pleasure that he’s receiving courses through you, a white hot fire of indulgence. It is an intoxicating feeling to have this connection, to both give and receive pleasure while also experiencing both, it’s why Venom is insatiable, wanting to have you (and Peter) all of the time, but life gets in the way, much to his displeasure. But, when he gets to finally experience this carnal behavior with you, with Peter, he wants it to last.

“We now know why you enjoy Us on our knees for you,” Venom chuckles as he makes you gag on the faux-Peter cock. The real Peter’s cock twitches in the symbiote’s grip and the alien lets out another playful laugh. “Will you ever get on your knees for Us?” 

A small, weak sound comes from Peter, but there’s no real answer to the question. Neither of you press him for one, though. Venom is happy to leave it lingering in the man’s mind for now. Instead, he pulls out from your mouth, a lewd string of saliva connects the two of you. “Peter?”

Dazed, your boyfriend slowly blinks at you, “Yeah, V?”

“We’re going to try something now,” Venom announces and you begin to shift down the bed. 

Peter tries to grab for you, already missing your weight on his chest, but you grin and toss him a playful wink. “Hold on, stud, you’ll like where I’m going.” This time he doesn’t hide his pout, it pulls at the corners of his mouth and makes his babyface look even more boyish. When you come to a stop at his waist and your hand grips his cock, his expression morphs into pure glee, especially when you sink down onto him.

“Ah! Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans as his eyes slam shut, he tosses his head back as his chest heaves. The sheets tangle in his hands and his feet kick around, trying to find purchase on the bed once more. It’s only when you’re fully seated on him and leaning down, peppering kisses onto his face, that he’s able to calm down and refocus. When he opens his eyes, he sees you and your smile, his heart flutters, it’s like the first time he met you all over again. “Hi,” he says quietly.

“Hey,” you reply in turn and squeeze the length inside of you. He groans in response and the both of you set off into a fit of giggles, relaxing in one another’s hold. “Are you sure you want to try this? We don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“Yes, I want to try it,” Peter insists, idly running his fingers up and down your back. “I trust you and I trust Venom. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me.” The open honesty that swims in those cocoa brown eyes shatters everything you were and makes you want to be a better person, to be more like him.

“We want to take care of you,” Venom replies for you, making a physical appearance for the first time that night, by extending a small version of his head from the base of your neck. “You take care of Us. We want to make you happy.” The milky white eyes squint as his exaggerated razor sharp smile takes up most of the small space he allotted himself.

Peter smiles back, reaching up to caress what little bit of Venom’s face he can. “You guys do make me happy. I promise.” His gaze jumps between the two of you as he says, “So, you know, do whatever it is that you want to do.”

Now with his full consent, Venom sinks his head back into you but begins prepping Peter. You start the distraction by the slow grind on his cock, the hypnotic roll of your body up and down that has the both of you moaning within moments. 

Behind you, tendrils are uncapping the lube, slicking up one thin appendage and running it along Peter’s opening. He gasps, clenching immediately, bucking up into you, driving deeper within your cunt, which causes you to curse. “Sorry, babe,” he soothes, trying to get himself to relax, to focus on you.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, your body slowing its pace to once again relax him. It does seem to work enough to allow Venom to once again run the tendril between Peter’s cheeks. Your boyfriend squirms still, but it’s not as much and he doesn’t clench up when he’s once again swiped at. “You’re doing good, stud. V’s gonna try and put it in now, okay?”

It takes him a few moments before he answers, but Peter nods slowly. “Will you- Can you kiss me?”

How could you ever deny him? You cup his face between your hands and press your lips against his. As your tongue pushes past his lips, Venom breeches him below, and Peter gasps into your open mouth. You can feel how tight and warm he is, how much V wants to plunge into him, how much he wants to bury deep and pull pleasure from Peter, but you keep him in check, reminding him of the delicacies of male anatomy. 

And Peter gives into it, knees bent with his feet planted on the bed, legs spread, fucking up into you just a little deeper as Venom fucks into him. 

It’s an odd sensation, the feeling of being inside of Peter as he’s inside of you, but you’re dizzy with pleasure, unable to keep up with the two of them, but it seems that neither of them mind. Sprawled across Peter’s chest, he has his arms wrapped around your lower back as he pistons his hips at a brutal pace, skin slapping against skin. 

Venom’s spread out between you, his threads wrapped around each of your bodies, touching and caressing. Being part of you, he knows what you like, how to give you the most pleasure. He knows to wrap your nipples in his grasp and twist, to rub your clit in firm, tight circles, to wrap around your neck and squeeze just enough to get you to see stars.

And the both of you are still exploring Peter, learning his likes and dislikes. You know that he loves having his hair pulled, that he enjoys nails scratching across his skin, or teeth sinking into the meat of him. And you think he’s enjoying this, too, from the harsh, breathy moans in your ear as he continues to rut up into you while Venom massages his prostate. “FUCK, V,” he shouts, forgetting you’re laying limply on top of him like a ragdoll, fucked out of your mind. “Fuck, babe, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” he spits out in a mess of hurried words between moans. “God, it feels so good. I’m gonna…”

“Do it for Us, Peter. Show Us how good We make you feel,” Venom purrs, brushing up against the nerves inside of the man once more.

You feel Peter clench around Venom, as he cums, pulling you down onto his cock to spill inside of you, both of your names spilling from his lips in a babbling mantra as he rides his high. Venom makes sure you’re with him, toying with your nub until he feels the familiar coiling in your belly that springs free when you cum with a whimpering cry, unable to move atop Peter even as your vision blacks out for a few seconds and your limbs go temporarily numb.

The both of you lay there, a mess of sweat and sex, until your breathing evens and you remember how to move. “Wow,” Peter breathes, pushing back your hair to see your face.

“Mhm. Best snack in the world, right?” You tilt your head up to see his boyish grin and he leans down to steal a kiss or three. 

“It’s pretty good, but I could go for some actual food now.” To back up his statement, a gurgle comes from his stomach. Or yours. 

“We could look for bad guys on the way,” Venom suggests excitedly as you roll off of Peter and out of bed.

You roll your eyes and head to the bathroom for a shower, Peter not far behind you. “We’re not eating bad guys for dinner.”

“Not all of them… just the heads.”

“NO,” Peter and you shout in unison as he turns on the water, leaving a pouting Venom inside of you.

-

a quick tag for: @skvatnavle​ and @green-socks​

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x female reader #peter parker #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x venom!reader #peter parker x venom!female reader #my words

[inc0gnit0-m0de]

I have a venom x reader x Eddie fanfic request! The readers an artist who draws digitally and they draw a LOT of venom who finds the drawings, I’d love to see what you could come up with for his n Eddies reaction I’m such a damn venom simp (I also definitely haven’t been doing this myself 💀)

Dude ur good if you've been drawing a lot of Venom. I don't have the guts to draw the two bc I suck at drawing round objects. But, yeah, I'm willing to accept your challenge. (tbh I've been waiting for another request to come in) (credit to the original artists bc there's a lot of pics I don't know the creators of)

✨~Venom x Eddie x Digital Artist!Reader~✨

Y/N stretched in their chair after setting their stylus down. This was about the 25th time they've drawn Venom, but they can't help it, he's the coolest thing ever to Y/N. Y/N always love comics as a kid and meeting Eddie and Venom fueled their desire to become an amazing artist even more. Y/N sighed in relief as they stood up. "I should probably get some fresh air... Or at least something to eat..." They said as they walked away not caring about leaving their drawing tablet unattended. "Y/N, do you know where the- Huh, they're not here..." Eddie says to himself looking around. 'Eddie. There's a small tablet on the desk.' Venom says in Eddie's mind. "Well, duh, that's their drawing tablet. I've rarely seen them any day without trying to draw something." Eddie says out loud. 'Let's look at their art, Eddie.' Venom says as he appears out of Eddie's shoulder. "Uhhh, I don't know about this, V, they could come back any minute..." Eddie says nervously as Venom forces him to sit down. "Well, a minute is long enough to look at atleast 4, maybe 6." Venom says as he turns it on. Eddie sighs in defeat and looks at Venom. "I guess a couple of drawings would be okay to look at..." Eddie says as he goes into the tablet's photo gallery.

Eddie snorted at the sight of tiny Venom while Venom frowns. "Is this really how they think we are?" Venom says unamused at the sight of tiny him. "Well, it's kinda cute wouldn't ya think?" Eddie says as he playfully nudges Venom. Venom looks at it again and blushes slightly. "...You really mean it?" He asks as Eddie chuckles at him. "Of course, you dork!"

"We like this one, Eddie. It perfectly depicts our symbiotic relationship." Venom says in delight. Eddie blushes and scoffs. "I told you, V, saying it like that makes it sound weird..." "But, aren't we not a part of this relationship too?" Venom asks, tilting his head like a confused dog. Eddie looks at him and shrugs. "I guess, but don't be surprised if I say otherwise, Love."

Eddie and Venom both seemed to be wide eyed and blushing at this specific piece. Eddie was absolutely amazed with how perfect the anatomy was and the cool color palette, but Venom was just amazed with how handsome Y/N makes Eddie look. Eddie awkwardly clears his throat, trying to break the tension but that only seems to deepen the tension until... "Oh god, you weren't supposed to see that!" Y/N yells in panic as they slam their drawing tablet closed. Eddie and Venom flinch at Y/N's sudden entrance and Eddie awkwardly chuckles. "Sorry, Sweetheart... V got curious over you leaving your drawing tablet, so we..." "We looked at your art, you make Eddie look hotter than he really is!" Venom admits. Eddie rolls his eyes. "Geez, way to rub it in my face ,Para-" "Hey, hey, hey!!! Don't start anything you two. I just cleaned glass up from your last fight..." Y/N says as they pick up their drawing tablet as a blushing mess. "I should've came prepared, hehe... I was waiting to show you, but I've been so busy with deadlines and-!!!" Y/N gets cut off by Eddie simply kissing their lips to shut them up. (not in a mean way) Y/N tenses at the action, but soon melts into the kiss. They both pull away as Venom looks at the both of them, pouting from the lack of attention. "Aww, sorry, V, I forgot you were there for a second." Y/N says chuckling as they pat Venom's head. V purrs at the contact and lightly licks Y/N like a dog. (that's his way of showing affection) "You really have some skills, Babe, you could work for a comic company or make your own tv show with your skills!" Eddie says enthusiastically. Y/N chuckles and lightly blushes. "Thanks, Eddie, I'm still working on that." They say as they hug their two lovers in a warm embrace. "We think we're starting to like this human, Eddie." Venom says, still purring. Eddie chuckles. "Oh shut up, V."

Hi, I had to take a shower in the middle of this so I lost some ideas in the process. But, anyways!!! I hope you enjoyed this, Anon!

-𝓁𝑒𝓂🌸𝓃𝓎𝓈𝒶𝓀𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓈

#Venom x reader x eddie #eddie brock x reader #venom #x reader #eddie brock

[jksprincess10]

With or without you 3 || Javier P. x reader x Frankie

Summary: Frankie asks you on a date. Javier gets jealous.(no threesome in this part) (around 3400 words)

Part 1

Part 2

CW: Fluff, angst, Frankie Morales being a fucking simp, MFM dynamics, petnames (hermosa, frankie baby, baby, etc.), no y/n, no descriptions of reader but she can take down a man twice her size, I know NOTHING about the military, talks about coke addiction, food play, reader being horny, Javier being an ASS, bad ways to do polyamory, miscommunication, somnophilia so SLIGHT DUBCON, oral sex (f), unprotected p in v.

“I wanna... take you on a date or something. Do this properly."

Frankie is standing in your office, hands laid on your desk covered in papers and classified files. You shamelessly admire the flex of his arms, the veins popping out, the bulletproof vest that’s too tiny for his wide shoulders.

"Are you hitting on me at work, Francisco?" You ask with a grin, your pen between your lips.

"Look. I don't want to be inappropriate. Just say the word and I'll leave."

He looks down at you with his sweet brown eyes and flushed cheeks and you simply lay back in your chair, waiting.

"Call me old fashioned or whatever. But... I appreciate you. I want to know more about you."

"Okay." You simply respond, ignoring the sudden jump of your heart. Frankie was too... likable for his own good.

"Will this be a problem with..."

"It's not like this, remember?" You cut him. "Now, let me work. I'll see you on... Friday night?"

"Yeah. My place. Sounds good?"

You nod with a smile and watch as he leaves.

Later that day, when Javier comes to drop some files, the lingering scent of smoke following him everywhere, you mention it casually.

"Frankie asked me on a date. I know this isn't... I just wanted to tell you."

You notice the way his fingers lightly tense around the file before he drops it on your desk.

"Whatever makes you happy, hermosa." Javier responds with a forced smile. 

Did he look happy about it? Maybe not. But you couldn't genuinely care when he never gave you his heart in the first place.

You liked Javi. You just knew better not to try anything than the shared nights of lust.

You look through the file and thank him as he leaves.

**

Why were you nervous? Because you probably knew more about his body than his personality. Or because that’s the closest thing to a date you had in years. 

You were scared it wouldn't work.

You try to conceal the doubt with cute makeup: a winged black liner following the shape of your eye, bright blush giving you a livelier look and highlighter shining under the light.You also put on a shiny gloss on your lips, keeping it simple.

Now the dress... it might have been a lot. It was a close fitting red dress with a cowl neckline that was held on your shoulders by thin straps. You wore black heels with it. You felt confident, pretty. 

When you entered Frankie's apartment, you were surprised by its cleanness. Everything had a spot. But it wasn't really... personalized. There were maybe one or two pictures of family around.

The man was wearing a somewhat formal outfit (for him), a light jean shirt with gray pants and he had given up his cap, his hair slicked back. You had both agreed not to have any sex tonight. But he looked so fucking good, you would totally fold.

"You're cute." You say as you press a kiss near his lips.

He takes your hands in his and backs up to admire all of you, letting out a low whistle.

"I feel underdressed. Baby you're... you're fucking gorgeous."

You bite your lip, hiding a stupid smile. "I might have gone overboard."

"No no... you're perfect. Come." He lays a hand on your lower back and guides you to his dining room, lit by a few candles.

You could distinguish a dark, round table with three matching chairs. There were flowers in the center of the table, red roses that matched your dress. No one had done anything like that for you... In years.

"I... Thank you, Frankie. "

He smiles sweetly and pushes a chair for you to sit on. He pours you a glass of wine.

"I made... pasta. Because it's the only recipe I can decently make."

You laugh. He scratches his neck awkwardly.

"As long as you're not giving us chef Boyardee..."

“Are you a chef Boyardee hater?” He asks, falsely shocked.

“Yes.”

You look at him as he pours his own glass of wine.

“No, it’s my mom’s recipe. You just wait here and enjoy, it’s almost ready.”

You nod and take a sip of the crimson liquid. You take in your surroundings while you wait for him. Once again, you notice how impersonal this place is. There isn’t much to see. But he probably just moved here recently for work and didn’t really have time to make it more… personal. Your fingers caress delicately the petals of the roses in front of you as you wait for him.

Minutes later, he’s bringing two plates and sets one in front of you. It’s a simple dish of noodles, with greenish sauce and some small pieces of tomatoes. Still, it looks better than anything you had time to cook in the last weeks.

Frankie sits in front of you, and you start eating in comfortable silence.

“So… what did you do for work before? Guessing still in the military, but in the US?”

“Hm, yeah. I was a pilot based in Florida.”

Why did you find it hot that he could fly engines?

“And now you’re more… in the action?”

“Yeah.”

“Why did you change?”

He seems uncomfortable, his hand crumpling a napkin.

“We all have our dark tragic pasts, Frankie.” You encourage him.

“No it’s just… you’re a fucking DEA agent and I used to be a drug addict. Well… addicted to coke.”

You put your hand on his and you feel his fingers relax slightly.

“You’re talking like I’ve never done drugs in my life.” You shrug.

“Thought you were a good girl.” Frankie teases. “Hmm… I lost my permit. So I had to sober up real fucking fast if I wanted another job. They didn’t want me as a pilot anymore, of course, but they told me I could help here… And well, here I am. Ironically.”

“I think it’s a good way to… heal.” You finally say with a soft smile.

And Frankie finally softens with your smile.

“Yeah… Have you always been with the DEA?”

“Hmhm. Was posted in a US office before.”

“With… Javier?”

“Yeah… we’ve been working together for a while. Went to the same school and all.”

You caress the top of his hand with your thumb. “But maybe… we should toss Javi to the side for a bit. And focus on our date.”  

You finish eating your main plate while you both engage in comfortable conversation. After you finish eating, you help him put the dishes in the sink, but he insists he’ll do them later.

“Didn’t know if you liked desserts… but… I got this.” He opens a small cardboard box, unveiling a row of cupcakes. “They’re from a local bakery.”

“Are you kidding me? I have a whole other stomach just for dessert.” You say enthusiastically.

“Hm… like… cows?”

“Are you comparing me to a cow, Francisco Morales?” You tease, slapping his shoulder playfully.

“N-No! That’s not what I meant!” And just like that, shy Frankie was back, red tinting his scruffy cheeks.

“I’m just fucking with you baby. Honestly, I find cows really cute. Always dreamed of petting one.”

You take one of the cupcakes, chocolate flavored - guessing by the color, and you take a bite, moaning at the taste.

“God, this is amazing.”

He takes a vanilla cupcake, sparkling eyes looking at you with amusement. This is oddly domestic, the two of you devouring cupcakes right in the middle of his kitchen. You swipe your index finger against the white frosting of his cupcake and bring it to your lips, sucking it into your mouth, bright, innocent eyes looking up at Frankie, who’s body is visibly tensing.

“Hey! My cupcake!” He shouts, like he was finally done glitching.

Then, this idiot shoves the rest of his cupcake in your face as some kind of revenge. You look at him, mouth agape.

“You have some fucking balls on you, Frankie. You know I can fight you?”

“You can try.” Frankie responds as he collects some of the frosting on your cheek, before licking it into his mouth.  His tall body towers over you, cornering you against the counter. He leans down and kisses your frosted cheek.

“You better clean me up.” You complain. “My pretty makeup…”

He laughs adorably, before kissing and licking away the frosting on your face. You close your eyes tightly, unable to retain the laugh escaping your lips. His thick fingers circle your wrists to keep you in place even after he’s done, his lips meeting yours in a delicate and slow kiss that makes your heart beat dangerously fast. Just to prove that you could, you undo your wrists from his grasp in a learned maneuver – since men tended to underestimate you, and you plunged your fingers in his curls, deepening the kiss. You both tasted like cheap wine and expensive frosting, your breaths becoming one.

You jump up on the counter and circle his waist with your bare legs, bringing him even closer. He lets go of your lips and you whine, your mouth chasing after his. His big hands lay on your naked shoulders.

“Remember what we said?”

“No.” You lie, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“No sex.” He says, cradling your face to look at you.

“Ugh you’re the worst.”

“I know. You should go home before we do something dumb.”

“You’re right.”

He takes your hand and leads you to the door. His free arm locks around your waist, holding you close.

“I had a good night. Thank you, Frankie baby.”

“Frankie baby? Hm? I like that.” He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips.  “Call me tomorrow, cariño?”

“Yes. I promise.”

He watches as you safely get to your car and waves at you with a dumb smile.

**

Maybe this was a bad idea, you tell yourself as you unlock Javier’s door with your spare key.

But there he was, sitting on his couch, a whiskey glass in hand, a cigarette between his lips.

Yeah. Maybe coming to your boyfriend-not-boyfriend after a date with your other boyfriend-not-boyfriend wasn’t a good idea.

You take off your heels and join him on the couch. He barely looks at you, like he wasn’t surprised by your presence.

“Did it go well?”

“Yes… Really well.”

“So… then why are you here?” He finally looks at you, admiring your beauty, even though your face makeup had been a little ruined by Frankie.

You shrug. “Missed you.” You were going to lay down on him, but he stopped you. You frown and look up at him.

“I don’t want you to see Frankie romantically.”

“Well, don’t you think it’s a bit late to tell me that, Javi?” You frown. 

He stays silent for a few seconds, alternating between whiskey and his cigarette.

“Well, I changed my mind.”

“Because I told you it went… well?” You couldn’t believe it. You get up, trying to control your anger, but your fists are tight against your hips. “Don’t you think it’s fucking selfish from someone who will never give me what I want?”

Silence.

“Do you know how many years I’ve been trying to get something else from you, Javier? Every time I get too close, you push me away. Keeping me close just… just as your fuck toy. Until I’m too much for you.” You were full on crying now, angry tears flooding the remaining of your makeup.

“My job… it’s too much for a relationship.”

“Well Javi, I’m also fucking DEA and I also need love. So, fix your issues and don’t make me stay away from Frankie just because… just because you’re jealous he’s providing what I need.”

“You barely know him… He’s a fucking drug addict, you know?” He asks, voice on the same level as you as he gets up too.

“Not anymore. Wait… did you… did you go through his file?” Incriminating silence.

“That’s fucked up, Javi.”

“I’m just trying to protect you…”

“You can’t protect me and then try to push me away. Also, I can fend for myself. Thank you.”

You head to the door, but he keeps you close, hands around your wrists.

“Let me go, Javi. I was dumb enough to come here to give you sex after this sweet man just… did everything for me. Let me leave. Please.” His grip tightens.  “You know I can fight a man twice my height. Let me go or you’ll regret it.”

You push him away and storm off, not even bothering to put your heels back on, just letting them dangle from your hands.

**

Vision blurred by your tears, you drive back to Frankie’s place. You felt pathetic, clingy, even. But you needed him. Pathetically, you go back to his door and knock. You probably looked rough, mascara and liner trailing down your cheeks, and still barefoot.

It takes Frankie a few seconds to get to his door. He has visibly showered; his hair wet and a dark towel tied around his waist. His face falls when he sees you crying and he drags you inside, closing and locking the door behind you.

“C-Can I stay?” You ask between a few sobs.

“Of course baby, you can stay.”

He wraps his arms around you and holds you close. You hide your face in his warm and damp chest, probably leaving some makeup behind.

“Here…” He looks down at you and cradles your face. “You can take a warm shower to calm down and then we can talk… You can breathe baby. You need to. I’m here.” He soothes. You breathe in. Breathe out. Then nod slowly.

And then you let him pull you in the bathroom. He runs the warm water and lets you get in the shower. When he comes back, it’s only to leave clean clothes on the counter: one of his old shirts and a pair of his boxers.

He waits for you in the living room, wearing a clean pair of dark boxers. Frankie looks up at you, not being able to hide the small smile that tugs at his lips when he sees you wearing his clothes.

You lay down on the couch, your head resting on his hairy thighs. He caresses your scalp softly, looking down at you.

“Do you wanna talk?”

“I don’t… I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you, Frankie.”

“You’re not using me.”

“Javi just… fucking decided on his own that he doesn’t want me to see you romantically. And that’s not… that’s not what I want. And I don’t want to involve you in our complicated shit, Frankie. I’m just… sad. I need you close. Badly.”

“I’m here, cariño.” The tip of his fingers go from caressing your scalp to caressing your arm, sending shivers through your body. “I can’t tell you what to do because I’m biased. But what… Do you want? ”

“I’m… selfish.” You straighten up to look properly at Frankie. “I want you both. Romantically and sexually and just… everything I can get.” It’s embarrassing, admitting it out loud.

“You have me, baby. All of me.” He kisses the top of your head. “As for Peña… If he suddenly can’t share even though he can’t give you what you want… I don’t think that’s… fair. But you’ll work things out, I’m sure. And I’ll be here. Waiting. As your anchor.”

The words are stuck in your throat, so all you can do is kiss him and whisper little “thank yous” against his lips.

“Good news is… there’s some leftover cupcakes in the kitchen.”

“That is really good news.” You manage to smile.

Frankie gets up to get the box and when he comes back to sit beside you, he leaves the cupcakes on the table in front of you. You take one of the small cakes in your hand and eat it in seconds, under Frankie’s amused gazed.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just… I should’ve given you the rest.”

“Yes, cow stomach, remember?”

**

When it’s late and you’re both yawning, Frankie brings you to his bedroom. It’s tiny and has just enough space for a queen-sized bed and for one other piece of furniture. The duvet on his bed is checkered in tones of soft blues and the base of his bed is made of dark wood like his table.

You settle under the covers, your back against Frankie’s chest and his warm arms around you. In no time, you’re both falling asleep peacefully, despite the weight of your jobs and the weight of your complicated relationship.

In the morning, you wake up with a storm of pleasure twisting in your stomach, like you were already on the bridge of an orgasm. You open your eyes slowly. Frankie isn’t by your side anymore, but you find him between your thighs, a head of curls poking out of the blankets covering his back.

“Fuck… Frankie baby…”

He looks up at you with those pretty eyes, tongue still flat on your slit. You grab onto his curls, pushing him closer to your aching core. 

“Don’t stop… I’m so fucking close…”

He alternates between sucking and licking at the rhythm you loved, until you come undone in a silent cry.

“God. What a way to wake up…” You pull on him to bring him up, his chest laying on yours while you kiss him softly, not caring about your morning breaths. His hands sneak under the shirt – his shirt – that you’re wearing, caressing your soft breasts until they form two peaks. “Hmm. I could get used to waking up like this.” You whisper.

“Can I… make love to you, cariño?”

“Yes. Anything you want, Frankie.”

In a hurry, you peel off his t-shirt from your body and you let your back sink into the comfortable mattress. You watch as he takes off his boxer briefs, then you pull Frankie on top of you, legs parted to accommodate the size of his hips. He uses his hand to guide his tip to your entrance, and you breathe in slowly as he bottoms out. You were getting used to him, but you didn’t have him so intimately before – in close missionary, the two of you alone. You wrap your legs around his waist and start moving your hips, impatient to have all of him. Frankie understands the message, thrusting slowly. 

“God Frankie baby… Feels so good.” You moan.

He looks down at you, adoration filling his soft gaze. You can’t help the smile that forms on your lips, one of your hands cupping his cheek.

You don’t think you could live without him now.

“I like you… a lot.” You whisper against his lips. He kisses you softly.

“Me too.”

Frankie is everywhere around you, filling all your senses. It’s addicting, the sweaty scent of the morning mixed with the subtle fragrance of sex. His thrusts pick up a faster pace, the man using his forearms as leverage as he goes deeper and deeper. Your back arches, your chests touching as you moan softly.

“D-Don’t stop baby…”

He keeps going, feeling your walls tighten around him, choking his dick. He comes not long after you, warm spend filling you up, marking you as his.

**

You part ways after breakfast, even though you could have stayed in bed with him all day. You had a few errands to run. In the afternoon, you were relaxing in front of the TV, when you heard a knock at your door.

You get up and open the door, sighing when you see Javier on your front porch, a bouquet of colorful flowers in hand. You close the door in his face, but he keeps it open with his feet.

“You have five seconds until I break your foot.”

“Please, hear me out.”

You slightly open the door. 

Javier never said “please” or “sorry”.

“Fine.” You sigh. “But you’re on thin fucking ice, Peña.”

“Thank you, hermosa…” He enters and closes the door behind himself.

“Why are you here?” You ask, arms folded on your chest.

“You were… right. I was fucking selfish. And I had no business going through Frankie’s file. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“And yet you hurt me again and again, Javi.”

“Look… I want… I want to do this. I want to be yours. I want to be yours with Morales.”

“I’ll have to think about it.” You take the bouquet of flowers from him. “You know you should say sorry. And you should kneel before me to show me how desperately you need me. Because I don’t believe you. You could have had me years ago, Javi.” Your voice was cold; he knew you were serious.

“I’m so fucking sorry, hermosa. I was a jealous prick. Frankie makes you happy.” You look at him as he kneels down, his hands holding on to your legs. “Please. Take me back. I want to make you happy too.”

You take in the sight of him, Javier fucking Peña on his knees, begging. You get down to his level and pet his hair, like you’re rewarding a puppy.

“You’re right, you were a jealous prick.  I’ll think about it. You can leave now. Thanks for the flowers.”

His mouth hangs open in silence, and you get up to open the door for him. He groans and gets out.

He didn’t think you would fold that fast, did he?

#with or without you #javier pena x you #javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena x y/n #javier pena smut #javier pena narcos #javier pena fanfiction #frankie morales #francisco morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x yn #frankie morales x y/n

[espritmuse]

—𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄—

⌕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lara Tybur from aot (x reader)

⌕ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut warning, mention of mommy kink, cum, hair pulling, semi public sex…

⌕ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hi guys <3 since you may know, Lara tybur is my new obsession… she’s just so pretty and mysterious, I’m in love. I always wanted to do a nsfw alphabet and I don’t think anyone made one about her already so here I am!! Reblogs are very much welcomed since she isn’t very popular in the fandom :(

—𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 - 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀—

⊹₊ ⋆A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The sweetest creature. She always takes her time with you, no matter who was in charge during intercourse. Most of the time, she runs a bath for both of you; she then sits behind you, her hands all over your chest protectively. She takes her time and helps you wash your delicate skin. After that she just goes to sleep on her bed, her body all over yours or, sometimes, she holds you in her sleep, just to feel even closer to your warmth.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Lara’s favourite part of her body is probably her breasts. They’re very soft, plump, and delicate, painted by the angels themselves. She loves when she finds the tip of your tongue all over them, your lips wrapped around her pink nipple, adoration in your eyes.

She probably prefers your face. Out of everything. She just loves it, the way your lips curve into a small smile at anytime of the day, the way your eyes shines when you notice something adorable, or even the way your gaze gets lost in hers whenever she’s talking about anything.

But also the way your features feels under her touch when her core is all over your face, when her mouth is agape, eyes watering thanks to the stimulation you’re giving her, legs fragile and almost trembling.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She’s such a dirty girl but she hides it very well. So, at first, she’ll pretend to hate it when you come undone all over her stomach but, too bad for her you had already noticed a glimpse of excitation in her eyes. Oh she loves it. So much. That’s why she adores when you ride her face, she can then have your wet pussy all over her mouth without any complaints.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Public sex. Or at least, semi-public sex. She loves the thrill of it, the excitation of feeling like you both could get caught in a minute if anyone opened the door, if anyone decided to turn in this poorly lit street… maybe that all she wants, someone seeing you and her like that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I don’t think she’s very experimented. Her family is one of a kind. They're very strict and severe about her education and forbade her any misbehaving, including romantic relationships. But it’s for the better, now you can experiment everything with her.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Face riding like I previously explained, she loves feeling your entirety beneath her, feeling your warmth and all your wetness, being the cause of your pleasure. The view is pretty nice too.

Missionary, this goes without saying, very basic but she just loves feeling you close to her at such a vulnerable moment, whenever it’s you or her on top. She may have a preference for when she’s under you, just so she can tease you more, caress your cheeks with her fingers or even digs her nails into your back when her pleasure is too much for her.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, as always. But she likes when you tease her a bit and try to make her smile and laugh. Okay maybe she isn’t that serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well trimmed. I think that she doesn’t really like when there is nothing down there but she doesn’t like a bush either. So yeah, she keeps it well trimmed and obliviously her hairs are dark brown/ blackish.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She loves whispering sweet nothings in your ears. Little “I love you”s hidden between two loud whimpers… Her lips are always all over yours, and her hand is always finding its way to yours too. She just feels better like that, her baby close to her.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh, she used to do that a lot in her little bedroom. Since daddy and mommy never allowed her to do anything, she has to do it herself. But that was before you started sneaking in her room at night without her family knowing. Now she doesn’t need her fingers anymore, why would she? Yours are so much better.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling, she’s always wearing this stupid bun, so you just love ripping off the hairband and grabbing all of her long dark brown locks in your fist when you hit from the back.

Mommy kink. The word probably slipped out of your mouth and you thought that it was the most embarrassing shit ever. No. She just smiled and continued what she was doing, calling you her little baby in your ears.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed. Yeah it’s basic but it’s her favourite. Comfy and convenient, any positions or almost are possible and she just feels better there. Or just her bedroom in general because she likes when you fuck her on her desk when she’s overworking <3

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Her motivation is the little praises that escape your mouth when she fucks you to good as well as your melodious moans when she goes down on you. Nothing better for her than hearing all of that, feeling that she’s pleasuring you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anal. I really don’t think she’s into that at all. Or she’ll try maybe, if you really want to, but just once. An anal plug is her limit.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh God she loves giving. She’s very good with her mouth too, she relies on your pretty noises to know if she’s doing good or not. But don’t get her wrong, she also loves when you do it on her too, especially when you use both of your tongue and fingers.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time, she is slow and sensual. She likes taking her time on you, touching all of your soft skin, admiring your face when she’s on top…

But if you’re a bit rougher on her, she doesn’t really mind either, in fact, she secretly loves it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She isn’t a big fan of them to be honest, like I said she prefers when things are unhurried, sensual etc.

It doesn’t mean that she’s totally against it tho, she loves when you grab her thighs to put them on the kitchen counter before playing a bit with her body <3

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Except for public/semi-public sex, I don’t think that she’ll do too many risky things. Maybe she likes when you place your hand around her neck too.

Oh God yes and also she secretly likes when you threaten her to say everything to her parents (the fact that you sneak in her bedroom at night just to fuck her stupid) if she isn’t obedient. She’s a very well behaved puppy after that !

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can last very long, we may forget it but she’s very well trained, she’s a Titan after all… So yeah no stamina problem for her, she can go for a lot of rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You’re the one who introduced toys to her, showing her proudly your pretty collection. She loves them, really. Her favourite is the strap on, of course, especially when you use it on her little pussy, she’s so sweet, all delighted to open her legs for you <3 She also likes using it on you, she likes penetrating you with a dildo when she eats you out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She likes to tease but not that much. Most of the time she’s doing it very very discreetly in public, sitting on your lap and moving her thighs together slowly just for your to notice, when she bends down to pick up something she has “accidentally” dropped just in front of you just so you can see the curve of her ass and a bit of her white lace lingerie.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Aw, she was so timid at first, too embarrassed to make any noises in front of you. But after some nights, you told her and taught her that it was okay, that you really wanted to hear her pretty moans. She was very happy and now, you have to be the one to remind her to keep quiet when she’s too loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She loves when you fuck her with her clothes on. When you just lift her skirt and slid her pantie to the side because you’re too excited to penetrate her. Bonus point if you do that on the wall, floor or anything that isn’t her bed.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I imagine her with very plump and round breasts, roseate nipples, and a toned stomach thanks to all of the training she had to go through. She doesn’t have a tiny pussy tho, it’s very cute, her inner lips are a bit long, only half covered by her outer lips.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not too high nor too low honestly. She’s kinda needy when you don’t touch her for more than two days tho. She just loves doing it with you, she can’t get enough.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Very very fast, once both of your bodies clean, she goes back to her bed and falls asleep. If you’re staying for the night (she always begs you to and honestly, how could you resist her.) she’ll try to stay awake a bit longer just so she can talk to you before you leave her the next morning.

#attack on titan #snk #snk x reader #aot imagine #snk fanfiction #aot #aot headcanons #shingeki no kyojin #lara #lara aot #lara tybur x reader #lara tybur smut #lara tybur #Titan warhammer #aot smut #aot x reader #lara aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #smut aot

[chaerypop]

TXT AS COLLEGE STEREOTYPES(?)

pairing: txt x gn!reader. genre: fluff, college au. warnings: mentions of partying and alcohol

i. YEONJUN he would bust into your dorm at 1am, slightly intoxicated. it's noticeable, but he's not gonna blackout. he wakes you up and demands cuddles, he plops on your bed - and also on top of you. he snatches the remote from you and puts on disney movie. you smile at how childish he can be sometimes. he get comfortable in your arms and about 20 minutes into the movie, he's already passed out. not to mention, he's also extremely sweaty.

ii. SOOBIN he's your tutor. he only texts you to ask what your score was on an assignment, or to ask how your day was. he can't build up the courage to text you more than that. when you study together in the library, he can't help but stare at you. you don't know how cute you look when you're concentrated. he turns bright red when you look up at him, you're a bit confused on why his face is flushed, but you brush it off to spare him the embarrassment. when it's time for class, you get up, hug him goodbye, and walk out the library. he stands there for a moment, trying to process the fact that you've just hugged him, a tiny smile grows on his face.

iii. BEOMGYU. very much a frat boy. he's the best partner in beer pong, and he's always dragging you to parties, which takes a lot of convincing. as soon as you guys arrive, everyone's cheering that he's there. a couple guys hand him a red party cup, which you assume is full of beer, they put their arms around him and lead him to the backyard. you roll your eyes, but you're glad he's having fun. you go off to the kitchen and grab some water, since you know you'll be the one driving tonight. you find him again 2 hours later passed out on the couch. you take this opportunity to draw on his face as revenge for leaving you.

iv. TAEHYUN he has his own apartment away from everyone else. good for him, it's nice, clean, and quiet, and he only let's certain people in. luckily, you're one of them! the two of you chat, watch dramas, and occasionally he'll help you write an essay or help you practise for a speech, but you can't stop laughing and getting distracted, so you end up nowhere, but it was still fun. he always has smoothies too, and they're delicious. he always allows you to spend the night and offers to drive you to campus in the morning. his bed sheets are sooooo soft, and you immediately fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. you spend a lot of time over at his place, but it's fine, most of your clothes are there anyways.

v. HUENING KAI he's just trying to get by. you always find him asleep at his desk with an empty container of noodles and pen smudged on his cheek. on the weekends, he spends all his money on snacks and invites you to play mario kart with him at 3am. whenever he wins, he makes sure to brag that he's better than you, so you throw his plushies at him in response, which turns into a pillow fight, the people in the next room over bang on walls telling you two to shut up, which leads to you two trying to be quiet, but you start laughing so hard you start choking, which makes him start hysterically laughing at you. everyone on the floor hates it when you two are together.

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#txt x reader #kpop imagines #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #kpop #kpop fluff #soobin x reader #tomorrow x together #yeonjun x reader #kang taehyun #taehyun x reader #hueningkai #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu

[jadegreenimmortality]

ADA members when you fall asleep at their desk pt. 2: Ranpo, Yosano, Kenji

A/N: So, here is part two! Again, it is my first time writing for any of these characters, so please be kind! I’m still practicing. ≖‿≖ And yes, I am absolutely determined to write for as many characters as possible (･ω･)v. Kenji’s part is pretty platonic because he’s a minor and I am not, so I’d feel weird writing something too romantic about him. ◉‿◉ Also, I’m kind of having a writer’s block, so I don’t know if this is any good at all…but I’m uploading it anyways because I do at least hope it’s okay.

Pairings: Ranpo x gn! reader, Yosano x gn!reader, Kenji x gn!reader

Genre: fluff; slight angst for Yosano

Warnings: mentions of alcohol for Yosano

Summary: The title says it all <3.

pt. 1 pt. 3

Ranpo Edogawa

Ranpo had asked you to buy him different sweet treats well more like whined until you gave in but okay.

You didn’t have the best night’s sleep the last days as an important case had kept you up, so you weren’t too thrilled to go to the store in the only free time you had so far.

But Ranpo’s pouting was mixture of annoying and cute, good enough to make you sigh and get up from your seat anyway.

When you came back from your short trip to the grocery store…he was gone. Out on an urgent case with the police, as Kunikida told you.

You were mildly annoyed and collapsed into his chair, pouring the content of the shopping back over his desk. With a low grumble, you let your head sink into the mountain of treat bags and it felt…surprisingly comfy, so you closed your eyes and decided on the spot that the sweets could at least serve one purpose if Ranpo wasn’t here to get them.

Yes, it was a conscious decision to nap on Ranpo’s desk, buried in the newly bought sweets. You were just done.

All of this and probably more is what Ranpo could deduct when he came back half an hour later and found you basically buried in sweets and lightly snoring on his desk.

So yes, he’s not surprised in the least to see you lying there; of course it is nearly impossible to surprise Ranpo, but he had already reckoned you’d take a spontaneous nap at some point of the day right after seeing you walk into the office that morning.

If he had a crush on you, but you two were not together yet, then it is probably because he’s not entirely sure yet you reciprocate his feelings. Ranpo may act all high and mighty in general, but there is a fear of rejection buried deep under the exuberating self-confidence as many people don’t bode well with his nearly arrogant confidence in his “ability”. He’d confess on the spot if he knew you felt the same – why make things unnecessary complicated – but he doesn’t.

Anyways back to the topic at hand -

If he isn’t sure you feel the same way as him yet, he’s probably very keen at finding out. Although he expected you to fall asleep at any time that day, he knows it’s a good sign for him that you decided it was his desk you wanted to nap at, even if your decision was subconscious. He’d walk up to you with a certain confidence, hands on his hips and bow down to shamelessly take in your sweet sleeping expression well half of it the other half is buried in sweets.

“What do we have here? Hey (y/n), you’re crushing my favorite treat!”

He won’t try to lower his voice, so it will be a bit of a rough awakening. You’ll leap up and blink confusedly, a tiny bag of something stuck to your hair, face lined with the imprint of the plastic bags you used as a pillow.

Maybe it will take you a second or two to realize Ranpo’s face is just in front of yours, so close your noses are almost touching.

You blush intensely, not awake enough to stammer more than a “Wh-huh?”

Ranpo grins slightly and takes a mental note. That’s a very good sign for his cause.

“Ooh, my favorite. Thanks (y/n)-san~”

And that’s how he grabs a bag of chips from the table, gives you a quick smile and…leaves. To deal the next case.

Good luck dealing with the low-key heart-attack this probably gave you.

Now, if Ranpo and you are together? That’s a totally different story.

You’re basically like a treat to him. So seeing you buried in the pile of sweets? That looks perfectly fine by him.

He’ll grin and enjoy the view of his favorite person in the world buried in his favorite things in the world while strolling up to his desk.

He’s low-key worried though about your evident lack of sleep, but not sure how to act on said worry

Will get a chair from somewhere, sit down and push it so close to yours that the two of you are side by side, shoulders touching, and say in a perfectly jolly voice: “(y/n), wake up that’s no position to sleep in! If your neck hurts later, you’ll ask for a massage and you know I’m far too lazy to do that.”

Yes, he’d generally be too lazy to give massages but of course, if you were in real pain he’d be there to help just sayin’

“Uh…huh?” there you are, emerging from the sea of lollipops and chips bags, looking utterly squished. But you know your boyfriend well enough to know that his mocking criticism is his way of caring, even though he already grabbed a bag of chips and starting eating.

Just stay calm and give him a loving smile, maybe peck his cheek and welcome him back, it will earn you a bright smile. Then, just lay down your head in his lap and continue your nap. Even though he won’t comment on it, he’ll be more than happy to be your pillow. He’ll even pat your hair to sooth you.

Because even if he doesn’t act like it, he would to anything for you after all.

Akiko Yosano

Imagine there was a big fight involving most of the agency’s members and Yosano had multiple patients to treat. You were injured yourself, but nothing too serious, so you bandaged it up and decided to help in whatever way you could.

After everything necessary was done, the only one still working was Yosano, to save the lives of those in imminent danger.

So instead of going home like the others, you decided to pick up a bottle of wine that was reserved for special occasions and wait for Yosano at her desk. This was, in some ways, a special occasion after all and you really felt like she deserved the wine.

Because in the end, not only had she fought, she also didn’t take the smallest break after the fight, heading right to the surgery room to treat the wounded.

But of course, surgery would still take a while, so to sweeten your wait, you decided to take a sip of the wine as well.

The mixture of the exhaustion stemming from the long fight, the aching of your wounded body and the worry about your friends was topped by the tiring effects of alcohol consumption, leaving you fast asleep.

Yosano literally found you gripping the wine bottle when she came out of surgery, your head resting on your other arm which rested on the table.

Yes, she was absolutely exhausted as well, but not only did you look like you were passed out, from the bloody bandages she could see you were wounded as well and that made the already high protectiveness she felt for you spike.

If she was into you, but the two of your weren’t going out yet, she’d be very worried and caring, but seem outwardly relatively collected.

First things first, as a wave of worry rushed over her, she’d hurry to kneel down at your side and check your pulse, still in absolute doctor mode.

Of course, your pulse was fine and that’s a big relief for her. Still, next thing she’d do is check your bandages to evaluate the wounds. She wouldn’t even bother worrying about waking you up, you could sleep later.

If you didn’t wake up, she’d see that as a sign of just how exhausted you were.

She’d softly stroke your shoulders and ruffle your hair, feeling a wave of affection engulf her.

She’d get a blanket from anywhere and put it over your shoulders and pluck the bottle from your hand so that the wine doesn’t get spilled if you move in your sleep.

Also so she can take a good long sip as well -

If you woke up, she’d give you a smile that shows the same fatigue that you succumbed to, but a lot softer and more open than normally seen on her face.

“Why didn’t you just lie down at the couch, (y/n)-san?” – “I was waiting for you, to make sure you are also taken care of…”

Oh, your words would make her so happy.

You’d both sit down at the couch to enjoy the wine together and relax, talk through what happened an seek comfort in each other’s arms.

Kunikida would find you the next morning right there on the couch, snuggled close together, your head laying on Yosano’s chest and her arms wrapped around you.

If you two are a thing, she’ be gushing all over you. Of course she’s exhausted, but seeing your exhaustion makes her want to hold you close until you get better.

After checking your pulse, she’ll re-do your bandages and examine all your wounds, just in case. She won’t even joke about treating you, both of you are not up to it.

If you don’t wake up while she re-does your bandages, she’d just take you into her arms bridal style and carry you over to the couch. She has to stay the night anyways for the patients that have to stay in the nursery, so she may keep you close as well.

Will lay you down very carefully, cover you with a blanket, lay your head on her lap and stroke your hair softly. This will help her finally relax as well.

If you do wake up, she’ll cup your cheek with her hand and give you a worried look.

“Dear, why are you lying on my desk with a wine bottle in hand? You can drink on the couch as well.”

Of course she knows what you’re doing there, that you wanted her to know you were waiting for her. She also guesses the wine was meant for her.

And she appreciates all of that, but you’re her number one priority now.

Honestly, even if you’re absolutely wrecked, use at least a little bit of energy to make her take her of herself as well. She won’t stop otherwise.

You could put your forehead against hers and lean into her touch. Your proximity makes her relax automatically.

Or maybe hug her closely and give her a moment to let her head sink in your shoulder; let her lean on someone else for a moment. She’ll hug you tight around the waist and just be thankful you’re there, even thinking of her when you yourself are tired like this.

she doesn't know what she'd do without you

Kenji Miyazawa

So you stayed up too late watching nonsense on YouTube mostly cute animal video clips

And therefore you are tired as hell the next day with absolutely no reason to complain.

You’re doing your best to stay awake but it’s hard, so you go to get yourself some coffee, but the coffee machine is broken, and with it your will to make it through the day.

When you come back to your desk, you decide that a nap is the only thing in the world that will safe you now. If anything important’s up, Kunikida will wake you anyways, right?

So you hug your jacket and, using it as a pillow, it doesn’t take you long to glide into sleep.

Only that it’s not your desk that you fell asleep at, but Kenji’s that’s right next to yours.

Not that you notice though, you’re already in deep slumber when he comes back from a case and finds you napping on his desk.

Now Kenji is a sweet and pure cinnamon roll, so he won’t mind in the least.

If he has a crush on you aww so sweet he’d probably be pretty oblivious to it. It’s not that he’s dumb, he’s just pretty innocent in such affairs, but he’ll be especially cheerful every time you’re around.

He’s so happy to see you, but also really curious as to why you’re sleeping at his desk.

He’ll fold his hands behind his back and bow down, questioning light-heartedly: “Huh, (y/n)-san, why are you sleeping at my desk? Didn’t you get enough sleep last night?”

It will take you a moment to be awake enough to get what he’s talking about. If you’re embarrassed about your mistake he’ll just laugh and wave it off because it really doesn’t matter to him.

If you confess why you stayed up so late last night, he’ll be more than happy to take your chair and sit down right next to you, so you can show him all those cute animal videos.

you’ll enjoy them together until you fall asleep again at some point. When you do, he’ll take his straw hat to cover your face so the light doesn’t bother you isn’t he sweet!

If you two are a thing, he won’t even question why you’re sleeping at his desk, it doesn’t matter. If you need to sleep, then so be it, it isn’t a problem for him.

So even if you’re asleep, his face will light up and he’ll smile brightly, just because you’re there.

This may be a bit surprisingly, but he will not!! Let anyone wake you up. If anybody tries, even if it is Kunikida, he’ll say something among the lines of “My mom always said that when you’re tired during the day, you should take a good nap in the hay!”

He thinks you look incredibly cute, cuddling your own jacket and mumbling things in your sleep.

Will sit on top of the table waiting for you to wake up patiently as long as he has nothing else to do, which will also include him looking at your face, apparently happy, and patting your head as if you were an animal of sorts.

Will eventually take a nap as well, following your “wisdom” – he’ll grab your chair from your table, squeeze it next to you and lay down close to you, facing you, probably one arm over your shoulders hugging you lightly.

The two of you look so adorable~

Yay, you made it to the end! I really hope you enjoyed the read!

How did Yosano’s part get so angsty?! Honestly, I don’t know but I like it =3=.

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[melancholymetropolis]

Cloud Nine

Pairings: Roommate! Hitoshi Shinso x Reader

Summary: The reader gets stood up and Shinso decides to make it up to her.

Warnings: Explicit Content. Porn with Plot. Slightly edited. Based off of this cover. All characters are aged up.

Author's Note: Hello to all! I have missed you guys. It's been a while. Finals have been kicking my ass but, I am back! This fic is a good blend of fluff and smut. Maybe a little bit of angst. If you would like to commission me, click here! I set a new goal, so please check it! Thanks for your support, it means a lot to me.

Word Count: 4500

The sound of the front door slamming shut resonated through the apartment, quickly followed by the echo of heavy footsteps trailing down the hall. They came to an abrupt pause; interrupted by the splashing of water in the sink and the ripping of a paper towel. He must’ve found the freshly baked cookies I left on the counter. The footsteps sound again but they stop short of my room. A firm knock rattled from my door; I looked up from my laptop and shouted “come in!” My roommate opened the door, appearing in front of me, dressed in his usual attire. Workout jacket and running shorts with a gym bag tossed over his shoulder. Shinso had already taken a bite out of the freshly baked cookie nestled in the paper, and tiny crumbs had been sprinkled around his mouth.

“You’re home earlier than I expected,” he said as he dropped his gym bag by my door and took a seat in my desk chair. “I thought you had a date with that producer guy.”

“Yeah, I did,” I closed my laptop and pushed it to the side. “But, he never showed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Shinso said before taking another bite of his cookie. He chewed it slowly before adding, “I had a feeling something was wrong since you baked.”

“I don’t only bake when I’m sad, So-so,” I replied as I rubbed the back of my neck.

“You’re right,” he took another bite of the cookie and swallowed. “You only make your comfort cookies when you’re sad.”

I gave him a quizzical look and he took it as an initiative to continue.

“When you’re sad or have a bad day, you always make double chocolate cookies with walnuts. And if you’re peeved, you add Nutella in the middle. Like today. So, if you don’t mind telling me what’s wrong, I’d be happy to listen.” Shinso finished off his cookie and brushed his mouth with the paper towel. His purple eyes gleaming up at me with concern.

“It’s just. . .” I crossed my legs underneath me and sighed. All the built-up frustration exploded out of me in three words, “Men are trash.”

Shinso’s face remained completely neutral; he didn’t even flinch at the statement. “How so?”

I groaned and dropped my head into my hands. “Okay, so last week, remember when I was wearing that super-cute outfit?”

“You gotta be more specific, you always wear cute outfits,” he said with a confused look in his eye.

“It was a Tuesday. I was wearing some bell-bottom jeans and a pink halter top that said ‘cherry bomb’. Do you remember that?”

“You had two buns on your head that day,” he added in recollection.

“I did! Well, I bumped into Justin on my way to the studio and we talked for a few minutes. Towards the end of the conversation, he gave me his number and asked me to dinner. I was ecstatic and practically skipped down the fucking street!”

“Sounds like something you’d do.”

“So, we’ve been texting all of last week and this week. I am under the illusion that we’re on for dinner. All of a sudden, he doesn’t reply to my texts this morning. I brushed it off and continued about my day. I went to the agreed restaurant and waited an hour in my car for him. Texting him the entire time, just for him to give me a reply on my ride home.”

“What did it say?”

“‘Sorry, something came up.’”

“Wow. . . what an asshole.”

“I know! Such a fucking jerk.”

We stayed silent for a minute or two before Shinso rose from my desk chair and walked to my door. He grabbed his gym bag from the floor and turned back to me. “I ordered from that restaurant you like, down the street, once I saw the cookies on the counter. I figured you could use some comfort food. It’ll be here in a little while, so I’m going to take a quick shower, then we could eat together. If you’re cool with that?”

“Sure, that’s fine. I’ll see you when you get out,” I replied with a look of astonishment on my face.

“Okay, see you in a bit.”

The pro-hero exited the room and gently closed the door behind him. My eyes remained in that general area, seconds after he left. Processing all the information that he gave to me. Wakatoshi Shinso. . . a man that I cannot describe in words. But, if I had to condense it, to say what he was, all I could say is that he cares. So much about me. Before moving in together, he was simply a friend-of-a-friend. We were cordial, always said “hi” in passing, and never left a bad impression. So, when I found an apartment, and he needed a room, it was a no-brainer. Shinso was the ideal roommate. Quiet, calm, and collected. He always made me breakfast, even though he was always up significantly earlier than I was. If I was too tired, he’d tidy up my leftover dishes and straighten up my things. When I had my period and ran out of pads, he went to the drug store and bought me some. Including chocolate ice cream and painkillers. He doesn’t mind doing the grocery shopping alone and doesn’t complain when I leave my bra on the bathroom door. He wiped my tears when my boyfriend left me and brought me flowers the next day.

Shinso was perfect in every way.

I was lucky to have him in my life.

The doorbell rang and I rose from my bed and raced to the door. Just as he said, Shinso had ordered from my favorite restaurant, as seen by the menu poking out of the biggest bag. I gave the delivery boy a small smile and thanked him, before shutting the door and walking into the kitchen. I placed the takeout bag on the counter and began to take out all the items from the bag. He brought chicken parmesan, mushroom ravioli, fettuccine alfredo, vodka alla penne, and two garden salads. In the second, smaller bag, were two pints of ice cream and complimentary miniature cannolis.

“I didn’t know what you were in the mood for so I got a little bit of everything,” his voice echoed throughout the room, causing me to jump.

“Jesus—” I looked up from the array of food to my roommate. Who was dripping wet and practically steaming from his shower. Grey sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, extenuating his sharp v-line. He was shirtless, which wasn’t something new, he often walked around the apartment that way; however, the droplets sprinkled about his bare chest were doing things to me. His damp hair was slicked back, combed out of his face. Shinso walked around the kitchen’s island and popped open the lid off one of the containers. The display of his bruised knuckles resting on the counter caused my insides to churn.

Maybe it was the way Justin ghosted me earlier, or maybe it was the way Shinso cared for me— the longer I looked at him, the more I wanted him to bend me over the sink and make me scream.

An intense blush flushed over my face and I instinctively bit my bottom lip.

Without missing a beat, my roommate placed his hand on mine and locked eyes with me. “Is there something wrong?”

“I. . . ugh. . .” I looked away from him and down at the ground. “I’m fine.”

I could feel his violet-purple eyes squint with uncertainty. Shinso gently squeezed my hand and released a sigh. “I was thinking about what you said about ‘men being trash’ and how Justin was an asshole to you.”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe you're looking in the wrong place."

I looked up at his face, taking in his flushed-out expression. Although his wet hair gave him a more refined aura. His cheeks highlighted his boyish charm. Shinso's hand lifted from mine and found itself underneath my chin. My eyes automatically snapped toward his and my breath got caught in my throat. He had an unwavering stare upon his face that made me weak in the knees. Shinso’s eyes slowly closed and brought his face closer to mine. I gripped his shirt and pressed a kiss firmly against his lips. Every muscle in my body relaxed and I felt his arm securely wrapped around me. I moaned against his lips and loosened my grip on his shirt. I dug my fingers in his hair and pressed my body against his.

“I want you,” he groaned against my lips.

“Then, take me,” I replied as I untied his sweatpants. And kissed him again.

Shinso tore away and guided me to the couch. He gazed down at me, a questionable look in his eye. “Are you sure?”

I lifted the oversized tee-shirt over my head and tossed it to the side, My chest was completely bare, my ample breasts in the view of the towering athlete. “I’m all yours.”

Shinso’s eyes darkened. His demeanor was intense and serious. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted my legs to his waist. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he grunted before capturing my lips in a kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. My bare chest against his; my heartbeat in my ears and his body heat warming my soul. I wanted to be as close to him as I possibly could. I needed to be closer to him than I ever was before. “Take me to your room.”

Without hesitation, the pro-hero took long paces to his vacant space. He gently sat me on the edge of the bed and look down at me. “Open your legs.”

I scooted my by rear further on the bed and placed both feet on the neatly tucked duvet. My knees were facing the ceiling and my clothed womanhood was facing him.

Shinso swiftly dropped to his knees and brought his face to my inner thigh. Featherlike kisses sprinkled along the soft tissue and goosebumps ran up my back. When he got to my core, after taking his sweet time, he pushed the soft short and panties to the side before lapping the dripping center. My legs gently twitched and my eyes rolled back. His soft muscle continued to lap its sweet nectar and I swore I could see God Himself. After a short while, he had gotten bored of pushing my garments to the side, so Shinso tenderly removed them from my legs. I halfway expected him to rip them to shreds but I guess he was too gentlemanly for such savage behavior.

The athlete looked up at me with a wistful expression and asked a simple question. “Do you mind if I use my fingers?”

I paused for a minute and smiled. “Come here.”

Temporarily rising from his position on the floor, the massive man laid his body between my legs and hovered his face above mine. “Yes?”

“You use whatever you see fit,” I replied while looking into his eyes. “I trust you.”

Without so much as a second glance, Shinso walks to his nightstand and unlocks the bottom drawer. He pulls out a Hitachi wand, an eye mask, and bondage cuffs. “Are you comfortable with these?”

A blush dusted my cheeks as I looked at the items. “Oh my, I never knew this side of you existed.” I reached for the eye mask and placed it on my head. Then, I lifted my arms over my head and gripped the bedpost. I winked and finally said, “I’m ready when you are.”

Shinso turned to the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a condom. “I should’ve confessed sooner.”

I nodded with appropriate enthusiasm and widened my legs. “Please continue what you had been doing earlier. I want you.”

The athlete reached down to my face and pulled the eye mask over my eyes. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

His feather-like touches littered against the right side of my body and I swore I could feel my senses come alive. I felt the bed sink in between my legs and his warm hands reposition my hips on the bed. “Hold your legs up for me, baby.”

I did as instructed and took a deep breath.

I could feel his hot breath fan my naked cunt and all I could do was drip in anticipation. His coarse thumbs spread the thick lips apart; cool air fanned my bud. After a few seconds of no movement, his hot mouth pressed against the dripping mess. A long, deep moan arose from me, as my legs jolted again. He blew against my womanhood, creating a slurry of my nectar and his saliva. I could feel it drip down my cunt and to my rear slowly. Seductively almost. His soft tongue pushed its way into my smooth center and I felt my walls clench. He bobbed his head forward and back; probing me with his tongue as he went. I furrowed my brows and arched my back. Gripping the back of my knees, I bucked my hips against his mouth as slutty moans left my lips.

“Mmm. . . you feel so good, So-so,” I chanted as I whipped my head to the side.

He groaned against my womanhood, before pulling away briefly. He reached up the bed and gripped his desired item. Once I heard a distinctive buzzing, I knew it was the wand. He pressed the toy against my bud, possibly wanting to see my reaction to it. I moaned at the light vibrations and squirmed underneath it. A hum passed his lips as I felt his fingers gently toy with my entrance. One finger slowly went in, curling upward to the desired pleasure button. Shinso used that finger for about a minute before adding a second one. He presses his fingertips against the roof of my cunny and started to jab them upward. I bit my lip and dug my nails into my thighs at the added friction. I could feel a soft pool gather in my stomach and I knew my climax was near.

“Oh fuck! Oh, fuck!” I practically yelled as I gripped the sheets.

Shinso kept his same pace. I could imagine observing the incoming orgasm rise from my toes down my calves and thighs and to my abdomen.

I furrowed my eyes again and brought my legs closer to my chest. “Oh fuck. Oh, fuck! Oh shit!” My legs shoot violently as my toes clenched tightly. My breathing increased and tingles encased my whole body. Then, all of a sudden, all the feelings in my body stopped. And all I could hear was the buzzing of the vibrator in my room. For those two seconds, every fiber of my being clenched, including my walls around Shinso’s fingers. I could feel tears form in my eyes as a throaty moan fell from my lips and my back arched against the bed. I released the grip on my legs and allowed them to shake chaotically against the mattress. I reached under my head for the pillow and squeezed it around my head as I rode out the pleasable wave.

When my legs stopped shaking and my breathing calmed down, I released the pillow and lifted my head. “So-so?”

“I’m here,” he swiftly replied before removing the eye mask from my face. Shinso looked at me with a loving expression and placed a hand on my cheek. “Are you okay? That seemed pretty intense.”

“It was,” I replied looking at him with doe eyes. “Can you just. . . hold me for a while? I don’t think I’m ready to continue.”

“Of course.” He climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around me. His violet eyes gazed down at me with such repertoire that it was almost impossible to keep contact.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked feeling so insecure.

“No, I just. . .” Shinso cut himself off. Somehow trying to find the right thing to say at that moment. He pulled my body closer to his before pressing his lips to my forehead and saying “ I love you.”

I froze. My breath caught in my throat. My heartbeat pausing its usual rhythm. My mind was completely cleared of any passing thought. “How. . . long have you known?”

“Not too long. About a few minutes.”

“Wait,” I pulled away from him and sat up in the bed. “What do you mean ‘a few minutes’?”

Shinso took a deep breath and followed my motions. “I realized I loved you when you told me you trusted me and proceeded to relinquish control. I had never seen you so vulnerable with anyone and we have known each other for five years. It meant a lot to me and everything else just. . . clicked in my brain.”

“So, all the ordering food and tampons. . . you didn’t do that to get me to put my guard down? You did it just because?”

“Well, yeah. I thought that’s what good roommates do. At least, that’s what Tendou says they do.”

“Wow. . . I. . . need a minute to digest. . . all of this.”

“Take your time.”

I spent the next few days hovering about our shared apartment. Replaying those three tiny, tiny words in my mind. I love you. He loved me. Shinso loved me. He didn’t do all those nice things because he wanted to use me or my body for his pleasure. He did it because he wanted to be a good roommate. Shinso wasn’t the type of man to say things he didn’t mean— hell, he doesn’t even speak the majority of the time. He meant what he said. And I couldn’t gather my thoughts to see how I felt about him. I knew what he meant to me. I knew I didn’t see myself living with anyone else and the thought of him being with another woman infuriated me. After a short while, I picked up a pen and grabbed my keyboard to write a song.

Justin found time to text me again; notifying me that he wanted to make up for our failed date by giving a free studio session. Being the starving artist that I was, I took up the offer. On a whim, I texted Shinso to meet at the studio, half expecting him to decline my answer. He didn’t. Shinso walked into the small room, still in his volleyball uniform. His violet eyes brightened when I smiled at him. He gave me a small smirk and a short wave.

Justin, completely taken back by the massive player, gawked at Shinso’s sheer size. “Damn, how tall are you?”

“Six foot four inches,” Shinso stated in a bland expression.

“Wow,” Justin turned away from the athlete and back to me. “I’m ready when you are.”

I took a deep breath, readjusted my keyboard, and looked ahead. “I’m ready.”

I started playing the keys and looking down at the lyrics on my notebook page.

I don’t want to seem the way I do

But I’m confident when I’m with you

I looked up at Shinso with a weak smile.

Lately, all I feel is bad and bruised

Tired of tripping on my shoes

I squeezed my eyes shut and finished the rest of the course.

But when he loves me I

Feel like I’m floating, when

He calls me pretty, I

Feel like somebody.

Even when we fade,

Eventually to nothing,

You will always be my favorite form of loving.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Shinso. His cheeks were a slight pink and his eyes were slightly closed. He seemed somewhat embarrassed by the lyrics, yet really into them.

I finished the lyrics, making sure I kept eye contact with him for the entirety of the song. I watched his shoulders relax, and jaw clench at the sound of the lyrics. He leaned forward as if to hear me better. Shinso’s boyish charm was completely exposed and I was loving every second of it.

When the song ended, Justin stood up and clapped from the other end of the glass. He clicked a button and shouted for me to come out.

“You were so good!” He practically shouted to the top of his lungs. “I should’ve gotten you here sooner.”

“I’ve been trying to tell you,” I said with a chuckle.

“Please tell me you’re free this Friday, there’s someone I want you to meet,” Justin gave me a hopeful look.

“Actually— “

“She has plans with me this Friday,” Shinso chimed harshly.

Justin looked between the two of us and simply nodded. “I totally get it. Shoot me a text when you are free though. We should talk business.”

“Of course!” I replied with a smile.

Shinso and I trotted out of the studio shortly after the exchange. He remained silent within the elevator of the building. Inside the cab home. And, as we walked through the front door. It was after he retreated into his room and took a shower when he finally spoke to me.

“Did you write that song for me?” Shinso asked after taking a seat in my desk chair.

“I did,” I answered simply.

“Does that mean you. . . share my feelings?” He proceeded to question me.

“Yes, I love you, Shinso,” I offered the response slowly.

He rose from my chair and sat across from me on my bed. “Tell me again.”

“I love you, Shinso.”

His lips captured mine in a heated kiss. His calloused hands pulled me closer to him as mine latched in his hair. I leaned back against the bed and spread my legs to give him more access. I moaned against his lips and moved my hips against his groin.

“Do you want to continue?” Shinso asked as pulled away. “We can always—”

“Hurry up and grab the condoms from the top drawer,” I interjected as I unhooked my arms to peel my shirt off.

Without a word, the athlete scooted from the bed and did as he was told. Shinso swiftly removed his sweats and tossed them to the side. He ripped the plastic packet open with his teeth and rolled the rubber on his member. He climbed back onto the bed proceeded to yank my bottoms off my body and spread my legs. Shinso positioned his member against my center and looked up at me. Once I gave him an eager nod, he sunk himself into me. A soul-shaking moan erupted from the two of us, followed by a curse underneath our breaths. He leaned down to give me a soft kiss before slowly rocking his hips against mine.

Gentle moans fell from my lips as I arched my back against his thrusts. “You feel so good, baby.” I brought my hands up my legs and navel; I latched my digits onto my ample breasts and gave them a slight squeeze.

Shinso readjusted my hips and lifted my legs in the air. His fingertips pressed firmly in the soft flesh of my thigh as he had begun to drop his hips down onto mine in such a harsh manner. My walls clenched around him, as I felt myself begin to ooze even more onto him. The new stimulation was making my whole body heat up and I desperately wanted more of it. I gripped the sheets tightly and gazed at his flushed-out face.

God, he looked so powerful fucking me like that. His muscles flexed with each thrust and sweat began dotting his abdomen. The pink hue on his cheeks and the clenching of his jaw made my insides tingle.

I was more attracted to this man than I could ever possibly know.

Suddenly, his pace started to slow down and his hips started to spasm. Just a tad. He was so close to his peak.

“You take me so well, sweetheart,” Shinso grunted lowly. “You’re tight cunt is milking me dry.”

I smirked. “Are you about to cum?”

His violet eyes narrowed and he paused his thrusts. “On your belly, now.”

“Yes, sir,” I teased as I rolled onto my stomach. Chest pressed against the bed and hips in the air.

The athlete gripped my hips as he eased his member back into me. “Rub that needy clit of yours, nice and slow.”

I tucked a hand between my legs and flicked my fingers softly. A small moan fell from my lips as my hips began to twitch slightly.

“Looks like you’re not gonna last too long, baby,” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Of course not, you know how to make me cum,” I said with a giggle.

“I am the only one that will be doing that from this point on, understood?” His gripped tightened around my waist and I could feel his hips begin to twitch slightly.

“Understood,” I grunted as I felt the warm pool fill in my stomach. “I’m getting close, baby.”

“Move your hand faster,” Shinso instructed while keeping his pace.

I flicked my wrist faster and immediately felt the climax rising my legs and thighs and gathering at my stomach. I clenched and released my walls several times before releasing a gurgle-like moan. “Ahh fuck. Ahh, fuck!”

“You better not stop moving your hand, princess,” he warned in a low tone.

“I’m not! I promise!” I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip. “Please let me cum! I wanna cum so bad! Oh, God!”

“Go ahead, you deserve it,” he grunted as he began to move his hips faster.

“Oh fuck!” I gripped the sheets tightly and moved my hand even faster. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

I clenched my walls ever so tightly and squeezed my eyes shut. In the pit of my stomach, I felt a soft soap bubble pop and ooze out to the rest of my body. My entire body clenched, and my hand pressed hard against my clit as I rode out the orgasm. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my tongue fell out of my mouth. Drool dripped down my chin as the stars behind my eyelids faded. After a few seconds, I slumped forward onto the bed and opened my eyes.

“Oh fuck. . .” I gurgled as my body finished twitching.

Shinso slid out of my smooth canal and kissed down my sweaty back before laying next to me. He gathered me into his arms and looked down at my overly stimulated body. “Promise me you’ll be mine and only mine.”

With half-closed lids, I looked up at him and said, “You buy me food when I’m sad, you get me tampons when I’m bleeding, AND you made me cum so hard I almost blacked out. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you be with someone else.”

He chuckled. “I love you.”

“You better, because you can’t get rid of me. I’m in too deep,” I replied as I snuggled closer to him. After a short moment of silence, I said “I love you, too.”

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he lives in my lap | reader x changbin

➛ Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x seo changbin 

➛ Recommended listening: she lives in my lap, outkast

➛ Genre: pwp (smut), fluffy tones, 18+ 

➛ Word count: 3.9k 

✨ Summary/Request Here ✨

Anon: sub!changbin nipple play drabble👁👁

i’m such a sucker for sub bin smh

a/n: thank you for requesting sweet anon! any day, any time i will write sub!changbin! this was such a pleasure to write n’ i hope that ya like it! <3

{see below for nsfw tags!} 

NSFW: dom!reader, sub!changbin, tsundere!bin, slightlybratty!bin, established relationship, use of petnames, body worship (calm tf down ro, we know you love binnies’ bod), *plz pretend to be surprised here too* thigh kink, power dynamics, LOADS of nipple play (m receiving), praising & mild degradation, handjob, lil pet of petplay (bunny), v soft aftercare 

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you caught him sulking, bundled up in his chair with his legs crossed and his eyes dried. its the times like this when you don’t need him to tell you what’s going through his mind. he huffs and spins around just to get a moment to break his stare at the screen. he rubs at his temples where his headache surges, but he’ll never stop to ask for help or to express how tired he really is. 

“what are you working on?” you simply ask as you cross the way behind him and squeeze his shoulders. 

he sighs, and answers, “work.” 

it’s barely an answer, but knowing him, prodding wouldn’t do much else. 

“its getting late,” you pause, contemplating to next part of your phrase, “could you come to bed? i’d....love to have you with me...if you can.” 

his fingers stop their typing, and he pulls off a single padded headphone to listen to you. 

“you know that i’ve got a deadline. can’t.” 

“wouldn’t you like to--” 

“--can’t you just live one night without it?” he barks, swiveling in his seat to face you. 

his eyes, the whites of them pink and his under-eyes bagged, tell you that you can’t take exactly what he means to heart, but still, it doesn’t hurt much less. 

“bin--i just want you to take care of yourself and not overwork. you know that you need your rest to make everything work out right. right?” 

your boyfriend sighs and composes himself, then puts his headphones back on. 

“deadlines are deadlines.” changbin simply replies. “in a couple days it’ll be over.” 

the sound of his clicking at his mouse fills the room back up, and this close you can hear the faint buzz of his music on the other side of his headphones. its as if he wants to create some kind of shell between you and him; he pulls his hood up and balls himself up in his big black hoodie. 

with him, your patience overcomes anything. 

“bin--” you reach for his arm to rub in calming little circles with your thumb, “you’re worrying me.” 

the exhaustion in his voice causes it to crack, “i’m fine.” 

it doesn’t take him much to go up in arms when you pull off his headphones to hold his puffy face in your hands. earnestly you hold his eyes with yours. 

“you’ve worked so much already today. please, come to bed, i know you won’t admit it to yourself, but it’ll be okay if you sleep for just a little while....or, relax at least...” 

changbin huffs out again in his same little annoyed nature. you knew the ins and outs of him well: your words might have gone in one ear and left out the other, but they still would jumble him up on their way out.

“i said that i’m fine,” your boyfriend repeats, “you’re worrying over nothing.” 

it isn’t easy to admit defeat in the moment, but that’s all it is: a moment. he allows you the pause to plant a tiny kiss on his forehead before focusing back on his work. the truth is, you really did want him to join. the bed was always warmer with two anyway. these days, it was even a little hard to fall asleep with him. 

“well,” you throw your hands on your hips, “i’ll just be back here...if you need anything. i can warm up your side for you, kay?” 

for a moment, his fingers stop their clicking, wavering. “okay.” 

he likes it when you wear his shirts and other little things like that. he even thinks that its cute when you steal his socks and they bunch up a little. after living together your clothes have started to all smell the same, but knowing that it’s his has always been enough for you. 

at first, you promise yourself that you’ll stay up as long as he does, but not even you can stay up that late. he turns the lights off for you, leaving only his desk lamp and the blue screen of his desktop. silently you promise him that you’ll stay up as long as you can manage...

“--oh. sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up...” 

your blurry eyesight makes out the time that’s ticked past two hours since you last remember checking. 

“its okay,” your sleepy self returns. you’ve fallen asleep on his side of the bed which you promised to warm up, but he won’t ask you to give it up when you’re half awake. 

“i’ve decided to sleep in late tomorrow.” he hums while reaching for his phone light to turn it off. “you’re right.” 

“i know that i’m right.” 

even in the dark you can feel his little joking smirk. the mattress makes springy sounds under the weight of your two bodies, and somehow your hands find their way into the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie. there’s nothing like feeling his presence beside you--its a kind of irreplaceable reassurance that you’ve only ever felt in him. 

he’s close enough to feel his tiny breaths in the space between you, and how it tickles your upper lip. sleepy kisses float from your lips to his which he happy returns by pressing into you closer and melding your body with his. you make a point to kiss him slowly and with every ounce of intent that you are able to pour from yourself to him. 

your love unties himself for you just as he does whenever he feels your thumb trace under his jaw slowly or as you hold his face in your hands, tilting him to deepen your exploration of his mouth. you can feel him get looser and looser after being so tightly bound. your hands work at his knots with swift fingers that interweave with his hair, then find their way to traipse up the hem of his clothes. 

he mutters a little sound that could be translated into many pleasurable things, but you don’t need to think too hard to interpret it. 

“binnie...” you coo, gently rolling him to his back to lean over him with your upper body, “you’re doing so well. i can tell how hard that you’re working...there’s no need to hide.” 

he nods, allowing you to paint his cheeks with more little kisses that fall down to his neck, then travel back up to his ear where you nibble softly. in your own mind, its your favorite place to show him your love: he shivers feeling your breath quiver in his ear, then exhales out after feeling the small pull at his skin. 

higher under his shirt your hands tip-toe, then trance the curves of his sides and finally reach the spot where he is most sensitive...your boyfriend gifts you the gorgeous sound of his uncontrollable little whimpers once he feels the pads of your fingers graze over one of his hardened nipples. 

“oh?” you taunt, “already so sensitive?” 

changbin attempts a scoff that comes out airy on his lips, “i mean, yeah...when you do that.” 

your index circles his bud, causing and even more delightful symphony of shaking breaths to exit. 

“...but its so late...” you remind him. its halfway between a genuine reminder and somewhat of a challenge. there’s nothing more that you would want, but the clock tells you otherwise. 

your room is nearly devoid of light save for the way that the crescent moon peeks through the slits of the shades. the silver light illuminates his face in stripes, one of them directly over his eyes which makes them sparkle with the same iridescent shine of stars. 

“do you think that i care?” changbin shies a bit into the puffy pillow that cradles his head. 

from your position above him you can see the way that he pleads wordlessly, and how he just knows that he’s irresistible to you. his gaze softens to shift in that cute little pout. he too knows how to untie you, how to make you fall into him so deeply that you can’t see anything but him. he knows exactly what to say, how to wet his his cushy lip so it glistens just a little when he parts his mouth for you to crave even more than you already do. 

“do you want me to say please?” he adds. 

fuck, he really does know you well. 

your knuckles rub along the fuzzy underside of his sweater, scribbling more circles around his nipples that hardens them painfully even though you’re barely touching him. 

“that is my favorite word,” 

his tone is airy, barely audible when he asks as politely as he can, “please, can you use me how you want?” 

you tut, bowing low over his lips to only let them hover over his own. your lie of a kiss just barely makes contact with him. he whines from the promise of your taste, even wiggling his hips in his agony knowing that he won’t get what he wants quickly. 

“hm, i didn’t really hear you that time...” slowly your hands begin to pull the fabric of is shirt over his head. “say it again for me?” 

“please...?” your boyfriend desperately repeats. 

“and you’ll be a good boy for me? you’ll do what i say?” 

“yes...yes. everything that you say.” 

his hoodie ruffles up his cute dark locks that sprawl all over his face and even cover his eyes. for a moment you think of how his hair had gotten longer than you had noticed. you sweep it aside, holding his eyes while your hand swipes up and down his chest just between his pectorals. 

“and you’ll tell me when you want me to stop?” 

finally you grant him the kiss he’s been waiting for which he drinks up greedily, moaning carefully over your lips. 

“mmhm.” 

you nearly startle him after forgetting to move slowly, finding your own eagerness taking hold of you. changbin’s eyes gleam seeing you on top of him and both of your legs straddling his sides. you slither farther down his body to align yourself correctly, then pause finding your place. 

after, he then startles you by letting out a sudden cry in response to his beloved sensation. both of your hands are busied pinching and tweaking directly at his pink nipples that turn redder from your touch. you toy with the hardened buds while his eyelids flutter--he can’t figure out if he wants to close his eyes to feel it all, or watch you. he decides upon the latter and tries his best focus on your hands spread on his chest. 

its a wondrous indulgence of yours as you watch the way that his muscles fill up your hands and even how his skin pops between your fingers when you squeeze. “my bun,” you sigh in admiration, “i just can’t handle you...” 

your head spins when he echoes, “neither can i...”

it seems fair for you to take off your top too, so you do. your hands survey farther up his chest, then course down his arms which you tuck to rest on each side of his head. 

“you know how it goes.”

he doesn’t even need the reminder. 

“fuck, you’re gonna take all the time you want now, aren’t you?” 

your boyfriend regains a bit of his composure to snark with that little unfair smirk of his. 

“would you rather me not do this for you at all...bun?” 

he rolls his eyes, impatient and annoyed for barely a second. he’s quieted the moment that he feels your lips float over his skin. you can feel the way that his breaths are thrown out from his lungs once you press even harder. his hips squirm and he turns into a puddle of half-choked winces that turn high pitched and needy the closer that you get to the sensitive areas of his chest. your tongue twists around it, only teasing at first and never allowing him to feel the full heat of your mouth. your left hand swipes up his side and settles right over his other bud which you toy with between your index and middle finger. you pull, then delight in the way that you can even feel his moans start deep from his core then come ripping out carelessly. 

at last you grant him the wet of your mouth when you tense your lips to pull too. you know that he likes it when you use your teeth too, but you never start with the most exciting part. 

his arms twitch like they usually do where they lay on both sides of his head. your boyfriend interlocks his fingers behind his head to pull and hold them there until his knuckles turn white. he would touch you, but you don’t like getting that distracted. you don’t need it anyway to heighten the way that unraveling him already pools heat between your legs and sends you grinding over his midsection. 

you use a combination of gentle kisses contrasted with the pull of your fingers and eventually the bite of your teeth to get him properly gasping out as if he cannot breathe. your name finds its way twisted into some of his moans too; it sounds so perfect, so right said that way: airy, wavering, shaking after he bites it into his lip too. 

you stop to admire him, now using your thumbs to tease at the way his reddened nipples now look painfully aroused and even glimmer with the sheen of your saliva upon them. changbin is flushed out all across his cheeks and even over his nose bridge. the rouge spreads down to his neck where the veins there quiver with each of his senseless gasps for air. he jerks from the careful feeling of the pad of your thumb compared to how viciously you had tugged at him before. you grind down your hips into his hard-on between your legs and into your own heat which craves him just as much. 

“good?” 

he nods, and chuckles out after reveling under your view. 

you free his hands from their place behind his head, then you immediately find yourself wrapped up so tightly in his arms that you let out a tiny squeak. his thick arms that stretch with the strings of muscles always remind you that the power you have over him, he holds over you just the same. he brings your lips back to his to kiss thanks into your mouth that’s become raw from your musings. 

“i’m not done yet.” you sneer directly into him. 

“i had a feeling.” 

your love knows how to sit and look pretty for you. how to keep his hands to himself and wait just enough for you to make a proper mess of him. even though you don’t see it, he’s infatuated watching you twist over him to the bed table and pick up the cup of water that holds partially melted ice. the sound of the cubes chime against the glass and burns your hand with the cold once you choose the largest of the lot. 

changbin looks at you fearful at first still consumed by your heat which lingers all over his body. you test out the sensation by spreading out your opposite hand first which is wet from the condensation from the glass. 

“ah!” he winces out. 

“too cold?” 

“n-no...” somethings shift in the way that he holds your gaze and the ice quickly melting in your hand. “i-i want it...” 

“you sure?” 

“please don’t make me wait again...” 

the cold from the cube starts to make your fingertips turn numb, but its of no conscious to you when he holds every bit of your attention while you wait for his visceral response. 

he yelps, nearly almost screaming from the mixture of cold and hot that swirls around his body. he grinds his teeth into a groan next to steady himself feeling the tenderness of his nipples next to the freezing cold. you can’t help but stifle a greedy laugh at how downright confused he seems at the two sensations of arousal and biting pain that made him feel even more lightheaded. 

you love the sight of the whites of his eyes when he reaches a kind of euphoria that only you can give him. 

“oooooh god.” he laughs along with you at how preposterously unreal it feels. the little smile that anchors on his mouth is unbelievably cute, and you can’t help but want to feel it on your own. 

you trace circles around and around his buds until they harden just as they had done under your tongue. he shivers too; either from the cold, or from the overload of his senses--it travels from the tip of his head, through his hips and down to his toes. 

“aw, my bun likes this...doesn’t he?” 

“mmm.” 

the ice only lasts a few moments on his chest and between your fingers. after, his chest is left shimmering from the new substance that looks like liquid crystal all over him and where it drips down to the comforter in droplets. 

you shift your attention lower down his stomach where you stop right above his bellybutton to let both of your hands hook under his sweats. you look up for approval, which he eagerly gives with the hastily phrase repeated, “do it, do it.” 

his clothes it the floor in a puddle, and your boyfriend is left bare for you to take in. you indulge in every single part of him that you’ve explored time and time again, but each time it feels renewed. your hands eat up his thighs with covetous squeezes until the crescent-moon shape of your nails decorates him nearly everywhere. they slide up higher, finding the place where his curved and rosy cock bobs waiting for your touch. 

“poor bunny....does it ache when i don’t touch your cute little cock?” you trace a finger up his shaft which causes his body to violently jerk in response. the truth of the matter is, he’s anything but little. 

even when your words turn venomous back on him, he still drinks it up as if it is nectar. 

a wicked chuckle passes by your lips remembering what he had said to you a couple hours before. “can’t you just live one night without it?” 

“n-no--” he stammers, “i-i’m sorry that i said--” 

you silence him with a finger to his lips. “sit up.” 

he does so, trying to gauge what you’re planning to do next. the mystery of it all enthralls him to the point of working his cock up with pearly pre-cum that drips down his length. changbin waits as you reposition yourself behind him, just so he sits flush against your torso and between your legs. 

at first, you trial you hands up and down his thighs to create a show for him. your fingertips tickle him gently where his leg hair grows thin and soft. you then move to massage into his inner thighs and the more intimate erogenous areas there that you claw at. 

“hm. maybe i’ll let you get what you want if you say--” 

your boyfriend’s hands bury themselves into the sheets to grab at anything to provide balance. “--please! please...i’ll say it however many times it takes...” 

you tsk, then nibble into the peachy cartilage of his earlobe. “mm, that’s enough. i’m feeling generous...” 

you wet a stripe of your saliva up your palm and guide it to his length where you give him one good squeeze that is more than enough to send his toes curling. he whimpers out feeling the lack of contact afterward, realizing that one squeeze was all that you were planning. instead, shift your motions toward his tip and his seeping slit. the tip of your index draws rings around it which elicits agonizingly gruff growls from his throat that you’ve only ever heard a couple times before. 

“please, please, please....” he chants. 

you do love the way it sounds. 

his moans become even louder once he feels the tension from your grasp where it returns to his shaft and pumps. in a way, the whole image is just perfect for the both of you: as you peer over his shoulder you can’t even but help feel turned on by the sight of your own hand and how it twists around the throbbing veins that imprint his cock. with your non-dominant hand you continue traversing the squishy and fleshy bits of his thigh. 

your boyfriend laughs out his growing self-indulgence while you work your hand up and down, then experiment with testing him with the ways that you can squeeze harder then softer. changbin throws his head back into your shoulder lazily once he starts to feel his senses slow and intensify the closer that he gets to his release. he shudders against you too, and tightens his body too as he edges himself even closer.

after the distraction that you’ve crafted tugging him up and down and how the twist of your wrist feels like heaven, he jumps still feeling your free hand find its way back up his chest one last time roll his nipple between your fingers. the combination of the two sends him spilling right over the edge and overflowing with a rambling of curses and half-attempted moans coupled with the release of his seed cascading down the back of your hand. 

nearly all of your boyfriend’s weight falls upon you and you giggle trying to deal with your previously cold and stubborn lover reduced to nearly nothing but a limp and euphoric mess in your arms. 

“you okay?” you ask him, peppering tiny kisses into his neck. 

“give me...a minute.” he laughs out too. “i’m just...really...exhausted. but--in a really, really good way.” 

“time to get some rest then?” 

changbin nods, and gives you back as many kisses he can with his neck titled at this somewhat awkward angle. 

“stay right here, hm?” 

you cradle him back to slide out from behind him and work at cleaning yourself off, and them him--he loves obliging if it means that he gets to be pampered with clean clothes and your little massage to his shoulders to get his tensed body relax even more. the blankets get exchanged for new ones and you find him telling you not to put your shirt back on. 

changbin flushes, explaining, “i just like being close like this with you. everyday. any day. i can’t live without it either.” 

you can’t exactly tell who is “holding” who, but it all just feels so peaceful and intimate you almost forgot that you were supposed to be sleeping until the day breaks behind your boyfriend’s shoulder. 

“thank you,” changbin sighs, “thank you for taking care of me.” 

“now start taking care of yourself.” you tease, “don’t overwork yourself, got it?” 

your boyfriend sleepily hums, and tows you right back into his chest. “don’t worry, i have a feeling that i’ll be sleeping in pretty late.” 

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