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gyuwoncheol · 5 months

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Down Bad

Pair: Mingyu x f!reader

Genre: fluff, inspired by soft Mingyu during that GyuHan live

Summary: Clingy, lovesick Mingyu just wants your undivided attention

Warnings: tipsy! Gyu, mentions of alcohol, use of pet names, so much fluff, barely proofread

WC: 1.7k

Author's Note: look at me actually publishing something. This is once again very self-indulgent because Gyu was just so so adorable in that live and it had me in shambles. Shoutout to my sweet Cherry @shuadotcom for listening to me fawn over Mingyu when this live happened and building ideas of the scenes with me! I love you darling!

Author’s Note 2.0: LISTEN, SHORT HAIR MINGYU IS HANDSOME OKAY. I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY SOME DON’T LIKE IT ON HIM??? LIKE BRO GET YOUR EYES CHECKED. But seriously, it does kill me when I watch Gyu kinda second guess his new hairstyle. Like I know he just laughs it off most times, but I hope the self doubt doesn’t eat him up. I will die defending his short hair. idc.

“Is it bad?” You grimace as soon as Seungcheol releases you from his hug and leads you through the hall.

Cheol laughs, “well…” he stops walking to look at you, “he’s not drunk… yet. But he did get tipsy quite fast.”

“That’s cause he’s also tired,” you reasoned, “but thanks for calling me, I don’t think I’d want him to drive home by himself and—“

“Oh no no,” the leader interrupts, resuming his steps towards the dining area where you could already faintly hear your boyfriend whining, “he asked us to call you. Besides, you know that if he did get drunk, I’d force him to crash here.”

“Oh.”

“Babyyyy!” Mingyu shoots up from his seat and rushes to you with arms wife open when you surface in the room. He was beaming at the sight of you, puppy senses fully kicking in. A faint smell of alcohol and his cologne hits your nose when he bends down and engulfs you in a hug, his face nuzzling deep into your neck.

“Miss you,” he mumbles with a tight squeeze and you run your fingers through his short locks.

“Missed you too, bub. Should we get you home?”

Mingyu pulls you off him to hold you by your shoulders, his lips pursed and eyebrows scrunching, “no no, not yet. Comeeee, join usssss.”

You’re dragged by your tall boyfriend to the dining table, both Seungcheol and Jeonghan giggling but also sending you an apologetic look for the state that Mingyu is in.

“What are we doing?” You question when he offers you chopsticks and shows you all the food on the table.

“We’re celebrating Minghao’s birthday so we have to stay first, okay?” Seungcheol laughs at your boyfriend’s justification.

“Aaaand Hao is where exactly?”

Mingyu shrugs, “dunno. But that’s okay, we called him awhile ago already and we even sang for him on live. Do you want a drink?”

You reach out to stop his hands from pouring the alcohol on the glass, “no i’m good.” He looks at you intently and then decides against convincing you to drink. Instead, he sits back down and wraps his arms around your waist, sighing softly when his head rests on your shoulder.

“You okay, my love?” You ask after kissing the top of his head. “Tired?” He nods against your shoulder and hum an affirmative. “Maybe we should go—“

“Noooo,” your gentle giant whines, a full pout on his lips, making both his hyungs laugh at him.

“Okay, okay.”

“We’re still having fun… well, they’re having fun,” Mingyu gestures towards his two older members with scrunched brows.

You reach your arm up to touch his cheek, caressing his soft skin, “And you’re not?”

“They’re making fun of me.”

“We are not!” Seungcheol denies with a laugh.

“You laughed when the fans called me a potato on live.” The two boys start giggling again, recalling the conversation on the many forms of potatoes Mingyu could represent.

“I also said you were handsome with your short hair,” Cheol added, “the potato comment is just funny!”

Jeonghan, who was seated on Mingyu’s other side, now pokes at your boyfriend’s fingers before snorting with a laugh, “heh. french fries.”

Seungcheol and Jeonghan erupt in laughter much to Mingyu’s chagrin, and you yourself couldn’t help but giggle at the antics of the two boys. Mingyu crosses his arms defiantly, sulking like there’s no tomorrow.

“Oh cmon, Gyu, it’s funny!” The group’s resident trickster calls out.

“Babyyyyyy, protect meeee,” your boyfriend whines, hiding his face on your shoulder. Mingyu was no stranger to being teased by his members, and almost always, he’s a very good sport at taking it all in and staying calm and collected. But the facade easily drops the moment you’re around. He gets to be his true self, a big baby. Your big baby. Luckily for him, the boys listen to you.

“Okay, cut it out, guys,” you call, earning a smile from your boyfriend which immediately drops the next second when you say, “the potato is sad.”

“HEY!” Mingyu’s bottom lip juts out as he scowls at you, not at all impressed by your joke. You leave a kiss on his lips and he tries hard to hide the smile.

“I’m kidding, I don’t even know why they think that. You’re my puppy,” you quickly correct, cupping his cheeks and pecking his lips, “my handsome puppy.” That was enough to have your boyfriend unravel his arms and wrap them around your waist, a huge smile on his face as he leans on your shoulder. He was flustered beyond words. If there was one thing Mingyu agreed on, it’s that he was a puppy.

“You’re so whipped,” Jeonghan states the obvious and while you knew it was directed to your boyfriend, it also felt like it was a jab at you. Eitherway, neither you nor Mingyu denied it. Especially Mingyu. He was deeply in love with you and it was written all over his face.

You settle in nicely to a conversation with the boys, discussing the new cafe that just opened near the Hybe building and talking about the recent broadcast shows they’ve done for the comeback.

With each passing minute, the more Mingyu clings onto you like a koala. Mostly smiling and staring at you with lovestruck eyes that would immediately change into a silly face if you looked back at him. Eventually, his head constantly leaned on your shoulder or his face buried in your neck, relishing in the way your hand would subconciously reach up to run your fingers through his hair or scratch lightly at his scalp. You really loved his shorter hairdo, never missing a chance to compliment him about it. When he had cut his hair, he worried you’d stop running your fingers through them, which is why moments like these, even with his shorter strands, always made him sigh in content.

“What’s wrong?” You quiz when he pulls on your shirt sleeve after you laugh at one of Jeonghan’s jokes, your hands detaching from his hair to give the older member a high five. When you look at Mingyu, his eyes were even more half lidded than earlier, and the bags underneath a little more red and puffy.

“Nothin’,” he feigns but you know what he wants.

“Hmm… you sure you just don’t want my whole attention?” Mingyu scrunches his face in shock, like he’s trying to deny the way you just exposed him. But he doesn’t say anything, and instead, juts out his lower lip for his biggest pout of the night.

You decide to tease him a little bit more and roll your eyes playfully, putting your attention back to two of his brothers who were currently going through funny videos of Minghao.

Mingyu huffs loudly and tugs you closer to him, earning a giggle from you. “Okay big boy, I was only kidding, you have my attention,” he tries to maintain his sulking but fails badly when his lips quirk into a smile after you plant a kiss on them.

“I love you,” he whispers, blushing wildly at his own confession and hiding behind your shoulder blades.

“I love you too, Gyu. But can I bring you home now? You look like you’re about to fall asleep any minute.”

“Nooooo,” Mingyu whines loudly.

You were about to reason but Seungcheol beats you to it, “Mingoo, my hyung’s about to come home now. You guys have to leave soon.”

“See, baby? Cheol needs us out of the house.”

“That’s rude,” he complains, “but his hyung likes me. We can stay.”

You flash Cheol an apologetic look, letting him know you got it under control. Just then, you stand up and bend down to cup Mingyu’s face, forcing him to look at you. “Baby, we have to go. If you fall asleep on me here, you bet I won’t be carrying you home. So choose, big guy, do you want to be beside me in bed tonight? Or beside Seungch—“

“OKAY! BYE HYUNGS!” The 6 foot 2 man shoots up from his chair in full height, not even giving you enough time to process things before he’s pulling at your hand and dragging you out of the dining room, “We’re going. Thank you for the food, Coups hyung!”

“YAH!” Jeonghan scolds, “you said you would bring me home!”

#the title of this fic is actually me to Gyu #svthub #svt #seventeen #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #svt one shot #svt imagine #svt fic #mingyu fluff #mingyu imagine #mingyu fic #mingyu one shot #paula writes ✨#Attention

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tyunphoria · 9 months

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🌪️it’s a scream, BABY ! — h.js

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⚠️NSFW CONTENT⚠️

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ghostface!han jisung x reader

SYPNOSIS: when you thought you finally escaped that psycho who calls himself ghostface . . . think again. he always finds you.

INCLUDES: AFAB reader, ex!bf han jisung, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), slight angst near the end if you squint, SMUTTT, aftercare, ngl kinda rushed oops.

WARNINGS: obsessive behaviour, threatening, mentions of death and murders, han having slight yandere tendencies, DOM!han, fingering, hair pulling, dacryphilia, praise, implied voice kink, knife play, fear play, finger-sucking, rough sex ig idk, begging.

wc: 3.7k

You approach the front door with relief, the aches in your feet swelling after a long day. "I'm home," you call out wearily.

Silence responds. No clattering of dishes from the kitchen, no muffled music from upstairs. Just the low whine of machinery emanating from somewhere.

Frowning, you kick off your heels, biting your lip against the sting of fresh blisters forming at the back of your ankles. Your shoulders slump as you drop onto the couch, its faded pattern doing little to lift your spirits.

Wincing, you massage the ache from your feet, inspecting the angry skin stretched tight over your swollen heels. Exhaustion seeps into your bones as the steady hum of the fan fades into the background. You lean your head back, eyes drifting shut against the gathering gloom. Slipping off your shoes was the first victory of what promises to be a long night ahead.

Laundry, mopping the floor, cleaning out the cupboards; fuck it, that can wait till tomorrow morning.

Sliding the uniform jacket from your shoulders, you sigh with the release of tension. The cool air hits your skin as you unbutton your work blouse, revealing a tank top beneath.

You adjust your skirt, glad to be free of the restrictive waistband and back into casual clothes. Glancing at the clock, you let out a sigh. Your roommate must be still working out late again. So much for a promised and well deserved girl’s night.

For now, though, you tune out the noise and settle further into the couch. Remote in hand, you aimlessly scroll through TV options in search of a mindless distraction. Anything to pull your exhausted mind from the drudgery of the day.

2 years, you frown.

It’s been two years since you’ve moved to seoul after the ghostface attacks from your hometown. You were lucky enough to survive, but the price of your survival was steep. It entailed enduring the loss of friends and family.

Till this day, it’s still a mystery as to who the killer was. Rather, killers as some people theorize.

But you know who he is.

You knew ghostface all too well.

How could you not ? He was the man you once loved and cared for. Until he went batshit insane and claimed to only be doing what’s best for the both of you by killing anyone who came in between your relationship.

You can’t tell the police. You can’t tell anyone. If his name happens to get leaked in the public, you’re the first person he’d go for.

“Stop thinking about him,” you groan, rubbing your temples. He’s probably dead in a ditch somewhere, why stress over it ? You settle on the news channel instead as you slump further into the couch.

“We interrupt your regular programming with breaking news. This is Lee Dae-suk reporting live from the scene. Just moments ago, authorities received a distress call by a janitor from HYBE Co.” you quickly sit up from your seat as you hear these words. That’s where you worked . . .

“Upon arrival, they discovered a chilling scene that has left investigators and the community in shock,” the reporter continues on with how there were two victims from your workplace suffering from injury and were rushed to the er, and the other two were found dead. “. . . the initials G.F. were carved on their chests. Detectives suspect that this traces back to the ghostface attacks of 2021 in [hometown]. We advise all citizens of seoul to be on high alert for potential suspects. Law enforcement officials advises everyone to stay indoors no longer than nine.

We will keep our viewers informed as this case unfolds. We now return to your regular scheduled programming brought to you by—“

You grab the remote and quickly shut off the tv.

“Shit, please f/n, answer your phone,” you gnaw on your nails whilst pacing around the living room. If this is the same ghostface, he must’ve followed you. It would be all your fault for leading him here. The thought makes you sick.

You dial her number again with shaking hands, desperate for an answer.

“Hey—“

“F/n!”

“you’ve reached f/n’s voice mail ! i’ll call you back when—“

“Fuck !” You exclaimed, throwing your phone onto the couch in frustration. The worry and fear is eating you alive. You try calling again and again, each unanswered ring twisting the knot of anxiety in your stomach tighter. With a sigh of defeat, you finally slump down on the couch, cradling your head in your hands.

"She'll be fine...she has to be fine," you say quietly to yourself, taking a slow, steadying breath. But before you can fully calm your racing mind, your phone suddenly rings, the sound jolting through you. Your heart leaps into your throat as you don’t bother checking the caller ID before picking it up with trembling hands.

“Hello ? F/n ?”

- “hey, baby.”

replied a deep, gravelly, modulated voice.

- “miss me ?”

Your breath hitched as you froze. A shiver ran down your spine as your eyes flicker to the open blinds.

“Ghostface.” You acknowledge. From the other line, you could hear him click his tongue in disapproval.

- “I prefer the nickname ‘darling’.”

“What the fuck do you want, Jisung ?” You tried not to show any signs of fear but the slight tremble in your voice says so otherwise.

“What ? Aren’t you gonna go ask me what my favourite scary movie is ?” You made your way in the kitchen as your hand inched to grab a knife.

- “I have a better question. Do you like games, y/n ?”

You pass your index finger between the various knives on the rack, fingers wrapping around the biggest handle.

“Fuck you.”

Jisung can be heard chuckling. His laugh made your stomach twist. What sick bastard thinks all of this is just a game ?

- “Even with that knife in your hand, you’re still as beautiful as ever. And the look of fear in your face ? It’s fucking hot, baby . . .”

You feel your heart starting to race as you flinch and turn around, all your senses now activated.

- “Tell me, are you gonna stab poor ol’ ghostface with that knife ? You aren’t any better from me, y/n.”

He was taunting you and you knew that.

You end the call after telling him that he could go fuck himself before rushing over to the windows and locking them shut. Same goes for the door as well while you clutch the edge of the dinner table as if your body were threatening to collapse.

The phone vibrates in your hand, except this time it wasn’t a call but a notification from the unknown number.

Your hands begin to shake once again as you huff and puff to regain composure, clicking on the notification to reveal a video.

A video of f/n entering her car.

You jumped at another vibration. He’s trying to call you again. The whole situation was frustrating — not only were you scared as shit, also a bit agitated with how he wasn’t just threatening you but your loved ones as well.

You peer down the halls, silently peeking at every room. When you finally accept the call, your heart drops at his words.

- “Hang up on me again, I dare you. I’ll mail this bitch’s head at your door, don’t fucking test me, y/n.”

The violence of his threat burned your eyes but you had no choice but to swallow back your tears. You’d just have to listen, so no one else got hurt. You can’t bear losing anyone—not again . .

“Jisung,” you close your eyes as a shuddered breath escapes your lips. “I’ll listen. I’ll do anything you want, okay ? Just please, don’t hurt anyone.”

He slightly softens at your pleas. Jisung still loves you, with all his heart and he wishes for nothing more than to go back to how things used to be. But he knew better than that, he's already far too deep to return with how he used to be.

- “Such a good girl for me . . . See how easy it is to obey ?”

Despite the fear, you cursed at the way he still had an affect on you. Somewhere in him, it’s still the same Han Jisung you’ve grown to love. The feelings you’ve stored away after all these years were beginning to resurface, and you were ashamed to admit it.

- “hm, what game, what game . . . Have you ever heard of the game hot and cold ?”

You nod, clutching the phone tighter. Words were stuck in your throat and you knew he could see you though he seemed to be dissatisfied.

- “Use your words, beautiful.”

His nicknames are starting to trigger a reaction that you hadn’t expected and felt so guilty. Heat spreads through your body, and shamefully enough, between your legs.

“I have,” you stammer.

- “Alright. Here’s the deal; find me and all of this’ll be over. I’ll leave you alone. Sounds like a plan ?” It seems all too good to be true. Find him and then what ? Will you have to just trust his word and believe that you’ll be finally left alone ?

- “Better start looking, I’m getting impatient here, princess.”

After a few minutes, neither of you spoke. The silence is weighing heavily down on your shoulders. The thought of not knowing where he is and him being able to pop out and slice you at any moment now increased your degree of fear. You walk out of the living room and open your roommate’s door, switching the light on.

- “cold.”

You grumble in response and made your way to your own bed room, eyes landing on the doors of your closet. Hands inching closer to the handles, you hear his breathing become more erratic making you pause.

- “Why’d you stop, baby ? Perhaps I’m in there.”

Your hands trembled as you grab the handles of your closet and pulled it wide open with eyes closed. To your surprise, he wasn’t there.

- “keep looking, sweetheart.” He laughs tauntingly. “Remember, this isn’t some cliche horror movie. The closet, really ?”

- “What's next ? The basement ?”

“Fuck you !” You didn’t wanna play this game anymore. By the time you found him, you’d be dead from a heart attack.

You exit your room and keep walking.

- “still cold.”

Sighing in annoyance, you head for the opposite direction, about to pass the bathroom till he spoke.

- “warmer.”

Taking a deep breath, the door creaks open as you step inside, flicking the light switch on. You inch closer to the shower curtain, letting out a tiny whimper.

- “You’re getting so warm. Very good, baby.”

You never had a thing for praise till now and let me just say that shit made your knees buckle. You wish you could just tell him to stop messing with you, the whole situation itself was already confusing enough.

- “Now you’re boiling.”

You grip the shower curtain and throw it open.

Nothing.

Absolutely, nothing.

“Bastard,” you groan. “Show yourself, asshole ! I’ll beat the shit out of you !“

- “hey now, no need to get violent. Keep talking to me like that and I’ll fuck that attitude out of you,” han spat.

“I’m done with your shit. Grow a pair and come at me, why don’t you ?” You held your phone tightly in your hand you could’ve crushed it. You head to the kitchen and grab a glass of water to soothe your dry throat. You laugh in realization, “I doubt you’re even here. God, I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I fell for it. How else could you send the video if her work’s like miles and miles away ?”

- “you asked for it. No backing out, ‘kay babe ?”

You pause. “What ?”

You immediately drop the glass along with your phone as a gloved hand reaches from behind to clasp over your mouth. Letting out a muffled scream, you thrash in his grasp, reaching to grab the knife from the counter but his free hand swiftly takes hold of both of your wrists and binding them behind your back as the masked man hunches you over the counter.

“Surprise, y/n.”

Tears blur your vision with your screams and whimpers getting muffled by jisung’s glove. He lets go, giving you some time to catch your breath.

“Let go, jisung !”

He inhales audibly, bringing you tight against him. “Scared, sweetheart ? I know you want this as much as I do . . . Think I didn’t notice the way you were practically soaking wet with just my voice ?” His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak. “Such a naughty, naughty girl.”

The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen. A moan threatens to leave your mouth but you manage to bite your lip. His hand inches lower, slipping through the waistband of your shorts, clenching your thighs to refrain from giving him access.

“Open those legs for me, pretty girl,” he clicks his tongue, getting impatient.

“Burn in hell.”

With that little comment, he rips off your shorts along with your lacy panties. A new complaint comes from the back of your throat and you start to squirm and thrash again, unconsciously moving your ass against his clothed cock to push him away.

He snickers, keeping you pinned on the counter. “Impatient, are we ?” He lifts his robe and tugs his sweatpants down. Han jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick.

“I missed you,” he rips his mask off, trailing kissing along your neck while he taps the flat of the knife against your cheek. “So fucking much . . .”

“What do you want ?” You gulp, melting in his tight embrace. God, you missed this. You missed him.

“You.” He rolls his eyes, “thought it was pretty obvious, but guess i have to spell it out.”

Han lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and stomach, applying more pressure afterwards to slice your tank top open. The cold air hitting your hardened nipples and the knife lightly dragging along your breasts made you gasp and arch your back against him.

He teases your cunt with the handle, dragging the object along your folds as he circles your clit with it. “Like that, sweetheart ?”

You moan as he smiles at the cry he drew from you.

“Use your words, baby,”

You took a shaky breath, hips swaying. “Fuck you, han jisung.”

He plasters on an amused smile as he shoves the handle in your cunt.

“I really gotta fix that nasty attitude of yours.” He says, taking his glove off.

He replaces the handle with his fingers, gently curling them as he moves it in and out your sopping pussy. You draw out a long whine, legs trembling and you could barely keep yourself up. “Oh god…. Fuck, jisung….”

The cute noises you were making encourages him to keep going as he picks up the pace, thrusting his fingers harder and deeper.

His other hand reaches up and closes his fist around your throat, scissoring his fingers inside of you. You’re reaching for logic, for dignity, but everywhere there’s only him.

Your moans were getting louder and louder at each plunge of his fingers, deciding ‘fuck it’ since it felt too good to stop now. His thumb pressed your clit in a delicious way which brought a familiar sensation in your lower belly. The coil in your stomach tightens painfully.

Han grins at this, knowing you were close.

He purposely pulls his fingers out before your release, suddenly feeling empty as a long string of curses and whines spill from your lips.

“Seriously ? Literally what the fuck—“

Han silences you by pushing the two fingers into your mouth.

His fingers skillfully venture deeper into your throat. The slight pressure causes you to choke momentarily, a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration flooding your senses. Your lips form a tight seal around his fingers, tongue swirling and sucking on them as the primal desire to please him fuels your actions while you greedily lapped your tongue.

His mouth, warm and eager, delicately explored the tender flesh of your neck beneath his lips. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, breath hitching in anticipation as he lines himself up against your entrance.

Moaning, you can’t help but impatiently grind against him

“What’s wrong baby ?” Han releases his fingers from your mouth as you gasp for air. “want my cock instead ?”

You nod eagerly.

His grip on your hip tightens as he tugs your hair back, eliciting a curt hiss from your hips. “Words, y/n.”

“Yes . . Please, I want you so bad, please fuck me.”

“Good girl.” He wastes no time sheathing and snapping himself inside of you, his thrust knocking the wind out of your lungs. He swears quietly, feeling how soft your walls were pulsing around him — warm and perfect, everything he missed over the past few years. You choke on your words, eyes fogging with tears as you slur out random sentences.

He grunts, starting off slow. “Thought I stretched you out pretty good but you’re still so goddamn tight. When was the last time you fucked someone, pretty baby ?”

Han deepens his strokes but keeps a teasingly slow pace. “Pl—Please, Jisung-ah …. go faster.” You sniffle, pathetically begging for his cock at this point. It hurt too much. You needed him more than ever.

“Where's the girl who was telling me to burn in hell a couple of minutes ago ?” He laughs and grabs your jaw to turn and face him, “you look better so needy for me like that . . Now, answer my question.” A groan leaves your mouth as his grip gets tighter.

“Since you left !” You sob as he rocks his hips faster, quickly fucking into your heat. “I haven’t found anyone as good as you, jisung-ah—“

He grins, roughly pinning you down on the counter. It was the answer he exactly wanted to hear.

You gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, beginning to see stars as he brings a hand around to the front, running a finger against your swollen clit.

Moving inside of you at a nearly brutal pace, as you feel your release come closer and closer. He feels it too with the way you tighten around him. “M’cumming,” you whine, but he doesn’t stop. Then you came, walls clenching around him as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs tremble under the intensity, tapping on his arm for him to let you breathe for a second.

His hands grab your waist and uses it as leverage to thrust into you, leaving you little to no time to at least catch your breath. You try to speak but another one of his hard thrusts trigger a loud moan.

“Doing so well for me, baby. Think you can cum a second time ?” You moan brokenly, unable to respond. Your tongue hangs from your swollen lips and your throat feels dry. You never expected being fucked silly by the one and only han jisung ever again but here we are. You feel selfish for not wanting it to end and for wanting to be with him again.

He pulls you up and flips you around, hungrily smashing his lips against yours as if he’s been waiting to finally taste and have you all to himself for decades.

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“I hate you,” you groan as he lays you down on the soft mattress of your bed. “so fucking much.” Han only ever grins in response as he wipes away the cum trickling down your inner thighs.

You can barely move. You can’t even twitch a single finger.

Your limbs were sore and it was all his fault.

Summoning the last ounce of strength within you, you deliver a knee to his abdomen, eliciting a deep grunt from his lips. A look of mild annoyance crosses his face as he settles down beside you, encircling your waist with his strong arm. He presses his face into the soft curve of your neck, his fingertips tracing soothing circles along the tender flesh of your thighs.

“I missed you,”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

You didn’t respond to that.

Suddenly, your lips meet in a sweet collision, a mingling of desire and longing. The taste of anticipation linger on your tongues as Han’s kisses began soft and tender, gentle brushes of lips that convey a depth of emotion words could never capture. With each meeting of your mouths, your passion ignites, growing more fervent, more urgent.

His hand cradles your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline, while your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the ardor of your embrace. Your mouths moved in perfect synchronicity, exploring and claiming, as if they were trying to memorize every contour, every taste.

The moment is abruptly shattered by the piercing wail of police sirens echoing just outside the house. Panic grips your heart, forcing you to acknowledge the harsh reality that the person you love is still a criminal; a killer.

With a heavy sigh, he gently drapes the covers over your form, shielding you from the impending chaos. Reluctantly, he pulls himself away, but not without leaving a lingering kiss upon your trembling lips, as if to imprint his love upon you, even in the face of uncertainty.

"Y/n?!" A familiar voice calls out from outside, the voice of your roommate.

His lips press against your forehead, his touch both comforting and fleeting. Your fingers instinctively cling to his sleeve, desperately trying to hold onto the moments you have shared.

"Wait, Jisung..." you plead, your voice laced with apprehension and longing. Your thumbs nervously fiddle with each other, betraying the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.

A mischievous smile plays upon his lips as he leans closer, his voice a whispered reassurance. "Will you come back?" The thought of losing him again scared you.

"It isn’t that easy to get rid of me," he smiles cheekily as he opens the window sill, "Don't miss me too much.

“Remember, whether you like it or not, I'll always find you."

a/n: the amount of times ive watched all of the scream movies (esp 1, 4, and 6) is not healthy</3

also, han jisung brain rot wkjanjanw

this was honestly supposed to be a two part with minsung but i decided against it idk kinda wanna do more ghostface aus with ateez or something

like im boutta write some ethan landry x readers cus lemme js say 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

#reader insert #stray kids #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung smut #kpop oneshots #kpop smut #stray kids smut #ghostface au #x reader

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soap-ify · 5 months

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nsfw below , MDNI

just thinking about how johnny catches you listening to one of those porn audios.

cw fem!reader, HORRIBLE ATTEMPT AT SCOTTISH ACCENT, filming a nsfw audio, ass smacking (he LOVES ass), pussy easing, p in v, just pure filth — 1.4k words.

johnny saw you on the couch inside the small, cozy apartment you both lived in, your cheeks warm due to blood rushing to them while your fingers mindlessly fiddled with the hem of your shorts, eyes darted elsewhere — purely lost in your thoughts. your earphones were nicely snug in your ear, your breathing a bit heavy and quick while your phone was placed upside down on your lap, causing him to get very curious. just what could be riling you up so much?

he sneakily got behind you, leaning in a bit closer. that's when he heard some muffled sounds coming from your earphones — familiar noises of moans and skin slapping against one another. his brows knitted in amusement, a wolfish grin plastering on his lips as he stared at your side profile, unnoticed by you. dirty little minx, he thought to himself.

he swiftly removed your earphones from your ears, causing you to flinch in surprise and look at him, eyes widening up. "j...johnny?" you squeaked out in embarrassment, trying to squirm away though his rough hands had already caught your wrists, effortlessly pulling you onto his lap.

"didnae ken my lass liked to listen to that filthy stuff." he chuckled cheekily, his hands letting your wrists go and instead grabbing onto your waist, making you properly sit on his lap, chests pressed against one another.

you whined in protest, feeling too exposed due to your boyfriend catching your little secret. "i-i wasn't!" you blatantly lied, already regretting it once his hand came in contact with your plush ass, smacking it through the fabric of your shorts.

"shut it." he growled into your ear, lightly nipping on your earlobe, causing you to shiver on his lap. both of his hands began to fondle your soft ass, his face burying into the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning against your skin.

"say... wanna try makin' one of 'em with me?" he grinned.

that's how you found yourself inside your shared bedroom, clumsily balanced on your knees and hands, all bare and shivering due to the cool air from the air conditioner caressing your skin. johnny was behind you, knelt down on the bed while his rough hands held your hips in place, face buried in between your legs, mouth latched onto your puffy clit as he nibbled on it gently, earning soft whimpers from you.

he was recording it all. an audio recording app was turned on his phone, which was placed on the nightstand. the audio quality may turn out to be crappy in the end, but he didn't fucking care.

"all mine, eh?" he muffled against your cunt, fingernails digging into your plush skin while his tongue licked long stripes on your aching folds, sucking and slurping, making obscene noises as if he was a starving man eating his last meal. when you nodded shyly in agreement, he clicked his tongue and raised his right hand to gently smack your ass. "use yer words, lassie. want 'em all to hear ye moanin' like the needy wee thing ye are." he sneered.

"mmh—! yeah, all yours, johnny..." you managed to moan out, eyes all glossy with unshed tears due to how insanely filthy yet good it felt. after all, you would have never thought even in a million years that you would film one of those dirty audios. but here you are now.

he chuckled under his breath, continuing to work on your cunt — rolling your sensitive clit with his tongue and sucking on it gently while his nose was pressed against your entrance in this position, your legs trembling profusely, indicating your arriving orgasm.

"johnny—! so close, please..." you pathetically sobbed, your torso slumping down as you buried your face against the soft pillow, squelching sounds of your cunt being eaten out filling up the room.

johnny didn't stop, continuing to use his tongue on your puffy clit until you couldn't take it anymore, clenching around nothing as you came hard with a whiny moan, body convulsing in pleasure as your sweet cum dripped onto his tongue, causing him to groan in satisfaction, hungrily lapping it all up and tasting it. "fuck— so tasty, eh? ye love me eatin' ye out, right? love my tongue playin' with yer clit, shoving it in yer tight hole. fuckin' filthy." he chuckled softly as he pulled away from your cunt, chin wet with your juices, speaking so lewdly and words descriptive for the goddamn audio you both were filming.

you sniffled, ass still raised up while your chest rose and fell, hair sticking to your face as your head tilted back to look at him, seeing that shit-eating grin on his lips. "yes, johnny..." she babbled out, mind foggy from the pleasure.

"aw, look at ye. all mushy now." johnny cooed softly, pressing soft kisses on the back of your thighs, his stubble tickling your skin, causing a relaxed sigh to leave your lips. his hands would slowly tug down his sweatpants alongside his briefs, freeing his girthy cock that was already swollen with need, tip angrily flushed red and smeared with his precum.

"god... got my cock all hard. that's what ye do t'me, lassie..." he breathed out, shifting behind you so his cock was now aligned with your slick folds, his hands holding onto your waist. he would lean forward, nudging the tip of his cock with your entrance. earning a muffled noise from you.

"hush, easy..." he grunted, gently pushing the tip of his cock into your tightness, shuddering at the way your walls instantly clenched around him, trying to suck him in. "such a needy wee thing ye are, tryin' to suck my cock in with your tight cunt. been waitin' for this all day, huh? been imaginin' me fillin' ye up as ye listened to those audios of yers?" he licked his bottom lip, gently pushing his length around you. he was so fucking thick, shaft stretching your cunt nice and wide. once he was fully inside you, he let out a groan of pleasure, hand reaching out to gently caress the back of your head, royal blue eyes adoring the arch of your back.

you moaned sweetly once he began thrusting his cock in and out of your, tip slamming against your cervix without even trying. filthy slippery noises filled up the bedroom, air thickening up as his hips rutted against yours, your walls fluttering around him.

"johnny—! mmph..." your words soon turned into incomprehensible babbles, face nuzzled against the pillow while your drool dampened the fabric up, your hands clutching onto the sheets beneath you. felt so fucking good. each thrust made your eyes roll back, lips part open while he bullied his girthy cock into you, feeling it twitch inside your wetness.

"bloody hell... so close, lassie. want me to fill ye up?" he groaned, earning a quick nod from you. his grip tightened on your waist as he maintained the deep, sensual thrusts of his cock, one hand reaching in between your legs to fiddle with your aching clit. you were so close too to another orgasm, tongue slightly stuck out as loud whimpers left you.

soon your climax had hit you again, even more mind-numbing then before as you squeezed around his girth hard, a white ring forming around his shaft. he groaned in pleasure, that tight squeeze driving him to edge as waves of pleasure hit him like a truck, his balls tightening up before he released his thick ropes of cum inside your poor cunt, a shaky moan escaping his lips.

his thrusts slowed down but didn't stop yet, gently pushing the cum in and out of you, watching some of it drip down and stain the sheets. he will have to clean it later.

"fuckin' gorgeous... did so good f'me." he panted heavily, his fingers running through your hair as you tilted your head to look at him again, eyes all teary and lips wet from drool, cheeks flushed — looking all fucked.

he carefully slipped out of you, gently cupping your face in his hands as his lips met yours, kissing you with so much care. he grabbed his phone after that, grinning in victory as he stopped the recording. "gonna upload it later." he laughed teasingly, causing you to giggle sheepishly, trembling hands weakly swatting against his chest.

it was safe to say that the filthy audio you both had made had blown up on reddit, and it only encouraged johnny even further to make more of these with you.

#frothing at the mouth #soap is such a perv #but he loves you !!!#soap x reader #soap cod #soap mactavish #john mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #cod x reader #cod smut #call of duty #call of duty x reader #rurufic

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stairain · 11 months

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Jealous Girl.

Requested by @saturnstringz

Catching Spencer talking to another woman wasn’t exactly ideal, but thankfully you know just how to handle him.

Warnings: Sub Spencer, ropes, orgasm denial, overstimulation, vibrator, degradation, begging, titles (Ma’am)

WC: 2.4K

“So who is she?”

Your voice rings loud in his ears, bouncing off the walls of the silent cold room. Shaking his head, Spencer strains against the thick rope that has him tied to the hard metal chair you’ve got him bound to.

The cold material is unforgiving against his sweating skin, and he has to swallow in order to not choke on his words the moment he opens his mouth.

“N-No one.. She’s no one, please. Please let me cum.”

One of your hands is lazily pumping his poor neglected cock. You had been edging him for over an hour at this point. The tip was a burning hot red, spilling precum with each pass your palm granted him. He twitched in his ropes, trying to push his hips forward just the littlest bit so he could actually feel your touch, instead of it just barely grazing where he needed it most.

If there were some things you would expect from Spencer, it would be to never be caught dead without his ring on, or to never let Google explain anything better than he could. But catching him being friendly with another woman at the mall while you were shopping for a new dress was not on that list.

You had kept it together just fine until you arrived home. The car ride back was silent, with a few desperate attempts from him to break the tension, in which you ignored him entirely. He fidgeted in the passenger seat as his heart pounded in his chest, knowing exactly what awaited him when the two of you pulled into the driveway.

So when you dragged him into the house and aggressively sat him down on a chair with threatening eyes that dared him to move, it wasn’t much of a surprise.

So here you were, sitting in front of the poor man, taking your sweet time bringing him to his impending orgasm just to rip it away from him the moment it became just enough. Tears brimmed his eyes and his mouth was never closed for more than a few seconds at a time.

“What’d you guys talk about, hm? Seemed like you were having quite some fun.”

Your tone was dangerous, filled with a toxin that shook him to his core. His mouth went dry and you relished in the way his cock jumped in your gentle hold.

“She was flirting with you, wasn’t she?”

You weren’t even giving him the chance to speak, but he knew better than that anyway. Your grip around him tightens and quickly strokes over the sensitive head, making him jolt in surprise. His lips part in a silent moan as you torture him further.

“I could tell.. You get that blush on your face, the same one that’s always there whenever anyone flirts with you. The one that tells me how much you enjoy it, tells me how much of a whore you are.”

Spencer shudders at your words, and his eyes cross as he frantically shakes his head. His disheveled hair fans in front of his face, covering his blissed out expression of pain and pleasure.

“I-I’m.. I’m not.”

He tries to argue, in which you just deal a painfully hard squeeze to the tip of his cock. His entire body shakes, and if it weren’t for the ropes that held him flush against the chair, he would’ve doubled over, body folding in half in a desperate attempt to get you off of him.

“Now we’re lying, are we? As if talking to that woman wasn’t enough for you.”

With a disapproving shake of your head, you begin to stroke him again. Your pace returns to the same rushed rhythm you had adopted this entire time. Spencer writhed in your hold and couldn’t seem to catch his breath as pathetic whimpers and moans spill from his mouth and into the warm air that surrounds him.

You were no doubt rubbing the skin of his shaft raw, the last droplets of spit that you had so generously drooled down onto his cock now long gone.

“Please.. Please ma’am, I need to cum, need to..”

He whines miserably, feeling the deep pit in his stomach fill with that same irresistible arousal he always got when he was about to burst. His balls were heavy against the seat, full up and just begging for a release. The lewd shlicking of your hand smearing his precum all over his dick only distracted him further.

Tilting your head to the side and biting your lip in contemplation, your hand speeds up.

“But, I don’t think you deserve it, baby.”

Spencer’s eyes practically pop out of his head at your cruel admittance. And despite telling he couldn’t cum, the quick strokes of your palm alluded otherwise. He’s sputtering, twitching in his binds and trying to pull his cock away from you.

“P-Please, please please.. I need it so bad, just let me cum. You have to, you need to.”

Hot tears stream from his eyes and down his reddened cheeks, dripping across his jaw as he tries his absolute hardest to hold back for you. His eyes roll back into their sockets and squeeze shut as you feel him start to shallowly thrust into your tight fist.

Your hand works him past the point of return, and he can’t help but fuck up into your grip. Sliding against your rough palm, using every gush of precum as an aid to bring him to completion.

“Ma’am.. M—Please I c- I can’t.”

On one hand, he wanted to be good for you and not explode in your fist, no doubt making you even angrier at him. But on the better hand, yours was working him so well that he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer.

Seeming to ignore his words, not even acknowledging them, you just continue your efforts to make him fall apart. You have an uninterested look on your face, like you’d rather be anywhere else but here.

Spencer throws his head back against the top of the chair and grits his teeth, inhaling sharply as an absolutely guttural and broken moan rips through his throat.

A torrent of thick, sticky cum shoots up through your fist, spilling over the sides of your fingers and down to the base of his shaft. He’s being absolutely wrecked by the not so unexpected orgasm. Body spasming and eyes watering.

Every expanse of his skin is covered with his fluids. Down his cheeks pours a flood of regretful tears, salty sweat dripping down his chest and temples, and hips positively soaked with his release.

He shakes his head and tries to apologize, but all that comes out are desperate sobs of “I’m sorry” or “Didn’t meant to.”

But the way your hand continues to move serves as enough of a rude awakening, and he chokes back another cry as he looks down at you with his eyebrows skewed into an expression of confusion.

“W-What are.. What are you doing?”

His broken voice calls out to you, begging you to pay some sort of attention to his wrecked form. All he gets is a quiet, dismissive hum as you toy with his mess.

Your fist drags up and down his soaked cock as if it were your job, smearing his cum all over your fingers and his still rock hard cock.

With another desperate plea, Spencer’s thighs shake and he tries to jerk his hips away from your hold, but to no avail.

“P-Please.. Please stop. I ca—I can’t.”

The wind has been knocked out of his lung, all of the air traveling right up to that little brain of his. As obscure facts about ancient civilizations and his newest solution to a decade old murder all dissolve into a dizzy flurry of you.

The way you’re looking up at him through those lashes of yours, piercing eyes boring a hole right into the center of his forehead. The way one hand splays across the expanse of his pelvis and the other works its way up and down his poor abused cock, it’s all too much.

With the shake of your head, you only force him to fuck your fist even faster and harder now. The gross noise of his cum slapping against the base of his shaft and the squishing of your fingers squeezing around him brutally are all he can possibly think about.

That and begging you to just let up already. He’s learned his lesson, hasn’t he?

Not even close.

“I s-swear. I-I’ll be good now, I promise. Please just—just stop.”

Spencer’s voice breaks an astonishing amount of times throughout his words, and you don’t hold back the evil laugh that you let out. He seems to crumble in on himself upon hearing it.

“What kind of punishment is letting you cum, Spence? The kind you want from her?”

He winced at the mention of anyone else during a time like this. He was only focused on you, and just hoping you’d show him some semblance of remorse.

The overstimulation was very quickly taking over his entire self. He tried so hard to meet your dark gaze as you looked up and he looked down, but with the way his eyes kept crossing and fluttering back into their lids, he just couldn’t.

You grab him at the head and squeeze, making a rather large fish of precum spill over the top of your fist. Spencer writhes under your hold and curses under his breath.

The all too familiar pit was beginning to take its toll on him again, and if his heart that was beating 100 miles a minute didn’t let you know he couldn’t handle another orgasm so soon, nothing would.

“Please, I-I can’t take it.”

You click your tongue a few times and move your other hand so now both of them are pumping relentlessly up and down his cock. A wanton moan slips its way through his lips, echoing off the walls that’d sob if they were alive.

“Oh but baby, you were just begging for more. What happened?”

If he could, he’d roll his eyes at the plastic tone in your voice. The faux innocence and concern laced in it was enough to make him scoff at you as you cruelly toyed with him.

But instead, his brown locks jerk as he frantically shakes his head, whimpering in defeat. When he looks down to you and you meet his gaze, more tears well up in his big round eyes. In which you just click your tongue once more and let your hand travel to his tip.

“Oh you’re fine, stop that.”

His hands clench and pull at the ropes, maybe in a last feeble endeavor to free himself, or in a pathetic attempt to hold himself back. Either way, neither work the second you flatten your hand and press the palm of it up against the leaking head.

Moving one hand up and down the shaft, the other circles the surface of the palm over the sensitive hole. His eyes stutter as they roll back into his skull, and his mouth quivers as it has no other choice but to fall open and let his throat do the work.

Bordering a scream, the moan that leaves his lips has you grinning like a madman. His thighs shake underneath you and he sputters out something resembling a warning.

“D-Don’t. Don’t. Oh fuck, oh fuck.. I-I’m..”

Spencer’s head dips down so low his chin almost kisses the sweat-slicked skin of his sternum, and he squeezes his eyes shut so hard that thick tears drop down on his stomach. His hips stutter and his cock twitches as he can’t possibly resist the urge to just give into you finally.

With one last sob, his lower body lifts from the chair and he’s gushing everywhere. The first spurt hits your palm directly, spilling over the sides of his shaft as you’re still circling your hand over him. The second shoots into the air the moment you remove said hand from him. And the third bursts across his entire body, traveling all the way up to where it catches against his sharp jawline.

Spencer grits his teeth and pants through the tight corners, succumbing to the intense pleasure that’s proven itself more than enough. He’s hiccuping and shaking as his sobs wrack through his ruined frame.

His hair sticks to his forehead and he whines as he feels his release pooling around the dips in his waist, and the space where his thighs are parted.

Thankfully this time, you’ve removed your hands from his person as you watch him tremble in front of you. He’s made a mess of himself and on himself, but you’re not quite satisfied.

You lean forward a bit and rest your cheek on his knee, looking up at him with an innocent expression, as if you didn’t just break him.

“How long did you talk to that woman, Spence? I know you know.”

The man shudders and shakes his head a little before answering, almost immediately regretting even answering you the second he sees your face contort into that same evil smile.

“Five minutes.”

You sigh and the smile never leaves your face as you stand up and almost too joyfully walk over to your dresser.

Spencer’s pulse rings in his ear, the blood finally rushing back through his body as he begins to feel his cock soften. His eyes flutter close as he allows himself to relax after two orgasms in a row, but the moment he opens his eyes to find you standing over him with a bright purple vibrator in your hands, his heart drops.

“I-What?”

He nervously laughs, eyes darting around as if begging someone to save him, even though you both knew it was just the two of you.

“Five minutes you said?”

Your finger flicks against a single button, and the buzzing of the toy taunts him as he watches it shake in your hand.

“Then that means three more orgasms, and you’re free to go.”

Spencer’s breath staggers and he shakes his head, twisting his wrists and knees in one last pathetic attempt to make a run for it.

“W-Wait, please. You can't be serious.”

His voice breaks and you can already see the fresh tears beginning to bloom in his eyes. With a shrug, you fall back down to your knees in front of him.

You press the buzzing toy right against the sensitive underside of his already hardening cock, rolling your eyes when he cries out and whines immediately.

“Shut it, Spence. You had your fun, now it’s my turn.”

#spencer reid #spencer x reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader smut #sub spencer reid #sub!spencer #sub spencer x reader #sub!spencer reid

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writingsbymo-mo · 5 months

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I'm not Alcoholic

Drunk!Rindou x Reader

Contains: fluff, drunken shenanigans, Ran being a worried older brother as he should

Summary: you got off late from work, head to the convenience store near your apartment. What you didn't expect was the surprise you'd have when you get home.

"Sigh...another night of cup noodles. Least they had my favorite tonight."

You were finally on your way home from work, having to take some overtime to finish up a few things. Just another typical day. You were glad you had the next couple days off to rest instead of slaving away with minimal pay. "I need to find a new job," you sighed, clutching your bag from the combini, strolling briskly to your apartment.

As soon as you approached the building, you opened your bag, digging your keys out with a minor struggle but you managed to find them. "Phew, now I don't have to break a window....eeeh, nevermind." You shook your head, arriving at your door when you dropped your bag and keys in a panic. "R-Rindou!"

You scrambled over to him, reaching out to touch his forehead. He was hot to the touch, face flushed crimson when you noticed a subtle sweet smell coming from his breaths. Ah, of course.

Arms suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you against his heater of a body, slurring his speech as he said your name. "Mmmine...."

"Rin!" You squeaked. A rush of warmth blossomed in your cheeks. You tried wriggling your way out of his hold but of course, his firm arms were too strong to move even in his current state. "C-can we go inside please?"

His arms slumped as soft snores left his lips. Somehow, it's like he understood...maybe? Doesn't matter. You stood up quickly, grabbing your keys and unlocked the door. "Rin....Rindou...pst, Rindou," you shook his shoulder, mumbling his name. His eyes cracked open, hiccupping and smiling at you. "Shoo pretty."

You smiled and shook your head, hoisting him up from under his shoulder, "thanks Rin, let's get you inside and something to drink, ok?"

He stumbled and swayed, giving you a hard time keeping your balance, walking him to the couch. You set him down, lifting his legs onto the cushions. "I'll go get you some water. Rin," you turned around and muttered under your breath, "and give Ran a quick text. Bet he's worried sick."

With a glass in hand, you filled it up with cold water. 'I should get him something to eat too,' You thought, 'guess I'll be making two cup noodles.'

While you let the water heat up, you stepped back into the living space and nearly dropped the glass. "R-RINDOU?!"

"Wwhaaat?" He whined. His arms were folded across his chest as he stretched his legs out on the couch in splits....with nothing on, giving you a full view of himself.

"W-why did you take your clothes off?" You placed the glass on the table next to the couch.

"Tooo *hic* waaarm..."

"I'll get the fan," you picked the glass back up, handing it to him, "this will help you in the meantime." You smiled, kissing him atop his head.

Soon, he began to feel better. His snores filled the room as you placed a blanket over him. You didn't have the mental capacity to think about explaining why he's naked under the covers. That's a problem for tomorrow you. With quiet steps, you got into bed and fell asleep.

A few hours into the night, you were woken up to something pressing into your back. Something warm. Something that smelled subtly like sandalwood. "R-Rindou," you croaked through your tired and dry throat. "What are you doing in here?" He grumbled into your ear, nuzzling into your neck as his hot breath sent tingles down your spine. You sighed in defeat. You knew he wouldn't wake up in this state nor could you escape his grasp. All you could do now is try to fall back to sleep. "Goodnight Rin. Please don't scream when you wake up..."

Bright rays of the morning sun illuminated your room. You cracked your eyes open and yawned with the stretch of your limbs. A deep, tired groan entered your ears as Rindou stirred awake. "Fuck...," he lifted his head, gripping his forehead.

"Need something for that hangover?"

He jolted back, eyes wide as his mouth hung open. "H-how did—WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!!"

"You stripped them off when you got too hot...they're uh...still in the other room..." you blushed and looked away, twiddling your thumbs. "Do you usually do that when you're drunk?"

He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "It's not the first time it's happened...did I—"

"No, you just went to sleep. Don't worry. Actually...I did find you outside my door when I got home. You scared me, Rin! I was worried you got sick or maybe Ran got mad at you over something..." you looked down with a small pout, releasing a heavy sigh, "just glad you're safe."

Rindou placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling you against his bare chest. "Sorry, love," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. You hummed, closing your eyes as you basked in his warmth. "Oh, when you head back...um...you kind of owe Ran for keeping him up almost all night..."

"Fuck.......better get the usual...."

"Sorry, Rin..."

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Ring....ring.....

Ran: —is Rindou there?!

You: Yeah...he uh...fell asleep at my door...and is now on the couch.

Ran: Sigh...that little shit...he owes me for keeping me up this late...

You: Haha, yeah. Knew you'd be worried.

Ran: ...yeah...at least I know he's safe and I don't have to bail him out.

You: Oh! Uhhhh....does Rin usually...strip when he gets drunk?

Ran: I'm starting to believe that's a yes.

You: Ummm, and what's that supposed to mean, Ran?

Ran: I've only seen this happen a couple times when he's shitfaced drunk. Woke me up playing his mixes and found him jamming in commando...

Yiu: pffft ahahha! Oh...my god...he didn’t!

Ran: Oh, he fucking did. Threw a pillow in his face and told him to go the fuck to sleep!

You tried to hold in your laughter but to no avail, you cackled into the phone.

You: That's fucking hilarious! But anyway, I'll tell him you owe him when he wakes up. See ya.

Ran: Mmhmm.

Click

"Sorry Rin but it looks like you'll be making a stop before you head home tomorrow..."

#rindou being a bit silly #tokyo revengers #haitani rindou #ran haitani #haitani ran #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #haitani rindou x reader #rindou x reader #tok rev #tokyo revengers x reader #do not interrupt ran's sleep #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers fanfiction

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gojossocks · 5 months

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Gojo x reader

Genre: fluff, comedy

Summary: you’re watching the final episode of Attack on Titan. Fully captivated with the anime and clearly simping over your favorite fictional character, your boyfriend throws a silly tantrum.

WC: 1.3k

a/n: I hope jjk and aot fans' mental health is okay, here is a fic to make up for the shibuya arc and aot's final ep :")

Gojo Satoru has always been insufferable, it is a known fact to everyone in Jujutsu High. He had been more insufferable this past week, though.

He had been complaining to his bestfriends about you and Suguru swears that he might shave his whole head or commit murder as a result of his insanity. Being the receiving end of Gojo’s relentless antics can make you go crazy like that.

Suguru’s sitting on his best friend’s couch, doing the paper that both of them should be doing. Instead, Satoru has been whining endlessly about you, claiming that you aren’t giving him attention anymore since you got hyped for the last episode of your favorite anime show, Attack on Titan.

“Satoru,” he sighs, rubbing his temples. “It’s normal for our age to be obsessed over shows. She’s not cheating on you, stop being dramatic.”

“I know but all she does is talk about it!” Satoru crosses his arms over his chest before huffing, glaring at your poor Levi plushie. “Especially that shorty over there.”

“You’re right, Satoru. Maybe she does love Levi over you.” Suguru smirks at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes which earned a sharp look from his best friend.

“OH shut the fuck up Sugu-”

Satoru’s rant came to an abrupt halt when his door swung open. You rushed to him, pulling him in a tight embrace. Caught off guard, Satoru stiffened for a moment before tentatively wrapping his arms around you, rubbing your back in a soothing pattern. His eyes widened when you started to sob, staining his shirt with your tears.

(Suguru pretends he is non-existent in Satoru’s apartment)

He couldn’t understand anything you’re saying because you’re sobbing and your voice is muffled with his shirt so he pulls away and looks at you worriedly, concern etching his features. “What’s wrong, babe? What happened?”

He gently scoops you into his arms, settling on the couch with you nestled on his lap.

“It’s over, Eren’s dead.” you mumbled, your voice laden with the aftermath of the episode . He couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter that quickly died down when he saw your puffy eyes and the glare you shot his way. He halted his amused look when he noticed you pulling away but his grip on you remained still, preventing you from escaping.

He grins at you, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here.” He assures you, his voice soothing. “Let’s get some ice cream and cuddle all day, yeah?”

Satoru couldn’t help but to revel in the sensation of having your undivided attention, you just look so cute with your pout as you look at him with puppy eyes. The grip you have on him when he soothes you didn’t go unnoticed by him too. His eyes flickered to Suguru, who shook his head begrudgingly on the other side of the couch before returning to his work.

“It’s such a shame, ‘Toru. I’m gonna miss Levi so much, my pretty pretty baby girl.” you cooed, your eyes fixed on your phone. Satoru’s eyebrows shot up in confusion before your words registered in his brain.

“HA?!” He exclaimed and glanced over, only to find out that your lock screen wallpaper has been changed. No longer was it graced by Satoru’s cheeky grin as he stole a kiss from you, it had now been replaced by Levi ackerman. You constantly talking about your fictional ‘husband’ annoys your boyfriend but setting him as a wallpaper?! That is so low. You’ve done it now.

Satoru looks at you in disbelief, his eyes wide in bewilderment. “Y/N! How could you betray your boyfriend like that?! It’s a show, he’s not real. He’s not your baby girl. I am!”

A giggle escapes your lips as you look up at him“You’re my baby girl?” you teased.

“That’s not the point.” He complains. “Why don’t you dote on your boyfriend instead? I’m clearly more attractive and taller than Remy or whatever that guy’s name is.”

“Satoru, you’ve read the manga. You know who Levi is.” Suguru chimed in, emitting a groan from your boyfriend.

“Shut up Suguru! I thought you were on my side!”

The next day, you were surprised when Satoru didn’t accompany you to school as usual. Throughout your shared class, he was uncharacteristically quiet. Not to mention that he styled and parted his hair differently, mirroring the look of your fictional crush. Suguru and Ieri couldn’t contain their laughter when they first caught sight of Satoru’s new look.

Gone was his usual nosiness and his penchant for poking into other people’s business. Satoru, now wearing a stoic expression, glared at anyone who dared to look at him. It was clear that he was trying to also embody the persona of Levi Ackerman and you don’t know whether to feel concerned, annoyed, or amused.

The breaking point came after your last class of the day. Back at Satoru's apartment, he continued with his newfound demeanor, and you'd had enough. Despite trying to hold back laughter at the absurdity of the situation, you found yourself missing the usual antics of your clingy and insufferable boyfriend.

When you requested for cuddles and he responded with a dismissive ‘tch.’ and that did it. You decided to take matters into your own hands so you straddled his lap and cornered him, smirking at the visible reaction you elicited from your boyfriend.

His eyes widened, cheeks flushing, as he looked at you in surprise.

“Got you.” you grinned at him, your voice dripping with amusement. “I thought I was dating Satoru Gojo so why are you acting like Levi?”

He stammered for a moment, clearly caught off guard. "I-I thought you liked this... stoic stuff."

Rolling your eyes, you leaned in, your lips inches away from his ear. "I like my cute and energetic boyfriend way more," you whispered, the warmth of your breath causing a visible shiver to run down his spine.

“Well Satoru Gojo isn’t your wallpaper, is it?” he grumbled, a hint of jealousy evident from his voice.

"Come on, 'Toru, don't be jealous. Levi's just a fictional character. You're the real deal. I also changed back my wallpaper!" you opened your phone to reveal your lock screen, hoping to dispel his jealousy. You changed it back to his face.

“But babe, you don’t love me anymore” he pouted, his lower lip jutting out a mockingly hurt manner, his expression resembling a wounded puppy. “I figured if I became a replica of him, you’d love me again.”

You wanted to smack him but you decided against it. You know your boyfriend’s smart but you kinda doubted that once he made that conclusion.

“Satoru, it’s just a show. Of course, I love you!” you reassured, offering a warm smile to emphasize your sincerity.

Satoru sighs in a deliberately exaggerated manner. A playful grin tugs at his lips as he looks at you. "Fine, but I better get some extra attention tonight to make up for this betrayal," he demanded.

You chuckled, and leaned in to plant a quick, affectionate kiss on his cheek. "Deal."

“Also, tell me you love me then.” He added, his hand squeezing your thigh.

“I love you.” you reply sincerely,

“Hm?” He leans his ear towards you. “What was that?”

You decided to play along and plant a soft kiss on his lips, "I," another kiss, "love," followed by another, "you." and you conclude with a final, lingering kiss.

"Happy?" you say, pulling back.

"Very much," Satoru grins at you victoriously. but then, he looks at you with a sly twinkle in his eyes. "Wait, no. Tell me you don't love Levi and that you'll throw your plushie away so I could cuddle you 24/7."

"No."

"BABE!" Satoru whines.

You can't help but laugh at his theatrics and without a moment's hesitation, you shower him with even more affection and assurances. Needless to say, that day (and perhaps the entire week), you let him hog you to himself, indulging in countless cuddles and sweet gestures to nurse his ego back to full health.

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theemporium · 7 months

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You were going to be late.

Hockey was a beloved sport around the world. It was adored by thousands of fans all over the globe, if not more. It grew with each passing year. It was the dream of so many little kids to make it into the big leagues and have one of your biggest passions be your job. And for those who worked their way up the leagues, it was surreal to even be considered—let alone drafted—into the top league.

And to be named captain on top of it all? It was an honour that anyone would fucking dream of.

And despite being so aware of said honour, you were going to be late to Quinn’s first official gala as captain of the Vancouver Canucks because of his wandering hands and stupid fuck-me eyes that you couldn’t seem to resist.

The event itself wasn’t special, in the sense that it was just one of many that the Canucks would hold over the season. And it wasn’t the first one Quinn had been invited too (though, he usually tried to get out of them). But it was his first one attending after his captaincy was announced so he should have been hell-bent on making a good impression as he entered this new stage of his career.

Instead, his attention had been focused on you the second you walked out your shared bedroom in the floor length Canuck blue dress.

You had batted his hands away when you were applying the finishing touches of your makeup in the mirror. You had scolded him when he playfully slapped your ass when you bent down to pick a pair of heels. You had warned him that you were going to be late if he didn’t hurry up and grab his keys instead of ogling you while you took some photos of yourself to send to your friends.

And then, in the car, it was like he had you right where he wanted you.

The venue wasn’t very far in distance, just set in a place a little out of the main city. But with Vancouver traffic, it was taking you around forty minutes to get there, and that would be just minutes before the event was officially meant to start.

But instead of rushing, Quinn was taking his time. He was driving leisurely, taking the backroads and longer routes with his hand lazily resting on your thigh, between the slit of your dress.

You told yourself you weren’t going to fall for it. You knew what he was doing, you knew what he wanted, you could see it in his eyes and the slight tilt of his lips. You fucking knew, and you told yourself you wouldn’t give in because this wasn’t an event you could afford to be late for.

You told yourself you wouldn’t, but you were never really good at listening.

“Shitshitshitshit—”

You had one hand pressed against the window, the glass fogged up and the condensation dripping down in small droplets. Your dress was bunched up at your hips, the fabric now wrinkled and creased as Quinn gripped it between his fingers.

“You’re a fucking dream,” Quinn gritted out between clenched teeth, his heart thumping in his chest as his hands guided you. “Bouncing on my dick in your pretty, lil’ dress.”

“Quinn,” you whined, the coil in your stomach tightening as you gripped the fabric of his shirt between your fingers. “Shit, baby, I-I can’t.”

“Shhhh no, you’re doing so well, honey,” he murmured as he tucked his chin to his chest, his eyes focused on the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you. “Just one more, baby, one more.”

You shook your head, tears prickling in your eyes and blurring your vision ever so slightly. “Too much—”

“You can take it,” he told you because he knew you could, and he knew you would. “You’re gonna take it like a good girl, gonna let me fill you up, hm?”

“Please,” you whined as you dipped your head down, lips pressing against his in a messy exchange of kisses. “Wanna feel you inside me all night.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands tightening as he held you in place, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. “Gonna fill you up nice and good, honey, since my pretty girl asked me so nicely.”

“Oh shit,” you choked out, nuzzling yourself further into the boy as he pounds up into you, his tempo fast and relentless as if he hadn’t already fucked two orgasms out of you.

“Atta girl, honey, come f’me one more time,” he moaned, his lips brushing against your ear as you tipped over the edge for the third time that night.

You could barely lift your head off his shoulder, your body wanting nothing more than to cling onto him and stay there forever. His hands were warm and comforting, rubbing up and down your thighs as he cooed and whispered about how good you did for him, like he always did because Quinn Hughes was nothing but a giver in bed—in both orgasms and praises.

“We’re definitely late now,” you murmured against his shoulder, though made no move to lift yourself off his cock as you pressed your cheek against his shoulder.

He huffed out a small laugh. “It’s your fault, you wore that dress.”

“Or you’re just a horny bastard,” you retorted.

“Maybe that too,” he admitted unashamedly. “But that is also your fault. Look at you, honey, can’t expect me to not wanna fuck you every chance I get.”

“Yeah, well, now everyone’s gonna know that,” you murmured. You were going to have to spend the last fifteen minutes of the car ride to the venue trying to fix your hair and makeup so it didn’t look like your boyfriend fucked you relentlessly in the back of his car.

“Maybe we should just head back home,” Quinn suggested, his words thick and heavy with desire as his fingers slowly moved up until his thumbs were brushing over your tits. “The dress is ruined, there’s no point of going.”

You snorted. “This is why I put a hand steamer in the back of your car. I’m not walking in there with a creased dress.”

Quinn groaned. “You’re no fun.”

“We gotta go, Quinn,” you murmured as you lifted your head, this time meeting his lips in a softer and slower kiss. “And then you can fuck me all you want when we’re home.”

His lips twitched upwards. “Any chance I can convince you to leave early too?”

“Guess we will have to see, Captain.”

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prncessjaeger · 4 months

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groupie love ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

trin speaks!: i don’t hate this but i dont like it…rushed ending but i don’t even care anymore 🎀

the bass vibrated through your body as screams screeched from the fans all around you. it was the second concert of the night for eren and his crew, and as his number one aka his girlfriend, you, of course you were front row watching him in awe. he’d always opt for you to stand in the private vip booths, but you’r e all about excitement, fun, and “i wanna experience it like a real concert, you know?”

and who could say no to your sexy face? we all know eren couldn’t. you saw him strum the guitar while nodding his head to the beat, and when his guitar solo was getting started, almost every girl in the venue were yelling at the top of their lungs, some who were near you even reached their arms out to the stage, adrenaline rushing through their joy-filled minds. once eren wrapped it up his solo, the song finally came to an end and the concert was officially over for the night!

having a boyfriend with a name like his in the entertainment industry, you needed to be protected at all times thus, you were ushered by one of eren’s bodyguards to the green rooms they were located in, but instead of arriving at the room, eren met up with you in the hallway, kissing your cheek when you approached him, “hey my baby,”

“hi eren you did wonderful, as always,” he smirked, kissed your forehead next, then hugged your waist backing you up into a vacant room, “what’re we doing in here?”

“i just missed you, that’s all.”

“you missed me?” your face was scrunched up, wondering where this was coming from, “oh so i can’t miss you no more?” rolling your eyes, you pucker your lips for a kiss in which he leaned in and granted your silent wish, “i mean yeah you can, but you just saw me like…5 minutes ago thought?”

“so? i still miss you, wanna be in your skin and everything-” his head was laid in the crevice of your neck, giving you small pecks from your neck to your collarbone, “oh my gosh, what’s gotten into? i kinda like it,”

“yeah?” he tapped the back of your leg signaling you to jump up in is arms, “yeah…”

next thing you know, your shirt was off and your skirt was raised by your waist, he had your legs bent and pushed down, your thighs digging into your chest as the repeated schlick sounds coming from his cock plunging deep into your warm, wet cunt, were exhoing along with erens low grunts. his hand pushed down against your stomach, erupting a loud series of moans, whines, and mewls to fall from your sore lips but eren was quick to conceal them, leaning down to sloppily kiss your lips.

you were so fucked out you couldn’t even kiss him back how you wanted, watching as he leaned back with a trail of spit that connected you two, “you gotta be quiet baby, youn want anyone to hear us, huh?” your head shook no repeatedly, biting your lips to conceal the whines pouring out of you as his hips never stopped, but eren wasn’t having the silent conformations , “words, mama.”

“n-no papa, i don-fuck, i don’t want them to hear us,”

“good girl…” 🎀

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carmyboobear · 2 months

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Did I see you say that you have? Lip fics??? GIMMIE

ALRIGHT MAN here’s some filth I had sitting in reserves just for you :)

tags: dirty talk, oral (f receiving), lip being mean, dom/sub dynamics, edging (sorta), gratuitous descriptions of oral as per usual🔞

Lip’s right where he wants to be—head in between their shaking legs.

They’re so wet that his chin is dripping with it. Not that Lip’s doing himself any favors. His face is buried in their pussy, lips and tongue molding into them without abandon. There’s something in him that’s feeling particularly hungry tonight.

Their gasps come out tight, constricted, moans small and strangled. Like they’re straining to hold on. It’s fun seeing them try to contain themselves and fail every single time.

When he pulls back, strings of connecting saliva drip and break. Lip takes a moment to admire his work, eyes following the gloss of spit and come smeared on their swollen pussy. He always makes sure to go the distance.

“Fuck, look at you. I know you’re enjoying this, baby. Even though you’re trying to hide it,” Lip adds quietly. He drags the tip of his finger through their seam, collecting slick. They’re impossibly soft and hot to the touch.

“I’m, I’m not trying to hide it,” they mumble between heavy breaths. Lip makes a mock contemplative noise at that.

“No, I think you are. You’re embarrassed, aren’t you?” Lip smiled wickedly. They inhale sharply when he pumps a finger into them, once, twice before pulling out. It comes out coated in wetness, and he pulls it into his mouth. “You know how easily I can make you come.”

When they don’t respond, instead just glaring at him, he takes his victory with peace.

He leans down and sucks their clit between his lips. Their quiet voice instantly snaps, and an sharp whine bursts from their lips. He can’t help the way his lips curl in a smile, pinched around their hard clit.

He aggressively yanks more moans from them, keeping that clit properly sucked. He swears they’re about to come until two hands yank him by the hair and pull him off. He poorly stifles a moan at the way he’s tugged.

“Stop,” they gasp, heaving for air. “P-Please… oh…”

“What’s wrong?” Lip asks instantly, switch flipped.

“Too close,” they admit instead, breathlessly. They’re throbbing in the open air, struggling not to come. “So close…”

“I thought you liked getting your needy little clit sucked off,” Lip whispers, egging them on. They make a strangled noise at that. His face is still close enough that his hot breath still fans over their pussy. “Don’t you wanna come for me?”

“Shut up, I’m gonna come if you keep talking,” they gasp, rushing the words out. He sees their clit twitch. Lip’s smile grows more mischievous. He loves having this much power over them, knowing that he’s the only one that could make them finish by just talking.

He blows lightly on their clit, and he watches it pulse. They make a protesting, barely contained noise at that. They really are so close, anything could tip them over. Their eyes are squeezed shut, head leaned back against the pillows. They’re trying so hard not to come.

Carefully, because Lip just can’t help it, he sneaks his hand between their legs and gently swipes his thumb over their hard clit. They let out a broken moan as soon as he touches them.

“Oh fuck—Lip—!”

That’s all it takes.

“Mm, that’s more like it,” Lip murmurs in delight.

With just one touch, they’re pushed over the edge. Quiet moans pour from their mouth as they come, little whines to match the repetitive pulsing of their pussy. Lip watches their cunt as they come. Watches the way their clit throbs heavily through their orgasm. The way their hole leaks.

Lip returns his thumb, rubbing slow circles against their clit. It twitches back up against the press of his finger. Their whines get louder now, unable to hold back from his touch. Seeing them unfurl like this for him…he’s so hard it’s almost painful.

He’s suddenly facing the issue of whether he wants to keep watching their pussy come or if he’d rather feel their contractions on this tongue. And as he’s thinking it through, the answer quickly becomes obvious.

He delves his tongue into their hole, rolling the flat of it over their entrance. They make a weak, punched out noise at that, and two hands quickly root themselves in his hair. His cock aches at it, so hard that he can’t not touch himself anymore.

He pulls himself back for just a moment, just to push two fingers into them to lube up his hand. The sound they make briefly makes him consider keeping his fingers inside, but he doesn’t. He’d rather keep his mouth there, and he needs his hand at the moment. His fingers come out covered thick in slick. He doesn’t even need the extra lubrication, not with the pre cum dribbling out of him, but it certainly helps.

It feels so fucking good to touch himself that he moans into their pussy, eye fluttering shut as he quickly works himself. Their hands are still tight in his hair, and he’s losing himself in their smell and taste.

He luxuriates in the feeling of their entrance clenching down on his tongue, the feeling of their slippery folds against his face. Between that and their sweet little moans, Lip can’t help but come.

He lets out a long, deep moan when he comes, cum shooting out of his cock and dribbling down his hand. He moans into their cunt, gasping against it.

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tiny-pretty-sana · 29 days

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tzuyu gf | headcanons

warning: nsfw content (+18), minors dni, men dni

sfw

tzuyu is the kind of person who makes you feel safe, gives you stability and keeps you grounded. she feels like home. however, she is much more than that, she is an adventurous and passionate person. she is home, but she is also the breath of fresh air that comes in through the window

she has a dual personality and regardless of how well you know her by now, she still surprises you

she is the shyest person you have ever known, but she is also the most shameless.

when you first met her she was timid and quiet, but as she felt comfortable around you and opened up more she started showing her more playful and funny side

it didn't take you long to discover that she has a quick mind when it comes to giving sharp, unexpected, sarcastic and incredibly funny responses

she does it with her friends and on occasion with annoying strangers, and eventually she dared to do it with you as well

she has the ability to read the room and people very well. just by looking at your face she knows when you are happy, when you need space or when you need a hug

this quality allows her to easily fit into all kinds of situations

when tzuyu wants she can go unnoticed the same way she draws all the attention whenever she wants. of course she knows exactly what she has to do to get your attention in a room full of people

she has a bit of a tsundere side. she isn’t the biggest fan of pda, places her hand over your mouth when you come up to kiss her, likes to tease you and whines when you are clingy.

secretly, she enjoys the attention and loves when you baby her.

she prefers subtle displays of affection but when you are alone she’s more affectionate

she plans the best dates. she always comes up with some way to make the dates unique

for example, on your first date she took you to a dog cafe instead of a regular cafe

museums, markets, outdoor painting, picnics, pottery classes or a spa day are the kind of dates she usually organizes for special occasions.

tzuyu’s love language is gift giving. if she sees something that reminds her of you she will just buy it. she also likes giving you things that will remind you of her on your relationships

you already share a few matching bracelets, necklaces, keychains and phone cases

she also loves bringing things that she bakes on special days and when she’s staying over, she never comes empty handed

she has a strange habit of talking to you like her dogs. the first time she did it you almost choked and she almost died of embarrassment, now you are used to it and find it adorable

be careful because she has 8 overprotective unnies who would do anything for tzuyu which you quickly understood since she’s easy to love and awakens the protective instinct of anyone

luckily, getting the love of her dogs was much easier and only took a couple of walks, a few treats and some belly rubs

tzuyu loves visiting new places whether it be traveling to other countries, taking you to her home country or a short trip to the beach or a more rural area

when you two travel she tries as much local food as possible and convinces you to try them as well. then she replicates the dishes she liked at home. lately she has improved a lot and she cooks better and better

she cooks your comfort food when you’re feeling down

she never cries but she is very sensitive when it comes to certain issues that are very important to her, that's why you freaked out when after your first time she cried. it turns out that she realized how much she loves you

nsfw

she is shy and seems innocent, but she is also open to experimenting and wants to try new things

she enjoys vanilla sex as much as she enjoys kinky sex, it depends on the mode you are in.

tzuyu was not the most experienced person and that's why you wanted to go slow but she was dying to get intimate with you

the first time you went made up you had to stop her and tell her to slow down because it was rushed and sloppy, not because of her inexperience, in fact she's a very good kisser, but because of how eager she was

when you kiss her unexpectedly or make a suggestive comment she literally freezes, so it was a surprise for both of you to discover that she leans more to the dominant side

she's a soft and gentle dom, a side she's starting to explore more with you

she loves kissing your face and body when you do it, caressing you and giving you little nibbles

she loves praising you. she uses more petnames during sex than she does in front of people, that's why if you hear her call you ‘princess’ or ‘baby’ in public you can't help but blush

tzuyu is one of the most caring people you know and it's something she shows in bed too

you’re above her shyness and you comfortable and safe, so she’s getting more vocal about asking if you like what she is doing or asking you to guide her when she needs it

she enjoys giving as well as receiving, so she’s quite comfortable being both top and bottom.

she’s not very loud. when she’s bottoming she moans but has the habit of trying to cover her mouth with her hand or her pillow, when she tops she breathes deeply and sometimes you can hear her groans even if she tries to contain herself

she’s a good at kissing and using her mouth, she really enjoys eating you out but she’d rather be on the receiving end

she likes much more fingering you or using a strap, something she had never used before

the first time she put on the strap on she came out of the bathroom completely red and couldn't look you in the face until after a while

now it is something she enjoys very much and has bought a few different dildos so you can have more options

as someone who likes to give gifts, from time to time she gets spicy gifts for both of you like lingerie or a toy she’s curious to try

her other favorite positions are scissoring, 69 and tribbing. it allows her to give and receive pleasure from a dominant position, guiding you with her words and leading you with her movements

something that drives her crazy is making you touch yourself in front of her and guiding you while you do it

for someone who sometimes avoids physical touch she can sometimes be very needy when she really wants to make you feel good and be inside you

she’s curious about bondage. she thinks you would look beautiful tied up unable to move, being at her mercy

she also thinks you would look great with a collar around your neck.

during your vacations she likes doing it in the hotel room, always in the spot with the best view. it doesn't matter if it's the bed, the bathroom or the balcony. she likes to enjoy the view

lately you have tried degradation, spanks and other ways of inflicting light pain. it was a surprise to her how turned on she got from seeing her hands marked on your ass

just like she does with dates she gets creative with aftercare and is always looking for new ways to make you feel good that go beyond cuddles. although, she tries to play it down, she needs a lot of aftercare too, especially when you have tried degradation, bondage or anything that leaves marks on you for a few days

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senyuuno · 9 months

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COGNIZANCE

Scene: When the Genshin Men realize they can never let you go Notes: I just wanna write before university starts again. (T-T)

Wanderer

Rushed footsteps can be heard along the hallways of the infirmary; along with it are some shouts of frustrations.

“I’ll shut your mouth completely if you keep on yammering at me!” Just a few seconds after that was the loud bang of your door as it flung open. There revealed the Wanderer, around him was his menacing aura that you could feel emanating from him.

“No, you can’t!”

“Sorry, Sir, but this is a private area!”

“We can’t let you i—”

You nervously smiled—“Uh, h-hi?”

“I never repeat myself.” With that, the attendant looked at you before sighing in defeat and leaving the room completely, closing the door behind them.

“You never really listen to me! I told you to—”

“Sir, you ca—” The attendant was cut off once Wanderer glared at them.

“Uhm…” You started off. Wanderer, then again, looked at you, glaring at your wounds as he grabbed your collar.

“Why would you even leave after I told you not to? Sneaking off in the middle of the night just to get some lowly artifacts and then what? You come back here with those bruises? Hah! That’s so weak of you, Y/N…you know you could die if you weren’t careful right?!” He continued to nag; his face flushed in anger but his voice slowly cracking as he tries to hide his anxiousness seeing your bandages.

“A pathetic mortal like you can…c-can….” An unexpected tear escaped from his eyes. You look at him. With your hand slowly removing his hands from your collar and taking it to your chest just to feel your heartbeat, you said—“Can you feel it? It’s beating right? That means I’m still alive.”

“Y…you…” Tears streamed from his eyes as he finally releases his worries. He wraps his arms around you as he hugged you, your warmth spreading on his proved that you are still alive. He tightens his hugs and you can’t help but to pat his back.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, and you try to repeat yourself again—“I really am ok—” but was cut off in the middle of it.

“—You can’t leave me,” he mumbled.

“Never.”

Childe

[“Aha! There you are, Comrade!” Just hearing Childe’s voice made you frown.

“What?” You asked, your tone annoyed as you turn to him.

You sighed. As expected, he’s all full of wounds again. There’s a blood crippling from his forehead, a bruise just on the side of his lips, gloves torn, and his clothes dirty.

“Ugh, Childe, what mission did you handle again?” You lightly grabbed his arm, making him seat on the sofa as you started to look for your medical kits to support your healing.

“Heh~ just the usual,” he grinned which just annoyed you again.

“Ouch! Hey, be careful!” He whined as you pressed the side of his lips.

“Oh, shut up,” you groaned.

As you started to heal him, he just stared at you. Your frowning face is quite a sight to see. How your brows furrowed as you try to focus on his wounds, your slightly parted lips…your scent fanning on him instead of the smell of blood, your concerned eyes didn’t escape his perceptive gaze instead of those dagger eyes and glarings he always had to deal…your mumble of curses to him which he finds surprisingly soothing…all of you.]

Those happened only a week ago. Since he was restrained by the Fatui for the meantime, as one of his mission somehow failed, he was exasperated.

“Hah!” He sighed in frustration as he glared at his own weapon.

He grabs one of his arrows and started playing with it—“Agh! I was supposed to be at battles right now! Tsk!” He closes his eyes.

The smell of the battlefield started urging him again to just escape the retainment order. Then after that, he’d all look like a ragged doll again with the wounds and blood on him…then…he’ll go straight to you to heal him…and then he’ll watch how you take care of him…and then…

He opens his eyes, intently staring on his arrow. His fingertips tracing the nock as he unconsciously raised the arrowhead and grazing his skin deep using it. His eyes dark as he once more pressed it…he flinched.

Seeing how he wounds himself, blood slowly crippling down his arms as he looks at it, he chuckled—“I’m…seriously…crazy. Going this far just to—” then he groans.

“I guess it’s time to see Y/N~” he hums as he stood up.

Xiao

“Do you mind if I like you?” You heard Xiao mumbled something before he answers you— “A mortal and an adeptus can’t be together.”

“Eh~ You don’t have to like me back though,” you said chuckling.

Xiao looks at you as you stared at the horizon. Both of you were at near the Liyue Harbor and just enjoying the view. The scenery wasn’t even at the main harbor, yet the ocean…rather…the horizon, for you sends you at awe. His lips parted as if wanting to say something but decided to just shrug it away. Of course. Who wouldn’t want your affection? The way you care…the way you express your concern…how your eyes shine when you see something up to your likings…If only…

“You know sometimes, I wonder how deep the ocean is?” Xiao flinched at your question.

“It’s deep enough for you to swim. You’d be too tired even before meeting halfway the end of it,” he said. You chuckled.

“Deep enough to kill me?” Why…are you always showing curiosity over trivial matters?

“…Deep enough for you to struggle. You won’t be able to breathe; you won’t be able to seek help to other mortals since the ocean is a bit far from here…” Reminiscing the past as he closes his eyes, he continued to talk— “Do not scurry away long from the land and be comfortable with the waters, it would not be good for your inquisitiveness,” he added as he sighed. The smell of the bloody battlefield, the scent of the saltwater that he had buried long time ago but creeping its way to his present.

“Y/N, let’s get you ba—” He freezes. Upon opening his eyes, half of your body was deep in the ocean. It wasn’t even that deep to begin with.

“Y/N—” He was fast enough to get into the waters and grab you in the arms. But you didn’t look at him.

His breath hitches, almost as if he was being strangled. When you look back at him, he was already trembling as he looks at you in pure desperation. His other hand was holding onto your arms, the other on his neck.

“Hey, what are you planning to do?”

“You know, Xiao…living is tiresome,” you mumbled, enough for him to hear.

“Eventhough I am a mortal, like you said…why was it that life itself is frustrating.”

“Y/N, let’s get—” Please spare me a glance.

“What do you think Xiao?” He freezes, once again, at what you said.

“Y/N, you can’t…”

“W-were you angry?”

“Wha—”

“Don’t go there…the ocean is…” his breath hitched again— “D-don’t go….d-don’t…”

“Xiao? Hey—” you fully turn your body to him and as you try to remove his hand on your arms, he just hold onto it tighter— “You c-can like me…just don’t…nnghhhh…” Xiao looked at the ocean and to you again. .

“You’re hyperventilating?! Hey…let’s get you out of the wa—” Before you could finish your sentence, he pulls you closer to him.

“Don’t leave me,” his eyes full of fear as if you just triggered something in him.

“You should not, Y/N,” he said. “I understand but first—”

“You must not leave me.”

#genshin x reader #senyuuno #childe x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader

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springwitch26 · 4 months

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green like her eyes (part 2) (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

part 1

summary: you and melissa enjoy smoking weed together to blow off steam from work. this time, things get really steamy.

warnings: smut (18+), recreational marijuana use, consensual high sex, i'm a big fan of dirty talk can you tell

notes: consume drugs responsibly. my requests are open—what do you want to read next? leave a reply and i'll kiss you sweetly 💚

despite your best efforts, you both got soaked in the rain. you were high, so running through the woods felt like flying—but in reality, you two were pretty sluggish as you made your way back to melissa's house. it had been an exhausting work week, after all.

when you found shelter on melissa's front porch, you spent a moment catching your breath and giggling at the absurdity of your situation. melissa fumbled with her keys as her eyes, dark and slightly bloodshot, raked over you.

your thin blouse and skirt were thoroughly drenched and nearly see-through. she made a point not to look below your waist, but she did sneak several peeks at your breasts as they bounced with every breathy laugh. your hair was disheveled, and your makeup had been ruined by the water dripping down your face. you looked messy, and melissa's heart raced at the thought of seeing you like this in a different context.

seeing you shiver broke her out of her trance, and melissa swiftly unlocked the door. she guided you inside with a hand on your lower back and followed after you. once inside, you hesitated to venture past the welcome mat. your clothes were dripping wet and freezing cold, and the last thing you wanted to do was make a mess of melissa's treasured home.

"it's a little late to get shy on me now, sweetheart," melissa said, watching you hover by the door with your arms wrapped around yourself. "you're shakin' like a leaf. come warm up by the fire."

melissa crooked two fingers at you, calling you over to her, and at this point you were convinced she was teasing you on purpose. she had to know that you were thinking about those two fingers curling and pumping inside you.

nonetheless, you obeyed melissa and joined her by the fireplace. dazed and still deeply high, you thought nothing of resting your head on her shoulder.

"mel, i'm coooold," you whined in her ear. "these clothes feel awful."

your clothes felt like icy weights on your body, and you wanted them off as soon as possible. so did melissa. she didn't miss a beat.

"you can borrow some of mine. be right back, okay?" she kissed your cheek lightly—so lightly you thought you imagined it—before rushing upstairs to her room.

uncomfortable and missing melissa already, you had only one goal: to get those evil clothes off your body. you pawed and tugged at your shirt in an attempt to pull it over your head and off. but with your motor skills having taken a hit from the weed, you failed. instead, you got stuck with your arms above your head and the shirt halfway off.

"jeez, hon! what'd ya get yourself into now?" melissa's tone was playful as she came swiftly to your rescue. she took hold of the shirt and instructed you to hold still. "easy now... there we go."

melissa didn't hesitate to help you out of that predicament. she also wasn't prepared to see you topless. as soon as the blouse came off, melissa felt herself salivate. her hands almost tingled with the need to touch you, to map out every inch of soft skin and commit it to memory. she held back for the moment, but her resolve was weakening.

"my hero!" you pulled melissa into a quick hug, missing the way her face flamed at the feeling of your almost-bare chest against hers. "can you help me with one more thing?"

you turned around and gestured toward your bra, hoping she would unhook it for you. the bra, too, was soaked through. in the corner of her eye, melissa caught your nipples straining against the damp fabric, and she took pity.

her fingers left goosebumps in their wake as she deftly unhooked your bra, and you smiled to yourself. your plan was working. you may have been high, but you were well in control of your faculties that night. you knew that the time to make a move was upon you, and you wouldn't give up a shot with melissa schemmenti for anything.

confidently, you spun around to face melissa, now completely bare from the waist up. you giggled when you saw her averting her eyes politely. melissa schemmenti, flustered? you never thought you'd see the day.

"what did you bring me to wear? anything good?" your questions forced melissa to meet your gaze and refocus. she knew what you were doing, and it was taking all of her strength to resist pouncing on you like a tiger.

to your pleasant surprise, melissa then tossed you a cherry red oversized tee with black text on both sides. the front read "abbott elementary field day 1999" with the school's mascot; the back had "ms. schemmenti" above a number, like a jersey.

the best part about the shirt? it was warm. melissa must have just taken it out of the dryer. you held the garment up to your chest, in part to preserve your modesty but also to get a sneaky breath of her scent. your heart felt warm and fuzzy, both due to the older woman's tenderness and the sentimentality behind this little piece of abbott history.

"'99 was a rough year for the kids. i called in a favor with my custom t-shirt guy and had those made for field day. my red team won," melissa said proudly.

you pulled the shirt over your head and let the warmth and comfort surround you. melissa gently helped guide the shirt over your arms, smiling when she saw you in her clothes. you looked good in the shirt. for a moment, she let herself fantasize that you were hers.

"mmm, feels so good," you purred in melissa's ear teasingly. you wanted her to snap so badly. "this skirt is killing me. i hope you don't mind..."

it's killing me too, melissa thought as she watched you pull the wet skirt down your legs and off. she felt no shame about devouring you with her eyes—how could she when you were standing right in front of her, bending over and enticing her as you stripped down to your (suspiciously damp) underwear?

"looks like the rain got your panties wet, too," melissa's voice was hushed, but sure. you turned around and let the red shirt fall to cover your ass. you stalked over to her with a sickly sweet smile and leaned in to whisper.

"not the rain, guess again," you never broke eye contact as you awaited her reply, daring her to make a move. melissa drew a sharp breath in.

"if you keep teasin' me, i won't be able to control myself," she almost growled the confession.

"what if i want you to lose control?"

melissa wasted no time. she reached out and cupped your face, then pulled you in roughly for a kiss. the first kiss was gentle, with her lips like pillows against your own and one of her hands migrating down your back. but it soon became clear that melissa was not interested in taking things slow. she had already waited too long for you.

her hands were all over you as she kissed you roughly, tasting every corner of your mouth. you gasped for air when melissa's hands found your ass and gave a hard squeeze. while you were distracted, she pushed you away from the fireplace and onto the couch. she looked ready to devour you whole as she joined you on the couch and descended on your body.

"so," she started, pausing to place several heated kisses on your neck, "you wanna tell me why your panties are wet?"

"i think you know," you breathed out, your shaky voice betraying your neediness.

"oh babygirl, i wanna hear you say it," she purred before latching on to your neck, marking you while she awaited your response.

"you're why. it's you," you confessed, hoping that would be enough to satisfy her.

"i'm gonna need specifics, hon. what about me makes you so wet?"

"i- um..."

"is it the way i touch you? when i feel you up on this couch, do you sit here drippin' down your thighs?"

you nodded profusely, eyes widening and cheeks heating up. she read you like a book. if you weren't so high and desperate, you would have been impressed. but all you could process was the incredible feeling of melissa's hands and mouth finally exploring you without restraint.

her hands slowly migrated upwards, caressing your torso and landing on your tits. she held them and squeezed, kneading the flesh eagerly. when her fingers suddenly moved to pinch your stiff nipples, you let out a pathetic squeal.

"that's a good girl, lettin' me play with you like this," she cooed.

you shuddered, goosebumps erupting on your skin at the praise. melissa, of course, noticed, and she pulled back to look at you with a sly grin on her face.

"found one button," she said, her green eyes sparkling with amusement and arousal. "let's see if i can find another."

her skilled fingers darted down to your panties, on a mission. she watched your face intently as she pressed her pointer finger firmly on your clit through the fabric. you gasped and squirmed, bucking up towards her finger.

"oooh, she likes that," melissa purred. she swiftly dipped inside your panties and began to rub soft circles on your clit. "do you touch yourself like this and pretend it's me? hmmm?"

you managed to choke out a "yes" between moans, and melissa seemed pleased.

"i bet you do. god, you're pretty like this," she mused, increasing the speed of her ministrations. she leaned down to your ear, wanting you to feel the heat of her breath as she worked you up. "you wanna keep wearin' my shirt while i fuck you? so you remember you're mine?"

you whimpered, feeling hot all over as you approached your high far too quickly. when your legs started to shake, melissa withdrew her fingers and sat up.

"lie back and spread your legs for me, pretty girl," she said gently, and you complied. she situated herself between your spread legs and leaned down to get a closer look at your pussy. she guided you to lift your hips, then pulled your panties off and stuffed them in her pocket. using two fingers to swipe through your folds, she spread your wetness around. "you're soaked, honey."

"please, mel. need you," you said, the words coming out as a keening whine. melissa didn't hesitate to give you what you craved. holding your legs open with her hands on your thighs, she dove in, licking through your slit with fervor.

her tongue trailed up to your clit, drawing quick circles around it. melissa seemed genuinely enamored with your pussy, aiming to taste every glistening inch. she alternated between playing with your clit, feeling it pulse and jump against her tongue with every stroke, and sucking on it.

when she felt you trembling again, she doubled down, wrapping her mouth around your clit and sucking on it like it was all she loved in the world. the heat in your lower belly burst and spread throughout your body, and you spasmed against melissa as you came.

while you were still reeling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, melissa began to tease your entrance with two fingers. her tongue never let up as she thrust deep into you, earning her a strangled cry.

her fingers brushed sweet spots you didn't even know you had, reaching deeper than your own digits ever could. when she curled her fingers to press on your g-spot, you wailed. searching for something to anchor you, your right hand grasped melissa's and your left hand gripped the sheets.

"right there, baby? does that spot feel nice?" she teased, already knowing the answer. before long, your legs were shaking again, and melissa had to lean on you a bit to keep you still. "are you gonna come for me again? i know you're close angel, just let go."

so you did. and melissa was there by your side through every crest and valley, her thumb soothing over the back of your hand while she whispered sweet nothings.

"you did so well for me, hon. my beautiful, good girl..." her words were a whisper that echoed around you, keeping you calm after an intense high.

once your heartbeat started to slow, you opened your eyes and looked at melissa. she gave you a warm smile, her lips shiny with your arousal. overcome with feeling for the goddess in front of you, you sat up and surged forward. you captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

"so," melissa said, panting as she drew away. "wanna smoke another one?"

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti/reader #melissa schemmenti fanfic #abbott elementary fanfic #wlw smut #melissa schemmenti x y/n #melissa schemmenti x you #fanfic

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wileys-russo · 4 months

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Would you ever consider doing a midnight confessions ficlet? :)

midnight confessions ficlet

"nah you can go shopping anytime come on!" mary whined, holding you firmly in her arms as you'd given up fighting her to let you go. "i'm your best friend and this is a dream of mine. you know how much i love whales and i don't want to experience this without ya!" mary whined, hitting you with her best puppy dog eyes.

"what if i get sea sick? i've got captain tooney trauma from the euros!" you groaned, stomach churning at the memory of ella renting a boat and almost sinking all of you on a day off last summer.

"already thought about that. voila!" she finally let go of you, fishing a small white packet out of her pockets with a grin. "sea sickness nausea preventative tablets." you read before looking at her with a quirked eyebrow.

"see? now go hurry up and change the vans are leaving soon!" mary pushed you toward the elevator as you sighed heavily but gave in none the less, handing her back the tablets and rushing off to change.

"she coming?" lotte asked appearing beside mary who nodded happily. "like she can ever say no to me!" the dirty blonde girl grinned, moving to take a seat in the lobby with the rest of the group who were set to go whale watching.

returning in record time you were changed out of your training gear from this mornings session, having gone for a coffee with alessia and ella afterwards meaning everyone else was already ready to head off.

a few of the girls opting to go shopping and exploring instead that activity seemed much more inside your comfort zone than the current choice, never a huge fan of the ocean or being trapped on it in a boat.

however the moment mary caught wind of that she'd spent the last hour relentlessly pestering you to change your mind, taking full advantage of the soft spot you had for her and knowing exactly how to play on it.

"think they'll ever realise they're in love?" georgia nudged ellie beside her and nodded to the two of you as mary pulled you to sit down right beside her and started to chat your ear off as you watched on with a clearly lovesick smile.

"stop that! no meddlin." keira jumped in from georgias other side as the two started to scheme ways they might be able to speed up the process of the inevitable realisation of your shared feelings.

"but-" "no, leave them be. both of you!"

after that the vans arrived to take you all to the dock where you'd catch the whale watching boat from, a few of the girls sharing knowing looks as you jumped onto marys back, your shared laughter echoing through the lobby.

"oh god." you mumbled sinking further into your seat as the captain warned the wind was going to pick up a little on your way out and you could be in for a bumpy ride.

"hey, you took two of the tablets right?" mary nudged you with a concerned frown as you nodded, your head falling to her shoulder as her arm stretched across your own, keira smacking georgia and ellie who snapped a few candid photos of the two of you with their cameras.

but within twenty minutes you'd perked up, collapsing into mary as you clutched your stomach with laughter at the girls and staffs attempts to shield themselves from the wind, spirits high within the group.

"you look like a little greek grandma!" you yelled teasingly at lotte over the howling wind who'd tied her jumper over her hat and sunglasses to stop them blowing away, the brunette only sticking her tongue out at you in response.

"maz your hat!" you threw your head back in laughter as mary screeched and her cap went flying off, one of the coaching staff thankfully having caught it as she held it down firmly on her head as the wind whipped her hair wildly around her face.

"smile you muppet." you grinned taking a video of her as she cheesed and gave you the peace sign, eyes widening as the hat slipped again and she instead yanked it off and tucked it beneath her sending you another grin.

finally arriving to the spot where the whales normally migrated everyones spirits had risen even higher, everyone taking the opportunity of the boat being moored in place to walk around and stretch their legs.

"jesus christ!" mary stumbled backwards as suddenly one of the whales breached a hundred or so metres away and everyone rushed around to that side of the boat, two more appearing as you felt arms wrap around you.

you dipped your head back to smile up at your best friend whose arms settled themselves around your neck and her front pressed into your back as her chin rested on your shoulder, pointing out the whales and rambling off fact after fact as you reveled in her excitement.

the two of you so caught up in each other you failed to miss the lingering gazes of your teammates or the hushed whispers about how cute the two of you were, photos snapped and keira doing her very best to stop georgia or ellie rushing over to point out the obvious.

"best day ever." mary beamed, her grin so wide you wouldn't be shocked if her cheeks hurt later this afternoon, eyes fixated on the whales which continued to breach and splash around now a little closer.

"and its all the better i get to share it with you." mary squeezed you a little tighter, your face softening as you kissed her cheek and turned back toward the whales, missing the way her cheeks flushed bright red and she cleared her throat.

georgia noticed though and her eyes nearly rolled back into her head, nudging ellie beside her who was watching on with an amused smile, fiddling with the digital camera in her hands.

"utterly and painfully clueless, the pair of em."

#mary earps x reader #woso #woso x reader #woso blurbs #mary earps #engwnt #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics

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absolutebl · 5 months

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This Week in BL - I Gave a 10/10 to a BL... me!

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Nov 2023 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - I love this show. I adore Tew's the simple backstory. No frills. No fuss. He got dragged in the way many do and he can kill so they kept him. They aren’t trying to make it needlessly complicated (which is rare for Thailand). That said, the pacing is way tf off, the emotional arc is rushed and then sappy out of absolutely nowhere. Before you ask, the kiss is not at issue, we halfway through they should be kissing, but the romantic life changes - too soon. But I don’t care. Finally, they left us this ep reminded of 2 v important things,

this pair kisses beautifully

in BL all mafia be gay

Fun fun!

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 2 of 12 - It's official, I love this. It’s a classic caregiver/bodyguard trope where one of them is opening the other one up to the world, but sweetly. I’m enjoying the softness of JimmySea's take and I hope GMM TV takes its cues from the success of My School President and doesn’t push this particular show into rough or edgy territory. Stay on target GMMTV. Don't mess with my bias again!

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 3 of 10 - Finally, our adorable side couple has emerged! This show remains engaging without losing pace (despite the main couple being slow burn), which is all I want from a Thai pulp, and more I could ask for currently from a sports BL.

(Note: when I dictate the computer always puts "Thai pope" instead of Thai pulp - this is hilarious to me.)

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 1 of 14 - I guess they didn’t strip the omegaverse out of this. Unfortunately, I’m not an omegaverse fan, so I find its presence extremely off putting. (But it’s kind of amazing that somebody finally put one on our screen.) Unsurprisingly, it’s a lot of alpha posturing and hyper masculinity, because that’s what this kind of worldbuilding is an excuse for (lazy writing and lazier characterization). This means I don’t like Babe AT ALL except that he’s smell orientated and a bit verse. Way is lovely tho, because Nut is a great soft screen presence amongst the testosterone haze.

Middleman’s Love (Fri YT & iQIYI ep 2 of 8 - I’m not gonna lie (when have I ever bothered to lie to you all?) I’m struggling with this show. The sound effects are getting worse. That is not allowed. Still I found this installment slightly more bearable than the last last, probably because there was more of the cast in play and less of Jade being too cringe to live.

Absolute Zero (Weds iQIYI) ep 8 of 12 - AKA temporal paradox of pain.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Friends Forever ep 13 of 24 - Ooo it’s a bit of a teacher/student (coach/player) thing. Linguistic negotiation and kinkification of phi. Also actually kinky. But not consensually. Gonna get dark. Bummer.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 1 of 14(!) eps - Whines. Must I? Gaga doesn’t have a skip ahead button. Sad sack main characters really do not work for me. But this was better than I expected. I wasn’t expecting much.

Look: This is helmed by Cheewin (shudder) with screenplay by Den (Only Friends - shudder the second) under Copy A Bangkok (they deserve not my shuddders). It's gonna be a shizz show people. It's Thai dark War of Y style - my least favorites. Apparently, there is meant to be a "plot" but when has Cheewin ever bothered with plot?

On a completely different note does the blond look like that Korean actor/idol from At a Distance Spring is Green & Wanna One to anyone else? Or is it just me? (Park Ji Hoon)

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

A Breeze of Love (Korea iQIYI) eps 3-4 of 8 - I like it a lot. Dongwook is so obtuse and socially awkward and reserved and needy and Dohyun is so gay over and simultaneously wildly confused by this behavior. Fantastic. A bit stiff, even for Korea, btu I'm okay with it since everything else I'm watching right now is decidedly NOT stiff.

I finished it!

Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru AKA Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo - Japan BL movie 1.5 hr

Best friends life together during university - cheerful sunshine loves to cook, grumpy tsundere loves to eat. Aki is a bit manic pixie dream boy for me (not my favorite archetype) but they’re cute and it’s one of those Japanese slice of life pieces like Our Dining Table that isn’t really a romance in fact it’s barely a drama. This isn’t friends to lovers because they’re basically already in a relationship (which everyone around them knows) they just aren’t fucking. I did spend a lot of time worrying that they weren’t eating any green things whatsoever. In the end this isn’t my thing when there’s no kissing at all, and this was a bit too dull even for JBL. Sorry Japan, one cannot trade on cute and cheese alone. I know, you want to. But that's not a BL or a personality. 6/10

I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan, maybe coming to Netflix) 8 eps - This classic friends-to-lovers BL is everything Japan does best. Angsty. Emo. Aching. Driven by real thirst. Yamato is deeply in love with his childhood bestie, Kakeru, and has been for ages, unable to hide his ungainly damaging high school need. He wants Kakeru in every way possible and it oozes off of the screen. Kakeru is silly and a little simple, but not frenetic or overly camp about it. He is earnest, and genuinely wants to keep Yamato in his life which means giving a romance (and gayness) a fair chance. We watch him realize his affection and what form it can take in a truly authentic way. This show was impossibly kind to both of its lead characters and I felt honored that I got to watch something so lovely and rare play out on my screen.

I LOVE LOVE LOVED THIS. IT'S SO GOOD.

10/10

Let me be perfectly clear: I have watched 646 BLs and only handed out nine 10/10s.

I talk more about why this one made the cut, here.

It's Airing But...

One Room Angel (Japan Gaga) 6 eps - adaptation of Harada’s manga (which I did not like) about a clerk who's stabbed, nearly dies, and returns home to find an angel waiting for him. With only 5 eps and a good chance this won’t end happy, I'm gonna wait and let you tell me how it goes.

SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 14 eps - I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all) even one featuring Singto and Fluke. I'm holding off on this one and if told it's good I'll binge later.

Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) 8 eps - House of Stars meets Boyband. I was NOT impressed. Waiting to be told if I should bother.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until it completes its run.

Next Week Looks Like This

STARTING

11/20 Bake Me Please (Mon Gaga) ep 1 of 6 - trailer here, stars Ohm (of OhmFluke) opposite Guide (bestie from IFYLITA). This looks like an actually gay version of Antique Bakery (play it again, BL). I'm intrigued, it looks HELLA pretty.

11/22 7 Days Before Valentine (Weds ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk. Adapted from y-novel of the same name, directed by Tu (180 Degree) stars Jet (Why You… Y Me?). When you want your old love again, but fate sends you a reaper instead. All he can do for you is kill people. I'll likely give this a pass and wait to binge if safe.

11/24 VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Screenplay by Lin Pei Yu (WBL) about a chef who courts a shy writer with spicy beef noodles.

11/25 The Sign (Sat ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk, but with a suspense and adult characters. Special investigators who loved each other in previous lives reunite in new bodies. Stars Billy Patchanon (BillySeng) & Babe Tanatat (new). Includes other SCOY favorites as a special investigation team. I may give this a try (depending on distribution) because I'm into the non-horror bits.

11/26 The Whisperer (Sun ????) 1 of 10 - trailer here. Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). He has dimples (My Ride) but I don't think even that gives me the will. You can tell me how this goes.

11/26 Cooking Crush (Sun YT) 1 of 12 - OffGun are back, trailer here. Adapted from the novel “Love Course! เสื้อกาวน์รุกเสื้อกุ๊กรับ” by iJune4S this is about Prem who runs a not-so-popular restaurant with 2 friends. About to go on a cooking competition with a huge reward, Prem gets involved with Ten, a stressed-out med student who wants Prem to teach him to cook.

Still Coming November BL

11/30 For Him (Thurs ????) ep 1 of 10 - high heat trailer, I suspect iQIYI will scoop this one up. From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night (please no) based on a y-novel, man nursing a heartbreak has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. It looks terribly trashy so I'm in! Maybe I'll do a trash watch?

Nov 2023 line up with screen caps here. Not kept updated.

Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

To be fair this was last week but I did get the screen shot until now. (You are Mine)

I Cannot Reach You serving all Japan's favorite tropes plus some very un-Japan decent kisses.

(Last week)

#this week in bl #bl updates #bl review #I Cannot Reach You #Japanese BL #You Are Mine #Taiwanese BL #Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru #Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru review #2023 bl #upcoming bl #My Dear Gangster Oppa #Thai Bl #Last Twilight #GMMTV #Twins the series #Pit Babe #Playboyy #A Breeze of Love

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A Demon’s Ache — Part 8

Eyeless Jack x Reader

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Things between you and Jack return to normal after that night at the campfire

There’s less awkwardness, less lingering tension when you find yourselves in the same place at the same time

It seems like your friendship, for the most part, has been salvaged—like nothing even happened in the first place

Like you don’t know his heart still aches whenever he looks at you

Really, he’s just happy to have you back in his life

Knowing you aren’t upset helps ease the heartache

He even gets better at hiding his jealousy whenever anyone—specifically Jeff—gets too close to you

Who knew he could be so good at pretending he’s not madly in love with you?

He manages to convince himself that it’s better this way; this is what you want from him—you want him at a distance, and that’s alright

It’s fucking killing him on the inside, but if it means you’re happy, he won’t go against your wishes

He’s finally accepted the situation when you show up at his door late one night

And you can just imagine his surprise when he notices how obviously turned on you are

Your face is visibly flushed, there’s a perfectly desperate look in your eyes, and you keep squeezing your thighs together, like you need some kind of friction between them

And your scent

It knocks the breath from his lungs, and he nearly stumbles at the sheer intensity of it all

Blood rushes to his junk, his head spinning with a dizzying headrush

“J-Jack—”

You whimper his name, your voice all breathy and needy, and when you look up at him, like he’s the one thing you need right now, he nearly loses it

He opens the door without saying anything, his body operating purely on instinct

And as soon as you’re in his room, as soon as the door is properly closed behind him, he can’t keep his hands off you

Your skin is perfectly warm and soft beneath his touch

He doesn’t know what’s gotten you so riled up, or why you’ve come to him instead of Jeff, but he doesn’t really care about the reasoning behind it

All he cares about is that you’re here, and you want him, and he wants to show you how good he can make you feel

Your fingers fumble at the hem of your shirt, and it’s all the confirmation he needs to tug the clothes off of you

His mouth practically salivates when he notices that you’re not wearing a bra

You’re so fucking pretty

And you smell so, so fucking good

It’s almost too good to be true—after all that time, all that back and forth, you’ve ended up in his room, moaning his name as he pulls you flush against him

He leans in, pressing his mask to your neck so that he can breathe you in, and fuck, if he wasn’t wearing that damn thing, his teeth could be scraping against your throat right now

His hands reach up to cup your tits, fingers lightly teasing your nipples, and the way you whine and shudder has him feeling ravenous

He huffs out a grunt, then his hands are at your pants, working to undo the buttons, and he's trying his damnedest to control himself and not shred them off of you

“Jack~” you whine his name again, and it sets off his demonic instincts like nothing else

His hands are shaking with something dark, something carnal and dangerous as he finally yanks your pants open

He tugs the material all the way down the expanse of your legs, fanning his hands over your thighs because he so badly wants to touch every inch of you

He just wants to take a bite out of you

“On the bed,” he orders, and he feels his cock twitch in his pants at the way your eyes widen at the command, so wonderfully eager to please him

So perfectly submissive

“Panties. Off,” he groans, and with a bite of your lips, you do as he says

You’re left completely bare in front of him, and it’s the first time he gets to witness such a mouthwatering sight

You’re a goddess

He wants to worship you

He wants to make you scream, wants to fuck the shape of his dick into that cute little cunt of yours until it's ruined for anyone else

He wants his cock to be the only one you crave

He moves up to you, his larger form towering over your smaller one on the bed

And he’s about to pin you down and have his way with you when he’s suddenly reminded of your conversation at the fire

He thinks about how happy he is now that you’re on good terms again

And he realizes that even though you’ve come to hook up, he doesn’t actually know if you’re interested in being more than friends

He doesn’t know where he stands, and he’s way too drunk with lust to figure that out right now

He swallows thickly

You’re already naked on his bed, and he’s too fucking horny to back out now

He wants this

You reach out to touch him, reach out to grab fistfuls of his hoodie and tug on it

“Wanna see you,” you murmur, and you somehow sound both pleading and bashful, and it’s one of the hottest things he’s ever heard

He doesn’t think twice before giving you what you want, pulling the material over his head, and in return, you waste no time allowing your hands to wander

He watches as you marvel at his skin, as your touch traces over the curves and edges of his muscles, almost like you’re amazed at the way his body looks, at the way it feels

God, he wants to kiss you

He wants to take his mask off, tangle his fingers into your hair and press his lips against yours until neither of you can breathe

He wants to sink his teeth into your skin, wants to scar you with his mark so that everyone knows you’re his

But he doesn’t want to jeopardize your friendship, so instead of doing any of that, he gets onto the bed next to you, tugs at your legs so that you’re straddling him, and lies on his back

If he focuses on you, if he just makes you feel good, he won’t need to worry about losing control or accidentally mating you and scaring you off again

You seem flustered on top of him, so he’s extra gentle as he coaxes you up further, placing your thighs on either side of his head with your sex inches from his masked mouth

His name drips from your tongue again, the sound downright sinful, and it has a fresh wave of adrenaline rushing to his hard-on

He pushes his mask halfway up his face, and with his mouth exposed, he can just barely resist nipping at the inside of your thighs

You gasp as his fingers dig into plush flesh, and he can feel you squirming from his breath fanning over your drenched cunt

You look down at him, anxiously biting at your lip, but he can tell by the look in your eyes that you want this—maybe almost as much as he does

One long, slow stroke of his tongue up your slit is all it takes to have you moaning

You release a breathy, shaky sigh, bringing your hands down to his hair, steadying yourself as your head falls back and your back arches up

The view he’s getting at this angle is nothing short of divine

What he wouldn’t do to have you sit on his face every day of his life

Another lap of his tongue up your sex, and the sheer amount of arousal he gathers from the simple motion has him groaning

Do you even know how absolutely insane you drive him?

He wants to devour you, wants to reduce you to a pretty little mess on top of him

But he also wants this to last for as long as possible

Which is why he starts off by working his tongue in slow, calculated movements up and down your dripping folds

You squirm and whimper on top of him, grinding your cunt down against his mouth

And it’s pure bliss

He flicks his tongue at your clit, circling around it, and when he wraps his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves, he can feel your empty walls clenching around nothing

Fuck, he really, really wants to screw you open on his cock

He wants to flip you over, fold you in half and abuse that perfect little cunt until you’re a gushing mess around him

It’s taking every ounce of his self-restraint to not fuck you senseless

But he wants to treat you right, wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated

So he forces himself to be as patient as possible despite his instincts urging him to claim you

He pushes his tongue at your entrance, and you almost immediately shudder as you clench around him

"F-fuck, Jack~"

He's addicted, he's completely obsessed with you

He can't get enough

You all but mewl for him, your hips stuttering against him, and he hums again, holding you tighter so you’ve no choice but to accept every ounce of pleasure he’s tongue-fucking into you

Your thighs start shaking in his grip, body squirming and wriggling as your breathing gets faster between sweet moans and desperate little whimpers

He wants to praise you

He wants to praise you so bad

He wants to tell you how gorgeous you look, how fucking delicious you taste

He wants to tell you that you’re such a good girl, and you’ve such a perfect cunt, and your body is absolutely flawless

But his mouth is too busy lapping up at your arousal, flickering between your folds and giving your clit as much attention as it could possibly need for him to vocalize his thoughts

He feels your fingers tightening in his hair, feels the way your body is responding to him, and he knows you’re getting wonderfully close

But just as you’re on the cusp of your peak, he pulls away to instead litter kisses along the inside of your thighs

You whine, trying to rub yourself against him, but he doesn’t give you the release you need

He’s being selfish, he knows he is

But he just wants to drag this out for as long as possible because who knows when he'll get another chance to do this to you

The flesh of your thighs is plush and soft as he grazes his teeth against them

You've made a mess between them, but it just makes your skin all the sweeter for him to kiss and suck on

It's impossibly difficult to resist marking you, to resist sinking his teeth inside you and bruising your skin

But he somehow manages to hold himself back

And then once your breathing becomes steadier, his tongue returns to your dripping slit

Another long stroke up your folds, and you squirm and curse above him

His hands abandon your hips to wander up your chest, and he squeezes two handfuls of your tits while you ride his face

You whine his name again, your hips stuttering once more, and he’s most certainly not complaining at the way your thighs keep cinching around him

He lets you use him, lets you ride his face to your heart's content, all while his fingers toy with your nipples

Your walls keep fluttering, trying to squeeze around his tongue, and he thinks he might just be in heaven

It isn't long for your orgasm to build up all over again

Your moans get louder, your muscles tensing above him, and you keep shuddering, like the pleasure he's forcing into you is becoming too much

He considers edging you again, but fuck, his head is all clouded, and you just taste so good, and you're body's reactions are way too perfect for him to pull away

So instead of doing that, his hands return to your hips, and he locks you down against his mouth so that he can abuse your cunt without holding anything back

You nearly scream, your back arching, fingers pulling at his hair while he lavishes your desperate sex with attention

You're loud and shameless and so fucking gorgeous when you cum on top of him

He feels your sex fluttering, feels you clenching and unclenching as waves of your arousal gush into his eager mouth

He laps up every drop, his tongue not leaving a single inch of you unexplored

You're whimpering and trembling in his hold, and he can tell you're starting to get overstimulated, but it's so, so hard for him to stop

He knows his grip is bruising, he knows it's too much, but you've been such a good girl for him, surely you can take a few more seconds for him, can't you?

"J-Jack, fuck~"

God, the way you whine his name has him feeling weak

His fingers loosen their hold around you, and it's just enough leverage for you to lift yourself off of his mouth

But then a punishing smack! to your ass brings you back down against him

He wants more

He's insatiable when it comes to you

"Fuck!~ Jack, I-I can't---I'm gonna---"

He's so lost in the feeling of you riding out your orgasm on his face that it hardly registers he's about to make you cum from the overstimulation

Your second orgasm crashes into you, and you sound utterly breathless as you cry out for him again

He doesn't stop---he can't

He laps up your arousal, cleaning all the slick you've produced for him like a man starved

It's only when your body slumps, only when the sheer amount of pleasure has exhausted you, overwhelmed you, do his senses return to him

He lets you go, releasing you from his hold, and you're all shaky and breathless as you lift yourself off of him and collapse next to him

There's a wonderfully dazed, fucked-out look in your eyes

And he honestly doesn't know if this was just a hook-up or if you plan on staying over the night

But fuck, he really, really hopes you're going to fall asleep in his arms tonight

He can only pray you won't leave him this time

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