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scandalcus · 1 year

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𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 — ♡ 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒

PAIRING — ellie williams x afab!reader SUMMARY — tattoo artist! ellie gives you a thigh tattoo CONTENT WARNINGS — smut, stone top!ellie, sub!reader, shy reader, enthusiastic consent, fingering, face riding, oral sex, etc. WORD COUNT — 1.7k A/N — hello sorry for not posting any fics for like a week i've had zero motivation to write and barely any to make this so i apologize if its bland and rushed. also, i made a spotify playlist dedicated to ellie if u wanna listen ❤️

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓, 18+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

You sat anxiously in the unfamiliar room. Your leg involuntarily shook as you scanned the area. Various types of posters and drawings were displayed along the wooden walls.

Your eyes landed on the coffee table before you, observing the different comic books and trading cards scattered across it. You let out a small huff, finding it amusing how dorky Ellie is.

"Okay, I'm ready," she says, turning to you and holding a tattoo gun in her right hand. "I don't have a tattoo chair or anything so do you mind sitting on the edge of my bed?" She asks, gesturing towards her bed.

"Yeah that's fine," you say, walking up to her bed and plopping down on the edge. She makes her way over to you, her hands in the air so she doesn't contaminate any of her tools. "Where did you want the tattoo?"

"On my thigh," you say, awkwardly fumbling with your fingers. She looks up at you, and you look elsewhere in the room. You felt incredibly intimidated by her for some reason, blushing every time she looked up at you.

"You're gonna have to take your pants off." she says casually. "Right," you say, standing up and starting to unbutton your pants. She averts her gaze around her room, obviously sensing your awkwardness.

"Is this your first tattoo?" she asks, trying to make small talk as if this interaction isn't already awkward enough. "Yeah," You say, shyly sliding your pants off. "What made you want to get a tattoo?" she asks, still facing away from you. "I've been wanting one for a while, I just couldn't find a good artist." you shrug, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Good thing you found me," she says turning around to face you, giving you a reassuring smile.

You place your hands in your lap, trying to cover your panties. You purposely wore a nice pair of underwear because you knew they would be seen but you ended up slightly embarrassed by your choice. Maybe it was a little too bold.

Ellie looks up at you, this time you hold eye contact, not on purpose though. She just happened to catch you off guard and you couldn't make yourself look away.

"Lay back." she orders, you comply and stare at the ceiling, your hands still covering your intimates. She gently grabs your wrist and moves them out of the way, taking the chance to place the tattoo stencil high up on your thigh. You look down and notice a slight smirk across her lips. "I like your panties." she says, causing you to become extremely flustered.

You don't say anything in response, you just lean back and continue to look into space. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She says, removing the stencil and grabbing her tattoo gun. "Oh it's fine, you didn't make me uncomfortable. I'm just nervous."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

She positioned herself between your thighs, unexpectedly pulling you closer to the edge of the bed so can work more comfortably on you. You audibly gasp at the sudden movement, but she ignores you and continues to adjust herself.

You hear the buzzing of the tattoo gun, followed by her hot breath against your inner thigh. She was significantly close to your heat, her knuckles barely grazing your slit, causing the hair on your body to raise.

You felt a lump form in your throat like you could hardly breathe. The needle suddenly pierces your skin, making you suck in a sharp breath. "You okay?" she asks, proceeding to drag the gun across your skin, causing a whine to escape your lips.

You let out a hum in response, feeling your panties become more and more drenched the longer she worked in between your thighs. As much as you hoped she wouldn't, she certainly did notice the wet spot growing on your panties.

The tension in the room was thick, you could sense her peeking up at you every couple of minutes. The lust felt like it was about to consume you, you couldn't help but squirm under her touch; partly because of the pain from the tattoo, but mainly due to the ache growing between your legs.

"Fuck," you breathe out, feeling slightly defeated. This immensely attractive girl was placed between you, inches away from the one place you yearned for her to be. You didn't even really know her though, she was just some tattoo artist your friend recommended to you. You couldn't help but feel humiliated by how obviously turned on you were by her.

You felt her knuckles graze you again, this time there was definitely more pressure applied. It was subtle but noticeable.

The buzzing sound comes to a sudden halt. You lift yourself up on your elbows and look down at Ellie in confusion, watching her set her gun down before grabbing a wipe and cleaning the excess ink off your skin.

"Are you done already?" you ask, looking down at your piece, noticing how unfinished it looks.

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted." Ellie sighs, placing a bandage on your fresh tattoo and removing her gloves. After discarding the trash, she comes back and places her hand above your knee, looking up at you seductively. You felt your heart thump against your chest.

"I can come back later," you say softly, acting oblivious to her suggestive mannerisms. "I don't want you to leave," she responds, her hand slowly trailing up your thigh. She simultaneously makes her way on top of you until her face is inches away from yours, her thighs cradling you.

Your body went stiff, your breathing caught in your throat. "Relax," she says softly, using her right hand to move a strand of hair out of your face. You exhale, letting yourself loosen up. "Good girl."

She hovered over you, her eyes jumping across your features. The desperation in your eyes is evident to her. She had been studying your body language when she was tattooing you, trying to resist the urge to pin you down and fuck you the entire time. She knew you wanted her as bad as she wanted you, so she gave in to her desires.

Her hand travels down to your core, massaging you through the fabric. You let out a whimper in response. "I couldn't help but notice how wet you were," she mutters, tilting her head slightly and watching you fall apart beneath her. Her eyes were dark, full of lust.

She slid her hand under your panties and slipped two of her fingers into your entrance with ease, causing you to audibly gasp. A moan escaped her lips at how snugly you fit around her. "mm fuck, you're so tight."

She pressed her lips to yours, the kiss was intense and passionate. You moaned against her lips as she continued pumping her fingers in and out of you, her thumb finding its way to your throbbing clit and rubbing circles against it.

She made her way down to your neck, sucking on the exposed skin. The pace of her thrust quickened, and you felt her knuckles slamming against your surrounding skin. A string of moans fell from your lips as you felt the tension wither from your body. Your moans and whimpers send vibrations to her lips, waves of bliss traveling through your body. She curved her fingers inside of you, causing you to jolt.

You felt an orgasm approaching, and you gripped Ellie's shoulder as your thighs trembled. She noticed how close you were and stopped, causing you to pout. She bought her fingers to her mouth and sucked your juices off of them, humming while savoring the taste. She then snakes her fingers around the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them off and stuffing them into her jean pocket.

"Come here," she says, flipping over and pulling you on top of her. You sat on top of her shyly, your bare pussy resting on her abdomen. "Come sit on my face." She demands, putting her hands on your hips and encouraging you to scoot up. You comply, adjusting yourself until your pussy is hovering over her mouth.

She pushed your hips down and buried her face into your pussy, her tongue swirling against your folds collecting all the wetness you left for her.

"Fuck... you taste so good," she moans against you. She sucked loudly on your clit, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You grind your hips against her mouth, holding onto the headboard for support. Your cries grew louder and louder as she increased her movements.

She placed her hands on the curve of your ass, guiding you up and down her tongue. Unintelligible babbles left your mouth as she drew little shapes on your bundle of nerves.

"Ellie-" you cried, your thighs already shaking as she works her skilled tongue on you. She hums against your clit in response, wrapping her arms around your thighs to keep you on her face.

"Fuck, don't stop," you whine, your words slurred together as she continues to fuck you with her mouth. She managed to sneak her fingers into the mess, groaning at the way you clamp around her.

"You're almost there, cum for me." she says, coaxing you through an orgasm. Moans and curse words spill from your lips. "Just like that, you're doing so fucking good." she praises. Your body spasms as white flashes before your eyes, everything around you disappearing and pure euphoria consuming your body.

you continue to sloppily ride out your high on Ellie's face, your climax washes over you and she makes sure to catch every last drop of your release. You twitch as she uses her tongue to clean you up.

You pull yourself off of her, plopping down in the spot next to her. Both of you take a moment to catch your breath, sweat trickling down your faces. "How about we take a shower and then I finish your tattoo?" she asks, leaning towards you. "Sounds perfect." you smile, sitting up out of the bed and starting to make your way to the bathroom, your shy demeanor from before clearly absent. She lets out a chuckle at how eager you are, taking your hand and letting you guide her to the bathroom.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃. 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ♡

#i dont like this #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #wlw smut #lesbian smut #tlou smut #the last of us #the last of us smut #the last of us 2 #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams imagine

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jomteaaa · 7 days

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Heeello, how r u? I hope u r doing well ^^

This is an emergency request soo pleaseee write it asap 🙏🏽

Its abt tsukishima kei’s gf who’s very stressed out abt her final exams that she forgets to take care of herself

a/n: i wish you all the best for your exams!! i hope this will be comforting in some ways. i fr tried my best to finish and make sure it still seems alright. just some headcanons on it:

tsukishima leaves a cup of either hot or cold water, whichever you prefer, beside you on the table as you study, and he refills it when he sees it empty.

it doesn't matter if his final exams are around the corner too, and as much as he believes his studies are important, he prioritises you over it.

if he notices that the water level hasn't changed after some time, he slides it over till it's right in your line of sight. "drink, pipsqueak."

if you tell him "later", he'd drags you away from your work by the chair leg and shoves the cup into your hands.

he leaves you alone once you drink at least half the cup of water, but not without a kiss on the top of your head and a squeeze on your shoulder before heading to refill it.

it's harder to get you to eat food though, let alone actual meals, so he resorts to leaving you comfort food or something filling alongside with the cup of water next to you.

if you refuse to eat, he'll again pull you aside to eat, and in some extremely rare times, begrudgingly feeds you himself.

"the things i do for you." "don't do it then, i didn't ask you to." "...no."

you two share earpieces with one of his many playlists running.

he likes to rest a hand on your thigh when he's studying, only pulling away if he really needs to use it, but be assured it always returns back to its place.

everyone knows tsukishima suck as a tutor, with his impatience and all, and it's not like he cares anyways. he doesn't wish to be one. but for you, he tries to be nicer.

"not so dumb now, are we?" and his signature smirk.

when he takes a break from his books and notes, he makes you take one with him too. it's not optional.

"you've been studying for the past few hours already. study any more and you'll actually self destruct."

he either pulls you by the wrist or distracts you with a kiss. you obviously prefer the latter.

wait wait wait imagine him standing behind your chair and he tilts your head up by the chin (albeit roughly knowing you and your stubborn ass) and kisses you YKYK

ok but continuing on, he pulls you to his bed and just cuddles with you, with the earpieces still on.

you'll rant to him as he plays with your hair in silence, with a bit of input here and there.

if you breakdown from the stress, he's there holding your face in his hands and wiping away your tears with his thumbs, placing a few butterfly kisses on your forehead, your cheeks and your nose, again in silence.

he doesn't know what to say during these times, and sometimes, he doesn't have to. his actions are enough.

#hi yall #i'm gonna be closing requests because i'm busy #but i still would love if yall just send me some tsukki thoughts #gimme tsukki content #i'll eat it up #and if i'm inspired i'll write a proper fic #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei fluff #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima x you #tsukishima headcanons #hq tsukishima

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starry-eyedblog · 3 months

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Request for a prnaddict!reader x ghost? You two just became pretty good friends, sharing things about yourselves. Simon shares his recent addiction to cigarettes when you just casually drop that you have a prnaddiction.

side note: Just left a function and its 2am. overheard this scenario unraveling in a balcony earlier. Am too tired to be horny so i left and now leaving this for u if you'd like to :3 goodniiiiiight~

oooo this is such a juicy idea!! also disclaimer, i ken that this probs wouldnae happen in the military where they restrict other soldiers on personal things like smoking but this is FICTION so i dinnae care :3

warnings/tags: simon x gn reader, smoking addictions, porn addiction, smut

it's a friday night, and the bar you are sat at is bustling with bodies. it was starting to get too much so you decided to step out for some air and a tipsy smoke. as you push the heavy door out, the nippy air sweeps in and instantly cools your flushed skin.

a soft sigh leaves you as you step around the corner and pull out your packet of cigs, sliding one out and holding it between your lips as you search for your lighter. once you feel it in your back pocket, you fish it out and spark it up. as the flame lights up your face, this is when you notice the mammoth of a man stood next to you, desperately trying to flicker his lighter to life.

he curses quietly and you look away, lighting up your own fag before silently passing over the lighter to him. he looks up, a black surgical mask hooked beneath his jawline and showing off a pretty gnarly scar across his face. "cheers, love." he grumbles, taking the lighter from you.

you nod silently with a soft smile before taking a long drag from your fag, holding the smoke in your lungs before slowly exhaling. you watch the smoke dance up into in the air for a moment before turning to the man next to you who's chuckling softly.

"like an angel sent from heaven, don't know what i would've done if i couldn't find a lighter." he mumbles as he brings the fag to his lips and inhales. you laugh quietly at his words, taking the lighter back from him.

"no big deal, glad to be of service." you joke with a smile, gently tapping the ash off your fag with your fingers. "i'd be the same if my vibe charger died." you mumble out, but the mysterious man hears you.

"that so?" he questions, and you blush as he turns to you with the fag hanging from his lips. "uh, uhm yeah. all got our own sin or poison, or whatever the saying is." you say, taking a long drag from the fag. he asks for your name, which you give him before asking the same.

once the two of you exchange names, you prompt him about his smoking. "so, addicted to nicotine huh?" you ask, watching him take a long drag from his fag. he nods silently, looking over at you as he slowly exhales the smoke.

"calms my mind and gives me something to do," he shrugs, watching the way you look away from his eyes. "and what about you? can't get enough of a wank?" simon teases and you snort.

"guess you could say that, is it a crime to love porn?" you question with a flushed face, unable to meet his eyes as the two of you smoke outside of the bar together and chat about your addictions.

simon looks back up at he night sky, staring at the bright stars before responding. "didn't say that love," he mumbles before continuing. "each to their own."

months down the line and the two of you are helping each other out - in reality you are only helping the other further aid their addictions.

simon is unable to bring fags now when he gets deployed as they pat him down and confiscate them. a mark now on his file from price to not let him smoke since he's been caught out on his addiction.

so to help, you'll send parcels with fag packets in bulk that he can hide in his room. he has a few secret smoking spots on base where he is sure to be alone and left like that for hours.

when he's back, you'll have him over and fuck him while watching porn together. he indulges in you, sometimes picks out videos that he likes and wants to show you which rots your brain even further.

oh and he fucks you so well, one of the best fuck buddies you've ever had. makes you cum multiple times before he's even got his cock stuffed into you. he likes to grab your jaw and force you to keep your eyes open while watching video after video.

it's a perfect little transaction almost that the both of you have, and no one bothers you about your addictions now. both of you realise that it's unhealthy and if others found out, they'd be disappointed but screw them.

#anon ask #thanks anon!#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley call of duty #simon ghost riley cod #simon riley call of duty #simon riley cod #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #gn reader #gn reader smut #tw nicotine #tw addiction

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poppy-metal · 7 months

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jordan who’s an upperclassman and sooo intimidating who maybe u have a lil crush on until u meet them at a party and theyre sooo mean 🙁🙁 corners u n teases u n u dont know Howww u ever liked them when they dont even let u cum after shoving their fingers in u 🙁🙁

god, it really does hit different because DUH you'd have a crush on jordan fucking li, and you'd never approach them sober but you're at this party and you feel all buzzed and nice and you never have the opportunity to really talk to jordan, run in different circles, they're in higher level classes than you, ect. but they're here tonight, dressed to the nines and it sends warmth running through your veins, a zip of attraction at the way they smile and laugh at something cate said, glass of champagne tipped back, hair loose and soft tonight.

your approach has no tact, you're going on raw instinct, nerves singing and maybe the first few seconds of standing near them should have been enough to warn you away but it isn't. you're too hopeful. you hover by them and they don't even glance at you, like you're so insignificant you dont even register in their presence. but you still try, shuffling on your feet, fidgeting, you tap their shoulder and murmur their name, a wisp in the air "hey, jordan..."

a million butterflies dance in your belly when they do look at you, dark eyes slightly glassy from the alcohol, maybe from the coke they'd bumped earlier, but they cool as they settle on you, raise a perfectly defined brow, "what was that?" they're grinning a little, and its the mean kind, the mocking kind, the 'why is this freshmen talking to me' kind.

still, you stumble "jordan," you say again, louder. "um, hi."

they stare at you, like they're giving you the time to come up with something more. you cant. you feel the humiliation the alcohol had slowed down, now rising to the surface and you wonder what the hell you were thinking approaching jordan fucking li, in the top fucking 5, like you were a somebody, when in, fact, they didn't even know your name.

"do i know you?" they confirm that small feeling, and you wince, shaking your head, taking a step back. jordan sees this and laughs, exchanges a look with cate and you feel like you're on the end of some joke. stupid. "are you going to actually fucking speak or just stand there gawking all night?"

"sorry-" you're already backing away, turning quickly as your body heats up. maybe you can find a corner to hide in forever and disintegrate into dust. "sorry, nevermind."

you don't notice the way their eyes linger on your retreating back, or the way they smirk as they tip their glass back again, something distinctly predatory in those eyes. dont see them lean in to tell cate they'll catch up with her later as they slide like liquid after you, moving with calm intention. a cat stalking a rabbit.

they corner you as you're trying to open the bathroom door, a ringed hand comes up above your head, pushes the door open the rest of the way, and then there's another hand on the small of your back, guiding you forward, inside, you hear the lock click by the time you're turned around ready to - but then their hands on are your waist, back back backing you up until your hips hit the cool counter of the sink.

they're in their fem form now, but that doesn't make them any less intimidating even as they have to look up at you, you still feel your heart hummingbird fast in your chest.

"wha-"

"was that your lame ass attempt at flirting back there, freshie?" their voice is condescending, you'd feel miles more chastised if their hand wasn't moving down to your thigh, soft skin caressing your bsre flesh, dragging up and under your skirt. "thought you could come up and talk your shit in this tiny fucking skirt and I'd fuck you?"

"I-" your voice is a squeak, a mouse. you feel on fire, your head in a hundred different places, on their face, on their eyes, on the cruel tilt to their mouth, on the way their hand feels stroking even higher up your thigh now, almost to the edge of your panties. just barely there. "i didn't- I just wanted-"

"hm? what did you want. go ahead and tell me."

their thumb traces the band of your underwear, dips just inside. you're embarrassingly wet, and they're embarrassingly close to finding that out.

"i just wanted...you. t-thought you looked p-pretty and - I've always wanted - wanted a chance to get to know you -"

it feels silly and ridiculous to admit to something like a crush when their hand is almost on your cunt, but. what can you do. stop them? hell no.

jordans eyes soften just a little, some of that meanness leaking out of them at such a sweet little confession. stroking their ego is always gonna make them fold, you dont know that yet, but its working a hell of alot more than you think.

"that's really sweet." they tell you, and their hand dips fully into your panties now, warm palm cupping the wet heat between your legs. one finger dances along your lips, just shy of parting them - "how about i let you know what i do to cute little freshman who poke their noses around me, hm?"

their eyes have this glint in them as they watch your mouth part, your eyebrows drawn together as you have your little pussy played with. they wonder if this is the first time a woman has touched you this way, if this is the first time you've been touched here by another person, period. and fuck, it turns them on.

"usually, I make them cry. fucking hate entitled little shits like that - wasting my time, but you - well," its evil how conversational they sound as they sink a finger inside you, pump it gently in and out, "you got a nice pussy." they pull their hand away, but before you can whine at the loss they're lifting you, until your ass is perched on the sink, hands rucking your skirt all the way up up up around your waist, "and I'm hungry -"

they sink to their knees.

#ask #barks like a hound dog behind a metal fence #jordan li #jordan li x reader #jordan li smut

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zerobaselove · 1 year

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kisses with zb1 ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warning: hanbin's is slightly suggestive? i think? but nothing other than that! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: thank u anon for the request i've been wanting to write smth like this :D im not sure if its 100% what you wanted but i hope you like it anyways

members under the cut!

jiwoong ;

"does this look okay?" you couldn't help but ask your boyfriend; looking in the mirror at the outfit you chose. it was nice, sure, but with a boyfriend like jiwoong by your side you had to make sure you didn't look completely like a fool. "it looks great, you look great." he smiled, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his vision moving to the mirror to look at the two of you.

you couldn't help but melt into his touch as he leaned down to press light kisses on your neck. "my love, you always look gorgeous," he said in between placing kisses on your skin before turning you away from the mirror and towards him. "now let's get going," he placed one last kiss on your lips, savouring the moment and letting his lips linger. his hand came up to cup your cheek, gently so as to not ruin your makeup, and smiling into yet another kiss.

"jiwoong," you mumbled against his lips, "don't we have to go?" he pulled away with a pout on his now slightly lipstick-covered lips. "why do we have to go to this dinner," an even louder sigh escaped his lips, "you're all i could want anyways." you brought your thumb up to wipe off the makeup that now adorned his lips before smiling, "well you have me," it was your turn to reach up and plant a kiss on his lips, "so let's not let these outfits go to waste."

zhang hao ;

you hadn't expected to come home so late, but when you walked into your shared bedroom with your boyfriend hao, you made an attempt to get ready for bed quietly. you were under the impression it had worked, until you got to your side of the bed and went to get in. "you're home," you could barely make out hao's sleepy mumbles, but what you could make out was his arm holding up the blanket to let you in; sliding under the covers you turned to your boyfriend.

"hi hao, go back to bed, i didn't mean to wake you." the only response you got from the boy was the feeling of his hand on your side, trailing up till he found your face in the darkness of the room. with his hand on your cheek he leaned in to feel your lips against his. "missed you." he mumbled against your lips, the feeling sending sparks through your body. "missed you too hao." you managed to get out before kissing him again, your hand coming up to run through his messy hair.

eventually, you pulled away, both feeling the weight of the day weighing on you and wanting to let the drowsiness take over. with his hand resting over your waist, you relaxed into the bed and let your eyes shut. "goodnight hao." you muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. while you couldn't see him, you just knew he was smiling back at you. "goodnight love."

hanbin ;

"did it hurt?" you asked, tracing the tattoos across hanbin's chest, dragging your finger to trace the lines of his collarbones as well. "it wasn't pleasant," he giggled, whether at the ticklish feeling of your light touches or just because, you didn't know. "but it wasn't too bad." a sheepish smile spread across his face partnered with a blush as he took notice of the way your eyes trailed over his skin so intently.

"too bad i couldn't have kissed it better," the words fell from your lips without much thought, but it made hanbin's breath catch in his throat. "you, you still could." the blush on his face had darkened and he had to resist the urge to hide his face in his hands at the suggestion. without another moment passing you kissed the boy, his hands subconsciously coming to rest on your side and trace shapes on your skin. you trailed down his jaw ending at his collarbone, peppering kisses across his skin until you reached the delicate celestial tattoos adorning his body, much like paint on a canvas. "pretty."

after a few more moments you reconnected your lips, "you're the pretty one," he mumbled against you before pulling apart and resting your foreheads against each other, taking the opportunity to take in the moment, memorizing every feature on his face. he took your hands in his, squeezing them tight. "my pretty y/n."

you flushed at the nickname, your heart skipping a beat without even realizing before squeezing his hand back, "my pretty hanbin."

matthew ;

"in what world is strawberry the best flavour." you huffed in disbelief at your boyfriends ice cream opinion, getting a smug smile in return. "in this one," he said matter-of-factly, taking another taste of the pink dessert. "you don't know what you're missing out on y/n." you couldn't help but laugh as you shook your head, taking a bite of your own ice cream.

matthew had to stifle a giggle when he saw you, leaving you to raise your eyebrow in confusion. "what?" you whined, seeing the smile on his face get wider. "you just have a little ice cream on your nose," he brought his thumb up to wipe it off, unable to stop smiling at just how cute you were. "anything else?" you joked.

he only nodded, causing you to sigh at the state of yourself. before you could whine any more, matthew had connected your lips in a short kiss. "there," he smiled, "got it!" you were a little dumbfounded, but that didn't stop you from pulling him in to kiss his lips again, leaving one last peck before you pulled apart.

"you taste like strawberries." you mumbled, your thumb coming up to your lips, seeing your boyfriend flash his biggest smile back at you. "not so bad is it?"

taerae ;

it wasn't often that taerae got sentimental, but when he did it was always adorable in your eyes; his smile would grow and his eyes would soften just talking about how much he loved you, and the feeling was absolutely mutual. as much as you loved hearing his kind words, you couldn't fight the urge to kiss him anymore. leaning in to connect his lips with yours had pretty effectively quieted him down.

"god you're perfect," he whispered against your lips, continuing his tangent from earlier; this time in muffled whispers against your lips in between kisses. his hands had found themselves on you; one tangled in your hair and the other finding purchase on your waist, keeping you in place. your own hands resting on his shoulders, subconsciously pulling him closer until you needed air.

you both pulled apart with ear to ear smiles, and you couldn't help but be aware of his hand still on your waist as you find yourself leaning into it. "have i told you how perfect you are?" he asked, fiddling with the hem of your sweater, and you couldn't help but laugh a little. "you did just a few minutes ago taerae."

"but that was a few minutes ago," he leaned in to peck your lips again, "i'm gonna tell you how perfect you are until i run out of breath."

ricky ;

"i just don't know what to do," your voice trailed off as you brought your hands up to cover your face. "everything is just so overwhelming." you felt bad for your boyfriend ricky, always having to deal with your ramblings, but he didn't seem bothered by it; always sitting and patiently listening to you and your thoughts.

now that you were both sure you had finished your tangent. ricky couldn't help but lean in to place a kiss on your lips, effectively pulling you out of your head enough to calm down. "it's okay," he smiled, "you're not gonna go through this alone, so there's no point worrying about that right now." this time placing his hand on yours and rubbing small circles with his thumb.

you breathed a sigh of relief, connecting your lips once again. "thank you," you muttered between kisses, "i don't know what i'd do without you." ricky only hummed as his hand found its place at the small of your back, pulling you closer to his chest; his other hand reaching up to hold the back of your head, planting a kiss on your head, "you don't have to, i'm never leaving your side."

gyuvin ;

"gyuvin-" you whined out, hoping your boyfriend would hear you from the other room, "i need your help." you called out, soon being welcomed with a smile as he sees your predicament. "can't reach?" he asked, smirking at the cabinet that seemed to be just too far out of your reach. "listen," you started, letting out a joking huff at the boy to match the pout across your face, hopeful to convince him. "are you going to help me or not?"

he thought about it for a moment before letting a mischievous smile spread across his face, "i'll help you, but for a price." you couldn't help but laugh at his antics, only giving him a nod to continue his train of thought. "i'm going to need payment in kisses," his smile widened as did your eyes, "no free labor here!"

you only sighed before taking a step closer and leaning up to reach his lips, giving him a small peck before looking expectantly between him and the top shelf of the cabinet, "there. now help me." when gyuvin leaned closer you had thought nothing of it; until he went for your lips. his hands wrapped around your waist, opting to lift you onto the counter so you were closer to his height. the two of you pulled away a few minutes later, cheeks flushed and smiles wide.

you turned to look behind you, grabbing the box off the top shelf now that you were on the counter, "didn't need you anyways!" you giggled, hopping off the counter and sticking your tongue out at gyuvin to taunt him, getting a huff in return. "i'm the whole reason you got up there!"

gunwook ;

"i got in!" you yelled, holding the acceptance letter in your shaking hands. "oh my god," gunwook matched your energy, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up, "i knew you would!." he let you back down, his one hand grabbing your waist to stabilize you for a moment before holding your face with the other, leaning in for a congratulatory kiss.

"you deserve this." you'd almost think he was more excited than you with the way he had been cheering you on, but that's just how he was. "thank you gunwookie," you brought your arms up to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips again, both smiling into the kiss.

you pulled apart from each other's lips, still with your arms around each other, "you know what this calls for?" you asked, seeing the gears in his head turning as he thought what specifically you were thinking. "another kiss?" he shyly asked, unable to contain his enjoyment of the affection. you laughed at the boy, "not what i was gonna say," you paused to pull him down closer, "but that works too."

connecting your lips for the nth time that afternoon, you couldn't help but smile before separating again"i'm so proud of you," he hummed as he playfully pecked your forehead, "and what better way to celebrate than with your lovely boyfriend, am i right?"

yujin ;

"and that is how it's done." yujin said, neatly kicking the soccer ball into the goal before turning expectantly to you, "your turn." you let out a laugh of disbelief, "yujin, do you really think i can do that?" instead of responding, he opted to just kick the soccer ball your way, hitting your shin in the process. while it didn't hurt that bad, the shock caused you to let out a yelp.

"oh god, are you okay?" he rushed to your side, immediately checking to make sure you weren't badly hurt. you laughed at the boy, reassuring him it didn't hit you hard, but he insisted he should make it up to you for how sorry he was. "well i've got an idea how you could make it up to me." you smiled widely, getting a caring, but confused look in return.

you pointed to your cheek, hoping he would get the hint, and he did. leaving a quick peck on your cheek with a sheepish smile, causing yours to grow even wider. as you turned to the boy, you hadn't realized he was going in for another one, and your lips touched in a chaste kiss; it was clumsy, bumping noses and all, but it was perfect to you. "oh, hello," you chuckled, bringing your hand up to your lips.

"i didn't mean to," he rushed out, cheeks a deep crimson. "yujin it's okay," you grabbed his hand in yours, "i thought it was cute."

#zerobaseone #zerobaseonefics #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines

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here2bbtstrash · 1 year

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Since I’m in lovvvvve with Jimin being all subby… may I please request reader sucking/edging jimin off until he begs for her pussy🔥🙈

Thank you and I love youuuu happy jihope month 💜🫶🏼

HI JAZ ILY 🥺 i kinda cheated a little bc my brain...... really wanted to write fleshlight porn idk i have no excuse. but i hope this still gives you what you were looking for 🥰 stan sub!jimin forever and ever !!!!

~taking jihope drabble requests all month!!~

pairing: sub!jimin x dom!reader wordcount: just over 1k but i won't tell if u don't contains: subbbbbby jimin, reader is pretty soft w him 🥰, edging with a fleshlight hehe, orgasm control/denial, crying, quick mention of brat taming, one face slap, dumbification if u squint, mentions of ownership, teasing, BEGGING, noona kink (sorry 🙈), unprotected sex, jimin comes immediately, we love him anyway

~*~

Jimin’s got his mouth dropped open, tongue lolling out, showing off the places where he’s soft and pink the whole way down.

Eyes closed, lids flickering, keeping time with the pace of his hips. Twitching, shaky, humping up into the toy in your hand as you work it over his cock. The slide is easy, his shaft slick from his own mess of precum and the thick squirt of lube you prepped him with.

There’s a loud squelch for every sloppy pass of silicone down his length, a dirty fucking sound, but Jimin is too gone for the sour-shame shivers that drew his nipples up tight when you first started pumping him. He’s chasing the feeling entirely now, all animal. Brainless.

You want to take him in your mouth and bite down– on the fat muscle of his tongue, the weeping head of his flushed-dark dick, everywhere.

Chew him up and spit him out, pretty baby boy.

“Y-yeah,” Jimin pants, tongue thick in his mouth. “Oh, fuck.”

The muscles of his thighs roll and flex as he fucks himself closer, his cock rabbiting up into your grip, strokes punctuated by desperate little whines, wet gasps. His voice is wrecked, wrung out with pleasure. “Just like that, fuck, fuck–”

All at once, you pull the toy off and watch as denial crashes over Jimin like a wave.

He collapses against the bed, a shattered groan torn from the back of his throat. Shivering, hips still jerking with enough force to smack his useless cock against the flat plane of his stomach, like he’s trying to get himself over that so-close edge untouched. His balls are drawn up tight, surely heavy and aching with pent-up release, enough that a fresh, fat teardrop of it leaks from his slit.

When you drag your gaze back up his body, you find more tears glittering at the edge of his lash line.

You shift up to straddle Jimin’s spread, shaking thighs as his hips finally still; you’re so turned on you may very well be dripping wetness too.

“Are you going to be a good boy now? Not a little brat anymore?” you ask softly, and he nods, bottom lip twisted between his teeth.

“Use your words.” You know he’s not too far gone for it.

“Y-yes. I will,” he sniffs. “Be so good.”

It’s so easy, the pliant way he moves when you grab his jaw with your hand, tilting his chin up to force his gaze to follow. Doesn’t even flinch at the slap you deliver to his cheek, just because you can.

“Then tell me who owns you.”

“Noona does,” that sweet little broken voice mewls.

“Yeah? Who does your cock belong to?”

“Noona,” Jimin answers as you tighten your grip on him again, pressing the blunt edge of your nails into the smooth, soft skin beneath them. “To noona. My cock belongs to noona.”

“That’s right, baby. It’s mine to do whatever I want with. To play with for as long as I want, hmm? Even all day?”

“Love it,” he gasps. There’s a flush to his skin all over, blooming hot want; his chest heaves with it. “Love it when you play with m-my cock all day. ‘Cause it’s y-yours.”

“Aw, baby.” That deserves its own reward. “You are a good boy, huh?”

His fingers twist helplessly in the sheets when you flick a thumb over the brown bud of his nipple, just once. It kicks through him like an electric shock, you can feel it, his hips bucking up between your legs.

“Yeah,” he whines. Reiterates, “‘M yours.”

So fucking perfect. “Why don’t you tell noona what you want, then?” you purr.

A tear drips down Jimin’s face as he breathes his confession like a sinner. Like he’s ashamed to even ask for it, good boy that he is. “Want noona’s pussy.”

“Is that right?”

All it takes is your thighs spread a little wider for you to sink low enough that the folds of your cunt kiss his glossed-wet shaft. Jimin outright moans when you roll your hips, dragging your pussy along his needy cock once, then again.

“Just like this, baby?” You move slow for the delicious slide of him over your clit, and it’s torture good enough to have you both leaking slick.

It takes Jimin three tries to get the word out. “Inside,” he finally whimpers. “Want in, noona.”

“Yeah, you wanna fuck me? Is that it?”

A sob wracks his chest as you keep grinding your slit on him, slow-burn sparks popping in your gut as he loses it beneath you. “Please, noona. Wanna come, wanna fill it up, be a good boy. Please let me in.” He’s babbling, spine arching up like his body’s pleading too.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur. “How can I say no when you ask for it so pretty?”

Jimin’s shuddering like a plucked string, as if every inch of him is hovering on the edge of indulgent blackout pleasure. He’s still begging, an endless pleasepleaseplease drooling out over his tongue until you finally, finally line yourself up to the fat head of his cock and let him stretch your pussy open.

You’re halfway down his shaft when he gasps, “I’m coming.”

“Good boy,” you rasp, greedy for it now as you take him entirely. “Give me what’s mine. Did so good, saved it all for me.”

You can feel the hot pulse of his cock squeezed tight by your walls, pouring out thick spurts of cum, giving back everything you worked up in him. Tears spill down his face, the sweet fucked-up relief kind, like his whole body is shattering to pieces, coming all the way apart.

Jimin takes his time with his long-denied orgasm, his hips shoving up in twitchy aftershocks until he’s worked his way through the last of it. His cock throbs, spent and empty inside of you.

“What do you say, baby?” You reach both hands up to swipe your thumbs over the tear tracks on his face.

“Thank you, noona,” Jimin breathes, his voice softer without that raw edge of need coloring his words. He nuzzles his cheek into the palm of your hand, smudges a kiss there too. The creases under his eyes deepen in an afterglow smile, all the desire shot through him now replaced by the molten warmth of praise.

“You know the rules.”

You tip forward to grab your small purple bullet off the nightstand, then let it drop carelessly onto Jimin’s torso, where it tumbles down to rest in the hollow dip beneath the swell of his ribcage.

“Keep that pretty little cock where it belongs and make noona come, too.”

#jimin smut #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader #simp47koreancrackheads #mbox 📮#jihope month 🌹#jihope month drabbles 💌

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sirenlulls · 9 months

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baby i'm yours → g. gallagher

pairing —gene gallagher x albarn!reader

summary —where gene’s a bit of a cheeky bastard & you post a new podcast episode

baby, i'm yours, and i'll be yours until two and two makes three

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genegallagher bitz n bobz

user blud was def giggling to himself choosing the second pic

↳ user "they're gonna think im so cool for this"

↳ user "everyone's gonna be so jealous I'm sleeping with the it girl of the millenium" WELL I AM JEALOUS. IM SEETHING WITH JEALOUSY. IM GREEN WITH ENVY. THANK YOU MR GALLAGHER. I HOPE UR HAPPY.

user step up the game bro not enough y/n

↳ genegallagher I'll work on it

yourusername hihihihihihihihihi

yourusername hello

yourusername hey *in a really cool n suave n sexy voice*

↳ genegallagher Hello

↳ yourusername ur pretty cute icl 🤭

↳ genegallagher You're not too bad yourself xx

yourusername just scraped my knee falling for u

↳ genegallagher There's plasters in the bathroom press

↳ yourusername let me flirt with you ballache bastard

↳ genegallagher I've never felt so romanced 😍😍

yourusername guys don't be fooled, he had no idea how to use the camera!!! he's a caveman!!!!

↳ genegallagher Smh this defamation is heartbreaking.

↳ yourusername awe the baby :(

user mum and dad

user my pants drop every time i see them

↳ user ur so me

ruby1kid Such angels xx Must meet up again soon!! Love you both 😘😘❤️❤️💋💋

↳ genegallagher Love you too xx

↳ yourusername definitely!! missing our chats xx

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yourusername look the lover to the beach (plus a hidden gem of moody chops junior + senior)

liamgallagher Who are you calling moody chops?

↳ yourusername no one special 😇

↳ user oh no the gallagher cheek is getting to her

genegallagher Don’t appreciate this.

↳ yourusername poor thing :(

genegallagher You look okay I guess…….

↳ yourusername sleep on the couch xoxo

genegallagher Think those shells are still in my coat pocket

↳ yourusername forgot you picked them up tbh 😭

↳ genegallagher Kinda had to since you kept going on about how pretty they were 😔🙄

↳ user only relationship ever

gracieabrams ilyilyilyilyily

gracieabrams hi wife

↳ yourusername hi loverrrrr

bobbyskeetz beach.

↳ yourusername beach!

↳ bobbyskeetz beach?

↳ genegallagher beach

↳ user gene is soooo sick of this shit lmao i eat it up all the time

user mother is mothering so hard y’all

user im in love w you

user i wont u so bad

user nepotism done right i’m on my knees fr

graciebrns AHHHHBHBABABABABHAAAA

↳ user grace is so me

graciebrns i love u sososo bad

↳ yourusername I LOVE YOU MORE PRETTYYYYY

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genegallagher Got dragged to the beach and got some of the best views

yourusername omg romance?? i didn’t know it did that 😱😱

↳ genegallagher Won’t happen again xx

yourusername iloveu

↳ genegallagher I love you too

yourusername you’re so sappy

↳ genegallagher If it’s such a problem I can stop

↳ yourusername NO ITS CUTE

user the last pic 🤭🤭🤭

user praying damon skips this post because he doesn’t deserve to be traumatised at the last slide

user “some of the best views” gene can u kys i deserve this life

user genes getting too bold im half expecting to see tits on the tl soon

↳ user don’t give him ideas

ruby1kid Stunning!!! ❤️❤️ Hope you’re having the best time, lovies!! 🥰🥰🥰

↳ yourusername we’re having a ball! can’t wait to see you next week xx

↳ ruby1kid I expect to see all the photos (even the bad ones) 🤣🤣🤣🤣

↳ yourusername oh especially the bad ones 😝

↳ genegallagher I don’t like this

genegallagher just updated their instagram story!

yourusername just updated their instagram story!

#gene's girl.#gene gallagher x reader #gene gallagher #liam gallagher #lennon gallagher #damon albarn #britpop #britpop x reader #nepo baby!reader #nepo baby x reader #nepo baby #social media au #instagram #instagram au #celebrity!reader #famous!reader

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galaxychaos78 · 4 months

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inspired solely by the lovely @strawberrystepmom's post. got into a mushy mood and couldn't stand to keep it all in the tags. this is all fluff and alcohol mention of feelings and its just straight tooth rotting fluff.

Shikamaru was never one to drink.

His preferred vice was smoking; taking in a nicotine stick every morning, afternoon, and a few minutes before bed. He liked the ease it brought; feeling the smoke travel through his lungs, hearing the subtle click of the lighter and smelling the wisps of smoke coming from the end of the cigarette. But sometimes he indulged in an occasional drink. Only on special occasions, he told himself.

This certain occasion? Boys night.

Shikamaru chuckled as he took a sip of his alcohol, a lazy smirk on his face as he watched Naruto and Shino play Super Smash Bros, Naruto's fingers button mashing while Shino plays Pikimin with a surprising amount of skill. Shikamaru's body feels warm, like he's sitting under a tree taking a nap in the middle of summer. Choji, who's munching on popcorn, slides the bowl Shikamaru's way. Shikamaru is about to grab a handful when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He takes it out with one hand and the smirk on his face breaks out in a lovestruck, dopey eyed grin.

(Y/N): Enjoying boys night pookie?💕

Usually Shikamaru hated that word, always scrunching his face up in disgust and practically begging you to never say it again. But this time, the nickname makes him chuckle. He can imagine how you'd say it too; all exaggeratedly sweet while dragging it out just long enough to make him groan. But, as much as the word makes him want to pull his hair out, he loves watching your face when you say it. Your eyes do that crinkle thing around the edges and the laugh you make always seems to make him hate the word a bit less (not that he'd tell you that out loud. Lord knows you'd take advantage.) It's the smile that gets him though; your lips pull back and expose the white of your teeth in a way you think is unflattering, but a way Shikamaru adores.

Shikamaru: U know i h8 that wrd.

(Y/N): And I hate that you can't be bothered to text in actual complete sentences😝

(Y/N): Still love you though.😘

That makes Shikamaru laugh, and Choji can't help but glance at Shikamaru's phone before chuckling himself. "Y'know the whole reason of boys night is to hang out with the boys. Not texting your girlfriend." Choji says teasingly as he elbows Shikamaru.

"Yeah! No girlfriend stuff on boy's night!" Naruto shouts as he grabs a slice of pizza and bites into it.

"Says the man who's gone to the bathroom like 5 times in the last half hour to text Sasuke." Shino says as he takes a sip of his drink, causing Naruto to freeze mid bite. Choji and Shikamaru chuckle as Naruto yells, "Hey you don't know what I was doing in there or who I was texting!"

"Hey Shikamaru, I never asked. What does a bubbly chick like (Y/N) see in a sulky and moody guy like you?" Naruto asked as he turned towards the black haired man.

"I've also wondered that." Shino murmured as he bit into a potato chip. Shikamaru could've argued or stayed silent as he usually would, but the alcohol made his brain fuzzy and he spoke before his brain could catch up.

"I dunno man. (Y/N) is just..god I don't know what I did to deserve her." He spoke with such adoration, such overwhelming love that it stuns Naruto and Shino. There's a pause in the room and Shikamaru, realizing he was a bit vulnerable with people that weren't just Choji, had a blush creep onto his face. "I mean it's whatever man." He added quickly, trying to shrug it off.

"Woah you really like her. Like...reallyy like her." Naruto states in amazement.

"He does," Choji hums in agreement, biting into a slice of pizza himself. "You should ask him why he loves her so much." Shikamaru shoots Choji a glare and his best friend grins.

"So...why do you love (Y/N) so much? What do you see in her?" Shino asks, crossing his legs over one another. Shikamaru chuckles at that and leans his head back against Choji's couch, breathing out a sigh through his nose.

"I see everything I want to be. I see an actual light in the darkness. She's flawed, but beautiful. She's so uplifting and doesn't like people seeing her upset, so she's always smiling, even if I know she's hurting. She's competitive as hell and hates losing. She's empathetic and somehow always knows exactly what to say to cheer me up. I don't know how she knows but she does."

"She's caring and sweet and kind, but she's not afraid to stand up for what she believes in. She's loud and extroverted, and she's always making friends or conversations with people she doesn't even know. She's the woman I never would've found myself falling for, but now she's the woman I could barely live without."

There's a sniffle and Shikamaru turns his head to find Naruto and Choji with tears in their eyes. "Dude that was so sweet." Choji murmurs through his sniffles as he wiped his eyes.

"Who knew you'd be such a romantic?" Naruto whined as he wiped at his face. Shikamaru chuckled and rolled his eyes. He grabbed his phone and sent a quick text to (Y/N).

Shikamaru: Love you princess. Be home soon alright?💕💖

#nara shikamaru x reader #shikamaru nara x reader #shikamaru nara #nara shikamaru #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden fluff #naruto #naruto fluff #nara shikamaru fluff #shikamaru nara fluff

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circus4apsycho8 · 1 year

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hey hey! i was wondering if i could maybe get a kai x reader oneshot where the reader is sick.

nothing serious or anything like that, just a cold that makes them slightly delirious and cling onto kai more than they usually do (aka they don't normally do it at all lol)

no pressure if you can't/don't want to do this, btw, i just thought it'd be cute tbh /gen /npa dw

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 :) 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

clingy. | kai x reader

You tried to drag yourself out of bed. You really did, considering how much you hate skipping training.

But today is different – the lopsided pressure in your head is making you dizzy when you try to stand. You’re able to lay back down before you lose your balance.

Stars, your head is throbbing. Combined with your stuffy nose, sore throat...yeah. Absolutely icky.

It takes a matter of seconds for you to give up any hope of getting up. Suddenly met with a cold chill, you pull your blanket closer to your chin.

For a few minutes, you simply lay there, not wanting to move. You’re too achy to even think about standing.

To no avail, you try to go back to sleep. But you just can’t. For a few minutes, you find yourself tossing and turning until a knock sounds at your door.

“Huh?” you grunt, throat too sore for you to speak anything coherently.

“Babe?”

Relief courses through you as Kai steps through, his warm eyes already darting across your bedridden figure. It doesn’t take him long to put the pieces together.

He sits beside you, one of his hands coming to your cheek. “Oh no...you caught whatever funk Jay brought back, didn’t you?”

You nod, pointing to your throat.

“Your throat hurts? Damn. I’ll see if Sensei can make some of his sick tea. Here,” he trails off so he can unhook your phone from its charger, handing it over to you. “Text me until your throat feels better. Just tell me if you want anything to eat or anything, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Thank the stars for this boy. You don’t know what you’d do without him.

You immediately open your messaging app, thumbs zipping across the keyboard:

You: can i pls have some medicine too

You: i feel like i got hit by a truck

Kai: u got it gorgeous

Kai: sensei making tea rn, im bringing u medicine for now

You: thank you sm

Glad that he’s returning, you shut your phone off and set it on your chest as you close your eyes.

Soon enough, Kai returns, bottle of water and medicine in hand along with his laptop cradled in his other arm. He sets it at the foot of the bed so that he can crack the bottle open.

“Okay, can you sit up for me?” he questions, once again having a seat at the edge of your bed.

You nod, shifting until you’re upright. Kai patiently waits for you to get comfortable, gently dumping two pills into your hands before giving you the bottle of water. “I know your throat hurts, but this will help lighten the nastiness up a little bit.”

You down the pills with a gulp of water, cringing at the feeling of the pills sliding down your sore throat.

“I know it hurts, babe, but it’ll help. Make sure you keep drinking water, too. You need to stay hydrated.”

You nod, sighing through your stuffy nose. Kai climbs into bed next to you, reaching for the laptop. You open your phone again.

You: don’t get close! I don’t want you to get sick too

Rather than sending it to him, you just turn the screen towards him so that he can read it.

“Nah, I’m staying,” he replies. “I know it sucks to be alone when you’re sick. Besides, we haven’t had a whole lot of time together lately anyway. Let’s watch something, yeah?”

You nod, understanding by the tone of his voice that his mind won’t be changed.

“Great. So, what do you want to watch?”

You type your answer out, followed by:

But you get to pick the next one!!

“Fine,” he replies with a chuckle. “Let me go check your tea first, though!”

A hint of a smile appears on your lips as you watch him leave. How did you end up so lucky?

While you wait for your boyfriend to return, you take another sip of water. The pain in your throat screeches in retaliation, though. Yeah, you should probably wait for the tea. Sensei Wu’s special tea always managed to help a little bit.

Kai returns a few minutes later, your cup of tea in hand. He settles in next to you, handing you the mug.

You sigh gratefully, taking a sip. The hot water does wonders to soothe your throat.

“That’s better,” you mumble, leaning your head on Kai’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” he replies, shooting you his adorably dumb smile. You can’t help but smile too, watching as he sets up the show and leans back.

For a while, you simply lean against him, content that he’s staying with you for the time being. The warmth radiating from him wards the chilliness away, allowing you to flutter in and out of sleep as you rest.

After your show ends, you feel Kai stirring from his spot beside you. You turn to him, watching as he starts to untangle himself from the sheets.

You find yourself upset that he’s leaving, setting your mug to the side as you latch onto his arm.

“Babe,” he coos, chuckling as he glances back down at you with those gorgeous amber eyes. “I’ll be right back, don’t worry.”

“But I want you to stay...” you mumble shyly, not letting go.

“It’ll be super quick. I’m just going to go grab a snack. And I can refill your mug, too!”

You sigh, releasing his arm slightly. “Okay...thank you.”

Kai presses a kiss to your forehead before climbing out of bed, a rush of cold air replacing his warmth. You reach over to your laptop so you can pause the video before laying your head back on your pillow.

A few minutes pass, and you find yourself missing Kai. Why are you feeling so clingy today? Normally, you’re not like this, but for some reason, you just want to hide with him until you feel better.

You grab your phone, sending him another text:

kaiiiiiii

where'd you go??

To your dismay, Kai doesn’t answer for a few minutes. Stars, why are you feeling so sensitive today? Is it just because being sick makes you feel vulnerable?

Thankfully, Kai responds shortly after:

im otw, sorry...got caught up talking to sensei

He returns a few seconds later, now with snacks and a refilled mug of tea. “Sorry, Sensei was asking me a few questions. He’s letting me take the day off so I can take care of you.”

“Good,” you croak, shifting around as he settles back in beside you. “I just...need you right now.”

Kai smiles softly, pulling you against his chest as the two of you lean back. “You know...I hate that you’re sick, but at the same time...I kind of like this side of you.”

“I don’t, but I can’t help it. When I get better, it’s straight back to the ass kicking. Yours included.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Kai jokes.

You sigh, too tired to return the banter. “Thank you for staying, Kai.”

“Anything for you, babe. Get some rest.”

With that, your eyelids grow heavy as you snuggle up to him, eventually letting yourself sleep for the day.

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘!

#ninjagoxreader #kai x reader #kai smith x reader #ninjago x reader

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eldritch-spouse · 10 months

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Is it possible for vesper to be jealous when some other icon/demon hits on u or like their ogling their eyes on your body? And also how bout if its the other way around (reader gets jealous) oh and like if u wanna do this. This one is when the reader is queen of lust. And already turned to succubus.

Vesper will never get jealous from other people's lustful glances towards you.

In fact, this makes him very happy. It's what he wants. Vesper wants everyone to look at you and get so aroused they just have to touch themselves- Like how they react to him. He's enthused by the stares of others, often openly flaunting you as soon as he sees strangers get interested. Vesper will grab your assets and slide your clothing aside, Hell, he might even just start fingering you right then and there.

If the person is receptive enough to come hit on you, then it's even better. Because that's an invite for you to fuck them, to feed off them, and possibly even to share that meal with your King. Sometimes you can feed a little too much and fuck them to an untimely, orgasmic end, but hey- You'll work on that. Vesper is the least likely to ever get offended by any of this. Please fuck other people, please bring people home for the two of you to rail, just get absolutely wrecked with him, for him.

Seeing you get jealous of others wanting him is a little concerning however. Dearest... You realize people can't really help it, don't you? He's the Icon of Lust, of course Vesper is always desired and lusted after. Of course people will look and flirt with him, that's part of his life and vital to his survival. Even if Vesper wanted to be entirely dedicated to you, it would be unhealthy for him to focus all his feeding on you. Please understand that, while his body cannot be yours alone, his heart and mind will always be.

However. Past all that concern for your happiness, a part of Vesper yearns to see you lose your shit and drag him away by the tendril, maybe force him down and ride him in the middle of something important. Call him a dirty sniveling whore who just can't get enough, let everyone know that you'll always have the best of him, he'll always prostrate himself before you faster than he ever would for anyone else. It could even be a kinky roleplay thing, where you chain King Vesper to the bedroom for a prolonged period of time and keep him aaaaall to yourself.

#Vesper oc

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mabelstone · 8 months

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okay but.. hear me out on this.. song one shot of 'Diet Mountain Dew' by Lana Del Rey!!! (you can pick who it is :)) - the same person who asked for enchanted!!

White Pontiac Heaven

matt stone x reader

one of my fav lana songs ever, thank you for the req <3

summary: you're know you're just the 'side piece,' but his secretive, sweet nothings are enough to keep you wanting more

CW: cigarette smoking, fingering, oral sex while driving (m receiving), size kink if u squint super hard, the term "pretty p*ssy" is thrown around a few times soz, I DON'T CONDONE UNSAFE DRIVING!! we have beds for a reason

focus lyrics:

there in his white pontiac heaven; do you think we'll be in love forever?

take another drag, turn me to ashes, ready for another lie

you're no good for me, but baby, i want you

You always made an effort to look pretty for him, knowing you'd succeeded each time he complimented you. You had your hair in a half up, half down do, a white ribbon wrapped around your loose curls. You wore a matching thigh length satin dress with three inch heels with a dainty golden buckle.

He picked met you outside, standing beside his new convertible. Always such a show off. He wolf whistled as you walked toward him, causing your cheeks to match the pretty pink panties he'd later take off you.

"Good morning, Matt," you blushed as you reached the car.

He took your hand in his, brazenly scanning your outfit as he took your hand, leading you to the passenger side. "It is a good morning, isn't it?"

"So, how long are you planning on keeping this one?"

"Until I get bored, I guess," he chuckled, slamming your door before slipping into the drivers side. The car was nice, ridiculously shiny, all red leather interior with an old fashioned steering wheel.

"So give it, what, three months?" You teased, sliding on your sunglasses as it was your turn to watch him now.

"Don't act like you're complaining, sweetheart." He started the ignition, defined muscles flexing with every movement. He wore a white cotton button down with the sleeves rolled up slightly, black slacks hugging his lower half. Short praline curls that moved delicately in the breeze, sunglasses of his own hiding those enchanting emerald eyes.

"I'm not," you defended with a soft smile. His hand found its way to your thigh, your heart leaping in your chest. "Where're we going?"

"Canadaigua Lake," he smiled back, eyes still glued to the road. "Smoke?" He asked, pulling his hand away from your thigh to open the glovebox, pulling out a pack of Marlboro's. You never were a smoker, but you knew he liked it when you joined in with him.

You nodded, taking a cigarette from the box and placing it between your lips. Left hand still on the wheel, he used his right hand to light the cigarette, you cupping your own in front of the lighter so the wind wouldn't extinguish the flame. You took a drag, the burn that was growing all too familiar gracing your tongue and throat, the thick, heavy, yet soft smoke spreading through your chest. He grinned at you from his seat, "you're getting good, you know."

You picked up another cigarette, placing it between his lips this time. You cupped your hands around the lighter for him as you did for yourself, watching the tip of the cigarette turn red as he took a drag.

"At what, smoking?"

He nodded, taking another long drag. He blew the smoke out into the open air, eyes on the road as he affirmed, "mm, turns me on."

"Yeah?" You blushed, already getting that tingling feeling inside you that seemed to creep up on you far quicker with Matt than any other sexual partner.

"What you got on under that?" He gestured to your dress, already halfway through his cigarette.

You pulled your dress up by the hemming enough to reveal your panties and your lower stomach, your stomach flipping at the soft groan that escaped his lips.

"Are those new?"

"Mhm, got new ones just for you." You went to pull the dress back down when you were halted by Matt's swift hand, switching his smoke to his hand on the wheel, careful to not burn your dress.

You moved your hands, letting him take over. You brought your own cigarette back to your lips, blinking innocently at him over the top of your glasses. "So you like them?"

"Take them off," he instructed, fingers now hooking into the top of the silky material.

"You're driving," you protested, yet his hands didn't move, only impatiently tugging at them now.

You pushed yourself up by your heels, cigarette between your teeth as you slipped your panties down, pulling them off around your ankles and placing them in Matt's expectant hand, which was now extended for you.

You were driving on a long open road, and there were hardly any other cars around, so you felt... as safe as you could, I guess. Any rationality you had, however, was thrown out the window when he brought the pink silk to his mouth, licking over the wet patch that had formed embarrassingly early.

You breath hitched in your throat at the sight, moving your legs out of the way as he slipped your panties into his glovebox. You threw the rest of your cigarette out of the car. His fingers found their way to your folds, sliding his fingers through your slick, sending a shudder through your body. He pulled his fingers away, running his tongue over your arousal.

"Tastes so good," he groaned, fingers immediately moving back to your heat, rubbing small circles into your clit. Your legs reflexively spread, your small hand placed on top of his much larger one, impatiently guiding his fingers to your entrance. He chuckled deeply, abandoning his own cigarette butt before slipping a digit into your tight entrance. The feeling caused you to throw your head back, his talented, slender fingers deep enough inside of you to blur your vision. He slipped in another, a pretty gasp tripping over your tongue and falling past your lips, your back arching under his touch.

"Touch yourself too, wanna feel that pretty pussy cum."

You nodded, pretty much on autopilot, your fingers slipping down to circle your clit. He continued to fuck you with his fingers, occasionally scissoring them, the prettiest sounds of approval leaving your mouth.

"Matt," you whimpered, your legs beginning to tremble as your orgasm got closer and closer.

"Don't stop, baby," he coaxed, his fingers sinking deeper into your heat, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, your breathing growing erratic.

Your head fell back against the headrest, rolling your head to the side to watch him. One hand on the wheel, the other pumping relentlessly, your climax approaching tenfold. He looked to you, hooded eyelids shifting between you and the road, soft words of encouragement leaving his mouth.

"Matt, I- mmh-"

"That's it baby, cum for me," he spurred, struggling to focus on the road as you came undone around his fingers, whining a mantra of obscenities and his name as you internally convulsed with pleasure. "God, you're so fucking good, good girl."

You rode out your orgasm, legs trembling uncontrollably, eyes rolling to the back of your head, swiftly pulling his hand away when you became too sensitive.

"I should pull over and fuck you right now," he confessed, fingers finding their way back to his mouth as he sucked them clean.

"Let me return the favour," you offered breathlessly, unbuckling your seatbelt as you turned to face him. He grinned down at you, watching your nimble fingers make quick work of discarding his belt, tossing it by your feet. You unzipped his fly, pulling his briefs down to free his painfully hard cock, already leaking with precum.

Wasting no time, you wrapped your lips around the pretty pink tip, swirling your tongue around it, tasting his arousal this time. He let out a gasp when your soft lips met his tip, feminine whines replacing his soft gaps when your lips slid down his shift. You hollowed your cheeks as you took more of him, sliding your mouth up and down, tongue flat against his shaft, just the way he liked it. His fingers thread into your hair, urging you to take more of him. You breathed deep through your nose, taking his full length, your nose connecting with the soft tuft of hair on his pubic bone.

"Don't you dare stop," he warned, his grip on your hair tightening as he began guiding you along his length. You hummed in understanding, swallowing around him to your best abilities. You quickened your pace, continuing to swirl your tongue each time you reached the tip, feeling his cock flex against your tongue. His hand reached down to your ass, his arm long enough to slip under you, fingers wedging into you once again.

You moaned around him as he toyed with your clit, the vibrations causing him to moan out, knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the wheel. He bucked his hips slightly, causing you to gag around him. The combination of your warm mouth around him with your pussy around his fingers was enough to send him far over the edge, "I'm gonna cum, baby."

His voice pitchy, grip on your hair so tight that tears pricked at your eyes, hot ribbons of cum shooting across your tongue. You continued swallowing around him, the taste of him dripping down your throat. He moaned like a female pornstar, your pussy throbbing at the sound alone. You slowly pulled off, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, lips dark red and swollen.

"Holy fuck, I nearly crashed," he laughed breathily, swiping a finger over your lips tenderly.

"Is there a roof for this thing?"

(did not proof read)

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut

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artnerd1123 · 5 months

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iiiiit's that time of year again folks! sliding in sorta late with mine, but its before new years, so it counts.

artwise the year was rather dry. another one of those "creating or being 5000% dead" years. plenty of fic writing! and i sure am breathing! but... eheheh. if it weren't for my commissioners, i wouldn't have anything a lot of these months X] ah well, the personal pieces i did do were either big and experimental or just character silly times to help me fall back in love with art. i'll call it a win since i had at least one thing every month!

as always, sentimental rambles are reserved for under the cut <3

oh, and a compilation of all the previous years too! as a treat!

tadaaa many old arts and progress <333

nyway. dudes. bros. friends and foes alike. what the FUCK was this year lskdjfldksf this year dragged me thru dirt. it was 100% MY dirt and 100% MY adulting life struggles!!! but it was still dirty struggles lskdfj

i got covid the last week of january, first of all. that was awful and i wouldn't recommend it at any point. honestly? kinda set the tone for the rest of the year. i went through 3 different jobs lmao. that's gotta be the thing that shaped most of my mood and time. first job was overworking me, second job literally ground me into the dust, and the third job (which i'm still working at) has helped gently get me back on my feet. i actually LIKE going to work most of the time again. really relieving when u gotta work to live X] tho i'll be honest i don't remember a lot of the year aside from work ahaha :,) leaning on my daylio mood tracker/diary app for a lot of this review ;_; money's been tight and circumstances have been up and down and all around... plenty of mental health bullshittery to compliment getting worked to death. got to meet and vibe with friends new and old on a few scattered vacations tho! nd i took the time to tend to friendships in general as i was able. when i wasn't... y'know. just Trying To Exist tm. sometimes i feel like i wasn't there enough this year. like it kept slipping through my fingers. time was slow and too fast all at once. energy was very hit or miss. but... hey, there's gonna be those times when u just survive. i'm ok that the year was spent just getting by. next year should even out a bit- or at least present new problems rather than dragging out the old ones LKDJFS oh! and there were some good things in there for sure! went to an owl city concert, started hanging out with my new work friends, saw the mOTHERFUCKIN FN/AF MOVIE HELLO???? and renewed the lease at my apartment! so, hey! another thing i'll call a win.

time plods on and so do i! into the new year i go, armed with headstrong plans of hope, new roommates (yet longtime friends) on the horizon, and blorbos ready to spin faster than any twister.

here's to another one around the sun. may we get a little more rest and a little more creative in '24 🖤

#art sumary #wtf do i tag these as again #summary of art #2023 summary of art #2023 art summary #yeah that works LKDJF #okbye im go dissolve into puddle for rest of my time off work <333 #artnerd1123

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staybabblingbaby · 21 days

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Fan Experience with SKZ a2 d2

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader wins a contest to have dinner with SKZ and they become friends :D (and maybe more? 0w0)

Word Count: 1,399

Notes: I kind of went for a sillier sort of vibe for this (bc I am a silly person) but I wonder if it makes Reader seem too childish? This one is shaping up to be a one-shot, or maybe one-shot series, idk. I sort of feel like I need more lead up or environment descriptions, it just seems like it's moving pretty fast. I do have a car scene sort of outlined in my head as well as part of the dinner scene, but it'll probably be a bit before I write it lol I have once more accidentally avoided pronouns, unsure how I've done so. Might try to keep it up.

Warnings: None that I know of? It's just silly fluff idk what u want from me.

Masterlist Link :D

"I can't do this." you whine pathetically. Ha-Yun, your best friend and the sacrifice you'd dragged to this fan opportunity, wraps a comforting arm around your shoulder.

"You're doing it." she says firmly. Maybe the arm wasn't a comfort after all, maybe you were her captive now. Turnabout is fair play you suppose.

"We're already here, and the guard has already left to get someone. It's too late to back out now." She finishes reasonably. She’s made several good points, but the day you admit that is the day you marry her. Unfortunately, Ha-Yun happened to be very straight.

"You don't know that!" You insist, "We could run right back out the doors, just poof! Gone." You speak like some sort of madness had taken over you. Quite honestly, it probably had.

Ha-Yun turns to face you properly now. She knows you well enough to know that you were genuinely freaking out, no matter how silly you were about it. She gives you a sympathetic smile, and tugs you closer. Presumably to keep you from running off (and maybe to actually comfort you, just a bit).

"It'll be fine. You adore those boys, just be chill and respectful and it'll all go well." Once again, Ha-Yun appeals to your reason. Too bad you weren't feeling very reasonable at the moment.

You turn yourself to hide your face in her neck and make a sound not dissimilar to a boiling kettle.

"What if they hate me?" You desperately question, "What if they think I'm weird, or ugly, or annoying, or, or, or!" You trail off breathlessly, on the verge of hyperventilating, and feel Ha-Yun gently pat your head.

She makes soft seal noises to mock you and then says, "Well if they do its not like you'll ever know."

Another keening whine leaves you as you slide down to crouch on the floor, arms sliding down with you to wrap around Ha-Yun's knees. She stumbles a bit, but regains her balance by using your head as a cane. She lets you stay there, blessed saint that she is, and continues to speak, wretched devil that she is.

"I mean, really, they're not gonna tell you to your face, and you're not gonna see them again after today." She points out. You'd like to argue, but it's not like she's wrong.

You'd ended up couched on the floor of the JYP building, clutching your best friend's pant leg, on a random Tuesday, about to meet Stray Kids AND eat dinner with them, by pure dumb luck. Actual, literal, luck. Like, won-a-raffle sort of luck. You may as well have won the lottery for everything this opportunity means to you.

Once-in-a-lifetime was an understatement.

"Just have fun with it," Ha-Yun finishes her mini-speech, heedless of your internal (and external) freak-out.

"I think I'll die, actually." You mutter petulantly into her thigh.

She snorts at you, ruffling your hair aggressively and disregarding your half-hearted attempts to swipe at her for it.

"C'mon, what happened to the person who was bouncing off the walls excited about this?" She cajoles, shaking you around but not dislodging you.

"They're dead and buried." You deadpan. It wasn’t like you weren't excited, really! You were just going to perish from sheer anxiety, that was all. Could anyone really blame you? You were about to meet your idols. It was kind of a big deal!

Ha-Yun does nothing but pat your head twice. "Well unbury them," She commands, "the guard is coming back."

Your head snaps up to see, not only the beefy security guard who'd checked both of your I.Ds and passes with great suspicion a few minutes ago, but also the Bang Christopher Chan.

Your brain stalls for a second seeing him dressed head-to-toe in casual black, barefaced and smiling beautifully at you. And then you realize the position you're in and scramble to stand properly, far too late for either of them to have missed your bout of insanity.

You attempt to slide yourself behind Ha-Yun in your humiliation, but the cruel woman snags your elbow with one hand, and your opposite shoulder with the other, and holds you in place in front of her. You take back anything nice you've ever said about Ha-Yun, she's pure evil and out to get you.

Before you can panic too hard, Bangchan and the security guard are in front of you. Though Bangchan is all warm eyes and kind smiles, you can't help but feel small in front of him. You shrink back into Ha-Yun, but she doesn't allow you to retreat. You promise to yourself to only make foods she doesn't like for a whole month when this is over.

"Hi, good to meet you!" Bangchan greets cheerfully. You do your best to match his smile despite your fear and return his greeting, introducing yourself before motioning to Ha-Yun, who was still holding you hostage.

"And this is Ha-Yun, she's my emotional support human today." You're not sure how she's as functional as she is as she both bows respectfully and shakes Bangchan's hand, prompting you to do the same. This was one of the many reasons you'd chosen to bring her over any of your friends who were actually Stray Kids fans. Functional emotional support summed her up nicely.

As greetings wrap up, Ha-Yun turns to you with mischief to dramatically interrogate you.

"Is Emotional support all I am to you?" She demands, "I thought we were more than that! I thought we had something special!" She places a hand over her heart as you'd shot her, dipping back way too far in her dramatics because she knows your hand will catch her whether you want it to or not.

Supporting most of her weight with your fist dug into her upper back, you retort, "You thought wrong."

Bangchan's snicker reminds you of your audience and you tuck your hands behind your back with an embarrassed flush. Ha-Yun is treated to a heated glare when all she does is laugh at you, but you may as well have been air for all it affects her. Two months. No yummy home cooked meals for Ha-Yun. You swore it.

Bangchan begins to speak and your attention is immediately back on him instead of your comedy act of a best friend.

"So, the company actually picked out the place for dinner, so we don't get to choose, sorry." And he really does seem apologetic, despite this seeming like a very reasonable thing to you. "It's this barbecue place down the road, we'll be meeting the others there, if that's alright?" Again he asks like he genuinely values your opinion in this, and the prospect of being in even one (1) of this man's thoughts as an individual causes you a bit of a crisis.

Luckily this is exactly what you'd bright Ha-Yun along for, and she easily agrees for the two of you, guiding you along with the experience of having born witness to more than one blue-screen brain moment in your life.

She strikes up an easy conversation with Bangchan as he leads the three of you deeper into the building towards a different door, leaving the security guard behind. You're a bit jealous of her comfort, since you sort of feel like you're simultaneously walking on air and suffocating on that same air, but she keeps her hand on your back to keep you walking and rubs little comforting circles there. So. She's forgiven. A little bit. Back down to one month of no yummies.

Bangchan leads the three of you back, explaining that there was a company car waiting for you all outside, but that it was closer to a more private entrance for security reasons. He catches you looking around curiously as you walk, and generously explains the types of rooms and offices you walk past like some sort of tour guide. In fact, he apologizes for not being able to give you a more thorough tour and you frantically assure him that this was more than you'd ever expected in the first place.

You don't catch the pleased look he has as you crawl out of your shell a bit to ask him more questions, but Ha‐Yun shoots him a grateful look over your head. If you see the tiny nod they exchange, you just assume they're using their listening skills as you speak.

#w.i.p #w.i.p fic #skz fic #skz fanfic #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #Baby Writes #Fan Day AU

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shoyoist · 2 years

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request : suna + tsukishima with a reader that feels like they're not enough, and thinks that he could find someone better. added shoyo & akaashi for myself hehe

ぞ | TSUKISHIMA sits at the desk in his room, insistent on completing his work before he moves his attention onto you. you're sitting on his bed, scrolling absently through your phone as you wait for him to finish, more focused on watching him as he bends over his books, frowning at whatever questions he's struggling to answer.

his hair has gotten considerably longer than it was in his first year, blonde bangs straight and smooth as the strands brush over his chocolate eyes. he's grown taller than he already was, too - and now, as the tallest member of his team, he's certainly the one that catches most eyes around the school.

you've heard more than a couple of people gossiping about how he's such a hottie, how they wish he'd date them instead of you — and naturally, it's gotten to you a little. you glance over at your reflection in his mirror, eyeing yourself, and you can't help but have the question slip off your tongue.

"kei," you mumble. "you know, i think you could do better than me." his pencil continues scratching at his paper for a moment, and you think maybe he didn't hear you - but then, he stops. after a pause, he turns to you and stares. "excuse me?"

you nod, slightly flustered that he's giving you such an incredulous look. "ah. i was just wondering. just nevermind, go back to work." he gapes at you for a few more seconds, before rolling his eyes. he drags the chair standing near his dresser over to his desk, and gives the seat a slap. "get over here and help me out. you're making no sense."

you get up and go sit next to him, a little awkward, and he slides some of his papers over to you. he doesn't look up at you, but he clears his throat. "who said i could do better than you?" you blink, taking a pencil out of his bag. "i was just thinking." he turns his worksheet over and gives the blank lines a scowl.

"well, don't think then." he glances at you, and lifts his hand to nudge your shoulder with the back of his pencil. "i don't know what happened, but i'm with you 'cause you're the one i want to be with. you're good for me, alright?" you're still for a moment, before a giggle escapes you upon noticing that there's a hint of red dusted across his face. "kei, you're kinda cute sometimes."

he rolls his eyes again, but he lets you wrap your arms around him and give his cheek a kiss. "whatever." he's stiff for a second, before he eases up and leans into you. his mouth moves in a whisper that you barely catch, despite having your face pressed to his hair. "i love you, okay?"

ぞ | SUNA has his eyes shut, as he lays spread out on your lap, letting you play with his hair as you sit on the sofa, supposedly watching a movie with the volume muted. he leans into your touch every once in a while, when you dig your fingers into his hair, but other than that, he seems to be asleep.

the movie credits roll down the screen at the end, and when you don't turn it off, it restarts - but you don't notice, because you've been watching him, not the movie. the room is dark, and the light from the TV flickers and bounces across, spreading its artificial, static glow across the shadows.

he looks pretty, lashes long and thick over his cheeks, the curve of his nose slight, face chiselled and smooth - and of course, he's all toned muscle as he twists slightly, a little cramped with how he's spread across the sofa that's too small for him to sleep on. you think about him and his teammates on court, all the games you've sat at the front seats for, remembering how amazing he looks out there, focused and so skilled at what he does.

"so pretty, rin." you mumble under your breath. "don't know why you're even with someone like me. "there's silence for a few seconds, before his eyes open, almost with a start. he turns his face up, and your gazes lock — "what?"

you feel your face heat up, eyes flitting away as you clear your throat. "nothing, nothing. i thought you were asleep." he doesn't take it, obviously - and you're forced to meet his eyes again when he props himself up with his elbow, leaning in close enough for your noses to brush against eachother. "what did you just say, hm?"

you open your mouth, but before you can say anything, he shifts forward a little and slots his lips against yours in a soft kiss. "you're gorgeous." he breathes, voice low and sleepy as he affirms you. "so fucking gorgeous. and you're mine." when you kiss him back, he hums comfortably into your mouth. "say it with me, angel. gorgeous, mine."

your blush turns furious, but you repeat his words, as he reaches up and cups your face, running a thumb across your cheek. "i'm gorgeous, and yours." he nods, kissing you again, so soft and gentle that you're almost taken aback. "mhm. and i'm yours."

ぞ | HINATA crosses his legs and brushes off some sand that's on his knee, and pats the space next to him, waving to you with a smile on his face. the sun is bright, reflecting off the sea into your eyes as you step out of the shade of the trees to head down and join him on the shore.

"man," he pulls you close to him, smelling of sweat, sunscreen and ocean salt, as you sit down. "i'm glad we have beaches here. i think i'd get real homesick if it was all city and no sea." his hair's a brighter orange than usual, with the noon sun falling on him, and his eyes sparkle as he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

you drop your head onto his shoulder, and stretch your legs out as the sea comes rushing in. the water is cool, lapping at your feet for a second before ebbing away again.

he's telling you about what happened during his practise match earlier this morning, something about how he hasn't seen heitor so into the game in a while, and you love listening to his rambling - but you can't help but wonder what exactly he meant, when he said what he said about getting homesick.

you've always had it in the back of your mind, a sort of warning or resignation - something about how your shoyo would probably be much happier if he went back to japan and stayed there, with his family and his friends, instead of coming back here and becoming part of the brazilian league.

you know he did it because he wanted to, and you're happy to have him with you, but you can't help but think that maybe it'd be better for him if he went back home. if he was with someone else, somewhere else. "shoyo," you voice it out, because you think there's never going to be a better time.

"yeah?" he blinks, hazel eyes so pretty as he looks over at you. you take in a breath. "i was just . . . thinking. what if you moved back to japan?" confusion washes over his expression at your words.

"what do you mean? i'm not moving." you shake your head, relaxing a little when he places a warm, assuring hand on your thigh. "i just thought, wouldn't it be better for you if you . . . stayed there, and found someone there instead? you're - well - you're not lonely here, are you?" he looks like he's contemplating your question for a bit, before his mouth stretches into an easy smile again.

"not really. i love it here, you know. i'm happy — i have you, too. and i love you." his smile is contagious. you close the distance between your faces, and kiss him. he giggles into the embrace, and raises a hand to tangle his fingers into your hair. "can't be lonely, when i have you and all my dreams in my hands."

ぞ | AKAASHI opens the door to his office when you knock. his response to your knuckles on the door is quick, but the first thing you see when he wheels it open is how tired he looks, metal blue eyes rimmed with a hazy red, fluffy black hair disheveled and glasses tilted on his nose. "keiji."

all the indignance you'd walked up to his office with drains away when you peek into the room and notice all the papers strewn across his desk, pens scattered over them, and when you eye the computer monitor, you see all the open tabs, half written emails and articles opened up on the screen.

". . . you should take a break." you say, instead of asking him why he missed the date you two had planned for the evening. it's 08:33 at night now, and you'd just come back after waiting two hours at the cafe you'd meant to visit with him. you're tired too — but not nearly as tired as he is.

his eyes widen all of a sudden - and with only one glance back at all his undone work, he steps out of the room and shuts the door behind him. "oh — oh. I forgot about— I'm so sorry." he starts, and you're feeling terrible now, for being so angry as you walked back home, shaking your head and raising your hands to stop him.

"no, no keiji it's okay! i get it - do you have a deadline that's coming up or something?" he nods, looking upset - and you know it's not about his work, but that he's let you down on this - and you wish you could be better for him, you wish you could help him a little during days like these.

"it's okay, really." you try. "i-i just . . . it's okay. we can go out another day." he opens his mouth again, and you take him by the shoulders and shake your head again. "it's alright, baby - i'm so sorry. if only i could help you. if i were someone else, maybe—"

it comes out without you meaning to - and maybe if you'd completed your sentence he wouldn't have understood what the implication was, but you cut yourself off, and his gaze becomes pained again. "what do you mean by that?"

you're silent for a moment, because you don't want to say anything - it's already so tense between you two, and you don't want anything to happen— he takes your hands, and you have to look up at him.

"you know i love you, right?" he says, and there's something that's almost pleading in his voice. you nod immediately, curling your fingers around his wrists. "of course, keiji."

his shoulders relax a little at your answer, but there's still weariness in his eyes. "let's . . . go to sleep." he mutters. "and we can. go out for breakfast tomorrow?" you pull him into a hug, and he sinks into you, feeling small and fragile in your hold. you nod, leaning your cheek into his hair. "yeah. yeah, that sounds good."

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If you're comfortable writing this, you don't have to...

Will you write Steve Harrington x fem!reader smut? Like reader is finishing up some homework, laying on their bed (not anything big, just a small assignment) and he's horny asf, but reader has been teasing him all day, wearing small ass shorts and shit around their apartment, etc. So he's all sorts of fucked up, but she won't quit teasing him, and she knows she is teasing him and shit. So he all starts to fuck her while she's laying face down on the bed and shit.

Just some nasty smut with hs graduate (not like au or anything) fucking reader face down.

Jesus that was nasty.

Hope u like this, I'm still new to writing smut so this might be not that nice. Hope u send a request again! Have a great and loving day!

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warning: smut, cursing, smut, smut

It was a very special day, well for Y/N, for Steve not so much. She and Steve had a small bet about who can go the longest without sex and Y/N knew she had this in the bag. She has been teasing Steve all day, wearing the sexiest clothes she was even wearing the red lipstick that Steve loves so much.

Y/N smiled to herself, contented with what she did today, she was now just laying in bed, doing her homework while waiting for Steve to get home.

Soon enough, she heard the door opened and a frustrated Steve walked into the door. You can see the anger flickering in his eyes, it only brought satisfaction to Y/N.

"What are you doing?" Steve closed his eyes, taking a deep breath when he saw her. Y/N was teasing him and it was fucking working. His eyes were burning with lust, she wanted to fuck Y/N with every movement she makes.

"I'm doing school works, my professor gave us two weeks' worth of homework." Y/N mumbled, her eyes fixated on the paper she's working on. This only added fuel to fire burning inside Steve, he always love seeing Y/N study and it turned him on.

"I know what you're doing now, I'm asking about today when you were teasing me."

"What teasing? I just wanted to look good." Y/N teased, she finally looked up and saw the lust in his eyes. She's not gonna lie, it was also turning her on but she won't back down that easy. Y/N was always competitive, even if it's just a stupid bet.

Steve was infuriated but at this point, he didn't care anymore, he moved closer to Y/N and took a seat next to her. He grazed his fingers on her neck down to her back sending shivers down Y/N's spine. He started kissing her neck this action ignites something within Y/N, she has always love neck kisses, it was a sweet way to start.

"You're going to lose our bet..." She closed her eyes, relaxing at the warmth of Steve's lips. All she wanted right now is Steve admitting his defeat.

"You win, I don't care about that." Y/N smiled, turning her back on her bed, she looks at a lust-driven Steve.

"Steve, as much as I badly want this, I'm still studying, let's do this later when I'm done." She smiled comforting, her homework was due tomorrow and she needed to finish it. She wants this, but sadly priorities have to come first. However, Steve didn't listen, his hands were still wandering in her stomach almost reaching her breast.

"No one said you can't multitask, right?" His voice changed, it was sultry and low, it turned her on so much that all she wanted was to drop out of school.

"Y-Yeah." That was all she could say, a smirk appeared on Steve's face as he connected his lips with hers. The taste of Steve welcomed Y/N, his tongue made its way inside her mouth. It danced with her own, it was in rhythm with the beat of her heart, her nipples hardening at how good a kisser Steve is. Her thigh was tightening and tightening as Steve's tongue makes a move. He pulled away from the kiss and flip Y/N on her stomach, her face was pressed against the soft mattress, she can feel Steve pinning her down. Y/N can feel Steve's hard cock pressing on her ass.

"Just relax and do your homework, Y/N." He whispered in her ears, she can feel the heat of his breath and it was making her crazy. Like she could do her homework at this state, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Steve's hand linger outside of her shorts, she breathed fast and hard. No guy has ever made her feel this way, Steve was the only one who can make her crazy in love.

Soon enough, his one hand slipped inside her shorts, sliding his fingers inside her. A muffled moan was all she could muster, his fingers went in and out of her.

"You're so wet." She heard Steve mutter, a small smile painted on Y/N's lips. His other hand made its way to her breast, massaging it like there's no tomorrow.

The fingers weren't enough to keep Y/N hunger satisfied, he wanted Steve inside him not just his fingers. Steve seems to read her mind because soon enough he pulled the shorts and her lace panties clean off her skin.

Steve touches her bare ass, the excitement rushed through his body. The same feeling he felt when he first fucked Y/N for the first time was still there. He loves her, and everything she does still surprises him.

"We've been together for years but you still have that damning effect on me.'' Y/N just smirked at the comment Steve made.

He stroked Y/N's bare pussy with his dick, dragging it in her slit and ass. And just like that he thrust his hips between Y/N's thighs, Y/N let out a deafening moan giving satisfaction to Steve. His thick cock slid inside her, burying it inside her wet pussy.

The moans Y/N let out sounded like music to Steve's ear, with every thrust that he makes, the deeper he goes. Y/N gripped the bedsheets as tight as she could like her life depended on it. Y/N soon rides every thrust Steve makes, causing him to moan and thrust harder inside her.

"You're so tight." He growled low, this only added fuel to the fire inside Y/N.

He thrust, forcing Y/N to let out a whimper, he continued to pound and thrust her. The pace suddenly went faster and harder, the feeling of him going inside and out of her was too much to take. Y/N pressed her face hard on the mattress, she didn't want any neighbors to hear her moans and screams.

He fucked harder and harder, the sensation in Y/N's stomach is eating her alive over and over. Pleasure built between them, their muscles were burning, Y/N was on the brink of orgasm.

It build and build until it finally took over her, exploding like the skies on the fourth of July. She squeezed her eyes shut, her face buried so deep in the mattress, she let him fuck her as orgasm flowed between the two of them. She was soon clouded with dopamine and oxytocin. Y/N went weak, her hands no longer gripping the sheets.

Steve didn't stop, though, he was still thrusting but this time it was slow and his arms tightened around my body, and suddenly a warm liquid came out of him, it flowed down her throbbing pussy.

Steve fell in her, his cock still inside her. Their heavy breaths filled the room, she can feel the sweat of Steve dripping on her. Y/N closes her tired eyes, Steve moved and pulled from her. He laid beside her, Y/N sensed this and she also moved and laid on his chest.

This was always their routine, after the hard and tiring sex, they always cuddle next to each other even if they were angry with each other.

"Study, my ass." Steve mutters, she couldn't help but laugh at his remark.

"Well, someone distracted me." Steve chuckled, she can feel the rise of his chest, causing her to blush. It was always nice making Steve laughs, it's the most satisfying thing in this world.

"Who? Me? I'm distracting?" He asked innocently, he was fishing for compliments and Y/N knew this. She faces Steve and smiled dearly.

"Yes, you and your pretty big hair." Steve smiled lovingly at her as he pressed his lips into her. This kiss was just light and sweet, still, it was full of adoration and love. They both pulled back, Y/N laid back on Steve's chest, listening to his pacing heartbeat that was slowly calming down.

"You know we're not done yet, right?" Y/N giggled and rolled her eyes, she just let out a playful groan. The two just laid with each other, staring at the ceiling. Soon, another round started...

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