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boosari · 8 months

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— their s/o trying to sneak out for a party

pairing: bf!svt x reader

genre: fluff, humor

warnings: mentions of alcohol and being knocked out (lmao)

summary: their reaction when their s/o tries to sneak out for a party (at night)

s.coups

if you have seen gose episodes, he's a very light sleeper. immediately wakes up to a little sound. so when he doesn't feel your presence besides him, he already starts to shift in the bed. he hears some noises of fabric, some tapping on the floor. heels. surely, they were yours. he finally opens his eyes and checks his phone. 1 am. what could you be possibly doing at this time?! he looks around. no sight of you. he walks to the door and sees you, all dressed up, almost getting out, your hand resting on the doorknob. "ehm ehm" he coughs. you squint your eyes and turn around slowly, smiling at him widely. he points at the bedroom without any words. you pout and walk back to the room.

jeonghan

he also probably feels the empty spot besides him. he had his back turning to you. after a while, he wanted to turn to you and wrap an arm around you. he goes for it, only to meet air. he taps on the mattress, his brows furrow. it's empty? he quickly opens his eyes and stands up. "y/n? babe?" he calls out. no answer. he gets up and looks around the house. he frowns, the panic starting to rise. the first thing that comes into his mind is grabbing his phone and dialling your number. no answer, again. he tries multiple times, no use. he waits the whole time, walking back and forth around the house, biting his nails. he finally gets a call. rushing to his phone, his brows furrow even more at the dialler. "mingyu?" he picks up the phone. "jeonghan hyung, y/n is drunk. please come pick her up" and he is in his car in seconds. he is mad at you, for sure, but you make it up to him in your own way.

joshua

catches you right before you get dressed. you were making too much noise. he furrows his brows and hums angrily. "my love, stop making noise and sleep" he mumbles. the noise kept bothering him so he sits up. he is met with the sight of you, trying to zip up your dress. he looks at you with a confused face, and you meet his gaze through the mirror. you go 😀, while he's 🤨. "what the hell are you doing?" "nothing?" "yeah...now get back in your pyjamas and cuddle me". and you can't say no.

jun

is low-key offended. he wakes up to you, throwing yourself in the bed, your dress still on. you try to kiss him, but he whines and blocks your face with his large palm. "you smell like alcohol. where did you go?" he whines out, looking at you with a (fake) angry face. "i went to a party" you mumble, smiling at him. he gasps and looks at you in a very offended way. "you could've at least invited me". you laugh loudly, he pulls you close. you try to kiss him again, and he blocks you again. "first, you shower and brush your teeth. then you'll get a kiss". after that, he takes care of you and gives you your kiss.

hoshi

so so so whiny and sulky. he gets up as soon as you do. "hmmmm! where are you goinggg.." he whines half asleep. you try to get out of his grip, but fail miserably. "no! you're staying with me." he pulls you by your arm and tugs you into his embrace again. guess no party tonight!

wonwoo

i think he would be a little disappointed in you. why would you go without warning him? he probably doesn't notice, so when he gets up in the morning, he's met with the sight of you passed out. you didn't even make it to the bed, you're literally on the couch. one shoe on, one off, your arms literally stretching out, your hair and makeup all messy. he couldn't deny that you were looking adorable, but he was a bit angry at you. when you wake up, he scolds you, tells you to shower and then makes breakfast for you.

woozi

my man does not sleep, he works. you ain't going nowhere. even if you do, he would still catch you. so nope!

is in panic when he doesn't feel your presence besides him. keeps calling your name. when he gets no answer, he walks around the house, still nothing. he is really going to have a heart attack if you don't pop out. he calls everyone he knows in the middle of the night just for you. when hoshi tells him that you're at a party, he releases a long sigh. then panics again, because, you're getting drunk alone?! asks hoshi where the party is and picks you up.

mingyu

party? without him? nah. he knows every party that is held. so if you're going, he's going. if you said no and then wanted to go anyways, sorry, but it's not going to work with him! he wakes up in an instant, and pulls you into his embrace, saying: "you said we wouldn't go, so you're staying with me".

minghao

you're not playing with him like that. literally, pretends to be asleep, while you get all dressed up, and when you reach the door, you notice it's locked. you look at the door confused while trying to open it. you look around for the keys, but they're nowhere to be found. when you hear a jingling, you look at where the sound came from, and it's none other then your boyfriend holding the keys with a smirk. "you're not going anywhere alone at this time. if you really want to, i'm coming with you". he probably already knew your plan, since you were talking about it with your best friend.

seungkwan

low-key offended number two. you? partying without him? how dare you! he wakes up to your noises. when he sees you all dressed up, he whines and then gets up, dressing himself as well. "you're not partying without me, it's dangerous to go alone".

vernon

dude sleeps so deeply he does not notice. you come back home, around 5 am and he's still sleeping. when he wakes up, he sees you, strangely in your pyjamas, but he sniffs and smells the alcohol. he sighs. when you wake he asks you if you went to drink. you tell him that you went to a party and he shakes his head in disappointment. (he's not actually angry tho). "you should've told me, don't do that again. always tell me where you go".

dino

honestly, he was still up until late, so you probably end up asking him to go to the party, to which he agrees. so, i guess you're partying together!

a/n: finally back! i can't believe it's september already...i'm going to start school soon, i hope i will still have time to be active 😭 anyways, hope you enjoy!

networks: @k-labels

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jakexneytiri · 1 year

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can u do a dad! neteyam x reader fluff where he and the kids plan a gift for reader for mother’s day? thank you! <3

awwww in light of Mother’s Day, yes :)

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“can i open my eyes yet?” you ask, smiling to yourself as you hear whispers and rustling about your marui.

“no, momma! we’re not ready yet!” txonuk yells, running over to place his tiny hands over her eyes. “i’ll cover her eyes!” he says to his siblings. “no peeking, momma.” he whispers to you, causing you to laugh.

“i won’t peek, txonuk. i promise.” you smile as you feel his small hands covering your eyes.

neteyam chuckles at this, helping the children carry their gifts over to set in front of you.

“did you bring mine over?” txonuk whispers loudly.

“yes, txonuk. it’s right here.” neteyam chuckles again, handing txonuk his present for you. he holds it with one hand, still using his other to cover your eyes. your mate takes a seat beside you, resting his hand on your thigh.

“okay, momma, open!” tsantu says, gently tapping txonuk’s arm, signaling him to let go. txonuk removes his hand, holding his present as he stands in between tsantu and se’ayl.

nima holds her present up to neteyam. “now, daddy?”

neteyam smiles, shaking his head. “not just yet, syulang. we have to wait our turn, okay?”

nima nods, crawling into neteyam’s lap as she holds her gift tight to her chest. “otay, daddy!” she begins to count “patiently” on her fingers. “one, two, fwee…” before she finds herself distracted, playing with neteyam’s songcord instead.

tsantu goes first, handing you a wrapped spartan leaf. you smile, unwrapping it to reveal a beautiful green beaded bracelet. “oh, this is beautiful, tsantu! did you make this yourself?”

tsantu nods, a proud grin spreading across his face. “yes momma.”

you pull him in close for a hug and a kiss on the top of his head. “thank you so much, i love it! i’m going to wear it right now.” you smile, sliding the bracelet on your wrist.

se’ayl goes next, handing you another wrapped spartan leaf. “wow, did you wrap these yourselves?” you ask, knowing very well your husband wrapped them.

“daddy helped us!” se’ayl smiles, clapping her hands together. you glance up to your mate, giving him a smirk. in return, he gives your thigh a gentle squeeze.

inside are multiple new feathers, bright and bold colors. “oh, these are so pretty! how did you find all of these?”

“daddy helped me when we went flying the other day.” she smiles, putting her hands behind her back. you pull her in for a gentle squeeze and a kiss on the head. “thank you so much! i’m going to put one in right now. which one should i wear?” you ask your oldest daughter, smiling widely.

“hmmmm, this one!” she holds up a bright yellow feather, handing it to you.

you smile, handing the feather to you mate. “would you mind helping me put this in, please?”

neteyam takes the feather from you, carefully attaching it to one of the braids tucked behind your ear. “so beautiful.” he states, kissing your cheek gently.

you smile at him, before txonuk is eagerly holding his present in front of your face. “mine next, mama!”

“all right, all right.” you laugh, opening his present next. inside is an arm cuff, woven with bioluminescent leaves.

“it glows, mama! our favorite!” he smiles proudly, as he knows you two both share a love for pandora’s bioluminescence.

“oh, txonuk.” your lower lip quivers a bit, really touched by all of these gifts. you slide it on your arm immediately, pulling your youngest son in for a hug and a kiss. “thank you very much.”

neteyam looks down at nima then, who’s happily sucking her thumb in his lap. “nima, it’s your turn now.” he says gently, helping her stand up.

“my tuwn!” she eagerly holds out her present, jumping up and down excitedly. inside are bright, colorful beads. “for hair, mama!”

you smile, grabbing a few of the beads and immediately threading them through one of your braids. “thank you, nima! they are so pretty.” you give her a tight hug, and a small kiss on the head. “thank you, all of you. this is so sweet, i love each of these gifts! but i love you all even more.” you hold your arms out, for a group hug as they all settle in, followed with four little “i love you, mama”s.

neteyam pulls a wrapped spartan leaf from behind his back, he’s had it tucked away this entire time. “happy mother’s day, my love.”

you smile widely, carefully opening the leaf. inside is a beautifully beaded necklace. four small beads, two on each side, with a larger bead in the center. the beads are all different colors, and the one in the center has the shape of a heart carved into it. your eyes water at the sight, your lower lip quivering.

“you made this?” is all you’re able to get out without breaking down.

neteyam nods, grinning as he rubs your arm gently. “four beads, for the four beautiful children you’ve given me, and one for my heart, that belongs to you.”

happy tears well in your eyes, overwhelmed with all the love you feel in this moment. “neteyam, it’s beautiful. will you help me put it on, please?” you brush your hair to one side, exposing your neck.

he smiles widely, carefully placing the necklace around your neck as he ties it secure. once he’s sure it’s secure in place, he leans in, giving you a soft, yet passionate kiss. “i love you.” he reminds you, placing his hand over your heart.

“i love you too.” you smile, resting your hand over his.

he leans in close then, his other hand gently caressing the small of your back as he whispers now. “there is another gift, although you’ll have to open it later tonight. i don’t think the children should be present for that one.” he smirks, placing a gentle kiss just below your ear before pulling away.

he walks over to where your children are now playing with one another, leaving your mind racing of what this present could be. your heart swells at the sight, thinking you couldn’t possibly love him any more than you already do.

you rest a hand over your new necklace, smiling as you watch your husband play with your children. in this moment, you’ve never felt more fortunate.

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lovesickry · 10 months

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- the devil is in the details.

┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [1.2k] ┈⋆⭒ part 1 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ blurb: you knew him before he got famous, he got famous, you got a job. now years later, your job just so happens to be near him, but how will this fare on the way you left things years ago? .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ chapter contents: nothing, literally nothing .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ future warnings: will be smut. ( will probably be very filthy ). will be angsty, will be periods of niceness, maybe fluff but i’m a cold hearted bitch so. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ brief background: this is not a y/n story i’m sorry i cant do that. so its an original character her name is dylan tait, she was born in perth but lives in melbourne, okay mwah. this is based from the years 2018-2021, but there will be flashbacks, but i’ll try and make the timeline as easy as i can to follow. i’m not all knowing about formula one, yes i know things, but if i don’t know the real scientific names just shush. ty. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: his is a multi part fic and will probably be long LOL

present day: december 1st, 2017

you could feel your sweat slowly beading on your skin as you walked towards the mercedes building, holding the folder with all the things they said were required to secure the job. it was terrifying, absoultely nerve wracking, you’ve been to many job interviews in your life, but this one. this would be the worst, you were sure of it.

you were grateful as you opened the door and were hit with the freezing cold atmosphere of the waiting room, waiting to meet with the man who you had heavily engaged with over email, but never face to face. you sat there for an appropriate amount of town, recalling your rehearsed answers for the reasons you’d be good for the job etc, your experience, where you went to university, where you got your masters, your (acceptable) hobbies, how you work as a team, how you work individually. all the good stuff.

this calmed your nerves a bit and when the man opened the door and ushered you inside, shaking your hand introducing himself and gesturing to the folder of documents under your arm, you felt slightly more at ease than before.

the interview went as well as you could’ve hoped, he was impressed with your interest and experience in engineering at such a young age (27). you even managed to ease in your (slightly exaggerated almost) fluency in german, which he was loudly impressed with and responded “toto will love that”.

you left with a “thank you so much for this opportunity” and a “i’ll be in contact soon, thank you again”.

you couldn’t help smiling as you left, feeling proud of how you managed to not mess anything up initially. having a job in f1 being a dream of yours and working for mercedes. well shit. who wouldn’t dream of this. you’d applied for performance engineer, but wouldn’t be surprised if you got control engineer instead. the reminder that you were a woman in engineering applying for a widely male dominated area was a common unfriendly reminder, but that was honestly apart of the appeal.

“grace” you say

“GRACE grace grace grace”

“yes what i just woke up” she groaned

shit you forgot about time zones

“oh sorry, yeah, love you- anyway.”

you paused a bit

“I JUST HAD THE INTERVIEW AND IT WENT REALLY GOOD”

you heard some shuffling and then

“PMG SHIT YES I DIDNT. I FORGOT IT WAS TODAY, OMG FUCK YES YSS YES FUCKING MERCEDES FPRMULA ONE EMGINNER COMING THEOUGH HOLY SHIT”

“i know, i think i’m gonna scream when i get in my car”

“i don’t blame you”

“i just cant believe it, you know you have to fly over and visit me sometimes”

“hmmmm with what money dyl “

“i’ll literally pay for you once i’m a millionare, because you’ll still be my only friend”

“oh shut up”

“love you”

“i’m going back to sleep now, you’re amazing, have a drink or two for me, good whatever time it is there, you’re amazing”

“bye love you bye”

that was probably the cheesiest thing you’d done, admittedly, but what else does one do other than call their only friend on the other side of the world after a good interview.

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3 days later:

there was still no response back about the job and honestly you were losing hope slightly. albeit finding ways to justify the belated response. because maybe, yes, you were being slightly impatient. but staying in london of all places by yourself, isn’t that much fun, you mainly just drank and took photos and than went back to your hotel, ( lamely ) reviewed blue prints of engines and aerodynamic rules or alternatively watched a documentary about the job you applied for. your days were blurry and you’d haven’t given much thought to the job you’d taken forcing the proximity of coming back into contact with your once good friend (complicated) daniel ricciardo until one night, after youd had your couple drinks and was on your walk home that his name “dannnnnniiieeellll🥸” illuminated your screen, the same contact name he set for himself approximately 7 years ago. you needed to change that, jesus. you didn’t really know what to do, but not answering at all was probably worse and you were drunk and hadn’t talked to anybody apart from grace and the interview man all week.

you pause your unsteady walk and swipe the screen and bring the phone to your ear, waiting for him to say something. but after he’s quiet for what felt like too many seconds you can’t help yourself.

“helllllloooooooooooooo”

“dan’el” the slur in your voice unmissable when you say his full name.

“hey” he says, flat and fast.

your swaying had been worse than you’d imagined when you’d brushed shoulders with someone, turning your head over your shoulder.

“oh, sorry”

“no problem love” tone thick with beer and blokeness.

the phone hanging at your leg brought back up to your ear to hear a small laugh, familiar and rhythmic and then.

“are you in london?” his first full sentence and the first multiple words he’s actually said to you in years.

“what how do you-“

“yes i’m in london” i give up

he hums in response,something you hated about him, the constant inability to shut up.

“why do you care” you say notebly less bitter than you mean.

“haven’t talked in a while”

“oh really”

you look at your messages, texts from you all left on delivered or read:

************ ************ ************ ************ *****

sun may 29. 2016

hey dan just wanted to reach out and say what happened in monaco was so unfair, i know your hurting you deserved that win. i’m here if you need.

july 1. 2016

happy birthday dan, getting so old

hey, tough day, wanna call?

sun. oct 2016

hey just finished watching, first malaysian win and against roseberg too, proud of you, !!!!

nov. 2016

i cant do this anymore, can you please talk to me?

i’m sick of this shit

dec. 2016

i miss you so fucking bad

(1) missed call from “dannnnnniiieeellll🥸”

feb. 2017

i’m gonna be in perth next month, can we please talk

(1) voicemail left

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“yeah i know” he says, you can see him tugging his hair, frustrated, a small groan leaving his mouth

“okay im hanging up, i’ve tried talking to you, i don’t know what what you want” this isn’t fair for you.

“no- just- quickly- are you working at mercedes?”

you stop walking. what, how did he-

“uhhhh— no” you squeeze out, feigning as much honesty as you can.

“really?”

“hmmmmm” you pretend to ponder your answer

“goodbye daniel” it’s all you can muster up to say your self control nearly snapping everytime he speaks

“wait-“

you hang up, before he can squeeze another word in, before he can say anything that might bring back an inkling of what you felt for him, what you still feel for him. you can’t do it, not tonight.

(1) new voicemail from “dannnnnniiieeellll🥸”

god you need to change that name.

you’ll listen to it in the morning, not sure you’ll fully process it, in the state you are. you put your phone away, get to your hotel and go to sleep. thankfully.

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chryzuree · 8 months

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24, 26, 36, 44, 51, 54, aaaand 71 :3

24. Movie that makes you cry every time?

dead poets society, hands down. i burst into tears every time. also life is beautiful, but i mean. god. can’t blame me for that one. (NOT it’s a beautiful life. i’m talking abt the italian movie life is beautiful and FUCK. god.)

26. Best experience going to the movies

hmmmm, i think when juno and i went to go see bodies, bodies, bodies. i like an empty theatre :) but also we had these candy cherry ropes + we snuck in our own beverages and it was awesome. plus, that reveal RULED. i laughed so loudly. fun fact: juno has that movie poster in her room, since our other sister works at the theatre!

36. Movie quote you live by?

perhaps the dead poets society quotes abt literature and poems giving us life… that whole movie is printed on the inside of my eyelids, because ohhhh…. we’re really in it now….

44. Top 5 favorite films?

1 - shrek 2

2 - moulin rouge

3 - dead poets society

4 - fear street 1666

5 - mayhem

51. A movie that was better than the book?

hmm, it might be because i watched the movie first, but the neverending story! the book was really good, but the movie only covers the first 100 pages, so i was REAL confused with where it was going while reading it. plus, the pacing was a bit weird in the book? very enjoyable, but i liked the movie a lot.

54. A movie that changed the way you view the world?

i mean, i keep coming back to this, but dead poets society 🏆💯🎉💪 needed a bit of tragedy to cement the importance of literature to allow for a breath of fresh air/how beautiful life is.

71. A move that made you ache for love.

moulin rouge… kicking rocks rn…………. i have the same three movies on repeat inside my head at all times

#.asks #m.kat🫶🏻#i couldn’t remember the exact quote but AUGHHH DEAD POETS SOCIETY!!!!

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larsisfrommars · 2 years

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El Hotel De Los Secretos Ep.4 Reaction

@seismologically-silly this is for you amige

Isabel just found out Julio has been going under a false last name!! SLAP! Time for yelling and a lord dump from Julio lol, amazing how she immediately chills out once the air is clear. I guess shaking your sister’s bloodstained uniform in someone else’s face would make anybody go “Oh”.

That girl Felipe was sleeping with last episode is d e a d. Ximena I think her name is, Detective Ayala is on the case!

Diego & Lady Teresa are trying to figure out who the hell has a camera that could’ve taken a picture of Christina before whatever happened to her. Whoever that is miiiiight be responsible for the blackmail Diego has been receiving.

Oooooh I think the desk clerk overheard that shit about the camera (he’s also probably sus because Isabela asked about a camera before when she started getting suspicious of the situation).

There’s mold on the uniform (which means the red might be from that and not necessarily blood??) hmmmm

Funky pianist man with a fantastic mustache and MANY little yappy dogs

It’s so funny how Carlos Rivera is so like, tall and broad chested, yet tries to be as small as possible whenever he’s around his boss or his mom, funny and adorable lol

Lady Teresa Alacrón is about to find out about the Belén situation, omg Gomez is TELLING her that Andrés is the father and Teresa is… unimpressed? Idk man, I don’t trust a word this woman says to anybody.

Okay Felipe and Julio are talking, seems like Felipe knows something Julio doesn’t buy I’m having a hard time piecing together the details (my Spanish is limited). He’s very jaded and might just be pulling Julio along.

O shit okay Teresa is going to talk to Belén aaaaaaaaaaa. She seems to be condescending to Belén about the consequences of her actions. Sounds like she might know something about about her and Diego but isn’t saying it out loud. Yayyyyyy thinly veiled threats!

Aaaaa yes, leave poor Andrés with the I’ll behaved little dogs while the two blondies go do plot shit! Okay there’s something important (evidence?) in the water and Julio is ripped?!

Isabel knows what it is and that whoever had it last was involved with what happened to Christina. Oh fuck and right on cue Diego shows up!

So Andrés stumbles into Belén and she immediately kisses him okayyyy.

Isabel is watching her mother and Diego like a HAWK, remembering everything Julio said, she’s starting to get reaaaaal sus of her fiancé methinks!

I think somebody(s) watching Andrés and Belén because Andrés is loudly reacting like only just now found out that Belén is pregnant. Now quieter she’s asking him why he lied to his mom for her, and he’s just like “I didn’t want you to lose your job”. Aww!

This could be cute or this could be a disaster for both parties. That’s a massive responsibility Andrés took on on a whim. Belén is also going really fast with the romantic aspect, I don’t entirely trust this or her considering she was playing around with Diego and we KNOW Diego is shady as hell. There WERE people watching! I’ll chalk it up to that for now…

Oh hey the desk clerk who overheard the camera conversation is back… and just planted a letter into the pile of mail Diego has on his desk, okay. OH! Desk clerk knows what happened to Christina and wants a bribe!! Oh shit!!

Alright! Andrés is dropping the “Belén and I are getting married, I’m gonna be dad!” thing on Julio is surprised (provably because he’s never seen them together before lol) but ISNT telling him he’s not the kid’s father. I wonder what’ll happen if/when Julio finds out ohhhhhh man!

Aaaaand now Isabel knows about the bribe and that Diego had something to do with Cristina, just got caught by the desk clerk too! aaaaaaaaaaa

Oh it WASNT the desk clerk who asked for the bribe! It was this dude in the bowler hat ok ok ok ok!

Julio really went “you know how we can get more money for your wedding?! I’m gonna go punch some people at thr bar and you can bet on me!” real classy Julio, never change 😂

Now HOLD UP. Maybe it wasn’t bowler hat guy and he was just the middleman?! Where did Felipe get all that money from??? Oh he’s using all of it to bet on Julio. We’ll see the winner in the next episode I guess!

Oop. I think the desk clerk just ratted on Isabel snooping in Diego’s room 👀

#ehdls liveblog #ehdls #el hotel de los secretos #the hotel of secrets #Isabel alacrón #julio olmedo #andrés salinas #lady Teresa alacrón #Felipe alacrón #belén Garcia #ángela gómez #period drama #telenovela #baby’s first telenovela #Lars watches ehdls

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thecuriousinferno · 3 years

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BRO WHY YOU GOT IT CROPPED LIKE THAT I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK

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#LL3 #shioriko #very cute pic #but I very loudly went HMMMM????#pls

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Bad Behavior (Kang Yeosang and Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Dilf Sugar Daddy! Kang Yeosang × Younger Sugar Baby! Reader (Female) × Dilf Sugar Daddy! Choi San

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Dilf/Sugar Daddy AU.

Summary: After coming back and finding out their beloved princess misbehaved, Yeosang and San must remind her to not cross them again.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Aged up/Older ateez (but age differences are still within legal boundaries). Sugar daddy × sugar baby relationship. Poly relationship. Degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, edging, bondage, slight sensory play, orgasm denial, oral (male receiving), fingering, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex (always use protection), breeding kink, daddy kink. Dom! Yeosang, Dom! San, Sub! Reader

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Yeosang sat calmly on the chair leaned against the wall, hands delicately placed on his lap as he listened to the desperate whines echoing through the room. His eyes were hardly blinking as he watched his friend press the wand vibrator further into the small, sensitive button of the young female. Her skin was heated, face flushed, cheeks burning. No matter how much she writhed underneath the man standing over her, she was still unable to free her wrists, which were bound by the ropes they had tied up to the bed posts, and the male who was currently edging her as he pleased made sure she kept her hips and legs with the help of his strong arms.

Taking notice of how her thighs began trembling and wanted to clench together, Yeosang quickly spoke up:

"San move the vibrator away from Y/N, she's about to cum."

Even though she had been blindfolded, she could practically feel the sadistic smile on San's face that sent shivers down her spine everytime she saw it. She threw her head back against the pillow, grunting loudly in frustration when yet another orgasm was merciless was taken away from her, leaving her in utter disillusion.

"Look at how cute she looks Yeosang, bucking her hips up into the air like a needy bitch." San let out a snicker as he released part of his hold on her lower half to watch as her body practically pleaded for his touch once more.

"How pathetic. Maybe you should have thought twice before going out without your daddies' permission to that cheap club and have your body groped by some lowlife douche."

With an annoyed click of his tongue, San gripped the end of her chin and tilted it slightly towards him.

"Well? Was it worth it? Did you enjoy having his dirty hands touching you? I hope it was worth it you little bitch."

Releasing his grip on her chin, Y/N then let out a tiny shriek when she felt the palm of his hand strike against her left cheek, leaving her stunned momentarily.

"I can't even look at you, let alone want to touch you after knowing someone else defiled you." If the silk material wasn't rendering her blind, she'd be able to see the disgusted look on San's face as he pictured the younger man in question touching and feeling up his prized possession.

"San, I understand that you are very upset and disappointed at our little princess, but slapping her like a common whore is not a proper punishment." Yeosang's eyebrows furrowed significantly as he witnessed the appalling incident.

"Oh don't be too soft on her Sangie. If she's going to act like a common whore, then we have to treat her as one. Besides...."

He let out a low chuckle as he traced the outline of her lower lip with his thumb.

"Our princess likes being treated roughly. Why do you think she went out and disobeyed us? She probably wanted to get us mad so we'd treat her like this. Isn't that right babygirl?"

Y/N let out a shuddering gasp when she felt San's hand wrap around her neck, making her swallow harshly and hold her own breath even though he wasn't even cutting off her oxygen. Hearing her other sugar daddy sigh softly, she trembled even more when she discerned his footsteps coming towards the bed, stopping right at one of the corners were one of the ropes were tied to. She released the breath she was holding when San's hand was removed from her neck by Yeosang, who although having a stern look, was still very calm in his demeanor.

"She misbehaved, yes, but I'm sure she's very sorry about her bad behavior. Am I correct sweetheart?" Yeosang shifted his attention to her.

"Y-yes." She responded promptly.

"Yes what?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow.

"Yes daddy. I'm very sorry for behaving so badly." She corrected herself, remembering the way Yeosang liked having her respond.

With a hint of a smile, he lightly caressed her cheek, a sign that he was indeed pleased with her.

"Well then....why don't you show us how sorry you are baby?"

Feeling the tight rope being loosened up, Y/N's hands dropped to her stomach when they were finally freed from their confinement. The blindfold soon was also peeled off and she was graced by the sight of Yeosang's beautiful face peering down at her. Cupping the side of her cheek, Yeosang bent over so he could tenderly place a kiss on her. He was so gentle yet zealous with his kiss, Y/N found herself losing her breath the more he intensified their kiss. She didn't hesitate to part her mouth when his tongue swiped over her upper lip, she allowed him to take advantage as he wanted, wet muscle roaming all around her cavern. Just as they were getting lost in their passion, they were soon reminded they weren't alone when the other male cleared his throat rather exaggerated, his eyes elongating themselves even more as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Reluctant to break away from his dear sugar baby, Yeosang nonetheless took a step back.

"Now honey, Sannie here was very hurt by what he calls your betrayal."

San crossed his arms and let out an angered puff of air.

"Why don't you make it up to him? Show him how sorry you are?" Yeosang suggested, although Y/N knew it was more of a command.

Propping herself into all fours, she crawled over to the other side of the bed where San was. She tried reaching for his zipper, but San retracted himself away before she could even touch him.

"I don't know if I want a dirty slut's mouth sucking my cock. Who knows what else she's put in there?" He sneered at her, which made Y/N look down in shame.

Shaking his head, Yeosang walked over and patted his friend on the shoulder.

"San, stop being that way. Our Y/N is a good girl and she wants to make up for what she did. And I know for a fact you really enjoy having her suck you off."

San bit down at his bottom lip, enticed by the thought of his favorite doll's mouth stuffed full with his cock.

"Plus look at her, she wants your cock in her mouth too." Yeosang whispered softly in his ear.

Looking back down at the younger female, San took in her eyes that were widened like a deer's and staring up at him with a yearning. Although he made up his mind to give in, purely for his own satisfaction, he was going to have fun with it first.

"You want to show me you're sorry by sucking my cock babygirl?" San tilted his head down at her.

She quickly nodded her head, which displeased the other male.

"Words princess. Those lips of yours aren't just there to adorn your pretty face, now speak up or I'll take away your ability to speak." Yeosang gave her the first warning of the night.

"Yes, I want to show my daddy how sorry I am. Will daddy let me suck his huge cock?" She ended her inquiry by poking her tongue out to wet her lips.

With a totally smug grin, San started to unzip his pants.

"Hmmmm I don't know if you truly deserve to suck off my cock, after all, it's a superior cock to all the other one's you've had, aside from Yeosang's." He added, to which his friend couldn't help but smirk at.

"So why don't you beg first and then maybe I'll think about it?" But San and Yeosang both knew he'd end up face fucking the girl on the bed.

"Please daddy, let me suck your cock. I know I've acted like a total slut, but please use my mouth as you wish. Fuck yourself on my face until you make a mess of me."

With a satisfied gaze, San didn't hesitate to strip himself out of his pants, revealing that he had not worn any underwear underneath at all. Getting a peak over at Yeosang's disgruntled look, San could only shrug.

"We both know we'd end up fucking her either way so what was the point?"

Noticing that Y/N seemed to brighten up at his words, San was quick to tear down any illusions she had.

"Don't get ahead of yourself missy. Just cause I said we'd fuck you, it doesn't mean we're going to let you cum."

She couldn't help but pout her lips when he shut her down so cruelly. Resting a palm on the top of her head, San grabbed the base of his erect member and tapped the head along her upper lip.

"Maybe if you suck me off real good, I might think about it."

Lips parting around his cock, Y/N hummed as San sunk his length deeper inside her mouth. He sucked in a deep breath and then released a heavy groan, head tilting back as he slowly rolled his hips forward. Y/N generously opened her mouth to make way for his entire cock to slide in and out of her. San started a slow pace at first, wanting to savor the feeling of her wet mouth engulfing his entire shaft.

"Shit, you always treat me so well." He said in a raspy voice when he felt Y/N start suckling around his length.

"Told you she was our good little girl." Yeosang spoke up from the other side of the bed, watching in earnest as his friend was getting his cock sucked by their sugar baby. Feeling the atmosphere get heated, Yeosang started unbuttoning his dress shirt, peeling it open enough for his rock hard abs to peek out, a sight very few got to behold. He ran a hand down his thigh, resisting the urge to whip his own member out and jerk off to the scene in front of him. As much as he wanted to, he had a lot of self control and he'd much rather have Y/N wrap her own hands around his cock. Or better yet, he'd rather pound it into her pussy.

San continued to let our groan after groan, his hips starting to become more aggressive in their movements. With a hand gripping the back of her head, he forced her face down until she was gagging all around his shaft. When he released her, she only managed to take a deep breath before he was bucking his hips up into her mouth in a continuous motion.

"Oh God- yes that's right. Suck my cock like the good whore you are."

Y/N felt herself clench around nothing when he heard San speak up above her. Hollowing her cheeks even further, one of her hands slid up San's thigh and then cupped his balls. That action had him throwing his head back as he drove himself into her mouth more roughly.

"Oh fuck babygirl, you're driving me insane."

If she could, Y/N would have smiled at the praises San was now bestowing upon her. She made sure to squeeze and fondle his balls as she knew he'd like, further heightening the pleasure he was feeling. She was so concentrated and focused on sucking San off that she didn't realize Yeosang had leaned closer towards them. One of his hands delicately came up to caress his baby's ass, fingertips brushing across her soft skin and creeping closer to her tiny hole. With a sly smile, he plunged his middle finger inside her, wiggling it slightly before curling it up and rubbing it on her hood.

"Yeosang-" San growled when he was made aware of what was happening only because when Yeosang started pushing his finger inside Y/N's pussy, she had given him a particularly long suck that caught him off guard, nearly throwing him over the edge.

Smiling unapologetically, Yeosang merely added a second finger into her hole, using them to spread her folds apart.

"She's mine too and I get to play with her however I want."

Although muffled due to San's cock, Y/N was moaning wildly as Yeosang swirled and circled his fingers into her, his thumb playing close attention to her clit.

"My cute little doll for me to play with." He finished saying as he continued to finger her hole.

"Yeah? Well right now I'm going to paint this little doll's face with my cum. Make a mess on her."

Holding her head in place, San shut his eyes and through gritted teeth began to recklessly fuck himself against her face, his tip hitting the back of her throat every time he pushed back in. As soon as his cock twitched, San pulled himself out and quickly began pumping his length. Making sure to get as close as possible, San groaned in ecstasy when sputters of his cum started pouring out and landing on Y/N's face. Yeosang himself whined lowly as he watched the white liquid trickle down her forehead, cheeks and even her nose. Whatever fell close to her mouth was quickly cleaned up by her tongue, further pleasing the male she just brought to his climax.

"Oh you're such a dirty girl." He grinned at her.

Knowing his friend wasn't done with her quite yet, Yeosang slipped his fingers that were still lodged in her heat out. Bringing them up to his mouth, he licked it all clean as he saw how San began turning her so her ass was now facing him.

"You sucked me off like a champ baby, but you know my hard on is difficult to get rid of."

She did indeed knew, having been used over and over by solely him in just one night. It seemed he was insatiable when it came to her, never leaving without at least making sure they came 4 to 6 times. If Yeosang was added to the equation, then it'd be less, but only because it would get more rough, kinky and he'd insist on not pushing their precious princess too far.

Y/N eagerly pushed her ass up as far as she could, wiggling it a little just to put on a show for San, which he noticed.

"Does the little slut now want to get fucked from behind?" San teased, his hardening member poking at one of her cheeks.

"Please Daddy." She made sure to remember the manners Yeosang had taught her, the latter smiling proudly that she remembered the training he'd given her.

"All right, but only cause you said please."

They both moaned out, one from the overwhelming feeling of his member being gripped tightly and the other from having her walls stretched out so deliciously. Y/N couldn't get comfortable just yet, as there was still an extra pair of eyes watching them and he was now beginning to strip himself out of his clothes, his eyes peering down at the younger female so intensely.

"San, quit playing around and fuck her, but make sure she doesn't cum."

Before Y/N could get a chance to say anything, any words about to come out of her mouth were strangled out when the man behind her started pounding his cock into her core. His hands were gripping down harshly on her skin, using her ass as leverage to push himself back inside her even more deeper. Yeosang stood to the side watching all this with an eerily serene and pleased smirk. As much as he loved punishing and fucking their babygirl himself, he preferred and enjoyed more watching San carry out his orders and punish her instead. San may be the one who mostly took action, but it was always at Yeosang's commands. He was the true mastermind behind everything that happened in the bedroom. His cock was painfully hard as he reveled in the sight of seeing his friend's cock being driven inside Y/N's pussy.

"You enjoying this you fucking sadist?" San snarled as he noticed the way Yeosang was staring. Wanting to toy around with Yeosang for a bit, he cupped a bit of Y/N's hair in his hand before yanking on it so her face would look up at Yeosang.

Smiling with no remorse, Yeosang chuckled under his breath.

"More than you'll ever comprehend. Now can you please add a little bit more spice in this? Make it hard for our princess to not cum."

Having the perfect idea in mind, San used the free hand that wasn't gripping her hair to come down and spank one of her ass cheeks.

"F-fuck!" Y/N cried out as her body jolted forward.

"You heard Yeosang. Don't you dare cum at all baby." He warned her as his hand landed 2 more smacks across her skin.

Y/N's legs began trembling under San. The combination of his hips snapping his cock deep in her plus his hand striking her ass was becoming unbearable to withstand. She wanted to cum so badly, especially after hours of being edged and toyed around with before. Her eyes looked over to Yeosang, silently pleading him to allow her to give into her much anticipated release. But he remained unmovable, he just continued to watch her as his hand slowly stroked his shaft.

"Please daddy....." She whimpered in a rather pathetic manner, trying hard not to clench around San's dick.

When Yeosang moved towards her, she thought that maybe she'd get what she wanted, but instead she shuddered when he suddenly gripped her face harshly.

"I told you time and time again that I want you to use your words, but it seems you just don't get it. So why don't we try to fix that?"

Releasing her cheeks rather harshly, Yeosang looked over to San.

"San, do me a favor and shut her up for a while. I don't want to hear any sound from her for a few minutes."

Getting the hint of what Yeosang wanted, San sent him a knowing smile.

"It'll be my pleasure."

Pressing his hand on the back of her head, he pushed her face until it was completely sunken in the mattress underneath them. Yeosang smirked with satisfaction as he heard Y/N's screams being muffled now as San intensified his thrusts, the new angle making it easier for his dick to hit her g-spot each time he pushed back in.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum." He gasped out, frantically chasing his high.

"Cum inside her."

That command shocked even San. Ever since they started the relationship, they had never once came inside Y/N's hole, always preferring to cum on her body.

"Have you lost your-"

"Did I stutter? Either you cum inside her little cunt and fill her up or I'll make sure neither of you are cumming at all."

Knowing fully well Yeosang was very capable of making it happen, San didn't press the matter any further and caved in. With feral groans, he stilled his hips as he began emptying himself inside Y/N, cock spurting out endless amounts of cum that painted her walls. Even though her sounds were semi muted, both of them could make out her frustrated whines at not being allowed to cum while feeling San's hot semen pool into her. Releasing his hold on her, San pulled out of her and quickly stepped aside as he could tell Yeosang couldn't hold back anymore.

Before Y/N could fully catch her breath or get a hold of herself, she gasped when she was suddenly turned around on her back as Yeosang stared at her with hunger and lust. She let out a choked wail when his cock entered her and gave her no time to prepare as he started a merciless rhythm of tearing into her pussy. With her legs thrown over his shoulders, the position only made her more weak. Her clit and folds were beyond pink, bordering on a crimson red and were puffed up to an extreme. Tears brimmed down her face as she felt her body give into the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling. Her body was so exhausted after so much foreplay and being used for her daddies' twisted ways that she felt like she was going to pass out from how intense her growing orgasm was becoming. She couldn't feel or register anything aside from the burning between her legs and the sound of skin slapping that was heard throughout the room.

"You wanna cum now my little doll?" Yeosang taunted at her, one hand snaking to her neck once more and squeezing softly.

"Yes! P-please let me cum!" She begged fervently, shouting as loud as she could even though her throat was being constricted.

"Fine. I think you learned your lesson princess. Now cum for me. Cum for your daddy." He instructed her.

With eyes rolling to the back of her head, Y/N's body started convulsing uncontrollably under Yeosang's. Her vision blurred as shockwaves gripped at her body and had her dissolving into a puddle of intense pleasure. Throughout all this, Yeosang continued to plunge his cock into her, not stopping until his own cum was flooding her heat, mixing in with her juices and with San's cum that had been previously bestowed inside her. He had a completely unapologetical and proud smile as he pulled out to watch his cum seep out of her.

"One of us is going to get you pregnant babygirl.... let's wait and find out."

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sugurus-slxt · 3 years

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Haikyuu Boys Walking In On You Dancing (smexy edition)

Lineup: Tsukishima Kei, Azumane Asahi, Kozume Kenma, Yamamoto Taketora and Oikawa Tōru.

Warning: cursing, one mention of alcohol, and suggestive smexy content

A/Note: So yes two in a day, I was extra motivated y’all don’t question it. It’s probably because it’s been so long. The songs are just what I like to listen to, m sorry.

Tsukishima Kei

♬♩♪♩ Sean Paul – She Doesn’t Mind ♩♪♩♬

Tsukishima was looking for his bluetooth headphones everywhere because he was positive he had left them on the couch, in the living room. However, they seemed to have grown legs and walked elsewhere, he joked to himself. “Y/N! Shorty! Have you seen my headphones?” he called loudly but no response. He walked through the house shouting your name but you were nowhere to be found. Tsukishima glanced at the clock on the wall; it read 4:30PM. He considered maybe you had been outside, possibly reading a book which you often did.

He was right; there you were blanket laid on the grass with the long-forgotten book and you standing up dancing with his headphones. You hadn’t seen him yet and he had considered stopping you but he just couldn’t. Kei stood at the door admiring the way your hips rolled and body moved. He wondered what you were listening to make you dance this way, so beautifully, so erotically. Tsukishima wasn’t much of a dancer but he’d love to be body to body with you right now. He had clearly gotten a bit too excited and the tent in his pants was proof. His cheeks burned red in embarrassment, you still dancing, unaware of his presence.

He quietly crept up behind you gently clasping his hands around your waist. You jumped a bit, immediately lowering the headphones. “I was looking for those you know,” he whispered lowly in your ear. “I- I’m sorry you can have them back now,” you apolgise trying to turn around. He held your body still, pressing his closer to yours. Then you felt it, the hardness pressed against your back, “But I want something else now. Hmmmm. Care to help me with it shortcake?” he asked his hands finding his way below your shirt, caressing your chest and brushing over your nipples. “K- Kei we’re outside. S-someone could see,” you tried reasoning.

“Really… Hmm you didn’t seem to mind a few seconds ago. So unless you want the neighbors to get a perfect view of your body being wrecked which I’m sure they wouldn’t mind get your ass on the bed upstairs right now,” he said biting your ear, eliciting a whimper from you. “I- y-yes sir,” you reply, pulling yourself from his grasp to go upstairs, he followed closely behind.

Azumane Asahi

♬♩♪♩ Bailando – Enrique Iglesias ♩♪♩♬

Asahi was busy at work in his office; with a tight deadline and 3 designs to perfect every waking hour was spent working. But he’s been staring at the blank page for the past 20 minutes with no breakthrough and it’s not because he couldn’t come up with anything, he just couldn’t concentrate. Why? Because right now you were just outside his door in the living room blasting music. It’s not like you meant to disturb him or had forgotten either, he just didn’t tell you.

He knows you’d insist on staying up to ungodly hours with him as he finished his designs so he told you he’d be in bed shortly, he just had some papers to sign. He hoped you would go to sleep but nope. Asahi wanted to leave you to your music he truly did, he knew you were happiest when you’re dancing and enjoying yourself but he wanted to enjoy it with you. The faster he finished the faster he could come and be with you, so he decided to tell you.

“Hey-,” the words died in his throat as his eyes landed on you. Asahi considered retreating to his office right now but he couldn’t move. You hadn’t heard him and he was kind of glad you didn’t. Your hips swayed to the beat, moving in just the right way, his eyes didn’t leave you. Your clothes hugged your body just right even if they were just sleepwear. Was that really what you wore to sleep he thought? If he had noticed all this sooner he was sure your nights would end a much different way. Asahi’s face flushed red; he cursed himself for thinking such inappropriate thoughts.

Your hands trailed up your body that was moving to the music as you finally turned to see him. “Oh! Hey, honey. I didn’t see you there,” you paused the music and walked up to him. “I- I wanted you to turn down the music. I- mean if that’s alright,” he said scratching his neck. “Yeah yeah. I’m sorry honey. Lemme do that and you can get back to your work,” you pulled his hand to your lips placing a kiss on them, and walking back to the speaker. “W-wait could you umm maybe help me with something. It's fine if you can’t,” he waved his hands in front of him. You look down to find a very turned-on Asahi and chuckled, “Mmmm Of course honey. Maybe next time you can join me dancing. I didn’t know you liked it so much.” Asahi hid his face in his hands as he followed you to the bedroom.

Kenma Kozume

♬♩♪♩ LUV – Tory Lanez ♩♪♩♬

Kenma was busy working a TikTok Livestream because his followers and subscribers have been bombarding his inbox with messages to get one. He was currently in the process of making sure everything was in order as people started popping in and saying hi. You were in the bedroom trying to strike up some inspiration but instead, you got so caught up in the music. Meanwhile, Kenma was telling them about his day but the chat was blowing up with questions so he had skipped over to answer them.

About an hour had passed and he was getting a bit hungry so he decided to headed over to the kitchen, phone in hand to get some apple pie from the fridge. Everyone started commenting typical Kodzuken, a couple people suggested that he ask you if you wanted any. His fan base was very familiar with your presence and often asked for ideas where he would interact with you. The community loved seeing the softer side of Kenma that came out when you were around. His phone was turned to face you so everyone could see you when he entered.

Not even five seconds after he opened the door he closed it. “Hey guys, ummm I need to go. I’ll come back later. Kodzuken out,” he quickly ended the stream and turned off his phone. “Hey, baby. Are you ok?” you peeked out from the door one side of your bluetooth earbuds still in. His face was tinted pink as he pushed you into the room, “I- Kitten … umm my fan base just saw… they … well how you were dancing and I-,” you stopped him pulling him to lay his head on your lap. “I’m sorry baby, but it’s nothing special. Was I bad?” You ask while stroking his hair but he sat straight up. “No! I mean no, you weren’t bad. It was just,” he played with his fingers, “It was just really seductive and it's that’s not really for my fan base to see. “

“Oh? Then who is it for then? Hmmm,” you asked in a teasing manner. He was embarrassed but still confidently answered, “For me ok. It’s for me now stop teasing me ok,” he pouted turning away from you. You giggled, “I’m sorry but maybe you want me to continue. For you alone that is?” He thought about it but then his stomach growled, “Ok I do but maybe eat some apple pie with me first?” You nodded and you both headed to the kitchen but don’t think he forgot about your suggestion.

Yamamoto Taketora

♬♩♪♩ Fast Wine – Machel Montano ♩♪♩♬

Today had gone by pretty slow, and you spent it watching movies and just spending time with Yamamoto. But now it was a bit later and you were feeling some creative juices flowing so you decided to put that to use you grabbed your stuff and set it up at the kitchen counter. He decided to up Kenma’s offer to play some games. About two hours had gone by and your shoulder was getting pretty sore. The playlist was pretty upbeat and just as you had gotten up a dance-worthy song had begun to play. You thought maybe it’d be a good warm-up.

You were swaying your body to the beat and getting in the rhythm. Your hips moved freely as you dragged your hand over your body and fit your dancing to the nature of the song. What you didn't know, is as soon as you started to dance Taketora was coming to get some snacks and check up on you. But his plans changed when he saw you dancing, he froze. If he went back now he’d definitely have to take a cold shower and he saw no difference if he stayed. So he decided to enjoy it for a bit. His cheeks were lightly dusted pink and the situation in his pants was only getting harder.

He felt weird just standing there, kind of like he was being a creep so he decided to quickly run to the kitchen and run back as the song came to a close. “H-hey baby. Just getting a snack and heading back,” he said hurriedly. “Oh ok. Did you enjoy the view?” you quirked your eyebrow smirking at him. “W-what? I didn’t see anything just you baby always se- I mean beautiful as ever,” he turned away from you and opened the fridge. You slowly walk up behind him, and start climbing your fingers up his arms, “Really nothing? I guess that’s too bad, I wanted to know what you thought. Guess I just have to assume it was terrible.”

“Wait! Baby your dancing is really amazing and sexy! How could you say it’s bad!” he shouted covering his face in realisation of what he just said. You burst out in a fit of laughter, it was so easy to get him to admit things, “Babe I’m sorry but I’m glad you like it. I didn’t know how much you saw I only caught you down to the end. But I’m glad you like it I but I do see that your little friend down there liked it much more.” You pointed down to his crotch which he covered while flushing bright red. “I’m sorry I- umm I’ll take care of it,” he apologised turning to leave. “How about we both have a shower and I can fix it for you hmm,” you held his hand and whispered in his ear. “Y-yes p-please. Thank you,” he looked down blushing as you led him to the bathroom.

Oikawa Tōru

♬♩♪♩ Hips Don’t Lie – Shakira ♩♪♩♬

Oikawa was gone for practice and you decided it’d be fun to catch up with your friends because it had been a while. You were on a video call and you guys had started talking about music and gotten into a bit of details about dancing. So now you and all your friends were showing their wining and grinding skills. This was a rather normal occurrence because in all honestly things always got wild between you guys. Put the three of you in a club and all eyes would be on you in no time. It was always a surprise how a couple shots could go such a long way.

You were going off to this song, all the seductive movements, hands dragging over the dips of your body and your hips moving at just the right tempo. Tōru had forgotten his water bottle and came back only to find you dancing. Turned on was an understatement but his time in Brazil gave him experience in more than one way and he was going to use that. This man was not shy but he did wait for the right moment to jump in. He came up behind you resting his hands on your waist, guiding your movement with his. “Hey cutie, moving that beautiful body of yours I see,” he whispered in your ear gently biting it. “You startled me,” you smiled still dancing as you put your arms back against his chest and dragged your body down his, slowly coming back up.

He started placing kisses on your neck, “Mmmm m sorry, fuck I’m not gonna make it to practice baby.” He twirled you away from his body only to bring you back and dip you. He smiled and pulled you up for a kiss. Suddenly, whistles and claps erupted, “Shit- I forgot I was talking to them.” He chuckled as they asked where they can find themselves an Oikawa Tōru. “Well ladies there’s only one and I don’t think Y/N-chan is sharing,” giving them a wink.

“Well, I don’t know you cause a lot more problems than fix them,” you joke as he clutched his chest. “How rude Y/N-chan! Maybe I’ll take your friends up on their offer then,” he crossed his arms and pouted childishly. “You’re not going anywhere, you’re all mine mister, and now what’s that about not going to practice. What did you have in mind?” you asked ending the call with your friends. He didn’t reply, just grabbed you by the waist and placed you on his lap, earning a small squeak from you.

Tell me if you'd like to see anyone else for this? Whether it's MHA or Haikyuu, maybe even Jujutsu Kaisen.

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debiteful · 3 years

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Okay so this one is based on an anon request I got. A particular detail made me uncomfortable, but otherwise the concept was solid. If you want elaboration on my feelings on that, you can ask, but I don't wanna bog down the story with that ramble ^,....,^'

A wereboar discovers a human living beneath their floorboards. This person is in exile and being hunted; to make matters worse a very tough person is hunting this human. The good natured wereboar decides to help the human evade capture.

Content: soft, safe protection vore, panicking prey, willing human prey, boar-human hybrid pred, belly bulge, fearplay, threat/false claim of digestion, regurgitation, comfort afterward

Tuki walked up their front steps, feeling the familiar creak of boards beneath their feet. The bungalow stood alone in a woodland clearing, the perfect place for someone like Tuki to live. Isolated, yet close enough to civilization to get the supplies they needed.

Once inside they let their loaded sack fall to the floor. They knelt and began going through it, sorting the things within; food went to one side while fabric went to the other. Behind them, they heard a rustling noise. Very slowly they stopped rifling through the bag and listened. Their nose twitched and they snuffled curiously while slowly turning their head.

Something was scraping against a floorboard over there. Had to be big, a rat wouldn't sound like that. Maybe a raccoon? Looking around, Tuki could see one of the cabinet doors was open in the kitchen. That little thief!

The homeowner crept across the floor as quietly as they could. Unfortunately, stealth was not their strong suit. Their weight made the floorboards groan with every step.

The rustling went quiet. Tuki bent low and sniffed at the floorboards with little grunts. They had to be getting close. The scent of some creature wafted up; it didn't smell like racoon.

"Hey!" They called gruffly, "Get out here you vermin!"

A soft whimper and hasty scrabbling from below the floor was the only response. Tuki growled and leapt to their feet. In a flash they were out the door and scrambling under the cabin. Leaf litter and dirt kicked up as the creature tried to hurry away. Tuki crawled on their belly, moving arm over arm with surprising speed thanks to bulky muscles.

As the creature became silhouetted by the daylight on the far side of the cabin, its pursuer frowned. That almost looked like a person…

Tuki stopped and called, "Hey! I won't hurt you. Wait!"

It froze. They could see a head swivel and bob while it tried to get a look at them. They approached slowly.

The creature backed out from under the house, sunlight revealing its form. It was a human! Mud streaked their ashen face and twigs stuck from their unkempt hair at odd angles. They kept taking steps backwards, eyes trained on the crevice where Tuki would emerge.

By the time they were free to stand, the human was halfway to the tree line. They brushed themselves off and stood by the back of the house, "Hey! I said I wouldn't hurt you. You look like you could use some help. I- well I don't like that you stole some food, but you clearly need it. Come inside and I'll help you."

The frail person tilted their head one way, then the other. Big, dark eyes glittered as they considered the offer. They seemed human, but right now they reminded Tuki more of a yearling doe.

Tuki held out their hand, "Come here! I promise it'll be okay."

They blinked, then approached. Tuki let their arm fall and turned towards the front of the house. They didn't need to look back to sense that the bedraggled human was following a short distance behind.

Inside Tuki was able to heat some water so they could bathe. While they did, the host picked out some of their own clothes that might fit. An oversized shirt made a dress-length tunic for the human. Then they set to cooking up some warm food; they could tell it would do them good.

Over the meal, Tuki managed to gather that his name was Lark, and he was hiding from someone. He was vague about that, as if worried Tuki would change their mind about being so hospitable if they knew. Sensing the reluctance, they didn't press the matter.

After even this small bit of care, Lark was looking much better than he had been. His cheeks had a warm, healthy glow, and his hair was hanging in loose curls just above his shoulders. He looked a little silly in the large shirt, but at least it was soft and clean.

A loud knock at the door rang through the cabin. Lark jumped and spilled the soup he had been sipping from a bowl. His eyes were wide with alarm, and suddenly his whole body shook.

Tuki stood to answer the door but he darted over and grabbed at their arm. "No! Don't!" He hissed, looking up with pleading eyes.

They frowned down at him, "Why not?"

"They're here for me; they'll hurt me. You gotta hide me somewhere- somewhere they won't find me!"

Their frown deepened and they cast a worried glance around the simple dwelling. The only room besides the main area was their bed and bath room, but that didn't exactly have any hiding places. If he could get back under the floor, then maybe-

Another flurry of knocks rapped at the door. This time it was accompanied by a warning voice, "Whoever is in there, open up or I'll have to come in myself!"

Lark trembled and clung to Tuki's arm. His wordless plea was all across his face. Their face softened and they whispered, "Do you trust me?"

"I- what? I have to; if you have a plan, then do it!"

Tuki nodded and gently removed him from their arm. The human watched with a creeping dread as before his very eyes his host's shape shifted. Their face elongated, sharp tucks sprouting from between their lips. Their stubble lengthened and hair thinned, becoming thick bristles. Ears lengthened and flopped, and their form filled out their shirt better.

Beady black eyes full of concern gazed at Lark from that monstrous face. His host wasn't human; they were a were-boar!

He sucked in a shaky breath and fought the urge to turn and run. Filled with desperation, he knew flight was not an option.

He squeaked as their powerful hands grabbed his slight shoulders and lifted him. His feet reflexively kicked a little as they left the floor. Their jaws opened wide, saliva hanging in thick strands that trembled with their hot breath. The humid air washed over his face as he screwed his eyes shut. Terror pricked at his belly and sent his heart racing as he felt a slobbery tongue rise up to greet his face.

Their maw shut around his head and shoulders gently. Even if he wanted to cry out, he couldn't, smothered by wet flesh as they crammed his head down their throat. They swallowed; it was a sickening feeling to have those powerful muscles constrict around him.

He could hardly feel their hands grasp his hips now and heave him deeper in. His legs kicked wildly and he fought for air through the panic and slime. His whole body became completely enveloped in rippling muscle and coated in saliva as he slid downward.

Tuki wiped their mouth with the back of a hairy hand while the other slid down to support their swelling belly. They felt their gut stretch as their hastily gobbled prey slid down and was forced to curl. Their stomach walls were taut and smooth around Lark's quivering form. The bulge of their belly strained against their shirt, making it ride up a little. It wasn't very inconspicuous, but it would have to do.

They plodded over to the door just as whoever was outside turned the handle. The door swung inward to reveal the would-be intruder, a hulking man carrying a baton in one hand and clutching the short leash of a massive dog in the other. The beast snarled and snapped at Tuki, but they held their ground. The man looked surprised, but a snear took over, "There you are, you dumb brute! You couldn't hear me knocking?"

Armed and with that vicious dog, Tuki knew they couldn't fight. Especially stuffed full like this. They would have to talk their way through this. "I could," they said crossly, "but I was finishing my dinner when you so rudely interrupted."

"I have important business, more important than you stuffing your face, pig."

Tuki narrowed their eyes, "What is it then?"

"I'm on the trail of a dangerous fugitive who is an enemy of the state." At that Lark squirmed inside their belly nervously, but went still as the man continued, "I tracked him here, intending to apprehend him so he can be exiled permanently."

The dog was straining against its tether, sniffing with interest at the threshold. Its master didn't spare it a glance, stone-cold eyes fixed on Tuki and club raised menacingly. They replied, "Well I haven't come across anyone dangerous."

"He's a sly curr, might not seem dangerous. Have you seen any strangers around here? Heard anything odd?"

"Hmmmm," Tuki said, weighing their options. They scratched at their belly, drawing up the shirt to reveal the rounded bulge sagging over the waist of their pants. "There was this one little fella, big doe eyes. He stole some food from me," the anxious squirms started up again, making their protruding gut wiggle. "So I ate him instead!"

"You what?" The man snarled. Slowly his gaze drifted down to their taut stomach, and horror crept into his eyes at seeing it move. He looked back at Tuki with disgust, "You ate a man?"

"Hardly a man," they shrugged, "More of a vermin. I'm not too picky though," they said with a smirk.

Seemingly at a loss for words, he just gaped at the wereboars belly for a while. Then he looked past them, into the house, "I'm going to have a look around, just in case."

"You won't find much," Tuki gloated, patting their belly. A burp rumbled up and escaped loudly. The dog sniffed the air then bayed and reared up to investigate their snout. They laughed and the man dragged it away and into the house by its leash.

Tuki kept a wary eye on the two invaders while they leaned against the threshold. Lark still hadn't settled down, his body writhing within the flexible limits of the stomach. Little muffled grunts could barely be heard above the gurgling fluids shifting around him.

The dog barked with savage excitement as it found Lark's dirty clothes. The wash water had already been drained away, leaving little explanation. The man hooked the tattered clothes with a finger and brought them to Tuki, "Whats this? Is it yours?"

"No, you're welcome to it. I took those filthy rags off that human before I devoured him. I have some standards," they huffed.

The man eyed their still moving gut, "You ate him alive?"

"Of course! Killing is so messy, I don't like to do it in the house. Besides," they leaned in with a ghoulish grin, "I like to feel them squirm as I digest."

Lark flailed as best he could within the cramped confines, but the real reward was the brief widening of the intruder's eyes at that comment. He scowled, "Can't you spit him up? I have a job to do."

Offended, Tuki leaned back, "What? And waste a perfectly good meal? No, you were too slow. He's mine now. Besides, it's not like he's going anywhere. Just tell your master you did it; how're they gonna know any different?"

He considered, then trudged past the wereboar, hauling his dog along, "Fine. But if I get in trouble, don't think I won't send someone after your hide too!"

"I expect nothing less from a scoundrel like you."

He froze and clenched his cudgel. Tuki dearly hoped he wouldn't try to use it. Thankfully, that was the case, and he stomped off without another word.

Tuki shut the door and locked the bolt into place, just in case. They went over to their chair and sat down heavily. Their belly bumped against their legs as Lark continued to wriggle frantically. His whining could be heard by Tuki, and their heart lurched. The poor creature must be terrified. If only they had had more time to explain.

They got up and hurried to get a towel, then went to their bedroom and stood infront of the bed. They heaved, and with great effort Lark slid up and out of their stomach. He landed on the towel laid out to catch him and lay there shivering. Before he could scramble away, Tuki shifted back to their human form and bundled him up in the towel. He fought against the warm folds of cloth weakly before realizing he wasn't in danger. The wereboar sat on the bed and cradled the swaddled human in their lap, using a corner of the towel to wipe his face and hair.

He looked up with wide, tearful eyes, "You…." He couldn't find the words.

They hugged him tightly then gave an apologetic stare, "You're quite the mess, again. I didn't know what else to do. He would've found you if I hadn't-"

He cut them off, "I know. I know. It's just- the things you said, they were terrifying. Especially from, well, in there," his eyes flicked meaningfully to their belly.

They nodded and continued to clean him up carefully. He relaxed into their hold, inhaling the fresh air deeply.

Neither of them spoke. Both of their minds independently wandered to the same, simple question: what next? Neither of them had the answer right now.

#soft vore #safe vore #protection vore #digestion mention #reluctant prey #wereboar pred #anthro pred #human prey #belly bulge #bulging belly #similar size vore #same size vore #unintentional fearplay #panicking pred #regurgitation #hurt/comfort #debiteful writing

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noctumbra · 3 years

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Oh fuckboy!Bucky with 62, 64 and 65 combo

#62: “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” + #64: “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.” + #65: “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.” ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader

[hmmmm fuckboy bucky huh]

Your date was shit. The guy whom you got set up with by your roommate was a fucking asshole, and throughout the whole thing you wanted to punch him in the face. He was arrogant, kept humiliating and mocking with you and talked about his dream girl non-stop. At some point, you just wanted to scream at his face and walk away, but he was paying for the dinner, so you stayed for the sake of free, good-quality food. You definitely weren’t going to call him later, though.

Grumbling to yourself, you walked out of the Starbucks with your favorite drink in your hand, because you deserved an award for putting up with him, when you got a message from Bucky.

wanna hang out? im free, it said. You frowned at the text. You knew what it meant, knew why he was texting you, and honestly, you could use some distraction. Especially after that horrible date. oh shit, i forgot you were going on a date. srry. You rolled yur eyes. He definitely did not forget it, but you let it slide.

i’ll be at your place in five, you sent. Quickly draining your drink, thankfully you went for something cold, you made your way to Bucky’s apartment. He lived very close to the Starbucks that you always frequented, so you knocking on his door exactly five minutes later wasn’t a shock.

“Hey,” he said, and you were yanked inside. His hands were on your waist, you were hoisted up with your legs around him, and both of you were kissing passionately. “How was the date?” He asked when he dumped you on his bed to get undressed. You grunted, face contorted in a grimace. “That bad?” You grunted in approval and gave him a summary. Bucky chuckled. He climbed on the bed, crawled towards you like a panther. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole,” he whispered, lips closing over yours as his hands roamed all over your body.

He played with your nipples; sucking and licking and rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers all the while fingeringn you. You moaned under him. Your body was oversensitive, taut with the need of a relief. “Don’t tease!” You whimpered. “Please, fuck, don’t tease, not now.” Bucky hummed around your nipple and crooked his fingers, making you moan loudly and whorish.

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” He murmured, eyes dark and voice hoarse with lust. You whimpered.

“Because I needed to come like an hour ago,” you exclaimed. “You’re taking your sweet fucking time, Barnes.” You pouted but squeaked when he bit down on yur breast harshly. “That’s gonna leave a fucking mark, you stupid!” Bucky growled.

“Good,” he snarled and straightened up. His fingers were quick as he rolled down the condom on his hard length. You hummed.

“You gonna gimme your cock?” You asked. “You finally gonna stop fucking teasing and fuck me hard?” Bucky leaned over you, taking strength from his elbows as he slid inside of you in one go. You cried out, head tossed back, neck exposed to Bucky and his hungry eyes.

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll,” he whispered, hot breath licking your ear and making you shudder.

“Yeah?” You said. “Whatcha gonna do?”

The sparks that went off in his eyes told you that you just made the best mistake of your life.

#smut drabbles #bucky barnes x reader #answered asks

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todoroki-waifu · 3 years

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Atsumu x F! Reader

Scenario: When you try to subtly confess to Atsumu.

Word Count: 1,970

Genre: Fluff and humor.

Warnings: Cursing, female reader, and some OOC-ness (maybe?). My first time writing for Atsumu and the rest of the Inarizaki team.

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“I get that she’s the most beautiful here, but we are here to check out the art, too.” Atsumu jumps slightly at a voice and hand on his shoulder.

“‘Samu!"

"Could you be any more obvious?"

"I-I wasn’t doing anything!” Atsumu huffs, a blush attacking his face as he shakes off his brother’s hand.

“Why don’t you ask her out already before someone else does?"

"I’m working on it!"

"Hey, who’s that with __(y/n)?” Suna chimes into their conversation, nodding to where you had been standing and admiring a portrait. The two see a man conversing with you, both of you very engaged in whatever topic that was being discussed. He brought out a small electronic device, looking a bit nervous as he showed you the screen.

“He’s probably going to ask for her number.” Osamu replies indifferently, but did a quick glance at his sibling.

“What?!” Atsumu immediately leaves the group.

“Wait, but doesn’t that guy-” Aran questions, but Kita cuts him off while the others hold in their chuckles.

“Let him figure it out."

——-

"So if you put your-” While you were listening to the young man who approached you, a familiar face made himself known.

“Hey, buddy, is there a problem over here?” Atsumu suddenly inserts himself in between you and the stranger. He stands tall, looming over the shorter male.

“N-no, there is no problem.”

“Atsumu-kun, he was just-” You placed a hand on his arm and tried to explain the situation.

“Don’t worry, __(y/n)-chan. I got this.” Atsumu gently pushes you behind him to hide you.

“Was there something you needed from her?” He continues.

“No, si-sir. I-I was only trying to-”

“Well, if you ain’t got any business with her, I suggest you beat it.” The blonde twin glares at the male hiding behind his black device. He smirks victoriously, watching the scared stranger run away. He turns around to find you with your arms crossed and an incredulous look.

“Why were you so mean to him?”

“Mean? What do you mean? Wasn’t he trying to hit on you?”

“What? No! He works here! He’s a staff member."

"But didn’t he have his phone out to get your number?”

“Get my..-you mean his Ipad? He wasn’t trying to get my number, he was asking for my email so he could send a survey for us to fill out on how satisfied we were with the staff and the place."

Atsumu had no answer, processing what he did to the innocent and diligent worker and to you. You must think he’s a crazy idiot for sure.

"As funny and adorable that was, you’re coming with me to apologize.” You grabbed his hand, dragging Atsumu to find the man who he wrongly yelled at.

“Yes..” He pouts, but obeys. You’re zipping through the crowd until you finally spot your target.

“He’s with someone else, but we’re waiting until he’s finished and I’m not letting go until you do."

"I-I wasn’t gonna run away.” His cheeks heat up at your clasped hands, avoiding your gaze.

“Just in case.” You continued to look forward, __(e/c) eyes too shy to meet his brown ones.

“Thank you though,” You break the short pause, “I know it was a misunderstanding, but it’s nice to know that someone has my back.”

Atsumu directs his head to you, but is unable to see your face since it’s turned away with your finger busying itself with a strand of your hair.

“Of course. Always.” Your heart skips at his soft reply. You feel a gentle squeeze on your hand and respond similarly, fighting back the smile that was eager to present itself.

“Oh look! He’s done. Let’s go.” You gently pull him towards the staff worker once he has finished speaking to the other customers. You’re about to release his hand, but Atsumu keeps a tight grip. Probably he’s nervous about admitting to his mistake, you assume.

So you hold his hand just as tight, figuring he needs the support. You knew how much of a big baby he was.

But really, Atsumu was using this as an excuse to hold you just a bit longer. His fingers felt right in between yours.

——-

You managed to take some great pictures wherever it was allowed, but the artwork that forbade photos, you captured in your memory. After touring around the entire museum, you and the boys were starting to feel hungry, so everyone agreed to eat at the nearest restaurant.

You saw a few people scattered outside and you volunteered to ask the host how long the wait would be. Osamu steps behind his brother and lightly taps the back of his knees with his.

“Remember, that guy works here."

"Shut up, 'samu! I know that.” Atsumu huffs, red cheeks puffing out slightly as his friends laugh loudly. They stop as soon as you near them, telling the boys that there was a table open that could accommodate your party.

You sat in between the Miya twins which made you both nervous and happy. Your crush on Atsumu was getting worse every day yet you didn’t hate the feeling. You distracted yourself by looking through the menu, all of you deciding to share a couple appetizers before choosing your individual meals.

“What are you getting, __(y/n)-chan?” Atsumu asks, brown eyes looking at you as he lowers his menu.

“Hmmmm, I’m not sure yet. I’m caught between number 8 and 9.” You point to the items on the main course list.

“Oh! I was going to get the number 8. How about I get 8 and you get the 9 and we can just share? That way, we can get a taste of both. I’m curious about number 9 also.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?"

"Yea, of course I wouldn’t mind!” He grins, folding the menu before placing it on the table. You copy him and wait for the server to collect your orders.

You then bring out your phone, taking pictures of the boys and the restaurant’s interesting decor. Despite your school’s motto, you liked to keep the memories.

“Ne, Atsumu-kun, mind if I borrow your phone? Your camera is better than mine.” Your cell phone was a few years old, but Atsumu just replaced his and you were waiting to upgrade yours. Part of you was glad that you hadn't yet because you were going to use this opportunity to see how he feels about you.

“Sure. Here ya go.” He hands you his phone.

“Thanks!” You start taking pictures of yourself, really impressed with the photo quality.

“Take a selfie with me.” You change the camera view as you hold out your hand in front of you and Atsumu.

“You’re so far! Get close to me like you actually like me.” You say jokingly as you hear a few, muffled snickers around the table. Atsumu stutters a response, but you interrupt him when you start counting from three.

“Ready? Smile!” You take a few shots before looking at each one closely.

“Yeck, I’m deleting that one. I look gross in there.” You weren’t satisfied with how you smiled and your eyes looked like they were in mid blink.

“What? Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous!” Atsumu looks up at you after he watches you remove one of the many pictures. You blush at his statement, dodging his stare.

“Oh, ummm. ..t-thank you."

"You don’t gotta thank me. It’s the truth.” Atsumu murmurs, but it’s coherent enough where you could understand him.

“Get ready with your orders. The waiter is coming.” Kita sees the server walking towards your table. You went first and while everyone else was focused on the waiter, you quickly dragged your finger around on the phone screen. You immediately closed what you were doing and handed Atsumu back his phone.

Your heart was beating fast, but you kept a calm smile on your face as you casually made conversation with the volleyball team. None of the guys knew about your crush, afraid that they would make fun of you. Not that you believed they would, but you weren’t comfortable telling anyone yet.

Except for today.

You finally were going to tell one person about your crush and that person was Atsumu. You planned everything out for a while, thinking of every possible situation that could happen and how you would approach it. You were surprised at how smoothly your idea was going, but that made you even more uneasy.

But you already made your move and hoped that he would notice the little message in his phone.

———

Dinner was both fun yet stressful. Every time Atsumu would check his phone, your heart would jump at the thought of him seeing what you put. But he made no reaction so you assumed he had yet to see it.

And you were fine with that. You’d prefer if he read it at home instead of in a public place.

Everyone went their separate ways after the restaurant except you and the Miya twins. Your house wasn’t too far from theirs so they walked most of the way with you. Once you were close enough, you waved goodbye to the brothers.

“Bye! See you soon! And don’t forget to send me those pictures later, okay, Atsumu-kun?"

"Yeah, I will! Bye, __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu waved back before turning away with Osamu.

——–

Unfortunately, he never sent those pictures. He must have forgotten, but with how many days has passed, you believed he probably felt awkward with the little note you put.

If he saw it. He never acted any differently when you saw him at school.

Maybe he never did see it? But you were too afraid to ask so you were just going to live quietly with your heartache.

——-

“Oh, shoot! I forgot to send those pics to __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu says loudly while he and Osamu walk home from practice.

“You haven’t sent them yet? It’s been a week.” Osamu shakes his head.

“I forgot! I was too busy thinking of a way to tell her I like her. I gotta make sure it’s perfect.” The setter takes out his phone and taps on the photo album icon. As he selects and scrolls through the photos, his eyes become rounded at one particular image.

It was a selfie of you and him, sitting close, cheek to cheek as you both smile happily. What made him pause was the heart drawn over the two of you with the words ’yes or no?’ written at the bottom.

“Ahh! ’s-samu! Look, look!” He shows his phone to his brother. “I think __(y/n)-chan likes me back! She put this on our picture!”

As soon as Osamu sees what’s on the screen, his eyes also widen slightly then suddenly smacks his brother at the back of his head. “Dumbass! That photo has been sitting there for that long already?”

“I told you already, I forgot! And she never said anything! Other than to send the pictures after we ate- Oh my God, 'samu, I really am a dumbass!” Realization hit Atsumu harder than his brother’s slap.

“I knew that a long time ago. Now, why are you still here talking to me? Shouldn’t you be talking to __(y/n) instead?"

"You’re right! I gotta text her!” Atsumu’s hands were working fast in trying to find your text message conversation. Before Osamu could even make a snide comment, Atsumu becomes aware of a better alternative to communicate with you.

———

On your way home, you received multiple texts from Atsumu, all saying the same thing.

Yes!

Yes!!

Yes!

Yes!!!!

’The hell? Yes to what?’ Right when you were about to reply, you saw an incoming call from the setter who made your heart skip a beat daily.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Yes! __(y/n), yes! I want to be your boyfriend!”

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #one shot #haikyuu one shot #hq oneshots #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu reader insert #atsumu x you #atsumu drabble #atsumu oneshot #atsumu imagines #submission

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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The Things We Can’t Tell Pete About iii

Colson takes you on your first date.

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, teeth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 2721

| i | ii | iv | v |

Friday couldn’t come soon enough, even though it was only 5 days after your encounter at Pete’s house. You had been texting each other all week, he would send you pictures of him in the studio and you would tell him of the various artists you were working with.

And you were both avoiding Pete like the plague.

You felt bad, you really did. You loved your older brother, a lot. But if you were around him you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from telling him about the date. You told him everything, and it was already hard enough not to tell him when you weren’t around him.

You were so nervous about hiding the date beforehand that you never stopped to consider what would happen afterwards. On one hand if it went really well, there would most likely be more, and if it went really bad, you’d have to explain to Pete why you didn’t want to be around the guy you’d gotten along so well with.

None of that crossed your mind. What did cross your mind, however, was that you had no idea where you were going. You had been asking Colson all week, trying to plan an outfit, but he wouldn’t tell you.

You’ll find out on Friday.

Okay but that still doesn’t help me

You’ll look amazing in whatever you wear

I will end you -_-

I would let you

You smiled a bit too wide when you read that, a blush coming to your cheeks.

Just wear something casual 😊

“JuSt WeAr SoMeThInG cAsUaL”

I mean you could just show up naked…

-_-

Just saying ;p

Watch yourself Kelly

I’d rather watch you

Friday came along, and you were looking at the clock every 5 minutes. Lea, a new artist that you had been writing with for the past few months, took notice. “Someone’s got a big date tonight.”

You tilted your head and sent a joking glare to the girl. “I’m just saying, you’re looking at the clock like it’s gonna explode.” She smiled as you sighed.

“I haven’t been on a date in so fucking long, Lea.” You whined, throwing your head back, “I’m so excited.”

She chuckled, “who’s the lucky guy?” She shook her shoulders and you let out a giggle.

“I technically can’t tell you that.”

Her eyes went wide, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

You smiled widely, “technically speaking I’m not supposed to be going on a date with him. He’s kind of my brother’s best friend.”

Her jaw dropped, hands spreading on the table, “you’re joking!” You laughed loudly, shaking your head. “Y/N that’s against sibling law!”

“I know, I know. But it’s not my fault he’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen and he’s into me. What was I supposed to do?” You frowned and she sighed.

“What does he look like?”

“I would show you a picture but then you would know who he is, but I can tell you he’s hot as fuck.”

Lia pouted, the wheels spinning in her head. “Wait, so he’s famous?” You bit your lip, giving her her answer. “Holy shit, Y/N! What if the press catches you guys out together? Pete’s definitely gonna see then.”

You groaned, throwing your head into your hands, “I know, but it’s just one date. And he promised it would be somewhere secluded.”

“Ohhh.” She dragged out the last sound, her voice getting higher. “Secluded, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, “you’re paying me to write songs for you, not tell you about my love life.” You giggled and she sighed.

“Fine, but if you don’t write a song about all this, I’m gonna be very upset.”

“Whatever you say, Lea.”

I’m outside

Your heart skipped a beat when you got his text, checking yourself out in the mirror once more. “Fuck it, here goes nothing.” You mumbled to yourself before walking out of your apartment, locking the door behind you. You had told Colson to pick you up behind the building, so that if there were any paps on the street, they wouldn’t see you.

You walked out to find him leaning against his car, a smirk coming to your lips as you drank him in. He looked even hotter than that first night, and you knew you were in for trouble. When he saw you, he bit his bottom lip, a smile on his face as he checked you out.

“Hey.” You said once you got close to him. “I’m supposed to be going on this date tonight with this really hot Rockstar, have you seen him?” You tilted your head slightly.

He raised an eyebrow at you before deciding to follow along. “A hot Rockstar? Hm, no, I don’t think I have.”

“Bummer, I was really excited.” You let out a dramatic sigh.

He chuckled, “sounds like an asshole, if you ask me.”

“Oh, he totally was.” You giggle, scrunching your nose, “but the coolest asshole I’ve ever met.”

“I mean, I’m not hot asshole Rockstar but I do have a car. I could take you out instead?” You tilted your head, pretending to think about it.

“Hmmmm, I don’t know…” You trailed off, a smirk still on your lips.

He rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand and leading you to the passenger side seat as he spoke. “Oh my god just get in the car.”

You chuckled as you sat down, him joining you a few moments later. You looked over at him as he started the car, still half convinced you were dreaming. He caught you staring, sending you a glance before he pulled from where the car was. “What?”

“Nothing.” You smiled, not looking away from him.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I am going to crash this car.” He chuckled, a blush coming to his cheeks as he paid attention to the road in front of him, trying to ignore your gaze.

You giggled, turning to face forward. “I can’t help it,” you started, “you’re nice to look at.”

He rolled his eyes, “well I could’ve told you that.”

You leaned your head back, letting out a dry laugh. “And not conceited at all.”

He bit his tongue, both of you grinning like idiots as you drove down the streets of New York. You continued to bother him about where he was taking you, but he wouldn’t budge, telling you that you would find out when you got there.

He pulled into a small dirt parking lot next to an expanse of trees. There were only two other cars in the lot, and the forest seemed secluded. He turned the car off, getting out and walking over to open your door, helping you up. “This is cute.” You said, taking in the scenery around you. It wasn’t very often you got to be around nature without a lot of people crowding the wildlife.

Colson smiled as he opened the trunk, pulling out a literal picnic basket and blanket. “Yeah, well, you’re cute. So, I thought it would be fitting.” You blushed, reaching out to try and take the blanket from his hand but he moved it out of your reach.

You pouted, “well I was gonna try and hold your hand but both of your hands are full so I guess I’ll just have to suffer.”

Colson rolled his eyes, shifting so that the blanket rested on top of the basket all in one hand, grabbing yours with the other. You intertwined your fingers with his, the feeling very natural. You had never been this straight-forward with a guy, especially one you just met, but it just came so easily with Colson. “All you had to do was ask, princess.”

Your cheeks turned red at the nickname, so you turned your head away from him slightly. He chuckled at the movement and you pouted. Colson swung your arms as you walked onto a trail leading through the forest. “This is really cheesy, you know that, right?” You asked, looking up at him.

He nodded, meeting your eyes, “Yeah, I know.”

“Very un-Rockstar-like.” You commented. “If anyone found out you were a hopeless romantic your reputation would be ruined.”

“No one would believe you if you told anyone.” He laughed, “but you have to admit, this is gonna be the best first date you’ve ever been on.”

You were too distracted by his blue eyes to notice the scenery around you, the beautiful trees swaying with the slight breeze, the sound of water rushing in the distance. “I guess we’ll see.” You smirked; your tongue pressed against your bottom teeth.

“You are mean.” He muttered, shaking his head. You giggled, finally taking your eyes off his and finding the shoreline a few hundred feet in front of you. Your smile widened at the sight and you squeezed his hand.

“You really are a hopeless romantic.” You giggled as your feet hit the sand and Colson groaned at your words. “I like it!”

He grinned at you as you grabbed the blanket from his arm, spreading it out. “Well, we couldn’t exactly go out to the city without risking being seen and you deserve better than my house. So, you get a picnic on the beach.”

You rolled your eyes as he set the picnic basket down, sitting on the blanket and pulling you down next to him. “Just say you thought it would be romantic.”

“I never said I didn’t!” He opened the basket, pulling out various dishes and setting them onto the blanket in front of you. He then pulled out a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

You raised your eyebrow, “didn’t take you as a wine drinker.” You giggled

His eyes went wide, “just let me have this, woman.”

“I wasn’t complaining, I just think it’s kind of funny.” He rolled his eyes as you leaned into him, his arm wrapping around you. “Seriously, though, this is really sweet. No one has ever taken me on a picnic date.” You leaned your head against his shoulder, smile never leaving you.

“If you tell anyone I did this I’ll kill you.” He mumbled and you hid your laugh.

“I thought no one would believe me?” You looked up to his face, taking in his sharp jawline. You wanted to lean up and press your lips to it, but you resisted the temptation. You felt his chest move as he laughed silently, pulling you even closer to him.

The rest of the night passed just as easily, conversation flowing naturally between you and Colson. He told you all about his daughter, his friends, and the movie that he and Pete had wrapped. You talked about your music and the people you were writing for. It was easy to just exist around him, something that didn’t happen with very many people. Colson was real and open and made everything else seem to just disappear. You could understand why Pete had taken such a liking to him.

You two had stayed long after the food was gone and the sun had set. Colson brought out two candles and lit them, making you swoon even further. It was like a fairytale, and you never wanted to leave.

Throughout the night there were moments when you almost grabbed his face and kissed him, and you were sure he felt the same way. But you didn’t want to mess up what was going so well by moving too fast. And you still hadn’t discussed the not-so-small challenge of your relationship, Pete.

Eventually, when you had almost fallen asleep in his tattooed arms, Colson decided you guys had best be leaving. You packed up the food and candles, making jokes and basking in each other’s presence. Once Colson had placed everything back in the trunk, he made his way over to the passenger side door that you were leaning against.

He placed his hands against the car on either side of you, leaning down to be as level as possible with you. “I had a lot of fun tonight.” You said, softly.

His face was dangerously close to yours, the intimacy taking your breath away. “I did too.” His voice matched yours. His eyes wandered your face, occasionally drifting down to your lips before pulling away.

“I really like you, Colson.”

He smiled widely; his eyes gleaming. “I really like you too, Y/N.” He mimicked your phrasing. “What would you say if I said I wanted to take you out again?”

Your tongue peeked out between your lips slightly, “I guess you’ll have to ask and find out.”

He let out a sigh, “you are not gonna go easy on me, are you?” You shook your head, your smirk reaching your eyes. “Good.” He whispered, leaning in closer to you. You could move forward and close the gap between your lips, but you weren’t going to be the one to make the first move. “Will you go out with me again? Soon?”

You smiled at his eagerness, “I would love to. How soon?”

“Does Sunday make me sound too eager?”

You tilted your head, humming. “Nah, Sunday’s perfect.”

“Would it make this night better or worse if I kissed you right now?” His words made your heart flutter, your arms moving up his chest to rest lazily on his shoulders.

“I guess you’ll have to find out.” He chuckled at that, glancing up.

“What have I gotten myself into?” He whispered but the smile on his face screamed volumes.

You giggled softly, “are you gonna kiss me or not?”

His smile widened before he leaned in to meet your lips. His hands moved to your waist as you pulled him closer to you by his neck. This kiss was different from the first ones you shared, it was soft and sweet. You weren’t hungry for each other, dancing in the dark to hide from your brother and taking the few moments you could get, you were just two people kissing for the sake of it.

He pulled away slowly, his nose still touching your own. You both stood there for a while, enjoying the feeling of the other and the breeze that blew between you. Finally, he mumbled, “We should probably get going.” Despite his words, he didn’t move.

You nodded in agreement against him but also made no effort to get in the car. Instead, you leaned forward and captured his lips in yours again. It was small and quick, but just as sweet. “Fuck I’m already so far gone.” Colson mumbled before pushing himself off of you, his eyes locked on yours.

You blushed, leaning off the car and finding the handle. “You aren’t the only one.”

Your hand was intertwined with his the entire way home, both of you grinning like idiots as music played quietly on the radio. “I don’t want to be the one to bring it up, but what are we gonna tell your brother?” He asked, his eyes on the road.

You sighed, looking out the window, “I don’t know yet. I don’t wanna hide anything from him but at the same time if we told him he’d freak out.”

“But why would it bother him that much?” Colson asked, and you frowned.

“I don’t know, I think he’s worried about what happens if we break up. He doesn’t have many close friends and he seems to really like you, so he doesn’t want to have to choose between us or feel awkward around us if things end badly.”

Colson nodded, thinking. “But he wouldn’t pick me over you, ever. I wouldn’t let him.”

“Yeah, and he knows that but it doesn’t make it any easier for him.” You sighed. “I don’t know, maybe I’ll try and bring up the idea and see how he reacts.”

“It’s your decision. And if you decide that you don’t wanna do this with me because of Pete, I’d completely understand.” You smiled at his words, your heart melting at his thoughtfulness.

You squeezed his hand, “You are so much sweeter than you let people think, you know that?” He nodded, a soft smile on his features. “I’m not giving up on this.” You whispered.

“I won’t either.” He glanced over at you, briefly taking in your angelic appearance before turning his eyes back to the road.

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #colson baker imagine #colson imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker fluff

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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beta Yuki 🤤

beta Yuuji is very hot too

Did you say random beta Yuuji and beta yuki info

Warning this contains: talk about sex

Beta! Yuuji

I said this several times..but he’s basically a pet cat

Not only does he like climbing and sitting on very high places but he will annoy you when he wants attention

“Yuuji, I need to get this done”

Oh no..the power went out..what ever will you two do to keep entertained 👀

You can’t do anything when new needy

You trying to go to work?

Hmmmm don’t you wanna cuddle instead?

Okay but when he’s not annoying you he’s working

He is a hair stylist

Thanks to his famous family he usually has famous clients

He works from home cause the thought of leaving the house grosses him out

That being said he’ll happily take you on a date..but expect him to wear a hoodie and want to go to the most secluded area he can

He’s a flexible boy 👀

*casually does jack o pose while scrolling on phone*

He’s a HUGE pervert

He likes to go in public and have competitions with you to see who moans loudly first while you two are sitting at a table touching each other under the table

He usually wins cause he knows exact what he’s doing and knows how to keep calm

“What do you think I did during boring school lectures? I’m used to this”

Gross Yuuji.

Never sit in his lap unless you want to become an utter mess once he gets bored

That being said if he is ever feeling jealous he’ll plop into your lap and just hug you close just attacking your neck with kisses and bites

He has a picture of you naked as his phone wallpaper

He also has you moaning set as the ringtone whenever you call

Cause of this he always warns you that texting might be better than calling

He has so many sex tapes of the two of you fucking saved on his phone

Also if you’re dating beta Yuuji expect to have smoking sessions

He tends to smoke a lot of weed

Hell he even grows the stuff in his room

He also grows special mushrooms and bakes special snacks

He sells it as a side hustle

Beta yuki

This man 👀

He is so attentive of your needs and such a sweetheart

That being said he is a strict teacher

Which only makes his students even more attracted to him

He always likes to brag about you

To the point where it’s a tad annoying

“Oh yuki who made you lunch?”

“My spouse, they are absolutely amazing and I’m too happy to-”

Like okay sir cool it down

He loves to paint and will spent hours just painting to release stress

He likes to draw you if he ever wakes up before you on a day off

He’ll just sit on the windowsill in bedroom with a cup of coffee and his sketchbook drawing you

He finds you utterly dazzling

Everything you do is interesting to him

He Tries to refrain from using what he calls his teacher voice on you

That being said he makes it his mission to take care of you

Like drink your water damn it!

If you refuse him he’ll get a tad strict

Like you’re overworking yourself he’ll force you to take a seat

“Sit. Now. We are having a self care day”

He takes your health very seriously

He is a man who understands that stress can drive someone crazy

He spoils you quite often

From cooking dinner and just drowning you with affection to taking you on vacation trips when he can

He likes to share stories about his most funniest students and the weird things they do

He also shares the most ridiculous parent conference stories

He truly cares for his students and you know he does..that being said he is constantly calling them a pain in the ass

He has a habit of picking you up from work and just..be handsome.

Like waits for you while leaning against his car just attracting so much damn attention

He does this cause he tends to get jealous and wants people to know that he’s your husband

Loves touching your inner thigh✨

Like if he’s driving one hand is on the wheel and the other is on your thigh like he loves showing his affection

Soooo..sex. 👀

He can be kinky or vanilla depending on you

He’s a switch so he doesn’t mind what role he plays but he’s a naturally dominant person

Loves to tie you up and tease your body for hours

Just overstimulating you til you are shaking and broken

Doesn’t mind getting pegged

Has a lot of toys he likes to try on you

His favorite thing about sex is hearing you beg

He is usually pretty gentle only getting rough if you want it

Is a total brat tamer

If you act bratty to him in public..oh boy

He is very subtle with warning you that you’re being bratty

From rubbing his neck while tapping one finger against his neck with a soft hum when you got your first strike

After your third strike he casually excuses the two of you before he takes you to his car and proceeds to fuck that brattiness right out of you

That’s him when he’s dominant but when he’s submissive?? He’s the brat

He likes to push your buttons and play dominant

Just being cocky with a “well what are you gonna do about it” behavior

The words “make me” come from him and you have him whimpering on his knees ten minutes later

He looks so pretty with his hair down being a panting mess👀

#beta ocs #beta yuki #beta Yuuji #oc imagines

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delicatedreamlandcoffee · 2 years

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patrick bateman (american psycho) x underweight female reader 🍋

You’re sitting in bed, excited for the party tonight. There is a huge party going on tonight and all of your co-workers would be there. The person taking you is Patrick Bateman, a charming, attractive man. You get ready for the party, trying your best to look good. You meet up with Patrick outside the party. “Wow, you look amazing!” He says. “No I don’t, you look really good though.” You knew you looked good, wearing the tightest dress you had and wearing make-up, but you didn’t wanna come off as too cocky around him. “You look great, don’t worry. Now remember, everybody from work is gonna be here, so I want you on your best behavior, got it?” He said sternly. “Can’t make any promises.” You said with a small laugh. You went inside and immediately were greeted with loud music. You saw tables with food, but knew you wouldn’t have any, because you hated feeling fat. Patrick was talking to his work friend, Wyatt. You are sitting alone enjoying the view of Patrick’s well defined features, when Wyatt says something that you didn’t quite hear, but obviously offended Patrick. “What did you just say?” Patrick says angrily. He has never been good at controlling his temper, he often lashes out at you and then apologizes later because of how hard it is for him to control it. You obviously forgive him. Patrick and Wyatt start a yelling match, and eventually Patrick looks back at you for support. You don’t know what to say, so you just look at him sympathetically. “Me and you have to talk privately, come with me.” Patrick says ominously. You are a bit nervous, because he said this a bit seriously, but you obey nonetheless. Eventually you and Patrick separate from the crowd. “I always hated that guy. Never does anything around the workplace.” Patrick says with a scoff. “Sorry I didn’t back you up, I just didn’t know what to say.” you say looking to your feet. “It’s okay, I don’t care about it that much.” he says, but you can obviously tell Wyatt got to him. “You know... I know something that can cheer you up.” You say smiling. “Not right now, Y/N! We’re at a public party!” Patrick says, trying to hide his smile, but doing a very bad job. “Well can’t we just do it in the closet?” You say hopeful he would say yes. “Hmmmm... Ok fine, but we need to make it quick before someone comes back here.” You both enter the closet, and sit there for a while. The silence was deafening as you felt Patrick's breath on your neck. You heard him unzipping his pants. "You know what time it is, right?" He says, his hot breath making the hairs on your neck stand up. Suddenly, he shoved his giant cock into your tight pussy, groaning as he did so. You had to be quiet, as to not alert anybody that you are having sex in the closet of a party full of your co-workers. His warm hands were running up your thighs. It was awfully stuffy in the closet, but that just made everything more pleasurable. You slowly bounced on his big dick, sucking air in sharply each time it went all the way in. You had to restrain yourself from moaning loudly when he started thrusting faster and faster. “Ohh yeahh.” He said, clearly enjoying himself. “Yeah you like this don’t you.” you say seductively. “All 96 pounds of it.” He said with a small laugh. You got really turned on when he acknowledged your weight that you worked so hard to attain. Eventually, Patrick pulled out and came all over you. Bathing in his warm cum in the small confines of this closet was the most pleasurable experience you have felt in a while. It was a real shame you had to stop, but you both went to the bathroom to clean up. Eventually the party was over and Patrick and you both went home. You went to bed thinking about how much fun the party was, and wishing you could do it all over again. You fall asleep, awaiting the next time you’d be able to see Patrick.

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jay-wells-writes · 3 years

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Fixations (Harry x Reader)

**So the other day I went to get my septum pierced but it turns out that I don't have the sweet spot for it and she refused to pierce it. She asked me what else I wanted to pierce. I thought about my lip again but then I thought about how it could heal because I wouldn't let it heal. Well that of course sent me here and to this story. So I REALLY hope that you all like it.**

Looking up from a file you saw Cisco and Harry making their way to you. Seeing Harry for the first time in months you couldn’t help but turn slightly pink as you felt your heart skip a beat. Of course when you took a peak at him you could see the smile on his face and knew he had noticed. Once they had reached you, you turned back around and began walking into your office.

“Hey y/n, by any chance have you been able to find that note book I missed placed?”

“I did. It was sitting next to the couch so I just placed it in the top drawer in my desk. I need to fax these so go ahead and grab it.”

Turning to face the fax machine you had only been half listening to Cisco’s and Harry’s conversation. But hearing Cisco’s voice raising slightly you quickly turned around to see him hold your extra large bag of hard candies.

“Why am I just now finding out you have all these sweets?”

Shaking your head you walked over to Cisco and pulled the bag from his hand while reaching into the drawer for his notebook.

“As an ex-smoker I needed something to curb my want for a cigarette.”

Seeing Cisco’s eyes turning big you watched as he turned to Harry before turning back to you.

“YOU used to smoke? When…. How…” In his shock Cisco turned back to Harry. “Did you know that she used to smoke? Because this is the first time I am learning about it!”

Harry for the most part stuck his hands into his pockets and raised his shoulders.

“Wasn’t my place to tell.”

“So you KNEW?”

Rolling his eyes Harry shook his head.

“YES Ramon I knew. I caught her smoking outside late one night. But as I said, it wasn’t my place to say anything. Besides it isn’t that big of a deal.”

Turning quickly to you Cisco raised his hands.

“IT isn’t a big deal! It’s just I am shocked that I never noticed! I mean every smoker I have been by smelled like it, but not once did I smell it on you.”

Chuckling you placed the bag of candy back into your drawer.

“I only smoked because of my fixation. I was able to go without a cigarette as long as I had something to either suck or chew on.”

“Fixation?”

Looking quickly you could see that Harry was trying his hardest to keep his mouth shut and you had to look away before you started to laugh.

“I have a really bad oral fixation and smoking gave me something to do with my mouth.”

Almost instantly you could see Cisco’s face turn red, as his mind went where it shouldn’t have. And you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“Right, well thanks for finding this for me.” Turning to Harry, Cisco was quickly making his way out the door. “Now I can show you the calculations to the idea I had.”

Chuckling quietly you watched as Cisco left, but before he followed Harry made sure to give you a wink, that had your face burning.

It hadn’t even been 10 minutes when you heard the in office messenger going off on your computer. Pulling it up you saw that Harry had sent you a message.

Harry-I have something better then some candy for your “fixation”.

Biting your lip you quickly typed out a reply. To which Harry was just as quick replying back.

y/n-Promise promise.

Harry-I will be by your office at 7 and this time Cisco isn’t there to stop me.

Looking at the clock you realized that it was 5 and you still had paperwork that needed to be finished that night. Opening your drawer you pulled out a couple of pieces of candy and tried not to think about Harry and 7 o’clock.

Two hours later and a handful of candy you were putting the files away when you heard your office door opened up. Turning around you saw Harry standing in your doorway holding a couple of Big Belly Burger bags. Closing the cabinet you leaned against it as Harry stepped further into the office and shut the door. Once the door was closed you couldn't help but make a smart ass comment.

"That wasn't what I expected you to have for me."

Laughing loudly Harry sat the bags of food down and sat down on the couch. You couldn’t help but watch as he rub his hands up and down his thighs a couple of times before he lowered his face.

"Oh trust me, this isn't what I had in mind. I just figured you could use more to eat than the candy you have in that drawer."

Smiling you made your way over to Harry. Standing just in front of him you couldn’t help but sigh when he shifted to the edge of the couch so that he could rub the back of your thighs.

"Hmmmm. You're gonna make me wait?"

Laughing as he pulled you forward, Harry had you in his lap just long enough to kiss you before shifting you into a position that had your back resting against the arm of the couch with your feet in his lap.

"Oh trust me, I will not stop you. But you gotta remember Big Belly isn't so good warmed up."

Pouting just a little bit you held your hand out.

"Give me the food."

As the both of you sat there and ate, Harry told you about his visit back to Earth 2 and you filled him in on what had happened while he was gone. Eventually the food was gone and Harry began to rub his hands over your calves.

"So the urge to smoke hasn't been bad?"

Smiling you shook your head.

"There have been times where I wanted one, but I managed not to give in."

"How much candy have you gone through?"

Laughing, you shifted yourself so that you were sitting on your knees. Placing a hand on Harry’s thigh you gave him a smirk while his hand moved to your lower back and rested just above your ass.

"Believe it or not, I haven't had to suck on many pieces."

"Oh? And how did you manage that? Last time I saw you, you were extremely frustrated without something in your mouth."

Slowly bringing your hand closer to Harry's cock you looked down and noticed he was becoming hard.

"Hmmm, that was true. But what you gave me was so much better than candy. So when the urges got bad. I would remember how you felt and tasted in my mouth. I would also remember the promise you made that night of always having something to keep my mouth busy and that it was mine as long as I didn't pick up another cigarette. I mean those are some pretty good rewards for not smoking."

By the time you had gotten done speaking your hand was resting over Harry's cock and you began to grind it against him. You could feel Harry’s fingers as they dug into your back and you watched as he rested his head on the back of the couch and let out a long moan as he closed his eyes. Even as you slowly began to play the buttons on his jeans Harry kept his eyes closed. He didn't even say anything when you managed to open his jeans up and work your hand into them. If he hadn’t shifted into a more reclined position after you pulled his cock out, you would have thought he had fallen asleep.

Licking your hand you wrapped it around his cock and began to work it up and down. Even though Harry’s hand slipped to your ass he continued to keep his eyes closed as he let out sighs and moans that shot straight down your body. Smirring some precum over the tip of his cock you pulled your hand away as you spoke Harry’s name. When he finally opened his eyes you smiled as you shifted yourself into a different position.

“Eye’s open. I am sure you aren’t going to want to miss this.”

Wrapping your hand back around his cock you closed your own eyes as you finally wrapped your lips around him.

Almost instantly Harry was cussing out as he thrusted lightly into your mouth. Smiling around him you could feel Harry gathering your hair in his hands as he spoke.

“I forgot how great your mouth feels. So warm and wet.” You could feel Harry’s hands as they tightened in your hair when you began to move. “Y/n, please.”

You didn’t even need to know what Harry was asking because the whine in his voice already told you what he wanted. Taking your mouth off of him you began to move, causing Harry to let go of your hair. Slowly standing, so that you could get feeling back into your feet, you moved away from the couch and Harry. Looking back at him you smiled as you once again dropped down to your knees.

“Why Harry, are you wanting to fuck my mouth? Cause I thought that you were my reward for being good and not smoking?”

Standing quickly Harry made his way to you. Wrapping his hand around himself you watched as he pumped his hand over his cock a couple of times. Standing in front of you, you looked up at a smiling Harry while he gathered your hair in his hands.

“Trust me y/u, I will make it up to you. It’s just been so long and I didn’t have time to myself. So I know this is going to be over very quick. Like a high school boy getting some for the first time."

Chuckling, you began to run your hands up his legs.

"I guess it's very important to take that edge off."

Saying nothing more you relaxed your body and opened your mouth as Harry stepped closer. Feeling the tip of his cock against your tongue you couldn't help but dig your fingers into his legs as you moaned out. Pushing past your lips Harry wasted no time thrusting in and out of your mouth. The grip on your hair tightened as Harry began to groan loudly as he stuttered over broken words. To your surprise Harry hadn’t been lying when he said it wouldn't take him long because after what seemed like a couple of minutes you could hear Harry warning you.

"Close y/n, so damn close. Damn I wish I could last longer then some teenager but shit I can’t. God you feel so ama- SHIT.”

Opening your eyes you watched as Harry stepped back and bent in on himself as he came. Standing up you made your way to the bathroom and grabbed a handful of paper towels.

Walking back out you couldn’t help but giggle at Harry as he stood there, his cock out as he tried to contain the mess he had in his hand. Going up to him you handed him the towels. While he cleaned his mess up you smiled as you nodded down.

"Need a hand?"

Chuckling Harry lifted his hands slightly and pushed his hips out. After making sure he was presentable, the both of you gathered the garbage and headed towards the elevator to head downstairs. Once the elevator door shut Harry was pushing you into a corner and placing his face into your neck.

"You know you're not the only one with an oral fixation. I have been dying for you to sit on my face and fuck it."

#the flash #harry wells #harry wells x reader

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yuckydraws · 3 years

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A writing prompt, hmm? Why don't you try writing some fluff with horror sans? (he's one of your favorites right?) Maybe going on a picnic?

He very much is one of my faves<3 thanks for the prompt bro!!

Okay so this is mostly fluff but I threw the tiniest bit of angst in there, but it’s very mild (tbh I’m not sure I could even call it angst). Just to give it some plot;)

Also sorry for the awkward spacing I pasted this from Google docs and tumblr is being difficult >:(

(HT!Sans/reader)

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“Hey, how willing would you be to put on this blindfold and come with me?” You ask your skeleton boyfriend as you lounge on the couch, blindfold in hand.

“.... huh?” Sans blinks at you in confusion. He was on his way to sit on the couch when you spring the question on him. It stops him in his tracks, leaving him to stand awkwardly in the middle of the living room.

“I said, how willing are you to put on this blindfold and come with me?” You repeat yourself, holding up the blindfold excitedly. Yeah that might not be the best way to phrase it, but hey, you’ve made it this far - might as well commit. He stares at the offending object, squinting a bit with his one eyelight.

“... no.”

“C'mon, please?”

“no.”

“Please?”

“no.”

“Why not?” You pout and he gets a twinge of maroon on his cheekbones.

“... why do i need… to wear a blindfold?” He asks while averting his gaze from your pout. You take it in stride and instead shift your position on the couch to meet his gaze again, smiling up at him.

“Because it’s a surprise!”

“don’t like surprises…” Despite his words, it’s obvious you’re wearing him down.

“It’s a good surprise!”

Sans doesn’t look entirely convinced. You stand up and grab one of his large hands in both of your small ones (at least small compared to his), and give him a reassuring squeeze.

“I promise.” You both don’t use this word lightly.

Sans stares down at you.

You stare back.

“... ok.” He caves.

“Yay! Now lean down big guy, I need to be able to tie this.” He complies, staring at you until his sockets are eventually covered. You’re careful of the gaping hole in his skull and make sure not to tie it too tight - to avoid potentially irritating his dead socket. When you finish you take advantage of his close face and kiss him on the cheek, causing him to purr and lean into the kiss.

“Pfft- you dork! C’mon, you’re gonna love it!” You say as you pull away and grab his hand to start leading him out of the front door. He was wearing his slippers, so thankfully you didn’t have to awkwardly attempt to put shoes on him. You hold back a snort at the mental image of yourself sliding shoes onto his gargantuan feet like a princess. Though you are quickly sobered when you almost trip on a porch step, leaving you to focus on helping Sans down the porch steps and leading him to your shared vehicle.

You help him get situated in the seat. In hindsight, perhaps the blindfold could’ve waited until your huge skeleton boyfriend was already in the car? Ah well, guess you both could be scatterbrained sometimes.

You smile, amused, as you remember how you both had to buy this huge van just so Sans could sit comfortably.

It’s a struggle but he’s eventually in his seat, buckled and relaxed, while you start the van and back out of the driveway. As your drive begins you turn the radio on low - hoping to ease any nerves he may still have by giving him something to focus on, while not being loud enough to give him a headache. You glance at him, feeling a bit nervous.

You guys have been dating for about four years now, and you couldn’t be happier! After three years of dating (and Papyrus going off to medical school) you both bought a small little house in the outskirts of Ebott city, and the past year had been domestic bliss for the two of you. Of course, you’ve had your ups and downs, but overall Sans has been the sweetest boyfriend you’ve ever had. He may not be much of a conversationalist, but he makes up for that with his actions. That one game you had mentioned you wanted to play once? It was on your shared nightstand a few days later. That snack he knows you like? The house is always stocked with them. Having a bad day? He will not hesitate to draw you a nice bath, pamper you, and/or initiate cuddles and kisses.

No matter what, he always finds a way to express his love for you, and lately you’ve been feeling undeserving of this almost? No that’s not the right word. You just felt like you could be doing more. Because you, on the other hand, are amazing with your words. You enjoy watching his face turn that beautiful deep maroon and hearing his purrs stutter the more he’s flustered by your words. You love to see him relax in your arms as you give him words of affirmation and assurance on bad days. You remind him of your love for him everyday and you give him all the sweet nothings he could ever want, but acts of service has always been a struggle for you. Of course, Sans never seems bothered and he’s never given you the impression that he wants more from you, but you want to try because he absolutely deserves it.

You also may have found his little pocketbook full of notes he takes throughout the day full of notes about you, your jokes, your stories, and little things you had mentioned. Due to his unfortunate head injury, he wasn’t always the best at remembering certain little things. You knew he was working on getting better, but you never pressured him to tell you how - it seemed like he didn’t want to share. You honestly felt bad you had found the book and snooped, but seeing just how much he writes about you in the notes more than anything else was just too sweet. It almost made you cry. Almost.

Ah who are you kidding? You definitely teared up.

So, you planned a little surprise date, full of his favorite things combined. The outdoors, food, and you - a picnic by the lake a little bit away from your home. After the hell monsters went through underground, most of them have a deep appreciation for the sky and full bellies (or what would be akin to a belly for them). Sans is no different, so you were hoping he’d take a liking to it.

“... how long... will the surprise take?” The question surprised you a bit, not only because it pulled you out of your musings, but because he’s usually very patient. That is, until you take in his stiff posture and realize the issue. Dinnertime is soon and he doesn’t quite know when you both will be eating.

“Don’t worry hon, we’ll have food soon,” You feel okay letting that bit of the surprise known. Despite being on the surface for almost seven years, Sans tends to get very nervous when you guys don’t stick to a schedule with meals. No need to keep him anxious. Especially considering you were pulling into the clearing of the lakeside. “In fact, we’re here!”

You put the van in park and tell Sans to wait for a second. Hopping out, you walk to the back of the van and open the back doors to grab the picnic basket you had packed. Once you make your way closer to the lakeside you quickly lay out the picnic blanket as well as place a folded blanket nearby in case it got a bit chilly. You then set up the food for a cute presentation, leaving the last part of the surprise you had for Sans in the basket. Jogging back to the van, you open Sans’ door to see he had already unbuckled himself. Guess he’s a bit more excited for the surprise than he let on earlier.

“Come on big guy, you’ve waited long enough” You grab his hand, help him out of the van and start leading him to the blacket set up.

“Can you lean down again?” You ask when you get to it. He does so and you gently take off his blindfold, making sure the fabric doesn’t catch on his skull injury or the rough bone near his dead socket. Once it’s off you gesture dramatically to the blanket. “Ta da!”

Sans stands straight up again and blinks a bit, overlooking the blanket at first, expecting something more near his sightline. Following where you're gesturing however, his eyelight eventually lands on the picnic blanket below. He still looks a bit confused. You were prepared for this type of reaction, many human activities such as picnics can be completely foreign to monsters - same for some monster activities being completely foreign to humans. You guys have had your fair share of these moments where you both have had to do a bit of explaining.

“what…?” He looks at you for an answer.

“It’s called a picnic. You pack food, take it to a scenic area, lay down a blanket, sit down, and eat. It’s sort of considered a cheesy romantic date idea, but I like them and I thought you would too... in fact I should’ve thought to take you on one of these sooner in our relationship! I actually had this idea last month, but it was too cold… also, most of the time picnics are a lunchtime date, but I like them during the sunset. It’s been awhile since our last date, huh?” You look up at him after your question to see him looking at the blanket with his face slightly red.

“... yeah i guess it has.” He has a small smile on his face and he stares down at the food.

You remember him getting very flustered when you would give him or buy him food at the beginning of your relationship. Since it was a scarcity down below, being willing to share food had a deeper intimate meaning for monsters. It meant that you loved them enough to offer a lifeline - food - that they so desperately clung to in its rarity. He still gets a little flustered now, but he’s been exposed to food sharing and he’s even come to enjoy it as a normal gesture. Though he seems a bit flustered now? Maybe because of the romantic undertone? Hmmmm, or maybe it’s because-

Your stomach decided to make itself known, growling loudly. You laugh, but Sans gives you an anxious look of concern, leading you to say:

“Well come on! Let’s eat!”

You don’t have to tell him twice, you’re both quickly seated and indulging on the yummy food you had made earlier today.

Sans makes sure you eat a good few bites before he digs in. There was a lot of it because, unsurprisingly, your mate has quite the appetite. But he still likes to wait for you to eat first no matter how much food there is. You didn’t even notice when he did that at the beginning of your relationship and when you finally did question him, he just said it was polite to wait for your mate to eat first. He didn’t elaborate more than that. When you researched into the topic you found that when there was a significant appetite difference and on the off chance there was access to food, it was polite for those with the bigger appetites to wait for the ones with smaller appetites to eat a bit first. Then it went into monster rankings, common folk monsters, boss monsters, different magic levels, etc. to which you got confused and pretty much gave up on the issue with a simple “fine, keep your secrets then” to your computer screen. You figured if Sans thought it was important for you to know he would have told you.

You both quickly fall into your normal dinner routine of you talking Sans’ nonexistent ears off about anything and everything and him listening closely, chuckling at your jokes and stories. You ended up telling him a story from highschool about your babysitting experiences.

“- and I mean she was freaking out. I was too. We were both responsible for this kid we were babysitting and we lost him. It was also super stressful because we had taken the kid all over town doing fun stuff like going to the zoo, the park, getting lunch - this kid could be anywhere! So we both decided after searching all over the house that we would drive and retrace our steps, starting at the last place we were.” You were telling your story with animated hand gestures, and Sans follows the movements with his eyelight. The sun was setting at this point, all the food was eaten, and you both were just enjoying each other's company.

“So, we get in the car - still freaking out mind you - and I asked my friend ‘should we just call his mom?’ and before my friend could answer I heard a little voice say, ‘why would you call my mom?’ I whipped my head around to see the kid just chilling in his carseat. Turns out we just forgot to unbuckle him and he had fallen asleep during the car ride! We were flipping the house upside down trying to find him and we hadn’t even taken him inside!” Sans broke out laughing at your dumb story, leaving you to grin.

“Oh sure it’s funny in hindsight, but I about peed my pants when we thought we lost him! I was so scared, what was I gonna tell his mom? ‘Hey Lisa, um it’s going great! Uh just thought you should know, we can’t find your kid and we may have lost him?’” Sans couldn’t stop laughing. You egged him on.

“Oh yeah, and wanna know the worst part? The little shit was old enough and clever enough to figure out what happened and we had to bribe him with ice cream to keep him quiet.” Sans let out boisterous laughter and fell back so that he was laying on the ground. You couldn’t help but join in at that point. You didn’t particularly think the story was all that funny but when Sans laughs like this, it’s infectious.

After you both calm down a bit, you look at Sans to see him gazing at you lovingly. You love this content expression he makes, when his eyelight gets all fuzzy and dilated, it makes you feel so special and loved. It’s his expression reserved only for you (and maybe that stew you made last week, he seemed to be pretty taken with that as well).

“... thank you, for tonight.”

“Dawww you big softie! Of course! It was the least I could do for you, you always make sure I’m happy and content. I wanted to give you something like that.” He blushes, but he also furrows his brows a bit.

“you don’t need to feel… like you owe me more, i do it because… i love you.” Of course, you knew this, but hearing him say it? It had you tearing up a bit. He reaches for you and you lean into his embrace, leaving you both cuddling on the ground. You sniff a bit, trying to stop the crying before it really starts.

“I know, I’ve been trying to drill that into my head, but you deserved tonight and I’m glad I went through with this. It was fun! I might plan more dates in the future. In fact I think I’m pretty good at it!” You jokingly say with all the unearned confidence in the world. Sans chuckles and pulls you closer and despite your efforts, a few happy tears do fall, leaving him to make a concerned noise.

“you okay?” He asks, and you wave away his concern.

“I’m fine, I just love you too.”

“heh… now who’s the softie?” He gently teases, pointedly ignoring the fact that he’s blushing again.

“Pfft- I guess you’re right. Literally too, I’m the one with the flesh and skin!” He erupts into laughter again.

“Easy crowd tonight.” You joke, causing him to laugh harder and you chuckle with him.

Once he calms down, you both lay in comfortable silence, before you remember your last surprise. You shoot up into a sitting position, making Sans - who was resting his eyes comfortably - let out a surprised growl. You laugh at his reaction, reassuring him that everything is fine.

“I just have one more surprise that I thought would be fun.” You dig into the picnic basket, pulling out the surprise and grabbing that extra blanket. You lay back down with Sans and pull the blanket over you guys.

“I think it should be dark enough for this,” You hand him the surprise - a handheld telescope. “It’s not as nice as the big one you have at home, but it’s a lot easier and lighter to carry around, plue we don’t have to stand.”

Sans smiles at you.

“... do you want to learn some more… constellations?”

“Absolutely I do!”

He begins to show you the visible constellations, and you proceed to make him laugh with the made up stories for them that you swear are the true origin stories. Just relaxing and goofing off, it’s moments like these where you remember just how lucky you were to be with your gentle giant, Sans.

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