#i want thigh tattoos and thigh high socks

[aidankalenko]

me and my femme phase are just embodying a different part of my depression thank u

#the part of me that was so undesirable to others growing up #lol #tbf i mainly want to show off my tattoos and wear thigh high socks #and also the gender aspect of it being like #i can be whatever kind of woman i want to be you know? #like just bc i am a woman in the eyes of others it doesn't mean that i am scum #knowing that people treat women like scum lol #i mean internalized misogyny etc #so i can be femme knowing that it doesn't make me lesser lol #personal

[kthsbelle]

STRAWBERRY HAIRCLIP 🌸🍓

★ summary: female! reader finds a tattooed stranger asleep on her bed in the middle of her squishmellows at a house party.

★ pairing: college!eren jaeger x soft maths major fem!reader ♡

★ warnings + tags: 18+, college au, tattooed eren, softcore cute reader , eren w a snakebite piercing , thick thigh reader , poetry from eren, smut .

★ wordcount: 3,395

a/n: this is my first fic here ! i read a lot of eren au’s today and this idea suddenly came to mind ! i decided to share . please enjoy !

“ not again…” an exasperated sigh fell heavily from your lips like it weighed a thousand pounds . you were standing in front of your house , a small pile of books you had borrowed from the library squeezed against your chest as you looked at the fluorescent lights peaking out of the windows . the bass from inside your house reverberated throughout the neighborhood , and even from the outside , you could distinguish the faint sound of a pop song .

another college party .

your brother was a heavy partier , but you strongly disliked when he did those at home without even warning you first . you had a throbbing headache from having your nose in books all day , practicing for mid-terms . the last thing you needed were drunk college kids slurring around and music blaring in your ears .

rest , you needed rest .

options - doja cat ft JID

you pushed the front door to your house open and instantly wished you hadn’t . as if it was waiting for a chance to hit you , the sound of music rushed to you and assaulted your ears , making you wince back in surprise . “ im gonna kill this asshole,” you grumbled under your breath as you started pushing past the squeezing bodies that danced in the living room .

you stopped in the kitchen which seemed relatively empty , except for a flury of red hair moving between the fridge doors .

“ sasha ?” you called out over the music . the red-headed girl in question jumped in surprise , her head yanking up to smash directly against the frame of the fridge . the force of the action caused it to shake a little . she yelped out in pain . “ are you okay?” you quickly questioned with your hand slapped over your mouth to hold in a laugh .

“ im good , im good !” she quickly said as she stepped away from the fridge with a bottle of tostios’ spinach dip . “ you’re not here for the party , are you ?” she said , eyeing your outfit with an amused look on her face .

you obviously looked misplaced and you knew it . with your printed , pastel yellow high-waist pleated skirt , yellow oversized ‘ LEMON’ sweatshirt and knee high socks , you rather looked like you belonged browsing an empty aisle in a CD store or at barnes and nobles . – and honestly , you wish you were .

your style has always been the epitome of soft girl core , with small stickers adorning your cheeks and orange blush at the tip of your nose . your requirement was to look like a cute fairy nymph at all times .

you’ve been like this for as long as you could remember and before the trend gave it this name . your brother found it endearing , even though he’d mask it by poking fun at you . you didn’t care though , it gave you comfort .

“ where’s my idiot brother ?” you questioned . watching her prying open the bag of chips and scooping up some of the dip . a lot of it .

“ oh – he’s gone somewhere upstairs with katie “ she paused to swallow, “ you don’t wanna see him now…” she shook her head and you quickly caught on to her suggestion .

“ ew!” you grimaced . the last thing you wanted to think about was your brother…doing it .even though he was two years older and you were relatively close , one thing you didn’t want to know about was...this.

you shuddered softly and stepped forward to make way for the drunk couple that stumbled in with their mouth glued to each other in an intense make-out session . your mouth lifted in an annoyed expression while sasha shielded her face away like she had looked directly into the sun for too long , ‘ gross ! connie i dont wanna see this !’

you laughed softly at these two before deciding that your hunt for your brother was over . you just really wanted to sleep – as much as you could despite the music. “goodnight , sash ! and…connie ?” the last part came out like a question as the man seemed to be too preoccupied by the blonde he was kissing . you smiled at the waving sasha before making your way out again.

you inhaled again before diving back in the crowd , looking to reach the stairs that lead to your room . you got a few stares which you completely ignored , not wanting anything to do with drunk college boys . your eyes stayed focused ahead of you , giving the clear message that you weren’t here to have fun . you balanced the books against your chest as you went up the stairs and into the hallway . the sound of the music was considerably lower , but still bothersome . you walked past a few people making out in the hallway , your eyes focused on your white bedroom door at the end of the hall , holding your breath at the mere idea of finally finding solace – peace in your sanctuary . you lifted your knee to allow one arm to reach for the handle while the books took support against the other arm steadily . you twisted the doorknob and wasted no time to walk in your room , but what you saw nearly made you scream for help .

i was never there – the weeknd

in the middle of all your squishmellows , sprawled out , and in a seemingly deep sleep , laid a complete stranger . he wore black cargo pants , a white shirt and a black bomber . he slept comfortably on his back with a tattooed arm draped over his eyes , glossy lips slightly parted letting air through as his chest rose and fell softly . the shiny metal on his lip caught your attention , and you identified it as a snakebite piercing. the position had allowed his shirt to ride up his hips , the V lines showing a sinful path that curved and dipped down inside his Calvin boxers which were peaking out of his pants . the fairy lights above your headboard shone soft golden orbs on him , painting an ironic picture as he laid against your avocado-patterned comforter . you felt your throat closing , strangely aroused by the scene .

 you couldn’t stop the book avalanche even if you wanted to . the book on top slipped out of your grip , dragging down all the other ones with it and  they subsequently hit the ground with a loud thud . ‘

“shh ! shh !” you tried hushing the book as if they were alive as you knelt on the floor to pick them up . the sleeper immediately froze at the sound before he quickly sat up , his messy bun almost coming undone at the abruptness of his reaction. he stared at you through confused , tired eyes before realization hit him . “ oh shit !” he croaked out , voice deep from his tiredness as he sank on the floor to help you pick them up .

“ w-who are you ?” you questioned while looking down , feeling the tip of your ears go red . why are you even getting shy ? he’s the one in your room .

“ eren. “ the stranger you know as eren held out a small pile of books towards you . you didn’t look at him directly . “you ?”

you mumbled out your name.

his green eyes peeked at one of books he held and a thick eyebrow scrunched in confusion , “ differential …equations…?” the confusion was evident in his tone as his head tilted to decipher the picture on the book cover . a few strands of hair fell above his eyes .

“ applied mathematics major ,” you answered after having swallowed the ball of anxiety that had settled in your throat .

his emerald eyes widened in surprise before a small smirk lifted the corner of his lips , “ for real ? damn . “ you were used to this reaction . most people thought you studied theater or fashion because you always looked like you could be in a winx club live action .

“you ?” you asked back . quickly taking the books from him and dropping them on your lap , the impact causing your thick thighs to jiggle softly . eren did not seem to miss this action , his eyes lasting a minute longer on the sight before looking up at you . you subconsciously thought of the typical college fuckboy majors; business , or music...

“ literature.” it was your turn to show surprise , and the boy chuckled softly at your expression . you couldn’t help but notice how white his teeth were .

“ah…” was your answer . you wanted to slap yourself for losing your social skills for a minute , but you were just too tired to handle so many emotions and words at the same time .the boy only chuckled in response , his hand brushing back the bangs that only managed to fall over his eyes again . “you don’t seem convinced .”

miss you – oliver tree , robin schulz

“i’m not,” you answered honestly , a small smile of your own dancing on your lips , “ you look like you study…”

“ business ? music ?” he took the words right out of your mouth as he stood up , extending his hand down towards you . you were suddenly taken aback by how tall he was and how he seemed to command all the attention in the room . you blushed when you realized how close you were to his thigh and quickly grabbed onto his hand to stand up , except he pulled you up harder than you expected and you crashed against his chest . the smug look on his face told you he did it on purpose . your chin rested against his chest , slowly assessing the height difference between you two .

for a moment , his eyes seemed to have darkened into something more primal before they softened again , a smirk curling his lips upwards , “ and you didn’t strike me as a maths major either . “

you rolled your eyes , feeling slightly offended . you turned around and stepped out of his embrace towards your desk , suddenly feeling chilly. you knew it was your insecurities hitting at you – people always had a hard time believing you were smart and it pissed you off . however , you had long moved passed this – or so you thought . how did eren manage to set you off so easily ? it wasn’t even that bad .

he felt the cold air coming from you and raised his hand in defense , “ hey , hey . not saying there's anything wrong with that , you know ? i wouldn’t be able to half of what they do anyway, “ a small smile drew on your lips at his attempt to reprimand . “ plus,” he added as you arranged your books on your desk in no particular order to distract you from your wild pulse , “ its ‘cause you’re really cute . in a…forest pixie kind of way…”

love lost – mac miller , the temper trap

a small giggle broke from you , “makes sense . thanks. “ you answered , bending forward a bit to work your sneakers out of your feet while holding onto the table . the cold air hit the cheeks of your ass which was unknowingly protruding out of your skirt and you heard a sharp breath being drawn behind you .

when you turned around , eren almost looked like he wanted to pounce on you . you cleared your throat gently , feeling blood rush to your lower stomach like molten lava .

“ what do you do in literature anyway ? analyze Shakespeare’s attachment issues ?” this ripped a laugh out of eren . his laugh was even more attractive than his smile - it chimed pleasantly in your ear , sounding boyish but deep .

“ good point . but we did study him a lot .” 

you arched an eyebrow and smirked , “ what’s your favorite quote by him , then ?” you asked challengingly , not really expecting him to answer . you just wanted to mock how boys challenged you whenever you expressed interest in something unconventional . eren shrugged before lifting his eyes towards the ceiling in a small moment of contemplation.

“ love is not love which alters when it’s alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. it is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests, and is never shaken.” he finished the last part , teal eyes boring into your soul .” my favorite author is bell hooks , though.” he added with a small smile .

to say that you were taken aback was an understatement . the tattooed stranger that broke into your room just spoke the most meaningful words in the softest , yet firm tone you’ve heard. you wanted him to recite poems to you over and over.

the two of you stayed silent before you looked towards your bed and back at him . “ uhm…what are you doing in my room , anyway ?” you decided to address the elephant in the room which you should’ve obviously done a while ago .

“ oh , uh i was looking for a bed to crash and sober up and your room smelled good ... like strawberries .” he explained and looked at your bed and the array of squishmellows decorating it with a look that seemed endearing . “ not gonna lie , it’s the most comfortable sleep i’ve ever had .” he said and you smiled with pride knowing that you had invested a lot of money into making yourself the softest , most comfortable bed ever .

“ but , i can leave if you want...” his voiced trailed off as if hoping you would say no - which you did . “ i mean you can stay a while more...”

“ hell yeah ! “ he cheered and let himself fall back on the bed which allowed him to bounce back a few times before he grabbed one of your blue axolotl squishmallows and pressed it against his face . you laughed softly , oddly proud that someone loved your bed so much . your friends always loved staying in your room when they came over, but it’s the first time a stranger - who seemed so different from you expressed such content from being here .

you plopped down on the bed and brought your knees to your chest , looking up down at your hands while you chipped away at your pastel nail polish . eren pulled the plush down slowly , green eyes peeking over at you. “what ?” you asked feeling your face heat up uncontrollably. “ you’re cute. “ he simply said with a smirk before looking up at the ceiling . 

you bit your lip from stopping your smile from spreading too much . “you’re flattering me .” you replied as you looked down at your thighs which seemed to have been more exposed than you thought . the elastic at the hem of your thigh-highs sank slightly into your skin , squishing it out in a way that seemed more lewd than you intended . you quickly reached to pull your skirt down but ring-covered fingers pressed against your thigh , the cold metals sending chills down your spine as he blocked your action. 

“no.” he said in a semi-commanding tone . “ they look great.” you could see the intensity in his eyes as he looked at you and moved his hand away after letting it slide down a bit leaving a burning path from where he touched you .

your heart was beating inside your ears at this point and you needed a distraction . “where are your friends anyway... or girlfriend ?” you bit your lip .

white tee - summer walker

this was a bait to see if he had any girl in his life , which , why wouldn’t he ?

“they’re all drunk and annoying right now...and don’t have one” he answered the last part with a smirk on his lip as he looked at you teasingly , long and thick eyelashes that curled at the corner giving him a gracious aura . “ why ? wanted to know if position was empty? “ he asked in a teasing tone .

“ you’re such an ass!” you whined , pushing him with soft laugh to mask your embarrassment at the fact that you were, in fact , checking. eren chuckled and reached towards your face , pointing at one of the stickers adorning your eyes . you understood that he wanted it , so you pulled a little star and placed it against his hand .eren looked at it like it was the first time he’s even seen a sticker.

a small silence settled between you two as you played with your fingers . 

“ what about you ?” he suddenly asked after his silent contemplation . 

“ nope !” 

“damn...how ?” he asked , genuinely confused and you shrugged in response , “ they’re not business majors “ you replied teasingly which made him release another amused laugh . the vibration shocks throughout your body .

eren looked at you silently , bangs brushing agains his long lashes which clearly annoyed him . he tried swatting them away but it never worked . you giggled softly and motioned for him to come closer to you , “ come here,”  you told him as you removed one of the hairclips that held your ponytail . 

eren obediently scooted closer to you , resting his cheek against your thigh while his hand palmed at either sides of them . “ is that okay ?” he asked . to have the hottest boy you’ve seen resting on your lap ? 

YES , YES , YES , YES !!!

“ sure “ you answered and he simply closed his eyes with a content smirk on his lips . you were ready to combust as you reached down , brushing the soft strands of his dark hair away from his face and slicked it back into his messy bun before sliding the hairclip over it and securing it . you smiled as you looked at him . what a contrast it was - this edgy , tattooed man with a strawberry hair clip in his hair . he didn’t seem to care either . 

“i’d eat you out real good right now .” the words he let out almost made you choke on air. he opened his eyes looking back at you and he was dead serious.

the man let out a laugh at your expression before closing his eyes again , his lustful expression suddenly gone like it was never here . “ don’t worry , i won’t.”

you probably looked at him like he grew two heads . you didn’t say anything back , your stomach in knots. he was so hot , it hurt . would you really pass up an opportunity like this ? when the last time you even got laid ? this time by the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on .

“what if i want you to...?” you attempted back , voice coming out small but hopeful . 

suddenly the hands that were resting so softly against your thighs tightened their grip and eren smirked at he lifted his head . “good girl”  he praised

you gasped softly as he pushed your back to the bed , your cunt throbbing uncontrollably . he parted your legs and knelt between them , his erection pressing against your thigh . he felt so hard . you bit down your lip , feeling your wetness spill out . “ wanted to eat that pussy the second i saw you on that floor...” he admitted , his voice low and guttural . his fingers pulled your panties down and hooked your legs over his broad shoulders . his fingers separated your puffy folds , exposing your pussy completely to the cold air . you bit down your lip , letting out a needy whine causing your tiny hole to clench around nothing and eren nearly felt his mouth water . “shit...” he breathed before sticking his tongue out , letting fingers collect the saliva on them before rubbing them on your bare folds . you didn’t need any lubrification , but he just wanted his spit on you . he was convinced he’d never seen a pussy like this . he was about to dip his head down and eat you like a caveman when you stopped him mid-action. 

“eren ?” you asked , blushing beet red . he was confused but paused to listen , hoping you didn’t want him to stop already . “ c-can you tell me another poem ?” the man couldn’t help the smile on his face. “ you wanna be talked to while getting your pretty pussy eaten ?” he mused before nodding, “ of course, princess. “

he dipped down between your thighs , his hot tongue sliding down your folds .

“by my soul,”

his hands squeezed your thighs around his head even more , like he wanted be suffocated . you moaned out at the delicious contact of his tongue gliding down to your hole. 

“ i can neither eat”

his lips closed around your clit , his piercing brushing against it making your body jolt on the bed. “eren !”

“drink”

his lips sucked on one of your labia folds before releasing it. “fuck - eren !”

“nor sleep;”

he lifted his head and ran the flat of his tongue against your whole cunt before moving his head sideways to place kisses on your inner thighs , his warm breath fanning soothingly over your skin .

“nor– “ a finger dipped in your hole , slowly thrusting in and out. you screamed his name again, body shaking on the bed, “,what’s still worse , ” he placed another kiss against your pussy ,

“love any woman in the world but her.”

his head dipped down again, and this time, he wouldn’t stop eating you out. you felt pleasure ripple through your body in delicious waves as your eyes closed and you let yourself go . the last thing you saw between your thighs was his dark glossy hair and the strawberry hairclip that held his bangs together .

#belle’s writings 🎧! ♡ ✶ . ࣪ ׅ #eren jaeger #eren jaeger smut #eren yaeger #eren jaeger x reader #aot smut #attack on titan smut #levi ackerman #aot imagine #attack on titan imagine #eren jaeger imagine #college eren jaeger #eren x reader

[kooeater]

gun | JJK

Jungkook x f.reader

smut, fluff

warnings: mentions of guns, weed smoking, unprotected sex, oral (f receving) cowgirl, riding, nipple piercings, slight nipple play, fluffy cute end, slight coquette reader, dirty talk, switch jk + reader

"What the fuck is this?! why is there a gun on your nightstand?!" Jungkook never held a gun before, the one in his hand was slightly shaking from his nerves. Guns were scary as hell to him, one of the worst things to just have laying around in his opinion.

He doesn't really care if he looks like a bitch crying about a gun while his now soft cock is hanging out. Finding a gun on his coworker's nightstand after sex wasn't on his to do list but he can write it down and cross it out now.

"For protection? What else would I have a gun silly." the way you're giggling as you take a hit from your joint with no care in the world kind of scares him.

"Well, if you're going to have a gun shouldn't you get lessons for it first? Just common sense of course." he says before he puts on his grey sweatpants that just shows he wants to fuck again which is great because so do you.

"Baby, I know how to use a gun." you roll your eyes as you look in the mirror, you looked so hot.

The joint in your hand, white panties with a cute lace bow in the front, boobs just hanging out freely, your lacy socks and pink ribbon bows in your hair. You can totally get why a hot babe like Jungkook would beg to hit.

(Jungkook was your boss, the owner and best tattoo artist of the most famous tattoo shop in the city. He knew you in high school for a bit until he dropped out to work on his business. Luckily for him business is going so fucking great. He hired you as the shop's main piercer since you defiantly had a good talent with the needle. You had all your tattoos done by Jungkook and he had all his piercings done by you, you two trust each other like that. Oh, and also, you two fuck. )

It wasn't long until you found yourself on your bed again, legs wide open as his head is in between your thighs. You weren't a big squirting girl, however Jungkook goes insane with that mouth and 2 fingers motion. His mouth sucking on your pink pearly clit as 2 of his tattooed fingers slide in and out of your tight hole had your thighs shaking, your liquid slicking down his fingers and chin.

"Fuck Koo ~ so fucking good yes, don't stop I'm going to cum all over your pretty face." your moans were like angels singing in his ears.

He was eating you out like he hasn't ate anything in ages, your pussy had so much impact on that man it's insane. Your pussy wasn't the only thing he was obsessed with, you in general. The way he's eating your pussy is the way he wants to eat you whole. His fingers slam into you hard and fast, they start to hit this sweet spot inside of you making you let out this moan you never even heard yourself let out.

"You gonna squirt on my face and fingers baby? Go ahead, make a mess on my face." his words were so sexy, and he really wanted you to squirt all over his face. He never had a girl squirt before, he wanted you to be the first and only.

It wasn't long until you found yourself screaming and pulling on his hair, his tongue deep inside your gummy like walls, thighs wrapped around his head as you push his nose closer to rub on your clit for that push to your climax.

You squirted all over his face just like he wanted you to. The slurping sounds that were coming from him drove you insane. He wants you so bad he's going as far as drinking up every liquid you release.

Before Jungkook can say anything, you hop on his lap, so his semi hard member is rubbing against your upper inner thigh.

"Let me ride it until I cream." is all you say before sinking down on his long thick length.

You raise your hips up and down his cock both you and him let out sounds of pure pleasure. Jungkook looks down at the base of his cock and rams upward into you a bit as he can see a ring of your cream around him. Before you can say anything about how good you're making him feel, you start to move up and down on his cock like you were at a rodeo.

" 's feels so fucking good. No one makes this pussy as messy as your cock does." moaning out loud with no care in the world you were.

His tattooed hands reach for your ass, squeezing them as you got on your tippy toes and started going back and forth on his member. Your ass makes contact with his thighs as you eagerly hop up and down and side by side. The energy you got when he was inside you was unmatched, not even energy drinks can have that impact on you.

"Fucking hell, yeah ride it just like that baby" his whimpers and moans send vibrations straight to your clit that was rubbing up and down on his lower abdomen.

His tip was going insane inside of you, unforgivingly abusing your g spot so good you feel like you're about to let out the loudest scream known to mankind. Your boobs were also so huge and squishy you weren't surprised when Jungkook started to grope them like stress balls. He played with your tits and that didn't faze the speed of your riding until that little shit decided to wrap his lips around your pierced nipples, humming on the piercing bars so they can vibrate while his lips sucked around them.

" 'm going to cum Jungkook I'm going to cum!" that was always his favorite line that would come out of your mouth.

The way your gummy like walls squeeze around his quivering member told him everything he needed to know. Jungkook quickly started to thrust up inside of you, making sure that your tight walls feel every vein and ridge of his cock going up and down them. The pleasure was too much that your body goes kind of limp, your hands going to grip on his shoulders as he fucks up into you like you're his last fuck.

"Cum all over this cock baby, I'll fill you up with my kids' baby hm? You'll like that won't you?" his cocky taunting voice did nothing but help bring yourself to your climax. You chanted little "yeses" as you creamed all around his cock, His head tilted back as he shot his cum deep inside your womb.

Both yours and his climaxes got so intense not one word was spoken for a good 3 minutes. You lay on his body, your body slightly jerking up and down as his chest moves from his deep breaths.

While you were drifting to sleep on his body, Jungkook kept thinking about his future. He saw a new big, nice house he'd buy from his tattoo shop that is so famous at the moment, he saw a mini-Jeon coloring in his tattoos as he tries to take a nap after a long day at work. He saw a woman, at first, he thought it was his mother but no, it was you. You were a part of his future; you were smiling happily at the sight of your son and your husband cuddling together. You would come home early from piercing shifts at the shop to surprise your son from daycare, then take him out early so he can go see daddy at work. He smiled at the visions he had and opened his eyes to you staring at him with tired eyes.

"What were you thinking about? Come on tell me tell me tell me!" you pinch his cheeks, fully aware how annoying you were being.

"Thinking of you, of us. I'm going to marry you, you know? We're going to have a son together and a beautiful big house." he looks at how you smile at his words, making him smile as well. "We're going to be in the deepest of love, I promise."

"Well, Jungkook, first you should ask me on a date. Maybe we'll move in together, expand the shop, then we can get married, and you can get me pregnant if you haven't already. Sounds fun honestly."

the more that you think about it, the more you want it to happen.

"Looks like we'll have to get rid of this gun then. Since you know, can't be safe around our future son." he chuckles out as he holds you close, pointing at your nightstand where the gun was at.

"Of course, Why would I need a gun for protection if I'm going to have you in my life forever?"

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an: hii guys omg I worked hard on this fic don't let it flop lmao. I hope you guys enjoy this and YES this is inspired by the song "gun" by Doja cat pls the song is so so good make sure to listen to it !! Like and follow if u feel like it 🤍🎀

- belle 🌸

[hearts4chriss]

Teachers pet.

CollegeProfessor!Matt x CollegeStudent! black fem!

Prompt: in which you have a crush on ur teacher, yet he has a thing for you no matter how wrong it was, and he notices your little movements in class to get his attention, one day it pushes him over the edge and he teaches you a lesson for it, not with a bad grade

“I know I’m young but, my mind is well beyond my years”. - teachers pet by Melanie Martinez

Contains: teasing, loads of suggestive touching, neck sucking, spanking, desk sex!, backshots, m!oral receiving, degrading, dumification, f!oral receiving, mentions of Matt having a huge cock, overstimulation, pet names, HELLA dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, kissing, mentions of reader w fat ass, fantazing like this. HEAVYYY AFTERCARE

a/n: this one’s dirty as hell😭😭

Fuck.

I was in class sitting next to one of my friends trying my very hardest to focus on this lecture of business and finance 2, my teacher Matthew Sturniolo.

He made basically impossible, the all black pants with his sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone. And fuck those tattoos.

The way Matt’s rings would sit on his fingers, I’d desire for them to be on me and inside me.

He was undeniably attractive, and he knows that he is, he’s well aware of the affect he has on me, the same smirk he’d give me as he glanced around the class making sure we payed attention, whenever I was working and he’d whisper “you need any help, sweetheart?” His hot breath on my ear making my thighs close together.

Today was one of those days, I wanted to mess with him as I was well aware of what I could potentially make the 25 year old man feel.

I was in my dorm room with my roommate Anna @worldlxvlys as we were getting ready to head out to class.

I buttoned up my short sleeve white shirt with the red and navy plaid skirt just barely covering my ass as the thin pink material hugged my curves.

I slipped on my thigh length white socks with these stupid dress shoes putting my boho braids in a high ponytail.

I applied my lip gloss and soon enough I was ready to go just waiting for Anna.

“Girl let’s goooo”. I chuckled ushering her to the door and she rolled her eyes following suit.

“Let me guess you have Professor Sturniolo first period”. She nudged me playfully and I nodded

“Duh! That’s why I’m rushing you, so I can see that man”. I bite my finger mimicking a blowjob motion with my hands and she gasped slapping my shoulder as we walked up to the main hall.

Ur actually insane for that. She shook her head at me and I disagreed.

Soon after our chatters I made my way into my class.

The second she walked in I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift to her thighs, the way the thin white stockings cover her brown skin makes my pants tighten.

when she gave me that small smile, her lipgloss coating over her plump lips made me die to feel what they’d feel like on my cock.

When she turned to go to her desk, she bent down grabbing binder. Her skirt rose up making my cheeks turn a cherry shade as the thin pink material hugged the curves of her ass. I tried my hardest not to stare because she’s my student.

Of course she’s 8 minutes early.

I leaned back in my chair tilting my head back letting my mind wander.

oh fuck- you feel so good baby. I moaned as I thrusted deep inside her cunt, her legs shook against my desk as her nails clawed the front begging to cum for a 3rd time.

Please please- mm- let me cum I’ll be such a good girl I promise- she babbles as I lay a harsh smack on her ass and she jolts back against me.

should’ve thought about that before teasing me with that slutty skirt- I gripped her shoulder tightly thrusting harsher and quicker as he jaw dropped only producing whimpers and squeaks

I was stroking myself under the desk as low grunts flowed out my mouth just imagining this scenario.

She’s always do this shit on purpose. She never wore skirts this short unless I was teaching her that day.

Did she think I was clueless?

I’d been waiting for the right moment to bend her over and fuck the shit out of her, teach her her a lesson

The way she’d bite her lip at me as I was trying to teach, it all made sense she wanted to drive me crazy.

I threw my head back against my chair, completely forgetting she was in my class.

“Mr.Sturniolo are you- oh-“ my eyes widen when I turn around meeting him seeing his hand below the desk his cheeks turning a pink shade”

“Fuck just- shit I’m sorry sweetheart I can’t help myself around you-“ he mumbled groaning as his gaze met mine,- a wetness forming between my thighs.

“do you need my help?” I ask, realizing what I said I quickly turned my back and Matt let out a small laugh.

“I do actually, be a good girl for me and suck my cock yeah?” He smirks initiating for me to come over with 2 fingers and my throat tightens as I made my way to his desk.

I approach the side as he slides his chair out being met with his hand around his dick. Which was big.

hell the thickness of it was enough to make me squeeze my thighs together as well as the red tip along with the length. How was that supposed to fit in my mouth?

“What are you waiting for? Been dying to feel those lips on me all fucking semester”. Matt admits biting his bottom lip as I crawl on my hands and knees positing myself in front grabbing the base as he groans tilting his head back

I have his tip a few kitten licks making his hand gravitate towards my hair, the cool rings on my scalp before I started bobbing my head up and down.

“ah shit- feels so fucking good-“. He moaned watching me look so submissive below him, the sight of him alone in all black moaning my name turned me on so much more than It should’ve, and sucking him off was like a dream come true.

“Mmm fuck- ur such a good girl, helping ur professor out yeah?”. Matt shuddered pulling my braids slightly tighter and I nod as best I could before quickly resuming my actions, I had to make him cum in under 8 minutes.

“atta girl, keep going- gonna cum just watching you like this- sucking my cock like a little slut-“. His eyes flutter shut as I lick stripes up his dick, the veins on my tongue felt euphoric as well as hearing him sound like this just from me

“atta girl”, another thing he’d always call me, I wasn’t slow? No way he didn’t have maybe..have a thing for me. His student.

there was absolutely no doubt that I was a teachers pet. There was no other teacher I’d do this for, I’m not even failing his class I have an A-.

I felt him twitch in my throat, occasionally thrusting his hips tugging my hair.

“can i- fuck- fill ur pretty mouth up sweetheart?”. Matt pleads, almost as if the way he’s asking he wants to cum in my throat.

I tapped his thigh signaling he could and with that he came down my throat as I swallowed licking the excess from his dick.

“Was that okay Mr-“ I start off, slightly nervous because all I wanted was to make him feel good resulting in him laughing slightly.

“More than okay, you can call me Matt when I’m not teaching”. He gives me that signature sly smile that drives me up a wall helping me up as he fixed his pants and I began walking back to my seat.

As I watched her walk back, realizing how unbelievably sexy she looked in the skirt, a question filled my mind, biting lip watching her walk away.

“are you gonna behave today?” I said putting my belt back on, smirking slightly to see if she knew what I was talking about.

“What? I always behave”. I sit at my desk tilting my head to the side acting like a clueless puppy and he walks up placing his ringed hands on my desk staring down at me.

“If you consider wearing a skirt that short purposely bending over in front of me and giving me fuck me eyes, is behaving, I think your wrong honey”. He chuckles and my eyes widen as I bite my tongue. That’s was everything I was doing.

“So, if you don’t behave in class today, I might have to teach you a lesson sweetheart, you wouldn’t want that would you?”. His eyes pouring in my soul were captivating, almost immediately when those words left his lips I crossed my legs.

He tapped my shoulder going back to his desk and everyone started filing in the class and I let out a deep breath.

Nia @nicksmainbitch sat next to me and Scoots closer to me.

“Girl what’s tea, what happened?” She sat next to me and I side eyed Matt then opening my mouth showing her my throat and she gasped.

“NO F-“ she yelled before I shushed her seeing how he looked in my direction giving me a small wink making my stomach flutter.

“Ooo y’all nasty, I knew he liked you! Since the first fucking day, he’s been eyefucking you”. Nia whispered the last bit to me and tilted my head.

“Wait wait, how do you know? Tell me!”. I poke her teasingly and she laughs.

“Okay sooo….

August 31st Los Angeles California,

University of Southern California

somehow me and Nia applied for the same school and both got in and majored together in business so here we were roommates and in the same class.

I was pretty focused on my studies, hell I even got offered to Harvard and other ivy leagues guy USC seemed about right for me.

I walked into class immediately meeting eyes with my professor. Matthew Sturniolo.

the following week

I walked in class sitting next to y/n, the one thing I saw this past week was how he looked at her, the way he’d always make sure she was okay, the way he’d constantly pass her desk giving her a smile. No way he didn’t like her….

FASTFORWARD SECOND SEMESTER PRESENT

“Anddd yeah that’s basically what I noticed just within the first week”. She started before Matt let out an obnoxious cough.

“Do I need to separate you two?”. He said leaning on his desk speaking in his normal voice.

I bit my lip making eye contact with him watching his eyes widen.

“No Mr.Sturniolo I’ll stop talking”. I say slowly and nia taps my thigh and I let out a soft giggle looking up seeing Matt’s jaw clench I quickly remembered my punishment Id receive, but was that gonna stop me? Fuck no.

The majority of class consisted of me teasing him, purposely fixing my button down so my tits we’re practically falling out, dropping my pencil so I’d have to bend down, my ass poking out in front of him.

All of this justtt to push him over the edge.

If only I knew what I was in for.

Just as I was about to leave the class being I was the last one he pulled my arm closing the door and locking it.

“Where do you think you’re going?”. Matt tilts his head backing me against the wall the heat between my legs growing.

“You think I couldn’t see what you were doing sweetheart?”. His finger on my chin my eyes meeting his feeling my panties dampen.

“You have no idea what I’m about to do to you…” he smirks gripping my thighs wrapping them around his waist slamming me on his desk making me gasp when his lips come in contact with my neck.

“Matt..”. I sigh deeply tilting my head back as he continues sucking harshly on the soft skin closing my thighs.

Matt let’s put a chuckle as he marked me up, his stubble burning into my skin, the desire in my body growing the more he touched me. Wondering what he would do to me.

“Take this off for me”. He tugs on my shirt and I nodded un doing the buttons, watching how his breath would hitch, revealing my pink lacy bra matching with the panties I had on.

“God- you look so sexy in this”. Matt mumbles his hands groping my tits making me let out a soft moan as he pulled away and I whined before he slapped my thigh and I gasped watching him go down on his knees.

My heart beat picked up as he slid my skirt off and panties revealing my bare pussy directly in his face.

“Ur so fucking wet, did i do this to you sweetheart?” He smirks running two fingers through my folds making me whimper and my lips part slightly.

“I suggest you open that pretty mouth and answer me, because I have all day to fuck the attitude outta you”. He speaks somehow still dominate as he’s on his knees and my stomach flips at his filthy words.

“Yes- you did- it was you” I squirm impatiently and he chuckles.

“that’s more like it”. Matt said lowly before looking me in the eyes licking a stripe up my wetness making me moan out softly squeezing my eyes shut

“such a pretty pussy, can’t wait to see the mess you make”. His hot breath on my core sends vibrations through me as his lips attach make an obnoxious suction noise making me squeal and tug on his hair.

“O-oh god-“ my breathing picks up as I begin to moan without a pause as Matt’s tongue flicks at an inhumane pace, his nose grazing my bud and his stubble against my thighs.

His hands grip my thighs pulling me more onto his face and I shriek gripping Matt’s hair tighter only fueling his ego and desire to go quicker

I was in such a euphoric state, hearing his mouth mix with my wetness, I had lost it when he shook his head in my pussy, he was good

“fuck- oh my god-“. I shudder my chest heaving as I watch him feeling my eyes blur at the pace of Matt’s tongue, not wasting a second or a drop of my arousal as he became pussydrunk off of me.

“Mmm you taste so good..”. Matt’s warm breath against my dripping cunt leaving small kisses making me squeal from the pleasure, not removing his head from between my thighs once.

The sound of her moaning my name above me as I held onto her thighs keeping her upright. She tasted so good almost as if I was meant to do this to her. The way she would squirm in my grasp every time my nose brushed against her clit which was often because I couldn’t get enough of her. Her pussy was perfect and every wrong thought of the student-teacher was completely gone.

I’ve been waiting for this moment for months. My own fucking student whose thighs I was now buried in between.

“shit Matt-“. My eyes flutter shut letting him take over my body my hips occasionally shooting up before Matt pulls them back down holding me in place.

“yes- oh shittt im s-so close”. I moan loudly pulling on his hair tightly feeling my the pit in my stomach become hotter.

“yeah? I want all on my tongue baby, give it to me”. He speaks quickly before resuming thrusting his tongue in and out of me.

“Fuck! I’m c-cumming”. I squeal feeling my body loose control as I squirted all on his tongue and around his mouth as it dripped down his chin.

He laps up every last drop making sure not to waste any.

“Tired already?” He chuckles standing up beginning to unbuckle his belt again and that grabs my attention.

“Wait-what are you doing?” I gasp watching his pants drop followed by his boxers, his hard cock with that similar red tip from earlier, spring out hitting his stomach.

“Oh sweetheart you didn’t think I would keep you back and not fuck you?”. Matt smirks bending me over the desk, his hand holding my head sideways as I shriek and the sudden contact of the cool glass of his desk.

I feel his cool rings come in contact harshly with my ass leaving a stinging feeling along the soft skin.

“Just couldn’t behave today could you, hm?”. He taunts repeating the same action making me jolt, pushing against his cock.

“No? Looks like I’ll have to fuck some sense into you yeah?” Matt smacks my ass again slightly harder me squeal.

“Probably like this don’t you, getting treated like a whore by ur professor. Doesn’t it turn you on?” He grabs my neck making my throat tighten and i whimper at his words.

“That’s not a response sweetheart”. Matt shook his head chuckling whilst keeping that firm grip on my neck.

“I-f-fuck it turns me on-“. I choke out and he releases his grip to run his tip in between my folds, the sticky sound from my previous orgasm and his pre cum mixing caused him to groan out of pleasure.

“Fuck, can’t wait to fuck ur pussy loose”. Matt mumbles before sliding into me halfway and my legs already feel weak, the stretch of him was indescribable.

“I’m only halfway pretty girl, you gotta take all of me I know you can”. He presses a soft kiss to my back before pushing all the way bottoming out.

“matt-fuck p-please-“. I stutter on my words as he’s practically balls deep inside me.

“Please what? Use ur words baby”. He massages my hip.

“Fuck me”. I turn back to look at him, my bottom lip tucked between my teeth was more than enough for him to start moving, not letting me adjust to his large size.

Matt didn’t start off slow, he went right to hard rough thrusts causing his hips to connect with my ass roughly making all sorts of noises come out, hardly any words were formable.

“God you feel so good..been waiting for this”. Matt lets out a deep moan as his hands hold my hips forcing me to take all of him, his tip brushing my g spot making my legs shake and I scream each time.

“Mmph f-fuck..”. I cry out, babbling as he fucks me senseless becoming drunk on his cock.

“Can’t even get a word out? God ur such a slut”. His hands dig into my ass making me squeal gripping the edge of the desk.

Matt’s pace was like he didn’t plan on stopping, he wanted me to feel every thick inch of him, and that this was something I’d never forget.

“Can’t wait to see you full of my cum, gonna fill you up so good”. He grunts gripping my shoulder to snap his hips quicker and my jaw hangs open the only thing coming from are squeals, heavy breaths and moans of his name.

“shit shit- feels s-so good”. I squeak out just above a whisper, the way he was fucking me there was no way I’d be able to walk the next day.

Matt’s deep grunts and moans made my pussy clench around him, fuck I could probably cum in the next minute.

“Fuckk- I love this pussy so fuckin much-“. Matt shudders at the feeling of my walls closing in on his large cock, the pace and pleasure were enough to make me feel like this.

“Please please”. I babble out like a helpless puppy and he chuckles slowing his thrusts and I whine.

“Fuck-no please Matt I-i need to cum”. I whine impatiently and he slaps my ass and I jolt back again feeling the head of his dick abuse my g spot

“you sure? Didn’t seem that way in class”. He chuckles his pace more slow and deep still knocking the wind out of my lunges.

“No! I’m sorry i-I’ll be a good girl I promise just please let cum”. I beg and he rubs my side gently.

I let out a deep sigh to myself, I mean how awful would I be if I didn’t let my favourite student have an orgasm.

“Mm much better”. He mumbles resuming his pace and my head falls forward my stomach tightening again as I feel that knot begin to burst.

“Oh fuck! Yes yes I-I’m cumming-“. I squirm feeling a hot liquid trickle down his cock but yet, he doesn’t stop pounding inside me and I reach back to push his hand away but he grabs both of them placing them behind me.

“M-Matt too much I-I’m sensitive!”. I cry out and he shakes his head with a cocky grin slapping my ass harder than normal.

“Should’ve thought about that before misbehaving huh sweetheart”. Matt mocked me thrusts harshly as my cum coated his cock making a mess on his lower stomach and my ass.

Matt continued his harsh movements as I felt his dick twitch inside me.

“fuck I’m gonna cum inside you yeah? Fill you up with my mmph babies”. He groans not letting up on his pace as I already feel an orgasm approaching me again.

Tears roll down my face from overstimulation as I’m about to cum for a 3rd time today.

“O-oh god Matt-please cum inside me-“. I babble on my words feeling a bit of drool on the corner of my mouth begging him to fill me up with his cum.

“atta girl, cum for me sweetheart, I know you got one more in you”. He pants reaching down to rub my clit, feeling his fingers graze my overstimulated bud and I squeal at the pressure of his fingers.

“f-fuck!”. I scream curling my toes as I felt like I was going to pee but i began squirting all over his cock and lower stomach, Matt thrusted slowly before filling me full of his warm thick liquid.

Matt rested his head on my shoulder stuffing me full of his cum and catching our breath.

He slowly slid out of me. I winced at the loss of him, being he was quite large.

“Fuck-you look so hot like this”. Matt bit his lower lip, his voice raspy and tired as he looked at my abused hole, full of his and my cum leaking out dropping on the floor.

Matt noticed I hadn’t said a word, and my legs shook slightly from the pleasure and whimpers and pants left my mouth as I look like a rag doll, sheen layer of sweat covered my body.

“hey, baby you okay?”. Matt rubbed my shoulder waging for an answer.

“Yeah just- really tired”. I pant and he grabs my waist sitting me on his lap.

“I know, I wore ur ass out didn’t I”. He lets out a breathy chuckle and I slap his chest rolling my eyes.

1 month later

Ever since me and my teacher Matthew sturniolo had sex, we never stopped.

Literally never stopped.

“come on hurry up I have 10 minutes!” He pulls me into his office quickly beginning to unbuckle his belt

and the time after that…

“fuck fuck fuck!”. I threw my head back as he gripped my ass tightly rocking me on his cock as I rode him in his chair

“God you feel so fucking good on top of me sweetheart..”. Matt mumbles into my neck slapping my ass, his cool rings felt electric on my body

Shit I even started sleeping at his house on the weekends.

“morning gorgeous”. Matt yawns pulling me into his grasp again and I giggle pulling him into a kiss.

I was sleeping with, My professor, Mr. Sturniolo,

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All I Really Want Is You

older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader chap five/ten - a slow burn series of blurbs - updated every wednesday

Whiskey & Cigars

summary: Trying to keep your promise to thank Steve for fixing your sink, you aren’t expecting him to have company when you show up at his front gate after work.

wc: 5k

warnings: 18+ series for future chapters but none really for this one. Drinking, cigar smoking, flirting and wait.. is that an almost kiss?? 🤭

authors note: the idea of this chapter is what sparked the entire series, i’ve been so excited to write this one and share it with you. I hope you guys love it, we’re half way through so you know what that means? (things actually start happening lol) But Leighanne, I want to date this older!eddie too! Guess what? You can in @carolmunson ‘s orange colored sky 🧡

🌇 <- chapter four ->chapter six

The Masterlist / The Playlist / The tune:

The box of tacos is warm in your hands, the package of cannoli’s you snagged on your way home from work moving around in your backpack as you step off the train. You take a shaky breath as you make your way towards your block, your feet taking you to his house. The nerves of him not expecting you has you talking yourself off the ledge the entire walk. Does he really like fish tacos? Was he just trying to be nice? What if he’s busy? What if he’s not even home?

Your overthinking is silenced the moment you hit your street, the string lights of his front porch catch in your sight, while the sounds of Eddie Money echo down the steps filling the quiet and hitting your ears. He was home, but he wasn’t alone.

You slow your pace when you get close enough to smell the smoke of his cigar, and hear the deep baritone of his full belly laugh. Another voice chimes in, it’s raspier, darker, and definitely not a woman’s. The unruly pang of jealousy that hits your gut subsides when you reach your apartment and he finally comes into view. 

His hair is messier than you’ve ever seen it, the gray and honey highlights sticking out at the ends like he’s spent the whole night running those big hands through it. His cheeks are flushed with what looks like the end of a fun day with friends, a half smoked cigar tucked between his teeth that show themselves in a wide grin for the man sitting on his porch steps next to him. 

He leans on the top step by his elbows,your thighs pressing together when the silver chain that’s usually hidden under his shirt swings over the soft blue tee that fits tight across chest when he laughs again. His cream jeans are loose fitting, stretching at his thighs with dark gray house slippers on his feet.

The guy next to him is not who you’d expect to find, he looks around the same age, gray streaks shining under the porch light in the dark curls that rest tied back in a loose low hanging bun. His chocolate eyes shine with excitement while ring and tattoo covered hands gesture wildly with his story, the ash at the end of his cigar is dangerously close to falling onto the wood of the porch. 

Steve picks up the ashtray between the two glasses of a dark liquor like it’s second nature, lifting it up for his friend, making you notice the silver chain that dangles around his wrist when he takes the offering. He’s dressed in all black, a contrast to the light colors of Steve’s wardrobe with a pressed Judas Priest band tee that sits half tucked into the tops of his Chino shorts that fall right above his knee. Black socks and black slides covering his feet. 

Bandit’s the first to notice you from his spot on the giant rug by the front door when you reach the gate. His ears perk as he sits up, paws dropping one after the other in excitement. A high pitch whine escapes him, catching Steve’s attention. Steve plucks the cigar from his mouth, looking at Bandit before finally following the dog’s line of sight to you. There was no getting out of this now.

You feel like you won some kind of prize at the size of Steve’s smile, lopsided with rosy cheeks pushed up and eyes crinkling in the corners. He sets his cigar down, ignoring the confused look his friend is giving him before sitting up, running a hand through his hair making it stand on end even more.

“She’s alive!” He does his best impression of Dr. Frankenstein sticking his arms out in front of him and you see the man next to him grimace before taking a puff and turning his attention on to you. Curious dark eyes watch Steve and Bandit go to meet you at the gate. 

“Yes, I somehow survived.” You can’t help but giggle, making the man on the porch shoot his eyebrows up. All the nerve you worked up on the way here is gone when your neighbor gets close enough for you to see the stubble you like so much is back. 

“I hope the Au Cheval burger helped with that,” he breaths with a smirk, his eyes landing on the to go box that’s threatening to succumb to the iron grip in your hand. “Is that what I think it is?”

Too caught up in how his eyes seem to light up when he asks, it takes you a minute to register that he’s talking about the fish tacos in your hand. 

“Oh!! - Sorry - Yes, I didn’t know you had company tonight. I have cannolis in my bag too, I don’t wanna interrupt anything - I can, I can just leave them with you.” Bandit jumps onto the gate while you stutter your words, suddenly feeling sixteen again. The heat of his friend's stare makes you shuffle around in place. 

Steve opens his mouth ready to protest but he’s interrupted before he gets a chance to say anything. 

“Harrington! You gonna invite the pretty girl up for a drink or what?”

The heat rises to your cheeks as you busy yourself with scratching Bandit behind the ear with a free hand. Steve lets out a breath through his nose before pinching the bridge of it. His ears turning red like the cherries on the ends of the cannoli’s in your bag.

“Sorry about my friend.” He takes another beat before he looks up, his eyes smoldering against yours, hope hidden inside the golden specks. “I was going to actually ask you if you’d like to come up for a drink, I promise he’s harmless. He met his wife shopping at Trader Joe’s.” 

You can’t hold back your laugh, not used to seeing this playful side of him- the sipper on his porch loosening up his nerves. His grin spreads wide at your reaction, and he’s opening the gate before you can even respond because he already knows the answer.

“I happen to love Trader Joe’s, Steve.” Narrowing your eyes at him as you make your way in. He takes the opportunity to grab the to-go box from your hands just in time for you to accept Bandit’s big paws.

“Bandit!” He hisses, stealing your move with a roll of his eyes at his rambunctious dog, closing the gate while you keep him distracted. “I’m more of a Whole Foods guy myself.”

“Of course you are,” you scoff with a condescending laugh, desperately trying not to meet the eyes of the man who’s been watching you this whole time.

“What? I like having a beer when I shop. Does that make me an asshole or something?” He tries to defend himself but he only validates you more and he knows it  by the way you smirk at him.

He tries to act offended and not think about how cute it is that you haven’t stopped petting Bandit the whole walk to his front steps.

“Yes, it does make you an asshole.” The raspy voice from before interjects and you can’t hide from his curiosity when you both stop at his feet. A warm smile meets your eyes when you finally look at him, a puff of smoke exhaling through his pierced nose.

Steve’s eye roll is real this time.

“This is Eddie,” he sighs, introducing you to the mystery man, “We’ve been friends since high school, and he’s just jealous he moved to New York where you can’t shop and drink at the same time.”

Your cheeks push up at his banter, all the color in his face seems brighter tonight, his shoulders are relaxed. No longer constricted by a tight work shirt, or weighed down by loneliness - Steve is happy.

“Best friends since high school,” Eddie corrects him, setting his cigar down before opening his hands out for Bandit who abandoned you the second you reached him. 

“Hi,” you greet, trying not to sound as awkward as you feel, silently begging for your next joke to land, “I’m Steve’s neighbor and I hate to break it to you, also Bandit’s new best friend.” 

Eddie snorts, eyes twinkling when he catches the way your lips twitch when you hear Steve’s laugh next to you. 

“I was wondering who he was ditching me for.” He narrows his gaze a little as he sizes Steve up who seems to be focusing on anything but his friend before choosing to set his sights on you. 

“I’m going to go put these in the kitchen for now, I’ll grab you a glass. Thank you for this honey, you really didn’t need to.” His hand reaches out to squeeze your arm like after your hug the other morning. Goosebumps form under his palm when his thumb rubs the softness of your skin gently before letting go.

“It’s the least I could do, seriously you’ve been such a help.” You take your backpack off, the breeze making your shirt unstick from your back. “Don’t forget the cannoli’s.”

“Cannoli’s too? My, my Stevie boy. You must be quite the neighbor,” his friend chimes in, picking up his cigar again.

“Eddie,” Steve scolds just like he did Bandit, grabbing the pastries from you with an apologetic look that you wave off.

He stomps as he makes his way up the steps shooting his friend a glare. Eddie just smirks around the tobacco, leaning back with a raise of his eyebrows and a shrug.

The front door sounds heavy when it closes behind Steve, leaving the two of you alone. It’s quiet, but not for long, the gears in his head moving as he chooses his words before speaking. The crickets chirping in the grass and the hum of distant cars make your palms sweat.

“He must’ve done something real nice to get his favorite dessert hand delivered by his pretty next door neighbor.”

Your gaze narrows, a small smirk forming.

“I never told you I lived next door.” 

Eddie’s smooth facade cracks for a minute when he realizes he gave away what he already knew about you, letting you know that Steve must talk about you.

“He fixed my sink if you must know,” you tease, letting him off the hook, unable to hold back the smile that takes over your face when he barks out a loud laugh.

“How neighborly of him,” he hums around his cigar. 

The door’s opening before the conversation can go any further, a glass of the same dark liquor they’re drinking in Steve’s hand. Eddie catches the slight wrinkle of your nose at it chuckling to himself when you shoot him a look.

“I see he didn’t scare you off yet. That’s great.” Steve grins at the tattooed man, who smiles back with his teeth.

“I don’t know if I could have lasted much longer,” you sigh with fake annoyance, taking the glass from Steve, your stomach going off like fireworks on the fourth of july when your fingers brush, “Thank god you’re back.” 

The laugh you earn has you wanting to make him do it again.

“Why don’t you take a drink of that delicious Johnny Walker Blue label I saw you eyeing when he brought it out?” Eddie raises his glass in a silent challenge. 

Steve’s brows furrow when he looks at his friend in confusion, missing the way you’re scolding Eddie from behind his back.

“I would love to, Eddie, I thought you’d never ask.” You raise your glass in acceptance, already regretting it.

Placing the crystal to your glossed lip, the smell of it makes your gut churn with flashes of your hangover from the other night. You watch the realization wash over Steve’s face when the liquor hits your tongue in the smallest of sips.

“Oh no, that’s probably not what you want to drink after the other night, huh?” His concern dares to crumble when his lips twitch as he tries not to smile. 

“Don’t look at me like that Steve!” Your own smile breaks through your embarrassment.

“Jesus Harrington, go take your girl to get something she’ll actually enjoy,” Eddie laughs, extending his hand out to take your glass, his own now empty. 

Your girl. That’s my girl. Your face and neck heat up at the words again.

“It’s fine! This is okay, I can drink it!” You try to drive your point home by taking another sip, just for your face to give you away again.

“Honey,” Steve chuckles, taking the glass from your hands. “You don’t have to pretend to like it. I’m not offended.”

“I’m sorry, I just usually like something a little bit sweeter.” Your confession makes Steve’s cheeks dust pink.

“Of course you do.”

Steve’s place is intimidating, the overhead pendant light is dim in the entryway. Big paintings hang in perfect placements along his light gray walls that lead up a dark stained wooden staircase. The music is quieter inside, the smell of cedar hitting your nose from the crackling candle he has lit in the living room that you only get a small glimpse of as he leads you to his kitchen. 

He flips the middle switch and only one set of overhead lights turn on, matching the mood of the rest of the house. You take in the giant island in the middle of the kitchen, white paneling that matches the tile below your feet, topped with black marble that sparkles under the low light. The box of cannolis you brought him sits in the middle.

He stops at the stainless steel fridge, shoulder blades moving under his shirt when he opens the door with a firm grip that makes his forearm flex, the harsh brightness polluting the dark. You both squint for a second letting your eyes adjust, the low hum of the fridge drowns out the way your heart beats in your chest.

You were in his house. 

“Are you a margarita girl?” His voice is too smooth to startle you, something softer in it like this. His eyes meet yours with a lopsided grin in an attempt to soothe your obvious nerves. 

“Depends on if you have salt for the rim.” Letting your back hit the countertop, you fake difficulty. 

“Do I have salt for the rim? Please, honey. I’m not in my twenties.” He scoffs shutting the fridge with a lime and what looks like a homemade mixer in hand. The way you giggle for him makes him feel like he might have a chance.

“I’m just making sure is all.” You roll your eyes at him for the first time tonight, and he can’t wait to make you do it again. Addicted to the smile you try to hide, always giving yourself away.

“I’ll make it how you like it.” 

He walks towards you, invading your space just enough to smell the way the spice of his cologne mixes with the expensive whiskey on his breath. Freeing his hands of the ingredients he looks down the hard line of his nose, glazed mossy eyes taking in your face like he’s never got to really do it like this before. The wild stray falls loose and your hand twitches at your side wanting to be the one to brush it away from his forehead this time.

“I promise.”

The twitch of his lips lets you know he heard your breath catch before walking away to get you a glass and a shaker. You exhale through your nose when you get a break from his attention. Was this happening? Was he flirting?

There’s a salt rimmed glass filled with crushed ice in his hands when he comes back, too lost in your own head you didn’t even hear him do all of that. He gets close enough for his shoulder to brush against yours, the tension making your fingertips buzz. 

“This okay?” He asks, eyes avoiding yours as he slices the lime. “You zoned out a little, just want to make sure you feel comfortable is all.”

“Yeah - I - sorry, I kinda get lost in my own head sometimes.” You turn your body to face him, admiring the sharp lines of his jaw from the side, the hint of crows feet from years of laughter that meet the tip of his high cheek bone, the never ending expanse of freckles and moles that dot his skin. “I mean I could have kept those cannolis for myself and left, so what do you think?”

He snorts through his nose, measuring out the shot before pouring it in the glass.

“I ate one already.” He looks at you from the corner of his eye like a boy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Steve! Dessert before dinner? What are you on vacation or something?” Your laugh makes his face light up, pouring the mixer a little heavy handed just for you.

“What can I say? I was craving something sweet." He makes sure to look at you when he says it, begging you to catch the double meaning before dumping everything into a silver shaker.

His eyes watch the way your bottom lip tucks between your teeth at his words to try and hide your smile before he starts the loud process of mixing your drink. You don’t look away from him this time, holding his stare. It pours out smooth over the ice when he’s done, squeezing another slice of lime for good measure over the top. Pushing it towards you, he leans on the counter with his elbow to watch.

“Let’s see what you think.”

You give him your best poker face, your fingers wrapping around the now chilled glass. Pieces of salt fall off the rim when you bring it to your lips. He straightens up, grinning proudly at the way your brows marry together when it hits your tongue. You can barely taste the tequila, the sweetness of the mixer hiding all evidence while the sour of the lime balances the whole thing out. It was the best margarita you’d ever had.

“Wow,” you finally get out after you’ve had enough, only to have part of your sip dribble down onto your chin. 

“Careful.” He chuckles, taking the glass from you, his eyes meeting yours with something unknown swimming in them. 

He gets closer — close enough to feel the heat of his breath fan across your lips, for the tips of his slippers to touch the tops of your sneakers. Your favorite stray still taunts you, begs you to take care of it but it’s his hand that raises first. The pad of his thumb swiping across your chin, cleaning up what you left behind. 

“Is it sweet enough for you tough girl?” His voice comes out low, a question just for your ears. 

Your answer is lost on the tip of your tongue when he brings his thumb to his mouth. Pink lips wrapping around it before sucking it clean. 

“Steve - “ your fingers go to hook in his belt loops, your body demanding him closer before your brain can stop the movements.

“Hone-“ he starts, but someone clears their throat in the doorway.

Your hands drop expecting to hear the deep tenor of Eddie’s voice, only to be met with the silky softness of a woman’s.

“Steven! Who is this??” It comes out sweet like the drink he made, and it makes the man in front of you sigh. Whatever was going to happen is gone. 

“This is my neighbor.” He gives, not trying to hide his annoyance, and when you turn around it only seems to make her smile more.

“This is Eddie’s wife Peach.” Steve introduces, finally running a hand through his hair and you can’t help the pang of jealousy that you didn’t get to do it. 

Peach smiles brightly at you, extending a dainty hand and the rock on her wedding ring catches in the overhead light. She’s gorgeous and almost out of his league, but the way she gives Steve the same knowing eyebrow wiggle makes you realize quickly they’re a match made in heaven.

“Well now I want a margarita Steve.” She crosses her arms winking at you, relishing in the groan Steve gives her.

He wanted to kiss you, but bargained with himself that maybe this was the universe giving him the sign that it wasn’t time yet.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” You don’t mean for it to sound so shy when it comes out of your mouth, but you needed a minute alone to catch your breath. 

“Yeah of course honey, it’s just down the hall right past the staircase.” He points down the doorway you both came from, grabbing your fingers and squeezing gently before busying himself with making another drink.

You're halfway down the hallway when you hear Peaches in the kitchen.

“That’s her??”

The bathroom is smaller than you thought it’d be. It’s only a half, meant for guest use, that part is obvious with the lack of a shower inside. It’s still nicer than the one in your one bedroom, the crisp white towels that hang on silver racks look almost untouched. The deep stone sink in front of the mirror makes you feel like you’re in a spa. 

You stare at yourself in the big oval mirror. He was going to kiss you, right?

You can hear the faint sounds of the two of them talking in the kitchen, choosing to stay hidden until the rate of your heart slows down to something less likely to make you pass out. Their feet shuffle against the wooden floor by the entryway before the sound of the front door opening hits your ears.

The light knock on the bathroom door makes you jump, his voice slipping through the cracks of it.

“Hey sweetheart, we’re going back to the porch. I’ve got your drink whenever you come out.” There’s a hint of worry in his tone, was he thinking about it too?

“I’ll be out in just a sec!” 

He lingers by the door for a minute before you hear his heavy steps head outside. You take one more look at yourself in the mirror, straightening out your work shirt, and pulling down the ends of your skirt before turning around to check from behind. 

“Okay, you’re cool. Just be cool. He was totally gonna kiss you and that’s fine,” you whisper to yourself before checking your breath just in case it happens again. 

Your hand lingers on the door knob for a second before you finally work up enough courage to face him again.

🌃🌃🌃

The front door is cracked open when you emerge from the bathroom, their voices battling over the low playing music inside.

“What do you mean you haven’t asked her for her number yet Steve?” Eddie’s question makes you stop in your tracks.

“Can you talk any louder?” Steve half whispers and half yells, making Peach giggle. 

“It’s obvious you both are into each other -“ Eddie starts again only to be cut off by his wife.

“I swear they were about to kiss in the kitchen, Ed.” 

The way Steve stays quiet tells you that it wasn’t just in your head.

“Look, I just - I don’t know.” He sighs deeply, and you can practically see the way he’s probably running a stressed hand through his hair.

“Steve..” his best friend's tone goes soft, “It’s been long enough, you’re not a bad person for having feelings for someone again. You and I both know Emma would want that for you. I see the way you look at this girl, I haven’t seen you look at someone like that in over a decade.” 

Since his wife.

Steve laughs a little and you hear the ice in his cup clink against the glass signaling him taking a drink before he answers, “Yeah, I know.”

There’s a second of silence and you wonder what his face looks like right now. 

“Look, you’re going on that camping trip next week right? Ask her to water your plants or something while you’re gone, then you can get her number that way. That’s less scary right?” The teasing edge to Peach’s words are gone, she’s gentle with the way she speaks to him.

“Yeah, I mean, that’s a normal thing neighbors ask right?” 

“Totally!” Eddie chimes in enthusiastically making you have to muffle your giggle.

You decide to open and close the bathroom door again to alert them of your presence when you feel like your eavesdropping has gone on long enough. 

Steve clears his throat and you catch the end of his silent scolding to his friends when you step outside. He smiles but there’s something missing from it when he holds up your drink from his place on the porch swing, Bandit curled up at his feet. 

“There she is!” He teases, desperately trying to bring the mood back to what it was before.

“I didn’t fall in if you can believe it,” your response comes out more awkward than intended, laughing nervously while taking your drink. You wonder if it’s obvious that you heard everything when you dare to take the spot next to him. Thighs and shoulders pressing together, your mind races with the new information.

Steve, your handsome older neighbor, the one who works for the Cubs, the one who drives a BMW to work every morning, the guy who fixes your sink and sends you dorky notes likes you. The weight of his guilt is the only thing holding him back from making a real move and it’s hard for you to wrap your head around the fact that the silly crush you’d been harboring is returned.

“Didn’t anyone tell you not to comment on how long a lady’s in the bathroom Harrington?” Eddie teases breaking the ice, making Steve flush deep crimson from his neck to his ears.

“That’s not - that’s not what I meant,” he grumbles inside his glass, the smooth confidence from inside the kitchen now gone.

You squeeze his knee gently with a giggle, the thick hair tickling your palm. 

Eddie takes control of the conversation for the rest of the time it takes you to finish your drink, Peach interjecting every now and then to roast him when he’s telling a story wrong. You half listen to as much of it all as you can, but it’s hard to focus when you can feel the way Steve keeps looking at you from the corner of his eye, turning away everytime you go to meet his gaze. 

He keeps his thigh pressed to yours despite there being more than enough room on the swing, the sides of your feet tapping together on the porch. The heat of his body and the strength of the nice tequila hit after a long day all at once, a yawn escaping you in the middle of another one of Eddie’s bike trip stories.

“If I’m boring you just say something, jeez,” Eddie teases, a warm smile spread over his plump lips.

“Sorry!” Embarrassment warms your cheeks, feeling everyone’s eyes on you, “It’s just been a long day at work and I think the late night is just hitting me.”

“I’m teasing, kid. I have stories like these that I could tell for weeks. Go get some sleep.” He pulls his wife deeper into his side, her eyelids droopy like yours. “I think the Mrs is ready too anyway.”

Steve’s hand spreads over your back, the warmth of his palm rubbing up and down the dip of your spine making you hum.

“I’ll walk you home honey.”

🌃🌃🌃

Your staircase feels never ending, both of you slightly out of breath when you get to the top. Turning around at your front door to face him, both of you smile, trying not to laugh at the sheen of sweat on your foreheads. 

“That seemed harder that time, no?” Steve breaks the silence sounding winded.

“I think maybe it has something to do with the liquor and the pastries, but I could be wrong.”

His laugh is booming, making you giggle while you try to shush him out of courtesy of your neighbors who are fast asleep. 

“Sorry, sorry!” He whispers, a smirk that tells you he’s really not tugging at his lips, his eyes meeting yours the way they did in the kitchen.

You don’t know when he got this close or how your back ended up pressed against your front door. It’s silent between you, but the comfortable kind. Words not ready to be said out loud being exchanged through looks and the tips of his fingers brushing against yours.

“Thank you again for bringing me dinner, that was very sweet of you.” His voice is soft like his touches.

“It’s not a problem. It’s the least I could do really.” You look up at him from under your lashes, you’re ready for what was meant to happen in the kitchen now.

He hums a little to himself, interlacing your fingers with his. His eyebrows knitting together like he’s deep in thought. 

“Listen, I’m going on this camping trip next week with Bandit. Peaches would kill me if I let those plants die, maybe you wouldn’t mind coming by once to water them? I can give you my number, that way you know, we can talk about details or if something else breaks in your apartment.” He lets out a shaky laugh, and you squeeze his hand in reassurance.

“Gimme your phone Steve.”

His eyes widen and you can’t believe he’s shocked you said yes. He lets go of you to dig it out of his pocket, and you try to stifle a laugh at how frantic he seems.

You save your number under Tough Girl before handing it back to him with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth watching the way it makes his cheeks turn red when he reads it.

“I’ll - um text you with the dates,” he stutters a little slowly, backing away. 

“You could also just text me.” You shrug and it makes him miss the top step, catching himself on the railing. 

“Good to know.” The smile he gives you knocks the air out of your lungs. “Have a good night, tough girl.”

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It’s only an hour later when you’re in bed, halfway asleep when you hear your phone buzz next to you. You wonder if he can see the way you smile like an idiot at your bright screen.

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chapter six

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i've been toying with this idea about bffs!minghao and reader where hao has this emo punk aesthetic while reader is basically the epitome of girly pop -- everything pink, short skirts, frilly dresses, all that jazz. no one knows how they wound up as bffs but little does everyone know they have the filthiest sex behind their backs <3

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summary: you and your best friend could not be anymore different, you two seem to make it work though

tags: smut (minors dni!) warnings: explicit unprotected sex, fingering, thigh high kink, creampie wc: 1.8k an: if minghao is ooc then im sorry </3 i just want him to be an emo simp okay,,, also hello kai :33 thank you for the request i literally love this dynamic so much im sorry if you hate it fjdksla

“Hao-Hao!” You shout as you see your best friend enter the party. His lanky, dark clad figure stands in the doorway and he looks over at you lazily. You rush up to him and quickly cling to his arm, nuzzling your face against his bicep.

Across the room Wonwoo shakes his head. “I don’t know how those two are friends.”

The other two boys sitting with Wonwoo glance at where you and Minghao stand and Jihoon frowns. “It doesn’t even seem like Minghao likes her that much.”

Minghao’s face is unwavering as you yank at his arm, your mouth flying a hundred miles a minute as you ramble on about your day. The conflicting personalities aren’t the only thing that is odd about your friendship. 

It’s like looking at day and night as you two walk past where the three boys are sitting. Minghao’s signature frown is accompanied by his black t-shirt and black jeans, the only thing breaking them being the silver eyelets on his belt. His height and demeanor already do enough to contribute to his scary presence, but his sleeve of tattoos and the dark eyeliner smudged on his eyes puts the finishing touch on it. Compared to you, it’s like watching a doberman and a pomeranian walk side by side.

Your own figure is dressed up in a short, pink skirt with white frilly socks that stretch all the way up to your thighs. Your matching pink heels clack against the floor as you trot next to Minghao. There’s a permanent smile on your face that pairs nicely with the makeup you applied this morning.

“They’ve been best friends for a while,” Soonyoung says, still staring at you two. “I still don’t know how though. They have nothing in common.”

“Obviously,” Jihoon mutters. “Maybe Minghao is just keeping her around to be nice?”

“Minghao? Nice?” Wonwoo scoffs. “More like she’s the one stringing him along.”

“Maybe one of them lost a bet,” Soonyoung pipes in.

“Or it’s some elaborate prank.”

“Hey.” The gruff voice makes all three boys jump, their heads whipping around to see their topic of conversation standing over them. Without fail you’re there as well. “We’re heading out if someone asks.”

With that Minghao grabs your hand and pulls you away. Minghao’s black, chipped nail polish looks silly next to your perfectly manicured pink nails and your cute beaded friendship bracelets contrast deeply with Minghao’s studded leather bracelets.

You giggle as Minghao leads you out of the party and to his car. He opens the door for you and you slide in as Minghao rounds the car to get into the driver’s seat.

“Hao,” you start, “is it really that weird that we’re friends?”

“Don't listen to them, they're all just idiots,” Minghao tells you, his hand moving across the center console to rest on your bare thigh. You smile at his response, and he squeezes your thigh.

You and Minghao have been friends for as long as you can remember, but it wasn’t until later in life you two became best friends. Now you two are practically inseparable as you drag Minghao with you everywhere you go. You like to think of him as your “scary dog privilege”.

The contrast of you and your best friend does not go unnoticed by you, but you’re not sure why it’s such a big deal. If anything, you find it cute. You love how it sounds when you’re walking, Minghao’s combat boots thudding deeply as your high heels click in tandem. 

It’s not like you two don’t have anything in common either. You two share the same taste in movies, and Minghao never complains when you listen to whatever girly pop song you play in the car. It doesn’t matter if you two don’t have all the same interests though, because you’ve been friends for so long you have learned to appreciate each other’s interests.

There is one other giant perk of being best friends with Minghao though.

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“These are cute,” Minghao grunts as his fingers trail over your panties. You shudder at the touch but still smile at your best friend.

“I know! They’re new.” You wiggle your hips a bit, showing off your pink lace underwear. You’re lying pressed against his mattress, your skirt flipped up to reveal your thighs and panties. Minghao stares down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

“How much were they?” Minghao mutters and you think for a moment before respondings with the fairly cheap price you paid. Minghao then smirks before grabbing the fabric and tearing it apart. “I’ll buy a new pair.”

With that he pushes a finger into you, your cunt already dripping just from the making out you two did as soon as you made it inside Minghao’s apartment. You mewl out at the intrusion, your hips automatically bucking up into his touch.

You can feel the coolness of Minghao’s rings pushed up against your folds as Minghao’s fingers delve deeper into you. 

“You look so pretty like this baby,” Minghao coos. “In your pretty little skirt and stockings with my fingers inside your needy little cunt.”

“H-hao,” you gasp out. You reach towards him, tugging at his shirt, and Minghao gets the hint. He slides his fingers out of you and you can feel your walls clench around nothing, begging to be filled again, as Minghao pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso. 

You love how Minghao looks with his shirt off, all of his tattoos on full display for you. You sit up and run your hands across his chest, admiring the art on his skin. Minghao just smirks and leans down to kiss you. 

Minghao pushes you back against the bed once more, this time crawling over you. His lips slide against yours expertly as his hands trail up your sides before his fingers stop at your boobs. It’s now his turn to admire your chest.

His body rests between your legs and Minghao grinds down against you, his bulge rubbing right against your bare clit. You whimper into Minghao’s mouth, impatient to feel him inside of you. His fingers grope at your tits over your thin shirt and you can feel your nipples pebble up under his touch,

“Hao,” you whine, “please. No more teasing, I need you to fuck me.”

“If you insist, pretty girl,” Minghao says. He pulls away from you, this time to strip from the rest of his clothes and all of his accessories. You quickly do the same, disposing of all of your clothes, besides your stockings. You have yet to confirm if your best friend actually has a thigh highs kink, but the way he fucks you harder when you keep them on doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

No matter what people may say about how Minghao treats you, you’re his princess and he really would do anything for you. Which is why he’s laying down on the bed, allowing you to crawl into his lap and line yourself up to twitching cock. There are very few things you love more than riding Minghao. Only your Sanrio plushies and your Skzoo keychains come to mind, so yeah, you really love riding your best friend.

Slowly, you sink down onto Minghao’s cock, taking a moment to adjust to the feeling of him stretching out your walls. You can hear the shallow breath Minghao takes when he bottoms out and you arch your back at the feeling of his tip brushing up against your cervix. 

“Will never get tired of your tight little pussy,” Minghao growls.

You can’t respond, your brain is already a bit too incoherent to think of a proper response. Instead you lean forward and brace your hands on Minghao’s chest as you start to roll your hips. Minghao’s hands fly up to grab at your ass, helping to bounce you up and down in his lap. His fingers knead at your ass, the feeling of his strong fingers digging into your skin sends even more jolts of pleasure to your core.

Even during sex, you and Minghao couldn’t be more different. Your moans are wanton and loud, shameless in showing your pleasure, where Minghao is more grunts and huffs and the occasional dirty sentence.

Your white thigh highs look pretty pressed up against Minghao’s tattooed thigh and the sight makes you wonder if Minghao is on to something with his thigh high kink. You stare down at the man as he smirks up at you. He moves your hands so they’re off his chest and braced against the mattress so your body hovers over his even more, his mouth now level with your breasts.

Your pussy clenches down at the feeling of his warm tongue running over your stiff nipples. Your breath is labored as you stare down at Minghao. The only view you get is of his dark mullet though, your best friend lost in his pleasure of sucking on your tits. 

You’re far past having the ability to think straight, let alone focus on more than one thing, and your hips stop moving in turn to enjoy Minghao’s mouth against your tits. This doesn’t fare well with him though, and he tightens his grip on your ass, guiding you down his length as he pounds up into you.

With Minghao’s help, his cock now hits against your g-spot, making sparks fly behind your eyes with each thrust. You can barely breath, only letting out soft pants as you do your best to fuck yourself on Minghao’s cock without letting the pleasure overtake you too much. 

Luckily you don’t have to wait too long, as Minghao pops his mouth of your boob to growl out, “M’close.”

Minghao pushes himself up, sitting up so he can press your chests together. Your arms wrap around his neck as you cling onto him, your hips moving frantically to get you both off. All it takes to send you over the edge is the open mouthed kiss Minghao presses to the sensitive spot on your neck. Your fingers dig into his back as your legs shake as your cunt clenches down, causing Minghao to reach his high as well. Minghao lets out a low groan as his cum spurts into you, filling you up.

The two of you stay there for a while, holding onto each other while you catch your breath. After a few moments Minghao slowly lifts you up and pulls out of you, his cum sliding out of you as well. Minghao grumbles about having to wash his sheets now but you know he’s not that mad, especially considering it was his cum.

You press soft kisses to Minghao’s face, before leaving a peck on his lips. Minghao giggles at the gesture which makes you smile in return. If Minghao’s friends think that the two of you being friends is strange, you’re sure they’d have an aneurysm at Minghao giggling after just having sex with you. To you though, it’s just like any other day with Minghao, and you wouldn’t have it (or either of you) any other way.

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A Sokovian Flower

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Post Age of Ultron MCU (Female Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Summary: Wanda wanted a tattoo, which led her to you.

Word Count: 4.1K

Content: Mentions of Sokovia, Wanda's Parents, and dead Pietro. But fluff!

Wanda Maximoff was nervous.

She had never done something like this before.

Her stomach was in knots, and she had no one to blame but herself. Well, she could blame Petiro, but that would be unfair. She could blame Natasha, but that would only end up with her ass hitting the floor. So that wasn't an option.

Anyways, like stated before... Wanda had no one to blame but herself.

But Wanda really, really, really wanted THIS tattoo!

She had thought about it for the last four months since the fall of her home country and relocation to the States. She wanted something that was her own. Something that would pay tribute.

Wanda eventually decided on the national flower of Sokovia.

For her parents and brother.

But as Wanda bites her lip and waits for you to come out from the back, does she now realize that she has to go through with it.

This is going to be on my body forever. But that's what I want, right?

Wanda keeps going back and forth in her own mind. Her eyebrows scrunching and lifting up. Her fingers crossing over one another.

Wanda closes her eyes and breathes out. She calms herself down.

Yep, I can't do this!

Wanda picks up her ID and goes to turn around just when you come out from the back.

Wanda barely made eye contact with you before, but now she sees you and feels her mouth go dry.

The first place her eyes go to are your ears. Full of silver. Very reminiscent of Natasha. Wanda's eyes then travel down your sharp jawline to the holes in your black shirt, exposing your soft skin before they land on the art covering your arms.

Wanda loves the stars and hearts filling the space between your larger pieces.

Wanda brings her eyes back up to you as she realizes that you're speaking to her. Your voice is gentle.

"Are you having second thoughts?" You ask, making Wanda open and close her mouth.

You're not an idiot. You can see the worry and nerves dancing over the face across from you. It's clearly her first time, and you feel bad that she has no friend or anyone else here with her.

You also noticed her checking you out, but it happens, so you let it slide.

"Ummm, yeah. I'm sorry." Her soft voice quietly speaks up. And you're not sure how you missed it earlier, but you hear her accent.

You love it.

You smile at her words and nod your head before turning around to grab your tablet. Wanda watches you turn back and lay it next to the blank form she had yet to fill out.

"Wanda, right?" You ask as you look up from the email she had written a few days prior. She nods her green eyes at you before crossing her arms over her body.

Black nail polish catches your eye. It goes well with her black hoodie, skirt, and thigh-high socks.

You look back down as she steps closer to the counter. "Ah, the flower... here it is." Wanda watches you fly from the email to a saved folder of your drawings. There, she watches you move your pen to three different versions of the flower. Each one having more detail than the last.

You turn the tablet over to show her.

"I hope you don't mind, but I added more detail. I think it looks very pretty with the shading and linework in the leaves." You point to the second drawing as Wanda smiles. Her green eyes dance from one to the next.

"They're amazing." She says with awe in her words without looking up. She lifts her hands over the third design. It has tiny stars and sparkles around the flower, as well as a diamond design behind the main piece.

Wanda lifts her head to you, and your eyes trace her face in a second.

She's gorgeous, and when she smiles, you smile.

"I- uh-" You pull your eyes away and turn the tablet around before you fumble and grab the form for her to sign. "I- um, if you want to go through with it." You lift your eyes and smile. "You'll need to sign this." Wanda reaches up and grabs the form. "And I'll need your ID to make a photocopy." Wanda looks up, and you see her decide her eyes. "Okay."

Wanda hands you her ID before she takes a seat at the couch near the counter to fill out the form. Before placing her ID in the printer, you take a glance at it.

She wears a pout in her photo that makes you hold back a laugh. She looks so cute. You then quickly glance around the ID before placing it down and hitting print.

When you turn around, you see Wanda finishing up her signature as she bites her lip. Her pretty pink lips.

You then look away and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror in the corner.

You had to get a hold of yourself.

She was a paying customer, not a random girl across the bar. However, it's not like that has worked out well for you before. Ex-girlfriends and all.

You shrug and return to grab the copy of Wanda's ID and her physical one.

"Here you go." She lays the form down on the counter as you hand back her ID. She quickly places it in her small red wallet before gazing at you. "I can show you to the table and let you get comfortable as I prepare the stencil."

Wanda nods, and you notice her hands pull at the end of her sleeves. "It'll be fine." You whisper and nod at her before leading her to your section of the shop.

It's a cute corner full of all your favorite photos, knickknacks, and collectibles from over the years.

The owner is your former mentor and teacher. And usually, on a Saturday morning, the shop would be busy, but for some reason, it's just you and Wanda.

Not that the brunette minded. Obviously. The fewer people around, the better.

So, as you slid into your chair and hit a few buttons on the machine, Wanda stood by the table with the sheet on it.

As the stencil finished printing, you turned back. "Oh shoot. I'm sorry." You got up with a laugh. "Would you like a water or soda or anything?" Wanda was about to shake her head before she looked over your face.

Yeah, she was thirsty.

"A water. Please." You smiled at her command. "Of course." You turned and bent down to the mini fridge at your feet. You pulled out a water bottle and got up before handing it to her. "Thank you." She replied as she took it.

"You can set it down right here." You pointed to a spot on the cart next to the table that Wanda would be laying on soon. "And anytime you need to take a break or have a sip of water. Whatever. During the tattoo, say something, and I'll stop." You made sure Wanda found your eyes. "Okay?" You asked again until she nodded. "Okay."

You closed your mouth and turned back to the stencil to hold in a "good girl."

Wanda's eyes went wide as she blushed.

She definitely didn't mean to hear that!

"Okay..." You cleared your throat and held up two different sizes. "We can place them, and then you can decide which size you want or-"

"That one." Wanda cut you off as she stepped closer to the one in your right hand. "This is perfect." She said under her breath, but you heard her, and it made you smile. "This one." She said as her eyes found yours.

You nodded. "Let's do it." You placed the smaller stencil down. "Okay, and placement... you didn't say on the from."

Wanda sheepishly nodded. "I was thinking my back..." You nodded. "Okay." But when Wanda didn't move, that's when you put two and two together. "Oh, sorry! I'll give you some space." You went to get up and walk away after drawing the curtain to your space close, but Wanda, without thinking, grabbed your arm and stopped you. "I wasn't thinking earlier and-" Wanda stopped herself with a sigh before she laughed.

Angelic.

Wanda's lips spread into a broader smile. You saw her begin to come out of her shell just a little more.

"I'm not wearing a bra." She said before she bit her bottom lip and looked away.

You could tell she was trying to hide her embarrassment. So you reached your hand to the one she had on your arm. "That's okay." You said before you moved your thumb over her knuckle.

Butterflies flew in both of your stomachs.

"May I?" You ask as you lifted your hand off of hers. Wanda nodded and watched your eyes lift themselves to her hoodie zipper. She felt your thumb brush the skin just below her neck.

Soft was her skin, but Wanda felt it burn once your touch left her.

And then you moved the zipper south just the tiniest bit before Wanda lifted her eyes to yours. "I-or- uh, you can unzip it a-and turn it around so the back of the hoodie covers your front."

Wanda heard you stumble and watched how your eyes looked her face up and down. She enjoyed it.

"I can do that." You smiled back and removed yourself from the room to give Wanda privacy.

Less than a minute later, she called you back in. She had her arms over her body as she held the hoodie close to her front. Meanwhile, Wanda's back was exposed to you, and you could see a faint tan line and several moles and beautiful tiny freckles along her body.

"You okay?" You asked as you put a pair of new gloves on before getting the spray and stencil ready. "Yeah," Wanda replied. "Just a little cold."

You stopped and looked around the room. In the winter, you had a heater in here, but with it being late spring, that was long gone. But your eyes did find something else.

"I have this." You pointed to a corner with a large hand-knitted red blanket that your friend Darcy made one semester in college before you dropped out. "You could bunch up under you, or I can place it on your lower back once you're on the table."

Wanda loved how kind you were being and thought about your suggestion. "Would it get in your way?" You shook your head. "Not at all." Wanda believed you. "Okay. Thanks." She smiled and grabbed the blanket. You watched her wrap around her lower back. "I guess I shouldn't have worn a skirt today." Wanda gave a laugh that made your heart skip, and your mouth said words before you could stop it.

"I think you look beautiful."

Wanda's face turned red like your blanket, and the stencil went still in your hand.

"Oh shit!"

Wanda heard your thoughts and said something before you could. "Thank you..." She bit her bottom lip and turned around so you could place the stencil on her back.

A couple of seconds when you came back to Earth, you did.

"Okay." You took a step away. "See how it looks." Wanda turned her head to the right and found the mirror beside you.

It was perfect.

She knew the process was going to hurt, but in this moment, Wanda would do anything to feel closer to the ones she lost.

"I love it." She said after clearing her throat.

That's when you realized that this wasn't just a random flower. This meant something.

"Perfect." You smiled at her green eyes. "Here." You took your gloves off. "Get comfortable, and I'll adjust the blanket however you want." Wanda let you take it from her and noticed as you turned around to give her a little privacy as she laid onto the table.

She smiled at that. "Okay." She said, and from her 90-degree angle, she watched you turn around. She then felt the blanket cover her entire lower body. It was nice and warm. The act and the care behind it.

"Good?" You bent forward, making Wanda nod. "Awesome." You said. "Remember, if at any point you need to stop, let me know." Wanda nodded once again before parting her lips. "Should we come up with a safe word?"

Your glove snapped as it went around your hand when you stopped at her words. You weren't sure if Wanda was joking, but when you saw her pearly whites, you once again got to see her leaving her shell.

You smiled back.

"Wow, Wanda, take a girl to dinner first." You said back as you picked up the tattoo gun and tested it. Wanda laughed over the noise that scared her just slightly before saying: "Pancake."

You knew what she meant. Even if her accent made the word sound exotic. "Pancake." You repeat. She nodded, getting hair into her eyesight that she blew away. "Pancake, it is Wanda." You then rolled the stool closer to her. "I'm about to start. Don't be afraid to bunch your hands and scream or whatever. You'd be surprised what people do."

"I'll be sure to do all of those things." Wanda joked with a wide smile before she felt your arm rest on her back. The contact sent a wave of goosebumps over her body once again. "Are you still cold?" You asked with the needle inches from her.

"I'll be fine." Wanda lied. "Remember Pancake." You said, earning a thumbs up from the brunette.

Seconds later, Wanda was receiving her first tattoo.

Time passed as Wanda did her best not to let the tears in her eyes fall. She knew you were being careful and cautious. Gentle and light. But god, this hurt.

As you moved further down the flower, your eyes briefly looked at Wanda's, and you saw the water filling them. "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to..." You were going to talk to her to distract her from the droning buzz of the gun and the pain that came with it. "But." You continued. "I'm always curious about people's first tattoos." Wanda sniffled as her green eyes looked at you. "So why this one?"

Wanda let out a breath. She appreciated that you wanted to know more. "It's the national flower of Sokovia." She said, and you stopped shading as you looked down to her face. She was looking down at you. "Sokovia?" You asked, making her nod.

You knew of Sokovia.

You saw the news reports and watched the footage of buildings falling from the face of the earth. You knew about Ultron and the Avengers. And now how the once Eastern European country was slowly being washed from the world maps.

"You're Sokovian?" You asked. "I am," Wanda replied with her accent heavy. You gave a weak smile and paused before saying. "I'm sorry for what happened."

Wanda swallowed the tears in her throat.

You weren't the first person to apologize for the actions based upon others, but you were the first person who probably meant it.

"Thank you." She quietly replied before letting out a breath and some words of truth. "I was there."

You now leaned back in your stool. Maybe this was a good time for a break.

"When it was lifted into the air?" You asked, earning a nod. And as opposed to asking why she was there or how she survived like Wanda would've expected, you instead asked: "Do you have any favorite memories of Sokovia before you left?"

Wanda took in your words and thought about it.

She nodded.

"Sokovia was always on the brink of Civil War and had an uneasiness to it." Wanda paused and lifted up to drink some water. As she moved, she felt the pain and warmth from the fresh art on her body. Nevertheless, she knew the two of you had a while to go. "But.." Wanda smiled as she laid back onto her stomach. "There was this park close to our apartment. Every day after school, I'd run to the swings and try and launch myself as high as possible." Wanda laughed. "I wanted to fly."

You smiled, and for some reason, it was like you could see the stories clearly in your head.

It was beautiful.

"Nights I loved. After schoolwork and chores when it was just my brother Pitero and our parents watching old American sitcoms and having meals, my Mama grew up with..." Wanda trailed off as her voice became soft. "Those nights I'd give anything to have again."

Wanda didn't even feel the tear slip from her eyes.

But you saw it glimmer in the light, and within a second, your gloves were off as you handed Wanda a tissue.

Her fingertips brushed yours as she took it. "I'm sorry." She patted under her eye. "This is so embarrassing." Wanda balled up the tissue before you reached out for it. "No, it's not." You said as Wanda placed the tissue in the palm of your hand. "I think it's sweet." You smiled at Wanda before getting up to quickly wash your hands.

"I'd love to hear more about Sokovia as long as you want to keep talking about it." You said as you slipped on a new pair of black gloves.

Wanda shook her head yes.

And once the needle made contact with Wanda's skin again, did she tell you stories about the bake shop down the block from her school. Or how her brother was almost kicked off the school's track team. She also recounted her favorite episodes of Bewitched once you teasingly pressured her.

The conversation flowed naturally, and by the end, Wanda didn't feel the pain in her back. She only felt it in her cheeks because she was smiling so damn much.

"Okay." You put the gun down and wiped down Wanda's tattoo one last time. "You're free." You joked with a smile as you tossed your gloves away.

"Oh god, I don't think I've ever been so stiff." Wanda cracked her neck before she moved her legs off the table. She wobbled once her feet hit the ground, but thankfully, you were quick to stabilize her. "Here." You handed Wanda her water. "Don't need you passing out or anything before you see it."

Wanda gladly took a few sips before handing it back.

She then took a few steps forward before turning her exposed back to the mirror on the wall. As her green eyes made contact with the black art, she gasped and let out a ragged breath.

"I love it." She whispered before glancing over at you. Your eyes instantly connected to hers. "I love it." She repeated. Her eyes went back. "It's perfect." Up and down, her eyes went before she turned around to grab her phone.

A smaller iPhone than you were used to seeing.

"Could you take a picture?" She asked you, to which you nodded and smiled like a dummy as Wanda turned her back to you.

"Okay." You said after you perfectly framed her body. "I took about fifteen." You laughed before remembering the phone in your pocket. "Wanda?" You looked up at her. "Hmm?" She lifted her face from her phone. "Could I take a few pictures for my Instagram and website?"

"Of course."

Normally, she would've said no. She hated getting her picture taken. But normally, Wanda didn't get tattoos or become this close to someone like this.

Like you.

You were special.

"Thank you." You nodded to her as you put your phone down and grabbed some hand sanitizer. "Okay, let's get the wrap on, and then I can go over the aftercare."

Wanda's focus was back on you, and she hung on your every word.

"Y/N?" Wanda spoke up as your hand slimmed out the clear wrapping on her tattoo. "Wanda?" You said in the same tone, making Wanda teasingly roll her head away from you.

"I was thinking..." She started as you lifted your touch away from her soft skin. "Yes?" You asked as Wanda turned her face back to you.

She cleared her throat and sat up on the table.

"Could I have the pictures you took?" You easily nodded. "Sure, I can DM you on your Instagram or-"

"You could text them," Wanda said with confidence clear in her voice.

You stopped. "Or I could text them." You smiled as you stood up and grabbed a pamphlet of the aftercare process for Wanda to follow. "Here is everything you need to know." Wanda took it gently from your fingers. "What lotions to use. What soaps to not use... I could also text you this information. If you'd like."

You said as Wanda looked up and handed you back the pamphlet.

"You can text me."

You nodded. "Then I'll text you." Wanda shyly looked away from you as you both wore pink on your faces.

You looked around your space. "If you'd like to use the bathroom, it's just down the hall to the right. If not, I can meet you at the counter, and we can discuss cost. I'll only be a couple of minutes."

Wanda nodded and got up. She pulled the black curtain to your space back and was about to step out when she stopped herself and turned around to you. "Thank you. For everything. I'll probably thank you repeatedly, but I want you to know I mean it. They were with me before, but now their little flower has one for them. " She gave a watery smile, and before you could respond, Wanda walked away.

Wanda pulled out her phone, brushed her eyes, pulled her hoodie around, and stared at the tattoo pictures until you joined her at the front.

When you did, you held the red blanket Wanda had been using earlier. "Here." You said as you sat down next to Wanda on the waiting couch. "I'll text you it later, but one of the final steps of aftercare is to have a warm blanket nearby. So here."

Your kindness throughout the whole day meant more than you'd ever know.

Wanda swallowed and reached over, letting her hand run through the blanket before grabbing yours. Soft was her touch.

You let her fingers brush over your knuckles. "Is there a step about good company?" Wanda questioned as her voice became thicker with her accent. Her body leaning forward. "Yes." You nodded. "Company is supposed to take care of dinner." Your voice had become slow as you carefully weaved into this space with Wanda.

"Dinner?" Wanda husked. You simply smiled. "Text me when you're free?" You raised an eyebrow as Wanda looked up and scrunched her face.

She hadn't felt this way in a long time.

And neither had you. So when Wanda gripped your hand and gave you a very nervous but small peck on the lips, you let her.

And Wanda let you give her a discount even though she used the remaining cash she had as a tip.

Moments later. "Sent." Wanda received your text with a blushing emoji quickly, followed by a detailed step-by-step aftercare plan with a video in case Wanda needed it. "Thank you." She said before she texted back an emoji with a smile.

"I'll text you!" Wanda said in response to you as you closed the door to the shop behind her. Only then did you notice that your open sign had been flipped to close.

You didn't remember doing that.

But it didn't matter. You found yourself smiling and laughing all day. Learning about a country you were going to search traditional dishes from.

You met Wanda.

Wanda Maximoff.

You blushed when she texted you about a half hour later, letting you know that she had made it home safe. Wanda then sent a picture of her with the red blanket wrapped around her body.

You and Wanda texted every single day before and after your first date. You made Sokovian meals for her and took her around the city to let her experience anything she wanted. You held her close and kissed her as the two of you found yourselves under the same red blanket. You told her you loved her two months after she introduced you to her co-workers/housemates.

And now, as you wait for Wanda to text you after her mission in Lagos, are you working on a flash tattoo sheet of a scarlet witch.

Your girlfriend.

Wanda Maximoff. Your Sokovian Flower.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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[jjungkookislife]

Little Mouse Ch. 10 [Final]

pairing: jungkook x f. reader

genre: f2l, established relationship, college au, smut [18+]

summary: Jungkook, you, and his adventures in the frat.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: alcohol use/mention, drug use (weed), hoseok still first with oc, exhibitionism (tiny), mention of an orgy, oral sex (m. receiving), hair pulling, quickie, unprotected sex, hickeys, spanking, creampie

date: February 8, 2024

The transition from just friends to a couple comes easily. Jungkook walks you to your classes, carries your backpack just like he used to, and meets you for lunch with Amelia, Yoongi, and sometimes Taehyung. 

Tonight, you’re heading over to the frat house. There’s another party, and Amelia has made you promise you’d go with her.

The both of you will probably sleep over with your boyfriends. You already know the headache you’ll get in the morning will be dreadful, but Jungkook will take you to breakfast after a morning of kisses and a hot shower.

The weather isn’t horrible as you step out of the apartment. You’re wearing a high-waisted black skirt, one of Jungkook’s thick oversized sweaters, and thigh-high socks to keep warm. You know your friends will somehow end up outside as always, and you’d like to be as warm as possible.

Amelia greets you the second you walk through the front door. She hugs you tightly, giggling as she leads you towards the kitchen to grab drinks.

“Jungkook and Yoongi are all outside with the frat,” she informs you as she makes herself a drink and then one for you. 

“Already?” you pout as you take a sip from your cup.

“Jimin’s doing,” Amelia shrugs as she takes your hand to avoid being separated on your quest to the backyard.

“Jungkook!” She sings. “I brought you a present!” 

Jungkook looks up from his drink. His brows furrow in confusion but he smiles when he sees you.

“Little Mouse! Come here, babe,” he grins as Amelia deposits you in his lap. 

“Hey,” you whisper before his lips brush yours.

“Missed you,” he whispers as you wrap your arms around him. You kiss his cheek.

“I missed you too.”

“Are you staying the night?” he asks as he places his large hand on your thigh, his tattooed fingers toying with the band of your sock. “Because I’d love to see these wrapped around my hips later.”

“Fuck,” you breathe.

Jungkook smirks. He’s grown bold now that you were his girlfriend and you were loving it. You bite your bottom lip as you hold his gaze, his fingers circling your skin as you blink slowly.

“I’ll stay,” you say with a smile.

Jungkook kisses your cheek as you settle comfortably on his lap. 

“Want another one?” Jimin asks when you set your cup down by the chair. 

“Nah, not tonight,” you thank him as he leaves his seat to get a refill.

Amelia and Yoongi have already left the group. Hoseok’s got a blunt between his lips and Namjoon is whispering something to the girl beside him that hangs on his every word.

“I see everything worked out,” Taehyung comments as he sits beside you in Yoongi’s abandoned chair. He’s got a beer in his hand, leaning forward to take the blunt from Hoseok after Namjoon skips his turn in favor of conversation.

“It did,” you affirm as Jungkook slides his hands under your sweater, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his palms. His lips press a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“I’m glad,” Taehyung said genuinely. “I’m happy for you both.”

“My lap is still open for you whenever,” Hoseok chuckles as he takes the blunt from Taehyung. “Don’t hog my shit.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes as he rises to plop down on Hoseok’s lap.

“Get off,” Hoseok huffs, rolling his eyes.

“You said your lap was open,” Taehyung shrugs, refusing to move even when Jimin takes his seat with his refilled drink.

“What are you two fighting about now?” Jimin asks with a roll of his pretty eyes. “You know Seokjin left me in charge tonight.”

“He’s hogging my shit,” Hoseok retirates.

Jimin sighs. “Tae, don’t hog his shit.”

“Duh, that’s why I’m on his lap,” Taehyung responds in annoyance, rolling his eyes at his friend.

Jimin doesn’t say another word as he sips his drink.

Hoseok inhales.

Jungkook’s hand slides down to your thighs, beneath your skirt to the bit of skin not covered by clothing. He sighs happily when you lean against him. You wonder if it’s too early to call it a night. 

“Are we getting another show?” Jimin asks as he spots Jungkook’s hands. His eyes flit to yours and you giggle, parting your legs just a little.

“Just a tease,” Jungkook encourages in a sultry tone. “Show him what he’s missing but can’t have, Little Mouse.”

“Fuck,” Jimin curses, his cock twitching in his pants as he looks at Jungkook with dark hooded eyes. 

“Are you initiating an orgy?” Taehyung asks from his seat on Hoseok’s lap. “Because that’s how you start an orgy.”

Jungkook laughs. “Shut up, Tae.”

Taehyung shrugs, opening his lips to take a hit from the blunt that Hoseok holds up to his lips.

“I want in,” Hoseok smirks. 

“I hate you all,” Jungkook laughs as he moves his hands to your thighs instead.

“Hobi, you ruined it,” Jimin whines, sipping from his cup.

“Serves you right,” Hoseok scoffs as pulls out a joint for Tae to get him off his lap and back into a chair far away from him.

You ignore them, turning to Jungkook. Your fingers thread through his hair, gently tugging on it to make him moan.

Jimin watches silently, biting on his plush bottom lip.

Your lips meet Jungkook’s as you turn on your side, legs facing Jimin as you spread them just enough for Jungkook’s hand to slip between them. His tattooed hand grips your thigh, nearly bruising you as you moan against his lips, his tongue meeting yours as you clutch his shirt.

“Kook,” his name rolls off your tongue sweetly.

“Little Mouse,” he responds as he pushes your skirt upward to expose more of your skin. Jimin doesn’t think he can breathe.

Hoseok is eyeing the two of you, ignoring the slight jealousy that bubbles in his stomach. Taehyung smokes his joint, grinning like an idiot as he watches Jimin’s response.

“Take me upstairs,” you whisper in between kisses, growing needier as the seconds pass and Jungkook squeezes your thigh one more time. Jimin catches a quick flash of your panties as you rise from your boyfriend’s lap.

Jungkook is only too happy to please as he takes your hand. 

“Whoo!” Hoseok cheers, followed by Joon, Jimin, and Taehyung. 

“Jungkook’s gonna hit!” Namjoon exclaims, laughing when you flip him off.

Jungkook rolls his eyes at them as he opens the door that leads back inside. Music immediately drowns out any thoughts you have, as Jungkook leads you past the horde of dancing bodies in the living room. You giggle when you reach the stairs, stopping at the landing to press Jungkook to the wall.

“I want you,” you tell him as you begin to unbutton his shirt. He chuckles as he grabs you by the back of the neck to pull you into a kiss so passionate, it leaves your heart racing when he’s done.

“Let’s go to my room,” Jungkook states with a raised brow. “I don’t need everyone hearing the sweet sounds you make for me.”

“Fuck,” you groan, biting your bottom lip as Jungkook turns you around, so you’re the one pressed to the wall. His hand grabs your thigh, lifting it to wrap around his hip as his other hand presses against the wall. His lips trail kisses from your jaw down to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as his hand moves under your skirt, this time toying with the hem of your panties.

“Jungkook,” his name escapes you as you thread your fingers in his long hair. He curses, dark eyes meeting yours. “Fuck me.”

Jungkook tongues his cheek, nodding as he sets your leg down gently. He takes your hand, ignoring the curious eyes of the partygoers as he leads you to his bedroom.

The moment the door is locked, you’re on him. He barely gets to take a breath before you’re dropping to your knees, unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping them all in one go.

“Little Mouse,” Jungkook gasps as you tug his pants and his boxers down to his ankles. Your mouth waters when his hard cock nearly slaps you across the face.

“Can I?” you ask eagerly. 

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Y-yeah.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, Little Mouse,” he says firmer. 

You nod, eyes locked on his as your hand wraps around his length. You don’t waste time spitting on his cock, moving your mouth to wrap around it as you stroke him.

Jungkook’s head hits the door with a small ‘thud’. He curses when you take more of him into your mouth, drooling over yourself when your nose meets his pelvis. Jungkook threads his fingers in your hair, allowing you to go as fast as you want.

“Fuck my mouth,” you tell him as you pull off his cock, drool dripping down your chin as you look up at him.

Jungkook nearly growls as he rakes a hand through his hair, tugging the roots to settle himself before he grabs your hair in his hand.

“Open up for me, Little Mouse,” he coos as he lines his cock up to your mouth. You’re greedy, too horny to think straight as you grab it. You smack his cock on your cheeks before doing it on your lips and taking him in.

Jungkook groans deep from his chest as he slides the rest of his cock into your awaiting mouth, hitting the back of your throat until you gag and he pulls off. He sets a steady pace as you grip his thighs, mouth slurping and sucking as he fucks your pretty mouth.

“Fuck, Little Mouse. Just like that, baby,” Jungkook curses as his eyes flutter shut. He groans when you deep throat him, eyes focused on his abs and how they clench when you push yourself further before pulling off him. Jungkook pulls your hair as you envelop his dick once again, nose pressed to his skin as you gag and focus on your breathing as a few stray tears run down your cheeks.

“Shit,” Jungkook nearly loses his load as he pulls you off him. He shakes his head, shaking the stars out of his vision before he’s helping to your feet, hands ripping your clothing off, all except your thigh-high socks.

You help get his shirt off, moaning when he climbs over you with his broad body. Your hands grip his muscular back, tilting your head to allow his luscious lips to suck and bite on the column of your throat.

Just like he wanted, your legs wrapped around his slim waist. He curses as he kisses you once more.

“Ready?” he asks as he looks you in the eyes.

“Yes, please. Kook, I want it,” you assure him as he sinks into you in one mind-shattering thrust.

Your nails dig into his muscular back, a moan of his name tumbling from your lips as he slides home. You’re soaking wet, too horny to focus on anything other than his throbbing cock stuffing you full. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before fireworks go off.

Jungkook’s lips are like fire as they meet yours, warming you to your very core. His tongue meets yours, teeth moving to bite your bottom lip as he kisses down to your neck, marking you as his.

“Kook,” you groan as he pulls out almost all the way. The fat head of his cock is all that remains before he’s slamming into you once again. Your thighs cling to his hips pitifully as you pull him closer.

“That’s it, Little Mouse,” he groans. “Take my cock.”

Jungkook grabs your ankles in one hand, putting them over his shoulder as he pounds into you again and again. You grip the sheets, biting back moans before you give up and scream his name, not caring who in the frat hears you.

Jungkook smiles, kissing your lips one last time before he puts you on your hands and knees. You whine at the loss of his cock, but he’s quick to fill you again.

His hands grip your hips, anchoring himself as he slams into you. 

Jungkook smacks your ass once, and you beg him to do it again as you scream his name. You fuck yourself on his dick, meeting each of his thrusts. 

“Fuck, baby,” he curses, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He loves to watch you creaming his cock, begging him for more before you fall apart, face first into his pillows.

Jungkook follows shortly, panting as he lies beside you on his bed.

You roll over to face him, grinning when he kisses your nose.

“My Little Mouse,” he coos as he caresses your cheek with his hand.

“My Kookie,” you whisper, eyes bright as you look at him.

Jungkook grins, his heart fluttering wildly. “I’m glad you gave me a chance.”

“Me too,” you state, leaning in for another kiss. 

Jungkook had faith that no matter what life threw at you, he’d be able to overcome it with you at his side.

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[fruityrituals]

inked & marked

swiss ghoul x fem reader

summary: swiss acts on his feelings about a new tattoo you got dedicated to the ghouls

cw: explicit, unprotected sex, breeding, bondage, breath play, oral, blood, mask kink

(18+) / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Ghost Masterlist

(divider below from @cafekitsune) | pics above from pinterest

Today is the first time in a while that you have a lot of alone time. The ghouls and papa have been on a break from tour for a couple months now and today they've started doing practices since tour starts again in a couple weeks. You had no idea what to do with your day without the multi-ghoul. After cleaning your’s and Swiss’ room, doing some chores around the ministry, and giving yourself bangs, you look at yourself in the mirror after a shower and look over all your tattoos and decide that its time for a new one. The last few months, you have been thinking about getting a tattoo dedicated to the current Ghost era since they would be changing a lot of things soon and you want to have some type of permanent memory since you met Swiss in their current era. You get a tattoo of the ghouls helmet on your hip and once you get home, you strip down staying in just your black lace thong and bra with your knee high socks and laid in bed listening to music waiting for Swiss to get back. You know your ghoul and know that this tattoo will get some type of reaction out of him.

Swiss gets home about an hour later walking through the door of your room still dressed in his helmet and stage clothing as he says “i really need a bath i’m very sweaty and smelly and i-”. He pauses when he sees you in the bed in your lace. He quickly shuts the door behind him and quietly walks over to the bed. You were laying on your stomach with headphones on and reading a book so you don’t hear him come in. He observes your body as he starts to undo his vest, then tilts his head when his eyes reach the new tattoo. When he notices you don’t know he’s there, he lets his tail come around, caress your tattoo, then the tip of his tail slaps your ass. You jolt and turn around quickly looking up at Swiss with a hand over your chest “you scared the shit out of me!”. Swiss points at the tattoo as he keeps his eyes on it and says “whats that?”. You grin looking from him, to the tattoo, then back up at him “a little memory of the era i met you in, also to show my love for all of you guys. you like it?”. Swiss grins under his helmet as he takes off his vest and starts undoing his shirt taking that off too leaving him in hit helmet, pants and boots “undo my pants” he says as he looks down at you on the bed. You quickly crawl over to the edge of the bed in front of him as you run your hands down his torso first then undid his belt. Swiss was already bulging beneath the fabrics and it doesn’t take you long to eagerly undo his pants letting his dick spring out. You bite your lip looking up at him as you watch his chest rise and fall, “suck”. You grinned wrapping a hand around his length and place your other hand on his thigh as you spit on his tip before you start stroking his cock. He immediately moans knocking his head back as his tail comes around and wraps around your neck. You swirl your tongue on the tip and then take him into your mouth hitting the back of your throat each time as he moans out “fuck, such a good girl” as his tail tightens around your neck. You guys have safe words and gestures if you ever need him to stop, but if you couldn’t speak, your gesture was tapping his thighs, so he puts both your hands in his thighs as he wraps your hair in his fists and thrusts into your mouth taking all of him until you’re gagging on him. His tail wraps tighter around your neck until the edge of your vision starts tunneling and your head becomes hazy. After a couple more thrusts and his tail tightening, tap both his thighs with your hands 3 times and he loosens his tail and releases your head quickly pulling you up into his arms. He kisses your neck as you catch your breath and let you vision come back to you.

Once he hears your breathing evened out, he shoves you on your back onto the bed and quickly rips off your panties. You adjust yourself so your hips are half way off the edge of the bed as you watch him kick off his boots and the rest of his clothes, he then pulls off his helmet and he had a smirk on his face as he places the helmet on your head and secures the buckle under the chin since it was too big for you. You grin up at him then bite your lip as he gets on his knees beside the bed. His tail comes around and runs along your tattoo on your hip and around your pelvis then to your clit making you jolt and let out a soft whine. Swiss lines up his cock to your entrance slowly pushing into you as you drop your head back letting out a relieved moan. He grips your hips with both hands making you flinch as he sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt. Swiss only give you 10 seconds to adjust before he grunts and starts thrusting inside of you. He takes one hand off of the tattooed hip trailing his hand up and down your body then up to your neck wrapping his hand around it. You start to sweat already with the helmet on and you cant see him that well because it doesn’t fit you right. His tail is rubbing against your sensitive bud as he thrusts into you “you look so hot with my helmet on baby while you’re taking my cock like such a good girl”. His praises and the pace of his cock ramming into you combined with his tail working your clit sends your head tilting back causing you to arch your back and moan out his name.

Swiss wraps his arms around you as he pulls you to his chest and stands up from the ground while still buried deep inside of you. He sit on the bed putting his back against the headboard and settles you into his lap. You readjust yourself as you place your hands on the headboard above his head and start bouncing in his lap. Swiss lets out a whiny moan as he undoes the strap of the helmet and take it off of you “i need to kiss you and see your beautiful fucking face” he wraps one hand on the back of your neck and starts kissing you roughly as you both moan on each other. You pull away from the kiss after a few moments and look down at him and find him looking up at you with such lustful eyes and you say “so you like my new tattoo then?” You grin at him as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth sucking on it then bit it softly looking up at you through his lashes before pulling his mouth away and says “fucking love it baby and i love you” he kisses your neck and you moan out “i love you too” then you both kiss each other roughly again. You feel your orgasm sneaking up and he knows it as he feels your walls tighten around him. He shakes his head and pulls out of you causing you to gasp. You glare at him “what the fuck Swiss!” he grins as he puts his hand over your mouth and says “not yet baby” and removes his hans from your mouth and kisses you gently before moving you off his lap “hands and knees now”

You quickly move onto your hands and knees on the bed and he gets behind you. He leans over you as he pushes your face down into the bed leaving your ass in the air, then he takes your hands putting them behind your back and his tail comes around and secures your wrists together. Your heart is racing and your squirming and dripping on the bed waiting for him to absolutely rail you from behind. Swiss leans down running his tongue up your back, then he sinks his teeth into your shoulder biting you drawing blood. Your legs tighten together as you squirm a bit and he licks the blood from your shoulder then slaps your ass “spread your legs”. You let out a yelp and flinch as you keep your legs together liking to push him over the edge. He leans down and presses his lips to your ear “did you hear me? i told you to spread your legs and i wont ask again”. That sends shivers down your spine straight to your core as you reply “make me”. Swiss lets out a low chuckle as he sits back up and slaps your ass with both hands then leans down and sinks his teeth into your hip right above your fresh tattoo. You gasp letting out a whine into the bed as you give in and spread your legs for him and he replies with a “good fucking girl” then thrusts into you without warning sending a loud moan passed your lips as you bite the bedsheets. He starts thrusting into you at a harsh pace. The sting from him slapping your ass, the pain from the bites he made combined with his tail restraining your wrist and his dick slamming into you makes you feel like you are about to scream and come undone. He grips your hair with one hand pulling your head back as he continues his pace. You start to tighten around him and he moans at the feeling as he wraps a hand around to you neck and pulls you up flush against his chest as he thrusts up into you like that. His hand tightens around your neck as he whispers into your ear “i’m going to fill you up baby”. You nod quickly letting out a whine as you grip his arm and you quickly come undone and he follows close behind you as you both moan out and he empties deep inside of you as his thrusts become sloppy. He leans back on his heels as he wraps one arm around your torso and keeps the other hand around your neck as he kisses your lips roughly and keeps you there for a few more moments before slowly pulling out of you with a groan.

Swiss scoops you up right away carrying you to the bathroom setting you on the toilet as he starts filling the tub with warm water. As the tub fills, he walks over and stands in front of you cupping your cheeks and leans down kissing your lips very slow and sweet. You both smile on each others lips as he whispers “i love you” and you reply with and “i love you too”. He helps you into the tub once its filled and he sits behind you with his legs on either side. It always made you chuckle when he takes a bath with you because he was too big for it with his knees sticking out of the water above the edge of the tub. He takes a wash cloth wrapping his arms around you as he gently washed your body for you, then your hair. You return the favor to him and once you’re both out the shower and in bed, he walks over to you with some ointment for your tattoo. He kisses your ghoul tattoo then applies the healing ointment on it gently. Once he gets into bed, he pulls you flushed against his chest and you both sleep tangled with each other.

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[ladyveronikawrites]

Hi!!! Could I please have number 19 from the kink list and number 56 from the prompt list with Noah x reader?

Hi anon! Thank you for the request! Enjoy!💜

[requests are still closed I am just finishing the requests I had previously.]

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x female reader

KINK: #19 Breeding Kink 

SMUT PROMPT #56. “you can barely speak, so cute”

CW: breeding kink, roleplay, pet names, p in v sex (unprotected), mentions of pregnancy foot worship-ish, flufffff???, light bondage, Caregiver Noah

*This is a work of fiction, based on real people in fictitious situations. Please don't yuck someone else's yum; scroll on.//**

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You wake up to find the bed empty, again.  Another morning Noah is hunkered down in the studio before the sun completely rises. 

Which isn't helping your situation at all since you woke up horny. You sigh as you roll to your side and an idea hits you.  You slide out of bed and rummage through your shared closet for Noah's favorite hoodie and a pair and black thigh-high socks.  

You settle back into the bed and breathe in the lingering cologne that sets your veins ablaze and makes your pussy throb.  

Quickly, you grab your phone and take a few suggestive selfies to show him what he is missing. After you press send, you put your phone back on the bedside table just as you hear the studio door open and slam shut. Noah rushes into the room. 

“Thigh-high socks and my hoodie?” Noah bites his lip as he takes you in. "You know it makes me weak." Noah's eyes darken. 

"I know, " you smirk as your body practically vibrates with excitement and arousal. 

“I can’t wait to put babies inside you, little mama.” Noah undresses in record time. The bed creaks as he crawls in between your legs. 

In the dim light, Noah can see a flush spread across your cheeks and your pupils blow wide. “You like it too, don’t you?” Noah leans down and presses delicate kisses to your rosy cheek as he lines the head of his throbbing cock to your entrance. 

“Fill me up, Noah,” you whine as he pushes into you. 

Inch by inch he spreads you wide as your walls adjust. You wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in deeper, but he pulls back dragging out of you. “Slow down, baby,” Noah purrs. “I want you to feel good.” Noah stills completely and leans over to help you pull off his hoodie.

"Much better, " Noah says before nipping at your bare breast. Without warning, he pulls your legs up to settle on his shoulders and then brings your covered foot to his mouth where he plants soft kisses on the bottom of your foot.  

"These stay on," he groans, his eyes rolling back. 

You suck in a shaky breath as he moves on kissing the other foot. "You have the cutest feet." He rests your feet back on his shoulders to gain more access. 

Noah looks down at where you two connect as he slowly thrusts in and out of you. “You take me so well,” he praises. “Fuck, you like when I praise you don’t you.” You bite down a moan and nod.

“Tell me what you want. Use your words.” Noah’s voice turns cold.

“Need more,” you whimper as you move your hand down between your thighs. 

“No.” Noah grips your hips and pulls you into him more. Then he grabs your wrists to pin you to the bed. “Mine,” he growls as he adjusts so one large tattooed hand binds both of your wrists. His other hand pinches your pebbled nipple. 

“Fuck, Noah,” you cry out. 

Your back arches as he pinches the other nipple. You melt under this touch as he trails the calloused pads of his fingers down your torso.

His fingers spread your glistening folds and he circles your clit. You writhe under his touch, your clit becoming overstimulated. Your toes curl and legs threaten to tense around his neck. You shut your eyes tight as the pressure builds and your mouth pops open. You let out a silent scream. 

“You can barely speak, so cute,” Noah chuckles darkly as his rhythm becomes sporadic. 

“Look at me, please.” Your eyes pop open to his command. “Eyes on me okay, mama?’ 

All you can muster is a nod as pleasure makes your mind hazy. Noah thrusts deeper hitting at the perfect spot, his fingers keeping the same rhythm on your sensitive bud. Your lashes flutter as your head tilts back slightly, but by some force, your eyes stay on Noah as your orgasm plows through you. 

Noah’s release is not far behind yours as he exclaims “Fuck, I’m going to cum in you… and fill your womb,” he grunts releasing his life force into you.

Your walls clench around his throbbing cock as you milk every drop from him. “God you are perfect,” Noah says as he pulls from you. “You are going to look so cute when you get pregnant,” Noah sighs and pecks little kisses on your tummy and stretch marks. 

When Noah pulls away you start to get up from the bed. “Stay,” Noah implores with a smile. 

You meet his dazzling grin with your own. “Okay.” You love it when he takes care of you. 

Noah places a chaste kiss on your cheek before dashing to the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up. Noah climbs into bed and under the covers. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you into him. He kisses your hair and for a few heartbeats, you both remain still enjoying calm and closeness.

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[topguncortez]

Dragon ~ B. Bradshaw

pairing: B.Bradshaw x F!Reader (Trace sister)

word count: 3.1k

warnings: mentions of smut, cursing, dangerous flight situations, g-loc

synopsis: Being the younger sister to one of the top female fighter pilots has you on your toes and struggling to get an ounce of power.

“God for fucking once I don’t need you to bail me out!” Y/N yelled at her sister, as she threw her helmet across the locker room. 

“Well maybe, if you didn’t need bailing out, I wouldn’t have to bail you out!” Phoenix yelled. 

“You got in my fucking way! I fucking had him, Nix!” 

“I wasn’t even in your way and you were losing!” Y/N groaned and slammed a locker shut, walking away from her sister, “Yeah! Real mature! Throwing and slamming shit!” 

“I learned it from you!” 

Y/N couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as her, opting to grab her shower stuff and storm her way down to the other latrines. Y/N pushed the door open, not bothering to stop at the ‘male latrine’ sign on the door. Finding an open bench, she set her stuff down and plopped down with a heavy sigh. 

It was hard being the younger sister to Lieutenant Natasha Trace aka ‘Phoenix’. Y/N had been exactly a year younger than her, most people compared the two as twins, which they both quickly grew to hate. There was always a natural competitiveness to the two, always having to outdo the other, no matter what. Natasha turned 18 and joined the navy, a year later Y/N did too. Natasha got selected for Top Gun, and a year later Y/N did too. Now the both of them found themselves back at Flightown, on a mission where the outcome was still yet to be determined, but one thing was for sure, they both desperately wanted in on it. 

Y/N reached to the back of her head, pulling out the pins that held her hair in a nice and tight bun. She hated having to have her hair done, especially when it came to flying. She felt odd walking around with a braid in, seeing how perfect Phoenix’s hair was every day. So Y/N reverted back to her old lower enlisted ways, waking up almost two hours before first formation, going through almost a whole can of hairspray to make sure not a single flyaway was out of place. It felt like heaven at the end of the day, being able to take her hair down and take her fingers through the crunchy locks. 

Standing up, she took her boots off and then the flight suit that had become her main source of clothing these past two weeks. She stood in her black spandex and white tank top, digging around her hygiene bag for her shower stuff. 

“Did you hit your head or something, Dragon?” She lifted her head up to see the one and only Bradley Bradshaw standing in front of her. 

“No, I know exactly where I am.” 

“Ah, so you know that you are in the men’s latrine, half naked,” 

“Can I help you, Chicken?” 

Bradley chuckled at his nickname. Y/N and Bradley had gotten to know each other on a current duty assignment, and she couldn’t stand him. There was something about the way he walked, the way he talked that had her wanting to punch him. Then, of course, the icing on the cake was his friendship with her sister. All of them, actually. They all seemed to know each other, except for her. Y/N felt like the odd man out, watching them drink and have a good time at the Hard Deck. She would usually buy herself a drink, talk with them about how the day went, but when the music and the pool started, she would slip out the door, undetected and go back to her barracks room. 

“Wondering why you look so sad, really bringing down the vibe,” 

“Of the old, black mold covered, latrine?” 

“Yes. It has a lot of character.” 

She chuckled, shaking her head, “Just a little tiff with the older sister.” 

“Lemme guess, Maverick shot you with a ‘missile’” 

She nodded, slipping her dog tags over her neck. She could feel Bradley’s eyes on her as she bent down to take her knee high green socks off. Bradley’s honey brown eyes traced her long tan legs, seeing the dragon tattoo that resided on her thigh. That's how she got her callsign anyway. A certain young lower enlisted hookup and the reveal of the ink that she hid from her  parents and older sister. Y/N pride herself in knowing she had the first mythical creature callsign in the family, and her's came later. 

“Can I help you, lieutenant?” She asked, noticing his stare on her legs. 

“Did it hurt? The tattoo?” He asked, pointing at the ink. 

Y/N smirked, grabbing the waistband of her spandex and dropping them down her legs, revealing the intricate pattern of scales and flowers that seemed to stop just shy of her ribcage and the navy blue lace thong that was underneath her shorts. 

“No, it felt quite nice. I’ve always had a thing for pain,” Y/N said. 

Rooster was speechless, taking in the sight of her tan skin, her body almost on full display being covered by some flimsy undergarments that he could rip away in seconds. The sly smirk on Y/N’s face, as she turned around, letting him have a full look at her ass. Bradley felt all the blood go rushing straight to his lower region, as she grabbed a towel from on top of the lockers. 

“Any other questions, sir?” Y/N asked, turning back around. Bradley shook his head, watching as she grabbed the bottom of her tank top, shedding it off her body, “That’s enough of a show for you, sir.” 

All Bradley could do was nod, and watch Y/N walk away towards the showers. Once he heard the shower curtain slide shut he had to take a deep breath, trying to get his body to remember what breathing was. He adjusted himself in his flight suit, choosing to grab his shower stuff and shower in the privacy of his home. 

Where his thoughts were anything but pure as he leaned against his shower wall, fist wrapped around his aching cock, as he jerked himself off to the image of her. He could only imagine the way your skin felt under his hands, him tracing the intricate patterns of the tattoo on her hip. The sounds that would leave her lips, even hearing the small grunts and whines while doing 200 push-ups on the tarmac were enough to drive him crazy sometimes. Or the way his name would fall from her lips, or better yet, the way she addressed him properly. 

“Sir. . . is this good?” 

“Oh fuck yeah, that’s good, Y/N,” Bradley cursed, moving his hand up and down faster along his cock. Feeling the pleasure grow hotter and hotter in his body, until he was shooting white hot ropes of cum onto his stomach. 

— — — 

The next day everyone gathered in the classroom, Y/N and Phoenix taking opposite corners of the room, her in front left corner, next to Bob, her WSO, and Y/N in the back right, in a row by herself. Y/N liked sitting in the back, being able to watch everyone else. She watched as everyone filtered in, watching as Rooster swaggered in last, the certain way he walked with such confidence. When Maverick came in, everyone rose to attention until he called you at ease. 

“We’re switching things up a bit,” Maverick said looking at the class. Everyone seemed to shift in their seats, feeling the nerves. Maverick always kept them on their toes, in the air and on the ground, “Rooster, Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, Fritz. . . and Dragon, you’ll be flying as a team.” 

Y/N’s eyes widened as Phoenix turned around and looked directly at her younger sister, her face unreadable. Maverick dismissed everyone, and Y/N was one of the first people out of the room, trying to avoid her older sister, but that didn’t stop her from yelling Y/N’s  name. 

“Y/N!” Phoenix yelled, not even bothering to use her callsign, “What the hell was that!” 

“I didn’t know! I had no idea he was going to-” Y/N’s speech was cut off by Natasha’s harsh slap to her face. Y/N stumbled a bit, and then found her footing, quickly lunging towards her sister, “You bitch!” 

“Whoa!” Payback said, getting in between the two females. He grabbed Y/N’s waist, as Bob grabbed Phoenix, “Hey don’t kill each other before the mission.” 

“You throw one fucking fit about me saving your ass and you got me benched!” Phoenix yelled. 

“Maybe Mav finally saw that you’re a shitty pilot and knows you can’t complete this mission!” 

“Says the one who I had to bail out!” 

“Ugh, I hope you go into g-lock!” 

“Yeah, well I hope your eject-” 

As soon as the words left her mouth, Phoenix regretted it. There were some things that they would never say to each other, especially doing some of the most dangerous missions in US military history. No matter how mad they got at each other, they never wished something ill like death or a failed ejection. Payback released Y/N’s body, and she pushed his arms away, going straight for the tarmac. 

“Dragon! Wait!” Phoenix yelled, but Payback stepped in the way, stopping her, “Move!” 

“No, she’s about to go up in the air, she needs a clear head.” Payback said. Phoenix nodded and prayed to whatever God was listening to that her little sister would be okay. 

Y/N knew where Rooster was, knowing that he liked to sit in the silence of the locker room before getting suited up and heading to the tarmac. It once again didn’t phase her as she walked right into the men’s latrine, finding Rooster where she expected him to be. 

“Is it your fault that I’m not flying with Phoenix? Did you do this shit?!” Y/N yelled at him. 

Rooster stood up from his spot on the bench and looked at her, “I said something to Mav about possibly split-” 

“God can’t you men leave anything alone! I don’t need you or her or Mav or anyone to come to my rescue! There’s a reason i’m a solo pilot and that’s because I can handle my own shit without a fucking man sitting behind my shoulder telling me what to do!” 

Rooster opened his mouth to say something, but Y/N left the latrine before he could. He groaned, running a hand through his hair. That’s not what he was expecting when he talked to Maverick about possibly splitting Dragon and Phoenix up for a flight exercise. He was hoping she would be thankful for the opportunity to do a training exercise without having to share the sky with her sister. Instead, she seemed more angry at the fact that Phoenix wasn’t going to be in the air with her. 

The next time Rooster saw Dragon was during the pre-flight check. Bradley was going to walk over and say something, but Hangman beat him to it. Bradley stopped in his tracks, watching as Hangman gave her that panty-dropping smile he gives to every female he sees. Bradley knew that she saw right through Hangman's antics, usually not giving him the time of day, but she laughed. And not one of those awkward chuckles, a hearty laugh, tilting her head back and squinting her eyes. Bradley moved from his spot over to his plane, trying to fill his mind with the thoughts of the flight exercise and not the way she put her hand on Hangman’s forearm. 

Y/N climbed in her plane, getting comfortable in her seat before slipping on the harness. She let out a shaky breath as she looked around her cockpit, checking the gauges and reporting back her pre-flight numbers to her flight crew. 

“You feel good about this, Dragon?” Her flight chief, Grizzly asked. 

“I’m good,” Y/N said, and grabbed her mask, strapping it down, before flipping the switch to close the top. She waited for the flight crew to taxi her out into the runway, looking to her right to see her WSO team ready for flight as well, “Alright, let’s rock this shit.” 

Y/N waited in line for her turn to take off. She gripped the joystick in her hand, watching as Rooster, Payback and Fanboy took off before her. When it was her turn, she closed her eyes and said a small prayer, before pushing the joystick forward, letting the plane move and catch speed. She felt the nose catch air, and pulled back the joystick quickly, letting the plane get completely off the ground and sail through the air. In the hangar, Phoenix took a deep breath watching her sister take off in her F/A-18. 

There was something about cruising through the sky, seeing the sereness of the earth from a high altitude was peaceful. There had been times where Dragon would take an old fighter jet up, and just cruise around Flightown at sunset, trying to “chase the sun” before it went down. She loved flying, it was one of the things no one could take away from her. 

“You good there, Dragon?” She heard Rooster call to her via headset. 

“Let’s just get this shit done,” Y/N said, watching the Roosters move. 

“Fine, drop into the canyon,” Rooster answered. 

Y/N watched as Bradley dropped into the pretend canyon, following the flight pattern on his screen, Fanboy and Payback following in suit. Once it was her turn, Y/N dropped into the canyon, following the sharp turns that were presented on her screen. She had memorized this map in her sleep, knowing exactly how tight and how fast to take the turns. She also knew that time was important, keeping her eye on the ticking clock in the corner. 

“Come on Rooster, speed it up,” Y/N whispered. 

“Line it up, Fanboy,” Payback called to his WSO. 

“Lined up, drop it, Rooster!” Fanboy called for Bradley to drop the “missile” on the target. 

“Fuck!” Bradley cursed, missing his target, “It’s on you, Dragon.” 

Y/N inhaled as she flew closer to the drop zone, calling to her WSO team to line up the target. She watched as Fritz lined the laser, giving her a clear shot. She closed her eyes, counting the seconds until she was directly over it, hitting the button to drop the missile. Y/N opened her eyes, seeing that she hit the target. The next part was the worst, as she began the sharp incline out of the deep canyon. She pulled the joystick back as far as it would go, feeling her jet almost go completely vertical. 

“Keep breathing. . . keep. . . breathing,” She chanted to herself as she was fighting consciousness, “Keep. . .” She felt her head getting heavier, her eyes struggling to keep open and the blood leaving her brain. Y/N maintained to stop her jet from climbing any higher, but now she was starting to fall out of the sky. 

“Dragon!” Rooster yelled. 

“Fuck! She’s in g-loc!” Payback yelled. 

“Come on, Dragon!” Rooster called out, “Wake up!” Rooster directed his jet to go after her, hoping that him getting on her sensor would be loud enough to wake her up, “Dragon! Y/N!” 

It was like being in a dream, the constant beeping and hearing her name being called in her subconscious mind. She felt her head rock back in her helmet and her eyes flutter open. It took her a second to get her barings of where she was, but thankfully she realized what was going on. 

“Holy shit!” Y/N cursed, jerking the joystick up and pulling her out of a nose dive, “Oh my god, oh my god.” 

“Dragon, you good?” Rooster called, flying next to her. She looked over and nodded, feeling tears in her eyes. 

She had never been so thankful for getting her feet back on the ground. She didn’t even spend long doing post flight, and no one kept her longer than she needed to be there. Maverick didn’t say much to her either, telling her she did a good job and that he was glad that she landed safely. Phoenix was too scared to talk to her, opting not to say anything as Y/N grabbed her stuff from her locker room and went back to her barracks room. 

She was pretty sure she drained the whole floor out of hot water. Her shoulders and back were red when she stepped out of the shower, wiping the steam off of the mirror. She sighed, grabbing her hair brush and brushing out the tangles and clumps of hairspray she hadn’t totally gotten out of her hair. She did her best to push the emotions of the day away. She was still mad at Phoenix and Rooster, but she was also terrified of what had happened. Y/N had never hit g-loc, she knew what it was and how terrifying it could be, but the fact that there were seconds that she was in the air and not in control of anything was absolutely terrifying. 

Y/N got dressed in a pair of Navy issued sweatpants and a unit t-shirt. She grabbed one of the beers she had snuggled back into her dorm room, and cracked it open, sitting down on her couch in total silence. She sipped her beer, letting her mind go completely blank of the day's events, taking in a deep breath. It felt good, peaceful to be by herself and being able to decompress, until there was a knock on the door. 

Y/N groaned, getting up from the couch and going to her door, looking in the peephole and let out another frustrated groan seeing who it was. She opened the door and Bradley smiled at her shyly. 

“The hell do you want?” Y/N groaned. 

“I wanted to make sure you were okay, since you almost died.” 

“I did not almost die.” 

“Almost.” 

“God, you’re annoying! This is what I meant! I don’t need bailing out!” 

“You went into g-loc,” Bradley said, stepping into her dorm, and shutting the door behind him, “Your brain lost blood and you passed out.. . In a flying death machine.” 

“I know! Okay. . . I know. . .” Y/N said softly, “I-I-” 

“Hey, it’s okay,” Bradley said, walking over to her and pulling her into his arms. She gripped him tightly, afraid he would disappear or this was still a side effect of being in g-loc. Bradley kissed the top of her forehead as she sniffled. 

“Wanna get drunk with me?” Y/N asked, pulling away from her. 

Bradley chuckled and looked at the six pack sitting on her counter, “I mean. . . you only live once.” 

Bradley watched as she smiled, and walked over to her counter, grabbing a beer and digging for her bottle opener. Bradley smiled shyly to himself, trying to suppress his feelings that he felt. It took everything in him to not grab her and kiss her but he refrained giving her a small thanks, as she handed him a beer and then dragged him over to the couch.

#top gun #top gun imagine #top gun fanfic #top gun x reader #rooster Bradshaw #rooster Bradshaw imagine #rooster Bradshaw x reader #Bradley Bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw imagine #Bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #Bradley rooster Bradshaw imagine

[japhan2024]

Thighs on his mind

"But you know, if Ian and I didn't make that video, we potentially wouldn't have any of this."

Anthony tries to play it cool, as always. But when he looks at what 'this' means - Ian sitting right next to him, their relationship reborn, being able to confide in Ian fully, finally… he is totally lost. And then he looks down. Ian isn't wearing pants. He wears neat shoes and socks, and a meme shirt for their Jacksfilms Flashback with Smosh.

If Anthony hadn't made the Pokémon theme song lip-synch video with Ian, he wouldn't be able to see Ian like this, this up-close. He'd probably have some stuffy tech job, and who knows if Ian would still be his friend.

"Risk reward, guys."

read on ao3

Jack tries to keep the bro-level high, but he too is picking up the vibes between Ian and Anthony. Anthony can hardly look away. And even when he looks at Jack, his focus is off, making him gravitate to his left, where his best friend sits, all dainty and daring him to jump his bones. What is Ian thinking anyway? They dressed like bananas the shoot before this, and while Anthony put his pants back on, Ian just put on that shirt and looked at him. Anthony had a giggling fit, but when they walked into the studio, he lagged behind, his eyes fixated on Ian's legs.

"And then I wouldn't be sitting here with this."

Anthony's pants get really tight as Ian opens his legs. Anthony tries to lean in and see everything. Oh,right, the cameras, he always forgets they are there.

"With his left ball."

He tries to break the tension, but his eyes keep creeping down, down…

That evening, Anthony sits on his bed. Ian's thighs on his mind. He closes his eyes, grabs a pillow, and squeezes. Would Ian's ass feel like this? He puts the pillow on his face. Falling on his back on the bed, he screams at the pillow.

"Fuck! Ian… why do you do this to me…"

Ian is irresistible enough as it is. His style so effortless. So different than Anthony's. Ian was right during the funeral roast. Anthony puts way too much into his looks. Why does he need rings? Or flaunt his body on Instagram? Ian is right, so right. Anthony undresses and puts on the outfit he stole from Ian's apartment. He has like ten pairs of pants like this anyway, he won't miss it. Putting a similar belt on to complete the look, Anthony walks up to the mirror.

Now, this is more like it. He looks more effortless and still hot. He notices the mirror has some smudges. No, don't clean it, don't try too hard! He takes a couple of selfies.

He resumes browsing social media for a while. He presses like on some pictures of hot girls. But those thighs, those open legs, they occupy his thoughts completely. He sits up, stands up from the bed. He grabs his own ass. Would Ian feel like this?

"I need to take a shower."

Anthony undresses again and walks into the shower. He looks in the mirror. His tattoos remind him: breathe in and out, you got this. But soon, the fog clouds the mirror, and he sees Ian again. Slowly, he lowers his right hand and shamefully does what he's done a lot lately.

"Hmm, wow, Ian, your hand is so soft," he roleplays with himself. He caresses his own thighs, slowly moving towards his crotch. "Oh, Ian, I didn't know you liked me like that, haha… Yeah, I guess if you really want to, you can do it…"

While beating himself off, he imagines Ian standing behind him, pumping with those soft hands, which had caressed his face, and then slapped him. Yeah, he was blindfolded but immediately knew it was him. Ian's touch is like magic, making every hair follicle of his skin do that thing where the hair stands up right.

To be caressed like that, had driven Anthony absolutely wild. Why does Ian keep riling him up like this? Doesn't he know that there is a limit to Anthony's defenses? One of these days, something will happen.

Anthony imagines Ian opening his cheeks and entering him. Warm, hot, he puts the water temperature painfully high. Pain often does it for Anthony. Just a few more strokes.

Just before he orgasms, he sees Ian's thighs open wide to reveal a fresh, cute dong, so suckable… he licks his lips.

The orgasm is underwhelming, reminding him it's his own hand after all. The hotness of the water suddenly scorching, he shuts the water off.

A towel.

He walks back into his bedroom without any clothes on and turns the lights off. Anthony doesn't want to think about it. He'll just keep playing it cool. He's gotten away with it this long, so. He hugs his pillow and soon falls asleep.

#ianthony #spicy #idk what else is he to do lmao #fanfic

[kiss-theggoat]

The Ghost with the Most Pt. 2

The Ghost (Mitch) x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: It’s been almost a year since you’d fallen for Mitch, since he decided to keep you. You’d fit in with the other haunt actors perfectly, and started to work on your new face. Your first Halloween is coming up, and you can’t wait to impress him.

Warnings: Violence and Gore, Female pronouns and anatomy used, Reader kills people, Mitch loooves seeing you kill people, Suggestive towards end

You sat at the table in the back room, tapping your leg nervously as you listened for somebody, anybody to show up to the sketchy haunted house. The mask you wore was hot and stuffy, and the tule of your dress scratched your exposed thighs, making you wish your knee socks came further up. The costume was uncomfortable, but it completed the look so well.

A bang got your attention, you turned to the door and saw the other haunt actors standing in front of it, the clown in particular stepping forward. You scanned them for Mitch, but didn’t see him, which made you sad. You thought he’d want to see you before your first Halloween, considering how big of a deal it was to this group.

“Show time.” The clown grumbled, reaching forward to grab everything he needed, clipboards with wavers to attain addresses, the lockbox key to steal phones, and the ring of keys that all of the haunt actors get, clipped around his belt.

You stood nervously. Your room was last, and you knew they were testing if you were really worth keeping around. By the time people get to you, they know this haunted house is not just that, it’s actually killing them. They’re going to be on guard, and you’re in more danger than usual.

A pat on your back had you turning your head to meet the face of the Devil, a small grin on his face. “You’re going to do great, doll. Just remember to listen…”

You nodded in response to him, but internally, you wanted to say, ‘Lishen? How the hell do I listen to anything going on when I’m so far away from the rest of you?’ But you thought that might get you in trouble.

Again, with your head on a swivel, you desperately searched for Mitch. You wanted a hug, a kiss, even a damn high five from him before going. He would ease your nerves, but he was nowhere to be found. Your stomach was churning, hands trembling, and all you wanted was Mitch. But, as you walked back to your room, the haunt actors slowly began to dissipate, going into their own areas, leaving you completely alone in the hallway.

By the time you got to your room, you felt like throwing up all over the nice pink bedroom. You felt nauseous, like your heart was going to burst. You took your place inside the closet next to the bed, where a little peephole gave you a view of the room, and waited. Eyes closed, masked face leaning against the door. You tried to take deep breaths but the mask was suffocating. You had enough, and took it off. You’d put it on in time, it’s barely been five minutes.

You opened the door, walking out into the small bedroom. You sat on the bed, looking around. The compact mirror sitting there was enticing, even though you knew it was for the escape room. You tiptoed towards the mirror and slowly opened it, staring at your new face. The skin was stretched over implants that made your cheeks round and your chin come to a soft point, perfectly tattooed blush and long eyelashes, and a beauty mark on the right cheek to top it off. A beautiful porcelain doll, lately you’d become obsessed with staring at yourself, and so had Mitch. Your heart ached again thinking about Mitch…did he not want to see you? No…that’s not it, he was busy.

You set the mirror back down where it was supposed to be, grabbed your doll face mask, and walked back towards the closet you were supposed to be in to wait. The loud bang you heard from towards the entrance pulled you from your trance, making you tense slightly. People were in the haunted house now, and your test would be starting soon. This made it all more real for you, your hands started to shake a little bit and you really really wish you’d seen Mitch before you left. You chewed at the inside of your lip, walking towards the front door of the room to press your ear against the thick wood. You didn’t know how much you’d be able to hear but it was worth a try.

From what you could make out, it seemed like everything was going to plan. Silence, a bang, screaming, silence again. Ten minutes went by before you heard another noise, and this was closer. Much, much closer. You quickly scurried back into the closet, shutting the door as quietly as you could.

Your timing was perfect, as barely a minute later you heard the sound of a key in the front door. Confusion laced your features, the guests shouldn’t have a key to this door, its lock is automatic, triggered by another part of the house. You peered through the peephole, but the door wasn’t quite in your line of view. The door creaked open and you perked up at Mitch’s voice.

“This is the last room. I told you guys that you were close enough to the end that it would’ve taken longer to go back to the beginning…only problem is…I didn’t set this room up.”

He’s talking to the guests…he’s leading them out. You slowly opened the closet door, stepping out, your Mary Jane shoes making the floorboard creak. Relief settled in your stomach at the sight of your sweet partner in crime, Mitch.

Mitch nodded at you in acknowledgement, “Hey doll, uh…can you get your keys? I don’t got them for the end.”

You nodded. “Sure… i-is everything okay?”

Mitch stepped forward towards you, letting more of the guests into the room, one girl limping, holding her bleeding thigh, another man cradling a purple elbow and sucking on a busted lip.

You feigned shock, you were briefed on this situation and you wanted to help Mitch. “Oh my god…what the hell happened?” You asked, your hand covering the mouth of your mask. The guests moved away from you as you walked towards them, hands out and posture docile. “Are…are you guys actually hurt?”

“Yes we’re actually fucking hurt!” The girl yelled, making you jump at her sudden outburst. Mitch put a hand on your shoulder, a silent way to calm you down, reassure you of the plan. You nodded, grabbing your keys, fumbling with them slightly. “The uhm…the door is this way.” And then, you sighed, looking back at Mitch.

“The last key. I don’t have it…it’s part of the escape room.”

The man who wasn’t injured walked forward, quite quickly and threateningly towards you. “Well you fucking work in here, get the damn key!”

“I’m so sorry. I didn't set this room up, just assigned to stand in it.” You shrugged, holding up your key ring. “It’s a large key, and it looks different than all of these.”

Mitch stepped in front of you, a hand on your waist, pushing you behind him. “Listen man, we want to help you get out of here, but my manager sets up the house, and like I’ve told you. I can’t find him.”

You slowly turned towards the bed, where you knew the dollhouse was. Mitch spoke again, “You're going to have to solve the escape room.”

“We’ll help.” You said quickly, beginning to scour the room. You quickly turned over everything, making it look like you were genuinely searching, Mitch did the same. You turned, delighted at the fact that everyone was searching on their own, letting their guard down. Defenseless. You snuck towards the bed, crawling towards the doll house that kept the key. As quietly as you could, you opened it, top half of your body beneath the bed. The key fell into your hands as you solved the puzzle and you carefully put the dollhouse back together, holding the key in your palm as you stood tall.

“Nothing.” You said softly, looking around. You saw Mitch nod at you once, you nodded back. Without alarming the guests, you walked forward and slipped the key into Mitch’s white gloved hand, watching as he turned towards the door, the one you knew had a shotgun behind it. You took a step to your left, back against the wall so no one could sneak up on you and far enough away from the door to be safe.

The lock clicked and it was like someone had paused time. The shuffling of feet and soft conversation between the guests stopped, no sound, everyone frozen in place. Slowly, they all turned towards the door as the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel began to play. You had to think quickly. There were too many of them to take on, even with Mitch in the room.

“You found it! Uhm…there’s a…pressure plate. In front of the door. It won’t open unless you stand there while the song plays.” You said, pointing to the floorboards in front of the death trap. The guests looked at eachother, finding which one they’d send to an unintentional slaughter. As the song continued, you got nervous. They’d hear a gunshot and know you tricked them.

You emphasized your pointing, shaking your finger. “It’s not going to open. You have to be quick.”

The man who had no injuries walked towards the door. You thanked any god that might exist that he would be leaving his injured friends behind. Easier for you to get rid of.

The room was tense as the eerie, off-key song continued, slowing down until it paused. The man in front of the door squeezed his eyes shut and his friends stared in anticipation, but instead of the door opening, a loud shot rang through the room. Hot blood and viscera splattered onto your face and costume, your hands flew to your ears, blocking out the sound of the gunfire, then the sound of the body plummeting to the wood.

You stared at the man’s body. You had never stopped to think what a shotgun blast at just a few feet would do, and now you wished you would’ve turned away. Mitch seemed completely oblivious, stepping over the body to make it to the other guests. They screamed and scattered as Pop Goes the Weasel started back up, and a shotgun shell clattered against the concrete of the corridor. Before you knew what was happening, the man with the injured face was dead, face slammed against the corner of the dresser with Mitch on top of him.

The woman with the bleeding leg lunged at you, causing you both to slam into the ground. You groaned and gasped for a breath, the air was knocked from your lungs and it was then you noticed your mask had been knocked off.

“What the fuck…” she shuddered, her bleeding thighs straddling your waist. She began to hit you in the face, you could tell from the noises she made and how out of breath she was that she was putting in effort, but she was barely hitting you. She must’ve lost a lot of blood. You grabbed her wrists, pretty pale face now on display, and shoved her off of you, hearing her scream and grab her leg once more.

You reluctantly looked to Mitch, who had already begun fighting the last guest. A healthy woman, screaming and clawing at him, kicking with all her might. You knew you had it easy, so you looked around the room. Damn the Devil for deciding a kids bedroom was a good idea for an escape room, and it was at this moment you wished you’d been assigned the knife room or had been given the chainsaw.

With no sturdy weapon in sight, the door key shined on the floor, practically calling your name with its acicular point. The tune ended, a shotgun blast made you jump and let out a yelp, losing focus momentarily. But, lucky for you, it scared the girl as well. The doll mask skittered across the floor as you shoved it aside to reach the key, and when you finally grabbed it, you knew you didn’t have time to look at it. Time to look at her. You had to do it now, or you would never do it.

With a scream, you weren’t sure if it was you or her, maybe both, the sharp end of the key was shoved as far as it could go into the side of her neck. Warmth gushed over your hand and sprayed outwards onto your entire body, coating you both, which you supposed was a good sign that you’d hit an artery. With shaking hands and a stomach in knots you stumbled off of her convulsing, bleeding body, watching what remained of her blood soak into the wood and small rug. You stood there speechless, feeling nothing but hesitation. Should you regret this?

“That was…really fucking hot.” Your head slowly turned, you could feel blood drip into your eye, but you saw Mitch standing there, also covered in red, in shock. Mask still on, you couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking but the way he stood there gave you a good feeling that you’d made the right decision.

His cloak dragged the viscous liquid across the floor as he walked towards you, hands coming to your face. With a gloved thumb he wiped the blood from your eye, revealing your perfectly tattooed beauty mark. “My little doll…” he said softly, hands moving down your blood stained frilly dress to your waist. “You’re perfect…you fit in so good here…”

You felt your heart swell with pride, love, happiness, you weren’t sure, but you were sure that he was the reason for all of it.

His hands kept moving, one lifting the first layer of your skirt slowly and the other moving down to toy with the corset ties on your back. “You did so good on your very first Halloween…I think a reward is in order.”

A/N: idea suggestion by the lovely @free-for-all-fics I hope you like it!!

#slasher x reader #slashers #horror movies #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #horror fanfiction

[thegoblinwitch]

the plan had been to make this a 2 birds 1 stone affaire, and to show off my new thigh-high socks at the same time i was gonna show you the results of today’s tattoo session.

you know what they say about best-laid plans and all that…

my tattooist was working a convention this weekend, and she got the flu for her troubles, so had to cancel today. ☹️ but we’ve set it for same time next week.

the good news is that she had so much fun with working the design that she has 2 versions for me to check. so i’m looking forward to that next week, since it’s always a plus when your artist is enjoying themselves!

in the meantime, i had lots of fun showing off my new thigh highs that actually fit as they should rather than barely going past your knees. i got 2 pairs, so was lazy and wore them mismatched, because i didn’t want to put them on and off more than once. 😂

there were 23 pics that i thought looked rather good, but i managed to get it down to 9. i had fun and i didn’t want to just choose a couple (i’m bad with choices, i’ve said that before, right?).

#i really need more art on my skin #and marks #thigh highs are the best #so comfy too #kit's #diary #cheeky pics