#i'm kicking its ass right back

[claitea]

I love your second chance au so far!! Do you have any other info on it?

! i do indeed!! its pretty much a completed au actually, its timeline is complete, i just didnt have plans to release it All in drawing form since just the parts i posted seemed enough

volo in the present day is a librarian. its a simple quiet job where he doesnt really need to interact with people too much, plus his obsession with research translates into a general love of books so he'll often stay after hours when he's supposed to have closed up just to read. he's still very good at the whole fake nice guy act so his few co-workers love him and think he's the best senior the library's ever had but he's sitting there like "they don't know i tried to end the world once"

i havent thought about his team much but i imagine to lower suspicion and not draw attention to himself he strays from using the same pokemon as cynthia. he's already been asked if he's related to her a few times and he's just had to try pass it off as a coincidence so people stopped asking. he keeps using the togepi line though they're his lil buddies and he adores them actually

the au's timeline is simple. volo gathers together emmet, barry and dawn to go find a way to reach hisui to bring back ingo and lucas so that volo doesnt have to keep seeing their names pop up and get reminded of how he Failed so bad at his original plan. its just salt in the wound to keep seeing lucas's face after volo vowed all those years ago to keep trying to meet arceus, but he still hasnt succeeded 200 years on.

at first, volo tells them barely anything. he doesnt even explain why he knows ingo and lucas are stuck in the past. so combined with his grumpiness around them they all initially distrust him, especially emmet who's just become a cool uncle and was trusted to protect barry and dawn. this trio's general cheeriness eventually rubs off on even volo and he cant help softening up after a while of traveling. thats where the guilt sets in for him, really slowly, he doesnt even realize he's getting too attached for his own good until its too late and now suddenly he's starting to develop Empathy again. so eventually he'll at least say he's from an ancient sinnohan lineage that granted him immortality and thats why he knows where ingo and lucas are. hard to believe at first but also dawn remembers that one story about the immortal guy in kalos so like. this might as well be happening

they find a way to timetravel eventually, they track down the lake guardians to (safely, unlike team galactic) summon dialga. a little before he lets them go to hisui, its been so long since they started travelling and the guilt's chipped away at him so much he comes clean. admits the whole past ordeal with giratina and why ingo and lucas were taken was because of him - ingo was direct interference since it was his rift that pulled ingo through, and even arceus itself was forced to call the only person strong enough to stop him, lucas, into hisui. he expects them to hate him after that and was fully ready for it but, while they're shocked and angry, they... still want to be friends with him. they've come to understand volo's changed for the better since his hisui days, they've travelled with him long enough to know that for sure and its not just volo being really good at the happy chirpy friendly facade. they dont forgive him for past deeds, i mean can you really excuse trying to wipe out the Entire Universe, but they at least give him a much needed second chance (roll credits)

emmet, barry and dawn get to reunite with ingo and lucas, everyone goes home. from there i was actually tossing up two ways volo could go: one becoming a researcher again, maybe moving to other regions to help out there. the other becoming a pokemon trainer, pokemon journeys are all about broadening your horizons and connecting with others so volo could benefit from it probably. also cmon he has three friendship evolution pokemon, even if he used to call himself a "wielder" he probably actually cares about his pokemon a lot very deep down. maybe emmet even invites him to be a special guest final opponent on the multi trains with him sometimes.

#clai speaks #asks #second chance au #hehe thank you for asking! gave me a great excuse to talk about my beloved little au #writing this i'm now wondering like. cogita's canonically immortal or long living at least right. volo's not confirmed but-- #--you can interpret him as such. is cynthia immortal too? what qualities did this ancient sinnohan lineage have that made them immortal too #do you think its suspicious when people are immortal. like some government official is checking files #and goes hey hold up. this person's birthday is set 137 years ago. thats not right #with how there's been Multiple immortals in pokemon tho maybe theres just exceptions for them now. people dont bat an eye at it anymore #''yeah my pal jimmy accidentally ran into xerneas when he was twelve. pure accident. he just wanted a scatterbug. immortal now yeah'' #back on topic though also picturing volo guiding them to jubilife village and stopping at the gates #barry asks why and he says its probably not a good idea if people see him. barry drags him in anyway thinking its probably fine #it is Not fine as lucas attempts to kick volo's ass again as soon as he lays eyes on him #''LUCAS HE'S FINE NOW HE'S NICE. LUCAS PUT THE POKE BALL DOWN. LUCAS''

[norrisleclercf1]

i heard someone was in need of poly requests and i was summoned. anyway, this idea has been stuck in my head for days so i'll gift it to u😘

basically its pre-established polyship with lestappen and each of u are CONVINCED that the other two are dating (angst and pining ensues) sisksnsiekmwhswej but do with this what u will

oki bye bye love u nat🫶🫶

A/N: I don't normally write misunderstood trope, but honestly I'm loving this but I'm going to take a little spin on Max and Reader dating and flirt and tease Charles all the time, couple times you teased, and the one time he took you up on your offer

"You have a very small waist," Max comments one day, Charles jumping out of his skin, Max's voice brushing his ear, which has Charles stumbling forward and blushing. "I'm sorry what?" Max smirks, leaning over the railing as you giggle from your seat.

"You're waist, it's so small and perfect, really tiny when my hands are on it." Max lips turn upwards and Charles forgets how to breath as he'd get strike down with lighting with the image that just popped into his head. "Oh, I um....oh," Is all Charles can say in return which has you giggling. He can't help but let his eyes trail down noticing the small red between your legs and his eyes immediately snap back up to yours.

"I have to go!" He blurts and rushes off leaving you and Max, as you two watch him like he was prey.

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"Charles?" Your voice floats to him with so much ease he hates that you could whisper in a club and still know where you are. "Yes, chaton?" He quickly turns to you, forgetting his drink at the bar as you two stood in some fancy party. "Max left, I was wondering, would you be okay with driving me home?" You ask, fingers trailing up his arm which has him shivering.

"Why did Max leave?" He blurts, mind rushing so fast as he tries not to go weak in the knees from your perfume. "I don't know," You shrug your shoulders and lean into Charles, your breasts being pushed against him, he has to look away quickly to stop himself from getting hard. "Look, can you give me a ride home or not? Because he has to fly out soon, and I can't get out of this dress myself." Charles groans in the back of his throat and bites his bottom lip.

"Oh saint doux putain." He groans as he feels your hips push more into his. "Fuck, sorry I can't." He moves and bolts away, choosing to ignore the way Max was standing at the exit and watched as Charles ran.

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"Cold!" Charles yells, as Max screams and sprays the champagne all of Charles. This was the only time Max wasn't angry about being second, seeing Charles squirm and be sprayed with champagne was a glorious thing. "Oh fuck off, you love being sprayed in the face, don't you?" Max whispers in Charles's ear which has the Monegasque groaning, picturing himself on his knees and between Max's legs.

"You're right, I do. But only for you," Charles whispers, which has Max stumbling as they take the picture and Charles chuckles and gives a pat to Max on his ass. "See you later, nice race." Charles winks and walks off leaving Max reeling and a very noticeable bulge in his race suits.

The fans go wild.

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He couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't hold himself together anymore and he was going crazy. You "accidentally" sent him a picture of you riding Max and he knew exactly where you two were.

Storming up to the hotel room door he knocks loudly, breathing hard, only in his boxers and t-shirt as he was woken from sleep. "Charles?" You're shocked to see him there, but he doesn't care and tugs you into his arms and kisses you hard. A clash of teeth, tongue, and moaning.

Shoving you into the room he kicks the door and picks you up dropping you on the bed. Max smirking as Charles tugs off his shirt, glaring at the two of you. "This is what's going to happen, I'm going to fuck you hard and deep that just looking at me your pussy can still feel me inside you. And you," Charles glares which has Max smirking, all in his naked glory.

"You're going to let my suck your cock and then fuck me because I can't handle this. And then in the morning I'm taking you both to breakfast and then we're done with this little dance, deal?" He asks and you whimper seeing him this way.

"Deal," You both say.

You got a really big noise complaint about your room.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #formula one #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x y/n #f1 scenario #f1 smut #f1 one shot #f1 oneshot #f1 fics #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 x you #f1 x female reader #poly!f1 #lestappen x reader #lestappen x you #max verstappen smut #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x you #max verstappen fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x max verstappen

[starcolle-archive]

tabula rasa; keep moving forward

I’ve made some friends on tinder so far; some want to play board games and some want to get in my pants. But I’m talking to this kid [21; obviously not a literal kid, but it feels like there’s over a decade between us] about his depression in how the public unconsciousness is poisoned. (Speaking of which, I need to get back to writing the smut I was drafting while drinking. The guy’s getting pegged while he talks about parasocial relationships being deliberate creations of class based society; used to alleviate the rising temper of the inevitable clashing mentalities prevalent among the public unconsciousness. Obviously I’m not gonna do it justice in any way in a tumblr post, so I’ll keep it top myself for now.)

And as all the thoughts raise through my head, agreeing with him on how neoliberialism’s schadenfreude is morally decrepit, I’m reminded about our discussion(s) about tabula rasa and what it means to be one’s authentic self. Yeah, sure, ALL the kinky shit we talked about was fun, but it was always the intellectual discussions that I’ve missed most. Sure I may have been the moody sarcastic asshole at time, but I was always sincere with my interest in discussions & our intertwined betterment; no matter the topic.

So I guess that’s another reason why I’m reminding myself to keep moving forward like I used to tell you. I’m finally replying to my new therapist. it shouldn’t have taken me this long, but I’m so exhausted that I’m just now getting around to it.

Why am I even writing this? You don’t read it, and it’s already inside my head. I guess it is good to get it out, even if it makes me feel psychotic (I should probably get my psychiatrist to up my anti-psychotic, shouldn’t I? ...I jest; moistly, er, I mean mostly.)

[This is where I’d insert the sound of an hour long groan that you can’t tell if it’s the byproduct of a bad pun or from something else I might say; I’m hyper-aware except for when I need it most after all.]

#the amount of thesis I could write with a bottle of cheap ass screw top rose; a little bit of adderall; and maybe a little weed... man I #really wish I had the mental capacity to go back to college; part of my interest in a state job is the free state school classes; gotta go #to FSU like I(we) said I(we) would; right? well hey if you ever need a couch to surf (or bed but I doubt you'd want that offer) in Tally #it'll always be available so long as I'm stuck in this hell hole of a transphobic state ...fuck me up the ass (or have your bf do it) I do #not know how much longer I can stand the thought of being here; my agoraphobia has been terrible and #my ''husband'' has only marginally gotten better at being verbally abusive; she has a lot of points but she attacks me so harshly that all #I can really do is dissociate ...jk I've gotten a LOT better at picking my battles and knowing how/when to respond; if you thought I was #good at listening back then; well Im #noticeably better #(I was gonna use some arbitrary metric value but I'd rather let my actions speak for theself; and its not liek you have any interest in my #actions or my thoughts ...you've yelled at me enough times about all that already ...honestly I would've rather you apologized for all that #instead of ''everything'' that happened in our relationship; guess what: I've never kept score rather a catalog of things I'd want to talk #over if the time ever presented itself; fuck it I need to go get some sleep; trying to decide what kind of nightcap I'm in the mood for now #that I've gotten better at kicking bad habits; I've been slowly working sicne my heavy relapse(s) in summer of '20; anyways allonsy! KMF!!! #I need to get caught up with DW now that they've apparently brought David Tennant back) #personal #keep moving forward #I need to stop this absurd obsession when I know it serves no healthy purpose

[personasintro]

A part of Mutual Help series!

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language, Kiko is mentioned (this deserves it's own warning)

genre: fluff

word count: 1.8k+

a/n: Merry Christmas! ♡

Mutual Help Series

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“Oooh, what could be in here?” Taehyung muses, pursing his reddened lips that has gotten its own intense color thanks to the cold weather outside. 

What was he doing outside when you've been at this place for around an hour? Flirting, of course. 

“Knowing you, probably tons of condoms.” you answer, causing Taehyung to stop shaking the present he's just gotten from Jimin. It stops rattling under his grip as he shoots you a glare across the table. 

Unfazed, you reach with your chopsticks for a piece of meat before you put it in your mouth. Next to you, Jungkook cackles under his breath and Jimin looks proud by your little comment. 

“Well, miss I-don't-need-anyone, we all like to have our fun. Maybe you should try it.” Taehyung bites back. Though his tone sounds serious and deep with his thick accent, there's a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. 

You know how far you can take it to joke with each of your friends. Taehyung's got a thick skin and there's only so little you could actually say to offend him. Not that you would ever want to. Taehyung loves jokes and fun, he loves teasing and most of the time he's the one who takes it too far but never to actually cause a damage to your friendship. Whatever he says, you know should not be taken to heart literally. Therefore, no matter what he says about your single life – you don't take it as an insult. 

“Hooking up with a bunch of strangers? No thanks.”

He grins, “Maybe you should try it.”

“You offering?” you shoot right back, Jungkook choking on his soda as Jimin laughs out loud.

“You know what? Once you grow up a little, text me.”

You snort, “Stop acting as if I was a child.”

Taehyung shrugs, “No, but you're the baby of our group.”

Groaning, you frown. “Don't call me that.”

“Deny it all you want, Y/L/N but we all know the truth.”

“You guys scare almost every guy that looks at me. It beats the point of having fun.”

“Don't say shit like that, now! I'm all for you exploring and having fun.”

“Our point of fun is slightly different than hers, Tae.” Jimin comments, putting more meat to your plate as you thank him with a grateful smile. For the meat, of course. Although, he's not that off about the entire fun topic. 

“We all know what kind of fun we're talking about.”

“Alright, let's move on, yeah?” Jungkook calls, shaking his head at Taehyung.

“Here we go, protective Jungkook.”

“Why do you always somehow bring up sex in every conversation?” Jungkook scolds him.

Taehyung gasps, feigning offense as he points his finger at you. “First of all, she started talking about condoms!”

Jimin laughs out loud while you shoot him a glare for being too loud. God, you hope the owners won't kick you out. Talking so publicly about sex is often frowned upon. No one who wants to enjoy their meal wants to hear someone talking about sex from the other table. Unless those people are… open like Taehyung. He's always been a bit shameless. 

 Jungkook glances at you upon Taehyung's finger that's directed toward you. You shrug innocently. “So what? You automatically got into it.”

“You know it doesn't take too much for me.”

“That's true.” Jimin nods along with Taehyung's response. 

You laugh, “Just open the goddamn present, Tae.” 

He cracks a grin and starts laughing before he rips the package open. Surprisingly, it's not condoms – you would seriously laugh your ass out if it were – but it's a box of popular male fragrances in smaller versions. You recognize all of them, silently praising Jimin for this year's present. 

You all exchange presents for each other. There was an idea coming from Jimin, you think, last year to pick up a secret Santa for each year. But there's something special and thoughtful about buying everyone a gift. And it makes a slight burden to all your wallets, but nobody said the presents have to be expensive. Yet, they're always meaningful and nobody gives shitty presents here. 

You meet every year before Christmas since all of you spend it with your families. You've decided to make your own and celebrate it together, even if it's beforehand. This year it has to be because you're flying back home sooner than usual. 

They were kind enough to meet no matter what, said it wouldn't be the same if you weren't here. 

After that is done, Jungkook is the one to take you home since Taehyung came to pick you up. There's fog everywhere with snow sitting down and not melting anytime soon. You love when there's snow around Christmas time.

On your way home, it's not that late by the time you arrive. Jungkook helps you with your presents upstairs and accepts a cup of tea you offer him with a stern look. You're quick to shed the layers of clothes and make yourself more comfortable. You bring Jungkook his tea and make a hot chocolate for yourself.

“What you got in there?” you ask, plopping next to him as the warmth and scent of home hugs you. 

“A little something,” he says with a cheeky grin. 

Spotting the same Christmas wrapping paper he has used for all his presents, you give him a knowing look. You're about to protest and scold the shit out of him when he shakes his head with another grin. 

“Stop.”

“No, you stop!” you whine, “You already gave me your present.”

And it was great. Jungkook has given you two tickets to a water park that's located on Jeju Island. That alone tells you it wasn't quite cheap.

“It's not much, I swear.” 

“But why? We all decided on one present.” 

Grateful that he's so thoughtful, you're slightly annoyed that he broke the rule that perhaps never was so serious but it makes you feel bad. 

“Just because.”

“That's not a valid reason.”

“Sounds very valid to me,” he sings out, teasing you a little further as you both giggle. “You'll understand it once you open it.” he finishes it with that, urging you to open it.

Hiding the heat in your cheeks, you playfully roll your eyes and start unboxing the little box he has managed to sneak in his jacket. Curiosity and excitement takes over you because Jungkook's presents are always something else. You rip the package and gasp as soon as you recognize the familiar box.

“Kook!”

“You told me you ran out the other day.”

“Did you–”

“Bought it when Jimin bought Taehyung's present? Yeah.” He answers, already knows what you were about to ask. But you're too stunned to scold him for interrupting you.

You open the box and pull out your favorite perfume. A few weeks ago, you don't even know how that conversation came up but you mentioned to him that your perfume is running out indeed. It wasn't anything intentional of course, more of a whine when you were about to spray a tiny amount as you were about to go out. You thought he was barely listening to you, urging you to rush out your ass outside. His exact words. 

But he's always listening. 

“I think I'm gonna be more careful what I'm about to say in front of you. You're gonna buy me everything I mentioned.” you chuckle, taking a good inhale of your favorite flowery and powdery scent. You mostly use it during warm seasons but it's a good one even in the winter.

It's your staple scent. Everyone knows it. It's special. You were using it back at home and it not only smells incredible, it also holds a certain emotional attachment you have with it. 

“Don't worry about that, you're out of my budget.” 

You kick the side of his thigh as you cross your legs under your butt, carefully placing the bottle on the table next to the ripped wrapping paper. “I wanted to buy it after Christmas.” 

“You don't have to anymore.”

You give him a look, questioning his answer for everything as he simply justifies his thoughtfulness in the most basic manner. He always brushes it like it's nothing. But it's very special to you. He is. 

In seconds, you wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly. He lets out a surprised gasp, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he hugs you back. He's warm, smells like a mixture of his wooden cologne and winter air. 

“Thank you.” you mumble into his shoulder before you slowly pull away. “But seriously, you should stop spending so much money on me. Don't you have a girlfriend to spend money on?”

As far as you know, she's fine with it but who knows. Jungkook isn't the type to let anyone get into your or guys' friendships. But he's also in love and people in love tend to be slightly blind, if you must say so. Not that you speak from your own experiences but well, it's quite known. And Jungkook is definitely in love. 

“Don't worry about Kiko,” he assures you, “She'll get a good amount of presents too.”

“Well, I hope she loves you for you and not for your bank account.”

He scowls, causing you to give him a childish toothy grin that acts innocent. “She's not like that.”

“But I'm serious, you should stop spending so much money on people. Especially on me.”

“I spend my money however I want and you know what?” he asks with a grin, leaning closer to you as you watch him with wide eyes. “It's none of your business.” he flicks your nose with his thumb causing you to cuss him out as you push his forehead to get him away from your proximity. 

“So really, just accept it.”

“You're stubborn.”

“You're telling me?” he laughs out loud as if you just told him the biggest joke.

Rolling your eyes again, you purse your lips. “I wanted to be nice, you moron.”

“Be nice by just accepting it. And the simple thanks is just enough, not needed though. The hug was very nice.”

You slap his arm in a teasing manner which causes him to laugh even more. “I'll hug you for the rest of my life.”

“Promise?” he smirks. 

“I promise.” you giggle, nodding.

“Well, then Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas, Kook.” you smile, the warmth spreading all over your heart. Even though this year hasn't been all rainbow and sunshine, it's alright as long as you have these people right beside you. 

Who cares about presents? They're nice and show the thoughtfulness behind them by each of your friends. What you need the most is just them. And the special relationship you have with each of them will hopefully last your lifetime. Because if it doesn't, nothing will ever be the same. 

Without them you would feel lost. At the moment, you're anything but lost. You have your second family, hoping this tradition between you never dies and will continue years and years.

#bts fluff #bts angst #bts au #bts smut #mutual help #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #personasintro

[flametrashiraarchive]

referring to that one that suggested endowed! reader... i think it would be absolutely hilarious and awkward if one day muzan trips and falls into reader's booba- i wanna know his reaction- HGFDGFCDFDVCXC

Looool I cannot stop thinking about this.

First part is here

Okay let's go. Mildly NSFW under the cut but mostly silly.

That Time You Inadvertently Saved Douma's Ass.

You were waiting patiently for the upper rank meeting to end, but Muzan was pacing, which could only mean he was on the verge of a rampage the likes of which had never been seen. The veins in his forehead were close to popping and the air in the Infinity Castle was dripping with danger.

You knew this could go on for a while.

Upper moons five, four, three, and one were waiting with silent trepidation on a floating platform below, but Douma was summoned to answer for his latest mistake.

"Douma, I gave you one simple task; to locate the blue spider lily and bring it to me. And yet you have failed."

Upper Moon Two perches on Muzan's desk, pouting and swinging his legs back and forth as he watches the king of demons pace like a tiger in a cage. "Oh, Muzan-dono, you're right. I should be punished."

"And what punishment could possibly be severe enough for you to atone for the level of disappointment you have caused?" Muzan growls as he continues pacing.

"Ooh~" Douma chuckles, excitedly kicking out his feet. "You're letting me choose? Well, perhaps you should flay me, or pull out my fangs and fingernails, or-"

The Infinity Castle itself seems to hold its breath as Muzan trips over Douma's feet and stumbles face first into your ample bosom.

The only sound which breaks the silence is a deep, "mmh~" from Muzan, his groan vibrating against your sternum.

Douma's rainbow-colored eyes widen and his mouth falls open in silent gleeful surprise. "Uh... Muzan-dono...?"

A single, muffled word emerges from the progenitor of demons; "Nakime."

The sharp strum of a biwa whisks away the upper ranks and you find yourself alone with Muzan, his face still firmly lodged between your breasts.

"I am this close to destroying those worthless-."

"I know, baby, I know." You stroke Muzan's hair and let him stay in his happy place. "You good?"

"Silence." He shakes his head from side to side, burrowing deeper. He finally releases a breath and his shoulders relax. "Now I'm good."

You smile, knowing that Douma was absolutely going to send you sweets and flowers again tomorrow.

#kimetsu no yaiba muzan #kny muzan #muzan headcanons #muzan drabble #muzan smut #muzan kibutsuji #lord muzan #muzan x you #muzan x reader #muzan x y/n

[kisses4choso]

#SUPER SHY

SYNOPSIS: their praises are just too much for you, but in their eyes, you're deserving of every last one of them, and more. CHARACTERS: SANJI, ZORO, & LUFFY WARNINGS: short headcanons, foul language with zoro bc it's zoro, duh! NOTE: @matsunok02 is the lovely person who requested this, but i can't tag you, so i hope this finds its way to you!

SANJI:

your number one hypeman, no matter what.

you put in effort to dress up? he's going to lay down over muddy puddles so your new outfit won't get dirty.

you dressed down today? he's absolutely in awe of your 'effortless beauty', in his words.

when you shy away from compliments, it breaks his heart a little bit

he loves to talk and talk about you, so seeing that it might make you feel uncomfortable makes him rethink a little...

when he realizes it's because you feel undeserving?

he's not having it at ALL.

will make you do self-affirmations; he's not playing

"you're beautiful." "..." "well?" "i'm beautiful..." "I KNOW RIGHT?!"

he's kinda (really) annoying about it, but he's naturally cheesy so you gotta put up with it

and he doesn't limit himself to looks

no, he's ALL about you

you saved the crew's ass with a last minute strategy? you must be a genius!

and he goes into DETAIL

his strategy is mostly getting you used to compliments, so over time they don't feel so disconcerting to receive

if you're one of those people that deflects a compliment by complimenting someone back... he's gonna get you outta that habit

"look at you, i've got you all to myself? how luck-" "you look handsome too." "hm, i wasn't done. let's try that again."

and once you gain confidence around him? he's going insane.

something about your shy smile gets him GOING.

"you're an angel." "thank you, sanji." "ohmygodyou'resosexy."

10/10 confidence booster, might call you cringe petnames but worth it

ZORO

tbh... zoro isn't one for compliments

but he's honest, a man of his word

so if a shirt is unflattering, trust me he'll say "that shirt's ugly as shit"

you ask him how something looks on you really often

he might be saying "DAMN" in his head

his heart's pounding, he's having a coughing attack, he feels lightheaded, and suddenly he's losing grip on his swords...

but out loud? you're getting a "looks nice"

not even a full sentence, sorry

you'll probably hear more skill-based compliments

imagine the crew's celebrating a successful trip with a round of drinks and they're about to make a toast for you

(bc you kicked ass)

and you try to push the credit onto SOMEONE ELSE?

he's ready to fight you

"luffy tripped over his own feet and face planted, sanji missed a kick and started spinning, chopper and ussop fell overboard, nami steered us until we almost tipped over, robin got locked in a storage room, and i almost drowned. give yourself some credit."

now wtf are you gonna answer to that? nothing... so as everyone else is laughing and retelling their stories, he just brings his bottle close to yours, "cheers."

tough love

but he's so serious. you work hard for your acheivements, so if you won't recognize them yourself, he will.

now if you're tryna get a compliment compliment from him?

drunk zoro

he's like 1 shot away from passing out, slurring his words and all

"hmm? oh, where'd y'get that? s'pretty, yeah."

"that smile's gonna kill me one day."

"shit, y'look cute."

"fuck, don't look t'me like that."

yeah, alcohol is his worst enemy.

in the end, he mostly just shows you how he feels through actions LOL...

LUFFY

oh, he's completely unaware

but he's always tryna hype everyone up, and you're not an exception

will ALWAYS compliment you after a fight against the marines

"you did really well out there, let's get a meal to celebrate!"

if you go, "i was kinda useless, i don't know"

he's like "???"

just take the compliment because he's genuinely concerned and will argue with you until you give up

"what do you mean?" "it wasn't my best" "which means you're amazing even when you're not trying?" "oh" "yeah! cmon lets eat!"

if you compliment him, it turns into a competition

"i like your shirt, luffy." "thanks, yours is cute too!" "well, i think it goes nicely with your hat." "i think yours goes well with your shoes." "have you been working out more?" "i have, did you paint your nails a new color? they look cool!"...

yeah, it's never ending bc he doesnt know how to stfu

but trust, you'll never feel like luffy's lying to make you feel better

he's got a way with words when hes not being idiotic

"y'know, you're the kindest person i've met. i'm so lucky to have you next to me."

LIKE DAMNNN why are we being poetic

but if luffy's anything, he's genuine

so trust that the big stupid smile on his face when he sees you is something he cannot hold back

"why're you smiling like that?" "just happy to see you!"

and you're getting tackled to the ground

he doesn't expect anything back when he praises you, he does it because he feels like it

just don't try to deny it because he will NOT allow anyone, including you, to slander your name

also, whatever captain says goes

so if he says you're the bravest, prettiest, nicest, least smelly person in the entirety of the sea, it's true

just something quick to put out ><

#change in format #op headcanons #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #one piece #sanji x reader #sanji fluff #zoro fluff #luffy fluff #zoro x you #sanji x you #luffy x you #roronoa zoro #op x reader #op fluff

[spiderlyla]

Miguel and reader gf about to go to bed but shes wearing baby blue boy shorts as underwear and he just cant stop staring at the print of her pussy so when they’re about to gts he randomly takes off the covers and stuffs his face in between her legs.

“Mhm dont even needa take em off amor just love this pussy”

female (afab) reader × miguel o'hara.

cw: cussing, NSFW (minors dni), biting, mention of fangs, miguel being pussy crazed.

miguel wasn't sure where you got those from.

you always wore one of two things when you went to bed, just the regular white pair you have dozens of or those skimpy lace ones that he-oh-so-loved to rip off of you.

but this was something new.

you wore baby blue shorts, too short and a size too small, curving around your figure, your poor thighs choked by them. you bend over to grab some candles from your bedside table and miguel couldn't help but watch how the fabric hugged your ass perfectly and jiggled when you moved. you seemed oblivious to what you were doing to him, acting all naturally, like you weren't edging him everytime you brushed past him or everytime you bend over to grab something.

they were a little sheer, so when you sat down, he could visibly see a wet print right between your thighs. the urge to bury his face between your legs only grew as he uncomfortably shifted on the chair opposite your bed. you laid on your stomach, lighting up those two candles you grabbed before you went back to laying on your back.

"mm, mig, won't you come to bed, honey?" the way you said his name hypnotised him, like a siren's call. "I'm reading, amor." he truly wasn't. the book was long discarded on the little table beside him, its been sitting there ever since he laid eyes in you in those shorts.

you spread your legs a little while checking your phone, oh, you have to be doing this on purpose now. " 'nough reading, please. come to bed." that little 'please' was enough to convince him. he got up and walked over towards you. as soon as he did you dropped your phone on the counter and spread your arms towards him. he chuckled and laid down, and immediately, you rested your head on his chest, with a hand around his tummy and a thigh on top of his leg.

you pulled the cover over the two of you and got cozy. hee could feel the wetness between your legs stain his own sweatpants, and each time you moved, your knee brushed against his hardened cock. this was unbearable. truly and utterly unbearable.

he tried to take his mind off of all those filthy thoughts he was having but with the way your breath fanned on his neck, and those little sleepy hums of yours he truly couldn't take it. as soon as you started feeling comfortable enough to slip into sleep, miguel moved.

fast.

"mig? what are you doing?" he kicked off the sheets and moved on top of you, quickly making himself comfortable between your legs. he left a kiss on the exposed skin of your inner thigh, fangs grazing against the plush skin. you let out a small moan, trying to move away. he wasn't in the mood for teasing, his calloused hands kept your legs in place as he continued to push himself in between your thighs. "where did you find these?" he mumbled, noticing how the print got bigger everytime he bumped his nose into your clit. you squirmed in place, "in—in my drawer—they're old but really comfortable—ah, mig.." his tounge licked a strip over the cloth, not bothering to take it off. "y-you can take it off—"

"no." he moved your legs over his shoulders, all while marking your thigh with bites. "no need. not right now." to relief himself a little, he grinded into the mattress, just the scent of you driving him wild. your hands had found his silky tufts of black hair and with every tug he felt himself getting dizzy. the tip of his nose kept brushing against your clothed, puffy clit. "we should sleep like this.." the vibrations of his baritone voice ran up your core, and you let out a moan that could be perfectly described as pornographic. "..love being between your legs, amor." His lips brushed against the wet spot—that has since quickly turned into a pool, soaking your shorts.

"so wet for me, didn't do anything yet." his fingers found the waistband underneath your oversized shirt, and he slowly peeled the shorts off, leaving you completely and utterly exposed. your slick dampening your wine coloured sheets.

miguel looked up at you, his irsis swirling with something you recognised all too well, pure and utter desire. he leaned in silently, his mouth mere inches from you.

"all for me.." his tounge ran across your cunt, you could see his eyes blow wide as soon as he tasted you. he glanced up at you with a grin, saying only one sentence before he went back to the matter between your legs.

"wear these fucking shorts all the time."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o hara x reader #astv #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o hara #spider man atsv #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel fanfic #miguel o' hara #miguel smut #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x you #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel o #hara smut

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Getting fucked by ghostface!Billy in an alley on your way back from Tatum’s. He tried to scare you and pull this little stunt, but you figure out it was him

More Billy, YES (this is 1.5k, enjoy)

Please read the warnings before reading this one, some of the content might make you uncomfortable or be triggering for you

Warnings: 18+, dub-con, semi-public sex, p + v, non-protected sex, creampie,

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‘’Are you sure you don’t want to wait for Dewey to drive you home? He should be there at ten,’’ Tatum asked again as you were getting ready to leave. ‘’The psychos are out at this hour...’’ 

You declined her offer. ‘’I can’t. My parents will have my head if I'm not home before curfew.’’ You grabbed your backpack and opened the door. ‘’See you tomorrow!’’ You waved at her before stepping out and closing the door. 

The chill autumn air brushing your face and the fallen leaves swished on the ground around you as you walked down the Rileys’ driveway and took the sidewalk. You didn’t particularly enjoy walking alone at night — no women did, honestly —, but Tatum’s house was only a few blocks from yours. 

On the way, you admired all the carved pumpkins out on the porches and other halloween decorations, making you miss when you were kids. Halloween was still fun as a teenager, but no parties could beat trick-or-treating and exchanging candies with your friends. 

As you turned on Elm street, a growing unease pricked at your senses. Someone was following you. Your steps became quicker, but not quick enough that your change of pace would alert the person behind you. The last thing you wanted was to let him know that you knew he was following you. He could take a run after you and it would be done for you.

You thought of going back to Tatum’s, maybe Dewey was home from work, but you were almost home. Instead, you took the shortcut to your house and turned in an alley, thinking you could kick a trash can at your pursuer's feet in case he tried anything, but a shadow loomed over you. Panic surged through you, and before you could react, a gloved hand swiftly clamped over your mouth, stifling the scream that tried to escape.

Fear pulsed within you, your mind racing to comprehend the situation. You struggled against the grip, your instincts kicking in as you fought to break free. The scent of leather filled your nostrils as you twisted and wriggled, attempting to loosen the stranger's hold.

A distorted voice pierced the air, its chilling words sending a shiver down your spine. ‘’Don’t you know walking home by yourself at night is a danger-magnet? Especially with a tight little skirt like yours,’’ he said as the hand that wasn’t over your mouth slid up your thigh, making your heart race in fear of what was going to happen. 

A sickening feeling twisted in your stomach. Maybe you should have waited for Dewey to drive you home. Your parents would have been mad for not respecting your curfew, but at least you would have been safe. 

You tried to scream again, and fight back, but the stranger only laughed at your attempts. 

‘’You’re not gonna escape me, babydoll,’’ the distorted voice laughed, tightening their grip and pressing your front against the brick wall of a building. ‘’If you try, I’ll gut you like a fish.’’ Something cool touched your leg and tears pricked in your eyes. 

A knife. 

Tatum was right about psychos being out at this hour…

You turned your head slightly, trying to see who was holding you, but all you saw was a strange halloween white mask with a black hood. 

‘’Have you ever been told how good your ass looked in that skirt? Bet your boyfriend likes to take you from behind, uh?’’ The hand that was on your thigh moved up, pulling your skirt and lifting it up, making your skin crawl. 

The night air hit your bare ass, completely exposed to the masked stranger, and you pressed your thighs together. You doubted it would stop the man from doing anything, but you could at least try. 

‘’Mmh, what a nice ass,’’ he pointed out, smacking his hand on your ass-cheek, the sound resonating in the alley, and grabbing it. You squeaked at the impact. ‘’I can’t wait to feel it against me as I pound in your tight pussy.’’

Your stomach churned. Your night was turning into a nightmare. 

‘’Now, I’m gonna take my hand off your mouth, but if you dare scream…’’ he trailed with a threat.

You nodded, having no other choice. He was the one with the knife.

‘’Spread those legs, hands on the wall,’’ he ordered, the distorted voice glitching a little, causing you to hear the man’s real voice. It sounded familiar, like you had heard it before, but a lot of men had similar voices. 

Shaking that thought, you obeyed and parted your legs, holding a hiss when pressing your hands against the rough brick.   

‘’Now what?’’ you spat, looking over your shoulder.  

The stranger chuckled, then pushed himself up against the curve of your ass, letting you feel his erection through his clothes, the hardness and heat radiating from his body admittedly kind of hot. ‘’Now I'm gonna stick it in you and rearrange your insides, you dumb fucking bitch.’’

You gasped at his words, arousal leaking through your panties. 

A car drove by on the other end of the alley, making the both of you go completely still. Minutes ago, you would have been relieved that a car was driving by. Not anymore. A sick and twisted part of you wanted the masked stranger to fuck you against that wall. 

Once the car was out of earshot, the masked man another grope of your ass, then pulled aside your underwear, running a gloved hand over your folds and discovering your little secret. 

‘’Is this…turning you on?’’ 

You kept quiet, disgusted and ashamed of yourself. 

He laughed, keeping going with the teasing by pressing a finger inside you, making you gasp as you automatically clamped around it. ‘’It is turning you on.’’ You heard the smirk in his voice. ‘’Dirty little slut.’’ 

You whined at his words, his finger moving in and out, but not nearly enough. ‘’Please,’’ you surprised yourself by saying, chasing his finger. ‘’I need more.’’ 

If anyone were to see you right now, you would be mortified. Not only were you getting sexually assaulted by a masked stranger in an alley, but you were enjoying it. It was sick.

Much too soon, he removed his finger, making you whine in protest. You turned your head to glance at him, but his head was down and you couldn’t see much. 

‘’Think you can handle my cock in you? Your slutty little cunt is weeping around my finger,’’ he said as he reached beneath his robe, fighting with his belt buckle and zipper to free himself. 

Your stomach bubbled with excitement, your teeth catching your bottom lip when you felt his hard cock pressing against your entrance. You pushed back against him, the hard press of his tip prodding at you, his pre-cum mixing with your leaking arousal. 

Your jaw dropped as you felt his cock part your folds, pushing himself all the way inside before stilling for a few seconds. Fuck. His dick was filling you so good. He gave a first snap of hips and a moan escaped from your lips, louder than you were expecting. 

Behind you, the masked man stopped moving, clamping a hand over your mouth as he hissed in your ear. ‘’Keep quiet or I’ll stop playing with your cute little cunt. Can't get caught, can we?’’ he warned, forgetting to use the voice distorter and giving himself away. 

‘’Billy Loomis, you sick fu—’’ 

Your words were cut off as his thick cock plunged back into you, making you moan instead. 

Billy laughed. ‘’Surprise, babydoll.’’ He gripped your hip firmly with one hand, the second coming around your throat while he was pounding in you from behind, stars flying around in your vision as the pleasure filled your whole body, explicit groans and muffled moans filling the dark alley.

‘’Always so fucking tight,’’ he grunted, getting really hot under the mask. Halloween costumes were not made to be worn during sex. 

You tried your best to brace yourself, both hands flat on the brick wall as Billy kept pistoning into you, your legs were shaking with the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you. ‘’Ahh, yes, just like that!’’ 

After he emptied himself and rode the waves of your respective pleasure, Billy slipped out from you, a white string of hot cum connecting you to him. He smirked under the mask, loving to watching himself leak from your abused pussy and drip out and down your leg. 

‘’You’re insane,’’ you said, turning around to face your boyfriend, your wrinkled skirt still bunched up at your waist. 

Laughing, Billy pulled the mask off his face, his lips curved into a wicked grin. ‘’The best people are.’’ 

You both fixed yourself in silence, having enough played with public indecency for tonight. As thrilling and exciting as this had been, you didn’t want an actual stranger to see you exposed like that.  

‘’How did you know I just left Tatum’s?’’ 

‘’Stu,’’ he explained. ‘’Tatum called him saying you just left, so I put on that sweet little costume and decided to surprise you. Did you like it?’’ 

You grabbed the front of the black robe and kissed him in response.

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[tgcg]

argument

its a big one

TG: alright this is probably a bust

TG: more i think about it how the fuck do you even make a marinara

TG: can i even alchemise cheese or do i gotta like alchemise the milk and curdle it myself

TG: how do you even curdle

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TG: make a goddamn

TG: curgler

TG: whatever

TG: internet archive gonna pull through

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CG: ALRIGHT DAVE

TG: shit

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CG: YOU BETTER BACK THE FUCK OFF. I DON'T KNOW WHERE IN BULGEMUNCHING VIRULENT FUCK YOU GET THE IDEA YOU HAVE ANY RIGHT TO TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD THINK ABOUT MY OWN GODDAMN PLANET. SORRY TO HAVE TO DEAL A BLOW TO YOUR IMPOSSIBLY INFLATED FUCKING EGO, BUT HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED THAT YOUR SIDE-EYE SLACKJAW HOPELESS DEADPAN BULLSHIT BEHAVIOUR IS ACTUALLY INCREDIBLY FUCKING CONTEMPTIBLE AND DOESN'T PUT YOU ABOVE OTHER PEOPLE? HAVE YOU CONSIDERED THAT?

CG: OR DID YOU JUST ASSUME FROM THE MOMENT YOU FOUND OUT I'M A REVOLTING FUCKING MUTANT LOWBLOOD FREAK THAT I'M SUDDENLY NOT ALLOWED TO LIKE THE IDEA OF MY LIFE MEANING SOMETHING AT SOME POINT?

TG: okay you are wildly misquoting me where the fuck did that come from

TG: also you scared the hell out of me

TG: im just trying to science some pizza here

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CG: OKAY THEN, DAVE! EXPLAIN TO ME AS WELL AS YOUR AMBLING ONE-NOTE SMOOTH EXCUSE FOR A 'THOUGHT'SPONGE CAN

CG: IN SOMEWHAT COHERENT TERMS, ALTHOUGH I KNOW THAT'S A TALL ORDER:

CG: HOW YOU SAYING MY ADOLESCENT DREAMS OF BECOMING A THRESHECUTIONER ARE "FUCKED UP AND IRONIC IN A NASTY ASS WAY" DOESN'T QUALIFY AS UNDERHANDEDLY KICKING ME IN THE MANDIBLE PRONGS!

CG: YOUR AUDIENCE AWAITS YOU WITH BATED BREATH! TAKE IT AWAY, M.C. BRAIN HEMORRHAGE.

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TG: okay i dont

TG: know how you got a hold of that phrasing because i said that shit in confidence

TG: get out of my business bro

CG: NEWSFLASH, ASSHOLE: THIS METEOR IS A PHYSICAL, LITERAL LOCATION WE'RE BOTH IN. IT'S NOT A FUCKING PRIVATE CHATROOM. THIS MIGHT BLOW YOUR PITIFUL MIND BUT PEOPLE CAN ACTUALLY HEAR OTHER PEOPLE TALK WHEN THEY HAVE TO SHARE A SPACE! BRO!

TG: ugh

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CG: AND IT'S VERY INTERESTING YOU ACCUSE ME OF MISQUOTING YOU, AND THEN SUDDENLY TURN AND SPOUT FROM THAT SHITTY DRONING GROANSHAFT OF YOURS THAT I'M INVADING YOUR PRIVACY WHEN I DIRECTLY QUOTE YOUR SMARMY LITTLE SHAMEGLOBES!

CG: WOW! TURNS OUT KARKAT IS ACTUALLY BEING GENUINELY FUCKING UPSET ABOUT SOMETHING — WHO KNEW, RIGHT? WHO WOULD'VE GUESSED THAT I ACTUALLY HAVE GENUINE COMPLAINTS TO LEVEL AGAINST THE PEOPLE WHO GO SPOUTING HOOFBEASTSHIT ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK TO THEIR ECTOSIBLINGS?

TG: no dude can you shut up a second

CG: I MOST CERTAINLY FUCKING WILL, THANKS FOR THE OFFER! I'M NEVER TELLING YOU A GODDAMN THING AGAIN, SO I HOPE YOU MANAGE TO GAIN SOME WRINKLES TO THAT VESTIGIAL FLAWLESS ORB FLOATING AROUND IN YOUR CAVERNOUS NUGBONE FROM ALL THIS. I HOPE IT WAS WORTH ALL THE EFFORT ON YOUR END.

TG: listen!!!!

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CG: MHM! MY AURICULAR CHAMBERS ARE WIDE OPEN!

TG: jegus

TG: okay

TG: i have no defense for my literal phrasing but how expeditiously did you shadowstep the fuck away after i said that

TG: because that is some shrek tier "princess and ugly dont go together" level misrepresentation of my sweet self

TG: like if this wasnt obviously a heated platonic argument we were having i would probably be digging what the reference even if it was a shitty trope

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TG: i just

TG: have been thinking about some things and none of those things have got an iota of a thing to do with you or your blood

TG: thing

TG: man

TG: i dont know why you think id be so pressed about your vein juice its like

TG: a normal ass color for a normal ass guy

TG: and obviously it was a major fucking deal from how you talk about it but it doesnt need to be anymore

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TG: the thing is i just dont like have the same attitude as you about fighting and stuff and thats not something i am getting into right now but i am gonna make it expressly clear

TG: that its just kind of fucked up for me to sit my ass down and listen to someone spew gold and medals and confetti colored shit going googoo all over tall and loathsome ass bloodletters he never knew

TG: and have him tell me he wants to be the best guy at combat since samurai fuckin jack

TG: and thats my capital B business believe me the emphasis is there

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CG: SO IS THIS ABOUT ME WANTING TO BE PART OF SOMETHING YOU DON'T AGREE WITH? BECAUSE THRESHECUTIONERS DON'T EVEN FUCKING EXIST ANYMORE. I LITERALLY COULD NOT DO THIS IF I TRIED AT THIS POINT, SO YOU CAN UNKNOT YOUR “KNIGHTY WHITIES” ABOUT IT.

TG: being anti-military is not my point but damn if it isnt a thing thats probably true anyways so good job sleuthing that out

CG: WHAT IS YOUR POINT, DAVE.

TG: bluh

TG: i just said i dont wanna talk about it man

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CG: OKAY,

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CG: OKAY.

CG: I MEAN. IT FEELS KIND OF IMPORTANT TO THE CONTEXT OF THIS WHOLE UNAMBIGUOUSLY PLATONIC ARGUMENT WE'VE BEEN HAVING

CG: WHICH I'M RELIEVED WE AGREE ON BY THE WAY

CG: BUT IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO KNOW I'M NOT GOING TO WRING IT OUT OF YOU. IT'S FINE.

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CG: …IF YOU DECIDE AT SOME POINT THAT YOU WANT TO TELL ME THOUGH, MY RUMBLE VESSELS ARE STILL OPEN.

TG: i swear youre making those up on the spot at this point

CG: I'M KEEPING MY LANGUAGE'S ART ALIVE, DAVE. IT'S BASIC DECENCY TO THE PLANET THAT RAISED ME.

TG: heh

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TG: yknow we got these things called anatomical snuffboxes

TG: its got that right amount of vague nose wrinklage to it that i feel like youd be right at home saying that

TG: snug as a grub even

CG: WHAT PART IS THAT???

TG: its that little weird bone bit that sticks out on the back of your palm when you flex your thumb right

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TG: look

CG: HUH. LOOKING AT THAT IS KIND OF WIGGING ME OUT.

TG: yeah its kinda gross rose told me about it

TG: but anyways

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TG: are we cool

CG: I MEAN… I GUESS SO. YOU WEREN'T ACTUALLY INSULTING ME, RIGHT?

TG: hell no dude never

CG: OKAY. I COMPLETELY RESCIND THE MYRIAD OF WAYS I JUST INSULTED YOU. AND I'M SORRY.

TG: nah i know its just fluff at this point

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CG: I STILL DON'T APPRECIATE YOU TELLING ROSE THINGS I SAY TO YOU IN CONFIDENCE. THAT WAS BETWEEN YOU, ME, AND MY NOW NON-EXISTENT HOME PLANET ROTTING AWAY TO A CRATERED GRAY HUSK IN ANOTHER DEAD UNIVERSE.

TG: i swear that was like the only thing its just that she gets it and i cant keep my mouth from going on about the gettable stuff

TG: they call me the babbling brook the way my flows so audible

TG: i wont do it again

CG: NO,

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CG: I GET IT HONESTLY.

CG: I'M BASICALLY THE NUMBER ONE PROPRIETOR OF AIRED GRIEVANCES IN ALL OF PARADOX SPACE AND THEN SOME, AND I'D ALSO BECOME ITS BIGGEST HYPOCRITE IF I HELD IT AGAINST YOU.

TG: thanks

TG: but i mean

TG: at the gigantic risk of sounding uh

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TG: ………..

CG: ?

====================

TG: well

TG: i kinda just think youre better at being a guy to chill out and watch movies with than a guy to tangle fists with

TG: and i dont think theres anything wrong with being that

TG: i think its cool

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CG: …THAT'S AN ALARMINGLY BRAZEN OBSERVATION TO MAKE OF SOMEONE YOU'VE KNOWN FOR ABOUT THE SPAN OF SEVEN SEASONAL EQUINOXES, DAVE.

TG: i dont know what that means but it sure is probably

CG: AM I ALLOWED TO ASK WHAT EVEN GIVES YOU THAT IMPRESSION????

TG: i just got that inkling about you man

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TG: and you can do whatever you want with that info

TG: throw it in the load gaper or whatever if you want i dont really care

TG: give it a swirly and slam it in a locker call it a nerd break its glasses whatever

TG: but beyond this whole lord english thing weve got going on i am pretty content to never aggress my fellow man slash alien slash monster again if i can help it

TG: i think thats pretty fair given what thats been like so far

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TG: and yknow its cool to have some company when im waxing emotional over the narrative depth of click starring adam sandler which we are watching next by the way

CG: UGH, FIIIIIIIIINE. JUST TO MAKE UP FOR CALLING YOUR THINKPAN SMOOTH AND SUPERFLUOUS.

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TG: score

TG: we should argue all the time

CG: SNRK

#davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #homestuck #meteorstuck #comix #argument

[bleubrri]

toji doesn't understand the concept of personal space.

it was cute at first, he was big and thick and brutish and yet he clung to you like a magnet to steel. but the practicality of it was another story.

he'd keep you hugged to his chest through an entire movie despite you sweating from his stifling body heat, kiss you until you couldn't breathe while his hands lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, and despite your literal king sized bed, he chooses to fall asleep with his full weight on top of you, arms firmly wrapped around your waist making it impossible to wriggle from his grasp.

you groan as the rays of light peek through your blinds and illuminate the broad shoulders that block your line of sight.

"toji." you mutter, patting the familiar mass on top of you. he grunts and makes no effort to roll over to his side of the bed.

"toji, move i've gotta pee." you say, writhing against the mattress and attempting to shove him away. his sigh tickles the skin of your neck, but he relents and shifts to his side, allowing you to slide off of the bed and make a beeline to the bathroom.

after you've relieved yourself, you go through your skincare routine and load up your toothbrush with toothpaste. the flouride doesn't even get the chance to coat your enamel before the door’s opening and toji’s heavy footsteps hault behind you-- right behind you in fact, your back hitting his chest when you straighten up from rinsing your mouth. you don't acknowledge him as he rests his forehead on your shoulder, continuing to brush your teeth. he pokes at your ribs, making you jolt and swat him away with your free hand.

all of 30 seconds later his large hands are snaking under your-- his overiszed shirt and pawing at your chest, his hoarse voice telling you to "come back t' bed."

"oh my god you child, can you gimme a second?" you garble through the foam in your mouth. his hands have slithered down to your hips by the time you've put your toothbrush back and given your mouth a final swish of water.

"okay, c'mon, i'm do--" your words are replaced by a yelp as he throws you over his shoulder in one swift motion. kicking your legs proves useless as one of his arms covers the back of your knees to lock them in place. you can't help but laugh when he slaps your ass that's perched on his shoulder.

"put me down you barbarian!" you shriek as he carries you back to the bedroom like a ragdoll, smirking and turning his head to sink his teeth into the meat of your thigh.

you're still laughing when he collapses onto the bed and hovers over you, using his arms to cage you in and spattering your face with kisses. he only stops his attack when you pull him in by the neck to connect your lips. it's sweet and chaste and has you sighing against him. he pulls away a fraction to meet your eyes, lids heavy as his words fan over your lips.

"wanna go back to sleep." he mutters.

you raise a brow at him. "okay?"

you're met with silience, verdant eyes boring into yours as his unsung request hangs in the air.

a scoff escapes you and you roll your eyes, opening your arms and gesturing for him to embrace you. his low hum of satisfaction vibrates through his chest and sinks into your skin, passes through flesh and bone and nestles into the beating muscle in your chest. his head finds its rightful place in the crook of your neck and your fingers toy with the silky hair at his nape.

maybe it's because you're so used to it, but you can't imagine life without your little routine. the comforting pressure from his body pressed into you, the subtle scent of rosewood that seems to be embeded into his skin, and the shallow puffs of air that skim your pulse as his breathing evens out, easing you into peaceful sleep.

its far from perfect, but it's yours, and you wouldn't change a thing. <3

#going back to my roots of dumb toji hcs😋🤞 #toji x reader fluff #toji x reader #toji headcanons #toji scenarios #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x black reader #toji smut #jjk x reader fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen imagines

[choke-me-joey]

Matching Tattoos

Eddie Munson x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, DO NOT GIVE ANYONE OR YOURSELF TATTOOS AT HOME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO TO A PROFESSIONAL THIS IS FICTION AND A VERY UNHYGIENIC SITUATION FOR NEW TATTOOS, blowjobs, gagging, swallowing, friends to lovers, Eddie is so fucking sweet, porn with some plot followed by fluff.

Part 2

"Isn't she pretty?" Eddie grins, producing the homemade tattoo gun from under his bed. Pretty was a very strong word. More like a clump of sketchy looking metal held together with even sketchier looking screws and rubber bands.

You scoff. "If you think she's pretty I'm seriously starting to question your taste, Munson. Going from Chrissy Cunningham to this? That's quite a decline."

Eddie rolls his eyes.

"You're never going to drop that are you? Chrissy was a 5 minute crush, besides, she's been dating that douchebag Jason Carver for ages now." Eddie waves his hand to signify his distate. "Anyway, nowadays my taste is more...refined, thank you very much. Hence why I am going through the world's longest dry spell at the moment. Now shut up, and get on the bed. We're doing this." He buzzes the tattoo gun for extra effect.

"Yessir." Giving him a cheeky salute, you lie down on Eddie's bed as he messes around with the ink, and something crinkles beneath you. Your brow furrows as you dig underneath you, and you pull out a dog eared magazine. You flick through the pages, your cheeks flushing. "Jesus, Eddie, resorting to porno mags? You really are suffering." You throw the crusty magazine at him, laughing. Eddie quickly kicks it under his bed.

"What? I got needs, Y/N, and its not exactly like there's a line of babes wanting to fuck the town freak."

"Not even with the whole struggling rockstar vibe you've got going on?" You cock your eyebrow, shooting him a smirk.

"Right? I should be drowning in pussy," he grins, and you roll your eyes. "Still want it on your hip, right?"

"As long as it can be covered by a bathing suit so my parents don't murder me, have at it."

Eddie gulps as you unbutton your jeans, shimmying your hips out of them and exposing your simple black panties to him. You then roll your shirt up your stomach and tie it in a knot to prevent it from getting in his way.

It wasn't like he hadn't seen you like this before, he'd seen you in a bathing suit hundreds of times but this....this was different. This was you, half naked, on his bed. You that Eddie had been harbouring a crush on for a good year or so now, hence the dry spell. He didn't want anyone else, he wanted you, his best friend, his partner in crime, his girl. Nobody in this deadbeat town even came close, not anymore.

He was ashamed to even admit that the magazine you'd fished out from his bed was merely a distraction tool. So many nights he'd fucked his fist thinking of you, the way your body glistened in the sun that time when you sunbathed out the back of his trailer in that black bikini, the way your breasts threatened to spill out of the cups and your ass peeked out from the bottoms that left very little to the imagination.

He had to get you out of his head. It was sick, it was wrong, you were his best friend. His beautiful, funny, smart, sexy as hell best friend. If he had to beat off to some random chick in a disgustingly cheap porno magazine just to stop him thinking about you, so be it.

But honestly, when you'd asked him to give you a tattoo on your hip, the magazines just weren't doing it anymore.

Eddie cleared his throat. "You sure about this Y/N?"

"Eddie, shut up and ink me already," you smile, playfully nudging him with your foot. "You drew it up, yeah?"

"One bat comin' at ya," Eddie grins, showing you the little stencil he'd drawn. It was an exact copy of the largest bat out of the swarm on his arm. "You know we can never not be friends after this right? Matching tattoos is a pretty big commitment."

"Until death do us part." You teased.

"I fuckin' do," Eddie kissed your hand, making you snort. Your friendship had always been like this, flirty to the point where people were always wondering if you were together or not. But that's all it ever was, all bark and no bite per say. "Can you move your, uh, your-"

"Panties, Eddie? For someone who used the phrase 'drowning in pussy' earlier I refuse to believe 'panties' gets you all flustered." You tease, pushing down your panties and exposing your skin to him.

Eddie can feel his palms sweating as your panties slip dangerously low, almost exposing that dip between your legs. His mouth is as dry as the fucking desert when he catches a glimpse of your smooth, soft skin. God, he wants to put his mouth there. He wants to put his mouth all over you actually. He coughs once more.

"Right, let's do this, pretty girl." He carefully cleans the area you want tattooed with some antiseptic liquid before laying the stencil down, carefully pulling it away to reveal the outline on your skin. "Looks metal, babe, you ready?"

You nod, clutching his comforter in one hand as he brings the needle to your skin and the buzzing starts. You bite your lip as you feel the needle meet your flesh, a searing burning pain but not too unbearable.

As he drags the needle across your soft skin, Eddie is sweating. He's so close to a part of you he desperately wants to explore, to kiss and lick and make you scream his name until you're sobbing in ecstasy. But he can't. Why would someone like you ever be interested in the town freak? The nerdy metalhead that spends his free time planning extensive D&D campaigns, or playing in shitty dive bars to a crowd of not even 10 people didn't compare to the jocks who went to endless parties, or did something better than spending their spring break in their trailer getting high and watching horror movies.

"Whatcha thinking about, handsome?" Your sweet, sweet voice breaks him out of his thoughts and he looks up at you. God, you look like a fucking angel right now, all draped across his bed with your hair over his pillow. He knows he'll be able to smell the shampoo you use on that later.

Eddie, always one to almost never lose his cool, shoots you a cheeky grin.

"Thinkin' about how I could tattoo my name on you, pretty Make sure everyone knows who's girl you are."

"Everyone already knows, I've only got eyes for you, dungeon master."

Fuck, he wishes you wouldn't call him that. Not like this anyway. Not with this amount clothes on. Or not on.

"Less of the dirty talk, you. I'm trying to concentrate here." He growls, wiping the residual ink off your skin, refilling and continuing his work. You try to ignore the throbbing in your panties and how good his hands feel on your bare skin.

-

35 minutes later, it's Eddie's turn. After cleaning and covering your new artwork, you get yourself dressed (much to Eddie's disappointment) and turn to him with a wicked grin.

"Pants off, Munson."

"Yes, ma'am." Copying your salute from earlier, he unbuckles his handcuff belt and undoes his jeans, shimmying out of them and tossing them somewhere in his room. He also pulls off his Hellfire shirt. You raise an eyebrow. "What? Can't risk anything happening to it, I gotta wait another week before I can get more!"

"Alright, nerd, lie down." You smile, rummaging around in your bag for the little design you'd drawn up for him. You pass the small design of the devil from the Hellfire logo to him and he grins.

"That's metal."

"So metal that nobody is gonna see it unless they're going down on you."

"Yeah, but we'll know it's there. It'll be like our dirty little secret, Y/N."

"Hot," you laugh as Eddie lies down, putting his arms behind his head. He tilts his head down towards his hips.

"Get to work, missy."

You'd been practising on that gross fake skin stuff in preparation for this, but nothing could have prepared you for touching Eddie...here. His skin was so soft and warm, and he smelled so good. A mix of his old cologne he'd gotten from you last Christmas, smoke and a hint of sweat. It was so Eddie, it made your heart flutter and somewhere else flutter too.

You think Eddie takes the needle like a champ, but when you look up at him about 20 minutes later, his eyes are screwed shut.

"Hurt that much?" You grin and he shakes his head, eyes still closed.

"Nah, babe, honestly, I'm...fine." He hesitates. You stop for a second, tilting your head to the side in question. You go to wipe off some of the excess ink and your arm brushes over his boxers accidentally.

Oh.

"Eddie, are you-"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, don't talk about it." Eddie chokes out, his cheeks flushing. His loose plaid boxers had done a good job of hiding his semi, but when you'd brushed against it, it was game over.

Eddie was hard.

"I-is this like a normal reaction to getting tattooed, or...?" You stutter, your mouth feeling dryer than fucking Gandhi's flip flop.

Eddie sighs, throwing an arm over his face.

"No, it's a normal reaction to a very, very pretty girl hovering near my dick, babe." He says in a small voice. Your cheeks flush as you place the tattoo gun down on his bedside table.

"O-oh. Well, do you want me t-to stop? Or I could help with...I could help you with that?"

Eddie groans behind his arm.

"Babe, don't tease me like that, that's just cruel. 'Sides, wouldn't you feel...weird jerking me off?"

Your mind had not gone to jerking him off. In fact, it had gone a step further.

"Oh, I-I wasn't...I was gonna, um-"

"Blow me?!" Eddie throws his arm off of his face and stares at you, and you pretend you don't notice his cock jumping in his boxers. "You, my super hot best friend Y/N, are seriously offering to suck my dick right now?!"

"I-I’m sorry-"

"Sorry?! What the fuck are you sorry for?! Making all my wet dreams come true?!"

You giggle. "Eddie, shut up."

"No, I'm serious, Y/N, you've been in here-" he sits up and taps the side of his head "-doing some nasty shit for so fucking long. Why do you think I'm jacking off to shitty porno mags instead of chasing pussy?"

You're silent, a slow smile spreading across your face as your hand creeps over his crotch, gently palming at his cock which jumps in your hand.

"Well, lucky for you, dungeon master, you've also been the star of my wet dreams."

Eddie falls back onto his pillows with a groan. "Fuck, I can't believe this is actually fucking happening."

"Tell me what you want to do to me, Eds." Your voice is low and sultry as you give him a squeeze. He looks at you, tongue darting out to wet his chapped lips. You tug at his boxers, giving him a questioning look. He grabs your wrist.

"Are you sure about this, Y/N? Cos if it's a choice between getting off, or keeping you as my best friend, I'd rather keep you babe. Blue balls and all."

You smile softly; Eddie was too sweet for his own good. It was one of the things you loved most about him.

"What about if you get to get off and still keep me?" You say, pushing his hand away and slowly pulling his boxers down. His cock springs out, slapping against his lower stomach. He was long and thick, uncut with an upwards curve that the very sighmade your pussy clench. You huff out an exasperated laugh. "Holy shit, Eds."

"Good 'holy shit', or bad 'holy shit'?" Eddie's cheeks are flushed as he smirks.

"You know the answer to that." You wrap your hand around his cock, making him hiss as you stroke the silky skin. You pull the foreskin down to expose his angry looking, reddish purple mushroom head, and a drop of precum blurts out. You continue to stroke him, eyes fixed on his face.

"Fuck, stop looking at me like that," Eddie groans, his cock twitching in your hand. "'S too much."

"Like what?" You smirk, straddling his thighs. He can't answer you, any sort of answer immediately wiped from his brain as you lower your mouth to the head of his cock and lick, tasting him for the first time. His hips buck, forcing more of his cock into your mouth, making you gag out of surprise.

"Shit, sorry, sorry," Eddie gasps. "Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good, don't be surprised if I come like, super quick, okay? Been thinking about this for so fucking long you have no idea. And you look....God, you looking so fucking beautiful right now."

You shoot him a soft smile, pressing a kiss to his cock before taking him into your mouth properly, swallowing as much of him down as you can.

Eddie's hand comes to your hair, gently stroking it as you bob your head up and down. The flavour of him blooms over your tongue and makes you hum in appreciation.

"Fuck, babe, your mouth...shit, it's so fucking good, taking my cock so well..."

You pull up and suckle the head, flicking your tongue over the slit. "Holy shit, you're gonna kill me, sweetheart."

You smirk, pulling back and pursing your lips, allowing a glob of spit to fall from your mouth onto the head, dribbling down the shaft. Eddie falls back onto the pillows. "That's it, you've killed me, you're blowing a dead man, baby."

"A dead man who's gonna come in my mouth, right?" You mumble, jerking him quickly, your spit allowing your hand to slide over his shaft with ease. Eddie keens, his teeth gritted.

"You can't say shit like that, angel, I'm about ready to blow as it is."

"Do it, I want it." You reply, taking his cock into the warmth of your mouth once more. You allow him to fuck your face, both hands now resting on the back of your head as you swallowed around him.

"Shit, fuck, oh my fucking god, baby, Y/N, I'm gonna come, fuck I'm gonna come so fucking hard in that pretty mouth of yours, yeah? God, you're such a good girl, so good f'me, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!"

Eddie comes with a broken moan, his hips thrusting upwards and his hands holding you in place as his cock pumps rope after rope of cum down your throat. You moan, relishing the taste of him, which makes Eddie shudder at the overstimulation. You swallow everything he gives you. "Fuck, sweetheart, can you show me?"

You begrudgingly take your mouth off of his cock and open your mouth, tilting your head back slightly and sticking your tongue out to show him that you had indeed swallowed his cum. "Holy shit. I'm gonna get hard again." He groans, his chest heaving and his cock twitching slightly. You giggle and place a kiss to it, and Eddie grabs you, pulling you on top of him, careful to avoid the new ink. "I can kiss you, right?"

"I think we're past that, Eddie" You smile and squeak in surprise as he pulls your face to his, capturing your lips in a hasty kiss. It's a chaste kiss, experimental and you break away briefly. His eyes lock with yours, as if he was trying to search them to see if this was okay. "It's okay, Eds" you whisper, nodding gently. His eyes dart to your mouth and back up to your eyes.

"Do I get to keep you?" He whispers, his fingers softly stroking your cheek. You brush your nose against his.

"You get to keep me."

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #stranger things smut #stranger things fluff #eddie munson

[weebsinstash]

I'm not typically a fan of pregnancy au stuff for hazbin because it introduces a hell lotta new questions, but anyways, I DO find it absolutely entertaining thinking about a Reader who did the nasty with Alastor and had kind of a friends-with-benefits situation with him and he does his whole 7 year disappearing act without warning you or telling you anything at all (assumedly because he did not have a choice or opportunity) and he comes back, knocking on your front door, "say, doll! What's say we mosey on over to our old favorite jazz club to catch up on old times?"

and suddenly peeking out from behind your back is just the cutest little fawn with a head full of curls who is very clearly Alastor's son, clutching at your apron, "Mama, isn't he the man you listen to those old recordings of? He sounds the same"

Alastor feeling this, this WARMTH in his chest as you invite him inside your home and it's completely different from the last time he was there, filled with everything your son could need, his drawings and report cards from that nice school you break your back to afford stuck lovingly on the fridge and a hot home-cooked meal currently cooling on the stove as Alastor's invited for some food... if he feels comfortable. You and him discuss privately where your son can't hear as you get all weepy, "I'm sorry, but when you disappeared, I couldn't... ASK you what you would have wanted... I didn't want to have some kind of, of PROCEDURE and you hate me for it... and even from the very first scan, I loved him so much... he's my entire world... I couldn't even CONSIDER... getting rid of him. He's my beautiful smart baby boy and i would die for him"

Genuinely I think it would be real funny if Alastor is initially quite jealous actually for having to share you with a CHILD, but the more time he spends around the young boy, the more he realizes, oh, this is quite the upstanding young fellow! His mama raised him right and he likes to help around the house, likes to read lots of books, loves all kinds of music, helps his mother on all the crosswords and word searches and puzzle books, and he's smart enough to suss out pretty quickly, "sir are you my father"

and the second your son receives an answer, just, KICKING THE RADIO DEMON IN THE SHIN, "You're a horrible man!! You call yourself a gentleman but you left my mama to raise a baby all by herself!! You're terrible! Incorrigible! Disrespectful! Untoward!--" Your young son is breaking out the goddamn dictionary and synonyms on this man, "you lying, deceitful, devious, DEPLORABLE--"

And Alastor is watching this little kid threaten to beat his ass and not even caring that he's up against The Infamous Radio Demon, just shouting at Alastor until the young boy is absolutely changing colors in the face, getting SO SO upset for his mama that he's ready to FIGHT OVER IT, and Alastor is just, essentially, breaking out into laughter, "oh, so you ARE my son!! Aren't you a gutsy one!! Put JUST a little force behind that next one and it might actually sting a bit!" and pats the boy on the head. That settles it; he's accepted as Alastor's son like THAT

Of course, Alastor now caring for this boy does not come without its... complications. There might be some 'incidents' if you, for example, have other positive role models for your son, other men who are regularly coming around, making Alastor's new position as the boy's father and your not-quite-husband (yet) feel threatened and unstable and encouraging the Radio Demon to 'act out'. You're so happy to have Alastor back in your life that you don't even notice things are a little off until your son starts mentioning things like "Mama where did Mr Thomas go? He used to come by every Thursday to play chess but I don't remember seeing him for a while?" "Mama I know Benson has bullied me and pushed me down and stolen my things but I saw his mom crying outside the bookstore earlier saying he's gone missing and I think we should help look for him" "Mama I know Mr Alastor said we don't need her and he can teach me but I also like my old piano teacher. Could I have some lessons with her and some with Mr Alastor instead of just all of them with him? I miss Ms. Mason"

But like... you don't want to deny Alastor a relationship with his child after they both have already lost so much time and you don't want to deprive your son of his father without a good reason, so you stifle some of your suspicions. It's all for your son's sake, isn't it? And you can't help but, get a little selfish when Alastor insists on taking you and your boy out, going to see live bands, going to local events, taking your son to the county fair and you feeling tears in your eyes as, your boy finally gets to spend time with his father. It's like... it's like you're a real family... you've always wanted something like this, for him, for them, for yourself--

But... Alastor doesn't... see you THAT way, does he? He displays his emotions much differently than you, and there were even times in the past where Alastor himself drew the line in the sand that, oh yes you two were quite close friends, he has such a deep affection for you, but... romantically? Sorry, sweetheart, but no

... or so he thought. Now that he's back, he sees how deeply you love his son and sacrifice so much for him amd how much your son absolutely adores you and how, completely by yourself, without any of Alastor's help, you raised him into a fine young man that... the Radio Demon could see himself helping raise, a boy he can't help but feel a little pride in helping make and, can't help but feel a little sad he missed all sorts of important milestones for. And of course, of course of course of course, he missed YOU ever so much, and when Alastor looks up from his paper to see you at the stove, hair all out of place and your hands messy as you cook a meal for your son and his father, your little boy dutifully helping clean as you go, he can't help wish that THIS was how he spent his last 7 years.

Lucifer have mercy on anyone who tries to disrupt his new utopia of peace and tranquility. Could you even imagine, could you even fucking imagine you and Alastor are walking with your son and nearby TVs snap on and it's fucking Vox, showing your family on TV, talking shit to Alastor, using HORRIBLE language in front of your son--

And Alastor feels his love for you grow all the more as you use your own magic to surge through the television and begin strangling the newscaster right on the air, "DONT YOU DARE SHOW MY SON'S FACE ON TV YOU FUCKING--" and Alastor starts lovingly conversing with his son about how important it is to stand up for your family and your values as the pair of them watch you throw Vox around his recording studio in a frenzied rage, "You and your disgusting Vees always trying to peddle your worthless garbage to kids, you CREEPS!! BABIES DON'T NEED IPADS, RETINOL CREAMS, SKEEYEE DANCE ROUTINES, AND ATHLEISUREWEAR LEGGINGS THAT GO UP THEIR ASS, YOU CONSUMERIST IMMORAL SHELL OF A HUMAN BEING--"

Snapcut to you rejoining your family on the sidewalk with your hair a mess and visible blood on you while Vox is facedown on the floor in his broadcast unable to move before it cuts to a "technical difficulties, please stand by" screen. Alastor is oh so genuinely joyfully smiling, "Now who wants to go and get some waffles? I say we should celebrate any victory over our enemies with some tasty grub!!" and he takes you and your son's hands and is all but skipping down the sidewalk while his hated rival is bleeding out in his tower somewhere. Oh, Alastor will give the Television Demon his own revenge for daring to try and shame the lovely beautiful mother of his child and his beloved boy on that disgusting show. What kind of degenerate uses children for content, let alone threatens their safety? Alastor will be back for him later and do much, MUCH worse than you did.

For now, though? Alastor just wants to enjoy the sight of you and his son sitting in a booth with him while you all scarf down some hotcakes. A family of his very own, huh? How wonderful. If only his own mom were here to see it...

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere x reader #alastor x reader #hh #sinprompts #god do you ever think about how people in hell feel miserable if their family is on heaven #you dont WANT your loved one to be suffering in hell but... if thwy were at least you could still see them #catch me crying out here piss drunk to alastor because my mom/granny are in heaven and he nods knowingly bc his mom isnt down there either

[javiscigarette]

Ease

Javier Peña x f!reader

Requested:

requesting… daddy!javi comforting u after a stressful work day 👀 pls n thank

warnings: no use of y/n, established relationship, fingering, squirting, spitting, spanking, a bit ass play (I cant resist), dirty talk, daddy!javi obviously, d/s dynamics obviously, extreme overuse of pet names and I'm not sorry, fluffy Javi deserves its own warning

w/c: 5.3k

a/n: the long overdue Javi fic is finally here lmao I wrote this very quickly and I haven't written for him in a long time so it may not be my best but I'm honestly just proud that I finally got something out :)) pls let me know if you like it!! ALSO! I reached 1.5k followers awhile ago which is just mind blowing so I just wanted to say THANK YOU to everyone who has joined me and continues to support me. This blog and all the friends I've made here have helped me through some pretty rough times and I'm forever grateful AHHH I just you all soo much!!

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You’re not there to greet him when he opens the door. Usually you’d have a glass of whiskey in your hand for him, already a little tipsy from the glass you had for yourself earlier.

There’s a unpleasant shiver that runs down his spine as the thought of you being in some sort of danger immediately crosses his mind. But the sound of you puttering around in the kitchen gives you away. That and the haze of smoke and smell of burnt food wafting through the entire apartment. 

He kicks his shoes off and loosens his tie as he rounds the corner to the kitchen to find you standing in front of the stove, tending to what he assumes is some chicken in a pan. The exhaust fan on the range hood and the ceiling fan are working overtime, pushing the smoke out of the kitchen and through the open window. 

“Hi, bebita” Javi says as he enters the smokey kitchen. You don’t say anything in response, just give him a quick sideways glance before turning back to the stove. 

He crosses the room and moves to stand behind you. Maybe if he had seen the frown on your face, or the way your eyebrows are deeply creased in frustration, he would’ve said something very different. 

But he didn’t see. 

“Dinner smells delicious” he teases, squeezing your hips. He’s expecting a little chuckle from you, or at least an annoyed eye roll with a hidden smile. 

So he’s caught very off guard when you slam the spatula down on the counter with a loud, frustrated sigh.

“Well I’m sorry that I tried to make a nice meal. Guess I’m fuckin’ useless at that too.” 

You try to push yourself out of his grasp, but his grip only tightens. 

“Hey okay okay, easy.” Javi soothes, turning you around so you’re facing him. “What’s wrong, bebita?” he asks, his tone immediately switching from teasing to soft and tener.You puff out a heavy sigh, refusing to look up at him and staring at his white shirt stretched across his chest instead. 

All the thoughts about your horrid day at work that you’ve been trying to block out break the damn and come flooding back into your head; your boss telling you that you fucked up two different major tasks and refusing to tell you how to do them correctly, catching your coworkers gossiping about you in the breakroom, your computer dying right before you could save any of the work you had done for the day, and how you tried to come home and cook as a distraction but you clearly forgot about the chicken sitting on the stove and almost caught the house on fire. 

You hadn’t even noticed the tears welling up in your eyes until Javi is wiping away the ones that have brimmed over and slid down your cheeks. 

“Cariño…” Javi whispers, his tone drenched with concern. That’s all it takes. You instantly break down, falling forward into Javi’s chest as your whole body shakes as you sob, your tears wetting the crisp fabric of his shirt. 

You tell him everything in between wet gasps and uneven breaths, unloading everything at once. He just holds you through it, nodding along and giving you an occasional understanding hum while running his palms up and down your back until you finish talking. 

“Your boss is an asshole” is the first thing Javi says. “Your coworkers too” 

You respond with a pathetic sniffle. “I really fucked up though. And now everyone thinks I can’t do my job” 

"Bebita,” Javi starts, continuing to rub soothing circles on your back. “Everyone has tough days at work. It doesn't define your abilities or your worth. You're so much more than a single bad day."

You sniffle again, still leaning heavily against him for support. 

"It's just... I'm tired of feeling like I'm constantly failing."

Javi clicks his tongue and moves one hand to use two fingers to gently tilt your chin up, making you meet his easy gaze. 

"You're not failing, mi amor. Sometimes things don’t go as planned and that’s okay. You're learning and growing."

You wish he wasn’t so right all the time. Sometimes talking back to the false narrative that runs rampant in your head 24/7 is too much work. 

"I know”  you sigh, wiping away tears with the back of your hand. “It’s just hard not to let it get to me."

Javi's thumb brushes against your cheek, his touch gentle and comforting. 

"I understand. Just remember you're not alone in this. I’ll always be here for you, my sweet girl” 

You manage a weak smile, feeling a bit of warmth starting to seep back into your heavy heart. 

“Thank you” you whisper.

Javi smiles warmly, his eyes full of admiration and unwavering support. 

“Of course, baby. I’m here for you always. No matter what.” 

You let your head fall back to his chest and you take a deep breath. He keeps rubbing your back, physically feeling the tension leaving your body as you melt against him. Without your brain in overdrive, you finally register the smell of his faded cologne and his cigarettes sticking to his shirt, the scent immediately washing away more of the tension in your muscles. The warm feeling in your chest starts to spread all the way down to your toes, your whole body feeling 10 times lighter than it did 5 minutes ago as his embrace brings you a sense of solace you hadn’t experienced all day. 

After another silent minute or two, he places a kiss to your hairline before leaning in close, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. 

“You know, there’s another way to forget about it for a little while.”

His low voice alone already has the base of your spine tingling. You pick your head up to meet his gaze, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. 

“Yeah?” you ask, a weak smile slowly spreading across your face.

“Mhmm” he hums, his hands sliding down to your waist and slipping under the hem of your shirt, his warm fingers splaying over your skin. 

"You've had a tough day," Javi continues, his voice a sensual murmur. "And I think you deserve something to take your mind off all that stress."

His words, laden with suggestion, push all the worries out of your body, replacing it with a thrill that courses through your veins. He leans in until his face is inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. "Let me take care of you, bebita."

All you can do is nod dumbly. Javi grins as he pulls you in closer. His lips capture yours in a slow, tantalizing kiss, his lips soft and warm against yours, the taste of him flooding your senses. His hands slide up from your waist to your rib cage, rucking up your shirt in the process. Every touch sends a jolt of electricity through you, drawing you impossibly closer to him. He pulls away just long enough to pull it over your head before his lips capture yours again. 

He wraps one arm around you, keeping you close as his other hand cups your jaw, his fingers curling around the back of your neck as his thumb mindlessly brushes your cheek. Your hands find their way to his back, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. 

He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and you part your lips with a soft sigh, his tongue immediately sliding against yours. It’s a dance of desire and vulnerability, an unspoken promise that he’s here to take away all of your worries. The rest of the world quickly fades into a distant blur, leaving just the two of you in this electric connection.

 His lips eventually leave your mouth, his breathless chuckle fanning across your jaw at the sound of your quiet whimper. He trails wet kisses along your jaw, down to the side of your neck, each one accompanied by a soft exhale that causes goosebumps to erupt over every inch of your skin. The sensation is exquisite and maddeningly arousing, and you find yourself tilting your head back, giving him better access. 

His teeth gently graze over your pulse point, sending shiver coursing through your entire body. Your heart races as he finds a spot just below your collarbone, nipping and sucking before soothing the dark spot with his tongue. His hands roam your torso, big, warm palms exploring every inch of exposed skin. You can feel the bulge in his jeans rapidly grow against your hip and your core throbs with a dull ache in response. Everything that happened earlier is miles away as you feel yourself relaxing deeper into his embrace, losing yourself in him. 

He pulls away when you whine quietly and looks down at you, his pupils already blown with lust and desire. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear then ducks down to place a chaste kiss to your lips before whispering “Bedroom. Now.” 

You nod and turn to head out of the kitchen, letting out a small giggle when he lands a quick slap to your ass. His eyes are glued to your backside as he follows you to the bedroom, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt along the way

You flop down on the edge of the bed with Javi just a few steps behind you. He tosses his shirt to the corner of the room and starts working on his belt as he stalks towards you. You smirk and reach behind you, undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it slide off your arms. Javi licks his lips at the sight of you sitting there in only your soft cotton shorts, looking like he’s about to pounce on his prey. 

He crosses the room until he’s standing inches in front of you, then slips his belt out of the loops and tosses it aside. You reach out, intent on undoing the button and zipper of his jeans but he stops you by wrapping a large hand around your wrist before you can touch him. 

“Nuh uh, baby. I’m takin’ care of you tonight”  

His words send a strong pulse of excitement down your spine and your heart pounds in your chest. He lets go of your wrist and you let it fall limply back to your side as you stare at him through your lashes. 

“Take off your shorts.” 

You immediately follow his command, quickly standing and moving to slide your shorts and panties down your legs so fast that you stumble a bit when they get caught around your feet. Javi reaches out and grabs your arm to steady you as you step out of your shorts and kick them to the side. 

“Good girl” he chuckles, dropping his hand from your arm. You watch with wide eyes, saliva gathering in your mouth as he shuffles out his jeans, his hardened cock gently slapping against his lower abdomen. He catches your gaze and gives you a knowing wink before making his way onto the bed. You stand in place, patiently waiting for your next set of instructions as he props himself up against the headboard. 

“C’mere” he says softly, patting his thigh. You positively beam as you climb on the bed towards him. You face him and you’re about to straddle his lap, but he stops you with a hand on your hip. 

“Turn around, cariño.”

You listen and immediately turn around and sit down between his spread legs, pressing your back into his chest. His cock presses firmly into the small of your back, a warm and welcome presence. With a contented sigh, you lean back and rest your head on his shoulder. 

“You listen so well, baby” Javi rasps, his voice rough with arousal. You only hum in response, your lips curving into a grin as you glow under his praise. He presses a kiss to your temple and his hands find your torso once again, slowly sliding up and down your sides. But he can only resist temptation for so long. 

He uses both hands to cup your breasts and you both let out soft sighs in unison. 

“Tan bonita, princesa” he whispers, his fingers finding both of your nipples. A small noise escapes from your parted lips as he feathers the pads of his fingers over the sensitive buds, teasing you until they’re stiffened peaks. He then pinches both, gently rolling them between his thumb and fingers. 

“That feel good?” he asks softly, his lips moving against your temple. 

You nod, letting out an uneven breath as you involuntarily push your chest forward into his touch. He pinches a little harder, pulling a delicate gasp from you. His cock twitches against you in response. 

“Want you to use your words, bebita.” 

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before responding. 

“F-feels good, Javi.” 

He clicks his tongue and squeezes a little harder again. 

“And what do you call me when I’m makin’ you feel good, princesa?” he asks, his voice dangerously low in your ear. 

Your mouth goes dry and your heart skips a beat in your chest. 

Fuck. 

The stress of your day was already far in the back of your mind, but Javi was intent on erasing it completely. And he knows exactly how to do so. 

“Daddy” you correct yourself, the simple word placing you on precipice of submission “Feels really good, daddy” 

“That’s right, bebita” Javi groans softly, his cock twitching in approval. “Such a good girl for me.” 

He then hooks his chin over your shoulder while you exhale a long, shaky breath as one of his hands leaves your breast and slides down your stomach. You clit pulses in anticipation, but he avoids where you want him most and instead smooths his hand over the top of your thigh. Your chest heaves with every breath as he teases you with gentle touches, getting you all worked up just the way you both like it. 

“You want me to touch you, princessa?” Javi asks, his fingertips dancing delicately on the inside of your thigh. It tickles and you reflexively try to close your legs, but he brings his foot to the inside of your calf and pushes it to the side before placing his foot flat on the bed, keeping your leg firmly in place. “Answer me.” 

“Yes, daddy, please” you whine, your voice coming out a lot more desperate than you intended. 

“Where, baby? Tell me where you want daddy’s fingers.” 

He’s teasing you, but it serves as an excellent distraction –  the events from earlier today are the least of your concerns right now. 

“You want them here?” he asks, his fingers now just barely tracing your dripping seam. “Want me to touch your pretty little pussy? Rub that pretty little clit?” 

You nod fervently and buck your hips up without thinking, your body betraying your patience and chasing after his touch. Javi chuckles darkly and harshly pinches your nipple with his other hand, making you jump in surprise. 

“Tell me, baby. Be a good girl and tell me.” 

You whimper, a hot flush spreading across your chest and creeping up your neck. You’ve been here a thousand times with him, been in far more desperate situations too. But the butterflies still tickle your tummy and the tips of your ears burn with embarrassment. 

“Want…want you to touch my pretty little pussy, daddy.” you murmur, the last of your sentence barely audible. 

He immediately rewards you by dipping two fingers into your slippery folds, groaning softly in your ear when he feels how wet you are for him. “Mmm that’s my good girl. Always fuckin’ soaked for me, huh?” he asks, dipping the tips of his fingers into your hole, gathering your slick and dragging it up to your clit. You nod lazily, your eyes fixed on his hand between your legs. 

He starts with slow, languid circles, his cock pulsing against your back with every small noise that bubbles up out of your throat. His other hand is still occupied with pinching and rolling your nipple. Hot arousal flows through your veins, every nerve ending on fire just from his easy touches. You want it faster, you need more. But you know he won’t give it to you unless you ask. 

“Pl-please, daddy. Faster please” you huff, squirming in his lap as you try to suppress the urge to buck your hips up again. 

“Look at you, princesa. Being such a good girl asking’ nicely like that” Javi whispers, instantly picking up the pace of his fingers and adding more pressure. You let out a long, low moan, the sound of it filling the bedroom. “Sound so pretty too” he adds, pressing his lips to your temple. 

His other hand leaves your nipple and he shushes you softly when you whine at the loss. He doesn’t tease you this time, his hand immediately joining the other between your legs. He keeps his two fingers on your clit, rubbing firm circles just like you asked while his other hand finds your leaking entrance. 

He doesn’t make you ask again before he slides his middle finger inside of you, probably more out of his own desperation to feel you clenching around him. You’re absolutely soaked, you juices freely flowing out of you, down his finger and into his palm like warm honey. He wants to draw it out, slowly work you up until you’re about to snap, but he’s not feeling very patient anymore. 

He slides his finger in and out of you a few more times before adding a second, curling his fingertips. He finds the spot inside of you instantly and you reward him with a loud gasp, your whole body trembling as you relax against his chest. 

“That’s it, baby. Just relax for me” Javi coos, his voice tight and strained as he tries to contain his own excitement. He pumps his fingers inside you, his fingertips nudging against the spot that has your whole body jolting with every pass. Every inch of your skin feels on fire as he works you, lewd sounds filling the room as he plays with your slick pussy. You feel wetness on your back and quickly realize that it’s his precum leaking from his warm tip, smearing against your skin as you squirm around. 

“Mierda, princesa” Javi groans as you clench tightly around his two fingers. “You close, baby?” he asks, already knowing the answer. You answer with a high-pitched whine, throwing your head back on his shoulder. 

“Cum for me, baby” Javi grunts, moving his fingers faster, bringing you to the edge. “Cum all over my fingers and then I’ll fuck you, nice and deep just how you like it” 

His fingers are relentless, rubbing dizzying circles on your clit and punching up into your g-spot. You can’t hold back anymore, rocking your hips and grinding down on his fingers. Your chest burns with every breath you manage to suck in, the hot coil in your tummy wound tightly, threatening to burst at any moment. You open your mouth and try to tell him that you’re about to cum, but every time you try to speak, the only sounds that come out are loud gasps in-between broken moans. 

And then you finally snap. Javi groans as you clamp down around his fingers, so tight that he can hardly keep moving them. He then quickly pulls them out, his eyes wide with amazement as your juices gush out of you, drops of it landing on his leg, most of it soaking the blankets underneath you. 

 “There’s my good girl” he hisses between clenched teeth. He watches intently as you thrash around, the sight of you squirting and the sweet sounds of your moans going straight to his cock as he works you through your orgasm. He doesn’t let up until you come down, whimpering and jolting at his touch. 

You collapse backwards against his chest, your head on his shoulder as you pant and try to catch your breath. He goes back to tracing your seam, his touch featherlight once again. You let out a sigh, your limbs heavy and head fuzzy with pure ecstasy.

He eventually moves his hands away, placing them on your thighs and letting out a low whistle. 

“Did so well, princesa. Look how much you came for me” Javi rasps, nosing at the column of your neck.

You pick your head up, looking down at the aftermath of your orgasm. You laugh breathlessly at the dark spot underneath you and the liquid on Javi’s calf shining in the dim glow of the lamp on the bedside table. Javi’s chest rumbles with his own chuckle as he presses sweet kisses to the sensitive skin of your neck. 

He doesn’t give you much time to recover before he taps your thighs and gives you your next command. “Hands and knees, princesa.” 

You’ve barely had time to catch your breath, but your pussy still aches in anticipation of his earlier promise. You take a deep breath and find enough strength to sit up straight. Your limbs are weak and noodly as you crawl over to a dry spot on the bed and get into position, your ass in the air with your face pressed against the soft blankets. 

You crane your neck to watch Javi who flashes you a devilish grin as he assumes his position on his knees behind you. You give him a sweet smile back and wiggle your ass. And he takes the bait, groping your cheeks with both hands before he spreads you open, putting everything on display just for him. 

“Fuckin’ gorgeous, baby.” he growls before leaning over to spit. You gasp and moan softly at the feeling of the warm liquid landing on your asshole and sliding down to pool at your swollen clit. He then brings his thumb up, using the pad to gently rub his saliva against your puckered hole. “So fuckin’ gorgeous” 

“Daddyyyy” you whine pitifully, pushing your hips back into his touch. He chuckles breathlessly and wraps a hand around the base of his cock and lining himself up. 

“You’re so good, baby.” Javi starts as he slides his cock in the mess between your cheeks. “My strong, beautiful, intelligent, good girl.”

Your face heats up at the praise, the words stirring up the butterflies in your stomach yet again. 

“Thank you, daddy” you murmur, the sound muffled by the blankets. Javi just hums and continues to glide his cock through the wetness, addicted to the way whimper every time his cockhead brushes against your swollen clit and your aching entrance. You whimper and wiggle your hips again, trying to get what you want. 

“Repeat it.” Javi commands simply. “Wanna hear you say it” 

You squeeze your eyes shut and whimper again. He’s completely taken over your headspace now, forcing you into a place of submission where there’s no room to think about anything other than him and what he asks of you. This is how he takes care of you, how he can turn every bad day on its head and take away every single one of your worries until you’re a blissed out mess underneath him. And he’s really fucking good at it. 

“I’m your strong, beautiful, intelligent, girl” you choke out, a fresh wave of slick gushing out of you and onto his rock hard cock at the forced admission.

“Forgot one” he breathes, his thumb still rubbing at your tight little hole. You wrack your brain, thoughts moving slower than syrup in your head as you try to remember what he said not even 10 seconds ago. 

“Good.” you say, as soon as you remember. I’m you’re good girl, daddy.” 

“Yes you are, baby” Javi says, notching his tip at your entrance. “So fucking good for your daddy.” 

He pushes all the way in, burying himself to balls deep in your aching cunt in one smooth movement. The sounds you make are obscene as you twist your fists in the blanket underneath him. He’s so deep, you swear you can feel him somewhere near your lungs. Just like he promised. He moans roughly behind you, the feeling on your warm walls squeezing rhythmically around his neglected cock overwhelming all of his senses.

But you don’t let him catch a break. You barely give yourself time to adjust before you take matters into your own hands and start rocking your hips, fucking yourself on his cock. Javi inhales sharply, both hands finding your hips and trying to hold you in place, but you’re not having it. 

“Daddy please–oh shit– please fuck me, need it so bad” you whine as you continue to rock your hips despite Javi’s best efforts to stop you. 

Javi just growls in response, his fingertips digging into your hips as he slides out until just his tip rests inside before slamming back into you. The loud moan that he pulls from you travels as a shiver down his spine and fuels his fire. He quickly finds a steady pace, brutally slamming into you like he’s fucking the stress out right out of your body. You let all the moans and whines and whimpers float freely out of your mouth as you take what he gives you, as he fills you up and stuffs you full over and over and over again. 

“You're so good for me” Javi grunts, gripping your hips and moving them backwards to meet his every thrust. “Feel so fucking good squeezing me like that, this tight little pussy was fucking made for me” 

Your eyes roll back into your head, his words once again turning your brain into mush as he fucks you into another plane of existence. You’re already teetering on the edge of another release, your lower abdomen burning with it, your swollen, neglected clit pulsing and desperate for attention.

And Javi feels it too.

“Already gonna cum again?” Javi asks breathlessly before landing a smack to your ass. You yelp in shock and there’s another wave of your juices leaking out onto his cock. 

“Ohh you like that, don’t you baby?” Javi coos before spanking you again, this time a bit harsher. Your face scrunches in pleasure and words have completely eluded you so you just cry out against the mattress, hoping that and your clenching pussy gets the point across. 

Thankfully Javi doesn’t ask you to answer him. Instead he keeps fucking into you, delivering firmm hits to your ass, completely mesmerized with the way it jiggles as he spanks and fucks into you. He’s just as close as you are, never lasts very long if he’s inside without cumming at least once beforehand. 

He moves one hand from your hip to between your legs, his fingers tracing where you’re stretched out so nicely around his thick cock before they land on your clit once again. You sob as he starts immediately rubbing fast, harsh circles that send you speeding towards the finish line. 

“Oh fuck, daddy! Gonna cum m’gonna cum pleasssee let me cum” 

Javi sucks in a harsh breath, his eyebrows furrowing together as his cock lurches inside of you. 

“Yeah, fuck yeah, baby. Cum on this cock like a good girl” Javi grits out, the muscles in his jaw twitching as he clenches his teeth together, trying to hold himself together. Your hands scramble against the blankets as he slams into you with newfound vigor, pushing you up the bed with each thrust and making you scream in ecstasy.

“Cum and then I’ll fill you up” he grunts. “I’ll fill you up and fuck it so deep that it’ll be leaking out of you for days, just reminding you of how good you are for me. Always so fucking good baby jesus christ” 

His filthy promises send you flying over the edge. You bury your face in the blankets and scream, your legs giving out from the force of it, your hips dropping to the bed and leaving you in a prone position. And Javi doesn’t miss a beat. He presses his chest against your back, using his freehand to support the bulk of his weight as he keeps working his fingers on your clit the best he can, not letting his pace falter even once. 

The new position shoves his cock even deeper inside of you, punching against your cervix with each thrust as he rearranges your guts. Your only option is to lie there let him drag out your release for as long as possible. 

“That’s it” Javi rasps, his voice sounding absolutely wrecked now. “Sweet little pussy is fuckin’ milking my cock, cariño. You want my cum? Want me to stuff you fuckin’ full?” 

You’re too far gone to respond, reduced to nothing but putty in his hands, your trembling body limp and pliant just for him to use. He can only hold it together for a few more thrusts before he buries himself all the way inside of you, spilling his hot seed deep inside of you.

Staying true to his promise, he fucks you through it, shallowly moving his hips and pushing his cum as deep as possible. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, the sensation of it all pushing you over the edge once again, though you’re not sure if you ever came back from the last one. Javi watches in amazement as you cum again, your voice breaking on desperate sobs while you squeeze around him, truly milking him for all he’s worth.

He moves his hand from your clit once your moans start to die down and then collapses on top of you, carefully though as not to completely crush you. You welcome the weight, a comforting pressure that makes you feel so warm and safe and secure. 

He stays buried inside of you as you both come down. You can feel his heart pounding from where his chest is pressed against you, his warm breath fanning across your neck as you both try to catch your breath. The two of you stay there for a while, basking in the post coitus glow. His cock softens inside of you and he only moves when his cum starts to dribble out of you. 

You whine softly as he moves to sit up, his now soft cock slipping out of you and leaving you feeling empty. But the feeling doesn’t last too long. 

He scoots back so he’s kneeling between your legs, both hands on your cheeks and spreading you open again. You feel his eyes burning holes into your skin as he watches his cum slowly leaking out of you. He doesn’t let it fall too far though, using a finger to scoop up all that’s dribbled out and pushing it back inside. You moan softly at the sensation and it takes everything in him not to fuck you with his fingers once again. 

“Think we need to get you in a nice hot shower” he says, his tone sweet and soft once again as he removes his fingers. 

You turn your head to look at him through hooded eyes, a dopey smile plastered to your face, looking completely fucked out.

“And we’re ordering take out too” he announces, leaning over to place a sweet kiss on your cheek. Images of the burnt chicken sitting on the stove float through your head, along with fuzzy memories of the events from earlier today. But you don’t give a single fuck anymore. Javi thoroughly wiped every ounce of stress from your brain. And now anything that isn’t directly related to you and Javi at this moment, on your shared bed in the dim light of the evening sun filtering through the curtain is far, far away. 

“We’re not getting fucking chicken” is all you say and the sound of yours and Javi’s laughter rings pleasantly through the room and in your ears as content seeps deep into your bones.

I LOVE THIS MAN okay thank u for reading <333

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Kick your ass

Note: Hi everybody long time no see! I would assume that is doesn't come as a surprise when I say being a flight attendant leaves no room for writing much less doing anything else but sleeping but here we are after what I'm sure can be counted as forever. Anyways I feel like this story is when your partner just isn't getting it right and it's driving you crazy and you get a little ( or a lot) sassy. I'm so happy to have finally written something in so long and I hope you love it!

Word count-2.3K

Warnings- none unless you count cussing

Summary: Lately all your mate does is piss you off. And don't get it wrong you love him but you are more than ready to kick his ass.

You love Azriel with all of your heart, your whole being if you're being completely honest but lately he has done nothing but piss you off. It first started with him going on a mission during the middle of your cycle. Since the moment you knew Azirel was your mate you gave clear explicit instructions that Azriel was to be no more than five feet away from you during that time of the year unless it was for something of the utmost importance and could not be handled by anyone else. Imagine your surprise when he started grabbing his leather clothing after he had made you breakfast and had gotten you comfortable in your bed that could fit three grown Illyrian men. 

“And just where do you think you're going?” Azriel could feel like distaste dripping off of your words and hitting him in the back as he was faced away from you. It was no secret that Azriel loved you more than life itself and would do absolutely anything to keep you safe and happy but when you were on your period you could be a handful and more often than not you tested his never ending patience until you actually found the end of its supply. With a slow release of his breath he turns around to find you perched on the edge of the bed throwing an angry glare in his direction. “Listen baby” the shadowsinger slowly approached you like you were a wild animal ready to strike at any moment and honestly that comparison isn’t too far off with the way you look like you're ready to rip his head off of his shoulders. “You know I wouldn’t go unless I had to, yeah?” he kneels before you gently rubbing comforting circles on your bare thigh while giving you a soft smile reserved for only you. “Is the information you retrieve from this mission of that great value?” he watched as you paused waiting for the answer that both he and you already knew. “Is there no one else beneath you who could do it instead?” And while yes there were people beneath him that could handle this task, Azriel is a perfectionist and would like to make sure things get done right. “Is it so important that you must leave your mate during their cycle knowing the excruciating pain I endure? It's so important you must put this before your mate?” 

Azriel knew this conversation was a losing battle on his end but he also knew if he would like to be able to sleep next to you tonight that he must offer something to make up for it. “No my love, there isn’t anyone else who can handle this as they are all busy at the moment but don’t worry I will be back before dinner.”  Even as you glowered down at him all the shadowsinger could think about was two things. One, he is definitely in trouble and two, how stunning you look. “I don’t care if no one else can do it, get that brute of your brother to handle it.” You waved your hand in a dismissive way as if to send Cassian on this mission yourself and Azriel couldn’t help but lay his head on your legs and laugh and your attitude. 

The next time Azriel made you mad was during a family dinner with the inner circle. At first with all the new people, family dinners were a little awkward and unbearable mostly due to Cassians pinning over Nesta and her constant blatant rejection but also because of the middle sister's fascination with your mate. Did she know he was your mate? Yes. Did that stop her from having a crush? Absolutely not.

As you were getting ready to head down to Feyres and Rhysands new house you had made it clear he needed to put his foot down and tell Elain he was not and would never be interested in a relationship with her otherwise you would handle it yourself and Azriel knew that meant you would become your own nasiter version of Nesta and you would tear her down until she couldn’t even look you in the eyes. It may not be the best way to handle her crush but until Azriel when it came to dealing with people who had a crush on him you tended to leave your manners at the door. 

Everything was going well at the river house until you walked into the dinning room with Amren and spot your mate seated next to Elain on one side and Mor on the other side. The whole group could feel the shift in the temperature as it dropped and you gave a cold and pointed stare to your mate. Possessing the same powers as Rhysand you barged into his mind “What the hell is this?” without responding he gently shakes his head in a not right here manner and pleading with his eye for you to just let this go. Silently you take your seat across the table from him and sit next to your high lady and Amren. For the rest of the dinner you say nothing as your pin Azriel to his seat as your seething anger radiates off of you and hits him like a tidal wave over and over again never once giving him a break. 

“Y/n” Azriel had waited until after you had taken your bath and done your fifteen step skin and body care route and had gotten into bed with your current book you picked to read before approaching you. He gently sat down on the bed next to your legs and hopped you don;t make him sleep on the couch tonight.  “I know you're upset with what happened at dinner but it just happened one minute I was talking with Mor and the next Elain was ushering us all in to eat dinner and she just happened to sit next to me.” As he gave his explanation of the night's events you had closed your book and laid it in your lap and nodded silently in understanding waiting for your mate to be done talking. “Is that so?” you asked in a thoughtful way. Now Azriel has been with you long enough to know that tone of voice and that statement should strike the fear of every god into him and it definitely did. “Yes, I promise that's what happened.” Once again you nodded in understanding before tilting your head to the side with a confused look on your face. “So if that's all that happened then why would Elain feel comfortable sitting next to you knowing that you have a mate who cannot stand her crush on you? And didn’t I tell you to make sure Elain knew in no uncertain terms that her fantasy of having a relationship with you was nothing more than a fantasy and if she tried I would kill her?” Azriels heart dropped to his stomach as he listened to you talk, he had known that there was something he needed to do but as soon as he entered the house Cassian gave him a cup of a mysterious alcohol and Rhysand had beckoned him over to fill him in on the status of a mission one of his spies were on. And before he knew it Morrgian had whisked him away to talk about her journey on the continent and the information she had obtained while there and the next thing he knew he was sat between the girl he used to have a crush on and the girl who currently has a crush on him. Candidly he knew he was fucked. 

“Let's go with your version of events like you said they happened shall we? I am going to assume you got too busy with everyone to tell Elain to knock off her childish behavior, which you would have done in a much nicer way because you are you. Then why didn’t you say anything to her when I walked in or better yet why didn’t you get up to sit next to me instead?” As a professional interrogator your mate knew you had just walked him into a trap and for a split second he wondered why you didn’t have his job instead. “Baby you know both of those options would have been rude and probably would have ruined the dinner.” Nodding in fake understanding you inspect your nails giving it a brief second before responding “And you are the shadowsinger of the night court. One of the most feared males in Prythian and you couldn’t muster up the courage to say something to Elain? How ironic is that.” You scoffed and shook your head in a surprised manner and needless to say he ended up sleeping on the couch that night. 

The last straw was watching Azriel train the valkyries and watching them not so subtly drool over your mate. You wouldn’t be one to blame them if they had done so in a respectful way but they were bluntly flirting with your mate right in front of you. One thing you loved about Azriel was how secure he was in your relationship. No one could make him look in the direction that wasn’t you, if someone was trying to flirt with him he didn’t register it unless it was you. And normally you wouldn’t have a problem with that except three girls were currently trying to make a pass at him and he had no reaction. Most would take that in a positive way but not you, you wanted him to shut that down the second it started and make a clear line in the sand on what was expected from the student-teacher relationship amongst him and the Valkyries he was training. “Azriel!” You had barely shouted his name from across the training platform on the house of wind but it felt as if you had. He turned around to see you leaned against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest and face set in a scowl while glaring at him. Turing to look at the trainees before him he instructs them on what to do next before quickly making his way to you. “Yes my love?” he asks in such a hushed and concerned tone that you almost forget what you called him over to yell at him about, but over his shoulder you see one of the girls check him out and suddenly you remembered all over again what it was that you needed to speak to him about. “You need to tell your students to stop checking you out and to close their mouths before they start drooling all over themselves.” Your mate's face scrunched in confusion. Azriel may be an excellent observer but when it came to himself not so much. He couldn’t see his own beauty that was hand crafted from the gods themselves, he couldn;t see how his quiet and standoffish personality drew people in, he couldn't see all of the things that you loved about him could all be the reason that other people lust after him. 

His shadows gave him a play by play of what his students had been doing while he wasn’t focused on each person in particular and how you had been brewing in your anger in the corner by yourself. As soon as you put on your fighting leathers this morning Azriel knew he was doomed as it was your ritual to fight each other everyday during training but seeing you in the corner pissed that other people had been checking him out brought his demise to a whole nother level. Azriel subtly glanced down at where your arms were crossed over your chest and he thanked the gods for your outfit. “You sound a little upset, my love.” Once more you send him one of your signature pointed looks “Yeah you would be upset also if the roles were reversed.” He shrugs slightly while tilting his head and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to his body. “You’re not wrong I would be upset because nobody gets to look at you that way unless it's me.” He pulls you even closer to his body until you’re chest to chest with him and he bends down to whisper in your ear. “Beat me in a match and I will make sure they know I’m no one else's but yours. I'll let you claim me anyway you want, hell I’ll even let you do it in front of them if that will make you feel better.” Both you and Azriel knew the game he was playing at but neither of you cared, well him less than you. You pulled away slightly to look up at your mate and see the smirk resting upon his very kissable looking lips “Sounds like a deal to me because I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.” 

The shadowsinger followed behind you with a laugh and he shook his head in amusement while taking in your figure from behind. He watched as you got into your fighting stance and waited for him to do the same. He held his hand up to signal you to give him a moment. Turning around to look at the Valkyries in training he gathered their attention without saying a word. “I think it's about time to see what the last remaining real valkyrie looks light during a fight and maybe then you can aspire to be a fraction of as good as my beautiful mate is.” He turned back around to see you glowing with confidence, determination and love, but also the want to make sure you won his bet. Gods he knew this was going to lead to some great sex after you kicked his ass and he couldn’t be looking forward to it more.

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[wileys-russo]

alanna kennedy, “my left side is my best side”, golden hour beach

golden hour II a.kennedy

"mac gimme a piggyback!" you launched yourself onto the taller girl who grunted and stumbled forward slightly, hurrying to grab your legs as your arms wrap around her neck.

"can't your girlfriend do this?" the goalkeeper sighed, alanna a hundred or so metres ahead deep in conversation with ellie and hayley.

"don't act like you don't miss me when we're not on camp maccy." you cooed pinching her cheeks, the other girls turning to make their way down the stairs and onto the beach.

you'd grown up playing football with the goalkeeper and it was her who introduced you to alanna long before the two of you even started dating, but from day one you couldn't help but be drawn to the tall blondes confidence.

"right freeloader off! rides over." mackenzie dropped you down to your feet, racing onto the beach after caitlin who had taken peach off the leash, all of you playing a friendly in wollongong against portugal the coming weekend.

"don't you dare!" you stopped mid step, foot hovering above the sand as your girlfriend appeared. "my vintage dunks are not getting sandy or wet." alanna warned sternly as you gave her an innocent smile, forever raiding her extensive closet which may as well have been just as much yours as hers.

"piggyback then? turn around." you gestured as the blonde simply scoffed. "yeah you wish babe, sit." you nearly fell backwards as her hands fell to your shoulders and pushed you to sit on the stairs.

"lani!" you protested as your girlfriend pulled your shoes off, swatting your feet away as you tried to kick her away. "seriously? i'm not walking around barefoot its freezing!" you scowled as she shrugged.

"stop stealing my shoes then." the blonde smirked, holding them hostage in one hand as the other was extended for you to take. "give me yours then, they're already sandy." you bargained nodding down to the shoes on her own feet.

"why should i walk around barefoot? like you said babe, its freezing." the blonde scoffed as you fixed her with a firm look. "would you like to get laid in the next two weeks alanna?" you warned, her smile dropping and you could have laughed at the speed in which her shoes were stripped off and shoved onto your feet.

"you're like a horny teenage boy." you shook your head in disbelief, accepting her hand up. "well when your girlfriends as hot as mine is, you just can't help it babe." alanna smirked, lightly smacking your ass and stealing a kiss before you could tell her off.

stepping down onto the sand you watched a look of disgust cross the blondes face as she did the same. "why didn't you take your socks off you freak!" you laughed as she groaned.

"fuck i don't know i didn't think about it." she moaned in annoyance, handing you the shoes you'd previously been wearing and bending down to slip her socks off. "lani!" you shrieked as she tossed them at you with a grin.

"you're such a child." you shoved the shoes into her chest and took off walking, hearing her follow after you with an amused chuckle.

"work it for the camera, work it!" caitlin yelled out in a funny accent, mackenzie off running with peach and ellie as hayley posed for photos in front of the water and you all gassed her up. "oi el!" the brunette yelled as the defender zapped past and pushed her, sending her tumbling onto her ass.

"fuck now my jeans are all wet. ellie!" hayley took off after her with a growl, peach sprinting with them. "let me guess. you want trio photos?" you sighed as three phones were thrust toward you, the sunset meaning for optimal lighting as the mostly empty beach was bathed in a soft golden glow.

"would you like me to take these before its dark?" you smiled in amusement as the three girls bickered back and forth about how to pose and who to stand, finally falling into some sort of agreement as you snapped at least fifty pictures.

"okay. our turn!" alanna clapped, grabbing your hand as you hastily passed the phone to caitlin before you were dragged into your girlfriends strong hold.

"c'mere sexy." you squealed as suddenly your legs were wrapped around her waist and you clung onto her shoulders as she teasingly pretended to drop you. "now kiss me like you love me." the blonde grinned before puckering her lips expectantly.

"wait! my left side is my best side." alanna pulled back right before you could kiss her, your eyes rolling as did her best friends as she turned so her left side faced the camera.

"babe that was your cue to go 'oh lani baby you don't have a best side, they're both equally as gorgeous'." your girlfriend reminded, making a face as she clearly awaited the words to fall from your mouth which only curled into a smile.

"just shut up and kiss me you freak."

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[beomqu]

Hoes before bros

╰┈➤ pairings! : dom! haechan, dom! mark x sub! reader (feat. 127)

warnings! : idol! au, cheater! reader, bf! mark, fwb! haechan, porn with plot, pet names, clubbing, multiple sex scenes, masturbation, mutual masturbation, making out, fingering, oral sex (f!), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, dry humping, voyeurism (hyuck listening to you and mark), exhibitionism

synopsis! : Being bothered by your boyfriend's best friend since you started dating Mark, because you wouldn't fuck him made you tired. You loved your boyfriend dearly, but his annoying little piece of shit friend Haechan could not leave you alone, texting you behind Mark's back begging you to let him fuck you. When you got the opportunity to go on a trip with your boyfriend and his friends, you thought you could get a break from his friend's little antics, but they got worse. His dirty words started becoming reality, promises turning into actions, he got too hard to bear... too hard to resist.

notes! : i wrote the beginning a while ago its not the best lmfao but the end is good imo🤭🤭

˗ˏˋwc! : 12k´ˎ˗

Haechan sighed, dropping his phone down beside him. Laying in an unfamiliar bed, it just felt weird. Looking down and seeing the bulge in his pants, it just wasn't right. "Fuck it," he called it a day, right hand slipping under the waistband of his grey sweats, which placed the spotlight on the outline of his dick. Rubbing himself over his underwear a couple of times before tugging it down to grab his length.

He wasn't planning on jerking off right on the first day of his vacation with him and his friends, but there's just something so exciting about hitting on his best mate's girl, he can't help but get hard at the thought of you. You and him. Getting caught, maybe.

Maybe by Mark.

Preferably by Mark.

You moaning his name and Mark overhearing that 'his' girl is bouncing on someone else's dick, and enjoying it more than ever.

"Fuck-" spat Haechan as the thoughts circled his mind, his hand fast on his dick. "___-"

"Haechan."

Said somebody from the outside of his room, knocking on the door. Haechan's hand flies out of his pants, the waistband slapping loudly against his skin, he sits up and pulls the covers over him as he still panics about the situation. "C-come in," he said before the door opened and Mark stepped in, peeking into the room. "Wanna come down to the pool? We wanna start the opening party," he informed the boy who was blushing to the roots of his hair.

"Yo dude, you aight?" Mark raised his brow, noticing Haechan's unusual body language. Haechan just nodded relieved when Mark left after telling him he's welcome at the pool anytime. As the door closed he laid back down with a thud, looking down at his crotch and noticing a wet patch on his sweats. Ruined. He sighed heavily, a smirk on his lips thinking how it would have gone with you stroking his dick instead of his own hand.

After leaving, Mark went straight to your shared room with him, checking up on you if you were ready. "So, which swimsuit are you wearing?" he snuck up behind you, hands wrapping around your waist. "I'm not sure. Which one do you like more?" you leaned your head back, trying to clear your mind after Haechan texted you for the fifth time this week, and it was only Wednesday.

Mark kissed the side of your head, thinking for a second before responding with "The black one." you smile, nodding your head slightly. "You have a nice ass in that one," he commented, making you chuckle a bit then you reach for the chosen swimsuit. "Then I'm wearing this one," you smirk as you face him while slowly slipping down your pants, stepping out of it, and kicking it to the side. Mark glanced at your legs, watching as you took off your shirt next with a wide smirk on your lips. He rubbed the back of his neck glancing at your hands as they pinch the side of your panties and pull it right down, taking your sweet time with stepping out of it and putting on your bikini bottom. Mark sat on the bed, eyes still on you watching as you changed your clothes.

"Please tell me you're gonna wear like a cover-up or something." begged Mark, "How are you going to see my 'nice ass' if I'm wearing a cover-up?" you laugh as you try to tie the back of your bikini top, Mark immediately noticing and standing up to help you tighten it up for you. "You can surprise me with it tonight, I don't know. Dude, I'm not sure if I can handle the others looking at this here." he jokes, sitting back down after helping you. "I'll wear one of your shirts, but you best believe I'm taking it off in the pool." you turn around to give him a peck, before going through his stuff to wear something over your revealing outfit.

Finding a white button-up, you swing it over your shoulders, looking at Mark who just put on his swimwear, asking if he was ready to go. As he nodded you both finally headed out to the private pool the house, you all rented for Summer, came with. Everybody was already out besides Haechan to your relief.

"Want something to drink?" Asked your boyfriend, before going to the white plastic table set by the pool, the top covered in alcoholic drinks and different types of sodas. "None right now," you tell him before settling down on an also plastic sunbed, enjoying the warm air. You feel comfortable in such weather as you wear barely any clothes, thankful there is a pool next to the house. It was quite big, taking up most of the backyard of the Summer house, but there was still enough space for some tables and chairs by it.

Mark nods as he leaves to pour himself something. You take out your phone from the shirt's pocket and check if you got any notification, but when you see none you set your phone down next to you and lay back fully to enjoy the warmth of the Sun.

"You look great." you hear quietly from beside you, but when you squint your eyes to see who said it, no one was there. You shrug leaning back and closing your eyes. "I know you said you didn't need anything, but I did bring you some water in case you got thirsty." said your boyfriend setting down a cold cup of water next to you on the floor. "Thanks, Mark." you smile at him, your eyes noticing Haechan outside as he takes a sip of his drink. He was probably the one complimenting you. "What did you get?" you ask with closed eyes, letting yourself tan. "Just a beer. You want one too?" he asks immediately, ready to get up and get you something you like. "No, it's alright. I was just asking." you chuckle at his kindness, peaking a bit and looking at everyone else. "What are the others doing?" you wonder as you ask the man beside you. "Oh, uh they're..." he looks over, squinting just like you because of the sun. "Just talkin'," he turns back. "Not for long though probably, they were really excited for tonight. Probably have something in their mind." he sips from his drink again.

"Wanna go in the pool?" you ask suddenly, having enough of the weather, and wanting to cool down a bit. "Yeah," he replies, chugging down his drink before getting up and throwing himself in the pool. "What the..." You laugh in surprise, but are quick to join him as you throw the shirt off of your back and jump in the pool similarly like Mark. "Oh, it's a bit cold." you yelp as you come back to the surface. "You'll get used to it," he says and splashes you with water. "Oh, you-" and with that you both started splashing each other uncontrollably, laughing between the splashes. Mark ducks underwater, just as you think you've won you feel something under you lift you up in the air, throwing you in the water. You come back up inhaling loudly, Mark laughing at you. "Mark!" you call out his name, trying to wipe your hair from your face. "I'm getting another beer," he says, quick to get out of the water before you could take revenge. As he jumps out of the pool you splash him one last time, which doesn't catch him. "Come back here and see what happens," you yell as you rub your eyes.

As you rage in the pool you hear the others jump in the pool around you, someone purposely jumping next to you so you get even more wet. "Bro are you..." you turn around only to see Haechan smirking at you. "What?" he asks innocently swimming up to you. "You better keep a distance," you warn him, floating to the edge of the pool. "Why? Are you scared?" he teases, making you smile a little, but you immediately go back to a blank expression as you remember his texts this morning. "Don't want you to do anything stupid." you roll your eyes, looking over and seeing Mark go inside for another can of beer as it looks like the others already drank the ones that were brought out. "I wouldn't, you know I wouldn't." he stops in front of you before swimming on his back and kicking as much water on you as he can. You're quick to turn around, letting the water hit your back. "Not again," you sigh, already fed up with him and Mark. "Not again!" he mocks you as he swims around in the pool enjoying the way you get annoyed. You push yourself up on the edge of the pool and get out, before anybody could splash you again, making Haechan whine. "Why are you scared, don't be scared it's just water." he watches you as you walk around and sit on the sunbed you were lying on before. "I had enough, thanks." you roll your eyes again, drinking from the water Mark brought you before. You hear Haechan swimming over to you, squinting at you as you drink, his eyes following every move of yours.

"I had to jerk off today. Because of you," he says, elbows resting on the pool's edge, his left hand rising to brush back his wet strands. You grip the cup, ignoring him and looking for your boyfriend to come back out. "Why are you ignoring me?" he speaks again after you don't respond. "What do you want me to say?" you get serious, gazing over at him. "I don't know, maybe just feel bad?" you scoff, shaking your head and him smiling a bit. "I don't."

Mark finally appears again, excited when he sees the others playing in the pool, jumping in and out, pushing each other and just being incredibly loud. "Oh I'm getting back in," he says to you as he gets back in the pool after he puts the beer can down on the ground. "Alright," you say looking down, Haechan still standing in front of you. "I'll pay attention to you, that he can't." he jerks his head in Mark's direction. "He does pay attention to me." you're quick to object. "You know you're just wasting your time, Donghyuck." you tilt your head as you look at him. "If it's you it's worth my time," he says nonchalantly. "Stop, or I'm telling Mark and I know you don't want that." you roll your eyes laying back on the sunbed and closing your eyes. Haechan was not listening, at all. All he could see was your still wet body, water droplets dripping down on your skin, his eyes wondering to every exposed part of you. The way you just laid there, all he wanted to do was to get out of the water and pin you down right in front of everybody. He wanted that so bad.

You could feel his eyes on you, but you tried to ignore the feeling. Your eyebrows furrowed at the weird, uncomfortable feeling, making you squirm a bit, hoping the one who caused you to feel this didn't notice that. You pulled your legs up and then crossed them while lying down to cover your face from Haechan. Little did you know you actually gave a way better view to him.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" his lips agape, eyes wide at the perfect view of your cunt that was barely covered by the bikini bottom. You tilt your head to the side confused at Haechan's words. "What do you-" couldn't even finish what you wanted to say he got out of the pool and forced your legs down straight, hiding everything that was exposed a second ago. "Showing your barely covered pussy to me after claiming you're Mark's?" he scoffs smirking at you. You panic, looking over to the others if anyone noticed. "Such a whore." he says as he grabs your face, making you look at him, his eyes lingering on your lips.

"What the fuck?!" you push him away. "You're out of your fucking mind, Donghyuck," you yell almost but fix your tone in worry of others overhearing. Your face red, completely flushed to the ear. You get up before he could notice and left to your room.

Haechan sighed and stood up to jump back into the pool. "Dude, where's Y/n?" Mark asks Haechan after he noticed him but not you. "Left." Haechan shrugged swimming a couple of laps around the pool right after.

The others were playing around, throwing balls around, pushing each other, enjoying their time while you tried to calm yourself, pacing around the bedroom thinking about what just happened. 'I have to tell Mark.' you think to yourself, cheeks still red. Why did this get you so nervous? Why can't he stop? Why did he look so... good?

You grabbed a towel to dry yourself and went back out to the yard, this time grabbing yourself a drink. "Let me pour you something," says Johnny who was standing next to the outdoor table next to you. "Thanks, I'll get whatever you do." you shrug, shooting a grateful smile in his direction. "You alright though? You look a bit stressed," he asks as he grabs a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. "I'm just feeling hot." you fan yourself with your hands, still thinking about what happened with Haechan. "Alright then, I'll put some ice in there for you." he winks as he hands you the glass. "Thanks, Johnny." you clink your glasses together, cheering before you both take a sip.

"Is there anything else to do besides swimming?" you ask as you walk over to the chairs with him. "Of course! We can set up the stuff for table tennis. We can play that while drinking." he says pointing behind you where was a folded blue table. "Oh I'm really good at that," you say proudly, sipping from your drink again. "We can play now if you want to." he offers. "I mean we can set it up, but I still want to swim too," you reply, putting your drink down. "Then let's set it up and we'll play when we want." you nod, standing up and bringing the table over to fold it out. You placed the net on top, and it was already ready to play. "Nice, I'll go back to the pool and we'll play soon." Johnny agrees and sits back down where the two of you were chatting earlier as you walk back to the pool and sit down on the edge, your legs resting in the water.

You try not to get nervous again, but you're so deep in thought you get startled by Mark swimming over and grabbing your thighs. "Sup, baby." you scoff at him, smiling as you look away for a second. "Do you feel hot? Cause you look hot," he says splashing some water on your legs, caressing them with his hands. "You finished your other can of beer?" you smile again, brushing his wet hair out of his face. "Maybe," Mark says, tilting his head to the side to place it on your right thigh. "Glad you chose this bikini." his right hand caresed your leg that was wiggling around in the water. "You chose it." you laugh at his silliness. "Whatever, still am glad," Mark grabbed your hand, pulling you down a bit so he could peck your lips. "Can't wait to have you all to myself tonight." you giggle, slapping away his hand. "Who said you could?" "It's a must? It's the first day of the vacation, we have to!" he explains enthusiastically. "Alright then," you jump in the water pushing Mark back slightly, "Now let me swim some more before I'll get ready for tonight."

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You forgot to mention the Haechan situation to Mark, but who were you to ruin his good mood, especially on the first day of the trip? You just couldn't bring yourself to it. You also wanted to enjoy while you could, so you're gonna make the most out of this Summer. The members rarely get to have a rest, especially your boyfriend, and you want him to finally feel relaxed and at ease. You can't feel the same for Haechan, going behind his friend's back to flirt with you, even wanting to sleep with you. It's so obvious, the way he looks at you all the time, his eyes lingering on your legs, burning a hole into Mark's hand whenever he places it on your thigh as a form of affection. It bothers him so much. And you know it. You purposely lean against Mark, boobs squashing against his arms, in hopes of Donghyuck noticing. In hopes, he would finally snap, pull you away and fuck you so good.

You snap back to reality as you stare at yourself in the full-body mirror in the tight dress you chose for the night, make-up and hair done. You bit your lips, feeling strangely nervous. You brush your hair back, searching for a thin jacket you could wear in case the night gets a bit chilly. You chose one of your boyfriend's jackets.

You walk out of your room, heading towards the noise, to the living room area where some of the guys were already talking and drinking. "Not waiting for me?" you ask from Doyoung who was pouring himself another shot of soju. "This is how we wait," said Jaehyun beside him. "I'll pour you one too, that's enough for you to catch up." teased Doyoung. "You haven't drunk enough with me if you think like that." you hop down on the couch next to the two. "You should eat something before drinking if you want to keep up," Doyoung handed you a shot while Jaehyun picked up his own. "Just because you two are the strongest drinkers in the group, that doesn't mean you are outside of it too." you roll your eyes as you tilt your head back to gulp down the drink. "You have a big mouth." scoffs Jaehyun, "Taeyong made some fried rice, grab a bowl." you put down your glass, immediately reaching for the bottle of soju filling up your glass. "Y'all want another?" you ask annoyed at their teasing. "Of course." both of them hand you their glasses letting you fill it up for them. All three of you clink your glasses before gulping down the shots. "I'm starting with two, hope that's enough for you." you lean back after taking two shots, chatting with the two men as you wait for everyone. Slowly more people started coming out of their rooms, some people looking like they'd just woken up from a nap, like Taeil and Haechan, while Jungwoo and Taeyong both came out dancing to some music they got ready to. Your boyfriend came out of the shower popping down next to you, taking up the fourth place on the couch.

"You're not drying your hair?" you ask Mark as you ruffle his wet strands. "Nah, it'll dry by itself." he shrugged pecking your cheek. You smiled at him, your face getting slightly red from the hot Summer night. "Another shot?" you clap your hands, mainly intending the question to Jaehyun and Doyoung. They both nodded their heads, sliding their shot glasses in your direction. "What would you like?" you smile at Mark. "I'll crack another can," he responds standing up to go to the fridge. "Don't, I'll bring you one." you pull him back by his hand, standing up and mouthing a 'wait for me' to your left side.

You stood up, stumbling a bit on your foot, getting laughed at by Jaehyun, but you ignored him and walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge and searching for a beer with your eyes, finding a whole carton of them on the top shelf. "Could you grab one for me too?" says Haechan from behind you, leaning against the kitchen island in the middle of the room. "You can get your own actually," you turn around holding a can tightly in your hand and walking around the man. Haechan caught your hand, turning you around. "I'd prefer getting it from you." he looks at you, expression blank. "Too bad I'm not your maid." you snatch your hand from his hold. He sighs, shifting his hands over your side, slowly pinning you between him and the counter. He leaned in, his left hand brushing against your waist. He looks down, eyeing you up. You start to feel hot, pushing him away by his chest with your hand that's holding the beer. "Here," you look down, legs crossed over one another. His hand reaches for the can, brushing his fingers against yours. "I know you did that on purpose." he takes the beer his left hand sliding down your side to your thigh, fingers circling your skin. You knew what he meant, but he was wrong. It was an accident, one lucky accident "Hyuck-" he steps back immediately as he hears steps towards the kitchen, casually opening up the tab in front of you, looking into your eyes. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, bracing yourself on the counter, gripping the top with your fingers, avoiding his eyes.

Yuta walked in, throwing out a coffee cup in the trash, and walking right out without a word as he was staring at his phone. Haechan took a sip from the beer, watching you as you grabbed another one from the fridge and walked right out. More like watching your ass as you left.

You rushed out of the room, flipping your hair and quickly handing Mark the can, sitting on his lap, making him smile and get a tad bit shy. "I'll get the shots ready," you say pouring a round to the two men. "we couldn't wait for you, so now drink two for being late," said Doyoung as he leaned back on the couch. "What the- you're setting me up." you look at your boyfriend who smiled giving away that the older man was lying, but you were trying to prove something anyway so you took two shots right after one another. "Fuck you," you say as you wipe your mouth, taking your boyfriend's beer to wash down the soju. "Slow downnnn," Mark says eyes wide, taking the beer from you. "It's alright," you chuckle kissing his lips. Jaehyun nodded at you, amazed by your boldness, but still doubting your drinking skills. "Just don't get wasted," said the frat boy, sipping on a diet coke. You rolled your eyes, noticing Haechan finally coming out of the kitchen, still sipping on his can of beer.

"Y/n, are we playing now?" you look to your side where Johnny was standing with a table tennis paddle in his hand. "Of course!" you stand on your feet, pulling up your boyfriend too. You feel a bit dizzy, but not too crazy, you feel good finally, all worries are gone from your mind. Johnny dabbed up Mark before you walked outside, Johnny going around the table, standing ahead of you and Mark. "Hold on, that's cheating." the tall man whines, yelling for someone to be on his side. Eventually, Jungwoo walked out, picked up a paddle, and played with you three.

Between each point, whenever you made a mistake, Doyoung brought you, Jaehyun, and himself a shot. "This is just making me better." you shrug as you take another shot. Jungwoo laughs at you and claps his hands, taking a sip from the wine he brought out with himself. "How do you feel?" you ask the two men as they put down their glasses. "Honestly, nothing," Doyoung says looking at his friend. "I feel fine too." Jaehyun shrugs. "Alright." you roll your eyes getting back to the game.

You end up winning, making your boyfriend drink all that was left from his beer as a celebration. He coughed a little, making you chuckle. "Woah- hold on." he holds onto your hand. "Let's go inside!" says Jungwoo, not feeling defeated at all, cheeks a bit red from one glass of wine already.

A bit of time passed, Mark got drunk. not wasted- but he only gets touchy in front of the others if he has drunk enough.

"That's enough for you." you take the new can of beer away from him. "You can have it later," you say while sitting on his lap, making him whine, Mark burying his face in your chest. "Only if I can have you later too." his hand on your ass, squeezing it slightly. "If you can walk in a straight line, maybe." you shake your head, chuckling at him. "Dude- I'm sober!" he throws his head back in distress. He softly pushes you off him, making you sit in his place before standing up showing off as he walks in a perfectly straight line. You shake your head, congratulating him as he hops back down next to you. "Alright, now I can't say no-" You put your hands up in defeat, Mark pulling you in a kiss.

The party was close to its end, Taeil and Jungwoo both flushed red, even when they tried their best to stay sober, Doyoung and Jaehyun were still fine, but them engaging in some random heartfelt conversation, hinting that they also enjoyed the night. Yuta was gone, probably got tired early, and went to bed. Haechan- Haechan was nowhere to be seen for the last couple of hours, putting you at ease and not causing any more disturbance for the night. Taeyong and Johnny, keeping themselves busy, playing table tennis outside even at 2 in the morning.

Mark kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear, hand caressing your thigh. He stood up, holding your hand pulling you to your room saying he was tired now. "Go, I'll clean up, alright?" you smile at him as he whines but leaves just like you told him. You sigh as you start organizing the table, taking all the used glasses and cups to the sink, hoping someone will clean them instead of you. Walking back to the living room area, you notice Doyoung and Jaehyun still talking, both having serious expressions on. "Y'all gone." you push slightly at Doyoung making him flop back, laughing slightly at him. "If we're gone you are too," Jaehyun shakes his head "You can actually handle your alcohol," he adds before you walk away with another round of dirty glasses.

You cleaned up nicely, still having some work to do in the morning, but you were tired too. You went to wash up, taking a very quick shower before walking to your room. You forgot about Mark-

As you walk in you see him on his phone, hair wet again as it looked like he took a shower right before you. "Are you drunk?" you ask as you walk up to him, sitting on the edge beside him. "A bit, yeah," he says putting down his phone. He seems to have sobered up a bit. "You?" you nod with your head, but he could see you felt mostly fine. "So..." he takes a hold of your hand. "I'm down if you are," he licks his lips as he gazes down at yours. You bite your lips, pulling him in for a kiss. He sighed as you placed your lips on his, his hands wandering up your legs, waist, then chest. You moan into the kiss as he teases your nipples. The Canadian smiled into the kiss, confident in himself, but just after, you pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. "Fuck- you're so hot." he eyes you up as you sit on him, hips grinding down on him. His hands take a hold of your breasts, groping them as his face changes from the friction he gets. You grind down harder onto him, earning deep sighs from him, that the more you hump him, the more they turn into whines. "Want you so bad, want to fuck you so hard." Mark's head pushes into the mattress, his big hands leaving your tits to your hips to help you grind down faster. "I can feel your hard cock, feels so good already," you say, your voice cracking slightly as his bulge brushes against your clothed core, keeping yourself up by leaning on his chest.

You both grunt and whine, trying to keep quiet, but you weren't sure if either of you were succeeding. Mark's right thumb slips to your clothed clit, making you slow down so he has more space. He rubs you nicely with his digit before going to your button. You help him get you out of your jeans, eagerly climbing back on top of him. You were soaking wet already. "So wet... for me?" he almost moans at the sight, you could feel him twitch under you. "Need you inside so bad," you say as you're quick to unbuckle his belt, and pull off his pants, his cock bulging hard in his underwear. As you throw his pants to the side, he pulls off his underwear, his dick slapping hard against his lower abdomen. "Fuck-" he swears, your hand reaching to jerk him a few times before positioning him right to your pussy. He helped, keeping your panties to the side as you slid down on him.

"Oh fuck...." you both moan out, feeling him stretch you out so well. "So tight around me," he gripped the side of your thighs. "Move." he begged, but you could tell he tried to sound demanding.

You may have been a bit loud, but at that time you couldn't care less. You focused on riding Mark and he was lost in the pleasure and your body, neither of you noticing your phone vibrating on the side of the bed.

Texts from Haechan, telling you to keep down because he can hear everything. He rolled his eyes as he heard your moans, tongue kept spitting out Mark's name, telling him all kinds of dirty things he wished you told him. He didn't even notice, his hand already palming his hardening dick through his sweats. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sweet mewls he heard through the thin walls. He could already see you, naked, tits bouncing as you keenly ride him, your tight walls clenching around his cock, your pussy creaming on him while he fucked into you from below. The fabric on his sweats moving up and down as he was already jerking himself off, grunts escaping his soft lips, fucking up into his right hand imagining it's you instead.

Your body language didn't slip over his head, he noticed the way you shook as he touched your waist earlier today, the way you crossed your legs, flexing your thighs while he traced your skin with his fingers. He saw how nervous you got from his gaze, how your breath hitched when he stepped closer than a friend should. He smirked as his hand moved on himself, knowing he was finally in. And he will be in you soon too...

He took his phone into his left hand, unlocked it, and opened your texts back up, all his horny thoughts projecting into messages to you. He smirked as he thought about Mark noticing his one too many texts to 'his' girlfriend. He knew you wouldn't see them yet, because he heard how busy you were... riding dick, but he wanted you to see them tomorrow morning.

His dick was rock hard, pre cum coating his tip making it easier for his hand to move. Wet sounds echoing in the small room, mixing in with your and your boyfriend's sounds from the other room. His eyes were slightly open just so he could text, his finger hardly moving as the pleasure took over his body.

"Fuck." he firmly said, releasing into his hand, his cum soaking into his underwear and the access sliding down the side of his cock. Finally not ruined, Haechan thought while laying in his bed, chest moving up and down heavily.

Sounded like the noises stopped in the other room, which made Haechan very tired. That's when he smirked. He didn't hear you cum.

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Warm breakfast welcoming you in bed as the Sun shines through the curtains, your boyfriend had prepared a little surprise for you. "Baby!" you smile as he walks into the room, the meal in his hands putting it on the side of the bed for you. "I'm not the best cook, but I wanted to do something for you," Mark rubbed the back of his neck. "Thank you, but aren't you hungover?" you peck his cheek after pulling him down by his shirt. "Yeah, but that's my fault. Are you?" he asks back sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Not really, just feelin' tired a bit," you say as you sip on the glass of water that Mark brought to you with your breakfast. "How are you gonna drink tonight, dude?" you raise a brow, "Dude..." he repeats after you, " Are you gonna drink today too?" he looks at you in disbelief. "I gotta prove some things to Doyoung and Jaehyun." you shrug. Mark widened his eyes while looking away. "Anyway," he turned to you and pecked your lips, "Eat, and we'll do something fun today too."

Turned out the fun he mentioned was going clubbing. Taeyong looked around and found a really popular place in the area, he hyped it up pretty well so most members agreed. Not everybody was coming, though. Taeil, Jungwoo, Doyoung, and Yuta all said they'd rather go out for a late-night meal and some sightseeing if that's even possible at night. Besides these four, the others were all excited and were already talking about it in the morning.

"Let's not get spotted," looked around Taeyong. "I'm not gonna hide," shrugged Jaehyun, "It's not a big deal either." you overheard them as you brought out your dirty dishes to the kitchen. "Of course, I just mean..." the noise gets quiet as you start washing the dishes from the night before. "Why are you cleaning all the time?" surprised you Taeil from behind you, who was munching on some food. "You think it's your job, because you're the only woman here?" you thought he was being sarcastic, but he looked pretty genuine... "...No." you break out into a laugh. "You could be cleaning too, I just know you won't do it." you look back to the sink, rubbing the dirty plate with a sponge. "I cleaned up the living room after you went to sleep." Taeil shrugged his wide shoulders. "No way," you say in fake excitement and he approvingly winked at you then took another bite of whatever he was eating. "You're not coming tonight?" you bring up another topic, feeling more productive while talking with the older male. "Not a party person." he goes around the kitchen island now in front of you as he sits down on a bar chair. "Also, Doyoung will probably pay. Who am I to reject free food?" you laugh at him again, pretty entertained by his thinking. "True, Doie has a big heart and a thick wallet." he nods in agreement. "If you want I can finish this up for you." he points to the still big pile of dishes in the sink. "You can cook or do your makeup or something." ...silence. "I'm just kidding. Obviously." he crosses his legs. "You can call over Jungwoo, he promised to help me with something," you respond after a while. "You got tired of me or what?" he says as he stands up. "Yes."

Jungwoo walked in after Taeil, happy to be helping you. "I promised help with like beating someone in a game, but cooking works too." he skips into the kitchen, sitting where Taeil earlier was, the said man sitting next to Jungwoo. "Are you helping too?" you ask Taeil, "No, I'm just hungry."

Jungwoo helped with cooking up something, and by the end, Taeil ended up joining too as he eventually got bored. "Alright thanks, guys," you say turning off the stove, letting the food sit bubbling under the lid for a bit more. "Anytime," they say, leaving the kitchen with you. The whole day went by with you waking up late and cooking something that could last a bit for the others. By the time you three finished up, it was already time to get ready for tonight.

You couldn't decide what to wear for the night, you didn't ask for help either not being sure if it would be helpful at all. Turned out you should've done so earlier as when Mark stepped in the room, noticing your struggle he was quick to beg you to wear his favorite dress of yours. "My everything is out in that dress, Mark." you worry, whether it would be a comfortable option. "I know, you don't have to if you don't want to, but I'm not drinking today, wear whatever you want Baby." he came closer to you pressing a peck to your head. "I can protect you."

You chose Mark's favorite dress. His promise meant much to you, making you confident enough to step out in that tiny, tight dress that bricked up your boyfriend multiple times before. Sharp glances coming from the other men in the room, you weren't so sure Mark thought about his friends seeing you in this dress. Or maybe that was exactly what he wanted?

No one seemed to dare say anything as it could've sounded wrong coming from them, they settled on starring. Jaehyun watched as you walked up to them sitting down on the couch where you chatted with him and Doyoung the night before. You carefully sat down, holding the hem of your dress hoping it wouldn't slip up and expose more of you than intended. "So... who's coming?" you look around the silent room, "Me, Taeyong, Johnny, Haechan, and your boyfriend," replied Jaehyun, his eyes lingering on your thighs before making eye contact with you. The way he emphasized the last words sounded like a reminder to himself.

You nod and lean back in your seat, legs crossed.

"Who are we waiting for?" stepped in Mark, breaking the silence and seeing upbeat about tonight. "Haechanie," yelled Taeyong to the mentioned man. Immediately he stepped out of his room that was right around the corner right next to yours, looking at his phone before his hands slipped into his pockets. "Let's go," he said already heading out to the front of the house. Mark took a hold of your hand as he pulled you in front of him, slapping your ass. You looked back with a smirk, knowing he would regret letting you out in this dress. You will make him suffer tonight.

Mark would've driven to the club as he promised to stay sober, but the car was one person too crowded, and he wanted you to sit on his lap so Johnny drove there. You weren't sure how it would go on the way home, but the night was long you didn't want to worry about going home, and hopefully, you will be too drunk to remember.

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Back facing Mark, looking in the dark crowd flashed by colorful lights while the stupidest club song was playing in the back, but the atmosphere made it sound good. Your boyfriend's hand holding onto your waist, ass pressed up against his crotch, boldly dancing together hoping he wouldn't get seen. Wearing a cap and a denim jacket he looked like any other frat guy at the party, he was confident in not looking recognizable. "Want a drink princess?" he leaned closer to your ear, making sure you heard his question. You nodded already feeling a bit dizzy, but you wanted more, it was too early to stop. He twirled you around, pulling down your dress and clicking his tongue before leading you to the bar. He took out some money from his pocket, asking the bartender whatever you were drinking last time, which you couldn't remember. "Here," he handed you the glass, watching as you licked the side of it before gulping it down in one go. Looking at your lips the whole time, he felt his grey sweats tighten up. The burning taste of the alcohol and the salt mixing on your tongue made your throat tighten up a bit, Mark noticing your struggle he put the piece of lime between your lips that came with the drink order. You quickly sucked on the fruit, but before you could spit it out Mark leaned in and took the lime skin away from your lips with his teeth, spitting it in his hand before pulling you in a kiss. Hand immediately grabbed behind you, groping your ass with his big hand while his tongue licked in your mouth, lips roughly brushing together. You pull away smirking at his needy behaviour. "Watch out, I didn't fully swallow. You might get tipsyyy," you tease him making him grab onto your ass tighter before letting it go. "Come dance with me." probably meant more dry humping in the crowd. "I'm so hard for you," he whispered in your ear, pressing his bulge against your thighs. Rolling your eyes, he pulled you back to the other guys, some of them jumping to the music, some of them gone, probably on a smoke break.

Continuing to dance with your boyfriend, you were surprised he didn't cum in his pants from the way he was grinding against you. Hands sneakily slipping under your dress, grabbing at your bare butt, and playing with your underwear, making sure only he could see it. He was acting up seeing you in the dress, you were a bit surprised at the switch-up at the club from yesterday. "Mark what the fuck?" you widen your eyes standing up straight and pulling your dress down. He smirked as he pecked your neck from behind. As he leaned closer you grabbed behind you, taking hold of his rock-hard cock, his smirk washing off his face and letting out a loud hiss behind you. You smirked proudly before reaching into his pocket and stealing some money to get yourself a drink. "I'll be back!" you said, sending a flying kiss to your boyfriend before walking up to the bartender.

You wanted to get it over with so you asked for a shot of vodka. You were about to hand the bartender the money when somebody behind you did before you. "Let me pay for you, pretty girl." said a random man you've never seen before. You were about to decline, but you were far too drunk to care and you just saved Mark his money so you accepted it. "Thank you," you said kindly tilting your head back to take down the shot. You were about to slide back into the crowd, but the man who paid for you started talking to you. "No need to thank me," he smiled at you. "How's the party?" you turned to him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "Erm, uh pretty good um.." you were a bit disoriented after the shot you had to process the words from the tall man. "Sorry I'm just a bit drunk," you said and explained you came with your boyfriend and friends. "Oh I'm not bothered by that," he replied, but you weren't sure to which part he did to, either way, he wasn't super appealing.

"What's taking so long, Baby?" the voice came from behind you. The man in front of you clicked his tongue before turning away from you. "Haechan?" you turn, almost rolling your eyes as he sneaks an arm around your waist. "I have to go back to Mark," you emphasized Mark's name trying to pry yourself from his hold. "Go back to who? Your boyfriend who couldn't even give a shit about you being hit on?"

"God, why are you so fucking jealous?" you whine pushing away from Donghyuck. "So fucking annoying all the time." his eyes softened while dropping down to gaze at the floor.

"Fuck, I'm hard..." you almost felt bad...

You broke into a smile that turned into a full-on laughter. He's so pathetic. "You're such a loser, Hyuck."

"There it is."

"What?" you raised a brow.

"You called me Hyuck." you rolled your eyes. You wanted to leave and go back to Mark on the dance floor, but as you took a step you started feeling the consequences of the vodka. "You should sit down for a bit. Your boyfriend can wait." he pulled you back slightly, making you sit on one of the bar stools. "And we can talk about why you're avoiding me." you held onto his arm as you tried getting comfortable, the dizziness turning down a notch. "I think it's obvious why I don't want to be around you." you shake your head, the alcohol allowing you to speak your thoughts. "No?" he failed to agree while he asked for a beer. "Yes." you sigh. "Look Hyu-, Haechan. I like you, as a friend. Mark also trusts you and-"

"I don't give a flying shit about Mark, and you don't either, you just feel bad, ____." you get quiet, seeing his frustrated appearance. "I see the way you look at me, the way you act around me. You don't think I see how much of a slut you are whenever you act up around me, but Mark eats it up, thinking you're his. You're smart ____, making everyone think you're innocent, but you want me just as much as I want you." you opened your mouth, "Don't try to deny. I heard you. This morning." he suddenly calmed down, lips forming a slight grin. "I know you saw my texts," he gulped into his can of beer. "You were getting off to them."

Fuck.

"Did you cum hard? Did my texts get you off better than Mark?" he leaned in, lips dangerously close to yours. "Because you sounded louder, than when you were with your boyfriend."

"W-what are you doing?" you pulled back a bit, face heating up, but you weren't sure if it was because of the alcohol or because of Dong fucking Hyuck in front of you. Your heart felt like it was soon going into cardiac arrest, beating out of your chest, you were worried he could hear it even with the loud music in the background.

"And this dress..." his finger slipped under the hem of your tiny dress, caresing the side of your thigh. "Do you really want me to go insane?"

"Baby." Haechan sighed as he slowly pulled back, not to raise suspicion, turning towards the bar with his hand gripping the beer can. "We're leaving soon it's almost 4 in the morning, wanna come and dance with me a bit?" Mark stepped closer to you, kissing your lips. Oh, how you wish that was Haechan instead...

"Woah your face is hot! How much did you drink?" he said concerned, putting a hand over your cheek. "Thanks, dude for looking out for her," Mark said to Haechan who turned around with an innocent smile.

Mark dragged you back to the middle of the club, dancing for the rest of the night. By the end of the party, Mark drove home with you as his passenger princess, and the rest talking in the back. Taeyong had to sit on Johnny's lap on the way home so all of you could fit in.

Walking back into the house Mark doesn't waste a single second before pulling you with him in the shower, and spending some highly anticipated time with you.

"Let me wash your back," he said turning you around before he started rubbing your back with his huge hands. "It was so good with you today Baby. I had so much fun." you relaxed into his touch, the hot water mixing with flowery scent clearing your drunk mind, leaning into your boyfriend a bit. "You looked so sexy." you hummed while closing your eyes, Mark's hand wandering over from your back to the front, massaging your chest between his fingers. Your back flat against his toned front, you reached behind you grabbing his hard cock that has been strained against your ass since the club.

"Fuck," he moaned at your touch, probably so needy for you by the feel of his dick, Mark hummed in your ears as you started stroking him. The right hand slowly speeds up on his length, dick twitching from your grip, his kisses on your neck leave you breathless making you sigh heavily from the soft lingering feeling. His fingers started trailing down, soapy hand quickly slipping down to your cunt. Spreading your folds with his finger he began rubbing on your clit while you jerked him off.

"Your hand feels so good baby, keep jerking me off," he whispered in your ear, while your mind wandered around a bit. His fingers were so skilled, rubbing at just the right places, noting where you needed him most. "Just like that." he praised, biting the end of his words at the pace of your hands.

"Bend over for me, yeah?" the lack of friction left you unsatisfied as his hand slipped to your back, pushing you forward. You obeyed, leaning down, holding yourself up by the cold, tiled wall. The Canadian took hold of your ass to spread them apart, taking a nice look down before slipping in his cock.

Your thighs flexed, tight walls capturing him inside of you. "Fuck Baby, relax for me a bit, yeah?" he hissed and stopped pushing in further scared he might cum too soon. He was eager to finally release the pent-up tension, but he wanted to enjoy you for a bit longer.

You tried to grab onto the flat surface, almost hitting your face on the wall as he finally pushed in fully. You spread your legs wider for your boyfriend and arched your back, trying to relax while his big dick stretched you out for the second time since the vacation started. "Just like that..." he mumbled as he started moving behind you, not fast, but making sure to connect his hips to yours each time he pushed in. Your mouth agape, eyes closed shut again.

All the frustration from your boyfriend all night, then his best friend taking teasing to another level. Haechan got you worked up so well just with his words, putting you in an almost hypnotic state as the only thing you could think about while getting fucked by your boyfriend is it being Haechan instead.

Mark's hand that was spreading your ass before now slowly made its way to your wet hair, taking hold of it and pulling your head back with it. "God..." you sighed as you were forced to straighten your posture, back slapping against Mark's chest. He had already picked up on the speed, his cock moving inside of you quickly, you were almost gasping for air. The hot shower fogged up, making it harder to breathe.

"I'm almost there. Take it for me?" he grunted out, his moves getting sloppier by each second, you knew he was close. This position made it easy for him to hit your favorite spots inside of you, he got you closer to your high.

Eyes shut close, ears picking up on the sound of your hips slapping together, moans leaving both your lips, but you weren't as close as Mark was. Mind wandering off, suddenly the picture of Haechan standing behind you, holding your hair in a fist while he pounded into you appeared. Your sweet and dirty fantasy getting you closer to your orgasm, making your body move on its own, backing up on your boyfriend's dick, making the movements deeper and rougher.

You mouthed Hyuck's name, taking everything in you not to moan it out loudly, so everybody could hear, even Mark behind you. "I'm cumming," his breath hitched, pulling you up against him and releasing inside of you. While he came down from his high, your fingers moved on their own, running to your slit and rubbing your clit to catch up to him with your climax. Your body shook as you moaned out, also making you stumble back from the alcohol still lingering in your system. "That's my pretty girl..." Mark whispered in your ear, sucking on the soft skin of your neck.

"Fuck, I'm still drunk as shit." you held onto your boyfriend, acting oblivious to the fact that you just came to the thought of Haechan. "Let me help you." he chuckled and pulled out of you, making you feel empty after him being in you for so long.

Mark was a gentleman, he helped you finish washing up and brought you back to your room. He helped take off your smudged makeup and made you drink a shit ton of water so you wouldn't dehydrate. He took care of you so well and praised you before tucking you into bed then got comfortable himself while hugging you close to him. He fell asleep rapidly, while your thoughts and dizzy mind kept you awake. You weren't sure when you drifted to sleep.

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"He's insane..." You rubbed your head as you had just woken up, - and your hungover headache was killing you - eyes barely open while you listened to Haechan's voice message. It looked like he called you at 6 a.m. and you didn't pick up.

"____, fuck. It hurts so bad, you made me so hard." you listened to Haechan whimpering into the microphone as he moaned your name. He called while you were sleeping and jerked off to you.

You wanted to turn it off, still feeling guilty and ashamed after last night, because you didn't forget a single moment that happened. You and Haechan flirting, Mark fucking you in the shower while all you could think of was Hyuck... a lot to take in. All you could do was sit in bed and listen to him. And now you were feeling worked up over Haechan whimpering out your name while you could clearly hear him jerk off on the other side of the line. You wonder what would've happened if you picked up the phone.

You sighed as you stopped the voice message and deleted it. You gently threw your phone on the nightstand to your left, only now noticing a white pill and a cup of water propped up on there. Mark is so sweet... your boyfriend is so sweet.

You immediately took the medicine, gulping it down with water hoping it would ease your headache soon. You were the drunkest out of all the guys, they were probably already awake, discussing last night. If we overlook the details the club was actually pretty cool. Good music and good company, you enjoyed it, but you were just exhausted.

All you wanted was to lay in bed all day. One reason is to relax, second reason is to save yourself from the embarrassment when seeing Haechan. Fuck, was he really serious?

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"You haven't come out all day, are you that tired?" Mark came in to check on you every once in a while, laying down with you for a couple of minutes, bringing you all your meals and any beverages you asked for, making you feel worse.

"The medicine didn't work?" he asked worriedly, lying under the covers next to you. You shook your head, still feeling sick. Next time you should think twice before drinking two days in a row just for validation. "Mark, I love you." you look up at him, seeing him smile softly. "I know dude, I love you too."

Guilt.

Crazy amount of guilt.

He felt so right up against you, hugging you tight with his strong arms, body hot from him. You placed your hand on his as he crept closer to you, chest pressed up your back and lips close to your neck.

"You were so good last night." you blurted out, praising Mark. "Yeah?" you could feel him smile against your neck, "Sorry for getting you so worked up in the club, we could've gotten caught." your eyelids feel heavy, "You were drunk, I was the one messing around. Like seriously dude."

you don't respond.

"___?" he leans over your relaxed form, meeting with closed eyes. He looked at his wrist, checking the time on his watch. "17:37, good night I guess."

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23:14

It was not a good choice to sleep again, but you just couldn't help it. Anyway, you woke up energized, Mark in a deep slumber next to you. You haven't even taken a shower yet.

You stand up quietly, slipping from under the covers, Mark's arm falling over nothing while you tip-toe out of the room. Coming out of the room for the first time today, immediately turning the corner to the bathroom.

Bump.

"Oh, you can be seen besides when you wanna get fucked?" looking up you see Haechan with gamer headphones hanging from his neck. "What?" you don't even comprehend his words, not expecting to run into him like this, hoping you wouldn't run into him. "What are you doing anyway?" he rolled his eyes at your confused form, how was he so casual after what he had told you in the club?

You zone out, only snapping back when Haechan spoke again, "Are you still drunk from last night, pretty?" his eyes scan your face. "You seemed a bit... out of it." his hand comes up to your chin. "Don't you remember?" it sounded like he was sizing up the situation, contemplating whether you remember what happened or not.

His soft hands grab onto you, tilting your head up. "I do." is all you manage to get out, body automatically leaning into his hold. Fuck.

Haechan leans in, lips connecting to yours for a moment. You break free from him stepping back, eyes wide and body completely frozen from the shock. Haechan steps forward pulling you to him, your neck stretching to meet his lips again.

What the fuck are you doing?

You think, but then your arms wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss as his tongue brushes against yours. Haechan's hand sneaks around your waist, pulling you even closer. You gasp as his right hand squeezes your ass, making you push away from him. "Fuck- you know we can't. I can't," you whisper to Haechan who is smirking at you, seemingly entertained by your inner conflict. "No one's here Baby, you can give in."

Mark gave you his all, you had everything, but you wanted more than everything. Greedy for temptation that Donghyuck gave to you so well. The game he played with you, provoking you for months until you would give in. He knew you would.

"I know you want me, come on." Haechan clicked his tongue, pushing you up the wall knee positioned between your legs. You finally respond, lightly nodding your head. "Words."

"I want you." "I know Baby." he teased, his palm placed on your neck as he pinned you against the wall, now mindlessly touching you, toying with your sanity. "Hyuck," you bite your lip as blood rushes to your cheeks. "What? Isn't this what you wanted?" his knee pushed up to your core, and you gasped at the friction.

Your legs almost gave up from the feeling, this situation felt so unreal, mostly because it wasn't right. "Think only about me," it was like he could read your mind, Haechan leaned down to whisper on your lips, suddenly biting on your bottom lip. His hand slipped up your shirt, caresing your bare waist before reaching under your thighs to pick you up.

You grabbed onto his wide shoulders, gripping the material of his shirt between your fingers. Eye contact was carefully held by him, all you could look at was his face as he brought you into the kitchen and placed you on top of the counter which was the closest surface he could prop you up by. His lips found yours once again, now kissing you more passionately, the need visible in the way he held your waist.

"Want me to kiss you until you can't fucking breathe?" chest rapidly moving up and down to catch your breath as he pulls the shirt over your head, arms in the air so he could slip you out of the clothing easily. You eagerly nodded your head, waiting for him to kiss you again, chasing his lips with your own. He stood between your legs, thighs wrapped around his hips, pulling him close to your core. He took your hand and guided it to his bulge, "All because of you." he was big.

You gulped hard before he pulled you towards him by your legs and pushed you back on the counter, goosebumps appearing on your skin from the cold. Haechan was harsh, almost ripping the shorts off you, smirking at the view of your pussy through your underwear. The way he looked at you reminded you of the pool incident, but now it was on purpose.

"I always wondered how you tasted here," he came back up to your face kissing you for a moment "And here." you whimpered out when Haechan leaned down and licked over your underwear.

"Fuck, Mark never does this," "What does Mark even do?" Haechan scoffed before focusing on your clit, making you drool a bit at the unfamiliar feeling. Your legs hung over his shoulders, his big hands holding your thighs in place next to his face. The way he looked up at you from under, his tongue pushed up against you, he was so hot, your fingers tugging at his dark brown hair making him hum against you.

"So pretty," his finger grabbed at your panties and pulled it to the side before getting messy, licking up from your entrance to your clit, carefully circling around the sensitive area. Your thighs clasped around his head, but he forced it open again, left hand pushing down on your inner thigh and right hand grabbing at your chest through your bra.

Mouth agape at him eating you out so well, nose buried between your legs while his tongue swiped across your clit, your hand left his hair to take off your bra. Bit clumsy with your hands as you were trying to do it quickly, eyes focused on Haechan who was making direct eye contact with you, eyes darkening when you threw your bra to the side. "So desperate, huh?" his lips curving into a smirk before focusing on your cunt, now a finger replacing his tongue. His cold finger sent shivers down your spine as he finally slipped it in.

"Hyuck, I need more than this..." you gasped at the curve of his finger hitting your walls. "I was patient with you, now you'll have to be patient too," he said as he dove back in, tongue now licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves while his finger trusted in and out of you, curving it upwards just at the right places. "I need your cock, Hyuck." his movements sped up getting you closer to the edge, you had to lay down on the counter, hiding your view of his pretty mouth placed on your pussy.

Palm placed on your mouth, scared of letting out an unexpected moan, you tried to hold back, but small whines still escaped your lips. You felt it, his tongue soon pushing you over the edge, "D-don't stop." you bit your lips, toes curling at the sensation, a moan slipping from between your lips. "Hyuck, Hyuck, Hyuck..." you repeatedly said his name as he guided you through your orgasm, his movements slowing down until you calmed down.

You laid on the cold countertop with your eyes closed, Donghyuck pulled away from your still dripping pussy, your underwear gliding back to its place as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You were so goddamn loud moaning my name you better come in my room before someone sees you spread out like this for me." his eyes glided over your uncovered tits, and he held your leg to calm you down. He wasn't in a hurry even if he sounded like it, you knew he would enjoy it if some one walked in on you like this.

It was almost midnight, no way anybody could've heard you, but you were willing to follow him wherever. He took hold of your hand to help you off the counter, pulling you towards his room. Haechan enjoyed controlling you like this, because you were stubborn, but now it was like you were wrapped around his fingers, listening to him so well.

You walked into his room, realizing there was now no way out of this, you're cheating on Mark.

He walked up behind you, arms wrapping around your half-naked form as he whispered in your ear, "I'm gonna fuck you." you gasped slightly, mouth agape at his dirty words, "You want me to fuck you so bad, don't you?" he teased. "Fuck-" You should've thought this over, but that's all you want right now. You'll think about this when you care, which is not right now. "Yes, I want you to fuck me, please," you almost mewl as he reaches between your legs, finger in your panties.

Before you could enjoy it too much he pushed you down on his bed. You landed with a thud and before you could turn around he pinned your arms down on the mattress. "That's all I want to do to you," he pushed his bulge against your ass, humming at the feeling. He let go of your arm just to throw his headphones away from his neck, but not stopping his movements, shamelessly humping your ass. Your back arched to make it easier for him, but he stood up straight, leaving you on the bed still at his mercy.

Haechan reached into the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a box of condoms. "Why the fuck do you have that?" you lifted your head and furrowed your eyebrows, "Were you so sure this was going to happen?" Haechan ripped up the package with his teeth after taking one from the almost empty box, spitting it out next to you. "I hoped,"

"You don't need it though," you looked back at him, seeing his eyes widen "You sure?" you nodded your head, seeing him happily throw out the already opened condom. He pulled down both his pants and boxers, his dick slapping against his lower abdomen. He was exposed to your gaze, grinning at you while you watched him. "Am I big?" he teasingly asked, watching your reaction carefully. "I have to feel it to tell," you got confident, but it was quick to disappear when he pulled your panties aside and glided his cock inside you.

It went in smoothly, your wet pussy swallowing it, while he stretched you out. "Oh my-" you bit the end of your sentence, fingers curling into a fist. "Now, am I big?" he pulled out of you until his tip was barely in you, then slapped his hips against yours, making you choke on your words. You just nodded your head and squeezed your eyes shut, unable to form coherent words.

His hands spread your ass, giving him a better view of his cock slipping in and out of you, each thrust making you moan out his name. You looked so pretty, and your pretty face matched with your pretty pussy, all he could think of was you, you, and you. "Louder, Baby. L-let the man next door hear how good I'm fucking you. Let him know... God..." his head fell backwards for a second before composing himself.

"You made me work for this," he said through gritted teeth, his thrust speeding up to his liking. "A-and made me wait so long." you squeezed around him, making him stumble on his words. "I'm sorry..." you cried out, feeling him hit a spot inside you, making it hard for you to focus on anything other than his cock buried deep in you. "I know you're not, pretty." he leaned over your back, arms on each side of your head so he could reach even deeper into you.

"I should punish you, but you listened to me so well," he groaned after he spoke, unable to hold back, both of you high on the pleasure. His hips slapped into yours roughly, the tip of his dick hitting spots that were never reached before. "Is my dick bigger than your boyfriend's, huh?" you didn't even think of it, yes it was bigger. Mark himself wasn't small, but besides having a big dick he couldn't use it as well as Hyuck did. You knew it, you felt it because you knew you weren't going to last for much longer.

You nodded your head once again as response, making Haechan scoff. "Speak princess. I want to hear you say it," his soft tone paired up with his rough movements pushing your head into the mattress, pushing you closer to your orgasm. "I'm so close!" you cried out, making Haechan stop his movements. "Wrong words."

You let out a whine as the closeness disappeared, leaving you with just a feeling of him stretching you out alone, which wasn't nearly enough. "Your dick is bigger than Mark's..." you breathed out quickly, moving your ass back to feel him slip a bit deeper in you. "So desperate for my big dick, yeah?"

"Please..." he reached over to your face, pushing the pieces of hair that had fallen over your face. Hearing your pleading words, he couldn't hold back. He took hold of your waist before relentlessly thrusting into you selfishly chasing his high, but by your sounds, he knew you enjoyed the way he used you. "So pretty... so so pretty, fuck." he mumbled under his breath, his groans turning whinier by each thrust.

"I'm gonna cum," he hissed as his eyebrows furrowed on his face, his grip on your torso tightening. "Me too," both of you panting loudly, none of you spoke anymore, only one goal in mind; to finally release.

His groan sent you over the edge, making you moan his name loudly, he cursed in reply watching as your body shook from the release. Soon Donghyuck stopped his movements, pushing all his length into you, spilling his cum inside you "Fuck-" he cursed again, watching you all fucked out from him. He was shamelessly loud, he couldn't care less about being heard, or maybe he wanted to be heard. You could hear him breathe, tired from how good he fucked you. Donghyuck pulled out of you, reaching for his pants and boxers and putting them on while he watched you, lying on his bed as his cum dripping out of your cunt, panties getting dirtier by each second.

"So pretty," he slapped your ass before hopping down on his bed next to you. "Fuck Hyuck, I-" you bit your lips, turning around, now lying on your back. "Are you gonna tell Mark about this?"

Oh my god, Mark.

Words got stuck in your mouth, tongue pushing against the side of your cheeks. You covered your chest with your hands, making Haechan get up and take a shirt from his closet, "I'm not wearing that." he sighed and shrugged still throwing the clothing piece next to you just in case. He took a tissue paper from his nightstand, softly reaching down to clean you up as much as he could.

"I can't believe I cheated..." you mumbled to yourself as you pulled the blanket over your half naked body after Haechan threw the soaked tissue out and sat down next to you on his bed. "Was it good?" he looked at you with innocent puppy eyes, acting like he didn't just fuck his best friend's girlfriend. "Hyuck..." you say disappointed, but more in yourself than him. "It's no big deal, don't feel bad." you sighed in distress, looking at Haechan. "I'm horrible..." "No, you're not. It's not your fault Mark can't fuck you. And you deserve to be fucked. Good."

You stood up and left quickly, you needed time to process everything that just happened. Donghyuck called after you, but you didn't bother stopping, you tip-toed to the kitchen grabbed your shirt, and sneaked back into your room where Mark slept. You couldn't even look at him, but you laid down next to him, turned to the side, and stared at the darkness in the room.

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"Hey... wake up." Mark pushed at your peaceful form, making you slowly sit up in the bed. "Dude, how did your bra end up in the kitchen?" he asked as soon as you opened your eyes. You sat up fast, snatching your pink lacey bra from him. "Uh..." your eyes widen, not being able to find the right words. "I must've.. sleepwalked?" it sounded more like a question than a statement. "Now that's scary!" Mark said, completely oblivious to your lie.

You sighed in relief when he left, plopping back down on the bed, heart beating fast in your chest. Your phone buzzed next to you on the nightstand so you reached for it, eyes widening at the contact name.

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