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taintedcigs · 1 year

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✦ STRAWBERRIES & CREAM | steve h. x reader ✦

wc: 2k+

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! swearing, nicknames (sweetheart, baby, princess, etc.) p in v, praises!! lots of praises! degrading if u squint really really hard but not really!! slight dom!steve, but mostly soft!dom!steve, sub!reader, kind of a breeding kink, creampie, steve is v horny, aftercare!! shitty aftercare bc i suck at writing endings JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: you make steve a strawberry cake, and steve wants to return the favor.

authors note: FIRST TIME WRITING STEVE SMUT IM EXCITED!! im so very sorry about the shitty ending and the shitty aftercare, i had shitty men so i cannot write good aftercare OKAY!!! nah im jk hope yall enjoy it, PLS PLS leave me some feedback they r my joy and hope!! ALSO COME TALK TO ME IN ASKS, OR SEND ME PM IM V FRIENDLY I LOVE TALKING TO PPL okay that's it enjoy!! mwah xo, em💌

steve loves it. he absolutely loves when you do something for him, he adores the pretty smile you give him when he tells you how much he loves whatever it is you did for him.

but he can't help but get horny, so fucking horny when you do something for him. anything. when you bring him coffee at work, he's hard as a rock. when you take care of him after a stressful day, he's grateful, so grateful, but his bulge is tightening his pants.

and right now, when he sees you in your tight little sun dress as you're holding out a strawberry cake, his favorite, he knows he's about to explode.

he groans, actually groans as you dip your finger in the frosting holding out your fingers in front of his lips, his cock is strained in his pants, he needs you, and he needs you now.

his gaze remains attached to yours as he sucks on your finger, the rich flavors engulf his mouth, and he makes a popping sound causing you to rub your thighs together with the way his gaze devours you.

'what d'ya think?' you give him a small smile, excited for his feedback as you spent the entire day working on steve's favorite cake.

'tastes so fuckin' sweet, darlin' he murmurs as you giggle, looking up to him all doe-eyed, and steve swears you're doing it on purpose.

'do you like my surprise?' you ask, your eyes are lit up with hope and steve is putty in your hands, he adores the way your face is covered in flour, and he's quick to swipe it away, admiring your features.

'i love it, baby, you made this just for me?' he teases, his soft hands cup your cheeks, and you nod quickly, melting into his hands.

'mhmm, just for you stevie.' you murmur as you plant a kiss into his palm, and it's so soft, so fragile that steve feels perverted by the way he's thinking about you.

but he's desperate, so fucking desperate that all he wants to do is bend you over the counter and thrust into you till you scream out his name, making you cum over and over again while he watches your pretty face contort.

'wanna taste some too, stevie.' you whine as you point towards the cake, steve's pants tighten at what you're insinuating and he bites his cheek, his fingers dip into the frosting as he holds it in front of you.

you are quick to take his hand in yours, licking the frosting as you suck on his finger, all while holding your gaze with his, and you can almost see his pretty chestnut orbs become dark and lustful.

'you have no idea what you're doing to me, princess.' he sucks in a breath, 'fuck.' he almost groans and you look up at him all innocently.

'my pretty girl.' he murmurs as his lips crash into yours, they taste like strawberries and cream, he's gentle but rough, and so very needy.

'need you baby, need you s'fuckin' badly.' he groans into your lips, 'stevie...' you whine, pleading.

'what does my pretty girl need?' he cooes. 'you. need you inside.' you whine, so needily, so prettily that steve has no choice but to take care of his girl.

before you can comprehend it steve is quick to bend you over the kitchen counter, pressing your head on the cold counter with one hand while the other one is quick to unzip his pants.

'i got you, baby... i'm gonna give you everything you fuckin' need, princess.' he flips up your dress, groaning at the sight as he gives you a rough slap on your cheeks, making you yelp.

'shh, princess... you can take it, mmm? my good lil' girl can take it.' he lays a messy kiss on your back, giving you another slap as you whine again.

'p-please... need more, need your cock, stevie...' you plead, and steve pouts. 'such a needy lil' baby, are ya?' he mocks, and you nod, you want— need him.

his tip is leaking with pre-cum as he gives it a few tugs at the sight of your ass cheeks being covered with his handprints, he smirks, smugly. 's'fuckin' gorgeous...' he murmurs, he tugs at your lacy panties, dragging them down your thighs.

he's slow to kiss every inch of your thighs, he spreads them apart, placing sloppy kisses in your inner thigh from the back as your breath hitches, 'stevie...' you murmur.

'you say my name so pretty.' he praises, 'tell me what you want, doll.' he's teasing now as his lips come close to your pussy lips, but never close enough that you get what you need.

'p-please, stevie, your hands, your mouth, your cock, anything...' you plead, doe-eyed, and steve knows he could never say no to you.

'pretty baby, you know i would never say no to you if you begged for me like that, hmm?' he cooes, standing up now, cowering over your figure, his eyes are glazed with lust, you can't see him with your ass pressing onto his hardened cock, but from the tone of his voice you know how worked up he is.

his fingers are rough as they pinch your clit, causing you to whine. he slips one finger into your soaking folds, going deeper and deeper as you cry out, begging for more.

'is this what you wanted, sweets?' he murmurs, his lips are on your neck, sucking, nibbling, marking you in any way that he can.

'yes, yes!' you whine, steve's fingers are fast as they work in and out of you, his mouth is on each part of your body, almost. you can feel his thick cock, pressing harder against your ass, and it is driving you crazy, you need him inside of you.

'n-need more, stevie. need your cock.' you plead.

'does my good lil' girl want my cock inside?' he cooes, mockingly, making you nod frantically, 'yes, please stevie, please!' you cry out.

'what my pretty girl want, she gets.' he murmurs as he lines his angry tip along your entrance. he holds his cock with one hand while the other has a tight grip on your waist, then to tease you further, he starts tapping his leaking tip against your aching clit, letting out a hum.

you whine at the movement, feeling empty. 'such a pretty fuckin' sight, my gorgeous girl.' mewled groans escape his pretty lips, without letting a whine escape your pretty lips again he thrusts his hips into you in a quick movement, causing you to gasp at the feeling.

with both of his hands, he grips your waist, sheathing his cock inside of you slowly and more steadily now, bending you over further as he works his cock inside of you making you moan and whimper beneath him.

'f-fuck, princess. i'll never get used to how well this tight cunt takes me." his voice is raspy.

"so fuckin' warm.' he groans, his head thrown back as you feel your tight cunt stretch with each of his movement.

he sinks deeper, and deeper into you, burying himself to the hilt, making sure that you feel every ridge, every inch of his cock.

he brings one of his hands against your head, pressing you further into the counter as he thrusts further into you, causing you to suck in a breath when his ridge pushes against your clit again.

'harder, stevie, p-please...' you cry out and steve groans at your words, the way you beg him for more makes him squeeze his eyes shut with pleasure.

'my needy fuckin' girl.' he groans as he removes his cock from your warm pussy, and it almost causes you to whine because of the emptiness, begging for him to fill you up, but before you can steve pushes his girthy cock inside of you again, deeper, and harder.

all the thoughts leave his head, the only thing he cares about now is how you are bent over beneath him, begging for more, crying out his name as your ass jiggles each time he holds a tighter grip and shoves his cock inside of your tight hole.

all he cares about is how warm and tight your cunt feels, and all you care about is how well he fills your hole, so big, and his cock is ridged in all the right places that make you scream out his name.

he's not slowing down as he keeps up his thrusts, he wants you creaming his cock, screaming out his name as he fills your walls with his load.

he wants to ruin you and put you back together all at the same time, he wants you desperate, begging to him to let you cum, over and over again, until your clit is so sensitive that you cannot handle it anymore.

the room is filled with steve's curses and his praises, 'takin' me so well sweets.'

'such a good lil' girl for me, aren't ya?' and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other.

'need to cum, stevie. can i please cum?' you plead, whining still, and steve tries to slow down to not let you cum, but he can't help himself, his movements are still quick and he cannot control his pace when you teasingly arch your ass against him, causing your tight cunt to engulf around his cock, he throws his head back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut.

'f-fuck, baby, doin' so well for me, you can cum for me, babygirl.' he cooes as he bites onto your shoulder to hold himself from spilling his load into you. 'cum for me sweets, cream my cock.'

'i wanna feel you, princess. i wanna feel every fucking inch of this sweet pussy.' he groans as he strokes into you over and over again.

your warm cunt clamps around his cock, steve feels you release through his cock as you cry out for his name.

steve can't hold it in anymore, your pretty whines, the way you moan out his name, and the 'o' shape your pretty little lips take as you orgasm around him is enough to get him to empty his balls inside of you.

's-shit baby, can't hold it in much longer.' he curses.

'cum for me, stevie. wanna feel your warm load inside me.' you whine, praising him, and he groans loudly.

with a final thrust of his lips into your soaked warm cunt, he spills his seed inside of you. you can feel his cock pulse inside of you, it's warm and fills your hole to the brim.

steve groans loudly, and it's so blissful to your ears, he's so beautiful when he's loud and whiny, you think to yourself as your head is filled with nothing but steve.

he collapses on top of you, putting all of his weight onto you, hugging you from behind as you can hear his heavy breathing, still cursing as he praises you.

'my good lil' girl, pretty lil' baby.' he murmurs as he kisses your shoulders, when he's sure that every single drop of his cum is inside of you, he finally slips out.

he turns you around to face him, and you collapse in his arms, feeling dizzy, you hum. 'you're s'good, stevie.' you murmur weakly and it causes a smug chuckle out of steve, he gives your forehead a soft kiss.

'let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart.' you gaze up at him as he picks you up, carrying you with his strong arms.

his honey-glazed eyes are mesmerizing as they look down on you, you adoringly admire his features. he's so pretty after he cums, his beautiful hair lays messily on his forehead, and he has the most adoring gaze.

'wanna take a bath with me? so we can clean you up, pretty girl?' he asks, and you nod. 'mhmm, please.'

he carries you to the bathroom, and you let your hands run over his face, admiring his beauty marks and his always-perfect hair.

'so pretty.' you murmur as steve places you down, running the shower as he chuckles at your comment.

'thank you.' he hums as he places a kiss on your forehead, it's gentle and filled with endearment.

'for what?' you ask, confused.

'for the cake, for the coffees, for all the little things you do for me. and for caring about me, always.' his hands are soft as they cup your cheeks.

'i love you, pretty girl.' he murmurs.

'i love you too, stevie.' you giggle as your lips softly graze against his.

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things imagines #steve harrington x y/n

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beefromanoff · 8 months

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Going Under Ch. 22

summary: the morning after their first date and another game night with the team. for some reason, they all seem to end the same way...

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: accidentally in love - counting crows

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: okay, so I've been writing everything pretty much one chapter for each day because I just love the fluff and the stage it's all in. BUT to move the story along, I probably need to do a few more little time jumps. is that what you'd want to read, or should I really drag it out with more fluff?! PLS LET ME KNOW AND I'LL DO IT

chapter list/links - xo

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“Ugh, come on,” Wanda whined. “Tell me more!”

“I already told you everything! Twice!”

“There has to be something you’re leaving out. You haven’t stopped smiling all morning.”

Gianna blushed. “It was a perfect night, I don’t know what else you think there would be!”

Narrowing her eyes, Wanda regarded her friend as if trying to decide if she would pry further. “Hmm. Okay. Whatever you say.”

Gianna rolled her eyes, laughing. “Can’t you read minds? You know exactly what happened.”

“I’m trying to cut back on that.”

The night had been perfect, indeed.

Dinner was divine, the weather calm and the breeze cool. The entire date had been planned with such intention that it still made Gianna’s head spin. From the decor to the dancing to the way Bucky looked at her, eyes lingering now that they weren’t both tiptoeing around their feelings for one another.

They’d danced silently for nearly half of the album, an older set of songs that made Gianna feel like she was the star of a 1940’s romance movie. When she’d lifted her head from his chest to look him in the eyes, she felt so many things flooding through her.

Adoration. Desire. Gratitude. Infatuation. Nervousness. An overwhelming and irrefutable urge to kiss him.

That’s exactly what she did.

It was different from the night before. There was a mutual understanding that it would happen again, but the anticipation of when and how was dizzying. Her eyes met his, her thumb tracing his cheek before sliding around to the back of his head. Bucky’s hand let go of hers as they stopped dancing. He moved slowly.

First, he tucked her hair behind her ears, both hands soft and synchronized. They slid from behind her ears down to her shoulders, fingertips sliding down her back and coming to rest on her hips. Her lips parted as she sucked in a breath, shivering.

There was a moment where everything stood still. The world stopped turning and they both stood there, inches apart, drunk off of red wine and proximity.

And then it happened.

He leaned down and she rose up on tiptoes. Lips brushed together, lightly and slowly. It was unhurried, patient.

Last night’s kiss had been the culmination of months of yearning, secret daydreams, suppressed urges. It was desperate, both of them acting as though it was a fleeting moment that they may never get back. Tonight, it was the opposite. It was slow and measured. It was understood that this would happen again, many, many times.

It all ran together in Gianna’s memories. She didn’t know how long they stood there, lips tenderly moving together. His hands were on her back, they were in her hair. Hers held his neck, his hands, tangled in the fabric of his shirt.

They laid on their backs on the dock, on a thick blanket that proved Bucky had spared no detail. She traced circles on his arm and he looked at her as though he was trying to commit every detail of her face to memory. The stars twinkled above them, somehow the least memorable part of the entire night.

At some point, she’d dozed off after laying there for so long. In a strangely full-circle moment, Bucky had carried her back to her room, with her only stirring as he set her down on the bed.

He leaned down to kiss her head.

“Bucky?”

“Shhh, you’re in bed. Go back to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Don’t go,” She caught his hand before he slipped out the door.

“As much as I’d love to stay,” He held her hand to his chest before releasing it onto the comforter. “I told you, we’re doing this right.”

“I miss you already.” Her voice was groggy but her smile was warm.

“Sweet dreams.”

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“Umm, Earth to Hannah Montana?” Tony snapped his fingers in front of her face, jolting her back to the present. They stood on the balcony of their building, overlooking a very intense game of frisbee down below. Bucky had hurled the disc nearly a hundred yards when Vision dropped out of the sky to grab it.

“Yes, uh, sorry -- what?”

“Are you down for another dysfunctional, slightly incestuous family game night?”

“Mmm, let me check my calendar. I’ve been pretty booked up these days.”

“Funny,” He chortled. “Let me ask, when you tell jokes around Darth Vader down there, does he laugh? Because in my experience, he’s not exactly a comedy aficionado.”

Gianna grinned. “It’s all in the delivery.”

“Yeah, okay. Note to self, be a hot blonde if I want to get a better reaction.”

She rolled her eyes. “Something like that.”

Later that night, they’d gathered around the common room, half a dozen pizza boxes strewn on the floor. This living room was smaller than the one in New York, it had fewer windows and felt more intimate, cozier. As was most common, the team was in varying degrees of loungewear. Sweatshirts, hoodies, and sweatpants seemed to be their preferred uniform.

"So, Bucky," Tony smirked, taking a nonchalant bite of his pizza, "Heard you and G had a little romantic rendezvous last night. Care to spill the salacious details?"

Bucky rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a half-smile. "It was just a date, Stark. Nothing you haven't done before."

“There’s not much I haven’t done before, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like the post-game recap.”

Natasha chimed in, eyes mischievous. "Now that you mention it, I don’t remember hearing you two come back last night. Sam, did you hear anything?”

“You know what, that’s a great point. I didn’t hear a thing and you know I was up past midnight.” Sam tapped his chin as if he were deep in thought.

Bucky feigned indifference, but the faint pink tint on his cheeks betrayed his emotions. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Gianna, sitting next to him, nudged his arm playfully. "Don't worry, Bucky. It’s a good thing they didn’t hear anything or they’d be complaining instead of giving us grief.”

A chorus of groans and laughter filled the room. Bucky grinned at Gianna, thankful she was not only such a good sport with the team’s constant teasing, but consistently able to diffuse the situation with a joke of her own. Tony clapped his hands over Peter’s ears. “Have some class, you two. There are children present.”

Peter, squirming away from Tony, interjected, "Did you guys hold hands? Share a dessert? Wait, did take spaghetti and end up reenacting that iconic Lady and the Tramp scene?"

Gianna burst into laughter, playfully nudging Bucky again. "I don’t kiss and tell, but I can confirm we did not reenact any animated pasta-eating scenes."

Steve chimed in, giving Peter a pointed look. "Well, as long as you both had a good time, that's all that matters."

“Wait,” Bucky raised an eyebrow. “How did you know we had spaghetti?”

“Uh, I-” Peter’s eyes darted around the room as everyone suddenly became very interested in the pizza on their plates. “Lucky guess?”

Sam spoke up, coming to his rescue. "Come on man, you can’t expect us not to snoop on your first date this century. That’s just called being emotionally invested.”

Wanda, ever the sweet one, added, "You two look great together. We're happy for you. Truly."

Bucky, caught off guard by the team's teasing but appreciating the camaraderie, finally cracked a smile. "Yeah, whatever, thanks everyone. Now, can we get to whatever dumbass game you have planned?”

An hour and a half later, they’d wrapped up a lively game of spoons, which resulted in a small crack in the hardwood from where Bucky had gotten a little too competitive against Sam for the win. Apparently that was a new record for fewest injuries during spoons, with Natasha claiming everyone was behaving themselves in front of Gianna.

“Okay, not that I don’t love games made with kindergarteners in mind, but let’s switch it up a little.” Tony poured himself another drink. “FRIDAY, moderate a game of truth or dare. Let’s call it PG-13. Maybe R-Rated. Find the balance.”

“Yes, Mr. Stark. Who would you like to go first?”

“Let’s go oldest to youngest.” Tony winked at Bucky, who rolled his eyes.

“Mr. Barnes, truth or dare?”

Bucky looked at Gianna, annoyed and amused. “Uh, truth.”

“Boring,” Tony faked a yawn.

“Is it true that you once told Mr. Stark that a window was smashed during a training exercise when in reality you bet Mr. Parker that you could throw him through that window like, and I quote, a fastball up the middle?”

Bucky hung his head, suppressing a laugh. “It sounds like you already know the answer, FRIDAY.” He glanced at Peter, who was looking at Tony wide-eyed. “Yes, it’s true.”

“Unbelievable. Absolutely no regard for other people’s belongings.” Tony turned to Peter. “You should have known better. I expected more from you.”

“What, hey! He’s older!” Peter protested.

“I don’t care, if he told you to go jump off a bridge, would you do it? Don’t answer that. You’re grounded.”

“Mr. Stark, I’m almost 21 -”

“Grounded.”

The game continued around the table, going the opposite direction of where Gianna sat to Bucky’s left. This round left them all laughing so hard her stomach hurt. Peter took a dare to chug an entire beer while spinning around and then attempt to walk in a straight line, which was fortunately performed on the balcony because he promptly threw it back up.

Steve played it safe by choosing truth, but immediately regretted it when FRIDAY asked him if it was true he’d looked up Natasha’s old modeling photos within the past week. Judging by the way she looked at him when he admitted it was true, Nat didn’t seem to mind at all.

Wanda chose truth as well, being asked to tell which of the group members she found most attractive. She sweetly answered Peter, who turned a shade of red they’d only ever seen on his suit, making Wanda giggle.

Vision was dared to let Wanda teach him a TikTok dance, which failed miserably. The attempts alone left everyone in tears of laughter.

Natasha had been dared to switch clothes with one other player, and to no one’s surprise, she chose Steve. They’d emerged from Steve’s room with Natasha looking cozier than ever in his crewneck and joggers, but Steve stuck in a very snug tank top and leggings that left shockingly little to the imagination.

Sam’s dare was arguably the funniest, sending him on a mission to fly around the perimeter of the building and moon the poor agent who was on gate patrol that night. Fortunately, it was an agent they all knew well and had a good sense of humor. He’d flipped Sam off but laughed the whole time.

Tony had chosen truth, but when FRIDAY asked if he was the one who sent photos of himself looking especially muscular on his beach trip to Bora Bora to the press, he changed his answer to dare. As a result, he now had a small stick’n’poke tattoo on the top of his foot that read “Nat was here”.

“Hey, it was your idea to play truth or dare.” Nat shrugged, putting the lid back on the inkpot. “Plus, you only got dared because you pussied out of answering the question. As if we don’t all already know.”

“Yeah, fine, let’s just hope this doesn’t get infected or I’ll be sending my hospital bill straight to you.” He waved his hand at Natasha. “Alright, saved the best for last, our guest of honor.”

Gianna sat up straighter, polishing off the rest of her drink.

“Ms. Cruz, truth or dare?”

She glanced at Bucky, biting her lip. “Dare.”

“I dare you to remove two articles of clothing for the duration of the game.”

Shrugging, Gianna grasped at the hem of her sweatshirt and lifted. She’d hardly gotten it three inches when a metal hand grabbed her wrist.

“No.” Bucky spoke firmly.

A flutter went through her stomach at his possessive tone.

“Hey, that’s just part of the -” Tony protested.

“No.”

Natasha raised her eyebrows, glancing at Wanda. The air was thick with unspoken tension, Bucky’s hand still on Gianna’s wrist.

“Woo, man,” Sam fanned himself. “Is it hot in here, or is it just me?”

“Okay fine, FRIDAY, let’s have a do-over.”

“Ms. Cruz, I dare you to kiss one other player of your choosing for no fewer than 30 seconds. The time will begin when you do.”

“Ah, great.” Tony rolled his eyes before pointing at Peter. “Kid, cover your eyes.”

Grinning, Gianna pretended to carefully consider her options. She turned to Bucky, looking him up and down. “I suppose you’ll do.”

“I’m a team player.” He smirked.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder as the group whistled and taunted. Climbing up on her knees, Gianna slid one leg over Bucky’s lap so she was straddling him. “FRIDAY, start the clock.”

She grabbed his face and greeted him with a steamy, open-mouthed kiss. He was letting her lead, but didn’t back down. His hands gripped her thighs on either side of his waist. She tangled her hands in his hair, tilting his head back against the couch he’d been leaning on. Once again, she bit his lip and tugged before going back to the makeout. If she couldn’t tell he liked it by the vice grip he had on her legs, she definitely could by the stirring she felt underneath her. She smiled into the kiss, hearing the team’s whistles and cheers continue.

“Time!”

She slid her hand up his chest.

“Hey, time’s up you ravenous animals.” Tony called.

Bucky kissed her with more force.

“Come on,” Sam tossed a pillow at them. “Get a room.”

“Preferably not the one next to me,” Steve joined in, tossing another one.

Bucky batted them away behind Gianna’s back without breaking the kiss. When she couldn’t hold her laughter back anymore, she pulled away, cascading into a fit of giggles as she toppled off of his lap and back to her spot on the floor next to him.

“Now that was an Oscar-winning performance if I’ve ever seen one.” Nat winked at Gianna.

“You think so?” She giggled. “It felt a little under-rehearsed.”

“I think we can fix that.” Bucky put his arm around her, grinning.

“Alright, I think we better switch games before this turns into something pornographic. Who’s down for charades?” Tony stood. “And for the love of God, Rogers, please put your own pants back on. I don’t even want to know what I’m making eye contact with right now.”

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klove0423 · 1 month

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Struggling out here 🥲

Mom took me to this drive in food place i love and ordered all my old favorite foods (cheese curds, fried pickles, milkshake, fries) etc.

I had to tell her i wasnt hungry and only got a diet coke. Sucks to watch her eat it when i want it so bad. I hope she eats it quick so theres none left for me to be tempted by :/

pls dm me motivation to not eat this food

Update!: Was able to push through cravings and not eat the food! Went for a walk and listened to music to distract. Also thank you for dming if you did it honestly helped alot. I feel so lonely in this. its nice to know im not alone ❤️

XO,

#🌟ve #🌟ving #ana is my friend #pro for me not for thee #tw ed sheeran #light as a feather #⭐️vation goals #4nor3xia #4n4blr #4n0rexic

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duino · 2 years

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Hi there!! I really enjoyed all your stuff 🥺💜I was having a hard day but going thru your works made me feel much better after that so tysm!! 💜🥺

If it’s not too much to ask, may I request for an Atsumu x reader fic/drabble? Angst/fluff or hurt/comfort pls 🥺💜if you’re not taking any requests rn I understand fjjdkslssj pls ignore this omg more power to you author!! 💜💜💜✨✨✨

Omg I am SO SORRY this took FOREVER to write --I've been a busy busy lady! But here it is: I hope you like it. Thank you so much for stopping by to request MWAH xo “WORST CASE SCENARIO” Pairing: Atsumu x Fem!Reader

Rating/Warnings: T for Teen

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Atsumu's leaving in a few hours and neither one of you can sleep. Sometimes, the worst case scenario can get the better of you both.

Note: Hurt/comfort, a little angst, happy endings all around! The way I only write pure incoherent rambling nowadays <3

“I’m gone all the time.” Atsumu’s voice barely breaks through the darkness. It’s a whisper, like a secret or a confession. It’s late but he knows you aren’t sleeping; you’re awake for the same reason he’s awake.

I’m gone all the time. You blink at his words and then turn your head to look at him in the dark of the room. His room, technically, but Atsumu likes to call it the room, a communal space, meant to be shared with you. He’s laying on his back, hands resting on his stomach, eyes closed. There’s a line between his brows: frustration or concentration, you can’t tell. You glance at the alarm clock on his bedside, just past his shoulder, and it blinks with mocking time.

“It’s almost two,” you whisper. “Your flight’s at seven.”

“I’ll sleep on the plane.” He opens his eyes but doesn’t look at you, just stares at the ceiling. “’M not tired.”

You stare at the ceiling too. You are tired, but your mind won’t shut off. It never does, the night before Atsumu has to leave. You run through the usual, aching thoughts. The anticipation of missing him that turns into actually missing him, even when he’s beside you on the bed, both of you eluded by sleep. The try for optimism: It really isn’t that long, it’s just a few weeks, I knew what it would be like before getting into this.

Except you didn’t. How could you? You only knew it in theory that dating an athlete would have its challenges. In theory, him leaving is easy. You have your own life, your work, your friends. In theory, you barely have a spare moment to miss him. In theory, distance would make you fonder.

The last point is true, at least.

In practise, him leaving is…well, it fucking sucks. Still, you say, “It’s only three weeks,” because it is only three weeks, and you’ll be damned if you make him feel guilty for doing what he loves. You just…wish. You wish, you wish. You cut the thought off. Wishing is a dangerous game.

“But,” he starts, and then closes his eyes again, like he’s regretting his own train of thought. You turn sideways in your bed, blinking until the darkness adjusts again and reveals the lines of him. His frustration is easier to read now.

“You’ll be back before you know it,” you try. That’s usually Atsumu’s line, delivered with a wide, boyish smile. I’ll be back before ya know it! The past couple of times he’s said it seemed to be as much for him as it was for you. You saying it now comforts him less than you hope it would.

“I know,” he says, but he sounds so uncharacteristically dismayed. You reach a hand across the space between, touching his arm. He still isn’t looking at you, just staring at the night patterns on the ceiling, the refracted lights of the city that seems as sleepless as you are.

A needle of concern enters you. “Something’s wrong,” you whisper. It’s not a question. Atsumu’s mouth presses into a worried line.

“I don’t know,” he whispers back. His fingers brush the top of your hand. “I don’t know if anythin’s wrong yet.”

Your brows raise gently. “Yet?”

He swallows, breathes in. His breath leaves him in a whoosh. You scoot a little closer to him and he takes your hand, placing it over his chest, on his heart. It’s beating like he’s done laps, or just played a match.

“’Tsumu?”

He blinks and looks at you, finally. You’ve never seen him with this expression. He says, again, “I’m gone all the time.” He’s trying to tell you more than what he’s actually saying. You know him well enough to know that.

“I don’t…what do you mean?”

“I mean,” he starts and then huffs and looks away. “I mean—I don’t what I mean, I don’t...” He’s frustrated again, tugging a hand recklessly through his hair. “Forget it. Let’s just try t’ sleep.”

“Atsumu,” you murmur. “Hey. What’s going on?”

He doesn’t say anything for a minute, and you don’t break the silence. In the year the two of you have been dating, you’ve never seen him like this; anxious, unsure of himself. He has always been sure of himself. Even when he had first asked you out. Even when he had first told you that he loved you. There had been thrill, sure, the hard pounding of his heart, and yours, but never fear.

But you’re looking at him now and he’s afraid; it’s clear, suddenly. Seeing him afraid makes you afraid. That’s how love works, right? The ultimate mirror. Another thing that you thought would be easy in theory. His joy would be yours, and yours his, and you would share fear easily, without reservations.

What you didn’t know, but are learning now in practise, is that there are really two fears tied in one, always. The thing that you struggle to say, and the fear of how the other person will react. You see Atsumu being tugged between the two, glancing at you, glancing away.

You move an inch closer and grasp his arm, asking him to turn onto his side. He hesitates before rolling over and facing you. “It’s just me,” you breathe, even though you’re nervous. You trace gentle patterns on his bicep, down his forearm and back up again.

“I know,” he says.

“There’s something on your mind,” you say.

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been worried about it for a while.”

Atsumu hesitates and then dips his chin in a slight nod. “Yeah.”

You swallow. “Because you’re always gone,” you say, and then fear, hard and real rushes through you like irrational, hot fire. Is he tired of always having to leave you? Would it be easier if he wasn’t tied down? You try to tamp down on your emotions, the doubts that maybe have always been there, in the back of your mind. If you’re honest with yourself, you’ve never had Atsumu’s surety. But that’s always been okay, he’s always had enough for the both of you.

Except now he’s unsure too, about something you’re suddenly afraid to hear, and you’re trying hard to be the steady one.

“I just,” he says, rubbing a hand roughly over his face, “can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout how ‘m not here enough, y’know?”

Atsumu’s back to not looking at you. You take a long breath, staring at your own hand moving over his bare skin. “You know I understand.”

“But is understandin’ enough? For you?”

You freeze. “What do you mean?”

Atsumu worries his bottom lip. “This isn’t just…this is more than I thought it’d be, y’know?” More than he thought it would be? What’s more than he thought it would be? You stare at him, unable to think of anything to say. He continues on, quiet and edgy. “And ‘m tryin’ to be good, I guess, but…”

But, but, but. “But?” you coax, just as quiet.

“But I didn’t think I’d be with someone, I guess,” he admits.

You blink at him and then look at your hand on his arm again. Your mouth feels dry, chest aching. Is he…? You swallow and then swallow again. When you speak, your voice is miraculously steady. “Do you…I mean, do you…are you thinking you want, I mean, if it’s easier to have a break, or—”

“What?” His voice snaps your gaze back up to him. Atsumu’s eyes are alarmed. “You want a break?” he whispers. The pain in his voice makes your eyes widen too.

“No! Of course not, I just thought you wanted one!”

“What? What, no—no!” He pulls you against him, fervent and sudden. Your hands are folded a little awkwardly against his chest, but Atsumu’s hold on you is tight. “No, baby, how could ya—shit, ‘m not explainin’ things properly.” He lets out a sharp breath. “That’s the exact fuckin’ opposite of what I want.”

“Oh,” you breathe. His heart is hammering wildly against your cheek. “That’s a relief.” You can’t quite curb your blasé tone.

Atsumu let’s out a trembling little laugh. “Don’t give me a heart attack like that.” He squeezes you a little tighter, burying his face into your hair. “’M tryin’ to tell you I don’t want a break. Ever.”

“Oh,” you say again. Atsumu pulls back a little but keeps his arms around you. You look up at him. “I thought—”

“I never want you t’ think that again, ‘kay?” He interrupts firmly, before softening and resting his forehead against yours. “’M sorry. I’m not sayin’ things right. I’m,” he breaks off with a self-deprecating smile, “not good at the relationship thing.”

The panic that had been filling you melts out with his words. You reach a hand up to cup his cheek and he turns into your touch. “I think you’re great.”

His smile down at you is blinding, even in the dark. “’M really tryin’.”

Your fingers slide to the nape of his neck, playing with the shorter hairs there. “Then what’s keeping you up?” you ask. Atsumu’s more open with your touch, always has been.

He says, “I guess I’m worried that…ah, fuck, I dunno. It’s dumb. I’m bein’ dumb.”

You frown, holding his eyes with your own. You wonder, absently, if he’s felt this way before with you, or with past relationships, afraid to say how he truly feels because he’s worried other people will think he’s being silly. “Don’t say that. It could never be dumb to me.”

Atsumu leans and kisses your forehead and then stays there, holding you against him, mouth against your skin. You let him take his time, stroking long lines against his back. Eventually, he murmurs, “I guess ’m just worried that me leavin’ is gonna be a dealbreaker, someday.” You feel him shrug lightly. “See? It sounds dumb now that I’m sayin’ it.”

“Atsumu,” you say, pulling back to see his face. He looks younger somehow, fearful, his heart in his eyes. “I get scared, too.”

He hesitates. “Yeah?”

“Of course.”

He nudges your body with his. “What’re you scared of?”

“I thought we were talking about you here.

He grins. “I like talkin’ bout you more.”

You narrow your eyes. “I think you’re just avoiding it.”

“’M not, I swear.” He looks at you innocently. You roll your eyes, relieved at the little bit of playfulness that had always come so naturally between you two. And you know there’s a bit of a trade here; a fear for a fear.

“Fine. Okay,” you take a deep breath. “A bunch of things I guess…” you trail.

Atsumu dampens at that. “You’re scared of a bunch of things? Have I been makin’ you feel this way?”

“No. No, ‘Tsumu, it’s not like that.” You press a kiss to his chin but he still looks doubtful. “I mean, I guess it all comes from one place…”

His brows are furrowed and he’s frowning. “One place?”

You struggle to not look away and get shy with him. “Yeah. I guess. Everyone has their ‘worst case scenario.’”

His voice is impossibly soft. “What do you mean?”

You stare at his collarbone. “A ‘worst case scenario.’ Like, what’s the worst thing that can happen? And then you think of that and…shit, I don’t know, now I feel dumb.” He gives you a look that you know must be identical to the one you gave him just moments before. You smile, rueful. “Okay, not dumb, not dumb. But.” You struggle for the words for a moment. “I guess I think of the worst thing that could happen and then…prepare for it?” It sounds awful to say aloud, but you don’t want to take the words back because at the heart of it all, they’re true. And as terrifying as it feels to say them, you’re also relieved. And, looking up into your boyfriend’s face, you know deep down you’re safe. You’re safe.

Atsumu tangles his legs with yours. He pauses and then asks, “Can you tell me? What your worst case is?”

The words come out of you before you can even think about them. “That you’ll leave for a game overseas one day and realize you don’t want to come back,” you say and then grit your mouth shut, wincing slightly. “Sorry.”

Atsumu looks serious like you’ve never seen him. “I always want to come back to you.”

You smile. “I know.”

“And I love you,” he says, pouting.

You laugh. “I know that, too.” And you do. You always thought saying your fears out loud would make them bigger somehow, or more real and tangible. Instead, it’s done the opposite; it’s made them smaller. You feel clean, or hollowed out after admitting it. The deep breath you take reaches all the way down to your stomach and it’s good. You feel good. Atsumu is smiling, with that secret tenderness he always reserves for just you. You touch his chest. “Okay. Your turn.”

Conflict flickers across his face. He starts to shift, to turn onto his back, but this time he shuffles you with him, keeping you close. You end up tucked into the little nook of his arm. He just keeps you there for a bit, fingers playing against you, drawing sweet little shapes until you shiver and press closer. His eyes have gone distant again, but also resolved, and so you wait.

“Worst case?” he whispers into the night.

“Give me the worst you got,” you say, and tilt your head to see his barest of smiles.

“That you’ll…” he squints, blinks, brings you closer. “I guess that you’ll get sick of me.” The confession comes out as a rushed whisper.

“Atsumu—”

“Wait, wait. Let me finish before I lose my nerve.” Atsumu’s patting his chest, feet shifting around. You fall silent. “’M not always easy to be with –and I know this. I know it. I travel all th’ time, and I practise long hours, and if I lose a game I’m a menace, and I…I’m reckless, or rude, or I dunno…shit at talkin’ about difficult things sometimes. I get jealous over stupid things.” He glances at you and then closes his eyes, brows drawn together sharply.

“I’m a bad bargain. I’ve known that a long time,” he says. You have to clench your jaw and stave off shocked tears. You feel the prickle of them, hearing Atsumu talk about himself like this. Sweet Atsumu, who still blushes when you run to him after a game, or goes out of his way to learn how to cook your favourite meal. Atsumu who calls you beautiful when you first wake up, and who never takes a day off practise but told his coach he couldn’t come in for two days when you got the flu. Who holds you when you’re nervous, and comforts you even when he doesn’t know what to say. You have to fight the need to interrupt him, to tell him all of this. He keeps going.

“I’ve known it and so I never dated because, I dunno, it’d be easier for everybody, I guess. But then I met you,” he gives you a shaky grin, “and you’re…” he swallows. “I never expected someone like you. Not for me. Maybe for ‘Samu, but not for me. But you are,” he says, and there’s wonderment under it all, “and you’re here and you love me—”

“I love you so much—”

“And I’m always gone,” he says, voice thick. “And I’m leavin’ again in like, four hours. And sometimes I think…I think I’m gonna lose you to someone who can actually be here for you. And so I think maybe I should let you go, but I don’t want to, selfishly, I don’t want to because you’re—fuck,” his voice cracks. “Fuck. Sorry.”

You clamber on top of him, straddling his hips, wrapping your arms around him. Atsumu returns the embrace, cuddling you in closer, holding you like a dream he’s not ready to be pulled from yet. “You’re not a bad bargain,” you say, voice trembling. “You’re the best bargain. You’re the only one I want.”

And for all the I love yous said between the both of you, for all the affection and laughter and promises made, neither one of you have ever said that. You’re the only one. Is it too soon to know that, to say it? You aren’t sure. It had just slipped out. But he is, the only one you close your eyes and see, years down the road.

Atsumu buries his face in your neck, saying something but it’s muffled against your skin.

“What was that?” you ask. You lean back. Atsumu’s eyes are glossed with emotion, and everything he said before hits you all over again. He never thought he’d have someone. He hadn’t thought he was worth it.

“I said,” he begins, voice rough, “you’re my best case scenario.”

You kiss him until you’re both breathless, smiling and laughing and giving something wordless to each other; reassurance, a promise, something deeper without a name. When the both of you break for air, the sky has changed. The night is no longer black-blue, but a grey with hesitant gold on the horizon. The first promise of dawn.

“I’ll be back before ya know it,” Atsumu says, later. His suitcase and carry-on are stacked by the door. There’s a car arriving to pick him up any minute.

“I’ll be here,” you say. And you look at him and smile, a new sort of tenderness unfolding itself within you. Atsumu mirrors it back to you.

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nishisun · 3 years

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tomorrow can wait.

(dorm buddies special chapter) (reposted)

summary: it’s the last day of your honeymoon so you and tsukishima took advantage of it.

warnings: thigh riding, edging, unprotected sex, riding, fingering, oral (female receiving), dacryphilia (?), clit spanking (like once), idk if i’m missing anything

dorm buddies masterlist

It had been a tedious day for you and tsukishima, you both tried to visit as many places in the foreign city before going back home tomorrow. it was your idea of course, tsukishima would rather stay at home and cuddle, but he couldn’t say no to you.

you’re finally back from the the touring, now inside your luxurious (and very well air-conditioned) hotel room. you both had just finished showering since it was pretty humid outside, now laying down comfortably on the king-sized bed with tsukishima scrolling through his phone and you laying on top of him.

let’s just say one thing lead to another.

now straddled on one of tsukishima’s thighs, rubbing yourself back and forth on him, all clothing discarded somewhere in the room. both of tsukishima’s hands were placed on each hip, controlling your movement, causing you to whine.

“look at you,” he breathed gently, “desperate to get off my thigh. you that needy?” he mutters, you barely registered anything he’d just said, you can’t even bother to ask because you were too focused on gaining your release. your face is heating up a lot, though. the way his voice rasp in your ear makes you even needier.

“c’mon y/n,” he whispers tenderly, mouth pressed against your ear, “i know you can give me a better answer. be a good girl and use your words.”

“hmm, yes, kei.” you gasp when he spanks your ass quickly and speeds up the movement of your hips. “hah! i’m close!”

he removed his hands from your hips, now leaning back with the support of his arms.

“why?” you nearly yell, you were so close to achieving your orgasm. why did he suddenly stop? “why’d you stop?”

he tilts his head to the side before getting up, causing you to stumble onto the floor. “lay down on your back.”

doing as he asks, or rather, demands, you lay on your back, legs spread perfectly where tsukishima can see your glistening pussy.

he wastes no time moving down your body, leaving a wet trail of kisses on your skin. he carefully wraps his arms around your thighs, placing a kiss on each one. he looks at you for a brief moment, kissing every place except for the place that needs to be kissed the most, causing your hips to buck every now and then.

he finally stops teasing a licks a long stripe along your pussy forcing your head to throw back.

“hah!”

tsukishima’s fingers make their way up to one of your breasts, gently grazing his fingertips on your nipple as his tongue massages your clit, gently sucking the tiny bud.

“kei, please.” you sob. tsukishima looks up at you with a smirk on his face as he observes you writhing against him.

“please what, baby? what do you want? hm?” he unlatches his tongue from your clit, replacing them with his fingers that gently ghost over your slit.

“fingers, please.”

“aw,” he coos, resting his head on one of your thighs “you’re so polite”

“only for you,” you whine.

“where do you want them? want my fingers inside you?” he’s obviously taking advantage of how submissive you’ve gotten. he only knows you get like this when you’re extremely fucked out.

“Hah! Yes please!” your legs are visibly shaking, there’s tears falling from your face and it solely makes tsukishima harder. seeing the way you squirm under his hold makes him want to fuck you until you beg him to stop. he continues rubbing his pointer finger against your slit, causing your hips to buck against his hand.

“no.” his hand lands harshly on your clit, making you loudly sob in response. “if you do that again, i’m leaving you like this.”

“i’m so sorry!”

“it’s okay, baby. i know it was on accident. here, let me kiss it better, okay?”

you nod, as he immediately sucks your clit, he can feel your legs tensing under him, trying your absolute hardest not to buck your hips into him. you just don’t want to upset him.

“you’re doing so good. taking it like a champ, right baby? such a good girl.”

“y-yeah.”

he places one hand in your hip as he slowly plunges one finger inside your hole. he doesn’t move it, admiring the way your pussy flutters around it. you whimper when he finally moves his finger, curling it up just the way you like it.

“you needed this, didn’t you? it’s been a while since i’ve gotten to play with your pretty pussy. i’ve missed it.”

“mmm,” you let out a moan, “‘s missed you too.”

tsukishima chuckles, he loves the way your words slur when you’re like this, you probably don’t even notice how fucked out you sound.

it doesn’t take long before he adds another finger, stretching you out while his tongue laps your clit.

“God, ’m so close.” your hands grip his hair as you grind against his tongue. his fingers pump into you at the same speed, more forcibly making you gasp for air.

“i’m c-cumming!” one hand flies to your face quickly to cover your mouth, preventing yourself from loudly squealing as you violently cum on his fingers.

he slowly withdraws his fingers from your cunt, unlatching his mouth from your clit.

he leans toward to kiss you, tasting yourself, when he slides his tongue into your mouth. you pull away shyly, facing the opposite direction.

“please, don’t tell me you're shy.”

“do you ever shut up?”

“you’re one to talk. i’m pretty sure the people walking by our room could hear you.”

he chuckles when you instantly cover your face.

“i’m not done with you.”

tsukishima pulls his boxers off, placing one hand on each side of your head, moaning when you feel his tip come in contact with your clit.

you’re overwhelmed by his senses, his flushed skin on yours, the way his hair is now rough due to all the tugging you were doing earlier, and the way he softly nibbles on your neck.

you begin grinding your hips absentmindedly with the slight friction you’re receiving, causing tsukishima’s hands to instantly fly on one of your hips to stop you.

“needy, huh? and so disobedient.” he scoffs, squinting at you before sitting up. “c’mon. come ride me.” he leans on the head of the bed, patting his leg gently. you quickly nod, crawling over to him. he places both hands on your sides smirking.

“what? can’t do it?” he challenges.

“fuck you.”

you slowly sink down on his cock, the both of you moaning in unison at the contact. you firmly place both of your hands on the side of his shoulders as he gives an experimental thrust, causing you to yelp.

“don’t do that!”

“sorry, baby. i can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

once you’ve gotten used to his size, you slowly move up and down his shaft causing him to groan in pleasure.

“fuck.”

hearing tsukishima moan gave you the confidence to pick up the pace, grinding your hips and moving up and down as tsukishima’s hand moved to toy with your clit. he’s grunting with every move you make and your head falls back while you continue to ride him.

“you’re doing great, baby.”

“shut up. i’m trying to concentrate.”

he moves his other hand off your ass and brings it back down harshly, cause your whole body to jerk foward.

“Haah!”

he smirks when you don’t attempt to pick yourself up, laying on his chest as both his hands land on your hips thrusting into you at a brutal pace.

“shit,” he drags, “look at that, baby.” you don’t look, your mind is entirely too hazy, your head continues to rest on his shoulder. at this point you’ve gone limp.

he looks down to where the both of you are connected, slowing down his movements so he can watch the ring of your milky white cum on his cock get bigger in size every time he takes a thrust. after one thrust, he’s seemed to discover your special spot that makes you clench around him dangerously tight.

“shit, relax baby.” he groans, you let out a pathetic moan in response. “you really are a pillow princess, huh? making me carry out all the work. all bark, but no bite.” his lips ghost along your ear, you’re too fucked out to even form a sentence, the sole thing coming from your lips is a whimper.

“kei, i’m gonna cum.”

“yeah? you’ve been a good girl. cum for me.”

so you do.

your orgasm triggers his, he cums hard and deep inside you, his dick pulsing inside you. you fall on top of him, unable to move any of your muscles. tsukishima is quick to wrap his arms around you, both of you panting messes.

“you did so good. i love you.”

“hmmm,” you hum, “love you more.”

— i put this on queue for 6:00pm and it posted at 2 something........... so i reposted

— if you get tagged again PLS FORGIVE ME🙏🙏 tumblr is acting up

— i was reading the last chapter of dorm buddies and then i realized i forgot abt yams😢

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frogtanii · 3 years

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WRITTEN BIT BABEY :)

you leave the room with a heavy weight sitting on your heart that is only amplified by the serious look on kenma’s face. you ignore it in favor of turning on the tv and going to disney+, queuing up the original mulan knowing how into the story hinata would get. still refusing to face your friend, you move to the kitchen digging around the cabinets to find snacks.

“yn,” the sound of your name jolts you out of your focus even though you were expecting it. “can we please talk?”

it feels like the air has been sucked out of the room, the only thing remaining being a heavy blanket of tension draping over the two of you. when you chance a look at kenma, you’re taken aback by the unreadable look on his face--it's overwhelming and you have to take a step back.

you turn away from him, unable to look for long without your mind racing and heart clenching with unknown guilt. a hand gently touches your shoulder, the feeling sending a shock of discomfort down your spine.

"we need to talk about kuroo," kenma starts, his golden eyes desperately searching for your own but you refuse to make eye contact, too afraid of what his expression might hold. when you don't move to face him, kenma sighs and moves somewhere behind you. the sound of a barstool scraping against the tiled floors alerts you that he's probably sitting down which signals a long and emotion-packed conversation.

"he texted me today." the relatively innocent statement is weighed down by the many implications behind it. your mind begins to race--what could that even mean? did he talk about you? your childhood? what he had done to you and more importantly, why? "what did you guys talk about?" the question is out of your mouth before you can stop it, desperation creeping into the edges of your voice.

you finally, finally, shift to face him, mentally steeling yourself for the upbringing of things you'd much rather forget.

"he's playing with you yn. you know it, i know it, he knows it. you need to separate yourself from him," kenma says, his voice monotone and soft. "i-i love you, you know that right?" you nod but remain tight-lipped, allowing your best friend to finish his piece.

"i know you think he's changed but some people never do. i just- i wouldn't be able to live with myself if i didn't say anything and let him hurt you like before." he lets out a deep breath and runs his hands through his almost entirely brown hair. something glints under the soft kitchen lights and you recognize it as the bracelet you'd bought him back in your first year of high school. you smile to yourself, not noticing the look of admiration in his eyes and the soft smile gracing his lips.

the sound of a door opening startles the both of you from your silent reverie, your eyes trailing to the hallway where hinata stands bundled up in four blankets and looking absolutely miserable. "oh shō," you whisper, his puffy eyes already welling up with tears.

kenma moves faster than you, kindly (well as kind as kenma can be) moving the hinata burrito to the couch with you following closely behind. you plop yourself down right next to the redhead, his body coming to rest in your lap. you can't help but lean down and press a kiss to his forehead, running your fingers through his orange locks.

"w-what were y-you guys talking a-about?" shōyō asks, his voice watery and thick with tears. you shake your head at his question, not wanting to bog him down with depressing tales about one of his friends. "nothing baby, nothing. how are you feeling? do you need anything? water, snacks?" your fingers never leave his head, even when he turns to look at you frustratedly, his cheeks puffing in annoyance.

"i want you to tell me what you guys were talking about," he orders, fumbling his body burrito until he's sitting upright between you and kenma. "i'm not a baby, y'know."

kenma barks out a laugh, leaning over to ruffle hinata's hair. "says the one who's been crying all day," hinata giggles at the contact before kenma adds, "baby." you grin as hinata tries to force a pout on his face but it doesn't work, a small smile worming its way there instead.

"we can talk about it later, hm?" you say as you stand before moving to the kitchen to get snacks. hinata nods and snuggles into kenma's arms while mulan begins to play in the background. you're quick to join them, handing a bag of chips to kenma while shō presses a kiss to your cheek before settling in to watch the movie.

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turns out the later was much later--you'd gotten through all of mulan, frozen one and two, and half of moana before hinata tried to bring kuroo up again.

"shō, you really don't want to hear about it," you groan while cleaning up the kitchen, carefully evading hinata as he follows close behind. "but you promised," he whines, finally grabbing hold of you and resting his head on your shoulder. kenma pops his head from around the corner with a mouthful of pocky's and shakes his head before speaking up. "you should tell him--he deserves to know why you transfered to karasuno in our third year."

you roll your eyes before bopping hinata on the forehead, sending him to the ground with a moan. "fine but if i'm going to be forced to relive the hell that was my high school years, i'm gonna do it over text." with that, you playfully stomp back over to the couch, bringing out your phone and lying down, determined to get this conversation over with as fast as possible.

storytime!!

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an: holy shit this took me FOREVER AND IT SUCKS ASS IM SO SORRY this is not how i wanted this explanation to go but my writing juice dissipated i am so sorry 😞 don’t worry abt feeding me idk if i wanna hear it for this trash LMAO

EDIT: I REDID IT SO KUROO IS LESS EVIL PLS DISREGARD EVERYTHING YOU MIGHT HAVE READ EARLIER GOMEN

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dxvilmanlev · 2 years

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SHES A RUNNER SHES A TRACK STAR-

hi lev!!! can i pls get orgasm control/edging, praise and overstimulation with mr 3 and a fem reader where the fem is the dom >:)

thank u and merry xmas my lovely! xo

hoping I did him justice lol, this was also my first fem dom reader so i hope you like it!

Sub Galdino

Galdino/Mr.3 x Fem! Reader

N/SFW Minors DNI

Warnings: edging/orgasm control, overstimulation, praise, dom reader, sub galdino, face sitting, oral (both giving and receiving, riding, pet name(for galdino): baby boy

Word Count: 586

Galdino looked at you with pleading eyes. You were between his legs, stroking his cock slowly. He tried bucking his hips but the grip of your other hand resting on his hip stopped him from doing so.

“Y/n… Please, need to cum, wanna be inside you.” He begged.

“Be patient and I might give you what you want.” You smirked, running your thumb over the head of his cock, causing his dick to twitch, before you pulled away.

“I was about to cum…” Galdino whined, at the loss.

“Oh you’ll cum, just when I let you. Now be a good boy and lay down.” You commanded, standing up.

He did as told, laying his head on the pillows, as you climbed on top of him. You leaned over, kissing him softly before sitting back up and grabbing his cock to line it up with your entrance. Sliding down his cock, you both moaned, Galdino’s hands finding purchase on your thighs as you began to ride him.

“Mmm, fuck you’re so good baby boy.” You praised, bouncing on his cock slowly.

“More.. please.” He pleaded, digging his nails into your thighs.

Placing your hands on his chest for support, you move your hips faster, his cock reaching deep inside you. Galdino moaned as your hands ran over his chest, stopping to pinch his nipples between your fingers.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby boy.” You said, leaning down to kiss his neck.

He moaned in response, your praises going straight to his cock. You could tell he was close by the way his cock twitched inside you. Pulling off him, you scooted down to settle yourself between his legs, smirking up at him.

“Y/n… I was so clo-“ He began before you licked a long stride up his cock.

He shuddered under your touch, his cock sensitive, as you kissed his tip, taking him into your mouth. You bobbed your head, swirling your tongue around his shaft. Galdino gripped your hair, throwing his head back as he came into your mouth.

“Fuck…can’t take any more..” He moaned, as you continued sucking the tip.

You stroked the rest of his cock with one hand and massaging his balls in your other. Galdino’s legs began to shake, the pleasure sending his mind into a frenzy as he came again. You pulled off him with a ‘pop’, kissing down his shaft.

“You did so good, baby.” You praised, climbing up to kiss him softly.

“Now, make me cum okay baby boy?” You questioned, moving to hover over his face.

Galdino eagerly nodded before you sat down on his face just enough for him to breathe. He pulled your hips down all the way, licking a long stride along your slit. Pushing his tongue inside you, he lapped up all your juices, thrusting his tongue in and out of you. You moaned, gripping his hair that he let down earlier that night, tugging lightly as you grind your hips against his face.

His nose hit your clit, causing you to cry out, gripping the headboard tightly with your other hand. His tongue brought you to your orgasm, cumming around his tongue. Galdino continued lapping at your cunt for a few seconds before pulling away.

You got off him, flopping down next to him to catch your breath. Turning towards him and caressing his cheek.

“You’re so wonderful.” You smiled softly.

“I could say the same to you.” He smiled, kissing you softly and pulling you close to him.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece smut #galdino x reader #galdino #one piece galdino #one piece mr 3 #mr 3 x reader #lev’s writings🤍

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antchurch · 3 years

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Hey can you please rec me your fave avatar fanfics?

i would be Honoured to

this is going to be a heavily zukka themed list as they recently became my top tagged ship on ao3 (im there @ jiminie if u want to see any more of my bookmarks) but i will endeavour to be more inclusive don't u worry !! these are all mostly pg - if there is sex it isn't the focus, mainly cause id feel weird rec’ing smut to a potential minor and also cause i don't need the judgement of my taste in porn but if u do want an 18+ rec lmk the art of burning - zukka (eventually), canon divergence, ongoing - this might be one of my favourite fics ever, its a hadoka+ the watertribe come across zuko fic and i cannot recommend it enough have done some quality crying 2 this one xo what is living is burning - zukka, canon divergence, complete - BRO the canon divergence on this bad boy? so good - it had such a Mood, the tone is exquisite - - i cant say much without spoilers but trust me it goes Hard blue - zukka, canon divergence, complete - i may as well be recommending the bible here but i mean it when i say this has some of the best zuko character exploration that i’ve ever experienced it deserves all the love it gets!! the spirit stone - zukka, canon divergence, ongoing - zuko imprisoned by the fire nation? very cool ideas going on here, can’t wait to see where it goes!!! what you’re meant for - zukka, post-canon, complete - ambassador sokka saved the world! jk but like this is a really interestingly written fic, i love the epistolary style and its really satisfying to see a political system become unfucked. i wish i could be more articulate cause this fic rlly deserves that but im clow n

more below the cut cause it got long ;)

boy problems - zukka, post-canon, complete - this boy can fit so much angst in him!! this also has some excellent mailee content s/o to my lesbians xoxo swords of fate, pride of heart - zukka, alternate universe complete - zukka zoom uni au! did this fic hit entirely too hard for me as a uni student on zoom? why yes. do i also want to fall in love with a boy over zoom because of swords? also yes say you like your shirt soggy - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this is just good vibes aman falling in love n doing dishes its all we want - excellent hakoda content here !! very good if u desire better parental figures!! Flow Like Fire - canon divergence, ongoing - zuko is an airbender au that slaPs - also our first none zukka one look at me having range! but very very good its so clever in how zuko figures shit out i really enjoy the world building on this one blue's clues - zukka, alternate universe, complete - modern au where the blue spirit is a vigilante - its so fun to read and has sexy spiderman vibes big love 2 this one tell me a story - zukka, post-canon, complete - this will rip ur heart out!! izumi likes being read stories! tw major character death xox goodbye to fathers - canon compliant, complete - hakoda and zuko have a talk and ozai just sucks - good hakoda dad vibes and adults being responsible love it lighthouse beam - zukka, alternate universe, complete - uni au again!! very cute and disabled zuko rep!! love 2 see it - so much pining my dude when the sun sets, and the moon follows - zukka, post canon, complete - this is an elderly gaang fic, so if ur constantly thinking abt grief like i am this is Right up ur street - tw major character death but so worth it. Baby Hotline, please hold (me close to you) - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this shit is hilarious boys, fbi agent zuko and engineer sokka its a great time Mass Times Acceleration - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this is a masterpiece, zukka roast trip au just very good painful feelings big fucking fan here man i would die 4 this fic survival will not be the hardest part - azula-centric, canon compliant, complete - beautiful azula character piece really rich and painful also lowkey sapphic Look How Far We've Come - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this whole series is insane!! daemons au!!! such good worldbuilding amazing character work fucking phenomenal man rain dance - aang-centric, canon compliant, complete - beautiful, beautiful aang piece about airbender culture and loss if u read any of these pls make it this one Intimate Counselors - zukka, post canon, complete - fucking hilarious zuko buys shit for sokka plot very good very fun honestly a joy 2 read might read it right now when im done with this list studying the blade - zukka, alternate universe, complete - social media au!! great gang dynamics n super fun!!!! kintsugi - toph+zuko bros 4 eva, canon divergence, complete? but only sorta cause the whole series isn't complete but its So good such a good reworking of the plot aaa it just goes hard man its the toph n zuko content u deserve spring comes to caldera - zukka, post canon, complete - ambassador sokka is back baybe and its so fucking good - great azula stuff here, really well developed pining, the full works figures 1-5: killing gods - zukka, canon divergence but only a lil, complete - a really lyrical and althetic exploration of zuko. feels like catharsis (do you take this jerk to be) your one and only - zukka, canon divergence, complete - hehehe proposal related hijinks love 2 see it yue is here n its great the art of charting the stars - zukka, post canon, complete - beautiful star gazing theme and gorgeous pining this is iconic i love it speak ill - zukka, alternate universe, complete - sometimes u just need to call ozai a bastard. immaculate wow long list - sorry abt that!! but it really could have been easily twice as long aha

i hope i’ve managed to rec u something new and that u enjoy any of these and thank u so much for the ask~~~

#atla fic rec #zukka #zukka fic rec #zuko #sokka #atla #avatar #hakoda #toph #azula #Anonymous

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kookiesjoonies · 4 years

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ripped jeans | jjk.

main pairing: idol!jungkook x girlfriend!reader

fic type: one shot

word count: 5.3k

genre: smut, pwp

warnings: language, multiple orgasms, hand job, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, dirty talk, groping, spanking, choking, drool play, exhibitionism (public sex), dry humping, thigh riding, hair pulling, mirror sex, unprotected sex (be safe pls)

summary: you’ve been sexually frustrated for days, and when your boyfriend shows up in your favorite jeans you decide that you have to have him. and all of a sudden, a dressing room in the mall sounds like the perfect spot.

A/N: this is basically just.. 5k words of filth, and i’m not the least bit sorry. i’m obsessed with jungkook’s legs/thighs, and obsessed with how they look in ripped jeans. so, this is the result of that lmaoo. enjoy! feedback is always appreciated. xo

You’d been in a mood all day. Well, for the past three days if you were being honest with yourself. You were sexually frustrated as all fuck, and no amount of masturbating or filthy sex with your boyfriend seemed to make it go away. You’d tried everything to distract yourself, but nothing was working. You’d done numerous loads of laundry, reorganized the kitchen cabinets; twice, and cleaned out your dresser drawers, tossing what couldn’t be saved into the trash and creating a donation pile for what you no longer wore.

You were sitting on the floor folding the clothes that you’d intended to donate, when your phone buzzed and lit up beside of you. You smiled when you saw your boyfriend’s contact name on the screen. You swiped with your thumb to answer the call, resting the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you continued to fold your clothes.

“Hello, handsome.” You answered.

“Hi, gorgeous. What are you up to?” You heard Jungkook munching on something on the other end of the phone.

“‘Not much, just cleaning out our dresser. Which reminds me, do you really need this many pairs of basketball shorts?” He laughed and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, I do.”

“When are you coming home?” You questioned, praying that he’d tell you he was on his way.

“Actually, I need to head to the mall and pick up a few things, Jimin’s birthday is tomorrow. I was wondering if you wanted to maybe meet me there? And then we could go out for dinner or something.” He suggested, and you jumped up from the floor.

“Right now?”

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m leaving the studio now. I’ll be there in, I don’t know, fifteen minutes? I’ll meet you out front.”

“Okay, babe,” you walked out of your bedroom and down the hallway toward the front door of your house, lifting your keys off of the hook hanging beside of it, “I’m leaving now.”

“See you soon, baby.”

When you’d arrived at the mall, Jungkook was waiting on you outside of the entrance, just like he’d said he would be. You offered him a wide smile when you saw him, and he immediately tilted his neck down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Hey, you.” He grinned, bringing a hand up and reaching it forward to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

He shifted his eyes down from your face to your torso, and then to your legs. He admired the way that your top was almost too tight, hugging every single one of your curves perfectly. He appreciated the small amount of cleavage you were showing more than you’d ever know. And as he took a look at the mini skirt you were wearing, his tongue poked out past his lips as he wet them.

“See something you like?” You teased, and he pulled your body into his, his hips pressed tightly against yours.

“Fuck yes I do.” He shamelessly admitted, his large hands finding their way down to flatten against your ass cheeks before curling his fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze.

The way he was looking at you combined with the way his hands felt red hot against your ass had you regretting that you’d decided to not wear any panties. You could feel your lower stomach begin to tighten, wetness already gathering between your legs. And he hadn’t even done much.

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, shifting your gaze to look him over. His hair was disheveled, you assumed from how hard he’d danced at practice. His pupils were dark and blown out, filled with desire as he looked down at you, a smirk prominent and only growing as he saw the way you were checking him out.

He had on a white T-shirt that was now made see through in some areas and sticking to his skin from sweat, the sleeves of the shirt hugging his toned biceps perfectly. And those jeans he was wearing. Those fucking jeans. They were your favorite of his. Various rips in them, two holes at the knee and a few smaller ones surrounding them. They were so tight on him, hugging his muscles beautifully. You almost moaned at the sight. He’d paired all of that with a pair of dark combat boots, and you were sure you were going to lose it. Any minute now, there’d be a line of your arousal trickling down your thigh.

“Babe, you’re staring. And drooling.” He chuckled, reaching his thumb up to wipe the bit of saliva that had collected on the side of your lip.

And when he brought said thumb up to his mouth and flicked his tongue over the bit of drool collected on the tip of it, you were fucking done.

“Come on.” You groaned, grabbing hold of his hand and tugging him through the doors of the mall with you.

The two of you walked swiftly through the building, passing countless amounts of stores before you finally found the one you’d been looking for. The one with the most dressing rooms and most square footage.

“Babe, what are you doing?” Jungkook asked, eyebrow cocked.

You’d stopped walking momentarily, pulling numerous amounts of random items off of the racks and laying them across your arm.

“Getting things to get us into a dressing room.” You responded, picking out one final shirt. You weren’t even aware of what you were grabbing, and you couldn’t have cared less.

“And why are you doing that?” He was playing dumb. Of course he was.

He’d pressed his hips against your ass as you were retrieving the shirt, and you could feel how incredibly hard he was. You almost moaned, but you’d somehow managed to control yourself. Your pussy felt sticky now, and was getting wetter by the second. You chewed on your bottom lip as he pressed his length harder against your ass, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. He placed his hands on your hips, his fingertips pressing into the bits of skin that your top wasn’t covering.

He leaned his head down and slowly dragged his tongue along the shell of your ear, making your whole body quiver.

His grip on your hips tightened and he pulled you back against him, you were so close to him now that you couldn’t fit a thin piece of paper between the two of you. And you were in the middle of a store. In the middle of the mall. People walking around you, shopping and minding their own business. Completely unaware of what was going on between the two of you. To anyone walking by, it would just look like he was whispering in your ear. But the thought of possibly being caught made you feel like you were high, like your entire body was on fire.

“I bet you’re a soaking fucking mess right now, huh?” He whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he took your earlobe between his teeth.

“Y-yeah.” You were too afraid to say anything else, afraid that a moan would slip out and the two of you would be thrown out and banned from the mall. That would be pretty hot though, you thought.

“Let’s get you into that dressing room with all of these clothes then, yeah? I want to clean you up, and then make you a mess again. Over, and over.” He growled lowly in your ear then, and you didn’t need to be told twice.

You didn’t run, despite how badly you’d wanted to. You walked toward the dressing room area with Jungkook at your side, pulling him into the last door at the end of the small hallway once you were there. He swiftly swung the door closed behind the two of you, turning the lock as quickly as he could.

You’d discarded the items of clothing that you’d been holding onto the floor, not caring how rude that was in the slightest. Jungkook was all over you in an instant. He pinned your back against the dressing room mirror, kissing you as if he were a man absolutely starved. His tongue was running through your mouth, twisting and lapping and you were just trying to keep up, and keep quiet. Your hands had found their way into his hair and you had a hold on it so tight that it stung Jungkook’s scalp, just the way that he liked it.

You were soaked now. So soaked that you could feel your inner thighs start to become wet. You knew one thing for sure, whenever he did get his head between your legs, you weren’t going to last long at all. The thought of him going down on you made you moan into his mouth and you pushed his shoulders to make him pull back.

He was panting as he stared at you, eyebrows raised and confusion written all over his face. Before he could speak though, you were undoing the button on your skirt, pushing it down your legs and letting it pool around your feet.

“I’ve got to feel your tongue on me, like, right fucking now. I’m going to lose my mind.” You were all but begging.

Meanwhile, Jungkook had focused his attention on your bare pussy. He sucked in a breath, hissing through his teeth as he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear.

“Fuck,” he sighed, bending down to get on his knees in front of you, “no panties? Are you trying to fucking kill me?”

You let out a giggle at his words, your hand finding the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair as he inched closer to where you needed him to be most.

“Like what you see?” You teased, and instead of answering you directly, he’d dragged his tongue along your folds.

“Oh—“ you brought your free hand up and over your mouth, quickly remembering that you were in a public place and that you couldn’t be loud. Which only made you want to be louder.

You’d spread your legs a bit wider and Jungkook had taken to lifting one of your legs up and letting it rest over his shoulder. He licked at the wetness that had spread to your thighs, teeth nibbling at the skin there and sucking it between them. Your grip on his hair tightened, and a quiet sigh escaped from your mouth.

After he was finished marking his territory, he flicked his tongue over the bruises that were starting to form, earning a high pitched whimper from you as he did so.

“Kook, I—“ you started, and he pressed his thumb against your clit without warning. You sucked in a breath at the sudden contact, your head falling back against the mirror.

“Shh,” he cooed, “I know, baby. I know.”

He’d swapped out his thumb for his tongue, flicking it over the tiny nub at an agonizingly slow place. Your eyes had rolled into the back of your head, your eyelids falling shut. He had one hand wrapped around your thigh to keep your leg from falling off of his shoulder, using his other hand to tease your entrance.

His index finger circled around the hole, causing you to squirm underneath his touch. He pushed his finger in all the way up to his knuckle and you cried out from the sudden intrusion, probably a little too loud, but you couldn’t be convinced to give a fuck. Your walls clenched around his finger and he chuckled against your clit, sending a vibration through your body that had your thighs already beginning to shake.

“K-kook, if you k-keep this up, I won’t—“ Your sentence was cut short by the addition of his middle finger. He fucked into you quickly and ruthlessly, all at the same time flattening his tongue against your clit and lapping over it at such a fast pace that it made your head start to spin. There was a fire in the pit of your stomach now and you’d had to bring both of your hands up and over your mouth in a poor attempt to keep yourself quiet.

You repeatedly mewled against the palms of your hands, lifting your head off of the mirror to glance down at your boyfriend. He looked so fucking good like this, his entire face was pressed so hard against you, you didn’t know how he was breathing. Seeing him like that, and seeing the way he was moving his fingers in and out of you was almost enough to push you right over the edge. And then when he curled his fingers against that sweet spot deep inside of you, you were done.

Your thighs trembled around his face, your entire body beginning to convulse and you were riding his face now as your orgasm washed over you. The tingling sensation starting in your stomach and reaching all the way down to your feet, causing your toes to curl. You were whispering pants of his name as you came all over his fingers, offering words of praise as you came down from your high. If it weren’t for his grip on your thigh holding you up, you were sure you would have slipped down the mirror and onto the floor.

He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, flicking his tongue over your clit one last time before pulling his face back. He lowered your leg back down onto the floor slowly, standing back up and towering over you.

“You good?” He asked, tone sincere.

You nodded and offered him a fucked out, “mhm,” in response to his question and he couldn’t help but to chuckle at you. You were finally opening your eyes to look up at him, and when you did you were sure you could cum again just from the sight.

You’d fucked his hair up beyond measure from grabbing onto it so hard, and his lips, nose, and chin were covered in your release. You let out a moan at the sight, and just as you were sure he couldn’t make it any worse, he was quickly proving you wrong.

He brought the fingers that he’d had buried inside of you moments ago up to his lips, wrapping his mouth around them and sucking your arousal off of them. His fingers were shiny when he pulled them back, but they were clean now.

“Open your mouth.” He demanded, and you happily obliged.

He craned his neck downward, so that his mouth was perfectly aimed right above yours. A line of saliva fell from his lips, and you eagerly caught it as it dropped down into your mouth and landed on the tip of your tongue. It tasted heavily of your release, all mixed with the taste of him. You swallowed and gulped it down your throat, opening your mouth and pushing your tongue out to show him that you’d done so.

“Good girl.” He praised, his hands quickly finding your hips and you jumped up from the floor, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You wasted no time attacking his mouth with your own, arms moving to link around his neck and fingers finding their way to the ends of his hair. He returned your kiss with nothing but enthusiasm, pulling your lower lip between his top and bottom teeth before biting down on it so hard you were sure he’d make you bleed.

He was moving backwards now, stopping when the backs of his knees hit the bench that was attached to the wall of the dressing room. He sat down with you straddling his lap, his hands placed on your bare ass now. You moaned at the feeling, which seemed to only spur him on because he lifted one hand off of your cheek, only to forcefully slap back down onto it, causing you to let out a small shriek against his lips. His tongue was pushing into your mouth now, not bothering to wait for you to give him an invitation. The same hand he’d just slapped your bottom with, was now being used to grip a chunk of the flesh. His nails dug into your skin mercilessly, and you hissed at the feeling.

You gave a quick roll of your hips, your naked clit coming in contact with the hardened bulge in his jeans. You both moaned at the feeling, Jungkook’s head shooting back and slamming against the wall. You quickly took to peppering his neck with kisses, licking over the sections that you knew would get a reaction from him. Every time your tongue poked out, his hips rose up, turning you into a whimpering mess. You matched each thrust of his hips with one of your own and the friction was slowly becoming too much, and you were sure you were going to cum again.

He’d moved his hands from your ass to the front of his jeans, undoing his belt as quickly as his hands would allow. He’d pulled his zipper down and tapped your thigh.

“Stand up for just a second babe, let me get these off. I’ve got to get inside of you before I blow it in my pants.” He was out of breath, his voice completely fucked out already and you hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet.

The thought of him removing those fucking beautiful jeans made you whine, but you perked up as an idea entered into your head.

“Wait, I want to try something.” You said, standing up and he’d started to push the jeans down.

You quickly brought your hands down to halt his, stopping him before he could get them any lower.

“Babe, what are you doing? These kind of have to be off for me to fuck you.” He groaned, looking up at your face and eyeing you curiously.

“I know, and I want you to fuck me, just.. let me do something first.” You chewed on your lip, going to straddle him again. Except this time, your legs were on either side of one of his thighs and Jungkook was confused, cocking an eyebrow at you.

Before he could ask you what you were doing for the second time, you decided just showing him would be a good enough answer. You braced yourself on his thigh, gripping your hands onto his shoulders and pressing your fingertips into the fabric of his shirt, attempting to keep yourself as steady as possible. You pushed your hips down, rolling them slowly at first as if to test the waters. But when your sensitive clit came in contact with the rough fabric of his jeans, you had to bite down on the crook of Jungkook’s neck to keep yourself from screaming.

He quickly caught on and rested his hands on your hips, keeping your body braced up and on his thigh.

“Go ahead baby, ride my thigh. Make a mess all over these jeans.” He encouraged you, and you ground your hips down again.

You seemed to hit your clit perfectly every time, causing you to whine against his neck. It felt so good that your eyes were starting to water, if you would’ve known this was going to make you feel this fucking amazing, you’d have tried this a long time ago.

Jungkook was losing it, watching you move against his legs, listening to the sounds coming out of your mouth. He couldn’t handle the restriction of his jeans anymore, he had to feel something, any kind of friction. But you were enjoying this so much that he didn’t want to get in the way of that, and he loved having you riding his thigh like this. It suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t know if you’d ever looked this hot before.

He moved one hand off of your hips, bringing it over to push his boxers down instead. You lifted your head off of his neck to watch him, the pace of your hips beginning to speed up at the sight of his dripping cock now in front of you.

He wrapped his hand around his shaft, slowly pumping up and down. He didn’t want to do too much, he wanted to save his orgasm for you, spill his load inside of you and watch it drip out onto the dressing room floor.

“Let me,” you were out of breath, the speed of your hips never slowing down as you swatted his hand out of the way.

He happily let you take control, moving his hand back to its previous place on your hips. He helped you move, admiring the way your pupils were now blown out, your eyes hooded.

You leaned your face over his cock, letting a line of saliva drip down and onto the tip. You brought your hand up to mix your spit with the precum that was leaking, dragging the mixture down his length and quickening the pace of your hand.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth as he watched the way your hand moved up and down his cock, let out a groan that you were sure was too loud when you swiped your thumb over the head. The speed of your hand matched the rhythm of your hips now, and you were so close to losing it. You were moving erratically now, and Jungkook was doing everything he could to keep you lined up with his leg.

He brought a hand up to press his thumb and index finger on either side of your chin, causing you to look directly at him as the two of you made eye contact. Your mouth was hanging open, quiet moans and whines escaping as you neared your second orgasm for the day. Meanwhile, Jungkook was trying his absolute fucking hardest to keep himself composed so he wouldn’t cum all over your hand.

“You’re doing so good, sweet girl. So fucking hot, riding my thigh like this, and so fucking dirty too.” Praising you during sex was always one of his favorite things, and you ate that shit up like candy. You were convinced you’d never be able to get enough of it.

“Go ahead, babygirl. Cum all over me.” You didn’t know if it was the feeling of him slightly lifting his thigh to press against your clit that sent you over the edge, or his words. Probably a mixture of both, if you were being honest.

Your hand on his dick had come to a stop, and Jungkook groaned in protest. But you couldn’t concentrate on anything other than your orgasm taking over your entire body. You felt this one from head to toe, your body tingling all over.

“Kook, I— fuck—, Jungkook!” You shrieked, and he quickly brought a hand to press over your lips in an attempt to remind you to be quiet. You were looking at him with desperation, moaning in quick, repetitive spurts against his hand as you came all over his thigh. You’d created a giant wet spot on his jeans, but neither of you could be bothered to give a single fuck.

He was lifting you off of his leg in an instant, standing up to push his jeans down and around his ankles, his boxers following suit. His hands were on your waist as he backed you up toward the mirror, quickly turning your body around so that you could see your reflection. He was behind you, pressing his swollen length against you as he brought his hand around to your front.

“Look at you, baby,” he pointed at your reflection, his hand finding its way up your shirt and underneath your bra. He pinched your nipple in between his index and middle fingers, causing you to let out a small yelp at the sting.

“Bringing me into a dressing room just so you could get fucked, so needy. So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” His lips were beside of your ear now, and you nodded your head.

That response wasn’t what he wanted, and he was quick to let you know that by roughly slapping a hand against your asscheek. You cried out at the feeling, which only resulted in him doing the same thing over again. And again. You were sure that his handprint was going to be embedded onto your ass permanently when this was over.

“Words.” His voice was stern, and you gulped back a moan.

“So desperate for you,” you were breathless, “I need you, Kookie. Fuck me, please, please, please.”

You were shamelessly pleading, and he was living for it. He moved his hand down from your breast down to your lower stomach, pressing a hand against your back to push you to bend over. You braced your hands against the mirror in front of you, and he roughly grabbed a handful of your hair, tugging your head back.

“Princess always gets what she wants, yeah?” He teased, grabbing onto his cock to line the tip of it up with your entrance. You moaned at the feeling, and when he finally pushed his hips forward and buried his dick balls deep inside of you, you’d lost all sense of volume control. You cried out a moan, and he was quick to react to that. He cut your moan off halfway through it by bringing a hand up to wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides of it and pressing his fingertips into the skin of your neck.

“You have to be quiet, baby. Remember? We’re in public, you need to behave.” He tugged violently on your hair, and you could taste blood from how hard you had to bite down on your lip to keep yourself quiet.

You could see him smirking in the mirror, and right now, you wanted to smack the look off of his face. Before you could even process that thought completely, he was pulling out of you before pounding quickly back into you.

Every time you tried to moan, the grip that he had on your throat just got tighter. You could feel his nails beginning to imprint crescents into your skin. And you were fucking loving it.

He was setting a pace now, and a brutal one at that. You hoped that the speakers playing music overhead would be enough to drown out the sound of his balls slapping against your skin. You pushed your hips back against his, trying to somehow get more of him, as if you weren’t already filled to the brim. You were always so fucking greedy when it came to him.

When he felt you push back, he released a long, drawn out groan. He removed the hand that he had in your hair, making forceful contact with your ass. He spanked you several times in a row, your skin absolutely stinging now, and although you couldn’t see it, you knew that it was blood red.

“So goddamn good, fucking shit—“ His voice was ragged, and by the stutter of his hips you could tell he was nearing the edge.

He angled his hips in a way that touched that delightful spot inside of you, causing you to bring your hands off of the mirror and instead holding onto his arm that he had wrapped around your throat. You were just trying to stay standing now, your knees beginning to buckle underneath you.

“Kook!” you screamed, “Right there, holy fuck right there!”

He hit the same spot over and over again, which had you quickly seeing stars. Your vision was black and you couldn’t see anything in front of you. Your eyes forcefully rolled back and he gave a hard thrust against that glorious spot, all the while tightening his hand around your throat.

Your walls clenched around his cock, causing him to let out a moan of his own, spurring him on to speed his hips up as he chased his own release. You were cumming for the third time that day, gushing around his length and crying out his name as quietly as you could as you did so. And he wasn’t far behind you.

“Fuck!” He groaned, moving both of his hands down and onto your hips to hold your body as close to his as he possibly could. His orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, and his warm release coated your walls. The feeling had you both moaning each other’s names. He gave a few more thrusts as he fucked out his high, causing you to whine from the sensitivity.

He slowly pulled out of you, his dick beginning to soften and you pouted at the loss of fullness. He caught your pout in the mirror, chuckling at your actions. He turned you around to face him, using his index finger to lift your chin up so that your eyes were locked onto his.

“I love you, Y/n.” His voice was soft, and it always amazed you how quickly he was able to go from brutally fucking you to making your heart melt.

You stared up at him adoringly, resting the palms of your hands against his cheeks as you responded, “And I love you, Jungkook.”

A knock on the door had both of your bodies tensing up, a look of horror taking over your faces.

“Just making sure everything’s alright,” a woman said, “you’ve been in there for some time now.”

Jungkook started to laugh, and you quickly put a hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“Yes! Thank you, I’m good! On my way out, actually.” You yelled, hoping that would be enough to satisfy the woman and make her go away.

She just said okay, and told you to let her know if you needed any assistance.

“I think I’ve given you all of the assistance you need, wouldn’t you say?” Jungkook’s voice was cocky, and could still hear the woman’s footsteps walking away from where the two of you were.

You shushed him, your eyes growing wide. He let out a quiet chuckle and pressed his lips to yours to give you a quick peck before leaning down to retrieve your skirt, helping you to step into it. He tugged it up your legs and back onto its appropriate spot on your hips. He used his fingers to snap the button shut, smoothing the wrinkles out of it with his hand.

He straightened your shirt up as well, removing as many wrinkles as he could before he patted your hair down, trying to get it to look at least somewhat similar to how it did before he had it wrapped around his hand.

You couldn’t help but to crack a smile at his tenderness. His neck and ears began to blush as he noticed you staring at him. He took a step back from you, bending down to bring his boxers back up and over his dick.

“What?” He questioned, pulling his jeans up and over his legs soon after.

“Nothing, I just think you’re perfect.” Your smile didn’t fall, only grew wider as the blush on his skin grew deeper.

He mumbled a quiet thank you, and you wondered how he managed to be so shy, yet so fucking dirty all at the same time. You still weren’t convinced that he was a real person.

“Aw, man.” He sulked, taking a look at the giant wet spot on his thigh.

“I believe your exact words were, ‘make a mess all over these jeans’.” You pointed out, and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but that was in the heat of the moment. Now there’s a giant cum stain all over my favorite pair of pants.” He pouted.

You walked over to him and ran your hand over the wet fabric, the corner of your lips pulling up and into a sly smirk, “The first of many, baby. The first of many.”

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acciofanfics · 4 years

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Be Quiet (Harry Potter x Reader) SMUT

Request: Can you write a story where the reader (Slytherin) and Harry fall in love with each other and have their first time (smut pls!) and at the same time Sirius and the reader find out that’s she’s his daughter? Xo

Pairing: Harry Potter x FemReader

Warnings: Smut, very slight mentions of death, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2389

A/N: I forgot to specify the reader’s house! 😭 Also I didn’t do a whole lot of set up, let’s pretend their slightly older in Order of The Phoenix and this is set in when they’re staying in Sirius’ place? -S

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(Y/N) rapped quietly on the door, she supposed knocking on the door at all kind of defeated the purpose of trying to be quiet, so she abandoned her efforts and attempted to open the wooden door with minimal squeaking. “Harry? Are you up?”

Harry was quick to appear and open the door for her to come into the room. Honestly, he felt kind of bad, because it had been his intention to come to her. She had just beat him to it, but he supposed that wasn’t too surprising; she had always seemed to be more sure of herself than Harry had. “Yeah, come in. I was just about to go look for you.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Harry was probably her best friend...or maybe Hermione, but that would only because she couldn’t share EVERYTHING with Harry (despite her desire to do so). She plopped on the bed and let out a sigh, a dramatic, but justified one. “This is a lot, right?”

“It’s a bit much sure… not entirely bad though?” Harry knew immediately what she’d been referring to. A bombshell for sure. One thing they had been able to bond over was the fact that she grew up without her parents, Harry was thankful that she had a much more loving and tolerant aunt and uncle though. She never knew who her father was, and her mother had died around the age of 3. She knew who her father was now though… the notorious Sirius Black.

(Y/N) knew that she had been kept in the dark for her own good. Most people still thought the man was a murderer and she knew her aunt and uncle just didn’t want her to grow up knowing that they shared the DNA. “I mean I guess not… Sirius is cool and all.” It definitely sucked that his name hadn’t been cleared to anyone not in the Order, but while not seemingly knowing a lot about what he was doing he seemed eager to try as much as he would be able to.

“I feel like I’ve been lied to my entire life and I get why they did it, but I wish I would’ve known.” (Y/N) sat up and laid her head on Harry’s shoulder. He’d sat down beside her after she’d laid back. “I suppose nothing really changes that much though.”

He could definitely relate to some extent. Harry constantly felt like he was playing catch-up, and he was always a step behind everyone in knowing about himself and his life. “Right.”

A silence fell over the pair. Harry wasn’t sure what (Y/N) was feeling, but he felt content. She always had a way of making him feel that way. Hermione kept pushing him to say something, and as much as he wanted to he always found a reason not to do so. Now for example would be incredibly inappropriate, she was already so overwhelmed it just wouldn’t be fair to add the weight of his feelings for her onto her shoulders.

“Can I ask you something completely off topic?”

“Anything.”

“Do you like me?” (Y/N) felt bad for blurting out the question. Now probably wasn’t the time and that probably wasn’t the best way to go about it, but at that moment it seemed like the most appropriate option.

Poor Harry was happy he didn’t have a mouth full or butter beer or pumpkin juice because there was no doubt that he would’ve probably spit it all over the bedding and the floor. He used to say that they were close enough that she could never surprise him, but that clearly was a lie. He often wondered if she was a Legilimen, because she seemed to have some sort of innate ability to read his mind. She also knew when he was lying to playing dumb probably wouldn’t be too much help in this situation, “Uh...yeah. Hermione says it's bloody obvious.”

(Y/N) chuckled and smiled, even though he wouldn’t be able to see it, “She says the same to me if it makes you feel any better.”

“You fancy me?” Harry always had a small suspicion, he didn’t think that Hermione would be constantly trying to get him to confess his feelings if she thought it would end badly, but still he had his doubts.

“You might be the chosen one, but you can be pretty thick sometimes…” She sighed and lifted her head from his shoulder. When he turned to see what was wrong she just planted a soft kiss on his lips. He immediately melted into it, he didn’t need to be told twice to kiss her back. He’d been thinking about doing it so long that it just seemed second nature.

Their foreheads stayed pressed together even when the urge to break away to breathe came. Her eyes were still closed, but Harry kept his open (he just needed to make sure this wasn’t a dream). “Would it be too soon to say that I’m in love with you?”

“I don’t think I’d use the word soon at all.” (Y/N) teased with a soft laugh.

Harry pulled the girl back in for another kiss, the second was even better than the first (which he hadn’t previously thought to be possible). She tasted like mint toothpaste, which probably now his favorite flavor as his tongue swept across hers. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around him, an act partially meant to pull him closer and partially meant to keep a grip on him so that when she laid down he’d come tumbling down with her.

Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud, and she found herself mildly impressed with Harry’s ability to gracefully follow her. His body resting between her legs and his hands on either side of her head. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself further into him, earning a small groan. Her lips curled into a smile against his skin, and she set herself on a mission to elicit a similar reaction, but not before whispering to him, “You have to be quiet, apparently my dad is in the other room.”

Harry rolled his eyes at her, but soon found himself forgetting what she’d said. Instead he was more focused on the feathery light kisses being trailed down from his cheek to his neck. He took a deep breath when she began to kiss his neck, her ministrations on the skin a new and very enjoyable experience. He didn’t even notice her hands sneaking under his shirt. He shivered slightly from her cold hands, but relaxed into her touch when she ran her palms across his chest and torso. “Whatever you’re doing for Quidditch is clearly working.” She hummed into his ear.

Harry chuckled and leaned up, pulling his shirt over his head and then helping her out of hers. He was kind of shocked by how not nervous he was. There was just something about her, he doubted there was anything in the world she could do to make him think less of her and he just had a hunch she felt the same (or least that’s the way she made him feel). There was little light in the bedroom, but he could still see her (barely, but he could). He hadn’t even thought about the fact they were in her pajamas and she probably wouldn’t be wearing a bra… she definitely wasn’t and he felt his voice catch in the back of his throat.

“This is the part where you tell me how good I look.” (Y/N) whispered playfully to him. She worried that perhaps she might’ve been ruining the moment with so much talking, but she also knew that Harry was aware she liked to make jokes to ease her own nerves. He was often the only one not taken aback by the sometimes poorly time sentiments.

“You’re bloody gorgeous.” His voice held no trace of jest and he didn’t even give her a chance to respond before he went back in for another kiss. The kiss was chaste, because honestly he wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. When his lips met the skin of her neck (Y/N) found herself having to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her voice down. However, whenever he dipped lower and found her chest the action was futile. A sharp gasp tore through her throat at the new sensation and when to shower her breasts in kisses she no longer found holding back a moan a possible option.

The sound was like music to Harry’s ears and he began to crave hearing more like it was a song stuck in his head. He switched between her right and left nipple, carefully trying to pay the same amount of attention to each one, and he only found himself willing to stop whenever she rolled her hips upward and brushed herself against the erection he was now painfully aware of. To be honest, he wasn’t quite sure what was exactly expected of him. He definitely wasn’t entirely stupid on the subject, he knew WHAT happened, but maybe he was skipping an important step in the foreplay that he wasn’t aware of. He didn’t have much time to think too much about it, because (Y/N) wiggled out from under him. He would’ve been worried that he’d done something wrong, but when she began to shed the rest of his clothes those thoughts abandoned his mind. Really the only thoughts left in his head was her… and how she looked. Completely bare. In front of him. Merlin, he wasn’t sure there was ever a sight more beautiful and he doubted he’d ever be able to think of anything else.

“Care to join me?” (Y/N) hoped she wasn’t being too forward. This really was probably too soon… they’d just had their first kiss not even an hour ago and now she was lying on his bed completely naked. She’d been imagining this for far more than a few hours though. It was definitely not a fleeting thought… well it wasn’t to her. She hoped Harry felt the same.

“Oh! Yeah!” It occurred to him how lame it must’ve been that he was just sitting there looking at her and he quickly shed his left over layers too. Now they were both naked, and still just staring.

“This is okay with you right?” She drew closer to him again, careful not to touch him until she was sure that he also wanted this.

“Yes.” He thought she was bloody insane to even ask him that, but he wouldn’t say that to her (at least not right then).

That was all she wanted to hear, (Y/N) kissed him again, but this time it was different. It was full of anticipation and desire and their lips just moved together instinctively, because they were both too focused on the feeling of their bodies being pressed together.

This time (Y/N) didn’t have to pull Harry on top of her, this time he carefully laid her down and hovered over her. The tip of his cock brushed against her core and he was worried that he’d lose it right then and there. She whimpered and raised her hips to meet him. Their eyes locked and there wasn’t a need for words to ask permission or any questions. They both knew this was exactly what they wanted. Harry reached between them and drug the tip of his cock across her folds, his eyes closed when he slowly began to press himself into her.

Immediate pleasure washed over Harry and to put it bluntly it was far better than any late night with his hand. (Y/N) felt it too, not quite as intensely as she was still adjusting to the foreign feeling of being so completely stretched by him. The thought alone made her shift her hips. He was trying not to give into the desire to just completely ruin her, the thought had crossed his mind more than once if he was being honest and now that he was presented with the actual opportunity he was doing his best to be a gentleman.

“Harry,” He had always enjoyed hearing her say his name, and this was no exception. It was at least 10 times better when it came out more of a moan than an actual word, “Move already.”

He grunted a bit at the order, but obliged nonetheless. He pulled out slowly and then resheathed himself in her again. Each time a little faster and every little whimper or moan that came from her lips egged him on ever more. It didn’t take long for the somewhat uncomfortable feeling to completely disappear and soon her weak noises became a little louder. Harry would’ve been happy to have her screaming his name, the noise echoing through the hallways, but she was right. Her father was in the other room, as well as other people who would not approve of their display of affection.

“We have.. To be.. Quiet… remember?” His sentence was broken up by the thrusting of his hips, unable to find enough concern to completely stop his movements. Knowing he was right (Y/N) roughly kissed him. She wasn’t entirely sure that it would keep the noises at bay, but it was the only thing that she could say would have the potential to work at the moment. She was getting close, she could feel something like a spring in her body being twisted tighter and tighter with every thrust and then POP. A wave of relief and pleasure erupted through her body and a moan that sounded more like a strangled sob was let out. As cliche as it sounded, it completely undid Harry and he held her close, his face buried into her shoulder as he found the same pleasure she did and his hips stilled.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“That was my first time.”

“Mine too.” He answered honestly.

“We’re pretty good at this.” She let out a quiet laugh as Harry pulled himself out of her and collapsed on the bed. She laid down beside him, her head resting on his chest.

“Honestly… I think we could go for a bit more practice.”

#harry potter imagine #harry potter smut #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #request #fanfics

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 4 years

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you can choose prompt or HC but Will Miller having to pick up his tipsy GF from girls night. Pleaseeeeee. love your writing ! xo

Will has dealt with this before: with Benny, with Tom, with Frankie. But you? This is a new one. You’ve been out with the girls before, that’s nothing new. The text from you that read, ‘😘🥰💖💝’, that was new. The subsequent text he got that said ‘Hi this is Emma your girlfriend demanded that I text you and tell you that she misses you because she said her thumbs aren’t working right now’? Also very new. He knew work sucked for you lately. So when you’d offhandedly mentioned that you’d be going out and just 'felt like letting loose for once’, he hadn’t really thought anything of it. He didn’t think that ‘letting loose’ would mean your thumbs not working. He’d texted you, asking you if you needed him to come and get you, and got back an answer that read, ‘Ys pls i miss u’ You were smiling very widely when he came in. “Hi, baby!” You grinned. “Hey there, sweetheart,” He murmured, wrapping his arm around your waist. He thanked your friends for keeping an eye on you, settled your tab, and steered you out to the car. "Did you have a good time?” He asked, glancing over at you as you guys pull out of the parking lot (and after he’s triple-checked that you’ve done up your seatbelt. You’ve already closed your eyes, rested your forehead on your hand. “Mmmmmmmhm,” You hummed out, “Would’a been better if you were there, though.” Will smiled. He knew you, he knew that wasn’t the alcohol talking. “I don’t think your friends would’a loved me crashing girls night, sweetheart.” You huffed, lifting your head. “I dunno, they might’ve. They like you-- And Emma’s got a crush on you, which I’m not supposed to know about...Or you, by extension, please forget I said that,” You cringed, giving him a grimace as you two reached a red light. He laughed. “Already forgotten,” He promised. Your face melted into another smile as you looked at him. “What is it?” He asked. “... There’s something I wanna say, but I don’t wanna say it when I’m tipsy, so ‘m gonna stop lookin’ at you,” You said, looking through the windshield. Will’s brows rose. “Do I get a hint?” He asked, though he was sure he already knew what it was. “Mmm, nope. No nope,” You shook your head. “Let’s get you inside,” Will said as he pulled into his driveway. “And hydrated,” You tacked on sagely. Will chuckled, nodding. “And hydrated.”

#Will Miller #Will Miller x You #will miller x reader #william miller x reader #william miller imagine #William Miller x You #prompts #asks

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sgnyideun · 4 years

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wsup this is yideun and he’s ur resident 2 kewl 4 skool eboy thinking about dropping out bc he’s bored and restless and wants to fish for marlins off the coast of italy (sorry if u get this reference bc i for one cant stop thinking abt it). for more: the man, the gremlin, the legend / tragic backstory: unlocked / wanted connections.

like to plot and i’ll im u! otherwise i’m available on discord (ask) and twitter, if either would be easier for u!! just pls tell me who u are or we’re going to be silent mutuals forever lol

a quick tl;dr (that isn’t quick bc of who i am as a person, sorry)

grew up in the deep country and he loved/loves it? he gets really fed up with seoul tbh the busyness of the city grates on him! but he moved to seoul (or, well, back to seoul) when he was thirteen and has been here, causing problems, wreaking havoc, since.

has a weird relationship w/ his immediate family. little contact w/ his parents (no real bad blood tho?) and his sisters are 10 yrs older than him and are like [rattling fence] LET US INNNNNNN

anyway he’s an oriental painting major and specializes in sumukhwa (ink-wash painting!). learned from a young age from his grandma, who was an #anonymous artist :’) he really does/did love it but after starting at seongnam and having to be literally evaluated on it, he’s felt a lil burdened. and then after getting roasted by his parents at their ten yr reunion (jk haha) (im not jk) for majoring in smth like art, he was like haha.... but if i just dropped everything i know and took up an isolated life in the mountains? xo

honestly? he’s blunt af, doesn’t like cutting corners in convo, and if u need an honest opinion he will give u one. he’s pretty meh about socializing for the sake of socializing, but the friends he does have! !! he’s ride or die supportive even if he probably calls u variations of asswipe and laaaaaaaaAAAAAaaaAme every day. 🤟😔

he really honestly thinks life is too short to be steepin in ragretz so he’s very yolo, will hold ur hand when u get tattoos and piercings, etc etc. if ur like “what if i fucked the system?” he’d be like on god? do it lol

yeah he’s just. chaos. starts fights on the internet just 2 see what happens... and generally has no filter. tho he is pretty private abt his family and some other more complex feelios but everything else is fair game. he’s not ashamed of himself!!!!! u cant embarrass him!!!!!

that being said, as terrible and insufferable as his personality is, as long as you can stomach it and aren’t exceeeeedingly sensitive or fake (sry he’s too lazy to wade thru ur fifty layers), he’s a good (questionable) friend. or well, he’s not hard to get along with. he’s pretty laidback and not a lot bothers him or gets on his nerves fr fr. he just likes seeing the world burn.

likes/interests: sumukhwa duh, mountain hikes (but the only one accessible for early mornings is ansan which fukin sucks), starting fights on the internet, pronouncing rly famous things incorrectly to see when ppl lose it (gucci? more like Gucky), MAPLE STORY, and spitting in his roommate’s coffee (haha jk!!!!) (he’s not jk). he’s also a vegetarian and has been for three yrs but constantly feels like he’s being tested when he sees fried chicken so.

dislikes: feeling boxed in (literally and figuratively), seoul usually, small talk, ppl who wont say upfront wtf they want from him, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh talking about feelings beyond saying “yes i feel like shit”, and climate change ig?

wonderful how this tl;dr was still too long and hardly enlightening. congrats on making it this far u are a trooper

#ooc /#UHHHHHHHHHHH this is scheduled so i hope the queue is over...

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centhands · 5 years

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Truth or Dare - Noah Centineo Smut

AN: OK YA’LL, SO I haven’t written a fic or one shot in about, oh god I don’t know, SEVEN FUCKING YEARS?!?!?!?!? I was all about hazza back in the day but tbh there is some SERIOUS DIRE NEED for NOAH FUCKING CENTINEO SMUT on here and I cannot believe I wrote one?? Just spent the last 3 hours on it, instead of sleeping. It might be bad but idk it’s at least ONE MORE NOAH SMUT SHOT?? Idk :///// lemme know what you think!! It’s super long pls bear with me I TEND TO ALWAYS WRITE NOVELS OH GEE LOOK AT THIS LONG AF AN!!

TLDR: you’re about to play truth or dare (kind of?????) with Noah fucking Centineo. PLEASE SIT DOWN BC FILTHY SMUT IS ON THE WAY!!!! Hope you enjoy, let me know if you do!! (Pls message me I need friends and followers on tik tok, jk, only jking about tik tok, I really need friends

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You gazed at the clock once again, for the what was actually the thousandth time that night. 11:00PM on the dot. To make matters worse, it was a Friday. Not only could you not fall asleep for shit, but the daunting thought of being home alone on a Friday night, only made your insomnia worse.

You sighed as you rolled out of bed and walked lazily to your living room. As you plopped down on your couch, you decided to open up Instagram. While scrolling through your feed, you happened to notice you had a message notification. You clicked on it and instantly a smile lit up your face. A photo of your best friend, and roommate, Noah, with a sad, puppy dog face and a pair of nerdy 3D glasses. The simple message is what really did you in. “Wish you were here. Xo.”

You and Noah had been best friends for the last five years and have been living together for two. You’ve loved him since you met him. His gorgeous eyes, his toned body, his adorable, dorky smile, his hearty laugh. It all made you melt.

You were completely in love with him and he had no fucking clue.

It was absolutely frustrating, to be quite honest. At times, you get so fed up that you just want to pack up, leave, and go start over somewhere else, hoping you’ll forget all about Noah Centineo. Forget all the times he hugged you tightly and wiped your tears away as you cried. Forget all the movie and dinner dates you had gone on, one of the best parts being your spitball fights. Forget all those times he’d tell you he could never sleep, and he’d ask you to just lay with him until he dozed off, saying he just needed a quick cuddle before bed. Forget all of the little, most adorable, seemingly insignificant (but actually meant the whole world to you) moments you both had shared together. But you knew there was no way that could or would ever happen. You were absolutely smitten.

You noticed he had sent that message over two hours ago. His guy friends had declared it their “Boys Night Out” and decided to go see a thriller 3D film. He looked so cute in those glasses..

You felt your phone buzz and noticed Noah had just texted you.

“Hey, you up? Be home in five. Let’s hangoutttttttttttt! :) Movie sucked. Should have just stayed home with you and watched Clueless for the 18th time. That bad.” He wrote.

You scoffed and instantly replied, “How dare you insult Clueless. Not sure if I can hangout with assholes who insult classic chick flicks.”

“I’ll have you know I’m well versed in chick flick classics. If you can honestly call that a classic….. yikes.”

You laughed, as you typed your response. “You’re evicted. Goodnight.”

“The lease is in my name, love. Let me in little bo peep, I’m outside.”

“We don’t take our keys anymore, now?” You inquired, as he strutted through the door, popping his collar to perfect his extra sassy entrance.

“Nope,” he said, popping the P, “I have them. Just wanted to annoy you and get greeted by your lovely face.” He said, wearing his proud smirk.

“Well, that trip from the couch to the front door made me tired. I’m going to bed,” You jokingly said, turning around to play into it.

“Noooooooo,” he whined, running over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you, “Be nice to me!”

You felt yourself getting weak in the knees, your head spinning and your stomach churning. You didn’t know how much longer you could possibly put off kissing this boy. Especially when he put on his cute act like this. He could be so sarcastic one minute and so fucking cute the next. How were you supposed to control yourself?

“Okay, okay,” you said laughing, collecting yourself after what felt like an hour but had only been a few seconds. “What should we do?”

“I think it’s been quite a while since a proper game of “Truth or Dare”, wouldn’t you say, (Y/L/N)?” He asked, winking at you. Oh, this fucking boy.

“Of all things to do on a Friday night at 11:15, you want to play Truth or Dare?” You asked, giving him only slight fake tude, crossing your arms over your chest while smiling at him.

He grinned. “As a matter of fact, I do. Sit down. I’ll start.” He finished, patting the spot next to him on the couch.

You rolled your eyes but listened anyway, getting comfy next to him while you waited for him to start.

“Y/N, truth or dare?” Noah asked, staring at you intently.

“Truth.”

“Do you still sleep with your nightlight?”

“Um, DUH! You know it gets way too dark in our apartment with these dark ass curtains you picked! I refuse to be tortured because you like to sleep in and not know the sun has risen!”

“That was obviously a touchy subject. My girl thinks the curtains are too dark. Noted.” He laughed as he spoke, obviously getting a kick out of you. He always did.

He would randomly throw in the, “My girl,” comment whenever you would get a bit snarky with him. He always pointed out how you two were already like a married couple. The playful banter would sometimes solicit him making those couply jokes, and as much as they made you melt, you would also realize it didn’t mean what it did to you, to him.

“Hello! Earth to, Y/N! It’s my turn!”

“Sorry. Uh, tr-Truth or dare, Noah?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to go ding dong ditch someone on the 5th floor.” You said, looking down at the ground.

“Y/N, you’re so boring. And I’m way too cozy to be getting up for something so childish right now,” he smirked. “I might as well give myself a dare.”

“Well, why don’t you go on then, Mr. Too Cool For Lame Dares?” You chuckled, looking at him now.

He suddenly got a little more serious, which you knew meant business. He was always lighthearted and happy go lucky. Of course when situations called for it, he was an absolute rock. He gave the best advice, best pep talks and words of encouragement, and you always felt like you had someone on your side. Something must have been weighing on him.

He licked his lips before he spoke. He started slow, “Alright then,” he said, letting out a small nervous, and slightly unsure laugh. “I…. I Dare myself to kiss you, Y/N.”

“You.. what?” Had you heard him right?

“I dare.. I fucking dare myself to fucking kiss you. It’s all I’ve been wanting and needing. This has literally been on my mind for way too long now and it’s driving me crazy. You’re driving me crazy,” he rambled on, his eyes fixated on you for your reaction. “I can’t keep pretending like every time I see you, or every time we hug that I don’t just wanna hold your face and kiss the fuck outta you,” he finished.

You were stunned, mouth open. Speechless, really.

He cleared his throat, his voice sounding much raspier, and sexier, as he reinstated, “So, as long as you’re okay with it and maybe want that too, I dare myself to kiss you.”

“Noah.. I-Uh.. okay,” you silently answered, looking at him with big eyes. You didn’t know how to react, you were worried it was some kind of joke. It didn’t seem real. This handsome, amazing guy, wanting you just as much as you wanted him?

“Okay,” he breathed out a laugh; his breath had hitched as he answered.

He kept his eyes on you as you both slowly leaned in. You closed your eyes and the instant you did that you felt his lips on yours and honestly, you could have cried. Everything felt so right and everything was hazy. You felt yourself get more comfortable and more into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands found your face, as he pulled away from you for a second, eliciting a quiet whimper from you.

“I cannot begin to express how long I’ve wanted this for. And I really cannot explain how beautiful I think you are. Everything about you, Y/N. You’re all I think about. All I thought about while watching that dumb movie was how small and delicate your hands are, how good your hair smells, how your smile literally lights up my day.” He then dropped the contact from your eyes to your neck as he dipped low and kissed your sweet spot. “How badly I want to be with you,” he continued on, sucking your neck a little bit this time. “How badly I need you.”

“Oh Noah,” you moaned, “I want you too. I want you to be mine. I want to be yours. I need you. I really fucking need you.” You were panting at this point, as he was still sucking your neck. You weren’t sure how but you realized at this point your fingers were wrapped between his curls and his breath was shaky against your skin.

“Fuck love. Are you sure you want this? I promise I do, I just want to be sure this is what you want too. I just want you happy, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you from the moment I met you, and I’ve been so nervous to fuck this up. I can’t lose you,” he said, looking back into your eyes, searching to make sure you were okay with what was about to happen.

His words had reassured you, and you finally felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. You gently kissed him, and felt him get into it, lips lightly caressing yours, tongue skimming your bottom lip. You pulled away to say, “I’ve never been so sure, Noah. I’m in love with you too. Always have been. Pretty sure I always will be. Kinda hoping that’s not too honest, but I’m just trying to keep it real,” you laughed a bit.

Noah laughed too, and replied, “You silly, silly girl. You think that honesty of yours isn’t one of the main reasons why I’m so head over heels for you? You’d have thought that in the five years you would have picked up a clue on one of my many obvious signs. Dork,” he teased.

Before you had a moment to retaliate, his hands wandered to your hips and he pulled you in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever received. He kissed you so gently, yet so fervently, you felt your body turning to mush. He slightly tugged the tips of your hair and you moaned into mouth, allowing him access to slip his tongue in. His warm tongue glided over yours and softly caressed yours. He made you feel so fucking sexy by just kissing, you couldn’t imagine how he could make you feel kissing other parts of you or doing other things with other parts.

You’d only hoped you’d ever be able to find this out. It was your lucky fucking day.

You shifted your body to lay more into him and rested your hand in his lap, only to hear him let out a guttural moan. You’d been so into the heated kiss you hadn’t realized you were a bit further into his lap than you thought and you’d been grazing his dick.

This time, you smirked at him, and went right back in for the kiss, slightly palming him through his jeans, feeling him getting harder with each second that passed by.

“Fuck, Y/N, you make me fucking crazy. You make me feel so good,” he half whimpered, his voice, and his cock, straining.

“C’mere,” he muttered, easily picking you up and shifting you onto his lap. “That’s better,” he grinned cheekily, his hands now resting on your ass.

He put his hand behind your head and pulled you in for another hot kiss. He had one hand resting on your ass, and his other was used to tangle your hair around his fingers. He deepened the kiss by adding his tongue, and you felt your panties absolutely pooling. You needed friction and you were quite sure he definitely wouldn’t mind some.

You stood up, having to break the kiss and having Noah pout at you, to take off your pants. You went to get back on Noah, but he grabbed you gently to stop you. “Tsk, tsk,” he tutted at you. “I believe you’re still wearing too much clothing down there,” he said, pointing to your panties.

“Well, don’t you think the person who has a problem with them, should be the one removing them?” You quizzed, your voice sounding extra sultry and turning Noah on even more so if possible.

“That’s definitely,” he started, getting on his knees in front of you, his head right below your waist, “Not a problem.”

As he finished his sentence, you were a bit confused, but that only lasted a second. He made his way to the elastic band of your panties and locked his teeth into it, pulling them completely off, and pulling you back onto his lap, in one slow, seductive yet swift move.

“That’s better,” he sexily smirked, once again resting his hands on your, now bare, ass.

You decided to be the bold one, and begin to move on him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Slowly grinding down on his hardened cock over his jeans, the pressure feeling absolutely out of this world on your clit. You could tell Noah was into it too. Besides his hooded eyes resting directly on your face and his soft moans, his hands were pushing your ass back and forth on him and slightly down a bit, so it felt better for both of you.

You started slow, yes, but fuck, Noah was fucking packing and you couldn’t help but pick up the pace. You started grinding your hips faster, and that still wasn’t enough. Noah felt that you needed more so he pressed down a bit harder and pushed you a bit quicker back and forth over his cock. You couldn’t help but stare down at where your clit was rubbing his jeans and notice the big wet spot pooled on his pants. It felt so dirty, so raw, so fucking hot. Noah’s hands travelled to your tits, as he started to squeeze while you kept your fast rhythm, humping your bare pussy over his jeans.

“Fuck, Y/N.. I feel- I feel you through my jeans. You’re soaking. I need your shirt off. Now. Fuck,” he strained, his voice so raspy and needy.

He removed your shirt quickly, and proceeded to finally remove all of his clothes in one take. You took to your new found favorite place, yet again, on his lap and slowly lowered yourself onto him. You started grinding on his cock again, teasingly slow. The instant your dripping pussy touched his tip, he let out a moan from his belly, a long, dragged out, “Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

He flipped you over so you were beneath him on the couch. Both of you were silently thanking yourselves for deciding to purchase the couch from Ikea that turns into a flat sofa, big enough to be a bed.

He brought a finger to your mouth, in which you happily obliged and allowed him to put his finger tip in and you began to suck on it. He watched you from above, his mouth in a slight “o” shape, precum leaking from his dick from being so fucking goddamn turned on by you.

He removed his finger from your mouth and brought it between your legs and toyed with your slit, expertly gathering up your juices, and slowly bringing his fingers to your clit to rub circles.

“Noah, just like that. Right there. Feels so— yeah, feels so fucking good, Daddy,” you said, trying to wind him up. You had called him it as a joke previously one day during another playful fight, and he tensed up for a bit and shortly went to his room after. You now had a slight hunch as to why.

“Oh my god, Y/N. What are you doing to me?” He moaned, slipping a finger between your folds and then slowly entering your warm, wet, pussy. “You’re so fucking tight. God, I can’t wait to feel my girl wrapped around me. You’re gonna feel so good, love. I’m gonna make you feel so. Fucking. Good.” As he finished his sentence he gave you a couple of nice pumps with his fingers, as he added another one in somewhere along the way and it only heightened your pleasure.

You were a moaning mess and needed him. You weren’t beneath begging. In fact, it turned you on. You wanted Noah to have his absolute fucking way with you.

“Please, I need you Noah. I need you,” you whimpered, feeling his dick now pressed between your folds, slowly grinding up and down on your swollen clit.

“Mmmm, my girl is so polite right now, isn’t she?” He toyed, moving his head down to suck your nipple whilst staring at your eyes.

“Please, Noah. I need to feel your big dick inside me. I need you to fuck me so good that I can’t fucking walk after. I need you to be so deep inside me that all I know is you and your name. I need you to cum for me. Please,” you begged, whimpering as he was still sucking, and now moaning, on your tender nipples.

“You don’t have to fucking ask twice. Especially when you sound so sexy begging for me, love.” He stated, bringing his lips closer to your ear, “I’m going to be the best fuck you’ve ever had. You won’t remember anyone before me, and there certainly will be no one after me, I’ll make fucking sure, love. Grab my shoulders, babe. Or pull my hair. Your call,” he whispered, sucking your ear lobe at the end of his cocky speech. It only made you that much more soaked. You were dripping on his thigh that had been pressed between your legs during the duration. He also noticed this, as he said, “Mmmm, I love feeling you on my thigh. You’re fucking drenched.”

“All for you,” you whispered, totally out of breath at this point. How the fuck did you end up here, naked, under your best friend who you’ve been in love with for all these years, whose also naked and has just professed his love for you, as well? Um, WHO FUCKING CARES, WE GOT HERE!

He slipped a condom on and positioned himself at your entrance. “Like I said, let your hands roam wherever they choose. I’m gonna take you on the ride of your fucking life, princess.”

He slowly entered you, neither of you being able to contain the moans that erupted in your bellies. “Shit,” Noah whimpers, as one of his hands grabs onto the end of the couch, the other around your waist, “You feel so amazing. So warm, so wet. So. Fucking. Tight.”

He was all the way inside you, balls fucking deep. He slowly slipped back out and all the way back in, his cock caressing your insides and making you feel as though you could already cum all over him. You had your head in his neck as he continued pumping himself in and out of you, and you started sucking on his neck.

“Yeah, fuck, that feels so good. You feel so good. Fuck. I can’t believe we waited this long. I love you so much, Y/N. My god, fuck. You’re so fucking tight for me.” Noah said, panting after every other word.

“Oh, I love you too. So much. Shit, yeah Noah! Oh my god, right fucking there, Daddy! You feel so fucking good. Your big cock all the way inside my pussy, you get so fucking deep. My god, go faster. Yeah. Please, please keep fucking going,” you moaned, your voice definitely raising an octave.

“Fuck,” Noah whimpered, pumping faster to keep up with your demands, as he locks eyes with you, his mouth completely open as he slams in and out of you while keeping his fast pace. The couch is shaking and it’s only elevating the sex appeal of the entire situation.

Noah can tell you’re getting close, and he’s feeling like he could bust at any second, so he brings his fingers down to rub fast, hard circles on your clit, while he pumps quickly in and out of you.

“Fuck, Noah, yes. Oh my god, yessssssss! Keep fucking going, just like that,” you yell, turning Noah on more and more with each second that passes. He feels as though he can combust just fucking watching you. You’re absolutely perfect.

“Yeah, you like when I’m fucking you so hard and playing with that pretty pussy of yours? You like when I take care of you huh, my girl? I want you to let me know how fucking good you feel. Let everyone in the building know who’s making you feel this good, love. Cum on my cock, Y/N,” he panted and moaned, sounding just as close to his release as you were.

“Yeah Noah, you make my pussy feel so fucking good. Right there, you’re hitting my spot fuck. I’m gonna cum all over you, fuck. Oh fuck, yeah please, oh my god I’m cumming, Noah!” You yelled, definitely loud enough for all of the neighbors on the 7th floor to know exactly what you’re doing and whose doing it to you. You released all over him, your ears ringing and legs shaking. Your body felt ignited in a way you’ve never experienced before. You wanted him to cum so bad. You needed to see him cum. Ultimately, you needed to be the reason he had to cum. “Fuck, Noah, please cum for me. I need to watch you fall apart on top of me. I need you to show me how good I make you feel. Let me know how much you love my pussy,” you panted, pushing him to his release and his thrusts getting sloppier.

“Fuck, you’re so filthy. My feisty, dirty girl. Who knew you had such a filthy mouth? You’re gonna make me cum, Y/N. Oh fuck, yeah love, fuck I love you. Oh, yeah, shit,” Noah moaned, voice literally raspier than ever as he slammed his hand down on the end of the couch, gripping it for dear life. You felt his cock twitch inside you and his face scrunched up while he moaned inaudible words and chanted your name and he released into the condom, still inside of you, locking eyes with you just as he had cum but he had to close his eyes from the pleasure being so intense.

His body collapsed onto yours, and you wrapped your arms around him, as you both came down from your highs. He was silently tracing shapes on your arm while his head was resting in the crook of you neck, planting small kisses to the spots he had sucked on earlier.

As you both finally caught your breaths, he lifted his head and caught your eyes. He raised his hand to brush away a piece of hair that clung to your sweaty face, as he sweetly and softly laughed.

“I can’t believe I went to that dumb fucking movie and came home to tell you how in love with you I am,” he said, smiling down at you.

“All thanks to a solid game of truth and dare that hardly took off,” you chuckled, staring right back into his gorgeous, sweet eyes.

“Shit,” he said, realizing you hardly got through the game. He smirked, “Y/N, truth or dare?” He asked, as he grabbed your hand.

“I’m too tired for another one of your kind of dares.. Truth,” you said, snorting as you laughed.

He kissed you gently before placing his lips at your ear and whispered, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

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