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garbinge · 9 months

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Rescued

Jax Teller x F!Reader From these August Prompts: "Have a drink, relax." & For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: Rescued Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This was honestly so fun to write, young and fun Jax is my favorite lol. Warnings: All my fics are 18+, regardless of content. Angst, flirting, cursing, Unsers nickname lol, drinking. SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

The popping of your tire was the cherry on top of a shitty trip but when it caused you to lose control of the wheel and smash into the speed limit sign, that was the boiling point for you. Luckily, you weren’t too injured, the airbag managed to leave a cut on your face somehow and now on top of a fucked up car, you had a bruised face and ego. You had been traveling for hours, just trying to make it back home and everything was going left. Calling the operator was infuriating, all of the numbers you had to press just to get to speak to someone only for them to transfer you to someone else in the Charming operating department.

“I’m looking for someone to tow my fuckin’ car.” The tone you took was one of little patience.

“Well it’s a good thing you called the fuckin’ auto shop.” A voice with humor spoke on the other line.

“This a mechanic?” You said taken back. “Sorry, I’ve been playing tag with like 3 different operators.”

“Don’t worry about it, doesn’t make the top 5 of mean ass customers I’ve talked with.” The man on the line spoke. “So, you need a tow? You got a location?”

“Uh,” You looked around for a street sign, any landmarks to give an idea where you were when your eyes landed on the green reflective light. “Just off the West Side Freeway, Rt 5.”

“Alright, I’ll send the tow, gonna be $80.”

“Ofcourse it is.” You sighed and closed your eyes as the day continued to shit on you.

“We can workout a payment pl–” The voice was slightly concerned on the other line.

“No.” You cut him off. “I’m good for it, it’s just the idea that I’m about to drain it all from my wallet.”

The man on the other line let out a laugh. “We’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

You thought you were lucky enough that the cops didn’t show up but they were right in front of the tow truck. The older officer was stepping out of the car before the tow truck even parked.

“Everyone alright?” The man spoke up, as he got closer you saw the name engraved on below his badge. Unser.

“It was just me, I’m alright. Popped my tired on the highway and the wheel decided to shake out on me.” You pointed to the ending of the story where your car sat plowed over the metal pole and sign.

“Your uh– you got a little banged up.” He pointed to his face where the cut on yours was. “You sure you don’t want me to call an ambulance or an EMT to check it out?”

“I’m okay, officer. I really just want to get my car out of here and fixed.” As you spoke you pointed to the tow truck and the long blond haired man who was approaching from the truck.

Unser turned around and nodded to the man. “Jax.”

“Uncle Touchy.” Jax’s smile was from ear to ear as he walked past him and directly to you and your car.

“Hey I’m Jax.” The man nodded at you, keeping his smile the same until it fell a little as he took in your face.

At first, you thought maybe he was concerned with the cut on your face but his next sentence disproved that theory.

“I know you? You look familiar.” He said the frown deepening now.

“I’m not really from around here, so I don’t think so.” You weren’t really trying to go back and forth right now, your main objective was to just get the fuck out of here. That was until it hit you who he was. “Oh shit, you’re–”

“From the truck stop.” His smile grew back on his face.

“You’re all out of coffee.” Your annoyed voice was yelling out over the front counter of the convenient store down to the cashier who had already checked out.

“Then we’re all out!” The worker didn’t even bother to look at you while he dismissed you.

“This place is literally called Coffee and Go. That’s what I want to do. Get my coffee and go.” You spoke like it was obvious, which to your point, it kind of was.

Just as the cashier was about to yell back at you, now looking at you fully the person at the register stepped towards you. “Here, take mine, I should cut back on the caffeine anyways.”

Your eyes moved down from his young, handsome face to his hand that was extending out the coffee. That’s when your eyes saw the vest resting over his flannel, Sons of Anarchy, Vice President.

“I didn’t drink from it yet, it’s just got a little sugar in it but besides that it’s just regular black coffee.”

“You don’t need to do that.” You shook your head trying to dismiss the man’s generosity.

“I know but if I don’t, I think you’re going to kill that guy.” He leaned in to whisper to you. “And I don’t really want to be pulled in as a witness.”

“What can I say, I’m a bit of an unruly character without my caffeine.” You reached out to take the coffee. “I’ve been on the road for a while, thank you.” You genuinely said.

“Don’t mention it, darling.”

“I didn’t recognize you without the–” You shrugged your shoulders and brought your hands up to mimic holding the vest.

Jax let out a laugh. “Traded it in for the work shirt for the next 5 hours. Didn’t recognize you with the–” He pointed to his face similarly to the officer before but in more of a mimicking way since you had mocked his kutte.

“Guess we both went through a few changes since the morning.” You rolled your eyes.

Small town charm. That’s what this was, everyone knew everyone, people were chatty. As you pulled into the automotive shop you turned to see the line of bikes along the wall and the large reaper over the building diagonal from the garages. Maybe this was a different small town charm than you had thought.

You had lost track of your conversation with Jax as you stared at the bikers walking around.

“Never seen an M.C. before?” His voice cut through your thoughts.

“More like I know them too well.” You mumbled not expecting any reply from him but the confused look on his face was begging for more information as he placed the tow in park.

“My mom, years ago, was a member of Hell Babes before they patched over into Rebel Supply. It was a Women’s Motorcycle Collective so, probably a little different than this.” You pointed out the truck window and looked back at Jax who was a little surprised to hear the story from you.

“Or a lot of the same.” Jax’s eyebrows raised.

“We’ll never know that will we?” You raised your eyebrows back at him. The confused look filled Jax’s face again as he frowned at your statement before taking the keys out of the ignition. “You’re never gonna tell me the reapers' ways of working and I’m not going to tell you anything about the Rebels.”

“Yea, it’s a lot of the same.” Jax smiled at you. “Let me give the guys the keys so they can start working on an estimate for you.”

You stood in the middle of the lot, waiting for Jax to come back, taking in the details on each of the bikes, it was bringing back a lot of memories for you, good and bad. Luckily you didn’t get too far down memory lane before Jax was back next to you, now with his kutte over his work shirt.

“Come on, it’s gonna be a minute.” He guided you towards the tall black building that had the MC logo plastered everywhere on it.

As you stepped into what you assumed to be the clubhouse the smell of cigars and alcohol filled your nose. It was definitely extremely different from what the Women’s Collective had as their stomping grounds, but what did you expect when it was a bunch of middle aged men in the middle of bumfuck California.

“Have a drink, relax.” Jax was calling out from the bar as he poured you a beer.

“The cop gonna come back and DUI test me?” You made yourself comfortable at the bar.

“Nah, Unser’s cool.” Jax smirked like he expected you to know what that meant in terms of the club.

“Uncle Touchy, you mean?” You asked in hopes for some explanation to the nickname that wouldn’t make you sick to your stomach.

“It’s just a joke, pisses him off, there’s no rhyme or reason behind it, don’t worry.” Jax laughed, taking a sip of his own beer.

“This is the second drink you’ve bought me today.” The glass raised to cheers him before you took a sip yourself. The cold beer was like medicine to your aching body, the cold chill relaxed you from not only the accident but the week you were having.

“Call it fate.” He chuckled.

“Call it Teller-Morrow Towing.” You rebutted.

“Speaking of, I thought the coffee was supposed to dial down the unruliness.”

“Only managed to have half the cup before my tire popped, not enough to keep the unruliness at bay.”

The two of you continued talking, chatting about your parents and clubs, but still managing to keep pretty much every detail a secret as you talked. Topics changed and there was never an awkward lull or search for another thing to bring up, things just came up naturally, where you grew up, your favorite places to travel, the fact that you stopped riding years ago and how Jax could never give it up, what you were doing coming through Charming.

It was crazy that an hour had already passed when one of the mechanics had stepped into the clubhouse.

“Jax! That tow you brought in, estimate is $670 for everything, we can have it done by tomorrow morning, just let us know when to get started!”

You closed your eyes as you heard the time and price. “That how you let all your customers know the breakdown?”

“Don’t let most of my customers come in here to wait out their estimate, truthfully.” He grabbed your glass and tossed it in the sink.

“Let ‘em know to get started.” You stood up ready to retreat out of the clubhouse and figure out your overnight arrangements.

“Will do, if you want, maybe uh, I can give you that full cup of coffee in the mornin’.”

He was so smug about asking you that it was obvious what he was saying between the lines.

“You askin’ me to stay the night, biker boy?” The two of you were now walking down the hallway to the door when Jax grabbed the door above your head and held it open for you.

“All about the hospitality, baby, and figured it’d be good to caffeinate you in the mornin’ so you’re not unruly to my guys.” He had a toothpick in his mouth now that was moving around as his tongue played with it.

“What the gentlemen, Jax.” You crossed your arms before agreeing, what the hell, you were just passing through, right? “Sure, I’ll bite. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, darling.”

#Jax Teller #jax teller x reader #Jax Teller x you #Jackson Teller #Soa #Sons of Anarchy #SOA fanfic #soa fanfiction #jax teller fanfic #jax teller fanfiction

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howdoesagrapewrites · 11 months

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𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Cw: I'll use the canon ages for this piece, but this is not the case for all my work, gender neutral reader, may be kinda masc aligned, pre-atsv movie, no proofread, fluff, found family?

Hobie Brown x hispanic!punk!reader & Gwen Stacy (platonic)

It was the early morning, specks of not-so-warm sun would creep to your face and wake you up, Hobie was laying beside you, you didn't try to wake him up, you might as well try to wake up a rock. Hobie was a much heavier sleeper since his spidey senses kicked in, relaxing now that he had a clearer notion of danger, however, your spider senses did the opposite, leaving you alert at all times. You stretched, like a cat, groaning as you sensed the sleep wash off your body and put on sweatpants to go into the kitchen, you'd probably return to bed after eating, it had been almost a month since you were home. Almost a month listening to Miguel tell you that your mission was to "observe and report" an anomaly that may or may not happen. Almost a month of wanting to call off Miguel on his bullshit, for one, having the lamest most half-assed theory of what's "canon" and two, for giving you a boring job away from home.

As you set foot in your kitchen, you saw an unfamiliar figure, you put on a battle stance, who was this person? Why didn't your spidey senses warned you? Were you that tired? You examined how to proceed, the intruder seemed rather small, but you've seen some shit in the spider society and know that age or even species should not be a reason to underestimate your opponent, they were standing still next to the open pantry, they heard you, you run to them in an offensive stance, ready to fight, but she backs down, panics, and apologizes, you feel like a brick was comedically thrown your way as you realize you were about to throw hands with a sixteen year old.

"Ay, mija, I'm sorry-" you blurt out when she explains Hobie let her stay here, and she was also part of the spider society

"Do you think I can eat something? There's a lot of jars in here but I don't know what are they" she asked, still hesitantly

"Yeah, we have yogurt, fruit, granola, eggs"

Gwen accepted the granola, she had thought that Hobie would live off instant ramen or anything of that sorts. As you quietly shared breakfast with (a tense) Gwen, Hobie came into the living room and threw a shirt your way, you were very grateful as you were topless because you couldn't find you pajama shirt this morning (later saw Gwen was wearing it).

Hobie yawned loudly and opened his eyes widely remembering he forgot to introduce you two

"aye crap- forgot you were back, y/n, this' Gwen, 'been letting her crash for a few days"

You side eyed him, playfully feigning an angry expression before eating another bite of breakfast and ignoring him

Your guest saw this interaction and started stimming a bit

"Mornin' Hobie, I- I'm sure I can crash at Peter's or someone else's place tomorrow now that Y/N came back, thank you for letting me stay here" she tried to seem unbothered but it didn't really work

"No, no, I don't mind you staying here, I was just annoyed that this moron Hobie didn't told me and let me scare you this morning, you really can stay as long as you need"

Hobie hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek "no need to get aggressive, luv"

Gwen Stacy had went through a lot. A lot. Losing her best friend, a rather... Difficult relationship with her father, being technically a wanted criminal, but on top of that and more, Gwen was homeless, literally and emotionally.

She saw how some spiders were able to live a let's call it "normal" life, Peter B. Parker being a father, Hobie Brown having a stable relationship, Jessica Drew with a baby on the way, but there were others, Miguel, Peni, and maybe, her, Gwen really thought that she was one of those spidermans that had to fly solo, fight alone, after Peter's passing, she was sure she didn't want "distractions", but then Miles came along, and now he was lost too.

She was grateful for both you and Hobie housing her, and looking out for her, and even if she didn't want to admit it, you gave her a home again. The playful banter, the food waiting for them at home after a concert, your smile in the crowd cheering for both of them, the nicknames, the sleepovers with Pavitr, she had friends again, you and Hobie took the role of older siblings to her and Pav, even when Hobie was a force of chaos, he never badly endangered any of his loved ones.

Gwen was a little shy to admit how natural the domestic dynamic felt, like now, with her accompanying you to get "groceries", you talked the whole way walking across the grafitti filled streets, until getting to an abandoned building, not that she wasn't acquaintanced with crusty old sketchy buildings already (living with you two) but this was no supermarket.

"It doesn't look like there's groceries in here" she said with a quirked brow

"Just you wait" you responded as the door was opened and you said hi to the people inside, she waved back to the strangers that seemed to welcome you two, it was an odd crowd, but weren't all crowds odd? People of all ages, ranging from infants playing, to elders in battle jackets with antifa imagery. There were large windows that let the sun light up the place, this was probably a mansion in its glory days, multiple pots with different herbs and flowers were hanged in the walls, and a big open gate that showed the garden, with a small chicken coop and full of colorful and lively crops of vegetables and fruit trees.

"Ready to shop?" You asked with a toothy smile

"What?" Gwen followed you to the garden

You handed her a basket "Take what you'll eat, I'll get mine and Hobie's food"

"Like... Just take it?"

"Yep, take what you'll need, no more, no less, if you want eggs, they're inside, trust me, you don't want to get in that coop, el gallo is a fucking menace"

She took some fruits and other goods, you handed a lady another basket and then left with Gwen

"Did we just got all this for free?" The blonde asked staring at the basket full of food and ingredients

"Not really, I made a basket of pan de pascua and a pot of ropa vieja"

"Oh, so is like a trade, that makes more sense"

"I mean, if you ain't got nothing you can still take, you can also help around the garden and stuff. You see, Gwen, you can't be an anarchist if you don't give a shit about the people around you, the people in need. In a world like this, kindness is revolutionary."

Maybe Gwen was starting to understand a lot more than her canon had prepared for her.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #atsv x reader #hobart brown x reader #Hobie Brown headcanons

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ironmandeficiency · 11 months

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modern lotr character headcanons

characters included: aragorn, boromir, gimli, legolas, pippin, merry, frodo, sam, arwen, eomer, eowyn

word count: 745

summary: random thoughts abt lotr characters if they lived in modern times

a/n: this is literally just silly shit, enjoy

boromir listens to old country (conway twitty, george jones, loretta lynn, etc.) and does not tolerate anyone insulting the opry legends

he also listens to divorced dad rock (hinder, nickelback, theory of a dead man, etc.) which gimli will sometimes jam to as well

gimli lovingly maintains an old-as-dirt bench seat ford truck despite there almost constantly being something wrong with it. ignores legolas’s badgering about him getting something more reliable

obviously legolas drives a hybrid and he almost acts as if this fact makes him better than gimli (not in a dickish way, though)

horse girl aragorn.

frodo is the epitome of shy emo boy with the black skinny jeans & death cab for cutie playing in his air pods

merry is the golden retriever in the “golden retriever in love with the black cat” trope

aragorn and arwen host game nights and various other parties for their friends, but neither of them can cook so they just order delivery (or sam hijacks their kitchen for the hours before)

pippin has a large follower base on social media bc of his drinking songs and other inebriated antics that are usually recorded by whoever happens to be with him that night. usually it’s eowyn & merry, and the three of them will shake some major ass to megan thee stallion

sam goes to open mic nights at local coffee shops to people watch. he will never perform himself, but it’s nice to watch people he knows do their thing

eomer accidentally goes viral on tiktok when eowyn records him doing some dumb shit. never lives it down

the amount of joy gimli gets from going to rage rooms is almost alarming

arwen has a very thorough skin care regimen that she introduces to aragorn, and it becomes a sweet nightly routine for the two of them

eowyn & eomer don’t allow anyone to talk shit about or annoy the other bc that’s their job fuck you very much

frodo has a shitty immune system but sam’s homemade soups seem to always heal from the soul outward

sam is the little spoon favored by the resident neurodivergent

frodo is the resident neurodivergent

yes they’re dating

arwen is always the dd

when it comes to birthdays, don’t ask boromir to remember anyone but faramir’s. hell, he forgets his own birthday sometimes

legolas is the best at remembering the birthdays of his friends but forgets his own

they have to remind each other of their own birthdays when that time of year comes around

merry is always the favorite audience member at a drag show

arwen & eowyn never dress like they’re going to the same place when they hang out

gimli says southern grandpa idioms unironically — “as useless as a screen door on a submarine”, “higher than eagle titties”, “busier than a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest”, you get the idea. merry keeps a running tab of said quotes

boromir is the “we’re not getting a dog” dad. said dog ends up being his best friend & the sole inheritor in his will, fuck them kids

aragorn & gimli have their own moonshine still they think is perfectly hidden from everyone

that does not include merry & pippin, who are booze bloodhounds and immediately knew where to find it but swore to secrecy as long as they got more than everyone else

frodo sips fruity little drinks because he can’t shoot whiskey

sam can drink in the way only a divorced middle-age man can despite not being a divorced middle-aged man

eowyn cannot drive for shit & the several dents on her car prove it. the only reason her insurance hasn’t gone up astronomically is because she just. doesn’t report any of it

said car has a fuck ton of bumper stickers with all sorts of silly things

gimli can’t ride a bike AT ALL but has a motorcycle, make it make sense

he goes on bike rides with eomer when they have the time & the weather is nice

merry & pippin are two halves of a whole idiot at every given moment

eomer LOVES 90s and 00s country music but is kinda picky about newer country (he is a massive fan of cody johnson but will throw you through a wall if you talk about morgan wallen in his presence)

arwen dances in the rain & literally never gets sick from it. merry is insanely jealous of this fact

frodo’s favorite video game is animal crossing: new horizons & has very sound opinions on what villagers are the best (fuck you, rodney)

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hanasnx · 11 months

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hear me out: anakin who realizes you have a thing for his hands. ooh boy. him slowly realizing how much you pay attention to his fingers as he's pointing out different things on the holomap for different battle strategies. him having a hunch, but brushing it off until he can test his theory. slowly, he starts testing his theory in little ways just to see how you react - his hands on your hips as he scoots you over to move past. his tracing patterns on your skin casually, but smirking as the traces leave goosebumps in their wake. noticing how you try to hide how your breath catches when his hands are touching near your pulse points. oh and now that he knows? that smug mf is using that power all. the damn. time. foling the sleeves of his robes up in a way that makes his forarms look fuckin scrumptious, ESPECIALLY after he's done the subtle pressure of the weight of his hands as his fingers wrap around your throat. him using his fingers so much when he explains thing, just to watch your eyes focus on them. him as he gives you two fingers to suck on under the guise that he's just getting them wet, but then he's all like "all that just for my fingers? already a fucking whore just for my hands, hm? pathetic little thing." him making you wait before he fucks you with his fingers. him tracing over every part of your bosy - staring with the insides of your wrist up your arms to the pulse point on your throat, then down your chest where he traces around the outline of your nipples just to watch the way you whimper, and then down your hips before you feel the pressure as his finger trace up the sensitive skins on the insides of your thighs... he makes you beg for it, reveling in just how much power he has over you. asking you, "aw, you want something, baby? tell me what you want. you want me to kiss you? want my mouth? ...my tongue?" "hm?" "but that's not what you want, is it?" "no pussy's fucking soaked just for my hands." "pretty little thing is falling apart and all i've done is touch you" "what, you're thinkin' about me fucking you with your fingers? how full they make you feel, even with just two? hm?" or are you thinking about my fingers wrapped around that throat of yours? makin' you dizzy till you're dumb for me? gonna fuck you on these fingers so good you're gonna think of it every time i touch you ." oops sorry i just had some thoughts and i wanted to share but this got away from me

as someone who loves hands and has an arm kink, i’m delighted by this offering. here are my favorite lines:

☥ “his hands on your hips as he scoots you over to move past”

ik it’s mad annoying when guys do this, but if anakin did it i’d be twirling my hair n shit poppin my ankle like omggg🥴🫶💕he touched meee

especially bcos it can be treated with a natural subtlety. during the day when your relationship must remain a secret, no one could suspect anything sinister by anakin moving you aside like that. it’s just innocent enough for him to get away with it.

touching the small of your back whenever possible too, to lead you places or guide you out of the way or to walk alongside you and leaning into your atmosphere to “hear you better”

☥ “rolling the sleeves of his robes up in a way that makes his forarms look fuckin scrumptious; the subtle pressure of the weight of his hand as his fingers wrap around your throat”

i want him to choke me like i’m obi-wan during the mustafar fight scene. steal my breath away, bend me backwards over your knee. make my life flash before my eyes—

the rolling of the sleeves.. oh my god. he’s such a slut tbh knowing what it does to you and doing it to achieve that specific purpose. slut behavior.

☥ “he gives you two fingers to suck on under the guise that he's just getting them wet, but then he's all like ‘all that just for my fingers?’”

literally over here losing my mind at the idea of being caught. sucking on his fingers like a good girl until he checks your panties to confirm his theory, lo and behold you’re soaked

☥ “‘tell me what you want. you want me to kiss you? want my mouth? ...my tongue?’”

this,, the way it was worded. oh my fucking goddd. like i can hear his playful tone daring you to tell him what you really want. he wants to hear you say it. you want his fucking fingers. dirty little whore.

☥ “‘or are you thinking about my fingers wrapped around that throat of yours? makin' you dizzy till you're dumb for me?’”

i ,, i fucking. love. dumbification. when people write him calling reader names like “dumb little baby” while he’s balls deep inside. “can’t even speak, can’t even think. too cock-drunk. too fucking stupid.” i go fucking wild. being dumb for him is a dream of mine, thank you for including it.

☥ “‘gonna fuck you on these fingers so good you're gonna think of it every time i touch you.’”

the fact i absolutely would be. like every time i feel those big fucking hands on me you best believe i’m reliving whatever pleasure he brought me while finger fucking me into oblivion. that thrill shooting through me in a bone shaking shudder when i feel the warmth of his hand graze me in some way.

suffu,,, i love this. thank you. i got to feel like the excited reader this time

#arm kink <3 #spoken-stardust #i’m always the one writing the x readers #it’s been a while since i got a lil gift like this where i got to experience the 😳#it felt so catered to me and my likes.. ugh. love.#thanks for the msg!!#indy shoots the shit #indy recs #anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin skywalker imagine #x f!reader #indy reviews

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icedmatchatae · 1 year

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Best Lover | PJM

Pairing: CEO’s Assistant Jimin x CEO’s Daughter Reader

Genre: Secret Established Relationship AU, Masquerade, Smut, PWP

Summary: Though hiding a relationship had its struggles, you and Jimin made it work. Which meant learning about each other, knowing the way you both function, understanding flaws…and teaching Jimin how to be the best lover he can be for you.

Inspired by Best Lover by BIBI

Warning: hush hush ;-), your dad is THAT type of dad who is also oblivious, joon is a true one🫡, jimin has silver locks in this lol, switch Jimin x switch oc (no specified power dynamic but oc def more needy), semi-public, oral (m. and f. receiving), fucking with the masks on (masks fucking hehehe), praises, multiple orgasms, protected sex, these little shits are lovey dovey, surprise ending :D

Word Count: 6.9k

A/N: FINALLY A SHORTER ONE SHOT!!! Just had this idea a while back because I was obsessed with this song. The story is literally smut so…Hope you enjoy! There’s a lot I have planned

Also posted on AO3!!

Stolen glances were made from across the banquet hall. Those cocoa shimmering slit eyes hidden behind that ivory animal mask with antlers tried focusing on the conversation before him, but he was too distracted by your keen ones. Your eye contact kept its stance while “listening” to your friend in front of you talking in theories once again. Couldn’t blame yourself, you loved your friend but they somehow confused you at times when they opened their mouth.

“Do you have an eye problem with someone?” A voice finally shattered your distant attention for you to finally look at your friend.

You looked up at your friend’s tall stature before saying, “Nope, your thoughts just bore me right now.” You sipped on your champagne glass, in an attempt to calm yourself down after getting caught at the delicious man on the other side of the room.

Namjoon rolled his eyes before shaking his head, “You know if you keep doing that, you’re gonna get caught.”

“Please, I’m not.” You disagreed. “Look around, everyone’s distracted with these dang masks.” You said as you pointed at the golden and plum colored designed mask on you.

Well, you weren’t wrong. Attending a masquerade ball meant no one knew who was who until you actually introduced yourself, which most of the time, you didn’t as you hid away from annoying pretentious individuals and media. In a way, this themed event was the perfect time for you to let a little loose…if you know what I mean.

Though half of his face was covered by a red and white mask with gold accents, you saw him raising an eyebrow at you. “Feeling rather bold tonight, aren’t we?” The blush crept up on your disguised face, eyes shying away from your good friend to see the scenery you were in. Nevertheless, you knew he was right.

Your view shifted back at those familiar eyes from across the setting, only this time, he was too distracted and invested with the esteemed guests in conversation, and most importantly, your father on this side.

He was with your dad, his respective boss, the CEO of Jeon Corporation and you were the daughter of the acclaimed Jeon Jungwoo. A mysterious socialite in the public eye because you didn’t share much about yourself and kept your personal life low. None of your friends weren’t in the spotlight, apart from Namjoon, whose parents are owners of the well-known chain restaurant, KimBamBap.

You internally sighed, wishing that you were in your father’s position instead, except you would be more cuddled into his side and pecking his cheek from time to time.

You guessed that was what happens when you were in a secretive relationship and deeply in love with your father’s assistant, Park Jimin.

When you first met Jimin, it was a very embarrassing moment…for you at least. Your father has been setting you up with potentials for the past year, in hopes you can start dating and get married before you turned thirty which was bullshit but whatever, you know? Almost all were a bust. Some were pretentious, others’ personalities were one-dimensional, and the rest…were just not right. One date got so bad, you left in the middle of it. You didn’t even remember their name afterward. Running away from the paparazzi and any people, you kinda drank your sadness, thinking how alone you were, near the pier on a normal Wednesday night.

All of a sudden, came along a stranger with a cute miniature dog, concerned with the sounds of crying while on a stroll. Lo and behold, it was Jimin. But because you were drunk, you were very flirty and more outspoken than usual. An alter ego, if you must. Not to mention, how you straight up grabbed his canine from the ground and cuddled with the pet on a bench.

Though suspicious of your actions, he was in a blushing frenzy and thought you were very attractive. He realized your drinking through the green bottles on the side of you, so you were probably gonna be embarrassed by your behavior afterward. With your subconscious in front and noticing how handsome Jimin was, you unapologetically kissed him—even tried to get some tongue in—but he pushed you away in your intoxicated respect. Ashamed, you fled the scene and took a cab home. You eventually forgot his name but not his face, even under the fluorescent moonlight. It was a moment of weakness but you moved forward from there.

Or so you thought because a couple of weeks later, your father invited you to a company dinner and introduced you to Jimin, his new assistant. You felt so regretful and wanted to die in a hole. Yet Jimin didn’t seem to tease you much on it but rather wanted to start all over and introduce one another properly this time. And being one of the few younger ones at this event, there was no doubt a connection sparked.

Eventually, your conversations turned into much flirting and innuendos to the point, you both kinda cracked during the Christmas party that following year…in some random room…probably the cleaning closet. You don’t know really, but all you knew was how functional Jimin was beyond being your dad’s assistant.

Though you’d expect a "friends with benefits" type of deal, a loving blossoming relationship bloomed out of it. In between those intimate times, Jimin took you out on dates, showered you with gifts despite telling him no, comforted you in times of need, and treated you like an absolute queen of his life.

However, it was hidden away from the public, the company, your parents, particularly your father. Jeon Jungwoo was a good man, treated you the best way possible as a father to a daughter, and wanted to give you the whole universe.

But with a great father, also came a strict protective one. He explicitly told any man who comes across you that if they hurt you, he’ll ruin their life. You may think he was exaggerating but those terrible dates you went to were never heard from again…

Don’t worry he didn’t kill them. But the men would get bug-eyed and evacuated the premises when they saw you. Your father was a scary man to almost everyone, including his assistant.

Because what happens if the CEO found out that his assistant was fucking his daughter, the apple of his eye? There weren’t any good signs anywhere.

Everything that was done with Jimin was done in privacy and kept secret. The only person who knew about your relationship was Namjoon, and it was only because he caught the both of you making out in another closet. Nonetheless, your tall friend stayed loyal and kept his fucking mouth shut from spoiling anything. It has been a little over a year, so it was safe to say the relationship was still preserved.

Hiding your relationship had its ups and downs and both of you questioned if it was even worth it to stay. It didn’t help the fact of how on-demand his job was despite being under your dad. But Jungwoo was a very busy man with an insane schedule, which meant Jimin had to exceed his expectations. Tears were shed, and unthinkable and hurtful words were said, but ended up with apologies and reconciliation, always fighting harder for one another.

No doubt that you love Jimin, but Jimin, he was head over heels for you. When you finally revealed your confession to him, he felt the weight lifted off his shoulders. You pulled him out of the friend zone as he assumed you saw him as nothing more than the flirty young assistant of your father. You fell first—as you had a crush on him since the first meet—but Jimin fell harder that he never wanted to let go.

It pained him how much he had to distance himself from you. He wanted to show you off to every place, everyone, every living thing, and shout that he was yours. He wanted to touch you, kiss you, anything that was appropriate to the public eye. It was difficult keeping everything concealed, almost getting caught, and feeding lies to your loved ones. It ached you to hide it from your parents. Your relationship with them was pretty open to an extent, and they were all innocent in all of this, more so your dad.

He never hated Jimin, in fact, he absolutely loves Jimin. He would rave about how Jimin was the best assistant he has ever had, gloating to others like he was his son. Why else your father had a habit of giving Jimin more stocks and promotions every year?

However, though he loves you and he loves him, that doesn’t mean he’d loved the two of you together. Your father knew the boundaries between work and personal, never wanting to clash the two.

That was what you also wanted because if anything happened—hope never does—you didn’t want it affecting your father’s company or Jimin’s career. You didn’t want to risk anything.

So here you were—practically eye fucking him from afar.

“Do you want me to, like, cover you or something?” Namjoon suggested, staring at you with a revolting yet concerning expression. Your friend knew how you felt, empathizing with the whole situation. As a very Namjoon way of comforting, he’d always reassured you that though how you felt was valid, he believed that you should rip the band-aid and tell your parents. But he knew you weren’t ready, maybe you’ll be ready to tell your parents when you were about to get married.

So as an alternate way of soothing you, he helped you sneak around to get some dick.

“Mmm, maybe so.” You pondered at the moment because it was tempting. “I do want you to distract daddy away from Jimin.”

“I hate that you still call him that.” Namjoon judged, side-eyeing you.

“Why? He’s my daddy.” You defended yourself. You didn’t think any wrong with it. People just interpreted it wrongly and sometimes not right in their heads. “But please, distract him. He’s coming this way with Jimin!”

Namjoon couldn’t open his mouth to respond in time as your dad and Jimin came your way. Your father, the host, and creator of this masquerade, masked with a pure ebony mask that resembled what was used in the Phantom of the Opera. He wore a sleek and crisp dark grey suit with black loafers, as well as styling his salt and pepper hair back.

But your boyfriend, on the other hand, Jesus Christ…he decided on an all-black look that when in contrast with his white face coverup. His blazer had been designed with onyx jewels and sequins on the top of his shoulders. He wore silver hoops and accessorized his hands with his signature bracelets and rings. The way he styled his short silver hair—pushed back as well but his undercut peaked through to perfectly highlight the volume on top. Yet there was always that one strand that seamlessly fell on his forehead.

Just looking at him made you want to crash into him.

But you had to keep your cool, for the sake of everything on the line. You praised your dad for the masquerade idea because he was too focused on actually seeing the person he talked to, ignoring the longing stares his assistant gave you.

“My dear apple!” Your father greeted you like he never saw you two hours ago when you arrived with Namjoon and your other friends. He embraced you, then shook your form with much passion. “You’re so beautiful, my daughter, my heir. The heavens blessed me with the life of you. I want to say I love you, so proud of all that you’ve don—”

“Okay, daddy. That’s enough. I don’t want to hear your whole speech again today.” You interrupted him, getting slightly embarrassed by his compliments.

“It’s never enough to show my daughter love.” Jungwoo pushed before kissing your temple. “Have you’ve been having fun?”

“As much fun as I can with your business parties.” You sounded unamused. It wasn’t something you loathed. You got free food and drinks out of it, but again, it wasn’t your type of vibe. “But masquerade is a new switch up. I can’t tell who’s who.”

Your father laughed heartedly. “That’s the point, there’s no telling what people will do.”

“Exactly…” You glanced at Jimin who grinned and stayed quietly behind your father, then switched to Namjoon to telepathically cue your favor now.

Namjoon got the message and cleared his throat. “Uncle Jeon, can you come with me for a minute? There are some sponsors I’d like to introduce you to. My father isn’t here due to illness, so I want you to be with me since you help endorse our business.” Nice act, Namjoon.

“Of course, Joon!” Your father looked up at your friend and patted his back proudly, then stretched over to the younger man’s opposite shoulder to reel him closer. “Lead the way!” But before the two left, he turned back to his assistant. “Sorry, Jimin, my boy, please excuse me. Actually, have some fun. You’ve been clinging onto my side the entire time. I don’t need a bodyguard.”

Jimin nodded and bowed to his employer, “Will do, sir. Thank you.”

“___, my apple. If you can, please accompany Jimin to your friends since you’re all similar in age. Have fun!!” Your father proposed, then left with your tall friend. Namjoon rotated his head quickly back, winking before talking to your dad.

Now it was finally the two of you.

Goodness, since the moment you arrived, Jimin tried his absolute best, ignoring you to do his job dutifully. But how can he when you came in, appearing like a three-star Michelin meal?

Your plum halter-topped satin dress cinched your waist and fell seamlessly around your curves. The clothing was backless, exposing your glowing skin but cutting off right above the small of your back. However, your hair was pressed and straightened down, covering most of your back. Your heels and jewelry were gold so that they could match the accents of your mask.

Though you were the daughter of a high-status CEO, no one could recognize you, especially at this very moment. Lucky you…because you felt extra attached tonight.

“Hello, Ms. Jeon. Looking very beautiful tonight.” Jimin greeted “professionally,” having his hands behind him to control himself from touching you in front of all these people and your dad.

“Hi, Mr. Park. You’re not so bad yourself.” You winked before chugging down what was left in your flute. Some of it dribbled in the corners of your mouth but you wiped it away with your thumb, suckling onto it to take the tiny bits of alcohol as you gazed directly at the man before you. You popped your thumb off of your painted lips, then smiled gracefully.

Jimin thinned his plush lips, eyes scanning around the vicinity to make sure the coast was clear before stepping closer towards you. He was in elbows reach, but you both kept your hands to yourselves. “Doll.” His voice had a pinch of warning, but it didn’t stop you.

“Mr. Park, I would like to tell you a little secret.” You placed the flute on the high-top tables. You weren’t drunk, you weren’t buzzed from a glass or two of champagne. But alcohol in your system always made you bold.

He raised an eyebrow at you, questioning what you were up to. You leaned into him. Even in high heels, you needed to raise your head higher so that your lips hovered around his ear. You held onto his shoulder for support before saying, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

He inhaled sharply, eyes widening and jaw clenching in the process. He had to maintain his cool, but his girlfriend never made it easy for him. Light touches, swirling your tongue on desserts and meaningless moans, eye-fucking looks, lingerie that you wore underneath your elegant attire that only he knew because you’d sent him a photo prior, and what he hated the most was when you teased with your words. You never told lies, you said them honestly and seductively. That’s exactly why he felt himself hardening behind his suit.

His hands went into his pockets casually, adjusting himself to not make anything too noticeable. He smiled sweetly at the crowds of the guest before landing back onto you. “Ms. Jeon, you better behave, or a punishment might come your way.”

Though you knew he wanted you to stop, you also knew he loved playing along with you as it led to very euphoric encounters. You moved away from him and shrugged. “Maybe I want a punishment. I mean…” You feigned a sigh, resting on the table. You looked down at your pointer finger circling with the rim of the glass. Then your eyes met with your boyfriend, “I’m on my worst behavior tonight.”

“Is that so, Ms. Jeon?” He breathed out, sensing the thickness of tension between them. You nodded as if you were innocent, pushing your lower lip out to get your word out straight. “Hmmm, perhaps you need some assistance with managing your behavior?”

“Thank you for your offer, Mr. Park, but I already have someone to help me on that.”

Cocking a brow at you, he stared profoundly. “May I ask who?”

“My loving, charming, flirtatious, sexy, and warm boyfriend who has my heart.” You replied, holding a palm over your décolletage. Your words softened his heart but only made his clothed cock harder. “If you excuse me, Mr. Park, I’ll see my boyfriend now.”

“Certainly, Ms. Jeon.” He nodded.

You got off of the table, standing straight as you flattened your dress, brushing off any wrinkles. You went closer to him, shining irises meeting his with adoration. “Chim, can we go somewhere with more…private?” Your light asking corrupted his professional mind. He immediately had no thoughts of the job he was supposed to be working on tonight. He could only think of you and having his hands all over your skin, giving your love language the respect it deserved.

Your dad did say to have fun, so that was what Jimin was going to do.

“Anything your heart desires, doll.”

Either of you wasn’t a novice towards sex, but Jimin didn’t realize how frisky you were. He wasn’t intimidated or anything, but it was certainly a surprise. You were a tease who always wanted more than handled. But you knew what you wanted, what you liked, and what you expected.

Of course, in the beginning, Jimin knew nothing about it but you gradually taught him. He learned your dialect and spoke to the beauty of your body—stretch marks, moles, dips, and cellulite on every part of you. He remembered the routes and directions he needed but knew that wasn’t the only key.

Hand in hand, the two of you cautiously ran away from the grand hall. Nearing the exit, you turned back to where Namjoon and your father were, meeting contact with your friend. He signaled a thumbs up, then going back to the eccentric story your father was telling him.

It was basic protocol for you or Jimin to book a room within hotel venues during parties, but this place unfortunately wasn’t. As your father’s masquerade was the biggest event in the hall, most of the workers and guests were inside. The tinier and much more hidden halls were at the ends or deep corners of the site. It was perfect for you.

After much walking and deciding, Jimin chose one of the smallest areas in the end corner on the right. He recalled when he and your father were picking out venues, the manager explained how these halls weren’t used as often due to the lack of space. Sure, not a good location for a luxurious party, but a fantastic place to make love with the doll of his life…under some circumstances.

Once you reached the setting, though it lacked size, it was grand nevertheless. A single chandelier in the middle of the room lit beautifully, light bouncing off the burgundy carpeted floor. There wasn’t much except for two wooden circular tables and wall dividers, but you took it as an opportunity.

Pulling your boyfriend to the dividers, you were met with another table but it was covered with a white linen cloth and surprise, surprise, stacks of folded linens. Not as comfy but it shouldn’t be a problem.

Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist from behind before peppering kisses on your naked shoulder. “Doll, are you alright with this? It’s not the most ideal.” He began traveling up your trapezius.

“I don’t care as long as I have you.” You breathed out as you stretched your neck to give him more access. You then felt his tongue lick a strip over the span before biting delicately on your neck. He had the urge to mark you as his but knew people would give questionable looks. “Chim.” Your voice was shaky, the tone telling how much you needed him.

“Easy, Doll.” He took you towards the table. He turned you around to face him before putting you down to sit on the surface. He bent forward to weave his lips with yours, going as unhurriedly yet sensual as possible. “Though we’re here, lemme take my time with you.”

A second later, his mouth consumed yours. His tongue pushed through your lips to get a taste of you in him, feeling your teeth and the roof of your mouth. Smacking echoed throughout the room. He firmed his grip on your waist as you spread your legs open. Fuck, he didn’t realize how much he missed you after being apart for the work week, preparing for this masquerade ball.

His hard-on found your dampening heat, rocking into you. It was the right decision not to put underwear on. You moaned into his mouth before parting away. Reddened lips, flushed faces, eyes filled with lust and devour. Your masks were still on but none of you bothered to care. You respired as you looked at him, “Chim, wait before you take your time, can I...taste you, baby?”

Fucking music to his ears. He grunted at your ask and nodded like an excited boy getting a PS5. “Fuck, yes, honey.”

Instantly, you hopped off the table and got down on your knees in front of him, your eyes level with his crotch. What laid behind those tight dress pants and briefs was what you’ve been dying to have after going abstinent for a couple of days because of how busy Jimin was. You decided on not pleasuring yourself, knowing that this very moment was worth waiting for.

With shaking hands, you lifted them to unbuckle his belt and fumbled with pulling it out of the loop. Once you slid the leather off, you pulled his tucked-in collared shirt out. It was now for his pants. But he saw you struggling with the button, tugging on it as you progressively became impatient.

“___, easy girl.” Jimin puts a hand on your fingers, making you stare up. “Are you okay, why are you like this right now?” Though you were a needy little doll, you loved the slow way, little touches, little kisses, oh, and surely the foreplay.

You were practically panting, breaths cutting short and quick. Still having a hold on his pants, you whispered, “S-sorry. Please, I’ve been waiting for it all week.”

Jimin almost finished right then and there.

Now it was his turn to be impatient. He assisted you with his pants and aggressively pushed them down enough to see the shape of his cock. It was a mouth-watering sight to see it pressing into his underwear.

You cupped him with your palm massaging it steadily as you watched his face contort at minimal relief. You felt him grow bigger under your touch, biting your lip. You had enough so you took him out of his briefs, revealing his curved thickening dick.

You saw the pearl of pre-cum leaking out and you went for it. You latched onto the head. Tongue swirled and swiped against the slit, sucking his tip like a ring pop. You pushed yourself down, trying to take as much of him in, though, at times, it was nearly impossible. You bobbed your head, gradually finding a rhythm you liked.

Meanwhile, Jimin had his head back and moaned at the feel of your mouth. His hand found home in your hair, threading through your tendrils. His knees trembled and fortunately, he stayed put as you took him all in. The tip of your nose dug into his pubic hair, causing him to groan loudly. “Fuck, doll, you’re doing such a good job. Fuck.”

God, you loved his praises. It only egged you on. You swirled your tongue, slithering it over a vein, making him hiss. You pulled back, mouth only on his reddened brownish-pink tip. You used your hand to wrap around his shaft before squeezing from the top to his base. The concoction of your spit and his pre-cum acted like lube. Your mouth bounced on him, the squishing sounds shooting toward your eardrums.

You slobbered everywhere, but the messier it was, the better for your Jimin. Your throat began stinging from the coercion. You tried your best not to gag, thinking you’ve experienced enough of him not to. But your reflex failed you, retching around his thickness. As your eyes strained red, teardrops built up around them.

Your pupils directed upwards to meet your flushed-cheeked boyfriend, who seemed concerned for you. Tugging on your hair, he took you off gently. His sodden cock slapped his loosened shirt while you controlled your breathing. Your chest rose up and down. Saliva stayed on the corners of your lips as you swiped your tongue through.

He took your arm and helped you back on your feet. He meshed your lips, mumbling into them. “You’re so good to me, doll. Now it’s my turn to show my love.” He hoisted you back onto the table. Bundling the skirt of your dress to your waist, he moaned at the sight of your bare pussy exposed. “You really don’t have panties on, huh?”

You blushed before spreading your legs, opening your sex for him to see and appreciate. “I wouldn’t lie, Chim.”

“I know, fuck. Gotta love all what you’re doing for me.” With his two thumbs, he stretched apart your petals. Your tiny clit pulsated on his watch as you leaked your essence down. Jimin took a deep inhale at your scent, making you flustered.

“Jimin, don’t do that!” You whined, consciously closing your legs but he took initiative to never let you do that with him.

He slapped your cunt swiftly, keeping you from squirming again. “Doll, behave.” Though pouting, you surrendered and let him open you back up. As he gazed at your heat, he blew softly. You mewled at the cooling feeling, your fingers finding their way to his locks. “So pretty and perfect for me.”

“Jimin.” You sounded more desperate, which was a good sign. “Touch me.”

“Touch you? Touch you where?” As much as you loved to tease, you hated receiving it back. You didn’t want any more games, you wanted it now.

“Touch me! Eat my pussy, finger me, fuck me into oblivion. I don’t care! I ju—Ahhh, Jimin!” You threw your head back and laid your form on the table, resting on the folded sheets.

You couldn’t finish your sentence. His pinky tongue flattened on your clit, making circles around to make you go dizzy. The muscle shifted down, breaching through your throbbing hole. He lapped your wetness while his thumb found your sensitive bud and played figure eights on it, making lay helplessly and whimper. With his unoccupied hand, he circled your thigh to bring you closer. Fuck, he really knew how to get your body riled up.

He was blessed to be unlocking your entire self. You unraveled in his presence. He, for sure, was gonna get it right tonight. Kneading your thigh, he switched his ministrations so now his lips wrapped around your clit while his fingers played around the rim of your petals.

You were a mewling mess, grinding your pelvis into his face. Once his two appendages slid into your center, a long high-pitched noise came out of you. He turned and rotated his wrist before pumping in and out. Your face scrunched, taking the sensation of your boyfriend all over your pussy. Jimin slurped your sweet juices as your stuffed hole gushed continuously.

He curled his fingers, finding the squishy g-spot that made you mimic a police siren, goosebumps ran all over your body. The pressure in your stomach tightened, clenching your abs to quicken the speed.

Jimin separated from you, “Doll, I can feel your walls clenching. Are you close?” You merely nodded, whining for him to keep going. He wasted no time swirling his muscle around your swollen nub and quickened his pace with urgency.

Thighs quivered tremendously as the gush of ecstasy crashed into you, your back arched high off the table. Your fingers gripped around his gelled hair, messing up an hour of work yet he paid no attention to it. Your cunt closed in around your boyfriend’s short but thick fingers. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head while your mouth spewed a series of whimpers and chants of his name.

Jimin gulped your creaminess, easing you down your high. He wanted to make sure you had a well-received orgasm through and through, as always. He was undoubtedly a giver, paying attention to your needs. He believed that it wouldn’t be worth it on either end if he wasn’t doing it right. He gently guided you down onto the table while planting pecks (and maybe a few marks here and there) on your inner thighs.

You tried controlling your breathing, blinking away from the blurry vision to get a glimpse of your gorgeous boyfriend. His one-of-a-kind face shined with your saccharine, licking around the rims of his lips to make sure none of it went to waste. He looked absolutely delectable while you were pretty much out of it.

Face flushed with a hue of pink, cherry lips from all the biting, eyes drooping with lust, hair slightly damped and matted, and a craving for more. When you rushed to sit up, Jimin was a bit worried as you were still in a hazy trance, all it took was you undo the clip in the back of your neck to make him more at ease. The top half fell, freeing you from the constraint of any clothing around your chest. All of your satin dress was held at your waist. Your breasts perked up and nubs hardened from the chill air and need of your boyfriend.

“Chim! Wan’ you please.” You slurred as you widened your legs to present your bearings to Jimin. You made grabby hands for him to come closer to you.

Jimin needed you as much as you needed him. He made way to be within your reach. Immediately hooking your arms around his nape, you hauled him over to attack kisses on the curve of his shoulder. Meanwhile, his hands acted like magnets and gravitated toward your boobs. Cupping them in his palms, he fondled one as he played with the other side’s nipple between his index and thumb.

You muffled moans into his skin, the sensation increased your sensitivity yet it still wasn’t enough.

“Please, please, baby.” You begged, growing impatient by the second. You wiggled your lower body, hoping to find his cock meet your puffy folds.

His heated shaft was rock solid, the tip aching red, oozing out driblets of pre-cum. You couldn’t wait for him to be inside of you, but first, safety…but more so, made clean up easier.

Jimin pulled a condom out of his back pocket. He already knew sex with you was bound to happen in the most unconventional way. Better to be ready than sorry. Though you were in a committed long-term relationship, you weren’t on birth control for personal reasons.

He opened the foil wrapper, flicking it to the side of him before effortlessly putting it on. He stroked himself for relief and double-checked if it was on properly. When done, he aligned himself to your center. He glanced at you for your consent and once you nodded, he slowly plunged in.

Finally, all in, you felt so fucking full. His tip poked the top of your cervix, whining at the slight yet overpowering touch. You gazed up at your boyfriend, feeling the love overflowed from him. God, you love him so much. Sex was much deeper when you were him than anyone else before.

“I love you, Jimin.” You pouted before cutely kissing his lips.

Jimin chuckled darkly yet raging with adoration for you. There were so many things he wanted to do with you and to you, but right now, he wanted to take it easy and slow despite how much you’ve been itching to be railed by him. “I love you too, my doll.” He kissed you back, gently but with more tongue.

When you squeezed his shoulder, he knew you were adjusted and comfortable. He rested his hands on your waist, securing your body where he wanted you to be. He pulled himself out, leaving the head in you before slamming right back in. You gasped, digging your head into the covered wooden surface.

He said easy and slow, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t go hard as well. His thrusts were too steady for your liking but each penetration pierced you stronger than the last, even the table legs squeaked against the carpet. The linen sheets dared to even fall off the surface, sounding plops to the ground. The sounds of your screeching and moaning pleasured his eardrums as he grunted praises at you.

“Fuck, best pussy ever. Best woman ever.” He exhaled, biting his lower lip to keep himself from releasing too quickly. “Never leaving you, want you by my side forever.”

“So good! All yours. ‘M all yours!” You voiced out before your mind clouded with fluffs of his pounding dick. At that moment, he hit that special spot in your pussy, making your whines louder, echoing off the walls. It was a good thing that you were far from the crowd or else your father’s guests would know his level-headed and quiet daughter was a screamer with his assistant.

Jimin’s thumb found its way to your swollen clit, causing you to evaporate into his glory. You went into tunnel vision, your melted mind only thought of your true love grunting and kneading marks on your body as a sign of the impact he had in your life.

Maybe it was the alcohol, and that you get quite stimulated with emotions, or maybe it was the anniversary of the day you met him next week. Either way, you couldn’t ask for anyone else and were internally grateful for meeting him. Despite the hiding, the fights, and the crying, your love for each other was above all and worth taking a chance, never wanting to give up.

Jimin’s pace slowed down and became irregular, sensing that he was close. “Doll, cum together?” You didn’t even need to answer because you were right behind him. You screamed his name as you held him close to your trembling form. You pressed your bare chest with his clothed one, your nipples brushing against the fabric of his shirt.

When his lips found yours, he pumped once more before sinking himself in you while you went into your second high of the night. Your eyelids squeezed shut as you shrieked cries for Jimin. Your creaming cunt convulsed around his milking dick. He whined breathlessly into your neck, calling for you as he poured his cum into the latex, filling it more than usual.

He did mini thrusts, trying to squirt the droplets of white until he was fully done. You dropped back onto the table, trying to catch your breath. The life was sucked out of you, but you’d do it again if you had the energy and comfortable setting.

You felt him softening, yet he kept himself in. It was his way of wanting to be connected with you all the time. You loved it so much. But assuming the situation, he pulled himself out but not with you mewling at your sensitivity. He mumbled apologies while peppering your temple.

Though you didn’t want to let go of him, he parted away to take the condom off. You laid there flat, not bothering to move. When he removed the latex and tied it up, he examined how filled it was. “Heavy load.” He giggled, causing you to shake your head but chuckle with him. “Well, it has been a while. I’m sorry for being busy, doll.”

“It was indeed a long week, but it’s okay. I know you were planning the party.” You shrugged it off. Jimin extended a hand that you gladly clasped to help you sit up. If the both of you weren’t looking like you just had passionate sex and different shades of red, you positively were now.

After putting the filled condom in his pocket because he’ll dispose of it in the nearest bathroom and didn’t want to leave the evidence in this empty hall, he went up to hug you. “I hope you don’t think any less of me and how much I care for you.”

“Jimin, no, don’t say that.” You disagreed heavily on that, pushing him off so you could look him in the eyes. “I would never think any less of you. You mean so more than you could ever imagine.” You caressed his cheek as you gazed into his sparkling brown irises. “I know we’ve had rough patches in our relationship but look where we are!”

“Post-sex at a party currently hosted by your dad?”

“You’re not wrong,” You rolled your eyes, smiling before pecking his lips. “But what I was trying to point out is that we’re still together.”

“I’m sorry, I just—I want to make sure that you know…I still love you.”

I still love you with all my heart too, and don’t forget that.” You cooed, scrunching your nose at him. His eyes disappeared, but a smile formed on his face, giddy at your reassured confession.

He leaned in before weaving with your lips once more. The two of you were enthralled by the everlasting love you expressed. It was truly a robust and enduring one, even if it was behind closed doors. It took patience and kindness to get to this point. Your love for him always came out stronger, you would stay with him forever as he held it dear to his heart.

And for that, you taught him how to be the best lover that he can be for you.

The best lover for you.

Bonus:

The thrilling party was coming down to an end as guests were leaving and servants and other workers started cleaning up. Yet Jungwoo watched over with a bright smile and extroverted energy for days with Namjoon by his side.

By the way, Namjoon never left him alone.

The younger man distracted the CEO in hopes that he wouldn’t question where his assistant and daughter went. So Namjoon, being the best friend he was, jumped from group to group randomly with the older man and introduced potential collaborations and basically made more money and network. Blah, blah, blah.

Though Namjoon was an extrovert, he was exhausted from all that work. You owed him big time. He stood silently and a bit sluggish while your father said goodbyes to the attendees.

After thanking a pair and seeing them off, Jungwoo sighed and looked over at the taller young man. “Tired, son?”

“Yes, sir.” Namjoon mumbled, nodding. “Met a lot of people, some of them caught me by surprise.”

“Well, KimBamBap is a highly-acclaimed business.” Your father reasoned. “Though you didn’t need to tell that to an oil company, or trading company, or the secretary of the ambassador of Mongolia.”

“Good network…”

“Yes that, or you’re helping to hide my daughter’s relationship with my assistant.”

Namjoon swore he never had a bigger whiplash than he did right now. His pupils dilated at your nonchalant father grinning at another round of invitees departing. He said it in a way of all-knowing.

“Uhh, s-sir. I don’t th—”

“Namjoon, don’t gaslight me. I’ve been knew!” Your father laughed. “Jimin is not that slick. Boy forgot that his laptop’s background is literally of them two. Not to mention his laptop connects to his phone which also connects with his messages.”

“But—”

“I think I have a hunch of who Doll of My Life ___ is too.”

Namjoon gave up. Well, so much for covering for you all this time. It was thrown into the trash. Though he expected the older to be upset or disappointed, maybe at least for the entire secrecy, the CEO was rather lax.

Namjoon cleared his throat, “So you know…and you’re not mad?”

“Nonsense, I love Jimin. He has a good head on his shoulders, kind, gentle, and I do believe he’s the perfect man for my ___.” Jungwoo snorted, rolling his eyes as he listed down loves for his assistant.

Yet Namjoon was still incredulous. “Sir, then why haven’t you said anything?” It would have saved so much trouble and finally put your relationship out there for your families to see. Then your father eyed the younger tightly with a lifted brow.

“Just waiting until those idiots to tell me.”

A/N: After writing this I realized, I’m rusty on PWPs! Because I don’t write smut as often and I LIVE FOR PLOTS

#matcha masterlist #jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader #jimin smut #jimin fluff #park jimin #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts smut

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ququb444hm · 10 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 20 / touché ☆

masterlist

warning(s): profanity, possible typos

the all-too-familiar pitter-patter of a dozy little kitten’s paws trudging his way across the cold hardwood floor of its owner's dorm was heard by no one as the only two occupants of the vicinity were currently fast asleep.

after being nudged off of kozume’s bed by yn, ginger trailed over to kozume himself who was curled up on the couch. missing the warmth of the blond, ginger made his way up on the piece of furniture and into the comfort of kozume’s arms which did not go unnoticed by the light sleeper as he began to slowly open his eyes to see the familiar fluff of orange fur.

“good morning you traitor,” kozume mumbled, stroking the kitten’s head. “so now you wanna sleep with me huh? what happened to yn hm?” ginger only snuggled closer into kozume’s chest making him let out a short laugh. his other hand reached for his phone on the table beside him to check the time– 6:18 AM. “shit. class is in a few hours and yn…” his eyes wandered to the hallway leading to his bedroom, an annoyed sigh escaping his lips. “isn’t even awake yet I bet.”

you see, yn is a heavy sleeper and quite frankly, not a morning person. on top of those two traits, she literally only fell asleep a few hours ago meaning it would be even harder to wake her up.

groaning at the task ahead of him, kozume got up from the couch and made his way over to his room with ginger curiously following close behind.

“yn,” kozume started, gently shaking the sleeping figure, “you gotta wake up ‘n get ready for class.” after a few more tries and still receiving no response, he began to shake yn more firmly until she groaned at the disturbance and dug deeper into the blanket.

“..mm’tired koz..”

“I know, I know, but don’t you wanna go home ‘n shower?” he pretended to sniff the air, “you smell a bit stinky–”

“go away koz!” yn whined, swatting his hand away but that wasn’t enough to make kozume falter.

his hands now grip the blanket that tightly consumed her. “c’mon, I don’t wanna get you in trouble, and personally I don’t want tetsu scolding me for making you late to class.” though the last part was more so to himself. with no response once again, he let out a frustrated groan before pulling the blanket completely off of yn whose eyes shot wide open once exposed to the cold morning air.

“what the fuck koz?!” she fumed, desperately trying to grab the thick fabric back but unfortunately failing in the end.

the pitiful attempt made kozume laugh, but seeing the annoyed look on yn’s face made him mutter out a quick “sorryy.” before motioning for ginger to follow him out of the room and into the kitchen, silently nodding to himself as a form of praise for semi-waking up the sleeping beauty. looking for something to eat for breakfast, kozume opened his fridge, eyes scanning the contents inside before deciding on an apple juice box.

a few minutes pass and the blond notices the suspicious lack of noise from yn who was supposed to already be up and out of his dorm unless she wanted to be late for class.

“oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” kozume grumbled, once again beside his bed where yn was, of course, still asleep. to substitute the missing blanket, yn piled up a bunch of kozume’s pillows on top of her in hopes to shield herself from the crisp air. “yn,” his voice was assertive, hands ready to ruin the mountain of pillows in order to retrieve the stubborn hibernating bear. “I know you’re tired pretty girl, but do you really wanna miss mr. collis’ lecture on theories governing chemical reactions or whatever it is we’re supposed to be learning about.” though her head was unseen, the vigorous shaking underneath the blanket answered kozume’s question leading him to let out another frustrated groan, but before he could take any of the pillows away, yn beat him to it and threw the closest pillow she could grab right at his face. “oh you bratty little princess.” now absolutely irked at the turn of events, kozume took a few steps back before running full speed ahead and jumping straight on top of yn’s somnolent body.

“kozume what the fuck?! get off!” yn yelled, squirming under the added weight.

“i dunno about that. are you awake now or?”

“ohmygod. yes! m’awake! just please get off!”

the whole ordeal lasted quite longer than kozume had expected. it was now 6:58 and yn still had to get back to shinrinyoku flower shop to shower and get ready as well as get all her things before making her way back onto campus for chemistry class at 8:30.

“hey c’mon, you’re falling asleep on me again.” kozume sighed, seeing as yn’s eyes barely stayed open long enough to see where she was going.

yn let out a lengthy yawn, hands rubbing her eyes. “m’so tired it's not even funny koz. think I slept at like..like I dunno even.” before kozume could respond, yn’s phone began to ring– “tetsu?”

“are you still at kozume’s? do you need a ride?”

“yes please. don’t wanna walk home, so tired, tets”

“yeah I can tell. I’ll be over in five. just meet me outside the building mk?”

“mmmkk.” the call ended and yn tried to shake herself awake. “tets is gonna pick me up, koz. gonna meet him outside, see you in class.” she squatted down to pet ginger who was purring at her leg before walking to the door.

as she swung the door open, literally swung it open, it accidentally came into hard contact with– “augh fuck,” yn’s ears perked at the noise. ashamedly, she slowly peeked her head behind the door to see who she had hit.

“keiji? ohmygod– are you okay?! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking straight n’ didn’t know anyone was gonna be walking through!”

through squinted eyes, keiji made eye contact with the culprit. “good morning, yn. It’s okay, uhm I’ll just–” a drop of blood streamed down his lips, dripping onto his shirt.

“you’re bleeding!” yn exclaimed, hands waving around, not really knowing what to do.

“oh. It seems like I am,” unlike the person in front of him, keiji was completely calm. “it’s okay, don’t worry about it. I’ll just uhm..walk back to my room and get some ice–”

“yn? who’re you talking to?” noticing the slight commotion, kozume entered the scene, a bit curious as to what was happening in the hallway. “oh. good morning keiji, are you going on your morning run?”

“well I was until–” another few drops of blood painted his shirt, alarming yn.

“ohmygod! shit. shit. shit. koz–kozu do you have ice? c-can he have ice…please?”

“...uh yeah.” though sharing volleyball and band practices since the breakup incident and the vomit incident… the awkward tension draping itself amongst kozume, keiji, and yn seemed to linger. the three students quickly walked into kozume’s dorm to get keiji some ice. keiji took a seat around the kitchen island, yn sitting beside him with a napkin.

“do you think we need to go to the nurse? does it hurt a lot?” yn was awfully close to the psychology major, still a bit tired to notice how it might’ve looked to kozume who seemed to be bitten by the little jealousy monster as he pulled her arm away and replaced it with a bag of ice.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine. don’t you have to meet tetsurou outside? class starts in about an hour or whatever.”

not even looking at her phone to check the time, yn hopped off the seat and dashed to the door, “byeee! see you two during practicing later!!” skipping to the end of the hall where an elevator stood, waiting to take someone to their destination, a door behind yn opened just as she pressed the button to go down.

“yn?”

“rinnie?” she furrowed her eyebrows, sure that his room was on the floor above. “were you just in mori’s room?”

the doors to the elevator opened as rintarou smirked out a similar question back, “and I assume you were just in kozume’s?”

yn stepped into the elevator doors, rolling her eyes at the fellow junior, “touché.”

the rest of the day went by pretty fast– well, to be true, yn did sleep through chemistry and was still only half-awake during her second morning class with koushi but! heyy ＼(^o^)／class is over and that’s all that matters!!

part 19 #onebedtroupe <- | masterlist | -> part 21 grandmama chocolate cake

note(s): NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW. NOT EVEN MY PROCRASTINATION (lie). i have planned out the plot till the end so! this smau will maybe end w 30 (35? idk could be pushing it) parts n i am giggling so bad because i have sm in planned like u DONT EVEN KNOW also the next few parts may be written out more than uh smau so sowwyyy. also thank u sm like SO MUCH for everyone who's been reading it like i will smooch u!! +none of the pictures used are mine!!

✩⡱ taglist !! + @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @sherryuki-callmeyuki @anny-bah @ast4rg1rl @sukunasrealgf @killed-kiss lmk if u want to be added (msg or inbox)ヾ(･ω･`；)ﾉ

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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kinktober '22 ║ XIII

pairing: tom!peter parker x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 1.7k

summary: you get trapped in your sweater, peter has a unique way of helping you out.

warnings: established relationship, a form of bondage/blindfold??, piv, creampie, rimming, a little bit of ass worship???, choking with a belt, dirty talking, creampie, aftercare

a/n: brownie points to those who can figure out from what scene this is inspired from. (hint phoebe)

MLISTS . LIBRARY. TAGLIST . KINKTOBER '22

Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god–

You can’t breathe, you can’t see, you feel as if you’re suffocating. How on earth did you manage to fuck up so badly while trying to put on your favorite cozy sweater on? You know that your left arm is in the right place but when you attempt to push out your left arm you meet resistance, meanwhile your head is inside of something, just not the collar of the sweater.

“Oh god,” you mutter out loud this time. You did NOT want to ask for Peter’s help, this is embarrassing. Absolutely humiliating. He already thinks that you’re a baby he needs to coddle all the time, this wouldn’t be disproving the theory. “Fuck,”

Panic starts to settle in and you absolutely hate yourself for it. Your heart painfully throbbing in your chest, you struggle against the fabric. If you had the strength you would rip it to shreds, but sadly you don’t and you end up falling face first into the couch. It’s even harder to breathe now.

“Peter,” you call out silently, your voice muffled by the cushions and the fabric. When you hear only clatter coming from the kitchen you call out again, louder this time, swallowing your embarrassment. “Peter!”

“Yeah?” you hear the soft steps of his socked-feet. “Oh shit– are you alright?”

“No…” you whine, tears quickly filling your lashlines. “I’m scared,”

His hands suddenly grab your waist and you flinch momentarily before relaxing into the touch. A soft chuckle reaches your ears.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he holds the sleeve of the sweater and gently tugs it up, you’re still trapped but it’s a bit more breathable now. “You pushed your head through the wrong hole,”

“Of course I did,”

You expect him to remove the garment completely, instead his hand lingers before sliding down to cup your ass cheeks. Your head gets buried further into the cushions, a shuddered gasp dropping from your lips. He squeezes the soft mounds, your pussy immediately clenching around nothing at the strong grip.

“Peter?”

“Uh…yeah?”

“What– What are you doing?”

His hands fall away almost instantly, you can still feel him behind you, his heated gaze raking across your body. By instinct you shift from one knee to another, ass seeking out the heat of his body.

“Sorry,” he blurts out nervously. “I–You just– You look good,”

You let out an unattractive snort, your panic from being trapped by an evil sweater forgotten completely.

“Is me being trapped in a sweater turning you on Parker?”

“Well…not you being trapped in a sweater specifically, just you know…the pose–”

“I’m not posing, I literally fell down,”

“You know what I mean,” he lets out a breath, clicking his jaw like he frequently does when he’s annoyed. His fingers curl around the hem of the sweater. “I think you being trapped over all is kinda hot but nevermind, let’s get you out of this,”

He starts to peel off the cozy wool and you move away, a mischievous idea slowly taking place in your mind.

“How about you don’t take it off,” you say, maybe a bit loud and anxious. You weren’t good at being coy. “And you do what you wanna do,”

Peter grins, a puff of air emptying from his nostrils as he hides his smile behind his hand with pure instinct. “You’ll suffocate,”

“No I won’t,”

“Babe…” his hand slides up your back, fingers gentle and warm. It feels like he’s soothing a wild animal, your heart skips a beat. “How about I get you out and we can fuck normally,”

“But you like me tied up,”

“I have belts,”

You let out a strangled whimper, thighs pressing together as arousal drips between your legs. His hand travels down to your ass and pushes between your thighs, he cups you softly, two fingers trailing up and down your clothed folds. You hear him groan when he feels the heat, pushing them deeper into your pussy.

“Does that turn you on?” he rasps, his voice dangerously dropping. “Me using my belts to tie your wrists and ankles up? Maybe even one around your pretty throat?”

“Peter…”

He presses his hips into the curve of your ass, he makes you feel how hard he is under his loose sweatpants by grinding them. He was right, it’s getting harder to breathe, and incredibly hot. Both his hands come up to where your head is and help you through the actual hole it’s supposed to go in. The light blinds you for a second but your eyes quickly adjust, you take in deep, heaving breaths. It feels good to breathe.

However, Peter doesn’t give you much time to enjoy it as his fingers wrap around your throat, biting into your skin. His lips touch the shell of your ear.

“How about you stay like this, only your arms trapped and I’ll bring one of my belts that'll replace my fingers? Sounds good?”

“Y-Yeah that sounds great,”

He’s surprisingly gentle while wrapping the belt around your throat, the material chafes your skin and it squeezes enough for you to take note of its constant presence. The end of it hangs loose as Peter kneels behind you, he tugs down your sweatpants along with your underwear, it pools around your ankles. He doesn’t bother to completely remove them.

Only then he holds the end of the belt and tugs you back, you let out a choked out hiss, your back arching until he stops. Peter’s warm breath ghosts across your heat, you feel him inching closer, the tip of his tongue gingerly moving up your slit and licking your…other hole.

“Fuck–!” you jump up, the belt pulling at your skin. You can barely breathe, pressure settling beneath your eyes. “P-Peter–”

“I can stop if you don't like it,”

His voice is shaky, his entire being vibrating with excitement behind you. He always gets so worked up when he’s with you, which makes you ache for him even more. You want to, you just never tried anything with it before and you never thought anyone would want to if you’re being completely honest. Your teeth digs into your bottom lip, anxiety rolling in your stomach.

“I-I want to, just…I’ve never,”

You moan as his teeth graze against the love of your ass, you feel him smiling.

“It’s okay, just tell me to stop if you want me to. I only want a taste, after that all my attention is going to go into fucking your pretty pussy, alright?”

His tongue is wet, soft, warm and god it feels so good but you feel like it shouldn’t. Peter groans into you, kissing the rim and adoring it with his tongue. Your thighs tremble, barely able to swallow with the belt around your throat. Peter tugs at the end, forcibly making you arch into him even more. When he’s finally done, you’re a whimpering mess, sobbing and moaning his name over and over again. He blows a puff of air, the wet streaks freezes up, making you quiver.

“My sweet girl,” he mutters as he grinds his cock between your folds, making himself drenched with your slick. “I really adore you, you know that right? I know you sometimes think that I get annoyed, but I really do love every part of you. I want you to know that, I like taking care of you–”

He buries himself into you with one smooth thrust, you choke on air at the force. Your lips parted as his hand came up to your face, gently stroking your sweat-coated cheek.

“I like that I’m the one you call out to when you’re stuck in your sweater,”

Peter loosens his grip when you wheeze out a broken laugh, he smiles into the back of your neck, languidly rolling his hips deeper into you. Your laughter shifts into a moan, when he thrusts again, you clumsily attempt to meet his hips by moving yours. He tuts, pulling you flush against his chest by pulling the end of the belt.

“Let me take care of you,”

You’ll never get tired of Peter dominating the very fabric of your body– The pace he sets is fast, hard, his strength surprising but not unwelcome. He grips your ass with one hand, yanking you back at the same time he slams his hips forward. You cry out, arms helplessly moving inside of your ruined sweater. He’s relentless. His cock hard and deep, pulsing wildly inside of your cunt. He takes you apart, your breathing heavy as he squeezes then releases the grip he has around your throat. You feel dizzy, your haze pulling you into a depraved state.

“You gonna come?” he asks between rushed pants. “Me too, I’m so close– I wanna feel it please cum around my cock– Please please please,”

Peter messily pushes up your sweater and laves his tongue across your skin, his kisses open mouthed and wet. You can’t hear the rest of his begs as he rips your orgasm from you. It’s shattering, air consuming. The belt is somewhat loose around your neck but you can’t breathe, gasping for air while pleasure spikes your veins and leaves you unable to do anything else.

“So good, so fucking good, just like that–”

He spills into you with stuttered thrusts, he lets go of the belt and squeezes your hips, pulling your ass flush against his pelvis, burying his cum deeper into you. Your eyes roll back. Peter feels so good buried deep inside you, if you could you would hold him there forever. He continues to grind his hips as his cock continues to spurt thick ropes of cum. It overflows, dripping down from the sides of his length. He breathes heavily, forehead collapsing into the back of your head. The two of you stay like that, your sweat slicken bodies panting in unison, warming up the living room.

Peter finally pulls out when his cock starts to soften.

He undoes the belt around your throat, fingers softly kneading the burning skin as he frees you from the confinement of your sweater. Before you can utter a word, he picks you up –again with surprising strength, is he secretly going to the gym? What gives?– and heads to the bathroom. He sits you down on the stool and disappears for a moment only to come back with an ointment of some kind.

“For your throat,” he says sheepishly. “I think I squeezed a little too hard,”

As he applies the lavender smelling cream, you place a hand on his chest, smiling wide.

“It’s okay, I liked it.” your smile widens into a grin. “And I like it when you take care of me. Thank you,”

“My pleasure.”

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seoafin · 1 month

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Honestly u should explode anyone asking for the next chaps it's something I've noticed creeping up on Tumblr and Ao3 these past few years there's been this weird sort of phenomenon where ppl don't even leave their thoughts or proper comments on the chapter not even a HEART ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ bruh it's just stupid shit like PART TWOO 🥺🥺😭😭 or PLEASE UPDATE 😭😭 I see that crap so often and get so annoyed on writers behalves like this person just posted all these fics for FREE for you and you cant even be assed to leave any thoughts or theories or compliments or speculations or nuthin just acting big n greedy in the comments or notes instead of saying something, anything, of value.

Like, fics that don't even need a part two or don't even need a continuation still get these comments these days, and it's like ???? what happened to enjoying something for what it is have you considered the author ended it here deliberately so the readers can speculate and enjoy its open ending? Have you considered that the fic stopping there is in fact The Point?

Plus just a brief look at the updates on ur blog show it's clear you're not into jjk rn – much rather you complete ddao organically in the right headspace on your own terms than have ppl sour it for you by demanding it continue for FREE when u ain't even invested in it anymore literally just selfish consoomer ass kinda of behaviour lul.

THIS it's sooo disheartening not even just for me but to SEE the comment section of fics I really enjoyed being all "update please?" "NEED THE SECOND PART NOW" like damn I wouldn't update out of spite 😭😭😭 and I could go into why a lot of these comments seem to be concentrated in reader insert fics but I won't I'm just going to say my canon x canon fics always seem to get not just proper comments but engagement too

#anyway yeah...ur so right some fics I've read I feel like I should have paid for the pleasure to read #writing is so so hard don't make it even harder!!! when u yes u have the power to make it easier!!!

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helenana666 · 7 months

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Araki knows how to write female characters? I barely see him and Oda in mentions of their female characters in manga discourses when it comes to good female characters.

Hi anon, haha sorry for my lack of energy.

Warning: Long text SA mentions, little spoilers from Jojolion.

Uh that's a good one, honestly both Oda and Araki fall into the same issue about it but when they cook, they cook (or at least is what I have noticed from Oda, since I'm in 305 chapter of One Piece, so I can't tell you how much he fails or gets better).

Let's start with Araki, In general, there are never mentions of Jojo in the tops or compilations of good aspects of some Mangas, better protagonists, best character designs, etc. Because still people refuse to see Jojos in any serious way (okay, Jojo isn't 100% serious, it's bizarre) and others refuse to watch it because of its art style.

That said, Araki fails miserably with female character during part 1-4.

He fails but not in the bad way like only uses their female characters for fanservice, but as useless or from background or encourage male protagonists.

Erina and Lisa Lisa are maybe the exceptions, but again fails, Araki was clear that Erina was Jonathan's love interest and at the same time played with the dynamics, giving Speedwagon the role that in theory should have been Erina since that role was given to the women who were the girlfriends of the protagonist, he already did Gorgeous Irene as a protagonist and fighter, why didn't he gave Erina more role if he wanted to change the roles in his story? Because he wasn't that great at times, same with Lisa Lisa, looks like an attempt to have a strong character with more than a role than just a lover, but fails miserably at the end, giving Joseph all the attention instead of a fight between both Lisa Lisa and Joseph vs Kars, sucks because he gave more of that chance towards a N@zi 💀. I'm not even going to elaborate on part 3 bc it's too obvious.

Part 4, even tho has more female characters, none of them has relevance. Yukako was totally wasted, like her only role was to be a simp for Koichi, she didn't help at all. Reimi just was like a storyteller to give context towards the protagonists rather than useful character, of course even her own trauma is just there, same with Tomoko and Shinobu. Basically all pawns to fulfill or help the male characters.

Now, being a little fair, Araki fucked off the same with male characters, specially in part 4 and 5, but come on, even the Hazamada guy had more screen time than Tomoko and Araki just left her there to be completely in love with Joseph and for what? 😭 That sucks and it's sad.

In part 7 and 8, we actually have more good side characters, but again most of them wasted, literally Jojolion has more female characters than in stone ocean and yet Yasuho is the only one with importance.

Now the fanservice, what can I say? At this point is impossible to escape from it, only Metal alchemist and Attack on titan didn't and is oh so wonderful🥰, also Araki didn't with Jolyne so I'll take that as an apology from what he did to other female characters, lol.

And finally with that issues about SA scenes and mentions, the thing is that with Lucy, Trish or Dragona (probably they aren't a she, tho but let's count them.) seems more like a thing that happens a lot due to the context, specially with Lucy. Like real life issues that Araki has show up with other characters.

My problem is with Yasuho, like okay, she is vulnerable as every other woman, but some of the contexts she wents through are more implied in a funny context and it's something I dislike a lot, like that time Joshu almost rapes her, the touches that Tsurugi gives to her are so icky (I know he is a kid, but that doesn't make it any less creepy, Emporio was also a kid and didn't do that weird shit to Jolyne).

That's my only complain, uh I can see why ppl gets annoyed or disgusted with Lucy or Dragona SA situations and I understand it, but also saying that they have to gain some kind of lesson or something good from it is pathetic as if SA situations are only for that when in real life you only get trauma, not some kind of development. Perhaps, if there should be a Pov about their feelings and fears, how is going through SA and how affects the characters and their mechanisms to protect themselves, but okay I can ask for much in a Shonen manga when fights and powers are more relevant ig:/

As I said when Araki wants, he can cook a good female character like Jolyne, Lucy, Yasuho, Kaato, Trish and Mitsuba. This doesn't mean that other minors female characters are bad, just wasted. The only I mentioned some of them doesn't have great impact but with the role they get they make it work.

Now with Oda, his issue is about the way he draws female character, lots of fanservice and the anime doesn't help. At least Araki gives more different looks on his characters, Oda doesn't, lol. Must of them have the same face as Nami, and again due to the fanservice and how long One piece is, ppl don't take it seriously, another issue is that even though there's incredible powerful females, they're never enough as good as the males, even the only female character that was better than Zoro died 😭. Now that I think about it, Araki hasn't give this powerful stands to his female characters, not as powerful as GER or C-moon type.

Returning with the one piece, as far as I can see Oda actually writes good female characters! Nami and Robin are simply incredible, and as far as I know big mom is also a wonderful and good well character.

For me, Nami and Jolyne are one of the most stronger female characters in the Manga and media, next to Maki from Jujutsu no kaisen and Korra from avatar.

#jjba #helenatalks #jojo's bizarre adventure #one piece #one piece nami #jolyne cujoh

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Fury and Brains (2)

Masterlist

A/N: Comments/Reblogs appreciated

I totally forgot to do this earlier bc it took me so long to writ but i have to give a shout-out to @wint3r-h3art who thirsted over Reed with me and we had discussions of the walking sex toy that he quite literally is that made their way to this piece

Pairings/Characters: Reed Richards x Stark!Reader; Tony Stark (READER IS TONY’S SISTER)

Warnings: swearing, fighting, yelling, tony being annoying, reed being annoying, mentions of sex, MINORS DNI I CAN’T EVEN WITH Y’ALL

Summary: Now that you and Reed are together, the next task: keep it from Tony as long as you can.

Previous: Fury and Brains

Panting, you blinked several times until you were no longer seeing stars. You tried to sit up on your elbows but failed miserably, sliding back and sucking in air like your life depended on it. you heard a chuckle coming from the hall as footsteps grew closer to you. Rolling your head to the side, you looked to see Reed leaning over the bed to check on you, his hand cradling your chin as he stared into your eyes.

"You're back with us, good. You had me worried for a moment. Beyond dehydration, I thought you were unconscious,” Reed began as he sat down in bed and propped up pillows behind you before holding the bottle out to you. “Drink up, it’s filled with enough electrolytes to get Johnny fixed up. This should work well for you.”

“This is your fault, by the way,” you sighed as you took a long drink. “You’ve ruined me, Richards.”

Reed stared at you, quirking an eyebrow as he watched you chug the liquid greedily,”I believe it was you that spent the rest of the night joking that I was a walking sex toy before going into vivid, downright concerning detail on how to achieve such a goal, and various theories concerning multiple types of penetration.”

“Okay. It’s not my fault you decided to act everything out, Reed!”

Reed shrugged his shoulders, “I was merely engaging with the scientific method, testing,” he explained as he curled up beside you, head resting in the palm of his hand as he took the bottle from you and set it to the side before he pulled the covers over the both of you and ran his fingers down your arm, “I’m sorry. Are you all right?”

“All right?” You laughed, “that was mind blowing, Reed, like, holy shit. I did not think you had it in you. To be honest, you’re kind of a pervert.”

He scoffed, “they were your ideas!”

“Yeah, but I didn’t tell you to do that with your big ass tongue in my pussy while your fingers were in my—“

Before you could finish the statement, Reed’s hand was over your mouth as he blushed and cleared his throat, “Perhaps we are both on the…promiscuous side.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you sighed and curled up into his side, head resting on his chest. “Considering we didn’t really sleep at all last night, I can definitely sleep this entire day away.”

Reed sighed, “I actually had scheduled a bunch of tests to run today—“ he winced when he felt you knee his thigh. “But I can reschedule them.”

“Good,” you shut your eyes and listened to his heartbeat. “I might be paralyzed, thanks to you.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“No, I mean it, I think you actually blew my back out. I no longer have control over my limbs. Congratulations on your success, Doctor.”

Reed shook his head as his arm came around you to tuck you in closer to his side. His other arm reached up to scratch his chin before it settled on your waist, “You’re incorrigible.”

“Can’t fix perfection,” you sang as you pulled the cover up more.

Reed hummed in agreement with you as he closed his eyes. The two of you lay perfectly content with one another, slowly but surely falling asleep to the sound of each other’s heartbeat. Just as you felt like you were being lulled to sleep, like your brain was finally ready to shut down for a few hours, you heard a voice that you did not want to ever hear once when being naked with Reed Richards.

“Does anyone even live in this building? Where the hell is my sister!” Tony shouted as he entered the penthouse floor.

Gasping, you and Reed both sat upright in bed. In a panic, you looked to Reed who swore under his breath.

“Is anyone out there to distract him?” You asked quickly.

“Johnny’s out with some Calvin Klein models. Ben and Sue and went to visit a lab in Canada for some materials,” Reed explained. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Shit!” You dove out of bed, ignoring the soreness that overtook your body as you looked for your clothes. “Reed, Reed, Reed, I can’t find my shirt.”

Reed sucked in a breath after he pulled his pants up to his waist, “I ripped it off and left it on the —“

“Motherfucker!” You both heard Tony scream.

Reed quickly threw you his shirt, which you yanked over your head just as quickly as he ran to try to stop your brother to give you time to get ready. When Reed raced out of his bedroom and down the hall, he rounded the corner and came to a stop in front of Tony, who was red in the face, jaw clenched, veins bulging in his neck as he held your torn blouse that was fisted in his hand.

“Where is my sister, Richards?” Tony spat.

Reed cleared his throat, “You know, Stark, this is technically breaking and entering. If you don’t leave now — “

“Okay.” Tony nodded and dropped the briefcase that was in his other hand. Reed watched as the suitcase opened up and showed Tony’s armored boots.

Sighing, he crossed his arms over his chest as Tony stepped into his suit and started to gear up, “This is a little impractical, you know. It takes way too long. You really should modify it for combat efficiency because — “

Tony aimed his gauntlet at Reed’s face, “I’m going to kill you, Reed Richards, and I’m going to enjoy it.”

Reed pursed his lips, “This is all rather juvenile, isn’t it? Your sister is a grown woman —“

“How would you know! You shouldn’t know at all, actually. You should have no knowledge of any of my little sister’s anatomy!”

Reed blinked, “It’s basic anatomy, Tony. It’s nothing revolutionary —“

“And now she’s basic? You’re dead!”

Tony aimed the repulsor at Reed and fired. Reed ducked, stretching his torso to move to the side to avoid the blast, but it sent a hole through the walls behind him, which showed you balancing on one foot as you yanked your pants on. Tony’s rage was blinding as he powered up his entire suit and proceeded to chase Reed. Reed was dodging his blasts, and tried wrapping around Tony to disable him. However, Tony heated up his suit. Heat plus rubber meant that Reed was losing his grip, and he fell off of Tony and to the ground like a pile of putty.

You came rushing out as Tony hovered in the air and aimed all weapons at Reed. You jumped into the air and grabbed onto his leg, then started climbing up the suit with a screwdriver held between your teeth as you used both hands to climb.

“What the hell are you doing?” Tony shouted as he started swaying in the air. “Get off, Y/N! I need to kill Reed for defiling you!”

You took the screwdriver out of your mouth and held it threateningly to a singular screw by his neck, “Lower your weapons and stand down or I will dismantle you right here.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You wanna bet, buddy? You think I won’t? I’ll risk hearing you cry about Reed seeing your little sister bully your ass. Bring it, Tone.”

Usually, Tony loved you, but at moments like this, he really fucking hated you, because that’s exactly what he would do. He would harass you about bullying him in front of his arch nemesis and cry about it for as long as he could, which was until your breaking point, usually. But would the shame and humiliation be worth it?

As you stabbed him with the screwdriver and started to turn, Tony shouted and landed on the ground. You slipped off of him, muttered that he was a good little idiot, and ran over to help Reed pull himself together, literally.

“I can’t believe this,” Tony huffed as he lifted his face plate, “My arch nemesis and my little sister. Seriously? If you wanted to fuck rubber, couldn’t you just buy a dildo?”

You groaned, “Tony! Enough, okay? I like Reed!”

“So?!” Tony shrieked. “He’s an idiot! This liking feeling? Fleeting.”

“Oh, just like your feelings for Pepper?”

Tony blinked and pointed a finger at you, “That’s different. Pepper is a lovely, smart, intelligent, capable woman who isn’t my arch nemesis.”

“I’d like to point out the first several years of her working here and you tormenting her. Actually, I think she might have Stockholm Syndrome from you,” you told Tony. “I’m very concerned.”

“You are not funny, pipsqueak,” Tony scoffed and looked down at Reed who was sitting up, one hand braced behind him, knee up with his other arm resting on it while you knelt beside him with a hand on his back. He studied the two of you and shook his head again. “This is truly the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.”

Reed looked over to see your shoulders sink in defeat, listening to the rush of air leave your body as your eyes rolled to the side and you stared at the ceiling hoping it would cave in on you all. He sat up a little more and looked to Tony, “if I may?”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t, but, I guess,” Tony sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“My relationship with you, Tony, should not change my relationship with Y/N,” he explained as he reached out to intertwine your fingers together. “I adore her. Allow me to see her and — “

“You asking for my blessing?”

Reed cleared his throat, “It’s more like a courtesy.”

“A courtesy, a courtesy,” Tony echoed with a laugh. “The fucking balls on you, Richards. I should just — “

“Enough!” You shouted. “Tony, you’re not my dad, you’re my brother. You have no say in who I get to date. If I could watch you rinse through several years worth of Victoria’s Secret Angels, grad students, and journalists, you can survive with me seeing Reed. Put your fucking big boy Pampers on and deal with it.”

Tony stared at you for a moment, soaking in your words, realizing but not wanting to admit you were right. He sighed after a moment and lazily pointed a finger at you, “You were much nicer before you got some dick in you, is all I’m saying.”

“Get. Out,” you seethed, throwing the screwdriver at his head while he raised his hands to block it. “Get out!”

“Okay. Okay! Shit. I thought fucking was supposed to make you nicer, not worse. God, Reed, can’t even do that job fucking right, would love to see how long this lasts,” Tony proclaimed as he dodged you throwing your shoe at his head as he turned and flew out of the building, happily breaking one of Reed’s windows on the way out.

Reed breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back into your touch. You shook your head muttering that your brother was a psychopath who needed a lobotomy. He chuckled as he thought about how funny it was that you would say such a thing, given that you were saying things worse than Tony said to him the last few weeks.

Reed said he was okay to get up, and you nodded. However, when he tried to get up, he felt that you weren’t moving at all. In fact, you were leaning on him. He glanced at you and raised an eyebrow, “Why aren’t we moving?”

“Well, after last night and an adrenaline-fused panic to get Tony to stop trying to kill you, my body has calmed down, and I have no control or strength in my muscles right now,” you confessed to Reed who beamed with pride.

“If only Tony stayed a little longer to see my job well done.”

“Shut up, Reed,” you sighed as the man carefully maneuvered around to pick you up in his arms and return to his bedroom. “Well, now that the cat’s out of the bag, I guess we don’t have to hide or anything.”

“Shame, I kind of loved the scandal of our torrid romance behind his back,” Reed teased as you both climbed into bed once more, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his side. “But, your brother in pain amuses me greatly.”

“Okay. No more talk about my brother when we’re in bed,” you sighed as you shut your eyes and curled into him. “Let’s just try sleeping again.”

“Yes, dear,” Reed agreed as he brought the blanket up to your shoulders. “And after, we can have brunch. That’s….that’s a typical, social thing, right?”

“My, my, Reed, you’re a quick study.”

#reed richards #reed richards x reader #stark!reader #tony stark #tony stark x stark!reader #multiverse of madness #marvel fic #fantastic four #fantastic four fic #reed richards x stark!reader #crazycookiecrumbles

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