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writing-whump · 19 days

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👋 Hellooo

Sooo I've been thinking about some ideas for part3-something serious as you asked for opinions 🤭 (I actually even Googled for it tbh xd)

And I saw that fever, severe pain and infection related things are quite common after appendectomy. Well, if we consider that Hex's appendix infected and he stayed for a while like that (idk, a day or less?), it's possible that there's still some infection in his body even after the surgery which his shadow cannot heal. In short, I believe it's a good chance for Hector to whine and being grumpy due to really high fever, feeling sick (coughing and shortness of breathing are two other possible complications as I read on google) while Isiah and Arnie are taking care of him..

As I was the one who insists for Isiah&Hector parts I thought I should help 🤭 but I trust and love your imagination, so I'm sure you'll write another great part for them when you have time and energy!

Thank uu!! Take care&Lots of love 💕🤍

-🌸

Thank you for all the ideas & even research! That's so sweet. Hope this lives up to it :3

Appendix part 3

"Can I have some water?"

"Yes," came the immediate reply from Isaiah. Hector was currently draped over his lap, feverish forehead against his brother's stomach.

"But real water. Not that sweet shit you've been feeding me."

Isaiah laughed softly, his stomach muscles vibrating under Hector's ear. "It's a rehydration solution. You can't take more than a few tiny sips to keep it down and this actually helps. The water does not do enough."

Isaiah's voice was still a picture of calm, but Hector thought he was staring to pick up on the difference between real calmness and fake, carefully controlled big brother voice. He talked with authority, the intent to reassure dripping from each syllable.

Hector also noticed Isaiah talked more formally when he did this. The opposite of relaxing, truly.

Isaiah's hand landed on his shoulder. He rubbed little circles on his arm, waiting for Hector to tense up to start lifting him. He always waited for Hector to make the first move, the decision to get up, even if it was just a little twitch to his hands. As if he was scared not to do something Hector wasn't ready for.

It was kind of nice. It made Hector feel like he was in control of what could be controlled. Otherwise he was content to leave the rest to Isaiah. There was something very relieving about it.

It allowed Hector to whine and complain about everything, even though he could hardly come up with anything better himself.

His insides were boiling. Weren't you supposed to be cold with a fever? His clothes were sticking to his skin with sweat.

The cut on his lower right side was radiating pain. There was no comfortable position to be in, it just hurt. He shifted around sometimes just to try it, but every movement just send more spikes of the searing heat up.

Hector took shallow short breaths, as little as he could just to not move his stomach too much. It even still felt bloated, although he couldn't eat for the last two days.

Hector groaned when Isaiah helped him sit up, leaning back against his brother's chest. Isaiah held the glas with a straw to his lips. Hector drank greedily, his throat dry and hot.

Although the liquid was nicely soothing and cold, the sweetness almost made him gag. He held it in, swallowing heavily before almost choking on the next sip.

He coughed, doubling forward. His eyes went black with the pain that clawed at his stomach with the movement.

Isaiah quickly put the glass away, tucking Hector back against himself as his chest heaved with the painful coughs. He murmured something that Hector couldn't understand, carding his cold fingers through Hector's hair.

Hector whined quietly, glad for the contact. At this point it was a shock to him that he wasn't steaming from the way his insides cooked in his skin.

"You are okay, you are okay. Just breathe."

Hector managed a pained scoff. "It fucking hurts. Keep your stupid advice."

On some level he understood he was being mean and whiny and that he probably shouldn't be relying on Isaiah's endless well of patience. But he also couldn't really formulate why it was bad, his brain breaking his sentences in two before they were finished. He was going to figure it out later.

"Just four more hours to go," Isaiah said, but his hand froze in Hector's hair. He turned back towards the door as if hearing a noise Hector wasn't catching.

It was just great, that without his shadow he was basically deaf. Like a damn human.

"Could you hold on for a minute? I need to check something," Isaiah said, looking down at Hector.

"Yeah, yeah. Get out. I need a break from you anyway," Hector said acidly.

Isaiah sighed quietly. He gently maneuvered himself from under Hector without jostling him, easing him down on the pillows.

Hector slumped back against them, stretching his hands. There was a warm spot left after Isaiah.

He rolled a bit away from it, looking for coldness in the sheets. It was soothing for just a bit, the cool part of the pillow and the untouched cover...

Hector opened his eyes. Even his skin hurt. Looking up the ceiling felt nauseating and he felt like he was choking a bit more with every breath. They came hard and short. Hector was too fearful of the pain that would explode if he let himself take a deeper one.

He hated the way his stomach rose and fell so obviously. The round puffiness around it, the way his loose shirt brushed against the gauze on the wound.

He hated everything.

The wounded wolf reached for his shadow on instinct, trying to coax it up ahead of time. He could feel it stirring under his call, like a quiet warm presence at the end of his mind.

That was progress from the numbness from before. But it wasn't enough. It made Hector's chest hitch with a quiet sob at the helplessness.

He balled his hands into the sheets, digging his fingers into the fabric. Trying to find something grounding.

At least Isaiah's calmness, the warmth of his concern at Hector's back, the soothing trust this was just temporary small discomfort and he would be okay...Even just the pathetic way he would pet Hector's hair or rub those little circles onto his shoulder...something soft and pleasant to focus on in the sea of pain made a huge difference.

The weight of not having it suddenly hit him like a brick in the head.

Did he say something again that pissed Isaiah off? This was still such a new territory. It didn't feel natural to be so...so careful around Isaiah. Hector had never done it and he wasn't sure he knew how.

But Isaiah required more sensitive treatment now...why was it again?

Hector felt a wave of guilt and sadness wash over him, but just as it hit he couldn't remember why he felt that way.

There was just a new load of horrible-ness on top of the pain and heat and general ickiness.

"Is-" Was he really going to beg him to come? For real? Wasn't that even more pathetic?

He grid his teeth together, not sure why he felt like crying. He wanted...he didn't know what. To go home? To go away? How would that help?

Everything was so confusing. Why was he in this state again? And more importantly, why was he alone?

"Zaya?" Maybe he would know. Isaiah always knew everything. Especially about what to do next. "Arnie?" Or maybe Arnie. Arnie knew more about emotions than Hector ever could. His younger brother understood what hurt people and what pleased them with a skill of a chessmaster. Hector should ask him...what did he want to ask? It felt important. How could he forget?

He sobbed quietly, chest constricting with panic. The panic made the nausea worse, slimy heaviness pooling in his stomach.

Hector tried lifting himself up on unsteady arms, his mouth dry, but he could feel the goosebumps of nausea climbing up his arms and neck. His teeth throbbed. Oh god, he didn't want to throw up again, it always hurt...

No such luck though, his chest heaved. His stomach rolled, sqeezing and contracting back into itself as he gagged. He manged to drag himself over the rim of the bed, before his arms buckled underneath his own weight.

He dry heaved painfully over the edge, the pain in his wound burning like he was on fire.

That's when the door burst open. Isaiah gave him a shocked look, before his features smoothed out and he climbed up into the bed behind Hector.

One cold hand went to Hector's shoulder to prop him up, the other to his forehead. Isaiah helped him to lean over the edge. A splash of the sweetened water made its way up.

Hector whimpered from the pain, the gag turning into a ruthless cough right after.

"Shhhhh. I'm here, I'm here. You are okay. All good now. Deep breath."

I can't fucking breathe, he wanted to protest, but all that left his lips was a whine and a strangled burp, punctuated by more coughing. His chest hurt, another little note in the cacophony of pain.

Isaiah turned Hector over gently to prop him up against his chest again. It made breathing a little easier. As if he had heard him after all.

Hector closed his eyes. They were burning with the tiny drops of liquid that managed to force their way out.

Isaiah wrapped an arm around his forehead, petting his cheek and then his hair, pushing the sweaty blond curls behind his ear.

"Shhhh. Sorry, bud. I just called the hospital to check over the symptoms. They say the nausea is normal, but we should check you in if the fever doesn't go down soon."

"I'm not going back there," Hector moaned. "Look what they did."

"They helped you. If they didn't operate, your appendix would have burst and killed you. It's not that much harder to kill a wolf than a human," Isaiah said sternly, not leaving room for an argument. "Now try to relax. Your breaths are too shallow, that's why you keep coughing. You need to breathe properly."

"I want to lie down," Hector whined. Even slumped against Isaiah like a toddler and his head spinning, he wanted to lie lower.

"Can't do. Breathe for a bit. Your lungs need more space to stretch out. Sitting up will make it easier."

Isaiah still petted his hair and Hector didn't have enough strength to his pride to dislike it. He leaned more into the touch.

The panicked emptiness from before dissolved at Isaiah's touch and explanation. His chest undone from the knot, he dared to take a bit longer breaths, head clearing out as oxygen refilled his lungs.

"I got a new towel." Arnie stuck his head into the room, whispering like Hector was sleeping. "You think-"

"Yeah," Isaiah said, voice vibrating under Hector. "The fever isn't any better. Not climbing up though."

Hector forced his eyes open so he could brace himself for the cold touch of the water-soaked cotton.

Isaiah unwrapped his arm from Hector's forehead so Arnie could circle the towel around his head instead.

Hector sighed contendly at the coolness. He was starting to see a way out of this by focusing on everything nice that he could feel. Like little beacons of light in the suffocating fog of pain.

Fog was way better than a fire, after all.

He focused his bleary eyes at his youngest brother. The kid had dark circles under his eyes and there was a telling redness to them. With the wet eyeslashes and the shaky way he moved, Hector knew he must have been crying.

Was that why Hector saw so little of him?

The night felt like a week to him and Arnie was absent for most of its days.

"Hey, pipsqueak," Hector said in a rough voice, opening his palm.

Arnie knelt down on the floor, throwing the previous not cold towel at the splash of sick next to him.

He took Hector's hand in both of his, a tiny quiet sob escaping him at the contact.

"It's alright," Hector said. His voice sounded like he gurgled nails before. "Don't cry."

Arnie's breath hitched, but he tried to smile. He pressed his cheek to his own shoulder for a second to wipe it dry. "'m not."

"Did someth'ng happen?" Hector asked, suddenly confused at the possible reason for Arnie's distressed. He thought he understood just a second ago.

Arnie blinked at him, his eyes going to Isaiah in concern. He squeezed Hector's hand. "It's nothing."

"Uhmmm....Liar."

Arnie's giggle was watery. He climbed into the bed beside Hector, curling up against his middle brother's side, the only one of the three that was lying instead of sitting.

Hector made great effort to lift his hand and put it onto the top of Arnie's soft blond head.

Isaiah made a pleased, almost approving noise at the back of his throat, relaxing under Hector's weight.

The oldest wolf adjusted the towel around his forehead, then wrapped his hands snuggly and gently around Hector's waist. Avoiding the injury, but also holding him a bit straighter. Tighter.

"Just three more hours."

Hector nodded, leaning his head back, tucking it under Isaiah's chin.

Cocooned like this by his brothers, he felt like there wasn't that much that could happen anymore.

#sickfic #emeto #fever #hurt/comfort #bromance #werewolf wip #Hector #and here is the long awaited part 3 #loved the idea with the coughing and shortness of breath #never seen that in apendix fics but it happens I hear?#cause you don't want to breathe too deep with the pain?#such a cool fact #thank you!!#🌸anon

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sanjifucker42069 · 8 months

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Looks Like Lingerie to Me - Sanji x Reader

Word count: 854

We gender-neutral and short af today boys. This is crack treated semi-seriously lmao, and an actual drabble. I love idiot!readers, there isn't enough rep for us dumbasses. This is written with OPLA!Sanji in mind bc I dig the super effective suave vibe

Suggestive, there's swearing, the word cock is used once. Brief description. (Ha! Brief!)

Let's be real...Sanji might wears shirt stays....and that's hot as fuck

It was midday when you found yourself outside the men's quarters. You had been lounging around on the upper deck when Usopp had asked you to grab a wrench he'd left in his room. Fair enough, you weren't doing anything, wouldn't hurt to help. And so you padded off, making your way to the bedroom. It was the middle of the day, no one should be in there. You'd passed Zoro napping against some bags, you could still hear Luffy. Sanji definitely had to be in his domain of the kitchen. Still, you offered a quick courteous knock as you flung open the door to the men's quarters, wandering into the space with no preamble.

"Sorry boys, I gotta grab Usopp's- Holy shit!"

Sanji's head shot up to stare at you, cheeks lightly pink. He was stooped over, pants pooling at his knees. Sure, his thick thighs were enticing, and his position stuck that gorgeous ass out at a delicious angle, but your eyes were fixated on the crossing fabric that adorned his upper legs. Was that…a garter belt? You felt lightheaded at the view before you. He looked delectable. The cook quirked an eyebrow at your staring.

"See something you like, love?" He drawled, sending you a cocky grin. Sanji felt his ego swell when you tripped over your words. Had you actually paid attention, you'd notice how his usual clothes were covered in flour, but you weren't exactly the most perceptive.

"I…thighs." You spoke dumbly, causing you to mentally smack yourself. "I mean, sorry. I didn't think anyone would be in here at this time."

With great hardship, you tore your eyes away from the garment. It looked like a garter belt, had to be! You always knew Sanji liked fashion, and that he could be a pervert, but you didn't expect him to be unembarrassed at being caught wearing lingerie. As if they were possessed, your eyes trailed their way back to his thighs. The elastic was biting into his thigh meat, bulk deliciously spilling over the edges. Saliva flooded your mouth. What you wouldn't give to touch them. To bite them. Fuck what if you-

Wait.

Sanji had said something.

"Wha?"

Nice going idiot.

Sanji had abandoned his grip on the trousers, gracefully dropping them and stepping out of the puddle of fabric. Your breath hitched as he turned to you.

Abort mission!

Fuck you didn't even look at his underwear. Shit, fuck, that…that was clearly the outline of his cock, a pair of grey boxer briefs doing a horrible job at hiding his silhouette. You were thankful that the length of his dress shirt covered the majority, or you'd be due a visit to chopper from fainting.

"I said can I help you, love?"

An awkward cackle escaped your throat and you blushed. Oh, he could help you alright. Instead, you opened your dumb mouth again.

"Is that…why are you wearing a garter belt?"

Sanji froze. An uncomfortable silence filled the room.

Oh shit! Oh fuck!

You opened your mouth to apologise when that bell-like laugh permeated the awkwardness.

"What?" He laughed incredulously. "They are shirt stays."

Sanji felt his heart squeeze when you cocked your head confused. You really had no idea how cute you were, did you? Trying to be polite and stop laughing, he coughed into his fist.

"They keep my shirt tucked in sweet thing. Can't be looking unprofessional around you cuties." Sanji winked, smirking with satisfaction as your face grew redder. He expected an 'oh' or a 'sorry'. He certainly didn't expect a;

"I'd call having no pants but lingerie on unprofessional."

"You were the one who bust in here!" He argued. "And it's not lingerie!"

"Ah…sorry about that. I meant to grab a wrench Usopp left in here. I…uh…I should go."

"Mmhmm."

You wandered stiffly to where Usopp slept, finding the tool with ease, and trying desperately to not look at the cook. Sanji watched you, amusement clear on his face at your robotic movements. Wasting no time, you rushed back to the door.

"Oh, uh, Sanji?" The man hummed in response. "I, uh, I'm sorry for thinking you were wearing lingerie. Not! Not that there's anything wrong if you were, you'd look hot in it. I mean! I….uh…no, you'd definitely look hot in it. What was I saying?"

Silence. Sanji was staring at you with wide eyes, face now red from your comments. You clicked your fingers.

"Right, right! You should probably put some clothes on. Don't want you catching a cold ha ha." You forced out a robotic laugh. "Sorry again."

You slammed the door shut, leaving a confused and slightly aroused man in your wake. Sanji sighed, making his way back to his sleeping area to change into clean clothes. The door creaked back open. Sanji groaned quietly. Who now?

"You have to admit, they are kinda slutty though, right? Sorry! Bye again!"

You were gone before Sanji could even process your words properly. He groaned audibly this time, raking his hands down his face. He needed a fucking smoke. You were going to be the death of him.

#sanji x reader #one piece x reader #black leg sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #opla x reader #i scheduled this post baby it is 5am and i am fucking asLEEEEEP when this posts #okay so my formatting is doo doo ass bc i cant read very well? i have shitty vision lol so i prefer clear paragraphs #i also write everything on my phone like a monkey.

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moonstruckme · 2 months

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hiii I'm just here resubmitting my request<3 so maybe r was in a fire (a small or large one, u decide), james was called and when he finds out it was her he gets sooo worried and she goes to the hospital or something? thank u!!

Thanks for requesting my love!

cw: fire, paramedics/ambulance, symptoms of smoke inhalation

firefighter!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

James starts to stand you up when the ambulance turns onto your block.

“Jamie, don’t bother them.” You feel a cough building in your chest, but you repress it. “I’m f—fine.” It escapes on the last syllable, and you can barely look at your boyfriend as he raises his eyebrows at you, incredulous.

“Humor me,” he says simply.

You let him pull you up this time, and he presses a kiss into your hair even though you smell like pollution. James has stripped out of his bulky jacket, but the heavy pants still hang from suspenders wrapped around his black t-shirt. The fabric swishes against your leg as you make your way over to the ambulance.

“We need oxygen,” he says without prelude, though not unkindly, nodding at the paramedic that gets out first in greeting.

As if to punctuate this, your throat pinches warningly, and you let out a couple of meager coughs. James’ arm contracts around your waist.

The paramedic seems to trust his authority, nodding for her partner to get something ready in the back while she walks over to you.

“Look here please,” she says.

You obey, flinching slightly when she points a pen light in your eyes. James’ hand migrates up to your shoulder, rubbing lightly.

“Any dizziness?”

“No,” you say, coughing a bit.

She clicks her light off. “Nausea or vomiting?”

“No.”

“Headache?”

“No.”

James cuts a look your way. “Sweetheart,” he says softly.

“I did have a headache,” you amend, “but it went away.”

“Chest pain?”

“A little,” you admit.

“Shortness of breath?”

“I don’t…” You look to James, then feel stupid. It’s not like he knows. “I don’t think so?”

“Coughing?”

“Yes,” James says emphatically.

The paramedic gives him a funny look, then asks you, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirm. A little cough works its way out of your lungs as if to prove it.

James looks a bit chastised. He rubs your back, touch both firm and comforting.

She gives you both a smile. “Come sit back here, please.”

You follow her into the back of the ambulance, perching awkwardly on the gurney in the middle.

“It seems like you have relatively mild symptoms of smoke inhalation,” she tells you. Her partner passes her a mask, and she holds it over your face for a few seconds before letting you do it yourself. Her fingers press to your wrist. “Your eyes are irritated, but it’s a good sign that your headache went away already. There’s probably not much more we can do other than give you oxygen. Your other symptoms should ease on their own.”

You nod your understanding, relieved even if you’d been the one saying you didn’t need any help. With James, it’s typically best if only one of you shows your worry at a time. And he’s plenty worried enough for both of you right now.

You glance over at him, standing outside with his arms crossed. It’s doing crazy things to his biceps, and you think that usually he’d grin if he caught you checking him out like this but now he looks like he might start tapping his foot impatiently. You feel guilty for getting him in such a tizzy.

The paramedic finishes with your pulse and follows your gaze. “That your boyfriend?” she asks.

Your breath fogs the mask. “Mhm.”

“He seems fairly rattled,” she notes. “I supposed it’s probably not typical to get called to a fire at your girlfriend’s place, though.”

“Yeah,” you sigh.

You’d already been sitting out on the lawn when James’ crew had arrived, the fire already put out and your front door left open. Smoke rolled out of it in one thick, relentless wave. You still have no idea how a fire that couldn’t have been burning more than fifteen minutes had created so much. You suppose James could tell you if you asked him later.

The others had run inside, but James had gone straight to you. His chief wanted to confirm with you that there was no one else in the home (there wasn’t) and that you’d gotten out quickly (you didn’t have a great answer for that one). Like pulling teeth, it came out that you’d fallen asleep with dinner in the oven, and it was only by coincidence that someone had called your phone and the ringing woke you up. You’d turned off the oven and dumped cupfuls of water on your flaming dinner until it went out, but the smoke had spread throughout your home and your neighbor had already called emergency services.

This led to you having to admit you hadn’t replaced the batteries in your smoke detector, which had led to a fervent lecture from your boyfriend that you doubt you’ve heard the end of. It was only the arrival of the ambulance that had distracted him.

The paramedic sitting next to you jerks her chin toward James. That’s all it takes to get his attention, since he’s watching you like you’re going to float away if he doesn’t keep a close eye on things.

“You can come up here,” she tells him.

James clambers up quickly, giving her a terse smile at half his usual wattage as she moves to let him take her place next to you.

“Hey, angel.” He takes the mask from you, holding it to your face himself. His other hand slides down the inside of your forearm and interlocks its fingers with yours. “Is she okay?” he asks the paramedic you’d spoken to.

“Her symptoms are minor,” she assures him. “I wanna keep her on oxygen for ten minutes or so before checking her levels, but she’ll be fine.”

James nods in thanks, but his sigh ghosts over the shell of your ear when he leans his brow against the side of your head. The paramedics conveniently find other things to do, and you’re grateful for it.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him quietly.

“I think you should stay at my place tonight,” he says, matching your tone, “if that’s alright with you.”

“Yeah,” you laugh a little. It provokes your lungs, and a cough follows.

James winces. Kisses your cheek softly.

“Yeah,” you try again. “That sounds good, thank you.”

“The next time you set foot in your place, I’m going with you and installing new smoke detectors.”

Now you wince. “Fair enough.”

“And I don’t think you should ever cook or nap again.”

“That seems a bit far.”

“I dunno, I think I’m being reasonable.” He kisses your cheek again, lingering this time. “I’d prefer to wrap you in some sort of fireproofed bubble wrap, but I think this is a compromise we can both live with, no?”

You smile, and you can’t tell if your chest hurts because of your smokey lungs or the raw quality to James’ teasing, but it helps when he smiles back.

“What if,” you say, “you cook, and I nap. Would that satisfy you?”

He mulls this over for a second. “For now,” he decides. “I think I’d still like to work on fire-proofing some bubble wrap in the meantime, though.”

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kawataslvr · 2 months

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cough- totally not here to request more Mikey smut…definitely not..

Mikey x male reader smut where Mikey got in a fight with Draken abt his doriyaki addiction and came pouting to reader abt “Ken-chin being meaaaan” and when reader starts taking Drakens side, Mikey immediately starts teasing reader abt liking Draken more than him and shows reader how much he “doesnt need Draken”

wink wink

or yknow, if ur not ok with le smut, u can do fluff with that idea lmao, thanksss for anythinggg

Summary : Smut ,, its late is at night, its like my usual smut content. (I was tired while writing excuse the lack of warnings)

A/N : Please, i live and breath for anything Mikey, i really like your brain.

Typicxlcato ,, req !

“Mikey, I’m not arguing with you. You already ate enough doriyaki today.” Mikey whined at the taller males words, while you stood off to the side checking something else out.

distracted from the conversation, until the short blond brought in. “Y/N… Ken-chin’s being meannn..” Mikey hung loosely off your arm, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to this behavior.

You gave a small giggle to the short blond as he clung to your smaller figure and smiled softly “Whats he doing now?”

“He won’t let me have any more Doriyaki.” you looked at the pouty Mikey, how he over exaggerated over his favorite treat.

“Mikey, he’s right.. you’ve had enough.” Draken gave Mikey a shit eating grin “See! even Y/N agrees.” Mikey looked shocked and betrayed, even if he was just exaggerating his expressions.

the feeling of jealousy in his chest remained.

While he drove you back home on his bike he kept bringing up Draken and teasing you “Y/N you like Ken-chin more.. other wise you would’ve taken my side.” is what he kept rambling on about and constantly teasing you.

You, not being one for bright decisions decided to play around and say “oh, I do like Draken better.”

Oh, you regretted those words.

Mikey teasing the entrance of your hole with his cock, “Y/N, I’m the only one you need right?” he said in a condescending tone kissing around your neck and leaving harsh hickeys.

“m..m’nghh.. yes Mikey..” your neck going sensitive from all the hickeys he had left from before and is now currently littering around your chest and neck.

“Aww, i thought you liked Draken better though?” he shoved the tip of his cock in and started to press his lips against you, not even letting you respond back.

You let out a whiny moan, while he kissed you he made sure he got to hear more of your sweet sounds. Fondling with your body and especially your ass.

He loved it, perfect and round. For him ~ !

Not for Draken.

“Draken will never give you this, right Y/N?” you nodded your head and he smiled, finally shoving his entire length and moaning at the feeling of your warmth.

You let out a porn worthy moan, you poor thing, he didn’t even give you a warning beforehand.

“A-AH~!” oh god, If Mikey could choose on sound to listen to all day, It’d be your moans. So sweet like candy.

Starting a harsh pace and thrusting in and out of your poor little hole abusing it. His breathy grunts and your loud moans filled the room.

The neighbors would hate you, but that wasn’t the main concern right now.

Mikey grabbed onto your cute nipples and rolled them around , with his cock going in and out of you while he also touched your nipples and occasionally groped around his body..

You couldn’t find a way with your words anymore, all you became was a moaning mess for the blonde.

Under minutes Mikey made you come, yelling his name as you did so.

Making you regret siding with Draken.

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imaginidol · 11 months

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San: Making Choices

!!mentions of nsfw!!18+!! (soft smut) as requested here! however, this is my first smut so uhm I have no idea if I did this right, much less make it SOFT the way it’s intended to be bc I wasn’t aware there were ranges so uh COUGH 😭 LMK what you think, anonnie!! And pls feel free to request more!!

“You’re too fucking good,” San’s hot breath burns against your neck. “You’re just so fucking good.”

You sat at the edge of his bed, after what was supposed to be a movie night with your boyfriend. Of course, the plans had changed almost immediately after the movie showed a sex scene, and soon enough San couldn’t keep his eyes off you any longer after that.

You weren’t too good at keeping your eyes off him, either, and what soon began as short teases from your end eventually lead to some kisses turned to making out, and now San had carried you back into his bedroom to dare you to finish what you’d started.

You let out a soft moan at the feel of his teeth nibbling against your neck, his hands groping at your hips and pulling you closer to him.

“San,” you groan as a warm feeling overtakes your abdomen. His clothed crotch rubs against your panties, and you so desperately wanted to take everything off.

“C’mon,” he coos into your ear, leaving a soft trail of kisses down your neck. “Let me put my baby inside you.”

San had been asking for you to give him a child for a few months now, and though you still weren’t too keen on the idea, he could make it incredibly hard to resist.

The only thing that was really stopping you was his career.

“San, but… what about your career,” you whisper, wrapping your hands around his neck and rubbing his upper back.

His hooded eyes make their way to yours.

“And what about it?”

“Uhm,” you stutter, “wouldn’t you get backlash—”

“We’ve talked about this before, love. They don’t have to know that I’m happy if it’s gonna bother them,” he whispers, referring to the potential backlash of malicious news sources and rabid fans-turned-anti’s if they got upset by it, “so I won’t tell anyone. Not yet, anyway.”

He was so sure of his decision, and you could see how desperately he wanted it deep within his eyes.

“I’m so sure of making you a mom the moment you give me permission, though,” he whispers, his eyes searching yours. And you wanted to be the one to make San a dad more than anyone else in the world.

I could make you a dad whenever I want to, you devilishly thought to yourself.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, grabbing his hands and moving them down to your lower hips, making his fingers tug against your panties.

Okay, then, you think excitedly, desperately hoping he’d take the hint and undress you already.

He doesn’t hesitate to take notice, and immediately pushes down against your body, gently landing you on your back against the mattress behind you.

His hands glide down your legs as your panties come off, his hooded eyes growing darker at the sight of you in all your glory.

“Fuck, you’re wet already,” he whispers, slowly spreading your legs as far as you’d go.

“San,” you moaned, annoyed at the fact that he wasn’t doing anything yet.

The boy takes notice and quickly begins to unzip his pants, undressing himself from the waist-down, and briskly pulling his black tank shirt off.

He bends over and dives in between your legs, causing you to stir in desperation as you felt his tongue flicking lightly at your clit.

“San,” you groaned louder as you ran your fingers through his dark hair, pulling him deeper into you and proceeding to make a sloppy mess of yourself altogether.

He just felt so good eating you out like that.

“San, for fucks sake,” you breathed heavily. The boy rose and wrapped your thighs around his waist, softly pushing his hardened member into you as quiet moans began escaping your lips. Your moans steadily matched the swaying of his thrusts against you, each growing louder than the last. Soon enough, he was unapologetically letting out soft moans of his own.

“You’re… you feel so good, San,” you breathe, wanting him to go faster but also loving the steady pace at which he was at.

“Fuck, fuck,” he moaned a few times into your ear, not being able to hold them in.

He thrusted deeper into you, causing a stir in the pit of your abdomen as each thrust gave you greater pleasure than the last.

“San,” you moan loudly as the boy on top of you started to slow down.

“Hey,” he calls to you, firmly clasping a hand around your jaw and forcing you to turn in his direction. “When are you gonna let me make you my baby mama?”

Your eyes lock with his, his thrusting slowing down to a deep, steady pace as you struggled to form any viable responses in your head.

“You gonna answer me, or you want me to stop?”

The last thing you wanted was for him to stop.

“Fuck, San,” you want to look away, but his hand is firm against your jaw until you give him a proper answer. “Yes, do what you want to me, my body is yours!”

He smiles, leaning back and replacing both hands back against your hips as he began to thrust harder and faster into you, concentrating on fulfilling his only wish now that the visible pleasure was forming more and more across your face.

if you’re comfortable with smut I’ve got a hongjoong ver. here! and a yunho ver. here! and a wooyoung ver. here! jongho ver. here and a mingi ver. here!

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Names and Practice - Ollie Bearman

Words: 1,142 Prompt: Soulmate AU (also short!reader) Note(s): Italics means they are talking to each other in their heads. Ollie is listed on his website as being 1.87 meters (6’1 in feet) so reader in this is about 1.52 meters (5’ feet) to give the height difference

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Ollie has to stifle a laugh feeling the niggling of his soulmate waking up, his eyes dart towards the clock, half past ten, and sure enough a resounding fuck sounds off his head and he has to cough to disguise a laugh.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Ollie scoffs in his head. “You needed sleep. Your exams are finally over, classes done, you’ve got your degree, no more crashing at three and waking at six.”

“Bear.” She whines.

“Care.” He whines back, nodding at Rene in agreement about the line for turn eight. He hears her huff but then it goes quiet and he refocuses on the data over the track.

“You’re working this weekend, right?” He makes a humming noise both in his head and out loud as he stretches, leaving the garage, happy to be done with looking at data. “Yeah. What are you doing this weekend?”

“I’m going to Silverstone.” He freezes and hopes she doesn’t pick up the odd combination of dread and joy he feels. “Silverstone.”

“Mhmm. Jay had tickets but Noah surprised them with a trip.”

“Italy right?”

“Yep, so Jay gave me his tickets, told me to get out of the flat, so I’m getting out.” He smiles at the way she says it. “Good, you deserve it.”

“Are you going to everything?” He asks later, cozy in his hotel room he got for the weekend. Not wanting to travel to and from the track and his parent’s house. “Everything?” The question is absentminded and he can picture her focusing on dinner, with narrowed eyes and a pout on her face. It makes him ache, like it always does when he pictures her, but it’s not actually her he’s seeing. “Silverstone. Are you going to the practices and stuff? The things for F2 and F3?” He waits with bated breath for her answer. “I was planning on it.” Her voice is quiet. “I know you're really into it, so I figured I’d take advantage, see it in person when I can.”

“I’m gonna be there.” He blurts out. “What?” Her voice is shaky. “I’m gonna be there at Silverstone, tomorrow.” He tries to say that he’s a driver, but the bond blocks it, like it does for anything personal or revealing. It makes him want to bash his head against a wall. What was the point in blocking him telling her that when she would just find out tomorrow?

“Meet me tomorrow?” Her voice is a little desperate. “I mean, I just.” He cuts her off. “Of course, I’ll meet you.”

The next morning, as he sits in a café, his leg bounces as he looks at the door. She was going to be wearing red, for Ferrari she had teased, knowing that he loved the team, just not how much. She was average height and the next part had come out shyly, would have a tote with carebears on it.

He nearly groans when someone enters and it’s not her and he forces himself to take a deep breath, making his eyes wander around the interior of the café. He had been here twice before with Jak, when he didn’t have duties in Maranello but Jak was needed at Milton Keynes.

It was weird being around Milton Keynes but not with Jak. But he wasn’t about to meet her closer to the track or in Brackley. He shudders at the idea of being near Mercedes’ hub.

The sound of the door opening as his eyes immediately back to looking and the person standing there makes him lose his breath.

Because she was wearing red, Ferrari red, she had a carebear tote, she most certainly wasn’t average height, but she was fucking gorgeous and the thought, the image of her translates through the bond and he watches as her eyes widen before she looks over at where he’s sitting.

“Bear?” She asks, voice quiet, considerate of the other people inside the café. He slowly stands, a nervous grin stretching across his face. “Hi, Care.” Before he knows what's happening, she’s bounding over, wrapping her arms around him and burying her head in his chest. The movement stuns him but he quickly returns her embrace, pressing his face into her hair as his eyes close, taking in this, taking in her, taking in his soulmate.

“I want to stay here forever.” He flushes at her thought, but echoes it. Now that he had met her and was holding her, he never wanted to let her go. “Y’know.” He murmurs after a moment, trying to distract himself from kissing her, from kissing her for the first time in public, of all places. “You said you were average height.” “I am average height.” She frowns, pulling back slightly and tilting her head to look up at him. “You're just a giant.” He laughs, “you barely come up to my shoulders, love. I’m tall but I’m not that tall.” She pouts up at him and he swallows thickly, wanting to take that bottom lip in between his.

He’s jerked out of his thoughts by his phone ringing and he moves one of his hands from her to grab his phone, quickly answering it. “Ollie.” He says and watches as she mouths the name, turning red as he realizes that he still hasn’t told her his name. “Y’know that practice starts in an hour and half, right?” He flinches, pulling his phone back to look at the time, and curses. “I’m like thirty minutes away, I’ll be there.” Jak chuckles. “Uh huh. I’ve got you covered, just wanted to let you know since someone is going to try and make a stink of it.” A scowl crosses his face briefly but then he sees her looking at him concerned and he smiles. “I’ll be there.” He promises again, before hanging up.

“Everything okay?” “Yeah.” He nods. “It’s just, uh, free practice starts in the next hour and half and I kind of need to be there?” “You need to be there?” Confusion is clear on her face. “I uh, I’m a F2 driver for one of the teams.” “And you're here? Ollie!” He laughs and tightens his one-handed grip on her as she tries to push away from him. “It’s practice for a track I’ve driven before. I needed to meet my soulmate, it’s a bit important.” She stares at him in disbelief, shaking her head, before she takes a breath and smiles at him. “You are absolutely crazy.” His smile widens at that. “Now, let's get to your free practice, I’d like everyone you work with to like me. And my name is Y/N.” She finishes, feeling him start to ask inside their heads and out loud. He mouths her name as well, liking the feel of it, before he nods. “Alright, let's get to free practice.”

@crashingwavesofeuphoria @gemofthenight @peachiicherries @lpab @hiireadstuff @iloveyou3000morgan @boiohboii @bibliosaurous @skepvids @elliegrey2803

#ollie bearman x reader #ollie bearman imagine #f2 imagine #f2 x reader #formula 2 x reader #formula 2 imagine

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formulapai · 6 months

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Could you do one where Lando has food poisoning or is sick in general and reader fusses and takes care of him that weekend?

Thank you!🩵

of course dearest, thanks! 🧡 really short, I’m so sorry, I’ll probably do one way longer in a few !!

BLANKETS AND TEA

a Lando Norris fluff scenario

scenario: see request :)

warning: Lando being whiny

pai’s words: it’s my birthday in 4 DAYS !!!!! and I’m truly excited even tho I’m STILL sick so this is a little piece of self comfort 🧡

“-Drink it.

-It smells disgusting, I am not putting this near my mouth.

-It’s medicine !

-Well I am not sick.”

They huff and cross their arms in front of them, fixing their boyfriend with a disappointed stare to which he responds by imitating them. He is sick, whether he wants to admit it or not. He’s been waking them up with his coughs all night long and his voice is now replaced by a low rasp, his body temperature much higher than what’s normal. It’s his fault really, they’ve told him that hanging out in the near-beginning of December in only a shortsleeved shirt was a bad idea and he laughed at the idea of getting a cold, turns out they were right, obviously.

“-Lando please just drink it, your voice is getting worse by the minute.

-You don’t find the raspy voice sexy ?”

The Brit winks exaggeratedly at his lover and breaks out in a poor imitation of his giggles, sending him in yet another coughing fit. He points to the medicine bottle in his partner’s hand in the middle of it, finally giving his pride up and admitting that he is, indeed, a little under the weather. He makes a show of gagging at the smell and insisting (more like whining) that they spoon feed him the syrup, almost to the point of begging them for the airplane thing you usually do with children.

It’s a weekend off and he’s glad for it as it gives him the opportunity to cuddle all day in front of the television. Or well, that would be the case if only he wasn’t fidgety 24/7 and absolutely bored out of his mind.

“-Baby, go back to the couch please, you need to rest!

-No.”

He grumpily makes his way to his partner and hooks his chin on their shoulder, hugging them from behind as they’re lovingly cooking something for him, making sure he gets all the vitamins needed. It’s been like this for hours now, him making round trips between the living room, the bathroom and the kitchen while they’re locked up in there, making every remedies known to mankind in hope it’s going to be miraculously healing him in a few hours. He chuckles as they grumble something under their breath, something about how stubborn he is and how he should be grateful to have them. He is, really. For this and for everything else, he’s grateful the universe allowed him to meet you and even more grateful it allows you two to be together. He nuzzles his face deeper in the crook of their neck, whining about how he’s bored and only wants to love on them.

He stays like this for the rest of the day, having bribed them with his best puppy eyes so he could stay with them in the kitchen, watching as they make him a lemon tea with honey and love. Tea, he’s not fussy about drinking. He enjoys feeling it glide down his throat and coat his soreness with warmth, enjoys the sweet taste it leaves despite the bitterness of the lemon.

And when it’s time for them to go to bed (with a lot of coaxing for Lando), he’s glad to have the warmth of another body next to his, the calming hands stroking his back when he gets caught in a coughing fit, the soothing murmurs lulling him back to sleep, finally getting the rest he needs. He’s grateful towards the universe, tonight more than ever.

#f1 x reader #f1 fluff #f1 imagine #lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine

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spiceofvy · 5 months

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heey i love everything you write and ive been trying to come up with the courage to request this scenario:

scenario/reaction to their s/o fem9th member!reader playing the pepero game with other member or maybe be challenged to play w/ a guy from another group?

i just love the idea of them being jealous on camera and not being able to act cool at all

SKZ - Jealous SKZ on a show

a/n: thank you so much for reqeuesting!!! please don't be nervous about sending me asks, i swear i'm nice :,) i was also really wanting to write some 9th member!reader for some time, so i was really excited to write this!

cws: fem!9th member!reader, reader is the maknae, fluff, some jaelousy, non toxic jealousy, reader having to do the pepero challenge with a stranger, mentions of sexism (Jeongin)

Chan: So we all know that livestream where he was super mad at staff right? That is him at this moment. He is so angry. He is such a protective leader and this is the straw that breaks the camel's back. It started when your stylist put you into a way to short dress. Which hem you've been pulling down the whole time. And this game is the end of his patience. He won't intervene during the show, but afterwards he will do everything he can to make sure that all of SKZ never has to do something like this again. He feels terrible that it even got so far, and apologizes profusely to you later.

Minho: No. This is not happening. He won't let this happen. After the MC read out the challenge he just starts laughing obnoxiously loud and fake. Making everyone around him give him weird looks. "No but what is the task?" He asks and when the MC repeats it he interrupts them and asks that question again. He does that until everyone is uncomfortable enough to just skip the challenge. He will get a huge lecture from the manager later but he doesn't care. Climbs into your bed at night holding you tightly.

Changbin: He gets so whiny. Making a huge scene. "No! Not our poor innocent y/n!" He is super dramatic and hugs you tightly. He turns all the attention from you and your challenge to himself until everyone forgot about it. Afterward, he gets cuddly, clinging to you the whole time, grumbling about the MC and the stupid game. Wants some praise for protecting his baby so well, and keeping her away from weird dudes.

Hyunjin: Side eye. He is judging the MC. He is judging the member of the other group. He is judging the crew. He is judging his manager who let you do this. He coughs loudly when you play the game, making the other guy flinch, breaking the cookie early, preventing him from getting too close to you. Afterward, he is cuddly, touching you through the rest of the show. Scaring anyone off from making you do anything weird for the rest of the show.

Jisung: He also gets whiny. And pouty. And loud. "We can't have our Maknae's Innocence be tainted! Someone protect heeeeeeeer!" He makes such a big scene, including: fake crying, clinging to you, and holding you back from getting to your seat. Does this until the only thing that goes viral is him being a baby instead of you almost kissing some random dude. Will cuddle you afterwards. No matter if in public or not. Maybe if he is really anxious that day this could also lead to him getting a bit insecure. Please hold him that night, he needs it.

Felix: He is not a jealous person. He's fine with you hugging Seungmin, or even falling asleep cuddling Jisung. He loves how close the group is with each other, you are a big family. But he despises how this guy is suddenly getting close to you. Especially with all those cameras on you filming your interaction. Offers to do the challenge instead of you. Everyone thinks he is joking but he is so not. The video low key goes viral, so many edits afterward. But he takes all the scandalous articles, if that is what it means for you to be comfortable.

Seungmin: He is such a bitch. Not to you but the other guy. When you pull away he loudly declares "He must have really bad breath when y/n pulls away this early". He makes everyone on set laugh about that guy. Behind the scenes, he gives him dirty looks. He is more jealous than he would like to let on. He is also very clingy afterward. Unusually clingy actually. This will start some sort of scandal but he doesn't care, for him this was all worth it.

Jeongin: Won't react openly. Just smiles along and buries his fingers in his clothes. Trying to hide his anger. Stares at the game making sure that the other guy won't get too close to you. Won't be very reactive during the rest of the show, just a little bit more touchy with you. He will be so mad after it though, making a huge deal of the fact that "they only made her do it because she is the only girl. That's so sexist." Which is very right actually. He is super protective from now on, letting no stranger get too close to you. Huge cuddle session later in bed, holding you super tight, still bothered about the situation.

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ja3honey · 8 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓 : 𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 - 𝐉.𝐖𝐘 ♡

Dimly Lit Bathroom

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Wooyoung couldn't keep his hands off you on a regular basis. But when he sees you in such a sexy outfit, he has no choice but to drag you to the nearest bathroom.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 801

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Idol Au. Suggestive.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Idol!Wooyoung x F.Reader

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Fingering. Marking. Pet names. Dirty bar bathroom sex (eeww hehe). Clit play. Making out.

Thank you, @whatudowhennooneseesyou , for requesting Wooyoung and the plot for this day ♡♡♡

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You never thought Wooyoung would be up for something as risky as this. Cause let's face it, even though he loved attention, you never expected him to be rushing you towards the women's bathroom in the back of a loud crowded bar away from your group of friends that would surely be looking for you both at any moment now. His grip on your wrist was tight, while his eyes scanned for a spot perfect for what he wanted to do. When he saw you show up in your outfit tonight, he couldn't keep his eyes anywhere but on your body and the way you swung your hips to the beat or laughed at one of his friend's jokes, he knew in the bluntest way possible, needed to fuck the living shit out of you.

The bathrooms were covered in graffiti, and the smell of overly-scented perfumes and weed tickled your nose enough to make you cough lightly. And the mess was severely unhygienic. But none of that mattered at that moment. All that did was getting your lips on his. And that is exactly what happened. Teeth clashing, and tongues were dancing. Desperation was the only thing present, and Wooyoung was in the mood to feed it.

”You look so fucking hot in this fit baby, I can’t keep my hands to myself.” His breath tickled your flesh as his words danced down your jaw to your neck. He bit down harshly on your jugular, suckling a purple love mark on you. You just leaned against the countertop, taking his assault on your neck obediently. If someone were to walk through the main door and swing the corner they would be greeted straight away with a sight of the century. The Jung Wooyoung, fucking his pretty girlfriend. The idea sparked excitement, the crudeness, the rawness. Everything was so dirty. Something you’ve never done. And Now Wooyoung was the one tainting you into enjoying something as messy as this situation.

His right hand was kept tightly on your hips, but his left hand explored your body. Squeezing your breast lightly, tugging on your clothes, and slipping into the top of your pants. His fingertips glided along your panties, pulling on the fabric before letting it go so it would snap back against your skin. You hissed at the feeling. Bucking your hips, you non-verbally gave him approval to slip further into your undergarments, letting him cup your pussy. His long fingers slip along your folds, stroking until he finds your clit, pressing down harshly. “Like that doll face?”

You nodded like a ridiculous bobblehead, moaning as your hips didn’t falter against his hand. His free hand, which sat on your hip, slowly made its way to your neck, wrapping around it tight enough to cause your brain to short-circuit. Your whimpers were music to his ears, and no matter how loud the yelling and noise people call singing outside grew, all he could focus on was your pretty voice. His slim appendages slipped into your dripping cunt thrusting in and out at the pain-staking pace. He watched your face scrunch up with your brows knotting on the top of your cute head. Your eyes opened vaguely, staring at him with his favourite expression. Fucked out and begging.

“Please, Woo. F-faster pleaseee.” Your words made his ego grow, and the way you sounded was so hypnotic, how could he possibly say no? but he wanted you to work for it.

“Come on baby, you can be louder. Let everyone hear how good I’m making you feel..”It was only when you heard his growling voice that you remembered you were in a very public place and that anyone could see you in such a vulnerable position. But yet a tingle in your gut made you realize you didn’t care. All you cared about was being a good girl for Wooyoung and getting what you wanted. So you moaned, heck almost screamed his name as he got faster, maybe not as loud as the music but definitely loud enough that if anyone were to come to the door they would hear you.

And as you got closer to your release, Wooyoung held onto you tighter, clashing his lips on yours. You came all over his hand with a high-pitched moan feeling your brain fill with fuzz. It was euphoric and messy all at once. “You think the boys would be looking for you by now?” you choked out panting against your lover's neck.

Wooyoung had to chuckle catching his gaze in the mirror behind you. Kissing your cheek he noticed a pair of eyes in the mirror, hiding behind the corner. “Don’t worry, I have a feeling they know what we're doing.”

-♥︎

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1800jjbarnes · 8 months

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓: 𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ◇

Dimly Lit Bathroom

【Synopsis】 : Bucky couldn't keep his hands off you on a regular basis. But when he sees you in such a sexy outfit, he has no choice but to drag you to the nearest bathroom.

『W.C』 : 801

-> Genre: Modern Avenger Au. Suggestive.

Pairing: Avenger!WhiteWolf!Bucky x ShieldAgent!Reader

[Warnings] : Fingering. Marking. Pet names. Dirty bar bathroom sex. Clit play. Making out.

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You never thought Bucky would be up for something as risky as this. Cause let's face it, even though he loved attention, you never expected him to be rushing you towards the women's bathroom in the back of a loud crowded bar away from your group of friends that would surely be looking for you both at any moment now. His grip on your wrist was tight, while his eyes scanned for a spot perfect for what he wanted to do. When he saw you show up in your outfit tonight, he couldn't keep his eyes anywhere but on your body and the way you swung your hips to the beat or laughed at one of his friend's jokes, he knew in the bluntest way possible, needed to fuck the living shit out of you.

The bathrooms were covered in graffiti, and the smell of overly-scented perfumes and weed tickled your nose enough to make you cough lightly. And the mess was severely unhygienic. But none of that mattered at that moment. All that did was getting your lips on his. And that is exactly what happened. Teeth clashing and tongues were dancing. Desperation was the only thing present, and Bucky was in the mood to feed it.

”You look so fucking hot in this outfit baby, I can’t keep my hands to myself.” His breath tickled your flesh as his words danced down your jaw to your neck. He bit down harshly on your jugular, suckling a purple love mark on you. You just leaned against the countertop, taking his assault on your neck obediently. If someone were to walk through the main door and swing the corner they would be greeted straight away with a sight of the century. The white wolf, the infamous winter soldie, fucking his pretty girlfriend. The idea sparked excitement, the crudeness, the rawness. Everything was so dirty. Something you’ve never done. And Now Bucky was the one tainting you into enjoying something as messy as this situation.

His right hand was kept tightly on your hips, but his metal left hand explored your body. Squeezing your breast lightly, tugging on your clothes, and slipping into the top of your pants. His cold fingertips glided along your panties, pulling on the fabric before letting it go so it would snap back against your skin. You hissed at the feeling. Bucking your hips, you non-verbally gave him approval to slip further into your undergarments, letting him cup your pussy. His long fingers slip along your folds, stroking until he finds your clit, pressing down harshly. “Like that doll face?”

“Please, Buck. F-faster pleaseee.” Your words made his ego grow, and the way you sounded was so hypnotic, how could he possibly say no? but he wanted you to work for it.

“Come on baby, you can be louder. Let everyone hear how good I’m making you feel..”It was only when you heard his growling voice that you remembered you were in a very public place and that anyone could see you in such a vulnerable position. But yet a tingle in your gut made you realize you didn’t care. All you cared about was being a good girl for Bucky and getting what you wanted. So you moaned, heck almost screamed his name as he got faster, maybe not as loud as the music but definitely loud enough that if anyone were to come to the door they would hear you.

And as you got closer to your release, Bucky held onto you tighter, clashing his lips on yours. You came all over his hand with a high-pitched moan feeling your brain fill with fuzz. It was euphoric and messy all at once. “You think the others would be looking for you by now?” you choked out panting against your lover's neck.

Bucky had to chuckle, catching his gaze in the mirror behind you. Kissing your cheek, he noticed a pair of eyes in the mirror, hiding behind the corner. “Don’t worry, I have a feeling they know what we're doing.”

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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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hellewww! This may sound like a challenge/ weird request(?) but I would like a fic of Ao'nung X Sully!reader based on your creative imagination, fluff or angst or whatsoever, do what you want!! I would lovee to read it💙

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summary: you go after ao'nung when your brothers are fighting with his friends after kiri. turns out you don't back down and ao'nung feels guilty for hurting you

0.9k words <3

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“Leave us alone!” A desperate shout racking from Kiri’s chest as she watched Lo’ak retaliate against the four boys ganging up against him.

Soon Neteyam had warded them off, using his big brother privilege to save the day once again. Whispers of freak rung through the air as you and your siblings tried to walk away from Ao’nung and his friends.

“Lo’ak no-” pleading with him to stay away from the menacing smiles Ao’nung gave the skinny boy approaching him.

“I got this…”

He did not have it. Quite frankly, he was being utterly destroyed, dragged across the itchy sand and wacked with the muscley tails.

“Come on Neteyam… we need to help him.”

“That’s a stupid idea. You guys are getting in so much trouble” Kiri chimed in before Neteyam shook his head before jumping onto a short haired boy. You followed suit taking place upon Ao’nung’s back.

“Get off my brother!” You screamed in his ear as he pulled Lo’ak’s tail. He moved his back harshly, he was shocked that you were even on him to begin with.

“Get off me you freak!” He tried to pry your nimble fingers of his shoulders, but you dug them into his skin scratching his pectorals, drawing light volumes of crimson. “Ow!” He bit your hand making you yelp falling down back onto the sand. The impact winding you slightly made you cough before kicking the back of Ao’nung’s knees making him fall to ground.

“Guys this is stupid!” Kiri groaned watching the quite pathetic display of a fight occur in front of her.

“Stop kicking me!” Ao’nung grumbled as his knees crashed into the sand. You tried to crawl away to get up to catch a little breath. “No you don’t” He said with evil lacing his tone.

Wrapping both hands around your ankle he dragged you back as you screamed. “That hurts you Skxwang! Get off me your weird hands off me!” You shrieked kicking back into him knocking him down again, as you topple onto of him your heads bashing together.

“You have the weird hands dumbass!” He retorted as you hissed in his face showing off your sharp fangs that you were sure you would rip into him at any moment if he continued to piss you off.

Ao’nung hissed back as he throwed you off his lap leaving you to faceplant in the sand, a hidden shell leaving a large cut right next to the corner of your mouth. Ao’nung laughed at your stature, standing over a small figure laying in the sand.

“Aw little forest girl sad in the sand.” His voice was mocking as he tilted his head waiting for you to talk back to him.

You refused to be defeated by him not Ao’nung, so you turned to be face up your face covered in blood the sand sticking to your face. Ao’nung’s face dropped at the sight of you a pang of guilt in his heart. “Oh, fuck Y/N-”

He was cut off by a kick straight in between his legs making the breath in his lungs escape harshly. You hissed in his face as you got up from the sand. “Don’t mess with my family again or I’ll be making sure you never have a family.”

You looked the worst out of your siblings after the fight. A couple bruises and scratches were laid onto Neteyam and Lo’ak but your face was stained red, multiple stitches in your cheek and dark blue bruises littered the limbs of your body.

You had been told to stay in the marui by your father, disappointed in your actions but getting angrier at your brothers for letting you getting so battered up.

Eclipse was close to occurring as the light filtering in slowly faded. You heard heavy footsteps outside the fabric flap that acted as a door. “Y/N?” Ao’nung’s voice travelled to your ears making them perk up.

“What.”

He winced at your tone before using opening the curtain like door. “I’m here to apologise.”

“Apologise to Kiri, she was the one you harassed.”

“Yeah, but I’m the one that made you bleed.”

“Don’t feel flattered it was a shell.” You spat at him turning away from him.

“Y/N, I am sorry. But to be fair you hit me back pretty hard.”

“I know I did, my hands are sore.”

Ao’nung walked in front of you to look at your face. The panging of guilt grew stronger seeing the results of his actions in the form of injuries on your gentle face.

“I’m not going to forgive you, because you didn’t do any of this. You’re a small weak annoying stupid swimmer boy.” You poked his bruise making him swat your hand away.

“Fine, but you have to let me feel bad.” Ao’nung smiled at you.

“I hope you feel terrible.” You joked poking his bruise again. Ao’nung held your hand to stop you and looked into your glossy eyes. You must’ve cried from the pain he thought.

“I do Y/N. I really do.” Sincerity wasn’t something you expected to come out of his mouth so when it did you were baffled. Baffled enough to finally meet his longing eye contact.

“Well…good.” Your voice was small, Ao’nung’s change in nature making you feel slightly intimidated.

“Is there anything that will make you feel better?”

“I’d like to punch you again.” Ao’nung shook his head smirking. He held onto both of your hands that were littered in tiny cuts to match his.

“No more punching from now on. Promise?”

“That’s hard, you’re really punchable.” He flicked your forehead making you hiss. “Fuck okay, no more punches. You’re so annoying.”

“Well, I’ll be extra annoying just for you.”

“Fuck off.”

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authors note: this request was so cute ! thankyou! this ones kinda short but I loved the dialogue in this one

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97linelover · 27 days

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Versace on the floor. - Kim Mingyu

18+ / mdi

summary: You´re sure of one thing, leaving the house with your Fiancé in a Suit, will lead to a steamy night.

content: Fiancé Mingyu x Reader, slight angst, fluff ,smut , small fight

wc: 2.8k

a/n: I listened to versace on the floor and suddenly had this idea.

Walking out of the Bedroom, your heels were clinking against the gray marble floor. You were dressed in an Emerald green satin dress; thin straps were complementing your shoulders; and a Diamond necklace was decorating your neck. Your hair was in a beautiful bun, only two strands out at the front, and your makeup was simple except for the slightly winged liner and red lips.

"The car is already here" The voice of your Fiancé rang through your eyes and you grabbed the clutch grabbing your phone "Can we take a picture Gyu?" you said "Yes, one moment love" he said, and you heard the glass and the fridge.

Guessing he put back the wine you two were drinking earlier.

When you heard his steps, you looked up. Your mouth started watering he wore a black suit, under his blazer there was a matching tie to your dress.

Mingyu's love habit was matching clothes, but not the cliché clothes. You remember how he came home with this dress and told you that he bought it at Versace. He loved to spoil you. He had the proudest smile on his face.

You always told him to stop buying those things but he always told you, that you only deserve the best and that he wants to spend his money on his favorite person.

"You look breathtaking Y/N" a soft smile played around your lips "You look handsome yourself" your thumb opened the Camera app and you stood in front of the mirror. His tanned hand sneaked around your hip and you smiled brightly meanwhile he looked down at you, smiling slightly.

It was your favorite Pose, a pose that made your heart flutter.

"I can't wait to take this dress off you tonight" He whispered in your ear and you quickly put the phone away coughing "alright, time to go, you can't let the CEO wait" You quickly regained your posture.

He grinned and guided you down to where the black SUV was waiting.

Inside the car Mingyu rested his large Palm on your thigh and you smiled at him "You look so good tonight" Your voice was a whisper, and he leaned down, connecting your lips in a soft kiss "You're the one to talk baby" he smirked against your lips. Your hand was on his trained thigh, softly squeezing, what made him groan.

When you two started Dating, you told him that one of your biggest fetish were thighs, trained thighs. Every time you both had sex you were squeezing his thighs, when you both worked out, and he was only in his shorts, you needed to calm your breath and try to calm down.

Over time, his thighs became his weak spot, because he knew how they turned you on, and just the thought of it made him go crazy.

"Okay, we need to stop before this escalates" You giggled and pulled back, and he leaned his head against his headrest, closing his eyes "You make me fucking crazy".

"I know and you do the same to me" you said softly and smiled.

The car door opened, and Mingyu got out first, helping you get out. You walked up the red stairs where the photographers were standing. Mingyu put his arm around your hip to pose, and you smiled shyly. You hated this, but this is just the life of being engaged to Kim Mingyu, the right Hand of the CEO of Lee Lawyers.

The biggest Law Firm in Seoul.

Mingyu kissed your cheek softly "Let's go inside," he said, smiling, and guided you carefully inside. The hand on your lower back made your heart flutter. Such a simple gesture, but sometimes the smallest things are just enough.

"I'll get us something to drink love" he pecked my cheek and walked towards the bar. The ballroom was crowded; everywhere were people talking and laughing, your feet were dragging you to the quieter corner "Y/N!"You turned around when Lee Jin came walking towards you.

"You look lovely, my dear; Mingyu did a perfect job with this dress." He took your hand and kissed the back of it "Thank you Jin! Mingyu is just getting some drinks, and then he will be yours," you said sheepishly, and he smiled. "Tonight is his special day, so he should be with you!"

"His special day?" you were confused. Mingyu came back to you and gave you the glass of champagne. "Did you not tell your soon-to-be wife the good news?" he chuckled and you took a sip of the champagne. "ah no not-" "Then Jin, why don't you tell me what the good news are?" you said, smiling sweetly.

Mingyu directly went quiet.

He knew you were curious.

"You know, my dear, Mingyu will be the next CEO. I'll retire this month, and it was clear from the beginning that Mingyu will be the new CEO." Your heart dropped.

"Wow.." you said breathlessly, "and when did you two decided that?" Mingyu could feel that you were getting disappointed. "He signed the Contract two weeks ago". You slightly gasped.

"Well that's amazing, Jin. You really need to enjoy your time with your wife and Kids so taking a step back was the perfect decision." You gulped down the champagne. "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom." You turned around, hurrying towards the exit as fast as your silver Jimmy Choo could carry you.

God you were Happy for him. Finally, finally his hard work paid off; his 70-hour weeks were finally taking serious. But he did not tell you about this; he knew about it for two weeks, maybe before that, and he did not think about talking to you about this topic.

You are his fiancé, the woman he wants to marry next year, and he just signed a contract without your knowledge, which pissed you off. You asked him when your work wanted to promote you, and you both decided if this would be okay for your relationship.

"Y/N, Baby, please wait a moment!" His steps were behind you, and he grabbed your arm softly. You twirled around and bumped against his chest. "Gyu I want a moment to calm down," you whispered. "I know, but I need to tell you that I wanted to tell you, but I did not find the right situation.

"Every situation would've been right Mingyu" you whispered, and he winced when you called him by his full name, "I'm all about honesty; you know that. I want you to trust me; tell me everything, I'm your partner Gyu." He pulled you closer.

"You are my person Y/N! But I wanted to suprise you fuck. I mean I finally got us the life we dreamed of" you smiled sadly "your life Gyu, the life you dreamed of" His heart sank at your words.

"I know everything you do, you do it for us but I don't want the money I want you, more time with you and I'm afraid this will change".

His fingertips lifted my chin "You are always my priority baby, and I won't lie to you, the first months will be stressful but after that I'll try my best to be there for you!" he seemed so genuine.

You looked up and softly kissed him. "I am really happy for you, my love, but tonight you're not the one in charge," you whispered, and he smiled. "Fuck, I love you, but you will be sorry for being a little brat tonight,you know I´m always in charge" he whispered.

Oh you could not wait . -

When they were seated at the table, they listened to the speeches: "and the award for the Employee of the year goes tooo... KIM MINGYUU" you jumped up, clapping "ah my baby" you said while hugging him, and he smiled as he walked upstairs. "This means so much to me," he said. "without Mr. Lee, I would've never made this, and with my beautiful fiancé by my side,".

You smiled brightly and clapped. He then walked down and talked to Jin, you watched him with loving eyes and your eyes wandered around his body, how his shoulders looked in this suit, and suddenly you wanted to go home.

You grabbed your phone with a smirk and went on Spotify taking a screenshot of Versace on the floor by Bruno Mars.

'Y/N: this could be you as soon as we go home ;)´

She watched every move Mingyu made and smirked when he pulled his phone out of his pocket. His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly regained his posture.

His eyes looked for yours and you bit your lips when you saw how dark his eyes were.

He said something to the people he was talking to and then went over to you. "We go home now" he said inside your ear in a low, husky voice, and you felt your panties dampen.

He grabbed your clutch, and you hurried behind him. For your luck, there was no one stopping you, and when you got inside the black van, the driver closed the door. "Home, Mr. Kim?""Yes please"

Mingyu closed the window so that it was blacked out. "You knew I would leave them standing there, when you sent me this text, right?" Your sparkling eyes were making him crazy

"I hoped for it because god Gyu you look so good tonight, and I want you" you said while your palm was stroking his thigh softly. He grabbed your hand "no you get to wait until we are home so be a good girl" he grinned rubbing his bulge over his black slacks.

"Gyu that's not fair." Your voice was weak; you felt yourself leaking. "But was it fair to text me this while I was talking to some clients?" He opened his zipper, pulling out his hardened cock, not fully hard.

But his tip was swollen and you groaned. His dick was beautiful, smooth and tanned, the first time you saw it you directly went down on him because it was so inviting.

His veiny hand was taking a hold of it, pumping up and down a few times, leaning his head back "fuck" he groaned, and you let out a whine. "Gyu" you were frustrated, and he looked at you with his deep brown eyes.

He put his dick back inside his boxer shorts. "Later, baby," he said and the car came to a halt. You quickly went out, and Mingyu walked up the porch, opening the door and holding it open for "thank you" You walked past him inside the kitchen grabbing the cold bottle of wine he put there this morning.

"So should we celebrate your new position Mr. CEO?" You asked while pouring the wine into your glass, you felt his gaze not leaving you for one second.

"You're testing my patience babygirl" he said while walking towards you while you sipped on your red wine, he took the glass out of your hand and gulped the rest down. "You're not in charge baby, don't forget that" he whispered in your ear while leaving wet kisses along your neck.

His signature perfume is reaching your nostrils.

You felt his palm pulling you closer so that his broad chest was everything you felt.

Mingyus body was out of this world.

"I wanted to start slow baby but you're teasing did not amuse me" His voice was deep, his deep dominant voice. Your core started clenching, and your breathing was fast.

"I really loved you in that dress" he said while turning you around. Your hands catch you at the counter; he did not waste time and unzipped it, basically ripping it from your body.

"Gyu that was so expensive" you whined "I don't care; I would buy you millions of these if it meant I can rip them off your body"

"And you were the one sending those stupid lyrics... you wanted the Versace on the floor"

He knew exactly what to say.

And when you were left in your black Lacey thong, he licked his lips. Before you, he was a tits guy but with you he can't decide.

He bend you over the marble kitchen counter "Arms behind your back baby" he demanded and you did. He took his tie off and tied your hands.

Not only that, but he ripped the thong apart and you scoffed "I swear all off my clothes will be gone soon"

"I'll take you shopping tomorrow"

You could hear his zipper, and shortly after you felt him at the entrance, 3 months ago, you decided to go raw because you both thought if you got pregnant, it would be just right.

But you both don't push it.

"Come one CEO fuck me already" you said while wiggling your ass a bit.

"I'll fuck you baby, I'll fuck you until your lungs give out" and with that, he pushed inside you a loud moan escaped your lips. "Fuck gyu"

He pulled on the tie while thrusting in and out of you; his pace was unreal; he made you scream his name and it was just a quick fuck. By tomorrow, your voice will be gone.

"Gyu yes, right there fuck" you whined balling your hands behind your back into fists. "I want you to come, babygirl; scream my name" he said, and slapped your ass.

That little detail brought you over the edge and shortly after he pulled "on your knees@ he said. You knew he was close so you quickly obeyed opening your mouth, he jerked his dick and looked down at you, his shirt was open, his blazer gone.

His look had something so filthy to it, he did not undress only his tanned chest and cock peeking out.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up and the hand that fisted his cock was complimented by a gold Rolex. Mingyu screamed classy and hot all together and he was yours.

His hair was slightly longer and wavy.

"such a filthy slut you are" he groaned "only yours" you moaned while opening your mouth again.

"Fuck.. god" he groaned while spilling into your mouth.

You swallowed and got up still in your heels "fuck my feet hurt" you sighed and he softly lifted you on to the marble counter.

He took your feet in his hand "why didn't you tell me love" he opened the small buckle while putting them on the floor "it fitted the scenario" you shrugged and he laughed "god your unbelievable" he said while taking off the other shoe.

He kissed your foot softly and you looked at him.

"I definitely catched the best fish out there" you grinned and he smiled showing off his vampire teeth you loved "I love you so much" he kissed you while lifting you up.

You wrapped your legs around his torso and he walked inside the bathroom.

The night did not finish with one orgasm, he started eating you out on the bed and later in the shower. He fucked you countless times.

One thing Mingyu took always care of was making you cum, he never missed a chance to bring you an orgasm. Your ex partners always put themselves first. But he had joy just watching you come undone because of him.

You were sitting on his lap, his chest was illuminated by the moon and the lamp from your nightstand, his chest was decorated with read lip prints of you and he looked at you softly stroking your arm, the goosebumps on your body were out of this world.

"Wait" you grabbed your phone "I need to take a photo of you, this looks so beautiful" you said while opening the camera app.

He did not look at the camera but he looked at you, his brown eyes sparkled and he smiled, his white teeth on display and his after sex hair making him look like the highest paid model.

He grabbed your phone laughing and snapping a picture of you, your hair was covering your nipples, but you looked fucked out, cheeks flushed, red lipstick long gone and your mascara all over the place, but you looked happy, you looked genuine happy and that was what Mingyu loved.

He turned the camera in to selfie mode and pulled you down kissing you softly.

He put the phone away and continued kissing you "so you want the venue in Italy?" He whispered "we did not visit it yet Gyu" you said while kissing along his jaw.

"We can fly there and look at it, maybe look for a few more there" he stroke your hair and you looked up "but will the wedding night end with Versace on the floor?" A playful smile on your lips.

"Mhm we can kiss till we're naked" he suggested.

"Then Italy it'll be" you muttered while sitting straight up grinding your hips.

"Such a tease" he grinned turning you both over, kissing your thighs until he reached your core "you're obsessed Kim" you said while letting out a moan.

"Only with my wife" he said grinning and you both reached another high this night.

#seventeen #seventeen angst #kpop #au #gyu #mingyu imagines #mingyu #smut #svt

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livelaughlovesubs · 1 month

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Hey and how about this... That Chūya gives the reader a blowjob for the first time while he praises him 😮

Hey…how about I steal your brain for that sweet idea. But sorry if it’s a little short

Dom!reader x sub!chuuya

Warning: blowjob, praise kink, i use dick, read it however you want

“Good boy,” you showed him an approving smirk, hands wandering down to caress his cheeks. His soft skin was heating up at your touch, eyes melting as a smitten expression spread across his features. Lips spread and tongue stuck out, licking your shaft carefully. With a gentle pinch, you brought him out of his trance, making him nudge his head a little. He furrowed his brows, still trying to pleasure you. Then you dismissed him and said, “that’s enough, time for something else.”

Once again his cheeks darkened, his eyes widened a little too. The hesitation was basically written all over his face as he wrapped his hands around your length, still deciding to give you kitten licks first. His wet muscle brushed around the tip, not sure if what he was doing was correct. Suddenly he turned his head to the side, covering his face with his hands and taking a moment to calm down. To think he’d be this embarrassed, how cute.

Your hand reached out for him for a second time, but this time you settled for his red locks. Fumbling with his hair as well as gently scraping his scalp. The gaze you wore was filled with patience and affection, whispering softly, “take your time, chuuya.” Now his heart won’t calm down, drumming inside him as if it was playing a special rhythm for you. After a while, he took your tip inside his mouth, wrapping those pretty lips around you. “Good job, use your tongue and avoid teeth, alright?”

He tried, he didn’t want to displease you. All he wanted was to make you feel good and proud. You watched his eyes start to get watery with every inch he takes, until his nose hit your pelvis. The sight was so beautiful, how the tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, how he looked up at you through strains of hair, and how good he looked choking on your cock. His cheeks tightened, and he sucked viciously, all while trying to use his tongue for anything good.

“Haha~” you laughed a little, at how hopeless pathetic but adorable he was. Chuuya was a little offended by that and started bobbing his head back and forth, slowly though to not gag. The hand in his hair was still stroking him, the look in your eyes unchanging as you looked down at him. God, he felt so small in this position, kneeling beneath you like this. While he lost himself in your eyes, he accidentally took your dick too fast and started coughing. The poor boy immediately tried to pulled back, but you stopped him, shushing him and saying, “shhh, try to calm your breathing. Just like that.. so good for me.”

It took a while, but he eventually came down. Now sobbing quietly as his hair stuck to his forehead. “Such a pretty boy, you did a good job for your first time, sweetie.” How he loved to hear your praise, that alone was enough to keep him motivated. Resuming to his previous movements, he continued to use his tongue to roll it around the tip. Drool hung out of his lips, a blissful expression on his face. The bulge in his own pants grew, and now the spot got darker, obviously wet now. You adored him so much, he was getting this aroused just by sucking you off? Too adorable. He looked so beautiful that you just had to praise him again, fawning over him as you said, “you look so stunning right now. Simply gorgeous.”

His entire body shuddered at your words, hands bawled into fists and knuckles turning white. A shiver ran down your spine when you saw his eyes rolling back and lips trembled around your dick. Shoulders were also raised to his ears, thighs clenched shut in a tight manner. Then, when he opened them again, you couldn’t hide the grin on your face. “Chuuya, you really just came now? Just how adorable do you want to be?”

@nvllxiety

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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Hii !! Can you do a Yeonjun x gn reader where yeonjun wakes up in the middle of the night bc of a coughing attack, and you comfort him bc he started crying cause he thought he was going to die >_< ( It’s actually based on true events tho, he catched a cold recently and he said all that, even that he couldn’t talk well bc he was coughing so much, so I really wanted to take care of him and give him a hug after he said that so I had this idea and found your blog hehe) Take your time and please take care, thank you so much <3333

⋆｡°✩ choi line reaction - taking care of them when they're sick

includes: established relationship, yeonjun cries kinda, samgteyang is a chicken soup, gen sickfic warnings lol

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ yeonjun

(word count 237)

you stir awake from the noise of incessant coughing piercing through the previous silence lingering in your bedroom. slightly annoyed, you sit up, squinting into the darkness.

just barely illuminated by the moonlight you can see yeonjun sitting up in your shared bed, body hunched over from a coughing fit. “jun?” you whisper, now fully awake. tears sting at the corners of his eyes as he takes in short breaths between coughs.

you reach up to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb against his skin. you wipe away the stray tears that escape his eyes, checking him over as well as you can in the darkness. “are you okay?”

“‘m fine,” he rasps out.

you furrow your eyebrows, leaning over to press a kiss against the crown of yeonjun’s forehead before momentarily slipping out from underneath the covers to grab him a glass of water. he accepts it with a grateful smile as you slide back beside him.

yeonjun is quick to follow your lead, setting the glass down before leaning over to rest his head against your chest. you brush your hands through his soft hair, occasionally twisting the strands between your fingers.

yeonjun lets out a small sigh of content as he nuzzles even closer to you so he can hear your heartbeat. “get some rest, love,” you whisper. his breathing slowly begins to even out until he eventually falls into a now peaceful sleep.

⋆｡°✩ soobin

(word count 212)

soobin sniffles as he nuzzles his head a little closer to you; hiding his face into the crook of your neck. his arms wrap lazily around your waist, keeping your bodies nearly pressed together at all times despite the inconvenience and his overall sickness.

“bin,” you murmur, eyes still focused on cutting up a carrot to add into the samgyetang boiling on the stove. your boyfriend barely hums in response. his eyes remain closed as he leans his body weight against you. “you should go sit down. you need rest.”

he simply whines, nuzzling even closer. “i need you.”

you smile to yourself as you carefully step over to the stove to add the carrots to the broth with your boyfriend in tow. the aroma of boiled chicken and various spices spread throughout your shared apartment. it’s almost comforting to take care of soobin. intimate.

turning the heat down to let the soup simmer, you twist around to face him. the blanket you had gingerly wrapped around his shoulders earlier that morning has now slipped down his body so it barely covers his torso. you reach up to readjust it before wrapping an arm around his waist.

“come on,” you murmur. “the samgyetang needs time to boil. let’s go get some rest.”

⋆｡°✩ beomgyu

(word count 238) i'm obsessed with him here he's so kdfndslknds

“y/n?” beomgyu rasps out as he stumbles through your shared apartment. you can hear his footsteps as he slowly approaches, using the wall to support his body.

“gyu,” you leave the kettle on the stove to boil as you rush to his side. beomgyu immediately drapes his body against yours, letting you hold him up. you wrap an arm around his waist, carefully coaxing him to move over and lay down on your couch. “what are you doing up?”

“you were gone,” beomgyu mumbles. he shifts so his body is nearly entirely on top of yours; knees pressed against either side of your hips to pin you in place. you chuckle as he leans down to rest his head in the crook of your neck.

“i went to make you some tea.” you slip your hand underneath his shirt, gently rubbing it against his overly warm skin. beomgyu presses a kiss against the exposed skin of your neck in return. you can almost feel him smiling against you. “how’s your throat feeling?”

“a little better,” he whispers. you softly smile, pulling him even closer so his body is fully relaxed against you.

“good.” you push his fringe back just enough to press a kiss against the crown of his head. “i’ll let you know when the tea is done and then we can make some samgyetang, okay?”

“okay,” beomgyu whispers. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

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yuellii · 9 months

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could i request neuvillette with gn reader who is afraid of drowning and can't swim, so he provides swimming lessons?

sunshine poured naturally dazzling today, not a single cloud in the sky. perhaps that was your sign that darling neuvillette was having a good day today.

well, on the contrary, you were not. you almost wished he was not having so-jolly of a day just to dim the sun with rain clouds, for the sunlight intensity was only worsening your headache. a headache which was caused by the lack of oxygen in your lungs—from swimming all day.

“when you go into a bug-position underwater, hold your breath for ten seconds, and blow out bubbles,” he instructed firmly, holding your waist as you both stood hip-deep into the water. “this will teach you how to float.

you gave him the slightest of pouts. “you’ll bring me back up if i drown, right?”

“i would never let you drown.” you couldn’t tell from his facial expressions if he meant it in an endearing way or a purely offended one. “just hold your legs to your chest, and blow out bubbles—trust the water, okay?”

you took a deep breath. he looked radiant in the sunlight, you realized. sure, maybe it was the banging headache that was making your vision hazy; but somehow, the chief justice looked a little livelier in the water like this. him, with his full-body diving suit as an attire you’d never expect to see him in before.

perhaps this was a fun little treat to your eyes, but all at the price of the sinking feeling of drowning in fontaine’s waters. but how could he refuse you, when you admitted you had no idea how to swim?

“aaand go.”

okay, you may need to teach him a few more pointers on how to read human expressions, because you were pretty sure that your face made no indication that you were ready to be let go and pushed down. he was very knowledgeable on how to swim, sure, but he was definitely not educated on how to be a teacher.

and so, you immediately panicked, flopping around to bring your knees to your chest as your head filled with the sudden fear of drowning once more. and once you got into the fetal position he told you to, you lost control of your body and found yourself wading up to the surface.

you broke out in short-breathed coughs as neuvillette attempted to stabilize your body atop the water, offering his own chest for you to lean on as you caught your breath. oh, this was so embarrassing. you thanked the heavens he was so nice.

“i couldn’t do it,” you coughed out water. “you saw me try it exactly as you told me to.”

he frowns just the slightest bit. “but it works when i do it…”

you deadpan just a little bit. of course it doesn’t make him panic when he was already used to the water. but you suppose he can’t quite discern your very-humanly emotion of fear for an ocean. “i think that’s enough for me today,” you sighed onto his chest, cold from the fabric of the diving suit. his arms still had a protective hold around you, tho you were barely in the water at all. “i already gained a massive headache.”

he hummed shortly in response. you couldn’t tell if it was a yes or a no, but you think you’ve come to learn it was just his way of saying he was thinking.

and only a minute later, he was guiding you by the shoulders to the shore, holding them so protectively as if these shallow waves could drown you in seconds.

( but, who could blame him, when you were panicking over water only a meter high just a moment ago? )

“i’ve already brought lots of water for you to drink to ease that headache of yours,” he said once he helped dry you off with a towel. his hands were gentle as he circled the cloth against your hair. “and probably take you out to get some pastries, too.”

ah, you loved such a gentleman. you only hoped he could be a better swimming instructor, too.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒟𝐼𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 — a.wesker

warnings + tags — MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DNI, female reader, tentacle / monster fucking, dub-con, swearing, slapping (face and ass), double penetration, forced oral (you’re choking on a tentacle), creampie, p in v sex, nipple play, biting, marking, 2.8K words

authors notes — so this is a short rewrite / repost of an oldish fic, but I just love dbd, wesker, and tentacles, so what better to rewrite than that? it’s a lot shorter than the last version though, we got straight to the fucking.

the shockwave boomed through the air as yet another friend was sacrificed to the entity. that made two of them already gone, leaving just you and dwight to do the remaining three generators that were left.

the terror radius pounded in your ears from all sides making it nearly impossible to tell where he was, and there was no sign of dwight, no sign of him being in chase or doing a generator. you crouched down behind the sofa as the killer dashed through the building, checking on the objective closest by.

“shit, that was close…” you let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“hey,” dwight whispered from the open door at the back, “you okay?”

“yeah, I’m good, are you?”

he nodded in reply, biting his nails as he looked around nervously. he was terrified and it wasn’t hard to see that, he always was, no matter how many times he was in a trial. you sighed to yourself knowing that nothing would get done if your teammate was too scared to do anything for the remainder of the trial.

“dwight?” you shuffled quietly toward him, “go do the generator down the end of the street, and I’ll go distract wesker, okay?”

the hesitation of your friend was obvious, the way he slowly opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, he gave you a sad nod and started carefully sneaking towards where you told him to go. you took a deep breath and shook your head, wondering how you always get yourself into these stupid situations for the sake of other people.

you quickly vaulted the side of the house window to make as much noise as possible, running in a straight line to the other side of the street and as far away from dwight as possible. it didn’t take long for you to hear your heartbeat getting louder and louder in your ears, so much so that you could barely hear anything else.

“there you are,” the familiar snarky voice spoke from the other side of the car from where you were standing.

you gulped at the sight of him, your legs going weak at the knees but you knew you had to distract for as long as you possibly could, no matter what. you knew deep down you had no chance of keeping him in chase for three whole generators, especially because you knew dwight would hide the second wesker and yourself got a little too close for his liking.

without a second more hesitation, you turned and took of into the house at a full sprint, running through the living room and vaulting out the kitchen window to the side — it didn’t give you much distance considering wesker’s dash meant he caught up to you almost instantly. you ran the same loop as much as you could, vaulting the window and going back through the door, and he followed just the same.

the entity finally blocked off the windows to you, and you didn’t notice until you were being slammed up against the wall next to it. you let out a gasp and cough, and stumbled through the living room, completely winded from the hit — you swore he managed to crack a few ribs from the way you were slammed against the cabinets. there weren’t any pallets left on your side of the map, most of them used from your now dead teammates, so instead you chose to run upstairs even though you knew that was probably the worst idea you could make — you’d stand a better chance running around the cars outside.

wesker gained on you instantly, dashing past you in the bedroom and stopping just shy of the window, blocking your escape route. he gave you a devilish grin, his eyes glowing menacingly behind his sunglasses — it was over, one generator hadn’t even popped and he’d already caught you, sure you could run back down the stairs but what was the point?

“doesn’t seem like your friend is doing much, does it?” the killer spoke, taking a step closer to you and making you take one back in response until your back was flat against the wall, “I know you were just running from me as a distraction. had you made a deal with him, hm?”

there wasn’t much you could do, he was stood toe to toe with you, staring down into your eyes with a finger hooked under your chin to force you to look up at him. he was right on the money though, that so called deal you made with dwight that didn’t exactly seem to be working out in your favour. it was obvious he’d been hiding, you know you’d been running long enough for at least one generator to be completed, and it didn’t seem like he’d been messing up and blowing it up at all.

“so why did you bother chasing me if you knew I was just trying to keep your attention?” you questioned, venom laced words because you didn’t have enough courage to spit at him.

“you’re telling me you’ve not noticed? I thought you were smarter than that, dear…” he trailed off as his finger ran down the middle of your neck and halted part way down your chest, a quiet chuckle escaping his throat.

“notice what?” your voice was barely noticeable, too embarrassed to speak as his other hand rested beside your head, caging you into the room, obviously in response to him noticing you oggling the doorway and stairs.

“never you mind.”

wesker leaned in closer to you, his lips ghosting yours for only a second before he leaned down to your ear, “why is your heart beating so fast, are you that scared of me?”

you held your breath and squeezed your eyes closed, you couldn’t even reply, it was like your throat had closed up — even if it hadn’t, you still wouldn’t be able to speak, there was nothing you could say in response. every nerve in your body was on fire, your stomach began doing flips, and you couldn’t help but get that warm sensation between your thighs that made you have to squeeze them together. you gulped and shook your head to yourself, you couldn’t get turned on, or even think about anything like that. he’s a killer, an evil man who takes pleasure in hunting you and your friends down and sacrificing you to some spider-legged being.

“I don’t take kindly to being ignored.”

his words pulled you from your thoughts, making you gasp for the air that you’d been depriving yourself of, “yes, I’m scared of you.”

he smiled, “good.”

his breath was hot against your neck, and it made the hairs on your skin stand on end. his hand moved down from your chest and brushed against your hip, just at the gap where your shirt rode up a little bit and exposed your skin. his leather covered hand pushed under your top, slowly working its way around until he had a firm grasp on your waist.

“wait, what’re you—“ you began to speak out against his actions but were sharply cut off by his lips meeting yours.

it was surprisingly more gentle than you’d expect from someone like him, yet there was still force behind it, a hunger that he needed satiating in that exact moment. his hand tightened against your side while his other hand interwinded in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you easier. you couldn’t pull away from him seeming how pinned you were against the wall, you pushed your hands against his chest in an attempt to protest but it didn’t make a difference — he was infinitely stronger than you, and you knew that he’d get what he wanted one way or another, whether he take it from you or you submit to him.

“were you not being a distraction for your good friend to complete the objective?” he barely pulled away as he spoke, his tongue trailing along your bottom lip, ready to plunge itself into your mouth the second your lips parted.

you wouldn’t kiss him back, and you surely wouldn’t let him stick him tongue in your mouth, but he had his ways. one harsh bite of your bottom lip forced you to gasp and part your lips for just an instant, giving him the perfect opportunity to move in. he let out a satisfied hum as his hand moved further up your side, his other hand joining to help push your shirt further up your body until your chest was exposed to his touch.

“wesker, we can’t—“ you managed to stutter out between his incessant kisses, his hands wandering and groping at your chest continuously, pulling and twisting at your hard nipples.

“yes we can.”

finally the echo of a generator being completed in the distance sounded, and your heart skipped a beat, a little smile creeping across your face. you were surprised dwight had managed to pluck up enough courage to even complete one generator, but it meant there was a chance you could both escape…you just had to keep wesker distracted long enough.

wesker grabbed a hold of the back of your neck and threw you to the bed that was beside the window, you yelped at the impact and it wasn’t even a second before he grabbed your ankles and flipped you onto your back, dragging you down the bed towards him all in one fluid motion. his hands worked quickly at stripping you from your clothes, not giving you much chance for protest. before you could move your hands to cover yourself up, he was already on top of you, kissing up and down your neck while he slotted himself between your open legs.

“don’t fight me, you know you won’t win…” he whispered in your ear with a mocking tone which made your stomach twist around itself.

the familiar squelching sound of his tentacles sliding out from the sleeve of his coat filled the otherwise silent room, and he responded with a chuckle when your eyes widened at the realisation of what he was about to do.

you shook your head and made an attempt to close your thighs, but his body made it impossible to even try. the tendrils slithered up your thigh, leaving a cool, wet trail behind them — you whimpered quietly to yourself as you felt the tip of one of them rubbing up and down your cunt, and you couldn’t help but shudder. you didn’t want to feel good, you didn’t want him to do this but the feeling of them touching you in a way you’ve longed to be touched was too much almost immediately.

“w-wesker,” a quiet moan, “please don’t.”

your begs fell upon deaf ears, after all he could tell by the way your legs quivered at his touch that you wanted this just as much as he did, maybe even more than he. the tentacle rubbed up against your throbbing clit, moving round in circles as much as it could to stimulate you while another prodded up against your hole. you winced at the feeling of it slithering its slimy way into you, stretching you out just a little too much for it to feel good straight away — but the feeling of pain quickly subsided as it began pumping in and out of you at a calm pace, pushing itself as deeply into you as it possibly could, the other tentacle still rubbing at your clit to distract you.

“fuck—“ your back arched from the bed and your hands found their way to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his leather coat.

wesker leaned down and kissed at your neck, biting and sucking to leave his mark while his uroborus fucked into you, gradually speeding up the more your cunt tightened around it. the knot in the pit of your stomach was building up too quickly, but he wasn’t done with you, as his lips met yours, another tentacle slipped into you; this time it was in your ass. as you gasped his tongue pushed its way into your mouth, moving and exploring just as his tendrils did to your holes.

the sounds of moaning and your wet cunt being fucked started to fill the room, as much as you hated yourself for giving in and letting yourself be used like this, it felt too good to care. his tentacles all moved quicker at a different pace to one another, burying themselves so deep into you, you didn’t even know it were possible.

“that’s it, submit to me.” he leaned back and kissed down till his mouth latched around your nipple, his free hand tugging and pulling on the other.

“wesker—“ your back arched and your pussy clenched around the tentacles, his name continuously falling from your mouth as you finally came, hard.

before you could even register your orgasm, the tentacles retreated back and wesker slotted himself between your thighs more snuggly. he teased his cock up and down your wet slit before pushing straight into you, not giving you a second to adjust to the girth difference before he was pounding into you. he fucked you with an ungodly speed, another proof that he wasn’t a human, he was something a lot more than that.

“fuck…” his voice was nearly inaudible, but still you managed to hear him say something you didn’t think he’d ever say.

he pushed your legs up to your chest and held his hands against the back of your knees, giving himself a better angle to fuck into you. every thrust had the tip of his cock kissing your cervix but it didn’t hurt, because every single thrust had him hitting that gummy spot inside of you that had a moan being forced from you against your will. it didn’t take much longer for his tentacles to reappear, multiple of them wrapping themselves around your legs and arms — two pushing themselves into your ass while two teased your tits. as you opened your mouth to beg wesker to slow down, a tendril forced its way into your mouth, pushing its way deep down your throat and making you gag with each violating thrust.

your eyes watered, you were overwhelmed and overstimulated but wesker and his power showed no signs of stopping. he was going to break you, mind and body, and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

the sound of another generator popped in the near distance and you couldn’t help but whimper, there was still a chance. your eyes were looking out the window toward the sounds as you felt a stinging pain across your face.

“do not take your attention from me, from this.” he pounded into you with almost brutal force with each word he spoke.

tears began rolling down your cheeks as you came again, you could barely breathe, barely see, barely even stay awake. your entire body ached with every hole being abused so brutally, so amazingly. you looked up at wesker the best you could but you couldn’t keep your eyes open. you could hear him laugh at you and say something, but you’re not sure what he said, you couldn’t concentrate enough. he used that moment to flip you onto your knees, his hands gripping tightly at your hips while he pumped into you, his tendrils still not moving from what they’d been doing all along.

your upper body collapsed against the mattress, only your hips being help up by weskers grip on you. the sounds of your muffled moans, weskers panting, and the slick sound of tentacles abusing you was definitely loud enough for dwight to hear if he came anywhere near the house, but in that very moment you couldn’t care less. wesker slapped your ass with every few thrusts, his leather gloved hand making it sting just that bit more, but he intended for his hand print to be left behind long after he had his way with you.

you couldn’t tell how much longer he was fucking you for, how many times you came and had your juices running down the inside of your thighs and onto the mattress below, how many tears you shed into the pillow your face was buried into but finally the final generator popped. it didn’t take wesker much longer to coat your womb with his cum when he heard that familiar sound — he wasn’t happy.

his tentacles slowly removed themselves from your stretched and abused holes as he stepped away from you. you instantly crumpled into the bed and coughed, catching the breath you hadn’t been able to get for as long as his tentacle was shoved down your throat.

“you stay here, I have someone else to deal with,” he stood and sorted his clothes out before brushing his hair back out of his face, “then I’ll be back to finish what I started here.”

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