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kissitbttr · 3 months

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“toji, baby? can you do alena’s hair please?” you call out from the kitchen, fixing simple breakfast for your little family,

he nods at you, giving a short kiss on your cheek as a confirmation before heading towards his little girl’s play pen. his eyes brighten when alena is busying herself with her my little pony plushies, adorable messy hair comes into view making him chuckle,

“hey ya sweetheart, having fun?” toji walks around to face his pretty baby, the sound of her dad’s voice causing her to look up. he swears the moment her big round eyes stare at him, he’s ready to kill anyone who dares to try take his daughter away,

with a toothy smile, she babbles away while clapping her chubby hands. feeling excited to see her dad there, seemingly cannot wait to be picked up by him,

“aren’t you the prettiest girl i have ever seen, hm? aside from mama of course. dunno what she sees in me. she’s a ten and i’m not. i’m happy she chose me, though. such a lucky bastard” toji makes sure to whisper the last word to himself because he doesn’t want his daughter to hear him cuss.

his hands go under her armpits before lifting her up, little legs kicking away in excitement making toji chuckles. “time to do my little alena’s hair!”

he brings her to the baby chair near the dining room, where you can see it too. your eyes look over your shoulder and smile at the sight of him setting your baby down,

“got anything to work on today?”

toji shakes his head, rolling the sleeves of his sweater up to the elbows. “nah. took a day off. i’m letting shiu handling it today”

one of your eyebrows quirks up, turning out to plate the cut up fruits and eggs on the table. “oh yeah? what if there’s something really important come up that you need to—“

“i need my girls more” he cuts you off with a soft voice and a grin, his eyes look up to you and see you mirroring his smile but it’s much more prettier to him. “plus, i’m sure they can handle not having their ceo for today. and tomorrow. maybe”

his fingers move to thread lightly under the strands of alena’s hair as she toys with a little action figure toji had gifted her few days prior. it keeps herself busied while he’s doing her hair,

“how about you, baby? got any meetings or anything?”

you shrug, grabbing a few utensils. “just one with the team to discuss the launch of our newest design. should be quick, though. hopefully. i need to speed up the process and everything because it seems that everyone is fuc—freaking slow.”

he chuckles, tying a band around alena’s mini bun. “i’m sure you can handle it, darling. you’re ruthless like that. one of the reasons why i fell on love with you, is it?”

“would you still, if i had to kill them?”

“absolutely” he answers without hesitation making you laugh,

“god, we are bad parents”

“don’t know what you’re talking about. we’re pretty good at what we’re doing” toji smiles at his baby, who suddenly chucks the toy towards the table. “damn, our baby got strength”

“got that from you, i think” you lean towards the table and snatch a cut up strawberry before plucking it into your mouth,

“nope. that’s from you” he corrects, softly patting alena’s hair that are sticking out. “remember when we had an argument and you almost hit me with—“

“we do not talk about that” you shake your head, not wanting to remember,

“was pretty sexy to me” he replies casually. “i was so turned on by that”

both of you share a laugh, causing alena to look up at both of you at the sound of it.

“so—do i get to see my pretty wife’s latest design or—“ toji trails off, planting a kiss on alena’s chubby cheek before grabbing a handful of berries for himself,

you tilt your head to the side, a small smirk tugs upon your lips and toji immediately catches what that look meant for,

“i see trouble” he eyes you for a second, chewing on the juicy fruit. “is it sexy? god, if it was you can’t keep teasing me, baby. i’d die”

“so dramatic, you won’t die”

“i will for you though” and he means it. “is it dresses? leather involved perhaps?”

shaking your head, you reply “lingeries, babe. night gowns, garters, panties. all that”

and toji suddenly stops moving. breathing even. his eyes widening at the mention of lingeries,

“oh fuck. you are killing me.”

“toji! language!”

but alena just laughs at her silly banter between her parents

#dad!toji #toji fushiguro #toji fluff

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hisaame · 7 months

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OK kinda a specific request but like- could you do a Scara x fem!reader or gn!reader where he’s like overworking himself due to his studies(probably bc of his mommy issues sjsjks) and reader is like comforting and convincing him to go to sleep w her/them since it was late? Modern au ofc. And basically Scaramouche is being all stingy about it like “no I’m fine” and stuff but eventually goes to bed because of readers sweet words haha

Of m y god this ones adorablw i love soft scara THANK UU!!

╰⪼ “fine, for you." ♡

╰ — scaramoucheˊˊ」

╎『modern au!ˎˎ

[fluff] — 『warnings: workaholic scara, soft scara again (i swear these arent real warnings), cursing, scara mommy issues, readers pronouns arent used, but feminine body type』

It has already been a long week for you and Scaramouche, school was a pain in the ass, as well was studying. You would usually be studying at the schools library with friends, or mainly with your boyfriend, Scaramouche. But even with you being done with everything, he continued studying, alone.

It was late at night, around one in the morning, you had just finished some chores since you didn't have much to do, and you weren't tired then. But now you were, all the chores you did worn you out. You thought your lover jad already gone to sleep or is possibly waiting for you, but once you entered your twos' bedroom with a tired yawn, you saw Scaramouche still at the desk, focused.

'he's still studying?..' you thought to yourself, slowly walking over to your lover who seemed too focused to even notice your there. But with a gentle pat on his shoulder, he flinched slightly, then turned to look at you with tired eyes. "[yn]? Why aren't you in bed?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as his other hand still held a pen between his slender fingers.

"Shouldn't i be asking you the same thing?" you replied with a raised eyebrow, looking at Scaramouches own eyes that seemed to already have eyebags under them, his eyelids drooping as he forced himself to stay awake. "shit," he mumbled "you go, ill join you later. I have to finish this shit." with a groan, he turned back to studying, his eyes trying to soak in every word he reads from the book, and writing the more important things down.

You sighed, a bit frustrated now. "Scaramouche, please, finish it tomorrow, you look like you're barely awake." you pat his head, running your fingers through his dark indigo locks. You just loved him too much to let him overwork himself like this, he needs to be getting enough sleep. "Cant you fucking see i cant? This is important, alright? Do you think i wanna fucking do this either?" he groaned, frustrated with how long he's studied, and barely able to focus with his sleepiness. But seeing how he was a bit too mean to you, he mumbled "... Shit, im sorry. Love, please just go to bed, im fine."

he rubbed his eyes yet again as you replied "not without you. If im going to sleep right now, ill make sure you're right beside me.", you crossed your arms below your chest, glaring at your boyfriend. Why must you be so persistent? He cant even get his studies done with you like this. "I told you im fine, plus ill be in bed soon anyway." he put his hand on your hip, still reading over the words he's trying to memorize. His hand caressed your hip, then went around your thighs to pull you close. "There will be no later, come on." you groaned, too worried about your overworked lover.

"mmh, so soft..." the male mumbled, pressing his head against your stomach, to where he could reach since he was sitting down and you were standing up. He used your stomach as a head rest while reading. His hand still caressed your plush thighs. "Yeah? U can hug me all you want when we're in bed." you smirked, seeing how this was actually working. He narrowed his eyes, very tempted. After all, he could just finish this tomorrow, right? No big deal? Tomorrow he promises himself to study with you.

"fucking fine... Lets go. You better keep your word." he finally gave up, standing up lazily as the both of you walked to bed. He quite literally threw himself on the bed while you followed by doing it the.. safer way. He groaned as soon as he stretched his back, cramped from being in the same position. Now he gets his reward. You.

He lazily wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck, all while you held him in your arms. You did scold him a little for overworking himself, to which he only giggled and said "oops".

And he fell asleep almost immediately...

♡

#genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche #scara x reader #genshin #genshin impact #soft scara best scara

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s-4pphics · 1 year

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look, wild cherries! 2 (a.a)

wc;cw: 2.6k, cherrychaser!abby, scumbag!abby, virgin!oc, corruption kink, abby’s so sleazy, SMUT MDNI!!!, kinda sadism? LOL i’m unwell, fingering :D, dirty talk, dassit me finks :p

Abby woke up with a grossly ecstatic feeling in her gut. It was ten in the morning on Saturday: birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and—most importantly—virgins were roaming.

Today was going to be unforgettable.

She peppily got out of bed and immediately made her breakfast: two jelly-smothered slices of toast, a big bowl of sugary, maple-flavored oatmeal, and sliced fruit. She ate joyfully as she kicked her feet under her small kitchen table before heading back to her bedroom. She made her bed, making sure her sheets were tucked and crisp and her pillows were organized before heading to her bathroom to get ready for the gym.

She brushed her teeth as she hummed happily, thoughts of you plaguing her mind and filling her with arousal. She still had a couple of hours to herself before you came over, so she decided to spend her pass time bulking, especially since she was going to be slinging your smaller frame around all afternoon!

She spat out the water she’d been swishing around in her mouth into the sink before changing into her sports bra, tank, and shorts. She bent down to grab her packed gym bag, her headphones around her neck, before heading out.

Yeah, today was going to be amazing!

Abby was in the middle of her Romanian deadlifts when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She flinched at the touch, dropping the large dumbbells onto their rack in front of her, pulling down her blasting headphones to loop around her neck before turning.

She was met with a familiar face—a pretty girl from her electrical engineering course— as she smiled brightly, softly asking if she could help her perfect her squatting form.

… Fuck. Of course, she could. She ignored the pounding of her heart as she was led to the front of the gym.

Half an hour later, they were both stark naked in the gym showers as Abby pinned her classmate up against the slippery wall, three thick fingers shoved into her cunt as she cried out her name. The cross-eyed girl was crying out as softly as she could manage, warning Abby to slow down with a tight grip on her large wrist or she was going to scream while widening her stance so Abby could get deeper.

It only made Abby fuck her harder, making sure to keep her fingers arched so she could hit her spot dead on. She let out a scream before her whole body shook against the taller girl’s, crying out how hard she was cumming and how good it felt. Abby made sure to coax her back down to Earth before making an excuse to leave. She had about forty-five minutes before she saw you and she needed a proper shower!

She dried and dressed hurriedly before jogging back to the gym to grab her bag, taking her leave, and heading back to her small apartment in a rush.

After showering, applying perfume, and tidying up, she organized her pens and stacked her chemistry books on her nightstand. She wanted to seem as casual as possible, body clad in gray sweats and a white tee with her formula notebook opened on her bed.

You’d snapped her saying that you were walking over as she semi-patiently waited for your knock on the couch, knee bouncing up and down in anticipation as she mindlessly scrolled through TikTok.

She’d just been in the middle of a nine-part true crime case analysis before a gentle thud thud thud! came from the opposite side of her door. She damn near flew into the air with how fast she leaped up from the couch, lightly sprinting towards the door to pull it open.

She was immediately met with your scent and bright smile as she took in your appearance from head to toe: your two puffs were wrapped in red and white bows, you were wearing a short, black sweetheart dress littered in cherries, —fuckfuckfuck— and you had on sheer ankle socks under your red platform sandals. So fucking cute, she couldn’t wait to fuck the shit out of yo—

“A-Abby? You okay?” You muttered, breaking her trance.

“Huh?” she blurted out.

“I, um… I said hi,” you muttered sheepishly as your eyes darted around awkwardly. Fucking shit! You dumbass, you’re scaring the pussy away!

“Yeah! Oh my— hi! I’m sorry, I worked out earlier so I'm a little… not here, right now. I’m sorr— “

“No, please don’t apologize! I understand, not about the… working out thing but the dazed thing. The semester’s almost over so I feel you!” Your toothy grin was back on your face as you beamed in agreement.

She smiled back and jumped into action, moving to the side to allow you access into her home, “Come in! We can study in my room, I set my books and stuff up already so we can get started.”

You mumbled a small great! as you brushed past her. You smelled so fucking good. Sweet like sugar and berries and sunshine. Fuck—

“My room’s right down the hall, first door to your right,” Abby pointed out as she shut the door behind you. “Want some water or anything?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you!”

“‘Course. C’mon,” she smiled at you.

Abby led you to her room, shutting the door behind you and welcoming you to sit on her bed. You sat on the edge and started digging through your backpack.

“So,” you hummed, pulling out a stack of your own notebooks, “I have some notes that I brought for you to reference! I wasn’t sure which section of biochem you needed for your exam, so I brought as many as I could find! I hope that’s okay!”

Abby moved to sit next to you, leaving some space between your bodies, “That’s more than enough, I appreciate it so much.”

She made sure to speak softly, soothingly, and she watched your shoulders relax at her tone, “Of course, so glad I could help.”

You’d been guiding Abby through your notebooks for the last half hour, and she digested none of the information you fed her. Her brain was racing with thoughts of taking you up against the wall, in front of her window, fucking you into her desk, she wanted you everywhere—

“Abby, did you get that last part?”

“Uh huh,” she was staring at your glossy lips so hard. “Animals have seven essential amino acids that are necessary for their dietary health.”

She knew that already.

“Great, we’ll go over their names in a bit!” You set the book down beside you and stretched your arms. “Breaks are mandatory when studying, these next ten minutes are yours.”

Abby hummed in acknowledgement, resting her hand on her thigh as she watched you stretch and crack your back. Neither of you moved, sitting in comfortable silence until she slid half an inch closer to you.

You were avoiding eye contact with her: she followed your line of vision and noticed that you’d been staring at the hand she had placed on her thigh, the veins in her arms still prominent from earlier.

“I’m… uh, I don’t know. Maybe I should start going to the gym, you have great… posture,” you muttered suddenly.

A slow smirk crept up on Abby’s face, “I have great posture?”

“Mhm, like… you sit up really straight, I’m jealous. I’m such a slouch-er,” you let out a soft laugh as you held your gaze on her hand.

“… I do sit up pretty straight, I never noticed it,” she slowly clenched her fist, the veins in her hands protruding before she unclenched. She watched your legs shift slightly.

Abby didn’t give a shit about this conversation, but she loved how wispy your voice sounded, like you were trying to catch your breath. She watched your chest rise and fall steadily.

Abby leaned back slightly, pretending to inspect the curve of your spine, “Hm… I guess you do have a bit of a humpback.”

You feigned offense, sitting up straighter, “Shut up, no I don’t!”

“What d’you mean you don’t, I can see it!” She laughed at you before shuffling closer, her legs brushing up against yours. She brought a hand up and gently pressed it in the middle of your back.

“Riiight here, I feel it forming, too. Jesus Chri— “

She heard you release out a breathy sigh when she applied more pressure, watching your fingers curl a bit tighter around the edge of your notebooks. She bit her lip and watched your face twist with shock and embarrassment, and it made her cunt squeeze in her boxers.

“S-Sorry, I’m just so tired— “

“Shh, s’okay, just relax.”

She noticed you tilt your head to the side in efforts to stretch your neck. Abby leaned even closer, bringing her hands up to both shoulders to gently massage them. Your sighs started to sound more like gasps as she dug her thumbs into your back, you leaning into her touch, her grips.

“U-Um, Abby?” she heard you stutter out in between your sharp breaths. She has you she has you—

“Mhm?”

“I-I, am I still gonna help y-you—mmh!”

She tenderly spoke over your quiet whimpers, “You already did, lemme help you, now.”

“How?” you breathed out.

“Here,” Abby moved behind you, gently pulling you towards her so your back was pressed to her chest, her legs enclosing yours, “This okay?”

“Yup,” you shakily exhaled.

She smiled, “Yup? That’s new.”

“Sorry, I’ve never, um,” you sounded so nervous; she fucking loved it. “No one’s ever done this… with me?”

“Never got a massage before?” she inquired in feigned innocence, chuckling lightly.

“No, not that, like… y’know.”

Abby’s core squeezed tighter, wetness pooling in her boxers. She hummed at your subtle admission.

She let you sloppily ramble about your inexperience as she rubbed your back and shoulders, unraveling the knots in your body. She could feel your manicured nails digging into her leg with every heavy rub, your sighs of satisfaction catching in your throat.

“Feels good?” she spoke into your ear, making sure to brush her lips against it. You made a small noise as you nodded quickly.

“You’re so tense, baby. Such a hard worker,” you keened at the nickname.

There was no space between you and Abby’s bodies. She started planting light kisses on your jaw, your neck, your warm cheeks as you squirmed

“Gonna let me take care of you, angel? Hm?”

Abby sucked on your neck, her tongue rolling all over your skin. You were letting out soft moans and whines, leaning your head back on her shoulder to give her more. She sucked harder, smiling into your neck.

Abby slowly dragged her hands around your body, massaging your tits through your dress in deep rubs. Your hand flew up to lay on top of hers, encouraging her grip tighter. She heard you moan out again.

“A-Abby… shit.”

“Yeah? Like that?”

“I like it, really l-like it!”

“Then take this off,” she pulled at the sleeves of your dress. She watched you strip, scooting to pull it from under you and over your head, planting kisses to your bare back and shoulder. You leaned back into her arms, and she welcomed it.

“Look up,” she whispered to you.

Your gaze met hers in the tall wall mirror in front of the two of you, and you immediately looked down at the floor. Abby grabbed your chin in a strong gasp, holding it so you were forced to keep eye contact, “I said look up.”

“M’sorry,” you mumbled quickly. She saw tears gather in your eyes and she smiled.

“You’re so sexy,” she said against the shell of your ear, "You're gonna watch yourself cum, you understand? Don’t move your head.”

You nodded at her through the mirror. She grinned wider.

She started playing with your nipples, you were purring at her touch. Every light pull and twist was making your hips buck, a wet stain on your pink underwear. She wanted to rip them to shreds, shove them down her throat and suck the wetness out.

“It feels good, Abby!”

“Know it does, such pretty tits.”

“M’getting… so wet.”

“Fuck, baby, I know, can see it,” your breaths were making her lose it. She needed to shove in that unused cunt. “Want me to touch that pretty cunt?”

“Yes! Really, really want you to!”

“Yeah? Want me to be the first to fuck you? Force my dick in?” She could feel herself slowly drifting, something animalistic taking over her brain.

“Yes yes yes! Wan’you to fuck me! Wan’you to… take my virginity!”

She grabbed the band of your panties and tore them in half with no effort, your puffy clit exposed to her in the mirror. She immediately started rubbing you in tight circles, your swollen bud pulsing under her pointer and middle finger.

“Gonna split you the fuck open, fuck, so fucking sexy.”

You were letting out squeaks of her name, calling out to her, begging her to go rub faster. Virgins cum so fucking quick and it makes her brain melt. She could see your tiny opening clenching in the mirror, your body completely limp against her and your eyes rolled into your head.

“Abby! I think I’m, I feel… someth— “

“Open your legs. All the way, wider.”

She watched your legs spread further, knees pointed in the air as you bit your lip. She gave you no warning, shoving her drippy pointer finger in your pussy, moaning loudly at the resistance. How the fuck were you going to take her dick! You’re the tightest she’s ever felt, walls soft and squelchy and resistant. She couldn’t think about anything except working you open, hitting you deep, breeding you—

“Hurts’bby, can’t— “

“Yeah, you can, doing so good,” she ignored your protests as she slurred mindlessly. She never had this type of reaction with anyone she fucked: she felt insane, deprived, fucking feral. She needed your pussy so bad; she was going to die if she didn’t fuck you!

She was curling her finger deep in you, looking for that spot that made you cream. You've probably never reached it on your own, fuckfuckfuck—

“M’—fuck, Abby, mmh—!”

“Right there? Tha’s it? Yeah?”

“Feels s’funny in me!”

She shoved her middle finger in, bringing her hand up to rub your clit in fast, small circles. She noticed you crying, tears running down your face in fat globs, bucking your hips up to meet her hands.

She felt you cum before you announced it: she was gritting out fuck yeah, squeeze m’fucking fingers right against your ear, cream coating her digits in a thick shine as squelching filled the room. You were silent as your body shook, mouth agape and eyes crossed. She couldn’t even move her fingers; you were so tight, she just kept pressing into that spot as you groaned and begged her to stop. It’s too much, I can’t take it!

She didn’t care, rubbing you until you went limp, slapping your twitching cunt one last time before withdrawing her fingers. Sticky strings connected your entrance and her together, and, fuck, she wishes it was her dick. She brought her digits to her mouth and sucked them clean, whining at your taste. So fucking sweet.

“Look at me,” she could barely recognize her own voice. So deep and shaky.

She watched your eyes slowly pull open, wet and gone. She could’ve come right there at that look alone.

“Can’t wait to rip that pussy open.”

You looked terrified, but she saw your pussy tense up in the reflection.

She smiled devilishly.

This would be interesting.

COCKBLOCCCKKKK HAHAAAAAA U THOUGHT EVERYBODY POINT N LAUGH

last pt here :p

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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TPC: Mingyu's sloppy ex sex

Series

Pairing: ex!mingyu x afab!reader (wearing a skirt)

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.1k

tags: toxic themes, villainized reader, mentions of alcohol and vaping, reader makes out with man that isn't mingyu, high!gyu, yearning, voyeurism (kinda?), male masturbation, sex on a car, unprotected sex, degrading, spanking, choking, obvious hostility

Summary: Mingyu and his ex had be broken up for so long already and he was finally getting over them, but god be damned if you didn’t look so hot tonight.

author note: happy birthday to mingyu, hope you get laid. not like this tho, you deserve to be happy. Also to readers, don't romantize this IRL. be good people, be kind to your partners or loved ones. Enjoy smut as smut not inspiration for real life. be so fucking for real. ily

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Mingyu had been a single man for 7 months, 8 days, and 14 hours; but who's counting?

He didn’t miss you. He just missed your face. And your hair. Your perfume that reminded him of cotton candy and starbursts. And how your naked body would stretch like a starfish every morning. And the expensive coffee bean you insisted on hand grinding every day. See. He missed those things. Definitely not you.

At least that’s what he told himself when he saw you the first time since the break, standing in an impossibly delectable getup when you walked through that front door. God, did you know how to dress to impress the masses. You knew he couldn’t keep his hands off of you when you had on leather, his unspoken kryptonite.

He crushed the red solo cup in his hand as you shamelessly flirted with the man across from you. The blonde man maybe was as buff as Mingyu, handsome as Mingyu, but at least he wasn't as tall as Mingyu. Mingyu was hard to beat at height.

Still, your attention was on the stranger. Mingyu felt pathetic. He had every nerve in his body to pull you away from the bastard and stick you up against a wall and fuck you senseless, but things were over between the two of you. He had no right.

His doubt displaces as you lean against the man, their arm falling around your waist, as your eyes pierced back at Mingyu. They spoke volumes in each other's gazes. You simply watch the expressions on Mingyu’s face as the man begins pressing kisses lightly against the hollow of your neck. You feign moans that aren't audible from where Mingyu stands, but it is obvious as the stranger hikes up your leg and presses his mouth against yours.

Your eyes flit back at your ex through a heavy-lidded observation. You giggle the stranger’s name, loud enough for Mingyu to make it out this time, and he storms out at once. Mingyu could’ve done anything. Leave the party. Find a stranger to fuck. Drown himself in hard liquor. He did none of that.

Instead, he tried to find the nearest place to relieve himself. Unfortunately, he didn’t know where a goddamn restroom was, let alone a bedroom, which was probably preoccupied with some horny youths, anyway. Finally, he opens a door to a garage, a large one, in fact. Cars and motorbikes follow behind one another like an assembly line. It smells of metal and motor oil, but it would do.

His eyes land on a conveniently placed bench across from the door, and he takes a seat, immediately going to unzip his pants. It was probably the alcohol, or the puff he took from Vernon’s vape pen, but he was going to pull it out, he was going to stroke it, and he wasn't going to care.

He utters a soft, “fuck,” before shutting his eyes. He closes his palms around his shaft, rubbing himself, making use of that hand lotion you left behind when you left that stays resident in his front pocket. Your familiar scent lingers, making its way up his nostrils, and he whispers your name. “Fuck, Y/n.”

He slides down against the wall behind him, dragging up and down, squeezing to emulate the grip of your pussy, groaning loud when he finds the right pressure. “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.”

He senses tension in his abdomen, taking the pace of his wrist up, and this goes on for a few minutes. The image of your sopping, dirty, little cunt wrapped around his cock is just enough to get him off. He’s so close. So close, he can taste the cum from where he’s sitting. His eyes flutter, ready to take the last gratifying stroke when he hears a door close. He looks up, your back and arms pinned against the door behind you, peering at him in amusement. “Whatcha’ doing there, Mingyu?”

And like that, he misses the high tide. His blown out eyes stare back at you, listlessness. He straightens up. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?”

Reminder that Mingyu wasn’t sober, let alone sane, especially seeing your legs cross over one another as you lean on the door. His hand has a mind of its own when it goes back to play with himself, sucking in a single breath. “What does it look like?”

“Are you high?”

“Yeah. So?”

You snort, crossing your arms. “You can’t just play with yourself in the middle of a fucking party. Mingyu.”

“Says who?”

You slowly approach him, one foot over the other, towering over him. “Have some decency. You look desperate fucking yourself. Cover it up.”

How dare you, he thought. You don’t get to tell him what to do anymore. He fucks himself hard in his grip–immeasurably slow and tight–hips thrusting up through his palms. “Like I give a flying fuck.”

You click your tongue at him. “I guess as a fellow party guest, I should show you how to handle yourself with other people around.”

You set your hands against both his shoulders. He swallows, already getting an idea of what’s about to happen. Your chest is to his face before you lower yourself and fill yourself out. A moan vibrates in your throat–following Mingyu’s guttural one–before claiming his lips and slowly grinding down in his lap. He indulges in your initiation, but catching a moment of clarity, the ghost of your lips still on his as he pulls away. “What are you doing?”

“You looked lonely,” you said softly, “And I can fix that.”

Hsi breath grows uneven as your raw core tightens around his girth, making him remember how you loved going commando when you went out together, and it seems you still do. His hands come up behind you, feeling your body underneath your clothes, pulling up your leather skirt higher. “I thought you were over me. You said we’re through.”

You roll your eyes, threading through his hair. “You were staring at me. I thought you’d want this.”

“Why?” His hand curls to the back of your head. “What happened with the guy?”

You let out a sultry chuckle. “He was too eager.”

“I thought you liked that kind of thing.”

Yo shrug, grinning. You lay your hands against the texture of his jean jacket before sliding it off, feeling the ridged shape of his sculpted body. He’s big, as you remember, if not bigger. Your hands slide over his smooth, olive skin, and grip his sides before rolling your hips to hear that gasp leave his lips. “I like it more on you.”

You force pressure against his lips, swallowing them. You catch his moan down your throat, your aching heat gets stretched from his pulsating muscle pushing inside you. His hands fall to your hips, palms covering up your ass as grabs balls of your flesh in reflex. “God fuck, Y/n.”

“How much do you want me,” you ask in harsh breaths, “paint a picture for me.”

“I definitely fucking want you.”

His arms loop around your body and lock you in place. His length comes up inside you by his force, fucking you with all his body can muster, while his grunts play louder than the sounds of music coming from the populated common area. Your arms rest over his shoulders, knees coming up the bench and kneeling.

You breathe rhythmically, soft moans coating your tongue, and you grow flush under his touch. Your bottom lip gets trapped between your teeth, but a smile still manages to stretch across your face. His thighs are hard beneath you, hitting against you like a slab of marble, but the warmth radiating off of them ebbs the arousal from out your body.

His lips find your neck, sucking over the spots the stranger kissed, bitting, stinging your skin, so you can only remember the presence of him. He held your thighs tight by his palms, raising your body up and bouncing you in his lap. The sounds of your skin slapping triggers amicable memories like the time he pulled you in that stadium storage closet or how he took underneath a beach towel at Daytona.

It’s riveting, titillating, just simply blood pumping. You feel like you could fucking burn the world and not give a single fuck, and that’s what fucking Kim Mingyu felt like.

You had every intention of getting to this point because you knew Mingyu and how fucking possessive he was, even when he didn’t act like it. If you were being honest, that was some of the wrong in the relationship, but not this–nor the back-breaking sex– was the reason at all why things ended. Never the sex. If anything, it was you, but you wouldn’t admit that.

“You feel so fucking good inside me.”

His second kryptonite, words of affirmation. He fucks himself seep inside you, intending to bottom out, which he succeeds. Your eyes flutter shut from the shock and simply take it. His torso pulls forward, holding you up from the ground. The deeper he plunges, the harder the release. His name is inevitable to leave when you cum, your knees come up to his side, locking at your ankles, and it only takes him a moment to return the favor.

It’s hot and full in your cunt, feeling his honey seep over your thighs. He clenches his teeth, feeling sweet and utter relief. It was just what he needed. You simultaneously sigh, dropping your head against your shoulder as you catch your breath. “That was nice.”

“It was.”

Seizing the opportunity of your weakness, he picks you up and folds you against the hood of a random car. Dangling off, your feet barely reach the ground. Your cheeks roughly make contact first with his hand on the back of your neck, startled against the cool metal. The head of his cock then contradicted the icy surface, sliding back and forth over your spent pussy that was already flooded with his cum. He coats himself in his own release, playing with the intensity of your whines, before he returns to his rightful place.

His hands come up over your ass in a deep-rooted crack to your flesh. You cry out in distress, hands flat pressed against the car and you feel him oscillate his cock, doing what he wanted instead of what he tolerated.

In came another crack of his palm. You whine his name once more, dragging your clit on the sleek surface of the car. “Yes, like that! Fuck me like that!”

God, you have a filthy mouth. And god, did Mingyu miss that.

Your eyes roll back when he gets rigorous, pounding into you like a mindless animal. The hand on the back of your neck squeezes hard, slamming you back into the car. “Feel so good for me. I knew you wanted me. Wanted my dick inside. Fucking your wet, dirty pussy.”

Another strike that makes you jump.

“I’m going to have you cum all over this car. You like that? You wanna cum while I fuck you up against this car?”

You nod into the metal, “Yes, give it to me, give it to me, Mingyu.”

He turns you on your back, he finally meets your eyes once again. He takes a leg to throw over his shoulder and his cock rocks back into you like perfection. He holds your gaze, hand coming to compress against the column of your neck. You feel it, the danger, the thrill, the toxicity. It almost causes you to black out, and maybe that's what you deserved. It’s like instead of blood running through your veins, it's venom. You could bathe in it.

Your hair flattens as you throw your head back on the smooth surface, reveling in the fullness, slamming your hands against the car, ready to come apart once again. Your legs contract, taking him, all of him like it was the first time. Oh sweet child, to go back to a time to like that again.

“Yes, Gyu, please, Gyu. Like that. Hurt me. Hate me.”

Your climax overwhelms you, not even processing his embrace as it envelops you when his climax follows soon after. Violent final pumps make way deep inside you, defiant of spilling out again. You feel his heavy pants on the skin of your cheek. He pulls away after some time to see your eyes, glassy and euphoric like the ones that deceived him before. He then follows to your lips, swollen, naturally pursed from the kisses. The same lips that told him lies and promised to not break his heart in a million pieces.

“Incredible, Mingyu…”

“I hate you so fucking much.”

It’s the last thing he says before kissing you again, triumphantly. If he was going to have sex with again, he would do it like it’s the last.

#svthub #smingyu smut #kim mingyu smut #seventeen smut #kim mingyu #mingyu #seventeen #seventeen kim mingyu #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen mingyu #seventeen fanfic

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selen1um-hexafluoride · 12 days

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It's been a while, but I had another thought for a Hawks x reader

What if Hawks had more of a quiet, not very talkative s/o that always gas more of an aloof look on her face. (Kinda like Muichiro.) And who just has a difficult time expressing their emotions.

But she expresses her love for him by action. Like when she's wrapped up in her big fluffy blanket and Hawks wants to cuddle. She'll open the blanket for him, and they'll just sit in their blanket cave together, just cuddling.

Or when Hawks is stressed, he doesn't show it, but his s/o can just tell. She'll give him sweets and other things he likes, probably would present him with an Endeavor pen.

I really need to figure out my shit so I can write again, like fuccing, helping me 😭 So many ideas but no motivation to write.

#keigo takami #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia hawks #mha takami keigo #keigo x reader #thoughts and ideas #potentially fanfic idea

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x-aefx · 1 year

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Back to you - Ellie Williams

Pairing: Ellie Williams x female reader

Modern au!

Summary: college!ellie au. Having once been close friends, Ellie and you begin to talk again while new feelings bloom and old ones return.

Part one

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“Fuck!” You whisper yelled as you stared at your clock on your messy desk, internally wishing the hour would go back two hours so you wouldn’t be late for your first class since spring break.

Throwing an envious glance at your roommate, Lily, who didn’t have class until the afternoon, you climbed out of bed still half asleep. Walking to your dresser you pulled out the first thing your cold hands touched, your ‘Queen’ band t-shirt and black cuffed jeans. Brushing your hair quickly and spraying perfume you had no memory of buying, you awkwardly put on your shoes whilst trying to maintain balance in your standing position. Turning to your desk you grabbed the textbooks stacked on top of each other and your bag that was on the ground. You stole a quick glance in the mirror and said a mental ‘thank goodness’ for your somewhat decent appearance.

Grabbing the tin of mints on the edge of the desk you made your way out of the dorm and across the campus to your class.

Any other day and you would’ve taken your time seeing as you were already going to be late, but you wanted to get a good seat in class. Sure there was technically nothing stopping you from taking somebody else’s seat tomorrow when you would hopefully arrive on time, but you didn’t want to be that person.

Trying to hide your disappointment and annoyance as you walked into the class seeing you were probably the last to arrive, you looked to where your usual seat at the back beside the classroom wall was, now occupied by a girl who had the brightest blue eyes and straightest hair you had ever seen sat laughing loudly to her friend who looked nearly the same.

‘my fault for being late’ you thought bitterly to yourself.

Your eyes scanned the classroom for an empty seat. Finding one in the middle row you made your way towards it. Dropping your books on the desk and your bag on the floor you sat down. Not a moment later you felt someone kicking the back of your chair.

“what the fuc-“

“language’”

“seriously Dina?”

“someone's in a mood”

“Shut it Jesse”

“Hey!”

“You’re going to the party this Friday aren’t you? The one for Stacey’s birthday?” Dina asked smiling enthusiastically, seemingly not paying attention to Jesse’s angry mumbling about how rude people were.

“I can’t promise anything Dina” you sighed. “I could really use some time for myself”

“You had plenty time for yourself over spring break!” Dina pointed out.

“Yeah and I miss it already”

Jesse snorted at the comment earning a hit to the arm from Dina.

“Ow! Christ woman I’m fragile!”

“Oh I know” Dina rolled her dark eyes, “what about you Ellie? Your going right?”

You turned to the side slightly surprised having not noticed Ellie sat beside you. Hair tied in a half up- half down style, the sleeve of her blue flannel rolled up her forearms revealing her tattoo, legs stretched out to their full length under the table, Ellie Williams screamed confidence. Her attention focused entirely on what she was drawing in her sketchbook, Ellie didn’t notice her friend mention her name.

You doubted she even noticed you sat beside her if it weren’t for Jesse nudging her arm with his leg causing her pen to trail a messy line on the page

“hey what the fuck!”

“language! Honestly you two have the most foul mouths” Dina’s eyes glanced in your direction before looking back at Ellie. That’s when Ellie’s green eyes met yours. It was a quick glance but it was enough for you to look into those familiar green eyes.

“what’s up” Ellie ignored Dina’s comment. She placed her pencil on her desk and turned her body to face Dina and Jesse who sat behind her.

“will you be at the party on Friday?” Dina wasted no time in asking her friend.

“Eh-well, I was just planning on staying in.” Ellie looked at Dina with a guilty smile.

“Ellie!” Dina pleaded pouting her lips to really persuade the girl.

“Dina-“

“it will be so much fun I promise! And Y/N is going and everything!”

“wait no-Dina I never actually-!”

“please Ellie! You’ll have a good night, I swear!” Dina made her best puppy dog eyes. Ellie found herself accepting the invitation before she could really comprehend what she was doing. She never fell for Dina’s pleading looks yet she said yes.

Dina made a triumphant noise, her smile wide as she thought about the upcoming party she and her closest friends will be attending. Jesse smiled at his girlfriend, shaking his head with a chuckle at her antics.

Turning back around in your chair you opened your textbook to the page written on the whiteboard by your professor who was only now arriving. You never had a hard time concentrating in class, yet today you did. You couldn’t make your eyes move from word to word instead staring blankly at the white page.

“Ethan hasn’t quit staring at you since you walked in. It’s quite annoying.” A voice muttered.

Your head snapped to the side making eye contact with Ellie. Her brows furrowed as if in deep thought.

If you looked over to the other side of the classroom you would of noticed the captain of the basketball team, Ethan Gilbert, making heart eyes at you. But you didn’t break the eye contact between you and Ellie.

You didn’t think she had noticed you. Sure you and Ellie were close once, at the very start of college. You considered her your best friend but you two became distant with each other over time for reasons you were unsure of. Ever since then you presumed Ellie Williams had erased you from her life, that was how it felt for you anyway. To hear her say something to you at all was a change after all this time.

“What can I say Williams? I’m a total catch.” You shrugged your shoulders sending her a wink.

Ellie only scoffed before turning back to her drawing, a beautiful farmhouse you recognized as her home from the picture you had seen in her dorm. You noticed her smiling but said nothing.

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seungiepop · 3 months

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𝑵𝒐 𝑵𝒖𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓

we all drinking? | pt.2

pairing: enha x best friend reader

characters: all enha members, Shin Yuna (itzy), Choi Beomgyu (TXT), and Mark lee (NCT)

caution: sexual context (only implied on the legal line), cursing, the reader is an 03’ line with sunoo and yuna

genre: social media au and one shots

wc: 0.8k Part 1

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Hearing the balcony door open she ignored the footsteps getting closer and continued to smoke out of her pen. “Thought you had lost it?”

“Found it in between all my makeup brushes while I was cleaning last week.”

Handing him the pen she leaned up against the railing and frowned, her mind wasn’t where it was supposed to be. She invited her friends over to take her mind off the recent interaction she had with her ex but nothing worked.

Watching Jungwon exhale the smoke out she smiles, it wasn’t her typical smile and he noticed that “you wanna talk about it?” he asked before coughing into his arm.

Knowing what he meant she shook her head “It’s best if I don’t.” her response was flat nothing but empty emotions behind it.

“We should head back”

She didn’t want to

Her mind was too preoccupied with many thoughts that going back there would set her off. “I can’t- won if I go back there I'll actually explode!”

“How can I help?”

Looking over at him he shrugged “There's gotta be something I can do…”

He stepped forward so he was standing behind her, arms caging her in between him and the balcony railing. Jungwon leaned his head down towards her neck, inhaling her sweet smell he’s been craving for a while now. “Fuc- please noona let me help!” She bit her lip trying to contain the noise that was trying to escape, feeling his lips kiss the sensitive skin of her neck.

One of the hands that were on the railing were now caressing the skin of her hip giving it a light pinch to get her attention. She turned her head to face him, eyes widened slightly at how close they were.

Damn why do all of my friends have to be hot?

Lips inches away from each yet not a move made “Wonie..” she breathed out as he connected their lips.

His lips were soft against her, much more softer than the other guys.

His tongue brushing against her ‘what the fuck is happening’.

Did she imagine herself getting into this position? No, did she mind? Not at all

It all went by too fast, one second she was pinned against the railing and the other she was face down ass up on her balcony couch. Jungwon hips slapping against her bare ass “Won- faster pleas-se!” she whined. His tip hit deep inside her walls causing her to clench around him.

Gasping as he pulled out and turned her so she was now facing him. His damp hair sticking against the side of his face, a few sweat tears falling against the side of his neck

Fuck he looks hot right now.

He spread her legs, eyeing the way their slick covered her cunt so deliciously. Grabbing her leg he wrapped them around his waist before placing a small kiss on her lips. He pumped his member a few times before angling into her aching hole.

Y/n tilt her head back with a whine at how sensitive she was. Jungwon groaned in her ear as he guided himself in, not wasting anymore time before thrusting his hips at a harsh pace. She wrapped her arms around his neck letting him bury his face into her neck, sighing at the feeling of his lips placing messy kisses on her collar bone and jawline.

His tip once again hitting the sensitive part of her walls making her cry out in pleasure “Fuck i’m gonna cum!” she gasped.

He put one hand on her neck while the other one stayed firmly on her waist making sure not to lose his rhythm. “Shit- cum for me noona!” he groaned, the feeling of her wet hot walls clenching around him so tight that he came without any warning.

“I’m cumming won-ah!”

Her body spasmed as she came around him, the feeling of his hot cum inside her sending shivers down her spine.

“I-uh..” she gulped

Jungwon gave her a smile as he pulled out, hissing as the cold air hit his softened member. “You okay?” he asked, wiping away the remaining cum from in between her legs with the towel that was hanging on the railing.

Y/n nodded her head, her throat too dry to even speak.

“I’m so fucked.”

Tilting her head in confusion she watched as Jungwon chuckled to himself while pulling up his joggers. “Why?” her question made him look down at her and bite his lip. She leaned up against her elbows starting at him with— hell he didn’t even know what to call it.

“This bet with the hyungs- oh you mean no nut november?” Now he was the confused one.

“I’m not that clueless, Jay has been so uptight, it’s obvious he hasn’t gotten laid in weeks. Besides, I've got a bet of my own going on!”

“What bet?”

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chiefcheesecakemaker · 11 months

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Since I haven't really been playing nb for that long or om in a while I haven't been able to write but I came up with smt so funny because like menace mc as an attendant

Mc: your allergic to that

Mammon: no I'm not!

Mc: yeah you are

Mammon: listen attendant I ain't allergic to anything I'm the great mammon

Mc: yeah sure I'll get the EpiPen

Ten minutes later

Lucifer: MC HELP

mc running in with a broom and a epi pen: WHAT

Lucifer: I don't know what's happening I think mammon's dying

Everyone freaking out except mc

Mc takes the epi pen and just injects it into mammon's leg like it's nothing: boom problem solved

Everyone staring dumbfounded:...what

Mc: what problem solved all is well now if I don't mind I was having a musical dance show with my broom

Mc leaves

The bros: what the actual fuc-

THE ENDD

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scuddle-bubble101 · 7 months

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*peeks in* Treat

*drops Dark choco bar in candy bucket* and trick

*vanishes*

How dare WHERE'd IT GO???

#serif talks #pen the fuc #halloween pud

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goldenempyrean · 9 months

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Comfort In The Storm

〚 Notes - I’m still working on a Nat fic atm so enjoy this lil bit of miserable Lena for now :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - Lena is stressed, overworked and exhausted and it doesn’t help that she forgot her date with Kara either. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2340 〛

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Projects, stress and deadlines. These were all normal for Lena Luthor. She was the CEO of L-Corp after all. It was presumed an incredibly smart woman like her would’ve figured things out by now. 

But no. Lena swore for not the first time that day as an error screen flashed up on the console. She’d spent all day in her lab and still this stupid thing wouldn’t work. It was beyond frustrating. Maybe she would’ve had better luck if she could focus properly but constant sniffles and waves of dizziness kept demanding her attention.

“Hh’ishhiew!” Lena bent forward at the waist, clumsily stumbling into her workbench as she lost her balance as she sneezed suddenly, “Oh f-fuc-HH..Hhih’tshhoo! H’tshhu!”

The young genius sniffled wetly, rubbing the underside of her wrist against her nose before grimacing and going over to swipe a handful of tissues from the almost empty box laying on its side.

This sucked. I mean this seriously sucked. Who on earth gets sick during the summer, Lena thought to herself as she blew her nose softly, wincing at the sharp pain the rough tissue caused against her red nose. But there was no time for sickness. She was far too busy for such a trivial, mundane thing. 

All that mattered was getting this project done. But for the life of her, she just couldn’t figure it out. Maybe it was the engineering, or even her equations- No, that couldn’t be it. Her equations were perfect, she was a Luthor. A Luthor wouldn’t make such simple mathematical mistakes, she was better than that.

Massaging her thumb and index finger over her throbbing sinuses Lena swayed over to the large whiteboard which displayed her work. The numerous sums and physics mapped out in thick black pen.  She squinted at the equations on the board, examining her earlier work but was unable to make sense of the seemingly squiggles of writing. Everything seemed blurry and appeared to merge into a senseless blur.

Lena reached for a glass of water, but her trembling hand accidentally knocked it over, spilling its contents onto the already messy workbench. Countless sheets of paper and files were soaked, not the mention the numerous crumpled tissues she’d left lying around. It was all now one big, huge mess.

Tears began to well up in her fever-glassed eyes as frustration and exhaustion boiled beneath her skin. She let out a choked sigh, as a rough, raspy cough sent her spluttering against her hand.

Lena's frustration only grew as she began to desperately search for tissues, she picked up the box only to find it empty. She could’ve sworn the empty box was smirking at her, laughing at her misery. Her burning sinuses throbbed, and her eyes watered from the strain of trying to make sense of her work. The desperate urge to sneeze intensified, and she knew she couldn't hold it back any longer.

Lena's sneeze echoed in the empty lab, and she winced at the forceful release. With no tissues in sight, she wiped her nose on her sleeve, feeling utterly defeated.

All strength depleted, the exhausted CEO sank to the floor, clutching her knees, and let out a congested sob.

This was not how it was supposed to be. She was supposed to be focused, determined, and unstoppable. But now, she felt weak, vulnerable, and unable to think clearly. It was all too much. The pressure to finish the project, her body was rebelling against her, all of it.

As Lena's congested sobs echoed in the lab, her phone began to ring insistently. She jumped in start before fumbling around in her pocket before pulling out the vibrating device. Her heart sank seeing Kara's name flashing on the screen. Shit. Guilt dawned on her, and she suddenly remembered the plans they’d made for tonight. With a trembling hand, she answered the call, her voice horribly hoarse.

"Hel-hello?" Lena croaked out, her throat burning and sore.

"Lena? Where are you? We were supposed to have a date night tonight, remember?" Kara's voice carried a mixture of worry and irritation, “I’ve been sitting in this restaurant for over an hour now.”

"I'm... I'm in the lab," Lena replied, trying to mask all signs of anything being wrong.

"The lab? Lena, you promised me you wouldn't get too absorbed in your work this time. We haven't had quality time together in weeks," Kara's voice couldn’t mask her hurt but she also couldn’t miss the waver in her girlfriend’s voice, “Are you okay? Is something wrong love?”

Lena took a shaky breath, trying to hold back another flood of tears, “No- no, everything’s fine. I just lost track of time. Can we reschedule dinner? I just want to go home right now.”

Kara let out an exasperated sigh, "Alright, Lena. But this is the last time we reschedule, okay? I miss you and I want to spend time with my girlfriend, I’ve got so much Supergirl stuff coming up and I don’t know when we’ll get the time.”

Lena's heart sank even further, “I promise, Kara. I'll make it up to you, I promise," she replied, trying to sound as sincere as possible while desperately scrunching up her nose as she tried to drive away the itchy feeling creeping into her sinuses.

She just about managed to end the call-in time before ducking forwards with another round of helpless sneezes that she was powerless to stop or cover, Lena whimpered as the harsh sneezes tore from her throat, every breath she took felt laboured.

As she stood up, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her, causing her to stumble again. She reached for the doorknob to steady herself, but her hand slipped and the exhausted woman almost tripped right over her feet.

“Shit-“ She cursed as she steadied herself, vertigo making her regret her decision to wear heels. Well, to wear this outfit at all. Her sleek fashion definitely did well for appearances, but her clothes really weren’t designed for comfort. She longed to be bundled up in soft sweatpants and a warm hoodie right about now.

Dragging herself out of the lab made every single joint in her body burn and ache. The bright LED’s lining the hallways only served to worsen her pounding headache. Eventually though, she made her way to the front of the building.

It was dark outside, normally it still would’ve been somewhat light, but the sky was cast with thick dark clouds, and she could see the rain battering against the huge, modern windows of the lobby.

Peering out into the street for her familiar black car, sudden realisation sank into her. Lena coughed miserably into her arm, wanting to cry once again. Earlier that day she’d given her driver the day off. She hadn’t felt nearly as shitty as she did now, and she was dreadfully regretting that decision now.

Whatever. She’d just have to call a cab. She did have uber downloaded after all. Pulling out her phone, Lena swiped across the screen before pressing on the app. It opened slower than usual, something which usually only happened when-

The screen suddenly turned off, her reflection in the black screen staring back at her, “No, no, no!” Came her cry as the dreaded no battery logo flickered onto the screen before fading once again. 

Hopelessness. Frustration. Desperation.  All these emotions fizzled up as she sank back against the lobby wall. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, her lab was empty, her phone was dead, and she couldn't find her way home. The rain outside intensified and the idea of walking made her want to curl up into a ball and cry. 

As she huddled against the wall, Lena's body shivered with chills, her fever making her temperature swing wildly. She longed for a warm blanket to wrap herself in but that wasn’t going to happen. She had to get home. She’d promised Kara she would after all. So, there was really only one choice left. She’d just have to suck it up and walk.

She peeled herself from the wall and took a step forward only to step, Lena barely had time to weakly bring her elbow up before she ducked forward into a set of itchy, draining sneezes. She wished she could’ve stopped, to turn around and go sleep on the chair in her lab but she had to go home. Kara was waiting for her.

Lena's trembling steps carried her out into the pouring rain. The downpour soaked her clothes instantly. Each drop of rain felt like icy needles against her feverish skin. She tried to shield herself with her arms as she stumbled through the wet streets, her soaked clothes clinging uncomfortably to her body.

Her mind was foggy, and she struggled to remember the way. In reality it should’ve been only a 30-minute walk at most but her usual sharp and analytical mind was left compromised by the fever, leaving her feeling disoriented and lost as she stumbled her way through the dark and slippery streets.

At times, she had to lean against buildings or park benches to catch her breath and steady herself. The world around her seemed to spin chaotically, and her vision blurred but not once did she think about stopping.

As Lena continued her slow and determined journey, she could feel her energy draining rapidly. The world around her became a blur of colours and shapes, and the rain seemed to pound harder against her weakened body. Just as she was about to collapse, a familiar figure zoomed through the rain and landed in front of her, catching her in her arms.

"Lena? Lena! Oh my god, what are you doing out here? I was so worried about you!” Kara exclaimed, her eyes filled with both worry and relief as both women sank to the floor, Lena held firmly in her arms, “I’ve been looking all over for you! Rao, you’re soaked. What on earth are you doing out in this weather.”

"I... I had to come home," Lena managed to say, her voice barely audible above the rain she found herself sinking further into Kara’s arms as they held her close, “H-had no driver, needed to walk.” She spluttered off into an awful sounding cough prompting the Kyrptonian to pull her cape closely around her in a futile effort to warm the shivering Luthor up.

“Oh love.” Kara sighed as Lena muffled another exhausting sneeze against her, too drained to care about etiquette right now, “We’re gonna get you home, okay? God, forbid you get pneumonia for being outside like this.”

The following hour or so was a blur. She’d felt Kara raise her up in her arms as she flew them home. Her eyes felt too heavy to keep open as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She’d vaguely remembered being ushered into a warm shower.  The feeling of the warm water hitting her feverish skin as she sat down against the tiled floor was uncomfortable to say the least, but she was so, so cold that she welcomed it with ease. Then there was Kara. She’d stayed by her side, keeping her sitting upright under the water despite her still being clothed herself before gently hoisting Lena up and draping a soft, warm cotton towel around her once the water had stopped.

The next thing she knew, Lena was tucked into bed adorned in a pair of soft pyjamas and a thick blanket was placed over the duvet.

She was about to call out for Kara when her breath hitched and she was just barely able to turn her head before sneezing into the sheets, “Hh’itshu! H.hH’tshh!”

“Oh love, bless you.” Came the warm, soft voice of her girlfriend as she came into the room with a box of tissues in hand and a bottle of NyQuil in the other along with another small box of something she didn’t recognise, “Here baby, use these.” She offered, placing the box onto the top of the blankets.

“I’m glad I found you when I did, that fever of yours is no joke. I was really worried about you Lee.” Kara whispered as she came to slide into the empty side of the bed, welcoming Lena in as she budged closer towards her.

“I’m sorry.” The Luthor rasped, her voice was entirely gone now and if it wasn’t for her girlfriend’s super hearing, she probably wouldn’t have heard her at all.

“No, now is not the time for apologies. You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” She replied, running her hand through the ravenette’s hair, “Poor girl, you must feel awful, hm?”

Lena only managed a nod in reply before giving into the burning in her chest as she coughed thickly into the Kyrptonian’s side.

Kara sighed, moving her hand away so she could rub the Luthor’s back as she wheezed, “Here baby, do you think you could take this for me? I promise it’ll help you feel better.” She asked before taking the NyQuil and pouring out a dose and handing it to her.

She took the medicine without a fuss and as she did so, Kara opened the second small box and pulled out a small blue gel sheet before laying it carefully along Lena’s sweat soaked brow. It was cool, comforting so and it felt amazing against the heat settled deep into her skin.

Soon enough, the medicine began to take effect and her eyelids grew heavy as the pull of sleep tugged at her, luring her in. Kara continued to hold her close as the youngest Luthor gave in and allowed herself to fall into a soft sleep, finally able to fully rest.

Tomorrow was bound to be stressful, there was no doubt she’d have to skip work. In fact, she had no business being in work for the rest of the week. But she wouldn’t be alone. After all, she had Supergirl by her side and she wasn’t just a hero. Kara was her girlfriend.

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babybluebex · 2 years

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tiny kisses with bat!eddie. ALSO! imagine him writing with a pencil that he cant get a good hold on and someone (probably steve or dustin) says "how did your handwriting improve?"

it takes him five entire minutes to write out a shaky "fuck you" -🪸

tiny kissies with bat!eddie!!! kissing his lil head and he chirps and nestles into your neck and you know he's happy

and eddie squeaking to you that he has something to tell dustin and grappling with a pen for a good 5 minutes just for it to say fuc u and dustin rolls his eyes "really? i waited for that?"

#bex answers #🪸 anon #bat!eddie

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livinwa · 6 months

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Fuc kyou highlighter pen doodles

And hands

And concept art for something called the smelter suit

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lavender-verse · 18 days

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still thinking about sahara scar eating grian out from under his desk, but now i’m thinking about vex form scar having a much thicker tongue, and grian having to figure out how to not make any noises while scar fucks him open with said tongue dkksdk bonus points scar caressing and leaving little marks on his thighs with his claws, the slight pain with his pleasure making grian a mess

you’re so real for this one anon. esp the thicker tongue??? scar’s getting a good grade in taking his husband apart, mhm mhm

I meant to answer this days ago but school got in the way. anyway. have this LOL

Grian’s pen moves across the page in little spurts, the man squinting down at the paper before him. To anyone walking by he looks deep in thought as he burns holes into the budgeting for Sahara. Which isn’t too far off, but it isn’t the entire truth.

The rest of the truth is under his desk, and currently holding his legs apart.

Scar’s decided to up his antics today, unleashing his vex form on Grian. Something that Grian doesn’t mind when they’re alone. But his two coworkers are currently in the next room, and Grian doesn’t want them to walk in on his husband tongue fucking him.

He feels Scar’s thick tongue lick at his entrance, making him shudder. “Scar,” he mutters, squeezing the pen in his hand. His husband purrs in response, the sound vibrating against him, causing him to jolt in pleasure.

Enjoying his reaction, Scar presses onward, slowly slipping his tongue inside Grian. The feeling makes Grian freeze in place, a choked noise being yanked from him. It’s akin to that of Scar’s fingers in him, but not quite. He feels Scar slowly move his tongue in and out, lapping at him. “O-Oh, oh fuck,” he hisses out, trying to keep himself quiet. Yet Scar doesn’t share this goal, as he pokes deeper into Grian, sucking at his clit in the process. “Fuck!” he cries, louder than intended.

His breath hitches, ears straining for any sounds from outside. Scar doesn’t seem to care much, as he licks at Grian’s walls, moving his tongue in and out. Grian takes measured breaths, biting his lip to keep any loud noises muffled. He pants at the feeling of Scar’s mouth on him, making him whine. “S-Scaaar.” He trembles, the syllables of his name being dragged out through his quiet gasp. He feels so hot, like there’s a fire igniting inside him, furious and intense.

Scar thrusts his tongue, the thickness of it leaving Grian feeling fuller than he would with his husband’s fingers. He licks into Grian with determination, clearly wanting to create a stream of noise from him. He pushes his face closer to Grian’s heat, licking into him.

Grian drops the pen, instead bringing his hands to cover his mouth. A few weak moans spill from him, hips awkwardly jerking against Scar’s mouth. He has no idea how he’s meant to focus like this, with Scar eating him like a man starved. His tongue is merciless, lapping at him and occasionally sucking at his clit. A jolt of pleasure runs down Grian’s spine at the feeling. “S-So thick, o-oh Void Scar—” He tilts his head back just slightly, the motion pushing him away from his desk.

With this angle, he can see the way Scar looks up at him, green eyes heated and intense, loud with love and adoration.

Scar’s mouth is warm on him, tongue like molten lava as it moves in him. Grian feels like he’s being swallowed whole with each stroke. It’s as if Scar has set him on fire with the way he laps at him. Each movement of his vexed tongue leaves Grian breathless. He’s trying so hard to be quiet so Mumbo and Iskall don’t hear them, but Scar doesn’t seem to care about that.

“G-Good boy, shit Scar, please—” he whines, weak to the relentless attention his husband gives him. He feels his wings twitching in pleasure, tense and flared out.

Slipping one hand into his lap, Grian tangles his fingers in Scar’s hair. He presses him closer as he feels Scar grab his thighs, claws digging into his skin. “Yes, yes, c’mon,” he pants, trembling. Scar’s literally fucking him open with tongue, and Grian can hardly think straight. “You feel so good, ah, ah, yes.”

He can feel Scar’s clawed nails press and dig lightly into his skin, sending little shocks of pleasure running through Grian’s body. He quiets a weak warble as Scar lovingly caresses his skin, sucking at his clit once more. Grian jolts in response, fingers tightening lightly in Scar’s hair. “Please, please, please,” he begs, breathless. “Love — ah — love you so much, S-Scar.”

Tenderly, ever so softly, Grian feels three taps of Scar’s claws against his thigh. He laughs a little in return, the sound breaking off into a strangled noise as Scar licks at him, thick tongue taking the time to rub against his sweet spot.

A high pitched keen leaves Grian as he tries to pull himself back, but Scar doesn’t let him get very far. He drags him close by his grip on Grian’s thighs, claws digging into his skin. Scar’s hold on him is tight, strong. He can’t pull back even if he wanted to (not that he does). His chair creaks as Scar leans forward, pulling Grian closer.

Scar chases right toward Grian’s release, and Grian has to forcefully cover his mouth to prevent himself from getting too loud. It doesn’t prevent every noise from spilling out, as his weak moans still leak through.

His body feels so warm, all wrapped up tight with tension.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” Grian moans, trying to move his hips back against Scar’s mouth. His moans are breathy, as silent as he can make them. “Gonna cum on your tongue, oh, please Scar.” His lovely husband slips in a finger to push him over the edge, earning a warbled gasp from Grian.

Scar moves his finger in time with his tongue, adding to the thickness plunging within Grian. He stiffens, body going tight as he grabs at Scar with both hands. The angle is a little awkward with him on his chair like this, but he desperately works himself back against Scar’s tongue, panting and whining.

“Please, p-please make me cum, ‘m so close Scar, ngh,” he moans, and Scar gives him exactly what he wants.

A few more thrusts of his tongue and finger leave Grian spilling over, Scar’s name a warbled cry on his lips. “S-Scar, fuck, t-thank you, thank y-you—“ Grian squeezes his eyes shut with another quiet noise, hands still tangled in Scar’s hair. He hangs his head, shuddering as Scar works him through his orgasm.

Slowly does Scar stop his movements, gently extracting himself from the trembly avian before him. He smiles up at the man lovingly, moving farther out from under his desk to properly lean up on his knees. He reaches for Grian’s face as he slots their lips together, kissing him.

Grian’s nose scrunches as he tastes himself on Scar’s tongue, but otherwise melts into the action. His hands slip down to Scar’s shoulders as they exchange a few soft kisses.

Neither of them speak as Grian catches his breath, content to feel Scar’s lips against his own. He sighs quietly in content, holding onto as much of Scar as he can.

Eventually pulling apart, Scar moves to lean his arms on Grian’s lap, resting his head there. “I love you,” Scar murmurs to him. “Did you like the surprise?” He sticks his now human tongue out playfully.

“You are a threat to my safety, you know that?” Grian teases in return. “I didn’t get any work done because someone wanted to try and get information.”

Scar grins up at him, “Did it work?”

Grian hums, pretending to think about it. “Hmmm, no.” Scar playfully pouts at him. “But I might be open to some more… persuasion at home.” He grins, idly dragging a hand through Scar’s soft hair. “And yes, I thoroughly enjoyed the surprise, however distracting it might have been.”

#letters #secret husbands #scrn #🪻writing

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