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aouiaa · 29 days

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Loser!Ellie Hcs

Imagining Loser! Ellie who makes fart noises with her mouth when you bend down to pick up something, and makes fun of you for “farting.”

“Ewww, that one was nasty!”

A scoff leaves your mouth as you stand up, looking back to send a death stare her way to which makes her walk over to you, giggling.

“It’s okay, everyone farts.” she says with a cheeky grin.

An eye roll from you further causes Ellie to full on laugh and wrap her arms around your waist, pressing kisses to your neck.

She would be so silly with it too. Finding different ways to comment on you “farting.”

“That’s some narly tooting there, babe.”

“Woof, another left the cannon!” she says, pinching her nose while actually fanning the air to shooing away the smell as if it was real.

“A bomb just dropped, take cover!”

Imagining Loser! Ellie who invites you over to her house when you first started dating to review her concerningly large comic book collection.

“How many do you have?!” you exclaim, looking over the many boxes filled with comics.

“I had to do some things to acquire such items that I rather not corrupt your mind with.” she says in a rather poor attempt of sounding suspicious and menacing.

“God, you’re such a loser! you laugh, and watch as Ellie immediately drops the act and turns into a big giant tomato.

A little shy “no” leaves her lips to which makes you smile and lean over to kiss her, “It’s okay, you’re my loser.”

Imagining Loser! Ellie who also has a smaller collection of space related books than the rather getting out-of-hand comic collection.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who has the deadliest grip over the last chicken while sending a death stare your way when you do that one trend on her to see if she’d grab her phone instead.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who’s laughing to the point there’s tears in her eyes when she suggested the both of you paint each other. And when revealed, hers was very detailed and while yours…’was insteresting.’ Ellie’s words…

Imagining Loser! Ellie who makes fun of people who dress “cringe”, but also wears this.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who write love songs for you in her little journal of hers and even plays them on her guitar. You’ve even caught her once.

Upon walking into your home, you hear muffled talking or singing. Presuming it’s Ellie, you walk into the room to see her with gutiar in hand. Immediately when she sees you she stops what she’s doing and look up, her face turning red.

“Oh—shit, you’re home early…” she says, laughing nervously, settling her guitar aside and greeting you with a hug and kiss as usual.

A little laugh leaves your lips as you reciprocate the greeting and ask, “What were you doing?”

She pulls away from the embrace and looks down upon hearing the question. Playing with her pinky and ring finger, she responds, “Oh, ya’ know—just…playing.”

“Just playing? But I heard you singing.”

An audible gulp is heard from the nervous girl as she looks up at you, “I was writing a song.” she finally admits.

A wave of surprise washed over you, “Oh—wow. Can…I hear it?”

“Uhh, maybe later..”

You chuckle and nod, “Alright then, my little musician. You can work on!” you quip.

A nervous smile presents itself on Ellie’s lips, “Shut up.”

Loser! Ellie who does let you listen to the song, but is stuttering and messing up the whole time!—Poor girl, you make her nervous :(—To which earns her a kiss on the cheek and a “You got this, baby. Just relax” To which she actually does! She Some might say it was the kiss that did it.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who has a special spot in her journal filled with doodles of you.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who has multiple unfinished paintings of you that with time will be finished, just has to find time in her super busy schedule—that consists of sleeping and bothering you—to finish them.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who sleeps with stuffed animals.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who HAS to absolutely listen to music when doing anything, literally doesn’t matter it could be showering, dishes, getting ready, etc. There’s music playing.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who’s a big ‘Savage Starlight’ nerd and actually at some point sent in one of her best fanart to the official insta page, but never got a response. :(

But the girl can’t take failure as an option and is still hopeful saying, “They’ll open my message…eventually.” with a sad little huff.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who’s screaming from the bathroom when she actually gets a response back!

You knock frantically on the door to realize it when she’s opens the phone and you’re met with her phone being shoved into your face, “Look, Look, Look!”

A slightly irritated sigh leaves your lips as you look at Ellies phone—which has mysterious residue stains on it—and see the instagram post.

Once reading the caption praising Ellie for her work, you look up from the phone and at her, “I thought you were getting killed, Ellie! God…”

“Aweeee, you care about me?” she says, putting her hands on her chest.

“No, I came to make sure they finished the job.” you reply with a cheeky grin.

“Oh wow…well in that case, gimme my phone and get out!” she frowns.

You roll my eyes playfully and chuckle, giving back her phone, “Make sure to flush.” you say, closing the door.

“That was one time!” you hear a muffled shout.

Imagining Loser! Ellie whose phone is filled with multiple pictures of you. Some of you, sleeping, doing chores around the house, cooking—and some with you seeming to be yelling at her in the photo for not helping, and terrible pictures of you that you beg her to delete, but she protests saying they’re “beautiful” to her.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who steals your chapstick since she always loses her’s within a few days of having it.

“Ellie?” you call out, searching in your nightstand for your chapstick.

“Yeah, babe?” you hear her voice become more clearly as she walks into the bedroom.

“Have you seen my chapstick? My lips are terribly dry…” you huff, unable to find it in your clutter.

“Uhh, no.”

*Imagine her in the background, sneakily swiping your chapstick back and forth on her lips as you annoyedly rummage through your stuff for it.* LMAOOO

Imagining Loser! Ellie who does feel bad and buys you a ten pack of chapstick, stealing one of course for herself.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who buys those princess or even soda chapstick ones.

(Okay i’ll stop talking about chapsticks…😭)

Imagining Loser! Ellie who seems to never drink water, but instead drinks like Arizona, Dr. Pepper, or Canada-dry, etc.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who’s rather disgusting when eating. Having dried up residue on the side of her mouth from dinner which was hours ago only to lick it off.

“Mmm, that burger was good.”

“You’re disgusting.”

Imagining Loser! Ellie who sometimes, but not all the time, thinks about how lucky she is/was to get—or “pull” as she says to her friends—someone like you.

Loser! Ellie who loves you for loving her despite her quirks!

How you can help Palestine, Why you shouldn’t support tlou/ buy the remastered, Educate yourself, #FREEPALESTINE.

a/n; Who wants Dina or Abby hcs? 🤭

Perm taglist: @elliesprettygirl, @dyk3ang3l, @ellies2fingers, @r3starttt, @slut4mascss, @k1ssesworld

Ellie Only fics: @herelieskrisy, @mikellie , @slaysksmska, @mina-281, @teawithnosugar, @kitkatkittycat111

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lonelynight13 · 6 months

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Doodles part 2

So in my story? my timeline? or whatever it is called. Liu Kang's birthday is 19 Nov Although a lot of drama and problems and some silly days may exist in this story, everyone in this timeline leads a happy life.

He could be depressed I mean...his life is so terrible

Judging from the model he lost his butt and got thinner yeah? I think he eats less cus you know,,, Liu is still the same size and probably even bigger than his young self while Lao doesn't

Lin[Haruka]: Master, did you know that my little brother will marry at the end of the year? Lao: Ah, yes...Jin told me about that. I congrats to your brother Lin: He also told me to invite you too Lao: unfortunately. you do know that it is not the monks' duty, especially for me who is not your family. I will send Kung Jin for that. Lin: Who the heck cares? scold me later if you want! I want you to go and you must go!! Let's go get a suit tailored!!

Lin[Haruka]: Master Liu, please excuse me Liu: what... Lin: please come to my brother's wedding pretty please, please... Let's go get a suit tailored Liu: and where would you get the money from, huh? Lin: the temple money, sir... Liu: Oh... come here! we need to talk.

Lao: That damn child! Liu: Mmm...this looks good on me Lin: Would you mind if I braid your hair? Lao: DO not touch my hair! Lin: you are so grumpy when you get old Liu: Is that your suit? Long: Yes, sir. I'm quite handsome am I not? Liu: How cheeky of you

Haruka[Lin]: you got a problem with me, Shirai Ryu? Takeda: (doesn't want to argue with his big sister that much) what? what's wrong with Shirai Ryu? Does it bother your dad that much? (Thai curse like your mom joke) Haruka: oh you wanna play like this huh? YOUR DAD!! Takeda: Your damn dad Haruka: your fucking dad Kenshi: Children, what are you saying? both: not now, papa!

old men learn how to use phone comics soon

#mkx #kung lao #liu kang #MKATUS #duanlong #linharuka #johnny cage #kenshi #kenshi takahashi #mk kitana #kitana #jax briggs #takeda takahashi #kung jin #mortal kombat oc

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meowzfordayz · 4 months

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this morning

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~700

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

You hate being woken up early, sitting up in alarm thinking it’s past noon, then checking your phone and realizing it’s only 8am. Usually, the blinds are closed. But this morning is different. This morning is steeped in pale rose and lavender, hints of peach clinging to the underside of clouds as the sun slowly rises, light shining softly into the bedroom. Winter mornings may be colder, but they’re also more tender — a gentle, drowsy caress of circadian rhythm, so unlike the bright and eager mornings of summer or spring.

“Sanemi?” you rasp, eyes still closed as you rouse your limbs, body gradually registering the lack of heat beside you.

You aren’t concerned. It’s Monday anyway, and while you work later in the day, your husband does not.

Groggy, you force yourself to sit upright, back supported by a plethora of pillows as your gaze drifts to the bedside table. He usually leaves a note, or a silly doodle (he’s the greatest artist you’ll ever know), or sometimes just a glass of water. Nothing today. You shrug off the odd sensation of his absence, stretching with a mangled yawn as you resist the urge to pick up your phone. Maybe he texted? But you aren’t panicked. Nope. You’re sleepy and calm. Everything is fine. Perhaps he shaved this morning and left in a hurry, or got distracted cleaning the kitchen after cooking himself breakfast. Sometimes he forgets you remind yourself It’s not like he has to say goodbye.

You do vaguely recall him murmuring Good morning to your mostly unconscious figure, a careful kiss pressed to your forehead as the sheets were tucked neatly under your chin. Shh he’d whispered, tapping your cheek with an adoring look You don’t need to get up yet. So you hadn’t. You’d snuggled deeper into the mattress, a slurred Morning-love-you barely audible as he’d left the room, the door not quite closed behind him.

“You’re awake.”

You shriek.

“Well fuck,” Sanemi snorts, gleaming with amusement, doorway framing his shower tousled hair and plain white shirt, grey sweatpants slung lazy around his hips, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You’re at work!” you exclaim accusingly, heartbeat spiking at his presence.

He grins easily, making his way toward the edge of the bed.

“It’s Monday!” your arms would be flapping if you weren’t so confused, “Are you sick? Why aren’t you resting?!”

“You forgot,” he remarks wryly, reaching a familiar palm to your knee, squeezing you through the blankets.

“No,” you snap, “You forgot!”

Brow furrowing, he hesitates, “What exactly did I forget?”

And then your face warms, suddenly petulant as you grab for his hand, bringing his knuckles to your mouth. You blow gently, nuzzling your lips against the faint moisture before pouting.

“Tosaygoodbye.”

Unfortunately, he is your husband, and he understands your mumble-speech like no other.

“Seriously?” he’s grinning again, like he knows a secret that you aren’t yet privy to.

“Yes,” you huff, shooting him a glare, “Not to be clingy, but to be totally clingy, I really appreciate when you write me little notes and stuff.”

“You’re so dumb,” he sighs, ignoring your indignant squawk as he continues to say, “It’s literally your birthday you idiot. I took today off.”

Oh. Oh! Oh!!

Your shock evident by your silence, Sanemi leans over to peck your cheek, winking as he dips lower to nip at your jaw.

“Reservations for breakfast are in two hours. You can stay here or join me on the couch until then.”

“And what about my job?” you finally blurt, “I didn’t request time off.”

He shrugs, “That’s fine,” brimming with smugness as he drawls, “What I dropped off should be enough to convince your boss to let you go home early. And dinner’s on me,” grazing your earlobe with his teeth as he smiles, “Dessert too. Definitely dessert.”

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Despite his thinly veiled warning, you are not prepared for the mass of flowers awaiting you at your job, a handwritten card accompanying the arrangement as you search frantically for your phone, already determined to call Sanemi and sob demand to know when he became so romantic (happily, of course).

#sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #shinazugawa x reader #wind hashira #drabble #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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pinkynana · 1 year

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the girl code of don't get with your friend's ex never implied to you. you always thought that since it's her ex, it shouldn't be bothering her. they broke up. it's not your fault jaemin replied to every snapchat story you uploaded.

warnings/tags: phone sex, guided masturbation, orgasm denial, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, daddy kink, nickname "bunny", breast play, just jaemin being obsessed with reader's boobs, big cock jaemin, reader being a very bad friend.

taglist: @matchahyuck @jaemjunie @babyjenono @woniebuns @jenoleeaesthetic @jaeymark @ishireads @thegracerammy @jyowui @jiminsfiilter (can't tag last two accs)

you walked around the frat house trying to look for anyone that you knew so you don't look like a loser all alone at a party. the searching didn't go for long since you made a quick eye contact with jaemin who was standing in the kitchen of that very frat house. you didn't know know him. you just know the fact that he was your classmate, chaeryeong's ex boyfriend.

you always saw him walking with chaeryeong to class. and sometimes at the library, having their cute library dates even though all they did were doodling hearts in each other's notebook.

you didn't know why they broke up despite everyone saying they were the definition of relationship goals. that didn't bother you because what's important is that he's single and you never cared about girl code. you weren't close with chaeryeong anyway. not that being close to her would stop you.

"hi! jaemin, right?" you held his shoulder as if you've known this man for ages. "yeah! and you're… ___?" he hesitated. though it lowkey made you irritated that he hesitated meaning that he never really paid attention to you. but you brushed it off, trying to understand that it's because he was in a relationship and you two never really interacted.

"do you know if the drinks are safe? i drove here so i don't really want any alcohol or whatever other stuff people do here." boring topic to start the conversation but it would work.

"hmm, actually i'm not so sure." he said, looking down at his cup. "i can get you sealed drinks though. you want that?" he suggested.

you smiled at him. "you're so sweet. i'd appreciate that."

"be right back." not even a minute later, jaemin came back with a bottle of sparkling water. he opened up the cap for you before handing it over. you took it in and started drinking.

"how's everything?" you started the conversation but he just shrugged. "cool. not too cool but still bearable. and you?"

"i got stood up." you made that up on the spot. "was supposed to come to this party with someone. but now he's not even answering my texts." your fingers fidgeted with the water bottle.

"he's stupid. how could someone ever leave a hot girl like you?" he made deep eye contact with you when he said that. it made you shiver. jaemin is definitely not like most guys you played with.

"i'm hot?"

"pfft, as if you need me to ensure that." he smirked.

"no." you shook your head. "but it still feels good to hear it." both of you then went silent as you stared at each other. you couldn't tell if it's sexual tension or another type of tension. neither of you looked away from each other's eyes. jaemin leaned closer to you, trying to match your height.

but then you were pulled away from the kitchen. of course, it was chaeryeong herself.

"what do you think you're doing?" your classmate frowned. "trying to get dick." you replied, unamused with her behavior.

"that's my ex." she said that as if you didn't know. "okay, and?"

"____, why are you doing this to me? i'm your friend. did i do something wrong to you?" she crossed her arms against her chest, huffing in frustration. she sounded crazy to you while you sounded crazy to her.

"you didn't, chaeryeong."

"then?"

"then, what?"

"friends don't get with friend's exes, silly. it's girl code!" she held your sides and shook you. but you yanked her hands away. "that girl code is silly." you said before leaving her and going back to jaemin.

"you have a weird ex." you told him. "i used to think weird is cute." it made you scoff.

"weird is weird."

"anyway, enough about my weird ex. you wanna come into my room?"

"you live here? this is your party?" you actually forgot how the hell you were even invited in the first place. you forgot who invited you. which is why you struggled to look for a friend earlier.

"i live here, yes. my party, no. hyunjin's party." hyunjin? sounds like one of the men you've played around with. but who's listing?

"so, my room?" he smiled confidently to you so of course you had to take his hand and let him guide you to his room. it was probably the tidiest room a man could ever have. you've entered countless men's rooms but jaemin's room is probably the only one you'd rate five stars.

he had a bunk bed with a table instead of another bed underneath. his room was spacious enough to have a two seater couch as well. needless to say, you were impressed.

"i don't wanna go home tonight." you told him.

"then don't. "

you probably shouldn't have said that because you didn't mean that you wanted to have sex with him. you mean that his room was so cozy to you that you wanted to stay longer.

"oh, but i-"

"will you let me kiss you now?" he cut you off. it's one of the most annoying things a man could do but you ignored it. he stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"jaemin, i don't want sex."

"no problem with me. just want to kiss you now. so do i get to?"

you sighed. pathetic. he must be thinking that he could convince you into having sex with him later. "yes, you get to." you're way smarter than that.

so he finally crashed his lips on yours, pulling you closer to him by your waist. he made sure that both of your bodies were touching each other, not letting even an inch of space in between you. the way he kissed you felt like he's been staving himself just for this moment.

"sit down." he whispered and you realized that you had a couch behind you. so you sat.

he moved you so you'd lie down on his couch, continuing to give you kisses on your mouth. you felt him sucking you and tasting your tongue on his. one of his hands came up from your waist to squeeze one of your boobs. it made you push him away softly.

"jaemin, i thought i said no sex." you whined, slightly hitting his shoulder. "we're not, cutie. i'm just touching you."

he thinks you're so dumb, huh. you're not gonna let him touch you at all because of that.

"jaemin, i'm sleepy already." it's barely past midnight. you usually sleep at 2.

"we can cuddle while i sleep though. no touching my intimate parts, please." you blinked at him innocently.

he thinks for a second before agreeing with your terms. you asked him for a more comfortable sleepwear since you were wearing a party dress. he gave you his baseball jersey that you never knew he had.

you didn't even turn around or ask him to turn around when you changed. you took off your dress and bra, flashing your tits to jaemin as if he wasn't there. the very tits you didn't let him touch. he realized that you're teasing him. you didn't care. that's for thinking he could manipulate you. you do the manipulating around here.

"let's go to bed!" you said excitedly, climbing up his stairs to his top bed. he followed after you, taking the spot behind you, thinking he'd be spooning you. but you weren't letting that happen.

once he laid down behind you, you turned around so that you're facing him. "no touching." you reminded him.

the next morning, you uploaded a selfie on jaemin's bed, still in his arms. his face didn't show but chaeryeong could recognize him perfectly.

"how could you??!!!" you read chaeryeong's text but you didn't bother replying.

you tapped jaemin's face a few times to wake him up. it made him stir a little but not actually waking up. you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

when you tried to get up and only then jaemin rose from his sleep. "where are you going?" his morning voice was sexy, you'd love to stay and have morning sex with him. but you decided that he didn't deserve that.

"i have morning class." you told him. you gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and his lips. "i'll text you, okay? bye."

just like that, you left his room.

yena gave you a nasty look when you asked for jaemin's number from her. you knew that yena's way closer to chaeryeong than you are. she's gotta have it. but with the attitude she's having right now, you doubt that it's possible for her to give it to you.

"you made my best friend cry and you expect me to do you a favor." the girl scoffed.

you didn't understand why chaeryeong would cry over this. did she expect jaemin to never find anyone else to fuck? surely, she's not that stupid, right? so why is it so wrong that you're sleeping with jaemin?

"not my fault jaemin liked my tits." you said, which made yena scoff even louder. "you little-"

"enough, yena. i'll talk to her myself." chaeryeong appeared. "follow me." you hoped that she'd give his number to you herself.

when the two of you were behind the stairs of the building, she started to speak. "are we friends?"

"i guess so." you shrugged. "then why-" she inhaled. "why would you go for my ex? friends don't do that."

"why?"

"because! it's the rules."

"what rules?"

"rules of friendship."

"you made that up."

"no, i didn't!" she crossed.

"___, that guy hurt my feelings just a few weeks ago. me. your friend! he dumped me over text! so why would you betray me by sleeping with him?" you still don't get the part where this is supposedly betrayal of friendship. you don't get why chaeryeong is crying in front of you, begging you to stay away from her ex.

"chaeryeong, why is it so wrong to fuck a friend's ex? i'm still trying to understand that." you were being completely honest with her but she thinks that you were being an asshole to her.

"all i ever did was be nice to you." well, she did help you cover up for skipping class once. and she always shared her baked goods with you. she also would always be the first to notice if you changed something about your hair.

but then again you never asked her to do any of those.

you waited for her to finish. "have you no shame? after all i've done for you." she gritted her teeth and held her fist.

"we're no longer friends." that was the last sentence she said before leaving.

you were still confused on what wrong you did.

no worries, you could look for jaemin's social media accounts and text him there instead of his number.

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you adjusted your story settings so only jaemin could see it. even if it was a simple pic of your coffee, jaemin would reply to it. let alone those thirst traps of you exposing your cleavage.

show me more

what would you like?

anything you want to give

give me your number

i wanna hear your voice

of course, cutie

"hello?" you hear him from your phone speaker. "hi." you said sweetly.

"what's my little bunny doing?" he asked. you chuckled before answering. "getting ready for bed. wanna know what i'm wearing?"

"tell me, bunny."

"nothing." you answered, quickly.

"hmm?"

"i'm only wearing my panties, jaem." it made him laugh softly. "didn't let me fuck you yet you're playing this game?" you could just imagine the kind of face he's pulling. probably cocking an eyebrow right now.

"this isn't fucking."

"alright. so what are you thinking of?"

"tell me what to do with my body, jaemin. my roommate isn't home. i can moan as loud as you want me to."

"you're gonna be a good bunny for me?"

you nod your head, forgetting that he can't see you. "yes, jaem. all good for you."

"rub your clit, cutie." he could hear your moans so he believes that you're doing as he says. "no fingers inside, okay? just play with your clit."

"don't you wish i was the one touching you there, bunny?" his words let out a whine from you that made him chuckle.

"now take your hand away from your pussy." your whining was telling jaemin that you were still touching your pussy.

he clicked his tongue. "you said you want to be my good bunny. do you want me to just hang up?"

"it's out, jaemin." you sighed.

"suck your fingers for me." he waited for a moment. "are they in?"

"yes, jaemin."

"if they were, i wouldn't understand you."

"hyesh, nyaemim."

"suck on them real good for me. that's it. that's more like it. now, i know sluts like you have your toys. tell me what you have and go get it." he sounded so bossy to you. sure, he's being a dom but it still irritated you. "i have my vibrator." you admitted and grabbed it as fast as you could.

"turn it on, bunny." you turned it on and put it on your pussy. you started moaning from the pleasure. "did i tell you to use it, slut?"

fuck. you're gonna hate it if he edged you.

no no no no. you always have your way. he may think he's the dom but really, you're in charge. you have to make sure you're always in charge. no man should have his way with you. he should only have his attention on you.

so you started to whine and beg. "jaemin, please. i've been good. really need to cum. i'll let you record this phone call. you can keep hearing me moan for you. don't you want that, jaemin? have me cum just from your voice? have my moans all to yourself."

"fuck, such a slut. fine then, spread your legs wide and put your vibrator inside you. moan my name while you fuck yourself on your pathetic vibrator, wishing it was me instead."

you listened to him, slowly inserting the vibrator into your hole. you enjoyed the pain so you don't even adjust to it, immediately thrusting it in and out of you like the slut that jaemin called you.

"put your phone on speaker so you can still hear me when you have it next to your pussy." he could hear how wet you were through the phone, cursing to himself. you know he's fucking his fist now and you can't help but picture how big his dick is.

should you turn this phone sex to video call sex?

"are you close, bunny?"

maybe not.

you whimpered for him when you fucked your toy inside you even faster. "slow it down." he told you.

what the fuck? you knew he was close just as you are but he's telling you to slow the fuck down? you suspected that he'd do something so annoying, you wished you never approached this man.

so you followed his instruction, slowing down the pace and even the vibration settings. "put your phone back to your ear, bunny." you did that too.

you hear him moan your name over and over with some curse words thrown in as well. you also hear the faint noises of him jerking himself off.

until you heard nothing.

he hung up.

you blinked in confusion, looking at the post-orgasm dick pic he sent you on snapchat. "so fucking annoying." you said.

but you wouldn't deny that the way he moaned your name was fucking hot and his dick was indeed huge.

usually you'd leave the dude after one session. even if you didn't cum, you'd leave them.

but it felt unfair with jaemin. you ruined a friendship because of him. you deserve more than phone sex that didn't even make you cum. plus, you weren't even that confident that you left a big enough impression to jaemin. perhaps it's the way that he's so hot that girls throw themselves on him so he'd always get his dick wet one way or another. were you his best phone sex? maybe.

or maybe not.

you didn't like this feeling of uncertainty. which is why tonight, you'll let him fuck you. it'll be good for you too, not just him. if the rumors are true, you'd get a good dick tonight.

you texted him to meet you and that you'll treat him to dinner. luckily for you, he accepted the invitation and you were now in his car, letting him decide where you two would go. you didn't give a fuck about where you'd eat. you didn't give a fuck about eating. all you wanted was to fuck.

when he parked his car at some parking lot you were unfamiliar with, that's when you reached for his muscular arm that was still holding the steering wheel. you licked your lips as you looked at his arm then to his face. "jaemin.." he smirked.

"hmm?"

"can we…" softly, you stroked your finger on his forearm, blinking innocently to him.

"you little minx." you giggled as he adjusted your seat to the back and climbed over to you. "is this what you meant when you said you'd treat me to dinner? you're my dinner, huh, bunny?"

you nod your head while your fingers were unbuttoning his shirt one by one. "want you inside me, daddy." it came out of you naturally. it felt right to call him that for some reason. plus, he seemed to like it with the way that he's smiling at you.

"need you to strip now, bunny." you took off your shirt, flew your hands to the back to unclip your bra and threw it to the backseat. jaemin immediately started kissing and biting your breast. you noticed since the first time you met that he really adored your boobs. he sucked on your nipples and you felt his tongue licking on it. he kissed every parts of your chest, making you moan uncontrollably. you could feel yourself soaking your panties but he paid that no mind, mouth still focusing on your boobs.

"daddy. daddy, i need you. need you so bad." you pulled on his hair to get him away from your breast. he looked so hot, opened mouth with his lips moist from his own saliva, looking at you with hungry eyes. "what was that?" he didn't catch what you said to him. his lips curved into a smile when you giggled. you reached for his hand, guiding it to your wet panties underneath your miniskirt. "don't you want to fuck this wet pussy, daddy? i know you're hard down there."

"fuck." he whispered, finally taking his pants along with his underwear off and let it pool on his ankles. he pulled your skirt upper your waist and pushed your thin panties to the side. he kissed your cheek once before finally pushing his cock inside which made you gasp at the stretch. your hand gripped his shoulder as he started moving in and out of your hole. "jaemin. jaemin. jaemin. daddy, please." you weren't even sure what you were begging for. it felt so good but too much at the same time. you thought you'd be ready for how big he is but apparently not. jaemin was probably the biggest dick you've ever taken.

"feels good, bunny?"

"uh huh."

the squelching noises from your wetness were so loud to you. all the thoughts of just playing around with him were completely forgotten that very moment. if this is what it feels like to have jaemin fuck you, you wanted to feel this all the time. you couldn't stop moaning from the pleasure. he suddenly pulled one of your legs to his waist to reach deeper inside you. at this point he was breaking you apart.

"pussy's so good. you know how many times daddy's daydreamed about fucking you? having you like this all spread out for me? fuck, so much better than my imagination."

you couldn't even give him a reply. thoughts only focusing on his cock that's thrusting rapidly fast in and out of you.

"and these tits of yours. god, how could something be this perfect? you see how they bounce while daddy fucks you here? all i'll think about is this whenever i'm inside my car." his words made you smile in victory. even when he's fucking you stupid, you still managed to get him think of you when you leave him later.

"oh, does my bunny like that? like it when daddy's addicted to your perfect body? god, i wanna fuck you all day."

"yes, daddy. fuck me all you want. use me as you please. love your cock so much." you moved your other leg so both of them were wrapped around his waist.

"fuck, don't do this, bunny. daddy can't pull out if you do."

"no!" you whined. "need your cum inside me, please!" your begging caused him to laugh sadistically. he came close to your breast that he was so obsessed with, giving one of your nipples a little lick.

"if i do that then these boobs wouldn't be mine alone. i don't really wanna have that, bunny." he shook his head, his tongue following his movements as it teased your nipple.

"please, daddy. fuck your cum in me. i really need it. i don't care. i want daddy's cum inside me. wanna cum, too." you knew you were close to your high when your pussy walls were clenching around him, not wanting him to pull out of you. he moaned your name as he increased the speed of his thrust, enjoying the way your pussy feels around him.

with just a few more thrusts, you came as he followed right after. his cock buried deep inside you while he poured his cum in your cunt.

"did i do good, daddy?" you know you did but you had to hear it from jaemin himself.

"so good, bunny." he gave kisses to both of your tits. "really? better than chaeryeong?" he scoffed with his eyes rolled and an amused expression. "you think that girl who's waiting for marriage let me fuck her?"

so then again, you won. you gave jaemin the best sex he could ever get in his life. and he'll think about you everytime he drives this very car.

#00 line attention series #nct dream smut #nct smut #jaemin smut #na jaemin smut

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ellieswrldd · 9 months

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college gf!vi hcs!

college girlfriend vi headcanons (sfw & nsfw below the cut!) a/n: did this with ellie a while ago and now my brain refuses to think of anything other than vi so...

sfw: ✧ college gf!vi who calls you the most ridiculous pet names she can think of just to tease you and catch you offguard "c'mon babycakes," "babycakes? who says that?!" ...but you know you secretly love her dumb nicknames for you ♡ (even when she calls you mamas.) ✧ college gf!vi who will always hug you from behind when she gets the chance ✧ college gf!vi who will walk with you with a thumb in the belt loop of your jeans in public she claims that it's just comfortable but in reality...she does it because it makes it easier to pull you into a kiss ✧ college gf!vi who steals your phone whenever you’re not looking to change your background from the cute picture of her you had to one of her making a silly face just to mess with you ✧ college gf!vi who will shamelessly start doodling on your arm in class if she's bored you'd look down to see what she's drawing and see horrible drawings of the two of you two kissing ✧ college gf!vi who will agree to study sessions in the library to keep you focused, but will stare at you the entire time, a small smirk on her lips as she fiddles with a pen ✧ college gf!vi who loves to sleep in sooo late and you literally have to spam her with texts and calls when you see she isn't in class five minutes early like you always tell her to be ✧ college gf!vi who would prefer to spend her friday nights in your dorm, but will accompany you to any party if you ask because she cannot sit still knowing you're partying alone nsfw:

✧ college gf!vi who will text you as soon as her roommate is out, begging you to come over and help her "relieve some stress" ✧ college gf!vi who is so loud in bed, whether she's the one giving you pleasure or the one receiving (because that girl is a switch at heart) vi is whimpering and moaning your name you worry that she'll bother the people in the dorms next door but they always seem too intimidated by her to say anything ✧ college gf!vi who is always desperate to fuck because both of your schedules are so busy with school and work that she can't control herself around you :( ✧ college gf!vi who will fuck you so hard in the bathroom of a frat house during a party because she's so ticked off by all the looks you're getting in your cute outfit imagine she's got you bent over the sink, facing the mirror while she pounds her strap into you, your slick dripping down your thighs as you near your third orgasm she's whispering incoherently in your ear, gripping so tightly on your hips you're sure there's going to be bruises of her fingers, all while some overplayed party song from the 2000s is blasting throughout the frat house "look at yourself, so fuckin' pretty-" she says in between low groans and directs your gaze to the mirror. "you're m-mine, all mine..." vi would mumble as she rests her head on your shoulder and when you whisper "all yours, vi" in between choked moans, well, she cums so hard she forgets where you are

✧ college gf!vi who offers to help you study for a test you've been stressing over for weeks and says that if you get the right answer, she'll reward you, but if you're wrong, she'll edge you until you have the term engraved in your memory ♡ "sorry, that's not the right answer.." she sighs looking up from the flashcard she was quizzing you with "w-what? i could've sworn that-" "well, it's not what you wrote, so," vi whispers as she runs a finger up your aching slit and tossed the flashcard to the floor you stuttered out a different answer and looked up at her with wide, teary eyes. "please, please let me cum, please..."

despite how much she wants to make you cum, she shakes her head. vi said she was here to help you study, and you got the answer wrong, you wouldn't be allowed to cum until you got it right. "i can't let you cum until you get it right, cupcake, guess again," she mutters and starts rubbing your needy clit again just to stop as soon as she sees you nearing your orgasm :(

tags: @ellabsprincess

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pisupsala · 8 months

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I wish I could control my dreams because a 30 year old with colorful stationary with glittery gel pens sounds like way more fun lol

Ps- he was an ass but he had his moments. I will deny any attraction if asked lol

I can't control your dreams either, dear anon, but I can write you a small drabble~ enjoy ✨ [no warnings, only fluff and glitter gel pens] ***

You are the only person Bradley knows with a pen holder in their house—a filled, regularly used pen holder, no less. The container itself is nothing special, just one of those black metal mesh cups you’ll find at any office supply store, sitting on the corner of your desk. It’s deceptive in its simplicity. It’s filled to the brim with a colorful selection of pens of all different types, although Bradley never paid much mind to it. He generally has no need to write things down—he has his phone, doesn’t he?

The first time he notices is when he meets you for dinner one evening after work; you’ve only been seeing each other for a few months. Everything is fresh and new, and you’re still learning about each other. You are dressed in the regular muted colors you wear to the office—understated, elegant. Deceptive in its simplicity. As you lean into him, hand on your chin, the sparkle in your eye as you look at him lovingly isn’t the only thing that glitters. On the side of your hand, at the crease of your wrist, the soft light of the restaurant playfully reflects from a pink glittery smudge.

“What’s that?” Bradley inquires curiously as he gently pulls your hand toward him to inspect the smudge. The moment you notice what he’s looking at, you pull your hand back, nervously rubbing your fingers over the spot, which won’t budge.

“I must have bumped into something,” You mumble, mortified.

Bradley decides not to push you on the issue that evening, but as time passes, more parts of your glittering personality shine through. The silliness of singing together in the car, to the soft sincerity of slow-dancing in the kitchen late at night. And he keeps seeing the pale, shimmering smudges on your hands and fingers after a long day—a small reminder of the person you're really under the serious exterior you put up for work. But it takes Bradley an embarrassingly long time to figure out where those smudges are coming from; his brain seems to end up at it, probably being makeup (despite you certainly not wearing any glitter to work).

You are working late—you’re still on the phone when you climb into Bradley’s car, an annoyed look on your face, tone clipped. Your relationship is much more serious now, the months past only making your feelings deeper.

The moment your eyes meet his, you wink playfully, face breaking out into a smile. Bradley smiles back—and you have to bite your lip not to have the breath get knocked out of you. Rather, you return to your phone call, the smile immediately melting off your face as Bradley steers the car out of the company parking lot.

Digging your notebook out of your bag—a sturdy, black hardcover, you leaf through it to the page that you need, reading off the points coldly to the person on the other end of the line. Bradley glances over curiously. The page in front of you is filled with notes in simple black ink, but the margins are overflowing with patterns and doodles with what Bradley finally recognizes. It’s something buried deep inside his mind, something he hasn’t seen since the awkward days of middle school.

And suddenly, it all clicks. The smudges, the errant glitter, and even the measure of mortification that came with it: you still write with glitter gel pens. Bradley can’t help but laugh quietly as you wrap your phone call.

“What’s so funny?” You grin at him, slipping your notebook back into your bag, before you stretch languidly.

“You,” Bradley laughs.

“Really?” Smile on your face, you flip the visor down, using the small mirror to unpin your hair. “What did I do this time?”

“You are the only person that I know that still uses a notebook,” He starts, carefully monitoring your reaction from the corner of his eye. “It’s cute.” He adds.

“I remember important things better when I write them down rather than typing them,” You reply, relaxed now, smiling as you run your fingers through your hair. “It’s my secret weapon.”

“Especially when you use glitter gel pens for page decoration?” Bradley teases. A beat passes before you burst out laughing.

“It makes my day a bit more colorful,” You admit. “My work is drab enough as it is.”

“Do you send your colleagues reminders written in pretty glittery colors instead of emails?” Bradley jokes, laughing along with no.

“Absolutely not.” You defend yourself, feigning offense but unable to keep the corners of your mouth quirking up. “That’s only for truly important messages.”

“Such as?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, I never had to write one yet.”

It’s weeks later, when Bradley is away on a training mission, that he finds the small folded-up note safely tucked into the side pocket of his bag. Your neat looping script, in glittery pink, sending the most important message, meant only for him:

I love you.

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#pisu answers #im on the verge of ordering glittery gel pens #someone stop me #rooster fic #rooster x reader #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x reader

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