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audrey-emeralds · 4 months

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Smashing Diamonds

Pairing: Nate Jacobs x Fem!Reader

Summary: The well-organized party turns south for Nate when he sees his former fling just a few steps away from Maddie, with whom he recently rekindled. Deciding to stay away from her, he realizes he can't help himself after noticing what she is wearing. Word count: 2.3k (2381 words)

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, name-calling, slut shaming, degradation, fingering, a bit of choking, cursing, unprotected sex

A/n: I don't know why but I got the need to try something dirty and Nate is the perfect person to try this on. Anyway, first time really trying to get into it, so I apologize if it isn't the best. Also, I wrote this as quickly as I could, because I was afraid the writer's block was gonna get me, but thankful it did!

Friday night, a perfect time for partying. When your friend Lea first mentioned the idea, you already knew what you wanted to wear. A very transparent top and skirt, with minimal material, mostly consisting of thin stripes of diamonds. A hot look for any club.

However, Lea didn't have any club on her mind. She mentioned your friends from East Highland High.

" You remember Barbara, yeah, well she said that there was this party happening on Friday and how we should totally come. " You thought about it, not much linked you to the people from there, which seemed like a great opportunity to meet new people and face new adventures. Without any hesitation, you agreed to this party.

~~~time skip~~~

After dressing up, you gave yourself a few spins, and view your reflection from the full body mirror, admiring the shiny gems that only covered small parts of your skin.

" This is going to be epic. " You took a selfie of yourself as you heard a car honking in front of your house. Quickening your steps, you managed to pass your living room with neither of your parents taking a glance at you, knowing they wouldn't approve of the outfit.

" Damn, girl, are you trying to get knocked up?!?! " Lea let her jaw fall to the floor as you were walking towards her car.

" Hahaha, not really. " A giggle slipped through your glossy lips.

" Well, good luck trying to find a guy who will pull out in time with you like this. "

You gasped dramatically, giggling once again. " Oh my God, Lea! " She winked at you, driving away from your house and straight to the party house.

Before you even stepped into the house, a smell of weed hit your nose. Alcohol bottles were at every table, every counter, and at any corner available. The whole house was covered in purple and pink lights, pouring over the crowds, not missing a single human. Music was bombing the whole place with its beat, and you couldn't wait to get to the dancing.

You noticed that just next to the big sofa, Barbara sat on an armchair, vaping casually. Lea and you made your way over to her. She quickly saw you coming her way and stood up with open arms.

" Look who's here!! " She screamed out, even though it was barely heard due to the loud music.

" So glad you could come! " She said firstly looking at Lea and then at you. It took her 10 seconds to look at you before she commented " Obviously with a purpose! "

You laughed, smiling at her and slightly shrugging. Lea just nodded enthusiastically at her. She encourages you to give Barbara a turn, at which you initially shake your arms. However, Barbara was intrigued and kept encouraging you to do so. Giving them a mocking eye roll, you spun around with Lea holding your hand in the air.

" Well shit, you better take that ass on the dance floor. " BB clicked with her tongue.

" Oh, don't worry I will, but first I need a drink to warm up. " At your words Barbara, lead you two to the drinks, giving each of you a glass.

" In that case, drink the fuck up! "

Two and a half cups of alcohol were more than enough to make you drag yourself and Lea on the dance floor. The beat was gushing out of the speakers so loudly, you could feel it in your chest.

You completely let yourself go to the music, the freedom you were able to feel while dancing was mesmerizing. Nothing else had your focus and attention, with this addictive feeling you couldn't care less what your outfit was showing and whatnot.

Across the room, Nate was standing with his friends, as each held their cup, staring at the new girl. You.

" Fuck, who's that? " One groaned out while eyeing your body.

" Just some girl from Valley Torah High. " Nate's voice spoke as each of his friends turned to him with interest.

" Yo, Jacobs, you never told us about this one. You fucked her, right? " The same guy asked, waiting to hear confirmation. Nate looked at him quickly before, staring back at you.

" Ohhh! So where are the photos, we didn't see her yet. " Nate frowned at him, as the group of guys laughed.

" I didn't take any. " He admitted quickly. Meeting the guy's confused faces, he added. " Didn't have time. "

" I see. " The black-haired one said straightening himself up. " Well in that case we will make some. " He turned to the guy next to him, pulling out his phone and handing it to him, before deciding otherwise and giving his phone to Nate.

" I trust you will know better which angles to film. " With that, he started approaching you. Nate didn't even acknowledge the phone fully, his mind was kept on you.

The way you swayed to the song, dancing and turning. Nate had sex with you twice, firstly after meeting you at a party and the secondly when you accidentally found yourself in the same store. Expect that nothing else happened, you two barely ever talked, you knew your names but that was it.

Nate did make an effort to ask for your number, but with him getting together with Maddie once again, he didn't think of contacting you. He did, however, look at your social media, just enough to know which school you attended and who you hung out with.

Since he was on good terms with Maddie, who knows would you two ever interact again, if it wasn't for this night, that outfit, and Nate's friend.

As the guy was approaching you, Nate took the chance to look at your surroundings, seeing his girlfriend had spotted you. " Of course, she did, who fucking didn't? " He thought to himself while watching the stipes of your skirt reveal your cheeks.

The sight made him close his eyes for a second to regain his senses. The outfit was almost slutty, whorish, he thought, but yet it just made it harder for him to not start rubbing his pants.

Just before the man next to you could get to you, one of Nate's friends tried to call out to him. " Yo, you filmin' this? "

Without any hesitation, Nate dropped the damn phone, muttering under his breath " fuck this. " and fastly started making his way towards you.

His friends laughed a bit, at his reaction, waiting to see what was about to unfold. You were still in your own world when a black-haired guy spoke to you. " Hey- " not even properly starting his sentence before Nate go to him. He looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. " Thanks for borrowing me your phone, now you can go back for it, I left it with Caleb. " The taller guy said, composed and relaxed.

You stared at the two strangers, the taller one had a serious face as he spoke to the other one. " What are you talk- "

" Caleb has it. Your phone. " He cut him off, you tried to hear better what were they talking about as you leaned closer to them. The two of them just stared at each other, not matching their facial expression.

" Go. " The taller one almost whispered it to the other one's ear, who left only a second later. Just then you could recognise the man in front of you.

" Oh hey, you. Nate right? " He just nodded slowly, his eyes watching you lazily, his figure towering over you. You stared at him, awkwardly standing, feeling a bit uncomfortable since you were the only two people not dancing in the crowd.

" Come with me. " Nate said, walking away to the stairs. You followed before stopping in front of the stairs and calling after him. " For what? "

He turned to you, an annoying expression on his face, almost frustrated. " We both know why you are here, so you gonna come and get it or what? " You turned back to see Lea was drinking at the kitchen counter, before meeting your eye, you supposed she couldn't see Nate, but she knew what going upstairs meant, so with a jovial smile, she made a cheering gesture.

You laughed, acknowledging her excitement, and then followed Nate upstairs. He didn't look at the people that were there, he walked right passed them and into a room, that seemed almost fully prepared for this encounter to take place.

You went in after him, closing the door. " So you remember me? " He asked a rhetorical question. " Then you must remember what you were doing to me. " Your eyes glanced at him innocently, after all that dancing, you still felt a bit mischievous.

" I don't know Nate, am I suppose remember it? " He immediately came closer to you, almost fully, chest to chest. " You wanna play a game ha? "

" Is this what you came for? "

You preached up your lips as if you were thinking about it, locking up at him and seeing the tense position of his jaw. A lot took for you to not smile, since you knew the moment you looked down you would see how much more tension was held in his lower area. But, of course you couldn't resist to look. " Oh my. " You gasped, almost faking it. " Now I see what is stressing you out. "

Your hand automatically pushed itself on his bulge, making him bite into his lower lip. But before you could even react to that, he spun you around and pinned you on the wall. Now his covered dick almost went right into your hole, as he made the quietest groan ever.

As he held you in that position, his big hands began to rub in the inner of both of your thighs, the warmth it was creating made you push yourself into him completely out of reflex. He groaned into your ear, before sneaking one of his hands into your panties, only to rip them off you. His fingers immediately stuck themselves inside you, teasing each and every part viciously.

" Fuck, ah! " You moaned hard into the wall. He left his right hand to flick around your pussy and let his left hand reach your breasts. He easily got to them, as only the diamond stripes kept him from squeezing them firmly causing you to hiss out in a painful satisfaction.

" Fuck, yeah! Tell me how it feels. " Nate pushed his still-covered front into you, as his fingers played with your entrance, before entering into you once again.

" Oh, Nate! " You practically screamed out his name. " It feels so fucking good! " You couldn't help but drag yourself all over his pants, just wishing you could pull them down. However, your hands were more preoccupied with holding you against the wall.

" Imagine how good would it feel with my dick inside you. " At that, you whined mockingly, pushing your ass into him. This made his hand leave your pinched breasts as he smacked your ass, vividly leaving his handprint on it.

" A whore like you would, just love that, wouldn't you? " You nodded hard, making sure he had seen it. His left hand then once again made contact with your ass, slapping it to the point of full redness. His fingers still worked on you, as you felt your orgasm approaching. Nate noticed it, smirking before completely letting you go. He placed his hands on his pants, starting to pull them down. You turned to him, wishing to do it yourself, but were met with rejection.

" You better keep those hands on the fucking wall. You already fucked with me enough tonight, so I'm going to let you know how it feels. " You barely turned around, as he slipped his hard dick into you. The sudden thrust into you made you scream out in pleasure. Nate didn't even let you take a full breath in before he started pounding into you.

He thrusted more and more into you, groaning at the feeling. His hands held your hips as he fucked you. His eyes watched your ass bounce with all the diamond stripes. The diamonds glimmered and shook at each smack, creating a quite beautiful sight that was hard to look away from. It was mesmerizing him and he truly thought about how much he enjoyed this, having you against the wall, being completely at his mercy and command, he was becoming harder just thinking about it.

You hummed at his thrusts until Nate grabbed your neck and choked it." Be louder...can't hear you. " He said as he slammed his full length into you. " Mhm, I'm gonna cum! " You yelped out, squeezing his dick so perfectly. " Yeah, come on...fuck! " Nate encouraged smugly, stopping his rhyme just for a moment. " I want to see you cum on my dick. " He then slammed once again, strongly into you, as you shook helplessly.

" You wanted this all along. To get...fucked so well. And so...dirty! " Nate panted into your ear, biting on your earlobe, before relesing it. " Mhm, fuck...I like you this tight. And wet. " His left hand was left at your ass as his right one returned to your pussy. Fingers rubbing into you, before sliding in.

" Mhmm... " You moaned as tears started to come out of your eyes. " Yeah...come on! Come on my dick! " With just one merciless push into you, you released your juices all over him. Nate groaned at the feeling of wetness covering him, throwing his head back, before returning to fucking you.

" Nate! Ah! " You groaned, feeling his dick twitch. " Fuck, cum in me! " When you said it, almost breathlessly, he knew he couldn't keep going for long. It took a few more thrusts, before he too released his juices, pushing himself fully into you, back to back. He left breaths on your back, as you both calmed down and returned to your normal breathing pace.

Nate pulled his dick out of you, walked over to the bathroom, getting himself a towel and cleaning himself up.

" You still fuck good, Jacobs. I remember it. " Nate only smirked at your words, trying to not let it affect him too much. He took one towel and gave it to you to do the same.

" I still have your number. I might text you for another time. "

" We will see if you will. "

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stuckinthesun · 7 months

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Hello:)

Firstly, I want to tell you that I really enjoy your writing. Your works are really good :)

And well if you would maybe have time and you would be willing to give it a shot I would be more than greateful if you could write Luffy x fem reader where they are in established relationship and the reader is talking with Nami and Luffy is extremly needy and he interuppted them and asked if he could "talk in private" with the reader. And when they come to their room Luffy is imediately on the reader. And then they have some smutty time and during it someone from the crew interuppted them because he was looking for Luffy and Nami said that he went to his room.

However, if you dont feel like writing it its completely fine, so no pressure.

Have a nice day:)

You’re so sweet, tysm!! I hope you enjoy this!!

Luffy x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW MDNI, oral (m receiving), needy luffy, hair pulling, face/throat fucking, inappropriate use of devil fruit powers??, getting caught

Watching you talking with Nami and Robin, sipping on the special drink Sanji had made for you, as your lips curled around the straw had Luffy’s dick twitching in his shorts.

It wasn’t very often that the Captain felt sexual need, but when he did? He didn’t like waiting, and watching you wrap your tongue around that straw for the last five minutes had him imagining you wrapping it around something else.

“Y/n!” Luffy called out, making you look up at him.

“Yeah, Luf? What’s up?” You asked, looking at him confused, and silently wondering why he was standing so far away.

Luffy gave you his big signature smile and stretched both of his arms out towards you, wrapping them around your waist. You only had a second to widen your eyes before he was tugging you out of your seat and into his arms.

Your boyfriend laughed at your startled scream, and smiled brightly when you wrapped yourself around him, “You’re coming with me!”

“Luffy, what the hell? You can’t just-“ Nami started ranting as Luffy walked off, you in his arms completely stunned.

“Uh, Luffy?” You mumbled, “where are we going?”

“Somewhere private so you can suck me off.” He answered honestly, looking down at you to see your eyes bulging out of your head, making him laugh.

“Your face looks funny!” Luffy giggled as he finally made it to the guy’s dorm, pushing the door open.

Once the door was closed behind him, his laughter instantly stopped as he had no reason to hold back anymore.

Dipping his head down, Luffy captured your lips in a messy kiss. His tongue pressed into your mouth when you let out a surprised gasp, and after a second, you began kissing back just as desperately.

Luffy’s unnaturally long arms snaked all around you, slipping under your shirt and squeezing your breasts. You moan at the feeling, making you break from the kiss and making him pout.

“Thought you wanted me to suck your dick?” You asked, looking at him with lust filled eyes and Luffy immediately perks up.

“Oh yeah!” Luffy nodded and dragged you over to the nearest bed. He sat down on the mattress before grabbing a pillow and setting it on the floor. You knelt down on the pillow, thankful for his thoughtfulness, and settled yourself between his legs.

“What brought this on, anyway?” You asked as you begin unzipping his jean shorts.

“Was watching you drink your smoothie and wanted to replace the straw with my cock,” Luffy shrugged, lifting his hips to help you get his pants off. He watched as your face flushed at his blunt words and his cock hardened even more, making him whine, “Now hurry, I need you!”

“Okay!” You huff, shaking your head before leaning down and licking a long stripe up the length of his cock.

“Suck it, not lick it!” Luffy groaned impatiently, hating the feeling of being teased. You chuckled and wrapped your lips around his tip, slowly working the length of his dick into your mouth.

“Yeah, like that.” Luffy moaned, hip’s bucking up without a care and his hands flying into your hair.

His grip in your hair was so tight it almost hurt, and he didn’t wait for you to adjust to the feeling of him in your mouth. Instead, Luffy almost instantly began thrusting, fucking your face and throat, making you gag a little.

You didn’t mind though. In fact, your boyfriend using you like this for his pleasure caused heat to coil in your abdomen, and you unconsciously started rolling your hips against the pillow underneath you.

“It feels so good, y/n!” Luffy praises, pulling you impossibly closer as his thrusts get sloppy, making you gag more around him, “I’m-“

“Luffy are you-“ Your heart stops when you hear the door open and Usopp’s voice fills the room. If it wasn’t for Luffy’s tight grip in your hair you would’ve immediately backed away from your boyfriend, embarrassed beyond belief.

Instead you’re embarrassed while still in the same position, because it’s exactly that moment that Luffy spills down your throat. His hips snap up again your face as he grunts, cumming down your throat and making you choke.

Behind you, you hear Usopp let out a startled scream and stuttering out apology’s, before he suddenly stops and says, “Wait a second, is that my bed? IS THAT MY PILLOW?!”

“Oops, sorry about that.” Luffy laughs, recovering quickly from his orgasm and not caring one bit about being caught.

You, on the other hand, were slowly crawling underneath the bunk while still trying to catch your breath.

I hope I did Luffy justice his personality is so unique that I’m always nervous to write him😭

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7ndipity · 6 months

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“Made For Me”

Yoongi x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Yoongi comes home super needy, that’s it. It’s just pwp.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, oral(fem receiving), unprotected sex(pls don’t do that), hair pulling, mentions of color system, swearing, not proofread

A/N: No thoughts, head empty, just horny, needy Yoongi. You’re welcome.(this was also partially requested, so thank you to the lovely anon who motivated me to finish this!)

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You were stood at the kitchen sink, washing a few stray dishes, when you heard the front door open and close.

“Y/n?” Yoongi called.

“In here.” You called over your shoulder.

No more than a few seconds later, a pair of strong arms slinked around your waist, a grin spread across your face as you felt him let out a contented sigh as he pressed himself to your back.

“Hi.” Yoongi said lowly in your ear.

“Hey.” You chuckled, leaning back into his embrace slightly. “How was your day?”

“Long.” He replied, brushing your hair aside so he could press a kiss to the side of your neck. “Kept thinking ‘bout you.”

“Really? What about?”

“How much I missed you, how much I love you, how good you felt last night.” His voice dropped as he spoke, a shiver running up your spine as he trailed his fingers across your stomach.

You turned your head to meet his hooded stare, allowing him to draw your lips into a slow, languid kiss, his tongue immediately probing into your mouth and earning a weak noise from you, spurring the growing warmth in your belly.

Slowly, he pulled away, looking up at you with dark eyes.

"C'mon." He whispered, taking your hand.

"Where are we going?" You asked in an equally soft tone, feigning ignorance.

"You know damn well." He said, making you giggle at his impatience. It wasn’t a side of him you got to see often.

He was forward when it came to initiating sex, yes, but he would usually take more time to wind you up, taking a great deal of pleasure from teasing you til you were as desperate as he was. Granted, it never took much to get you there, but still.

Leading you into the bedroom, he released his hold on your hand just long enough to pull the curtains, darkening the room just enough and giving that extra feeling of security that he knew you preferred.

“Now, where were we?” He asked, coming back to where you waited at the foot of the bed, watching him carefully. Once he was close enough, you pulled him in for another deep kiss, earning a pleased sound from him as you let your hands wander as his did, removing layers of clothing and caressing the newly revealed expanses of your bodies.

"So fucking soft." His lips dragged along your skin as he spoke, gripping onto the fullness of your sides as he kissed along the line of your shoulder, drifting down towards your chest.

"Yoongi." You breathed, not trusting your voice as he pushed you to lie back on the bed, now only in your bra and panties, catching you off guard as he knelt between your legs, rather than looming over you as he tended to do when he was in these moods.

“Shh, baby, I’ve got you, don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want.” He soothed, his breath ghosting over your skin, making you shiver and clench around nothing.

“But first, I want you to suffocate me with these fucking thighs.” He growled, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively in his rough hands.

He leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss to your heat before licking a stripe over your underwear, making your breath catch in your throat.

“Can never get enough of this pussy.” He murmured, hooking his fingers into material to pull them down, letting out a shaky breath as he took in the sight of you laid bare before him.

“Already so wet, and I’ve barely done anything. Are you really always this needy for me?”

“Yes.” You admitted, not caring that he was trying to tease you, you just wanted him to do something, anything. “Yoongi, please.”

“Hmm, since you said please.” He leaned in again, licking another stripe through your folds, humming at the taste of your arousal on his tongue. He teased your clit lightly, kissing and licking the sensitive bud gently before sealing his lips around it and sucking harshly, causing your hips to buck up into his face.

“Fuck!” You squirmed as he continued his ministrations, but he held you in place, hooking his arms around your legs to keep you from moving around too much.

He repeated the pattern of teasing licks and suction a few more times before slipping a finger in, making you whine slightly, needing more, but knowing if you were too impatient, he would give you nothing.

Luckily, he could read your body like a book, adding a second finger as he pumped into your squelching heat, curling them upwards slightly to find the spot that made your head fall back as you let out another choked whine.

“I’m-, fuck, I’m close.” You said, hands coming down to tug at his hair.

He hummed against you, the reverberations sending you toppling over the edge, moaning his name and rutting against his face as you came.

He worked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, only stopping when he felt you twitch from sensitivity, pulling away to smirk at you, wiping the sheen of your arousal from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before coming up to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Turn over.” He ordered as you parted, his voice still soft despite the lustful rasp in it.

With shaky limbs, you rolled over onto all fours, letting him manhandle you slightly as he moved you into the position he wanted.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He growled, leaning over you, kneading your ass as he ground his hips against yours teasingly, letting you feel his hard length rub along your wet folds, collecting some of your wetness, before suddenly pressing against your entrance and slipping in, not stopping until he was fully sheathed in your twitching heat.

You moaned in unison at the stretch before he quickly began to set the pace, building up a tempo that had your tummy tightening again already. Your limbs began to shake, arms quickly giving out and letting you fall forward with your face in the pillows, muffling your increasing whines.

Letting out a low growl, Yoongi caught hold of your hair, tugging you back up so that your back was pressed to his front as he continued to pound into you.

“Fuck, this fucking pussy feels so good.” He grunted, snapping his hips into yours at a near animalistic pace. “Was fucking made for me, wasn’t it?

“Yoongi.” You whined as you clutched at him for stability, tears slipping down your face.

“Color?” He asked, slowing slightly as he noticed your tears.

“Green, so fucking green.” You panted. “Please, don’t stop.”

He grinned before picking up his pace again, slamming into you harder and making you cry out.

“God, you’re so perfect, can’t believe you’re mine.” He groaned, thrusts growing more frantic and sporadic as he neared his high.

“Y-yoongi.” You whimpered his name again.

“What is it Doll, hmm?” He asked, feeling you clenching around him. “You need to cum again?”

“Yes!” You gasped. “Please, Yoongi, please!” You were babbling, and Yoongi could tell you were close to your breaking point.

Slipping a hand around your front, he found your clit and rubbed it furiously, making you quake beneath him as you came, squeezing him so tight he could barely move.

“Fuck, Doll!” Pulling out, he quickly jerked himself a few more times before cumming across your back, painting your skin with splashes of white.

Fatigue setting in quickly, you more or less collapsed on the bed, drifting in and out for a minute, slowly focusing back in as you felt a calloused hand gently brushing the hair out of your face, stroking your cheek tenderly.

“There you are.” Yoongi said, a soft smile teasing at the corners of his lips as your eyes focused on him lying next to you, a blanket now covering the both of you.

“You checked out on me for a minute there.” He said gently. “You okay? How do you feel?”

“Good, tired.” You said, giving him a sleepy grin. “How ‘bout you?”

“Better now.” He said, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Can I get you anything?”

You shook your head. “Just hold me?”

“Done.” He said, scooching closer and wrapping his arms around you.

“Thank you.” You said, snuggling against him.

“Thank you.” He replied.

“For what?”

“Everything.” He said. “For loving me, for letting me love you.”

Gosh, you really do turn into the biggest softie after sex, don’t you?” You giggled.

“Agh, nevermind, just go to sleep.” He grumbled, resting his head on yours.

“Yoongi?” You said.

“What?”

“I love you too.”

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eddiesghxst · 1 year

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i stumbled upon one of your drabbles where eddie says “i’m sorry just…jesus christ, you’re so fucking warm.” on my tl and IM GOING INSANE but thank you tho give me more🤭 please and thank you

ah yes, pathetic loser!eddie🫶

tw: cum eating (? is that what it’s called ? idk, don’t care. eddie eats u out after coming inside u and it’s hot)

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thinking about how even though you tell him a million times that it’s okay and you thought it was hot, he still feels terrible. he says something like, “i gave you all that build up just to put out in like 5 minutes.” and you smile, leaning up to press a kiss to the underside of his chin. “it was roughly 2 minutes, but that’s neither here nor there.”

a heavily decorated hand presses it’s entirety to your face and shoves you away as you giggle, falling onto your back as he clambers on top of you. “stop making fun of me.” he grumbles into your skin, lips pressing sloppy kisses down your neck. your fingers slip into his hair, knuckles curling to softly scratch at his scalp. “i’m not, it’s cute. you’re cute, eddie.”

he looks up from where he’s pressing kisses to your bare stomach now, gazing up at you for a moment before bringing himself up to eye level with you. he kisses you and you hum as his hands part your legs, greedily squeezing the soft skin on the inside of your thighs. “i wanna make you come… wanna see how pretty you look, how whiney you get.” your center throbs at his words and you nod your head, heavily swallowing when he begins his descent down your body once again.

you find it hard to keep your hips still when he finally comes to eye level with your pussy, parting your thighs even further as he settles on his tummy. you can feel him still leaking out of you, and your face heats up at the sensation and how exposed you feel with eddie’s eyes tracing over every exposed piece of you.

“y-you don’t have to, eddie…” your voice is just above a whisper, snapping eddie out of his daze to look up at you. “i uh… i get it, some guys don’t really enjoy doing that so…” you begin to close your legs, but eddie is persistent, holding your legs open and diving in to lick a thick stripe of your pussy, a mixture of your arousal and his cum coating his tongue. you gasp, quickly followed by a pitiful moan as he begins greedily sucking and licking and lapping.

and yeah, eddie may have finished quickly, but he definitely made up for it because eddie eats pussy like he gets fucking paid to do it.

#he doesn’t really know what he’s doing #he just gets sloppy w it and listens to whatever u tell him to do #sigh #i want him in my bed nOw #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #eddie x you #drabble

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signed-loni · 6 months

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If you still take requests—

Could you write about the Glamrocks reacting to y/n wearing inspired makeup of them?

Almost how Cassie matched eyeshadow/make up with Roxy, since Roxy is her favorite?

I LOVE THISSS

Yall, i have been SO inactive on here, and for that IM SOSOSOSOSO SORRYYY 😭😭😭🙏

but alas, this is sososo cute so i just had to do it. im still working on other requests! So do not fret<3

warnings: None, its all cuteness

not proofread, sorry

reader is gonna be GN

FREDDY FAZBEAR

He thinks its so cute!!

he’ll help you do it when he has the time-

he likes watching you do it, while at the same time helping you remember what his “makeup” looks like

sometimes he’ll let you sit on his lap and just watch you do it, seriously, this guy just LOVES to stare at you

”Fred?” You called out, knocking on the star of Fazbear Entertainments door. “I wanna show you something!” You said, as the door was gently opened, only to reveal the very tall Freddy Fazbear. “Ah, y/n! How nice to see you! And your makeup! How very lovely it is. Looks just as good on you as it does me!”

you giggled at his remark. “Thank you! Took me forever to do. Hopefully (managers name) wont make me take it off. I think the kids would really like it!” You said. “I agree with you, it looks fantastic!”

Montgomery Gator

UGH THIS MANNN

Once you come into work with monty inspired makeup, he’ll tell you to come like that to work everyday

cocky little bastard

”Oh, okay, rockin’ my look huh? Looks good on ya babe”

Bro will NOT shut up about it

As you walked into the mega pizzaplex, faced covered in green eyeshadow and yellow and purple stared eyeliner, mentally preparing yourself for what monty was gonna say, you clocked in and got ready for your daily morning tasks.

As you were checking that everything was in its place, you felt someone was behind you. And you knew exactly who that someone is. “Monty, y’know you cant scare me. I’ve become immune to it” you say, turning around to face him, seeing a smirk spread across his smug face

“Wow, nice look ya got on” monty said, signaling to your eye makeup. “Inspired by yours truly, I assume?” He says, eyeing your, well, eyes. “Wow monty, you just assume things all the time dont ya?” You say, tone laced with saracasm as you turn around back to what you were doing. “Im right though, aint i?” Monty said, smugly. You giggle a bit “that you are, my redneck friend.”

Roxanne Wolf

she absolutely adores it

”Ya look good, sweetheart”

her tail wags viciously when she sees you wearing makeup similar to cassies, but with a little more pazazz (or however you spell that)

Thinks its cute that you wear lipgloss with a purple tint to it! Brings the look to life

You were hanging out at roxy racers, cleaning everything up and goving the go karts gas, when you hear roxy come up behind you. “Hey baby, loved the look you had going on today” she said while hugging you from behind “Thanks roxy! Im glad you liked it. A bunch of the kids and even some adukts complimented me on it. I was almost late for work trying to get it done.” you said laughing.

“The effort payed of though” Roxy said, admiring your perfect winged eyeliner and eyeshadow, along with the eyeliner on your cheeks to mock the stripes she had. “Looks hot, especially on you” roxy said, which made you laugh. “Alright rox, lets get you to parts and service” you said shaking your head and chuckling.

Glamrock Chica

Literally IN LOVEEE

she sees your makeup and freaks out

”OMG OMG OMG ROXY! DO YOU SEE Y/NS MAKEUP??!! THOSE ARE MY MARKS!! AND YOU SEE THE GREEN TRIANGLE EARINGS THEY HAVE ON??!! THEYRE LIKE MINE! OMG!”

couldnt contain her squealing, which eventually led you to hear her, to which you came up to her and she was SO HAPPY

(sorry chicas was so short, I typerd her paragraph but then it DELETED so :(( )

A/N: hope you enjoyed this! Remember to drink water and take care of yourself!! Xoxo loni

#fnaf security breach #fnaf #glamrock chica #monty gator #roxanne wolf #glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader #montgomery gator x reader #Roxy wolf x reader #Glamrock chica x reader

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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 months

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Food for thought*

Timmy!Wonka x reader

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Promt: he can't get enough of dinner, they can't get enough of each other.

*- boy howdy this is spicy

Tags: @hotchaosemporium thanks for the pre read 😘

Also I added this from my phone instead of my laptop so if the spacing is weird that's why

Song: sweetest pie by Dua lipa

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i smiled when i heard the front door creak open of our old house. it had seemed like such a long day. but he was finally home. so it didnt have to feel that way anymore

"y/n?"

he called out.

"in here."

i yelled back, stirring the pot in front of me.

"something smells good."

he mentioned as he stepped through the doorway of our tiny kitchen. it seemed even tinier with his shelves of ingredients lining the walls, the two-person table being the only surface uncovered.

"i made dinner. i hope you like it."

he hummed in content as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"looks good too."

he commented, and i could feel him smile as he placed a gentle kiss against my neck.

"roasted quail with garlic potatoes and sauteed green beans. and a little something for desert but youll have to wait for that. its still baking."

he groaned and squeezed me tightly to him.

"that sounds amazing! after the day ive had i am starving."

I just kept pushing the green beans around in the butter.

"Here, taste."

I scooped one out, pinched it between my fingers and held it up to him. I watched him intently as he bit it slowly. He moaned, rolling his eyes as he bit the rest out of my hand.

"Absolutely amazing."

God he was beautiful. How did I get so lucky.

"Then I think it might be ready."

I pulled away from him and turned the stove off, grabbing plates down from the cabinet.

"I think you might be right."

He said picking another bean out of the pan and crunching on it.

"Here before you burn yourself."

I laughed, handing him the plate and he gave me a playful smile.

"I just can't help it."

He stated, going for another one.

"Willy!"

I called, handing him a fork.

"No!"

He protested, laughing as he shoved it in his mouth.

"Fine, if you won't listen and not burn yourself I'll just have to do it for you."

I stabbed a potato with my fork and offered it to him. He leaned forward and bit into it, his lips wrapping around it as his eyes rolled back into his head.

"What did I do to deserve such a wonderful chef as yourself."

He complimented as he pulled me to him, taking the rest of the potato into his mouth. I swallowed hard, watching him intently.

"Sometimes I ask myself the same question."

Then to my surprise he took the fork from me, placing it on the counter.

"Dinner can wait."

He said, kissing me deeply. I could feel the heat rising in my body as he gripped my waist.

"Delicious."

I said, giggling as he pulled away. He tasted like garlic now. He smirked at me.

"Yes you are."

He said lowly, pushing me towards the table. When my back hit it he lifted me on top of it before yanking his silk scarf off. I watched his Adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed, leaning down and kissing me harshly.

"Will-"

I moaned into his mouth as he pushed his hips into mine, cutting me off as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He ground his hips into mine and I could feel him getting harder. As he kissed me I reached up and started unbuttoning his vest, pulling it down his arms before going back and doing the same to his shirt.

"God I love you."

He panted, reaching for the hem of my dress and lifting it above my legs so it was sitting on my waist.

"I love you too."

I said, pulling his lips to mine, pushing his trousers down in one swift motion. As we kissed I could feel him unlacing my dress, the cold air hitting my chest as part of it fell down my shoulder.

"I need to taste you."

He said breathily, dropping to his knees. I leaned back, lifting one leg over his shoulder. A shiver ran down my spine as his warm breath brushed over my thighs. In a moment his mouth was on me, licking a stripe up my folds. My hand immediately found home in his soft brown curls, lifting my leg higher as he sucked against my clit.

"Please."

I whined, feeling him moan into me, circling his tongue against my clit. Then he added one finger, pushing into me. Then another, pumping slowly as he sucked and bit at me. I dropped my head back.

"Will-"

I gasped out, my legs shaking against him, dragginf my heel up and into his shoulder blade. He licked at me a few times before standing up, his eyes glossed over and spit dripping down his chin.

"Gorgeous."

He breathed out, kissing me harshly. He moaned into me as he pushed his hips to mine. I could feel his rock hard cock against my folds and scooted my hips closer.

"I need you."

I whined, reaching down and grabbing him, dragging his head between my folds. He squeezed my thigh and pushed into me. I gasped, my head dropping back as he filled me. He took that as a sign and started kissing and sucking against my neck. He hummed against me as he rocked his hips back and forth.

"Right there."

I sighed, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushing him deeper. He let out a whiney moan as I scraped my nails down his back lightly.

"Fuck."

He gasped, picking up his pace, slamming his hips into mine. I held onto him tightly as he began to pound into me. I could feel the knot in my stomach. He kissed down my neck again, pulling one hand up to toy with my exposed nipple. I moaned loudly as he pinched it, rolling it between his fingers.

"Keep going!"

I moaned out, rocking my hips against his.

"Lay back."

He instructed, helping me against the table. He pulled my dress up more before reaching forward and kneading my breast.

"So beautiful for me."

He said, digging his fingertips into my hip as he picked up the pace. I watched him intently as he let go of my breast, sucking his thumb before reaching down and circling my clit. I arched my back against him as my orgasm ran through my body. My legs were quivering and he continued rubbing my clit.

"One more. I believe in you."

He said softly, his pace losing its rhythm.

"Oh my God."

I squeezed my eyes shut as I clenched around him, reaching down and grabbing his wrist to make him stop. I could feel him cum inside me with that motion as I released a second time. His pace slowed and all I could hear was both of our heavy breathing, my heart pounding in my ears. It took me a moment before coming back to reality. He was hunched over me, sweat dripping off his curls and onto my chest. I could feel him softening in me, both of our cum dripping onto the table as he pulled out.

"Let's eat dinner so we can do that again."

He panted and I laughed, sitting upright and kissing him. He smiled against me as I pulled away.

"I could stand to go another round. Before desert."

His eyes lit up and he smirked at me.

"Believe me darling, we won't make it to desert."

#willy wonka x reader #wonka x reader #wattpad #imagines #x reader #one shots #smut

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neverchecking · 11 months

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WOW that breeding fic I requested was so DELICIOUSSS thank you so much for the food... do you think you could do wild x reader, facesitting this time.. i saw this tweet and started giggling and kicking my feet

Me and Link the same fr-

I absolutely can my dear. If I ask, my dividers are 2000 x 150

Smut so Minors DNI! 18+!

Smut CW: AFAB reader, Face sitting, Wild is down bad. Squirting.

He could die a happy man. Right here. Right now.

He had died once, miserable and trapped, probably in vein, but right now? He could die with a smile on his face, no regrets to be had. You looked so, so nervous, sitting above him like you were, hovering just out of reach and it was almost enough to send him into cardiac arrest.

Normally, he hated seeing that look on your face, but he could understood where it came from. Even if they were silly and unfounded fears.

Couldn't you, his glorious Goddess, see that, should he actually suffocate, that would be is desired way to go? That should anything actually kill him, going by your delicious things was how he wanted to do it? He didn't care for a flame of glory, or dying this glorious hero. No. If he died here, that was enough for him.

Not that he would. While he was more than willing to dive head first into this, forgetting about his own foolish need for air, he knew you would be the one to pull away should you deem him too eager for his own good. He found fight you on it, but you would be adamant. You always had a way of putting his own safety first. Far beyond his own care for it.

Right now, however, the little care he had for it (That you instilled) was long forgotten as he practically drooled. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of you, calling him in like a Siren's song. And it was tantalizing. He was sure he was actually slobbering all over himself as you stalled and hummed, trying to find any excuse to not go through with this, but he was adamant. He was ready.

"Maybe I should just get-" You went to swing your leg back over, form retreating from where it had hovered over his face only for him to grab at it, pulling it back to it's spot. He wanted you to experience this. To let go for once and put yourself first.

"Nonsense. We haven't even gotten to the fun part! You can't back out now!" He cried out, licking his lips as he swallowed harshly. You were right there and he was so close, you couldn't pull away now. "C'mon, I'm a big boy. I'm sure I can handle it."

"I just...Don't wanna hurt you." You pouted. And oh, how sweet you were. So worried about hurting him? As if you were even capable of such a thing. He ensured you would never be able to seriously hurt him.

"Trust me, sweetness, there is nothing you could do that would ever hurt me."

"Maybe I could just...hover-"

"Do you hover on a chair?" Wild raised a brow, moving both of his hands to curl under your thighs, hands resting in the curves of your pelvis. You shuddered under his hold but didn't answer, still stuck in your own head. He softened his features, giving you a reassuring smile even if his patience ran thin. "No. I promise you won't hurt me. You just have to sit your pretty ass down and let me handle the rest."

"But-"

His patience snapped as he dove up, licking a fat stripe in between your labia lips and making you cry out, hands grappling onto the headboard as your head fell forward. He made eye contact with you, shooting you a charming wink before returning to his meal before him. He felt he almost had to thank some deity for this, but the only one he had to praise was sitting right on top of him.

You were still so hesitant and unsure, hovering above him as he lapped and suckled at your clit, rocking your hips just a bit. For every rock he steadily pulled you closer, moving his menstrations closer to your gaping cunt. His tongue prodded your opening, eagerly licking at any juice you had to offer him, refusing to waste anything you had to bestow upon him. Every stroke of his tongue had you slowly lowering your defenses as he continued pulling you closer and closer, letting you focus on the pleasure he was bringing you. He was so, so close, practically nosing at your clit when you stopped him, one of your hands ripping itself from the headboard to tangle into his hair. "Link- Slow down- I-"

He didn't care. You were right there and slowly shattering under his hold exactly the way he wanted. Goddess above him, he could not get enough of you. He had just gotten his first real taste of you and he could not get enough.

His own hips shuffled and bucked wildly as pre-cum cooled along his shaft, but it didn't matter. His pleasure was last when it came to your own.

That's not to say he wasn't getting off on this. Just the taste of you, trailing down his throat and intoxicating his very being, was enough to have him moaning against you. The vibrations seemed to do the trick as whatever muscles you were using to hold yourself up finally gave out, sending you toppling right where he wanted you.

The grip he had on your thighs tightened ten fold as he practically locked you into place, eagerly devouring you now that you were well and proper in his reach. His knees bent as his feet stamped steadily under him, giving him the anchor he needed to all but delve into you. His nose followed his head movements, reaching your clit for him while focused on tonguing your open.

Your thighs clenched around his head as you quivered above him, the fingers in his hair pulling just enough to have him looking up at you-- never once breaking his rhythm. You were such a sight.

Your eyes were blown wide, irises merely a ring around your pupils as your cheeks shined in the limited light the sundown provided. Your chest was heaving up and down as you cried out with every lick, gentle nibble, and suck. Each thing he did pulled a new reaction out of you and he was eager to see every single one.

When your other hand fell from the headboard to join the first, he knew you were getting close, making him speed up his ministrations. The thought of you coming undone above him was so erotic that he needed to see it. He needed to feel you convulse above him, hear you cry out as you yanked on his hair,

And that was exactly what you gave him. You let out a loud cry as you pulled him closer, smothering him exactly the way he wanted. It was pure euphoria even if his airways were blocked just a bit. He just couldn't get enough of you, refusing to stop even as your cries grew in volume. Just one more. One more convulsion above him, one more rock of your hips, one more, one more, one more one more-

He was stilled when something leaked around his tongue, soaking his lower half as you absolutely shuddered. You seemed down right ashamed as you tried pulling off of him in a hurry, but he kept his hold on you strong.

He didn't even know you could do that. By the looks of it, neither did you.

Licking his lips, he set his gaze and shot you a devious look.

He wanted to know if you could do it again.

AN: Okay, so this is a bit shorter, but for good reason as I really need to talk with you guys.

Here's a reminder that all of the stuff on my page so far is all Yandere. I'm aware it's a toxic and unhealthy mindset, but these are all fictional characters. I can differentiate between something that is healthy and something that is not. I do not need you guys telling me that this is not something I should be promoting. My page is 18+, so I expect those viewing it to understand the same. I am not responsible for the media you consume, nor am I responsible for how it reflects upon your own character. If you don't like my content, you can simply scroll and move on. A lot of you have been absolutely fantastic, but for that certain individual (You know who you are), you obviously are not mature enough to consume my content, so I'm asking you kindly to either block me and scroll or I'll do it for you. Thank you for reading this PSA. Sorry for the sudden serious note.

Have a lovely day, Darlings.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #yandere legend of zelda #legend of zelda #loz #link x reader #cindersins #wild x reader #yandere wild #yandere wild x reader #lu wild x reader #lu wild #yandere link x reader

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9toji · 10 months

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‧₊˚✩彡 BEAUTIFUL CHILD — where in these blue lock boys show their love for their little bundle of joy.

characters ; bachira, sae, kaiser, nagi

tags ; sfw — domestic fluff, established marriage

rina's comments ; this is an excuse to write about having a kid with kaiser

bachira held his little daughter's hand, it was about the size of his palm. he beamed up at the mirror as he brushed off the dirt on the two of their silly little costumes, it was striped yellow and black, and they had a headband placed neatly on their heads, it was really cute.

“look at my little bumblebee!” he smiled, hugging his daughter tightly. “don't i look pretty daddy?” and of course bachira nods excitedly, “mommy's gonna love it. you're already growing up so fast..” meguru stroked mini bachira's hair, his little bumblebee as he called her.

the bundle of joy gets excited at the sound of the master bedroom's door creak open, rushing towards you as she hugged you, “how do i look mommy?” beamed the child, who twirled around. it was perfect, it was a bee costume that had a little tutu attached to the waist. “daddy made it for me!” she added and you gasp up at bachira, it was really well made.

“i might have a knack for sewing, but.. honey, can we go trick or treating?” your husband asked with a sheepish grin, the pumpkin basket already prepared on the little wooden coffee table, and once you agree, just as long as you come with them they rush outside.

your daughter giggling as his dad leads her outside, it was a beautiful halloween celebration, minus the upcoming toothache that your daughter soon acquires.

sae didn't use to be so accepting of makeup, until now. it was quite a surprise for you to see him sitting down on the floor, puffed up with heavy blush, courtesy of your child that mumbled about him looking nice. but that's not even half of what surprised you.

your husband was wearing a pretty yet very tight pink fairy costume, accompanied with fairy wings. it was a sight to behold, and a little hard not to laugh at, you quickly take pictures of him as he tries his best to make his little baby happy.

“cup of tea for you, fairy!” the little girl cheered, pouring some “tea” into his little pink tea cup that he could easily crush in his grip, he politely sipped on the tea. “oh wowww, this tastes so good princess!” sae chuckled, enjoying the moment. even though he looked silly. there was a gentle and more importantly sincere smile on your husband's face.

the little bundle of joy hugged his dad, and soon you joined in. before you whispered, “you look nice, fairy.” into his ear. sae had a faint blush, perhaps embarassed. he instead opted for a grin.

“thanks, i know right?” your husband joked, blinking dramatically at you.

“i bought you another toy!” kaiser said with a smile, showing the new gundam figure in his hands, handing it to your son. “thanks papa!” said the child, an expression on his face that could only be described as pure awe and joy.

kaiser spoiled your child rotten, buying him toys, books, and more. but before he did, he made sure that the two of them had a super top secret secret that involved that he, his son, should always use it, so it doesn't go to waste.

you never really took your husband for the type to care about that, he grew up with lavish toys too, as far as you knew. spotting them in the cute kid's bedroom, playing with the gundam and roleplaying, kaiser was the big bad monster, while his son was the savior, who had to save you, the poor princess.

kaiser was not going to protest, even though he wanted to be the knight in shining armor like he had always told you he'd be for you. “aaahhh!” he shrieked in a monotone voice, and your child shrieked back, throwing what seemed to be a stick at his father's face.

thankfully, kaiser was unharmed.

it was a bit wrong to let the child play video games at such an early age, but you had spotted your husband, nagi and your son playing some sort of mario game on the tv, the little one's faced contorted with concentration.

while the father yawned, he might get bored too quick. like he always did, but thankfully he didn't, and even let his son win, the boy proudly put his little controller down, puffing his chest and putting his closed-into-fists hands on his waist. “i won! i won!” the youngster said, emitting a smug grin.

nagi clapped slowly, and smiled. “you're just like me, huh?” he yawned, and his son beamed. “really? am i as cool as you, papa?” the kid jumped up and down from the compliment, before turning to you and pointing as his papa with a wide smile, “papa said i'm as cool as him! did you hear mama?”

and you nod with a sweet smile, ruffling your son's hair, who quickly goes back beside his dad, challenging him to another round. nagi let the bundle of joy win every round, only because he felt sleepy or maybe he wanted to make his baby happy, your husband turned to you and shrugged, with a knowing smile.

“guess he's better than me, babe.”

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hwanchaesong · 1 year

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Still Into You

Kim Hongjoong X Reader

genre & warnings: fluff, smut (sorry, this was supposed to be suggestive but i got carried away 😩), hongjoong and reader is married here, cunnilingus, fingering, implied breeding kink ig since hj is a dom here, unprotected sex, mdni

word count: 1.4k

a/n: thank you for requesting again~ i hope you'll like it 💚

The sound of jingling keys made you stand up from the sofa, hurriedly walking to the door to greet your husband.

When he entered your home, you immediately threw yourself at him which he gladly reciprocated.

"Welcome back." you mumbled in his chest, feeling giddy when you felt him kiss the crown of your head.

"I'm home." he replied, pulling away from you to hang his coat and put his bag away. "I smell something delicious."

You giggled and held his hand, dragging him to the kitchen, "Ta-da!" you held your head high, satisfied with the feast that you made.

"You really went all out, huh?"

"Of course, It's our first anniversary."

Kim Hongjoong. Friend since childhood, boyfriend since highschool, and now you can proudly call him your spouse.

"Let's eat then, I can't wait to taste everything that you made."

It was a fairly simple dinner, small conversations here and there but it mostly consisted of comforting silence as you both chewed your food.

When dinner was over, the two of you agreed to wash the dishes together. Putting bubbles on each other's noses, him giving you back hugs as he kissed your neck (he did that to tease you, knowing that you're ticklish), and giggling like children.

It was fun, more so when he called you to the bedroom after you took your shower.

"Turn around and close your eyes." he instructed, pushing you towards the mirror and shuffling around. Soon, you felt something cold around your neck and you gasped.

It couldn't be.

"You can open your eyes."

The moment you did, you almost bawled your eyes out.

He had gifted you a silver necklace with a diamond pendant. It was subtle, but you can see the engraved initials on the stone. A sign, a promise that he's yours and you're his.

"Hongjoong, this must be expensive I-"

He cuts you off with a kiss on the lips, cupping your face in his hands, "You deserve it. I want nothing but the prettiest gift for the most beautiful girl in the universe."

Your heart swells with adoration, and before you can think, you lean forward and connect your lips with him once more.

The kiss becomes more passionate every second as he swipes his tongue on your lips, asking for permission. You gladly open your mouth for him to explore, his wet muscle massaging yours before he sucked on it.

He disconnected from you for a moment for some oxygen, but he couldn't keep his hands to his self.

He removed his hands from your cheeks, sliding it to your waist as he gently guided you to your shared bed.

Soon, you found yourself lying down. His mouth latched on the sensitive part of your skin while his free hand groped your chest, his fingers twisting your nipple through your thin shirt.

A moan escapes from you and you feel yourself getting soaked down there, "H-Hongjoong."

He hummed against your skin, "What is it baby?"

"I-I want to suck you off." you admitted shyly, a blush covering your cheeks when you heard him chuckle.

He lifted his body and gazed at your hazy orbs, "No can do, princess."

"But-"

"No buts." he puts a finger on your lips to shut you up, his other free hand trailing down to your lower area, prying your legs open.

You shivered when you felt him remove your shorts along with your underwear, "You did so much for me tonight, let me return the favor."

You were so out of it that you weren't able to reply fast, his effect on you taking a toll on your body. What's more is that he moves fast. One moment he's on top of you and now he's in between your legs.

"Let me do the work, okay?" he smiles at you, making eye contact before his tongue darts out to lick a long stripe of your slick folds.

"Ah! H-hong-" you cried out, your hand shooting out to grip his hair, "Oh god!"

It has been a minute since he went down on you but you're already writhing underneath him.

He groaned against your core when his tongue went inside your heat, the vibration and his nose prodding at your clit adding to the pleasure.

You complained when he pulled away from you, making him laugh at your begging state, "Don't worry princess, I'm not done yet."

True to his words, his mouth went back to your wetness, this time aiming for your sensitive bundle of nerves. His tongue that was previously in your core is now replaced by his fingers.

He lapped up all of your juices while his fingers stimulated your insides, the scissoring motion stretches you so well.

You were close, so close, and Hongjoong felt that when you clenched around his fingers but like the devil he is, he decided to halt his ministrations and smirk down at you.

"Why'd you stop?" you whined, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes due to the high that was stolen from you.

"I'd rather have you cum around my cock, princess."

Well, that doesn't sound so bad but you were desperate for some release. "Then what are you waiting for?"

You heard him click his tongue before he took off his clothes. He went to remove your shirt as well but he sees that it's his.

He'd love to fuck you while you're wearing his shirt, just shows that you belong to him. So he opted to raise it just above your collarbones, showing your delectable chest in the process.

"What's up with your attitude today?" he lined himself up in your entrance, his left hand snaked around your neck, choking you a bit while the other harshly fondled your boobs. "And here I thought I'll make love to you tonight."

"Wha- Ah!" you let out a booming moan when he entered you in one swift motion. Your head is empty and is filled with nothing but the realization that he must have gone from being soft to fucking you silly.

Hongjoong didn't give you time to adjust, immediately setting a rigorous pace as he clutched your hips, effectively pinning you down on the mattress.

"S-slow down!" you cried out but it seems that your actions don't match your words, your body betraying you when your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him closer to you and allowing him to plunge deeper into you.

He paid no mind to you, too focused on making you both feel good. Besides, his ears could only hear your adorable moans and the dirty squelching sounds that you produce whenever he pounds into you roughly.

"Shit." he cursed, feeling your warm walls grip him tighter, you must be nearing your high and he's not doing so well either.

"Baby," he breathed out, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "don't you think it's time for us to have a child?"

Ah, so that is what he's implying.

You can't ever say no to him now, do you?

You did want to build a little family of yours, and you trust Hongjoong when it comes to that.

You laced your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and giving him a peck, "Yeah, it's time."

He softly smiled at you (a vast contrast to how he's rearranging your guts below), grabbing your hands and lacing his fingers with yours, "At the same time?"

You nodded and within a few more thrusts, you both came at the same time.

It took a few minutes for you to catch your breath while Hongjoong instantly got up, providing you the best aftercare.

"Are you okay?" he asked, putting an arm around you and you cuddled at his side.

"More than okay." you craned your neck to look at him, and you were suddenly filled with overwhelming emotions.

It made you question some things. How you're still in love with the same guy even after all those years. How he manages to make you blush like a teenager. How he makes you feel so loved and accepted.

"I love you, always and forever." he returned your stare and smiled at you fondly. Then there it is, you felt those butterflies again.

Maybe this is why you're still together despite all the challenges and problems you've encountered.

In a world that is full of bullshit and confusion, Kim Hongjoong makes sense. He's the only one where you could find happiness, peace, and warmth.

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kingdom come → treech

treech!tbosas x reader

notes → in which your lover gets ripped away from you, and you’re left with mere memories, a promise, and a locket. feminine intended reader. i am a district seven girly FOR LIFEEE. when i was making a plan for a cato fic on wattpad, reader was ofc from seven ✨

warnings → me giving characters angst alert part two!!! not edited & uploaded via iphone

“treech!” you giggled as you chased him in the woods you called your backyard. you heard him laugh as he leapt over a stream. attempting to follow him, you slipped, accidentally landing in the shallow water. luckily, you had your rain boots on. the red rain boots with hand painted black polk a dots that reminded you of ladybugs. on the other hand, your ruffly dress was not so lucky, soaked with water, dirt crawling at the hems. treech whipped around at the sound of you splashing, and offered a hand to help you up. you giggled as you took his hand. “thank you, my knight.” you teased, beginning to walk back to your home.

“anything for m’lady!” treech declared, raising his arm triumphantly. your youth was filled with heartwarming moments like this. days spent playing with treech in the woods when the two of you were kids. and when you grew into your teenage years, long, meaningful conversations filled with laughter and secrets with each other after treech finished working. you had known treech your whole life, best friends for fifteen years and lovers for three, he was a part of you.

today, the day of the reaping, your mother had laid out an old striped dress of hers. the once colorful stripes had faded into something dreary, but the dress fit you like a glove. it was common knowledge in the districts that children should dress nice for the reaping. not because it was some momentous occasion, but because what they wear then might be the last thing they wear ever. dressing them up for their funerals, a devastating truth. treech met you outside, and he tilted his hat to you when you stepped out of the door.

“m’lady,” he greeted, providing his arm for you to latch onto. “well don’t you look ravishing,” he mused, and you curtsied at his compliment, before looping your arm through his. you were treech’s pride and joy and he made sure to treat you as such. the boy was more than happy to show you off, parading you around the streets of seven. the two of you chatted lightly about the days events as he guided you to the town’s square, located a mile and half from your house. eventually you had to part ways with him, but not before you left a quick peck on the cheek. he wore the kiss on his face boastfully as he joined the group of boys to your left. you smiled, finding your own place in the crowd of girls. the process went as normal, a few small announcements made before the female tribute was reaped. her name was lamina, a beautiful tragedy wrapped in a vest, but not anyone you recognized.

your breath hitched as they called for the male tribute. it had happened so fast. you had never been this overwhelmed. they called treech’s name. your treech. you allowed yourself to hyperventilate for a few moments before catching sight of the boy slowly walking towards the front of the hall of justice. district seven, being one of the largest districts, had thousands of kids piled into the town square, separated by gender. out of the entire population of seven’s youth, it never occurred to you that your boyfriend could be the unlucky victim to be reaped.

struggling to control your breathing, you leaped into action, shoving your way through the crowd of girls to the pathway down the middle of the block. treech, still in shock, made his way down said pathway rather hesitantly, as if in disbelief that he had really been reaped. his eyes were scanning the crowd as he passed, stopping for a moment as he met yours. in an instant, you reached forward and grabbed him, pulling him into a hug before any nearby peacekeeper could intervene.

“i love you, treech. i love you, i love you, i love you!” you repeated, sobbing into his jacket. his arms wrapped around you tightly, not wanting to let go.

“i’ll win this, y/n, for you. i’ll see you soon, it’ll only be a couple days, just you wait.” he mumbled his promise to you. you pulled apart, woefully wiping away the lipstick mark on his face, cleaning him up for the cameras. there was no doubt that the entirety of the capital was watching you now. what must they think of the spectacle you had created? were they intrigued? disgusted? at this point, the peacekeepers had made their way to him, dragging him onstage.

“treech!” you objected, reaching out for him. another peacekeeper lightly knocked you backwards, a pitiful expression adorning his face. the girls nearby, some you recognized and some strangers, held the same expression. none spoke, just stared at you. keeping your eyes on the ground, you creeped back to your spot in the crowd. soon enough, peacekeepers were hauling your boyfriend into the hall, and more were beginning to clear the square, forcing you to make your way back to your place of residence. unbeknownst to you, treech had slipped a token in the pocket of your dress before he was pulled away. it wasn’t until halfway through your agonizing, lonely trek back home that you noticed it. it was a dainty, wooden heart shaped locket. patterns had been intricately carved into the surface, no doubt by the careful hands of your loving treech. you traced the patterns with the pads of your fingers, tears staining the wooden block.

you clutched the locket, a newfound hope seeping into you, as you held onto the promise that he would win. for you.

#treech #treech tbosas #tbosas #thg #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #thg x reader #thg fanfiction #tbosas x reader #tbosas fanfiction #treech x reader #treech tbosas x reader #treech thg x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #Spotify

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puddle-nerd · 3 months

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Eternity

Summary: You had already been his love. Now was just the ceremony to make it official to everyone else and the bonding at the Tree of Souls afterwards.

Prompt #13 for my submission for #𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬𝟏𝟒𝐃𝐎𝐋𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Female Reader, Female Recombiant Reader, Omatikaya | Blue Flute Clan, Na’vi Culture, Na’vi Biology, Na’vi Language, Established Relationship, Wedding Ceremony, Wedding Night

So far, the other posts have been rated G or maybe PG if you squint. This one is going to be for mature audiences with a steamy scene towards the end. I will clearly mark it so you know where it picks up in maturity levels. However, we’ll also be covering, at least a little, the Omatikayan wedding ceremony of an Olo’eyktan and while the reader isn’t going to be Mo’at’s replacement, it was touched on that the Tsahìk and the Olo’eyktan don’t always have to be married; it just usually happens that way.

This is also meant to be a part two of Lean on Me but at least a year, to a year and a half later. Spider is a little older, our reader has made the soul transfer into her Avatar body permanently, and now she’s getting married to the love of her life.

I also stole a couple of @eywaite’s phrases from at least one of her Tumblr posts, which you can see in the translation below.

Na’vi Translation: Irayo, oeyä’itan – thank you, my son ⁂Kalin – sweet to the taste⁂ Kuru – neural queue Mowan – pleasing/enjoyable (physically, sexually) Muntxatan – husband | male spouse ⁂Oh, ma Eywa! Kehe ftang – Oh, Eywa! Don't stop⁂ Olo’eyktan – clan leader (gender neutral) ⁂Rutxe nìtam, new oe nga – enough please, I need you⁂ Sa’nu – mum | mom | mommy Sempu – dad | daddy ⁂Syor – relax⁂ Tsaheylu – neural bond made through the connection of two neural queues Tsahìk – the spiritual leader of a Na’vi clan, and the most important member next to the clan leader Yawntutsyìp – darling | little loved one

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You knew he didn’t quite understand why there was going to be a celebration for you and Tsu’tey today, though the little boy did understand the word ‘wedding’… kind of… being all of four-years-old because he knew you and your beloved both had promised and often reiterated that pledge to love him unconditionally and take care of him and raise him up together as you had been doing into a man of honor of The Omatikayan People no matter what trials and tribulations you all might face. And you did. You loved Miles “Spider” Socorro as if you yourself had given birth to him. And everyone within the clan certainly knew Tsu’tey adored the child if the Olo’eyktan continuous doting was anything to go by. You figured it would also take Spider some time to understand that your consciousness would no longer be bouncing back and forth between two bodies, having been there to witness your second rebirth from the circle of Trudy’s arms as you transferred yourself permanently into this body about a fortnight prior in preparation for today. You smoothed down the front of your beaded loincloth and Spider’s little, cherub face showed that he was clearly pleased to see you finished getting all dressed up in your beautiful new finery behind his oxygen mask, his grin so bright it could rival the sun, making grabby hands towards your towering, sapphire skinned figure. You automatically picked up your adopted son into your thin, striped arms and held the young child against your front, pulling the small boy in so you could rub your blueberry-colored lips through his freshly washed curls, the ones that weren’t tamped down by the straps of his mask. He giggled at the ticklish feeling and squealed, “Sa’nu!” Even after a year of him calling you that, it still made you light up with a beaming smile. You chuckled at his protest and pulled back, smiling down at the little human boy fondly. “~You look beautiful, Sa’nu~!” Spider gushed in English, leaning forward, and tugging on your woven chest covering and peering at the glittering stones you had painstakingly threaded together to make your wedding ceremony attire. “Irayo, oeyä’itan,” you replied softly in the Na;vi language as you and Tsu’tey agreed to have a bilingual home. You glanced up at Mo’at and Neytiri as the two other women came into view within the Sully matriarch’s kelku where you had come to get ready for your wedding. “And thank you,” you told the older female Na’vi happily, “for washing up this, little terror for me.” You tickled your son’s side, laughing at his answering squeal of delight. “Unfortunately, I give it an hour before he’s waist deep in dirt or mud again.” Mo’at chuckled and trailed a finger down Spider’s back with a fond smile. “He knows to behave for his grandmother. Is that not correct, little boy?” Spider agreed, nodding emphatically, and beaming up happily at Mo’at from behind his mask. Across the hut, Neytiri’s pointed ears flicked back as she took in you and her mother cuddling the human child, even now still a little angered by his constant presence within her village and what he represented (especially with his heritage) but not willing to spoil your day. Or, more accurately, Tsu’tey’s, since she was more his friend than yours. And for that, you were thankful, especially since she was getting close to expelling her second biological child’s chrysalis from her body soon and you didn’t want to upset her and cause her to push out the fetus early and disrupt its growth. “It is time,” Mo’at announced, and you nodded. Looking at your son, you announced, “Time for your Sempu and I to officially get married. Ready, baby boy?” He squealed with glee, clapping his hands.

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Tsu’tey was a vision that you couldn’t draw your eyes away from. Colorful beads – brighter and more elaborate than his everyday yellow and red carved wood – decorated his dark braids in a multitude of dyes. Bright feathers of bright greens and honey-yellows had been pushed into his hair into what almost resembled a crown. His battle belt encircled his trim waist, his dagger at his hip and a brand-new loincloth of bright red brushed his thighs, green and honey-yellow embroidery decorating the hem. Upon his chest, four painted handprints in different ochres coated his skin, one from either of his parents, one from his younger brother, and one from his grandfather. Woven armbands of those same bright beads encircled each of his lean biceps and his familiar choker necklace sat around his neck. His last gift from Sylwanin. You felt no jealousy at seeing it, no; instead, you were pleased he was honoring his first love as she had given you her blessing when Tsu’tey had brought you to the Tree of Voices before he had asked you to mate with him and she had hinted that had she survived, she might have happily been in the union with you.

You blushed at the memory of her teasing but intertwined your hands with Tsu’tey’s as Mo’at presided over the proceedings to officially bind you and the Olo’eyktan.

Tsu’tey’s parents stood behind him, arms raised in blessing to Eyway, though they didn’t actually look pleased with his choice of bride. Jake stood behind you as your parents weren’t on Pandora, nor would they ever be, his arms also raised in blessing as Toruk Makto. And Spider, not to be forgotten, stood as tall as a four-year-old could between you and Tsu’tey, a chubby hand raised high on either one of your shins, which had caused a few chuckles when he had escaped Neytiri and come to join you all. Before all of the clan, you and Tsu’tey exchanged vows to honor, protect, and love each other even after death until Eywa was no more, promising to remain steadfast and faithful during both good and bad times and to never give up on each other. Spider agreed full heartedly to more chuckles. Jake and Ateyo, Tsu’tey’s father produced cloths of green and gold and red and tied of your and Tsu’tey’s palms together after a cut was made on each of you, your blood mixing together as it would, should you eventually decide to have biological children, in the future. Then, Arvok, Tsu’tey’s younger brother who had been stood behind his parents, produced both a drinking gourd and a small loaf of bread, which you and your groom shared, having to placate your son when he wanted some too. Your muntxatan, your husband – Tsu’tey was now your spouse, you thought gleefully – the beautiful, wonderful man that he was, gave a small bite to the young boy with a grin, cheeks coloring slightly as you beamed at him, eyes becoming shiny with happy tears.

Finally, your union was sealed with a kiss and the Tsahìk concluded the wedding rites, the clan erupting into loud ovations, cheering and whooping noisily.

It was a bit of a blur after that.

Feasting and dancing and kissing. Those you remembered… partially. And lots of congratulations sent yours and Tsu’tey’s way. Spider was fed, eating from both your meal and your muntxatan’s and eventually taken off to bed in the nearby shack specifically made for him to be close by for your and Tsu’tey’s benefit by an amorous Trudy and Norm who had promised you both to make sure the four-year-old was watched over for the night. When the moons were at their highest points, you and your love slipped away to head to the Tree of Voices for the last step.

Giggling, hand-in-hand, you went together under the lilac glowing tree and sighed, kissing and touching upon each other in chaste ways, though you knew it would become filthy shortly. He led you to a secluded little alcove and pulled you down onto your knees, his breath washing over your face as he took you in.

“You are so beautiful, Yawntutsyìp,” he whispered to you before leaning in nuzzle his cheek against your own, marking you with his scent. “And you are all mine.” You nodded, rubbing against him in turn and breathing in his scent deeply, trying to tattoo it into your senses and never let him go. Then his lips turned towards you, and he kissed you, softly at first before the hunger set it. Then, he seemed set to devour you, his tongue plundering your mouth, his sharp teeth nibbling at your lip, his hands grasping tightly at you and not wanting to release you. But you were just as bad, moving your mouth from his and down to his neck, nibbling, kissing, and sucking upon his skin there, determined to leave marks for all to see tomorrow and feeling yourself get wet as he panted and moaned for you, fingers greedily digging into your hips and thighs. When you began to massage him through his loincloth, feeling him harden beneath your five-fingered touch, his control began to snap. “Yawntutsyìp, rutxe nìtam, new oe nga,” he begged.

You chuckled to yourself and pulled away from him, pouting as he desperately pulled your chest covering away, a few of the strands breaking and the beads scattering over the ground in his haste to bare your skin to his gaze, only to whine as his lips secured themselves around one of your nipples.

You moaned his name and allowed your fingers to busy themselves with removing the feathers from his braids as he suckled upon you like a babe trying to nurse, his teeth skittering the edge of your nipples and sending little thrills of pain-pleasure through your senses. When there was no more plumage to remove from his scalp, your fingers trailed down his striped back to the base of his spine and your gently wrapped your fingers around the base of his tail. He stiffened as you found a cluster of nerves there and pressed ever so gently, causing his cock to pulse where it pressed into your leg.

“Syor. I have you,” you teased him.

He nipped at your nipple in response before lowering his body further down yours and making short work of your own loincloth and baring you to his gaze entirely. He growled, hungrily, “Mowan, yawntutsyìp.” He lowered his mouth to your cunt and licked up the seam of your lower lips and groaned. “Kalin… better than anything I have ever tasted.” He then gently delved two fingers inside of you, feeling your inner walls contract tightly around the intruding digits as he lapped at the sensitive bud above and set a deliberately slow rhythm to tease you and heighten your need. Your hips began to rock up into his touch and his tongue, forcing his other hand to press down on your hip and restrict you from bruising his face. He chuckled at your needy whine. “Syor, yawntutsyìp. I have you,” he threw back at you.

You flipped him off the human way, earning an eyeroll before he began to suck on your clit.

You came quickly after that, his fingers curling in just the right way to have your torso going rigid, toes curling as your orgasm washed over you like a wave at the beach. Your jaw went slack and your mouth opened with a blissful moan as you rode the waves of pleasure that radiated from your core at Tsu’tey’s behest.

The male Na’vi eased away from your lower half and then leaned over you, enticing you to kiss him and taste yourself upon his tongue. You moaned and clung to him with one hand, the other working him free of his loincloth. He was hot as the center of a roaring fire and as hard as stone in your hand. He groaned as you stroked him and silently begged you for mercy, nipping at your lower lip. You spread your legs further and guided him to your entrance. He slid his cockhead agonizingly slowly against your core, gathering your wetness and coating himself with the proof of your want for him. You met his gaze and nodded, drawing one of your legs over his hip and slotting him where you needed him most.

The air punched out of your lungs as your cunt stretched to accommodate Tsu’tey’s girth, a groan escaping you as your slick, tight heat enveloped his thick cock. “~Oh, fuck~,” you whined, accidently slipping into English. “~So big. Give me a second. ~”

Tsu’tey smirked, chest puffing up slightly in masculine pride, even as he rolled his hips to ease himself slowly but surely further inside of your channel. Balancing on his elbows, he buried his head into your neck as his pelvis finally became flush with yours, your slick dribbling out of you and down his balls, reveling in the bliss of being connected with you in such a way and allowing your body to get used to your intrusion. When you began to move beneath him, he carefully slid back a bit before driving back inside of you. You gasped at the sensation, better than anything you might have felt with a human. Perhaps it was because he was so big. Or maybe it was because you truly loved him. You met each of his thrusts with a roll of your own hips, soft cries coming from your throat as your pleasure began to mount again. You grasped onto his back and accidently scored his back with red welts when you raked down his spine, your core pulsing where they were joined; you knew your orgasm was fast approaching.

Your muntxatan’s breaths were harsh by your ear, his hips wildly shoving into your as he neared his own end. You felt incredible, pleasure coursing through your veins like pulses of fiery heat and you could feel the coil inside your belly building a climax by winding tighter and tighter within you.

You locked your ankles at the small of his back to deepen the angle, crying out, “Tsaheylu, please. Oh, ma Eywa! Kehe ftang and make tsaheylu with me!”

He grunted and jerked his head to bring his kuru over his shoulder. Reaching for yours, the pink tendrils seemed to strain towards one another and then your pleasure doubled, and you climaxed with a cry, head thrown back, face contorting into a scream of ecstasy, your core squeezing the cock within you like a vice. His hips faltered and he came within your walls with a burst, a groan spilling from his lips as he shoved his pelvis as tightly against yours as possible, his seed discharging within your depths in thick spurts. You could feel his pleasure echoing back at you and shivered as he nestled into your side, his arms giving out finally. With sweat soaked limbs, you snuggled your face against his forehead, kissing him between the eyes and panting heavily as your orgasms ran its course.

“We are now one,” Tsu’tey whispered, his breath fanning over your breast. “We are mated before Eywa for all of eternity.”

You giggled, teasing, “Can’t get rid of me now.”

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Originally Posted: 13 February 2024 Word Count: 2,268

@crybabies-heart, @cryingwhilereading, @ikeyniofthetayrangi, @erenjaegerwifee, @bambithewriter, @lloreya

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mcswbkia · 1 year

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This is a little one shot In put together in the Universe of "I'll ride in this life with you" from @sassenach082 ! Hope you enjoy :)

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"Bradley?!" Ice called from down the stairs. It was almost time for dinner so he wanted to call the five year old downstairs.

"Bradley?!" Ice called again. When he still got no response, Ice made his way up the stairs. He was getting a little worried now.

"Bradley?" Ice asked again when he gently pushed the door of his bedroom open. Ice saw a flash of something disappearing under the bed, a spooked Bradley turning towards Ice.

"What have you got there, baby Goose?" Ice asked smiling.

"Nothing" Bradley lied.

"Don't lie, baby Goose. That's not polite" Ice said sternly.

"Now what have you got there?" Ice continued with a smile. Bradley sighed.

"It's a surprise" He said and got on his knees and grabbed something from under his bed. It was a cardboard F-14 that was painted grey. There was one black dot with white and red stripes and one red dot with white and blue stripes, where the pilot and his RIO would be seated.

"It's a gift for Mav. For Father's day" Bradley said a little shy. Ice almost started crying right then and there. Almost, but he held himself together.

"Oh, Bradley. He'll love it" Ice said fondly to the five year old in front of him.

"Really?" Bradley asked hopeful.

"Absolutely" Ice answered.

"When did you make this, baby Goose?" He asked as well. Bradley smiled.

"I made them at school with Ms. Anderson" the kid beamed.

"It's awesome, baby Goose. Now let's go eat. Mav's hungry" Ice said, picking up the five year old. Bradley giggled.

"So am I"

"Well then it's good that I came to fetch you" Ice smiled. Bradley nodded and they walked down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Little did Ice know, that Bradley had anotyher, identical, F-14 under his bed. But with a grey dot with blue stripes and a white dot on each side and a grey dot with red stripes and a yellow dot on each side.

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It was a friday night. Ice, Mav and Bradley just had dinner. Ice and Mav were cleaning up and doing the dishes. Bradley had disappeared to his room.

"I'm gonna go get Bradley ready for bed" Mav said once they were almost finished.

"Yeah, I'll finish up around here" Ice nodded. Mav disappeared up the stairs, but quickly returned again.

"What's wrong?" Ice asked, instantly worried.

Mav sprung to attention and said:

"We have orders to wait on the couch from admiral Bradley"

Mav grinned after that and Ice started to laugh.

"You really are an idiot, you know that?" Ice said. Now smiling softly at his wingman.

"But I'm your idiot" Mav grinned.

Ice shook his head and made his way over to the couch. Mav went to sit next to him.

"Are you ready?!" Bradley yelled from upstairs.

"Yes!" Mav yelled back. They heard Bradley storming down the stairs. The five year old appeared in front of them with two boxes in gift wrapper in his hands.

"What's all this, baby Goose?" Mav asked.

"It's a gift. For Father's day" Bradley said smiling. Mav looked a bit surprised by that. Bradley gave Mav one of the boxes.

"Open it" he said. Mav carefully opened the gift wrapper and then the box itself. Inside was the cardboard F-14, Ice had seen Bradley try to hide. Mav instantly teared up.

"Oh, I love it, baby Goose! Thank you" he said and gave the kid a hug. Ice watched the whole encounter fondly.

"What's in the other box, baby Goose?" Mav asked then. Bradley smiled widely and said:

"This one's for Ice!"

"For me?" Ice voiced his surprise. Bradley nodded and gave him the box. Ice opened it carefully. Inside was a cardboard F-14, identical to Mav's, but this one had his and Slider's helmets painted onto it.

"Oh, Bradley" Ice said choked up.

"It's beautiful!" and he pulled the kid, their kid, in his arms.

"I love you, papa" Bradley whispered into Ice's ears.

"I love you too, baby Goose" Ice whispered back.

The cardboard F-14 hung on to Ice's locker ever since.

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That's it! Hope you liked it :)

This is the plane I had in mind for the father's day gifts, but then F-14.

#i'llrideau #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #top gun 1986 #mavdad #top gun one shot

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makeitmingi · 9 months

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Cause Baby You’re My Muse [Chapter 6]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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There was a skip in your step as you approached KQ Entertainment today. In today’s work, you were going to record the guide vocals for a few of your tracks. You entered the building and waited for the lift. When it reached the producing floor, you stepped out.

“Thanks, Maddox hyun-” Hongjoong, who was exiting Maddox’s studio stopped in his tracks. You froze too, eyes scanning him.

“I wore it first!” You were quick to blurt it out. You and Hongjoong were basically wearing the same outfit; black ripped jeans, a striped turtle neck inside and a red leather jacket over.

“No, I wore it first. You copied me.” Hongjoong scoffed, stepping closer to inspect your outfit.

“Is this the same jacket? Cause I got mine at the corner shop in Insadong.”

“Corner shop in Insadong.” The both of you said at the same time. You both burst out laughing, what were the odds that you were wearing the same outfit and the accent piece was from the exact same shop.

“Joong, you left your- Woah.” Maddox stopped, seeing the two of you. He handed Hongjoong’s notebook over to him.

“You guys should take a picture.” He laughed. You were fine with the photo, knowing that Hongjoong wouldn’t post it online, so you handed your phone over to Maddox. You stood next to Hongjoong and Maddox took the picture. He did the same on Hongjoong’s phone, just that Hongjoong wanted you to have matching poses.

“No copying me next time, understand? It’s good to be original.” Hongjoong put a hand on your head, shaking it lightly with a baby-like teasing tone. You frowned, glaring at him. You slapped his hands away.

“Excuse you, you copied me. I know I’m cool but stop trying to copy my style.” You slapped his arm.

“Yah, you can’t hit your elders.” Hongjoong scolded.

“Yes, I can! Watch!” You reached over to flick his forehead. His eyes widened in outrage as he threw his entire body weight over you, putting his arms around you as you squirmed.

“Ack!” You choked. You broke free and ran down the hallway, making him chase you. The both of you burst out laughing.

“Mingi! Help me! Protect me! Hide me!” Seeing the tall boy emerge from the lift, you ducked behind him and held him in front of you.

“W-What’s going on? Indigo?” Mingi was utterly confused as to why you were using him as a human shield against his captain. Hongjoong tried to reach for you and you both ended up running around Mingi.

“Hyung, you told us not to bully Indigo. You can’t do the same.” Mingi decided to help you against the captain. Being so much taller, he was able to help you block Hongjoong off. Since you couldn’t stick your tongue out at him, you shot him a peace sign, having successfully turned Mingi against him.

“Mingi, you’re my favourite.” You hooked arms with him. You didn’t realise your actions made Mingi flustered.

“As happy as I am to hear that I am your favourite, I don’t want Wooyoung to know that and kill me.” Mingi chuckled sheepishly, covering his red ears.

“It’s a secret then.” You giggled and Mingi nodded his head. Hongjoong stared at the two of you, rolling his eyes. He couldn’t believe his own team member, a brother, would betray him.

“I’ll happily tell him that he isn’t your favourite.” Hongjoong scoffed and you squinted your eyes at him, mentally challenging him.

“I just realised that you’re dressed the same.” Mingi pointed out, looking at you and the captain.

“He copied me. Then when I called him out, he got upset, that’s why he started chasing me.” You explained with a disapproving shake of your head. Mingi nodded slowly, understanding your words.

“You are such a liar.” Hongjoong stuck his tongue out at you.

“Don’t listen to him, let’s go Mingi.” With your chin up, you marched away with Mingi, leaving Hongjoong behind.

“Wait, go where?” Mingi scratched his head, still a little lost. As you led him away, he turned and waved to Hongjoong, who scoffed. You ignored his question and walked with him until your studio. You keyed in your passcode and finally entered the room. Mingi stood in the hallway, unsure of whether you wanted to invite him in or not.

“You can come in if you’d like.” You chuckled, realising he was standing there in the hallway awkwardly. Safe to say, you have grown very comfortable with the boys. There was no need for you to tiptoe or be wary of them.

Like Hongjoong said, they were harmless 5 year olds.

“You seem very happy today.” Mingi noted. Not that you were broody all the time, but he noticed your happier demeanour.

“Oh, I’m recording some guide vocals today for some tracks so I’m rather excited. It’s a break from the more technical producing and mixing.” You explained to him, turning on your system.

“But don’t you have to edit later?”

“Shush, let me have my moment. Don’t go crushing my little pockets of happiness.” You held a hand up to him to silence him.

“Actually... are you free later today? Do you want to help me record the rap for my guide? San is coming in soon to help with some vocals.” You turned to him with a sparkle in your eye. Mingi took his phone out, scrolling for a bit.

“I’ll be free after lunch.” He informed.

“Great! I’ll see you then. I’ll send you what we’re working with for you to practice. And don’t worry about the lyrics, it’s just a guide.” You eye smiled at him.

“Okay, I’ll see you later, I guess.” Mingi smiled and waved back before exiting your studio. Once the door closed, you put your headphones on and became serious as you did your work. It was a good laugh that you had with Hongjoong this morning but now it was time to focus.

“Ah, ah. Testing.” You spoke into the mic as you set up in the recording studio. You’ve never worked in this recording studio before.

You didn’t have a nice enough voice to record the track but you did record your own vocals to send to San for him to practice. After much contemplation, San’s voice was the best to fit this part compared to Jongho’s.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Come in.” You replied.

“Hello.” San smiled with a bow as he entered. You looked up from your screen and waved to him.

“I brought you coffee. Oh, and a cookie. I hope chocolate chip is fine.” San slid into the seat next to you, putting the tray of coffee down. He took your coffee out and place the bag with the cookie next to it.

“Thank you, San. I needed this. And thank you for doing this for me.” You giggled and took a sip of the coffee.

“No problem at all. It’s always fun to be in the recording studio.” He had a kind smile.

“Okay, so before we begin, do you have any questions for me? This is just guide vocal recording so I’m sure you know that the lyrics don’t matter. I’m more concerned about matching the pace and tempo, getting a feel for it. See if the song can come together cohesively or whether there needs to be any changes to it.” You asked him.

“Actually, I have one question. Your voice in the sample you sent me was good, Indigo. Why don’t you use your own vocals?” He tilted his head.

“No, I don’t think my voice is very good. Plus, I have this thing about hearing my own voice, I’m not a fan of it. I think your voice is better and suits this piece better.” You laughed.

“Well, thank you for choosing me.” He put a hand on his heart.

“We can start whenever you’re ready.” You told him. He stood up and went to the recording booth, putting the headphones on.

“Can you hear me?” You spoke into the mic.

“Yes. Loud and clear.” He gave a thumbs up, adjusting the volume on the panel. You waited for him to do some vocal warm ups then he took his phone out to refer to whatever notes he took.

“We will start with the bridge and chorus first.” You told him. San, just like the Ateez members, was very hardworking and focused right from the get go. Even if this was just guide vocal recording, you could tell that he was giving it his all, as if this was a real recording.

“Playing back.” You said and played the recording for both and him to listen to. San took some notes on his phone.

“Can I record the chorus part again? I think I should change the tempo for the last two lines.” San spoke into his own mic.

“Sure. Cue yourself in with the bridge.” You instructed, playing his recording of the bridge to him. He had his phone in one hand to refer to his lyrics and notes. You bobbed your head along.

“Good job. Playing back.” You played the track for him. From the look on his face, you could tell he was so much more satisfied with the re-recorded part.

“Who is doing the rap part?” San asked.

“Mingi said he can come in and do it for me later.” You informed. The rest of the guide was recorded in parts, making it easier for you and San to make edits and adjustments when necessary.

“There’s a pause there, so no need to rush into it. Wait for the guitar to pick up again before starting.” You said.

“Okay, I’ll go again.” San nodded.

“Okay, nice. Let’s have a break. Thank you for your hardwork.” You spoke. San nodded and bowed, putting the headphone back on the stand. He appeared at the door again, taking a seat beside you to sip his coffee. He curiously peered at your computer screen, watching you arrange and adjust the vocal pieces together with the instrumental.

“Wow, this is cool. Actually, I’ve never really recorded guide vocals before. Hongjoong hyung produces with Edenary and they do the guide vocals since he can sing and rap.” San explained.

“I used to record my own guide to send out but I really don’t like it. That’s why I asked if you and Mingi would be interested in helping me.” You said.

“Anytime I’m free, I’ll help you. I’m having fun and I get to learn about this whole process too.” He grinned.

“Do you think this is an Ateez song?” San asked.

“You never know. I just have these pieces and if I think they fit the concept, I’ll submit them in. Whether the company decides to choose them is out of my hands.” You said and he nodded in agreement.

Before moving on, you and San chatted, sharing a little bit about yourselves. San was also kind and patient enough to tell you things about Ateez, as well as answer any questions that you had when you were researching.

“So, the Wanteez episode where you guys drank...” You started, eyes not moving away from your computer screen.

“Ah... What about that?” His voice slightly squeaked at the end of his question, making you snicker.

“Was it real? Like you guys were really drunk?” You asked.

“Yes, it was real. I don’t remember much from what happened in the episode, only when we re-watched it then we knew how it all went down. Plus, we watched the uncut version from the editors so it was a lot worse. But I do have to say I hold my alcohol a lot better than what was portrayed.” He defended.

“You were very cute during the yelling game. I agree that Wooyoung was mean in yelling to the point where you fell off the chair.” You laughed and turned your head to see him bury his face in his hands.

“I’m never doing that again. And I hate the yelling game or rather, I think I just hate people yelling at me. It’s scary.” He pouted.

“I’ll make sure no one yells at you if I’m ever there.” You promised.

“Thanks.” He blushed.

“Besides your adorable singing and snacking in the photobooth, Hongjoong wanting to go into the chair to go home was the highlight. He is such a dork.” You couldn’t contain your laughter as you remembered the scene.

“We don’t hold our liquor very well... Yunho and Jongho would be the best, I think. I can’t remember.” He scratched his head.

“Wooyoung seemed to be okay.”

“He either giggles a lot or gets angry or switch between the two. I’m sure you saw the episode where we all got colonoscopies and how his anger unleashed.” San said and you nodded your head.

“Who knew it was possible for you guys to be more chaotic than you are now? All you need to do is add some alcohol.” You scoffed.

“Or he could get touchy. Like how he kissed Yunho.” San added.

As you continued to get to know more about San, you realised that his tough appearance and powerful dance moves were just one aspect of him. He is actually sensitive, gentle and has one of the biggest hearts you’ve ever met. You could tell that he cares a lot about people, which softens your heart. You found his sulking pout very cute too.

“Thanks again for coming in. Have a nice day.” After the recording was all done, you bowed to San gratefully. You were going to part ways for him to go for his schedule. San reached out to hug you.

“Call me anytime. It was fun.” He laughed. You nodded, wrapping your arms around him, patting his back.

“Bye.” He waved and left while you went back to your studio.

“What should I eat?” You scrolled on your phone, looking for a place to get lunch from. Since you wanted to work and eat at the same time, you got some chinese food, which wouldn’t be too messy.

*DING DONG*

“Delivery.” You heard the deliveryman outside your studio door, the doorman must have let him in this time to give the food directly.

“Thank you.” You picked up your order and brought it into the studio as the deliveryman left. You ordered fried rice with black bean sauce and a small portion sweet & sour pork.

“Alright, where were we?” With your bowl in one hand, you sat at your desk and began to arrange the guide vocals. While San was recording, you had made notes of changes you wanted to make to the instrumental so you applied those changes and layered the vocals over.

“Better...” You nodded your head as you played back the track. While listening, you ate a spoonful of food.

When you were done with your food, you bagged up the trash and took it out, not wanting the food smell to linger for too long. You even sprayed air freshner in the studio afterwards.

“Hey.” Mingi appeared at your door just as you were coming back from using the bathroom.

“Come in. You’re early.” You chuckled, keying in the passcode.

“Yeah, my schedule ended early.” He rubbed the back of his neck. Since you were still editing, Mingi sat down on your couch to wait for you. He quietly looked around the decor of your studio. It was very minimalistic.

“Just let me finish this up real quick and we’ll start. Sorry.” You turned to bow your head.

“No worries, I’m early anyway. Please take you time.” Mingi smiled. He watched you put your headphones on and begin working. You bobbed your head gently, hand tapping against the desk.

“Tch, this isn’t it either...” You mumbled to yourself with a shake of your head. Then you lifted your head to look at the big monitor and began clicking with your mouse to move things around. Mingi usually watched the other producers and Hongjoong do this but seeing you do it was somehow mesmerising to him. You were so focused and in the zone.

“Okay, I’m done. Let’s go to the recording studio.” You stood up, stretching yours arms. Mingi nodded and waited for you to gather your laptop before walking to the same recording studio you used with San earlier.

“How was recording with San?” Mingi asked.

“It was good, a productive session. We managed to do quite a bit. You all are very hardworking.” You giggled.

“We have to be when our captain is such a perfectionist.” Mingi chuckled as he held the lift door open for you to enter. You walked in with a greatful bow of your head.

“But I think there’s passion and appreciation for the craft too. San was able to pick up corrections before I could and wanted to re-record parts he thought he could improve on, which is commendable.” You explained.

“Plus, he helped me learn some things about Ateez.” You added with a laugh.

“O-Oh? Like what?” Mingi grew a little nervous, wondering just how much San told you about them.

“Like how people call you Princess Mingi, especially Yunho.” You teased. Mingi immediately grew flustered, opening his mouth to defend himself but no coherent words seemed to form.

“T-That...”

“Relax, I’m just teasing. I teased San plenty too, especially with the drunk Wanteez episode. He turned to red when I brought up what happened. And if it is any consolation, I think you’d make a great princess.” You snickered. Mingi knew you were just teasing him but his cheeks burned.

“Anyway, I’m looking forward to recording this with you.” You told him as you entered the recording studio with him. Mingi watched you set up your computer and sat down in the seat San had.

“That’s a lot of pressure...” Mingi gulped.

“No, don’t be pressured. This is just a guide recording so like I said this morning, lyrics don’t matter. Just have fun with it.” You eye smiled at him.

“I just tried to follow the tempo and speed mainly, the words are gibberish.” Mingi scrolled on his phone.

“That’s fine. Don’t worry, Mingi. You’ve got this.” You tiptoed and patted his shoulder. Your soft, encouraging tone and pat on the shoulder seemed to melt all of Mingi’s anxiousness aaway.

“Alright.” Mingi nodded and went into the recording booth.

“Can you hear me?” You spoke into the mic once he had the headphones on. He gave you a thumbs up.

“Ready when you are.” You told him. From your side of the glass, you watched Mingi mouth and run through the lyrics and notes that he had on his phone. He took a deep breath before turning to you and nodding as the cue to start the track.

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ghostwoe · 5 months

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the sandworm

beetlejuice.

notes — female!reader &. this was previously posted upon my blog before i restarted it, so here’s a repost as it has been asked for!

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THE FAMILIAR — slithering sound echoed throughout the wooden floorboards as y/n sat on top of her comfy mattress and slipped on her favorite shoes after she had gotten herself ready for the day. a giggle escaped past her lips as she felt the familiar heavy weight go across her covered feet as her e/c irises peered down upon the black and white sandworm.

“hey there buddy!” she called out with a soft grin upon her face before she continued talking to the sandworm, “it’s been awhile since i’ve seen ya. you wanna tell me what happened to you?” she questioned out loud as she gently moved the sandworm off of her shoe and walked over to her closet to figure out what jacket or hoodie would feel the most comfortable with the outfit she had previously chosen.

“i’d choose the black and white stripe one, toots.” an unfamiliar voice called out with a giggle following after it as the owner realized that the woman had frozen in her place. “i’m just hearing things.” she muttered to herself as she stared at the black and white hoodie with a small grin, subconsciously agreeing with the voice that she heard and slipped it on.

she spun around on her heel with a big grin, ready to show her little sandworm friend that she’s had since she was a child that they were matching only to turn around to see a ghoulish looking man in front of her.

a gasp escaped past her lips as they made eye contact and a piece within her felt strangely at home. “well, i damn near got myself hitched to come into the mortal world but thank hell i didn’t.” the man licked his palm and slicked his chaotic yet fluffy hair back as a grin etched itself onto his face.

“didn’t realize i was destined to be with such a babe!” the man bellowed with a giggle as he began to prance around her bedroom to get a better look than he did before. “excuse me- sir, what?” y/n asked with curiosity and confusion in her tone as she watched the man inspecting her bedroom that she’s had since she was a mere child.

“oh come on now, babe, isn’t it obvious? you got yourself universally attached to one hell of a ghoul, one of the most eligible ghouls.” the green haired male boasted as he stepped closer to her and slid his hands around her waist. her e/c irises locked onto his jacket and realization dawned upon her.

“the sandworm! you’re the fucking sandworm!” y/n nearly screamed as she realized and playfully hit his chest causing him to laugh at his destined one’s actions. “my entire life and you sat there not saying a damn word to me, making me think i was crazy at times when i was talking to a goddamn sandworm!”

the ghoul had laughed once more and brought his hands up to cup her face with a large grin upon his own. “babe, i’m the only one that can call you crazy? and i’m crazier than you.”

oh did juno lose her mind even further once she came to the realization that beetlejuice had finally met his one, let alone the fact that she was mortal.

#beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice imagines #beetlejuice imagine #beetlejuice

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yeonzzzn · 7 months

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🎙chasing you: lee know / bang chan

pairing: lee know x afab!reader x bang chan word count: 1.3k

synopsis: you couldn’t believe you got hired as an intern at your favorite radio show. While hoping to learn the do’s and dont’s of being a radio personality, you start to fall for both of your bosses…

genre: radio show host!au, non-idol!au, love triangle, smut

warnings: will be given on each part ♡

intro | one | two | three

You wiped your sweaty hands on the fabric of your skirt, repeating the same words over and over in your head, “Just walk in idiot!! What are you so afraid of?” But the truth of it was that you were afraid of everything and anything that could go wrong.

The sole fact that you were even standing outside the building terrified you. You kept checking the address on the crumpled-up piece of paper, and sure enough, this was obviously the right place no matter how many times you rechecked it.

A week ago you sat on the corner of your bed, listening to your favorite radio show: Stray Days. You couldn’t help but smile and giggle at the radio personality hosts and the jokes and stories they would tell. There were two of them: Christopher Bang and Lee Minho.

It was just any other normal day listening to their show when the boys announced they were looking for a third host. You jumped at the opportunity and applied on their website, not even thinking you’d be lucky enough to get the job.

But here you are, your luck finding its way to you as you stand in front of the building they record and work in.

You were surprised when you got the email yesterday morning saying you got the job and would start as an intern today. You were up all night choosing your outfit.

You decided to go with your favorite black skirt, white and black striped long-sleeve shirt tucked into the skirt, white high-top converse, and black knee-high socks. Your hair was curled and gently pulled behind your ears. It was an amazing look, your best friend Han even agreed.

Whipping out your phone from your tote bag, you dial his number, and pick up not even a second later.

“You better be calling me from inside that building, Y/N.”

Before you could even speak a word, Han was already speaking again.

“Y/N, dammit I can literally hear the wind on your in. You haven’t gone inside yet?!”

You sighed, “Hannie I’m terrified! What if I fuck up and they hate me?”

“Impossible,” he reassured you, “They are going to LOVE you! I promise. Y/N, girl, you literally fit all the requirements for the job. You’re funny, talented, have an amazing storytelling voice and you’re so creative. Stop doubting yourself and get your ass inside that building before you are late!”

Han’s words were enough to encourage you to walk inside. To push open the door and stroll in like you deserved to be here.

But once the door closed behind you, that confidence left.

“Holy fuck, Hannie.”

You could practically hear the confusion in his voice, “Yes?”

“I’m inside and now I’m scared again.”

“Oh my fuck, I’m hanging up.”

“No!! Han!”

And the line went dead.

You cursed him for leaving you but decided maybe it was best to find where you were supposed to go before you were late.

The hall at the end opened up to a lobby, a receptionist sat at the desk typing away at her computer.

You walked up, once again wiping the sweat forming on your hands.

She notices you right away, “Welcome in! You must be Y/N, correct?” she said with a smile.

You nodded, “Yes, that’s me!”

“Perfect!” She stood up from the chair, pointing you over to the elevator, “Mr. Chan and Lee are waiting for you on the third floor. If the sign is red, do not walk into the studio.”

You once again nodded, “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Oh, call me Jihyo!”

You gave her a soft smile, thanked her again, and made your way to the elevator.

Once inside, you pressed the button for the third floor. A few seconds later, the short ride ended.

You stepped out of the elevator. Reality hits you like a truck. Holy fuck, you’re actually here. You’ve dreamt about being a radio personality. You even joined the broadcasting club in high school. So now that you’re standing in an actual recording studio sent chills down your spine and your heart wanted to leap out of your chest.

There was a small hall that turned into the studio, and the red “on-air” sign was lit up.

A muscular guy sat at the control desk, moving the dials on the soundboard, adjusting the sound coming from inside the recording room.

You slowly walked up, seeing Christopher Bang and Lee Minho themselves. They sat across from each other, laughing together, papers in hand that you assumed were the scripts.

The guy at the desk turned around, removing one of the earmuffs off his head, and turned back around, “You must be the new girl.”

“Yes.” You softly spoke.

“The guys are almost done, they are wrapping up the last bit and will be out to greet you.”

You nodded, the nerves setting in even more.

“Changbin.”

His words snapped you out of your daze, “I’m sorry?”

“Changbin. I’m the tech guy, nice to meet you.”

You’ve heard his name plenty of times from the guys. They always talk about how great of a tech guy he was for them. Sometimes even make jokes and tease him while on air knowing he can’t do anything about it.

Even though Changbin looks like he would fold them out in less than ten seconds alone.

“I’m Y/N, it’s very nice meeting you as well, Changbin.”

Changbin held up his hand, folding each finger down until one remained then switched the sign off.

Christopher and Minho stood from the chairs, setting their headsets neatly on the table.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage, watching closely as the two men who have inspired you to continue your dreams, walked out of the recording studio.

They high fives Changbin, before they stopped in front of you.

You could have sworn they could see how fast your heart was beating, ready to burst open from your chest.

All you could do was stare at them, they were two gorgeously hot men, who happened to be your bosses.

“You must be Y/N,” Christopher’s thick Aussie accent said with a wide smile, “welcome to our studio.”

You nodded, “Thank you for giving me this chance, Mr. Bang and Mr. Lee.”

They both chuckled. You tilted your head in confusion, did you say something wrong?

“We don’t go with Mr, around here,” Minho said, reaching out for your hand, “Call me Minho.” His bunny smile warms your heart, calming whatever nerves that were once there.

You smiled at him, “Thank you, Minho.”

Christopher cleared his throat, gaining your attention, “You may call me by my name or even Chan, whichever you prefer.”

Chan stared down at Minho’s hand still connected with yours, his brows raising.

You pulled away from Minho, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“Now, for the next couple weeks we will train you the basics of being a host,” Chan started, “Changbin will also train you how to properly use the boards and when to switch the volume for the sounds.”

You nodded, “When will I be ready to be in the booth with you both?”

Chan took a step closer to you, your body frozen in place as you stared up at him, “You will have a couple of practice sessions with both of us. There will be a point system, if you reach all the points, you will start being on-air with us.”

Minho leaned down closer to you, his bunny smile even wider than before, “Not to mention if you don’t meet our expectations, you will be removed and we will find another host.”

You glanced back and forth between them, smirks dancing on their faces.

Little did you know the challenges you would face over the next few weeks, but also the way the two would grab your heart.

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A/N: hello! This is my first ever multi-part imagination! I have been racking my brain on this idea for a couple of weeks now and couldn’t for the life of me decide who would fit better for this. In the end, I decided the two I kept switching back and forth for (they also are both my bias and my bias wreck, so this fic just was perfect for what I’m imagining) I hope you guys enjoy this and look forward to the spice to come! As of right now, this image has three parts, but I will add more if it’s needed for the story to end. enjoy!♡

#channie #leeknowuknow #stray kids #skz fanfic #skz imagines #skz fanfiction #skz scenarios #bang chan x reader #reader x bang chan #lee know x reader #reader x lee know #skz x reader #reader x stray kids #bang chan #lee minho #yeonzzzn writing

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