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mikareo · 3 months

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“ ࣭⸰ ★ THE MOON SAYS HELLO. . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀呪術廻船; geto suguru x fem reader ⠀ ꒰ . . part one of three ꒱ . . . word count; 3.6k

⊹ ⠀⠀despite his insistence on never falling in love, suguru fails to stop himself from becoming smitten with his best friend’s beloved. you’ve become a flicker of hope in his darkness— though you’re someone who can never and will never be his to have and to hold.

series contains; if gojo didn’t kill geto n geto was given a chance to redeem himself, redemption arc!geto, human caretaker!reader, kind of e2l but also not really, love triangle, gojo x reader, fluff, major angst, heartbreak, wedding at the end, swearing probably, geto refers to humans as monkeys per usual author's note; rewritten fic, will be 3 parts in total (i'm half done pls be patient w me im a slow writer...)

YEAR ONE, DAY ONE

His face is sore. So sore. It’s red, swollen, and sore after he’s spent the last three hours screaming in frustration with his current predicament. This is absurd, Satoru should’ve just killed him when he had the chance. Geto’s lost count of how many times his palms have slapped his own face; over and over again with wishes that he can wake up from this hellish nightmare the higher ups call ‘rehabilitation’— though he can somewhat still recall the first slap that he’d given himself around the half-hour mark. He’s got a pretty good memory…that doesn’t stop him from hoping his veins aren’t too noticeable as they angrily protrude from his forehead in crimson currents.

He’d rather be dead than imprisoned like this…like an animal…like one of those damn useless monkeys.

The intensity of his wails continue to bounce off of the barren walls— barren aside from the dark mark he’d punched in earlier— and echo like a party of lost ghouls in the bottom of an empty well. Geto feels like a mad man.

He’s only just begun his isolation and he’s already growing mad with boredom.

A huff escapes his lips as he plops himself down onto the twin-sized bed that’s nestled in the corner of his so-called ‘suite’. With linen sheets and a dark maroon comforter, it’s almost a cozy living situation; in another life, Geto could imagine himself cuddling beneath the covers with his favorite book and a soft record playing in the background for some ambience. That world is far far away now. Even if he asked for a record player, he doubts the higher ups would grant him one. He’s their most valuable prisoner, and they’re sure to keep him as miserable as possible until he’s one-hundred-percent pure hearted once more. However, despite their reluctance to grant him the things he wants, these aren’t the worst living arrangements he’s ever encountered and he knows that Gojo did his best to give him the best commodities he could to…well…a highly dangerous criminal.

This is the only path to forgiveness, he reminds himself, constantly trying to be optimistic about the utter absurdity of it all.

Optimism hasn’t been his specialty in a long time; anyone with a working pair of eyes would be able to deduce that, and he despises it. He’s quite rusty with the characteristic and has looked on the darker side for a while now— but wishes that he could be as reckless as he once was as a teenager. He can vividly remember how loud his laughter was with Gojo and Shoko, laughing as they chased each other throughout the school yard and using each other's cursed energy to their advantage in games of tag— but that would be near impossible now. His two best friends can barely look him in the eyes after the treason he’s committed. Gojo views him as a ticking time bomb and Shoko’s healed too many people to count that he’s harmed.

If he stepped one foot out of this room, he believes he’d be smothered on sight.

The Jujutsu Society fears Geto Suguru..

…and Geto Suguru fears himself.

In all fairness, he deserves everything that’s come to him. What he did was awful; mass murdering humans…trying to murder even more humans…harming innocent students…starting a war during the holiday season…the whole gist. There are obviously bad actions from the past that continue to haunt Geto to this day and will continue haunting him so long as he breathes— but that’s all it is now…the past. He wants redemption. He needs redemption. If Gojo managed to reach clarity within Geto’s awful decisions, then maybe he can too.

Geto wants to get better, to be better…not only for Gojo…but for himself.

This is exactly why he and his best friend has devised a plan, one that will hopefully help lead Geto on a better path— a five-year path that will only be completed if he truly wants it to, and a half a decade seems like quite a bit of time to most; but for Geto, he doesn’t know if it will be enough.

For Satoru…do it for Satoru…

He wraps his arms around himself in an attempt to comfort his heart that beats with fear every second of every day. It’s been so long since he’s been hugged by another, and he doubts he’ll ever feel that love and comfort from someone in his life. It’s the first time in a long time that he’s been alone with his thoughts with no one else to turn to; and if he’s being honest, there’s nothing in the entire world that scares him more than his own mind.

“Geto Suguru?”

He doesn’t recognize that voice.

The soft sound comes from seemingly nowhere, startling Geto with a slight jump. Whomever it is sounds frail and weak, obviously intimidated by whom they’re going to be in the presence of in mere minutes; and Geto already finds nothing but annoyance at his new companion. Of course they’re going to have prior judgment. He bets you already hate him for the rumors and stories. He doesn’t really have a choice whether or not you come in, though. Gojo insisted on a caretaker— someone to talk to so he doesn’t go insane by himself— and Geto will do anything to make his best friend happy. So, he stands up and dusts his pants off, making sure to look more presentable, and stalks towards the entryway. His hand meets the knob, yanking it open, and ready to meet the stranger on the other side.

Standing before him is you, a woman around his age. You can’t possibly be older than twenty-six, but perhaps you’re a few years younger. In your hands are various sweets and snacks that Gojo knows Geto loves, balancing on a silver tray that shines more light in the room than he’d care for. The reflections dazzle straight into his eyes, blinding him briefly with a scowl on his face. Of course Gojo would know to send you in with his favorites. He’s so predictable. His best friend is less surprising than he thinks, causing Geto to roll his eyes to the top of his head; though he appreciates the kind gesture. It’s far past dinner, though. Gojo must’ve struggled to convince the others to allow him a proper meal.

“Don’t just stand there, monkey.” Geto commands whilst gesturing to the small dining table in the center of his confined space. “Come inside.”

The instant you stepped into his presence, it was horribly noticeable that you have no cursed energy. Zero. Not a lick of it…and he struggles to hide the disgust with his body language. He can’t help but be annoyed that a monkey such as yourself is going to be in his company for the next five years.

With his distaste for you clear as day, he pulls out a chair for himself and disregards the kind option of pulling out yours prior; expectantly looking towards you with the expectation that you’re going to serve him his meal like a servant.

“Well, monkey…” he trails off disinterested, “I’m waiting.”

You hustle towards him, quickly and efficiently placing the special grade sorcerer’s meal on the placemat before him and taking the empty seat opposite. There’s a small breath you’re holding in, Geto can see it in your throat— it’s suffocating you with fear for your life as your fingers lightly tap the dark wood in a nervous fit.

You’re completely pathetic. As if a monkey would ever have the courage to speak to him. This is ridiculous.

His hands slam against the table with a loud bang. “What are you doing?” he questions, heavily interrogating you as you cower in your seat like a meak mouse. “Does Satoru expect you to monitor my meals?”

He really is nothing but a prisoner, isn’t he?

“What damage could I possibly do with this slob that’s been served to me by the scum of the earth? Start a food fight in the halls? Overthrow the Jujutsu world with a biscuit?” (If that is the case, in your defense, the biscuits are quite hard. There must be a new kitchen hand in training who based them.) This is a horrible day.

As Geto impatiently awaits your answer, a deep breath escapes your lips— perhaps a way to soothe your heartbeat into something less than a record-breaking speed— and you attempt to focus your stress and fear into a fleeting moment of zen. Your large eyes shut for a total of three seconds; one, two, three…before opening again. This time, as his own eyes make contact with yours, they’re shining with slightly more confidence than before as you swallow hard and settle your gaze on Geto— the look in your eyes evolving from that of anxiety to empathy.

“Actually,” your lips rise into a thin smile, “Gojo Satoru didn’t send me here, the higher ups did.”

Your eyes search Geto’s for any signs of discomfort or inner rage that could be boiling beneath the surface of his poker face. It appears that he’s grown even stronger at hiding his true emotions towards humans; however, you can see through the veil. Yes, it’s thick and difficult to brush past, but there’s a slight opening in the center that you peek inside— and what you can see in his heart is a man who simply wants to finally do what’s right.

“The higher ups are aware that Gojo Satoru has a soft spot for you— hell, everyone who knows your name is aware that when it comes to you, he has no reason. He has no right of mind. I’m only here to monitor and report your progress in an honest manner. That’s it. That’s all. I promise I won’t intrude on your life more than necessary.”

Shit.

“I’m sorry, Geto Suguru…but you’re stuck with me.”

It’s as if his left and right sides are arguing between themselves. His good conscience says that he should give you a chance, perhaps you could be different than the monstrous humans that attempted to kill his beloved Mimiko and Nanako; while his bad conscience tells him to let out one of his cursed spirits to devour you where you stand. Listening to his right side would definitely get him his best case scenario…a chance to see his girls again…but the left side would be so much more enjoyable. Oh well. At least the higher ups sent someone somewhat his age and not an ancient and decaying corpse like themselves. That’s a disgusting thought. He’d rather be hugged by a hundred humans than be forced to befriend a higher up. A shiver runs through Geto’s spine as a newfound appreciation for you is birthed within him.

“Do you have a name?” Geto taunts as he begins to pick at his meal, slightly disgusted with the stale quality of some of the snacks but nevertheless thankful that he at least has something to subside his aching hunger. “Or should I just call you ‘monkey’ as I do with the rest of your kind?”

That sound?

You’re laughing?

Your giggles are surprisingly pleasant to Geto’s ears as they harmonize into a song that he can imagine himself listening to each morning. Why did you find that funny? He was quite literally insulting your entire existence. Geto is dumbfounded by the strange humor you seem to have, considering that he was being entirely serious with his question. Humans are so strange. He’s never really been able to understand how your peoples’ minds work, but perhaps he could begin to learn the basics. It’s not like he has anything better to do, and some entertainment would be nice.

He’ll keep you around…it wouldn’t hurt and you can be his companion kind of like a pet.

Pets are cute…

…your smile is cute too.

You smile once more, answering his question with a blush on your face. “Please,” your cheeks redden, “Call me by my name, Suguru.”

YEAR ONE, DAY NINETY-FOUR

“You’re late.” Geto crosses his arms over his chest, exhaling a large breath of air in a loud and annoyed huff as he attempts to seem seriously angered by his new friend’s awful timing.

It’s nearly twenty minutes past the time that you were supposed to be here; emphasis on supposed. He’s been waiting with his eyes staring at the clock, watching it tick and tick as the time passed by with no you knocking on his door. That’s twenty whole minutes of time in which he was forced to entertain himself rather than listen to your rambles and rants about whatever the latest scandal is in the outside world. You love that pop culture gossip stuff that social media and magazines rave about, and in a weird way, you somewhat remind him of his daughters— personality-wise…not attraction wise…that would be weird.

Over the past few months, Geto’s grown severely accustomed to the daily routine that you’ve developed, becoming so fond of you that he strangely pictures your smile and recalls your laughter when you aren’t even here. Friendship is a funny thing. He doesn’t think he’s ever had a friend like yourself; yes, Satoru will always be his closest confidant…but his relationship with you is different in a way that he can’t quite put his finger on. He’s never considered anyone else the highlight of his every day like he does you. Your company is the kind of presence that he overwhelmingly enjoys; with such a positive and warm nature exuding comfort to Geto’s loneliness, and your judgment-free outlook on life rivaling his pessimism in a perfect mixture of negativity and optimism. He wishes he’d met you sooner, perhaps when he was a child— and if he had, maybe he wouldn’t have turned out the way he did.

It’s too bad you would’ve only been an awful human to him back then…he would’ve called you his infamous nickname without batting an eye…a monkey…

…a mere monkey whom he never ever thought he’d develop unwanted feelings for.

For his entire life, Geto always told himself not to fall in love. That love isn’t real. It isn’t obtainable, not when there are people like Satoru in the world— people that you can’t help but love— and then people like him; people who you can’t help but hate. With that being said, he’s never necessarily been looking forward to any potential love matches in his future.

…no matter who he was involved with…

…until he met you.

“Sorry about that, Suguru!” you hustle through the doorway, your appearance a tangled mess with dusty dirt particles littered with gravel.

There’s a large scratch on your right cheek, not deep or in danger of infection in any way, but noticeable enough that he’s able to see it from a distance. Knowing you, it’s most likely accidentally self-inflicted in some sort of way; you being notorious for tripping or snagging your skin on the sharp end of a table. How do you always manage to be so uncoordinated? Geto can’t help but let out a short laugh, his eyes scrolling up and down your body and taking in your entire appearance, dirt and all. You even manage to make dirt look good. What the fuck? He hates this.

Your voice carries on as you approach him. “I was running on time, but then I saw this adorable shop downtown and I just had to make a stop.” The overexaggerated tone you hold is amusing as your hands wave through the air in a physical storytelling of your experience. The skin of your cheeks is flushed red from your sprint through the city, looking beautiful in resemblance to that of a blooming rose.

Geto can feel his own face heating up at the sight of you, choosing to shrug nonchalantly in an attempt to seem as if he doesn’t care at all about your dilemma…

…as if he doesn’t care about every second of your everyday…

…as if your overall excitement isn’t the only thing that truly keeps him going nowadays.

“You tell me these things as if what you do outside of this room matters to me.” He hopes his words mask his rising blush. (Spoiler alert: They don’t.)

Flawlessly, you brush off Geto’s phony disinterest without the slightest acknowledgement. It’s as if the phrase had never even left his lips, with no evidence and proof of insult. This isn’t an uncommon occurrence when the topic of what you do when you’re not with him comes up in conversation, as the prisoner typically tries to ignore his interest in your daily shenanigans— and you can’t deny that it hurts. Most of the time, it feels as if Geto never actually listens to anything you say, and you were able to quickly realize that in the early weeks of your arrangement when the pain began to torment your heart; ripping and shredding it to bits with every eye roll and mocking scoff. You don’t seem to matter in Geto’s point of view. He doesn’t care…at least that’s what you believe.

In contrast to Geto, you’re an emotional spirit— you crave love.Love is all you’ve ever wanted, needed, and desired. In your time with him, you’ve developed inklings of feelings as well. However, you’ve chosen to let your feelings grow and blossom out of the dirtied patch of grass they were planted in— ignoring the warnings every single person in your life has given you in advance. Despite that, Geto continues to stomp on your budding flowers. He takes a heavy watering can, filled to the brim with hose water, and drowns your garden in the tears that you shed in the privacy of your bedroom. Those tears that are a never ending waterfall due to the fact that you know it isn’t your job to fall in love with your client. Your duty to Jujutsu Society is to help Geto learn to love humans and sorcerers as one in the same and to gain the trust of his community once more— not to love you.

“Okay, before you judge me, at least give me a chance to explain myself.” Stumbling towards Geto, you accidentally trip over your own feet in embarrassment, and proceed to hold out a single flower not yet in bloom. “It’s freshly cut. I saw a bouquet in the window and it caught my eye, because it reminded me of you; but I knew you’d hate a flashy bunch of them so I just bought the one.”

It reminded you of him?

Taking the gift into his own hands, Geto studies it intensely. The rose is a dark shade of red, crimson, or scarlet depending on your vocabulary. The petals are a brighter color while the plushness near the stem turns dark, more sinister as it approaches the thorns lining the sides. Just by looking at the rose, he can understand why it made you think of him. It’s gorgeous, but practically untouchable figuratively and literally. There’s only one angle that he can hold the stem at that doesn’t prick his fingers. Ouch. And he just did the very thing he was being so careful of avoiding.

All his life, he’s never been the kind of person who longed for gifts or compliments, but when coming from the right person…perhaps he is.

Whilst he struggles to come up with a reply— a simple ‘thank you’ or ‘i appreciate this’— you mentally applaud yourself as you’ve finally found a way to make him speechless…

…but your praise for yourself is short-lived.

He can’t be weak. Not even for you.“I guess it’s not terrible.” Geto throws the flower to the ground and lightly kicks it away with his right foot. As one of the beautiful petals drifts away from the lonely flower, he turns away, not being able to endure the heartbroken look on your face and the offended rose on the floor. Why does he have to be like this? “I’m sure that garbage is all a monkey like you can afford anyways.” Why is he so cruel?

His eyes clench shut as he hears the door begin to close. You’re so gentle even when upset. He admires that about you— you’re the calm to his ever-raging storm, the sailor to his tsunami, and the lifeboat to his wreckage— you’re the most pure-hearted person he knows, and you don’t deserve this awful anger he holds within him.

Is he…crying?

As tears begin to drip down his cheeks, Geto collapses against the wall with his knees buckling beneath him and his weight crumbling down to a pile of patheticness. He’s just a shell of a man undeserving of someone like you. Soft sobs escape his lips and silent cries fill the hollow room, absent of your joy, crying out until he notices the faint outline of the young rose beside him. With the flick of his hand, he snatches the flower off the ground and lifts the thorny plant with careful hands— finally and truly understanding your meaning behind the gift. This is how you see him? He’s dreadful and hurtful to others on the outside, prickling kind people away with his thorns…but when encouraged and supported, he has the potential to become something beautiful.

Someone that could one day be compared to the beauty that is of a blooming rose.

With the budding rose in his grasp, Geto sits alone. He realizes that he’s only able to become that person with the help of you. You’re the only person that has even come close to seeing him for who he truly is; aside from Satoru you’re the only person who would think of giving such a gift to the number one enemy of the Jujutsu world. You’re the only person who he’s ever come to feel true and honest romantic love towards.

Geto has to become better. Not only for himself and Satoru…but now, for you.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀thank you for reading! reblogs are greatly appreciated! ⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀i promise i'll post the next 2 parts soon pls be patient :3

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rui-drawsbox · 3 months

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remembering the most memorable mc's (with canon appearences) from the otomes i played

all of them are phone games btw. and looong rambling about the games after the cut!

Mystic messenger has been in my radar since i was in elementary school but i played it for the first time after the spanish traslation came out (2017 i think?) Seven shaped my type in such a specific way that im not really sure why loved him so much (it was the whole "he loves you in every route" stuff). I like a lot the default mc, most of the fandom did and that was enough to won me over

Rosa is top tier protagonist tbh, Tears of Themis has really good story and characters (as far i played, not a lot but i enjoyed it) The reason i'm not that much of a fan is bc the game is expensive asf and not very free to play friendly. You're either lucky or have a big wallet with the gacha

i miss my wife man(Marius)

Ephemeral has to be one of the best free to play otomes i've played tbh (if my memories aren't tricking me, it's been years) Good artwork, good storyline, good characters and as far i remember you can unlock one chapter of the character route per day (mabye two days, idk) and the mc's background has an important role in every route (she's a zombie! she's pretty now but eventually will fall apart, aaaaand her story gets expanded in one of the routes!) ((shes also adorable)) There's also a sequel, if you wanted more of the boys! never finished it but i'd recommend it

Honorable mentions! Huellitas Mágicas is a great game! has a really good cast with well fleshed arcs for all the characters, even the scondary ones! The game shines more for the development of *all* the characters rather than just the protagonist/ml. The main theme is overcoming insecurities! Each love interest has a different way of helping our (very insecure) protagonist and helping different characters with their own struggles :DD

10/10 i recommend this game if you want something cute and can be finished in a few hours, if i remember right. It also has a sequel! with like- 12 new love interests, also never finished it bc i didnt found a guide that worked for me but ñek

A3! is my canon event as a gacha player. Discovered the english/global server, tried it and got bored, left it for a few months, tried it again and fell in love, noticed the game was going to shut down bc low sales -HAHA :(-. This is not a otome btw, this is here bc Izumi has to be one of my favorite protagonists in gacha games ever

last but not least! Obey me! Shall we date? oh dear, what have they done to you :(. The original had intense powercreep to force you to pull cards -multiple times bc that makes them stronger- and even now, the company showed a lot of favoritism to some characters, leaving others to dust bc they don't make the same money. Not to say, they released a new game with the same cast and new main story (ignoring all what happend before). And let me say: THEY LITERALLY WANTED TO KILL THE ORIGINAL GAME.

Nightbringer might be a decent game but i don't trust the devs anymore, i still remember what happend with Asmo's birthday right after the release, and honestly i don't want to sit there watching how they disrespect my favorite characters again and again and again. Loved the characters hated the devs. 5/10 you can play it if you want but i don't recommend spending money on it, it's not worth it, just search #obey me here in tumblr and enjoy the amazing fanworks that i can assure you have a lot more love than the game itself

i miss my wife man (mammon and levi)

#got sting by the nostalgia mosquito #thinking about it i kinda want to play huellitas magicas again #mystic messenger #mysme #tears of themis #rosa tears of themis #ephemeral #its that the right tag?#huellitas magicas #a3 #a3! act! addict! actors!#izumi tachibana #obey me #obey me shall we date #otome game #tot

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planete777 · 8 months

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NO IDEA・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. y/n and lando can't get enough of each other, even when another person is present (based on this ask)

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, starring max fewtrell, y/n and lando get too horny for him so he dips lol, pwp, lil bit of smoke play??, unprotected p in v sex, doggy style, riding, missionary, lil dirty talk, smoking while fucking, guys this is just filth pt. 2

NOTE. so uhm.. im lowkey shitting out fics,,, two works in one day??? WOW. this is what the summer holidays does to me lolll. i wasn't supposed to be writing this BUT anon slipped into my inbox with this ask and my brain couldn't hold back (i mean... it is high!lando) so enjoy lmao <33 also, once again, dividers are not mine, credit to the rightful owners

the smoke alone that painted the room a misty white was in intense abundance. y/n could barely see more than a foot ahead of her, where max lay, body completely at the mercy of the heavens and sprawled like a dead man upon the couch. lando, sticky, hot body beside her, is just as faded, breaths so evened out, it's almost as if he's subject to a comatosed state.

y/n never knew max smoked, fucking weed for that matter. always seems to be the unsuspecting ones that let themselves undulate upon the highs of drugs, mouth puffing out smoke like that's all it can do. it was peculiar, and a slight bit awkward, when he had asked her to toss a joint, but she did so without questioning.

now, here they were, all three of them, polluting the air more than any manual vehicle could and filling their lungs with the acrid stench of weed that dragged a nip of addiction that none of them bothered to care about.

"man, i could do this everyday," max says, examining the spliff in his hand as if it was something so wonderful. y/n laughs and shakes her head, "nah, it may be good and all, but set limits for yourself."

he hums back, most likely too dazed to care about her cautions, and goes in for another drag. lando drags out a sigh as the smoke trickles out of his mouth like white silk.

"you good baby?"

lando nods, reaching a hand out to rest it on y/n's thigh, "yeah i just," it slides further up, with a trail of heat following as he leans into her ear and whispers lewdly, "wanna fuck you so bad."

she giggles and takes a long, burning drag of her own, blowing the vapour into lando's face.

thing is, lando is horny high. there's never a time where they smoke together and not fuck, but she doesn't ever complain because it's hot, sweaty sex that leaves them buzzing with satiation and wrapped in thick air of smoke mixed with the smell of what they'd done just seconds before.

y/n thought that lando had set aside that urge for the night, considering the additional presence with them, but he just doesn't give two fucks, and that alone makes her skin crawl with need.

his lips are licking sloppy kisses into her neck, targeting where he knows she'll let go, and her mouth opens limply, leaking with moans and sighs.

"fucking hell, mate— while i'm here?" max's incredulous voice punches out, and he swings his legs off the couch.

"you can leave, max," lando remarks dismissively, dick growing too hard, too fast. he slots the spliff into his mouth, inhaling so much that his eyes roll back, before dragging y/n into a messy, heated kiss. it's more of clashing tongues and teeth, smoke weaving through their skins.

the door slamming completely detonates lando, pushing y/n unto her back before stripping her leggings off, panties and all. a wisp of coolness breezes past her bare pussy, and she moans lightly, sucking in her spliff and letting go into the air.

"such a pretty pussy for me," lando slurs, grinning loopily as his eyes hang low and red. his thumb presses into her clit, forcing her back to arch as he rubs it hard and slow.

"fuck lando, keep going."

she can hear how her cunt squelches with his tamed movements, making her pussy throb, practically beckoning him closer. he leans in, blowing a puff of smoke unto her clit before completely attaching his mouth and sucking like he's fucking pussy drunk.

y/n brings a hand to his head, pressing and grinding into his mouth, swivelling her hips with desperation. it feels like heaven, paired with the warm electricity that thrums through her joints from the weed, and she just wants more and more and more.

lando's going feral at her pussy, pushing so deep into her that his nose pokes at her clit and stimulates it beautifully. his hands, spliff still between his fingers and spilling out threads of smoke, push her thighs up to her chest, bulging out her cunt more as it drips like a watering mouth.

"i could eat your pussy forever," he speaks into her pussy as she moans loudly, barely able to bring the joint up to her mouth.

he stops abruptly, evoking a whine from the lips of his girlfriend as he wedges the spliff in his mouth and unties the knot of his shorts, dragging it down. his dick immediately slaps against his abdomen, pulsating and flushed deep red, and he slowly jerks it off from the base all the way to the swollen tip.

"just fuck me, lan'," y/n exasperates, and he relents, pushing all the way in. their mouths drop as they release sighs of relief. y/n relishes in the way her pussy throbs with his dick, clenching and unclenching around him, causing lando to hiss.

"don't do that y/n, i don't wanna cum yet."

he wraps a leg around his waist before pulling back and completely drilling back into her cunt. his cock rakes against the muscles delicious, and y/n can feel every ridge and dip of his dick. her toes curl, eyes rolling as she inhales another drag, blowing out punctuated puffs of smoke as a result of lando's hips slapping against hers.

it's agonisingly snail-paced, but so deep that it compensates greatly for it and all she can do is lay there, all pretty, and take his cock.

lando attaches his lips unto her glimmering collar bones, riding her shirt up with his hands before latching unto her nipple. his tongue slurps and flicks at the skin, making y/n moan and squirm drunkenly.

then lando suddenly flips her unto her hands and knees and stops.

"hold your pussy open for me baby," he pants out, "need a couple drags."

her hands go behind her to spread her pussy apart, swollen, wet and gaping open for lando. he doesn't waste anymore time to slide his dick inside, thrusts just like before, but even deeper, and the girl is completely thoughtless. he smokes with much efficiency now, pushing and pulling his hips alone as his fingers work the spliff between his lips. pleasure from sex and being high sits heavily and perfectly in his limbs, head thrown back as he gradually lets y/n meet his thrusts.

"you're fucking yourself on my cock so well baby," lando moans, slapping a hand against her buttcheek as both their movements grow stuttered.

"i'm gonna cum, lan'— shit."

he feels her walls tighten before she lets go, mouth dribbling with airy sighs and groans as her hands fall to the sofa. lando is still on high, eager to feel y/n for longer and so he's switching their positions, the girl sitting on his thighs as his back rests against the sofa.

"ride me y/n."

"lan'," she goes to protest but doesn't, crawling up unto his dick and sinking down so smoothly and warmly, that lando loses all feeling in his legs.

he watches her bounce and grind on his cock, blowing smoke up into her face as she smiles and revels in the warm air. she looks so filthily unreal, high but so fucking horny for his dick, and he looks at her for so long without blinking that his eyes begin to burn.

"lan' i can't, i'm gonna cum," her thighs are shaking, siphoning trembles through his skin. he grins, slaps her ass teasingly, and tells her to let it go.

liquid trickles down his dick as he shoots his cum into her cunt, high pitched moans tumbling out of her as she's consumed by the high before flopping down unto lando.

"you did so well, baby."

#‧₊˚✩彡 planete.thinks: high!lando #lando norris #lando norris fic #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #f1 fic #f1 imagine #formula 1 #formula one x reader #formula one x y/n #formula one x you #lando norris x y/n #f1 romance #f1 smut #f1 fanfic

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hyuckiefluff · 6 months

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Hiiii! May i request a mini fic where the femreader loves to play with jeno's hair. Can u add a little fluff to it? 🥹

I love ur fics so much! Thank u! 💗

thank uu for requesting!! feedback is greatly appreciated <3

pairing: lee jeno x fem reader

cw: none! unless ure like me and lovey-dovey couples trigger u lol im jk!!! no but writing this rlly had me kicking my feet cuz i can vividly imagine jeno being like this irl

wc: 500+

With the TV light casting a soft glow around the room, you tugged the blanket over your and Jeno’s bodies after feeling him shiver slightly, cocooning yourselves in its coziness.

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt? It's like -5 outside, babe," you looked down at your boyfriend, who was sprawled out on top of you on the couch. His arms wrapped tightly around your frame, seeking warmth in your proximity. You both were having a lazy day, watching the Bob Ross channel since you got called off work due to the snowstorm.

"I prefer your warmth," he mumbled, his voice sounding a bit slurred since half his face was buried in your chest. "Actually, you should take your shirt off too. I heard it's the best way to fight off hypothermia... skin-to-skin."

"Hypothermia is a bit of a reach, and please, stop being such a horn-dog for two seconds."

"Can't help it," he replied in a raspy tone, his slow blinks signaling that he was on the verge of falling asleep.

You smiled fondly, and your hands instinctively moved to his back, where you began to scratch. He groaned in satisfaction, and you could feel his leg twitch a little. It reminded you of a puppy when you rubbed its belly.

"You like that?" you inquired, and he responded with a contented hum.

Your hands traveled up to his shoulders, massaging his tense trapezoids. "Ahh, baby, that feels amazing," he slurred, his head growing heavier on your chest, a clear sign that he was relaxing more.

"Should've done this yesterday after your workout," you pointed out, your fingers expertly working the knots in his muscles. You noticed how tense he was and how he flinched a little when you pressed too hard.

He only managed a noise in response, lost in the bliss of your ministrations. Your fingers found their way into his messy locks, and he sighed contentedly. You knew he loved it when you played with his hair the most.

"Your hair's grown a lot," you said, grabbing onto a particularly long section.

"Yeah, I should cut it soon," he replied casually.

"You will do no such thing, sir," you declared.

He snorted at your sudden seriousness, but when you remained silent, he looked up and cooed at your frown.

"Baby, you said it yourself, it's getting out of control," he teased, laughing at your dramatics.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Just say that you hate your girlfriend..."

His eyes softened, and he reached up to cup your cheek, his touch warm against your skin.

"You're so cute, and you take such good care of me, how could I ever hate you?" he murmured, his gaze filled with affection.

He raised himself slightly, leaning in to leave a soft kiss on your jaw. Your attempts to be fake-mad at him never lasted long, especially when he did sweet things like this. You reciprocated by pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. This led to a playful kiss battle, each peck and smooch more intense than the last until you fell defeated, collapsing into a fit of giggles when he playfully attacked your lips with his.

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ivestas · 1 year

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a good shot

Summary: König had a staring problem, so you confront him about it.

Tags: sniper!fem!reader x konig, platonic!141 x reader, barely edited, awkward, unintentional confession(?)

Word count: 1.1k

Note: my mw2 obsession is real. been trying to deny it but its all that occupies my brain.... send some reqs?? i have such a bad habit of saying that then not following thru but i promise i will LMFAOOO (nah but fr tho im working on ur guys’ requests, just veryyyy slowly since, again, mw2 brainrot) also sorry if this seems rushed, i just wanted to get this idea out of my head hehe

König had a staring problem.

You really didn’t know why, but whenever he was near, you could practically feel his gaze burn a hole through your skin.

You weren’t one to care for stares—you were used to it, especially in your early years as a merc. Most would just be curious why a woman was wearing a bullet vest, especially civilians.

But... König’s eyes were intense. Nothing like the curious—or even hateful—looks you were used to.

You were sure you hadn’t done anything wrong; you barely spoke, never really caring too. You kept to yourself. You didn’t particularly stand out next to your flamboyant peers.

So... why?

You’d first asked Soap about it: he was a people person, always seemed to know someone’s intentions in an instant.

However, he was confused. “He stares at you?”

"You hadn’t noticed?”

“No? I barely see the lad in general, always skulkin’ in some shadow.”

“Seriously?” You frowned. “Then you think you’d know why?”

“Hmmm... here, maybe if I get my crystal ball and ponder for a bit I can find out!”

"Shove the ball up your ass instead.” You snorted. Soap laughed, probably at his own joke than yours.

Getting up, you headed to your next target: Ghost.

You found him in the mess hall, taking apart his rifle on one of the cafeteria tables by himself. Without a second thought, you slid beside him. He didn’t acknowledge you.

Propping your head up with a hand, you look at him. Despite it being night, he’s still wearing his balaclava and shades. You decided it’s best not to make a comment about it since you’re trying to pry answers regarding the Austrian Colossus.

“You’ve noticed König staring at me, right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Do you think you’d know why? I’m sure I hadn’t done anything to piss him off, but he’s always just... you know...” you widen your eyes, leaning in. “Doing this. I don’t know whether to be unsettled or flattered.”

Ghost carefully puts two pieces of his rifle together, a satisfying click resonating in the air. “Maybe he’s surprised why the 141 got a clown for a sniper.” He intoned.

“Says the guy wearing a skeleton balaclava and tinted shades—scared the enemies are gonna find out you’re actually just a loser with nothing to his name?” You said the words too quickly, and when Ghost looked at you, he probably knew the thought was bubbling in your head.

"...”

“...”

You couldn’t help the laugh that crawled out your throat, and you noticed that the corners of Ghost’s eyes crinkled.

“...So you don’t know?”

He snorted. “I’m no psychic.”

Sighing, you rose from your seat, leaving Ghost once more in his own bubble.

You really didn’t want to, but you realized you were gonna have to ask from the source itself—König.

Now, you didn’t consider yourself a shy or anxious person, but there was something so imposing about König; maybe it was the fact he literally towers over you like some Goliath, or maybe it’s the fact he only speaks in raspy monosyllables, or, maybe, it was the fact that he just always stares at you, but you couldn’t deny the nervousness that writhed in the pit of your stomach.

But curiosity shined over it, because just why would he just stare?

So, you decided to head to the shooting field: it was an open secret that König often lurked there at night, shooting away at the targets from the day. No one really complained since he’d replace the targets with new ones at the end of every session.

The walk was short; just a quick turn through some halls and out through a door and you’re in the range.

König was some meters away, hunched over a stack of crates and a sniper under his arm. His back was to you.

You stepped on a stray stick just beside your foot. His head shot up.

He turned around in an instant, sniper tight in his hand.

They were right. He’s antsy.

“Hey, König.”

“...”

You slowly approached as though he were a frightful deer... but perhaps a cautious bear would be a more accurate descriptor. He could kill you in seconds.

Like anyone can. It doesn’t scare you.

Admittedly, it’s a little exciting.

“Can I talk to you about something?”

“...yes.”

“Your eyes—uh, you stare. A lot.”

His gaze flickered away.

“Just wondering why you just... stare. I’m pretty sure we’ve never spoken, either—”

“We’ve spoken,” he cut in. Rough and light, as usual. “Mostly on missions though.”

“Oh... well, I’m just wondering if I pissed you off, somehow? Earned your ire? I’m dumb, I forget and I can be socially unaware—”

“No, no, no!” His eyes rounded, the sniper loosened in his hands. “No, you didn’t! I just, well...”

“...well?” You echoed, prompting him to continue.

He did.

“You’re nice to look at.”

Your brain froze.

Oh.

“I’m sorry, is that weird?—it is, isn’t it? I apologize, I—”

“No, wait, I’m really flattered, I just—” you laugh breathlessly. In disbelief. “That’s just really fucking flattering.” You can feel your face light up with heat, and all the neat composure you’ve built wash away completely.

Now, you’re reduced to a blushing schoolgirl at a complete loss for words.

What were you supposed to say? What does that even mean? Is that an admission of some crush, or were you just eye candy to him?—and did you like that, like his attention or are you just that deprived of contact?

You force your eyes to his, and you realize he’s hunched over, rubbing at the metal butt of his sniper with a thumb, eyes everywhere except on yours.

"So...” you rubbed your wrist. “What now?”

He finally looked at you. “Huh?”

You were this far already, you weren’t gonna back down yet. Even if your heart was slamming against your chest. “You just called me pretty? And I have a feeling you’re easy on the eyes too—maybe this is too quick—but wanna hang out then? Like, talk and stuff... because... I’m pretty?”

König stared for a moment before breaking into a laugh. “It would be an honor.”

“Then let’s hang out right now! Stay here, I’m gonna grab my sniper and we’re gonna shoot shit till bullets’re covering the ground!!”

König extended his sniper. “Use mine. I want to see how you shoot.” His eyes fluttered, gaze awkwardly averting yet again. You were beginning to find it endearing. “You’re a good shot. And I’d like to get better.”

“And watching me will help you?”

“Yes,” he said the word with earnest, eyes bright.

A crooked smile pulled at your lips. Fuck, you weren’t used to this.

But you liked it. You liked it a lot. You just hoped you could eventually make him feel the same.

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#konig x reader #mw2 x reader #modern warfare 2 x reader #könig x reader #modern warfare x reader

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simphornies · 2 months

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Yeah im down on my knees for a part two of that teasing reader x vox, your writing gave me brainrot and its the only thing that's gonna be on my mind all night

A/N: Happy Valentine's lovely readers. Short because my brain was going insane with the imagery

Word Count: 1.3k (1,328) Content: suggestive content, eating out, mirror sex, implied creampie(s) idk I think that should be it

Tease [ Vox x Reader ] part 2 NSFW

MINORS DNI

Ever since pushing Vox to the edge with your teasing and earning a long night of fun with him. You two decided to become an official couple. Even as a couple, you found him constantly glitching whenever you messed with him. Everyday was no different besides the fact that at night, you two share the bed together. And depending on how much teasing you’ve done, you two could keep going all night.

Today was different. Vox had this urge to take you before the night came. You took quick notice of him not glitching as much at your attempts and instead tried to catch you in his arms. You decided to have a little fun with it this time.

Vox sat in his security room, paying close attention to how his new release is doing with revenue. You made your way down to him and cheerfully hugged him from behind. “Hey, Vox~” You purred.

“I was wondering how long it’d take for you to come in here.” He smiles, immediately trying to pull you onto his lap.

You dodged his hand and waved a finger in his face. “Ah ah. I want to play a game.” You smile at him mischievously, “I promise it’ll be worth your time!”

He leans back, pouting at your rejection of getting pulled on his lap. He crossed his arms, “And what is this game?” He asks.

“For the rest of the day, until night time, you aren’t allowed to touch me one bit.” You giggled at his appalled reaction, “But! I’m allowed to touch you. You just have to hold back no matter what.”

“That’s unfair!” He protested, “How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you, babe? You’re irresistible!”

“It’ll be worth it, trust me~” You grin. “It starts now!” You exclaim before inching closer to him. His hands were kept at his side as you rubbed his chest with a seductive look in your eye. Your hands trail down further and further and just before you touch his erection, you pull away. “See you later, Vox~”

“Wh—Y/N! That was such a tease!” He yelled, getting a laugh in response from you.

The rest of the day was torture for him. You did things on purpose to rile him up. In one instance, you dropped the stack of notebooks you were holding and you bent down in front of him, giving him a peek of the underwear you were wearing from underneath your skirt. You pretended to stumble back and grinded on the tent in his pants before quickly collecting everything you had dropped to file them away.

His eye twitched, systems glitched and his breath was uneven. He wanted to touch you so bad and he felt unable to hold back. He watched as you worked, humming a song while you put away files. He sighs and distracts himself on his phone.

After a long day of working and bothering Vox, he was more than ready to hold you again. He was practically counting down the minutes until night time.

You opened the door to his office, on the phone with one of the Vees. His eyes darted to you, watching you intently. You were distracted and didn’t realize how intense his gaze was on you.

20 seconds until sundown.

Your pace was unbearably slow, taking your time almost. “Velvette, I told you I’m already doing the show tomorrow! Wh—Yes. I’m going for the next one too.” You explained, groaning at her persistence. She hung up and left you in the group call with Valentino.

10 seconds until sundown.

You leaned up against the side of Vox’s table, facing away from desperately trying to get Valentino off the call now. “I’m not filming a porno, Val. No…You’re gonna have to ask Vox about that—Wh–NO. Valentino. Goodbye.”

You groaned and hung up on him. You gathered yourself and turned to look at Vox. “Hey Voxy~”

Your initial smile turned into a confusion as soon as you saw a countdown on the side of his screen.

“Vox, what’s that?” You bent down and leaned towards him, squinting at it.

His hands remained on the chair and he was quiet as ever. You tapped his screen lightly.

His hands flew up and grabbed you. Picking you up and putting you on his couch. His door locked at his command. He didn’t hesitate to touch every part of your body.

“V-Vox!” You breathed out, his wandering hands touching you everywhere but where you wanted him to. You squirmed, almost trying to get away from him to catch your breath.

He let out a low growl, pinning you in place. “I’ve been waiting all day, baby.” His hands wandered to the inside of your thighs but didn’t go any further up. He glanced at you with pleading eyes, almost begging for consent.

The sight of a strong overlord like him begging made you giggle, “Go ahead, Vox. You did the game.” You winked at him, “Go all out.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He practically ripped your underwear off as he stuck his tongue inside of you making you throw your head back. He didn’t slow down when you grabbed the edges of his screen while you rode his tongue. He pulled away as soon as he felt your walls tighten around him.

He stripped himself quickly, practically ripping his pants off. He flipped you on your stomach, lining himself up at your entrance. He slipped inside of you with one swift movement, your arousal making it a smooth entrance. Your breath hitched when you felt him fill you up. You didn’t hesitate to move your hips to get him going, desperate for more. His hands dug into your hips, his claws poking your skin. He fucked you into the couch with hunger, not giving you a moment to breathe. You were such a moaning mess under him you hoped his office was soundproof. Your nails dug into the fabric of his couch. You felt a knot getting tighter and tighter inside of you. “Vox-” You gasped out.

His hand grabbed your face, making you look into the mirror on the wall he had parallel to the couch. “I want to watch your pretty face when you cum on me.” He grinned with pride. His lust filled eyes pushed you to the edge, the growl in his voice ultimately snapped that knot you’ve been feeling. Your body convulsed in pleasure. You felt yourself melt into his hold, unable to keep yourself up.

He turned your head so you could face him, “You’re going to have to hold up all night, baby.” You smiled and looked back at him with a challenging look, “Get your fill in, Vox.”

Your words unlocked a stronger sense of pride within him, you felt him twitch inside of you. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

The night was long and he definitely got his fill. You lost count of how many times you came on him but Vox counted and recorded each one. All you remember is his face as soon as he finally reached his limit, almost short-circuiting inside of you. He fell on the little space you had next to you. Before you and him could pass out to sleep, he had pulled you on his chest placing his coat over you two. You fell asleep to the feeling of him playing with your hair, too tired to say anything.

Vox woke up from a call and he answered it without looking.

“Vox. I’m glad you found your true fucking love but can you take your shit somewhere soundproof next time?” Velvette screamed into the phone before hanging up.

He looked down at your sleeping body, nestled up on his chest and the memories of last night hit him like a truck.

His phone rang again, this time Valentino called. “Will you both please consider that porno?”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vees #vox x reader smut

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rinimeowhush · 5 months

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⊹ WHEN YOU'RE HORNY - aot men reaction

ପ author’s note. eeek im back on the nasty side of this fandom ♡ ⋆｡˚

ପ pairing. aot men x f!reader

ପ content warning. +18 MDNI fingering, thigh riding, cock rubbing, masturbating, praising

ପ featuring. eren, armin, jean, erwin, levi

⋆ ˚｡⋆ eren yeager

it was a drowsy 6 pm evening and you were in a meeting with levi’s quad with commander erwin and hange. you were about to doze off standing next to your boyfriend eren. both of you were at the back of the room, everyone’s back of the head facing the two of you.

unlike you, eren was focused on what commander erwin was saying. the 4 hours of sleep were starting to catch your day as erwin’s words started to trail off one by one. your worn-out eyes eventually landed on eren’s hand.

damn those long, slender fingers, and his vein were displayed so admirably under the golden hour sunlight.

the coral light shined through the window, illuminating eren’s delicate skin. for whatever reason, you wanted his fingers around your neck and stroking your inner thighs. you bit your bottom lip and your feet tiptoed, as your cunt found the corner of the table.

you were standing behind eren. his large back was hiding your body from erwin and levi so there was no way that they could spot you. with the trust on eren’s back, you started to roll your hips slowly against the corner of the table.

you felt extremely timid about people spotting you feeling yourself in the middle of a meeting, but you just couldn’t stop. it had been almost 3 weeks since you and eren jerked yourselves to each other.

as your movement got more intense, your small hand found eren’s muscly arms as you lost balance. eren flinched and immediately turned his body to you. his emerald eyes glistened in startle when he met yours.

his face crimson when he caught your visible red cheeks, unable to breathe properly, and feeling your sweating palm on his wrist. his verdant eyes traveled to your lower body and witnessed your hip rolling gently against the table, like how you used to roll on top of him 3 weeks ago.

“what are you doing?!” eren instantly lowered his body to whisper into your ear, but it only turned you on even more.

“eren…” you softly moaned out his name to earn a smirk on eren’s face a few seconds later.

with a hidden intention behind his smirk, his large hand eventually traveled down to your lower body. his hands soon found your ass and slipped into your inner thighs. without hesitation, he began to stroke your inner thigh, just as you imagined a few minutes ago.

even though you were wearing your uniform, you could still feel his rough hand stroking you. butterflies in your stomach cuffed you so inebriating that you accidentally slipped a loud moan.

instantly everyone turned around to you and eren.

“are you okay (-)?” erwin stopped his sentence midway and questioned, with a worried tone.

his thick and demanding voice made you realize what you were doing in a room with 3 of your superiors and your friends during a meeting. with the realization, you slipped away from the table and eren’s hand.

“nothing! i’m just not feeling well” you stuttered, making erwin flinch his eyes and continue with the meeting.

“we’ll get there later babe” eren once again lowered his body and whispered a promise to you. a feeling of bashfulness started to shower you as you covered your face with your hands. eren patted your head and lightly spanked your ass.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ armin arlert

finally, you and armin were having a little time off. it was no secret that you had work to get done. but right now, you didn’t care if captain levi had to barge into your room at late night, scolding you for how much paperwork you had left to do. all you wanted was to be embraced between armin’s arms.

it had been almost 3 weeks since both of you got to spend private time. and finally, after so many days and hours, you and armin decided to call a date at the garden located inside the headquarters. to light up the mood, you brought blankets and armin brought some drinks to share.

you both laid down on the blanket, feeling the soft grass underneath. “may i?” armin smiled as he gestured if he could put his arm underneath your head. “yes you may,” you smiled back, giving him a light kiss on his cheek.

both of you started the talk about the pressure commander erwin and captain levi was giving the 104th crew. they have been giving tons of paperwork, more training times, and patrols at late night. it would be a blessing to patrol with armin at late night, pretend it’s a date night for you two.

but a smart guy like captain levi was, he dismissed you off with jean since he knew you were dating armin. he didn’t want to see the floors all dirty the next morning. he was aware of how teenagers could go wild at late night.

as you two gossiped, you tilted your head to admire armin. he looked so pretty. so charming. his sharp nose, visible jawline, and his ocean eyes glistened as he gazed at the indigo night sky sprinkled with bright stars.

with the feeling of comfort, your hands naturally found armin’s abs. just as usual you lightly stroked, making armin flinch a bit. strangely, he awkwardly slid the situation away with a chuckle. you curiously looked at armin because stroking his abs always meant you were down for it, and both of you knew it. it was like an agreement that was not agreed.

“babe” you whispered in his ears and he hummed in response. you boldly slid your hand down his abdomen. “i want you…” you hinted at him as you brought your hand further down. however, armin grabbed your wrist and his eyes widened.

“here? (-), there are people nearby-” as armin started to babble his worries, you cutt him off and kissed his neck. his weakest spot of all. armin slipped out a little moan as you grinned as a sign of success.

“come on, we’ll finish up real quick, hm?” you whined, and armin grunted in frustration. believe me, armin was just as horny as you. maybe even more. but he doesn’t do stuff out in public. he was scared that people could spot you two.

all of a sudden, armin pushed you off from his body. when you opened your eyes, armin was on top of you, both of his hands next to your ears as his tried to balance himself. it was visibly clear that he was having a hard time controlling himself. his flustered and heavy breathing told everything.

his left leg was placed between your thighs and you flinched a little when his knee touched your clothed cunt. his hand gently caressed your neck and traveled down to your waist. without a thought, you two shared a sloppy kiss, feeling his warm tongue rolling over yours.

making our with your loved one under the midnight sky as the cool wind breeze stroked your two’s bodies could not make you any happier. “armin…!” you moaned his name into his mouth between the kiss.

armin’s pretty hand soon found your inner thigh, making you moan out more. he wanted this, craved this, thought of this every night. “i love you” he purred, breaking the kiss and sliding his hand inside your uniform.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ jean kirstein

it is no secret how you and jean love to share each other’s feelings through sexual interactions. you would always visit his dorm every night to make out with him. but ever since commander erwin and captain levi were giving the 104th crew a tough time with all the training and paperwork, you didn’t dare to let jean screw you up inside and out, making you unable to walk the next day.

the pause in your daily night routine at first wasn’t much. but when it turned to weeks, you and jean couldn’t handle the horniness and were eager to please each other. to make matters worse, this mad commander erwin decided to move his office next to jean’s room, making it impossible to visit jean’s dorm since there were guards in front of his office all night.

not surprisingly, captain levi ordered the 104th crew to clean up the whole canteen area late at night. all of you cursed at him as soon as he left the canteen hall with instructions ordered. all of you were all fucked up by the messed-up schedule and were pleading to go to sleep.

“(-) can you bring some more water?” eren asked, pointing at the empty water bucket. “...fine. just this time.” you accepted his request since he was more stressed out than anyone in this room. hange made eren turn into his titan form multiple times for research purposes and clearly, eren was definitely done with it.

“i’ll go with you. it’s late-night.” a familiar voice was heard behind you. it was your boyfriend, jean. you smiled at him as his hand found your hand, taking away the heavy bucket from you. “just don’t fuck outside you two.” reiner joked and bert joined him with a laugh. “shut up reiner” jean yielded reiner and bert his middle finger, rolling his eyes as he opened the door for you to go out.

as you both reached the well and jean dropped the bucket onto the grass, you pushed him against the brick wall. earning a frustrated moan from jean. “i need you…” you whispered to jean, your feet tiptoeing as you tried your best to get your face close to jean’s.

both of you were dazed off due to lack of sleep, messed up hair, visible eye bags and thoughts not communicating clearly. “wait-” as jean was about to talk, you hushed him as you brought his large hand on your tits, making jean smirk. you knew that smirk, it was the face when jean is at his immense level of horniness.

without waiting, jean squeezed your tits, making you yelp at the sudden pain and his other hand grabbed your waist firmly. jean pushed himself off from the wall and this time you were pushed to the wall. his arms were trapping you in his embrace. both of you were panting heavily as jean’s shiny grey eyes looked down to admire your sleep-drunken face.

like a telepathy, you two started to kiss passionately, salivas mixing up and making you both let out a moan into each other’s mouth. jean’s hand found your neck as he carefully rested his head between your shoulder and neckline, his other hand balancing on the wall.

“umhmph jean-” when you moaned out jean’s name so delicately, he pressured his hands around your neck, building butterflies to knot in your stomach. your cunt felt so wet as you felt jean’s touch all over your weak spots. you slid your hand to feel jean’s visible bulge, making him flinch his hips as you stoked his clothed cock.

“(-) not there- mhm-” you felt jean’s hip thrusting at your sudden touch, as jean’s hands reached your shirt button, you heard a walk reaching towards you two, making you to push jean away from you.

jean questionably looked at you, asking you why you pushed him all of a sudden. as jean was about to say something, you covered his mouth with your hand, your other hand finding your lips. “shhh, someone’s here”

“what are you two doing here?” levi’s scotch voice made you and jean jump. “captain!” jean stumbled as levi walked out from the shadow. “huh? the fuck are you two doing here? you should be cleaning.” levi’s face shifted to a solemn look.

“uh– no captain, eren wanted me to fill up the bucket but jean got worried since–” as you wanted to explain what all of this was about, levi just walked off, not seeming to care about your excuses.

“make it faster. and jean,” levi paused as he walked away from you two. “do something with your dick.” he scoffed, as he disappeared into the darkness.

“we’re screwed. right?” jean slowly blinked as he leaned his body to you, his eyes fixed on levi’s shadow. “yeah no shit, be ready to clean the horses tomorrow” you tucked your lips in, nodding as you accepted your fate.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ erwin smith

it is absurd. absurd that your boyfriend didn’t allow you to sleep in his bedroom, not even giving you kisses or hugs. for the past week, he gave nothing but piles of work to do.

with this continuous bull shit, you even came across the idea of breaking up. but you couldn’t lose these precious men, making it harder for you to deal with whatever this was. erwin and your relationship was kept secret, by means you had no one to talk to about this.

why is he acting like this? erwin left you clueless and needy every night alone in your bedroom. you couldn’t do anything but miss erwin’s large hand taking control of your small body every night before you eventually drifted to sleep.

it had been the second week of him being like now. you finished all your paperwork for today. stretching your arms in your chair, you naturally checked the clock on the wall. it was 2 am, and you decided to call it a day.

fuck. you miss it. you miss him. the way his hand would choke your neck, the way his lips perfectly kiss between your neckline and shoulder, the way his scent would embrace you.

you got up from the bed and naturally walked up to erwin’s office. wearing nothing but the oversized shirt he gave you, you stood in front of his door, second-guessing your impulsive thought.

with enough courage, you slightly cracked open the door. there you saw erwin working with his papers. i swear to god, he is like this every night. you thought as you let out a massive sigh, loud enough that erwin caught you peeking through the door.

“hey bunny, you need something?” erwin looked up and smiled, tilting his head to match your head angle. “nothing, just having trouble sleeping. do you mind if i come in?” you awkwardly made an excuse, slowly making your way to his office as he nodded.

as you walked towards the couch next to his desk, the illuminating candlelight gently shined on your naked thighs and visibly displayed your nippled through erwin’s thin white shirt. and not surprisingly, erwin ignored you.

now you had enough of his blind attitude. was he trying to test you? was he trying to test himself? you couldn't route yourself to his intention if he ever had one. that’s it. you walked up to him and stood next to him, gazing at his annoying papers above his shoulder.

“hm?” erwin stopped reading and turned his face at you. “spread your legs, commander.” you ordered, and he obeyed. such an off case huh? a commander obeying their cadet, and you enjoyed it. you then recklessly straddled him as your head fell onto his beefy chest. erwin let out a gentle smile, feeling the cuteness overloading from you.

for the next minutes, erwin left you to stay on his thighs and carried on with his work. your thighs were against his pelvic bone and your clothed cunt on his clothed cock. he definitely could feel it. he would be ill not to feel your cunt throbbing against him. however, you felt not bulge.

you wrapped your arms around erwin’s shoulder and neck, letting out a loud sigh. erwin flinched. every time you let out a sigh, he knew something was wrong. he knows that you only sigh when you’re upset.

“bunny? are you okay?” erwin carefully scooped your head with his palm, his other hand still glued onto the paper. “not really, my boyfriend had been denying my kisses and touches.” you sarcastically responded.

“come on bunny,” erwin expressed, tightly closing his eyes. “seriously erwin, what is wrong with you? or is it me?” you worriedly spoke as you brought your face in front of erwin’s. “nothing, i’m just tired.” erwin caught you off.

you bit your lips at his answer. “come on, i know my commander can’t go through a week without a blowie from his little cadet.” you teased, your fingers brushing his undercut.

“(-)!” erwin gasped at your bold words. and there, you finally felt something rising against your cunt. satisfied with it, you put a smirk on your face. you started to slowly move your hips and erwin naturally placed both hands on your waist.

“commander it’s okay, i’ll just do it by myself – mhm” you teasingly whispered into his ears. you wanted to tease him. you wanted his dominant side to evoke. ignoring erwin’s grunt as his response, you started to kiss his neck and ears.

his sweating skin was visibly displayed through his uniform, and you slid your little hand between the buttons and felt his bumpy abs. you stroked them as you continued to leave marks on his neck.

erwin tried his best to focus on his last paper since he had to get them all read and signed before the morning. but he was too hungry for you. he had been waiting for a long time just so he could see his loads of cum gushing out of your cunt non-stop. that was his bigger picture.

he is the type of person that will make his wish come true, giving no fuck about other’s thoughts. just like how he led the survey corps for years. “erwin… i want you to fill me up” you moaned out, feeling his cock just getting bigger and bigger. at this point, it didn’t know how to stop.

“that’s it, i had enough. i’ve been hungering for you bunny i want to see my cum dropping all over your pussy” erwin finally lets out his thoughts and his large hand around your hip.

the two of you shared the most passionate kiss ever. at 2 am, at his desk, not letting a single person know about it.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ levi ackerman

knock knock

“who is it” levi annoyingly answered the knock. “your girlfriend captain” you hummed back, earning a scoff from levi across the door. “come in then”

you carefully opened the usual creaking door since it was late at night. you sneaked out from your dorm to avoid jean and eren from their patrols. if they caught you walking to captain levi this late at night, things would get tired and messy.

“shouldn’t you be sleeping? and what on earth are you wearing in my room (-)” levi was standing in front of his island table, making his last tea of the day, and saw you wearing the shortest shirt he had ever seen in his entire life.

you rolled your eyes as your hand found his jacket on the couch and wrapped it around your shoulder. “i didn’t tell you to cover it” levi gazed at you as he sipped his warm tea.

you smiled as you neatly folded his jacket and tossed it on the couch. “come here” levi ordered, taking his seat on the chair as he tapped his thigh, asking you to come over and sit on him.

you gently walked over and sat down on his thigh, facing him as you adjusted yourself, seeing his thigh between your thighs and against your cunt. you giggled and hugged him as levi smiled and moved his thigh to tease you a little.

you missed his scent, his skin, just everything about him. it’s not every day you get to spend the nights with him. he would be usually talking with erwin, on a night patrol, or finishing up the paperwork.

“levi i love you” you cooed at his ears, seeing the faint smile on his lips. god this man is so pretty. admiring how beautiful he looked, you felt his thumb caressed your clothed cunt. you gasped and looked at his eyes.

“what, you don’t like it?” levi mocks your widened eyes and you shake your head as a no. “my girlfriend is allowed to talk to me” he tilted his head as he started to circle his thumb over your clit and you flinched every time he touched the sensitive spot.

“hah– levi… please i need more” you fell onto his shoulder, feeling his not so warm finger entering your naked cunt, sliding through your shorts and panties. “oh yeah? so pretty” as he grunted and bit his bottom lip, he pushed his two digits all the way inside you, feeling your wet walls tightening around his digits.

you moaned out loud in pleasure, your fingers gripping onto his shirt. “so wet for me” he coos as he tucked your falling hair behind your ear. you started to lightly bounce on his thigh and fingers while letting out a lusty moan.

“you make me go crazy every time yeah?” levi mesmerized over you and picked you up and walked towards his desk, nibbling onto your neck on the way. “levi–!” you whine, feeling the sudden emptiness inside your wet cunt.

“so greedy aren’t you” levi shook his head as he gently put you down on his desk. levi would go frantic if anybody laid their buttcheeks on his table. but you were special. very special. “open your legs wide” he ordered, bowing down to whisper into your ear and both of his hands balancing on the tabletop.

levi kissed you as his lips traveled down to your chin, neck, shoulder, tummy, thighs, and …

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wonjns · 9 months

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particular — i.cy

pairing. im changkyun x male reader

genre. smut

summary. another long day of work leads to a horny mood, thankfully you have a (slightly odd but extremely sexy) boyfriend who's always willing to help you out.

includes. car sex, semi-public sex, slight voyeurism, masturbation, cum eating, unprotected sex ( dont irl !! )

WC. 1.7k

°A/N. . . ok this is literally so random it was just an old draft i started literally last year ?? but i just had to finish it bc wow i forgot how much i love chankgyun and i hope u guys like this !!

everybody usually labeled your boyfriend as a bit of a freak, but you just liked to think of him as selective about what he liked when it came to sex.

despite his horny tendencies, changkyun had never done anything outlandish or unheard of before with you - shit, he was hardly even open to trying new things. he simply knew what he liked, despite how specific some of his turn ons were. you understood that, and he always appreciated how open you were to his desires.

just like now, as you sat in the passenger seat of his car – your pants long discarded as you palmed your exposed member while he watched you with intense eyes.

you woke up in an uncharacteristically needy mood today, dropping hints as soon as he picked you up from your barista job. changkyun could feel the desire radiating off of you in waves the minute you laid your eyes on him, the way his fitted black gym shirt up clung to his chiseled torso stirring a fire in your gut. it was unlike you, but you practically begged to have him before he could fully drive down the street. and who would he be to tell his favorite boy no in that moment?

he just wanted you to do a thing or two for him first.

for some reason, changkyun loved to fuck you after seeing you reach your climax first. something about how spent you would be just ignited him in a blaze, pounding into you extra passionately afterwards... every single time.

so you didn’t hesitate for a second when he asked to see you pleasure yourself until your first orgasm, then he would touch you. you obliged, immediately throwing your head against the seat rest from a couple strokes to your cock.

but before you knew it, you had been at it for 10 minutes, unable to get yourself climaxing despite your needy state. your hands simply never felt quite the same as changkyuns larger, warmer, and much more experienced ones. your wrist was starting to cramp after putting in so much effort to no avail, groaning out of frustration when you saw changkyun begin to palm himself over his gym shorts.

you were sickeningly turned on at how aroused he was getting at your frustration. you had always needed his help with nearly everything, especially when it came to sex, so you were always so pliant and obedient — and fuck did it turn him on.

“kyun, i need you so bad, please.” you whined, feeling overwhelmed with the hunger that he stared at you with as you played with your throbbing length.

changkgun’s jaw clenched for a second before he slowly licked his bottom lip, watching your hands run along your cock. he didn’t even want to blink and risk missing a second of the beautiful sight before him.

“you’re doing good, baby, keep going.” he sternly encouraged, voice so deep it caused you to whimper with more want. his eyes shot up to yours for a second, darker than ever. “are you close?”

“mm mm,” you mewled in response, gaze dropping to his erect nipples poking through his dry-fit shirt. you stroked yourself deeper, remembering what he looked like underneath the thin fabric. “let see your abs, please.”

the ever-so-cocky grin that you were used to grew across changkyuns face. and as annoying as it was, you fucking loved it.

he’d been working out so much at home lately, and it showed more as the days went on. you would always watch in perverted silence, eyes fixated on his back muscles as he did pull ups on your bedroom doorframe. the way his round shoulders were forming, tan thighs growing more muscular, and of course that torso being shaped by the gods - there was hardly a time that he’d be doing his sit ups in the living room that wouldn’t end in you two getting some extra cardio in on the couch after.

changkyun complied to your request all too easily, reaching down to drag the hem of the shirt slowly upwards. the material slid up and bunched around his broad chest, bronze chiseled abs glaring right back at you.

he must’ve just finished working out before picking you up from work, as there was still a thin sheen of sweat reflecting off the grooves of his muscles. you just wanted to cum all over them right then and there, and to lick it off after without a care in the world.

and that was all it took. the thought alone activated a long whine out of you as you squirted all over yourself, ropes of your white essence shooting up onto your stomach and thankfully missing your uniform shirt by a smidge.

you felt a little out of breath already, but the marveling in changkyun’s eyes gave you all the boost you needed. you didn’t bother discarding your shirt as you scrambled into his lap, back accidentally honking the horn in the process. you’d didnt give a damn.

“there, will you kiss me now?” your voice sounding much more desperate than you wanted it to.

changkyun offered you another smirk before slightly lifting your shirt and scooping some of your arousal off your stomach with two fingers. you didn’t need any instruction as you opened your mouth, excitement stirring in your bones.

your boyfriend’s eyes struck in a trance as he rubbed his fingers along your tongue, spreading your salty love liquids around to his liking. his free hand held you firmly in place by your neck. you took the opportunity to suck on his digits for just a moment before he pulled them away.

your tongue protruded out to show chankgyun his work, prompting a deep groan out of him.

“that’s my boy…” he finally mumbled before surging forward, finally soothing your aching lips with his own.

the kiss was deep, full of hunger as changkyun wasted no time in slipping his tongue in to mingle with yours. he took his time tasting you, collecting the smeared essence off your tongue to take for himself. he was so noisy today, as another one of his moans shook you to your core, and you were thankful to be perched on his lap... otherwise your knees would’ve given out immediately.

you were growing drunk on his sloppy open mouthed kisses, feeling along those godly abs before you forced yourself to pull away - unable to hold in your final request any longer.

“changkyun,” you huffed, “please fuck me.”

the dark haired man laughed at your already desperate state, warm hands encasing both sides of your hips securely as he looked you up and down.

“i don’t know, prince, right here and now? you’re already so sensitive, i’m not sure if you could handle it.” he mocked, experimentally rolling his hips up into you.

the thin material of his workout shorts boldly exposed how rock hard his bulge was already. he felt so, so big and it sent your mind reeling. your eyes rolled back when you rocked your hips down into him in response, clutching his broad shoulders.

“let me try.” you cried out, reconnecting your lips before he could form a reply.

after the two of you shared a hot, needy make out session for a couple minutes, changkyun skillfully removed both of your clothes before you could notice.

his teeth ran teasingly along the column of your neck before he passionately sucked on your adams apple, flipping you over and lowering the seat back. you moaned as you ran your hands down the expanse of his exposed melanated back, the valleys of his toned muscles sending you into a haze.

chankgyun made sure to leave an array of pretty little marks all over your neck before finally ridding himself of his underwear and fishing the small bottle of lube out from the center consul.

he laughed to himself, realizing that normal couples probably wouldn't keep something so vulgar brazenly in their car. but the man learned quickly that he had done it to himself; after corrupting you for the first time, you had become such an insatiable little thing.

when both you and he were finally prepped, he teasingly prodded his thick head against your entrance.

“i’m going in, baby boy. hold on tight.” he spoke.

his teasing actions caused you to already clench around nothing, but you tried to will yourself to relax. he slowly pushed in, and you couldn't even attempt holding your noises in. not like he would want you to anyways.

changkyun's ego would always skyrocket every time he heard how good he made you feel. his favorite would be times just like this, when you were in your most fucked out state just babbling over how much you loved him and his huge, skillful dick.

you clung to your boyfriend tighter as he ground his hips into you rhythmically, taking you to the stars and back right there in his driver's seat.

it didn't take much for you to announce your second orgasm, the sensation hurdling towards you as changkyun relentlessly pounded into you with a starved passion.

when the blissful relief washed over you, once again coming all over you and changkyun's stomach, he couldn't even warn you of his own climax as the fluttering of your walls began milking him dry as well. he wanted to bite down on your collarbone but refused to look away at how cute your scrunched up face looked, loving that he was the reason for your ecstacy.

changkyun tried to still his head from dizzying, groaning as he watched his own come begin leaking down your leg. he went to grab napkins from his consul, but you stopped him immediately, pulling him back on top of you for one more deep kiss.

you just wanted the both of you to rest in that moment, so fucked out that you didn't feel like moving despite the stickiness forming between the both of you.

your boyfriend chuckled as he lowered himself to your ear, pecking your cheeks a couple times.

"ok, 5 minutes babe. but then we have to get out of this parking lot, your job has cameras."

#monsta x x male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop smut #kpop male reader #monsta x smut #im changkyun #male reader smut #kpop x reader #changkyun x male reader #kpop hard hours #kpop fanfic

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islandofsages · 4 months

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Pomefiore boys with a friend (male reader), how is a hopeless romantic, where they help him (the reader) to win over his crush or comfort him when he is rejected.

characters: the pomefiore boys x male reader

tags: platonic, canon compliant, fluff, comfort, imagines format

warnings: mentions of beating people up LMAO, some physical contact in epel's

author's notes: ngl i was kinda debating writing this bc i was like hmmmm crush but yknow what? it's not romance with the main cast so i'll let it slide plus im excited to get a request after so long sorry if this isnt as good! pretty rusty from not writing imagines in so long ahaha

Vil Schoenheit

You went to the right person - who else has better rizz charm than Vil Schoenheit himself?

Of course, his first word of advice would be to just be yourself but just in case “yourself” isn’t enough, Vil has extended two generous offers to you: he will personally tutor you on how to steal your crush’s heart and if somehow they still reject you, he’ll have a uh… nice little talk with them. Totally. He has a reputation to hold up you know

Jokes aside, he truly believes you can catch your crush’s attention. He may be a little tough on you at times but he’s only trying to push you in the right direction

“Remember. If they do not give you the time of day, then they are not worth any of your precious time.”

If you get rejected, he’ll admit he feels a bit guilty - mostly disappointed in the crush (unless they have a good reason to reject), but still

Of course you insist that he doesn’t have to be sorry but he takes it upon himself to make up to you somehow

Whatever you need to recover from the rejection, he’ll try his best to fulfill your wishes

He’ll make time in his busy schedule to go out and treat you to something to cheer you up

In all the love in the world, maybe your crush isn’t yours to keep. But at least Vil’s is.

Epel Felmier

He may not have much experience with confessions or being a wingman but he’ll try his best for you!

He might search up how to impress a crush online and have you genuinely try the ideas he found and let’s just say that some of them are… interesting alright

You know he means well so you just follow along. At least the embarrassing times make for good memories to look back on and laugh over

“Maybe this’ll work…? How are we gonna find these though…”

He also offers to beat your crush up if they reject you but you quickly shut him down.

He’s there somewhere, hiding in a nearby bush (or whatever is nearby), when you confess to your crush, face scrunches up as if watching an intense Spelldrive match

If you get rejected, he’ll be a shoulder to cry on. Literally - he’ll sit beside you and offer to let you rest your head on his shoulder if you want

He may end up not saying much but he can listen to you for as long as you need him to

The tears of rejection may be salty, but the memories you made with your friend could sweeten any taste.

Rook Hunt

He’s delighted that you trust him enough to go to him for support

You think that you’d like to be more charming like him, what with his way of speaking and how he carries himself

Tears prick the corner of his eyes already; you have to ask him if he’s alright

“To think you saw me in such a light… it would stir any soul.”

He would even offer to teach you the delicate art of poetry if you so desire to win your crush’s heart through prose

If you get rejected, he’ll empathize with you, wearing a frown that you almost feel worse about than your actual rejection

He’ll let you say whatever you need to say or let out whatever’s weighing on you

When you’re done, he tells you that even such heartbreaking events could bloom into a beautiful flower one day - that you need not be concerned and see it as a learning experience

You laugh; how could you forget? There are many types of people out there. Just like how there could only be one copy of your crush, there could only be one of Rook.

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fangirltothefullest · 2 months

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Thoughts on the welcome home update because YES. Spoilers below the cut.

That sleep aid pill is called remderem which is almost "remember" but the d would be backwards, and its also almost "murder me" while missing the u. Is this anything? I don't know. Im always looking for names of things in args.

We have seen through two puppets eyes. First it was Wally and his discomfort and/or dissociation, and now it's Eddie's discomfort and/or dissociation. Which is fun because we've heard that Eddie would do crafts for the show and you'd just see his hands so that was a fun touch.

First iteration of the website we had mail letters (Eddie) giving us clues. Second iteration had bugs (Frank?) and active drawings (Wally?) giving us clues. Now we have symbols giving us clues and they remind me of stickers a little bit so possibly a connection to Sally? Who else would give the tiny pictures? Questions questions.

At the end of that commercial before his existential crisis, they say Eddie has been invited and they did his job for him so he could rest. Eddie does not seem happy about them doing his job for him instead of letting him do it himself. I am reminded of how clumsy with the mail he seems to be sometimes and how much work they make him do in the other audio clips. I wonder if he is feeling extremely overwhelmed but also unappreciated and that they can do all this work to help and choose not to most days? Sally insists it was easy to do and Eddie does not sound pleased.

One thing i can't stop thinking about and i have to go back and really re-watch the commercials closely, is Poppy. When they invite Eddie to the party they say everyone is there but there's no Poppy in the picture? And earlier they poured gravy on an ornament that, to me, looked very oddly shaped and almost like meat, and we hear Poppy, but we don't see her. So... a pea on a plate..... "P" on a plate? My brain could be misconstruing but did they eat Poppy and is that what he's actually seeing and is that why it's all red? I'd he seeing the reality beyond the mask? Is it more than a pea?

Eddie says "where?" In his crisis as a response to Frank calling his name. People are talking about this as if he doesn't know where he is. I agree this is a likely idea but what if he's asking where Poppy is? Do we ever actually see her in any of the videos or do we just hear her?

Wally has feelings a lot which is good to confirm he has feelings! Eddie also said he would be happy with an apple every single day and my he is an innocentbautism creature wally agenda is flourishing.

The amount if commercials has me fascinated because people used to do that for TV shows (still do but those earlier type ones welcome home is referencing is spot on) commercials for basically everything is accurate and what is funny is the accuracy of what each person is selling. Howdy with the cigarette commercial- he takes every opportunity to sell you something no matter what even if it's not good for you. Sleepy looking Wally selling you sleeping pills happy with the thought of the dream.

Wally being nervous about getting the holiday correct. Is it because he's never done it or ia Home going to hurt him?

Did home hurt Eddie because he was upset during the party? It sure fucking looks like it with home watching him so intensely. Does the chair have something to do with it?

Eddie's scribbled writing reminds me of the people trying to decipher the code on the safe.

On the secret pages it's signed "-W." But it talks as if it's a human person who watched the show and is working either the WHRP team. It also talks too grown up to be wally. Who is this?? Is it the same person from the terrified scribbles of the hidden page previously? It seems maybe so because of referencing needing the cleanup.

#welcome home #welcome home spoilers

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1-800-sinister · 2 months

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After her return at the rumble, liv was ecstatic. She had some hot new gear, and had done well in the rumble. she thought she was in the clear, uninjured and happy with her performance in the ring, he couldn’t have been more wrong.

Once she was back she gently rifled through her back, trying to find her makeup wipes. she frowned. she had looked throughout her whole bag, with no luck.

“looking for these, livvy?” a sultry voice rang out from behind her, making her jump. she went to turn to head, to look at the person, when two muscled arms caged her in. they planted on either sides of her body, on her makeup vanity.

rhea.

liv had completely frozen, staring at her former tag team partner in shock, fear, and maybe a hint of something else. shaking herself out of her trance, she glared at rhea, boring holes into her head.

she tried to stand up, tried to confront the women, but she was pushed down harshly, her body thudding back onto her vanity chair.

“oh no, liv. you aren’t going anywhere.”

"What do you want, Rhea?" Liv stared at Rhea in the eyes. Rhea smirked. "I heard what you have been saying about how you are going to make me pay and take everything from me." "yeah so?" Liv glared at Rhea, then her glare dropped as she watched Rhea start laughing. "Oh, Liv, you crack me up." "Stop fucking laughing, Demi." Liv rolled her eyes, and she gasped as her chin was grabbed harshly, the grip hurting. "Or what? We bringing out government names, Gionna?" Rhea laughed darkly.

"Fuck you, Demi" Liv gasped again as the grip went to her neck. Rhea was choking her. "Oh, Gionna, I bet you miss those days when I was between your legs, eating you out, gripping these precious little thighs of yours, or me making you drool as I fucked you dumb with my strap."

Liv was speechless. Rhea let go of Liv's neck. The next thing she knew, Liv's lips were crashing onto hers, gripping her hair. She moaned into the kiss, gripping Liv's hair back. Liv moaned into the kiss, the intense make-out of their tongues twirling around. Rhea didn't want to, but she pulled away. "Meet me at my hotel room, room 226." Rhea handed the makeup wipes back. "See you later, Livvy." Liv took a deep breath as she knocked on Rhea's hotel door. She had on a baby pink lingerie set underneath a motionless white t-shirt, which of course happened to be Rhea's, and just simple shorts. Rhea opened the door in some black lingerie, making Liv's jaw drop. She was pulled into the room by Rhea's lips smashing on hers. Rhea took Liv's clothes off, staring at the baby pink lingerie. "I forgot how pretty you look in baby pink." Liv blushed. She kissed Rhea again, pulling her onto the bed. "You already know who's on top, and it certainly isn't you, darling." Rhea pulled away from the kiss, moving to get on her knees as she pulled down Liv's panties, taking them off and going right in.

Rhea began to eat out with her skilled tongue gripping her thighs. Liv moaned as she gripped Rhea's hair. "Oh fuck rhea," she felt rhea slap her thigh. "Sorry, mami." Rhea rewarded her by thrusting two fingers into her liv moaned louder.

Rhea sped up her fingers and tongue. Liv was moaning and whimpering at how good Rhea was making her feel. "Oh god, im going to cum." Rhea tapped Liv's thigh, letting her know she could cum, and that's when Liv came all over Rhea's skilled tongue.

"Good girl, such a good girl." Rhea licked her fingers, licking Liv's cum off of them. Liv's mouth opened, watching Rhea. Rhea smirked. She got up, grabbing the strap, and Liv stopped her. "No, I want to eat you out."

Rhea put the strap down, smirking as she took her panties off. "Okay, but I'm sitting on your face, got it?" Liv nodded, and Rhea moved onto Liv's face, sitting down and moaning as she felt Liv's tongue get to work.

Rhea began to ride Liv's face as well. "Fuck what a wonderful mouth you have. At least I know you can do something other than run that mouth of yours," she moans. God, she felt on cloud nine. She felt herself getting closer and closer to her orgasm. "Fuck, I'm cumming." Rhea came all over Liv's face and tongue. Rhea got off of Liv's face, lying back on the bed, trying to catch her breath. "Oh, don't think this is the end, Liv. I'm fucking you with my strap when I catch my breath." Rhea smirked, and Liv's face dropped.

creds to @mexxs-blog for letting me finish her fic

#rhearipley #rhea ripley #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley x reader #mami rhea #liv morgan x reader #liv morgan imagine #liv morgan #liv 4 brutality #wwe imagine #wwe smut #wwe x reader #wwe

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pettypiastri · 1 year

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on the outside looking in

jack hughes x fem reader

wc: 1k

warnings: allusions to anxiety, mentions of food (no associated connotation), idiots in love but they kind of actually know theyre in love and just havent done anything about it yet

a/n: deffo not what i anticipated writing today but this popped out in a lil hour writing session and i thought i'd share in the meantime while i work on some of my other jack reqs! shifts from sort of a second person to omniscient; i love exposition too much lol. fake dog names because im not a good enough author to look up actual devils dogs sorry.

Tiger and Zeus are your entrance announcement as they race down the stairs to greet you, collars jingling the whole way.

“Hi babies!” Your voice inflects as you reach to pet their wiggling bodies. It takes a great deal of effort to usher the little menaces back up a floor but once you crest the flight of stairs, you’re met with your favorite sight. Nico, Bratter, Dawson, and Jack are sprawled across the oversized grey couch. With hoods up and controllers in hand, they turn to offer you smiles and greetings, or if you’re Bratter, chirps.

“What took you so long, oh my god.” You jump to tell him he’s making far too much money to be sounding like such a child but Jack’s movement catches your eye. He shifts over, making just enough room for another person between him and Nico who’s propped in the couch corner. However, his eyes don’t break from his phone, his movement seemingly subconscious. In contrast, the butterflies in your stomach are certainly a conscious result.

“It’s like you forget I have a real job Jesper.” Since you’re transfixed on and moving toward Jack you notice the way he smiles at the attitude in your tone. The soft blue eyes you’ve come to find so calming raise to meet yours just before you flop down next to him.

“Hi.” You murmur, pulling your hoodie sleeves around your fists protectively. Jack smiles at your greeting and sets his phone to the side. You adjust to prop your head near his but ensure your bodies are strategically angled away from each other. Not a word is spoken toward the two of you: everything seems normal to everyone.

And it is. Jack is your best guy friend, so attune to your needs and interests but still encouraging you to grow and challenge yourself where possible. He gives you surface level, fun, escapist conversation as much as he’s your most trusted confidant for those serious, deeper topics. You feel comfortable around him and trust Jack without question. You love him in more ways than one and relish these moments of quality time where you can pretend he loves you back. Instinct tells you that there is something more there with Jack and he might know it too, but the intensity you feel you’re sure is not the level he’s at just yet.

Nico shows you some recent photos of his dog, Dawson lets you play a round of the video game, and the distance between you and Jack remains carefully unchanged. As the others bicker good naturedly, Jack asks about your day. You ask him about his, heads angled toward each other as kids do when sharing secrets. He prods at your side with two fingers when you admit you definitely did finish the pieces of cake you’d promised to share with him. Said hand comes to rest in the calculated space between you two, itching from the distance. When he tells you you’re a traitor for not watching the game last night, you aim to land a soft punch to his stomach; he catches your fist. You involve your other hand to play fight with him and he lets you win for a while. Your giggles are almost louder as the two of you try to mask them rather than let yourselves be free with your affections. Jack merely decides when he’s done being victim of your harmless barrage and forces you onto your back with a well placed hand. His eyes gleam as he looks at you, your bodies facing each other now that you’ve overcome the shyness you feel like you must lead with to be unsuspecting around him. No one is fooled.

The audience around you remains quiet about the display. The behavior is nothing new, nor are the telling smiles and rosy cheeks you think the others don’t notice. You try to get away with leaving the hand you were defending against Jack’s physicality with, resting on his ribs. He lets you. With your skin against his, Jack breathes deeply for the first time since he last saw you, his nose filling with your cozy scent.

Conversation flows around the both of you but neither of you have a desire to participate, contentment already achieved. Jack’s too busy counting the freckles on your delicate hand, comparing the result to the number last week. You’re preoccupied syncing your heartbeat with his. It’s closeness easier obtained than having to ask him to hold you in his arms.

He nearly chokes asking you if you’re hungry. You stumble as you tell him you brought your lunch leftovers in your purse; you want him to have a bite. As Jack considers the consequences of stroking your arm with his stationary hand on your shoulder, Nico tosses a blanket over the two of you.

“She looked cold.” His wry smile is barely caught before he dims the lights for the movie they others have decided to start. You’ve got no idea what they picked.

It’s minutes under the safety of a purple fleece throw before Jack reaches his unoccupied hand for your waist and turns you enough so your chest can rest against his. He moves quickly to fake self assuredness, so you don’t notice his shaky hands. For only a moment does your pulse quicken as you wrap yourselves around each other. But it’s just Jack. You’ve been waiting for this moment so long that it’s not grounds for fear but rather relief. Your mind that always spins a touch too fast finds peace in the present. The extra tingle of electricity in the ends of your fingers disperses through Jack’s body, as if he is ground. You crane to kiss his jaw, invigorated by the darkness and heavy warmth of the blanket atop you. Jack swears to hash out the formalities after this but for now, this is enough; you’ve always been his girl.

It’s hours later when the lights are brought back up and guys stretch in anticipation of leaving that anyone spares a glance your direction. It’s not a surprise to anyone seeing Jack smiling in his sleep with you held impossibly close to his chest. The frown lines on your forehead have smoothed. Nico smiles to himself, saying goodbye to his guests before snapping a picture of the sight and turning the lights back off as he heads up to bed.

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Hate To Love You (PJM Drabble )

Summary- you and your ex husband, Yoongi, reunited at one of your mutual friends party. You haven’t spoken to him in years in resentment for his behavior towards you and assumed he despised you just as much, only to find out it’s actually the opposite, despite you being ready to move on when someone unexpectedly shows up….your best friend.

warnings- well its basically a friend hookup thing, minor smut (oral female receiving) (no penetration) sexual tension, swearing, alcohol, mentions of divorce and cheating, angst, sadness

rating- 18+

It was a stupid argument, really

You never guessed it would spark the conversation that would months later be the result of your divorce with Yoongi.

"you are just always at work, and I understand-"

"you cant get upset with me for working, y/n, who the hell would pay for all the bills?" he scoffed, sitting at the desk in his recording studio.

taken back, you decided to defend yourself against your husbands sudden coldness.

"I work too, thank you very much"

"you work two days a week in an office"

"so?" you stood, beginning to grow annoyed "I still make money and pay for half the shit we own"

He laughed, seemingly amused at your efforts, "you dont have the pressure to make said money, y/n, and plus, our jobs, our lives arent...."

"arent what? yoongi?"

He sighed, "dont you have higher aspirations for yourself? rather than working twice a week?" he looked over, quick to defend his statement before you flipped out,

"I know you work, y/n, but you cant compare our schedules....I hope you see what im trying to say?"

Scoffing, you paced around, you felt insulted. You didnt have the pressures of being a musician, sure, however you still had to take on the pressures of being a woman, wife, the maid, the chef, the doggy daycare worker, the therapist, etc etc because the list can go on for hours

You sensed the conversation took a turn in a direction you had not been aiming for, your objective was to kindly seek more time off with your husband considering your 4 year anniversary was coming up, and he took it and did a 360.

It didnt get better, either, because this exact conversation would end up becoming the topic every time you argued, and in a short amount of time it quickly got heated.

"Yeah, you are probably off somewhere between her legs, because wouldnt you fucking love that yoongi??" you threw your water bottle at him as he stood at the doorway of your bedroom, he watched you intensely

"I told you, I had to stay late tonight, I fucking texted!" he defended

"you are telling me you were in that fucking office until 3am? okay..."

He brushed his hair back in disbelief, "yes, if you dont believe me, text hoseok"

"Let me see your phone then" you spoke up after a few moments

"what?" he scoffed

"phone, let me see it"

".....y/n, you dont trust me?" he seemed genuinely upset at this, putting his guard down

"no, I dont"

"that girl who works as an intern has never even spoken to me, you think im off having sex with her??" he snapped

You shrugged, keeping your arms crossed, "I dont really know what to think anymore yoongi, you keep disappointing me, we keep disappointing each other, it seems."

He glared at you, trying to read your face, you were serious. "well then what are we doing this for?"

You bit the inside of your cheek and shrugged again, shaking your head and looking down, "I dont know."

and thats exactly how one week later, you showed up at his job with the divorce papers, slamming them on his desk silently.

And thats what leads us here tonight, at Namjoons house party exactly a year and a half later.

The divorce was never finalized, never made legal, he put it off until you threw your hands up and moved out, and if anyone asked- you were a divorced woman, no long a Min.

You swore you would never trust him again, never him creep back into your life in the same way he always tried. you were done, over him, even.

But God, did it strike the deepest nerve in your system when you saw him sitting on the couch, his arm draped around some other girls waist while he chatted with friends.

You watched, leaning against some crowded doorway with a half drunk cup of liquor in your hand.

"bored?"

you looked to your left to see your friend Jimin pop up next to you, almost scaring you.

"jesus, jimin" you sighed, turning your body away from yoongi to look at the boy in front of you.

"seems like you are not having fun, we can change that" he smiles and holds up another expensive bottle of alcohol, making you groan.

"rather not have a hangover tomorrow" you frowned and looked back at yoongi, Jimin noticed.

"hey, whos that hes with?" he asked, following your gaze to the crowded couch in the other room.

"no idea..." you exhale, turning back to jimin with a sad look.

"oh my god" he froze

"what?"

"dont tell me"

you tilted your head in confusion "tell you what?"

He began to smile, laughing almost "you are jealoussss"

You scoffed, nudging his shoulder "no-im not. we arent married anymore I dont give a shit what he does"

"seems like you do, though" he smirked

your face fell into your hands before shoving him teasingly, something that caught yoongi's eyes as he gazed across the room at your back facing him. You were talking to another guy.

"I know you guys arent even divorced legally" he whispered

"what? yes we are!"

"yoongi spilled the beans...no you arent"

You frowned, crossing your arms. "that motherfucker."

"he was drunk and was going on a whole tangent about how he refused to sign the papers and what not...tried to like, push it back as much as he could"

You shook your head "when was this?"

"like a week ago, when I mentioned you would be at the party"

"Jimin we havent even talked in over a year....pretty sure he blocked me, why the hell would he care?"

He shrugged and looked back at the couch, surprised to see Yoongi looking already at the two of you.

"I dont know...but something tells me he cares a lot more than you think"

"dont be cryptic and ominous" you rolled your eyes, "what do you know that I dont? what did he tell you? be honest" you pleaded

"listen" he half smiled, "all im saying is that you two had known eachother for 8 years before getting married, then you were together for 4 more years, I dont think that kind of connection suddenly falters you know?"

"no-I dont know, I know nothing at all"

"ok well you are impossible to talk to, also- you suck at taking hints" jimin teased before turning to walk away, "oh, and by the way, hes been staring at you for the past few minutes"

You froze and turned your body slowly, jumping when you realized Yoongi had gotten up from his distant seat, and was now right behind you.

"holy fuck" you gasped, putting a hand over your heart.

He didnt say anything, his casual blank emotion plastered over his face as his hands fell into his pockets. "hi" he mumbled

"hello?" you scoffed, "you scared the shit out of me to say 'hi'?"

he slightly smiled, "yes"

you glared at him before walking past, directing yourself to the kitchen, he followed behind, unable to help his gaze trail from your back, down to your ass-the dress you chose to wear tonight definitely suited your figure.

"why are you following me? are you lost?" you sarcastically mumbled, turning away to grab some of the crackers that were next to the snack trays, softly nibbling onto them.

"what were you and jimin talking about?"

"oh please" you laughed, turning to see him, "this is why you are talking to me? for the first time in a year? to discuss jimin?"

he nods.

"hes in the other room, heard he is single, your hair is nice-you might have a chance" you joked coldly, wishing you could run away right now.

he released an airy laugh, leaning against the counter as he waited for the random person in the room to leave before speaking, "You look nice"

You raised an eyebrow, "...thanks...you do too i guess?"

"im just complimenting you, didnt have any mal intent behind it" he gazed at you "its not like we are strangers, you know"

"i know" you mumbled, continuing to eat the dry ass crackers.

He sighed and looked around the kitchen, grabbing a drink for himself.

"dont you have some girl to entertain, why are you sitting in here with me?"

He laughed, "you have not changed at all"

"whats that mean?" you asked defensively

"i mean, we havent spoken in so long and you still only care about if other girls are getting into my pants" he smirked, taking a sip of his drink.

son of a bitch.

"I dont care! also-dont need to know!" you pressed your lips together tightly.

He sat silently, watching you

"stop staring at me, freak" you sighed, knowing you could just walk away but somehow didnt choose to.

"you know your mouth is gonna get dry from all those crackers" he spoke calmly.

"i can handle my own, thank you" you spoke, putting down the stack of crackers in your hand.

He smirked and walked over, tipping your chin up to press his cup of alcohol to your lips, giving you a sip, "there you go"

You stared wide eyed at him before taking a step back, wiping your mouth. "what do you think youre doing?" you bit

“Socializing. It’s a party, no?” He raised a brow, pulling back a little

“Go socialize somewhere else, you’re in my personal bubble” you fixed your hair and tried to calm your breathing before once more pushing past him, walking into the other room.

He snickered and took another shot before catching one of his friends and striking up a conversation.

“How’d it go?” Jimin suddenly popped up next to you, scaring you again.

“You need a fucking bell”

“Sorry” he giggled, standing next to you against the wall.

“Literally nothing happened, he is still the same snappy person he’s always been” you spoke, eyes trailing over across the room to see yoongi speaking with his friends. The purple lighting of the party reflected onto his long black hair and pale skin, no one could deny his beauty, especially when he smiled.

Jimin noticed, a softer smile peaking up onto his lips, “do you want me to go speak to him for you?”

You immediately shook your head, crossing your arms as you tried to change your glances at someone else, eyes shooting onto Nayeon who was 2 seconds away from making out with jungkook.

“Get a room” you whisper

Jimin laughed, “rather quick to the point”

“Jimin shut up” you whined, “I wasn’t talking about you! I was talking about-“

“Wait” he perked

“What??”

Jimin giggled mischievously and looked back at yoongi before looking back at you, “just be honest, you still have feelings for him, huh?”

“No!”

He raised his eyebrows

“Jimin-“

“Admit it! It’s okay!”

You sigh and cover your face, “jimin….of course I do….I just can’t stand who he is now. I fell in love with the old him, before everything came crashing down…I have to remember that’s not him anymore”

He smiled gently, rubbing your shoulder “he has changed”

“No he hasn’t, and it took less than 5 minutes of banter to figure that out”

“Y/n, he still….” He stopped himself from talking, realizing it might not be his place to say.

“What? He still what?” You inquired

“Nothing…”

“Jimin.”

“He may or may not have feelings im not sure I can’t remember”

Your eyes widened before relaxing “yeah no, he was flirting with other girls like a few minutes ago”

“Mmm….maybe he was trying to get you jealous”

You rolled your eyes at his words

“I saw we give payback”

“What….?”

He smirked, “cmon, pretend to be up all on me or something, he’s looking, he will get jealous”

You laughed, “I don’t think he will believe the fact that I’m interested in you”

He pretended to be offended

“Hey, you’re cute but we are friends and have been since diapers, I don’t see us like-“

“God you complicate everything, just…follow me” Jimin sighed, taking your hand and throwing yoongi a quick glance before leading you up the stairway behind you.

You followed along, trying to see what Yoongi’s reaction was as you crawled upstairs, he seemed annoyed, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

Jimin led us into a room and shut the door, a smile on his face as he searched for the light switch.

“It’s dark” you whispered, “we didn’t actually have to hide in the room you know, we could have just sat in the hallway until he came up for me”

“Whatever, if we are playing the part we do it right” he mumbled, still scanning the wall with his hands trying to find the switch. “I can’t find it”

“Whatever” you huffed, sitting behind the door and tucking your knees to your chest. You don’t know who’s room your in, the only light noticeable is the moons reflection peaking in from the windows.

“You ok?” He whispered, finding a spot next to you.

“I don’t know” you shrugged, “I just….wish I never showed up to this party, and I wish you never told me yoongi still has feelings for me”

He felt suddenly guilty, “I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, I think …despite me still having ‘feelings’ for him, I just need to be away from yoongi. I fell in love with him years ago, he was so different and family oriented….he has changed so much and I can’t submit myself to that just because it’s him, and I’m attached”

He nodded, taking your hand “I understand”

You tried to even your breaths in fear of crying, “he treated me badly, and I did the same to him, we don’t work together and I refuse to try again just because he thinks it’ll be good for us”

“That’s reasonable, y/n, you can make your own decisions, im sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable situation”

“It’s not your fault Jimin, if you weren’t here I wouldn’t have even come to this dumb party anyways” you slightly smile

“Hey, I’m always here for you” he raised his hand in a fist bump, where you happily reciprocated.

“Thank you, I’m here for you too Jimin”

He hummed softly “do you wanna go back downstairs?”

You thought for a moment, “not really….I might head home soon anyways, you can go back though”

He shook his head “nah, I’ll chill with you until you decide to go”

“Really? You don’t have to, I know you have many possible girls and boys downstairs for you to entertain” you giggled

“Eh…”

“You’re like the number one flirt, don’t tell me there’s no one at this party that has hookup potential”

He sat for a moment, looking down at his knees as he quickly tried to wipe the smile off his face “mm…nope”

“I doubt that” you snicker

He shrugged, an eyebrow raised as he kicked his feet out straight in front of him, arms in his lap.

“I don’t know if I would hook up with anyone here, yoongis friends are okay looking but the idea of doing it with anyone associated with him just grosses me out”

You both giggled as he nodded “nah that’s reasonable, I almost hooked up with one of his studio friends and then I found out he literally had a girlfriend”

“What!??” You looked at him despite the dark room making it difficult to see his face

He nodded shamelessly “yup” he popped his mouth at the “p”

“It probably would have been bad sex anyway” he couldn’t help but laugh at himself

“I mean yeah, not to talk shit but yoongi and I usually didn’t have the best chemistry with shit like that, must be the studio guy genre” you joked

“Really?? He looks like walking sex, you’re telling me it sucked?” Jimin questioned

“It didn’t suck necessarily but….I don’t know I don’t wanna talk behind his back”

“No no no tell me” Jimin giggled “because a few months before you got “divorced” he was preaching about how good he was to you in the bedroom”

“He was discussing me in front of all his male friends?….”

“Nothing graphic, that’s all he said is that he knew how to satisfy a girl” he shrugged in defense

You rolled your eyes “yeah….sure yoongi.”

Jimin laughed

“He…god this is embarrassing…I wouldn’t even finish most times, and I had to fake it”

“No way” he seemed genuinely shocked

“Yeah, maybe I faked it a little too good, striked his ego up and shit” you giggled, hiding your face.

“So you’ve never had an orgasm?”

“Oh I’ve had a few, but like it was always 50/50, I never knew if it was gonna be a good time or not you know”

He nodded, taking in the information as you spoke.

“But whatever..” you sighed, leaning your head against the door. “We should probably head downstairs”

He sighed, looking at you as you began to stand to your feet, he stood too. “We don’t have too”

“Well what else is there to do?” You giggle “we can’t sit in the room forever, it’s pretty late too”

He looked at you as best he could

“I could give you an orgasm” He calmly spoke like it was no big deal

Your eyes shot wide open, “w-what??”

He shrugged, silently

“What did you say?” Your voice was startled

“ I said I could give you an orgasm, if you want one”

“Um….Jimin you are my friend” you whispered

“I know, I just feel bad after hearing about the yoongi thing, and I want to make it up for you”

You tried to not freak out at the fact your best friend calmly asked if he could make you cum.

You bit your lip, “uh…”

“We don’t have to do anything” he gently waved his hand “it’s just a sudden horny suggestion”

You softly giggled, looking at your feet.

“Wouldn’t it be kinda, I don’t know, odd?”

“Not really I guess, I mean I always thought you were hot”

You blushed, feeling suddenly overwhelmingly shy.

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

You bit your lip nervously.

It would be a lie to say you’ve never thought about Jimin like this, which is why it’s such a shock that it was randomly happening in some random persons bedroom at Namjoons party.

“Yes” you breathed out

Jimin smiled “then…the offer stands” he begins to walk towards the door before you gently hold his arm and stop him.

“Jimin”

He looked back, a soft expression as he waited for you to finish speaking.

“Make me forget” you whispered after a few silent moments, your faces close together as he began to smile slightly.

“Are you sure?” His voice was low and quiet

You nod slowly

“We don’t have to, you seemed unsu-”

“I’m sure” you began, “I’m just kinda in shock that it’s actually happening”

He giggled “you’re cute…come here” he gently held your hips in his hands, your heart racing faster than it ever has as he pushed you softly against the door.

Jimin finger raised to his mouth, “quiet, mm?”

You nod, already feeling breathless before his lips suddenly crash into yours, taking any air out of your lungs.

Your hands flew to his hair, pressing him against you as much as possible. “Mm” he moaned against your lips, the vibrations sending straight to your core.

He didn’t fail to notice your red, blushed face even in such a dark room. “You okay” he quietly panted, pulling back a little

“I-I’m okay, that was nice”

“Good” he laughed, returning his lips to yours for a quick peck before trailing down your jaw and neck, so slowly that you felt you were going to explode.

He had you trapped against the door and his body, Jimins warmth only stimulating you more.

“This okay..?” He whispered, pulling his lips away from your cleavage as he fell to his knees, arms softly trailing your sides.

“Yes jimin, it’s okay”

“You trust me?”

“Mm” you nod, feeling his fingers at the hem of your dress, thighs tingling. “I trust you”

With that- jimin gently folded up the bottom half of your dress, exposing your laced red underwear, he felt prideful in seeing the slight wet mark that had dampened them. He went against mentioning it in fear of embarrassing you, rather instead keeping the image in his head that he was able to do such thing to you.

“I can take these off? They are so pretty” he whispered, looking back up at you

“Yeah you can….” You bit your bottom lip, trembling slightly

His fingers delicately hooked into the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling them down while making sure you were still okay with his actions.

“Tell me to stop and I will, okay baby?”

The pet name had you almost moaning, you found the strength to nod, “o-okay”

“God….so perfect” you mumbled to himself once he caught a glance of your dripping core, he’s never seen anything like it.

Jimin took a breath after tossing your underwear to the side, his hands climbing up your thighs as he encouraged you to part them for him, his two fingers gently exploring your folds, pressing against your clit, making you gasp.

“Oh-” you pressed your lips together and leaned your head back against the door behind you, knowing that there are possible people on the other side who might hear.

He was in amazement at how wet you were, the soft squelch sound was the only audible noise in the entire room, making your cheeks red.

You tried to thrust your hips a little to silently plea for what you wanted, his eyes raised up to you

“Use your voice, tell me what you need”

“Jimin….” You whispered, his fingers still slowly rubbing your bud. “Your m- ah…your mouth please”

You wanted to fall into the floor as you heard how needy your voice had become for your friend, but one look at his shit eating grin and suddenly you reminded yourself he was enjoying this just as much as you.

“Okay baby, remember, be quiet yeah?”

You nod and close your eyes, preparing for what was to come.

The moment you felt jimins plump lips reach your core, your arched your back away from the door, moaning softly “oh shit, jimin” a hand reached down to rest atop his head.

“Mm taste so good” his voice was pressed against you, the vibration only stimulating you more. “Here baby” he pulled away a little, helping you lift a leg and throw it over his shoulder so you hadn’t lost your balance while standing.

His tongue resumed to your clit, sucking and swiping through the wet folds, savoring the flavor that was you

“Oh…fuck jimin!!” You whined, throwing a hand over your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut, “it’s so good”

Jimin brought up the hand that wasn’t holding your leg, tracing it up your thigh before pressing a finger into you, the wetness making it easy for him to slide in.

He groaned, “oh shit”

Your mouth had fallen into a small o shape, the pressure of his one finger turned into two, and before you knew it, he was curling them upwards and around, searching for your g-spot

“J-jimin!” Your hand clutched his hair, he only smirked before returning his lips to your swollen clit, sucking vigorously as if it was his sole mission in life to make you cum all over him.

You suddenly moaned out loud, mentally cursing yourself for the volume, he knew in that moment that his skilled fingers had found your frontal wall perfectly, he continued to press into that spot quickly as the wet sound between your legs got louder and messier, tongue lapping at it all.

“Jimin im gonna cum, oh god, oh god” you whispered, squirming your hips a little so you were quite practically riding his face.

He silently encouraged you, the hand holding your leg up began to softly rub into your skin, giving your permission to let go.

“Fuck!!” Your vision suddenly turned white with one last thrust against your g-spot, you tried to balance yourself before you felt jimin help you keep still, “shit” your voice was shaky as the orgasm ripped through your body aggressively, his fingers swiping between you to gather your slick, licking them off in front of you.

“How was that?” He panted, pulling your dress down as he stood

He gave you a moment to catch your breath, “that was….so….oh my god”

He laughed, reaching down to pick up your underwear “I’ll take it was nice?”

“Absolutely”

“Good” he smirked, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Here” he whispered, giving you back your undergarments.

“No no” you smiled, taking them and putting it into his pant pocket

“Oh?” He raised a cocky brow, “does this mean I qualify for a second round?”

You smirked “do you have plans this weekend?”

“I can clear them” he spoke quickly, making you laugh

“Ok…let’s go before people get suspicious” you whisper, trying to quickly make yourself presentable as if he didn’t just suck the life out from between your legs.

He nodded and helped you fix your dress more before opening the door, both of your eyes following over to yoongi who stood on the other side of the hall, watching you.

“Oh fuck”

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