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[plutogist]

HANG OUT WITH THEM

i. part two: hang out with these characters (part one)

ii. gender neutral. reader | unedited version (lmk if I used any gendered terms!)

iii. cw: spoilers in manga (chrollo's part), mentions of death, massacre/slaughter, torture, trauma, and violence. stealing, fluff & semi-angst (?)

iv. characters: gon freecs, killua zoldyck, kurapika kurta, chrollo lucilfer, feitan portor.

GON FREECS

You hang out with the boy a lot as the two of you develop a rapport with one another and grow closer. The two of you would often be perched on top of a tree branch as he casts his fishing line into the middle of a swamp. He would ask you questions about your past, how you lived in YorkNew City, and even about yourself constantly while he was fishing.

Talking to Gon is comforting, although he is extremely enthusiastic. You might find yourself baffled as to how he appears to be fulfilled while not harboring any unwelcome feelings or thoughts. But naturally, that wasn't the only thing. He would take you around the town's outskirts. And to pass the time if you were in his place, you two would play a variety of board games.

KILLUA ZOLDYCK

When Gon wasn't allowed to practice Nen for two months because of his injudicious decision of fighting Gido, you and Killua trained together without Nen because Killua don't want Gon to be left behind. Since neither of you was particularly talkative throughout your training session-unlike Gon, who frequently emits a lot of commotion when the three of you are together-it was really awkward and silent.

You're just reluctant to approach him because you two weren't really close. But even so, he would give you advice on how to grow more powerful and tell you about what you should concentrate on. As an outcome, the more you two trained together over the course of the two months, the closer you two grew.

The two of you are hardly alone together unless it involves training, combat, etc. The three of you traveled to Whale Island after leaving Heaven's Arena to meet Mito Freecs, Gon's aunt, and Abe, his great-grandmother. They were quite friendly to you, and his great-grandmother told you and Killua plenty of stories about Gon. Gon once left the two of you because his aunt asked him to go get some supplies she needed to prepare later.

You offered your assistance to Aunt Mito with the laundry. Killua was watching you as you washed the clothes since he isn't really sure how he can help you or do things like that. He would speak about his experiences and escapades as an experienced assassin, a member of the notorious Zoldyck family, and the future heir to the family to keep you entertained. However, it wasn't all that entertaining to hear about how he was actually tortured as a baby.

You also shared your stories with him when you were younger. Being from your typical family, you didn't find it particularly interesting. To your surprise, Killua laughed and thought you were humorous when you were younger because of both your foolishness and your intrepid nature. You attempted tossing him your left slippers, but he deftly sidestepped it. Indeed, the day was enjoyable.

KURAPIKA KURTA

(Prior to the massacre of the Kurta Clan)

He would come and see you in your leisure time and encourage you to read in the neighborhood library with him. You would undoubtedly concur that it is Kurapika after all. You two would sit side by side on the couch in the serene library, and before starting a new book, he would offer that you execute an exchange. For instance, he may recommend a book to you and vice versa.

The majority of the novels he read are far more serious than you may think. He always recommends history or biographies of philosophers who lived a century ago, as well as crime, mystery, and science fiction, works. Despite how much you like it, you feel a little ashamed about the works you're recommending to him since they seem so plain to him. [Unless you have the same taste w/ him]

Most of your hangouts are just solitude and calm, but you like that tranquility. Along with Pairo, the three of you are going to stay in the forest as you three would for an adventurous hangout. You would capture fish or other creatures that are suitable for human consumption.

(After the massacre of the Kurta Clan)

You feel much closer to your childhood friend now that you've seen him again. He lost his positive outlook since, as you are aware, criminals killed the members of his clan. If you were in his position, you wouldn't have any optimism at all. Therefore, you are always at his side to lessen his sense of isolation and provide him with emotional support. A conversation with him may be quite intense and passionate. He would often speak to you late at night about his unsaid emotions, his grief, his trauma, his enmity, and the survivor's guilt.

He's still a huge book nerd, so you two would borrow books from the local library and read them together while relaxing in the calm setting. You are just brought back to the past by it.

CHROLLO LUCILFER

(When you were still living in Meteor City)

Chrollo introduced you to Father Lisores, the owner of the church that you saw. (First chapter) And now, you're affiliated with him because you look like you're on the verge of death and he pities you. In exchange for your assistance with his charitable endeavors and your assistance each time there is a mass for children and other Meteor City residents, he provides you with a place to live, food, and other requirements.

Furthermore, you got to know some of Chrollo's friends. They all treated you well, but Chrollo is the one you get along with the best. Despite the difficulties of his life, he is bursting with positive energy. He frequently stops by the church and enjoys bringing you unusual items.

Most of your time together would be spent in the church's rear chamber, where he would show you other items and instruct you in speaking Gelman. (In the universe of Hunter x Hunter, probably English). His discoveries and his astute thinking never fail to captivate you. He frequently blushes when you praise him, but in all honesty, he kind of craves it since he wants to impress you.

Chrollo requested you, Sarasa, and Pakunoda to voice dub a Mighty Sweepin' Power Cleaners VHS tape into your mother tongue so that the kids in Meteor City could watch and understand the episode. It gave you an immense thrill to voice-dub the role that was given to you, and it warmed your heart to see the children moved and enthralled.

(Phantom Troupe / After the slaughter of Kurta Clan)

After Sarasa's death, Phantom Troupe was established with the intention of exacting retribution. You presently hold the fourth rank and are a member of the Phantom Troupe, a group of malevolent thieves. You two don't spend much time together since Chrollo is so busy keeping up his leadership role, looking for items that can be of great use to the group, or if he wants to steal a particular item. In fact, it only happens once in a blue moon.

But you can't blame him after all. Though when all of you are gathered up for a meeting, he would give you pieces of jewelry, books, and others that you love, which you presumably think that he stole, it feels nice that he's thinking about you.

While waiting for the remainder of the members to arrive, you would speak with them about significant topics and share what you had learned from your mission. His responses to you are brief since he is still engaged with the book he is reading. You feel sort of sad about it but chose to not complain.

FEITAN PORTOR

While the troupe was in York New, he would pay you many visits at the gaming shop where you work, and would practically gaze at you as if you were a ghost or something - well, he's waiting for you to end your shift. You can't concentrate on your work due to his scary glances, and he physically stares at everyone that walks into the shop.

You would advise him to cease doing that after your shift, but he would act unaware even though he understood what you meant. You two would saunter through the Saloma Mall, only glancing at the merchandise in the storefront windows, not bothering to go inside because you're saving up your money.

But there was a time when you spotted a bracelet that piqued your curiosity, but it was so pricey that your wage wasn't sufficient to pay for it. Feitan was aware of this but remained silent. After dropping you off at your flat, he goes to the shop where you spotted the bracelet you like and snatches it violently.

He handed you the bracelet the next day. Unaware that he had stolen it, you were perplexed by how he was able to purchase it. When you questioned about how he was able to afford it, he just said that they were confidential.

Feitan isn't a particularly chatty person, and neither are you, but whenever he comes to see you while you're at work, you strike up a conversation with him, and honestly, talking to him is much more comfortable than talking to other people because he's direct and doesn't sugarcoat his words, which is what you like best.

He just listens to your rambling while paying attention to what you're saying, but he obviously won't be overt about it. The two of you would play video games in your flat after your shift. Because he has a strong sense of competition, he usually defeats you. He constantly invited Phinks and Shalnark as well.

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[bitchyycapricorn]

for ur october reqs; dom! reader & sub!tasm!peter?? maybe w overstim idk

Sub!TASM Peter x Dom!Reader + Overstim

-Fucked Out-

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AN: It’s been a while pookie bears. Not edited. If you saw it say bandage instead of bondage no you didn’t.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT! Dom/Sub, overstimulation, bondage, praise kink

A whine escapes Peter’s lips as he squirms against the restraints keeping his hands bound to the head board.

“Someone’s being awfully needy” You smirk, swinging your leg over Peter’s hips. Slowly, you eases down so your cunt just barley grazes over his acing shaft. You slowly swivel your hips in a teasing manner causing another whine to leave Peters lips as his tip brushes against your bare thigh. The feeling of his pre-cum smearing against your inner thigh has you mind going fuzzy already.

“P-please…” Peter begs, struggling to keep still. A small smirk forms on your face at his pleas, you can’t help but reach down to align him with your entrance.

“You want me pretty boy?” You hum, barely allowing his tip to enter your hot cunt. Peters eyes screw shut as a few rather pathetic noises leave his lips. “Look at you…barely able to keep yourself together and only the tips in…” you tease.

Keeping his eyes shut, Peter can only seem to respond with yet another whine. He’s been rather touch starved for the last few days due to his…job. But now he was here, under you. Whimpering and whining pathetically. He drew his lip between his teeth as you lower your hips. Your warmth surround his cock as he fills you up.

“Fuck Peter…” you mutter with a moan. “You feel so good…stretching me out so good.” You praise him, rocking your hips slowly against his. Steadying your body you slowly lean back, allowing your back to arch as you slide up and down his length. Peter can’t help but watch as your hips move against his. His eyes focusing in on the way it looks for his cock to slide in and out of your cunt. He watches as the head of his cock bulges inside you, all while you use him for your pleasure.

The feeling of your body against his is slowly becoming overwhelming as you pick up speed. Peter allows his eyes to roll to the back of his head as his first orgasm washes over him. Hot cum now seeping out of you as you continue to ride him.

Peter whimpers at the sensation, his voice shaky as he begs you to slow down. “I- it’s too much..” he murmurs, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards.

“You can take it…” you hush, pushing his cock even deeper in you as you drag your hips back and forth, all while gliding your hips up and down.

“I don’t…I can’t…” Peter gasps, pulling at his restraints again as yet another orgasm surges through him. His eyes snap shut as a few moans tumble from his swollen lips. His cock twitches as he releases into you again.

“Look…you did it,” you smirk, leaning forward to place your hands on his chest now. Your finger traces over his abs as you allow Peter to adjust to the new position and its sensation. “Think you can give me another?” You ask as you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Peter squirms beneath you, realizing you weren’t going to let up until he was completely fucked out. He let out an incoherent murmur before nodding. His fluffy brown hair falling into his eyes as he looks up at you.

A smile spreads across your face as you press a proper kiss to his puffy lips. “So good for me…” you mumble, your lips still against his. You begin to slowly pick up your pace again, grinding your hips onto his, feeling his length deep inside you as a soft moan leaves your lips. “Such a pretty boy,”

His eyes flutter close at your words, his brain and body completely overstimulated by your touch. He could feel your walls flutter around him. He could feel the way you were gripping his shoulders. He could feel how flushed your tits are as you push your chest against his. Another whine escapes his lips. “I-I’m” he cries, his body tensing at the feeling of yet another tight knot building up.

Another kiss to his lips and he was sent over the edge, his body completely spasming as he finishes deep in you. You feel your own high come over you as Peter’s coming down from his.

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[vampiretendencies]

Hiii babes this my first time ever requesting anything for anyone but could you do a JJ Maybank headcannon of dating him (I love those) or a blurb of when he comes back from surfing and cuddles the reader? I love ya!

IDCNTLIKEDARNESS MILESTONE EVENT ★

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings; fluff, suggestive

authors note; i’m going to do both !! i just can’t resist and i feel like both of your ideas would complement this event well. thank you for trusting me with your first request.

masterlist — jj maybank masterlist

JJ nearly washed up with the shore, waves tumbling off of the backs of his ankles.

Board shorts sticking to his flesh, accentuating his tanned, sinewy thighs. The sun accentuated it’s rays, on the shore— perfect for the ‘tan’ you were supposed to be getting. Really though, it was a mere excuse to see JJ surf, anything that brought the slightest quirk to his features always brought you to the most vivid state of joy in turn.

And the view, no, not the orange and pink hue painted sky but the one that is approaching you. The one that’s abs are evenly carved into the muscles of his stomach, with slick blonde tresses that are laced with water whilst a sloppy smile is plastered on his face at the sight of you. You however, had a scrunched nose and a skimpy bathing suit that was currently riding up— you’d admit it was only to fluster JJ, which always worked.

“Couldn’t take it any longer, I was having withdrawals.”

His breathless figure, throws his cherry rouge surf board down beside you. Taking your near naked figure in on such a dainty towel, and his crystal orbs nearly bulge out of his skull.

“From what?”

Clueless, JJ kicks sand as he’s making his way around you. Body towering over yours— his standing stature overlaps yours, legs separated whilst his feet were on either side of you. And the last thing you were expecting was for him to sit directly on top of your legs— a cushion for what he was really after.

“Your ass,” he toys with the material of your bathing suit, poking and prodding the flesh with grabby hands. Nearly kneading it in a way, as if his calloused fingertips were meant to do so.

With a scoff, you reach your arm back to swat his hand away. As it was a public place, but by any means necessary JJ doesn’t give a fuck. “Just my ass?”

“Maybe you … just a little baby,” he half-joked. Humming to himself, the intenseness of the waves he surfed began to catch up to him more rapidly than he would’ve liked.

“Mhm.”

You hummed, the weight of JJ then shifts— losing the feeling in your legs from your lover having placed his full weight there. Though that was petty to what he does now, he encapsulates you— lying his stomach against your back, allowing the rest of his limbs to mimic yours. Lying directly on top of you, air knocked from your lungs. Sinking in with the grains of sand.

“Need a cuddle, pretty girl.”

His head rests on the back of your shoulder, skin that was once dry is now soaked— but you couldn’t seem to complain about that, only the crushing limbs atop yours. He places loose, lingering pecks to the back of your neck, every one more leisurely with the more exhausted he grew.

“You’re squishing me J.”

The shush he gave you, rippled through your skin, having left his lips in the open space. Hooded eyes, falling low, trying to stay awake even in the slightest.

“Squishin’ you with love” he mumbled, babbling almost— as he can’t make out words. “Givin’ you all my love, baby.”

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[chiiyuuvv]

First time asking for riize but can u do a riize anton imagine like when he was a swimmer and both of yall become friends and u get injured and he helps u recover and get back on track hope u see it and ilysm girl 🫶🫶🫶

• PAIRING — anton x fem!reader (can always ignore)

• GENRE — pool party!! Idk the dynamic i just wrote, shy anton, mention of sungchan and shotaro

• WORD COUNT — 786

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — sorry this took so long. And i also dont know shat about swimming, so if it doesnt maken sense now it does 🤷‍♀️

• TAGLIST — @eun-luv (welcome 🤗)

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It was a hot day in the summer, the house surrounded with cold drinks, bikinis, and a big pool at the edge. After his friends convinced him, anton went around the school to invite people to his house. A pool party, in short.

He wasnt surprised when people showed up, considering he was giving out free food and a warm pool to dive in. But he was surprised when he saw you walk through the door, your hair in a loose pony tail and a dry towel wrapping your shoulders.

Although he was quiet in class, he was extra nervous around you, beating himself up when you left for his constant stuttering and rosy cheeks. He wanted to impress you, show you that he wasnt always quiet, that he had a wild side to him. Maybe thats why he agreed to the party in the first place, his friends knowing his oh so obvious feelings for you.

With a nervous wave he beckons you over, taking in a deep breath to calm down his raging heart. "Hey!! You made it!" His voice was higher than how he anticipated since he really, really thought you weren't going to show up.

"Of course! How could i turn down some free food?" You joke, going in for a hug which anton awkwardly accepts, his arms wrapping around your bare waist, as you were already in your bikini. Since he was taller, you head layed on his chest, his fast heart beating in your ears.

You finally release the hug, a smile tugging at your lips when you look up at the pink boy that was avoiding your eye contact. "Stop looking at mee!!" He whines, covering your eyes with his hands as you laugh.

"Would you stop coupling and come on!!" A boy calls, sungchan. "R-right, be right there." Anton shouts back, turning his head to look down at you. "Let's go.." he quietly mutters, leading the way as you run beside the boy, grabbing his hand.

.

The party goes on as usual, different classmates taking turns to jump off the singular diving board in the lee family, each person showing off their cool skills.

After getting a drink spilled on, anton had no choice but to take off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. The boys teasing as per usual and your cheeks flushed.

It was your turn to jump off the diving board. With each step of the ladder, you felt a new ounce of confidence wash over you. Finally at the top, you give anton a quick wave, steadying your legs to prepare your jump.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch as anton frantically at your direction, causing you to turn around. The board was already slippery because of the wet water, so you slide off, your ankle twisting as you let out a scream.

Everyones heads turn at the noise, antons eyes widening as he quickly jumps into the pool to fetch your body.

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"Is she dead?? HYUNG I THINK I KILLED HER!!"

"You didnt kill her ton, i told you your waving was going to get her attention. Shes just unconscious."

"Well thats because you kept saying i liked her-"

"And was i wrong?"

Your eyes slowly open to find shotaro sending anton a sideways smirk, the boy quickly looking down as his cheeks pinken. "Guys..?" You groan, the boys putting their attention back on you.

"Hey! We- i mean I gotta get some stuff, soo anton will stay with you." Shotaro quickly scurries away before anton can even reject, a nervous smile plastered on his face as he looks back at you.

"Hi.." he awkwardly waves, feeling a little better that youre able to wave back. "What happened?"

"You had slipped off, and twisted your ankle." He quietly informs, rubbing your red ankle with some ice. "Shotaros gonna get some more ice, and whatever else you need." He offers a small smile, giving a nod.

"Thanks." You tiredly smile at the boy, using your arms to prompt yourself up to lay your head on a chair. "Oh! Lemme help you.." anton scoots beside you, taking your head and laying it on a pillow. "Thanks." You repeat, noticing how anton was a little too close to you. His pink lips catching your attention as your eyes drift from his eyes, anton quickly noticing.

He gulps, his adams apple bobbing as he leans down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You let out a giggle at the feeling, wrapping your arms around the boys neck to deepen it.

"Alright i got all the supplies and- anton i meant ask her on a date not make out with her!!" -shotaro

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[thisonehere]

i saw your prostate massage hcs for some mk men, and i was wondering if u could do the same thing with raiden, kenshi, and rain?

Sure, why not lol

A Totally Normal Prostate Exam Pt. 2

A/n: Sure, I'll be honest, this is a wild way for me to start the new year... I'm not mad at it though lol Tags: MK1, MK AU, NSFW, MDNI C/w: Anal sex, fingering, dom!sex, mentions bodily fluids, overstimulation, himbofication, degradation kink, you make them your bitch, not fully proofread, g/n reader Last part

Raiden

The man almost had a heart attack the moment you asked. You made him so shy that the man struggled to hold your hand, looking into your eyes. The idea of you fingering him is a threatening one, even terrifying. He is unsure, he hesitates. During sex, he was passive, never being on top or submissive. Doing such a thing was But the thing is, he really likes you. A moment to be alone with you would hurt, right?

He lies on his back, and his palms are sweaty. He is unbelievably nervous though he tries to put on a brave face. He lifts his legs and reveals cute, soft-ass you.

You notice his nervousness, so you give foreplay as you compliment him. You rub your fingers around his little hole causing him to giggle and blush.

Finally sensing that he's ready, you fully plunge your fingers into him. He gasps, he feels every inch of your finger rubbing against his anal walls.

After a few moments of getting used to your touch and this feeling, Raiden finally relaxed and embraced it. It actually felt better than he thought it would be.

Raiden does whimper at your touch, but he also does another thing: he laughs. This is such a strange feeling to him. It not only makes him feel perfect, but it also makes him feel slightly ticklish.

He looks up and gives you a smile as you continue. "Keep going, Y/n, We're almost there..." He cheers you on as he starts to play with himself.

As you edge nearer and nearer to its climax, electricity buzzes inside and outside his body. It tingles and teases your fingers, it doesn't hurt at first. But slowly and surely it you can feel it becomes more and more intense as you continue.

Finally, Raiden comes. His semen spills out the hole of his cock and splatters all over his face, chest, and abs. The electricity that was around him caused you to scream in surprise and pain as it electrocutes your entire hand. You feel the electrical current go throughout your whole arm which causes it to go numb in the most painful way. You quickly pull out your finger in a hurry which gets Raiden's attention. He is pulled out of his daze and back to reality.

Raiden sits upright and looks at you concerned. He sees your electrocuted fingers and an instant regret washes over him. "Oh, Y/n, I'm so sorry. I-I knew was a mistake." He takes your hand into his and in his and inspects it attentively. He looks up at you embarrassed. "We need to get you medical attention...Uh...next time...we should use something else... maybe something more phallic..."

Kenshi

If this man drinking he will spit it out after hearing this. He's definitely not on board with this. "Why the hell would he do that?" That's it, flat-out rejection. The end... Until of course, he couldn't stop thinking about it. The idea of you touching, and fondling him, caused him to get harder and harder as he went on to think about it, He can't take it anymore. So, finally, he yielded and agreed to this.

Now there he is, on all fours, his back and his tight, fine ass facing you. It pulsates open and shut eagerly awaiting your touch. "Okay, Y/n, let's make this quick."

Kenshi can't help but gasp in surprise as he feels you thrust your fingers into him. "Shit!" He cries. The feeling of you inside him is so strange, it takes him some time to finally get used to it. His ass slowly begins to soften up as he gets used to the feeling, this sensation starts to feel much better and better.

He continues to gasp and his body shivers as you go deeper and deeper into him. He curses and whines in between every moan, he's loving this just as much as he's hating it.

Being with the Yakuza for so long had stunted Kenshi's sexual drive and instead created a disturbed appetite for violence inside of him. He was grateful he left and even more grateful he found you. With you, what you doing to him, makes him feel things that he's never felt before.

As you continue, Kenshi feels his hands wander as he starts to touch himself all over. Feelings rush throughout his body that he's never felt before. It's so overwhelming, it's amazing. His hands make their way to his cock and balls and he begins to play with himself.

You feel his hole starts to quiver and become more sensitive as you continue. You both can feel it, his climax.

Keshi's moans get louder and more curses slip through his mouth as he raises his head up and whines. "That's right. Fuck me, you sexy bitch!".

He insists that you start calling him slurs and other degrading stuff to get him off. He likes when you call him a slut and filth. Maybe he'll even ask you to spit on him.

Finally he cums, a surprisingly a lot. This could possibly the first time he came this much. It spills out all the over the sheets and it's intoxicating smell rushes throughout the room.

He turns and looks at you, a wild passion is in his eyes. "Now you've done it, you little slut." he growls as he grabs you and pulls you onto the bed with him. He gets top of you and smile. The two of you go at it for a few hours before you finally collapse and fall asleep in each others arms.

Rain

The mage isn't panicked nor does he immediately shut you down. He's more confused.He's not fully against the concept, but he isn't 100% for it either. But he does trust you, he love you, you'd never do anything that would hurt him, right?

So he gives little resistance as he gets naked and lies on his back for you. He grabs his legs and attempts to spread them, which is hard considering he isn't all that flexible. Spreading his ass checks to reveal his beautiful brown hole to you. "You'll be gentle with me, right?" he asks, still unsure and a little nervous.

He screams as your finger dive into his heat. You hesitate and almost pull out until rain grabs your hand and pulls you back into him. "There is no turning back now...do it." he demands.

Your finger(s) rub his anal walls, somehow you hit all the right spots even though it is supposedly your first time.

Rain rubs his body as he moans, one hand squeezes his huge chest while the other rubs his abs. Eventually they make their way down to his dick and balls.

Rain thought he knew every form of pleasure when mastered all forms of magic that was available to him and when he had met, but now, he is experiencing a new pleasure he never even knew was possible. "Amazing..." He moans.

His body shivers and his moans grow louder. The possibility is high that people can hear you. But you don't care and Rain especially doesn't care, maybe he will later but right now he is focused on the feeling coursing through his body.

Before you know it, he cums. His hot semen squirts out, drenching both him and you with its sticky substance. He slowly pull your finger out as Rain just lies there on his with his eyes wide open in awe.

He abruptly sits up and grabs onto you, an insatiable hunger is no in his eyes. "More, you have to show me more." He insists. Rain is a very ambitious man, he has mastered multiple forms magic, now he wishes to master multiple forms of sex. As many as he can. And he want to do it with you.

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[truetogaia]

Interstellar activities

Pairing: Dilf!Jake Sully x Sully Mom!Reader (+the sully's)

Synopsis: Jake remembers that he used to surf. Now he resides in Awa’atlu, surrounded by water and waves, what more does he need?

Warnings: mild angst but mainly just pure fluff

Notes: I thought I was soooo clever for this idea. And I still do, watchu go'n do ab it

Word count: 1.5 k

The waves came crashing against the shoreline of the beach, washing away the remnants of seafoam. The Sully’s were spread out on a wooden carpet, basking in the warmth of the pandorian sun. Kiri and Tsireya were occupied with observing the ocean floor, admiring the beauty of the coral adorned reefs, whilst Lo’ak was completely caught up in some heated discussion with Ao’nung and Rotxo in the shade of the trees.

Tuk’s head was propped up on your shoulder, snoring away in the sun. You had put a hand up to cover your child's head and protect it from the immense heat, but the muscles in your arms were starting to ache. You gently nudged Tuk’s snoozing form awake and soon, she was excitedly dashing towards the sea to join her sister. The faint sounds of laughter and contrasting yelling became more distant as Jake’s gaze shifted focus to the ocean, to the slow rolling of the waves.

His mind wandered to faded memories of his childhood, souvenirs lost to time. This was actually a somewhat regular occurrence, just because he became na’vi didn’t mean his human experiences were just going to completely dissipate into thin air. The familiar sounds of water and shouting kids from childhood trips to the beach were etched deep into the walls of his memory, reminding him of times that had escaped him.

A sudden, powerful gust of wind tempted the waves to climb higher, and the image made something in Jake’s brain dig itself out of the mess. A memory from summers spent taming the monstrous waves on a big, blue board. It had been such a long time since he last stretched his legs on a surfboard and the thought sparked an idea. After losing feeling in his legs, there were many activities that Jake had to quit and forget about. He was devastated, so many beloved hobbies he had, and he could not continue a single one. 

Before he could really process it, he was up on his feet, eagerly excusing himself from his basking mate. Tonowari stood in the shade of some trees, discussing new hunting strategies, when Jake suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him. The expression painting the omaticaya’s face indicated nothing short of urgency, so Tonowari quickly dismissed his hunters, shifting his attention to Jake’s matters. 

“Are there any really big pieces of wood laying around? Pieces that you don’t have any use for?” The signals of Tonowari’s puzzled expression didn’t quite seem to have reached Jake as he gave no further explanation, and when the metkayina male gestured to a pile of wooden debris, the shorter of the two hastily walked off before he could ask any questions. 

Jake scavenged through the old scraps of wood for a good while before finding a piece big enough for a full grown na’vi. The material was huge, comparable to the wall of a house, or an adult birch tree. He hadn’t stopped to consider the difference in size between his human and his now much bluer and brawnier form when he was carving away at the wood, instead, he had relied heavily on poorly memorized measurements from teenage days. They obviously turned out to be completely wrong, so he had to start all over again. 

Jake worked on his board all evening while the sky grew multiple shades darker, warping its colors and collecting stars. After he had been gone for a few hours, you began wondering about the whereabouts of your mate. When the kids seemed occupied enough, you quietly left your family’s marui pod. The laughter and chatter originating from your pod soon grew distant as you made your way through the village. 

You spotted your beloved, kneeling by something large. Remaining where you were, you only observed from afar to inspect his intentions. A warm smile spread across your face, reflecting the one adorning Jake’s. He looked proud as he held the piece of wood up, examining his handiwork.

It was a very rare sight nowadays, to see your mate be visibly happy over something. Ever since your family had to flee from your home and face the loss of a son, not many cheerful days had been spent. Your time had been filled with duties and awkward interactions, carried out with monotone, keening movements. So to see Jake in a state of pure joy, without the crushing weight of guilt on his shoulders, was refreshing.

After turning around to return to the pod, Jake noticed your form in the dim light of a dying torch, soft features painted orange in the gentle flicker of the flames. 

“Hi, what have you been up to?” Your voice was as soft as the look in your eye, inviting him to share his secrets. 

“Just thought I'd relive some of my youth. Leave some legacy for my kids to carry, you know.” He smiled at you, moving closer to where you stood. The light pressure of a hand attaching itself to your hip sent your heart tingling, warmth spreading through your body.

“Why don’t you relive that youth tomorrow. It is very late, ma Jake.” His expression softened even more at that, confirming with a nod before gently pulling you towards your pod.

It seemed as if the sun shone brighter than usual. The air felt crispier as Jake breathed in slowly, making his way down to the beach. He had the whole family in tow, excitedly hopping around, eager to see what their father had been so happy about. The waves rose higher in the sky today, it was an ideal scenario. The keen expressions on the children's faces spoke of just as much happiness as Jake, it made your heart flutter, eyes glossed over with a thin layer of tears, ready to flow at any moment. 

Excited murmurs and giggles could be heard from the Sully’s marui pod early in the morning, the scratching sounds of wood being carved overpowering the usual sounds of the village as soon as the sun nibbled on the horizon. Jake had let the kids in on his plans as soon as the two of you had come back to the pod. It was decided that Lo’ak was also getting a board of his own, he was too small to ride on the one Jake had: And when the morning light finally hit the walls of the pod, Lo’ak got to work. 

Jake hurried towards the sea, mounting the board as soon as it hit the thrashing water. Lo’ak followed, copying his fathers actions. Your mate had more skill than your son, though, and it all ended up with Lo’ak soaked to the bone, with water cascading down his braids. Jake tried his best to teach his son, but it was difficult. Lo’ak was stubborn and grumpy, having just entered his teenage years, and wouldn’t really listen to what his father said. 

They soon gained an audience, multiple metkayina families had gathered around the piece of land which the Sully’s occupied, watching intently as the two omaticaya wrestled the waves. You were seated in the sand, hands digging into the warmth of it, a nervous tick you had gained for all the times Lo’ak had gotten into trouble. Tuk was playing with a few crab-like creatures in the shady part of the beach, not paying much attention to the ruckus behind her until Jake called her over to try it out. 

Kiri and Spider were situated on a rock, following the movements of their family members with the glimmering lens of a camera, an item Jake had brought “just in case”. Your son was trying his best to look cool on the foreign object, knowing Tsireya was somewhere in the crowd, observing him.

The sound of your laughter filled the air as Tuk tackled Lo’ak off of his board, into the ocean, a smile settling on your face as they both ascended to the surface, smiling. All while Jake was looking over at you, beaming from excitement. Love radiated off of their innocent smiles, melting your heart bit by bit. Oh how you had missed those, the genuine smiles of pure happiness and delight.

The water soon calmed down, the waves descending with it. Jake saw the opportunity and went over to help his son with balance, carefully gliding his board through the water by his side. Lo’ak was sat on the wooden object, clearly not understanding anything. Jake gently put his hand on his son's thigh, reassuring him. 

Lo’ak’s knees were planted on the board as he tried steadying himself while the board shook in sync with the body on top. He was finally able to lay on it, and he paddled towards a smaller wave. He readied himself to jump to his feet, planting his hands on the deck before flexing his legs and standing up. He caught the wave at perfect timing, but it was all too small. Then, a sudden current forced the wave to climb as Lo’ak hit the peak of it, which made him glide effortlessly along the big wave. 

Jake watched from afar. It was a bizarre sight, the wave ascended in such an unnatural way, and it looked peculiar. But then, suddenly, he felt the gentle presence of someone, someone he dearly missed, and he knew. A big brother always looks after his little brother, no matter what.

GAHHH it turned out so bad LMAO anyway, this was so fun to write though!!

#jake sully x fem!reader #dilf jake sully #avatar fanfiction #avatar twow #avatar pandora #avatar angst #loak sully #jake sully x you #jake sully fanfiction #jake sully x reader #sully family #avatar 2009 #james cameron avatar #jake sully oneshot #jake sully fluff #jake sully #jake sully imagine #kiri sully #kiri avatar #loak x tsireya #spider socorro #neteyam sully #avatar way of water #tuk sully

[melobin]

i wanna rub my pussy on sungchans abs like on a washing board 🌙

sorry english isnt my first language i don't know what is it called

i feel like sungchan would love ab riding tbh, he’d love having you grinding your wet cunt against his skin. he’d love the way you shake and whine each time your clit bumps against them. his ego would grow so much seeing you all fucked out and soaked just because of his body. would wanna watch you lick your lick off of his and after too

#✧ melody answers #✧ 🌙 anon #✧ hard hours ✧ #✧ sungchan hours

[mochegato]

Scarlet Polka Dot Bikini

Marinette poked her head around the changing room wall, cursing Alya for forcing her to wear these scraps of fabric that barely counted as a swimsuit.  Starfire might call it conservative, but it was more risqué than anything Marinette had ever worn in public before.  And, yes, Marinette knew it was her own fault for making the bet in the first place, but this was unnecessarily cruel, because now here she was in a triangle string red polka dot bikini, and not just any triangle string red polka dot bikini, an itsy bitsy teenie weenie scarlet polka dot bikini in front of all of her friends.

Well, some of her friends.  The friends with the most killer bodies.  Her superhero friends who all had washboard abs and defined pectorals or perky breasts.  And she was supposed to prance around the beach with essentially nothing on.  Not a single one of them would say anything negative, she knew that.  Hell, she could almost guarantee they would all say something encouraging.  But that fact only slightly reduced her mortification.

“Marinette!  I saw you!” Alya called.  She stormed toward the changing room.  “Get your pert, little butt out here.  You can’t hide all day.”

Marinette glared at her.  “I bet I could,” she huffed.

“Marinette,” Alya sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “just come out here, girl.  It’ll be fine.”

“It would be better if I had a little more…” she motioned toward her body as she tried to figure out the right word, “more, on.”

“You just need to get over your self-consciousness.  You look hot, girl!  And the rest of these idiots need to respect.  Hell, I might consider switching sides for you!” she cheered.  “Now come on, you’re missing all the fun.”

Marinette grumbled but obliged, taking her first timid steps past the wall only to immediately be met with Alya’s exasperated sigh.  “Really?”  Alya’s voice was as flat as a board but still dripped with incredulity at the large towel Marinette had draped over her body.  “Marinette.  Girl.  My Bestest Bestie.  My most annoying sister…”

“Hey!” Marinette objected.  “There’s no way I’m more annoying than Ella and Etta after they went to that concert and had caffeine for the first time.”

Alya raised an unimpressed eyebrow.  “Yes, congratulations, they were annoying once…”

“Once,” Marinette scoffed.

“… you’re annoying all the time,” Alya finished.  She motioned pointedly to Marinette’s body.  “You need to have more confidence, Mari!  It doesn’t even matter what your body looks like.  You need to have confidence in yourself.  You’re sexy.  Even in that towel, you’re sexy.  You’re sexy because you’re you.  Now, drop that stupidly fluffy, massive towel, and come have fun!  We were just about to play chicken.  How about it?  Me and Nino, you and…” she scanned the beach, “Wally!”

Marinette’s eyes widened.  “No!  I am not playing chicken in this.  It’s one strong wave away from washing away.”  Alya smirked and waggled her eyebrows.  “No!  No.”  Marinette let her arm escape her towel cocoon to point warningly at Alya.

“Well, that would be one way to get Jason’s attention,” Alya laughed.

“Alya!” Marinette gasped.  She jumped at Alya to cover her mouth, scanning the area for anyone who might have heard.  The towel almost dropped in the process and would have if she hadn’t backed off of Alya at the last second, valuing her modesty more than silencing Alya… for the moment.  “Someone could have heard you,” she hissed with a slap to Alya’s shoulder.  “And that is not how I want to get his attention.”

The sheer idiocy of the statement caused Alya to roll her eyes harder than she had ever rolled them before.  As though Marinette didn’t have his attention already.  As though Jason didn’t gravitate to her in every interaction.  As though Jason didn’t get even more hostile whenever Marinette volunteered for a particularly dangerous mission.  As though he didn’t start growling at anyone who indicated they might hit on her.

“Marinette, sweetheart, I didn’t want to have to do this but, by the… Look out!” Alya yelled as she dove out of the way.

Marinette whipped around to see a volleyball hurtling toward her.  There was no dodging it.  She had a split second to choose whether to just let it hit her or drop the towel.  She almost chose to let it hit her but gave in at the last second and released her strangle hold on the towel to hit the ball at just the right angle to have it bounce up and fall back to her much more gently.

Jason and Roy jogged up to her, Roy sporting a brilliant grin.  Jason followed a few paces behind him at a much more subdued pace, staring intently at Marinette.  Marinette almost lost the ability to breathe.  The sun kissed his body and hair, making him look like he was a dark-haired Apollo… until he tripped over a slight lift in the sand and had to cartwheel his hands to keep from falling face first.  He took a second to steady himself before shooting up straight, dusting himself off, and continuing his path as though nothing had happened.

Marinette reached for him but pulled her hand back at the last second and instead used it to secure the ball in front of her now exposed stomach.  She smiled awkwardly at Roy and Jason as they approached, but with each step closer, she hunched her shoulders and bent one of her knees, trying subconsciously to make herself into a ball that could be entirely hidden by the volleyball. 

“Looking good,” Roy complimented with a wink.  He held his hand out for the ball, but Marinette clutched it closer to her, her knuckles almost turning white with the force, which he pretended not to notice.  He turned toward the rest of the group instead and motioned toward them.  “You’re welcome to take the next game once we finish crushing Dick and Adrien, or you can get in on Wally’s frisbee game he’s playing with himself, or Tim, Steph, and Kon are playing in the water.”  He suddenly turned to her with a very serious look and leaned closer.  “Do not play any games in the water with Garth.  He cheats and doesn’t even realize it.”

Jason clocked Roy on the back of the head, feeling a bit better after getting it out.  “Stop scaring her, dumbass.  You’re being a creep.”  He smiled at Marinette, struggling to make it seem as easygoing as possible.  It seemed to have worked because while she didn’t let go of the ball, she did ease her death grip on it.  “Glad you could make it, Pixie.  Come cheer me and Roy on when you’re ready.  Dick and Adrien have Nino and Alya, which gives them a bit of an unfair advantage.”

Roy shot a knowing look at Alya, both fighting a snort at their oblivious idiots.  “Yeah, that’s why,” Roy muttered.

“Okay, honey,” Alya cut in with more than a hint of patronization, “let’s return their ball.”  She grunted as she wrested it from Marinette’s hands and tossed it to them with only a weak whimper from Marinette, who jumped behind Alya as soon as her shield was removed.  “We’ll be over in a few minutes,” she assured them.

Alya and Marinette watched them walk away, Marinette staring undisguisedly at Jason’s behind as it flexed under his trunks with each step.  She waited until they were at the court before smacking Alya’s shoulder.  “This is terrible!  He’s walking around looking like,” she motioned toward Jason with a groan and threw her head back in frustration.

“Yeah,” Alya answered.  “And you’re looking like,” she motioned toward Marinette.  “Perfect match.  Now come on.  Cheer for your man.”

“He’s not my man,” Marinette grumbled, but let Alya drag her.

“Yet,” Alya corrected, her eyebrows waggling yet again.  Marinette was starting to hate that waggle.

Marinette took a seat in the sand near the court, or what she thought were the bounds of the court.  She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.  It was far too hot to be balled up like she was and completely negated sunning herself, but even sweating like she was, she was more comfortable than she would be if she were showing off her swimsuit.

She and Alya cheered the players on for several rounds, laughing and joking with the players, just about everyone joining them at some point to choose sides and cheer.  Marinette relaxed a bit but kept her legs firmly set in front of her chest, until she couldn’t take it any longer.  She was too hot.  The sweat had worked into every crevasse, most of which also got sand into them, making even sitting still extremely uncomfortable, and she was sure she looked like a hot mess at this point.

She waited until people seemed distracted by some story Stephanie was telling and anxiously stood up.  She checked that nobody was looking and jogged to the surf, her arms crossed in front of her chest until she’d passed almost everyone, then moving to hang loosely behind her to shield her behind until she hit the water.  Her focus remained on the water as she moved, her sanctuary, her armor, missing the ball striking the sand mere inches from Jason, who’s focus was also on the water, or more precisely, the woman wading into the water, her bikini getting soaked as she moved.

Roy picked up the ball with an exasperated huff and lightly bounced it off of Jason’s head.  “Hey!  Head in the game.”

“Right,” Jason agreed instantly.  He shook his head and nodded to Roy as he got back into position.  His eyes darted back over to Marinette but snapped to Dick when he heard the slap of his serve.  He managed to keep his focus on the game with only the occasional glance toward Marinette until a massive wave came in and drew the water away from Marinette as the water surged to fill back up.

The movement left him with a clear view of Marinette, sopping wet in her itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie scarlet polka dot bikini clinging to every curve, and he thought he might not be able to breathe any longer.  He continued to stare, mouth agape, completely unaware of anything else around him, until his focus was jarred by a ball smacking him in the side of his head.  He blinked in the direction the ball came from but instantly returned his focus to Marinette.

“Come on,” Roy groaned, “what the Hell, man?”

Jason didn’t bother to look away from the water to acknowledge him.  “Think it’s time for a dip,” he said blankly.  “You guys continue without me.”

“Continue without… It’s two on two!” Roy yelled after him.  He turned back to Dick and Adrien with an exasperated huff.  “I know I asked for him to get off his ass and actually go for her, but this is not what I meant.”

“Yes, it was,” Adrien snarked.

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed reluctantly.  “Wally, stop playing with yourself and get over here.  You’re on my team now!”

“You’re going to turn blue if you stay here much longer,” Jason teased, easily wading closer, the water that covered Marinette up to her shoulders only coming to mid chest on him.  Even through the water, he could see her covering her chest with her arms crossed across her chest.  He furrowed his brow at her reticence.

He had been more than happy about her walking around in her swimsuit, well, no, he hadn’t been thrilled with everyone checking her out throughout the day, but he was okay with it because she was fine with it, and if she felt good who cared what anyone else thought.  It was clear now that she wasn’t.  Even after a few hours, she wasn’t comfortable in the swimsuit.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” he asked casually, looking off into the distance, squinting at the sun shining in his eyes.  “We can go get food or something, which would of course require getting dressed…” he let the sentence trail off, the picture of innocence.

Marinette blinked at him, timid hope appearing in her eyes.  Her eyes darted to the beach, the people wandering around between them and the car, and back.  “I don’t know.  I might… wait,” she said uncertainly.  “You know, until everyone is distracted.”

Jason narrowed his eyes at the people on the beach.  “Nah.  I’m hungry now.  Give me just a second.  Wait right here.”  Marinette snorted.  As if she was going to go anywhere.  Jason dashed out of the water and across the sand to his bike.  She could see him rummaging around and grabbing something out of a compartment.  He then made his way over to Roy, whispering something in his ear and making a sharp movement with his arm, before moving back to Marinette.

He shot her a confident grin and motioned toward the beach.  “Okay, Pixie, let’s go.”

Marinette’s eyes widened.  “No!  I’m not… They aren’t…”  Her sentence got cut off by a small explosion on the beach just beyond where everyone was playing.

“I saw two people over there!” Roy yelled at the top of his lungs.  He pointed toward the other side of the beach from Jason and Marinette and charged, the others following him significantly more cautiously.

“That’s my boy,” Jason grinned.  He urged Marinette out of the water and across the sand to the changing rooms.

“Jason,” she exclaimed.  “We have to…” she froze and stared at him incredulously as realization hit him.  “I know I asked you for a distraction, but that was not what I had in mind.”

“I know, genius, right?” he grinned, pulling her behind him until they reached his bike.

“That was not what…”

“Did you want to change before we leave or after?  I can let you borrow my shirt if you want to wait.”  He held out his shirt to Marinette, but his grin morphed into a smirk after a second.  “Honestly might be safer if you go without the shirt though.”

Marinette’s hand, which was just centimeters from his shirt froze, it dropped to her side as her head cocked to the side.  “Oh?  Why’s that?” she asked innocently.

He took a breath to fortify himself and stepped closer to Marinette.  “Because, if I have you in my shirt hanging on to me while I’m driving, I’m going to have a lot of trouble watching the road,” he admitted quietly.

Marinette’s lips split into a brilliant grin.  This was the first time Jason had given a definitive sign of interest.  There had been signs before but they always could be written off as innocent.  This was the first time, there was no way it could be innocent.  “Me in a shirt would be more distracting than me in this itsy bitsy teenie weenie scarlet polka dot bikini?”  Her voice had changed from the innocent tones a few moments ago to something more sultry and it was setting Jason’s body on fire.

“You’re distracting either way,” Jason corrected.  “But knowing you’re in my shirt?  Holding tight to me?  With just that underneath?”  He let out a long breath and shook his head.  “I’ll be honest we’ll be lucky if we don’t crash.”

Marinette giggled and looked him over slowly.  She closed the distance until her chest was almost brushing his, close enough that if he inhaled deeply, they would touch, and looked up at him from under her lashes.  “Just keep your eyes on the road and remember if you crash, you won’t get to kiss me tonight.”

A growl sounded deep in Jason’s chest as he wrapped his shirt around her shoulders.  “That is a very compelling argument.  No crashing, but food and kissing later.”

Marinette nodded, her eyes finally glinting with the happiness he was used to seeing in her eyes.  “Glad you agree.  But maybe…”  She cut off when they heard their friends start yelling.  They met each other’s eyes in mutual understanding, both jumping onto the bike at the same moment.  Marinette shoved her arms through the sleeves and wrapped them around his toned waist, barely able to contain the groan at the feeling of her arms on his bare skin.  Her ocean-chilled skin heated up instantly where they touched like a fire flooding her system.

She had to admit, she might never wear this bikini in public again.  But maybe, just maybe, if she would get the same results, she’d be willing to give Jason a private showing.

@maribatserver

#maribat #jasonette #Jasonette July #Jasonette July 2023 #prompt - Sunshine

[good-griief]

just a lil blurb ab simp!ellie doing her gfs hair — i was imagining a poc!reader so take that as u will lolol

“Okay, baby, I think I know what I’m doing.”

For weeks, Ellie had been scrolling through pinterest and youtube, watching video after video of how to twist and braid hair.

It started after one specific day, where you practically threw your comb across the room in frustration. She wanted to be of some help, so she offered to comb and do your hair for you once she got you to stop your upset as massaged your achey arms.

“Just show me once, I can totally get it,” she’d said.

Now, you were here.

Three weeks later, which she’d decided to wait until, so she could do it perfect for you.

“Okay, just sit down. I’ll wash and everything,” she said, making you sit in front of your bathroom sink, back to the counter, as she took a comfortable seat on your lap. “Which one today?” She held out options of shampoo and conditioner, which she’d gone out and bought for this occasion, knowing you wanted some new ones anyway.

“You’re a dork,” you laughed as you picked the two sweeter smelling options.

“Yeah I know, but what about leave-in conditioner?” She showed you the options for those, and you picked what would go best with the others. “Okay, I totally got this,” she said, half to herself as she turned on the water.

She grabbed two towels, one to go under your neck and another to dry your hair before she began washing. She washed twice, which was a surprise to you, though a very happy one, before lathering in the conditioner. She grabbed your wide-tooth comb, slowly combing the product through as she took another opportunity to sit on your lap.

Your eyes were shut, enjoying the pampering as you placed your hands on her hips. She gave you a quick peck on the cheek, but quickly got back to work like she’d lose track if she got caught up in that, making you chuckle.

“So focused,” you mumbled, taking a brief moment to look up at your girlfriend as she combed in sections. She shushed you, making you laugh even more.

When she was done combing, she sat back and checked her phone for the time, making you laugh again. “It said leave in for 5-10 minutes,” she said.

“Oh, and you’re timing it exactly?” She hummed, nodding. “Baby, no one does that. You just feel for the time.” She stared at you blankly. She never knew how much time anything would take, nor did she know how much time passed when she did do something. “Come here.” You pulled her forward, planting a slow, teasing kiss on her lips.

That got you exactly what you wanted, Ellie coming back to kiss you again. And again… And again, until you had to pull away from her. She tried to follow, but you put a hand on her shoulder and looked at her phone.

“Seven minutes,” you said. She paused for a moment, frowning and earning a brow raise.

“Oh, right!” She got up, rinsing your hair as you laughed at her and her dazed eyes. She then lifted your head and used the other towel to wrap your hair. “You know, if every time I do your hair, I get to make out with you, then I’d be more than happy to do this, like, everyday.”

You chuckled. “Did sitting on my lap make it better, or…?”

She ignored your teasing, her ears flushing red. “What style do you want?” She asked, grabbing her phone and taking a seat on your lap again to open pinterest and show you the board she created.

Your hands went to her hips again, rubbing gently. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She sent you a glare that made you grin. “Give me something challenging.” She handed over her phone.

“Goodness, Ellie,” you mumbled as you took her phone with a small smile, looking through the endless amount of pins as she got up and turned your chair to face the mirror.

While you looked, she dried your hair and grabbed leave-in conditioner, raking that in with her fingers before she grabbed your detangling brush to rake through as well. She first, of course, parted your hair with a parting comb.

“How about this?” You raised the phone, making her look up.

“I can totally do that!”

#ellie williams hcs #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams x you #ellie williams headcanons

[trippy-thot]

could you make another of these little smut robin's oneshots? :)

Disclaimer: A NSFW Fic. If you don’t like it, leave.

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Robin Arellano Nsfw Fic

(Aged Up Robin & Reader)

(TW: Thigh Riding, Fingering, Slight Exhibitionism?, Degradation)

“Shit!” You hurriedly stood up and began to paw at your t-shirt, making sure the soaked fabric wouldn’t touch your skin.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident I didn’t mean to-“ Gwen was rambling again. You couldn’t help but feel bad about cussing. The two of you were sitting on the living room floor playing monopoly. You had some ice cream and soda out next to you. Soda that Gwen had accidentally just split on your shirt when she was reaching for a card. You shook your head with a half smile. “Gwen, it’s ok. I’ll go wash up and change and you can start dinner ok? That way when Finney gets back we won’t have to order takeout again.” Your younger sister nodded, only after apologizing again.

The two of you had spent the Saturday afternoon watching cartoons and playing board games while Finney went swimming with his friends. You offered to drive him but he said that Billy was going to come get him. It was a bit weird, considering how ever since you got your license you drove both your siblings and their friends around. You were the oldest, only a year older than Finney and 3 more than Gwen.

Walking down the hallway, you wondered why the bathroom door was cracked. It was fully open no more than 30 minuets ago. Nevertheless, you hesitantly took a step and opened it. You sighed in relief when a serial killer didn’t jump from behind the door. The relief was short lived. “Holy fuck- I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you.” You averted your eyes, putting your hand over them as you looked away.

Robin Arellano was standing in your bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. A towel that he quickly covered himself up with when you made eye contact with him. “Ever heard of knocking?!” Sighing, you removed your hand and looked back. “Ever heard of not breaking into someone’s house? Or maybe shutting the door if you plan on showering?”

You couldn’t help the fact that your eyes somehow found their way back to his body. Sure, you’d seen him shirtless before, no biggie. But why was this different? Maybe it was his toned chest and the way there was still sweat dripping slightly down. Or his abs? The perfect 6-pack that led to a perfectly symmetrical v-line? It could be his biceps and how they looked a bit bigger without his normal tank top covering parts of it.

“I’m not breaking in. Finn and I got back a few minuets ago from Bruce’s. I told him I’d shower before dinner.” “So you’re just breaking in and stealing our food? Jeez Arellano.” You shook your head as he pulled his hair out from it’s bun. It was a brief moment of silence before he said something. “Why’re you still in here?” Your thoughts hit you like a brick. “Errrr..I was coming for a towel. Gwen spilt her coke on me while we were playing monopoly.” Robin smirked. “You sure it wasn’t just so you could see me shirtless?” A slight blush appeared on your cheeks only to vanish when you reached over and took a towel from the rack next to him. “And see you butt naked? No thanks.”

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“To see me shirtless?” You mocked, drying your shirt with the towel. You froze and thought about the statement. Did you? You could’ve walked out just as quickly but you didn’t. You stood there a good 15 seconds admiring his features. A groan left your lips as you rubbed the towel harder. Was it a groan if frustration at the shirt? Or was it at yourself for letting Robin get in your head again. It didn’t matter. You threw the towel and the shirt off and onto the floor, leaving yourself in only shorts since you weren’t wearing a bra. Walking over, you flopped onto your bed and laid down.

God, Robin was such a little shit sometimes.

You always seemed to run into him at the most inconvenient times. Today being the worst. Frankly, it was annoying. He was everywhere. In your house, at school, the Music Store, everywhere! But what was the most annoying thing? How much you let it affect you. He was just another one of Finney’s stupid friends. (The one who practically lived with you at this point)

It was annoying how he looked at you. The little smirk on his face every time he made some smart ass remark that made you shut up. How he always felt the need to ‘play’ fight with you and not Gwen. How he would comment on any and everything you did. He always found something new to say.

But this was just the way you chose to see it. You’d never admit you enjoyed every moment you spent with him. Every time you held a conversation. You wouldn’t ever admit how he made you feel.

That you had a crush on him.

You thought you’d gotten over it when you saw him with some girl from his biology class. Making out in the bleachers. His hands all over her. You sighed, Wishing it was you. Not her.

Without giving a second thought, you slid your shorts & panties off. Your fingers seemed to move on their own as 2 of them slipped into your entrance. A bit of jealousy overcame you as you thought about the pair. But the images playing in your head were that of the two of you.

Robin’s hands gripping your waist as he whispered in your ear. His body weight up against yours. You found yourself slightly moaning out his name as your digits moved in and out, eyes shutting.

“That isn’t something I think I’d ever see.”

Your eyes bolted open, meeting Robin’s as he stood in your doorway. You quickly grabbed a blanket next to you and threw it over your exposed body. “Ever heard of knocking?!” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Thought I’d pull the same shit on you that you did to me. Except I didn’t think I’d find you naked moaning my name in your bed.” Your face was about as red as a stop sign. There was a moment of silence. Neither of you said or did anything. You were about to kick him out and run to the next state over, but then he shut your bedroom door.

Robin walked over to your bed and sat down next to you. All he wore now was basketball shorts. No shirt. “If you’re here to make fun of me for it, than I suggest-“ Your words were taken from you when he leaned over, pressing his lips to yours. No hesitation, you immediately kissed him back. The smirk forming on his lips could be felt on yours.

The kiss continued until he grabbed you by the waist, picking you up. He sat you down on his thigh, your entrance exposed to his bare skin. A small shiver went up your spine. There was no denying you were embarrassed. You tried to cover your chest with your hands, but he grabbed them and put them around his neck.

“You’re seriously trying to hide? Despite the fact I just walked in on you fingering your self to the thought of me? That’s pathetic.” Typically, you would snap back at him for his words. But the slick coating his thigh and the way he eyed you made you decide not to.

Before you could reply, he began to shake his thigh slightly. The friction and movement of him moving against you causing a small whimper to leave your lips. His hands moved down to the small of your back, beginning to trace your skin.

“Y’know… I always knew you had a thing for me.” Shame washed over you causing you to Lean back only for him to press your back and shove you fully against him. Your chest met his, your boobs bouncing against him as his speed increased.

“It’s kinda obvious. The way you only let me in the kitchen to help with food. You only ever come out of your room when I’m here. Not Bruce or Vance. But only me. The clothes you choose to wear and how they show every curve and crevice of your body.” One hand moved to your waist, squeezing you.

“But mainly the way you leave your door cracked when I’m over. I always thought it was just something with the door itself. But I guess I was wrong.” He stopped all movements and gripped your face. “Do you Leave it cracked hoping I’d catch you?”

You said nothing.

“Do you leave your door cracked hoping I’d walk in and find you playing with yourself, thinking about me?” His grip tightened making your tongue loll out slightly. “Do you leave it like this because you wanted me to come in here and put you in your place? Huh?” Nodding your head, you grinded slightly on his thigh hoping to get some kind of friction again.

A chuckle left his throat as he began to bounce you up and down again. “You’re such a slut. Riding your brothers best friends’ thigh.” A Moan erupted from you at his words, your stomach tightening a bit.

“Oh, you like that?” His free hand met your left breast, groping it tightly. “How would Finn feel if he knew his older sister was humping his friends thigh like a dog in heat.” More whimpers left you as he began to toy with your nipple. His thigh began to shake quicker. The tightness in your stomach only worsening.

“Do you think he needs to know?” You shook your head furiously at the question. Robin smiled as he looked down at you again.

You were always so rude and bitchy. Loud and demanding. But yet, here you were. Riding his thigh and Moaning at his every touch. He loved how he had full control over you, instead of it being the opposite. The way your doe eyes met his, tears pricking the sides of them as he asked his question. It made him hard thinking about it. Finney walking in to find him messing around with his older sister after he specifically told him not to.

Robin’s lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking harshly at your skin. He groaned quietly as his hands moved back down to your waist, gripping so hard it was bound to bruise. More moans and whimpers filled the room.

His mouth left your neck with a loud ‘Pop’. Your orgasm drew closer as you moved against him quicker despite his pace. “You gonna cum?”

“Mhm-“ You replied. “Go ahead, cum for me.” The coil in your stomach snapped as you cried out in pleasure into Robin’s shoulder. You felt your juices coat his thigh as he stopped his movements.

He lifted you off of him, setting you back down beside him. Two of his fingers wiped over the mess you left. More embarrassment overcame you as you looked at him again. His fingers slipped into his mouth, licking off your cum. “Who knew you’d taste this-“

“Robin, (Y/n)! Dinners ready!” Gwen’s voice rang out from the kitchen downstairs. Had you really taken this long? Your thoughts stopped when Robin pressed a kiss to your temple before getting up and walking to the door.

“Dessert definitely won’t be as sweet as you.” He smirked before shutting the door behind him, his footsteps echoing off the stairs.

Maybe next time you won’t need to leave your door cracked at all.

#the black phone #robin arellano #yandere #tbp #hc #the black phone x reader #yandere robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #tbp x Reader

[siremasterlawrence]

Breathless Part 1

Part 1

“Oh Man! What luck!” I swear landing my leg on a strange looking orb as I pick it up lets my eyes slowly blow up in a bright white like glow. I close my eyes a bit sending my body in to a beautiful blue glow transporting him in to the ball as it hit the floor and it rolls to the edge of the cliff.

Next thing I know I am surrounded by a red gold, silver and slate black painted giant bar I own apparently and soon enough I am behind the bar. I laugh a bit think about what else I can get out of that damn orb now presently placed in the middle of the room causing a major chain of events.

The bar is now a magical place infusing the building to help me with my aims and plans I have had in the back of my mind and truly is everything. I jet on to the bar hopping over the bar on to the bar stool slipping off till I hit the ground running and heading to the main room pick it up and send it flying.

“I wish that could have super fucking pretty hot actors Andrew W Walker and bad ass Luke MacFarlane,”

“What the fuck? How the hell on earth?”

“Where am I? Where are we?”

“I am your Lord and Master”

“I am also your boss “

“You do not work as actors “

“This is my bar apart of my media “

“You work here and always have “

“You are my bartenders”

“You stay here all day “

“You make me millions “

“You are my employees”

“Yes boss”

“Put these aprons on“

“Yes boss”

“It’s time for your auditions”

“Strip for me”

“Get behind the bar “

“Hurry up “

“Hop off the bar”

“Make me a drink”

“Do it! Do it”

“Could have been faster”

“Sorry “

“You clean my shoes “

“You lick them”

“Good job! Your butts need to be in gear, your mind out of the gutter and get to work.”

Part 2

“I need sexy servers and dancers”

“Who Master?”

“Jaime Lomas”

“Ashley Taylor Dawson”

“Fuck? Who the hell?”

“Zip it! Your mind is blank”

“I am your God!”

“Yes boss”

“You belong to me”

“Dress in this”

“Stand on the table “

“Strip “

“Oh Master! Babe”

“Do you crave this body boss?”

“The groups are packing in”

“Hell Yes! Let’s party my king”

“Everyone! Who’s here?”

“My name is Jamie”

“Let me entertain you “

“Ashley join him”

“As you wish”

“My name is Ashley “

“I am fine”

“My body is hard “

“Watch my abs “

“Wash board abs”

“My tight ass”

“I love to do the pump”

“Hey don’t touch”

“This is my Master’s merchandise “

The end

Breathless Part 2

Tom Hardy and Andrew Garfield are the first  celebrity and honored guest to my new club Breathless a magical island vacation spot for the elite. The two land on a private airline walking off of the planes staircase to the land they take off their sunshades and soon the sunlight is in their faces. The light rays shoots in to his eyes glowing so bright shaking him to his core very soon and enough freaking him one something stirs up in him.

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The lights surrounding him shine over the majestic forest in the latter half of the island begin to shake with the leaves and branch are free flowing.Mindlessly Tom Hardy is the first to see it in the wind a chill cool air calls to him as his toe dug in propelling his feet ever forward in to the breach.

He steps in to the forest ever forward with any and all worries washing away in his cold and blank mind the deeper he goes the more he loses himself.The forest expands in to the jungle causing him to feel the power pour from underneath his feet yanking him in to the center as his shoes strip.

Ripping in to ribbons below his sole but the entirety of the ground floods flowing a cold embrace sending them shivering up his spine.The more he walks the socks come undone as well, as his face goes slack, his eyes turn dull gray and something in him drives him in to the brink 

The jeans stripping like a reel shitting on to the ground, the area begins spinning as he looks upward to the sky and he falls back to the ground.Apparently! The grounds begins to melt in to the soil growing more covering up the island like quick sand or soon sinks in to the soil of the space.

The soul forms massive arms wrapping over his massive muscular body stretching in to the air and drops down descending till it is grasping his body pulling it down. I am in awe of this gigantic, tall and super titan of a man who will be under my absolute control for yeh rests of my his life no way out.

“Tsk tsk tsk”

“You fell for that so easily “

“Sorry Mr. Hardy!”

“I have loved you always”

“I’ve wanted you for so long “

“I can have you finally “

“This body “

“Yumm”

“I can lay on you all day “

“Muscles for days”

“Legs for days too”

“I could eat you up “

“I’ll leg you sink for now”

“Hear this”

“You belong to me for all existence”

“You are not human”

“A mere puppet for me”

“You are named slave”

“I am everything to you “

“I guide you “

“You have fallen”

“Yes Master”

“Make me your world “

“Accept me”

——-

“Andrew Garfield “

“Who? Who are you?”

“I am your inner voice “

“No! You can’t be…this”

“Can’t be? I know”

“My body is frozen “

“Exactly! I am in total control “

“I submerge your soul”

“Your consciousness is a blank state”

“You subconscious is a open world “

“I walk in to it “

“It is my own island “

“You love me”

“Live for me”

“I control you “

“You have no free will”

“No love”

“I am your God”

“Yes Master”

“You see the ocean “

“YES”

“Walk to the beach”

“Stand at the edge “

“Take a leap”

“Plunge in”

“Dive and dive “

“Swoosh you fell in to ocean”

The end 

#andrew w walker #luke macfarlane #Jamie Lomas #Ashley Taylor Dawson #tom hardy #andrew garfield #tom holland #david beckham #bar #drink #hypnotic love #mind control #reprogramming #dancing #The Breathless Bar

[musclelover4826]

Frat king

Travis wasn't excited for the pledge party. He was a member of a frat but he was in it more for the networking and the bragging rights on his resume. He was on the lacross team but was a finance major. Athletic and smart. He figured frat membership might give his resume an edge. He was very focused on his grades to maintain his spot on the team and his fitness. Meticulously counting calories and keeping track of his macros. A party with snack food and beer would throw that all off. Sure he could go and not eat or drink but then what would be the point? And sure he could starve himself for the day before but hunger might fuck up his studing or a quiz. So that was out too. However this was a party for welcoming nee pledges, attending was mandatory. He figured out how to work in a few beers at the party without messing up his calories for the day and went. He went a little hungery that day but at least it was just this once. He still had no plans to attend the weekly Friday rager.

As doon as he stepped out back in his swim shorts and button up dress shirt that was guaranteed to come off as soon as the sorority girls showed up, he was offered a fruity pinapple drink from one of the guys. Geez more math to do. No doubt that had more in it than just beer but too late to back out now. He smiles and sips. High fives some guys and greets the smaller younger guys who must be the pledges. Keeps sipping and keeps doing what he's supposed to and trying not to think of the extra treadmill time this drink is adding to his routine.

However the drink tasted great and as he drank he hardly noticed the hair on his head getting shorter. His beard stubble growing out into a full dark beard, giving him a lazy look that would have horrified him moments ago. His stomach growled as suddenly he felt really hungry. Well he did avoid some food for tonight. He sees the buffet laid out, burgers, hot dogs, pizza and the like. Before he realizes hes scarfing the food down. A layer of fat rapidly forming over his meticulously kept abs. The muscles themselves softening as if less work was put into them. A tiredness and laziness washes over him as his pecs shift starting to push out and hang down becoming more like moobs. His chest itched and burned as his shirt grew too tight dark brown hairs began to sprout and grow on his previously smooth chest. He unbuttoned the shirt with a belch and a sigh as his chest was exposed to the open air and his gut could hang out over his waist. His shorts take on brighter colors and ride up his thickening legs. A bit too long to be speedos but too short to be board shorts. Less of a style choice and more the look of someone wearing last years shorts that don't quite fit anymore. His legs sprout more hair as he demands another fruit drink from the other guys who bring it to him without complaint. Smirks on the faces of the older guys, awkward intimidation from the younger, and outright fear from the newbies. He smirks. His buldge stirs as he feels a surge of confidence at the control of the situation he has. The 22 year old...no that's not right...24? 25? He's lost count of his age, just as he's lost count of the number of drinks he's had, the number of caloroes. Older but still college age. The president of the frat, fuck, the king! He rubs his gut proudly and lets loose another burp. He's the oldest, the biggest, and the biggest drinker. Former lacrosse bro before he let himself go. He should be in charge. He acts tough but the guys who've been in the frat for years know he'd a chill guy. Its the pledges who get intimidated in front of the large commanding figure. Those who only have his appearance to go by.

"Lets get this party fuckin started!" The large ex jock shouted. Standing up and rubbing his large bulge crudely. Without a care in the world who saw. Yeah. This was the life.

#dumber #jock #my stories #frat boy #reality change #male weight gain #male transformation

[squidsawayfromhome]

Inconspicuous

mingyu x reader

fluff, food mentions, pet sitter!reader, dutiful son!gyu, g/n reader, sfw

1.6k words

You were pet sitting this older cat for the weekend, watching movies, cleaning up after and feeding the senior cat. You got a text from the owner, a kind middle aged woman, asking if you wanted her to order you some food. You replied with a thank you and that you had not eaten yet, but you had brought a frozen dinner you would heat up shortly. She replied that her son would drop off a sandwich for you soon, that he was on his way.

You got a bit flustered and self aware at the idea of being seen by someone in your current state. You were dressed in the comfiest clothes you had, they weren't completely unfashionable cozy, but you were covered in cat hair. You resigned yourself to your appearance, deciding this man was no one you needed to impress. You replied to the kind older lady with a thank you and a sweating smiling emoji, to which she replied with a winking emoticon and a your welcome, which was a little unsettling. You wondered what she meant and resumed the movie you were watching.

The movie had ended and you were sleepily scrolling through social media when you heard the door unlock. You jolted up and stood as you heard him rustling in the doorway. ���Hello?” You questioned hesitantly as you made your way to meet him. The man was bent down taking his shoes off when he came into view. You wondered if he hadn't heard you. “Hi?” You tried again, and he was visibly startled and shouted in response.

“Who are you?” He demanded as he brought his hand to his chest to quell his shock. He had medium length black hair, falling in waves perfectly framing his face, and these warm brown eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

“Pet sitter.. Your mom didn't tell you?” You laughed, and you noticed he was quite tall, though he was still in the entryway which was a step down from the main house. And he was handsome, ridiculously attractive to where you felt the need to hide. You began to turn and walk into the house before he started his response, “Maybe she did, I kind of zone out when she calls me. All I heard was that she needed food at her house.” He picked up handfuls of bags and followed you into the open layout living/dining room and kitchen.

“W-what's all that?” You blushed in embarrassment at your stutter as he started unloading ingredients onto the counter.

“I was going to cook for my mom, but I can cook for you, too.” He states matter of factly as he removes his sweatshirt in that effortless way where his shirt underneath is pulled up and reveals his abs for a split second that would have your nose shooting out blood if you were in an anime.

Instead you just stared at him with wide eyes, and you only looked away because the cat, the reason you were there, was at your feet meowing at you and rubbing against you, asking for attention. You missed how Mingyu smiled at you and dropped a vegetable on the floor, quickly picking it up and putting it in the sink before you noticed.

You knelt and pet the kitty as you came to your senses a bit. “I’m y/n, by the way.” You focused on the cat purring and moving around you instead of him, and it kept you from overthinking.

“I’m Mingyu. l see she likes you a lot, she always attacks my hand if I pet her for more than five seconds.” He scoffs and continues to move about the kitchen, wondering more about you, curiosity growing.

And that's when he dropped a cutting board on his foot and shouted in pain. You got up and ran over to him asking if he was okay as he exclaimed he was fine and quickly got up and washed it off.

“At least it was the board instead of the knife..” you made an attempt to cheer him up, while his face simply burned. “Could I help? I’d hate to sit on my phone while you work.” Suddenly he wasn't as intimidating, and it was kind of cute how he was pressing his lips into a small, nervous smile.

“Um, sure, here.” He pointed to the pantry, “Could you wash the rice? The bag and the cooker are both in there.” He was drying the veggies and prepping to cut them, and you nodded and began to work.

As you stood at the sink next to Mingyu at the kitchen island, rinsing and draining the rice in comfortable silence. You couldn't hide how impressed you were with Mingyu's smooth knifework, not to mention his arms as they moved and flexed. You became a bit mesmerized by a particular vein on his forearm when you just about let the bowl overflow. When the water was finally clear, you moved to the rice cooker by the wall, and took a breath you didn't know you had been holding in. A shiver of electric excitement shot through the nerves of your spine, and your stomach filled with static, a pleasant tingle enveloped your entire body. That's when you knew you liked Mingyu.

You ended up sitting on your phone stealing glances at Mingyu from the bar on the other side of the kitchen island while he finished cooking. Mingyu only spoke to you again when he was serving up your portion, asking how much you wanted and asking if you wanted something to drink. You set up the dining table, and you snapped a photo of your meal to send to his mom before you started, when he suddenly smiled and posed, and your heart melted in a big way. You moved to get your two plates and him in the photo and sent it to her, to which she immediately hearted the photo and sent another wink emoticon and a “you're welcome” in response, which makes you think she may be trying to set you up with him, which made your face heat up quickly, which made you feel a bit nervous to eat. Mingyu was quick to pick up on your body language and asked, “What did she say?” You bit your lower lip and shook your head, and stifled a nervous laugh, “I think your mom is trying to set us up.” There, you said it.

“Ah, I see.” He responded vaguely. He held his utensil in his hand and blinked in deep thought for a moment while you poked at your food anxiously.

“Hey, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, I can tell her to stop if that would help. And I'll leave as soon as I clean up.” He said slowly and confidently, fronting for how nervous he actually was around you. You were effortlessly attractive, and he liked how comfortable it was to be in the kitchen with you. He had a million questions on the tip of his tongue, his lips parted to ask the most burning one, when you spoke first.

“It's not you, I actually think we would be good friends, and it's not like there's anyone I'm seeing right now, so…” You blabbered and mumbled out a few shocking things all at once. Mingyu felt a wave of something come over him as he shifted into the friendzone, in his mind it was both a relief and a disappointment. But as he continued to process, uncertainty came back tenfold as he realized you also said that you were single, so what did that mean? Where did that leave you?

“So there's hope yet.” He said under his breath with a small smile to himself. But you were just across the table and made out what he said, and your eyes widened with both embarrassment in the fact that you plugged you are single and the fact that he expressed interest. He looked up and noticed that you heard him and the gears turned in his brain, looking for the right words.

You both started to speak at the same time, and stuttered, and stopped.

“Y-you first!” he urged you, with reddened ears.

“I mean, you're like.. way out of my league-” you were cut off.

“I'm not.” He stated firmly and looked at you, emboldened and attentive, hanging on to your every word like a puppy. “I'm not.” he repeated with a smile.

You struggled with your coming words, fighting for your life not to get your hopes up, “I mean, if you say so, but.. Are you saying you're not against it?” You looked at him with your brow furrowed, prepared for the worst.

He shook his head with a light lipped smile, suddenly very cute, in contrast to the cool vibe he was giving off when he was in his element cooking, or the goofy side when he dropped the cutting board. You let out a small giggle and relaxed a bit. You wondered what would come of this, and how many more sides does he have? You wanted to know them all.

“Would you mind if I stayed for a bit longer after I cleaned up the kitchen?” he asked politely, offering himself up, ball in your court.

“I would like that.” You smiled, and finally went back to your food. With the air cleared, your appetite was restored. Mingyu looked very pleased to see you enjoy his cooking. He wondered what was in store for his future with you. He was sure he could make you happy, if you let him, and that you could be his happiness as well. He was giddy at the idea.

#mingyu x reader #mingyu seventeen #mingyu #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen #seventeen reader insert #seventeen fluff #mingyu fluff

[coldfanbou]

TIAM IS Side Stories: Bathhouse

Welcome to this side story, I'll let you all find out what happens. Oh yeah and I used the picture @twice-inamillion used in the Dahyun part of the story because I thought it would be easier.

While you were going to be busy, Jihyo was with the children at her parent’s home, and Chaeyoung was on a family trip; the others decided to visit the spa you had taken Dahyun to a few days earlier. Once Dahyun had mentioned how nice it was and that you had the lifetime membership, everyone jumped at the opportunity to go. You made the call the day before, and Samantha cleared the board for you, ensuring the members had the entire place to themselves. Dahyun led the way as she waddled through the doors. Samantha stood in the reception area, smiling at the group. “Sorry for making use of knowing you so soon, Samantha,” Dahyun says as she reaches her. 

“It’s no problem, really. You have the entire place to yourselves. Let us know if you need anything, and we’ll handle it.”

“We will; thanks again!” Dahyun cheerily says as the group makes their way to the large bath. Before they got in, the members cleaned their bodies with a short shower as they stripped down and sat on the short stools to start. Sana immediately began to touch the others, sensing an opportunity. She poked Momo’s sides, saying, “Wow, you’ve really been working on your abs!” Momo. Momo jerked, feeling her side being continually prodded by the ever-touchy Sana. 

“Sana, stop!” She said while trying to smack Sana’s arms away. The others watched as the two j-line members started to play, chasing each other around the area. Jeongyeon seeing that they were wasting time they could be using in the bath, grabbed Momo and Sana's ears when they came by her.

“You two cut it out; start washing yourselves,” she commanded. Like children scolded by their mother, the two sheepishly got onto their stools and started cleaning themselves.

“I told you to stop,” Momo muttered to Sana.

“You’re the one who started running.” Sana retorted. 

Sana would look over at everyone else, admiring their bodies. “Waa, everyone looks so nice,” she says loud enough to draw some laughs.

Once everyone had washed up, they made their way into the bath. The warm water on their skin felt great as they came from the cold outside. The members let out sighs of relief, getting to all rest together in the warm bath and removing their stress.  Dahyun tilts her head back as she relaxes, “Do you think the present we decided on is going to be okay?” she asked. 

Nayeon is the first to respond, “I’m sure he’ll love it. He loves the kids. Why wouldn’t he want a calendar of them? It’s so cute.” The others nod in agreement. 

“He’ll love it, Dahyun,” Tzuyu says with sincere support.

“You know what he’d really love? A sexy calendar of Jihyo, Mina, and Dahyun. We could make it for his birthday.” Sana says with a great big smile on her face. 

Dahyun blushes and covers her smile, “That’s too embarrassing. I could never do it.”

“Come on, Dahyun, you know he would be staring at it forever. Thinking about all the things he’s done.” Sana says as she moves next to Dahyun. 

“I don’t know.”

“I’ll do it too if that’s what it takes,” Sana says, shocking everyone. 

“I don’t know…if everyone takes part, I guess I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’m not doing it!” Jeongyeon says, denying it outright. “Why should I have to be sexy for him?”

“I-I’ll do it,” Tzuyu says shyly as she raises her hand.

“Me too,” Nayeon says, raising her hand slowly. 

“You’ll do it too, right, Momo? For Dahyun?”

Momo thinks about it for a moment before saying, “sure, why not?”

“Yaa, you can’t be serious. All of you are willing to do it?” 

The others look at each other and nod simultaneously. Nayeon speaks up, “This is for Dahyun.” While they could claim it was for Dahyun, four of the six of them were in some sort of relationship with you. It was never going to work out for Jeongyeon. After a few minutes of begging her to do it, Jeongyeon relents.

“Fine, I’ll do it!” Everyone but her cheers as they have decided to do a special calendar. 

While everyone relaxes and chats with each other, Sana, still next to Dahyun, starts rubbing her belly. “You’re belly has really grown, Dahyun.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty big now. The baby will be here soon enough.” Dahyun says with a smile as she looks down at her swollen belly. Both Nayeon and Sana eye Dahyun’s belly with a wanting look. 

“Your boobs have grown too, Dahyun,” Sana says as she gently squeezes one of them, drawing a small moan from Dahyun. The sound attracts the other's attention. 

“Have you started leaking yet, Dahyun? I remember Momo leaking a little.” Tzuyu chimes in as she moves closer.

“I have been starting to lately. It’s a problem when it goes through my shirts.”

“Why don’t you have Oppa suck on them when they do?” Tzuyu says with such an innocent voice that the others can’t help but laugh. 

“Oh, Dahyun, how does it feel when he sucks on your tits? Come on, tell us.” Sana says.

Dahyun’s cheeks turn red as she’s confronted with Sana’s question; a loud “ooh” comes from the others as they see Dahyun become embarrassed. Sana squeezes Dahyun’s swollen tit and sees some fluid leak. She latches onto Dahyun’s nipple, and Dahyun moans as Sana’s warm mouth tries to get milk from her.

“I-I want to know what it’s like too,” Tzuyu says as she gets on the other side of Dahyun and captures her other nipple. As her fellow members suck on her tits, Dahyun whimpers and tries to hold back her moans. The others start to gather around her wanting to feel Dahyun’s pregnant body. While that happens, Sana slips her fingers along Dahyun’s puffy lips. 

“Dahyun, have you had sex with him while you’ve been pregnant?” Sana asks. Dahyun shakes her head, refusing to answer the question. 

“Then tell us. How big is he? Jeongyeon asks. Seeing as you had drawn many members to you, Jeongyeon had to know what it was that drew everyone in. Instead of a verbal answer, Dahyun gives a rough size of your cock with her hands. Seeing how far apart Dahyun’s hands were, Jeongyeon imagined your cock; she placed her hand roughly where it would end if it were inside her. 

“How did it feel inside you?” asked Nayeon wanting to know when it came time to have sex with you. “Did it feel good?”

Dahyun nods her head. “Yeah, really good.”

“Tell us more than that we want to know.”

As Dahyun starts to tell the others how it feels to have your cock inside her, they all move their hands downwards to their pussies. As Dahyun continues, each member stifles their moans as their fingers move further inside them. They all imagine what it’s like to have a cock that big tearing them apart. Sana asked, “Did it feel like this?” before she plunged three fingers into Dahyun’s pussy. Dahyun moaned loudly as Sana’s fingers explored her insides without restraint. “Oh, this feels so nice. Momo, come here and feel Dahyun’s pussy.” Momo did as Sana told her and moved to Dahyun, Sana retracted her fingers, and Momo’s went in. As they fingered Dahyun, the others continued to finger themselves, now that Dahyun had broken the barrier by moaning. They all let themselves give in pleasure. Dahyun feels an orgasm approaching from having Tzuyu sucking on her tit and Momo stirring up her insides when Tzuyu unlatches and says she wants to finger Dahyun. This shocks everyone, as their maknae has suddenly become quite bold. Momo’s fingers are replaced by Tzuyu, who quickly slides two fingers in, curling them, so they drag along Dahyun’s walls. Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Sana, and Momo all fingered themselves, watching their maknae finger Dahyun without remorse.

It didn’t take long before Dahyun reached her limit, shouting, “I’m cumming” seconds before she came over Tzuyu’s fingers. Cutely Tzuyu says, “Dahyun, your pussy felt great around my fingers.” This drew laughs from Nayeon and Jeongyeon, who said they have to protect Tzuyu, that she’s too pure. “I want to feel my unnies too,” Tzuyu says, breaking the silence that had come over the room after Nayeon and Jeongyeon’s words. While they’re all shocked about Tzuyu's newfound boldness, they soon think she’s not the same as when they first met. Momo volunteers herself and gets in front of Tzuyu. “No, Unnie, I want to see what it looks like when I do it.” Understanding what she met, Momo gets out on the bath ledge and spreads her legs for the others to see. Momo spreads her lips, and Tzuyu slides hers into her Unnie. Momo coos as Tzuyu’s finger push deep into her pussy. The others watch with pleasure as they finger themselves, except for Dahyun, who’s being fingered by Sana again. 

As Tzuyu continues to slide her fingers in and out of Momo’s increasingly wet pussy, her face inches closer to it until her lips press against Momo’s folds. Before Momo can tell Tzuyu to stop, she moans as Tzuyu’s tongue slips inside. “I want to see what my unnie tastes like,” Tzuyu says while showing off her best puppy eyes. Behind her, Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Dahyun all let out tremendous moans as they cum in the pool. Dahyun floats as she struggles to remain conscious from the two orgasms she’s gone through in the last few minutes. Before Tzuyu can continue, Sana is behind her stopping her from continuing at that moment and saying that she can taste her later. Tzuyu felt a little sad having to stop her, but she did nonetheless.

At this point, all the activity calms down, and the girls return to simply relaxing in the pool. When they finished, they returned to the changing room and prepared to leave. When everyone got home, you greeted them warmly. They all went to do something around the house, leaving Tzuyu to help you cook. As you bend down to get some spices from the bottom cupboard, Tzuyu gets next to you and whispers that she wants to try oral for her next lesson. “I want to give you a blowjob, and I want you to cum in my mouth during our next lesson.” She said with determination.

[i-write-you-songs]

@warnadudenexttime

I see you talk ab Analogical a LOT on Twitter lmao so here you go

Virgil sighed at thunder boomed outside, eyes fixed on the glass as rain pattered against the window. “It’s raining hard out there, isn’t it.” He jumped whenever he heard a voice, a figure standing tiredly over him holding two mugs. “Geez, Lo.” Virgil huffed a laugh. “You scared me.” “Sorry, baby. Janus seems to be rubbing off on me.” Logan bent down to kiss Virgils temple, setting down the tea mug. Anxiety cuddled up against his husband as Logan lied down, a small hum of satisfaction leaving his throat as Logan’s warmth spread across his body. Logan snorted in amusement and wrapped his arms around Virgil, pulling him to his chest and burying his face in his soft hair. “How do you keep it so soft?” Logan mumbled, his voice a little muffled but clear enough for Virgil to hear. The side laughed. “I guess I just... wash it and then don’t brush it afterwards.” Virgil jumped whenever thunder boomed outside, lightning flashed across the sky and illuminating the dark room, just enough for Virgil to make out Logan’s face as he pulled back. As it was only 4 in the morning, the sun hadn’t come up yet, and the darkness from the corners of Virgils room made it all the less... comforting. “I thought you loved thunderstorms.” Logan’s voice was thick with amusement and Virgil rolled his eyes. “I do. I just don’t like the random loud noises. And I kinda don’t like it whenever I feel like there’s somebody watching me.” Logan tilted his head back, closing his eyes softly and he leaned back against the head board, hand carding through Virgils hair to soothe him. “It’s peaceful, though.” Logan muttered softly, eyes fluttering shut. Virgil shifted himself until he was laying on Logan’s stomach and legs, arms wrapped around his waist with his face buried in his chest. Anxiety sighed as the sound of rain and thunder faded, Logan’s breathing slowly lulling him to sleep, warm and comfortable.

#sanders sides #phobia speaks #virgil sanders #logan sanders #analogical #its short but I wrote it like 8 months ago