#you hit a soft spot sorry for the rant

[nanaslutt]

gojo's first time meeting you and instantly noticing your freckles. like nothing other than your freckles, not even the clothes you're wearing rn or your hair or eyes.

freckles.

and im absolutely sure geto would be so fed up with gojo ranting about how he wants to kiss every single one of them.

oh my god this is so cute???????? this reminds me of gojos cannon reaction to seeing geto for the first time and thinking “bangs” lol

contains: fem transfer student!reader, 3rd year satosugu, geto choosing to stay at jujutsu tech au, the boys are both 19 here, Geto has morals, gojo uhhhhhh, crackkk, fluff, perv!gojo, masturbation, caught masturbating, fantasizing

note: the toji fic will b posted later tonight or tmrw morn :p

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Freckles………

If you looked close enough you might be able to see the white orbs floating around Gojo’s head,

“Uhhh, sorry is there something on my face” you spoke up when he didn’t say anything after you introduced yourself.

Satoru getting jolted out of his trance when suguru landed a mean smack on the back of his head, pouting at his dark haired bestfriend.

“Sorry about him,” geto apologized on his behalf, “he can be quite oblivious to how his actions affect other people.” suguru grit behind his teeth, looking out the corner of his eye to see satoru shooting daggers at him.

“Asshole…” the white haired man mumbled under his breath, looking up from under his white lashes, gaze set back on your face, watching you rub the back of your neck, saying something to geto.

Words leaving your mouth sounding muffled as his gaze dropped to your neck, noticing that the brown spots trailed further and further down the length of your neck, even traveling under the collar of your shirt, where the cloth obstructed his view.

Lip twitching up breifly at his annoyance, wanting to see just how far the freckles really went.

“Right satoru?” Suguru laughed, both of you directing your attention to the albino, “god da-“ smacking him harder once more on the back of his head, sending him his body curling in on himself on the ground and groaning, “manners satoru jesus christ.” suguru smacks a heavy hand over his face at gojos antics.

—

Gojo let his head fall of the edge of sugurus bed, silky hair falling around his ears, suguru laying against the headboard, flipping through some magazine, sugurus low-fi playlist playing softly in the backround.

“God….did you see how her frek-“ Geto swiftly cutting him off by kicking his foot into his shin, “satoru i swear to god if you say one more thing about her fucking freckles i’m going to cut out your tongue.” he spat, not looking up from his magazine.

For days after your first meeting he would not shut up about how cute he found your freckles.

Learning when you wore a skimpy tank top when sparing with shoko, that the cute spots not only covered your pretty face, but your arms and hands too.

Watching the light hit your skin as your body moved swiftly, shirt lifting when you flipped and twisted yourself, seeing the freckles and moles scattered across your tummy.

Shirt barely having lifted for a couple milliseconds, but he didn’t have good eyesight for nothing. Gojo quickly memorizing the placement of the dots and engraving it in his brain.

Brain practically short circuiting when the sun was beating down on the school a little too how one day, meaning he got to see you in shorts.

short, skimpy, tight, shorts.

It was like you wanted him to look, leaning over the counter, knees perched on the stool and elbows on the counter, cradling your soft cheeks in your hands as you spoke to shoko over the table.

Twisting your hips on the swivel stool, making the fabric of your shorts raise, letting him see even more brown spots on the insides of your thighs from his place on the couch behind you.

“torruuu,” geto caught him off gaurd, whispering into the shell of his ear, “quit bein a fucking perv.” turning to look at the not so friendly looking smile plastered on the dark haired mans face. ugh. buzzkill.

Taking them back to the present, “I know I knowww, you hate beauty we get it..” gojo drawled, sticking his tongue out and rolling his eyes. Lucky the bed blocked geto’s view of gojo’s face from here, as he probably would’ve hit him.

“I just cannot stop thinking about kissing her cute little face, maybe her neck..” pausing for a second, getting too absolved in his words, “below her neck…” he whispered.

“Satoru, stop telling me about your perverted fantasies about our new classmate, please.” letting the magazine drop into his lap as he finally let himself look down at the man.

Geto quickly noticing the extremely obvious tent in his pants. “You have 2 seconds to get you and your boner off my bed or your not gonna like it.” geto growled.

Gojo let his body slide of the bed backwards headfirst into the hardwood floor. “You hate meeeee,” he dragged out his words dramatically, “You hate my happinesssss” he continued, geto closing his eyes and shook his head, feeling a headache come on at his antics.

“I hate your penis.” Geto corrected. “She has a mind of her own, it’s not my faul,” gojo defended, sprawling his limbs out on the floor.

“Did you just refer to your dick as ‘she’?” Geto asked, needing to clarify the insanity gojo was spouting, leaning over the end of his bed to get a better look at the white haired freak.

“Well yeah,” he stated like it was obvious, “cant be a ‘him’, that would be gay.”

Geto blinked at him, glancing at the ceiling to center himself before he looked back at the man on the floor. Leaning back out of view, he picked up the magazine, throwing it straight at gojos crotch. Of course now of all times when geto decided to assault him, he had his infinity on.

“Oh that would’ve hurt so bad,” gojo closed his lanky legs together, covering his crotch with his hands. “I cant believe you really went for my nads.” gojo bit his lip in offense, faux crying at getos meaness.

Geto just rolled his eyes in response, flopping back into the bed, folding his hands over his chest as he was left entertain-less.

—

When the two of you finally exchanged numbers, he used the opportunity to ask to take a picture together; for your profile picture of course!

Definitely not because he wanted to stare at the picture by himself for hours; pinching the screen between his fingers, zooming in and out of on the photo as he now could really map out each and every one of your freckles.

Blushing when his brain compared them to the constellations, how romantic he thought.

What happened next was… less romantic.

Phone laid out on the bed underneath him while his hand laid next to it, bracing himself as he hovered above it, other hand rapidly stroking his cock.

Staring into your eyes unabashedly, no geto around to tell him off as he engraved whatever piece of your face he wanted into his brain permanently.

Squeezing over the tip when he looked at how big his hand looked compared to your shoulder, palm resting on it in the photo.

Twitching at the mole placed perfectly on your cleavage, getting a great view of the crack between your breasts from the high angle he held the phone at. Mentally patting himself on the back for that.

He had zoomed in onto your half of the photo, not wanting to look at himself while he masturbated.

Mouth watering with the urge to press his lips against every single one of your freckles. Imagining you giggling and blushing while he tickled your face with his soft lips making him dizzy.

Gojo imagined your hand instead of his, wrapped tightly around his cock. He imagined pressing his length against your plush lips, rubbing the tip over them, feeling your tongue dart out and lick his tip.

Groaning out your name when he came, abs clenching when ropes of cum spurted out of his dick, and all over the sheets underneath him.

Grimacing when he watched some of it land on his phone screen; disgust being slightly overpowered by how erotic your pixelated face looked with his cum decorating it.

“Satoru did you take my charger again? Swear i’m gonna kill you-“ Suguru cut himself short when he slid satoru’s door open, taking in the scene in front of him.

Geto wasn’t able to fully see his phone, but he knew full well what his jerk off material was.

Satoru gave him a dopey grin, practically seeing smoke emit from atop getos head as he slammed the door shut, kicking his foot against the wood and yelling out, “cant believe i’m best friends with such a pervert!” down the hallway, voice getting quieter the further he got away from gojos room.

Satoru didn’t care though, gazing back at his phone, picking it up in his palm before using his thumb to smear the cum over your smiling lips lewdly.

He absolutely needed to get his hands on you, and he would make sure he did.

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[hispg]

Little bunny

Pairings: R4! Leon X Fem! Reader

Summary: You riled him up. It's totally your fault for using this bunny outfit. Now, bear the consequences.

Wc: 2.5k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, mirror sex, soft!Dom Leon, pet names, light dirty talk.

An: Hi Hi, sorry for the recent absence, I haven't replied to any asks or comments. And sorry for the absence, don't get me wrong.I have to sort out some things in my personal life, and frankly my mental state isn't the best. From yesterday to today I had two terrible mental breakdowns.I don't like to talk too much about my personal problems here, but I don't think it's fair to ghost everyone. Anyway, I just wanted to say that my next posts will be scheduled,(I'll see if I have any ready works to post, and hopefully I do), and I'll probably be back around February 5th or so. If I feel better I'll come back sooner, but I need some time to breathe.Don't worry, I'll reply to each and every one of you as soon as I get back! I apologize for the inconvenience, but I promise I'll come back better and respond to every kind interaction I've received!

Sorry for the long rant, but I kind of needed it. Thanks for your attention so far💕

"Look at me, love." Leon purred in your ear, watching you through the mirror.

Your legs spread, his fingers buried in your wet pussy, your cream dripping down his fists and onto the floor, making a mess where you sat.

Your lips hanging open as you moaned, your head resting on his shoulder as you couldn't even open your eyes without rolling them.

It was all so dirty, the mirror bearing witness to the scene that was unfolding. You in a bunny outfit, all dolled up for a party, it wasn't your intention to make Leon horny.

But what did you expect? Sending him a photo of you in that bodysuit, your ass reflected in the mirror and you making a naughty face. Of course Leon would come running to see you. How could he not?

You wanted to get his attention, since he hadn't been able to talk to you all day, so you had the brilliant idea of sending him these provocative photos. And indeed, you got his attention, and at the same moment he left all his chores and came running to see you.

Now you had to deal with him.

"All that for me, love?" Leon purred in your ear, using his thumb to massage your clit.

You hung your head again, letting the hoarse whimpers escape your throat every time he sank his fingers into you, hitting those weak spots that made you soft in his arms.

His mouth found its way to your neck, sucking and licking at the area, his teeth rubbing against your flesh lightly. His little smile only widened when he felt you tighten around his fingers, you were almost there once again.

You felt that familiar feeling forming in the pit of your stomach, your mind getting messy and unfocused, you just had attention at that moment.

Leon also sensed that you were close, watching your expression through the mirror. It was so exciting that he could stare for hours.

Your wet cunt welcoming his fingers so well, so slippery and warm that he could spend all day fingering you, without a break.

"So beautiful, look at you," Leon says, holding your jaw and making you look in the mirror.

Your face flushed, your cheeks as red as an apple, your glassy eyes that begged for his touches. Leon made a point of fucking you while you were still in that bunny costume you were wearing, just to see how hot and beautiful you looked.

"You only did that for a good fuck, didn't you? You wanted to get my attention, didn't you?" Leon whispers sensuously, using his thumb to tug at your clit viciously.

The way he spoke to you was enough to make you roll your eyes, your pussy clenching painfully tight around his fingers, you could bet that this time you wouldn't hold back.

"N-no, that wasn't it…" You moaned, rolling your eyes once more, feeling his fingers touching that weak spot of yours.

You heard Leon's chuckle, and he once again lifted your face, making you stare into the mirror once more.

"Open your eyes, princess. You look so beautiful when you come." Leon said softly, admiring your reactions.

And that was enough to get you there, you just felt your white cream being oozed out of your body, your eyes rolling back as you held onto his forearms tightly.

It was so dirty, the way you whimpered so slyly, his name sliding out of your mouth as you came. Leon kept holding your face, making you see the mess you'd made of yourself.

Through the mirror you could see him staring at you with those blue eyes, the corners of his curved into a naughty smile as he watched your fluids dripping from you.

And there he went, making you come for the thousandth time that night.And when he kept fingering you even after orgasm, you couldn't help yourself and started whimpering even more.

"Leon, stop, it's too much!" You whispered, pouting as you tried to win his pity.

But no, it wouldn't work this time.

"No, I'm sure you can take it." He says, slapping your clit, watching your every reaction.

You whimpered, keeping your pout while he played with your body. By this time Leon's cock was throbbing, aching as it was trapped in his pants, even he could feel his pre-cum soaking through his underwear.

But even though you were struggling to take it one more time, you cried out when he stopped stroking you, when you felt the emptiness he left when he took his fingers out of you.

He had better plans for you now, he wanted to watch a bit at that moment. He then sat down on his knees, leaning back as he saw your legs spread in that dirty way.

"Touch yourself." He demands, his voice low and husky, causing a chill to run down your spine.

You widened your eyes at his demand, biting your lip as you saw him undo his belt, push his pants down and pull it all out at once, his cock jutting out at the same moment.

Pinky tip, flushed, and swollen. The clear and perfect sign of the effect you had on him. Leon wasted no time in wrapping his hand around his dick, grunting as he lazily stroked his length.

You then began to do as he asked, keeping your legs open while you delicately placed your index finger on your clit, making small circles on the sensitive part.

"Keep going." Leon says, biting his lip as he watched you, he began to jerk off with more speed, keeping his gaze on you.

"But… I'd rather it was you." You say, looking at him with sly little eyes.

"If you do what I ask, I can give you what you want all night long." He says, fisting himself as he watches you rub your fingers over your clit.

So wet, soaking wet just thinking about the possibility of him fucking you, even if only with his fingers.

He noticed every detail, your hips rocking as you touched yourself and searched for more friction, right up to the point where you put a finger inside yourself, arching your back and moaning softly.

In one swift movement he moved behind you once more, wrapping one of his arms around your waist while pressing his chest against your back. And in the same instant you felt his size in your folds, his cock rubbing against you, making you both moan at the same time.

He forced you down, making his cock move back and forth in your pussy lips, making you squirm and try to get away from him.

Your movements on your clit stopped, and he growled in protest at your interrupted act. You felt his fingers sinking into your hips, just as he began to fuck you while maintaining total control.

"Keep going." He murmured, in an authoritative yet heated voice.

You obeyed, pressing your finger back into your clit, moaning even louder as you began to feel his balls slapping against you, he moved back and forth, his length grinding against your folds as he held you tight.

And you couldn't contain the moan you let out when you saw the trail of pre-cum running down his cock, making you salivate even more.

At that point you didn't know who was making more of a mess, you or him. Not least because even he couldn't hold back his grunts when he heard the wet, lubricated sounds that filled both your ears, along with your moans and grunts that mixed and became one.

"I'm close—" You moan, biting your lip as you look at Leon.

The image was what you needed to feel your cunt clenching around nothing, your body heating up as you felt your orgasm building more and more.

Leon fucking you from behind, his nails digging into your hips, to the point of leaving marks the next day. His cock emerging and plunging from your folds, your pussy lips becoming swollen from the repetitive movement that was driving you crazy.

You then began to move along with him, your hips moving back and forth, you couldn't hold back the sound that came from your lips every time you felt his balls slap against you. Heavy and full, slamming so hard against you that you could feel your skin heating up and burning with every thrust.

When you started rubbing your clit more fervently, he noticed, and soon grunted in your ear in a bossy voice:

"Pull out." He says, looking down at your fingers that were massaging your sensitive buddy.

Maybe it was just a way of being mean to you, to hold off your orgasm for as many times as he wanted.

"But… I'm so close!" You whimper, looking at him with the sly little eyes you were an expert at making.

"What a shame." He purrs, taking your arms and stopping you from continuing what you were doing.

He then took both your arms, holding them behind you, his hand firmly wrapped around your wrist while the other went back to holding tightly onto your hip.

Leon couldn't help himself and smiled when he saw the mess you'd made of his cock, to the point where there was an absurd amount of the creams oozing out of you.

So dirty, doing all this fussing while he was just teasing you, what a dirty little girl, but that's what you wanted, wasn't it?

"Mh, didn't you want my attention?" He purred once more, holding you tightly as he moved back and forth, rubbing his cock against you once again.

You could feel his warm breath on your neck, his lips lightly touching your skin, and he made a point of giving you little bites, leaving his mark.

"My pretty little bunny, making a mess on my cock." He whispered, in a sensual and provocative way, almost making you feel ashamed of what you were doing.

But it wasn't that, he was proud. Why was that? Because he knew that he was the only one who could leave you like this, and that you were all his, made just for him.

The way he spoke to you made you whimper, humping against him like a bitch in heat, sweat sticking to your forehead as you looked at him through the mirror.

His blue eyes never stopped looking at you, the way you were soaking wet, that bunny outfit that suited you so well. Or whether it was the way your breasts swayed as he grabbed you from behind, grinning shamelessly as he watched you.

And you heard his laugh as you rolled your eyes, letting a sly noise come out of your mouth in a high-pitched way. You were coming.

His hand that had been on your hip went up to your chin, and he made you look at yourself as you came once more.

"Look, bunny, how hot you are. Look at the mess." He says, forcing you to watch your fluids running down his cock, making a new mess.

Just as you saw more pre-cum coming out of him, he was so turned on watching you that he could cum just like that.

White cream dripping off him, making his cock wet and sticky, you did it the way he liked it. The way you were able to do everything the way he wanted, including not holding back while you came, was just one more success on your part.

But now came the part he was most interested in, he was going to fuck you like he loved. Just the sight of the whimpering mess you'd become was exciting, you couldn't speak more than two sentences, you couldn't do anything but moan. It was all down to him.

"You wanted some attention, didn't you?" Leon asked, putting his hand on your back and making you lie on the floor.

Your chest pressed against the cold floor, your nipples hardening even more from the contact. He was still holding your arms, keeping them pinned behind you.

You just stared at him with a pout, moaning as you watched him play with you, lightly smacking your wet pussy, eventually lightly slapping your ass. He just wanted to tease you.

"Please?" You pleaded, arching your hips towards him, only to receive a harder slap.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" Leon purrs, positioning his tip at your entrance, and taking the opportunity to rub his tip against your clit.

He knew he'd have to stop himself from cumming too quickly, because just seeing you in this position was enough for any of his fantasies, it was what he needed to see to go over the edge.

"So be it, I'm going to fuck you exactly the way you want, bunny." He says, a wicked smile on his lips.

And then without you expecting it, he thrust into you all at once, and you felt the delicious stretch he gave you every time. Your pussy stretching to accommodate him with such mastery.

You just moaned, you were incapable of doing anything else, completely drunk on his dick.

You only had time to close your eyes tightly before he started hammering into you, without the slightest pity, just fucking you hard and deep just the way you liked it.

His grip on your hips was strong, and he handled you as if you were a doll that weighed nothing, thrusting into you as he pulled you back onto his cock. Your bodies slammed together abruptly, making that filthy sound echo throughout the room.

Leon was all sweaty, his muscles flexing with every movement, and you could watch him fucking you from behind as you watched the scene in the mirror.

While Leon had the perfect view of his cock sinking into you, your warm walls engulfing him in a unique way, making him grunt at how tight you were, and how hard you could take him. Your juices leaving a white ring at the base of his cock, honeying all over him, acting as if he was the only cock for you.

It was too much for Leon, watching you moaning like that, whimpering desperately as he fucked you. His response was to pick up the pace, his balls slapping against you as his tip reached points so deep you couldn't even imagine.

It was all so fast, you didn't even have time to think as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him hard as you wet his cock even more. Your voice loud and sly, your nails gripping the carpet hard.

And that's what he needed, the last little push, the image of you cumming on his cock in such an obscene way was enough for him to grunt loudly and pump his seed into you, withdrawing his cock and sinking back in with a deep thrust, making sure to finish inside.

For a while, the only sound you could hear was your breathing, shallow and heavy, as you tried to catch your breath.

But then you caught Leon looking at you, the bunny ears that were on your head falling slightly below your face, that bodysuit that drew out your every curve.

He squeezed your hips, looking you up and down. Oh no, he wasn't finished with his bunny.

You wanted attention, and he was going to give it to you all night long.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #leon x y/n #leon x you #leon resident evil #leon scott kennedy x reader #re leon #resident evil leon #leon scott kennedy x you #leon s kennedy smut #leon smut #leon re4

[yourstrulyrika]

Leon’s tits appreciation fic ♡

no warnings as usual, just fem!reader. it’s really just Leon’s chest appreciation because damn.

also. a small rant at the bottom of the fic? just a disclaimer btw. it’s nothing triggering me thinks, it’s about Leon so that’s why i’m putting it here i still encourage you to read it.

also this one might be a bit messy i just started taking my new meds and my body is going crazy. i’m really sleepy & dizzy all the time so yeah. sorry if it’s a bit out of my usual style or something ♡

you love Leon’s chest. that much is obvious — because he loves yours too obviously. you two love each other, body, soul, heart and mind. this includes your and his chests. Leon loves sleeping on your chest, and you love sleeping on Leon’s chest, too. it’s common for you two.

but, you definitely love playing with Leon’s chest the most. it’s just so plush, feels so good to touch. Leon’s chest is his soft spot, to say the least. when you touched his chest for the first time, he arched his back so prettily, leaning his head back. his nipples harden under your touch, his body getting warmer and eager for more as his cock grows harder.

“Dear god,”

he sighs out when you touch his chest, and it only makes you grin in return. you rarely get him to such state. sure, he lets out a grunt or two, but this? and he actually blushes. just a tiiny bit, but it’s still a blush! so you decide to take it further, planting little kisses all over his chest, feeling his heart subtly flutter under your lips. Leon is only this vulnerable around you, no one ever sees this side of him — he feels safe around you. safe enough to let himself be the submissive one for once.

Leon is unable to take it anymore. he tugs at your pants, sliding them down along with your panties to expose your pretty pussy to his eager gaze. your cunt is glistening wet, making Leon drool at the sight. he places a subtle slap on your pussy, before repeating it, making you twitch your hips. his cock is hitting against your thigh, wanting to be buried in your warm insides.

“Getting this worked up over playing with my cheee—ngghmh!!” he lets out the hottest whimper one can think of. as he speaks, you decide to shush him, rather effectively. you wrap your lips around his nipple, gently tucking on it while flicking the other one. Leon is actually losing his mind, he’s leaking precum already.

“Fuck, baby, please just let me slide inside you,” he grunts out, guiding his cock to tap against your clit, begging for entry. he’s giving you the puppy eyes, the ones you can’t say no to. besides, with the way the tip of his cock is leaking so much just gets you so eager. once given the permission he almost jumps on you, but you keep him down by biting on his nipple, getting another, louder moan.

“Tease,” he pants out, breathing hitching and getting heavy. he closes his eyes, lips parting slightly, chest heaving up and down. you decide to do something— you push two fingers into his mouth, and he immediately laps at them, sucking them like it’s your pussy that he’s so starved off. he finally guides his cock into your insides, his length already twitching and throbbing as it sloppily moves in and out. he’s mumbling something incoherent to himself, babbling about it feeling so good. this, mixed with you constantly sucking his nipples, kneading his chest while also pushing your fingers into his mouth? it’s heaven. he’s in heaven.

it doesn’t take long for him to cum. in fact, just a few more minutes of you playing with his pretty nipples mixed with your cunt gripping him so well just drives him nuts, cumming inside you after a while. he obviously makes sure to make you cum too— before pushing you beneath him, now cupping your breasts

“My turn, huh? Your chest needs some loving, too.” he says this so confidently, already kneading at your chest.

rant time! sorry guys, today’s one is shorter bc i dont feel so well :( but anyway, here’s my little rant about tiktok and honestly most of the fandom.

i hate the fact that people oversexualize Leon so much. this, and also not understand his character — caring only about his looks. people hate vendetta leon but i literally love this man. he’s fucking beautiful. all the resident evil characters are so misunderstood, oversexualized and ignored. i just hate it, and yeah i know i know — it’s just fiction, sure, but i just don’t like it. i wish more people took Leon seriously because this man is literally so much of a sweetheart, meanwhile people just sexualize him 24/7 :( he’s so much more than his looks. he’s literally so sweet it hurts.

rant over, just wanted to get it off of my chest. i just love him so much and people reduce him to various sex related things. smut and all that is good obviously, i just dislike when people constantly make Leon a completely different character than he actually is. i love both smut and sfw things, but man. tiktok is so full of people misunderstanding Leon, it’s annoying. they reduce him to completely different man — and let’s not even talk about the 18+ audios that they’re posting…. i just.. idk.

anyway. love you all! thank you for reading <3

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil smut #leon kennedy smut

[byhees]

interrupting them with a kiss.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 600 genre fluff established relationship non-idol au warnings not proof-read kissing skinship — more

a/n. requested!

heeseung would be pretty taken aback. after all, he’d been in the midst of answering your very-specific question; pauses for a split second, because had he just been talking about flying tortoises a moment ago, and kissing you the next? yes, the answer is yes; would snake an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his embrace. “wanna kiss again?” he’d ask, looking down to meet your gaze, a tiny smirk toying on the corner of his lips…

jay would probably malfunction for a moment; is actively processing what had just happened; full-on gawks at you, eyes slightly widened from the shock. once it hits him, he’d probably lean a tad closer, wanting to return the gestures; catches your chin in his fingers, tipping it up to grasp a view of your eyes. “can i…” he’d start, lips parting to say, or rather, do something— and after getting a small nod of permission, he’d press his lips onto yours, not a single second being wasted in the process…

jake would, unexpectedly, kiss you back without another word, his lips pressing against yours in a mere heartbeat; it’d be so fleeting, you’d miss the way he smiles against the kiss, the corners of his lips curving up. would pull you close for a hug, his little explanation to your question slipping his mind completely; blinking up to lock gazes with you, a soft “can we do that again?” falling from his lips— gosh, it’s practically impossible to resist his adorable grin and glittering eyes…

sunghoon would freeze in his very spot, lips still parted in the midst of a sentence; he just watches in pure silence as you pull away, the smallest of grins etched onto your face— would unknowingly swipe his tongue over his bottom lip, as though to somehow confirm that, yes, you had just planted a pretty little peck onto his lips; clears his throat and turns his head away, wanting to hide the growing tint of pink across his cheeks…

sunoo would gasp so loudly, a hand raising to cover his agape mouth. “i’m sorry! you looked so cute”, and he’s just there, melting from your little reasoning; he’d flash the prettiest smile ever, his eyes crinkling at the corners, the swell of his cheek dusted with a light cherry-red hue; tries to continue his spiel on how tanghulu’s the best after-meal snack, but winds up giggling from the remembrance of the little kiss…

jungwon would be the personification of the shocked emoji, a hand flying up to slap over his mouth, eyes widening ever so slightly; “oh??? did you— did we?” he’d stumble over his words, the rant he had been in the midst of telling, slipping from mind; would probably bury his reddened face into his palms, suddenly finding it really flustering to maintain eye contact with you; would steal a quick peck on your cheek whilst you’re not looking, a little smile making an appearance…

riki would be really shy; a little “eh” would slip past his lips, eyes fixating on the way you take a step back, gaze glimmering with a tint of playfulness; tries to act all nonchalant and unfazed, but immediately breaks into a fit of soft giggles. “ahem”, he’d start once more, a hand on the nape of his neck, his gaze flickering from object to object— would melt then and there, body angled away to hide the pretty grin of his lips…

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[bunnyksj]

The Perfect Girl - MYG x Reader

Summary: Yoongi makes sure his pretty girl feels even prettier in his lovely red rope <3 

Author’s Note: fuck it yoongi smut lol, my first fic yay !! sorry if its short or not written very well, i'm getting used to it lol, ASLO thanks for all ur requests i'm working on them rn >_< i was listening to this song while writing this teehee :3

TAGS: smut duh, short and sweet, established relationship, PWP, bondage, possessiveness, bro hits it raw (pls wrap the willy), he calls you his slut lol, dom/sub themes, sub!reader, creampies, cunnilingus, VERY slight dumbification, like if you squint lmao.

WORD COUNT: 1k 

Yoongi has always adored you. His perfect, sweet girl. He hates seeing your pretty face scrunched up in a frown, tired from working your damn ass off. It pained him to see you come home everyday, your hand running through your hair, hearing your angry rants about the stupid fucks you worked with. You looked  much better like this. Your pleading eyes gazing up into his, spread out on your bed, hands tied to the headboard and legs tied apart, open and ready for him. The dark crimson hue of the rope matches perfectly with your complexion, he picked it out just for you. 

“So fucking perfect baby…” 

He growls, his dark eyes roaming over your body. His hands brush across your jaw, pressing down on your bottom lip, his own roughly meeting yours. Such a little slut you were, getting him all worked up. He slowly crawled over you, his hand reaching out to grab your tied ones, slowly running his hands over the thick rope. You whined as he traced two fingers over your leaking slit, caressing and worshiping your pretty pussy, sinking them in to open you up.  

“Such a good girl..gonna make you feel so good…so full. Just open you up for me baby..” 

You nodded softly, whimpering as his fingers continued to work open your cunt. His eyes focused on the way your slick covered his fingers and leaked onto the sheets, moaning softly at the sight. 

“Fuck…I need to be inside you baby..need to fuck you, make you feel so full..do you want it baby? Tell me..” 

“Please…” You cried, bucking your hips as best you could. “Wanna feel you….want you to fill me up…please..” 

He flashes a soft smile, leaning closer to you, his cockhead rubbing against your puffy folds, leaking precum. He trails kisses down your neck, softly biting and licking up to your ear, whispering darkly. 

“That’s it baby…” 

He pushes into your body, and you gasp. His thick length stretches you open, nice and wide, filling you to the brim. He soothingly runs his hands over your stomach. When you’ve adjusted he begins to move his hips, slamming into yours, rubbing right up against your sweet spot. His hands grip your waist, lifting up your hips, tugging at the ties on your lower legs, as he rams into your body. He moves one of his hands to softly trace over your nipple, pinching it softly, before he leans down to nip it gently. 

“You feel so fucking good…” He growls, obsessed with the feeling of your body against his. “My fucking slut…this is what you wanted right…don't gotta think about nothing else now. Just let me make you feel good, okay?” 

You whine, your back arching and eyes rolling back, whining desperately. The restraints of the rope limiting your eager movements, controlling the urge to fuck yourself back onto him. Making you feel completely under his control. 

“Yoongi….so full..” 

He smirks into your neck. “I know, sweet baby. Feels good doesn't it…” 

“Yes~!” 

You cry, your bodies crashing and bouncing in sync together, sweat forming on both of your brows. He leans down to steal you in a passionate kiss, his tongue roaming your mouth possessively, pulling away with a smirk, his tongue running over his top teeth, as he continues ramming his hips into yours, claiming every inch of your delicate body. 

“F-fuck..gonna fucking cum…gonna fill my slut up. Tell me you want it baby…” 

“Please…wanna cum. I wanna…feel you..fill me up..so fucking good…Yoongi…please!” 

Who was he to deny his baby? Especially since your little cunt made him feel so damn good. He admires the way your legs shake and your body bucks up underneath his rope, your tight cunt clenching around him. 

He moans lowly into your ear, filling you up with his thick seed. You whine out, bucking up as you clench around him, cumming around him. He pulls out slowly, his cum leaks out onto the sheets. He rests on his knees, his hands coming behind your back, gripping your ass as he pulls your body closer to his face, as best he can. He licks and bites at your thighs, leaving a pretty trail of hickeys towards your leaking core. He worships your pretty pussy, licking and suckling over your clit and inside your needy hole. 

“So sweet and pretty, my little slut. You love this don't you?” 

“Mhm…!” You whine, overstimulated, soft gasps escaping your wet lips. 

He continues to eat you out, his brows furrowed slightly in concentration, moaning softly at the feeling of your combined fluids. He slips his fingers back into you, stretching your already used hole. You whine, your hands pulling against the firm restraints, whimpering in pleasure. 

“Yoongi..feels so good…” 

“I know, sweet girl. So fucking pretty for me. Just keep letting me take care of you.” 

You throw your head back, your eyes clouding with lust , soft tears of pleasure and overstimulation run down your cheeks as you cum. His tongue doesn't stop probing at your pussy, making sure you ride out your orgasm. 

“So fucking sexy…” He says, his voice husky. He pulls away from your pussy, his lips wet, smiling softly as he leans in to kiss you softly.  

“You okay, baby?” He asks, reaching up to remove the rope keeping your hands secure. 

“Yeah..” You reply, softly, your voice soft and strained from your cries of pleasure. “I'm okay..” 

“I’m glad.” He says, softly smiling, as he removes the rope from around your legs. You lie back, sighing. Your body is exhausted, but satisfied. He snakes his hands around your waist, holding you close to his chest, stroking your hair as you fall into a peaceful sleep. His eyes filled with admiration and love for you. 

Yoongi always took such good care of you. This was how he liked to see you, his  pretty girl, sleeping soundly with a sweet smile on your lips, all your stress gone. What more could he want? 

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[yenqa]

ADVANTAGES

in which…

on jay’s live, fans point out a stuffed animal on his bed, one that seems to be the other piece to your notorious missing pair. as imaginary pieces start to connect for fans, the viewers beg for some kind of interaction. and though you and jay have never met before, why not use this situation to your advantage?

warnings : profanity, jokes of intruders, one mention of sunghoons balls (no nsfw just a lil jokey joke), lmk if theres more!

wc : 1145

peace

not proofread!

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“I think there's an intruder in my house.”

Brushing your hair behind your ears you let out a giggle, watching as the door bursts open. Jay stands still at your door, pretending like he isn’t totally out of breath.

Your mouth widens, showing the stream a cheeky grin as you whisper into the microphone, “This guy is obsessed with me, he’s always at my house breaking in and shit.”

user1209820912 : get me a man who basically breaks into my house!

“Hey Jay! I think this person wants you.”

“What?”

He walks up next to you. hunching down to be eye level with the camera. He waves at it, before reading at the comment you’re pointing at.

His eyebrows furrow, “A little disclaimer. I did not break into her house. I walked in to visit my girlfriend.”

You turn your head to the side, watching as he fixes his hair for the camera.

Planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, you quickly move away with a flustered smile. He looks at you with a soft gaze, ruffling your hair.

“Hey! You messed up my hair!” You whine, hitting him softly in the shoulder.

“Sorry it looked too good. Can’t have another boy perceiving you.”

You scoff in disbelief, looking straight at the webcam, “Do you hear this guys? This man intrudes into my house then messes up my hair because he’s crazy!”

lilaclavender : i like my men crazy

Bluebirdfly : ME WHEN

Sunghoonsleftball : JAY IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND SINGLE GAWD DAYUMMMM

Giggling, you read the comment out loud to him. “Jay, is your girlfriend single? How do you feel about that?” Closing your fingers into a fist, you bring it to his mouth as a pretend microphone.

His soft smile turns into a frustrated, almost disgusted one. He scans the long list of text to find the one you had just read to him.

“Sunghoon’s left ball” Jay reads, “I’m going to ban them from your chat.” He moves his hand to your mouse, scrolling up to click the username.

“Jay, don't ban them, they didn't know!” You exclaim, trying to remove his hand from your mouse. But his hand is already latched onto the mouse, his grip tight on the small object.

Watching him, defenseless as he times this person out for a few minutes, you watch as he changes his legs to a different position. You quickly sit up, pushing him into your warm seat before finding a spot on his lap.

He lets go of the mouse, wrapping his arms around your waist. You feel a weight on your shoulder which you can only assume is his head, you place your hand on his warm arm, slightly rubbing it.

His hot breath sends shivers down your spine. And it brings the fact forward that you’re sitting on his lap. Jay’s lap. The guy you’re totally, and hopelessly in love with. It all feels surreal to you. You–getting popular on twitch because of Jay only to get torn down by his fans.

stellaverse : if you look closely you can see me laying on the street.

strawberrylimesoda : Literally Hate all couples. Wake up break up

The situation feels old, even if you had only deemed yourself mentally ready a week or two ago. The situation feels like it happened a while ago–like it’s old news. And you were grateful for that.

You could go on a rant of why you were grateful. Even if it was one of the harder times in your life, you were grateful for Hyeju. Who’s listened to all your boy problems and helped you in your highest and lowest times. Hyeju who you’ve known since middle school, who would do literally anything for you if you asked.

You were also grateful for Jay. Because without him you would’ve been still trying to crawl out of that hole–metaphorically–you had dug yourself into. Without him, you wouldn’t have been so happy with your life. Without him, you would’ve never found peace with yourself.

“Y/n are you okay? I can leave if you want.”

He whispers in your ear. Smiling at him, you answer. “No, stay–Sorry, just spacing out.”

Humming in response, he continues to read comments from viewers.

It’s two hours later when you finally decide to stop playing the game and end your stream soon. The clock had just hit 1:30 in the morning, a sign that you needed to get some sleep.

Jay had already gone to bed before you, laying spread out on the bed just out of frame. Every so often you could see some of his clothing peek out on camera, but you made sure to move to cover him, just in case.

You’re talking to your chat after the game, letting the chaotic feel of the stream cool down before you turn off your camera.

You’re so busy paying attention to your chat that you didn’t notice that Jay had mysteriously left his bed until he came back into your room.

“Jay? I thought you were sleeping? Sorry, did I wake you?” You ask softly, watching as he slowly walks over to you.

He takes a sip of the water in his hands, before placing it down on your desk. “No, I was already awake, you’ve been streaming awhile so drink some water okay? Come to bed soon.” Speaking just above a whisper.

You nod, “I’m closing up now.” You grab his arm, playing with it for a few seconds before he takes a hold of your hand, planting a kiss on it before walking back to bed. Plopping on your soft mattress.

You watch him fall into your bed, then looking at your hand with a smile you feel your cheeks heat up as you take a sip of your water.

Soobsleftboob : IM SOBBINGGG THAT WAS SO CUTE

popcornpops : Im not crying!! whos cutting onions though

user203842093 : couple of the year award. I Love them.

Reading the comments you let out a breathy smile, turning to the webcam you wave goodbye, thanking everyone for watching the stream. You blow kisses at the camera before you turn it off. Quickly, you run to the bathroom so you can get ready for bed.

Once you’re finally done in the bathroom, you walk quietly to your room. You crawl on the bed, planting a soft kiss to Jay’s forehead, before laying down next to him. He wraps his arms around you, a warmth spreads through your body.

You remember when you couldn’t sleep at all, when you had lost countless hours trying to fall asleep but failed every time, leading to all nighters that left you acting like a zombie the next day. But with Jay, you fell asleep easily every time.

You were so grateful for him, one reason being that you could only get a good night’s rest when he was laying beside you.

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[elordilover]

Could you write a soft book shop meet for reader x renee

omg yes i love this idea!!! thank you for the request! 🫶🏻

bookstore meeting

summary: you and reneé meet each other unexpectedly

warnings: nothing! not proof read, sorry if this sucks

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you felt the cold february air blow through your hair as you quickly walked down the street to one of your favorite spots, barnes & noble. you adjusted the strap on your tote bad and put your airpod in your ear, you decided to play some phoebe bridgers.

you opened the door and immediately felt at home, you felt comfortable. this was your favorite place to be on a cold winter day. you waltzed over the the romance section to find the book you were looking for: beach read by emily henry. all of the colors were merging together, it was hard to find it when every single book had a colorful spine.

when you finally found the shelf with her books you scanned over it until you found the book that you came here for. it was perfect. you searched around to find the one that was in the best condition.

“um, excuse me, sorry”, you heard a soft voice from behind you, you quickly turned around and moved out of the way while also taking out your airpod at the same time.

“oh, i’m sorry”, you replied feeling your heartbeat quicken seeing how beautiful this girl that was in front of you. something about her felt familiar but you couldn’t tell what.

“oh my god! is that beach read? i literally adore that book! it’s the cutest thing! you are going to love it!”, the blond said, catching you off guard.

“really? i’ve heard lots of good things about it!”, you replied, feeling nervous talking to a girl that could easily be a greek goddess. you noticed how she was looking for a book but couldn’t find the exact one.

“what book are you looking for?”, your mouth blurted out before your brain could comprehend what you were saying. you felt your cheeks turn red when she turned to look at you.

“it’s called the flat share, it’s by beth o’leary. i don’t know if you’ve heard of it but online it said it was right here so i’m not sure if why i can’t find it”, the ranted.

“huh”, you hummed out while scanning the shelves for her book this time. you spotted exactly what she was looking for.

“oh here! i found it”, you said to her while handing the book over to her. while you were doing that you noticed how perfectly her hands and nails looked, she had too have just gotten them done.

“thank you so much!! finally”, you could tell how excited she was.

“of course! i’m glad i could help”

“what what was your name?”, she asked you. you were not ready for this question and barely got it out of your mouth.

“Y- Y/N”, you nervously stated.

“Y/N”, she repeated to herself, “i’m reneé”

your cheeks started to heat up when she said your name. your name never sounded as beautiful as when she said it. it never sounded as important as when her lips shaped the sounds that created it.

when she said that her name was reneé you knew exactly who she was. reneé rapp. it didn’t hit you. you are standing right in front of reneé rapp.

after a few moments of awkward silence, she spoke again, “umm can i have your number?”, she hesitantly spoke, “you seem really nice and i’d love to get to know you”.

what. how is this real life. reneé rapp just asked for your number. you were internally freaking out.

“oh um yeah”, you replied while you told her what it was.

“okay perfect! thank you”, she said happily while she entered the numbers into her phone.

“wait this is how you spell it right”, she said while passing her phone over to you.

“yeah it’s perfect”, you replied after checking. a lot of people got your name wrong, and it bothered you a lot of the time, but if reneé got your name wrong, you would never want to be called something else ever again.

you guys walked up to the register and paid separately. then, you walked out of the store together, dreading having to leave her.

“bye reneé”, you said as you waved toward her.

“bye Y/N! i’ll text you!”, she yelled back you two walked tour separate ways.

once you got home you saw a text on your phone that read: “hey :)”, and you immediately got butterflies.

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[dwindlinghaze]

reader pretending she (or they) doesn’t love peter back when he confesses because she is scared to lose him as a friend if they break up so after some angst and pining and avoiding feelings they end up together? ty!

main thing

(peter parker x reader)

summary : you're scared of losing peter as a friend by being more than friends with him.

contents : fluff, small angst ig, she they pronouns used!!! kind of short and rushed im so sorry but i love this concept a lot so thank you anon !!! 🫧🫧

a/n : im back!!!!! im really sorry if my writting is messy and stuff cuz i haven't been writing fics for months noww,, anyway i hope u like it 🫧☃️☁️ and a little rant here um i have this exact situation with a girl- i like her a lot and i knew she liked me back but i also happened to know that if we were to be together it will not last very long so we just ignore whatever is there between us. but don't worry lovelies r and peter's ending won't be like mine <3

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the hallway between classes were so full. crowded by students walking in eight cardinal directions. your head felt dizzy, it's like you're seeing everything underwater. your steps came to a halt when you were met with a row of lockers. palm against the cold metal as you gain back your stability.

peter must've seen you from the other side of the hall. frowning as he took in your state.

he walked over to you, cautiously. "you okay?"

you looked up to meet his eyes, immediately closing them back when the ceiling light hit your vision. "not feeling well."

peter placed his left palm over your cheek, rubbing them softly to soothe you. he didn't know if it helped but he smiled nevertheless when you nuzzled your face further into his hand.

you wanted peter to give you a hug, maybe his shoulder can be a good resting spot for your heavy head and his warmth can relax your muscles.

and of course. peter did. without you even asking.

"wanna go to the infirmary?" he asked softly, rubbing the side of your head as you completely lose all energy, so now he's the one that held you standing.

"mmh," you replied, not having the energy to form real words.

"alright then let's go," peter started to pull away but stopped midway when he felt you struggling.

"pete, i'm sorry i can't, i have to lay down," you whispered. so soft and low. if he weren't that close to you, he wouldn't hear it.

"that's alright, just slow steps," he encouraged.

he missed his class but he didn't care. he just wanted to be there with you. showing his affection because of his new slash old found love he has for you.

your migraine has not subsided at all the following day. you decided, for good, to skip class. there's no point in going to school when you're sick anyway right? you'll have ended up in a worse condition by the end of the day.

peter was searching for you left and right, he knew you were sick and he is worried sick about your whereabouts. he called you several times already but you never picked up.

when school finally finished, which for him was the longest six hours of his life, he immediately went to your house.

your mother was the one greeting him, saying that you're resting in the comfort of your bed. he went upstairs, after getting your mom's permission, and knocked on your door softly. "hey, it's me peter, can i come in?"

you gave him a very soft hum, thanks to his advanced hearing he can hear you just well.

you were lying on your bed, covered in tons of blankets. peter felt warmth rushing through his chest, seeing you like this. he approached you slowly and kneeled beside your bed.

"how are you feeling?" he asked ever so gently, hand on your shoulder with the blanket in between.

you peeked an eye open, your room was dimly lit, only your vanity lights were on. "better than yesterday," you answered, pushing yourself up slowly. "the migraine is not as bad as yesterday, my head is hurting- just a little."

"oh okay," peter replied. "do you need anything? i can bring you food or drink or water? do you need painkillers?"

you smiled, reaching for his hand, "i'm fine pete, just cold. can you turn up the ac please?"

peter did just that, jumping to his feet to take the remote.

after that you fell into a deep sleep again. peter was there the whole time. he was thinking about... stuff. stuff he wants to tell you.

he sat on your bed right beside your blanketed legs, his hands over them. he looked at you, your sleepy face, perfect hair, soft cheeks. you are his friend. best friend in the whole world. no one understands him like you did. just a few months ago he realised that his feelings may have grown.

it's not just a friendship kind of love but a lover kind of love.

he recalled the amount of time he had cried on your arms. laughed together with you. talk about embarrassing things he had done and had regretted. nobody knows him like you do. and peter would not let anybody know him like you do.

you're the only person that he can be vulnerable with. the only one that he can just be himself even if it's not the best. the only one he trusts.

"what are you thinking over there?" your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. he gave you a smile and you gave peter space for him to lie down.

"just thinking about thoughts... ?" peter answered but it's more like a question.

"thoughts about?"

"nothing."

"you know you can always tell me anything right? no matter what it is," you assured the boy.

"yeah..."

"so...?"

"you're sick right now, you should be resting," he said instead.

you sat up, stretching your muscles as you scrunched up your face. "i feel a whole lot better now... hey do you want some meal and we'll talk about whatever you are thinking about? cause by the look of your face, it's something that has been bothering you hm?."

peter thought about it for a while, but he really didn't have to. it was about time for him to tell you how he feels. he just hoped that you feel the same way.

your mom brought the two of you dinner to your room, you thanked her before she left and urged peter to eat. "pete?"

"yeah," he cleared his throat, "um i don't really know how to start this."

"it's okay, you can take as much time as you want, i'll be here," you said as you take a spoonful of the dinner.

that's also another thing about you that made his feelings even more clear. you never pushed him. always waiting for him to be ready.

"i like someone," he started. you stopped what you were doing and turn your focus fully on him. your heart felt like it has been crushed. "i know we never talk about y'know- this kind of stuff together but the thing is, i like her so much maybe i even love her, i don't know yet though cause i don't really know how love feels- but i sure do like her a lot."

"and does she know this?"

"no... but she knows now" peter answered, hoping that you'd get what he meant.

"what do you mean?"

peter sighed looking down at his lap, "well she's my best friend. my only friend actually. i really really want to be more than friends with them because she is everything to me. i smile every morning because i know i will see them later that day. i spent most of my time thinking about the two of us together. and you know just how worried i was when they didn't go to school because she was sick."

"peter-" you warned him.

"y/n, listen to me-"

"peter please don't," you whispered. you thought you would be jumping and giggling if peter ever confessed to you but instead it's the complete opposite. you don't want this. you can't have this no matter how much of you wanted him.

peter's eyes were brimming with emotion, shiny tears fighting their way not to roll down. "you don't feel the same do you?"

you wanted to say yes. yes you feel the same, you like him so much and that's what you're so worried about. "peter it's not that easy. we- we can't," you shook your head.

peter's brows knitted together, he was bitting the insides of his lower lip. "that's ok. i'll just go home now. i'm sorry for making things weird yeah? just forget everything i said. tomorrow is a new day." he forced a smile before he is out the door.

just like what peter has said 'tomorrow is a new day' so you acted like yesterday never happened. you walked into school, seeing peter by his locker. you smiled at him. "morning!"

"morning, y/n," peter said back, voice cracking.

"let's go to class," you suggested.

through out the day everything was just like how it used to be. you still sit besides each other. still eat lunch together. everything was the same... except that peter can't look at you for more than three seconds and you two don't talk as much anymore.

peter still walked you home, though there is no goodbye hug.

you wondered if you had made the wrong decision. what if you just accept your feelings and let peter in? but the thoughts of ever, god forbid, breaking up with him is what makes you back away from accepting his love.

you love peter so much. more than you can ever say. in a world of boys he's a gentleman. he proved so today. even after getting rejected and having his own heart torn into pieces, he still walked you home.

the next day though, peter seemed to be avoiding you.

you tried to come to him several times but he just gives you short replies. you couldn't blame him. he has every right to do so.

it has been two weeks since. you missed your peter so much. you missed his cheeky smile. his science jokes. his laugh that never fails to make you smile.

sure you can live without peter parker, but would it be as exciting? would you let the only person that knows you best slipped away like that just because you pretend to not return his feelings?

it was such an emotional rollercoaster. on one hand you want to wake up beside peter, but on the other you worried that he'll realize that he's better alone so you'd break up. you want to cuddle up next to him, but you fear he'll get sick of you and break up.

why does every intimate thought of him always ends up with breaking up?

you tried to bottle up your feeling until you can't anymore. so here you are now, knocking at his door.

he opened up, looking as tired as one can be. now that you really look at him, you notice his beautiful freckles that doted all over his nose and cheeks, his smile lines around his eyes, his pretty eyes that you love so much. even in his exhausted state he still looked so- so perfect.

"y/n? what're you doing here?" peter spoke.

"i want to talk to you." you mumbled, looking down at the pavement.

peter was silent. complete silence.

"i want to tell you that i do like you too, peter. i was just being dumb because you're my best friend for years and if we ever get together, what will happen when we break up? i don't want to lose you. so by pushing my feelings aside i can just continue like nothing happened... but i can't stop thinking about how i have hurt you. i completely denied and hurt your feelings and i can't forgive myself for that."

peter put a warm hand over your shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

"it's fine. if you don't want this then we don't have to." he said.

"but i want this."

"you do?"

"yes but-," you took a deep breath, "but what if we broke up?"

peter shook his head at that, "we haven't even got together yet and you're thinking of breaking up?"

"it's not funny."

"y/n look at me, i love you. i will not let that happen. and if you really think about it, what is there to be the reason of our break up?"

"i don't know something might come up."

"we know everything about each other, we understand each other. if there's something, i'm so so sure we can work it out," peter placed a hand on your cheek, forehead touching.

"really think so?"

"of course," he replied. "i'm also sorry for saying that so suddenly. i should've known better."

"it's okay peter, we're here."

"yeah we are, and we are not leaving each other yeah?"

"promise," you said.

#peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tasm x reader #tasm fluff #tasm fic #peter parker blurb #peter parker angst #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic

[dollfacedsl1ut]

7 + 16 + 48 = jeno

prompt + “Lemme see that pretty face” + “We were made for each other why can’t you see that” + “I’m sorry sweetie it was just a precaution I’ll warn you next time”

content : hair pulling, yandere things so yeah, face slapping (like twice), mentions of needles, drugging

a/n: I wrote this half asleep😭😭😭

Jeno finally let you out of his cold basement the room he made for you was finished he didn’t think he’d have to kidnap you so early in his one sided pining but you and your boyfriend were gonna go on a 2 week vacation he couldn’t bear thinking about what you guys would do maybe you’d end up knocked up he hated thinking about it knowing it wasn’t gonna be him but that’s all changed now

His tight grip on your arm he led you to a white door with a pink number panel you tried to peer over his shoulder glancing at the pin but he just pushed your head away harshly “even if you knew the password it wouldn’t do much for you” as gust of wind went pass you as jeno gripped you hair tossing you the bed his hands tying your hands to the bedpost the sudden manhandling caused fear to overwhelm you thinking of only one thought in mind it was he wanted you

You were already vulnerable but you didn’t want that to happen “jeno no don’t-“ he glanced at you with a confused face “what are talking about” at this point you realized maybe he tied you up for precaution hoping you didn’t escape “never mind” you turned your head away from him sitting by the post next to you he sighed deeply “I don’t know why you act like this I love you can’t you see” feeling anger rush through your body love him?? Oh please “you don’t love me I’m sure this is one of you fantasies and if you think I’ll love you you’re mistaken I have a boyfriend and he isn’t a creepy pervert like you” whilst you continued your rant you could sense jeno was getting angry his fists clenched as his eyes got darker you didn’t give a fuck about his emotions until a harsh slap was planted across your soft cheeks

“No way” your eyes widen as the aftermath of the slap tingled “im so sorry sweetie that was just a precaution I’ll warn you next time to never talk bad about me like I don’t have you at my mercy” tears rolled down your cheeks as he smiled your turned yourself away from him “y/n don’t be like that it’s your fault” he hummed trying your best to tune out his voice “y/n I will hit you again if I have too” you didn’t care you just wanted him gone his rough hands forced your face to look at him he left a harsh slap across your face messing your hair up more

Your eyes filled up hatred as he smiled at you “let me see that pretty face” pushing some hair away from you face he cupped your cheeks “we were made for each other why can’t you see that” you felt disgusted how could he hit you like this and try to be caring after, you looked at him with hatred he sensed it gripping his hold on your face it felt like he could break your jaw “y/n I can cause you worse pain than just slapping you around” his eye smile returned as he stood up sliding a brown box from under your bed pulling some gloves out he slid them on his thick fingers before pulling out a syringe, a long needle and a mini bottle filled with liquid that you would only see at the doctor

He attached the needle and syringe before sticking it in the bottle filling the syringe with the liquid he placed the box carefully on the floor as he slid it back under the bed “y/n you brung this upon yourself” he stocked the needle in your arm the soft pinch of usual spots caused you to jolt a bit he pulled the needle out of your arm as you began to feel tingly he placed the needle on the nightstand along with his gloves he patted your head leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips “I’ll see you when you wake up y/n” another kiss was planted on your lips as he stood up from the bed and walked out the room at this point the sedative took over your body as you blacked out

#jeno lee #jeno lee smut #jeno smut #nct dream #nct dream smut #jeno imagines #jeno yandere #nct yandere #nct yandere prompts #na jaemin smut #jaemin smut #lee haechan smut #haechan smut #nct imagines #nct smut #Jaehyun smut

[sylo-writes-stuff]

Good boy

Puppy!Tomas vrbada × reader

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Cw: puppy Tomas has ears and tail, gn reader, a fab anatomy, straight up horny, mentions of heat, heat, mentions of breeding, creampie, p in v, praise, pet names (puppy,good boy) and I think that's it

A/n: I made this drawing and had a really good idea, so uh enjoy. The Tomas brainrot is so real istg. I want to fuck him in every position possible. Requests are open don't be afraid to ask/request for any specific charscters^^

You're riding Tomas on the floor both of you way to horny to go to the bedroom. You're sat on top of him your original plan to ride him, but it seemed this horny puppy had other plans. He's whining and whimpering some being held back as he tries to focus on fucking up into you. His hands tightly holding onto your hips as he does so. He lifts up your sweater above your chest and just watches as they bounce from each of his thrusts.

His tail swishes from side to side as you hold the sweater up giving him permission. He eagerly pulls you down to his level so your chest is hovering over his face. He pulls you the slightest bit down as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. You let the sweater go as it rests on his face, he looks so fucking cute like this. You can't help but reach up your hand to caress at his head "g-good puppy" you compliment his hips stuttering the slightest, you take note and continue "ta-taking such good care of me even when you're in he-heat, such a good boy for me~" you praise him as you rub at his ears, soft whimpers leaving him as he holds on tighter to your hips.

He let's go of one of your nipples moving to the other but uttering "I'm your good boy right? " before taking your other nipple in his mouth. His tail starting to thump on the ground as you mutter out an 'mhm'. His thrusts are relentless, you knew he'd have this much energy but even in the morning he's this energetic.

Your arms start to grow weak, you place your hands on his shoulders as you push him away slightly. You sit back to your original position giving your arms a rest for a bit, your sweater slides back down your torso a small whine leaving him as he sees your perfect breast dissapear.

His mind is soon plagued as he looks to where you two are connected. His head lowered down so he has a better view of where you two connect. He's almost drooling at the sight. You notice how his ears are droooped in a submissive way, you reach up your hand to rub at them which he leans into the touch. You then you lean your head closer to his ears and nip at it. The moan he let's out being chocked out as he basically ruts up into you cumming on the spot, his tail thumping on the floor uncontrollably.

You let out a surprised moan at the sudden feeling of being full. He tends to hold up on jerking off when he's about to go into heat, wanting to give you as much of him as he can. "S-sorry came sooner than I wa-wanted to" he pants out as he slowly thrusts up into you his eyes still focuses on the connection between you two, he watches as some of his cum leaks out of you. He settles for just fucking more of his cum into you, enjoying the sight.

One of his hands move from your hips to your clit as he rubs it in quick and tight circles. You jolt at the sudden stimulation placing your hand on the hand that's on your hip as you watch his hand. "F-fuck puppy, you-.....you don't have to " you say not in a selfless manner but knowing he'll be fucking you for much longer. Your hand moves to stop him feeling that coil tighten in your stomach. "I want to" he says as he holds both of your hands, he starts thrusting up into you with more vigor wanting to make you cum.

You try to stop him but your efforts are futile as he hits just the right spots, you soon cum. He let's go of your hands as you place your hands on his stomach looking to him with a slightly upset expression "f-fuck you" you say as a shit eating grin spreads across his face. "That was the plan" he says . The way he can switch from being submissive to dominant almost give you whiplash, almost.

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#mk1 fanfic #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 fanfic #mortal kombat fanfiction #fanfic #mk1 smut #mk1 smoke #smoke smut #tomas vrbada #tomas vrabada x reader #tomas x reader #x reader #smut #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1

[lucyswinter]

onion tears and caring kisses 🧅 〰️. - * • ❤️‍🩹

pairing: jonathan crane x f!reader

summary: jonathan comes home from a long day at work to his loving girlfriend trying (and failing) to cook dinner

genre: fluff

warnings: slightly ooc!jonathan, praise, mention of a slight burn

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(a/n): my first fanfic!! it’s just a lil drabble but i hope you enjoy <3 also i only sort of proofread so i apologise for any mistakes 😣

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you sigh loudly as a puff of steam quickly rises up from the small pan of onions you have sautéing on the stove. heavy raindrops are pelting the window above the counter next to you, an added distraction to the already hectic atmosphere.

“my gosh how difficult is it to cook some onions?” you mumble to yourself as your eyes water slightly from the intense smell of the onions. you drop the wooden spoon you had been holding, and bring your hand up to wave the thick steam away from your face, just as the smoke alarm goes off. you swat your hand down and groan, accidentally hitting your exposed wrist on the hot pan, which orients a louder and more aggressive groan.

“why does everything have to go wrong” you moan in annoyance, shrinking onto the floor with your back against the marble countertops, clutching your wrist, now red from the heat. the smoke alarm is still blaring at an annoyingly loud volume and at confusing, spotty intervals.

“love?” jonathan questions worriedly as he walks into the kitchen, slipping off a raincoat from his shoulders, pants damp from the rain “what is that sound” he continued in the nervous tone, referring to the smoke alarm. he walks forward a small bit and places his coat on the kitchen island, still unable to find you.

“jonathan? i didn’t even hear you come in” you exclaim as you hop up from your slouching position against the counter, wincing a little as you place your injured hand against the cold, hard floor in an attempt to get up.

“oh there you are!” he says, relieved. he smiles, walking over to you briskly and pulling you the rest of the way up by your elbows, giving you a small peck on the lips. “how was your day, pretty girl?” he looks you up and down as he waits for a response, his smile drops as he sees the quickly forming burn mark on your wrist.

“oh, love, did you do this? what happened?” he asks you, lifting your chin up with his fingers so he can make eye contact with you. “hm?” he prompts when he is met with silence.

“sorry i um” you wipe away a tear from your eyes, partly from the onions, and partly because it has been a very stressful half an hour in the kitchen. “i was trying to make dinner but i kind of messed it up and i hurt myself on the stove” you sniff, rubbing your wrist and turning your head to avoid his forced gaze.

he turns your head back to him, fingers still holding your chin. he frowns at your tears.

“oh my sweet girl” he praises, peppering soft kisses your under eyes which have become increasingly shiny from a more consistent stream of tears. he then brings your wrist up to his lips and gives it a soft kiss. you wince at the feeling, and pull it to your chest, cradling it slowly. he takes your cheeks in his hands and uses his calloused thumbs to brush away the rest of the tears. “darling, you know i always make dinner, you didn’t have to do this.” he coos you, his tone quiet and reassuring.

“i know john, i just-“ you huff, voice breaking a bit. you spot the corners of his mouth turn a little more downward, his frown more pronounced. you take a deep breath in and continue “-you just said you’ve had a hard week at work and i wanted to do something for you, and i thought it would be nice if you could come home and have one less thing to do, but i didn’t take into account that i really do not know how to cook, and tacos are especially labor intensive” you drone on, a stress-induced hiccup punctuating your rant.

he stays quiet for a few seconds, still holding your teary face in his hands. he lets out a chuckle and kisses your lips.

“oh my kind and caring girl. so thoughtful” he hums against your lips. “mm” he groans as he pulls away to look at you, tears still falling.

instead of saying anything else, he just brushes the tears collecting on your chin and turns off the stove. he then leads you to a drawer from which he pulls out ointment and a small bandage wrap. he squirts the pasty off-white ointment onto your red wrist and spreads it very softly, his heart aching at your quiet winces. he then wraps the bandage around your wrist and cuts it with a light tug.

“there we go, pretty girl. all patched up.* he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose “why don’t we just order some takeout now, love?” he chuckles again.

you nod and sniffle, feeling a little guilty that he has more to do after a stressful day. your cheek smooshes against his shoulder as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“jonathan, your kind of squishing me.” you tell him through his sweater.

“oh, im sorry love.” he pulls away chuckling, but keeps his hands locked around your arms. he pulls an arm away to wipe your tears one last time. “so should we get dim sum or pizza?” he asks, a playful grin sneaking onto his cheeks.

“how about tacos?” you reply with a smile, already in a better mood.

“sounds perfect” he softens his grin to return your smile as he begins to pull out his phone from his pocket.

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you enjoyed the rest of the night eating professionally made tacos, and snuggling against jonathan on the couch. even though it ended up okay this time, you and jonathan agreed that you should not be allowed to cook for a while…

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(a/n): thanks for reading if you made it this far! ill be putting out more fanfics as soon as possible (once i figure out how to set up my inbox 😭)

#jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #cillian murphy x reader #jonathan crane x y/n #scarecrow x reader #ooc jonathan crane #fanfic #jonathan crane fanfic #lucywrites<3

[matty-bear]

But I’m Not Yours Pt.2 [M.S]

type: second and final part for this short series! [HIGHLY requested] 

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: sfw, making out, suggestive (?), no smut (I'm not writing that guys sorry not sorry 😞)

summary: Matt comes into Chris’ room crying and immediately leaves when he sees you. What will happen when Chris ‘pressures’ you to follow him? And what will happen when Matt comes clean about y’all’s friendship and his feelings? 

notes: I’ve never had so many requests for a second part of a fic before y’all are insane I love yall so much. 😖💙 Hope this part two satisfies yall :3 Happy reading!

WC: 3452

PT1

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You sat with Chris in his bedroom rambling about absolute nonsense for the past few hours. You've been over at his place for the majority of the day and the two of you have hopped from topic to topic over the past couple hours. You found yourself subconsciously rambling about Matt and your rambling soon turned into a small rant about the boy.

Chris has grown accustomed to you ranting to him about his brother (and other things of course) and has even given you advice on how to handle your feelings. (The advice wasn’t the best but it’s the thought that counts you know?) Today was just one of those days where you were having a crisis about the older triplet and Chris listened intently as the soft beats of Lil Skies played in the background. 

“He’s killing me Chris!” You exclaim, an exasperated sigh escaping your lips as you lay back on the said male’s bed. “I don’t know how long I can keep these feelings to myself anymore.”

“I thought you said you’d rather let a stampede of angry hippos run you over consecutively than tell Matt about your feelings for him.” Chris says as he re-positions his spot on his mattress to get a better look at you. He watches as you softly huff and shut your eyes, a single arm raising and draping over your face. 

“It’s eating me alive, Chris. I know I shouldn’t and that he has a girlfriend but bro… He’s ruining my life.” 

Chris hums softly as he takes his bottom lip in between his teeth. “I feel like if you told him you could start to somewhat act normally around him. You told me that the reason why you think y’all are becoming so distant is because of your feelings and how they’re holding you back so…” 

“Dude, I don’t know.” You turn onto your side, your eyes shutting as you heavily exhale. “I hate being in love. I don’t recommend it.” 

“I’m scared of being in relationships so you don’t have to worry about me.” A faint snort escapes you at the male’s statement and you plop a hand over your mouth as Chris glares down at you. “I still don't understand how this is so funny. It’s a genuine fear of mine.” 

“I’m not trying to laugh but you being scared of women just-“ Your own laughter cuts you off as you cover your face with both your hands to muffle your giggles. 

“Bro.” Chris lands a smack on your leg, causing you to laugh harder and roll onto your other side. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop.” You push yourself up on your elbows and wipe away an invisible tear from underneath your eye. As you look over at Chris, you bite back a laugh at the death glare he’s sending you. “You’re such an asshole sometimes.” 

“Oh please.” You softly shove Chris’ shoulder before you fully sit up. The moment the soles of your shoes hit the wooden floors, the faint sound of a door opening and shutting runs through your ears. You quickly whip your head around to face Chris at the sound and send him a confused expression. “Who came in?” 

“Probably Matt. He’s been out with his girlfriend all day.” 

“I thought he was here. His lights were on when I passed by his room.” 

“That kid leaves all the fucking lights on. Fucking electricity waster ass.” A soft chuckle escapes your lips as Chris shakes his head and rolls his eyes. You failed to hear the sound of footsteps approaching the room as you got up from the bed and went to grab your phone off the nightstand.

The moment you take the device of the charger and go to sit back on the bed, the room door opens. You immediately lift your head up and you feel your heart twist at the sight of Matt walking into the room and rubbing his eyes with his palms. Soft sniffles escape his nostrils as he shuts the door behind him and walks up to Chris’s bed. 

“Bro -“ Matt cuts himself off when he removes his hands from his bloodshot eyes and sees you standing on the other side of the bed. “Nevermind.” The male mumbles as he immediately turns around and starts back for the door. As he exits the room and begins walking back upstairs, you look over at Chris who has an unreadable expression on his face. 

“I think you should go after him.” Chris says as he leans back against his headboard and slips his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants. 

“Are you serious? He left the second he saw me in here. I don't think that's a very good idea.” You say as you cross your arms. 

“Bro, get your ass up those steps and go after him.” Chris lifts his gaze up from his phone to send you a soft glare, his eyes seeming to stare daggers into your soul. 

“Alright, fine.” A soft huff escapes your lips as you drag yourself out of Chris’ room and make your way up the steps. You immediately make a beeline to Matt’s room the second you arrive upstairs and stop in front of his door. You began to anxiously play with the rings littered on your fingers as you contemplate on whether or not to go inside. Why the hell was Chris so fixed on getting you to follow Matt? Does he know something you don’t? And if so, what was it? 

After a few moments of having a small metal battle with yourself, you finally set your hand on the doorknob and walked inside Matt’s room. Your eyes immediately land on his hunched frame on the edge of the bed as the male was furiously trying to wipe the never ending stream of tears running down his face. He seemed very frustrated and you regretted your decision of letting yourself in his room when he noticed your presence and looks over at you with hooded and dark eyes. 

“What do you want?” Matt grumbles as he turns his body away to prevent you from looking at his face. 

“Just wanted to come see how you were doing. You alright?” You ask, your voice soft as you gently shut the door behind you with a soft click. 

“Why do you wanna know?” 

“Matt, don’t be like this. Come on. Is it so wrong to be worried about you after seeing you come into Chris’ room crying? Something obviously happened and I just wanna help you if possible. But if you don’t want my help or my reassurance, I’ll leave.” 

Just as you turn on your heels to leave the room, you freeze when Matt calls your name. 

“Y/N wait.” The male says. You lower your head and release your lazy grip on the doorknob before turning back around. You lift your head and you feel your heart shatter when you see Matt facing you, his eyes puffy from crying, his nose red, and his face damp with tears. 

“Oh Matt… What happened?” You ask, your legs subconsciously dragging you to go up to the male. You find yourself standing in front of Matt and you gently cup his face with a single hand, the pad of your thumb wiping away the tears on his cheeks. The male sniffles and leans into your palm, his eyes refusing to meet yours as he fixes his gaze onto the floor. 

A few beats of silence drifted between the two of you before Matt spoke up. “She broke up with me.”

The second those words registered in your head, you felt your heart skip multiple beats. “What happened? Why did she break up with you?” Matt forces his lips together and looks up at you, his blue eyes boring into yours. 

“We got into an argument. She said that I’m clearly still attached to someone else and have been oblivious about it. At first I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about but when she started explaining, it all made sense. And now I’m starting to think that I need to explain myself to this person before I lose them.” 

You suddenly feel a large lump form in your throat as you lock eyes with Matt. It seems to you like he’s in the same boat as you right now. Not exactly but y’all’s situations are very similar. But if he was in love with someone, who was is? As much as you wanted to know, you knew that it would hurt you even more if you asked. But you had to be there for him right now. 

The moment you open your mouth to question the male, Matt cuts you off. 

“Y/N I think I have some explaining to do.” Matt starts, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows dryly. 

“What?” Your voice barely comes out above a whisper as you feel your hands get sweaty. Your heartbeat begins to beat loudly in your ears and against your rib cage when the male pats the space next to him on the mattress. You hesitantly oblige and sit next to Matt, keeping a small space between the two of you. You watch silently as he wipes his eyes and face, trying to get rid of the leftover tears, before he faces you. 

The male forces his lips into a straight line as his eyes darted around to various parts of your face. Especially one place in particular. You were starting to get inpatient at this point, the suffocating silence and the way he was looking at you wanting to make you dig a hole through the floor and bury yourself alive. 

“Matt, if you're just gonna stare at me and not explain I’m gonna leave. The silence is killing me.” 

“Sorry, umm.” The male mumbles, his head falling to rest his gaze on his lap. You tilt your head to the side slightly and nudge Matt’s thigh with your knee as gently as possible to urge him to continue. You continue to watch the boy as he begins to fidget with the few rings hugging his finger. He seems anxious. Very anxious. 

“You know, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I don’t wanna push you or anything.” You say softly as you raise a hand to rest it on Matt’s shoulder. 

“No, I need to tell you.” Matt shakes his head as he looks over at you. He looks into your eyes for the moment before he clears his throat and adverts his gaze to the door behind you. “Look, I know I haven’t been the best friend and I want to apologize. I’ve been centering myself around Jas and haven’t taken the time to talk to you. I know you try to talk to me sometimes but give up because I’m not giving you my full attention. I’ve been pushing you away and I’m really sorry. I’m practically throwing away our friendship that we’ve been building since freshman year of High School and I feel horrible about it. But about what Jas told me…” 

You hum softly to let Matt know you're listening and watch as he huffs and looks back down at his lap. “She told me that she thinks that the feelings that I thought I never had for you are real and I still have them. And I think I agree with her. You’ve been running around in my mind a lot recently. A lot more than I wish you would really. I even started subconsciously rambling about how much I miss you when I’m with her. At first I thought that was normal because I haven’t seen you in so long but I think there’s more to that. I know I’ve been such a dick to you and have led you on and stuff like that but I really do think I like you. I know that might be hard to believe considering how I’ve been all over Jas recently but I just think I’ve been really confused about my true feelings. But when Jas started explaining how I react when you’re brought up in conversations and how I close myself off when I’m around you due to my nervousness, I think I’m more sure of my feelings. I know this is a lot to take in and it’s fine if you don’t believe me but-“ 

Matt gets cut off by you grabbing the collar of his hoodie and smashing his lips against yours. The male was taken aback by your sudden move but as he felt your hand creeping to the back of his neck, trying to pull him closer to you, he relaxed into the kiss and shut his eyes. His hands immediately found your sides as he dug his fingertips into the thin shirt you're wearing, the action causing a muffled whine to escape you and your body to tense underneath his touch. You’ve never craved a touch like this from someone in so long.

You felt your insides turning to mush as Matt’s hands wandered around your torso. Yalls lips moved together perfectly, as though they were missing puzzle pieces that have been lost for decades and have been finally put together. The kiss was definitely a needy one, the two of you clearly wanting this as much as the other did. 

You pushed your tongue against Matt’s lips, wanting to be let in. The male didn’t hesitate to open his mouth, a sound you would never have thought you would hear escaping him as your tongue ran across the roof of his mouth. As your tongues began to fight for dominance, you found yourself pushing your palms against Matt’s shoulders, forcing the male down to lay on his back on the mattress. He went down almost immediately at your touch and you crawled on top of him, your lips not leaving his as your frame hovered over his. 

Your body has been longing for this moment for so long. To feel his lips against yours and to draw needy sounds from his lips as you remained over him. You don’t think the kiss would take this turn so quickly but you needed him. 

Your hands began to roam underneath Matt’s shirt, his body tensing underneath your fingertips. 

“Your hands are freezing.” Matt mumbles against your lips. 

“Sorry.” You reply softly, a soft grunt escapes your lips as Matt grabs onto your hips and digs his nails into your skin. “Needy aren’t we?” 

“I know you want me as much as I do. I don’t wanna hear it.” You hum softly against Matt’s lips as one of your hands slides out from underneath his shirt and digs in his hair. The moment you took a few stands in between your fingers and pulled, an ungodly sound escapes Matt’s lips and bounces around the walls. You immediately broke away from him, a string of saliva connecting y’all’s lips as your face hovered inches above his. 

“You’re a loud one aren’t you?” You tease. Matt rolls his eyes, his face flushing as he turns his head to avoid your gaze. 

“You don’t know me.” Matt mumbles, his arms crossing over his chest. 

“I’d watch what you say when you’re under me Matty boy.” Matt’s eyes shoot over to meet your lustful ones. He goes to comment on your sudden comment but his breath hitches when your hand that’s still underneath his shirt slowly slides down and stops at the waistband of his boxers that are peeking out above his pants. You give the boy a small smile before you slide your hand out and get off him. When you seat yourself down next to Matt, a shocked and heavily flustered expression is clear on his face as he hurriedly grabs for a pillow next to him and sets it over his crotch. 

“You know, Matt.” You begin, your gaze momentarily shifting over to the pillow before it lands onto your hands. “I never lost feelings for you when I first confessed to you.” 

Matt’s jaw drops at your statement and he hurriedly pushes himself into a sitting position. “So you’ve liked me for 13 months?” The male asks as he rests back against the headboard. 

“Like is quite the understatement.” Matt’s expression falls as you force your lips into a straight line. 

“Y/N… I didn’t know that.” 

“Well obviously you didn’t because I never told you. I never did plan on telling you because you were together with Jas and I didn’t wanna risk damaging our friendship because of my feelings for you but I guess I can’t keep them to myself now. And after this happened…” You lift your hand up to rub your thumb over your plump, bottom lip. “I think it’s very clear how much I love you.” 

A few beats of silence went by before you heard the muffled sound of moving fabric next to you. Matt moves as close as he possibly can next to you and gently rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“I think I’m in love with you too.” Matt says, his voice low and soft before he lands a quick kiss on your jawline. 

“You think?” You ask as you whip your head around to look over at Matt. 

“I know I do.” The boy defends, a single hand raised in the air in surrender. A soft chuckle escapes your lips before you turn forward. “Y/N?” You hum softly as you tug at the collar of your tee, the fabric suddenly feeling very tight against your skin. 

“Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” A cheesy smile spreads across your lips as you look over at Matt. A hand raises to cup the side of his face and you bend down slightly to land a kiss on his lips. He chases your lips when you pull back after a few seconds, a pout evident on his lips before you gently smile at him. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that.” You reply, your smile growing as Matt looks up at you with a lovestruck look in his eyes. 

“Can I get another kiss please?” 

“Lemme think about it.” You raise a hand to gently tap your pointer finger against your chin, playing a fake thinking expression on your face as you force your lips together. “Will you keep your volume down if I kiss you?” 

“I just wanted another peck but I’m down for another make out. I just need you so bad right now.” 

“Do you, now?” Matt narrows his eyes at you and sends you a glare as he removes himself from your shoulder. 

“Don’t start with that bullshit. You were all over me like five minutes ago. I never knew you were the type to top someone. Always thought you were more of a bottom type.” You shrug at Matt’s comment before you grab his shoulders and force him down in his back again. 

“I’ve been keeping my feelings in for months, Matt. You don’t understand how badly I’ve been wanting this moment to happen.” 

Matt goes to open his mouth to add onto your statement but is (yet again) cut off by you smashing your lips against his. His hands immediately found your arms as you hover over him and grab the base of his neck and pull at a few stands there. Matt whines softly at the touch, his mouth opening as he does so. You take the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his mouth and begin to start a small fight for dominance. As your tongue battles with his, your knee moves the pillow covering his crotch, Matt letting out a small sound at the move. 

“I’m not doing anything dirty, Matt. Not now that is.” You mumble against his lips as your free hand slips back underneath his shirt. 

“Freezing ass hands.” Matt mumbles, tensing yet again at your cold touch. 

“Let me warm them up, pretty boy.” Matt simply hums and allows your hand to wander around his toned torso. He mimics your actions by also slipping a hand underneath your shirt, your breath hitching and your actions halting for a moment as you feel his warm hand wander around your stomach and side. Matt smiles against your lips when you stop and takes the opportunity to grab your sides and flip you onto your back, y’all’s lips momentarily breaking apart. 

“Didn’t know that a small touch would make you break that easily.” Matt teases with a smile as he hovers over you. 

“Oh shut it and kiss me.” 

“As you wish, sweetheart.” 

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[inmyheadimobsessed]

Right Through Me

pairing: riri ✘ black!reader

summary: turns out riri can't hide behind her usual wall of cocky-ness when it comes to you. (requested by @szalipcombo)

word count: 2490

contains: fluff, lots of flirting, anti rich white kid propaganda

tags: @verachii @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi @mocha-aya @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuris-whore @letitias-fav @nil-eena

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: this was really cute. i was kinda giggling the whole time. i hope i was able to do this justice, and i hope the person who requested likes it. enjoy <33

You had one thing on your mind as you practically sprinted across campus: food. It was freezing, you were starving, and your friend Riri was nowhere to be found. If you were honest, going M.I.A was one of her many gifts. And you were fine with it, usually, unless it interfered with your consumption of food. Which it did, right now.

She’d texted you about grabbing dinner after your last class, and your response was a speedy yes. But now she wasn’t replying, and you wanted to scream. You made it your mission to head right over to her garage to yell at her, then you were going to drag her by her cornrows to the nearest restaurant.

“Nah, Ima need my money right now actually.” You were about to cross the street when her voice made your ears perk up. One thing was clear to you after following the familiar sound: Riri was annoyed. It was never hard to tell when she was; she never hid it. “I told you my prices go up the longer you take to Venmo me.”

“Look man, I’m sorry.” She snatched the guy’s phone and sent the money to herself before shooting a fake smile his way. You couldn’t help your light chuckle and head shake at the sight of her in action. When she turned to leave, she spotted you, and you waved. That fake smile morphed into a genuine one as she jogged over to where you stood.

Riri stopped in front of you, beaming. You pulled her in for a hug, saying your hellos, before jokingly punching her shoulder.

“Ouch?” She laughed, rubbing the spot where you hit her, and you rolled your eyes.

Crossing your arms, you squinted at her, letting her know she was in trouble. “And was that why you didn't respond to my texts? Cause you was going at it with them white kids?”

“These white kids messing with my money, and you know that's one thing I don't play about. But I apologize, I should've responded to you.” She threw her hands up in defeat and you smiled, happy for the win.

“Come on, let's go get your mind off white people and get some food in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Riri dipped her head, grinning shyly at your words as you looped your arms together. “Man, whatever.”

Her statement implied annoyance, but you knew better. You’d known Riri for a few months, and she was probably the most entertaining person you knew on campus. Being around her always came with a laugh or two hundred. You enjoyed her presence, her energy was infectious. You liked infectious.

“Yeah, I'll just get the same thing as her, but with fries instead.” You reached for your wallet, but her soft palm blocked your hand. The contact sent a surge of something up your arm and down your spine, making you shudder.

When you looked over at her, a half-smile was lingering on her lips as she paid the man behind the counter without a word. You exhaled softly, biting back a smile of your own.

You decided to dine in, since it was cold as balls outside, and your stomach was doing somersaults inside you. There was no way you would wait until you returned to your dorm to eat.

“I'm telling you, these rich white kids work my last nerve. Pissing me off every damn day, like bruh just gimme the money when I do your shit. It's not that hard of a concept to grasp. But they wouldn't have to pay me to do their homework if they could grasp simple concepts.” Listening to her rant made you smile a little. She always got so worked up, understandably, and you found it cute.

You popped a fry into your mouth, and her eyes trailed your movement as her rambling continued. “You are single-handedly carrying everybody's academic careers on your back. Everyone wants a piece of that mega genius brain of yours, I think it's hot. They wantcha girl.”

“Shut up.” Her little giggle and blush were the cutest combo, and it was the reaction you wanted. When she was wound up like this, you always made it a point to make her smile. You liked her smile, a lot.

“Speaking of your brain…” She quirked an eyebrow at your statement, ready to protest whatever you were about to ask her.

Riri shook her head, and you laughed. “Ima gone head and pass on that, thank you.”

“But you don't even know what I was gonna say.” She rolled her eyes when you frowned.

Her hand gesture signaled for you to continue and you clapped. “Sooo I need you to help me study for my Physics final. Please, pretty please?”

“Sooo that's a no.” Riri scoffed before sipping her soda. She looked at you amused as if your question was somehow funny. “You think I got time for that? I have my own finals to study for ma, like seriously you're funny.”

“But do you really need to study? You can do all them finals with your eyes closed. Some of us are not as smart as you.”

Riri studied you, contemplating, brown eyes wandering your face. You felt the desire to shy away from her stare. The way she watched you before biting her lip made you anxious. “I mean yeah, it's not like I’m stressed about them or anything. I'm gonna pass, I know that.”

“See, you're such a lil smarty-pants! And that's why you should help me.” You pouted, and she sighed with a gentle smile. She shook her head, eyes still locked on you.

A broad grin spread across your face, knowing she would give in. The pout did it every time. You took note the first time it worked, and it's been your secret weapon ever since, sitting on your hip like a loaded gun — ready to be drawn if need be.

“What I tell you about calling me lil, see now ion even wanna help you no more.”

You chuckled. “But you are little, my little Riri. And you're a smarty-pants. Put them together, what do you get?”

You could tell she was fighting a smirk and it only made yours brighter. Your ears grew hot as you watched her, waiting on that inevitable yes.

“I'll help you I guess,” She spat with faux irritation. “Gotta go track down another one of these rich assholes, then I'm all yours.”

Your stomach buzzed as you took the last bite of your sandwich, it was hungry for something else — someone else.

The pair of you stood up to throw away your trash before heading outside. You hugged her goodbye and watched her trudge off in the frosty air. Shoving your mittened hands into your coat pockets, you couldn't hide your thrill, your smile was borderline teeth-shattering as you walked back to your dorm. Thoughts of being alone with Riri always made your insides disgustingly gooey, but you liked the feeling. You liked her.

•••

The sound of knocking at your door was one you’d been waiting on for about an hour. Riri was finally here, and so was that familiar dip in your stomach. Upon opening the door, you were instantly disappointed. A short girl was standing at your door, but it was not Riri Williams. You stared at the stranger confused.

“Uh, can I help you?”

“Yeah. Do you know Riri Williams?” You opened your mouth, but Riri spoke before your words came.

“Who are you?” She eyed the blonde girl blankly, tucking her phone in her back pocket.

The girl fumbled around in her bag for a few seconds before shoving a piece of paper toward Riri. “Um, I have to build this robotic arm by tomorrow.”

A glare containing the drippings of anger, irritation, and bewilderment consumed Riri’s features, and she shot it straight toward the girl standing in front of her. She grew paler as she watched Riri’s face contort. Even you felt a little unnerved at the sight. You knew Riri had been stressed all day, and there was no denying that this random girl was fanning a fire she lacked the means to put out. You felt no desire to help her either, you only stood in your doorway watching it all unfold.

“You just saying words at this point, cause ion know what you talking bout. Like why are you here, and if you're looking for me, why are you at my friend’s door?” Her tone was low and measured. She was trying her best not to raise the octave in her voice, but it was a struggle.

The girl cleared her throat, stepping back a little bit. Smart. “T-The arm. I–”

“And you can’t do that shit yourself?”

Her response was a stuttered mess, “A guy in my class told me you could help. I went to your room, but you weren’t there. Someone in the hallway told me I should come here because they said you’re always here. I just need it done by noon tomorrow, I can pay.”

Inappropriate as it might've been, given the scene before you, you couldn’t help but grin at the idea of others knowing Riri was always at your dorm. When they thought of her, you came to mind also. You two were a pair in the heads of others. And there it was again, that stomach dip.

“Look, I don’t know what guy told you to show up to my dorm, or who told you to come here, but that ain’t how this works. You gotta go to the website. And even still, I can’t help you anyway. I have more important things to be doing tonight.” Riri gave the girl a last once over and walked straight into your room.

You mumbled a quick sorry before closing your door and pressing your back against it. Riri had made herself comfortable on your bed, scanning over your notes, and you smiled. Her beauty still left you in awe, no matter how many times you saw her face and those pretty eyes.

“Is helping me study the important thing you have to do tonight?” You cheesed at her, watching her lift her nose out of your textbook.

“Huh?” All of that agitation melted away the moment she looked at you. Her eyes were softer now, more patient.

Pushing off the door, you strode toward her. “You told that lil white girl you have better things to be doing.”

“Ah. Well, helping you is more important than doing her work for her.”

You scooted into the spot beside her, shoulders brushing and breaths stuttering. “Well, ain't I lucky? Riri Williams turning down rich kid money to help me for free? Never woulda guessed it.”

“Bruh.” She grimaced nervously at you, and you chuckled.

The two of you spent the next hour reviewing the concepts you didn’t understand, and Riri broke them down for you. She gave you as many details as she could and quizzed you to make sure you really understood. Hiding the pride she felt when you got the answer correct was hard; you caught her smile each time. Pleasing her was always something you found yourself desperate to do, you enjoyed it.

Your eyes fixed on her mouth as she detailed something, you were no longer paying attention to the work; you only wanted to study her. Her cute nose, her full lips, the way she chewed on the pen cap when deep in thought. Seeing her mind whir up close was truly fascinating. Gears turning, wheels spinning; it was all audible from where you sat.

“You're the smartest person I know.” Your words were a whisper, and they climbed up her neck. You witnessed her shiver before she spoke.

Riri blushed sheepishly, huffing a small laugh. “Stop it.”

It was apparent your constant mention of her intelligence made her flustered, so obviously, you kept doing it. Flustered looked fantastic on her. Riri was on guard at all times, seeing her soften a little was truly an amazing sight. Seeing her soften for you — that was indescribable.

“I mean it. I really don’t know what I would do without you.” You simpered at her, bumping your shoulder into hers.

She closed the book and sat it on the floor. “Probably fail.”

Her response was a poor attempt at masking her trembling fingers and the way she was avoiding your eyes. “You’re right.”

“Starting to think you only want me for my mind, ma.” Steady were her words, and she exhaled before finally turning to face you. Deep eyes housing nothing but tenderness and care. She saved that for you alone.

You scooted closer, and she flinched a bit. “It's a perk, for sure.”

“Oh is it? Why is that?” Riri tilted her head to watch you, eyes traveling your body in search of a tell that would hint at where your thoughts were leaning. You gave her no such grace.

Pushing up, you straddled her lap, placing your legs on either side of her. Another exhale, this one long and shaky. “I like how your mind works. You're so intricate when you think, it's sexy.”

Riri rested her head on the wall, letting you tug her hands to your hips. “Sexy?”

“Mhmm.”

“Don't think I've ever been called sexy by anyone else before.” Bless her attempts to feign confidence. Nothing was working, her uneven breathing gave it all away. She was suffering under you, and you reveled at the thought.

“Good. Let's keep it that way.” Your murmur was as sweet as they came and she blinked up at you. Her eyes said everything her lips were scared to. You smirked when she broke your stare, knowing you had her right where you wanted her.

Riri squeezed your waist, and you lurched. Her own smirk broke free then. “You’re on top of me right now.”

You looked down to where your thighs hung over hers, then back at her. “Would you look at that, I am in fact on top of you right now.”

You fell into your satin pillows and rolled to face her as she did the same. Brown eyes drank you in. Riri pushed your curly bangs out of your eyes, presumably to see them better. “I don’t know how you do it, but you always manage to bring out the best parts of me, parts I try to hide. I usually take pride in being unreadable, but you see through all my bullshit.”

“I’ll never tell that secret baby. If I do, how will I get you to do whatever I want, whenever I want?”

Her grin was as big as yours as you ogled each other through half-lidded eyes, the thumping in your chest an echo of her own. It lulled you both off to sleep — mind cluttered with dreams of her.

#riri williams x black!fem!reader #lyricswriting #riri williams x fem!reader #riri williams x black!reader #myworks #ironheart x black!reader #ironheart x reader #riri x black!reader #wakanda forever #riri williams #ironheart #iron heart #black panther #dominique thorne

[watermelonsugacry]

more zayn and y/n moments?? i feel like they have the most adorable friendship everrr ❤️❤️❤️

love your work ❤️🔥

oh there's so many!

So you all know when the band first started, all Zayn would say is Vas Happening?! Well, YN's thing was always saying Aye Oh!

So whenever the cameras would point to them during their fetus era, he would throw an arm over her shoulder and they'd just yell their sayings super duper loudly while making a funny face.

...

During the band's third tour, the two of them would spend some time with their vocal coach in one of the smaller green rooms to go over their harmonies together.

The song they loved to perform together was Right Now because they shared the chorus.

So when they would hit those harmonies perfectly (like they always did), they would give each other a nod of approval, a smug look on their faces before giving each other a high five.

...

YN knew that while he usually presented himself with a hard exterior, she knew that he was a soft teddy bear once you got to know him. One of the activities that she would partake in with him was art. She knew she was shit at it, but she also knew that he loved it.

So during the long rides on the tour bus crossing from one city to another, sitting next to each other during an album signing/meet & greet, or stuck in their hotel rooms, she'd be there with a piece of paper and some type of writing utensil for them to draw whatever came to mind.

There was even an interview in 2014 when they were doing for their new book "Who We Are" where Zayn spent the majority of the time drawing on YN's arm. With a ball point pen, the beautiful mandalas he drew on her skin left her beaming and utterly speechless.

...

There's no denying the fact that those two were the most fashionable members of the band. With Zayn's cool, suave, bad boy style and YN's good girl aesthetic, photoshoots with them were easy and right on the money.

...

For the Night Changes music video, YN was the stand-in for basically all of the boys (except Liam who actually had his girlfriend on set). With each date, she took on the role with some seriousness, acting as if the boys were really taking her on a date.

For Zayn's part, YN actually dressed in a formal black dress to really get into character.

Needless to say, she really got a kick out of making her usually quiet band member laugh throughout the shoot. Like when Ben Winston directed him to offer her some of his spaghetti, she let out a playful sigh of relief, "Yes please. Do you see the sad fookin' excuse of a salad they gave meh?"

Or when her "ex-boyfriend" interrupted her date with Zayn, she actually played along and had an argument with him with a fake backstory she made up: "Johnathan?! What are yeh doing here? I told you to leave me alone. No, I'm over you. No. I'm sorry but I just can't listen to you rant about your Barbie doll collection any longer!"

And when the ex-boyfriend dumps the food on Zayn, as soon as the director yelled cut!, YN quickly got up from her seat and got all up in the building of a man's face (really his chest from how tall the actor was) and says with a deep voice, "the fook man!" But her facade lasted all but 2 seconds before her and everyone just burst out laughing.

...

Since the band's formation, Zayn always had and continues to have a soft spot for YN.

He still views her as a little sister and while they don't talk as much as they used to during their time in 1D, there's not a single birthday, holiday, anniversary, etc. that hasn't gone by without a text between the former band members.

#1dbandmember!yn #since 2010 series #1d!yn asks #1d!yn

[hopefulromances]

not necessarily from the prompt list but would u do a drabble based on a SNTV song???

Okay I had a few different ideas for this one. But I think that "Innocent" is so Jamie Tartt season 2 coded.

Also y'all are always free to send any idea you have to my inbox. Or just like... rants and ramblings. I'm always here for a vent sesh!

Jamie sat alone in the boot room, kicking his feet as he stabbed at a protein bowl. His first day back had not gone well. He spent most of the day being beaten down by his teammates. And why shouldn't they? He was a terrible person, who did terrible things. He'd ruined any chance of ever getting back with this team. Ted was right he'd burned too many bridges.

He missed being a teenager. Back when things were so easy. He'd mess up, fall over or get picked on and he'd run home to his mom. She'd scoop him up into her arms and tell him that he's still got a lot of learning to do and the had was going to be okay.

Now his mum called but he didn't answer. Couldn't get himself to. His dad called and he'd feel angry. Angry that he'd let his spite for his father ruin his life. But now he couldn't run home to mum cause somehow he'd managed to burn that bridge too.

Jamie was so in his own head he hardly noticed when you walked up to him.

"Jamie?" You prodded, gently. He looked up at you, not really seeing you. "Sorry I just... need to grab some towels."

He looked behind him and saw a stack of towel sitting on the counter behind him. He shifted over so you could grab them. You got the towels you needed and could go. But something held you back. You, like many others, had qualms with the return of Jamie Tartt. But you, unlike many others, had a soft spot for him.

You'd seen the way his father treated him. Being the one to come into the room to ask them to leave at the end of last season. Mr. Tartt was cruel to his son. Shouting at him, throwing things at him, hitting him. It made a lot of things make sense. Since he'd been back, he was different, you could tell. He was really anxious. It was iminating from every pour in his body. Even if he tried to act enthusastic.

"Jamie... you know..." You struggled to figure out exactly what you were trying to say to him. "I think... I think you're okay. I think that you just need to give them time, yeah?"

He scoffed. Not in any rude way, just unbelieveing. "Yeah... well... they've got no reason to trust me now. Why should they?"

Seeing Jamie sit there, wallowing in his own sadness, made your heart ache in a way you didn't like. It was like he was just a kid who got kicked on the playground.

"Well, I think your future is still bright," you told him, sitting next to him. "I know things are weird right now. With everyone being against you and all, but just wait and see, yeah?"

"How do you know that?'

"I don't," you admitted, shrugging. "But I get it. You were on top of the world. And you made a lot of mistakes. But who you are is not where you've been. And I think you're not that person that you were pretending to be." Jamie looked down at you, surprised at your comment. "There's more game to play, just remember that."

You gave him a smile. Despite himself, Jamie felt himself smiling, too.

"Thanks."

You're cheeks started to burn as he stared at you, a genuine smile on his face. You cleared your throat.

"Yeah, of course. Just uh," you stood, grabbing your towels and backing up towards the door. "Just know I believe in you."

You ran into the door, hitting your head. You cursed, rubbing your head, embarassment flooding your stomach. Then you gave Jamie a nod and left. Jamie couldn't believe that you were supporting him. After everything he did, he had you on his side. And with you on his side, maybe he was still an innocent.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt fanfiction #ted lasso #ted lasso show #Taylor Swift

[shiftingparadise]

I loved the way you wrote phinks 🥹 if it’s not to much to ask, could you write a brat taming scenario with him? Thank u!

I'm sorry it took so long... but it's finally here 🥺🤍 I hope everyone's doing fine. I'm sorry I'm not uploading as regularly as I used to, but I'm working on your requests. I got a request about writing a foursome with Feitan, Phinks, and Chrollo, and I'm kinda thinking about writing it into another Soft Spot sequel... Also writing a part 2 about the Mikey x Draken fic and I got a request about Gojo..; I'm so so so excited about this one 🥹. Sorry for the rant, have a great day everyone 🤍✨

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1933

“Yes”. “I understand”. “Of course”. 

“Who was that?”, you walked behind him, softly massaging his shoulders. “Boss. We need to go”. 

“We?”, you frowned, “How does he know you’re with me?”. 

You agreed to keep this a secret. Both of you agreed to it. It was better this way.

“Don’t know, don’t care”, he lifted his shoulders, “Get dressed”. “Yes sir”, you rolled your eyes at his demanding tone, “Where are we meeting?”. “He texted me the coordinates, it looks like an abandoned warehouse”. 

“Just us two or?”. “All the spiders”. “Ugh”, you let your head fall back as you slouched to your room, “That means Hisoka’s coming too”. 

“So?”, his hot breath greeted your ear as his arms wrapped around your waist. “He’s … weird. He keeps staring at me as if he’s going to hunt me down like some prey”. “You’re pretty, everyone looks at you like that”. 

You tried to ignore the dancing butterflies in your stomach or how his hands were tugging at your panties, but it was impossible. Your body was addicted to him. 

“P-phinks-“, “Ssh, it’s okay, princess”, a soft bite on your shoulder as his digits stroked over your panties, earning a soft moan in response. “How can you be this wet already?”, a smirk on his face, “We’ve fucked the entire night”. “Fuck off”, you removed his hands from your waist, “I need to get dressed”. 

--- 

“Hm, delicious”. 

You tried to ignore the magician’s low grunt behind you. Even though you were more than able to protect yourself, Hisoka never failed to send shivers down your spine. You’ve killed, tortured, hunt down others, but Hisoka’s blood thirst was unmatched. 

“What?”, Phinks gritted his teeth, “What’s delicious, clown?”. “Calm down”, Feitan’s cold voice broke through the silence, after all, everyone knew whom Hisoka was talking about. 

“Hm, you’re right Fei”, a shimmer in Hisoka’s eyes as he played with his cards, “But don’t worry. No fighting between members. Right, Y/N?’. 

“Shut it”, a snappy response that caused a smirk on his face. “My, my, what a brat”, slow footsteps approaching you, “Want to have dinner tonight?”. “So, you can kill me?”, you slowly stood up from the rubble you were sitting on. 

“Why would I kill you?”. 

He was taller than you, a lot taller, but that didn’t faze you. You were angry. 

“Fuck off, Hisoka”, a soft push against his shoulder, “I don’t care what the rules are, you’re not one of us. I know you had something to do with Uvo’s death-“. “Careful, little butterfly. That’s quite an accusation”. 

It was never this quiet. Not once. Everyone was staring at the two of you, probably already betting on who would win the fight. 

“Try me”, once again a push against his shoulder, “Fight me. Do it”. “Y/N, stop before boss’ here”, Phinks’ voice reached your ears. 

“Are you flirting with me?”, Hisoka chuckled, his card pressed against your chest, “Does the little butterfly want to dance with me?”. 

This was it. You were going to snap. All the rage, all the hurt, … You were going to kill that clown. 

“Enough”, Phinks’ hand wrapped around your wrist, just in time to prevent you from hitting Hisoka. “Move”, your eyes locked with the blonde. “I said enough”, his grip tightened. “Tsk”, you angrily pulled away, “Fuck off, both of you”. 

--- 

“So, Feitan and I need to get these… and Phinks and Hisoka those?”, your eyes darted towards Chrollo. “That’s right”, a cold smile on his face. “What about the others?”. “They’re going to investigate something”. 

“Ready, Fei?”, you looked into his crescent-shaped eyes. “Yes”, a short reply. “Well, see you tomorrow”, you raised your hand into the air, “Remember, no fighting”. 

You hated Phinks right now. How could he stop you? It served him right that he was paired with that clown. 

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“How long have you been sleeping with her?”, Hisoka let his head rest against the car seat. “Shut up”, the blonde tightened his grip around the steering wheel. “I can only imagine how pretty she looks with cum dripping out of her”. 

Silence. Phinks couldn’t answer. He couldn’t. 

“Does she make a good toy? You see, I’ve been wondering if she’s submissive or-“. 

“Shut up”, Phinks’ voice shaking. 

“Would you mind if I slept with her?”, Hisoka held out a card in front of him, “I don’t know if I can contain myself any long-“. 

“Touch her, and I’ll kill you”. 

He wasn’t normally like this. So, in control of his anger, but he couldn’t give that clown what he wanted. 

“Ah, so you are sleeping with her. I can’t blame you, but as I said… I don’t know if I can contain myself any longer. After all, I was just teasing you. I know how she feels. I know how she begs for more”. 

“You’re a fucking creep”. 

“Have you ever asked her? If she slept with anyone else from the Troupe? I suggest that you do”. 

“Shut up”, his heartbeat going faster with every second that passed. 

“I still remember the way she tastes. Sweet, like candy, with a hint of mint. Delicious”.

You wouldn’t. You’d never sleep with Hisoka. Phinks knew you hated that clown more than anything. 

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“W-what?”, you lazily opened one eye, “Who’s there?”. 

3 AM? Who the hell was knocking at your door? No one knew you were staying in this room. Ah right, no one, except for Phinks. 

“Phinks, I swear to God I’m going to kill you-“. 

“Did you sleep with Hisoka?”, he walked past you, “Did you sleep with that fucking clown?”. 

“Excuse me?”, you chuckled while closing the door. 

“You heard me”, he gritted through his teeth. 

“No”.

“Liar”, within a second Phinks, pinned you against the wall, “He knew the way you tasted, the way your left leg shakes when you’re coming…”. 

God, you were going to kill Hisoka. Yes, you’d slept with him, but that was before he even joined the Troupe. It was a stupid one-night stand, and you were so drunk that you barely remembered anything. 

“He wasn’t even in the Troupe then”, you rolled your eyes, ignoring the fire in his eyes. “Tsk”, he clicked his tongue, “You’re a little whore. Sleeping with someone like that clown”. “Shut up, Phinks”, you tried to get away from his grip, but he was stronger than you. You knew that. 

However, you were smarter. In a fight, you’d easily kill him, but when it came to brute strength… 

“Who else did you sleep with? Feitan? Shalnark? Did you sleep with boss too?”. 

“Get off me”. 

“I asked you a question”, his hands wrapped around your jaw, forcing you to look at him, “Who else did you open your legs for?”. 

Why? Why were you getting wet? You could feel it. The burning sensation, the way your legs were rubbing against each other… 

“No one”, his hand still wrapped around your wrists above your head, “No one, I swear”. 

“But you did for Hisoka? Did he feel good? Was he better than me?”. 

“N-no”, you shook your head. 

“Liar, you came. You came all over that clown’s dick”. 

“I-“, “No”, Phinks interrupted you, “You only get to talk when I tell you to, got it?”.

He was always in control, but never like this. You liked it though. The way he talked down to you, the way his nails were digging into your soft skin… 

“You’re mine, Y/N. You’re addicted to me, and I was so, so proud of you. I was so proud when you were shaking for me, when there were tears in your eyes because you took me so well… But how can I be proud of someone who fucked a clown? Huh?”. 

You couldn’t help it. You really couldn’t. 

“Are you smiling?”, confused eyes looked into yours, “Do you think this is funny?”. “I don’t know Phinks, you tell me”. 

Wrong move. 

“Tsk, brat”, his grip around your jaw tightened as he pulled you towards your room, “I’m going to sit down, and you’re going to strip for me, got it?”. 

“I’m only wearing a shirt, I was sleeping, remember?”. 

“Do I look like I care?”, his arms resting on his knees, “Strip”. 

“Ugh, fine”, you rolled your eyes. 

“Rolling your eyes, huh?”, he stood up, pulling you close, “You want to be a brat? Fine. I’ll make sure you listen to me like a good, little girl once this night is over”. 

“Huh?”, your eyes widened when pushed you onto your knees. “Don’t look so surprised and open your mouth”. “Phinks-“, “Ssh”, he gently stroked your cheek, as his lips hovered over your ear, “Cherry. That’s the safeword, got it?”. “Hm”, you loudly swallowed, heart racing. You loved this. The way he forced you on your knees, the way he treated you like his property.

“Show me that I’m better than that clown, can you do that?”. “I-I can”, you shyly pulled his familiar green pants down. “Aw, what’s that? Were you so shy when Hisoka fucked you? Come on, make me proud”. 

Minutes later you were a mess. Legs shaking while the blonde pinned you down on the mattress, your face pressed into a pillow. 

“Huh? What’s that?”, his fingers tangled in your hair, “Want to come?”. “P-please”, a muffled moan was all you could manage. “Please who?”. “P-please Phinks-“, “Please who?”, a soft nibble in your ear as he kept thrusting. “P-please master”, you shyly responded. “Hm, that’s a good girl. Now, what did I tell you?”. 

“H-huh?”, with big eyes you looked over your shoulders. “You really are a dumb little plaything, aren’t you? Your hand”, the blonde pulled out as he nodded towards your arm, “Where did I tell you to keep it?”. 

“R-right sorry”, you hastily placed your hand in between your legs. “Tsk, on your back”, big hands easily flipped you over, “Sorry, who?”. “Sorry master”. “Hm, good girl”, a small kiss on your temple, “I’ll forgive you if you come with me”. “Hm”, an innocent nod as you placed your hand in between your legs. “Want me to come? Want me to paint that bratty smirk off your face?”.  

“I-inside, please”, your head turned to the side, ashamed of your neediness. “Fuck, you never asked me that before”, his hand wrapped around your cheeks, “Want me to come inside? Want me to fill you up?”. 

“P-please master”. 

“Fuck, look at you. So submissive, so adorable, so f-fucking perfect”. “Please, want you to come inside master”. “Again”, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “P-please Phinks, I want you to breed me, to train me, to make me yours, completely. I w-want you to be proud of me”. 

“If you come with me, I’ll be so, so, so proud of you”. “I-I’m coming-“, “Ssh, it’s okay. I-I’m coming too. Look at me, okay? Don’t you dare look away”. 

Sex with Phinks was always good, but this was something else. Your body was shaking, drops of sweat dripping from the blonde’s temple as he let his head fall in the space between your neck and shoulder… 

“Fuck”, a heavy breath, “You’re something else”, a small kiss on your cheek. “Want to take a shower together?”, his black eyes staring at your tired ones. “W-would you mind if we stay like this for a while? I’m exhausted”, you chuckled while stroking through his hair. “I could stay like this forever”, his arm wrapped around your waist, “But seriously, Hisoka? What the hell were you thinking?”. “I wasn’t”, a smirk on your face as you let your eyes fall shut. 

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