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what would you recommend I watch after riverdale now…I have nothing…it was the only show
No literally it was the only show…. Truly nothing else compares or will ever compare.
THAT SAID. WATCH DEGRASSI: THE NEXT GENERATION (and its sequel series Degrassi Next Class. You could also watch the original Degrassi series from the 80s but I haven’t watched those so can’t vouch for them). there are like 400 episodes so it’ll keep you busy. The Degrassi franchise invented teen drama. It’s obviously more grounded than Riverdale and has a majorly different feel since the actors are all teens but Degrassi is my other television best friend. It also has really off the rails storylines that still have strong emotional heart and beautiful amazing delightful characters. Also Fiona Coyne ran so Cheryl Blossom could fly (mean crazy rich girl to lesbian pipeline with dubious means to acquiring wealth and hijinks related to organs and questionable relations to her twin brother.) if you’re in Canada I think all eps are still free on YouTube and I think it’s free on Pluto elsewhere.
otherwise I also recommend Yellowjackets. I know there are people who scoff and roll their eyes at Riverdale yet love Yellowjackets and they’re wrong I think they are kindred spirits in many ways. Also Doctor Curdle Jr and Donna Sweett are there in both shows. I know some people got bored of yj partway thru and tbh I think bingeing it does it a disservice and makes it feel draggy so take ur time
in a completely different vein I also recommend Derry Girls bc it’s one of my fave shows ever. It’s like if Always Sunny were all teenage girls in 1990s Ireland
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THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT | EP. 4 ON ALL FOURS
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
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“Don’t tease me,” he warns you, looking at you again. “You’re gonna regret this. Otherwise I’m gonna have to put you in your place until you shut that bratty mouth.”
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[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [ softdom minho, corruption kink, fingering, oral f receiving, edging, slight brat reader and brat tamer minho, slight sir kink, reader gets called a slut but combined with lots of praise ], consumption of alcohol, jealousy, mention of cheating
[ words ]: 6.9K
[ note ]: thank you once again for the INSANE support. I hope you like this chapter. Make sure to reblog, comment or send an ask my way. I’d be very grateful for it. Lots of love to y’all 🌸
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A comfortable feeling is hugging your skin, the fluffiest fabric attached to your upper body, it almost makes you fall back asleep. However, you lost count how many alarms have been echoing through your bedroom by now and something drags you to finally stand up. Your eyes shoot open, telling you it’s time to get ready for your first class—while you curse yourself for choosing courses at early hours knowing damn well you hate getting up before 10 or at all.
When your eyes peek down to the material that’s covering your form, you witness a colour you don’t see on you that often. You’re wearing a new sweater.
Minho’s sweater.
Midnight blue suits you more than you would have expected and you wish you could wear said clothing for the rest of the day until you realise you have to leave the house and go to campus. Right. You grab a fresh towel and a dress with a pastel purple pattern on it, search for your fitting grape earrings and make your way to the bathroom. The hot shower does wonders to your delusional brain that’s been drifting in all the directions of how last night ended. The way you were sitting in Minho’s lap, the beautiful whimpers that made it past his lips and right into your ears or how he looked at you with those big brown boba eyes, silently begging for more. You’ve totally underestimated yourself by a thousand levels. You’ve never imagined to have such an impact on a man, certainly not Minho of all.
And it plays evil games with both your mind and your heart. Sure, you’ve been physically attracted to Minho before all that. Who isn’t, right? However, only within seventy two hours, this has grown into an avalanche that you fear you won’t be able to stop if you don’t slow down a little and hit the brake paddle soon. You’re not even friends, although you feel comfortable around him the way you do when you’re with Felix or Jisung. Apart from the fact that they haven’t been knuckles deep inside your pussy and you haven’t granted them a mind-blowing orgasm just with your hand.
Okay. Slow down. The brake paddle. A splash of cold water—thanks to how old this building is, which ends in a sudden change of temperature whenever your neighbours must be taking a shower too—brings you back to reality. Until you think about the deeper meaning of all this. Sure, it’s one thing that Minho is helping you with your little physical issues. But then again—he gave you his sweater. He made dinner for you twice. He went to an ice rink with you because you mentioned it once.
And you’re nothing better. After forgetting to text him the other day, the first urge your silly little heart experiences is to buy food for the both of you, spontaneously visit him and spend time with him. You don’t understand why you haven’t gotten along with him these past three years. Well, he’s been constantly teasing you, of course, but why is he suddenly so entirely different whenever it’s just the two of you alone?
You’re still strong. You’ve got enough power left to not think further about the consequences of a mess you willingly created. You love Hyunjin. You’ve been in love with him for years. A few evenings spent with Minho won’t change that, right? It’s definitely just the sign, a little challenge, that’ll end in you realising even more that Hyunjin is the right one for you. Although it should in fact be a sign that you’re constantly thinking about your enemy and haven’t even wasted a second dreaming about the date yesterday that you had been waiting for for six months…
Pushing this inner monologue as if you are the main character in some Ancient Greek drama aside, you hop out of the shower, finding the mirror all foggy. One day when you finish college you’ll hopefully have enough money to afford an apartment with a bathroom that has a window. You slip into your underwear, socks and the colourful dress, before you put your hair in a comfortable style for a long day of college classes.
“Y/N, good morning. How’re you?”
You’re back in the hallway and already putting on your shoes when you fully register that Felix is talking to you. “Fine! In a bit of a rush but fine. You too?”
“Hmm, I wanted to ask something,” your roommate says, his lower lip caged between his teeth. He looks a bit nervous and your heartbeat instantly quickens. You dearly hope he hasn’t caught up on the thing going on between Minho and you.
“Better make it quick, Lixie,” you tell him, both because you are actually in a rush but also want to avoid any drama in the morning—or at all.
“It’s just… we can discuss this further later… but Jisung said something the other day when I played video games with him,” he starts.
You look at your best friend confused, “Jisung? What’s with him?”
“Well not with him but… he has noticed you not being here that often. Maybe you’re studying a lot since it’s your last year and all but… it almost seems like you sneak out and come back late at night,” he speaks with a low and quiet voice.
“Lixie… I…”
They’ve noticed. They’ve noticed the lies and all the secret things you’re doing behind their back with Minho. They’ve noticed that their friend has invited you over three days in a row. They’ve noticed that you have a contract that states Minho will teach you everything regarding kissing, touching and all that comes beyond that. They’ve noticed— 
“We were just wondering if you either are already back together with Hyunjin and didn’t tell us because we saw you coming back in a man’s sweater last night that probably belongs to him but then again you told Jisung you’d be going out with a friend to campus… so… perhaps you found other friends that are better than us?”
Your heart drops. Oh, God, this is seriously the last thing you wanted. This is awful. You haven’t even thought that far that your two friends would probably search for the reason for your odd behaviour by questioning if they’ve done anything wrong. So, you instantly pull Felix into a tight hug, as you reassure him it’s nothing like this.
“Baby, no… I haven’t. No one could ever replace you and I only need you. I’m so sorry, really. It’s just a lot going on but I swear I will always be honest with you, no secrets.” Lie number one. “And, yes, the sweater belongs to Hyunjin. I wore it because it got cold last night.” Lie number two.
You notice a huge weight dropping off your roommate’s shoulders and then a bright smile follows, his eyes turning into crescents, “I’m glad to hear that you’re finally getting together. I’ve always known he’s the one for you, Y/N.”
“I’ve gotta go now,” you end the conversation, blaming it on the fact you’re late yet again and not that you’re not sure anymore if what Felix says is true.
What would you know about truth? You’ve been lying to your closest friends for half a week now.
Felix is a bit startled but he doesn’t question it. “Sure, have a nice day.”
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“I’m so happy to meet you,” Areum says, pulling you into a hug. Yes, you agreed on getting breakfast with her, both because you kind of don’t trust her, unsure what her true intentions are but you’re also very hungry after your 8AM class.
“I’m happy too, how are you?”
The two of you sit down at a table close to a window of this cute little café that you’ve been to so many times, after ordering at the front. “I’m great! I love your dress by the way. The colour really suits you and”—her mouth falls agape—“the earrings! They match perfectly, you’ve got such a lovely style.”
You seriously can’t read her. Still, you mumble a small ‘thank you’, hoping to not sound too awkward. There’s so much you want to ask her, most of the questions revolving around Minho, yes, but you don’t know her that well enough to do so. And something tells her she might feel the same, judging by how shy she suddenly gets when the conversation dies down.
“I know talking about exes isn’t the best thing,” she starts and you’re glad she’s doing so, especially with that topic, “but I’m truly sad that we’ve never gotten introduced to each other. I know Jisung and some of Minho’s friends from dance practice—Yeonjun and Hyunjin—but I’m more of a girl’s girl and rather hang out with women, especially when it’s about friendships, you know?”
Oh. That surprises you.
Two things, to be specific. Given the circumstances that Areum is speaking the truth, of course.
She calls herself a girl’s girl. Perhaps, to make you trust her or she’s actually being honest. You don’t know her enough to evaluate that but you hope it matches reality. This is something that’s truly important to you when it comes to—developing—friendships.
Second, she knows Hyunjin. Minho has introduced her to Hyunjin. Now you’re the one who wishes to have more female friends because this way you could have asked them for boys advice years ago. But instead you are left with a roommate that has a crush on his gym buddy, a nerd that only knows how to talk to women online and… well… your enemy that is indeed giving you tips but not in that way Areum or another girlfriend could.
Hopefully, she isn’t hiding behind a mask and you can perhaps ask her for advice soon. Because you damn sure will need it after the roller coaster this week has been. Of course, by leaving out the details that you’ve been messing around with her ex boyfriend.
“I get what you mean! I’m only ever hanging around with my male friends, I wish I had more female ones too. Some topics can be discussed easier with women than with… them.”
She chuckles, “You understand me. It might be a shame that Minho never told me about you”—you start to keep wondering why—“but destiny still brought us together, right?”
Talking to Areum feels strangely natural. As if you’ve known each other for years. You’re not the most similar, but your differences are what complements you.
“So, tell me, Y/N… are you someone that dates a lot?”
Oh, not the topic you hate the most. Perhaps, that’s why you only have a handful of friends and only ever stick to your chaotic group because they don’t talk about dating issues that often. For someone who lacks experience in that fiel big time, there’s nothing more annoying than getting asked the same questions over and over again.
“No, not really,” you admit.
Areum breathes out, “Thank God—I mean, you do you. But with other friendships I had in the past, especially when I was younger, they only ever talked about their dates and men problems.”
This can’t be. She completely understands you. Perhaps, Areum and you are something like platonic soulmates.
Okay, tone it down, Y/N, or do you want her to know that you’re a little bit of a weirdo who only hangs out with other weirdos?
“I relate so much…” you admit.
Areum gives you a soft smile, “Still, I unfortunately have a crush on someone right now but I’m sure it’s nothing serious. So nothing much to talk about.”
However, this catches your ears. Is she possibly not over Minho yet? This would be a disaster. It’s bad enough that you are becoming friends with a girl whose ex boyfriend is (almost) having sex with you, no strings attached. But you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if Areum still had feelings for him.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, it’s someone I’ve known for a while but we met again last night at the semester opening party,” she says, gently biting her lower lip.
Oh, right. You totally forgot that there was this party on campus last night, way too busy stroking your enemy’s dick, huh?
But, wait—this kind of shrinks the possibilities. Maybe Minho went to said party after your evening spent together. He could have gone to campus after bringing you home but last time you checked he isn’t really someone who attends festivities like these. But maybe he ignored that and went there for Areum. A weird feeling spreads through your stomach at the thought of it but you push it aside. It could be possible, though, and perhaps your new friend isn’t comfortable enough yet to confess that she’s still in love with her ex which would explain her cryptic way of speaking.
“I’ve got a crush on someone too… for some time,” you confess now all of a sudden hoping it will establish some trust. “We went on a date but we will be taking no all this slowly, you know?”
“That’s lovely,” Areum says with a smile that looks genuine. “If you ever feel comfortable talking more about it or need some advice, you know where to find me.”
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You’re still thinking about the conversation with Areum once afternoon strikes you. Wednesdays this year seem to be extraordinarily busy but that’s okay. It’s your last semester after all. You’re on your way to your last lecture of the day, when a detail from earlier hits you again.
What if Minho actually met Areum last night? What if they are becoming a thing again? You should be happy, right? Well, except for the fact that he’d be breaking the contract but you went on a date with Hyunjin too. Your head keeps confusing you, until you get on your way back home, still thinking about the possibility of Areum and Minho as a couple and what it does to your dumb little heart.
You’re soaking up your useless and irritating thoughts, until your phone screen brightens while you’re on the subway. Great. Hyunjin finally texted you back. You asked him if he wanted to go to one of the art exhibitions on campus tomorrow. Unlocking your device, you read the message.
[ Hyunjin ]: Hey, angel ❤️ I’m so sorry but a friend I haven’t seen in a while already asked me to go there together. How about we go to the flea market together on Friday? 
You send your crush a quick reply, wondering if there’s more behind this message than what he says. But you brush those ideas off, since you’re done with your brain messing with you. Not everyone wants to be the bad guy in your story and you should understand that. Everything’s alright. You’re gonna go home, make yourself some nice dinner and later go to Minho’s place for another study session.
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After a quick shower, you change into a similar looking dress from what you wore for uni, before adjusting your makeup a little. You’re invited to Minho’ apartment once again, patiently waiting for another one of his lessons until you’re interrupted by your phone making a second, indicating you received a message. You pick up the device and read the text.
[ Minho ]: Hey, there’s one small issue about tonight. My little sis is still at my place. She was actually meeting up with some friends but they cancelled and there’s also a bunch of course work she has to get done so she’s staying here. Should we reschedule or do you have a different idea?
That’s a bummer. However, your roommates told you they’d be away tonight, as if you’ve got this all planned.
[ You ]: you can come to my place too. felix said he is leaving for the studio later with jisung. so it shouldn’t be an issue.
Problem solved. Minho sends you a quick reply back and a few minutes later, you’re ready for the night and make your way to the living room. You plop down on the sofa, watching some random show on Netflix, while you wait for your tutor to arrive. Half an hour passes and you receive another notification telling you he will be here soon.
Then the front door swings open. Wait. Minho doesn’t have a key for the apartment, how did he make it inside?
“It’s just us, Y/N,” you hear Felix’s voice, “Chan and Changbin postponed our meeting at the studio by like one or two hours.”
Fuck. You instantly grab your phone from your dress’s pockets and open the chat with Minho. Just when you’re about to send the text you hastily typed into the device, the bell rings. And faster than you’re able to react in any way, your best friend is already swinging the door open, revealing a very confused Minho.
“Min, what are you doing here?” Felix asks.
“I’m… Jisung forgot something at my place,” he lies, before his eyes find yours, as you desperately try to hide the panic swirling around in yours.
But, okay. He’s improvising and managing this situation quite well.
“Nothing new. Why don’t you come in? We wanted to order food,” your roommate offers. Jisung is still in the bathroom so he doesn’t notice that his best friend is here right now.
Minho nods, “Uhm, sure. You don’t have any plans tonight?” A subtle way of finding out why the hell your roommates are here when you told him that you’d be alone.
“Oh, we’re going to the studio later but Chan and Changbin need some more time so we still got an hour or so…” Felix explains, shrugging his shoulders, before he reaches for his phone and opens some delivery app.
“Cool,” Minho replies. “Yeah. I can just go back home when you leave, too.”
Suddenly, your roommate turns around to you, “Y/N? Is that okay for you?”
“S-Sure,” you stammer.
Twenty minutes later the food arrives and the whole group is sitting on the couch and chairs revolving around the little table in the middle. There’s some music playing in the background, coming from the TV. 
“Let’s play a drinking game, friends,” Jisung suddenly says, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head.
One of your eyebrows rises up, “Drinking game?”
“It’s our last year, isn’t it?”
Whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean. But Jisung has always had the stupidest and most random ideas.
“Fine,” Felix says, getting up and bringing an empty bottle from the kitchen as well as some soju and a few shot glasses. “Let’s do some Truth Or Drink, hm?”
Jisung’s eyes get filled with stars, “Good idea!” He fills the little jars with the transparent liquid while you dearly pray the question you will be receiving won’t be as bad as you expect. Getting drunk isn’t quite what you anticipate right now but luckily, the food you ordered will work as a great base to stay relatively sober.
The first few rounds are pretty bearable. Some innocent questions about past crushes, the most embarrassing things you’ve done—although Jisung is clearly leading in this category—or some forbidden stuff you did when you were teenagers. Everything okay. Until your temporary roommate decides to change the route a little and the questions turn rather spicy. 
“How far have you gone with Changbin, Lix?” he asks, having a smirk all over his face.
Your best friend rolls his eyes, “You already know this. Not far. He’s touched me a few times during gym sessions to adjust my posture but that wasn’t anything sexual from his side. Although it was more than nice, I must admit. Have you seen that man’s arms?!”
Yeah. You’ve all seen. Felix mentions it at least once every two hours. Your best friend is already in a great party mood thanks to the fact he is playing this game in a truth and drink version but you don’t mind. Until it makes him become a bit more creative with his own questions too.
“How’s it going with your crush, Sungie?” he asks and the atmosphere in the room turns even funnier. It’s hilarious how these two rile each other up.
“Not that much going on, bro. We’re in the same hopeless situation. However, just a few minutes ago when I went to the kitchen and grabbed another soju bottle, she sent me a pic wearing only red lingerie,” Jisung says with a wink.
“But you still don’t know what she looks like and what her real name is.”
Jisung scoffs, “Yes, and? We’re taking things slow.” He knows that this is a lie and he’s just too shy to make the next move. The girl he’s been talking to online after playing video games with her for literal months seems to have a good effect on her—if your friend just wasn’t so socially awkward and slightly inexperienced to finally gather up enough courage to ask her out in the real world. But you definitely aren’t someone to judge that case.
The bottle gets spun again, sprinting around in circles until it comes to a halt and lands on you.
“Y/N…” Jisung starts with a wide grin, “you and Hyunjin, huh? How’s it going? Are the rumours true? That he’s unbelievably good in bed?”
You obviously don’t know and also don’t wanna know where the hell Jisung has that information from. But then again, little Miss Gossip Girl has his nose everywhere so it doesn’t surprise you. When you shift your gaze around in the room, you find Minho’s face as neutral as ever. Of course. You wonder if the day may come when he will show the tiniest sign of emotions but then you remember that you achieved exactly this last night. Even if said emotion was pure lust. But it still counts.
Your eyes wander further, finding your enemy’s hands gripping the blanket underneath him, as if he’s trying to control his anger. His jaw is clenched now and if you weren’t so focused on checking him out, you’d realise that Felix is noticing the silent conversation between his friend and you, too.
“Y/N?” Jisung asks again, bringing you back to the room.
“Ah, right. I can’t tell because we… we haven’t gone that far yet,” you confess.
A few more rounds follow, most of them being Jisung’s turn because bad luck is on his side tonight but he withstands any embarrassment and drinks from time to time. The one hour they talked about is almost over, until the bottle’s tip points at Minho.
Jisung smirks, his long awaited question already pricking on his tongue, “What’s your favourite position, Min?”
Your enemy chuckles, still entirely sober just like you. However, he’s hypnotised enough by your sole presence, that his gaze locks with your own, when he says, “I like when she’s on top… but I’d say my fave is when she’s on all fours, you know? This way I can thrust into her harder… pull her hair a little… spank her ass.”
The two other men instantly nod, relating in some way or another with what their friend said and you hope they haven’t caught up on the fact of how Minho’s eyes are fixated on yours. That bastard is teasing you again. He’s trying to get a reaction out of you, for whatever reason.
Jisung receives a message from Chan a second later and all three get up, taking care of the mess in the living room.
“We won’t be long, baby,” Felix says, pulling you into a tight hug as if you are an old couple. Minho looks at you confused, jealousy bubbling up in his chest once again although there is seriously no reason. Your best friend and you are like siblings and apart from that, he has a crush on his gym coach. Even though it seems a bit hopeless.
“Take care, yeah?”
A minute later, all three of them exit the apartment and you drop down on the sofa again, waiting for a sign from Minho. Until you hear a sound coming from your phone.
[ Minho ]: I’ll be back in 5 minutes.
Three hundred seconds later—sharp—he rings the doorbell and you let him in. He takes off his shoes and hands you a plastic bag. You take it and peak inside, finding two green cans.
“Grape juice?” you ask.
Minho nods, following you to your room, “Yeah. I thought it suits your earrings, and something non-alcoholic after that weird round of this game is a good idea.”
You ignore the fact that neither Minho nor you were even taking a single sip from the soju earlier, but you try your best to hide the ridiculous smile that’s trying to make it up to your face.
Minho steps inside, having a good overview of the four walls you spend your most time surrounded by. It’s a lot more colourful than his apartment but he thinks it matches you. Flowers over flowers and posters and stickers on the wall, the glittery tapestry shimmering because of the dim LED–lights makes this so cosy, he wants to move in right away.
“I’m glad we could still plan things tonight,” you say, sitting down on your bed and telling him to join you. Minho opens the cans for you, before he hands you one of the grape juices. You take a sip, the sugar instantly filling your whole mouth before you place the metallic object aside.
“Me too.” Because I love spending time with you and tonight just showed me I want you all to myself. “Glad that worked out.”
The conversation dies down at this point, the two of you are just sitting next to one another, before the thoughts are hitting you again. Not just any thoughts and certainly not those confusing ones from earlier but you keep thinking back to what Minho said about his favourite position and what it did to you—or well, to your pussy, to be honest.
And by now you’re convinced he’s a mind reader. He must be. Otherwise, he wouldn’t chuckle, when he asks, “What’s going on in that little distracted head of yours, hm? Hyunjin?”
Why should Hyunjin be on your mind right now? “N-No. Not Hyunjin.”
“That’s good,” Minho says, the tip of his tongue gliding over his upper teeth, “because I should be the only thought inside your head when you’re with me.”
You gulp. Where the hell is this going?
“Because you need to focus, you know,” he quickly adds, covering his own nervousness.
“Is that so?” you ask, cocking your head.
“Hmm, you’re the best student I’ve ever had.”
You giggle, “What? Are you doing this as a side business, hm?”
He ignores your teasing. “Spit it out, Y/N. What’re you thinkin’ about?”
You don’t wanna say it. But you want him to know, if that makes any kind of sense. You’re a bit embarrassed about it, that’s why. When Minho talked about some of the stuff he’s fantasising about or has done with other women in his life so far—making you wonder if some described scenes were about Areum—there wasn’t only a bit of jealousy running through your veins. The most prominent feeling was arousal.
You get that he’s so gentle with you given the fact that he wants you to experience all these steps in a much softer way and you wouldn’t miss it for the world. But the idea of Minho just grabbing you, manhandling you and throwing you around to his liking, using you for his own pleasure while he guides you to another one of those mind-blowing orgasms, might make you forget your own name if you think about it for too long.
So, you gather up all the courage you have and speak. “I… The things you said earlier during the game… about your favourite positions and being rough… I-I kinda…”
He smirks, “You want me to go rougher, baby? Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
Minho closes much of the distance between you, crawling towards you, before he’s almost hovering above you.
“I… I liked how you talked about those fantasies…” you confess.
His hand finds your face, grabbing your jaw, “Hm, you did?”
You nod. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything, Y/N,” he says with the softest voice.
“Have you… have you ever imagined having me in a position… l-like you described?”
You don’t even know where your confidence is coming from but Minho seems to like it.
He chuckles, “Oh, you’d love to know, huh? I have, yeah. I’m not gonna lie to you. But I’ve gotta promise that this still has to wait, yeah?”
“Why?”
“Well, only good girls deserve to get what they ask for and you’re not there yet,” he adds, his tone dropping lower, while his thumb starts caressing your cheek.
You gulp, “I’m… not? I’m a good girl for you, Min.”
He closes his eyes so that you’re not able to see how they roll to the back of his head. Minho can feel his cock twitch inside his pants, growing uncomfortably harder.
“Don’t tease me,” he warns you, looking at you again. “You’re gonna regret this. Otherwise I’m gonna have to put you in your place until you shut that bratty mouth.”
You click your tongue, “You make it sound like a threat…”
And that’s all he needs to make him want to tame the brat that you’re pretending to be just for him. Minho’s lips collide with your skin, roaming over your jawline, neck and wandering even further. He’s fast to sneak his hands under your dress, finding you without tights this time given the warmer weather and the fact you’re at home. In your room. On top of your bed. Minho has desperately tried to not bring you to his own bed these past three nights, knowing damn well his heart wouldn’t survive the smell of you that would still linger on his sheets long after you’re gone, just reminding him that nothing the two of you are doing is even remotely close to being real.
So, he’s been avoiding it. But of course, this strategy doesn’t work when you’re at your place and you’re sharing your apartment with two other guys, one of them temporarily crashing on your couch in the living room. Minho tries his best to push those thoughts aside, his fingers traveling right between your legs which you obediently part for him to give him better access to your very much drenched underwear.
He chuckles, before he pulls the fabric aside. His eyes find your own and when you give him a quick nod, his fingertips slide under the material, finding your clit without hesitation.
“Feels good, Min,” you confess, letting him play with you.
“She can be a good girl after all, hm? So much easier than teasing me, isn’t it?”
You hastily nod again, letting out a moan in agreement. Still, this isn’t enough for him. You won’t get away with it this quickly.
“Then go on, baby. On all fours for me, yeah?”
You gulp but follow suit. You’re a bit confused where this is leading to but you trust him.
“Don’t worry, yeah?” he adds, when he sees the slight worry in your eyes. “One step at a time. I want to touch and taste you, if that’s alright with you.”
You answer by arching your back a bit, leaning forward as your skirt rides up and exposes your soaked underwear. Minho hisses, his tongue wetting his lips before he makes quick work and slides down the ruined fabric. Your pussy looks pretty like this—you look absolutely adorable like this, even better than in all those fantasies he’s had about you, when he touched himself to the thought of you being in a position like this for him only. And now he’s got you right where he wants you.
You spread your legs further, before you feel sweet little kisses erupt on your lower back, before they wander over your ass. Minho’s hand lands between your thighs again, his fingers circling around your glistening entrance. He’s teasing you, just like you did earlier with your words.
“Min, please, n-need them inside of me,” you whine but he’s kind enough to grant you that wish. He pushes one of the digits inside, just like two days ago, thrusting it in and out of you. Your walls immediately start clenching around him, before you tell him to add another one. You’re extraordinarily demanding tonight but he’d do anything for his princess, after all. Yes, correctly. You belong to him. You just don’t know it yet. Although your subconsciousness has already caught up on it by now.
Minho’s fingers are spreading you open and soon two turn into three, as a squelching sound is echoing through the room. It feels so good, you’re already on the verge of tasting the stars in front of your eyes.
Until Minho pulls out of you.
“Why… what?” is all your foggy brain is able to let out, rational thoughts already shut off by now.
“I need a bit more proof of you being a good girl for me, darling,” he says, grabbing you by the hips. “On your back for me. Relax, baby. I’m gonna go easy on you for now.” Minho turns you around as if you weigh nothing, until you land in the position he wants you in.
His hands reach to your inner thighs, before he parts them and those gentle kisses appear on your skin right there. He travels further, dangerously close to your wetness, until his gaze locks with your own once more. “Look at me when you come, you understand?”
You nod, “Yes.”
Minho chuckles, “Yes, what?”
“Y-Yes… sir.”
He dives right in, two of his fingers spreading your pussy lips apart before his tongue collides with your clit. “I’ve always known you’re a quick learner, Y/N.” You arch your back once more, when he starts making out with your sensitive nub, while his fingers are back at your entrance and he slides them inside. He’s scissoring you open by now, his tongue never leaving your clit as if they’re magically connected.
He hums against you heat, “Come on, make that sound again.”
Oh, and you do. Moans, whimpers and groans are filling the room, soon becoming Minho’s favourite melody, that he wants tattooed to his brain so he can play it over and over again like a broken record.
“So good for me, hm? Such a good slut only for me, keep going,” he encourages you, knowing you won’t be able to hold back any longer. His cock twitches inside his pants, when he feels you being the one to grab his hair now, guiding his face the way you seem to enjoy and Minho won’t be complaining. He lets you take the lead a bit, until his fingers change their angle and he’s grazing over that velvety spot inside of you.
A few more thrusts, a few more licks and your high follows. Your eyes stay fixated on his own during the entire time, when you fall apart, legs shaking, creaming all over his face, when that hypnotising feeling takes over you and rushes through your body.
Everything that happens after this is a total blur. Minho takes care of you and cleans you, before he helps you into your pyjamas and puts you into bed. You feel a sweet kiss linger on your forehead before you doze off to sleep.
It’s already the next morning, when you will be reading his message.
[ Minho ]: I’m home. Sweet dreams, Y/N 🖤🍇
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Thursday is a lot kinder to you, giving you the opportunity to sleep a little longer since you only have one lecture in the afternoon. You grab a fresh outfit and your towel, as you head to the bathroom wearing your slippers that look like frogs.
Felix is standing in your vision, giving you a soft smile and the look of his disheveled hair tells you he’s as tired as you are.
“Good morning, Y/N, I just wanted to let you know that I washed Hyunjin’s sweater,” he informs you, handing you the fabric.
You hesitantly reach for it, as you ask, “Morning… Hyunjin’s sweater?”
“The dark blue one,” your roommate says, pointing at it with his index finger. Right. You lied and told him you received this piece of clothing from your crush.
“O-Oh, right, yeah. The midnight blue one, yes,” you reply, awkwardly nodding and smiling. You take a few steps forward, making your way to the bathroom until Felix speaks again and you let the pile of clothes drop down to the floor.
“You can stop lying now, by the way.”
“W-What?”
“I really thought we were friends, you know,” Felix says, his jaw clenched. You turn around and look at him, finding his arms crossed in front of his chest and despite the distance of two meters between you, you can clearly observe the hurt in his eyes.
“Lix, I can’t follow,” you stammer out.
He scoffs, “I am sure you can. Why the fuck are you wearing Minho’s sweater? Why did I see his shoes in the hallway last night and hear someone leaving the apartment later? Have you been sneaking out to meet him? Is this why he got so jealous last night when we were playing the drinking game?”
“I… I don’t know what you mean,” you answer.
“Oh, you sure know,” your best friend adds, taking a few steps towards you. “I didn’t expect this from you, seriously, cheating on Hyunjin like this…”
“Lix—wait, I can explain, it’s seriously not what it looks like,” you interrupt him, sounding like the biggest cliché ever.
“Then tell me, I’m all ears,” he says.
“Okay, first of all, Hyunjin and I aren’t a couple. He asked me to take things slowly because he’s in a lot of stress and with it being the last semester and shit… you know how he is when he’s dating. He… he’s never dated just one girl at a time, right?”
“Oh, so you drop low to his level?”
“I am not. Because there’s nothing between Minho and me except some physical stuff… he… he gives me practical advice regarding, you know, sex,” you cringe when you explain what’s been going on these past days, feeling embarrassed about yourself. Although you don’t regret it. Not when Minho is so gentle yet passionate with you, granting you the best time of your life.
“Is he your tutor or something?”
You shrug your shoulders, “Yeah, something like that. We… we haven’t slept together but did a bunch of other stuff because I am super inexperienced and insecure that Hyunjin might be… disappointed once we get closer and–“
“I can’t believe he took advantage of you like that,” Felix cuts you off, “I’m gonna find Minho and talk to him–“
“What?”
“Yeah, sleeping with a girl who’s insecure.” Thank you Felix, how about you dig the knife into the wound a little deeper, hm? “I can’t believe this. How could he do this to you and take advantage of your fragile state like this?”
Oh, God, your roommate has understood this all wrong. This is a disaster.
“It’s not… no. He offered it but I came to him and asked him. It was my decision, Lix. He didn’t do anything wrong, seriously. And I am happy with what we have and what we do,” you confess, immediately regretting your choice of words for that last sentence.
And then there’s a smirk on Felix’s lips as well as some imaginary lightbulb that’s appearing over his head.
“Because you are falling in love with him,” he says, clicking his tongue.
You scoff, “I am not. I only like Hyunjin and you know that.” You can’t believe he would actually think that. You hate when Felix teases you like this.
“What does Hyunjin say about it then?”
“He obviously doesn’t know,” you admit.
“Great.”
You tilt your head, “Oh, so you wanna tell me that his last girlfriend knew that he was dating other women while they weren’t official yet?”
“No offense at my friends but you kinda have a weird taste in men now that I think about it,” Felix adds with a smile. The atmosphere suddenly becomes less tense when you see him chuckle and you join with your own laughter. You’re kind of glad how he reacted, how he was ready to defend you. Your roommate truly is the best friend you could ever have.
Still, this doesn’t give him the right to suspect you having a crush on his other friend too.
“Thank you. I know. But I don’t like Minho. Not at all,” you insist.
“Keep believing that,” Felix adds, giving you a wink.
You roll your eyes. Then you reach for the lump of clothes that fell to the ground and pick them up, right before you are ready to disappear inside the bathroom.
“Y/N?”
You turn around one more time, looking at your roommate although you’d really like to shower first and then continue with the conversation once you’re a little more awake. “What is it?”
“No matter what I think about all this, your secret is safe with me, okay?”
You smile at him. “Thank you.”
“Although next time I’d be very grateful if you told me about it,” he confesses.
“I’m sorry, Lix. I was embarrassed and all,” you explain.
“I understand. But I love you, yeah?”
You get inside the bathroom and before closing the door you reply, “I love you too.”
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hinasakuino · 7 months
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literally up thinking about nanami and his stupid big hands!
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warnings: mentions of vaginal fingering, just me thirsting about nanami and his hands bc everyone keeps reblogging this gif (and I’m not mad tbh!!)
He loves teasing you, you don’t expect him to grab your ass as much as he does when you’re in private but boy does he love doing that.
He knows you like it when he chokes you lightly if you’re mid make out sesh, loves that you’re whining still trying to meet his lips despite the lack of oxygen to you
You like it when he’s caressing your breast, grabbing as much as he can in both hands,the squishy fat spilling between his fingers as he greedily sucks and pinch at your nipples never fail to make you wet.
And don’t get me started on his fingers omfg!!!
Will stretch you for sooooooo long! He loves drawing out those needy moans from you.
He loves fingering you when you’re sitting in his lap, but when you’re squirming around so much he won’t hesitate to give your thigh a sharp smack with a tsk!
“You just can’t keep still can you?” He taunts you, knowing you’re incapable of speaking, not when his fingers press against your sweet spot like that. He’ll stop fingering you to rub your clit messily spreading your juices all across your cunt. Drawing out high pitched keening sounds from you, he’s a pleasure dom, he loves making you come undone like this, gripping his wrist as he rubs your cunt with firm precise strokes.
He’s a selfless lover, will always try to get you to come at least twice with his fingers alone before fucking you.
His absolute fave thing to do is sucking on your poor clit while massaging your satin walls, loves how responsive you are, your body jerking in every direction every time he sucks on your bud.
And you love every bit of it. Love how he quirks an eyebrow at you when you’re guiding his hands below your skirt, of course you’re not wearing panties so when he takes over, cupping your wet slit no one is surprised at the slick that’s gathered on your inner thighs.
You love when he teases you, “You want another finger baby? One should be enough right baby?” He coos at you. You pout, sucking in your bottom lip to hold back a moan. You shake your head no quickly, “Ken please, I need another,” you whine, prepared to continue mouthing off but he’s sliding in another finger and you throw your head back moaning wantonly at the slow stretch.
He’s always amazed that you come so much before he actually fucks you. Literally makes it his personal mission to see how fast he can get you coming on his fingers alone.
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hansensgirl · 3 months
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summary. | Your stepfather wants to try something new with you.
prompts. | Steve Rogers + stepfather + “Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be playing this game?” + face-sitting, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!stepfather!Steve Rogers x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, stepcest, age gap, fear, captivity, oral (f), face-sitting, pet names, dirty talk, kind of mean!steve?, Daddy kink, allusions to somnophilia, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics
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Steve lays back against your bed, the one he forces himself into night after night.
“Daddy wants to try something new today, sweetie,” he tells you, patting his lap. You know what that means—he’s trained you very well. He never has to repeat himself, and you’re always a good girl for him. Well, you try most of the time. “Come here.”
You’re in your bra and underwear, nothing special, yet he prefers you with no clothes entirely. He swears you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, but he continues to taint you.
You straddle your step-father, and he uses his immense strength to pull you upwards, positioning your legs on each side of his head. 
“Oh– What are you gonna do, D– Daddy?” you question, though you have a slight inkling. “Daddy’s gonna make you sit on his face, baby. And I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Steve tells you. His voice is deep, and it makes your pussy throb.
“But, won’t you get hurt?” you ask. You know he’s more than careful when it comes to these things, but you just want to be sure. You’re also trying to stall him and perhaps convince him to leave you alone for the day. “I won’t, honey. Don’t worry.”
You nod your head as you look down at him, meeting his gaze. His blue eyes are blown out entirely, dark with arousal. You hate this—you hate him. He’s got you stuck in this suburban house as he uses you—his stepdaughter—for his dirty pleasure.
“Really? What about your neck?” you continue, fiddling your fingers. “I know what I’m doing, princess,” Steve reassures, giving you a smile. You can never tell when it’s genuine. He’s a great liar, in contrary to you.
“I know, Daddy… I’m just a bit scared, s’all,” you feign sheepishness as you admit. It’s true—you’re absolutely terrified of your stepfather. He’s hurt you in ways that make your skin crawl, but you find that your body betrays you when your panties are soaked. 
Steve grips the cloth that hides your core, and he tugs at it until it rips, giving him full access to your pussy. 
The older man sighs heavily, jaw clenching as he closes his eyes. You’re worried he’ll lash out and really hurt you.
“Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be playing this game?” he suddenly asks, tone harsh. You gulp thickly. “Wh– What game, Daddy?” you question, hands shaking from fright. “Stop pretending you don’t want this. I know how much of a dirty slut you are,” Steve spits, and before you can reply, he pulls you down onto his mouth.
All thoughts leave your mind when he licks a fat stripe on your pussy, lapping up all the creaminess you have to offer. You moan loudly, and he chuckles, the vibrations adding to the sensation of his skilled mouth on your core.
Your stepfather sucks on your clit, tongue flicking and swirling around the nub. He passes the wet muscle through your folds, teasing you by pretending he’ll insert it into your empty, aching hole.
You moan the title he’s demanded you always call him by, and Steve bucks his hips upwards, desperate for some friction himself. He shakes his head a bit, and you cry out, the pleasure blooming in your core increasing with every lewd movement he makes.
“Fuck, Daddy…” you whine, grinding your hips on his face just a bit. He hums against your wet cunt, and you feel yourself nearing your first climax of what surely will be many. 
Steve taps your thigh twice as a sign that he gives you permission to come. “Th- Thank you, Daddy,” you pant, and your muscles twitch as you come on your stepfather’s mouth. He licks up all that you have to offer and then some, forcing you to ride out your high.
Your heart clamours inside your chest as Steve continues to eat you out.
Maybe he is right. You, indeed, are too old to play that game.
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wint3r-h3art · 2 years
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Ride the Lightning | Thor x Reader
Summary: They say lightning never strike twice. Thor begs to differ.
Word count: 3.4K
Warnings: pure brain rotting smut with a little plot, size kink, oral sex (female receiving), face riding, couch sex, male ejaculation, creampied, shower sex. Mutual pinning if you squint. a bit shy/awkward reader (because w’re all a bit awkward talking to our crushes 🥲) 
MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
A/N: y’all know I’ve been wanting to read some filthy ass size kink fic. Well, if you want something bad enough, you gotta write it yourself. Here it is in its pure filth. No beta, so I’m sorry!! Feedback & reblog just mean a lot and greatly appreciated if you enjoyed this.
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*** do not copy, repost, rewrite, or translate my works !!
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You could feel him eyeing you across the room.
Another sip from your wine glass and you turn and pretend to listen to Sam and Bucky because God helped you, you can’t meet his eyes at all. You could feel the heat slowly blooming at your cheeks while your heart was practically hammering against your chest.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” Sam asked you when he noticed that you were acting awfully suspicious.
“Please, don’t mind me. Just enjoying my wine. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.” you flashed him a sheepish smile. 
Bucky tapped his shoulder and Sam turned in the direction and nodded in understanding. It was a known fact that you have had a crush on Thor for a while now, and almost everyone knows about it, well except that you didn’t know that everyone knew about it. 
“Aren’t you driving tonight? Perhaps you should slow down,” Sam said as he carefully took your glass from your hand. “Chugging that in one go won’t do you any good.”
“Please, Sam. I’m a big girl. I can just walk back to my apartment.”
“First of all, you are tiny! Second, not a chance.”
“I can drive her back,” Scott came out of nowhere and plopped himself back next to Bucky. The other man grimaced, clearly annoyed that he didn’t understand what Sam was trying to do here. 
“No,” Sam and Bucky said in unison, which Scott was taken aback by. 
“Well, geez guys. Thanks.”
“What they meant to say is that Thor should walk Y/N back to her apartment,” Bruce stepped in. 
“Why Thor and not me?” Scott was clearly offended, and it was so obvious that he was unaware of the situation as well. “What is so special about Thor?”
“What about me?” came Thor's deep baritone voice, standing there and towering practically over everyone.
“You should walk Y/N back to her apartment,” Sam said as a matter of factly.
“Agree,” Bucky concurred.
“Wait? Why him?” Scott asked, and Clint had to cover Scott's mouth with his hand before he leaned in and whispered something in his ears. Sam, Bucky, and Bruce all watched Scott’s face slowly morph into a knowing look. “Right. Ok, yeah, Thor! Be a gent and walk her home!”
“Ok,” he said suspiciously before downing the last of his drink, which barely gave him any buzz. “My lady?” He offered you a hand and you stared momentarily before you took it. All the guys were watching you with a knowing smile before you waved goodbye.
The walk was awkward to the point where you were no longer buzzing anymore. Thor was being Thor and was trying very hard to make small talk with you. Only for you to nod and smile because you still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he was here with you.
Once you reached the apartment, you invited him inside out of politeness. 
“It’s a bit small, but y’know, it’s enough for me.”
“I think it’s a fitting space for you,” he commented as he seated himself easily on your sofa. You watched the way his mass frame took up the space, and it made you swallow hard, imaging yourself on his lap and just–
“I saw you were staring at me at the party earlier. Care to tell me why?”
The question took you by surprise because he sounded genuinely curious. 
“Uh….” 
“You’ve been avoiding me since I got back? Did I unknowingly offend you?”
“No. Not at all. I–it’s literally nothing, Thor. I promise. Wine?” you chirped as you tried to make an escape to your wine rack, only to find yourself being pulled back by a very strong arm. You didn’t realize a man his size could move so quickly and so quietly, but here you were being spun and landed right in his chest. 
Your heartbeat was practically drummed against your ears, almost deafening you as you stared up. He was so much larger and stronger. His scent filled your nostrils. He smelled so delicious that your mouth started to salivate.
“I know that kind of look, little dove, so either tell me or I’m forcing it out of you. And you know, I’m very good at the second one.” His eyes twinkled with a promise, and you had no doubt that he was capable of it.
You chewed on your lips and you watched the way his eyes seemed to darken like a stormy sky. 
“Don’t tease me,” you said helplessly, knowing that your admission might ruin whatever little relationship you have with him. “But I like you.”
“You do?” he asked with a genuine smile. You could see a hint of red dust on his cheeks, and suddenly you understood why you have a crush on him in the first place. The man was like a golden retriever. 
You nodded. “I don’t expect anything in return, so don't look at me weirdly…”
“Why would I ever look at a beautiful woman weirdly?”
Oh God, now he has done it. You could feel your breath leaving you. You forgot how charming he could be too. “You think I’m pretty?” you asked sheepishly. Your eyes suddenly couldn’t meet him.
“I think you are beautiful. Small, delicate, but capable. Every time I look at you, I just want to scoop you up in my arms and kiss you until I’m drunk.”
“Oh. Wow. Um,” you chuckled nervously. “You do?”
He nodded as he sat down on the sofa, his large hand was still holding you. “Yes. Like right now…” he said as he pulled you in until you were straddling him. “If you don’t want this, you can hop right off, and I shall return to the party. We can pretend like nothing ever happened.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’m all yours, little dove.” 
You stared at him for a long moment before you leaned forward, your mouth covering his in a deep, hard kiss. His scent flooded your senses. 
He groaned when he could feel you sitting atop the hard ridge of his erection. It was obvious that he was as ready as you are. 
“Come here.” His voice was deep and husky, making your skin prick with goosebumps despite the warmness that radiated off of his body.
“Where?” you asked. Your voice was barely a whisper as you stared deep into his eyes, getting lost in them. If there ever was such a thing, his eyes were like fire in a bottomless ocean– the sort of passion trapped underneath a glacier that had frosted over millennia before, yet burned hotter than the sun. 
“My mouth. It would please me greatly if you let me lap up all that sweet, decadence honey of yours.”
You wanted to moan out loud by the way he finished off his sentences with a slight quirk at the corner of his mouth. You hastily bunched up your dress and Thor helped you remove your panties. You forced yourself up slowly before you knelt astride his head; one knee on the edge of the couch while the other on the armrest of the sofa, spreading yourself out wide, giving him a clear view of your glistening pussy.
His large, calloused hands slid up your thighs, and his breath fanned over your needy cunt, making you shudder slightly. Thor slowly squeezed your ass, causing you to whimper softly. 
And then he started to lick you in a long and deliberate lap. His hand was kneading the back of your thighs as he settled into a feast, gliding his tongue along your list before he pushed into the folds, dipping inside you in shallow penetrations.
You couldn’t help but clutched the back of the sofa as you tried very hard to hold onto whatever was left of your sanity. Your legs shook slightly, almost wavering by the weight of the profound pleasure. You found yourself rocking your hips into his mouth, relishing the way his beard grazed against your inner thighs.
He would concentrate on that one spot that made you strain and cry out before he returned to stroke across your slit back and forth. He kept on doing this until your legs began to shake. 
“Do not come,” he warned. His deep rumbling voice seemed to send a tremor right through your throbbing pussy as he gave your ass another squeeze. 
You whimpered at that. How could he demand such a thing from you when he was so good at this?!
“I want to be inside you when you come,” he said before he gave your pussy another long, tantalizing lick. His nose brushed against your clit, and it made your thighs twitch a little.
“Please hurry,” you whined before you removed yourself from his mouth. 
This earned a disapproving grunt from him.  
“So impatient,” he said before he hastily removed his pants. He was long and thick like you’ve always suspected. Dark blond hair dusted the hard plane of his stomach all the way down. His cock arched up to his stomach. The pink, fat tip of his cock was already glistening as beads of precum leaked out of the slit.  
He was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve been with, and it made your mouth salivate. You know he was going to fuck your brain out and rearrange your inside.
You swallowed hard as your palm slowly wrapped around him. Thor turned and looked at you with half-hooded eyes. 
“Look how tiny your hand is. You can barely wrap your hand around me,” he said, biting his lower lips. “How is your cunt going to fit me, huh?” he asked.
“We’ll find out,” you said as he slowly pumped his shaft up and down. Your eyes are still glued on him, watching the way he inhaled through his nose. Thor spread his muscular thighs apart, giving you more room. 
You hummed at the obvious invitation. Clearly, Thor wanted you to do as you please. He was willing to be used by you, and that just made your pussy throb even more. 
A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his chest as his palm slid down to your ass. You could feel the tip of his digits prodding at your entrance while the other was holding the base of his cock, slowly tapping the head against your cheek, urging you to open up.
You glared before your tongue darted out to lick the slit. His eyes gleamed as he grinned. A soft hiss slipped past your lips when he plunged his two fingers inside you.
“So tight for me, little dove. Are you sure you can fit me?” he asked again, but he didn’t let you answer. Instead, Thor grabbed the back of your head and shoved the fat tip right into your mouth. You could only answer with a muffled moan. “Your mouth can barely fit my cock. Come now, you can do better than this. Relax your jaw for me,” he mumbled as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. 
Thor would praise you when you moaned into his dick. The vibration pleased him greatly that he had to stop himself from thinking about fucking your mouth. He needed to hold out because he wanted to fuck that sweet cunt of yours, so dripping and so warm. He could see himself staying there and burying himself till the morning came.
“Alright, little dove. Let's see if you can in fact fit me,” he mumbled before he gently pulled your mouth off of him. His eyes glimmered at the way your drool was dripping down your chin, and the way you wet his shaft so nicely. 
You moved to straddle him again while he lined the head of his cock near your entrance. With both hands on his broad shoulders, you slowly sank down onto him, taking him inches by inches. You winced at the way he stretched you out. It felt like you were swallowing fire, only for it to feel like a never-ending mix of pleasure and pain. 
Thor sucked in his breath. His hands were clutching the armrest for dear life as you swallowed him slowly. Every part of him felt like being choked and squeezed to the limit. He tried his hardest to not plunge into you then and there, splitting you open till he filled you up with his cum.
You could feel the way his muscles strained and corded at the effort of sitting still. He knew if he moved too soon, he would risk making you come too soon. 
You bit your lips as you continued to glide slowly up and down his long shaft. He filled you too full and too much that was hard to even think. Your brain is filled with nothing but the feel of being stuffed by his cock. His heat and his hardness took your breath away every time you sank all the way down until your ass hit his thighs; the head of his cock struck deep, and the sound that slipped from your lips was nothing you ever thought you were capable of: raw and needy.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, hands stroking your thighs as his back arched, pushing his muscular chest against yours. You mewled at the way your hard nipples brushed against his hard chest. His calloused hands were still on your ass, holding you and guiding you when your movement got too clumsy.
Occasionally, he would help lift you up when your thighs gave out, sheathing you all the way down before lifting you up again with little effort. 
“Shh, it’s ok,” he cooed when your thighs gave out entirely. Your body slumped forward, legs shaking. His rough fingers stroked your spine, murmuring sweet nothing. “I’ll give it to you. Let me take care of you, little dove.”
Thor lifted you up as he pushed his hips upward, stroking you with breathless thrust. His name slipped from your lips as you buried your face in his neck. Fire and pleasure licked your inside every time he hit that one spot again, making your breath hitched in your throat. 
He lowered you again before lifting you up, fucking you upward into your greedy hole. The squelching sounds filled the room along with your panting and mewling. His chest rose and fell against your breasts, eliciting a new kind of pleasure.
“How’s that feel?” he panted as he held your hips in place. He could feel you close to falling apart in his arms as he began thrusting with determination. He was relentless, withdrawing himself all the way out before plunging balls deep inside you.
“So good, baby. So fucking good,” you sobbed. You tried very hard to hold on to his shoulders–just something to brace yourself for the slap of his hips against yours. He felt too good and you were more than ready to be ripped apart by your orgasms and Thor could feel it too.
“Come for me, sweet dove,” he spoke through his gritted teeth as he brutally thrust into you as he wrapped an arm around your waist, and pulled you flushed against his body. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
You came with a loud shout. Your body spasmed as rapture ripped through you with a white-hot release. The rippling wave of your orgasms washed over you. Your pussy was practically squeezing his thick cock, milking him till he couldn’t help but moan.
Thor was still fucking you, using you so he could reach his own release too. He easily flipped you over. His large body covered yours while he drove his hips in and out of you with vigor. Each thrust sent your body forward while you laid there, too paralyzed from the afterglow of your orgasms. 
Thor hauled your legs upward, hands pulling you back to meet his thrust. He was so impossibly deep that every time he pulled back, no noise came out of you.
 His lips pulled back into a snarl. His nostrils flared, and fingers dug into your skin as his release exploded, filling you up with nothing but his sticky, white cum. His body strained above you as he crushed you to his chest. If you weren’t too cock drunk already, you could have sworn you heard a crack of thunder outside.
You didn’t know how long both of you stayed there. The soft panting and heavy breathing filled the silence as the rain began to slowly pour outside. Perspiration dampened his forehead. His golden lock stuck to his neck and he pulled back to look at you. Adoration filled his gaze as his lips moved to brush against your cheeks. 
You were still warm and feverish from one hell of orgasm he just gave you. “I’m scared if you pull out now,” you mumbled, nuzzling his neck. You could feel his dick soften inside you.
Thor chuckled. “Why so?”
“Well, you did come inside me…and like you came a lot, Thor.”
“And?”
“This couch is very expensive…if you pull out now, your cum will get everywhere. Like everywhere.”
Thor chuckled. “You are so strange, little dove. Fine, if that’s worrying you, we shall go wash up.”
You barely have time to ask him when he easily picks you up, his dick still inside you while he easily walks to your bathroom. His larger form dwarfed everything inside your apartment. 
With one arm still wrapped around you, Thor turned on the shower. You moaned at the way the hot water felt against your skin. Slowly, he set you down and the moment he pulled out, you winced at the way his cum was dripping down your inner thighs. You shuddered slightly.
“Holy shit, Thor,” you mumbled as you looked up, he only flashed you a charming smile. His large hand was on the nape of your neck before he leaned in and kissed you. He was so soft and so gentle, a duality from earlier love-making sessions. 
You could feel his cock slowly getting hard again, and your palm mindless found him once more. 
“You’re going to kill me with your appetite,” you mumbled as he stroked him. Thor rested his chin on your head. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest as his cock slowly came to life once again.
“Killing you is the last thing on my mind,” he murmured before he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his taut waist. Thor pressed your back against the shower wall as he slowly ground his hips against your aching cunt. Every part of you came alive as fire flowed in your veins. 
Once again, you found your pussy throbbing and pulsating when he just filled you up not too long ago. The hot water didn’t help either when all you wanted was to be fucked hard and rough.
You and Thor moaned in unison when he entered you swiftly, thrusting inside you with intent. He wasn’t being careful anymore as he crushed you against his large body. You were groaning with desperation as your arms wrapped around his neck. Incoherent moaning filled the bathroom as hot water splashed against his back. It wasn’t long till Thor pulled another orgasm out of you, making you slump in his arms. You felt spent and weak.
“Please, I can’t,” you pleaded with him. Thor only kissed your neck once more before he pulled himself out. “You killed me, Thor. How am I going to function now?”
“Please, this is just the beginning, little dove. I’m just getting started,” he winked and you knew you were in for a long weekend with the God of Thunder. 
Meanwhile, at the party, Sam, Bucky, and Bruce clang their beer together with a knowing smile on their faces as another lightning struck out in the far distant sky. Scott once again was the only one that was oblivious.
“They fucked didn’t they?” Clint asked as he stared out at the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was practically pouring outside. The other three men nodded before taking another swig of their beer. “Good for them,” Clint said before he took a sip of his own drink. “Good for them.”
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jaylaxies · 5 months
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KINKTOBER DAY 27 — CORRUPTION KINK
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PAIRING: sunoo x fem!reader
GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, manipulation, corruption kink, best friend!sunoo, usage of nicknames.
WC: 1k words
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni
A/N: hihi, angels! i have a fic for sunoo aaa so excited to post this, i hope you like it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33
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“Please, won’t you help me?”
Asking your best friend for help would be your final and only resort, granted that you trusted no one else with your situation but him. 
Kim Sunoo, your best friend and the guy who is loved by everyone, his smile too contagious, actions too pure, making everyone think that he’s the purest soul on earth. 
Which is why approaching him is easy, given he’s always there to listen to your problems, providing you with the most comforting hugs known to mankind. His words of affirmation made everything better.
And he was aware of your interest in the new guy on the campus, although he did warn you as the guy happened to have fuckboy tendencies—said the gossip blog of your university on Twitter. 
Yet you wanted to push your luck and give it a try. Problem? You hadn’t ever kissed anyone before, fucking is way out of line, and knowing the guy, you’d probably have to be experienced to gain his attention. 
There’s no one else you’d trust with something so personal, so intimate. You know that Sunoo doesn’t engage in these kinds of activities, but he’s still got more experience than you, which is why you wanted to give it a shot by asking him for help. 
By asking him to teach you the basics—kissing, touching, fucking, and whatever he was willing to teach. 
The idea itself sounds a bit twisted to you, but your desperation speaks louder than your sanity. 
“Babe, please think it twice, you won’t get your firsts back ever,” Sunoo tried to reason with you, despite being excited on the inside. 
He was waiting for this day. He might have the pretty face and a pretty soul persona, but he can very well be selfish and manipulative for the things he’s desperate for, which also includes you. 
The opportunity is perfect for him to give you everything you had ever desired. Being your best friend came with perks, now he knew exactly what you craved in a man, and Sunoo would give you all of that, while pretending to be helping you, because there’s no way he would actually try to get you with the good for nothing guy. 
You nodded, holding his hand, “I trust you, Sun. But of course, only if you’re comfortable with it too, I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you say. 
Sunoo smiles gently, soothing your nerves, “of course, anything to help my princess,” he pulled you in a hug, and you smiled at how easy it was to communicate with him. 
“We’ll start off slow, yeah?” He promised, and you gulped while nodding. 
His eyes had a certain gleam to them, the kind you had never seen before and it excited you more than it should have, “trust me and follow whatever your body asks you to do,” he whispers, pulling you closer and you comply, his grip tightened as you sat on his crotch. 
Sunoo was sly, but also elated beyond words when he held you so close, sniffing your perfume which he was obsessed with, capturing your lips in a soft kiss, trying his best to hold back his emotions. 
He’s wanted this for so long. 
You couldn’t breathe, the feeling was something you had read about, and it was just as magical, especially in the way Sunoo held you so gently, the tingles on your lips making you moan without any control over yourself. 
He wanted this, he wanted you to immerse yourself in Sunoo, give him your all while taking whatever he provides you with, turning you into some sort of personal toy, who won’t be able to work without him. 
You couldn’t stop kissing him that day. Maybe it was the excitement of learning something new, yet it had you in a chokehold. You were eager, calling Sunoo the very next day to practice some more. You were shy, but you genuinely wanted to learn, at least that’s what you convinced yourself. 
Sunoo acted gentle each time, practicing kissing with you but also leveling it up a notch as he touched you all over your clothes, your mind fuzzier than ever. 
His excuse, “he is very touchy, you should be prepared for it, princess,” Sunoo had told you, and you nodded, breathless. 
You let him do everything, teach you everything. From kissing, to touching, to pleasing one’s cock, to getting eaten out, to being fucked dumb. Sunoo taught you everything, memorizing your body as he went on, letting his carnal desires take over as he got more aggressive over the time.
Before you knew it, you were begging, touching yourself late at night, crying and whimpering because it didn’t feel as good as it did when Sunoo touched you. 
“Pathetic,” he scoffed, seeing you in despair over the fact that you needed Sunoo to feel good.
He was successful, you couldn’t do a thing without him, your body ached for his touch, the thought of others never once entering your mind which was already full of Sunoo. 
“Can’t even make herself feel good,” he clicked his tongue, his cock teasing your wet entrance, collecting and smearing your juices all over his cock, “always begging me to touch her pretty little cunt.”
“S—Sunoo! Please,” you cried out, and he smirked at the sight of you being so broken, so corrupted, all because of him. 
“Shh, be a good girl and take it,” he whispered, slamming his cock into your cunt, his tip hitting the g-spot as he bottomed out, courtesy of your juices, which provided the best lubrication. 
You couldn’t help but moan, tears flowing uncontrollably as your nails dug into his back, leaving scratch marks as you held on to him for support. 
It felt like heaven. Sunoo felt like an angel in its demonic form. 
You wiggle as your whole body spasms with excitement, the familiar knot building up in your abdomen, his own thickness twitching inside the confinement of your warm walls. 
All it takes is a couple of thrusts and you both come undone, gasping for air but rushing for a kiss, as if it’s more important than mere air to you. He keeps his cock inside, filling you up with his warm seeds, ruining you once and for all. 
You couldn’t be anyone else’s, not when you’ve got Sunoo. 
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neteyamsoare · 7 months
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Good Girl.
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༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Dilf!Jake Sully x Fem! Metkayina! Reader.
༉‧₊˚. Anonymous Request. Dilf!jake w virgin reader that idea has my toes curling.
༉‧₊˚. Summary. Jake makes your first time memorable.
༉‧₊˚. General Tags. 18+ (explicit content & language).
༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Softdom!Jake, Sub!reader, virgin!reader, oral (m & f receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v, breeding kink, a little praise kink, spanking [only twice], and aftercare.
༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 1.0k.
༉‧₊˚. Index. Tewng — [loincloth].
༉‧₊˚. Notes. Nonnie, I hope you are still here with me, I was so glad to see you request this so I really hope I did justice on it. I really like how I did this one, thought it would be better to do headcanons. Let me know what y'all think!!
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⌕ Jake would be so soft with you knowing that it's your first time. He would stretch you out with his fingers first to get you all wet and ready. He would stick one finger in first before sliding in another. He would press down on your lower abdomen as two of his fingers are curled upwards inside your glistening cunt so he can hit your g spot and his thumb would rub circles on your clit. “Spread your legs wider f’me, let me get a good look at you as you take my fingers.”
⌕ Sweet moans filled Jake’s ears and he smirked. “Already have you fucked out and it’s just my fingers,” he teased as he looks up from his position to look at your eyes rolled back and continued his torture on you. You have masturbated by yourself before but it never felt like this, this was different. Jake replaces his thumb with his mouth on your clit, sucking on it, getting a taste of your sweet juices as he picks up the pace with his fingers.
⌕ You feel a knot grow in your stomach and your gummy walls grip his fingers as your breathing becomes uneven but Jake doesn’t give up his relentless pace, he wants to taste all of you. “Come all over my fingers, baby,” you feel the coil snap as you start to convulse as you release your high.
⌕ Jake smirks as he pulls his fingers out and puts them in his mouth tasting how sweet you are before reaching down to capture your lips with his, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He pulls away so he can release his aching cock out of his tewng. He loosens the knot and takes it off, discarding it to the side and you watch his cock spring up, slapping his stomach as precum leaks from the tip. Jake admires your look as he takes his finger and wipes off the precum bringing his finger to your lips. “Open,” he demanded, and you suck the precum off and a smirk appears on his face.
⌕ “Get on all fours and arch your back f’me,” he demanded as he stroke his cock, he watches you obey his order, his cock throbbing as he thinks of how it would feel to be inside of you, how good it would be with your gummy walls gripping his cock.
⌕ He lines his cock up with your entrance, he spits onto his shaft and slowly slides in, hissing at how tight you were and you let out a moan. “Jake, it’s too big, it won’t fit,” you yelp out. “It’ll fit, I know it will,” he coos as he rubs on your clit to gain more slickness to make it easier to slide the rest of his cock in. 
⌕ “There we go, see I told you it’d fit,” he smirked looking down at you. As soon as he flushes against your ass, he rubs your cheek a bit, gripping it hard before landing a hard slap to it, earning a whine from you as your hand flew back to cover the burning sensation. Jake makes a tsk sound and he grabs your hand and holds it on your lower back, using it as leverage as he starts to slowly slide in and out of your throbbing cunt earning sweet moans to come out of you.
⌕ Jake would let you adjust to his size first and as soon as you give him permission to, he starts to pound into you, going deeper than he was before, pounding you into the sleeping mat, letting your moans be hushed trying not to be loud which earns another slap to your ass as Jake pulls your head up by your hair. 
⌕ “Nuh uh, let daddy hear you,” he demanded as he continues his relentless torture on your cunt as he feels your gummy walls gripping him tight and your core getting wetter. “Jake… I’’m gonna..” you stammered out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “I know doll, come f’me. Make a mess on me.”
⌕ As he said those words you felt the coil in your stomach snap as you painted his stomach and legs with your release, although you came, it didn’t mean Jake was finished with you, he still needed to pump his seed into you. 
⌕ His pace never gave up as he ran for his high, your overstimulated mewls filled his ears which only fueled it more as he picks up the pace, he rubbed your ass cheeks gripping it tight as he watched his cock disappear and reappear from your greedy cunt. 
⌕ His cock twitches as he releases his seed deep inside, not coming out until every last drop of his semen was inside of you. He gives you one last pump before pulling his cock out. He admires how fucked out you looked, you were only his from now on, not wanting any other boy to ever lay a hand on you. He walks around to your face and uses one of his hands to grip your chin up to where his dick was. “Clean me up, doll then you can rest.” 
⌕ You do as you’re told as you licked up the remaining drops of his cum, taking the tip in as he removes your hair out of your face as he guides your mouth down his shaft, you swirl your tongue around it, and he lets out a few groans and grunts as he looks down and couldn’t help but think of how pretty you looked. 
⌕ You release his cock from your mouth with a pop, licking the tip one more time while he smirks. “You have been a very good girl, took me s’well, he softly spoke as he picked you up.”Let’s get cleaned up and later, we could go for a ride, what do you think?” He queried as he saw you snuggle more against his chest. “Yes, I’d love that.” You smiled wondering how you got so lucky to land such an amazing man like him.
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nyctophiliq · 1 month
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FREE PALESTINE, FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA !
i have refrained from making this post, both for the reason of not wanting to be ridiculed as a "know it all" and because i thought people in this day and age, where we have the internet to do almost the impossible would conclude to themselves that helping is now not an impossible thing.
but here we are.
i feel like a lot of you out there, who might not have a following, or has a big following but doesn’t post has completely ignore the important aspects of the internet that they claim to be using.
i sense that none of you above want to acknowledge that there is a world outside of your tumblr, because why would you? the sole purpose of you coming here was to get away from the real life around you, to have something to ground yourself with instead of having to face the dark, gruesome troubles that you are having but all i see is hiding, not dealing. now that that real life is with you on your dashboard, talking about people dying of bombs, slaughter, hunger, and dehydration is taking away the sense of escape that you came here to seek. and by no means i am defending you, silent creatures, i am dragging you by the collar of your shirt through the mud for your inhumane actions.
it shows how some of you cherish life, wanting it to be as perfect as possible- going to therapists to deal with your trauma, going to the store to not starve, enjoying the police and military of a secure country that has fallen into your hand by the right of your birth. you say you are depressed and not well, voice your concerns about how some people neglect to even think about your mental health because the person dismissing your problems could be only a horrible person in turn.
how does it not hurt to see other people in pain, being hurt on purpose and not thing that “i should maybe do something, i wouldn’t wanna be in the place they are, wouldn’t wanna be going through what they are”. to see you holler about your right to a better life, a good mental health is outragious. you believe in your right to have that why can’t you believe that other people deserve it too?
how can you go a day without talking about, or at least acknowledging in your own words that what you have gone through- all that trauma, that abuse, being cut up, and spit at- can’t be as bad or twice as bad for other people? of course we can talk about our problems, we can say that we are struggling but we have to at least have the decency to say that we are not the only ones.
telling yourself that someone else is in bigger trouble than you won’t help you, ignoring your pain for somebody else’s doesn’t make yours go away but it can make you realize that somehow there has to be a way through it- going to a therapist to work on your issues for example. a lot of you don’t understand that the life you have, the life you love and cherish despite how horrible it might have been before others want to have it too? the relief of being able to say “shit happened, but i got through it”, to see the light at the end of the tunnel, to have a family, friends, siblings, and people around them, to have their own religion, background, city of birth that brings them closer as a community, to have somewhere to belong.
our world has been so easy, we don’t have to go to war to help, we don’t have to spend money to help- we only need our voice, that simple click, and the reblog to let others out there know that this is not okay and that people are fighting for them, to have them hope for another day, to have them endure for a brighter future.
in this day and age we have become so pleasantly blissed by the “bystander affect”, letting everything slip by because “hells, it’s easier to be like this than actually do something”. it shows how many of you are fighting, how many of you accepted defeat, how many of you still have hope.
and i mean all offense.
FREE PALESTINE, FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA !
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can i request grumpy x sunshine with remus pls!! maybe he’s the grumpy one but reader is just sweet and full of love and he adores them for it 🫶🏻🫶🏻 congrats on 2k!!!
summary: remus is mean to his friends but totally soft with you
fem!reader 0.5k words
You’re almost at the pub when Remus calls you. You answer your phone embarrassingly fast.
“Remus?”
You hear a collection of sounds on the other end of the line, something that sounds like James’s roaring laughter, and a rippling of voices and music in the background.
“Hi, dove.”
He sounds agitated. Annoyed. You frown.
“Are you okay, baby?” You ask.
“I’m fine, just—“ Remus cuts himself off to sigh frustratedly. His voice goes muffled like he’s pulled his phone away from his ear. “Shut up, Sirius, please.”
There’s a scuffling on the line that sounds suspiciously like Remus shoving Sirius, followed by Sirius’s voice saying, “Hey!”
Another sigh and then Remus’s voice is back and clear again. “Sorry, angel. Sirius is being a twat. James, too. How long til you get here?”
There’s a smidge of desperation in his tone that you don’t miss.
“I’m nearly there,” you say, and quicken your pace. “I’ll be two minutes, tops.”
“Will you stay on the phone with me til then?” He asks, quiet enough that you know he’s hoping he won’t be heard by his friends. “Otherwise I think I might punch someone in the face.”
You giggle. If anyone else heard him say it they’d think he was serious, but you know he’s not. Not yet, anyway.
“Of course.”
Remus doesn’t have to endure his annoying friends for much longer. You arrive in a flurry of smiles and a kiss on the cheek each for his friends. Then you turn on him and beam and you look so pretty Remus forgets to frown.
“Hi, Remus,” you say, even though you just hung up from being on the phone with him seconds ago.
“Hi, angel,” he says back, half as enthusiastic but twice as fond.
Remus feels like the luckiest guy alive when you move to stand over him and press your smiling mouth to his, in your lovely dress covered in daisies and your eyes all bright and pretty. You taste like strawberry lip balm. He pulls you down for another kiss before you can get away, his big hand spread over your waist. You giggle against his lips and he thinks you’re the loveliest girl he’s ever met.
He’s smiling as you take your seat, though he’s trying to hide it from James and Sirius. It doesn’t work. They see the way he’s looking at you, the way he pulls you as close as humanly possible. They see his smile, even though it’s small.
“Holy shit, Y/N,” James says seriously, leaning forward over the table on his elbows. “You’ve gone and turned him into a whole different man.”
Sirius laughs loud. It irks Remus more than it should.
“Shove off, Prongs,” he says, but it comes out weaker than he’d meant because you’re trailing your soft fingers over his forearm, your touch setting his skin alight.
“See what I mean?” says James gleefully. “You should’ve seen him before you got here, I thought he was gonna bite my head off.”
Remus glares. “I still will.”
James guffaws. “No, you won’t.”
“Leave him alone, James,” you say, sounding about as mean as Remus has ever heard you, which isn’t really very mean at all. But you’ve tightened your grip on his arm and you’re pouting at James.
Maybe Remus won’t bite James’ head off. For your sake.
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deanscherrypie69 · 7 days
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Tell Me You Love Me D.W.🌧️
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Dean Winchester X!GirlfriendFemaleReader
Warnings: 18+ is advised! language(maybe like twice?) angst sm angst- sad Dean and Sad Reader. I’ve been trying not to use Y/n in many of my fics but.. lmk if you like this way better!! Pls don’t post my stories anywhere except tumblr 🩷
Feedback is always appreciated!! Don’t forget to comment and reblog!! My inbox is open (Not for requests tho!)
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“Just say it Dean, for me?"
You watch as Dean knocks back another shot. "Can't-" He says twirling the small glass between his finger.
You’d been poking him for hours, you knew he felt the same way… right?
You groan hoping off the bar stool. "I need some air." You mumble grabbing your jacket off the chair. Dean feels the cold air hit his back. He looks over his shoulder and watches you disappear outside.
He had known what you had wanted him to say it But he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Part of him was sacred. Scared of loosing you.
🌧️🌧️🌧️ Once outside you tugged your jacket closer to your body, it had been a windy day in Kansas. It was about to be fall, your favorite season.
You watch as the leaves begin to fall from the trees.
The bar wasn't to packed tonight. There had been a few cars in the lot including Dean’s
You press your body against the brick of the budling. A stray tear falls down your cheek. It had been threating to come out. You had been with Dean for about two years now.
You have loved him, a lot. And he knew that, you even told him.
"I love you Dean."
The words you had told him after a bad hunt. You remembred him looking at you, he didn't say anything. And that hurt you the most. So ever since then. You'd been begging him to say it. But he wouldn't.
Why were you two even togther then? You thought.
Leaning off the brick wall you storm back into the bar.
Dean was still where you left him, instead of shots he had switched to a beer.
"Why are we even togther?" You breathing was ragged as you stood behind him. His body face the bar.
Dean spins around in his chair. "What.” He says with a confused tone.
"Why. Are. We. Togther." You repeat. Your voice was laced with anger. A few people had turned around in your direction.
Dean reaches into his pocket. Hr throws a few twenty dollar bills on the counter for whatever he was drinking, and for the half of beer you'd had earlier.
"Come on." Dean says reaching for your arm, but you quickly pull away. He knew he was in deep shit. Never once have you not wanted him to touch you.
Dean opens the door to outside, letting you step out first. The cold air hits his face, oh how he hated this type of weather.
Once outside you spin to look at him. “What are we doing Dean!” You shout throwing your arms up in the air.
Dean huffs and reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out his keys.
“Get in the car it’s cold out.”
You roll your eyes and follow his orders. Walking to the passenger side door you open it. And slide inside.
Dean follows suit. He closes the car door behind him.
“What are we.” You say turning to face your boyfriend.
The green eyed man turns to look at you.
“You’re my girlfriend.” He says with a smirk. You can smell the alcohol on his breath.
You shake your head and begin to fiddle with the sleeves of your jacket.
“Doesn’t feel like it.”
Dean adjusts in his spot.
“Dean-“ You shake your head. “You know I love you right?”
Dean nods at your words. “I know,” he says reaching over to put the keys in the car.
“Why won’t you say it-“
Dean puts the car in drive and begins to drive away. “Seatbelt.” He points.
You huff and ready over to put it on.
“You can’t avoid the question Dean.” You say with an attitude.
Sure he can, he always does. He thinks to himself.
Dean reaches over and turns on the radio. Something Def Leppard by plays softly.
Your anger has begun to boil back up. Why had he been avoiding the question. All you wanted him wanted him to do was tell you he loved you.
“Stop the car.” You say reaching to pull your seatbelt off.
Dean doesn’t listen he continues to drive.
“Stop the car!” You repeat.
Dean presses on the break. The car door flies open. You fling off your seatbelt then exit the car. "Dean!" You scream, looking up at the night sky. You felt a few rain drops on your face. "I can't keep doing this." Your voice cracked, with hurt.
You look over to see Dean leaning on his car with his arms crossed, "Why won't you tell me?" You say with a sniffle.
Dean 's eyes don't meet yours instead the meet the ground.
"Just say it Dean, please." You give the green-eyed man one last chance.
He lifts his head to look at you, "I can't-" he says his voice breaking.
You nod, slowly backing away from the man. You begin to walk down the darkened street.
"Where are you going!" Dean shouts.
Not responding you walk faster, the heels of your boots clicking on the road below you.
You gasp when you feel a hand on your arm. You freeze in your spot. You knew it was Dean, you could smell his cologne. You felt his breath on the back of your neck.
Dean spins you around to look at him. "Let me go Dean." You warn.
His eyes were soft. “You wanna know why I can't say it??
“Why.”
Dean huffs, “I’m scared Y/n I’m so fucking scared-“ he begins. You watch as Dean swallows hard. “I’m scared of loosing you-“ he says with a shaky breath. “Everything I love, eventually.. leaves me. Or- something worse. And I don’t want that happening you. I couldn’t live with myself if it did.”
Dean had a stray tear slip down his cheek, you reach your hand up to wipe it away.
Before you could reply, rain starts falling down on you both hard.
Your eyes never leaving Dean’s, “you’re not gonna loose me Dean, I’m not gonna let that happen.”
“How do you know?” Dean says.
Both of you were soaked with rain but you didn’t care.
“Because I love you, and I always know that you’ll be there to protect me, no matter what.” You say with a laugh. “You’re not gonna loose me Dean Winchester, cause I’m not going anywhere.”
Dean nods at your words, his tears were mixed with the rain. “I love you.” He says grabbing the back of your head, bringing your lips together.
Dean was the first to pull away. “I love you too.” You pull away from him and begin to dance in the rain.
“Dance with me!” You squeal jumping around.
Dean doesn’t leave you hanging for long he begins to swing you around and around.
He loved you. And you loved him. You couldn’t ask for anything more.🩷
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Dirty Work 4
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.
Characters: Loki
Note: Itcha gurl, back at it again.
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The doctor checks the chart then glances at the machine with your father’s vitals. Today, you’re father’s awake. He has been for a few days but today he’s alert. You know because he told you the jello was disgusting. Those are the first and only words he’s said to you in more than two weeks.
“You’re very lucky to have a daughter who knows what she’s doing,” Dr. Shearer remarks.
Your father grumbles, scowling as he doesn’t offer much else to the doctor.
“You must be happy to have her around,” Shearer continues, “it is time to start considering your discharge. You’re stable, breathing on your own again, your heartbeat is within a normal range.” You watch your father as he stares past the doctor. It’s as if he refuses to acknowledge that this is real. “You’ll have a few new meds to add to your day but with normal check-ups I think we can be optimistic.”
A grunt. You fold your hands and stand up, “thank you, doctor. Erm, could someone explain the new medicines to me?”
“Yes, of course. That’ll be in the discharge paperwork but I’ll have a Nurse Practitioner come to discuss with both of you,” he assures, “and some resources on quitting. The cigarettes can’t continue.”
“I’ll smoke if I goddamn want,” your dad snarls, breaking his shield of indifference.
The doctor gives him a sharp look but doesn’t argue, “I’m only here to diagnose and give me treatment suggestions. But you keep smoking, sir, and next time, you won’t make it to the hospital.”
“Good,” your dad sneers defiantly.
The doctor nods and his mouth seals grimly. He turns back to you, “let us know if you need anything else. We have some support groups and resources, I’ll make sure that info is also sent off with you.”
“Thanks so much, Doctor,” you squeeze your hands tighter. You want to apologise for your father but you know he’ll only get worse if you do.
“It’s alright,” Shearer says as if reading your mind, “these things are stressful. For everyone. Couple more days and he’ll be free to go.”
You try to smile but your cheeks can only tremble. The doctor leaves you with your father and you peek over at him. He grimaces at the ceiling.
“That’s good news, dad,” you say as you near the foot of his bed.
“Is it? You shoulda left me to die,” he barks.
You flinch, not once, twice. A chirp in your pocket further jars you as it shrilly erupts in the buzzing silence. You reach into the pocket of your hoodie and clutch your flip phone as it bings even louder. The little digital display shows the agency’s number.
“Sorry,” you apologise and flip it open, turning away to scurry out and answer, “hello?”
You hold your breath. Why are they calling? You didn’t have a job today and you only really get emails regarding clients. It must be very serious.
“It’s Clara,” your boss begins in her terse way. “Have you seen my email?”
She sighs, “you should be checking daily. Got a job today. You want it?”
You blink. This is the first time you’ve been asked to come in for an extra shift. You could use the money desperately. When your dad is discharged, he’ll be sent off with another invoice.
“Yes,” you accept without hesitation, “I’ll take it.”
“Great. Check your email. Details are there,” she sniffs.
“Alright, tha-nks,” your voice cracks as she hangs up in the middle of your last word. She must be busy, surely more busy than you, the lowest rung on the ladder she has to keep from falling over.
You close the phone and put it back in your pocket. You shuffle back into the room and find your father with his eyes closed. The machine continues to beep in time with his pulse.
“I gotta work,” you say, “that was my boss–”
“Then leave me alone,” he snaps without opening his eyes, “can’t you see I’m tryna sleep?”
“Sorry, I–”
“Go and don’t come back,” he growls, “I don’t need you crowding this shit hole.”
“Um, dad, I–”
He coughs and hacks and waves you off, swallowing thickly, “I said go.”
You dip your head down. You can’t imagine being in his position. Stuck in a hospital bed on the other side of near-death. You might not be very nice yourself.
“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“I don’t care,” he turns his head and wiggles his shoulders as he tries to get comfortable.
You swallow down the hurt. You didn’t expect him to thank you for what you did. Not for anything. That’s just what you do for someone you love. Yet, you hoped he might have woken up a little bit nicer than before.
“Love you, Dad,” you murmur.
He grumbles. That’s all you get. You suck in a breath and hold it in, trying to keep from crumbling long enough to get out of that room.
🧹
At first, you’re not certain the information in the email is correct. You’re to return to Mr. Laufeyson’s house for the second time that week, but it’s a Friday night. In your days at the hospital, the calendar lines skewed between the alarms you kept in your phone for sanity. The return to reality is just as disjointing as the descent away from it.
You go home and change into your typical cleaning attire. All black. Plain. Clothes meant for getting dirty. Not that any of your wardrobe is particularly spectacular.
You grab your kit and your water bottle and rush out to catch the bus. You’re not used to being on transit near-dark. The prospect of getting home comes to mind as you cling to a pole amidst the crowded vehicle. It makes you nervous but you’re certain it will be okay. Mr. Laufeyson lives in a nice neighbourhood.
You get off the bus and bring your phone out. As you approach the house, it is lively with bodies milling in and out. You let yourself through the gate and peer over at the two cube vans near the front entrance. A white jacket, pristine uniforms, you can only assume they are some sort of catering company. The type you’ve seen on TV in those reality shows with women drinking wine.
You watch them for a moment. They are orderly and determined. What’s more, they work together in perfect harmony, words passing quietly and easily, trays moving smoothly between hands and set onto carts. It’s a shining contrast to your dim and lonely work.
You make yourself turn away and continue around the back of the house. You stop short of the rear corner and a gasp bubbles up. You watch a hummingbird buzzing over the bed of flowers. It’s so small and green and cute. You wince as it flits up towards the window, your cheeks bulbing to the smile as your gaze follows it. 
In a moment, it wings away, shyly retreating from your admiration. Your eyes fall to the window as you sense a shift on the other side. Just between the edges of the half-drawn drapes you meet a pair of green eyes over a long and cynical nose. Your smile dissolves as you recognise Mr. Laufeyson and his stony observation. You touch your fingertips to your mouth in self-reproach and tuck your chin down, turning back onto the path.
You go to the back door but it’s already unlocked. You let the handle go and linger outside. You noticed the email is shorter than usual. This isn’t your typical rote with Mr. Laufeyson.
‘Cleaner to be at standby for guests and cook…’
You glance down the paragraph. You’re to stay until after the ‘event’ so that you may tidy up. Your curiosity sparks but quickly fizzles. It’s best not to be too concerned. Just focus on what you need to do.
You let yourself in but forego the shoe covers and gloves as specified in the email. You hang your hoodie in the closet along with your kit. As you hook the strap of your water bottle over your head, a glimmer passes down the end of the hall and the lighting shifts. You look up as Mr. Laufeyson approaches.
He always dresses finely but he looks particularly put together. His hair is tidy and neat and he wears a velvet jacket in a deep shade of violet over a black collared shirt and matching trousers. His tie is narrow and blends into the fabric of his shirt. He keeps his hands behind him as he holds his chin up.
“I trust you understand your assignment,” he prompts as he stops a foot away, cornering you in the back hallway.
You nod. He tilts his head but his veneer does not break.
“Not that,” he points to the water bottle, “you may ask one of the cook’s assistants for a glass should you require it, but be rid of that ugly thing.”
“Oh–” you gulp back your voice and bow your head again. 
You untangle the trap from your torso and open the closet, tucking it away with your sweater and bag. You shut the door and find him closer than before, his hand on the door frame as he looms over you. His other wanders down the trim of his jacket.
“You are to keep yourself unseen. You tend to messes and that’s it. The rules remain. Are we understood?” He asks.
You look at him and nod. He sighs and stands straight, a deep breath rising in his chest. 
“You may answer aloud so I know we are clear,” he says.
“I understand, Mr. Laufeyson,” you eke out.
“Mmm,” his gaze lingers on you in unreadable consideration. Dressed in plain cotton, you feel wholly insignificant before him. “Go on, you will keep your vigil in the kitchen. They would require most of your assistance.” He backs away and buttons the front of his jacket, “you will not disturb my guests. Not a look, not a word.”
You know your turn to talk is over. You merely nod and he seems pleased by your deference. Not openly, he shows a hint of a smile nor does he praise you. But he is not unhappy and you know that is a feat.
🧹
The cook’s name is Corissa. She has spiraled red hair and pretty gold-green eyes. As you enter, she introduces herself and asks your name.
“I’m just here to clean,” you explain. “So if you need me–”
“Oh, hon, no need ta be shy,” she says in her wolfish voice, “we’re all in this togetha.”
You smile and stand against the wall, waiting to be told what to do next. She gives you a lingering glance but doesn’t comment. You see a question woven in her brow. She begins her work, directing her assistants at saucepan and cutting board alike, all while falling into a raucous rapport.
“Theo say ‘ma, did ya have ta tell that story?’” She cackles midway through a tale you lost track of, her hands moving expertly at her work, “and I say, ‘the gal deserves ta know, ‘specially if ya mean to burden her’.”
You bite into your lower lip. It’s like there’s an invisible wall in front of you. It’s been there your whole life. That one that separates you from others. You’re always on the outside watching. Just like in the schoolyard when the girls wouldn’t let you play with them. Or when your dad has his buddies over and told you to ‘piss off to your room’.
The first course is served on sleek black trays. As you watch the servers carry them out, Corissa calls your name. She makes you lurch in surprise as you’d be convinced you blend right into the plaster.
“Come have a taste,” she insists, “this one’s a bit mussed up.”
“Um, er, it’s okay, I’m not hungry–”
“Bah, come on, have some. I hate ta toss it in the bin.”
You don’t want to argue. That would be rude. So you come forward and accept the crumbly pastry with an ugly tear in the top, the filling bulging out.
“Lobster croquette,” she explains, “you’re not allergic, are ya?”
You shake your head and thank her as you back up to the wall again. You cup your hand under the misshapen ball as you bite into it. You could hum at the taste. It’s delicious and rich and savoury. You’ve never had anything like it. You’ve never even tasted lobster before.
“You like it?” She asks as you swallow your mouthful. You nod. “Quiet one, you.” She points at you.
You don’t answer. What can you say? You are quiet. You finish the croquette and go to dust the crumbs off your hand over the bin. You slide your foot off the pedal and let the lid drop. You take the cloth from your waistband and near the counter, going to work at tidying up the remnants of her work.
“Eh, look at you, busy little bee,” she chuckles, “I was gettin’ ta tha.”
“My job,” you insist.
“Maid,” a snap of the fingers draws your head up as Corissa sprinkles seasoning into a new pan.
Mr. Laufeyson offers only a curled finger. Your eyes round and cross to him, tucking the cloth into your pants again. He’s already striding away as you get to the door. You trail him, uncertain at what he needs. 
He leads you to the dining room, the garble of voices and clinking of glasses preceding your arrival. He enters ahead of you and claims the seat at the head of the table. The serves pass you with empty trays and you gape around in confusion.
“Oh my, look at me,” a woman giggles as she uses a cloth napkin to pat along her collarbone. Thin straps cling to her delicate shoulders as her skin glistens beneath the golden chain strung around her throat, “making a scene already.”
You see the wine glass on its side and hear the contents dripping onto the floor. You put your head down and hurry over. The dinner guests laugh and are quickly onto their next topic, about some coast they plan to vacation at once the summer comes. You try not to eavesdrop as you sop up the puddle of wine on the table and get down to wipe clean the floor.
As you do, you feel a tickle on the back of your neck. You don’t let it stop you. It must be an accident. You’re so cramped between the woman’s seat and the next that you must be in the way. The fingertips remain and brush more firmly as you hear a low, gritty exhale. 
You ball up the damped cloth and stand, daring a glance at the man as he draws his hand back into his lap. His broad shoulders make the back of the tall chair seem small and his blonde hair is twisted into a low tight bun. He guffaws loudly at the table, seemingly unfazed by his own wandering touch. It must’ve been an accident.
You back up and peer towards the head of the table. Laufeyson’s eyes are slits as he stares in your direction. Surely, he’s not watching you. You’re supposed to be unseen. Get out of there.
You retreat quickly, the din thundering louder and louder at your back, rumbling behind you into the hall. You wring the cloth, now stained and stinking of wine. You hope you didn’t upset Mr. Laufeyson, you only did as you were told.
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show-your-fangs · 9 months
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HOLY FUCK WAIT IDEA!!!!! WHAT ABOUT A TYPICAL CRIMINAL MINDS TROPE WHERE SOMETHING GOES SOUTH AND READER AND HOTCH ARE DATING BUT ITS STILL FRESH BUT SOMEHOW ONE OF THEM GETS IN TROUBLE AND WHEN IT ALL ENDS THEY HAVE ANGRY SEX BC HOW COULD THEY RISK THEIR LIFE LIKE THAT AND THEN THEY CONFESS THEIR LOVE
anon you are a fucking GOD
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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU f!Reader
Words: 868
CW: 18+, nsfw, mdni, rough smut.
Tags/warnings: established relationship, mean!hotch, tiniest bit of exhibitionism, sir kink, rough unprotected piv sex (wrap it before you tap it or at least make sure you talk it over with your partner and get tested!), love confession.
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You were bent over the hood of the SUV, your arms pulled behind your back, your skirt hiked over your ass and your panties tossed to the side as Aaron fucked you from behind. The dark country road he’d driven the two of you on your way out of the hospital deserted, even from wildlife. 
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” your screams filled the night air, pleasure and pain blurring together as he continued to pound into you. He didn’t care, he couldn’t care about how bad you were feeling, about how he should’ve probably not been this rough with you. But the doctor had said you didn’t have a concussion, so he’d allowed himself the leniency to be brutal. “It hurts, Aaron, please!”
But he didn’t stop. As much as you were protesting, as much as you claimed you weren’t enjoying the sadistic pace he’d set, he knew deep in his heart that you loved it. You loved it when he showed you who was in charge, who you belonged to, and he also knew that you would take this punishment for your carelessness without question.
“Being sorry is the least you can do,” he spat, words mean and heavy. “You were stupid,” he landed a powerful smack against your ass and you whimpered. “Refused to follow orders,” another blow, the sting only adding to the lightheadedness. “And almost got yourself killed!” he slapped your ass twice to emphasize his words, the weight of them, how your actions had made him feel. 
“I’m so sorry, sir,” you sobbed, tears blurring your vision, stinging your eyes. “I didn’t– I didn’t mean for that to happen I was just trying to help.”
Your voice seemed to snap him out of whatever anger fueled trance he was in. He finally took you in, your shivering body, your heavy breathing, the sobs you were desperately trying to conceal. 
He gently let go of your hands, giving you a moment to shake out your arms to relieve the pressure. He then stepped further into you, connecting your bodies as far as he could go before he leaned his chest over your back, pressing into you, enveloping you in his warmth. 
You whimpered against him, slowly but surely calming down as he ran soothing hands over your body. 
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered in your ear before placing a kiss on your neck. He was everywhere, you felt him everywhere, the pressure he was putting on you grounding. “I was just so scared, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
You nodded, your face turning over the cool metal of the hood to face him. “’S okay,” you managed. “I’m sorry I made you worry.”
“I always worry, baby,” he confessed. “Every time you’re out in the field and I’m not there with you…it kills me.”
You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “I worry too, Aaron,” he kissed your cheek before pressing his own tightly against your temple. “I know you’re this…this confident and strong person but I still worry something might happen and you won’t come home to me.”
The thought alone terrified him. He’d been so consumed by his own fear, his own feelings that he hadn’t stopped to think about how you could possibly feel the same way about him. His heart ached, his cock twitched inside of you and you clenched around him. 
“I’ll always come home to you, baby,” he said, gently rocking his hips into you, slow and soft thrusts to show you exactly how he was feeling. “You know why?”
You shook your head, your brain slowly disconnecting from your body as he resumed his previous movements. Only this time they were precise, calculated, meant to pleasure solely. His hand snaked into the front of your panties and his fingers began to lazily rub circles over your clit. 
“Because I love you, and there is no way I’m ever going to let anything keep me from coming back to you,” he confessed and all you could do was moan in response. Your sounds egged him on, made him pick up his pace just a little bit. “Tell me you love me,” he commanded, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.
You squealed, the sensation uncomfortable and painful once more. 
“I love you, Aaron,” you slurred, anything to make it stop. He pulled back then, chest overflowing with warmth, heart beating faster than ever before. He rammed back into you, his thrusts moving in tandem with his fingers. 
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you whined, your brain too far gone to think of anything else to say. 
Your walls constricted around him, your body tensed and he knew you were close. “Cum for me, come on, show me how much you love me.”
You came undone in seconds, powerful waves of pleasure washing through you and against him. He managed a few more thrusts before he sank himself in you, painting your walls with his spend. 
He held onto you tightly, like his life depended on it, gently caressing your body as you both came down from your highs. “I love you so much, baby.”
I need a fucking cigarette dude.
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ilyluffy · 1 year
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thinking abt monster cock toji who “doesent fit” inside you; but makes himself fit
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toji “i’ll make it fit” fushiguro am i right
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!toji, afab!reader, slight manipulation, size kink, fingering, oral (reader!receiving), dumbification, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, spankings, petnames “bunny”
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most people get shocked when this man whips out his cock for the first time so he isn’t surprised when your jaw drops at the size of him. no one could blame you for getting nervous. at a glance there’s no way toji’s massive girth could ever fit inside your little pussy.
toji begs to differ. when you raise concern he’s quick to assure you that it won’t be an issue. if there’s one thing toji’s good at it’s negotiating to get what he wants. even you’re in disbelief that he managed to talk you into stripping out of your clothes and bending over for him.
as promised, toji does what’s necessary to ensure that he’s able to slip the entirety of his dick inside of you. he makes you cum on his fingers and tongue at least twice before he aims his fat tip at your entrance. even with the prep the stretch makes you cry out.
by the time he’s half way inside your cunt your vision as blurred with tears. there’s nothing that toji wants to do more than shove the rest of his cock inside instantly but no doubt you won’t be able to take that. so he tries to whisper sweet encouragements as he slowly forces your pussy to swallow him.
by the time his balls connect with your clit, you’re basically drooling. who know all it would take to turn you dumb is just filling you to the brim. toji can’t stop himself from chuckling when all you can do is slur when he asks if you’re okay.
“that’s it. my dumb bunny” he snickers, smacking your ass in a congratulatory manner. “already stupid on my cock. let’s see how much you’re drooling when i give you my first load, sweetheart”.
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aethersea · 8 months
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etiquette for copying tags
you can and should copy tags onto the body of the post if you think they’re cool! the only rule for doing this is you should @ the person you got the tags from to give credit. this is polite! do this!!
but I’m persnickety so here are some lesser rules, which are not essential but which I think you should also follow bc they make the site experience nicer
1. if you can, copy-paste the tags directly, don’t screenshot. this makes the tags accessible for everyone using e-readers! I say “if you can” bc I’m given to understand this is basically impossible on tumblr mobile. rip everyone using the mobile app, braver than any us marine
2. the format™ for tags is to have a # in front of every line. sometimes you will copy-paste the tags and they won’t look that way, for mysterious reasons knowable only to software devs. you should tidy them up so they do, bc if there’s nothing clearly demarcating the start of a tag, it’s all just a weird river of words. it’s like removing all the periods from a paragraph.
3. it’s common practice to just paste the whole thing as a block of text, but in my opinion it’s nice sometimes to break it up into paragraphs, especially if it’s a lot of tags. improves readability, you know? more pleasant than reading a massive block of text
4. it is good and right to add image descriptions to screenshotted tags if you encounter them in the wild, to make the post accessible for everyone using e-readers. good samaritan behavior, we love you
5. don’t screenshot and then add an image description in the same reblog?? just paste the tags in directly?? why would you take up twice the space you need to and make everyone read the thing twice??? if you have the capacity to show the tags as text, then you...have the capacity to show the tags as text??? clown behavior, this baffles me
6. ‘prev tags’ has been outlawed by tumblr staff
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acciocriativity · 3 months
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WHEN THEY GET JEALOUS OF YOUR CHRISTMAS GIFT - MATZ + YUNHO (FROM THE 400 FOLLOWERS EVENT)
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Requested by the lovely @h3arteyes4mingi <3 This was soo much fun to write, there's a little bit of my own twist to fit the theme
If you enjoyed it, please reblog my work! The requests for the event are open!
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Ateez Masterlist
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In Korea, the Christmas tradition was quite different from your country and if you had to be honest, you missed it a lot in those 3 years you’ve been here. You thought you kept those thoughts to yourself, you realized you failed on that.
Hongjoong (김홍중)
He had no idea they were planning this. All he knew about was his own gift to you, one he gave you already by midnight since he came to your house after schedule.
You are a collector, always has been, and he loved to indulge you whenever he could find an interesting piece and that he did. You were so excited by the vintage vinyls you barely slept the night before.
So to him, sitting on your couch, watching the scene unfold, was quite amusing. You, still sleepy, doing your best to be as excited as you would be if they came by one or two hours later and them, making an absolute chaos as they always did.
“You guys are actually insane”.
“I think you mean we are amazing, now get your jaw off the floor and open this”, one of them said and handed their collective gift to you.
The thing is, the boys also loved to indulge another collection you had. Todecide which signed album to get you was hard, so they got you all of them but the one you bought already, your boyfriend’s.
The moment your eyes landed on the cardboard box, you knew what it was, and you didn’t hesitate to sit on the floor of the living room and make an absolute mess. The box left aside, the wrapping paper and bubble wrap all over the place would make you lose your mind in any other occasion.
“No way, you guys did not have to…”
In front of you, there was the whole collection of the new Ateez album and as you analyzed it further, all of them were signed.
“Open them before you thank us”, Wooyoung’s tone should be the first indicator something was off to Hongjoong, but it wasn’t.
You didn’t need to be told twice and even made Jongho bring your scissors, so the package wouldn’t be slightly damaged as you took off the plastic.
You had a little routine as you opened a new album of theirs, the photocards were last, but all of them insisted you saw it first.
Hongjoong could tell you were excited for whoever may be on it, but he did wish it was one of his, another one for your long collection.
“Ah!”, you screamed as you turned it. “Yeosang!”, you announced smiling from ear to ear. “Look at you, this hairstyle looks so good…”, you said as you took a closer look.
Hongjoong felt a sour taste on his mouth. Right, it was true, anything looks good on Yeosang, that’s just a fact, but that’s what you always say to him and him only whenever he changes his hairstyle and comes running home to show you in person.
“Another one! I don’t have this one, it’s so pretty”, you showed them both photocards next to each other.
“Pretty”, Hongjoong huffed as he looked away.
“Did you say anything, hyung?”, San asked like the devil himself beside him.
San’s smile reflected on everybody else’s faces.
“No, nothing, just thinking out loud”, he brushed it off, but now all eyes were on him, including yours. “Let me help you to open those”, he moved to sit beside you and got his hands to work without waiting for an answer.
That was enough to make the attention back on you and your excitement, and he couldn’t help but smile watching you do your thing.
He sat straight, a new wave of hope as he finished taking the plastics off and making a line for you to grab. One of them has to be him, there is just no way you won’t pull his photocards.
So he waited and waited, but album after album, you got Jongho, then Wooyoung and Seonghwa. Yunho, you pulled Yunho before him. In his head he felt like murdering them all. It was clear it was on purpose by the 3rd time the photocards matched the sign on the cover.
“Love, you’re pouting”, you whispered to him when the boys were busy roasting and cringing at each other’s photos.
“No, I am not”, he whispered back, all wide-eyed and defensive, threatening to look at you in the eyes.
“You know you’re the prettiest in my eyes, right?”
“Am I? Prettier than Yunho’s outfit and Yeosang’s hairstyle?”, he didn’t budge when you hugged him nor when you put your head on his shoulder.
“Look at him sulking because she didn’t pull his pc”, Mingi said as he noticed you two on your own word.
“I’m not sulking!”
Seonghwa (박성화)
In hindsight, he told you this morning he had another surprise coming soon, so you expected something, but nothing close to this. He already made your entire year last night after he cooked all your home country food for Christmas, with your help as soon as you noticed his behavior. So what else could he do?
It was a huge box, San could barely hold it alone as one by one, they came in and greeted both of you.
“What is all of this? Better not be another prank”, you said as you glared at Yeosang, the perpetrator the last time.
He dared to giggle as the memories resurfaced and gestured no with both hands, loosing all his composure and so flustered to answer you properly without laughing. Your comment also got a chuckle out of the others, including Seonghwa, who also receive a threatening glare on his direction, but his innocent eyes could get him out of anything, so you let it go for now.
“Do you think we would be so mean to you on Christmas morning?”, Wooyoung said in such an offended tone with his left hand on his heart, like you just said you hated puppies or something.
“I don’t know what to expect from you guys anymore”, you said as serious as you could be watching his dramatics.
Hongjoong had to interfere and remind everyone of what they were doing there in the first place
“To do something nice and not to bicker some more, understood?”, he cut off Wooyoung, using that captain voice and as if it was magic, they all fell back in line.
You made space on the kitchen table to open the box there. Your best guess would be another box, a smaller one then another and another, with something inside the last one. Instead, there were carefully wrapped albums, a shit ton of them, filling more than half of the whole thing. You were speechless, then you screamed in a way none of them saw before, the fangirl scream.
“Oh my…”, you couldn’t finish.
“Now you can’t say we never did something nice for you”, Jongho said, his tone was flat, but his smile gave away the true affection he felt.
It was a lie you could never tell anyway, since they would treat you like a little sister and pay your share every time.
“Who do you want to pull the most?”, Hongjoong asked as they all watched you open the first album, a Jongho signed copy.
“San”, you didn’t even hesitate to say.
All of them immediately looked at Seonghwa, who looked like he just got stabbed on the back.
“Have you ever seen his eyes this big?”, Yunho asked as he giggled at Seonghwa expression.
“At least pretend to think for a moment, you’re killing him”, San said as he joined in the laughter.
You looked at him, right by your side. Seonghwa, who casually leaned onto the wall, now fell to his knees, both hands on his heart as he looked at you with those same puppy eyes, then looked down fake crying. “You don’t love me anymore”.
You couldn’t help, but giggle yourself.
“Don’t you want to know why I want a San photocard?”
He looked away, but you noticed how his eyes moved to look at you every 2 to 3 seconds. He was quiet for a moment, still not meeting your eyes.
“Because I already have your set complete and there’s a lot of San’s cards missing for me”.
That was enough for him to stand up. “How do you have mine complete already?”, he frowned.
It was a conflicting feeling, he hates that you spent so much money to support him, but at the same time he was beyond touched by those five words only.
“I want to support you, that’s all you need to know”, you said as you focused back on your gifts. “Now, can you stop pouting and help me here?”
Seonghwa blinked slowly as he gulped, suddenly standing with impeccable posture. Was he pouting this whole time? He noticed too late how the boys got quiet, he knew he was screwed on the group chat later.
Jeong Yunho (정운호)
“Are you sure I’m not going to bother you guys?”, you asked once again to Yunho, who was driving you to their dorms.
He only smiled at you, then quickly looked back to the road, but his hand held yours tighter on top of his thigh, a silent request for you to trust him.
Any other person would be annoyed by now, but he knew the reason for this, it was a fair one. It was a true fact, they always had a schedule for Christmas day and rest was not a given to them, so you didn’t mind spending the day away from him. But not this year, he wanted to do something nice for you now, before lunch, because he would be busy later in the night.
To be honest, even if you were going to bother them, it was too late. You both arrived in front of the building. So you let it go, you trusted his judgment.
You took a moment to actually look closely at Yunho, as he parked the car on their spot. You only witnessed him so serious about something while dancing, he tends to loosing up as soon as he sees you, so it only makes this whole situation more intriguing to you, since he was determined not to tell you a single thing, it was a first for him.
Then, you noticed his ears getting red, but chose to ignore it. How can he still be so shy by your attention after all this time, it was a mystery.
He squeezed your hand to call you back to reality.
“I want you to just enjoy it, can you do that for me?”, you nodded and let go of his hand.
The chaos could be heard from outside the door, but the moment he started to press the door code, everything went silent.
But before you could make a comment, the door opened.
“Happy Birthday!”
“Merry Christmas!”
Half said something, half said something else.
In front of you, half the decoration was for Christmas, the other half was a birthday party. Yunho slipped from your side to grab his own party hat to complete the look of the best boyfriend in the world.
You were giggling at the sight, too many emotions in your heart to actually say something at the moment.
“Come sit and open your gift, Yunho-hyung worked hard to make it happen”, Jongho said.
That he did, he fought hard his own fans to grab those albums for you. To see you beaming while flicking through the photobook was priceless to him, it was all he wanted to see after missing your birthday a couple of days ago.
So you opened it one by one the eight signed copies of their new album, all different versions so you could add them all to your collection.
“Wait, wait”, Mingi said as you took out the last envelope with all the photocards and extra gifts. “Who do you want to pull?”
“Yunho, of course”.
“Boring”, Wooyoung said at the same time Yunho melted inside, a gorgeous smile on his face and the red on his ear.
Every envelope was now in front of you beside their designated albums, already opened. You saved the best for last, excited by the pulls you would get from Yunho’s version.
“You’ll have more lucky on this one”, he said and winked at you when no one was looking.
Your excitement was clear to anyone with at least 50% of eyesight. It was cute and a little gross, but you couldn’t care less about their distaste as you took a deep breath. It was that serious to you.
So you reveal them all at once onto the ground.
4 out of 4 was Hongjoong’s. You couldn’t say you were elated by them, not that you were upset either, but you already got them before, and you did wish to have the least a single of Yunho’s.
The boys couldn’t consider it a successful prank though, because you seemed the most upset in the room. It was kind of offensive if anyone would ask Hongjoong. Yunho was the one supposed to be upset in all of this, but he giggled through and through watching your reactions to their photocards, and now he was laughing!
“Yah, what? What’s wrong with my photocards?”, Hongjoong exclaimed as he pointed to them on your hands, a mixture between laughter and distress clear on his face. “They are cute, aren’t they?”, he went on and on about it as everyone laughed, but the moment you did, he almost killed you with his eyes only.
“Sorry”, you tried to keep a straight face.
Yunho and you shared a quick glance.
Mission failed.
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pairing: steve harrington x f!reader
hurt/comfort
warning: season 4 spoilers, angst, descriptions of a nightmare, blood, an injury, tw death mention. THERES FLUFF I PROMISE.
AN: first time writing for steve but i had this idea and just started writing so here we are, i hope you enjoy! feedback and reblogs are always nice✨✨ thank you @sunflowerspidey​ for always being my cheerleader and cheering me on to post my stories🥺💖
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Steve doesn’t know how he ended up in the woods, but he is, barefoot, muddy and running around trees. He gets a terrible sense of dread in his chest, like something is missing, something is wrong. Thunder booms in the sky, it makes him pause and look up. He sees red thunder, dark clouds and particles swirling in the air, all collectively telling him he’s back in the upside down. Maybe that’s where his dread comes from but knowing where he is doesn’t calm him down. No, there’s something else to it.  
 STEVE! He hears you call somewhere to his right, and he’s immediately on high alert. But the woods are too dark and he can’t see you. Everything clicks in a second, he was running because he was looking for you, you’re lost in these woods with him –though he doesn’t know why or how the two of you got there. It’s enough to get Steve running again, in the direction he heard you from moments before.  He runs and runs, calling your name, minding the vines, and wondering if he ever told you about them. He really hopes so.
 STEVE!
 This time his name sounds closer, and after running past some trees ahead, he finds you. He stops abruptly, taking in the scene in front of him. You’re muddy, just like he is, but you’re struggling to shake yourself away from a tree –it’s pulling you towards it, holding on to one of your legs and an arm. Dark and gory vines circle your wrist and ankle, and your face is contorted in pain, as you try to pull yourself free. Steve says your name again, and your head snaps up from your struggle. Your eyes widen immediately when you hear him. He rushes to your side in an instant, kneeling in front of you.
 “Steve.” You say his name in wonder, like you thought he wasn’t going to find you.
 “I’m here, baby. Stay still, let me help you.” His eyes roam your face for any other injury before getting to work on your wrist.
 The two of you work together, both squeezing and pulling on the vine to create enough space for your hand to slide free. Steve helps you stand, then starts stomping on the thick vine pulling on your leg –hive mind be dammed– until it loosens just enough for you to pull your foot up and away from the vine.
  You stumble forwards to him and he’s quick to catch you, arms around your waist to hold you to his chest. “Are you hurt?” You ask, looking up at him —there are tears in your pretty eyes, and he is quick to wipe them away.
 His worry won’t stop his eyebrows from furrowing deeply but he shakes his head nonetheless. “No, but we need to get out of here. Now. Can you walk?” He lets go of you and holds your hand instead.
  You look down at your ankle, moving it tentatively and only wincing slightly, “Yeah, my ankle doesn’t hurt too much.”
  “Ok let’s go, there should be a gate on the lake.”
  Steve starts to lead the way to where –he hopes– the gate is still located, when he feels your fingers abruptly slip from his. He looks over his shoulder to ask what’s wrong only to find you floating a few feet away from him. Your hands are clutching at your throat and you’re gasping for breath, struggling to breath. The figure standing behind you makes his blood run cold.
 “Steve.” The figure speaks in a deep and chilling voice. “Did you think you were going to win twice?”
 As the creature takes a step closer, where the red thunder shines some light on his face, Steve comes face to face with Vecna. He is just like how Max had described him –slimy, scarred, and terrifying. Steve feels his hands shake, he has nothing to fight with, no fire and no weapon, so he decides to trade. You’re becoming purple by the second, and if anyone should get away from here it’s you, not him.
 “Take me instead. Let her go and take me instead.” Steve says, trying to keep his voice from wavering but his fear isn’t for himself. It’s for you.
 Vecna growls but moves his hand so that you’re able to breathe. Steve steps forwards then, ready to catch you in case the not-quite-a-man in front of him just drops you to the ground. You manage to let out a series of coughs followed by a broken –Steve, no– before Vecna pulls you backwards again. The sound of broken skin and a scream pierces Steve’s ears.
 Steve can’t register his own scream as his time with you comes to mind in tiny glimpses of his memories. All while he sees one of Vecna’s claws piercing your back and protruding from your front. He sees you in his car, wind blowing your hair as you sing along to Blondie at the top of your lungs, one of your hands clutching his in the center console. Another flash and there you are, stargazing with him, the stars reflecting on your eyes as you point different made-up constellations to him. Another flash and he sees you dancing to yourself in his kitchen, prepping snacks for a picnic with the kids. Now, though, the you that’s in front of him seems to lose color with each second that goes by. He realizes then that those past moments –barely two years– are all he’ll get to have with you.
 Vecna disappears and you fall to the ground, coughing and clutching your bloody front. “No, no, no, baby, you’re going to be okay.” Steve says. He falls to the ground next to you and pulls you into his lap. He discards his shirt and presses it to your bleeding wound grimacing at its size —you’re losing too much blood.
 “Steve.” You say breathless, wheezing like each breath is a battle. Tears gather in your eyes and run down your cheeks, two shiny streams that make Steve’s own eyes water. “I’m sorry.”
 “No, don’t be. I’m going to get us out of here and we’ll fix you up.” He moves to stand with you in your arms, but you whimper in pain at the movement.
 “Steve, you have to leave me and go.” You raise a week hand to his cheek, move your thumb to his trembling lip. “Save yourself, please.”
 He lets out a shaky breath and shakes his head no, but you shush him as best you can. “I wish we could have had more time.” You say, so softly he almost doesn’t catch it, your eyes falling closed.
 Steve breaks then, whatever was left of his composure gone, his tears fall freely, and a sob shakes him from head to toe. “I can’t leave my girl behind; you know that. Baby…” He let’s go of the shirt to gently hold your face, smiling shakily. His whole frame trembles with fear when you can’t find the strength to open your eyes again. “Baby, please stay with me. Don’t– Don’t leave me.”
 “I love you.” You whisper, and Steve feels the way your last breath leaves your body. It breaks something in him he doesn’t think anything will ever fix.
 A soul wrenching sob escapes him as he leans down to press his forehead to yours. His tears mix with your drying ones as they fall on your cheeks. He hates that he feels the warmth of your body disappear with each passing second, and it only shatters him even more.
 “Come back to me, please, come back.” He repeats over and over again as darkness starts to engulf both of you, blinding him, and filling his whole body with even more fear than before. It should have been him… It should have been him instead of you.
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 “Steve.” Your voice is soft as to not startle him further, but your grip on his shoulder is firm. “Steve, please wake up.”
 Steve wakes up with a gasping breath, eyes opening wide as he sits up. It takes a few seconds for reality to sink in. His eyes scan the room, the lamp on the nightstand that’s casting a soft golden glow over everything, the blanket covering him, and then you; looking soft and worried and alive. The relief is enough to make tears blur his vision until they’re falling down his cheeks. He looks away, relieved but embarrassed. It had all been a nightmare and it had woken you up.
 “Hey.” You whisper, placing delicate fingers under his chin and gently turning his face towards yours. You press your forehead against his and you move your face gently to brush your noses together. “You don’t have to tell me, but it’s okay to cry Steve. What’s that you always say? Don’t hide from me.”
 Steve leans back and looks into your eyes, melting at the sight of them, of you. So pretty and worried and caring. His eyes want to take you in and memorize you all over again, memorize the healthy glow of your skin and the soft smile on your face. The way your breath is so close to him and how it still makes him shiver. He nods and uses one of his hands to brush his tears away. “Just… come here, please.”
 He beckons you closer and you go to him, happily providing the physical comfort he needs. Your arms go under his and around his waist as you climb into his lap, where Steve holds you like you might disappear any second. His arms are around your shoulders, keeping you as close as he can. His breath is warm against your neck, where he buries his face, breathing you in and matching his breaths to yours.
 “You’re okay.” You say, placing kisses on his shoulder when you feel a few silent tears fall onto your skin. “We both are.”
 “I dreamt I lost you. I thought I was back in the Upside Down… it felt so real.” He says after some quiet moments, his arms tightening around you. “But you’re here.”
 “I am.” You tell him. “And in Steve Harrington’s arms no less. I’d say I’m pretty safe.”
 “Pretty safe huh?” A soft chuckle escapes him, and he kisses your neck in quick succession. “Sorry for waking you up.”
 “Shh.” You shake your head and hold him closer. “You don’t have to apologize, baby. I’m always here for you.”
 Steve nods against you, his shoulders slowly relaxing with every breath. Your hands move from the top of his back, down to the bottom, drawing a path along his spine. You want to take all his worries away, like he does when you feel scared or anxious. Steve always shows a brave and barely shakable exterior, but you know he can’t always be like that –no one can. You’re thankful he lets himself be vulnerable with you, so that you can comfort him at times like this, so you can let him know he’s not alone. A soothing touch has always calmed the two of you down, even if it’s the squeeze of a hand –it’s a comforting reminder that you have someone on your corner.
 You soak up his body heat despite the warm summer night, breathing him in, until his body starts to go limp with exhaustion against you. “Come on, handsome. Let’s lie down, we can leave the lamp on.” You tell him softly before a yawn makes it way pass your lips.
 Steve maneuvers you both back into the mattress so you’re both comfortable but he’s still holding you close. He props himself up on one elbow and rests his other arm around your waist, while you lie on your side, looking up at him with sleepy eyes. The fear and sadness that had shone in his eyes when he woke up are long gone, replaced by nothing short from reverent adoration as he looks down at you. He moves the hand on your waist, to you face, running the back of his knuckles down your cheek before he places it where it was before.
 “You should try to sleep.” You whisper, battling against the sudden sleepiness that tries to shut your eyes closed.
 “Nah,” Steve shakes his head and smiles softly. “Let me look at you for a bit.”
 You get the urge to hide your face against the pillow but decide to indulge him with a sleepy smile. “Alright.”
 “You still like Blondie, right?” He asks, keeping his voice low. His thumb rubs circles over your sleep shirt, the soothing motion pushing closer to sleep’s arms.
 Despite your drowsiness though, you catch a hint of worry in his words that makes you think back to his dream and subsequently the Kate Bush loving teenager that brings her Walkman wherever she goes. He wants to know if he’ll get you back with Blondie if you end up cursed.
 You open your eyes to meet his cedar brown ones and smile. “Yeah, I do.” You say, before your eyes fall closed once more and you hum your favorite song. Color me your color baby, color me your car.
 Steve chuckles and ducks down to press a fond kiss against your forehead. “Good.” He mutters. “I love you.”
 You move closer to his side, and you hear Steve sigh at the comfort. “I love you too. Sleep, okay?”
 The last thing you feel is another kiss on your skin –this time on your cheek– and Steve settling next to you. He doesn’t turn off the lamp, and you don’t mind.
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