#SHE WAS STILL SO SMALL PH

[kitten4sannie]

ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

pairing: dilf! san x boytoy! wooyoung x fem! reader

genre: smut <3

summary: you search for a rebound at your local club after a break up. the club owner and his favorite boyfriend are there to satisfy your needs.

w.c: 3.3k

warnings: daddy dom kinda switch! san (almost chewed my fingers off writing him like this trust), dom! wooyoung (he’s kinda passively there when it comes to reader but i promise he’ll be more prominent in part two~), subby good girl! reader, woosan, alcohol use, reader is not drunk but sufficiently tipsy, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names (angel, princess, pretty girl, etc), teasing, possessiveness, praise, voyeurism/exhibitionism, body worship, grinding, kissing, marking, fingering, double? blowjob? idk (san gets head while giving it too oop-) , deep-throating, slight hair pulling, snowballing

a/n: hii guess who’s back from the dead just in time for the cb? <3 and i brought a present ~ a naughty one hehe :3 the inspo came from those pics above bc they look so expensive and cunty and so yummy ugh and THEN san decided to strip at the mama awards and now i’m ILL and ready to howl at the moon anyways !!this is out of pocket like usual and i put my whole kitty into it okayyy so i hope you enjoy and pls lemme know if you’re excited for part two >< <33

song rec: incubator by ph-1, gun by doja cat, wine pon you also by doja cat feat. konshens (every time i hear the last part it reminds me of san’s dance cover hnnnnhgg)

“Girl, you better slow down on that drink,” the woman sitting beside you at the bar warned, resting her forearms down on the cool surface of the sleek marble countertop, continuing to watch you slurp down a long island iced tea. “I’m not about to hold your hair up for you later.”

“Can you leave me alone? I’m grieving over here, god,” you whined to her with your straw still in between your pouting, quivering lips, your eyes brimming with tears. “And for the record, he broke up with me over text. Text.”

She shook her head. “You are not about to cry over a man right now.”

You pushed your empty glass away, before dramatically pointing a finger into your chest, causing the strap of your dress to droop down your shoulder a bit. “You’re right, but I can still be a mess if I want to, thank you very much.”

“Well, you’re certainly achieving that,” she stated, idly sipping on her own drink, looking you up and down until you felt like you had to prove something to her.

“Okay, fuck this,” you muttered, pushing yourself off of the barstool and pulling your dress down where it was beginning to rise up near your ass, sniffling a bit.

“Where are you going?”

Pulling out a small tube from the v-neck of your dress to apply a fresh coat of lip gloss, you smacked your lips together and motioned your hand to the vast amounts of sweaty, drunk people grinding on each other on the opposite side of the club. “I’m gonna get some rebound dick. Don’t wait up.”

The woman smiled to herself as she watched you disappear into the sea of people, still just sipping on her drink. Little did you know, someone else was already waiting for you in that crowd. And they came as a package deal.

-

“I want her, Sannie,” Wooyoung chimed to the older man that was sitting beside him on the comfy VIP couch, the man’s arm wrapped protectively around his waist. The younger man took a finger off of his fruity drink to point at the woman that was feeling herself up with her body pressed to an unnamed man on the dance floor across from them, charmed by the unbothered, almost melancholic expression imprinted on her flushed face, like she was just waiting for someone like them to take care of her, to make her pretty face flush for a different reason.

San followed Wooyoung’s manicured nail until it led to the sight of you, a few wrinkles etched into his skin near his lips and where his eyes creased with amusement. “Mmm. Shall I leave you to your own devices then? Daddy can watch you seduce that pretty girl from here, can’t he?” His smile deepened when Wooyoung shifted beside him, his thigh pressing into San’s larger one, knowing his plaything was already getting hot under the collar. San held Wooyoung’s chin between his ringed fingers, leaning in to murmur, “And you’ll be a good boy and bring her to me once you get her nice and wet, won’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Wooyoung replied breathily, barely getting his words out when the man pulled him in for a heated kiss.

Just when Wooyoung began to lean into him, his hands resting on San’s leather-bound chest, the older man broke the kiss, wiping the other’s saliva from his mouth. “Get going, naughty boy.”

Despite being dizzy with need, Wooyoung nodded, obediently nodding as he stood up from the couch. He fixed his hair and checked his makeup, before heading into the sea of sweaty, lust-drunk people to find you.

You were almost too busy rolling your body along to the hypnotic flow of the house track that was bumping through the speakers around you to notice the warmth of someone else pulling you near him, his hand sliding onto the small of your back and his lips against your ear, goosebumps forming across your skin.

“Can I steal you away?” Wooyoung whispered in a low voice, smiling at your slow nod, your eyes practically dilating at the sight of him. You didn’t know angels frequented night clubs. That was news to you. The both of you silently watched as his veiny hands slowly slid onto your hips, his fingers squeezing into them just enough to make you shiver.

He brought you back against him with a gentleness that made you a little weak in the knees, moving his hips against yours, guiding you against his body to the pulsing beats of the song.

Desperate to be needed by the obscenely attractive stranger, you took it upon yourself to grind back against him, feeling his cock harden against your ass through his satin pants.

“Fuck, baby, don’t you know what’ll happen if you keep doing that?” he exhaled into your ear, his fingers moving down slightly to squeeze your thighs.

You turned your head back to meet his searing gaze, licking your lips, your eyelids lowering. “What’s going to happen?”

Glancing to the side to make sure San was still watching, which he was, with a hand clutching his upper thigh, Wooyoung looked back to you, his hands moving further outwards to feel the sides of your ass, encouraging your dress to move up little by little, replying, “We’ll have to play with you, angel.”

“Yes, please,” you breathed out, resting your head against his chest, allowing him to feel up your body, his hands groping along your abdomen to your tits, the cogs inside your head moving at a slower rate than usual. “Wait…did you just say…we’ll?” Just as you spoke, Wooyoung reached around to grasp your chin and guide it to the side, allowing you to spot the fiery-headed gentleman manspreading on the VIP couch across from you, his heated gaze alone making you throb. “Isn’t…that the guy who owns this place?”

“Mm, he owns a lot of things. You see, darling, even though I want you all to myself–” Wooyoung squeezed his hands around your barely clothed tits through your dress, making you moan. “San doesn’t like it when I don’t share with him.” His hands slowly moved down your front to your clothed cunt, feeling your wetness coat his fingers when he rubbed them against your clothed slit. All you could focus on was the way San shifted around on the couch, his hands gripping his thighs like his body was aching to be free from his tight ensemble, Wooyoung’s upcoming offer barely getting processed in your hazy brain. “Do you wanna meet him?”

One single nod was all it took for Wooyoung to take your hand with a knowing smile on his pretty face, like he could already tell what was about to go down that night, before guiding you past the crowd, the bouncers, and directly up to San, who was eagerly waiting your arrival.

As soon as you stepped foot into the exclusive lounge, the visual of the older man had your already weak knees ready to buckle underneath you now that you could see him up close. He was dressed head to toe in sleek, expensive leather. The top only had two buttons to support his front, his broad chest on full display for you to drool over. Your eyes eventually followed upwards until you got to his obscenely handsome face, his sharp, feline-like features bathed in the club’s sinful red lighting. Then, of course, the nail in the coffin was the dimpled smile he offered you, one that was so inviting that you didn’t realize you were being drawn to him like a moth to a burning flame.

“That’s right, go ahead and get nice and comfortable on my lap, sweetheart,” his words, sweet like honey, melted off his tongue in a low drawl, his limbs wrapping around you as soon as you sat down on his lap, resting one hand comfortably on your thigh, his other reaching up to play with your hair. “What brought you here tonight? To my pretty boy? To me?”

You gently hooked an arm around his neck to keep yourself upright, gazing at Wooyoung who sat beside you both on the couch, his fingers rubbing gentle circles around one of your ankles, before turning your head to look at the older man, trying to keep bad memories from flooding your brain.

San gently twirled your hair around his finger, urging in a deep, comforting voice, “Let it out. Don’t be afraid, princess.”

Your brain offered you a pleasant fuzziness instead. “I…had a bad breakup…I just really wanted to come here, get my back blown out, and forget about it all, you know?”

Wooyoung stifled a cackle, while San’s lower lip jutted out in a pout, his hand splaying across your upper thigh, slowly rubbing it up and down. “Poor angel. I bet he never made you feel needed, huh?” You mirrored his pout, shaking your head. “I can make you feel needed, baby. Do you want that?” A nod this time, your breath caught in your throat. San leaned in, pressing his lips to your warm cheek, murmuring, “Then, let Daddy take care of you, alright?”

And just like that, there were no rules anymore. No regulations. No holding back. Just you, two strangers, and a club full of people that couldn’t care less about what you were doing. San still held you in his lap, your trembling legs just barely spread open enough to allow his hand in between them, rubbing his thick digits against your cunt through your soaked panties, while Wooyoung had a front row seat. “Is it good for you, baby? Or do you want more?”

“More,” you exhaled, about to say something when San squeezed your clit roughly, making you gasp.

“More, what, princess?” San leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, whispering against them, “What’s my name?”

“More, Daddy,” you corrected yourself, just as San’s ringed fingers moved past your panties and slipped right inside you up to the knuckle, filling you up just enough to make your brain go fuzzy.

Wooyoung moaned just when you did, biting his lip at the sight of San’s veins popping out when he began to pump his fingers in and out of your squelching hole. “Fuck, that’s so hot…she’s so wet, Daddy…”

“She is, isn’t she?” San agreed, curling his fingers inside you until he hit the spot that made you drool, his lips suddenly latching onto your neck to leave his mark behind on your skin so you could remember exactly what you did when you woke up the next morning. “Look at you, taking my fingers in your tight little cunt like this. Such a good girl.”

“Uh-huh,” you could barely verbalize, whining at his words, clenching around his digits. You could barely focus on anything else except for the older man’s thick fingers stretching you out, his rings offering you a pleasure you didn’t realize you needed in your life, though Wooyoung’s warm hands on your thighs and gentle smile kept you from getting too lost in the moment.

However, San was in the same boat as you, his trapped, throbbing cock already leaking so much pre-cum that he was about to lose it, encouraging him to suggest, “Mm, but you need Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He watched you give him a weak nod, knowing you were on the edge of orgasming from the way your body began to lock up. “I should just fuck you dumb right here for everyone to see. Have you make a big mess on this couch. It’s my club, after all. Why shouldn’t I do what I want?” He sped up the pace, practically pounding his fingers into your cunt, your arousal leaking down your shaking thighs, continuing to dispel filthy words for only you and his boytoy to hear. “Fuck, they’ll enjoy seeing a pretty thing like you fall apart on my lap, won’t they? See this cunt of yours stretch around my cock and take my cum inside. Mmm. See the way I make you mine.”

Everything was too much. The crowded room. The possibility of someone’s eyes on you. San’s filthy words. His fingers jammed inside your soaked cunt. Wooyoung’s unwavering gaze, his hands squeezing into your thighs. The unrelenting pleasure coursing through your body. You ended up cumming so hard, you saw stars, not even realizing San was silencing your pleasured cries until you felt his lips on yours and his tongue push into your open mouth. Just as San pulled away, Wooyoung took his place, tasting the alcohol on your tongue, before gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Should we go to your office now, Sannie?” Wooyoung asked the older man, his hooded eyes flitting between San’s and yours, neither of you even having to speak another word before you all got up from the couch.

-

“Whoa,” you murmured to yourself, looking around the expansive room, the interior matching the rest of the sleek club. Aside from the small computer desk setup in the corner, there was a large bed with satin sheets that took up a good portion of the room, but most of your attention was on the mirrors that were perfectly positioned on either side of the bed, as well as the ceiling. “Mirrors?”

“Sannie likes to watch himself,” Wooyoung giggled, rubbing the small of your back in comforting circles, leading you to the bed alongside San who sat down on the edge of it, looking up to you and Wooyoung who stood behind you, running his hands along your sides up to your shoulders, before taking hold of the zipper of your dress.

“I like to watch pretty angels like you come undone too. Watch the lust take over you until you’re covered in sweat and cum,” San mused, gazing into your eyes until Wooyoung slowly pulled the straps of your dress down, the both of them watching it fall from your body. Groaning, San began to mirror Wooyoung’s actions, unbuttoning his blazer, then pulling it off and revealing an expanse of smooth tan skin, the muscles in his arms flexing as he began to unbuckle his pants. Once San’s pants hit the floor and his thick, veiny cock sprung up, you found yourself sinking down to your knees, your mouth watering at the sight of pre-cum dribbling down the man’s reddened cockhead. “What do you want, princess? Tell me.”

“Your cock,” you requested immediately, settling your hands on his strong thighs. “In my mouth, please.”

“Ahh…?” San tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows raising up slightly.

“Daddy,” you replied swiftly, leaning in to rub your cheek against his hot, throbbing length, pouting, licking at the pre-cum that dripped onto your face. “Please.”

“Good girl. So dirty for me. Aren’t I a lucky man?” San let out a satisfied sigh, reaching down to wrap a good amount of your hair around his fist, holding it in a ponytail so that he could see your face, before sliding his cock into the hot, slick haven that was your mouth and throat. “That’s it, suck it nice and hard, princess. Show me how much you like having Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

You reciprocated, throating his cock the best you could, choking and gagging occasionally, digging your fingers into his thighs.

“Mmm, there you go. You’re so good for me, angel. Don’t stop, okay?” San praised, closing his eyes, gripping your hair, slowly thrusting himself into your open mouth, delighted by the lewd sounds of your moans and the squelching sounds coming from your throat. Once he felt Wooyoung’s fingers slide into his hair and grip it, San looked up, watching Wooyoung lift one leg up onto the edge of the bed, the younger man’s eyes full of hunger.

Finally getting your throat to relax completely, you simply continued to take San’s cock in your throat, having to blink the remaining tears away to see San clearly — though nothing could prepare you for the sight of Wooyoung guiding San’s head downwards, his twitching cock disappearing inside San’s willing mouth.

“Fuck, it feels so hot,” Wooyoung panted, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, thrusting deeper until he entered San’s throat, the older man’s groans vibrating onto Wooyoung’s balls each time they touched his chin. “Daddy acts so big and bad all the time, but he just loves getting cock rammed down his throat, huh?”

Wooyoung knew him so well. That’s why he was his favorite, well, aside from the angel that was taking him to heaven with only her mouth. San reached up with his free hand to massage Wooyoung’s balls, guiding his mouth along the younger man’s cock himself, sucking him off like he was made for it, like he always did.

Letting go of San’s hair to touch his own body, shuddering at all the pleasure at his disposal, Wooyoung gazed down at you, watching you obediently take San’s cock, the man’s hand still wrapped up in your hair and tugging at it. “Look at you go. You look so pretty when your mouth’s stuffed with cock, angel. You’re gonna make my Daddy cum so hard for you, huh?”

Squeezing your thighs together around your hand that was playing with your dripping cunt, you nodded your head, swearing you were about to cum just from what was happening around you, knowing San was in a similar place from the way he started to involuntarily buck his hips up into your mouth.

“Don’t swallow and save some for me, baby, okay? Don’t be stingy,” Wooyoung reminded you in a strained, breathy voice, almost falling over from the way San gripped one side of his hips, a string of obscenities falling from his lips when the man forcefully drove his throbbing cock into his hot throat, about to see god herself when San’s throat began constricting around his length like a pussy would. “Fuck, gonna cum, Sannie.”

San pulled back, a few thick strings of saliva connecting his swollen lips to Wooyoung’s dripping tip, his hand closing around the base to jerk him off. “Cum on Sannie’s face, will you? Make a big fucking mess for me.”

Wooyoung whined and panted, San’s slick hand moving quickly along his length, trying not to choke on his spit and moans, barely able to stay upright, but thankfully San had a good grip on his hips.

San looked down at you, licking the saliva from his lips, pulling out just enough so that his thick cockhead rested on your tongue. “Are you going to take this load? Hmm? Want it?”

“Yes, fuck, Daddy, please give it to me,” you begged, panting heavily, your fingers about to slip out of you from how fast you were moving them.

“Oh god, here it comes, angel,” San groaned out, squeezing around the base of Wooyoung’s cock, making him let out a broken, high-pitched whine.

Your combined pleasure came rocketing up to an intense peak, sending the three of you into a mindnumbing state of ecstasy. Thick, hot spurts of liquid came raining down on San’s face, just as his load shot out onto your tongue and down your throat, your own release soaking into the velvet carpet underneath you.

Fading out of reality during the majority of your high, your ears ringing, it took you a minute to realize that someone’s mouth was on yours, their fingers cupping your face. Opening your glossy eyes, you watched in a daze as Wooyoung took his sweet time slurping San’s cum off of your tongue.

San gripped Wooyoung’s hair and brought his head back, parting his lips and allowing Wooyoung to shovel his own cum into his mouth, swallowing it down with a low, pleased groan.

Pleased with the sin that was taking place in front of you, you took it upon yourself to drag your tongue across San’s chiseled jaw to his cheek, collecting some of Wooyoung’s release into your mouth, only to press your lips to his, letting him taste himself. Wooyoung moaned into your mouth, deepening the kiss, until San pulled you away from each other.

“Haven’t had enough, you two?” San chuckled, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“No~ Not after that,” you giggled, rubbing your cheek against San’s palm when he caressed it.

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you, looking at San with a sweet smile, his long eyelashes fluttering. “Can we keep her, Daddy? I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

Little wrinkles formed near San’s eyes once he smiled at you. “I suppose so.”

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[enha-stars]

✧ let me take care of you

pairing: soft!jake x reader (angst, smut, fluff)

summary: after years of feeling unloved, you now have jake and he loves you so much and he's not afraid to prove it

warnings: shitty parents, crying, feeling insecure, minor angst, kissing, oral (f rec), unprotected sex (don't), hair pulling, jake being in love, mdni

you stare at the picture frame in your hand with apprehensive eyes, gripping the old wood so hard that your palm begins to sweat. you thought you had tossed it years ago, but a small, childish part of you knew that you hadn’t. 

you swallowed the lump in your throat as your thumb gently grazed the glass, wiping the smudge off your mother’s blank face. setting the rest of the box down, you sank to the floor, still clutching the picture frame close to your heart. 

pulling your sleeve over your palm, you wipe the dust off the frame and gaze at your parent’s faces. they stare back at you with little emotion, uptight smiles and thoughtless eyes. your eyes flicker down to the little girl seated between them and your frown deepens. you almost don’t recognize yourself, the tight smile and sad eyes. 

unconsciously, you raise your hand to your own, real face and brush your lips, fingers grazing your cheeks. your skin is the same as it’s always been, but you can recognize the ridges and bumps on your face. your heart settles a bit, knowing that the little girl in the photo learns to stretch her muscles and that she moves on. 

you drop your hand and bite the inside of your cheek, a sudden wave of emotions crashing into you. that isn’t true, is it? because even though it’s been years since you’ve seen your parents, you still feel like the little girl from the photo. you know that sometimes, your smile isn’t as bright as it can be and you can’t help but glance over your shoulder. 

you glance down at the promise ring on your finger and quickly drop the photograph into your lap. you don’t want any part of the photo to touch the ring, it being so pure and lovely. it didn’t deserve to be tainted any more than it already was. 

this is how jake finds you, sitting on the floor of the storage room with a single photograph in your lap. he pokes his head into the room and he instantly smiles at the sight of you, eyes softening. he steps into the room and notices your rigid shoulders and the way your entire body is trembling. his smile drops and he scans the room, eyes falling on the damaged box beside you. 

“there you are, darling.” he pays attention to the way you jump, startled by him. he frowns, bending down to match eye level with you. “what’re you doing, y/n? what’s that?” 

his eyes fall to the picture frame in your lap and you immediately hold it close to your chest, hiding it from him. “it’s nothing, yuni.” 

you look up jake and his heart sinks at the look on your face; your slightly glassy eyes and furrowed eyebrows, lip pulled between your teeth. he moves closer to you, eyes filled with concern as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“what’s wrong, darling?” he cups your jaw and rubs the part of your skin you had touched earlier. it’s enough to make you drop your gaze, hoping the treacherous tears that gathered wouldn’t fall. 

you want to hide the picture frame, but you know it’s pointless. instead, you just tilt it away from you and watch as jake’s eyes glance down. his eyebrows furrow and you watch as his features harden. it makes you feel a bit better, knowing the picture affected him just as it had you. 

gently, he picks the frame out of your lap and stares at it, staring at your parent’s blank faces. he hasn’t seen this photo in a long time and he can’t say he missed it. jake knew of your parents, knew of the trauma they caused; the years of neglect that had turned into indifference. he hated them, more than he ever hated anyone. 

he wants to smash the frame into bits, but he notices the way your bottom lip wobbles and the slight tremble of your shoulders, and instead, he simply puts the photo back in the box. he closes the flaps and pushes the box back into the depths of the room, moving it far away from you.

you watch with heavy eyes, a sudden feeling of gratitude as he puts a good distance between your frozen parents and yourself. he frowns at the direction of the box before his eyes travel to you and they soften, a small smile on his plush lips. 

he cups your cheek and grazes his thumb under your eye before he stands up. you stare up at him from the floor and he extends his hands to you, a tender smile on his lips. “come on, darling. it’s time for dinner.” 

hesitantly, you slip your hands into his and he firmly tugs you up, making sure you don’t have to use an ounce of strength. you jolt up and he laughs at your bewildered expression, a soft crinkle in his eyes. your heart feels heavy, but you smile at the sound of his laughter anyways. it’s always been one of your favourite sounds. 

you stare at each other for a few seconds. you try to hide the sudden sadness in your chest, the overwhelming feeling of being too much and being too unloveable has begun to build a home within your heart. jake can see it, no matter how hard you try to push it down. he sees it in your eyes, the way the light in them has suddenly dimmed. he feels it in the lightness of your touch, the way your skin hovers over his.

he hates it; hates that even now, your parents have the ability to dig through barely mended cracks and settle between your bones. he hates that you doubt yourself, doubt your ability to be loved and cherished. if you could see how much love he holds for you, you’d never question it again. 

he squeezes your hands once before he drops one and laces your fingers together, pulling you out of the storage room and back upstairs, hoping the change of scenery would also change your mood. you simply follow behind him, knowing you’d follow him anywhere. 

jake brings you to the family room and you both smile and layla’s soft yawn, waking up at the smell of both of you. he guides you to the sofa and you fall back, sinking into the soft brown material as layla nuzzles her head into your thigh. you grin at the dog and scratch behind her ear, breathing deeply as your heart begins to quietly settle. 

jake stares at you and layla with a soft smile, his two favourite girls. you glance at him and almost frown at the gentleness in his eyes. your lips quirk upwards and he grins, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. he pats layla’s head and stretches. 

“you sit here and watch something, i’m just going to finish up dinner.” 

you instantly shake your head and try to stand up, but jake stands right in front of you, his legs pressing into your knees. “jae,” you frown. “let me help you.” 

jake shakes his head and crosses his arms. “no. i want to make you dinner.” he doesn’t want to leave you with your thoughts, but he also wants to take care of you. he just wants you to be full and happy. 

“i want to help, though.” usually, you don’t mind it when jake cooks for you. but the picture brought up past insecurities, ruining your perception of everything. you didn’t deserve jake, nor his effort. he shouldn’t waste his time making you dinner. “why don’t you sit with layla and i’ll cook.” 

jake uncrosses his arms and cups your face with both hands, tilting your head up. he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your nose, and then your forehead. “you can cook tomorrow, darling. besides,” he brushes his nose against yours, “layla likes you better.” 

a small smile spreads across your face and it makes jake’s heart beat faster. no matter how many times he saw it, it would always make him flush. you had the prettiest smile and he wanted it tattooed on his chest. 

jake leaves you in the family room and rolls his sleeves up as he turns on the stove. thankfully, he had finished the majority of dinner earlier, when you were downstairs cleaning. he smiles briefly when he hears the familiar tune of your favourite show’s theme song, happy you listened to him. 

he works quietly around the kitchen, grabbing different spices and mixing different things as he thinks about you. it had taken you a long time, but you slowly healed from all the suffering. it didn’t mean that it didn’t still affect you. jake knew it did. he knew that some mornings, you woke up feeling like you didn’t deserve any of it. sometimes, he’d catch you looking at him with so much longing and pity and it made him sick. 

you were everything to him. everything. he had never met anyone more deserving of love; you deserve only the good, most purest parts of life. some nights, he’d dream about handing you the world and begging you to do as you please. 

regardless of what you thought, he didn’t hate it when you got like this; when the days felt darker and the grass felt dull. he knew that this was normal, that everyone had better days and not some good days. he only hated that he couldn’t take on the burden and sadness himself. 

if someone had to feel it, he rather it be him. 

your eyes lazily stare at the television as your rub layla’s stomach, smiling every time she grunts out of content. your eyes are on the characters in front of you but your mind is far away. you try not to focus on the noise and smell coming from the kitchen because you might lose your mind if you do. 

you don’t deserve jake; not even in the slightest. you had been pretending for far too long but seeing your parent’s faces, their hollow eyes and empty smiles reminded you of your place. if your own parents couldn’t love you, what made you think that jake could? what made you think that you deserved his love?

you bite back a sob, hating that two very familiar, sinister voices argue back and forth in your mind. here you were, sitting comfortably on the couch while jake cooked you dinner. what was wrong with you? you stopped rubbing layla’s stomach and she lifted her head, nudging your arm with her nose. 

you sunk further into the sofa, trying to block out the negative thoughts. you hated that one look at your parents unravelled all your past effort. you have been so good recently, happy and satisfied. but now, you weren’t so sure. how could jake be happy with you? 

after almost thirty minutes, jake walked into the family room, holding a tray with one large bowl of pasta and two glasses of juice. he smiled at you when you reached over and grabbed the small table from beside the wall, setting it in front of you. 

jake set the tray down and you inhaled, smiling up at him because of the aroma. it smelled amazing and looked delicious. your eyes narrowed at the single bowl and you raised an eyebrow at him. he grinned at you before plopping down right beside you.

after fixing his position beside you and throwing an arm around you, he picked up the bowl and set it on his lap. he ignored your questioning eyes and spun some pasta onto the fork before bringing it to your lips. your eyes slightly widened and he smiled softly at you, eyes crinkling. 

“say ah, darling.” 

confused, you parted your lips and let jake feed you. you chewed slowly as you watched him shove a fork full in his mouth, eyes drifting to the television. you swallowed and hummed in appreciation. the pasta was really good. 

jake brought another bite to your lips and smiled encouragingly at you when you opened your mouth for him. “atta girl,” he whispers softly, proud of you. he sets the fork back in the bowl and uses his thumb to wipe some sauce off the corner of your lips, bringing it to his lips. 

your heart feels heavier in your chest at his actions, a sudden urge to cry overwhelming you. you knew what he was doing; you finally understood it. you never really could hide it from him, and he was never good at being subtle either. this was his way of taking care of you, of making sure that you didn’t lose yourself to your head. 

he reaches out and grabs the cup of juice before bringing it to your lips, nodding at you encouragingly as you tilt your head for him, letting the cold, sweet liquid wash everything down. he smiles and drinks from the exact place you had. 

jake kept his eyes on the show as he fed you and himself, his arm keeping you warm and close. you tried not to make a sound as tears gathered in your eyes with every bite, a conflicting feeling filling your head. you didn’t deserve this; didn’t deserve jake’s softness or his love. 

swallowing, you turned your head and swept your gaze over his face; the soft ridges and dips you loved. gingerly, you brought your hand up to his face and brushed the back of your fingers against his cheek. without thinking, jake leaned into your touch and you almost sobbed. 

he turned his head slightly and frowned at the look in your eyes. while your eyes were wide, glassy, and filled with love, your lips wobbled and your shoulders were stiff. 

“what is it, darling?” his words are so quiet, whispered against your fingers. it breaks your heart. 

you wet your lips. “i think… i think you deserve better, jaeyun. i’m a lot to handle and you shouldn’t have to take care of me like this.” 

jake stares at you, his eyes widening and narrowing with each word. he sets the bowl of pasta down and turns to full face you, legs touching. his arm is still around you and he shuffles closer, until your bent leg is almost in his lap. he grabs your hand and laces your fingers together, bringing your hand to his lips. he kisses the back of your hand softly before looking back at you.

there are tears in your eyes and he wants to kiss them dry. 

he inhales a deep breath and rubs circles into your skin. “y/n, my darling.” he squeezes your hand and you look up at him, eyes wide. “you are not a lot to handle. you’re perfect for me, don’t you understand?” he glanced down at your intertwined fingers. “i don’t deserve better. i deserve you. i only want you. i’ve only ever wanted you.” 

you shake your head and try to pull your hand out of jake’s but his grip is too strong. he looks up at you and your heart drops at the sight of his misty eyes. “i want to take care of you, darling. let me take care of you.” he kisses your hand again. “you’re not too much, y/n. you never have been and never will be.” 

everything around you feels quiet as you absorb his words. you’ve heard them before, mainly from him, but they never get easier to believe. you’re more angry at yourself for letting the insecurities get to you. “doesn’t it get annoying, though? having to deal with me like this?” 

“oh, darling,” he breathes out. gently, he pulls you closer to him until you fall into his lap, legs on either side of him. his hands immediately fall on your lap and yours on his shoulders. he looks up at you with wide, shiny eyes and you brush his dark locks out of his eyes. at your movement, layla jumps off the couch and scurries off. 

“i wish you knew how much i loved you, darling.” he squeezed your waist and his head fell forward, landing on your chest. he breathed in your scent and your hands traveled from his shoulders to his hair. “it’s not annoying, pretty baby. you are not annoying. i’m not dealing with you, i’m with you. i love you. i love you with all my heart.” 

you let his words sink into your head, becoming a mantra. you shut your eyes as his hands travel the length of your back, slipping under your shirt. he pushes you into him, until you’re flush against him and then he presses a soft kiss to your neck. 

“you are so loveable, darling. you know that?” he looks up at you as his lips brush against your jaw. “you deserve this; all the love i have is for you.” 

you bite your bottom lip as a sob threatens to escape. instantly, jake hugs you tightly and rubs your back, his nails scraping the surface of your skin. you shudder into his body as a few tears escape your eyes, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. he whispers sweet nothings to you as he presses soft, open mouthed kisses on your shoulder and neck. 

you sit like this for a while, jake hugging you tightly as you silently cry into his shoulder. the sight of your parents had opened an old wound but jake’s strong hold and sweet words tried their best to close it, reminding you that even though they couldn’t, he loved you. 

after a bit, jake moved his head back and you followed. you both stared at each other, eyes shining. his lips turn upwards and you can’t help but smile at him. he wipes the tears that spilled from your eyes and pulls your face to his, pressing his lips softly against yours. it’s a gentle kiss, just two lips pressed together, but it’s enough to make your eyes roll back.

he pulls away too quickly and your lips follow his, capturing them in another kiss. jake laughs against your lips, hands flat on your back. you slip your tongue into his mouth, softly grazing his teeth. the kiss is passionate and wet, and jake loves it. he knows you’re trying to convey your feelings through it, and he accepts it. 

you needed to kiss him, to pour your gratitude and love into it. his words and reassurance had built a home in your heart and you knew that he was right. you only wished he knew that you loved him as much as he loved you, if not more. 

you pull away from him and pant into his mouth, eyes still shut. jake is mesmerized by the string of saliva that connects your lips and he sticks his tongue out and traces your bottom lip. you open your eyes at the feeling of his tongue on your lip and you shift on his lap, inner thigh brushing against his bulge. 

you both hiss at the feeling and you arch into him, a turmoil in your heart and body that only he can soothe. jake’s eyes are blown wide and his lips are swollen. there’s nothing but fondness shining in his eyes and you know he can see the love in yours. 

“can i show you how much i love you, darling? let me take care of you.” he presses his thumb into your bottom lip and you kiss it. “will you let me?”

you nod and it’s all he needs. his hands travel from your back to your lower thighs and he lifts himself off the sofa, holding you close as you wrap your legs around his waist. as he walks to your bedroom, you press soft kisses all over his neck and face. 

he kicks the door open and walks further into your room, gently dropping you on your back as he falls with you, still captured between your legs. you giggle when he groans and he brushes his nose against yours, glad to hear your laugh. 

“graceful as ever, yuni,” you tease, sparkles returning to your eyes. 

“always am, darling.” he puffs his chest as he stands straight, pulling his shirt off. your laughter dies on your tongue at the sight of him. it doesn’t matter how many times you see him, how many times you lay with him, the sight of his bare chest will always make you speechless. 

jake tilts his head at your silence and raises an eyebrow. “what is it?” you mumble something and jake leans forward, arm on either side of your head. “what was that, darling?” 

you roll your eyes and frown. “you’re so handsome.” 

jake laughs at your deadpan tone and kisses your forehead. “you sound so upset about it.” 

shaking your head, you rest your hand on his heart before letting your fingers drag down his abdomen, rubbing his hard chest and abs. “‘m not, just in awe.” 

jake leans down and kisses your eyelids before he grinds his hips into yours, smiling in satisfaction when your eyes flutter shut. he lines his clothed dick with your pussy and presses down, grinning when you reach for him. “you know my body belongs to you, don’t you?” he trails his nose down to your neck and kisses below your ear. “now, let this body show you how much you mean to me.” 

you find yourself nodding and jake smiles. he strips you slowly, grinning whenever you huffed in annoyance. he was glad that even though your heart might still feel a bit heavy, that right here, as you lay beneath him, your giggles were breathy and your eyes shined. 

jake stares down at your naked body and bites his bottom lip, eyes darker than ever. “fuck, darling. look at you,” he practically whines. “such a pretty girl.” he kisses you passionately, completely devouring you. you tug at his hair, swallowing his harsh breath. 

he pulls away and moves down your body, kissing and licking your collarbones and breasts. you breathe out his name when he flicks his tongue against one of your nipples before sucking on it. his hands are on either side of you as he cages you in, alternating between both breasts. 

he moves down, pepping kisses to your stomach. your body begins to shake and jake looks up just in time to watch your eyes crinkle as laughter bubbles out of you, a bright smile on your face. he’s staring with wide eyes, unable to breathe. 

“it tickles,” you shrug. 

“i love you,” he breathes. 

you poke your cheek with your tongue and let all the negativity dissipate from your chest at the sincerity in his voice. “i love you too, yuni.” 

“no, y/n,” he lifts his head a bit. “i really love you.” his eyes are almost pleading. “smile for me again.” 

you grin at his ridiculous words and he drops his chin on your stomach, looking at you with bright, burning eyes. you massage his head as you stare back at him, quite used to his staring. it made you feel wanted, loved, and you would never tell him to stop. 

eventually, he came back to his senses and kissed the skin near your belly button before he spread your legs further apart, kissing your hip bone. your legs trembled as jake grinned at your pulsing pussy. “so wet already,” he noted. 

you didn’t have enough time to say anything before he buries his face in between your thighs, pressing a soft kiss right on your clit. your head falls back as he inhales, mumbling into you. 

“this pussy was made just for me,” he licks softly. “made to be taken care of by me, by my tongue.” he pushes his tongue into you and you moan at the feeling, griping his hair. he hums as he licks and swallows and your legs tremble. 

jake sucks on your clit, pushing his tongue in and out of you as he swallows everything you offer him. you whimper when he presses his face further into your pussy, his nose grazing your folds. 

“fuck,” you pant. “yuni.” 

“that’s it,” he mumbles. “tastes so good.” 

you shut your eyes as you arch your back, trying to close your legs around his head. jake glances up at your expression and he knows you’re close. he laps up all your juices and holds your thighs in place when the pleasure got to be too much and you sobbed out his name. 

“good girl,” he encourages as you cum all over his face. he sucks and continues pushing his tongue deep within you. “cum for me, my precious darling.” your grip on his hair is tight but he loves it. 

he whispers quiet praises into your pussy as you cum. “the prettiest girl, cumming so well.” once he’s swallowed everything, he kisses your clit and licks it once when it clenches around nothing. he looks up at your fucked out expression and he can’t help but coo at you. 

“did so well for me, darling.” he moves up the bed, pressing soft kisses up your body. impatient, you grab his face and crash his lips against yours. you moan into his mouth as you taste yourself on his tongue and he sucks your tongue.

“think you’re ready for me?” he asks against your lips.

you nod, too fucked out to think properly. “yes,” you mumble. “fuck me, yuni.” you open your eyes and stare into his dark ones. “show me how much you love me.”

jake kisses you again as he lines himself with your entrance and slowly pushes in, your cum and slick making it easy for him. he hisses as your pussy sucks him in and you gasp at the stretch. he whimpers as he bottoms out, your arms around his shoulders as his cock fills you up. 

“move, yuni,” you beg, needing more friction. “please.”

jake lifts his head from your neck and kisses your cheek before he shifts his body weight and slowly pushes your legs upwards until your knees press against your chest and your ankles are thrown over his shoulders. 

without warning, jake begins fucking into you, pushing his pelvis against yours. you moan out his name as his dick pushes deep within you, reaching parts of you he had claimed for himself. 

he rocks his hips back and forth as he fucks you, eyes blurry as you mewl out incoherent words. you look so pretty like this, legs pushed up as he fucks into you. he’s so in love with you and he hopes you never feel bad about yourself, but he doesn’t mind fucking it out of you either. 

“taking me so well, darling,” he pants, gripping your thighs. “love this pussy so much,” he babbles. “never want you to be so hard on yourself, but i’ll fuck it out of you.” he presses his forhead against yours. “i’ll fuck it out of you every time, don’t worry. i’ll take such good care of you.” 

jake’s slightly losing his mind as he fucks you, his hips slamming into yours as your ankles dig into his shoulder. he doesn’t even notice the pain, too focused on your warm and gushing pussy. 

at his words, you sob out his name and squeeze around him and jake unravels. “cum for me, pretty. let go, let me have it all.” 

you sniffle. “i’m cumming,” you whimper. “yuni, i’m– please.” 

jake fucks you harder, making the bed rock beneath you. he breathes the same air as you as he pants, sweat coating his back. “cum,” he whispers. your back arches off the bed and he sucks on your neck as he feels your cum soak his dick. his cock twitches and he lets go, fucking his cum into you. 

you continue to cum until you’re breathless and jake is no better, giving you everything he has. you pull at his hair when you begin to feel overstimulated but jake doesn’t care, he continues to rock his hips into you, fucking both of your cum into your pussy. he’s almost in tears. 

“jaeyun,” you beg. “please. too much.” 

Jake slows his pace and lets his muscles relax. his grip on your thighs loosens and he kisses your forehead as he gently places your legs back on the bed. he tries to pull out of you but you grab his chain, keeping him in place. 

the slight burn makes him whimper and the look in your eyes is so wild and soft that when you smile, he swears he could cum again. 

“keep taking care of me, yuni.” 

jake presses his lips against yours softly and shifts closer to you, his dick still inside your warm pussy. “i plan on it, darling.” 

he smiles at you and promises himself that by the end of the week, you’ll have replaced your promise ring with an actual one.

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[gatheringbones]

[“Reading their obituaries, I learned that they were as old as ninety-two and as young as forty-eight. One was an “accidental florist,” one a “voracious reader,” another a “skilled baker” and “serious cook.” There was a landscaper, a painter and woodworker, a beekeeper and dog trainer. One taught creative writing to homeless youth, one had a thirty-year career in law enforcement. One man, Ernie Brooks, helped to establish the field of underwater photography and was known as the Ansel Adams of the sea.

Each of their bodies was placed inside an eight-foot-long steel cylinder called a “vessel,” along with wood chips, alfalfa, and straw. Over the next thirty days, the Recompose staff monitored the moisture, heat, and pH levels inside the vessels, occasionally rotating them, until the bodies transformed into soil. The soil was then transferred to curing bins, where it remained for two weeks before being tested for toxins and cleared for pickup.

Half of the NOR soil would wind up in a forest on Bells Mountain, in southwestern Washington, near the Oregon border. A composted body produces approximately one cubic yard of soil, which can fill a truck bed and weigh upwards of 1,500 pounds. For many surviving relatives—apartment dwellers, for example—taking home such a large quantity of soil is unrealistic, so Recompose offers them the option to donate it to the mountain, where it’s used to fertilize trees and repair land degraded by logging.

But Amigo Bob was a farmer, so Jenifer rented a U-Haul and brought the whole cubic yard of him home. She turned the trip into a kind of pilgrimage, stopping to visit loved ones and the headwaters of their favorite rivers. Over the next few months, their farmer friends came by and filled small containers with the soil to use on their own land. Jenifer used some to plant a cherry tree.

I asked her what it was like to have her husband home again, piled up in her driveway.

“Well, it’s compost,” she told me. “It’s still precious because it was his body. But it’s also compost.”]

#wasteland radio

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

okay hi just a warning rq my autocorrect is off bc it autocorrected my friend’s name to fuckin malayalam on accident. i dont like autocorrect.

ANYWAY! ive been listening to my lovely olivia rodrigo lately, specifically her new song obsessed. i wanted to know if you could make a fic with Ethan x fem! reader where readers bitchy friend has this ex (Ethan) and she made him out to be a real dick. like, manipulating and everything.

reader eventually meets him and it turns out that she remembers… a lot about him considering her friend is a constant yapper and cant shut up about him. Ethan actually turns out to be a real cutie patootie and could literally never hurt anyone.

a few days later theyd meet again at some club or party maybe where they end up hitting it off… a little too well.. yeah so she ends up in his bed (smut part, very dom ethan plspls 😛😛). they could be talking about something really random and then reader brings up how her friend basically completely lied about him and said he was a piece of shit when he really wasnt. like a realllll fluffy end before a small cliffhanger thats never gonna get finished where her friend ends up finding out and texting her.

so sorry if thats too long or confusing idk but i actually love your work so much im lowkey your #1 fan. 😍😍😍

HELLO! I switched this up a little, I hope that's okay! 💕

Also, I fucking loved the 'leave it on a cliffhanger part that won't get finished' because WHY IS THAT WHAT I DO lmao

Obsessed - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 1

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 2

Summary: Your friend told you horrible lies about her ex-boyfriend, and once you get to know him, you realize he's not the monster she made him out to be.

Contains: Mentions of a toxic relationship, Dom-ish cocky Ethan, rough-ish sex, oral - f receiving, p in v, fluff (If I missed anything, PLEASE let me know. I'm sleep deprived atm)

A/N: This was the one that pulled me out of my writers block, lmao. It's still not where I want it to be, but I'm TRYING. I'll try to post more this week, but I will be busy so bear with me haha.

You didn’t know Ethan Landry, but you knew you didn’t like him. He used to date one of your friends, and after hearing all the horrible things he’d said and done during their relationship, you thought he was really scummy.

They dated in high school and couldn’t get enough of each other, so they wanted to go to the same college. They broke up right before freshman year started, and after almost a year, she still talked about him every chance she got. She’d tell you how controlling he was. The things he’d call her when he was mad. How he cheated on her. You couldn’t believe that she stayed in the relationship for as long as she did, because she never had anything good to say, except that she loved him.

You’d seen pictures of him, and after walking into one of your classes at the start of the new semester, you saw him in person for the first time. He was so shy as he took his seat in the lecture hall, some of the girls making their little comments about the rumors they’d heard about him. He didn’t seem like the type that would do the things your friend said, but maybe he was just really good at playing innocent. All you knew was that you needed to keep your distance from him.

When you met up with your friend later that day for lunch, you didn’t know if you wanted to bring up Ethan being in the same class as you, but once she brought him up, you decided to tell her.

“Speaking of Ethan…I saw him today,” you said, before taking a bite of your food. Her face dropped as she looked at you.

“Where did you see him?” she questioned. You explained that you saw him in one of your new classes, and she rolled her eyes. “Can you believe he still tries to text me?”

“What I can’t believe is that you haven’t blocked him,” you said, “I know I’d hate to see someone that treated me like shit’s name pop up on my phone.”

She started to giggle as you curiously stared at her. “I have him saved in my phone as ‘Tall loser with a small dick’, so I laugh every time he does text me.”

“That’s not toxic at all,” you said, as you started to think about what she’d said. “Wait, he treated you as bad as he did and has a small dick? What the fuck were you thinking?”

“All he had going for him was that he was cute,” she said, “But seriously, if I were you, I’d stay away from him.”

“Oh, please. Like I’d even want to be near him.”

Your morning wasn’t going as expected. You slept through all of your alarms; you didn’t have time to stop for coffee. You didn’t think your day could get any worse, until you walked into class and noticed the only empty seat available was beside Ethan. You took a deep breath before you walked over and sat down. Once you reached into your backpack, you realized that your laptop wasn’t there. You were in such a hurry when you ran out of your dorm and didn’t even think to grab it.

“Shit,” you whispered, “I’m so stupid.”

“Here,” Ethan said, passing you a notebook and a pen. You curiously looked at him as he offered a weak smile. “I always keep an extra notebook, just in case.”

“Thanks,” you said, a half-smile playing on your lips.

Once class started, you were taking your notes, but you kept glancing over to Ethan. He was so focused on typing that he didn’t notice, but you couldn’t help but wonder if everything your friend told you was true. At that moment, he didn’t seem like a jerk. Then again, he had only spoken a handful of words to you.

Ethan was aware of all the things that were said about him. He hoped that after a few weeks it all would’ve blown over, but once you have an angry ex-girlfriend paint you as some horrible, emotionally abusive asshole, it’s hard to come back from that. He knew that it was best for him to just keep his head down until he was able to transfer to a different school, where no one knew who he was. He was miserable at Blackmore, and he really had no reason to stick around, aside from the few friends he’d made.

After class was over, you tore the pages of notes you’d taken from the notebook to give it back to Ethan.

“Thanks again,” you said, as you handed it back to him.

“You’re welcome,” he said, shoving it back in his backpack. “I thought about just emailing you my notes, but I didn’t know if you’d want that.”

“You’re telling me I didn’t have to spend the last hour trying to write that fast?” you asked, as he flashed you a sweet, genuine smile. “Why wouldn’t someone want that?”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s because most people here hate me,” he said, sliding the straps of his backpack over his shoulders. “You’ve probably heard things about me.”

“Yeah…are they true?” you asked, as he shook his head.

“You’re the first person that’s asked me that. Everyone else just assumes everything is true,” he sighed, “But no, I’m not a bad person.”

You started to feel so guilty. You’d said plenty of bad things about him, but you only heard one side of the story. With your friends’ story changing so many times, getting more dramatic each time she told it, you were starting to realize that it was all bullshit. You still didn’t know exactly what happened, but you were curious to know what the truth was.

“You okay?” Ethan asked, noticing that you were lost in thought as you stood in front of him.

“I’m friends with your ex,” you said, as his smile slowly fell. “What’s the real story?”

He sat back down in his seat as the other students piled out of the room. You sat beside him as you waited for him to speak.

“I really loved her…but she was just so controlling. Then she cheated on me when she went to the beach with her family. I didn’t find out about that until right before we started college,” he said, looking over to you. “She was pissed that I broke up with her, then all these horrible things about me started going around.”

“That’s fucked up,” you said, as he nodded.

“Yeah, she’s still been trying to text me. I finally blocked her a few days ago.”

“Wait, she said you’ve been trying to text her,” you said, his eyes growing wide at your words.

“Her number’s been deleted from my phone for months. I have no interest in talking to her,” he said, “I know this must be weird for you since you are her friend, but I think it’s cool that you wanted to hear me out.”

“Well, I feel like I need to apologize…I’ve said some things about you that weren’t true.”

“She’s a good liar. She has almost the entire school hating me so it doesn’t surprise me that her friend does, too,” he said, as he stood back up.

“I don’t hate you,” you said, smiling at him. “I don’t know if you’d want to, and I know she’d kill me, but if you ever want to hang out sometime, let me know.”

“I’d like that.”

Ethan was kicking himself for not asking you for your number, or shit, even your social media so he could DM you. He thought you were beautiful, but he knew that hoping for a chance with you would be a reach. He really just needed more people in his life that believed him to make the time he still had at the university more enjoyable.

Your friend begged you to come to a random frat party that you didn’t feel like going to in the first place. After your talk with Ethan, you weren’t even sure you wanted to be around her. You still went, and after searching for her for almost an hour, you checked your phone to see a message from her that she wasn’t coming, and that she ran into one of the guys she’d been hooking up with on the way to the party.

“Why the fuck am I even here?” you said to yourself as you locked your phone and slid it into the back pocket of your jeans.

“Hopefully to hang out with me, if your offer’s still good,” you heard from behind you, recognizing Ethan’s voice.

“Hey,” you said as you turned to face him. “I didn’t expect to see the most hated man on campus here.”

“My roommate told me that if I stayed in my dorm tonight, he’d throw my Xbox out the window,” he said, glancing over to the muscular guy that was watching Ethan talk to you.

“Ah, so you were threatened into being social,” you said, as he started to laugh.

“I guess you could say that. Do you want a drink?”

“Sure.”

Ethan wasn’t much of a drinker; you could tell by the sour look on his face every time he took a sip. It gave him a little confidence though, as the two of you talked and got to know each other a little better.

“I don’t think I can drink this anymore,” he said, sitting the cup down on a table. You sat yours down too, and as soon as you did, someone bumped into you, shoving you into Ethan.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you said, looking up at him. Your chest was pressed closely against his, his hands on your hips from catching you.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, “You can stay this close to me all night, if you want.”

“Are you always this smooth? Or is it the alcohol?” you questioned as he smirked at you.

“I’m only buzzed,” he said, before he leaned down, placing his lips on yours.

Chad was still watching Ethan from afar, cheering and thrusting his fist in the air once he saw Ethan kiss you. He started to laugh against your lips before he pulled away to stare daggers through his roommate for interrupting the moment.

“I can’t take him anywhere,” Ethan said, as you smiled at him.

“We could go somewhere more private,” you suggested, as he took your hand in his.

“Want to go back to my dorm? He’ll be here for a while so I know we can talk without being interrupted.”

“Sure!”

Once you made it back to Ethan’s dorm, you were starting to think that he really did just want to talk. You enjoyed listening to him, though. He was telling you about all his hobbies and interests, and you were telling him yours. You started to glance around his side of the dorm room, noticing the cliché, dorky things you’d expect to see.

“Nice Star Wars poster, nerd,” you joked, as he smirked at you.

“Oh, I’m a nerd?” he said, as he nudged you back on his bed. He was hovering over you, his mouth inches from yours. The sexual tension got so thick as his eyes looked into yours, his hand rubbing your hip.

“Mhm,” you said, the corner of your bottom lip in between your teeth. “A hot nerd.”

He felt his cheeks start to heat up, and he really didn’t want you to notice, so he leaned down to finally connect his lips to yours. It didn’t take long for the kiss to get more intense, his tongue brushing across your bottom lip. You let him deepen the kiss, his tongue moving with yours as his hands started to roam. You whimpered into the kiss once his hand squeezed your thigh, your hips started to squirm underneath him.

He pulled away but still stayed close so the two of you could catch your breath. You were reading each other’s faces, and it was obvious that you both wanted more.

“How far do you want this to go?” he asked, his breathing still heavy as his eyes looked into yours.

“As far as you want,” you said, your sweet tone making him groan.

“That’s not what I asked you,” he said, as he leaned back down to kiss your neck. His curls were tickling you, but the only reaction you had were the soft moans slipping past your lips from how well his mouth moved. His hips were rutting into yours, showing you how hard he was for you.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said, as he pulled away to look at you.

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

Ethan was a little, well, very eager. He got you undressed in what felt like seconds, leaving you in just your panties. Once he stripped down to just his boxers, you got a little curious. You glanced down to see his hard cock straining against the fabric, and started to laugh to yourself, your gaze going to the ceiling.

“What’s funny?” he asked, as he hovered back over you to take one of your nipples in his mouth. Your laughing stopped, a gasp slipping out when he started to suck. “I asked you a question,” he teased, before moving to the other side.

“She really does lie about everything,” you said, as his tongue swirled. “She said you had a small dick.”

He started to laugh against you, before he pulled back. “That’s funny, because she couldn’t take it.”

“I can,” you said, his smile turning to a smirk as his hand trailed down your body to rub you over your panties.

“We’ll see about that,” he said, as he moved lower down the bed to position himself between your thighs.

He slid your panties down your legs, before running his fingers over your wet pussy. Your eyes stayed on him, your bottom lip in between your teeth as he teased you. Your anticipation just kept building as he moved down the bed, positioning himself in between your thighs. He leaned in, slipping his tongue inside your entrance.

He was sloppily eating you out, his head moving from side to side. His arms hooked under your thighs to pull you as close to his face as he could as your hands went to his hair.

“So good,” you whimpered, your breathing getting faster as he worked you closer to your orgasm.

He slid his tongue out of you to focus on your clit, quickly replacing it with two of his fingers. Your back was arching off the bed as he moved his arm back and forth, applying as much pressure as he could to that spongy spot inside you as he sucked on your swollen bundle of nerves.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you babbled, as he started to chuckle with your clit in his mouth.

That was all it took for your legs to start shaking and your grip on his hair getting even tighter. Once your pussy started to clench around him, he slowed his fingers to a slow roll, not wanting to overstimulate you. His tongue gently licked your clit as he worked you through it, your whimpers getting softer as you came down from your high.

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” you admitted through your shaky breathing. Ethan started to laugh a little as you looked at him, your eyes hazy. “What?”

“Just wait until I’m inside you,” he cockily said, “You still confident that you can handle it?”

“I know I can,” you said, your legs instinctively spreading wide for him as his fingertips ran up your thigh.

“What are you going to do when no one else can make you feel as good as I do?” he questioned, as one of his fingers started to rub circles on your clit.

“I guess I’d have to keep you around then,” you said, as he shook his head.

“You’d only have me until summer starts,” he said, his finger moving faster. “I’m transferring to a different school after this year.”

“No, you’re not..fuck. I’ll convince you to stay,” you said, relaxing into the bed as he teased you.

Ethan pulled his hand away from your pussy before he slid his boxers off. He crawled back on top of you and reached over to his bedside table to grab a condom.

“I might let you convince me,” he said, as he lined up with your entrance. You tensed up a little because you knew how big he was. “Relax, baby.”

You did as he said, taking a deep breath as he inched his way inside of you. You were moaning as he stretched you out, and when you thought he was all the way in, he just kept going.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, feeling so full as he finally came to a stop, wanting to give you plenty of time to adjust. “Told you..Fuck, I told you I could take it,” you said, already struggling to speak.

“Don’t get cocky,” he said, your mouth falling open as he started to move. “I’m going to ruin this pussy.”

“Ruin it,” you said, challenging him as your lusty, hooded eyes connected with his.

It took everything in Ethan to not immediately start pounding into you, but he didn’t want to hurt you. He started slow, your eyebrows already furrowing together, low moans slipping past your lips. The head of his cock hit that special spot every single time, but you needed more. He sped up a little as your legs wrapped around him, your hands gripped tightly around his biceps.

“Maybe you can take it,” he said, his breathing getting heavier. “Can I go faster?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, as his hips moved quicker.

Your brain was starting to turn to mush, the babbles slipping past your lips making absolutely no sense. The only thing your mind could process in that moment was how good Ethan was making you feel. He thought you were adorable, already so cock drunk, and he wasn’t even close to being done with you yet. He kept his pace, but occasionally thrust a little harder to see if you could take it, the loud moans slipping past your lips as your nails started to dig into his arms letting him know that you could.

He angled your hips to go even deeper. His pace was a little slow as he made sure you were okay. Your eyes were pleading with him to go faster, because you knew the words weren’t going to come out of your mouth. It was getting so hard for him to hold back, so he finally let go. He started to pound into you so hard that your skin was tingling, all the nerves in your body on edge. Your toes were curling as he slammed into your g-spot, your whimpers turning to cries as you felt your orgasm starting to build. It was hard for you to keep your eyes open, and you were sure Ethan was going to have your nail marks on his arms forever with how hard you were squeezing him.

“Fuck,” was the only word you were able to get out, your legs wrapping tightly around him as your body started to involuntarily jolt. Ethan was sure that everyone in the surrounding dorm rooms knew what was happening, because you were being so loud. He wasn’t letting up though. He loved that he was making you feel that good.

It only took a few more deep thrusts before your entire body started to tremble, loud whines flooding out of your mouth as the wave of euphoria washed over you. He chased his own orgasm as he fucked you through it, your pussy clenching him so tight that he was moaning himself.

“I’m almost there, baby,” he said, a slight rasp in his voice from all the panting he’d been doing.

You went limp, your grip on his arms and your legs around his waist relaxing as his hips started to falter, a loud groan slipping past his lips as he released into the condom.

He took a minute to catch his breath before he slid out of you. His abs were burning and his arms were sore from your nails, but he quickly got up to take the condom off so he could take care of you.

He crawled in the bed next to you as you adjusted to lay your head on his chest, still so fucked out that it was hard to process your thoughts. Ethan just held you close, his hands softly rubbing over your bare back as you relaxed into his touches.

“You’re okay, right?” he asked, after a few minutes of you not saying anything. You lazily nodded as your hand moved to rub across his chest.

You laid there in silence as you started to think about what’d just happened. You knew your friend was going to be pissed if she ever found out, but did that even matter? She made almost the entire university hate Ethan for things he never did, and it made you sad that he felt like he needed to switch to a different school so he wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore.

“So…” you finally said, “How can I convince you to stay?”

He let out a nervous laugh, not knowing the best way to respond. “I can’t take people talking about me the way they do anymore.”

“Even if I convince everyone that it was all lies?” you questioned, your tone playful as you angled your head to look at him. “I think it’d be awful for you to leave because of her. You could miss out on someone that would treat you right.”

“Someone like you?” he questioned as he looked down at you. You nodded, before he leaned down to kiss you. “You’re good at this whole convincing thing.”

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” you asked, smiling as you sat up to look at him.

“Yeah, as long as you don’t break my heart,” he said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you back down to his chest.

“I won’t.”

You stayed in Ethan’s bed for a couple hours, making plans for all the dates he wanted to take you on. It felt like you’d known him for way longer than just a few days, the two of you having an instant connection. You hated to pull away from him, but you knew you needed to get dressed before his roommate got home.

“It’s late, can I walk you back to your dorm?” he asked, as he started to put his clothes back on.

“I can’t believe I thought you were this horrible monster. You’re so sweet,” you said, as he smiled at you. “Yeah, you can walk me home.”

Ethan walked you to the front door of your building, pulling you into a gentle kiss before he pulled away.

“I’ll text you,” he said, as he started to back away.

“Yeah, let me know when you make it back to your dorm, please,” you said, as he nodded.

When you made it upstairs and got settled into your bed, you heard your phone vibrate as it charged on your bedside table. You grabbed it and saw a goodnight message from Ethan, a huge smile on your face as you responded to him. You were so exhausted from the time you’d spend with him, and you soon felt yourself start to doze off. You heard your phone buzz again, your eyes lazily opening to see if it was Ethan. You took a deep breath once you read the message that was sent to you.

‘Why the fuck were you kissing Ethan at that party?’

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream smut #ethan landry smut #smut

[yandere-writer-momo]

Rent-a-girlfriend

Part 3: Katsumi Orochi

Yandere Baki various x Afab reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

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Katsumi ran his fingers through his hair as he sighed. What on earth was he going to do? He told his parents he had a girlfriend so they’d get off his back about getting married…

Was it desperate of him to pay for a rental girlfriend? What if his parents caught on to his lie?

Katsumi waited at the small cafe to meet up with his date. His heart beating erratically in his chest as he started overthinking. What if she didn’t show up? What if she bailed on him and now he was out of all that money… jeez.

Katsumi looked up and his breath hitched when he saw (your name). Her hair was down in soft waves and she wore a white midi dress. She was lovely…

(Your name) approached Katsumi with a soft smile. She gave him a wave and giggled when his whole face turned red. What a cutie.

“Hello. I’m (your name).” (Your name) introduced herself to Katsumi who took her hand in his. Katsumi was amazed by how soft and small her hand was compared to his large, callused one.

“I-I’m Katsumi.” Katsumi introduced himself with a stutter. He cursed under his breath for being so nervous. He’s been so busy training that he neglected dating and talking to girls. Now she probably thought he was a loser…

“So what are all the things I need to know before I meet your parents?” (Your name) softly l asked as she took a seat beside him. Katsumi flushing a bit in the face at the question.

“I’m 25 and we’ve been dating for a few months.” Katsumi muttered. “My parents really want me to get married and have children so I lied and said I had a girlfriend…”

“I can play my part.” (Your name) smiled warmly at him. Katsumi’s heart fluttered as butterflies exploded in his chest. She was so beautiful… it was a shame she was just a fake girlfriend…

“Thank you, I appreciate this…” Katsumi held her hand in his, his cheeks pink. “My parents can be a little bit embarrassing so I hope you don’t mind them.”

“Not at all. I’m sure I can handle it.” (Your name) replied smoothly.

Just how embarrassing could they possibly be?

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(Your name) was surprised to be pulled into a tight hug by an older Japanese woman the moment she walked through the door. The woman was thrilled out of her mind to see her.

“My goodness! You must be (your full name)!” Katsumi’s mother, Natsue, beamed at her. “We’ve heard so much about you from Katsumi and we’re so happy to finally meet you! It took us ages to get your name out of his mouth! I’m Orochi Natsue and that’s my husband Doppo, but you can call us Mom and Dad!”

(Your name) smiled at Natsue. Goodness. It seems Katsumim was not lying… his parents were a bit much. Poor guy.

She was then pulled into a hug by a muscular bald man named Doppo. The older man smiling warmly at her.

“Where did he meet someone as pretty as you?” Doppo jokes. “Or did he snatch you up with his boyish god looks? He learned that technique from his old man.”

Katsumi choked on his spit. The karateka wrapping an arm around (your name)’s waist to pull her away from his dad. “Hey. That’s enough.”

“We’ve been worried sick about our son since he takes his karate training so seriously… he hasn’t had time for girls.” Natsue shares. “We were worried his still a vir-“

“Mother!” (Your name) put her hand over his lips to prevent herself from laughing at how cute Katsumi’s blush was. This poor guy… she felt so bad for him.

(Your name) gave Katsumi’s hand a reassuring squeeze. She gave his parents a smile. “Katsumi is a wonderful boyfriend. You raised him well.”

Katsumi blushed, his dark eyes focused on her bright smile. She was gorgeous… it was a shame she wasn’t really his girlfriend.

Dinner went by without a hitch. His parents cracking jokes here and there to make (your name) laugh. It was when Katsumi’s mother brought out the photo album that Katsumi swatted her away.

“Stop! She doesn’t need to see those!” Katsumi whined while (your name) laughed at his expense. His mother showing him baby pictures.

“I asked his biological mother for these and aren’t they precious?! Look at his chubby little cheeks!” Natsue cooed as she pointed at the pictures of a chubby baby Katsumi. Even then, he still had such majestic eyebrows.

“Katsumi, you never told me you were such a cute baby!” (Your name) joked, her eyes twinkling in mischief. Katsumi’s whole face flushed red in embarrassment. This guy had to be the cutest one she’s ever been on a date with… he was so precious.

“Don’t tease me too! Whose side are you on?” Katsumi felt his heart race at how joyful (your name)’s expression was as she interacted with his mom. His mom pointing out all of her favorite pictures to (your name). Katsumi didn’t realize how well she fit in… like it was natural for her. It was like she was truly his girlfriend…

“I’m sorry, babe. But you were so cute!” (Your name) smiled brightly at him. She pointed to a picture of him with his tiny foot in his mouth. “I can’t get over how you still have those majestic eyebrows. They must have been a strong gene.”

Katsumi downcast his gaze from her soft expression. He was going to melt into a puddle at this point. Katsumi has never felt this way before… a shame his parents noticed too. The older Orochi’s having Cheshire grins on their faces at the young couple.

“So when is the marriage?” Natsue joked, Doppo putting his hand on her shoulder with a nod.

“We’re not getting any younger so when is marriage and when are the grand kids-“

“We are leaving!” Katsumi jumped to his feet and scooped (your name) up in his arms. “Stop embarrassing me.”

The older couple laughed at the young couple’s expense. Natsue held Doppo’s hand as they watched Katsumi and (your name) walk out the door.

“Remember when we were like that?” Natsue asked Doppo softly, Doppo smiled.

“Of course I do. We still are.” Doppo pressed a kiss to Natsue’s head. The couple then cleaning up the table.

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Katsumi carried (your name) out onto the street a ways until they were a few blocks from his parent’s house.

“I’m so terribly sorry about them. I didn’t think they’d jump right on that ship.” Katsumi apologized with a bow. (Your name) held his hand in hers to give him reassurance.

“You’re perfectly okay. Sometimes parents can be a bit much.” (Your name) gave his hand an affectionate squeeze. “They seem to love you a lot. Almost as much as they love babies.”

Katsumi and her share a laugh. The karateka blushing a bit more in the face. She was so beautiful and genuine… he felt as if he didn’t deserve her affection. Even if it was fake, it all felt so real…

“Say, how about I take you somewhere since we still have some time together?” Katsumi asked. He admired how small her hand was in his. Her daintiness was attractive to him.

“I’d love that. What are you thinking?” (Your name) smiled warmly at Katsumi. Katsumi gave her a wink in response.

“It’s a surprise.” The two walked off hand in hand. The karateka taking her to a little ice cream stand. “It’s not nearly as sweet as you but I thought it’d be a nice treat.”

(Your name) smiled at his flirtation. Out of all the men she has been on these rental dates with, Katsumi was pure boyfriend material. So far he was the whole package. She was amazed a man of his caliber didn’t have women lining up for him.

“I think you’re the sweet one.” (Your name) flirts back. She might have the tiniest crush on him. How could she not? He had a good family life, a stable job, he was active, he was handsome, easy to talk to, funny, and so sweet… maybe she’d for real date this guy… who knows.

She was still debating going back to the states to see her old beau. She wondered if that cocky guy missed her.

Katsumi and her walked side by side while they enjoyed their ice cream.

“It’s hard to believe you’re on the market.” (Your name) tells him. “You’re the whole package. You’re perfect.”

Katsumi blushed with a smile. “You really think so?”

“You’ve been nothing short of a gentleman and I really enjoyed my time with you. Even though your parents are a little crazy.” Katsumi laughs with a bright smile.

“Grand baby fever is a hell of a thing.” Katsumi finds himself staring at her lips in thought. He wanted to kiss her…

(Your name) smiled up at Katsumi. “Our time is about to come to an end. Would you be a doll and walk me to the subway station?”

“I’d love to.” Katsumi tells her softly. The karateka holding out his arm for her to take. “Shall I escort you, my lady?”

(Your name) snorted at the nickname. “What are you? A dweeb?”

“Maybe I’m a weirdo.” Katsumi wiggles his brows at her which caused her to laugh so hard, her chest hurt.

“Maybe you are.” (Your name) instead took his hand in hers. “But I like it.”

Katsumi trembled and bit his lip. The karateka pulling her body close to his with a sigh. This felt like a real date. This all felt real… perhaps he’d book her again?

“I never do this and I’m not supposed to but…” (your name) nervously smiled up at Katsumi. “Can I give you my number?”

The two both turned red in the face before they looked away. Katsumi muttered a yes.

Katsumi pulled his hand from hers to hand her his phone with a shaky hand. (Your name) typed her number in with a smile. She handed it back to him with a smirk.

Katsumi rose a brow at her. “Why did you put a star beside your name?”

“Because I’m a star.” (Your name) nodded her head at him which caused him to laugh.

“Okay. I can see that.”

The two of them joked the entire way back to the subway. Occasionally bumping into each other in a playful manner.

This was the best date she’s ever had… a shame she had no idea what she’s just gotten herself into… there was a reason Katsumi was still single…

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(Your name) dreamily sighed when she walked into her apartment. Her phone screen lit up a light, pastel pink with an oh so familiar notification.

ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍɪ ʜᴀꜱ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ 5 ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ 30% ᴛɪᴘ! ʜᴏᴏʀᴀʏ!

(Your name) smiled warmly at the notification. She adored Katsumi so far. The karateka already sent her a good night text too… what a gentleman. She was happy to bank out so much money tonight and find a potential boyfriend. A win is a win.

(Your name) stretched her arms with a content sigh, she placed her phone on her bedside table to charge. (Your name) then slipped out of her clothes and headed towards the shower. It was time to call it a night.

Another notification lit up her screen while she was in the bathroom.

ʙᴀᴋɪ ʜᴀɴᴍᴀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏɴᴅᴀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ! ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ?

ʏᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ɴᴏ?

#baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki x reader #baki the grappler x reader #yandere baki #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere fic #female reader #baki gaiden #grappler baki #baki dou #baki katsumi orochi #katsumi orochi x reader #orochi katsumi #katsumi orochi #rental girlfriend #yandere x you #yandere x willing reader #yandere idea #yandere stories #Yandere Katsumi Orochi #baki #yandere x reader

[delulu-with-wandanat]

International Affairs | Last Part

Reader Description: Masculine style, They/He, AFAB, International Student, 20 Years Old. Sometimes will be describe using masculine terms (man, boy, handsome, etc)

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x InternationalStudent!Reader

Warnings 18+: Specified age gap (Wanda is 34), cheating.

Words: 5,077

Summary: Y/n and Wanda unexpectedly meet at the local fair being held in Westview. Wanda reveals her true feelings, and a third party gets involved

Did I really have to be that stupid? Y/n thought to themselves.

It has been 2 weeks since they confessed their love, from then on the two haven't interacted with one another. Albeit it was Wanda's request, but Y/n had also been avoiding her. Nevertheless, the woman still plagues their mind. Her smile, her personality, her sweet and caring demeanor, Y/n missed her dearly. It's such a shame that the feeling wasn't mutual, as Wanda was still very much in love with her husband.

"I get that you got rejected, but come on man..." Kate said as she returned to his side now holding an ice cream, Y/n rolled his eyes at his friend.

"Shut it, Bishop."

"Plenty of hot girls in NYU too y'know." Kate paused for a second, "And professors." Y/n snorted at that.

"You mean like Professor Belova?" Y/n teased her, Kate's face turned bright tomato. She playfully shoved them. The two friends stayed silent, just enjoying the atmosphere at the fair. Watching people playing games, trying to win a prize for their date. Families enjoying their time together, kids trying to drag their parents to the ferris wheel.

It was nice. Y/n glanced at Kate who was enjoying their ice cream, "Can I have some of that?"

Kate narrowed her eyes, "Get your own!"

"Bitch- I'm gonna tell Mrs. Vostokoff that you got the hots for her daughter."

Kate's eyes widen at their statement, "Professor Belova is her daughter?"

"Apparently! I'll tell you about it later, I'm gonna go buy some food." They walked around the fair to find whatever food they are craving at the moment. Y/n wondered if maybe Wanda was also at the fair, Westview is a small town, surely it would be easy to spot her. However, he didn't know if seeing her would be a blessing or a curse. As much as Y/n misses her, she made it clear she didn't want any interaction between the two of them.

Y/n continued to walk around, they spot a food stall that caught their eyes. Classic American hotdogs doesn't sound so bad, they thought. He approached the stall but accidently bumped into a small figure.

"Oh, sorry mister!" The child apologized. Y/n looked down and was surprised to see the little boy.

Damn he's basically a carbon copy of her, "Tommy?"

Tommy's eyes widens in relief, "Y/n!" the boy then hugged him tightly. Y/n had met Wanda's kids before, during the time Wanda was still hiring him he would teach them guitar, baseball lessons, even babysitting them at times. Therefore, the boys had formed a strong bond with Y/n.

"Hey buddy!" They hugged the boy back. They glanced around hoping to see Wanda, but she was nowhere to be seen. "Where's your mom?"

"I- I can't find her. Can you help me look for her?" Tommy asked with teary eyes, no wonder he was so happy to find someone he was familiar with.

"It's alright bud, I'll help you find her." Y/n gave them a pat on the shoulder. "Come on, now you hold on tight alright?" He said as he held Tommy's hand to ensure he doesn't lose him. Tommy nodded his head, he trusted Y/n. The two then went on to search for Wanda after Y/n sent Kate a quick text explaining the situation.

He merely got a, "I've read this story before ;))" from Kate. Whatever the hell she means.

Meanwhile, somewhere at the fair, Wanda was pacing back and forth frustratingly. "How could you lost him?!" She asked her husband.

Vision looked up from his phone, he doesn't seem concerned that one of his sons is lost. "I thought he was behind me."

"You were supposed to watch over them. Vision, for fuck sake get off the phone!" He sighed and reluctantly put away his phone. "Where did you lost him?"

"I don't know-"

"YOU don't know?!" Un-fucking-believable.

"Wanda, I told you, I received a text from work-"

"I don't want your bullshit excuse!" The two continues to argue while their other son, Billy, sits on the bench looking around for his brother. The poor boy had to deal having his parents constantly fight, on top of that, watch how neglectful his own father was being.

Billy loves his dad, but at times it feels like he was just some stranger to him. Billy tried not to focus on their conversation and instead observes the people around him. Suddenly, his mother approached him with a frustrated look. She tried to muster up a smile for him, "Come on, honey. Let's look for your brother."

He glanced at his dad who was now talking on the phone, "Is dad not coming with us?"

"He..." She was unsure of what to say, "He has some business to take care of, but don't worry! He'll join us soon enough."

"But we have to find Tommy together!" Before Wanda could respond the boy approached his father, tugging on his shirt to catch his attention. "Dad, dad!"

Vision looked down at his son, "Sorry buddy, I'm on the phone."

"Dad come onn! We have to find Tommy." The young boy pleaded, wanting to spend more time with his father.

"Billy, I'll join you and your mother in a second alright-"

"But Dad-"

"BILLY I said not now!" Vision raised his voice, Wanda's heart broke at the sight of her son's excitement dropping. She immediately went to held his hand.

"Come on, Billy." She said with a gentle smile. Billy looked away from his father, visibly disappointed. Wanda gave Vision a look of disdain. "Don't bother coming home." She snarled at Vision at a volume only he could hear.

Before Vision could respond, Wanda turned to walk away with Billy. Seems like Vision couldn't care less, as he continued to talk on the phone.

On the other side, Y/n and Tommy searched tirelessly for Wanda. Y/n glanced at the little boy, surely enough he looked like he was about to cry. Y/n stopped their track and bent down to his level. "We'll find your mother, Tommy. I'll make sure of that." He said with a soft smile.

The boy nodded with teary eyes, Y/n glanced around and saw a game stand where you throw a baseball to knock down a bunch of bottles. He guided the little boy to the game stand and pulled out some money, "One throw says we'll find your mother AND win a prize, how's that?" They asked Tommy, trying to cheer him up.

"One throw? But you get 3 chances?"

"One chance is all I need bud." Y/n said confidently. Tommy's face lights up.

"If you fail you treat us all food!"

"Challenge accepted." Y/n grabbed the ball and focused on his target, come on Y/n don't let him down. And then they throw.

CLANG!

All 6 bottles falls down, the two boys whooped in excitement. Y/n gave Tommy a high five. "Impressive throw." The girl who's guarding the game stall complimented him. "Is he your son?"

"Nah, I'm just... babysitting." Y/n lied. The girl seems relieved to hear that.

She handed him the prize, "One more and I'll give you my number?" She asked him with a flirtatious smile, ok she's kinda cute.

Y/n smirked, "Put in another plushie and your number, I'm down." The girl gave him another ball.

"Do your thing, tiger."

Tommy observed the two's interaction and can't help but giggled. He pulled down Y/n to whisper, "I think she has a crush on you."

"Really?!" Y/n asked, pretending to be oblivious. Tommy nods excitingly. "I guess I'm going to have to impress her." Y/n took their position again... then they throw.

CLANG!

All bottles falls down again, the boys fist pumped the air. The girl gave them another plushie and a piece of paper. "When you're done babysitting, come find me." She gave them a wink, Y/n smirked.

"Maybe I will..." He quickly glanced at the paper, it had her number and name written on it. "Cassie."

Y/n took both of the plushie and gave it to Tommy, "Here, for you and your brother."

"Awesome!!!" He exclaimed.

"Now let's look for your mom again." Tommy held Y/n's hand again, but it didn't take long until Tommy was slowing down because of tiredness. "You tired buddy?"

"Yeah..."

Y/n then bent his knees, "Get on my back, you'll be my eyes up there." Tommy excitedly followed his instruction, when Y/n stood up on his feet again the boy couldn't help but laughed excitedly.

"I could see the world from up here!" He said dramatically.

Y/n laughs at Tommy's statement, "Alright captain! Tell me what you see." They continued to walk around the fair with Tommy on his shoulders being his eyes on the crowd. After a few minutes of walking, Tommy tapped his hair rather excitedly.

"I see them! I see them!" He pointed in their direction. "MOM!!!" He waved his hand, trying to get her attention.

Wanda noticed her son, considering he was getting a piggy back ride, it was easy to notice him. "Tommy!" She quickly dragged Billy with her, she hadn't noticed Y/n due to the crowd.

Tommy was too excited, Y/n had to put him down from their back. Tommy was quick to dragged them with him. "Come on Y/n!"

Fuck this is nerve wrecking, Y/n wasn't sure how Wanda would react seeing them again.

After running through the crowds, the family was finally reunited. Wanda immediately hugged her other son, "Oh thank god!" Wanda pulled back to look at him with concerns. "Are you ok?? Did anyone hurt you? Did a stranger tried to talk to you?"

"I'm ok mom. I was with Y/n!" Tommy said, pointing at the figure behind him.

Wanda inhaled sharply at the name, there he was. Y/n gave her a shy wave. They were the one who found Tommy, and took care of him, making sure he found his way back to his mother. Wanda stood up, before Y/n could say anything, Wanda hugged him tightly.

"Thank you..." She said, Y/n hesitantly hug her back.

"No worries." The two pulled back and stood awkwardly, "Well I guess I should-"

"And mom, mom! Look what he got me and Billy." Tommy showed her the plushie they had won earlier. Wanda glanced at Y/n, waiting for an explanation.

"We were looking for you, and he seemed sad so we played a quick game." Y/n explained.

This young man, whom she had an affair with, seemed to cared more about her children than her actual husband. "That's very kind of you, Y/n."

"Can he come with us??" Billy asked excitedly, the boy was bouncing on his feet.

"I-"

"Yeah mom! He can win us more prizes!" Tommy added.

"Oh so I'm just invited to this outing because you guys want more toys huh?" Y/n asked playfully with their arms crossed.

"NO!" The twins said simultaneously while glancing at one another.

Y/n snickered at the boys, Wanda gazed at him for a second. They were better at interacting with her boys than Vision ever did, well you saw how he was. "It's family time boys, I don't want to intrude."

"But Y/n IS family! Right mom?!" Tommy asked, Wanda glanced at her sons again. The two seems eager to have Y/n join them, and deep down, Wanda wants him to join too.

"Y/n... Would you like to join us? I don't mind." She said kindly with a smile, fuck that damn smile again. Y/n couldn't say no to that.

"Well alright then!"

The boys cheered in unison and was quick to drag him by the hand, "Boys slow down!" Wanda said with a laugh, seeing how excited her boys are made her happy.

Y/n sent Kate a quick message, telling her that he'll be joining Wanda and the boys instead.

To which our dear Kate respond with, "Damn, use protection-" we love a supportive friend.

The four of them played a bunch of different games, mostly the ones that would get them prizes. Y/n being the athletic person that they are, manages to win them all. Wanda mostly watched, albeit, she was mostly watching them.

Wanda tried not to, but the young man decided to take off their jacket at one of those hammer games to reveal their sleeveless shirt. And holyshit did she missed those strong toned arms. Honestly, it made her mind wander to their previous escapades.

"I could feel you staring." Y/n teased her as they continued walking, keeping his voice low just for the two of them.

"It's hard not too. If I'm being honest, I think you're doing it on purpose."

"And if I am?"

Wanda lets her eyes roamed their body shamelessly, "You won't hear any complaints from me." she said with a smirk.

It's like as if the conversation from their previous night never happened. The four kept walking, honestly, Wanda had a much better time with Y/n than with her husband who was constantly on his phone. Y/n was also very attentive towards her kids, like when Billy asked for a piggy back ride because his brother got one. The sight made her heart melt. Perhaps if time was on their side, they would've been a wonderful family...

But they could, couldn't they? Exactly what was stopping her?

Y/n had confessed their love, and at this moment, Wanda... maybe felt the same???

She was conflicted. But after seeing how neglectful Vision was, how dismissive he is to his own son. She knew he wasn't the man she would want for the rest of her life. But is she truly ready to let another into her heart so quickly?

They're sitting right there? What are you waiting for?!

"Wanda." Y/n's voice snapped her out of her thought. She glanced at them and was greeted with a gentle smile. The four of them decided to sit on the bench, exploring the fair was quite tiring so they decided to get some food. "It's getting late, I think they're getting pretty tired."

Surely enough her boys looked sleepy, she checked the time and to her surprise it was already 9.45. "Right. Come on boys, let's get home." They twins gathered their last energy and stood up from their seat. They walked to the car and Y/n accepted Wanda's offer to ride back, considering Wanda's house was near Mrs. Vostokoff's, he only needed to walk a few blocks. However, before he could get into the car, a girl called out him.

"Hey! I didn't think I'd catch you here." The girl on the baseball stall, Cassie, smiled at him.

"Cassie! Hey, yea I was just about to head back." Y/n chuckles.

"Already? I didn't even get your name." Her tone was rather flirty, Wanda did not like this one bit.

"Y/n." Wanda called to him, she tried to hide it. But Y/n could tell there was some undertone in it.

"That's my name." He kept his gaze on the girl.

"You have my number. See you round..." She said, leaning her body closer slightly in a flirtatious manner. Once she was out of sight, Y/n smirked to himself and got into the car.

They looked over to the side and to their surprise, Wanda was clenching her jaw. Is she ok? Wanda started the car and drove out of the parking lot. They stayed quite for a few minutes until Wanda broke the silence.

"Who's that?"

"Just... some girl from one of the game stand."

Wanda hummed, "She seems very smitten of you."

"I mean... yeah I guess? I don't wanna be too cocky." They chuckled. In their mind, Wanda had no feelings for them whatsoever. So to them the whole flirty banter was all platonic, like maybe that's just the nature of their friendship.

However to Wanda, who was now settling with her feelings, felt betrayed. All that banter and moments they shared a few minutes ago was nothing to him? The ride to her house was rather quick, she parked the car on the driveway and wasted to time to get out. Ok... she seems pissed?

He got out of the car as well, moving onto the back seat to grab the twins who were sleeping soundly. "Leave the toys, we can get them later." Wanda instructed, they nod and picked up Tommy. They followed Wanda to the twins bedroom on the second floor.

Wanda was already tucking Billy on his bed, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead. He could hear a soft whisper, "Good night, Billy." he smiled at that.

They gently did the same with Tommy, tucking him in, opting to softly pat his shoulders instead. "G'night buddy."

The sight was perfect, like two parents tucking their kids to sleep. Wanda realizes she never shared this moment anymore with Vision, here she is sharing it with a guy she just met during the summers. The two walked out of the twins bedroom and made their way back to the living room. They locked eyes with each other, the atmosphere between them was rather tense. As memories of their last meeting came flooding back, the rejected confession, Wanda's hurtful words, Y/n's broken heart. It was weird how they wind up back where they left off.

"Well uh... that was quite the coincidence, but it was nice seeing you again." Y/n said, trying to break the tension.

"Likewise." Wanda looked down at her feet.

Wanda was distant once again, well, I guess there really is no chance. Maybe Y/n was just hoping for too much. Hoping for something that would never happen.

Again.

"I'll see myself out, enjoy your night, Wanda." He said kindly with that smile of his. Don't make the same mistake.

They turn to leave. Now. Y/n slowly walks to the front door. For fuck sake-

"Y/n, wait!" Oh thank christ-

"Yes?" They turned to face her. But Wanda's words got stuck in her throat. What did she even wanted to say? Did she truly loved them? She certainly don't want to be Vision anymore, but are they really the one? She only knows Y/n for a few months. How will she know if Y/n won't just end up the same as Vision.

"I-" Fuck why couldn't she say anything?

So Y/n decided to speak up first, "I had a fun night, if you still want to keep our distance I'll gladly accept that. But I do want to say, I'm glad this time we ended on better terms." He said kindly.

"Yes... I'm- uh..." Just fucking say it Wanda.

Y/n waited patiently for her to speak whatever she wanted to say. But for some reason she couldn't utter a single word, "You don't have to say anything. Goodby-"

His sentence was cut off by her lips. She gently cupped his face, getting on her tiptoes slightly. Y/n was shock, beyond shock. What is happening? Is this another one time thing? Did she liked them back? Their mind was going for a million miles an hour.

If Wanda couldn't pour out her feelings in words, she might as well pour it out through her actions. She loved him by cupping his face gently. She missed them dearly by the way she pressed their lips rather harshly. Her body yearned him by the way she lets him pulled her closer by the waist.

They pulled back breathlessly, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. "Wanda?"

"Y/n I-" She shook the last bit of hesitation, "I- I don't know how I feel about you, but what I know is I missed you dearly. The thought of not having you in my life, it- it makes me feel sad. I regret my words, everything I said to you. You're... not just a plaything, you're everything. You are everything and more to me."

Y/n's heart started beating rapidly. They had a hard time believing her words.

"I know I hurt you, and you have every rights to walk out of that door right now. But-"

"Then why did you say those things?" Y/n asked sadly.

"This is not an excuse for me to be a bitch, but truth to be told I think I was just... afraid. Y/n I'm a married woman falling in love with a 20 year old man. I have two sons and a husband. Even if, now that I think of it, the only thing holding Vision and I together is merely our marriage. Everything is just so complicated." She started rambling. But one word that caught their ear the most, was love.

Y/n inhaled sharply, they were at lost for words.

"When you talked to that girl, I realized, I didn't want to see you with another. I just wanted you to be mine, mine only." Her hand was still cupping his face, she rest their foreheads together. "If you had been just a casual fling, I wouldn't care so much. Yet that's not the truth. Because the truth is the thought of you with someone else makes me sick."

"Wanda-"

"I know it's not fair. It's not fair at all, to want to keep you to myself when I'm still conflicted with my own feelings. But- Hmpf!" Her rambling this time was cutoff by a kiss, god how much she missed to lips.

Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, pulling them even closer. The kiss was... different. Rather than lust, it was full of love. A new found love that they now shared with one another. After a few seconds they pulled away from each other, yet still holding each other close.

"You don't know how glad I am to hear that." Y/n said with a smile, eyes glistening slightly. Wanda couldn't help but to let out a soft laugh before pulling them into another kiss.

"There's still so many things I need to hash out. But if you'll have me... would you be willing to wait?" Wanda said against his lips.

"I would wait for you until hell freezes over. Take all the time you need." Y/n responded genuinely. Wanda felt her heart blossomed, is this what it feels like to be properly loved? To have someone love you just as much as you loved them?

Perhaps it is. The love she yearned for. One that her husband couldn't provide, one that was lost over the years of marriage. Something tells her it'll be different with them. That it would be a start of a wonderful thing for years to come.

If only the universe is on their side.

The front door flew open, and the two of them pulled away immediately. Shit.

"Wanda, have you found him? I'll go to the police station tom-" Vision stopped his sentence as soon as he saw Y/n. Wanda is scared shitless. They both are.

Fuck.

"Who are you?" The venom in his voice was very noticable.

"I'm-" Fuck what do I say?

"Vision..." Wanda started.

"Is this what you've been doing behind my back?"

"Just- Vis, please-"

"After everything I've done for you, Wanda!" He yelled. Vision approached her with an angry look, Wanda took a step back. "I bet you had so much fun being fucked like the whore you are didn't you?"

Wanda was surprised to hear her husband speaking to her like that. But if we're being completely honest, she wasn't completely innocent either.

"Don't talk to her like that!" Y/n spoke up.

Vision whipped his head in their direction, "And you" he snarled. He then walked closer to Y/n as if sizing him up. "What makes you think you could sleep with a married woman?"

Y/n gulped, yes their whole relationship was messed up. Y/n knew damn well that she was married, yet he still continued to pursue her.

"What you don't have a fucking mouth?" Vision shoved him. Y/n stayed quiet, not wanting to escalate the situation. "Not so fucking tough now, are you?!" They clenched their jaw.

"Vision, leave him alone." To their surprise, Wanda spoke up for them. This moment required caution, but to be honest Y/n felt their heart swell at Wanda's defense.

"What?" Vision narrowed his eyes at her who was now standing on the side between the two of them.

"It's late, and you should leave. I specifically asked you not to come home tonight."

Vision let out a sarcastic laugh. "You're defending him?"

Wanda sighed, their marriage was complicated. But at this point there was no love between them. She had her heart for someone else, and Vision doesn't even care about his family. "You and I both know we're only together for the sake of our kids. Let's not pretend there's anything between us."

Vision scoffed, "You are unbelievable..."

"Oh don't act so innocent, I've seen the text between you and your assistant." Wanda spat. Vision tensed slightly at the sentence. Shit things just got better. "Leave."

"You can't kick me out of my own house, Wanda."

"The house was passed down from my parents, it's under my name. Leave." She asked one last time. Finally, Vision walk towards the front door. However, it seems like he had more to say. Before he closed the door on his way out he looked back at the two of them with a disgusted look.

"This fucking kid has no status in this country, he works a minimum wage job, he's still in college struggling to pay his own tuition. What makes you think he can provide you with everything you need?" He snarled.

Wanda crossed her arms, "That's none of your concern. I'm surprised you even cared about our family's needs when just tonight you couldn't careless about Tommy's whereabouts." Seems like she hit a nerve as Vision slammed the front door when he left the house. Wanda let out a breath of relief. She glanced at Y/n who looked deep in thought.

"Y/n?" She asked.

"Hmmm?" He looked up at her. Wanda could tell something was wrong. She approached them and gently cup their face.

"Don't mind what he said."

However, Y/n was now washed over with reality. Vision's words were hurtful, "But he was right..."

Wanda's heart shattered at the sight, "Darling, no." Y/n had a sorrow look. Wanda wanted nothing more but to kiss it away.

"Wanda... I have nothing to offer you."

"Don't say that... Please don't say that." She pulled them down so she could plant a soft kiss on his forehead lovingly. "You provide me with so much love and care." Y/n gently rest their hand on top of Wanda's, they gazed int each other's eyes. Love visible on either's side.

But he couldn't... Y/n had nothing. And Wanda deserved someone who could give her everything.

Slowly, Y/n pulled away Wanda's hand from their face with a sad smile. Wanda's heart shattered slightly. "You need someone who could provide more than that."

"What if I want you?"

"Wanda, I want nothing more than to be yours. But I'm just a broke college student. To make matters worse I'm an international student, I have no status here."

"You can apply for a work visa after graduation." She tried to reason.

"I'm only in my second year, it'll take a few more years to pay off my debts. And I don't even know if I'll get a job in the film industry knowing how competitive it is." Tears started to pool in Wanda's eyes. They were both too caught up in their little bubble forgetting the complication of their relationship.

Wanda had a family to take care of. Now that Vision was out of the picture, she had to figure out a way how to balance work as a single mother. She didn't made this decision because of Y/n, no, Vision turned out to be a deadbeat father. But if she did wanted another partner she would preferably want one who is in the same life stage as hers.

Yet her heart couldn't help but to call for Y/n.

"I love you, Wanda. But I-" Y/n kept holding her hand, he wants her. God he wanted nothing more than to be hers. To be able to provide for her. To show her love and care that she deserves. But as usual, time and the universe was not on their side. "You deserve someone better."

Wanda couldn't hold herself so she pulled them into an embrace, hiding her face on his chest. Their arms wrapped around her. Both of them cried for the life they wish they could have had with each other, but due to the circumstances, it couldn't happen. Yet.

"Just... hold me."

"Forever if I could."

Wanda stayed there, listening to their heartbeat. Her heart was torn. She wishes she could have a life with them, but she has a duty as a mother. As much as she knew she was capable of providing herself and her boys financially, deep down their relationship would be doomed if it continued. With Wanda being busy at work, taking care of the boys, and adapting to life as a single mother. Y/n focusing on their studies, after they graduate they need to focus on finding a job and adapt to adult work life. Not to mention handling all the paperwork and requirements as a foreigner.

It was too hectic. Too much complication already to their own complicated life.

But what if love was enough to conquer it all? Or is that just wishful thinking?

"Y/n." Wanda pulled back, gazing into his eyes.

"Yea?" Y/n responded. Wanda's hand reached up to tangle itself in his hair. She kissed his forehead, Y/n closed their eyes. Wanting to forget everything just for a second.

"I love you too." Wanda said softly.

Oh how their heart bloomed hearing those 4 words. Y/n couldn't help but smile at Wanda's confession.

"In another time, another life. I promise to love you in every single one of them."

Phewww, finally. I can move on to a new series, i hope you guys liked this shameless self-insert fic! Damn this last part was LONGGG I have a few ideas for Wandanat, and maybe another one for sum more Wanda x Readers :>>>

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can i request something filipino?like filo reader brings nat in the ph and then they try street foods??

The Proposal Series — II. Immigration, Homecoming, Romanoff

Hi Anon! I hope it's okay to combine your request with my little series! Also, sorry for the delay; I got really busy with school. And oh, credits to The Proposal movie, especially the script and the plot, because obviously that's where this story will go!

"1023, 1024, 1025, 1026-"

"Will you please shut up?" Natasha snapped from beside you, her sunglasses covering half of her face as you both rode her car to the immigration office. "God, you're so annoying!"

"I'm sorry, if somebody's annoying here, it would definitely be you!" You muttered lowly with a frown before looking at her directly in the eyes. "This is so fucking illegal."

"Where's the fun with always being on the legal side?"

"I'm not going to marry you, Natasha." The first name basis was such a bold move for you to do, but with the pressure, fear, and everything that you've been feeling, you couldn't care less, causing the latter to glare at you with those forest gems that she owned.

"Sure you are." Was the last thing that she replied before her side of the door was opened by the driver, leaving you frustrated with her attitude and everything about her.

You followed Natasha inside, and there you saw the really long line that made your boss curse to herself. Just as you were about to go and line up, Natasha had already left your side, instead opting to go straight to the counter and making the people (who have been waiting for so long) groan in annoyance.

"The line.."

"Shut up and just follow." She instructed as if you're her dog that she could boss around everywhere and anytime she pleases. The next person on the line was about to approach the personnel, but Natasha had already taken her spot with a simple glare. The older woman immediately backed away. "I just need to ask him something."

"Hi!" You smiled apologetically. "Sorry for the..."

"I need for you to file this fiancé visa for me," Natasha said to the in-charge worker at the cubicle, the latter shaking his head in annoyance but nonetheless accepting the papers that you've brought. "Thanks."

"Miss Romanoff?" Cris, as you saw from his name tag, read through the file.

Natasha nodded in confirmation, "Yeah."

"Please come with me."

-

"I want to puke," You whispered in the silence that fell into the room. You were led into an office where papers for people's visas and such are being processed. "I have a bad feeling about this."

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Morning, lovebirds!" A man came in, and you were guessing that he's probably in his early 40s. "I'm Mister Loki Laufeyson, and you must be Y/n.." He faced you, making you answer with a small nod because you were still unsure about everything that's been happening recently. "And you must be Miss.."

"Romanoff." Natasha continued with a subtle eye roll because she knew deep inside that she would hate this man for the rest of her life.

"Yes." Loki nodded. "Sorry about the wait. It's a busy day today, as you can see from the long line."

"Yeah, yeah." Your boss cut him off. "And we appreciate you for seeing us on such short notice."

Insert sarcasm.

It's her nature, and she can't help it anymore.

"Okay." The older man shrugged and began sitting on his chair. "Blablablablablablabla.."

You watched him through uncertain eyes as he surveyed all the files that you were tasked to prepare at the last minute before you both came here for this shit.

"So I have one question for you," Loki sighed. "Are you both committing fraud to avoid her deportation? And so she could keep her position in the company?"

"That's... that's ridiculous."

"Where did you get that?" Natasha squinted her eyes, scoffing sarcastically but subtly.

"We had a phone tip this afternoon from a woman named-"

"Sharon." The redhead guessed correctly.

"Sharon Carter." The man agreed impressively.

"Poor Sharon. I'm sorry, you see.." Natasha faked sympathy, remaining standing by the side with her phone clutched tightly against her palm. "Sharon is nothing but a disgruntled employee that I just fired because of her tardiness and laziness. I believe this is just her way for some childish revenge for me… And we know that your department is very busy, so if you just give us the next step, we'll be out of your hair and on our way."

"Miss Romanoff, please." Loki gestured the chair for the redhead to sit, which she obeyed immediately. "Let me explain the process that's about to unfold. Step one will be a scheduled interview. I'll put you into a room where I ask every little question that a real couple should know about each other."

"Mm." You gulped nervously.

"Step two: I dig deeper. I look at your phone records. Talk to your neighbors. Interview your co-workers about your relationship." Loki said firmly, "And if your answers don't match up, you." He pointed at Natasha, "Will be deported immediately."

"Hm.." Natasha nodded with a shrug.

"And you, young lady." You think he's flirting with you when he turns to your side, but it's gone as soon as you blink your eyes, swallowed by the nerves settling in. "Will have committed a felony punishable by a fine of $250,000 and a vacation of five years in the federal prison."

The weight of everything had finally sunk in, and you felt the sweat building up intensely against your chest, your hairline, your armpits—your whole body.

"So," Loki fake-whispered, scrutinizing you with his gaze as if he's challenging you and wants you to give in already. "Wanna tell me something?"

At first, you shook your head, thinking about how you would lose your job and how everything that you've worked hard for (including dealing with the unbearable attitude of Natasha for three years) would come to waste, but then you also remembered that you didn't want to end up in jail for that long, making you nod your head a little bit to answer him.

"Yes?" He questioned, not paying attention to Natasha's foot stomping yours with her heels underneath the table, causing you to shake your head, silently signaling the redhead to stop it already. "No?"

"The truth is.." You cleared your hoarse throat, gathering all your thoughts and setting aside your emotions until further time. "Mr. Laufeyson, the truth is.."

Meanwhile, Natasha sat there with a clenched jaw, looking back and forth between you and Loki, waiting for the outcome of what your next words might bring, but to her surprise, it came out well for her side, especially when you spoke again.

"Natasha and I..." You breathed out deeply, nervously plucking the skin on your fingers beneath the view of this man. "Are just two people who weren't supposed to be in love but did. The reason we can't tell anyone we work with is because of my promotion that's coming up, and we don't want them to think that I only got that because we're in a relationship... We don't want that, of course."

"Promotion?" Natasha raised her brow.

You continued, feeling more confident this time, "We both felt that it wouldn't be the right time to reveal everything, so we kept our relationship secret to everyone. As I said, we don't want them to think that I'm getting promoted just because we are... you know."

"So," He mumbled. "Do your parents know about this?"

"Uh, parents. Don't have one." Natasha quickly cut in, "Adaptive ones, sure, but we've lost contact since I was just a child. Technically, no parents on my side to tell this about."

Loki faced you, "And you? Are your parents dead?"

"No." Your boss answered easily for you, "Hers are very much alive, and oh, in fact, we're actually planning to tell them this weekend on her Lola's 90th birthday celebration. The whole family's coming together, and we thought it'd be a nice surprise."

This eavesdropping woman!

"And where is this party happening?" Loki questioned eagerly to Natasha, like he just sensed something as he squinted his eyes for some flaws in Natasha's words.

"At Y/n's parents house, of course." The Russian answered confidently with a small chuckle.

"And where is that located again?" He pushed, making Natasha mentally curse herself and the man in front of her.

"Um," Natasha scoffed. "Why am I doing all the talking? Baby, come on, it's your parent's house. Tell him where it is!"

"Mexico."

"Mexico," Natasha repeated.

You continued, "Philippines."

"Philippines?" She looked at you with wide eyes but said nothing else.

"So you're going to fly to the Philippines this weekend?" Loki asked with raised brows.

"Yeah." You both agreed, feeling Natasha's hesitance in her tone but disregarding it otherwise because, well, you two don't have a choice; that much is obvious.

"We are going to the Philippines," Natasha informed, touching your shoulder for some fake affection. "That's where my baby's from."

"Fine." Loki sighed, disappointed that he couldn't squeeze you enough to admit anything right now. "I see how this is going to go. I'll have to see you both at 11 by Monday morning for your scheduled interview, and your answers better match up on every account, or else..."

"Thank you, Sir." You stood up immediately to shake his cold hands, while Natasha stood up to answer the call from her phone.

You sighed, shoulders slumping as you showed your way out with Natasha's nose glued to her phone by your side.

Everything inside your head is noisy, and it makes you want to burst out, but every time you open your mouth, nothing comes out, which frustrates your whole being because, my god..

What did you get yourself into?

"Okay." Natasha finally broke the loud silence, snapping you out of your thoughts. "What's going to happen is we'll go down there and pretend that we're girlfriends, then tell them we're engaged. Book our flights. First class. And oh, confirm the vegan meal for me, okay? Because the last time, they actually gave it to a vegan and they forced me to eat this slimy, clammy, creamy salad thingy, which was really—hey, why aren't you taking notes?"

"I'm sorry, were you not in that room?" You sarcastically questioned with furrowed brows.

"What?" Natasha looked at you confusedly before she flashed you a small (not real) smile. "Oh! The thing about the promotion! That's a good one; he fell for it."

"I was serious." You muttered, "I'm looking at a $250,000 fine and five years in jail. That changes things."

"Promote you to a higher position that you're not capable of? No, no way." She scoffed.

You rolled your eyes with a shrug. "Then I quit, and you're screwed. Bye, Natasha."

And just as you were about to walk out, you heard her call you again, making you smirk to yourself.

"Fine. Fine!" Natasha frowned. "I'll promote you, fine—if you do this whole weekend in the Philippines thing and the immigration thingy, you'll get what you ask for. Happy?"

"Not in two years, but right away," You challenged.

"Fine!" She gave in with a groan, and you grinned at how you finally got her to agree with you for the first time ever since you worked for her.

"Now ask me nicely, Natasha." You smirked subtly.

"Ask you nicely, what?" She looked up from her phone, confused.

"Ask me nicely to marry you."

"What does that mean?" The redhead Russian asked with a tone that says she's losing her patience, but nah, you have the upper hand this time, and you sure damn hell you'll make the most out of it.

"You heard me." You gestured to her. "On your knees."

"What the f-" You raised your brow at her in warning, causing her to stop in mid-sentence before she began kneeling down with her sarcastic smile and dangerous eyes. "Y/n.."

"Yes?" You teased.

"Sweet, sweet, Y/n." Natasha did an adorable pout, looking like she's a puppy begging for food, but of course, it was mixed with sarcasm as usual. "Will you please, with cherries on top, marry me?"

You hummed for good measure, pretending to think as you looked away.

"I don't appreciate the sarcasm, but that'll do it." You shrugged. "See you tomorrow, boss!"

And with that, you left her almost falling flat on her face if it wasn't for her attentive skills that she caught herself and saved herself from the embarrassment as she cursed you in her mind.

Off to the Philippines we go!

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Taglist (that I forgot yet again, sorry 😭): @taliiiaasteria @marvels--slut @freeyanna

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[j-nope-not-today]

Hello! I just discovered your page and I love it! 🐢

Could you write something about the guys finding out that s/o (reader, the girl they have a secret crush on) has a pet little turtle in their house?

Perhaps they had to go to the girl's house and since she lives alone there is no problem, but curiosity led them to discover a rather large and beautiful fish tank with a little turtle living there surrounded by many beautiful things and decorations, and she explains that It's a pet that was given to him a couple of years ago before he met them, so it's just a coincidence.

I find the situation very funny and adorable, imagining them, being huge, and seeing a tiny so turtle living its life peacefully in a large fish tank.

I die of loveooooooor :D ✨❤️🧡💙💜

TMNT reaction to s/o with a pet turtle

A/n: hello! Thanks for requesting and sorry it took so long to get done, but I hope you like it!

Raphael

Big red was stunned

I mean he was at your house for the first time

He didn't expect to see such an elaborate tank setup and when he got closer and saw the small turtle

He couldn't help but laugh a little and turn to you

"is this a joke?"

Your gonna have to explain your not fucking with him and that you had your turtle long before you met him

Once you do he'll instantly deflate and just be okay with it

He'll laugh to himself "looks like you got a thing for turtles. Don't you think?"

He'll turtle sit for you if need be, but it's a little weird for him

He'll just treat him like a new friend

He's honestly weird about it at first but the small turtle grows on him

Leonardo

The moment he's in your room and sees this turtle... he's gonna do exactly what's in the pictured gif above 👆

Just gonna look at the turtle then straight at you.

He'll let you explain and then just stare at the turtle

"...you like me more..right?"

Your gonna have to reassure him that yes you prefer his company over your pet's

He'll be so passive aggressive with your turtle and you'll catch him helping care for him

But you'll like see him feed your pet all while mumbling

"look at your stupid cute face..you should know if I wasn't feeding you you would be starving to death."

He probably ends up loving your turtle more than you in the end though he'll never say so

Donatello

Jealous

He was j e a l o u s

He wasn't to surprised you had a pet turtle but he was very jealous

So reassure him that he's your favorite turtle

He has to hear it

Once he does he'll be totally fine with it and probably would even help you care for your pet.

"the ph balance of the water is off..I'll fix it."

Consistently making sure your turtle is healthy and happy.. because he wants you to smile and maybe because a small

a very, very small part of him actually cares for your pet

Though he wasn't gonna tell you that but he didn't need to

You could see it

Michelangelo

He gets excited when he first sees the small turtle but then gets fake mad

He wants you to tell him he's still your favorite turtle

To console him..maybe even give him a hug

And once you do any of those things immediately he's back to being excited

He'll ask so many questions about your pet..as if your pet could answer the questions

"do you think (t/n) likes me?"

At a certain point it'll be like the turtle isn't even yours.

It's Mikey's turtle now.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt imagine #tmnt x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt mikey #tmnt ralph #tmnt leonardo

[simplyjake]

Enha hyungs with filo!reader

summary: meeting the fam and visiting the philippines with your lovely boyfriend!

a/n: this is VERY self indulgent yall. im filo-american

i think its fully gn!reader.. let me know of any mistakes!

Heeseung

All da titas LUV hee

Girl atp during your family parties

You enter and ur man isnt with you

“Anako where is your boyfriend”

Like damn my bad tita i thought you wanted to see me more

Yk… your niece/nephew

The younger kids love him

Hes the life of the party

This goes without saying but you teach him a lot of tagalog

Or whatever dialect you speak!

You taught him putangina mo and he hasnt stopped saying it since omg

“Yo jake”

“Hmm?”

“Putang ina mo”

LOLLLLL

You teach him how to make your favorite meals

I think heeseung would really enjoy bibingka 

Though let me just say

Good luck getting your man back during a party fr like

If hes not doing karaoke w the titas, hes playing mahjong with the uncles, if not them your older cousins steal him to game and the young kids love playing house with him

And once you found him with one of your cousins babies in the room as he sings them to sleep 

like which one gave him that baby please..

Jay

Okay so jay

When you brought him to the philippines for the first time

Pookie LIVED at the mall of asia let me tell you

Like honey we still gotta do everything else

Jay would love baguio too

Doesnt even care if they are over paying him for the taho he LOVES IT

“Jay pls stop talking to them in english theyre overcharging u”

“Womp womp i dont care this street food is fire” 

Did he fr just womp womp you…

He said this after getting said taho

You made sure he knew how to bless the elderly before you meet everyone

And he makes sure he does it to all the lolas and lolos in your family!

Hes just in awe with the country and how pretty it is

He asks your parent how to cook some of your fav dishes

Just so he can make it at home whenever you feel homesick

He actually had to buy a THIRD luggage for yall cus he would not stop buying souvenirs and clothes when you went.

I think jays fav filo dish would be balatong idk

I dont make the rules

Tbh i kinda do

Anywho

After the trip jay has a talk with you

He really wants to have a house there for whenever you visit and have it be next to your family home :( so cute

Makes plans to propose at your favorite place in the ph!!

Jake

Ok jake

The titos LOVE jake

Honorary filipino of the family fs

Your younger girl cousins are all over him HELP

“Can i have my man back”

“No.”

“You heard them y/n, i guess i have to stay with her”

Oh hes sick

Constantly offered your lola to help cook 

She said no plenty of times but he wouldnt take no for an answer!

You took him to visit paoay 

LOVED IT THERE

Jollibees number one fan

LIVES for the pineapple quencher got it anytime he ordered

Hesitant on the cheese and ube pie

Ended up buying like two during the visits

Jake love love loves igado

Its now one of his favorite dishes

His fav dish tho was the empanadas by the small shop near your house

After the trip he is now officially in the gc u nd ur cousins have

He was already planning your next trip back

Even though youre halfway through this one

Like babe let's maybe finish this before anything else ok?

Sunghoon

Since hes a bit on the quieter side

Hed be a bit awkward meeting everyone first 

If you're in a filo family yk how they are when you bring a man home oml..

But in the end

He fits in well with your family fr

Also hot take

I think sunghoon loves balut 

I cant remember if any of the enha members have tried it before so forgive me

But i just feel he woul enjoy it the most

Loved the beach trips you and him would take 

He buys the silly “I love the Philippines” shirts

Gets a few little trinkets to display around the house

Became friends with your tourist guide

Now they follow each other on facebook

Based off true events

Talkative s/o and bf who listens

You tell him all about the history of the places you visit

And he looks at you absorbing all the info you tell him

#enhypen #enha #enha x reader #enhypen imagines #enha imagines #heeseung #jay park #park jongseong #jake sim #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #heeseung x reader #jay park x reader #jake sim x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader

[jazzjlan]

ok look, this has been scratching my brain the past few days and i had to let it out, fair warning though it's not THAT shocking it just fascinates me and i was going insane as the damn linebeck stan i am

midway through this blog i just checked the zelda wiki and hyrule historia again and found out 100 years passed since then, so just a small warning this is all BEFORE i found out about the 100 year gap between the games, and theory's rather going with the more "logical" 70-80 years

This is basically related to Phantom Hourglass and Spirit Tracks, and specifically Linebeck himself. Based on some rambles of mine one random night at 4 am, with no prior research but facts from Hyrule Historia, and autism.

In Spirit Tracks, you come across Linebeck III, who looks very similar to Linebeck himself from Phantom Hourglass. He gives you a letter from his grandpa, which is signed "Linebeck Senior". Initially I thought; "Is his grandpa Linebeck's father? Is Linebeck this guy's dad, then?" But turns out I was wrong.

I was reading Hyrule Historia the other day (i have the french version, hence the french screenshot underneath) and it says that Linebeck III is not only Linebeck's descendant as mentioned in-game but also his grandson. Therefore, Linebeck Senior is in fact the guy we all know (and love) from Phantom Hourglass.

don't worry, i got you covered, put a translation at the top as well

But then I was confused. I asked myself; "Wait, how did Linebeck ALREADY have a grandson???"

Putting Linebeck aside, if we pay close attention to Niko, the silly hehe pirate from Tetra's crew who appeared since Wind Waker, we notice that he's aged up, from possibly a child/teen to a grandpa. I'd like to pretend Niko's around 14-15 during TWW and PH.

So if we think about it, a lot of time has passed since the events of Phantom Hourglass, let's say 70-80 years. we love you grandpa niko

Anyway, going back to Linebeck, let's say he's in his 40s, and so is Linebeck III (maybe younger, he seems like it), and if we still say that the average human life expectancy is 80 years, that means Linebeck III is born when his father's the same age, being 30-40 years old.

If we take this same pattern with Linebeck (Senior) and his child (Linebeck II), that means...

Linebeck's a father during the events of Phantom Hourglass???

i'm honestly shook over this fact idk why. it's just so funny to me to think of linebeck as a dad, seeing his personality and the way he acts and so on. i just always see him as some bitchless pathetic stinky garbage man LMAO

With whom did he even have this child? Jolene? Who knows?

Personally, I just think it's funny to think of Jolene's being after Linebeck's ass because of that child he possibly abandoned. But that's not the canon reason why she's after him, that being just pure revenge.

honestly i'd like to think of it like that it's just hilarious like "LINEBECK FOR FUCKS SAKE WHERES THE CHILD SUPPORT"

However, if we delve into the more canon timeline, being ST happening 100 years after PH, that would mean that Linebeck possibly had his child after finding land, by the end of PH. It's either that, or he could just be much older than I thought (like, maybe 60?) and he's already had his child.

and niko's old as fuck and somehow still thriving

wild

thanks for listening to my rambles baibaiii

#it's adorable to think about tbh #linebeck being a father does warm up my heart idk why #jazz jtalks #rambles #ramblings #jazzlan #jlan #nintendo #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #zelda #tloz #spirit tracks #phantom hourglass #zelda spirit tracks #zelda phantom hourglass #theory #fan theory #analysis #theories #loz #zelda theory #headcanon #linebeck #viral #my headcanons #hc #hcs #my hcs #autism

[kitten4sannie]

bestie help i can’t stop thinking about fucking older! ateez 😭😭😭 like iMAGINE 50-something year old san or yeosang (or san AND yeosang…👀👀) the way they’d be kinda cocky because of their success when they were younger (and their /experiences/ when they were younger) HHHH and they’d treat y/n like their little princess and when they fuck you theyd be like “does this pretty baby just need a cock inside her little pussy SO bad that she’s willing fuck an old guy like me?“ and girl u KNOW they’re both gonna be buff as FUCK by that age i- i need to stop myself

holy fuck i love you for sending this ask like i am REELING you have no idea 😭😭 i almost went insane typing this out like i am down astronomically for dilf ateez esp older ateez like okay sure 30 year old san/yeo would be fine af but 50 YEAR OLD SAN/YEO??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP 💳💥💳💥 so yeah i ended up writing an entire fic and i know this wasn’t technically a request but i just had to 😭i dedicate the following to you bestie so i hope i did it justice 🖤

𝙰 𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠

Older! San x Fem! Reader x Older! Yeosang

Genre: smut 

W.C: 3.6k 

Summary: San and Yeosang visit your place of work, hoping to unwind after another long day of being incredibly rich and powerful. 

Warnings: reader is in her early 20s, aged up! san/yeo, dom! san, soft dom! yeo, sansang, brief olfactophilia, cigar smoking, alcohol usage, mentions of age difference, pet names, use of the names sir/Daddy, dirty talk, degradation, super brief masterbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, fingering, oral (receiving), squirting, two instances of unprotected sex, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, kissing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation 

Song Recs: Planet Girl by Jooyoung feat. pH-1, Lost in the Fire by The Weeknd, Into It by Chase Atlantic, The Walls by Chase Atlantic

Masterlist

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You were working at your city’s local upscale cigar lounge when two of your favorite customers came in. Choi San and Kang Yeosang. Though they were both old enough to be your dad, they still were still infinitely hotter than most guys your age. And they knew it too.

As per usual, they were both dressed in fairly casual, but obviously luxury brand clothes. Gucci and YSL, from what you could recognize. You weren’t personally familiar with those brands, but you could tell just from being around the other (usually affluent) customers. Your eyes scanned them, watching them walk from the entrance over to the counter you were standing behind. They were wearing a fair amount of jewelry, the silver and gold accents of their necklaces and bracelets only serving to make the extent of their wealth just a little more obvious to anyone that was near them. Of course, you noticed the sleek buttoned loafers they had on as well, knowing those alone probably cost more than your rent. 

The wrinkles underneath their eyes appeared a little more prominent than usual, the both of them tired and ready to relax at the end of a busy day. San gave you a small wave, resting his hand down on the mahogany counter, his aromatic cologne making its way to your nose. It gave off strong accents of sandalwood, with hints of cinnamon coming through as well. 

“Welcome back, Mr. Choi. Mr. Kang. Your usual?”

San nodded his head, already pulling his leather wallet out of the back pocket of his black pleated trousers. You could tell that they were professionally tailored from the way they perfectly hugged his muscular thighs.

Two Cubans,” you started, already feeling like you were about to lose your cool, but forcing yourself to pull out a small cigar case and opening it up, pushing it in their direction for them to inspect. 

Yeosang stepped closer to the counter to pick up a cigar and make sure it was up to his standards, allowing you to smell his cologne of choice as well. Though it was similar to San’s in terms of it being able to turn you on, it had a much more gentle scent, giving off notes of citrus and lavender. “Forgetting something, dollface?” he questioned, his deep, silky voice permeating in your ears.

“And a bottle of scotch. Single malt,” you added, feeling an obvious knot already beginning to form inside your stomach. You reached for the bottle from the shelf behind you and set it down on the counter, along with an identical set of shot glasses.

“Anything else?” You twirled a lock of hair around your manicured finger and looked Yeosang up and down, who was already doing the same to you. You bit your lip, giving San a once over as well, who returned it with an even hungrier reaction. 

“It depends. Are you on the menu as well, sweetheart? I’d love to find out how you taste,” San questioned confidently in a low, but smooth tone, sliding his platinum credit card into your hand, his slender fingers drifting over yours. 

Yeosang elbowed his friend in the side, giving him a slight grimace. “Have you ever heard of being subtle?”

“Why be subtle when this works ten times faster?” San retorted, rolling his eyes, which prompted Yeosang to open his mouth like he was about to argue with him. 

Unable to ignore the aching in between your thighs, you found yourself giving into one of San’s various attempts at seducing you. Obviously, it was incredibly unprofessional of you, but you were at your wits’ end, unable to resist such a delicious offer.

“I’m…I’m actually off the clock in a little bit…if you two wanted to…you know…” you interrupted in a soft voice, paranoid that your manager would somehow catch wind of what was about to go down all the way from his office.

San and Yeosang exchanged glances, the both of them eventually sharing the same lewd smile.

“Put us down for one of the private rooms,” San informed, watching you press a few things on the screen of your work’s pos system and swipe his card through the reader, his dark eyes zoning in on how tightly your black long sleeve top fit on your body. “You’ll join us as soon as you get off, alright, baby?” 

“Of course, Mr. Choi,” you answered sweetly, handing the older man his card back, along with the key to the room. 

San shook his head slightly, putting the key and his wallet into his pocket, before wrapping his fingers around the neck of the bottle of scotch, passing the two shot glasses to Yeosang. Turning his attention back to you, he stated point-blank, “You’ll be addressing me as Daddy for the rest of the night. Now, let me hear you say it.” 

“Yes…” you started, peering over your shoulder to see if anyone was there, which no one was, thankfully. “Yes, Daddy.” San gave you a pleased smile, elbowing Yeosang just like he had done earlier. 

Yeosang added, “And you can address me as sir, pretty girl.” 

Your eyes flickered over to Yeosang’s brown ones, unconsciously wetting the corner of your lips with your tongue. “See you in a little bit, sir.” 

Yeosang slid a hand into one of his blazer pockets, looking back at you with a small smirk, picturing what you’d look like with his thumb in your mouth. “Don’t take too long, darling.” 

-

Knowing there weren’t cameras set up in the vip room for privacy reasons, you felt like you should be able to relax, but that simply wasn’t happening for you. It was most likely due to the fact that two insanely attractive men were sitting on the velvet couch opposite from you, sharing the strong liquor they had purchased and silently puffing on their cigars, all while undressing you with their eyes. 

“You’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time, haven’t you? Even though we’re thirty years your senior?” San leaned his back against the plush cushion behind him, resting a palm down onto one of his thighs.

“Mmm-hmm,” you nodded, despite gripping your knees so tightly your knuckles turned white, in search of some comfort, wondering if you were even capable of surviving this unbelievably arousing situation. 

“Nervous, baby?” San let out a soft chuckle, taking delight in your predicament, unlike his seasoned counterpart, who was already filling up a glass with the scotch and passing it in your direction.

“Ignore him. Have a drink and relax, okay? We can take things slow, fast, and everything in between. It’s up to you. We don’t even have to do this if you don’t want to,” Yeosang informed, noticing the way you shook your head and took a few gulps of the scotch.

“I want to do this. You two just make me really nervous cuz you’re so…so…” You couldn’t seem to finish your sentence, your mind too occupied with focusing on Yeosang, who had stood up and walked over to you, his elegant frame towering over your own. 

“I understand. Just be sure to let us know if you want us to stop.” Yeosang held the bottom of your chin and tilted it up, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “Nod your head for me, doll.” Once you did so, he hummed to himself. “Good girl,” he added, his words coming out like they were drenched in honey, slowly pushing his thumb past your parted lips.

You could’ve melted right then and then, the strong liquor inside your mostly empty stomach sending a pleasant warmth over the expanse of your body. “Mm,” you moaned softly, sucking on his thumb and looking up at him with half-closed eyes. 

“That’s it…” 

San tapped his cigar near the glass ashtray that was sitting on the small table between the couches, clearing his throat to get his friend’s attention. “Take off her clothes for me, Sangie,” he chimed lovingly, the vapor leaving his mouth, pleased with the sight of Yeosang smiling at him and pulling his thumb out of your mouth with a pop, so that he could pull your top off of you.

-

“Harder. Finger yourself harder, baby. Yeah, just like that,” San groaned, lazily stroking his cock with one hand and still bringing his cigar up to his lips, taking a puff of it now and then. “Are you going to cum for us?”

You were sitting back against the seat with your legs spread, pushing your digits into your cunt as deep as you possibly could, your hand starting to cramp from how long you had been going at it. “I’m trying to, Daddy,” you responded, your tone rising in pitch near the end, tossing your head back from being on the cusp of your orgasm, but not quite getting there. 

“God, you’re so hot. Does your real dad know how much of a slut you are?”

“Uh-uh.” Feeling more pain in your hand than you anticipated, you relaxed it and closed your eyes, sighing out of frustration. You didn’t even notice when Yeosang had gotten onto his knees in front of you, until you felt the flat of his tongue moving up and down your soaking cunt. “Oh, fuck-” 

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, massaging his thumbs into your upper thighs and giving you a reassuring smile, prior to eating you out like you were his first meal of the day. 

“Oh my goddd…” You slumped down slightly against the couch, your fingers pushing past his dyed dark blonde locks, making eye contact with San, who was jerking himself off a little faster than before. 

“How does she taste?” San asked, squeezing his fingers around his cockhead every time he got up to it, a few droplets of pre-cum dripping down the side. 

Yeosang reluctantly pulled his mouth away from you to groan, “She tastes fucking delicious, San,” before replacing his tongue with his fingers, your eager hole swallowing them up to the hilt. 

“I’m jealous.” 

“You should be,” Yeosang chuckled, glancing back at San, as he shoved his digits into you so fast, you thought you might unravel then and there. “Don’t look away either. You’re going to watch me when I make her squirt all over my face.” 

San groaned deeply at his friend’s words, sinking even further into the couch, some of his black hair falling into his eyes. He immediately blew it out of the way so that he could admire the way Yeosang’s tongue was quickly flicking across your clit. “Don’t worry, Sangie. I’m watching…” 

“I’m…cumming…!” It didn’t take long for you to reach your limit, incredibly overwhelmed by all of the pleasure that Yeosang was giving you, as well as from the way that San was drinking in the sight of you and eagerly bringing himself to his own pinnacle of gratification.

A gravelly sounding moan erupted from Yeosang’s vocal cords, holding his mouth open near your pulsing hole and catching most of the clear liquid that squirted out of you on his tongue and in his throat, gulping it down.

“F-uuuuck, that’s so hot…” San choked out, in between grunts, his hips bucking up, just as he shot his load out onto his bare, chiseled abdomen, incredibly relieved that he had unbuttoned his overtly lavish shirt. 

You ran your fingers delicately through Yeosang’s hair, breathing heavily and shuddering when he cleaned up the rest of his arousal with his tongue. “Nnngh, please, sir, let me take care of you too.” 

“No need, doll,” he replied shakily, his porcelain cheeks incredibly flushed and his eyes glossy. Yeosang unbuttoned his velvet pants and pulled them down, along with his tight briefs, revealing his softened, cum-covered length. 

“Oh, wow…” you blushed, bringing a hand up to your mouth and gawking at him, biting back a gasp when Yeosang’s dick started to come alive again just from the way you were looking at it. 

San sighed softly, slicking his slightly damp hair back. “That’s my Sangie, always so eager to please.”

Smiling, Yeosang stood up and walked back to the other couch, sitting down next to San and gathering up some of his own cum, gently moving it up and down his friend’s length to make him hard again.

San groaned in delight, adding, “But enough about him.” He snapped his fingers, gaining your attention, beckoning you in his direction with his index finger. “Come over here and sit on my cock, baby.” 

You almost ran into the coffee table, just narrowly avoiding it and enthusiastically lowering yourself down on San’s lap. “Are you going to fuck me nice and hard, Daddy?” 

“What kind of question is that, sweetheart? It’d be a sin not to.” San grabbed both sides of your ass and kneaded into it with his strong hands, guiding your entrance to his cockhead and pushing himself inside, a few inches at a time, until all nine were inside of you.

“Oh, fuuuuck…” you exhaled, reveling in the feeling of being completely filled up by the man you had been secretly pining for. 

Seeing Yeosang starting to jerk himself off through his peripheral, San began slamming himself into you, right out of the gate, the couch creaking underneath the both of you. “You like watching me fuck her like this, Yeo? Huh? You love it, don’t you?”

Yeosang moaned, moving his hand a bit faster, relishing the dynamic he shared with his friend, as well as the sight of you taking his cock in such an obedient way. “Pull her hair, San…for me…and-fuck-kiss her neck!” 

San followed Yeosang’s directions, bunching up your hair and holding it like you had it up in a ponytail, then pulling it down so you had to look up and expose your neck in the process, earning a strangled sound of pleasure from your lips. “Yeah? You fucking like that?” 

“Uh-huhhh…” You closed your eyes for a moment, shivering when San lazily kissed, lapped at, and sucked on your neck, feeling his warm breath hit your skin whenever he let out a soft pant from how hard he was fucking you.

Yeosang leaned his body weight against San’s, their shoulders and toned arms pressing into one another. “Keep talking to her like that…” he said in a voice barely above a whisper, completely wrapped up in the heavy, intoxicating tension that seemed to swallow the room whole.

“Do you like the way I’m pounding this pretty pussy of yours, baby?” San complied, squeezing his fingers into the sides of your bouncing ass and smacking it a few times, making sure to leave a few handprints. 

“Yes, Daddy…!” 

“Who fucks you better? Me or those twenty-something shitheads you meet on Tinder?”

“You!” 

Yeosang leaned his head down against San’s shoulder, hunching over slightly so that his hand could slide rapidly up and down his throbbing length. “Oh, god…”

“Do you think your coworkers can hear you being a little whore for me? What about that manager of yours? Do you think he knows you’re getting your pussy stuffed by a man way older than him? And being watched by someone who’s just as old?” 

“I don’t care if he does! Fuck me harder!” you cried, almost delirious at this point. 

Yeosang shook his head, letting go of his cock to comment, “Jesus Christ, San, you know I don’t like it when you talk about how old we are. It’s making me go soft.” 

San scoffed, stopping his movements for a moment so that he could casually give Yeosang a side eye, allowing you to bounce on his cock instead, giving you the power to bring yourself to a much-needed state of ecstasy. San groaned out, pressing his head back into the couch, grumbling, “I can’t help that it turns me on, Yeo. Are you really kink-shaming me right now? In the middle of this?” 

“I’m not-”

“Ohhh, I see. You’re just upset she’s not fucking herself dumb on your cock, huh?” San reached over and patted Yeosang’s thigh, giving him a cheeky grin. “Don’t worry, Yeo. Once I empty my load into her, you can have a turn.”

Yeosang’s hand returned to his cock, giving it enough attention so that he could return to the same state of pleasure he was at before, focusing on the way your tits bounced in front of San’s sweaty face. 

“You’ll let me cum inside you, yeah?” San grabbed onto one of your breasts and moved it around, idly tweaking one of your nipples with two fingers, bringing a sharp gasp out of you.

“I…I don’t know…” Though you were on birth control, you dreaded the thought of having to try to keep cum from spilling out of you on the walk out of the building, and including the drive home. What if it stained the seats? And you just got them redone too. That would be-

“Please, baby,” he groaned, the muscles in his thighs tightening, making them go rigid, some of his pre-cum coating your soaked inner walls. “What if I buy you something? You want a pretty little dress? Or what about a new laptop, huh? I’ll even double whatever you get on your paycheck — just let me cum inside you, baby. Please, let me fill this slutty cunt of yours!” 

“Okay, okay! Just hurry up and-” You couldn’t form another word, too preoccupied with the way that San was holding you down, his hot cum filling you up to the brim, to the point that some had to drip down the base of his dick. 

“Ohhhh, god…that’s it…” 

Once San pulled out, Yeosang had already recovered from his own orgasm and picked you up by the waist, effortlessly pulling you into his own lap and immediately replacing San’s cock with his own, growing hard inside you, upon feeling your walls tightening up around his thick length. “It’s my turn, darling.” 

“Oh my god,” was all you could get out, unable to resist the way Yeosang began expertly bucking his hips up into yours, hitting your g-spot almost instantly. “Sir…!” 

“What a good girl you are, taking another cock right after taking mine,” San cooed near your ear, biting the shell of it and slamming his palm into your ass, causing you to cry out. 

“Does that feel good, angel?” Yeosang spoke up, peppering your sensitive neck with kisses, his calloused hands running up and down along the curves of your body, eventually settling on your tits and cupping them. 

“Y-esss, so fucking good…!” You were about to explain how amazing it felt in further detail, but you were silenced when the man’s lips suddenly pressed onto yours, his tongue slipping into your slightly open mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, appreciating how desperate he was to kiss you, to explore your mouth so fervently, as though he had a time limit. 

San moved even closer to the both of you, grabbing the opposite side of your chin and pulling you towards him, breaking the kiss and allowing small ropes of spit to fall from your lips. “Let me have a taste,” he mumbled, pressing his mouth onto yours and kissing you in a more sloppy, but still passionate manner. 

Being stimulated in so many ways at once sent you over the edge, feeling your pussy clenching around Yeosang’s length, just as a large amount of arousal splashed out onto it. “Mmmnnn!” 

“How many times did you cum for us, baby? I bet you can’t even count,” San mused, gently pushing your face away and reaching down in between your heated bodies, rubbing your swollen clit. “Cum again, babydoll, so you can brag about it to your little friends on your social media later.” 

“I…ahhhh….” Your eyes were rolling back into your skull, your head and body pulsing with mind-numbing delight, barely able to keep any sort of grasp on reality.

Yeosang pumped himself into you at such a fast speed, San could barely keep his fingers on your clit, but still managed to play with it long enough that their combined efforts sent you into a fit of pleasure-induced hysteria. 

All you could get out was a string of yeses, while quite a few tears fell down your warm cheeks, hardly noticing when Yeosang wiped them away and pulled out of you, just in time for his cum to land on your chest and abdomen in slow spurts.

Almost passing out, you pulled off of Yeosang and settled in between the two older men, huffing and puffing until the flood of endorphins that had previously rushed to your brain finally mellowed out. 

After a few moments of comfortable silence, San reached for his half-filled glass of scotch and took a small sip of it, then leaned back against the couch, spreading his arms across the top of it. “So, laptop it is, then?” he asked, nudging your thigh with his own. 

You sucked your teeth, shaking your head slightly. “Mm, I’ll take the money. And if we do this again, would you consider tripling the amount if I let you cum inside me as much as you want?” 

San sighed softly, facing you and giving you what could only be described as heart eyes, prior to looking past you at Yeosang, who was too busy sending a proud smile your way. “I think I’m in love,” San admitted, drumming his fingers lightly against the couch. 

Yeosang reached over to you so that he could caress your cheek, earning a small sound of approval from you. “Get in line, pal.” 

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Chapter 2: Time + Place

summary: Thanks to Riri, You get to work with Dr. Udaku for a day, briefly but the moment you share with her is enough for her to linger in your brain all day long. Riri reaps some benefits too.

A/n: I wanted to get to this sooner but I’ve been very sick lmao, but I’m feeling better so I decided to get back in the studio.

8:22 PM

“Yo, Y/N, I think this Jane Doe got a cyst…during the biopsy, Udaku said some shit about the tissue being tender to the touch- Girl are you paying attention?” Riri questions as you snap back to reality.

You have no reason to really be zoned out since you’re both at home. You find a scowl on her face before speaking.

“Yeah, I Heard you,” You grin, earning a smack to your arm.

You don’t know what was in the air last week but Dr. Udaku was somehow more attractive than she’s ever been. Riri was right there with you too but the surgeon’s niceness wasn’t passed around to her.

That may be a lie, you just might be creating this in your mind. She was stern still, but cracking jokes that you thought were funny. Her sternness can be humorous. Riri thought you were tryna kiss-ass but she didn’t say anything. She also knows that the neurosurgeon is definitely your type so whether Dr. Udaku was nice to you or not, she’s already got you in a chokehold.

“We know she’s fine, now can we finish this case up?” Riri asks, taking a bite out of the toast in her hand. CT scans and X-rays as well as reports are sprawled on the coffee table in front of you. This case isn’t hard by any means but the honor of being asked to be on a case by one of the best neurosurgeons there makes you think you’re looking at the president’s brain.

You glance at Riri who’s sitting with her legs spread and elbows on her knees. She’s thinking hard and the messy notepad on her lap speaks volumes.

This case feels like homework to Riri, she’s already decided on her department unlike a lot of your counterparts and you. No one ever decides on a department till the third year of residency. But Riri already knows she wants to do trauma.

You finally take a glance at all the reports. She’s a 30-year-old woman with some sort of cysts. She’s having constant seizures and it’s nothing either of you have ever heard of. Her X-rays show that she has small cysts.

“We should run a spinal tap tomorrow and talk to Dr. Udaku about it,” Riri suggests, every time you hear her name, it makes you want to sigh but you hold back because at the moment Riri’s drilling holes through you with her eyes.

You look at the CT scan and notice a small white spot in all the little cysts. The realization makes you want to throw up.

“Riri.” You call, forcing her to sit up.

“What, Y/N, I swear if it’s about Dr-“ She starts up.

“No, no, look at this.” You insist and she looks just as close as you do. You hold up the two different scans, one is from the evening and the other from the morning on the same day.

The small white dots moved but stayed in the same black holes.

“What am I looking at? Are those fucking parasites?” Riri asks, looking like she’s about to hurl. You check your phone for the name of the condition. Multiple options pop up and you need to narrow it down.

“What was the last thing she ate? Or the area she visited?” You ask Riri as she scans through the papers.

“She’s native to the States and Pork is most likely in her diet, she never mentioned any sort of restrictions when we asked what she’d like to eat, Maybe it’s Neurocysticercosis.” Riri guesses, recalling the conversation she had with the patient yesterday.

You find the name of her condition.

Neurocysticercosis.

infection of the central nervous system and is caused by the pork tapeworm Taenia solium.

“She has Neurocysticercosis.”

“At least we know…but that shit is…just damn,” Riri says and it makes you laugh. She looks uneasy as she closes up the file. Her face twists in disgust almost and you can already tell that she’s picturing it all. It’s gross yes, But you’re barely phased by it.

You watch her get up and rush to the bathroom down the hall. She would be just as crazy as you if Dr. Udaku had looked at you the way she did. Okay, maybe you are actually going a little far. You couldn’t see her lips below the mask but you swear you heard a little laugh escape her mouth.

“Riri, am I crazy?” You wonder as Riri returns while rubbing her stomach. She knows exactly who you’re thinking of.

“Yes, Y/N.”

You toss the notepad next to you at her.

…

9:40 AM

“Neurocysticercosis.” Dr. Udaku's voice gently floats in the air. You don’t know why she isn’t in her scrubs but you aren’t complaining. You and Riri stand in front of her, sweat coating your skin as her eyes skim your files. Her face softens, all the tension in between her brows and along her cheeks, smooth out.

Her office is nice with black and grey decor spread throughout with oak wood accents. Behind her is a huge window that gives her a view of the first floor of the hospital and next to her is a shelf full of all her awards.

Her office is clean and pristine. She’s in a good mood this morning and the fresh smell of coffee fills your nostrils as she raises the cup to her lips.

She’s dressed in purple silk that looks gorgeous on her skin. You’ve been trying not to gawk at the skin of her chest and the gold chains highlighted on it. She stretches briefly, leaning her neck back and you notice the small smirk on Riri’s throat when you swallow a lump in your throat.

“I think you may be correct. Who came to the diagnosis? I’m impressed.” She questions while leaning back in her chair, she stands up from the seat behind her desk.

She raises an eyebrow as she waits for an answer.

“I don’t have all day. I have places to be.”

You’re about to give Riri her well-earned credit before she speaks.

“Y/N did, On her own,” Riri speaks up. You control your facial expression and you notice the smirk on Udaku’s face.

“Well then, Y/N. You’re scrubbing in with me on this case… Dr. Williams-”

“I know I’m in no place to make requests but please put me in the trauma bay.”

“I’ve never heard of an intern volunteering to be in there,” Dr. Udaku sighs but either way she stands in all her glory, black pants smoothing down her legs and heels increasing her height as if she isn’t intimidating enough.

“Sure, Williams. Don’t screw up. Go now. Tell Vision, I sent you there.” She orders and Riri leaves at the speed of light.

Dr. Udaku leans back on her desk and pulls up the sleeves of her silk shirt, revealing black intricate tattoos. You had been able to catch more of it in her navy scrubs and now you wish she were in them.

“When are you going to fix that staring problem, mhm?” She questions. You meet her eyes, they’re soft despite her harsh tone. She grabs at her file and the lab coat on her chair.

“Let’s go.” She murmurs.

…

1:10 PM

The Elevator dings as you and Dr. Udaku squeeze in. You just told the patient her diagnosis, confidently too and you’re sure if Riri were there she’d hype you up as she always does. Or maybe she’d make fun of you for your little crush.

Neither of you expects the elevator to be so full but Dr. Udaku enters first with you right in front of her. So close that you can feel your back pressed against her front. The material of her dress shirt is so thin you can feel the material of her bra beneath it.

Her height is perfect and you feel the skin of her jaw press against your temple. The elevator goes down one floor and one more person enters the elevator, unfortunately squeezing in next to you. You feel her hand on your hip as she maneuvers you back.

You can smell her perfume. She smells sweet like vanilla and you don’t expect it.

“Move back, Dr. L/N.” She commands and before you can say anything your body does the moving for you and as the elevator goes up a couple floors, more people exit it, giving you space to breathe.

When it’s just the two of you left, You hear her speak again.

“You can move now.” She whispers and you swear you hear a chuckle before clearing your throat and moving away from her. The lights flicker and she wraps an arm around you, pulling you back in when the elevator shakes.

The lights flicker again and your breath hitches once the elevator stops, softly dropping as it does.

“Fuck.” You exhale. You’re both stuck and the lights are off. You use your phone as a flashlight and turn around only for Dr. Udaku to groan.

“Turn that off.” She sighs while grabbing at your phone. Despite how hard she acts, her fingers are delicate as they wrap around your wrists, you’re breathing hard and she can feel it beneath her fingers along with your panic.

Anything could happen really and you don’t know if this fucking elevator is going to drop. But Udaku’s demeanor doesn’t help, she’s too calm. You can feel her eyes on you despite being in the dark.

“Calm down, L/N. This happens occasionally, about twice a year, we just have to wait it out.” She soothes.

The lights flicker on again, the buttons light back up inside the elevator and it finally reaches the highest floor.

“I have a conference to attend, All I need for you to do is check up on my patient, alright?” She says softly, you don’t notice that she’s been stroking your arm until she’s gone.

3:50 PM

“And I swear to God, Riri. She wants me.” You spill to a high Riri. Not weed-high of course. She’s extremely high on adrenaline. She nods along, rubbing sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. You’ve both found an empty staircase to meet up at. No one has come by yet and you’re thankful for it.

Riri sits on the stairs below you, leaning back with her elbows by your knees.

“See now you have a reason for the way you act.” Riri jokes. You’ve yet to ask her how the trauma bay has been. You wonder if anything interesting has happened to her and by the way she hasn’t been able to stop laughing at your jokes, it must be a good day.

“So anything with you?” You wonder.

“It’s cool there, Y/N…I- it’s cool.” She hesitates, interrupting herself and holding back with a bite of her lip. You nudge her, wanting her to continue.

“Nah, Y/N. It was nothing.” She mutters, pushing you back. Her break isn’t long. With Udaku being gone, You can pretty much do anything you want. You hear footsteps coming from behind you and they stop right behind you. Retro Jordans show themselves in between the two of you, unscuffed and clean.

“Nice Kicks.” Riri compliments and you look up to find Dr. Vision behind the two of you. She continues walking, a gentle smirk on her face as she glances at Riri.

“Thanks, You doin’ good out there, I want you back out there in four.” Vision orders, her hips swaying as she walks away and you look at Riri’s face, her eyes low and glued to the trauma surgeon’s body.

The only thing that takes her out of it is the slap you deliver to her arm.

“You just checked her out.” You call her out causing a grimace on her face. She shakes her head and knowing you, she won’t even try to deny it.

“I felt the flirtatious vibe.” You kid, but a part of you is serious. Dr. Vision is just naturally flirtatious and you’ve seen it despite only having been here for three weeks. She always has these low-set eyes, and she bats her lashes, smirking and sometimes licking her lips. You’re sure she gets hit on often.

“Whatever, Y/N. I got to go.” Riri will let you know. She’s gone in a matter of seconds and you’re 100 percent positive that the reason why she walks so fast is to see Vivian Vision.

7:01 PM

When you and Riri are walking up the street. You aren’t sure exactly where you are but a light breeze greets you as you both wait for cars to stop to cross the street. Roscoe sits next to Riri, excited to be out.

Work has been over for about an hour and usually both you and Riri are too tired to do anything but today’s been a good day for the both of you despite having not spoken much about it. Plus, You’ve barely been able to walk around the area so you figured you’d join Riri on her walk with Roscoe.

Normally, You want nothing with the dog but over the past couple weeks, he’s warmed up to you and so have you. You watch Riri scroll through her phone before stuffing it into the pocket of her sweats. Her outfit is a sleeveless shirt and loose sweats that she usually wears to the gym but she’s too exhausted to work out today after being in the trauma bay.

“We ain’t too far are we?” She asks. You can’t be, you’ve been keeping track. You’re maybe two blocks away and both of you cross the street once the cars stop.

“No, we’re not.” You answer and the area you’re both walking near is lively, with warm lights everywhere. It’s beautiful in some parts of Illinois that you haven’t been able to pick up till now.

And right now, these warm lights and the gentle breeze remind you of Udaku’s arm wrapped around you in that elevator. You feel that similar pounding in your chest but this time you know it’s not because of anxiety. The complete opposite is tranquility.

You’re so screwed.

@6-noir @goldqueen12 @likemick @h34rtsformilli @thtgirlllmona @euph0ricx0 @xchoxix @writtenbymarie @desswright29 @jordisblogg @imnotb @imjusthere2readbruv @shurisnovia @shurisvibranium @risingoftime @lppriceisright

lmk what y’all think plz and thank you 🩵

#black panther #shuri udaku #riri williams #shuri x reader #Vivheart #Vivian vision x Riri Williams #teach me ss series #ss 🌿🌿

[twistedoverbloat]

Theta is so cute, liked imagine a very human looking android walking around campus and next moment she did that thing that Connor did in Detroit become human and telling them about some ph imbalance to Vil, Rook, and Idia and telling them to eat more meats and some veggies

EAT MORE MEAT AND VEGGIES!!

Theta shouts as she glares at the young adult in front of her.

Vil:

He knows Theta means well but he does try and make his meal plans fit more. He'll probably take some idea's from her since she knows what she's doing. Ortho has said something once. But still he's a model and actor so he has a strict diet. Theta is fighting his agent in a Wendy's parking lot. She wins and they agree on a better diet for him.

Rook:

He blinks and laughs as she went on a rant about the ph imbalance he has. He agrees, tries to eat more plates with meat. When he was in Savanaclaw he ate lot's of meat but the meals changed when he switched dorms. He'll listen and give this idea to Vil.

Idia:

He's shaking as Theta and Ortho team up to make him eat something else than snacks. Cyber is standing behind giving a disappointed mom stare. He does do small pieces of meat and veggies, Theta and Ortho are full on top security looking at his meals he has through out the days. His health actually becomes more better.

#cyber punk yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst idia #twst rook #twst vil #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #idia shroud

[rkistars]

MISSION : LOVE! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

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SYPNOSIS ✷ you were special. you could see people’s love points from your phone. but while a few people romantically loved everyone, you were the only one with 0 love points. and with you getting cheated on by your boyfriend, you are determined to make an alliance with his best friend, jake. will you succeed?

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zero - prologue

It was the start of March and you were going to get snacks at the convenience store with your pajamas.

You always felt like you were always a second choice. But you were convinced that your boyfriend, Ricky was just the way he was.

He wouldn't wait for you even when you were still eating, he wouldn't check up on you when you were hurt. You almost felt like you didn't matter to him.

But scratching those thoughts out of your head, you spot your sister, Somi with Ricky’s best friend, Jake.

Jake made you a bit skeptical. Although Ricky and Jake were always together, you never had a conversation with him.

The only interactions you had were him asking you to hand over something, or asking a question, but that's basically it.

Another reason that made you skeptical, was whenever Ricky did you wrong, Jake would give you a look like he was telling you were pathetic. It infuriated you.

And Somi was your step-sister, she was gorgeous. Blond hair, big hazel eyes, and good grades.

Every guy liked Somi. You couldn't blame them. She’s stunning.

Somi noticing you, she approached you with a sweet smile.

“Buying chips again are you?”

“I can't help it” pouting a bit.

Somi laughed before talking.

“We have to go home soon. It's getting late.”

“Oh! I can walk you home”

“It's fine. Jake is walking me home.” Somi teasingly nudging Jake a bit.

Recognizing the male, you give him a small wave.

But to your surprise, he just looked at you up and down without greeting you back.

Realizing your outfit, you immediately get embarrassed.

“Asshole,” you mumbled.

You noticed the way Jake grinned at Somi. He totally likes her. You've never seen him smiling before.

But well, can't blame the guy.

You did feel happy for Somi tho. Your parents adopted Somi when she was a kid. She had a pretty sad backstory.

Snapping back to reality, you hear her friends laughing at you. Did you zone out that much?

“Hey Jake, you can not be serious!!” the other male cracking up.

Somi introducing you to her friends, you hear Jake and the other male whispering to each other.

“Dude, she's literally in your class..”

“Oh. I think it's the hair that threw me off.”

What a jerk. What the hell is his problem??

And that sums up your impression on Jake.

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“Y/n! Please check the student's homework!”

You counting the notebooks, you notice one missing.

Looking around, you realize who it was.

Jake. Great now you have to go up to him.

“Jake, you need to submit your homework!”

But Jake doesn't move a muscle. Is he pretending to not hear you?!

Walking up to him with the notebooks, you trip hard on the floor. So embarrassing.

What's Jakes problem?

Getting petty, you ignore him and submit all the notebooks to the teachers office.

“Here are the notebooks.”

“Thank you y/n. Place them here.”

Placing the notebooks, you see the door open.

Shit. It's Jake. You kind of feel bad now..

“I-i did ask you but you didn't answer m-”

And Jake just walks past you. Like you were invisible.

He was nice to everyone but you. What have you done to him?

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You had to run three laps around the school because you were late. You hated the stupid rules.

Entering the classroom, you open your locker to see a flip phone? You didn't own a flip phone.

A message popping up, you open it.

——— look at the photo album.

hesitantly opening the photo album, you freeze in shock seeing photos of yourself.

What kind of psycho would do this?!

“Hey, isn't that Jakes phone?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you have that?” Jake taking the phone from your hands.

Confronting him, you take the phone back and open the photo gallery.

“You creep! Why would you take private photos of me?”

“What?” Jake looking unbothered.

“Look!-” Searching for the photos, it disappeared. Great. Now you look crazy.

“I swear-”

“Just give me back my phone.” Jake snatching the phone from your hands again.

Opening your own phone, you see more messages.

——— shh!! Don't tell our little secret ;))

What the fuck?

——— I see your face. Stop it.

Looking around, you immediately run out of the classroom.

Arriving in the bathroom, you get more messages.

—photo..

It was a photo of the keychain you gave to Ricky. In the trash.

Flashback..

“Hey Ricky! I got this for you” smiling excitedly.

“Oh.. Thanks.”

“Isn't this a bit childish tho?”

“Just put it on your backpack!”

Back to reality..

You felt hurt. You bought that keychain with your own money.

Going back to your classroom, the teacher glares at you.

“Y/n, detention.”

Jake taking out his phone, the teacher scolds him too.

“Jake! Detention for you too!”

Geez. Why is luck so harsh to you?

masterlist back next

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#enhypen #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen smau #fluff #enhypen comfort #angst #spotify #heeseung #lee heeseung #jay #park jongseong #jake #sim jaeyun #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunoo #kim sunoo #ni ki #riki #nishimura riki

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

Hug prompts

[ OH MY GOD ] for a hug in response to one muse learning that the other’s still alive.

Bob x pilot!reader where a mission goes a little wrong and someone has to eject out of their plane while the other listens on comms.

This idea reminds me so much of the last few chapters of antidotes and poisons…BUT we must stay focused!!

Bob Floyd x pilot!wife!reader

Bob was a reserved person. Everyone was aware of it. Having trained as a WSO his entire piloting career, he had learned not to overstate. Especially when it came down to his personal life.

He was serving in Lemoore when he got the call from Admiral Cyclone to come back to Top gun. What was more of a surprise was when he found out that you had been ordered to do the same that night.

Not many people knew about your relationship, both of you weren’t in contact with a lot of your fellow graduates from Top Gun but you knew of a few. Some of the names being: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia. They were one of the best being called back. You met all of them in your first day at the Hard Deck. Sat next to Bob as you both quietly sipped on your drinks.

This mission was not going to be an ordinary one.

Turns out it wasn’t an ordinary one. Top gun had called back 14 of its best graduates for a uranium transplant mission. Even Pete “Maverick” Mitchell was called back to train all of you for this.

It was the second week of training that was the most difficult. G-LOC was a terrifying experience for any aviator, especially when death was around the corner.

You sat in the radio room. The rest of the teams dispersed around the room as you all listened to the exercise play out. Phoenix, Bob and Coyote were up for the exercise. Coffin corner, as Mav had called it, was meant to be the extreme hill climb.

So far, no one had made out of it the same. It wasn’t looking any good for your husband that was in the air either.

“bird strike!”

You heard his frantic voice over the radio, leaning forward in the tiny stool, fingers rotating your wedding bad anxiously. The cackling only got louder and all you could hear was your heart pumping through your brain and Mav screaming;

“EJECT EJECT EJECT”

Before you could register anything else, you were on your feet and running to the tarmac. Praying that they were okay.

He landed a couple minuets later, two air ambulances had passed by in that time you were pacing back and forth.

“They’ve taken them to the hospital, they don’t know what is going to happen but they are most likely to be kept overnight.” Maverick greeted you with a small tight lipped smile, a sign of reassurance if anything.

“I can give you the address, if you’d like?” He questioned tentatively, not knowing the depth of your and Bob’s relationship but the fact that you two were close.

“That would be great, captain.”

His eyes landed on the wedding band in your grasp and he was able to put two and two together, handing you the address immediately. But before he could say anything about the situation you were taking off in the direction of your car.

Entering the hospital in a short of breath, you reached the reception desk, handing them the names of your husband and friend.

“May I ask your relationship to the patient?”

“I’m his wife. And Ph-Natasha’s friend.” You clarified.

“Thank you,” she affirmed before typing away on her computer, “they are in room 421, 2nd floor.”

“Thank you so much.”

The elevator took too long for your liking as you shifted on one door to the other. It was then you took notice of the amount of stares you were being give and realised you were still in your flight suit. Your badge and gear still attached. You gave the old lady next to you a small smile as she scrunched her nose the smell of sweat that you were giving off in the stuffy elevator.

You let out a thankful breath as the doors to the second floor opened, running through the corridor to look for their room.

418…419…420…421. Stopping in your tracks, you stood outside his room. The small window giving you a peek of him being examined by a doctor. A wave of fresh tears rolled down your cheeks as you noticed the bandaged and scratches on him.

Reluctantly you opened the door, both men looking in the direction of your intrusion.

“Hello…” you began, stumbling into the room.

“You must be Mrs. Floyd. We were just talking about you.”

“Oh, uhh, is it alright if I come in?” You asked the bearded man. He gave you a reassuring smile before taking a step back, motioning to Bob;

“He is all yours, Ma’am.”

You chuckled, stepping away from the was you let the man take his leave. You and Bob were the only ones left in the room. The only noise that came was from the AC that was mounted on the wall, blowing cold air in the small room causing you to shiver.

You slowly made your way towards him, careful not to trip in your worry. His eyes were glossy as you neared him, glasses long forgotten about on the bedside table as he opened his arms to let you in. He took notice of your tear stained face, he felt guilty about causing you pain, he always did even when it wasn’t his fault.

You clutched onto him for dear life, mindful of avoiding any bandaged areas to not cause him further pain. He tucked your head into his neck, rubbing your back up and down as your sniffles became quiet sobs.

“Oh my god..”

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby. I’m here.”

“I- I thought..you..” you hiccuped, struggling to let out the words but he caught on. Carefully cradling you in his arms as he kissed the side of your head gently.

“I know baby. I’m okay, I’m with you here. You didn’t have to come all the way here, I was going to call you.”

You pulled back from him slightly, not letting go of his sides. Your brows were scrunched in confusion as you looked up at your husband.

“What do you mean you were going to call? In sickness and in health, do you not remember?”

His heart skipped a beat at the reminder of your vows. One he had taken all those years ago, of course he remembers them. But you were in the middle of training and it would have caused suspicion between the squad that you left immediately after.

Regardless, he smiled lovingly at you. Kissing your brows to smooth out the dents of confusion.

“Of course I remember. But…”

Nah uh, no buts. You are okay, that’s all that matters.” You kissed his jaw gently, cupping his cheeks before moving to his lips. They were chapped and rough but regardless you kissed him.

You heart skipped multiple bears in that moment, fireworks blasting their way into your stomach as you kissed him. It never felt tedious to kiss him, he always managed to make it feel like the first time. Causing you to act like a giddy teenager.

You pulled away, resting your forehead against his as you let out a shaky breath.

“Please don’t die on me, okay?”

“As long as you promise to do the same.” He raised his hand to his chest, extending his pinky finger towards you, encouraging you to take it.

You chuckled through your tears, wrapping your pinky finger around his as he shook it up and down before leaning in to kiss you again.

A/n; I apologise for taking so long to respond to all your requests btw. but where can I get a Bob husband??? Thank you so much anon for awaking my need to get a husband like Bob Floyd. 😭😭 Regardless than kyiu so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it?? Let me know what you think (feedback is always appreciated)?🫶🏻🫶🏻

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[motomamita]

Peach.

Pairing: Sub!Eddie Munson x Dom!Female!Reader.

Summary: Under Steve's influence, Eddie wants his girlfriend to fuck his ass. and he gets it!

Warnings: smut, +18, mommy kink, dom/sub, praise kink, safe words, use of a strap on, pegging, rough sex, hair pulling, idk sis.

A/N: Long time no see! I leave you a small gift that has been going around in my head for a long long time.

I was also inspired by a creator of PH. His channel is softxwarm.

Do not copy or translate this!

The rain hadn't stopped since that afternoon and it didn't seem to have any intention of doing so either. The drops fell hard on the roof of the trailer. Inside, the couple was lying on the bed in the dark enjoying the sound from outside and the smell of wet earth that was becoming more and more present.

She kept her eyes closed and breathed slowly while one of her hands stroked Eddie's hair, who was lying with his head on her chest. He hugged her tightly around the torso, keeping as close as possible to the comforting warmth that she emanated. They had been enjoying the afternoon like this for a while in peace. Still, there was something about Eddie that wouldn't leave him alone.

"Love?" He spoke slowly, afraid of waking her.

"Hmm?" she answered.

"I want to talk to you about something…" He swallowed immediately.

"I'm all ears, sweetie."

Eddie took a deep breath and got up from the bed, sitting on it. She widened her eyes at the loss of contact and looked at him intently. He brought his hands to the edges of his oversized baby blue T-shirt and played with it nervously.

"Is everything alright, Eds?" She sat up in bed and leaned her back against the headboard.

"Yeah..." Eddie looked up at her, who gave him a small smile that was just enough to give him the courage to speak. "It's just that the other day that I met with Steve, we were talking about…our sex lives and…"

"and.."

"Billy and he have sex." It was the only thing that came out of his mouth.

She laughed at Eddie's words, who instantly blushed.

"We also have sex." He nodded his head instantly.

"Yes, we do but... They do it differently." She had to bite her lower lip to keep from laughing again at her boyfriend's vague explanation.

"Logically, they are 2 men." She leaned forward and brought one of her hands up to one of Eddie's bare thighs, caressing it. "Tell me what's going through your head." she asked patiently.

Eddie tried to ignore her caresses and formulate once and for all what he really wanted to say.

"I'd like to try what they do. I want you to fuck my ass."

A silence formed in the room saved by the constant sound of the rain falling non-stop. Eddie kept playing with his rings anxiously without looking at her. She stopped moving her hand over his skin but didn't pull away.

"Okay. If that's what you want, fine." She finally spoke with a warm smile on her face. Eddie finally looked up. "You don't have to feel nervous or ashamed to ask to try something new. The idea is that, to try new ways of enjoying yourself, right?"

Eddie quickly nodded his head, calmer at her response. She whispered a 'good boy' and then hugged him warmly placing his head on her chest. He hugged her tightly around the torso again, relaxed not only by the sound of the rain but also by her heartbeat.

...

A week had passed since that talk. The couple was in Munson's room again, only this time he was four on the bed with his ass exposed, ready to be fucked.

The warm-up session had started several minutes ago. She had taken it upon herself to find out and do everything possible to make the experience pleasant and as painless as possible for both of them, especially for him. There were kisses that soon escalated to energetic caresses and groping. Eddie spent much of the time receiving the affections of his partner, who enjoyed every moan and small start that he escaped at the stimuli. Soon Eddie was dressed only in a pink tank top that easily showed off his erect nipples and the way his chest rose and fell rapidly.

"I think you're ready now." She spoke looking closely at the figure of her lover on the bed. "What do you say, baby?" His ass was already dilated enough to receive something bigger than her fingers.

"I'm ready, mommy!" Eddie groaned, looking over his shoulder as she put lube on the dildo.

Days before, they both bought a strap-on following the recommendations of Robin who used hers with her partner Vicky. The size of the dildo was indicated for those who were just beginning to experiment with it, so it was easier to adapt to the sensation.

After lubricating the dildo, she put some of the lubricant on her fingers and gently massaged Eddie's anus. He moaned and rocked his hips back eager to be penetrated for the first time. She positioned herself behind him and made the head of her cock touch his hole.

"Do you remember your safe word?"

"Yeah!" Excited takes over his voice.

"Say it."

"D&D."

She whispered a 'good boy' before slowly entering him. Eddie hugged his stuffed animal that she had given him months before for their anniversary. At first he didn't feel pain, but he did feel discomfort at the intrusion. She placed one of her hands on his back and caressed him on the cloth, giving him support when she noticed that there was much more to enter. Eddie whimpered as the cock inched inside him, massaging his walls and giving him a burn that was both painful and pleasurable.

"Its so big!" he complained, clutching his stuffed animal tighter against his chest.

"I know, baby, I know." She murmured, seeing how his hole got bigger the more he penetrated it. "Almost there, I promise."

"Mommy!" He groaned as he felt the contact of her thighs against his.

They stayed in that position for a few seconds making sure he adjusted to the size. She brought her other hand to his bare cock, which was already hard and dripping from the initial warm-up. Eddie moaned as she slowly jerked him off, paying special attention to his wet, pink head. Involuntarily, he began to move his hips in a slow rhythm but continued, letting the dildo move a little inside him. She took that as a sign and held onto his hips with both hands before starting to move. A sigh escaped from his mouth and a couple of tears appeared on his chocolate eyes.

"How does it feel?" she asked moving in short strokes.

"So good, mommy! It feels so good!" He groaned, closing his eyes and letting himself go.

"Do you like how mommy fucks your ass?" Her voice came out in a lower tone, showing authority over him.

Eddie nodded his head, immersed in total pleasure. Progressively she charged him with greater force and speed, causing their skins to collide and the noise to be heard from outside the trailer. The moans began to escape from Eddie's mouth without him being able to stop them, his only solution was to lower his head and bite his stuffed animal trying to stop his noises. That was not overlooked by her.

"No, no, no, nothing of that, baby. I want to hear how you enjoy my cock in your ass." The girl reached out with one of her hands and grabbed Eddie by the hair, forcing him to drop his stuffed animal.

He whimpered at the force of her grip but did nothing to stop it, it exquisite him. The thrusts didn't stop and neither did their moans, especially Eddie's. She smacked her hand into his ass checks , leaving his skin a pinkish color very close to the color of a peach. With each spank, Eddie's cock bounced against his abdomen, bringing him sparks of pleasure. The dildo slipped in and out of Eddie with ease, caressing his virgin walls roughly and taking him to a level of pleasure he never thought he would experience. She noticed how close he was to her orgasm and decided to help him.

"Now you're going to be able to tell Steve that mommy takes care of your nice tight ass." Eddie groaned in response, the grip on his hair intensifying. "Are you going to tell how good my cock feels in your ass? What a good guy you are to take me whole?"

"Yes! Yes! I'm going to tell him everything, mommy!" Eddie's voice cracked at the end. He was close.

With each thrust, Eddie's cock grazed against the sheets pooled beneath him. His ass tightened around the dildo and his legs began to shake wildly. At that, she released her grip on his hair and brought her hand back to his reddened cock. She masturbate him without ceasing to fuck him and without caring about his whining, until he finished and his semen spread between her hand and the sheets.

Eddie buried his head in his stuffed animal, moaning slightly as his body trembled from his powerful orgasm. She stroked his back again and tried to get out of him carefully, knowing that he was still very sensitive. He stayed in the same position for a few minutes, recovering his breath and even consciousness. Meanwhile, she took off her strap-on and took care of cleaning her hand. After a few moments, she took it upon himself to wipe the cum from Eddie's navel with a towel, as well as the beads of sweat that had accumulated on his forehead and bangs. Afterwards, she lay down on the bed and pulled Eddie with her, laying him on her chest where he managed to completely calm down.

Exhaustion took over him, who little by little began to close his eyes and let himself be carried away by sleep. Before falling asleep, he murmured:

"Thank you, mommy."

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