#but have a button in the middle so you can’t fit ANYTHING

[willowrites]

heyyy so this is a request for colby. i thought that maybe he invited his “friend😉” y/n for a collab on his channel and theyre playing truth or drink and the questions get kinda spicy and he also gets kinda jealous fron some of her answers and stuff and maybe add some crazy smut idk its up to u😙😙

pound town

PAIRINGS. colby brock x fem reader

SUMMARY. amid a no big deal type of video of truth or drink some feelings and needs get mixed...

WARNINGS. drinking! smut, dominant male x sub fem (colby showing his dominant side fr), choking, spanking, rough sex, scratching, oral female!receiving, degradation, dirty talk, praising, unprotected sex (don’t do this!!)...

AUTHORS NOTE. i absolutely LOVED this request!! i usually don’t get a lot of these types of requests so u best believe i tried putting my whole heart and soul into it. hope you enjoyed bae !! SORRY THIS IS SO LATE BTW.

WORD COUNT. 4.9k

as you sat on the couch scrolling on instagram you heard your friend colby’s voice.

“we should do a special kind of Q&A huh?” he was speaking to sam but you still took the liberty to answer.

“how about truth or drink? it’ll still be a q & a. just more fun.” you raised your brows.

they both looked at each other and nodded. “fuck, for once she has a good idea.” colby scoffed.

“oh shut the fuck up dick. i always have good ideas.” you rolled your eyes.

“yeah, that tiny ass skirt not being one of them.” he looked at your outfit.

you had on a basic black fitted shirt which fell just above your belly button. a blue-wash mini skirt with black high-heeled boots that reach just the middle of your shin.

your hair was pin-straight because you straightened it and you had on your usual makeup.

“my outfit is fire you’re just a hater.” you eyed him.

“oh please, you could see your bare ass cheeks in that thing.” he gestured up and down towards your body.

“oh, sad you can’t see more?” you grinned and he immediately left the room.

you shrugged him off waiting for their queue to go to their little filming area.

it was 11:30 when they had started to get things ready. you headed towards the filming area and sat down on the couch.

“guys sorry i have to go. my friend just texted and told me it’s an emergency.” sam was panicking and you could tell. “maybe you can do this for your personal channel colby, but i gotta go. have fun.” he was quick to say bye and headed out towards the door.

you hoped everything with sam was okay but all you thought about after he left was how it was just you and colby and how you were bound to get heated.

“for fucks sake,” you whispered to yourself.

“don’t act so excited.” colby randomly appeared. you had no idea where he came from. he was carrying a bottle of tequila and plastic shot cups. “you ready?”

“i guess.” you fake yawned.

colby clicked on the camera making it start clicking.

“it’s counting down to ten then it’ll record. just in case you’re too stupid to realize.” he snickered after his rude remark.

“i know you fuckface.” you sneered.

you and colby always had this love-hate friendship. of course, it wasn’t real but it was just more interesting to be mean to each other. you both got the memo and never got mad about anything you guys have said to each other.

in the midst of your friendship, you found yourself finding colby more attractive by the day. you didn’t give yourself the time of day to really think or dwell but in the back of your mind, you knew you had just the tiniest bit of feelings for him.

were they as tiny as your little brain thought though?

“what’s up, guys! it’s colby brock here and welcome back to my channel! today we’re going to get…fucked!” he says to the camera. “i haven’t done one of these in a loooong time. oh shit…by the way guys this is y/n!” he pretends to shrug then grins.

“wow thank you so much for the introduction colby, hi guys!” you smile. you weren’t usually on colby’s channel so you wanted to make a good impression all the time.

“of course.” he fake smiles. “alright! you guys already know what this video is based on the title. view discretion is advised…if you do not have 21! don’t drink.” you both paused. “why’d i say that so weirdly.” he cringed.

“because you’re odd.” you stated. “what he means is if you are underage obviously don’t drink.”

“yeah, what she said. now i posted a little instagram story thingy asking you guys to ask us truth or dare questions but we are cutting out the dares and doing drinks!” he rubs his hands together. “so let’s get started”

he brought out his phone scrolling through it. “i’m so not prepared for the hangover i will endure tomorrow.” you groaned leaning back on the couch.

“me too, i haven’t drunk in like 3 days.” he wiped his forehead playfully.

“wow colby that must be a new record for you.” you patted his back.

“oh fuck off. here you read the questions.” he rolled his eyes passing the phone to you. “alright guys, the first question let’s get it.”

you were biting your cheek as you carefully skimmed the question. “woah! starting off strong huh. alright…what’s the worst ‘doing the dirty’ experience you’ve had.”

his eyes widened. “starting off very strong.” he laughed. “wow…um”

you thought about it. there were quite a few. “are you going to answer this?”

“yeah! i’m gonna…m gonna answer it.” he leaned back on the couch. “just uh..one time i had a female use a lot of teeth. and it hurt.”

you winced at that and giggled a bit. “yikes that’s uh…”

“yeah yeah it was really awkward and i just..yeah we never talked again.” he looked down in fake shame. “what about you. you going to answer?”

“yeah for sure um…well i’m not going to name names but this one guy i was with …let’s just say he didn't have the best hygiene and well it smelled so bad i genuinely had to leave.” you laughed painfully.

“that is so nasty y/n oh my god.” colby covers his face.

“you’re telling me! i wanted to die then and there. somehow i was the embarrassed one.” you covered your face.

“jeez alright alright well i am soooo sorry about that.” he chuckled.

he wasn’t sorry.

“next question!” he fake demanded.

“okay, which one of you has the better style?” you spoke.

“oooo that is a hard question…” colby pretended to think. “me!”

“oh that’s such a fat lie!” your tone playful but offended. “i have a much better style than you!”

“liar liar!” he sang.

“oh, whatever i’m better and you know it. next question.”

as you both bantered and went through questions some you drank some you answered you felt the alcohol hit you after three shots.

your brain went fuzzy and your actions became more free.

you looked at colby throughout your time and he got increasingly hot. you didn’t know if it was you or the alcohol but you wanted to jump his bones.

“colby why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?” your eyes widened on that one as soon as you said it.

you’ve never really been in colby’s room. only once to use the restroom so you never really looked around.

you turned to him and his eyes were wide and his face turned red.

“what the fuck.” he laughed in disbelief. “umm…why? i mean…?” he grabbed the bottle of tequila ready to go.

“no come on answer it!” you wanted to get it out of him even though you clearly knew why. “were they props for a video?”

“no.” he stated. then he got ready to put the bottle back. “you know what i use them for personal fun alright.”

“what the fuck does that even mean? personal fun?” you questioned, confusion written on your face.

“that should answer the question right?” he nods to himself while you’re shaking your head.

“no no, you need to go a little bit more in-depth with it.” you have a smug look on your face.

“oh my god, i’m getting embarrassed.” he smiles awkwardly at me and then at the camera.

“then go ahead and drink.” you raise your brows trying to use reverse psychology to make him spill…and it works.

“i’ve used them for sexual fun.” he says while about to pour the shot. “that counts right.”

you thought about it, your stomach doing loops. “fine.” you roll your eyes.

“ha ha…” he rubs his hands together. “next question.”

you scroll through and find the perfect one.

“ñame two dirty kinks that you have.” colby’s face as you read the question was filled with surprise.

“jeez…oh my god. sorry…m-mom.” he apologized.

“oh so you’re gonna answer?” you squinted your eyes in intimidation.

“w-what. you know what now i’m not.” he scoffed and picked up the bottle. he poured half the shot when you interrupted.

“you already said one!” you shrugged.

“oh so that counts?” he questioned.

“mhm.” you hummed waiting for his second response.

“ummm…” he paused putting his hand out in front of him and leaning against his knee. “i like to be dominant. alright, there we go.”

your eyes widened. even though you could tell what kind of guy colby was in the bedroom, it was more effective as he said it right in front of the camera not being afraid to express it.

“oh wow…” you said slowly. “not surprised.”

“oh really? now you have to answer.” he waits.

“mmm, or i could drink.” you snicker grabbing the bottle from his hands.

“nuh uh, cmonnnn…” he tries to convince you.

“oh my god ugh.” you whine. “fine, um…i like to be …praised?” you questioned.

“wow…a very good one. mhm…” his gaze on you was strong. you felt so small under his stare. “one more…” he says softly.

“and iliketobechoked.” you muttered as quick as you could.

“you what now? sorry i didn’t hear you! doesn’t count.” he fake frowns.

“oh my god. i like to be choked.” you sternly let out. “moving on!” you raised your voice trying to distract yourself.

little did you know, for the rest of the video colby was thinking of you in that position and his mind ran through all the other times you could’ve been with someone else.

he was envious.

envious of people who got to pleasure you and who got pleasured by you.

as the time went on you both got more drunk. you were a bit tipsy but thanks to your genius plan of just telling the truth the alcohol barely affected you.

same with colby, after that he realized he really had nothing to hide.

“okay well that’s it you guys thank you for watching…and thank you y/n for joining. ” as he was talking to the camera you were analyzing him. his perfect face. his jawline. your eyes trailed down to his hands.

you felt you dampen your underwear.

you felt embarrassed at the fact that he was able to make you feel these things so easily.

“of course it was fun! i definitely learned a lot more about you.” you laughed.

“yes, same here…” he paused and squinted at you. “but anyways i will see you guys next time!”

he ended the video and there was just silence.

“how tipsy are you?” he asked.

“considering ive told the truth more times than i took a drink, i’m sober.” you snickered. “you?”

“not at all,” he spoke. his tone is not something you’ve heard before.

“i’ll be right back im going to use the restroom.” you got nervous under his gaze.

you scurried off to the restroom looking yourself in the mirror. you made sure to fix anything about yourself and reapplied your lip product.

you then adjusted your skirt so that it was in a higher position. you didn’t know what possessed you to act so teasing but you did.

after you were done, you walked out confidently heading back to the main room.

“in here!” colby shouted his voice heard from the hall leading towards the den.

what you loved about sam and colby’s house was that it was always cozy. it wasn’t like a big celebrity mansion you always felt at home here.

to explain the sudden thought in your head, as you walked into the den there was a massive L-shaped couch that was basically a big bed. there were detachable seats where you could just slide them wherever to maximize the space.

the huge window on one side of the room looking out to darkness but covered with curtains that had fairy lights draped. the colors red.

then a fireplace with a large flat-screen TV above it. some plants scattered around too which also pleased your eyes.

“wanna watch a movie?” he was manspreading making you want to squeeze your thighs together.

“uh..thought you’d want me gone by now.” you playfully spat one hand on your hip and the other on your thigh playing with the end of your skirt.

you were never really flirty but maybe you’ll admit the alcohol is affecting you more than you mentioned.

“mmmm, see i would kick you out because being home alone is depressing. sam won’t be back until tomorrow he just texted.” he was looking down at his phone but then put it to the side and rested his gaze on you.

you were still in the door frame which was quite wide so you were being illuminated by the light behind you.

“turn the light off and come over here,” he spoke softly. you couldn’t tell but when you turned around to shut the switch off he admired how you looked in your outfit.

he was throwing a fit earlier because he was jealous he wouldn’t be the only one seeing it. he wanted to be the one to take it off too.

something you also didn’t know was that he was jealous. jealous that you’ve been with other people but not with him. he wanted to be the one who kissed you and loved up on you. he wanted to choke you while he fucked you at a relentless pace.

and he too, was more tipsy than he’d like to admit.

you made your way back once you switched off the light; the only thing illuminating the room was the flatscreen TV.

you sat on the opposite side of the couch starting to get nervous.

“you act like i’m going to do something to you.” colby chuckled his arm resting on the back of the couch. he looks so good, you thought to yourself.

you wanted him to do something to you.

“i’m just getting comfortable.” you settled on the couch and somehow some way the skirt barely covered your underwear.

colby looked and noticed which had him visibly become hard.

you didn’t notice because you were focused on his ring-clad hands and how they’d feel inside you.

you looked away to then look at the TV and see what he was putting on to watch.

“so what we are watching?” you questioned fiddling with your hair.

“mmm” he started to speak distracted by your thighs and how they’d look around his head while he…you know. “what do you feel like?”

“hmm, i’m not sure how long are you planning on keeping me around?” you look at him.

as your gazes met your stomach churned and you squeezed your thighs tighter.

there was pure lust in his eyes. you felt like he could kill you with his glare. he fiddled with his ring causing you to gulp.

“why do you look nervous?” he said disregarding your question.

“i’m not…” you denied. “you’re the one who looks nervous.” lie.

“how so?” he said starting to get up.

your eyes didn’t leave his body as he stood up to turn on the fireplace. he then came towards you. you froze heart beating out of your chest.

“what’s wrong?” he pouted. “stand up.”

what the fuck was going on.

you were confused but still followed his orders.

“how are you not cold in this tiny ass skirt.” he played with the end of it.

you lifted your head to meet his eyes trying to keep your composure.

“last time i checked im not outside.” you scoffed rolling your eyes at his comment.

“mmm, i turned on the fireplace because i thought you’d be a bit chilly. aren’t i a nice friend?” he grinned his hand making its way to your shoulder brushing the hair away. his touch sent chills down your body you couldn’t control.

“friend is an overstatement,” you whispered. he was now a centimeter away from you. his hand made its way behind your neck and caressed softly.

“not friends? funny.” he humorlessly laughed now playing with your hair. “you love my company.”

“do not.” you snort. he grinned knowingly stepping closer toward you. you were close to stumbling back onto the couch but kept your balance.

“then why are you so nervous? you’re shivering but you’re not cold…you get chills every time i touch you. you love my company.” he called you out. you were stunned to speak. what did you have to say to that? “and you love my touch.” he stepped even closer this time causing you to fall back onto the couch. you sat up in a sitting position looking up at him.

he knelt down meeting your eyes. “look at you in this skirt.” his right hand trailing down your thigh and the other on the couch. “do you have any idea how good you look? and how pissed the fuck off i was to see you wearing it not just for me?”

you had no idea where this behavior came from but it was turning you on.

your breathing became heavier as his hand trailed closer to your sex. “dressed like a slut to get who’s attention?” his demeanor changed but you could tell it wasn’t serious, even then it was still turning you on.

“certainly not for you.” you felt breathless.

“the way that your legs just opened at my touch; i'd say it was.” he bit his lip a little bit. “just ask and i’ll touch you, baby.”

his teasing had you wanting to drop to your knees.

you placed your hand protectively at the end of your skirt. “touch me? you think you can make me feel good?” you challenged.

“find out.” he replied tapping your knee. “cmon, open up.”

as if you were hypnotized your legs spread giving room for colby hands to go further.

“good girl.” all that he was able to see was your lacy black lingerie, he pressed the back of his palm right on top of your clothed clit. “ironic how you’re this wet but seem to despise me.”

he’s more harsh with his touch pressing firmly focusing on your clit rather than where you’re most damp. your face contorts as you’re experiencing the smallest bit of pleasure.

“fuck, just wanna taste you so bad. you have no idea how fucking long I've wanted to wrap my lips around your sweet pussy.’ he groaned rubbing back and forth on your sensitive area.

so the dirty talk has begun…

your legs spread further apart granting him more access.

“all needy, go on beg for it.” he pulls his hand away from your sex setting both on top of either of your thighs.

the pleasure you were just receiving seemed to have wiped your memory from all the previous comments he's made because you find yourself begging for his touch.

“touch me please,” you whine trying to grab his hand and bring it toward where you were aching the most.

“look at you, being such a needy whore.” he spat all of a sudden pulling you by your legs closer to him so that your legs were wrapping around his waist. “you sure you wanna start this baby? i don't know if you can handle it.” he egotistically chuckles.

his comment sparked something up in your brain.

your past relationships have been slightly rough in the bedroom but not to the point where you were fully satisfied. you found that you like it when you're belittled or manhandled, it turns you on like nothing else does. you enjoyed being choked and spanked and having your hair pulled. just imagining all the hints colby would do to you had you pulling colby by his shirt and connecting your lips.

immediately he took control grabbing you by your neck just the way you liked it. he slipped his tongue in your mouth swiftly dominating the kiss and his other hand pulled you closer to him, your pussy and his cock only being separated by a few pieces of clothing.

after a few more seconds of your heated make-out session, he pulled away placing the hand that was choking you on your chin and dominantly looking down at you. it was a few seconds before he spoke, “so fucking beautiful.” he said, aggressively connecting your lips one more time before picking you up, your legs still around his waist.

with no more words, he walked out of the den, through the halls, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. he tossed you on the bed then turned around and slammed the door shut locking it.

“gonna let me make you feel good?” he questioned quickly scanning you up and down. you both had lust unmistakably written on your faces.

you leaned up on your elbows looking down and noticing his prominent bulge signaling he was enjoying this as much as you were. “mhm” you hummed wanting to continue as quick as possible.

“good.” he quickly replied before taking off his black shirt in milliseconds revealing his rose tattoo. he then followed by taking off his belt and his pants, his muscles completely visible to you.

while he was doing that you went again and removed your boots while admiring the way his body moved and how it looked. the way he was moving had you wanting to suck him dry. “you're cute when you stare.” he mentioned before making his way onto the bed and pulling you by your legs toward him causing you to lie down on your back.

you moved the hair out of your face to get a better look at him. “can i take this off?” he toyed with your mini skirt. instead of replying you took the skirt off yourself; as well as your top revealing the lacy bra under.

“god, look at you.” he groaned feeling you up and down admiring you. admiring the way you looked in your lingerie on his bed. he’s been wanting to be in this position for so long so you best believed he would savor the feeling.

the way he was looking at you made you feel so good.

“gonna make you feel so fucking good.” he climbed on top of you connecting your lips once more before pulling away. “gonna let me touch you?”

your hands made their way to his hair tugging on it. “yes.” you panted.

he chuckled and pulled down your underwear so that you were bare. your legs immediately spread welcoming his hands to do whatever they wanted.

“wanna taste you. let me taste you.” he managed to slowly make his way to the edge of his bed right in front of your wet pussy. “so pretty. you can tell me to stop whenever okay?” his pointer finger dragged along your folds receiving a gasp from your lips.

“i will but please colby, want your tongue so bad.” you whined, your right hand gripping his hair while the other gripped his bed sheets.

it was like he didn’t need any more reassurance before he latched his lips onto your clit sucking harshly. surprised by his antics your head lunged forward in surprise.

“oh fuck.” you groaned tugging on his hair earning a moan from him.

“do that again come on. you want more?” the animalistic sounds he was making while slurping up your juices had you getting closer and closer to your release.

you repeatedly whined ‘yes’ so desperately wanting his mouth to keep pleasuring you.

his tongue was moving so fast you couldn’t keep up. you were so sensitive you had tried pushing his head away but this only caused him to grip your thighs harder.

"cmon baby, you can take it." you looked down to see a smirk on his face. 'mmm' he hummed, he went from a slow pace to a fast pace but regardless you were nearly there. you felt it.

you were getting so close you forced yourself to let go of his head and brought your hands up to your breasts playing with your nipples.

your breaths became short showing colby you were almost there. he pulled you impossibly closer sucking on your clit; his actions succeeding as it caused your orgasm to crash into you. "fuck fuck fuck" you came on his tongue.

you were screaming because of how sensitive you were and how he didn't stop the pace of his tongue on your sensitive clit.

he finally pulled away giving you time to breath. you felt as if you were in another dimension.

"holy fuck you tasted so good." he crawled up your body as you lay there trying to catch your breath. "come here" he spoke connecting your lips.

even though that orgasm nearly had you tired for the night, it didn't satisfy the need you felt for his cock.

your hand went ahead and groped his print; boxers were the only thing separating his skin from yours.

he spasmed as you started palming him slowly.

"want my cock?" he whispered against the skin of your chest as he sucked lovebites all across.

"so bad" you begged. "want you in me now" your sentences were short and straight to the point.

no time to waste. you thought.

"don't worry baby, i got you." his hand went towards his bedside table looking for a condom you assumed.

"im on birth control and clean if that matters. with or without I don't mind. just need you so bad." you stopped walking him so he could make up his mind and think clearly.

"wow, im that special?" he joked which earned a eye roll from you.

"oh please, you wish." you stated.

after your comment which colby wasn't fond of, he kissed you.

his tongue delved in through your lips completely dominating you and a second later you felt him push all the way inside you.

to say you lost your breath would be an understatement. you wouldn't say this out loud but he was huge. he completely took your breath away and he didn't allow you to catch it as he pulled out and then slammed back into you.

"i wish?" he asked still relentlessly pounding into you. he groaned and spoke again. "look at you. you're telling me i’m not special when i have you fucked dumb here in my house, in my room, and in my bed?" he laughed in disbelief.

you wanted to speak and tell him off. you wanted to say something, anything but nothing came to your mind; not that you'd be able to say it anyway.

all that came from your mouth were moans from how pleasured you were feeling.

your orgasm was coming faster than you thought. your hands were scratching at colbys back trying to hold onto anything.

your hand scratched down for the first time on his back earning a full groan from him. "god feels so fucking good." as he continued pounding into you, his right hand made its way to your throat.

fuck yes.

"you like to be choked?" he asked obviously not looking for an answer. "yeah? i’m the only fucking person who'll have you feeling this good. no one else. do you understand me?"

you had tried to respond but your brain couldn't move fast enough. apparently, colby would get it out of you.

when you didn't respond he pulled out and flipped you over, ass up. he then pushed into you once again slamming into you over and over again.

you felt a hard smack on your ass. it hurt but it hurt so good. you felt tears stinging your eyes.

"i said do you understand me?" both hands were on your hips for support so that it didn't mess up his rhythm. your face was in the pillow so he didn't hear your response.

he then pulled your back to his chest still inside you and wrapped his hand around your neck once more.

"oh y/n? fucked you so good you can't speak?" confidence laced in his tone. "i said, do you understand that i am the only one to make you feel this good?"

"yes yes yes!" your words finally slipped out of your lips.

"good girl." he praised you pushing you back down so he could continue ramming into you. "fuck m'gonna come"

those words had you coming whether you liked it or not. "I'm coming oh fuck" you gripped the bed sheets.

"mhm, that's my girl." colby moaned, his rhythm interrupted by his own orgasm.

he still had the strength to ride you both through your orgasm.

as you both were coming down from your high you heard a door slam downstairs.

"what the fuck was that?" you gasped.

colby's dick was still in fact inside you so you had nowhere to go.

all colby did was throw his black silk sheets over both of your bodies.

"colby?" you heard sam downstairs.

"i guess he didn't end up staying?" colby said confused. "fuck, he's such a cock block."

"who said we were going to keep going?" you asked knowing damn well you wouldn't turn him down.

colby eyed you, connected your lips chastely, then pulled out of you getting off the bed and slipping his boxers on.

"ill be right back," he whispered.

as he walked away you couldn't help but hope that this wouldn't be just a one-night stand.

#✮ ⋆˙ 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 #colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock smut #colby x reader #sam and colby #sam and colby imagine #sam and colby smut #colby brock x reader

[bruisedboys]

STAR TRIPPING, blurbs ─── send in a character + a prompt from the lists above and I’ll write you a blurb!

❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜ + miguel o’hara

hiii angel! thank you sm for the request, I cheated again and changed the dialogue a bit just to fit his character more!! love you xxx

miguel o’hara x gn!spider-person!reader, fluff, ditzy!reader, miguel being a grumpy worrywart tbh

You’ve messed up on a mission more times than you can count. You’re clumsy, you’re a bit on the uncoordinated side despite being a spider-person. And Miguel talking in your ear every five seconds makes you flustered. He’s got a nice voice, rough around the edges but smooth and velvety where it counts. And he’s never on anyone’s case as much as he is on yours, so every time he utters a command into your earpiece or tells you to watch out for a falling piece of building you almost trip on your own feet.

After yet another mission where all you did was get in the way, you make your way defeatedly to Miguel’s lab for a post-mission briefing. You know for sure he’s gonna bring up the fact that you stopped to tie your shoes in the middle of a fight, and he’s definitely gonna mention how unprofessional and dangerous that was. But listen, having untied shoelaces is a danger in itself. Especially when you’re the type of person to trip on tied shoelaces.

Miguel’s back is to you when you enter his lab, orange and blue holographic screens projected in front of him and around him. You don’t get to glimpse what he’s watching because he swipes it away with one hand as soon as you’re close enough to see, the screen disappearing into thin air like magic.

“Hi, Miguel,” you sing, as charmingly as you can, hoping to get out of a scolding.

Miguel sighs audibly, like your very existence irks him. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Uh, oh-kay, you don’t sound happy to see me,” you say, mocking offence.

Miguel turns to face you. He’s extraordinarily handsome, even when he’s scowling like he is now. The urge to push your thumb between his brows and smooth out the grumpy wrinkle there grows stronger every day.

“You’re right, I’m not,” he agrees, completely stoic. “Who ties their shoelaces in the middle of a fight?”

You huff. “Uh, me? You know I could’ve tripped on them, right?”

“Why d’you even wear shoes in the first place? They just get in the way.”

You roll your eyes and skip over to his desk, ignoring his question and instead entertaining yourself by going through the stuff on his desk. He’s not messy but he doesn’t necessarily keep it organised — there’s papers and gadgets and devices all over it just begging to be dug through. “You’re so grouchy.”

“You’re so careless. Don’t touch that.”

You pull your hand away from the important looking device with about a million buttons on it that you were about to pick up, giggling to yourself. It’s fun, annoying him. He’s all bark and no bite, especially when it comes to you. Maybe only when it comes to you. He’ll gladly let you know how much of a nuisance you are but never seems to actually do anything about it. Peter B. says it’s because he’s deeply in love with you. You say he’s just a big softie at heart.

“Look, Y/N,” Miguel says, and you know he’s about to go on one of his telling-offs. You can feel his eyes burning into you as you sit in his spinning desk chair and sway it side to side, the toes of your shoes skimming over the floor. “You can’t be so careless. It’s stupid. You’re gonna get yourself killed one of these days.”

“Yeah, right. Death by shoelace,” you murmur to your shoes.

Miguel groans loudly. You look up at him. He’s turned away from you, pinching his nose with his head ducked, mumbling to himself what sounds suspiciously like curse words in Spanish. Even though you can’t understand what he’s saying, you can tell by the tense in his shoulders that he really is annoyed, not just fake annoyed like he usually is with you.

You mull it over in your brain. You could either one, deny you made a mistake, probably annoying him further and getting yourself kicked out of his office, or two, admit you messed up, which would hopefully get him to stop being so grumpy for once, and you can stay here as long as you please. You sigh and decide to admit defeat.

“Miguel?” You say into the silence, sweet as you can.

“What?” He snaps, still with his back to you.

“I’m sorry for tying my shoe in the middle of a fight. It was dumb. And I’m sorry for … getting in the way all the time.” You hop up off your seat and walk towards him, hoping he’ll turn at your approaching footsteps. When he doesn’t, you add, “Would you look at me? I’m trying to apologise here.”

Miguel turns around then, swivelling on his heel to face you. You’re close, close enough that you could reach out and touch his abdomen, his chest. You don’t, though you’d like to. Instead you give him a soft smile and your best I’m sorry eyes.

“I’m really sorry,” you say sincerely. “I’ll try to be more careful next time.”

Miguel stares at you, completely stoic apart from his eyes, which are significantly softer than usual. His frown stays put but his eyes go all melty, like they’ve been glazed with honey, and the furrow in his brows softens just slightly. He looks like he wants to say something. He opens his mouth, changes his mind and closes it, then opens it again.

“Are you giving me puppy dog eyes?” He asks, raising his eyebrows. “‘Cos that’s not gonna work on me.

“I’m not giving you puppy dog eyes,” you argue, even though you totally are. “I’m trying to say sorry.”

“Well, you’re forgiven,” Miguel says abruptly, shrugging his shoulders. “Just … please try to be more careful.”

You think he’s done with you until he reaches out and presses his thumb to your jaw in what you think is a show of affection, the pad of his thumb sliding down the length of your jaw, then a brush of the back of his fingers under your chin, a trail of burning hot stars left in his wake. You think your whole face might be on fire, but it’s over as soon as it starts, and Miguel goes right back to scowling. “And stop looking at me like that.”

He drops his hand and turns away from you abruptly, pulling up a holographic screen with a list of anomalies yet to be caught. You don’t comment on the implication that his last sentence has made — that your I’m sorry eyes really had been working quite well on him — but instead spend the next five minutes in a shocked sort of silence, the weight of his touch still present on your now burning face.

#★ mal writes! #⟡ 4k celebration! #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara drabble #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara blurb #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara fanfic #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x y/n #miguel atsv #atsv x reader #atsv miguel x reader

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 2 — Playing In The Snow

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 800

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, very mild Smut — mild explicit content.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Advent Calendar Masterlist

It was a meticulous task, a delicate construction of precise measurements as you and Bucky rolled lumps of snow to create the ideal snowman. Each piece had to be just right, perfectly fitting to form the flawless figure.

Along with the engineering-like consultation, there was abundant laughter, joy, and love shared between you and Bucky as you had fun in the snow.

“I think the bottom piece is done,” you declared, brushing off excess snow from the perfectly rounded shape.

“Help me with the middle piece, doll.”

Although Bucky was more than capable of placing the second piece on top, building the snowman was a joint effort. So you joined forces, lifting it onto the base.

“And now, for the head.” Bucky hoisted the final snowball from the ground and handed it to you. “Would you do the honors, doll?”

With Bucky standing behind you, guiding your hands to ensure precision, you carefully positioned the head, completing the sculpture. The snowman’s height nearly matched your own, a testament to the grandness of your craftsmanship.

“Now, for the finishing touches,” you exclaimed excitedly, detailing the face with coal eyes, a mouth, and a carrot for a nose. Bucky speared sticks into the sides, resembling arms, and placed three small stones as buttons in a perfect line down the middle.

The last additions were the hat and scarf, which Bucky left you to complete. He watched with admiration as you worked, appreciating your childlike joy as the snowman took on a personality and style of its own.

It was finished.

“We did a good job,” Bucky muttered against your frosty cheek, his arms encircling your waist.

“We sure did, babe,” you hummed, leaning into him, securing your arms around his in a shared appreciation of your handiwork.

This moment was more than just the creation of a snowman; it symbolized the safety and love you felt with Bucky. It was an assurance that you could be carefree and childlike with him, free from judgment, and he trusted you similarly.

Together, you could do anything, no matter how childish or silly, as long as it was with him. With Bucky, everything felt right.

Like right now, you didn’t mind being two grown adults playing in the snow like giddy children.

The serene moment came to an end when Bucky pulled you closer, and you both tumbled into the snow. You shrieked as you landed beside him. The plump snow and layers of clothing softened the fall.

“What are you doing, Bucky?” you chuckled as he drew you closer to his bundled body, his nose nuzzling yours as you lay in the snow.

“Can’t a man kiss his perfect girl while they lay in the snow?” he mumbled, grazing your lips with his, electrifying you with his touch and words.

With a soft moan, you rolled on top of him, kissing him passionately, longing for the feel of his warm tongue against yours. Your hands moved against his clothed torso, desiring the removal of clothing for a more intimate touch. Done were you with playfulness; you wanted Bucky to ravish you passionately in the snow.

A deep, playful chuckle rumbled in Bucky’s throat as he shifted positions, pinning your lower body down with his hips and securing both your hands above your head with one of his own. He was singing your body alive, and the wickedness in his eyes showed that he shared your desire for something naughtier.

“You know what I want, doll?” he whispered in your ear with his deep voice, causing you to arch your hips towards his.

“W-what?”

“I. Want, To.” With each word, he drew nearer your face, and you were sure he was about to claim your lips.

“HAVE A SNOWBALL FIGHT!”

Your beloved boyfriend smashed a handful of snow in your face, leaving you gasping in disbelief.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!”

Bucky quickly leaped away from you, seeking cover from the retaliation he knew was coming.

“You’re a dead man walking, Barnes!” you declared as you got to your knees, brushing the snow from your face and crafting your snowball, ready for revenge.

“I don’t care that you’re a Super Soldier. I’m gonna end you, babe!” You rose to your feet, ready for the impending battle.

“Bring it, doll. Show me what you’ve got,” Bucky taunted, holding a snowball of his own, a knowing smirk on his face, anticipating the epic battle ahead.

As the first snowball flew, your laughter filled the air, and joyful shouts and delighted shrieks rang out as the snowy world around you transformed into a battleground for your playful rivalry. Once again, your heart was content, knowing you could be carefree with Bucky—your best friend, your lover, and sometimes, an annoying pain in the ass.

Feedback through a comment is highly appreciated! Or let me know through an anonymous ask if that feels more comfortable. As well as a reblog to share my work with other people!

I don’t do taglists so please follow @bucky-barnes-diaries-library and turn on notifications to never miss out on my writing!

#advent calendar #tfatws!bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan one shot #marvel #marvel x reader

[kryptonitejelly]

I should be asleep, but I'm not. So here I am humbling asking for anything Dad!Flyboy Jake. 🥰

this (as has everything else) has been in my ask box was way too long. this was inspired by a video i saw (which i have lost the link to). i can 100% see this happening. flyboy but can be read as a standalone.

-

You aren’t sure what you have walked into.

“No, I’m Dad.”

“No! Jake.”

“No, I’m Dad to you.”

“Nooo! Jake.”

You shut the car door on the passengers side, before you turn to look at the stand off that is currently ongoing. Jake in the drivers seat, his body turned and angled back to stare at your youngest daughter. She has her hands crossed over her chest, bottom lip turned out in a stubborn pout, brows furrowed over those famous Seresin green eyes, expression accusatory.

“I don’t know who told you that sweetheart, but I’m Dad to you.”

“No, not Dad.”

“I am Dad.”

You have to bite down on your bottom lip to stop the laughter that threatens to bubble over. After a few kids, you knew better - laughing would make something stick even more; and judging by the look of shock, hurt and bewilderment on Jake’s face, this was something he did not want sticking.

“JAKE,” the little roar from the backseat has you digging your fingers into your jeans to prevent you from bursting out into a fit of giggles.

“Dad,” Jake insists back exasperated, voice louder but with no threat or malice.

You meet his eyes and he looks at you, almost pleading.

“How do I deal with this,” he murmurs in a low tone just for your ears only.

“Ignore it, she’ll grow out of it,” you mumble back quietly but loud enough for Jake to hear, in the way only experienced parents can. Truth to be told, you had no idea - this wasn’t something you had experienced with your older kids.

“I can’t believe she government named me,” Jake says again, as he turns back to face the front, hands working to strap himself into his seat. He hazards a glance into the rear view mirror to spot his youngest still pouting, staring daggers into the back of his head. He bites back a sigh - this was, without a doubt, the sweetest and yet the feistiest of the brood - and that was saying a lot.

You offer Jake a smile, before reaching over to rub a thumb against his cheek, your fingers scratching the side of his hair gently.

“I’ll call you Daddy,” you say into his ear as you lean over the middle console to plant a kiss on the side of his face.

“Never stop,” Jake says back, turning his head to catch your lips in a quick kiss before giving you a quick wink, with the hint of a leer.

“Car move, Jake,” the little petulant voice comes again from the backseat.

“Dad will move the car,” he says back loudly, before reaching forward to press the ignition button. You shake your head ruefully before leaning back in your seat and pushing your sunglasses down to shade your eyes. Seresins.

#flyboy #flyboy universe #flyboy jake #flyboy drabble #flyboy ideas #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin fic #jake seresin fanfic #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x y/n #hangman #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman fic #hangman fanfic #hangman imagine #jake hangan seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin fic #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman seresin fic #hangman seresin #top gun maverick #tgm #tgm fic #tgm imagine #top gun #not cm

[vmpiires]

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

„𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑?”

CW;; general content. afab!reader, no sex, all fluff and the cute stuff. teen!geto, teen!gojo, no uses of y/n. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.88K

dark mode recommended

do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; since christmas is on monday,, why not make a themed story with the non-sorcerer hater?? in his teens ofc. hope ya enjoyyyyy reblog to support meeeee and if you want more :D

another note: trying a new layout 😵‍💫 i’ll see if i like it or not.

“satoru, no..” geto rolled his eyes. it was christmas time. a chilly saturday afternoon and suguru was going to cook a christmas dinner.

a ham (which he told himself that he’d buy on his own), yams, macaroni and cheese, dressing. whatever popped into his head to cook…another thing for him to groan at when he was struggling to follow the directions. and gojo attempting to bring his nonsense into his home wasn’t gonna solve anything.

“why nottt? you’re bringing that girl over, why can’t i come?” gojo asked. geto wasn’t really listening, he was in the middle of feeding his snake, suguru, which he named after himself because he couldn’t think of anything better and eventually, he thought the name fit.

“geto?”

“ah, sorry. like i said, no. you’ll make a mess and you’ll have kay all pissed off because you keep pulling on her tail. then you whine when she scratches you.” geto finally replied. kay was geto’s fluffy white cat with blue eyes. she loved being around geto and anyone else who he willingly brought around…but with gojo it was a love-hate relationship.

“she jumped on me first..” gojo trailed off. geto sighed, still holding the phone up to his ear. he knew that if he kept denying gojo of stopping by, he’d probably just pop up without his permission anyway.

“hurry up and get here.” geto said a bit sternly despite the small smile on his face. “and would you bring me some saké? i ran out last night.”

“on my way!” gojo beamed before hanging up. geto adjusted his sweater and shook his head as he placed his phone down on the counter. the slim male would put his hair up into his usual ponytail and begin to take everything out of the cabinets that he needed to cook.

kay would meow a bit loudly over the clanging of pots and pans, assuming that she’d get some food too.

“right…” geto sighed. “gimme a second.”

quickly, geto walked over to the cat feeder that he ordered off amazon a couple weeks ago and pressed the button to dispense some food and immediately, kay ran past him to eat her food.

the male felt like he was already about to go crazy because of all the things he had been doing at once. turning on the speaker, geto would turn on a song that he remembered that you recommended to him. he loved hearing your recommendations, even though he never listened half the time and he’d play it off like he forgot.

‘no one knows’ by brent faiyaz began playing from his tv and geto was already enjoying himself while he had been waiting on you and his second guest. he’d light a cigarette as he vibed to the song playing from his tv, sliding around the hardwood floor in his socks.

“one stick of butter…three tablespoons of flour…” geto mumbled the ingredients you wrote down to make macaroni, his index finger underlining each word as he read.

as geto began to cook, mixing ingredients together and tossing the partially finished product into the oven, the doorbell rang. he was kinda hoping it was gojo since he was getting thirsty. his choice was incorrect though. upon his snow covered doorstep, he saw you all bundled up in your cute puffy winter coat, grey scarf with a matching hat.

“hi,” you smiled at him as you stepped into the house, gently stomping the snow off your boots on the carpet. geto hugged you and gently kissed your head.

“hey, you been okay?” geto asked as he’d walk back into the kitchen. you take off your coat and everything you’ve been wearing to keep your warm and put it up on one of the clothing hangers in his closet.

“yeah, i’m fine besides nearly sliding off the road from the ice,” you chuckled. kay rubbed her head against your leg, greeting you before walking off. “you?”

“i just woke up not too long ago. i wanted to hurry up and cook before i forgot and i starve to death.” geto answered. you follow geto into the kitchen, and the place already smelled nice. this was normal behavior for geto though. he always kept things clean and smelling good. he’d freak out if someone (gojo) stepped on his carpet with his shoes on.

“you wouldn’t starve to death. you know i’ll come bring you something to eat…my family cooks still.” you say. geto nodded, barely listening to you as he quickly grabbed out some cups, expecting some saké when gojo made it there.

speaking of gojo, the front door swings open and a freezing gust of wind blows through the house. geto’s head snapped over to the front door and his pupils retracted out of pure shock and slight irritation.

“close the door, dammit.” geto shouted. gojo sprung through the door holding a brown paper bag and shut the door behind him.

“i’m here!” gojo said in a sing song tone.

“hey, jack frost.” you chuckled at gojo’s goofy entrance into your boyfriend’s home. it was a bit funnier knowing that geto was already sizzling in irritation.

“about time,” geto grumbled before snatching the bag from the icy haired male and peeking down into the bag. he pulled the glass from the bag and saw that it wasn’t exactly what he asked for. he sighed.

“i said saké not soju. and what the hell is this?” geto pulled out a treat that was wrapped up and a small paper bag.

“same difference…and it’s kikufuku,” gojo smiled, “i bought one but they gave me two extra. pretty interesting coincidence, huh?”

“you’re a pain in my ass already.” geto huffed, taking a bite out of the sweet treat. he raised his eyebrows, clearly enjoying it. the male held up the treat to your lips, which you would take a bite out of also. it was pretty good. you were expecting to hate it.

“go sit on the couch. don’t touch shit, don’t look at shit, just relax. i’m going to the store to go get a ham.” suguru instructed to gojo but he already had a feeling that gojo just wouldn’t listen.

“yes sir.” gojo put his thumb up before he’d pour himself some soju in one of the cups that geto had set out on the kitchen island and walked to the living room.

geto turned to you, taking a small drag from his cigarette. “you wanna go with me or do you wanna stay with …” geto pointed over in gojo’s direction. you smiled and nod.

“hey, i’m still here.” gojo shouted.

“shut up and drink your soju.”

twenty minutes later, you and geto arrive at the supermarket. the place was busy and geto wanted to be home as soon as he got the ham. while geto wanted to be in and out, you were wandering around, your eyes sparkling at the christmas decorations but grimacing when you saw the amount of krampus christmas cards on the shelves.

“ew..” you mumbled at the ugly art before walking off to find something else to entertain you. after a bit of walking, you found yourself in the bakery section. it smelled amazing. a bunch of fresh cookies and cupcakes were set out on the shelves and you couldn’t help but pick up a couple boxes. surely geto wouldn’t care.

“you’re gonna eat all this?” you heard a familiar voice say. you turned around to see geto who had been holding onto the shopping cart that had a bag, which you assumed was the ham.

“well, no. i was thinking that we have a little christmas party. all the food you’re making isn’t gonna be enough for just you and me…and gojo if you even invite him over for dinner.” you suggest. geto hummed.

“no.” he said bluntly. “eat all that stuff and share with gojo…you know how much he likes sweets and all that other junk.”

you sigh, knowing full well that geto would say no. as much as he liked being festive, he wasn’t going for a full on party. not at his place at least.

“you know what…i’ll think about it.” geto said. he didn’t wanna be a grinch but he also didn’t feel like looking at your sad and mopey face for the rest of the day because he said no to a christmas party.

your eyes light up and a big smile stretches across your lips before you hug geto tightly, obviously excited. suguru sighs but he smiles a bit himself. he couldn’t lie, he did enjoy seeing you happy. why not give your idea a chance?

when you both arrived back home, geto fumbled with the keys for a moment, his hands aching from the cold. when the door was finally unlocked, the cold winds rushed through the door, pushing the smoke that was coming from the kitchen out of the way. geto wasn’t worried because he didn’t smell any burning food. it was probably his incense.

geto was shocked. so shocked he almost dropped the food. he was able to hold onto it. the house was a bit of a mess. suguru was gone out of his terrarium, gojo was nowhere in sight at the moment, and kay…well she was fine. she was sitting on the cat tree looking more annoyed than choso on a wednesday morning.

“satoru!” geto yelled as he placed the ham down onto the kitchen island and began walking around the house quickly to find gojo. “i’m gonna kill him.” you heard the black haired male mumble as he checked each room…even the storage room.

gojo emerged from the dining room with suguru hanging around his shoulders. he had been wearing his round sunglasses and that white dress shirt that had the sleeves rolled up. the male lifted his hand and pulled the glasses down from over his eyes.

“oh. hey guys.” gojo smiled before geto took off his shoe and threw it at the other, aiming straight for the head. you couldn’t help but laugh when you heard the sound of the shoe hitting gojo’s head then bluntly hit the floor.

“satoru…” geto began, “what did i tell you when you first got here?” his teeth were clenched together and he had a smile on his face that obviously wasn’t very friendly.

“um…you said,” gojo paused, thinking of what was said. gojo knew better but he just wanted to make geto even more angry. “you said look at shit, touch shit…and don’t relax.”

“that isn’t what i said you mono-brain celled monkey.” geto hissed. he’d walk over to gojo, taking suguru off of his shoulders and returning the snake to his terrarium.

“you’re lucky i’m not gonna make you clean up.” geto grumbled before pouring himself some of the soju that he swore up and down that he didn’t want to drink because he had a taste for saké instead.

“seriously?” gojo raised his eyebrows before being hit in the head with geto’s other shoe.

“get your ass in that living room and clean this hell hole up. and do it right!” geto glared at the icy haired male but his yelling and angry looks only made gojo laugh.

“okay okay, i’ll go clean. don’t drink up all the—”

“move it!”

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

⋆｡࿇ ·࣭࣪̇˖ 𖦹°༅༚

#jujutsu kaisen #choso kamo #𝐾𝑂𝑇𝐴 𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐸𝑆 書く #jujutsu kaisen choso #jjk choso #jjk #anime #choso x black!reader #jjk x reader #choso x reader #gojo x black reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo x y/n #jjk gojo #geto x you #jujutsu geto #jjk geto #geto suguru #geto x reader #jujutsu itadori #yuji itadori #gojo satoru #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojou satoru x reader

[silveryclear]

♟️Yandere Villain x Hero Reader part 1

♟️ Male Yandere Villain X Female Hero Reader

♟️ CW: Smut build up, coercion, manipulation, implied kidnapping, obsessive behavior

♟️ 2.4 k words

You were a rookie superhero graced with the powers of flight, great strength, and agility. You also had a great heart and the motivation to help people. In less than a year, you had managed to capture the hearts of all the beloved citizens that lived in the city you grew up in. Your debut as a hero was nothing short of a success! People loved you, authorities respected you, and most of all, you managed to reduce crimes committed by supervillains by 60%! In honor of your heroic efforts, the city had organized a ball in your honor, a masquerade one to be exact. This gave you the perfect opportunity to enjoy the celebration without being in the center of attention. Ironic enough, you were never one to participate in places with large crowds. But the city had put in so much work for you, you couldn’t not attend.

The party was bustling by the time you arrived. Already was there a large crowd waltzing in the middle of the ballroom, the band playing wondrous music. Your eyes flit over the crowd, admiring each and every mask as well as their matching dresses and suits. People were talking, dancing, eating… just generally enjoying their night. And you can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over you, knowing that you’ve contributed to the safety and peace of mind of thousands of people. Although, a small, anxious part of you couldn’t be quelled so easily. You knew this is temporary, just a fleeting moment of tranquility before disaster strikes again. In your mind, this disaster takes the form of a person. A very evil person. One of the very cunning villains that have managed to wreak havoc for years without getting caught once.

Hades.

He has never shown his face, not once. The information the police have of him is virtually non existent, and the information that they do have are mostly rumors. But one thing is for certain: he has never has done any of the dirty work himself. He always has contacts, pawns, and a whole lot of power. A fitting name for someone who is considered “The King of the Underworld”. It is said that he just gazes from above (or below) at the chaos he has engineered, like it’s some twisted game of chess for him. And while you’re not one to ever back down from a fight, you can’t help but shiver at the thought of him taking you on as his new opponent. With all the attention you’ve garnered, your assumption isn’t far fetched.

However, you might’ve underestimated just how long this match had gone for.

And if you were even a player at all.

In the middle of your anxious thoughts, you felt a tap on your shoulder, promptly breaking you out of your inner turmoil. You quickly turn around and come face to face with piercing green eyes. Anything that you had meant to say died in your throat as soon as your eyes met his… and the rest of him. He stood tall, towering over you even with your 4 inch heels. He was also dressed to kill— wearing a black fitting suit with a black dress shirt with a few open buttons to show off his collar and part of his chest. The suit was lined up with green, intricate embellishments that matched his mask and complimented his eyes stunningly. His hair was neatly styled in twists and he even wore jewelry and smokey eyes that made his dark complexion glow. This man was drop dead gorgeous.

His lips broke out in a charming smile and you felt yourself get—metaphorically— shot in the heart.

“Are you alright? You’ve been staring off into space for a while…” The man spoke in a low, sultry voice that made your insides quiver.

You cough and chuckle nervously, flustered for being caught ogling this fine man like a creep. “Y-Yes! I’m sorry, you caught me off guard. I was… thinking about work.” You sputter, trying to find an excuse that wasn’t necessarily false.

He chuckles, still gazing at you with those magnetic eyes. “Ah, so that’s what had you twisting your beautiful face in worry. I was hoping that you would do me the honor of joining me for a dance? I think you could use a break from your worries, we are at the ball of the year, aren’t we?”

You can feel your cheeks heat up from the compliment and you feel nervous, but excited to dance with this alluring mystery man. You smile. “That, we are. A dance may be just what I need.”

He smiles back, stretching out his large hand for you to take. “May I?”

You place your hand in his, his palm smooth, as opposed to yours that has been calloused from all your training and hero work. Fingers brush against the palm of your hand and he smiles kindly. “Indeed, the hands of hard working woman.” He says before bringing your hand towards his lips, kissing the back of your hand gently as the looks firmly into your eyes. Your face heats up once again and you can’t bring yourself to look away.

This goes beyond what you expected from this ball.

The man pulls you the dance floor in the center of the ballroom, holding your hand and hip as you glided on the dance floor along with the music.

“How are you feeling now? I hope I’m doing a good job at keeping those thoughts away.” He smiles and twirls you around and brings you back into his arms.

You giggle, actually allowing yourself to enjoy the party that was meant for you. “I’m actually having fun. I don’t particularly like being around large crowds, but you’ve made it enjoyable. Thank you.” You give him a genuine smile.

You swore you saw something dark, something primal flash in his eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “Not a fan of crowds, huh? Can’t say I’m fond of them either. I work remotely so these are the only moments where I engage with the masses.”

“Lucky.” You mutter playfully.

He laughs, a deep, melodic sound that made your heart race. “I wouldn’t say that. I mean, if I hadn’t crawled out of my cave tonight, I wouldn’t have met you~” He gives you a twirl and pulls you closer, stepping back in sync.

Damn. He’s smooth.

“Besides, how could I pass up the chance of dancing with the city’s greatest hero without interruption~?”

Your step falters and stumble backwards, bracing yourself for a fall that never comes. Instead, you’re held by the mysterious man who has made the fall into a dip, making it seem part of the dance. He smiles coyly. “Did I say something wrong?”

You’re pulled back up and you feel that same sinking sensation that you had earlier. You compose yourself and clear your throat. “How did you know it was me?”

“Oh, I’m something of a fanboy. I could recognize you in a heartbeat.” He smiles, yet, it doesn’t comfort you.

“Everyone here is a fan, yet you’re the only one who recognized me.” You narrow your eyes in suspicion.

You can feel him pull you closer, your bodies close enough to feel his quickened heartbeat. You could only make sure your steps were in sync as you looked over his shoulder. He places one hand on your back, his fingers running down your spine and kept a firm grip on your hip. You shiver, not sure if it’s from delight or fear. His lips suddenly hover above your ear as he whispers, “True, but I’m your biggest fan~”

You sense a change in his demeanor, although subtle, you learned to catch these subtleties from your experience fighting villains. However, it wasn’t enough to detect this one fast enough.

You take a sharp breath. “Who are you?”

He twirls you again and brings you face to face with him. He grins devilishly. “What does your gut say~?”

You breathing becomes ragged and you feel your blood run cold as your worst fears had come to life.

You just danced and flirted with the devil himself.

You try to pull away from him but he makes sure to keep a tight hold on you while still maintaining the facade of dancing.

"Now, now, the dance isn't over and we can't have our Great Hero looking too out of sorts. No one would know the city is safe and in good hands if they see you panicking on the dance floor. And who knows what I just might do if that were to happen." Your eyes widen and Hades laughs darkly as he continues to dance with you in close proximity, his eyes lingering on the features of your face and the shape of your body. "I was worried you wouldn’t have recognize me at all. I've always wanted to dance with you, Hero."

Your body trembles and your breathing grows erratic. You can feel his hold loosening slightly and his hand rub your back comfortingly as he whispers soothing words into your ear. “That’s it, baby… just breathe…” For your sake, you forget who the words are coming from as you focus on your breathing.

Once you feel calm, you grit your teeth. And scowl at him. “Do you get a kick out of making me look like a fool?”

Hades hums and grins devilishly. "I do, especially when getting the satisfaction of knowing I fooled the city's hero into dancing and flirting with me. Fitting for the one responsible for all my misery."

He continues holding you close to his chest and brings his face inches from your face with a wicked laugh. He gets even closer so when he speaks you feel his breath on your ear. “But I will be honest, dancing with you, feeling your body pressed against mine, seeing you flustered up close… fills me with another type of type of satisfaction~”

You glare at him as you keep dancing. You pretend everything is fine as to not arouse any suspicion from the rest of the crowd. “What do you want?”

Hades laughs wickedly, his dark green eyes shining in the dim lights of the dance floor. “That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it?” He then puts a hand on your hip and grips tightly, bringing you closer. “I came to collect my prize~”

You furrow your eyebrows and look over at him, confused. “What are you talking about? What prize?”

Hades grins, finding your confusion amusing. “Why, you, of course~” He caresses your face gently as if handling a work of art. His eyes roam your body hungrily. “And you are all wrapped up and pretty for me too~”

You swat his hand away and scowl. “You must be out of your damn mind if you think for a second that I’d go anywhere with you.”

His grin only turns more sinister as he grabs your face tightly and pulls you face to face. Your eyes widen and you feel your body begin to tremble again. “I think it‘ll do you well to learn some manners. Especially when you, dear Hero, are mine.”

“I don’t owe you anything, you brute!” You growl at him. Even in your position, you will never submit to a villain.

He chuckles darkly and his grip on your face tightens. “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, my darling Hero. You owe me everything.”

Hades stares at your confused expression with amusement. The grip on your face disappears and he returns to dancing with you as if nothing had happened. His piercing green eyes stare back at yours, demanding your attention. “You see, little hero, I have powers beyond your comprehension, superpowers and earthly powers alike. I control every single person inside and out of this building.” He grips your hip and pulls you closer, grinning madly. “I have your beloved city under my thumb.”

With every word he utters, the feeing of dread and fear continues to build up in the pit of your stomach.

Hades twirls you and brings you back towards him, your steps out of sync, but he manages to dance through it quite proficiently. “Do you know what that means?” He whispers, breath fanning your face gently. “Do you understand what I’m trying to imply?”

You stare back at him, holding his gaze as you nod.

He grins widely. “Tell me.” He demands with a smooth voice.

You take a sharp breath. “I-I became a hero… because of you.” As you said it out loud you felt the feeling helplessness slowly latch onto you— breaking you. Behind the words you uttered, lies a hidden truth: For every great source of good in the world, there’s an even greater source of darkness pulling it’s strings.

“Good girl~” He coos and pinches your cheek. “Such a good girl. Did you really think it was that easy to become a hero? You never questioned why everything went so smoothly.” He chuckles and caresses your cheek softly. “That’s how I knew you’d make the perfect toy for me to sway the masses~”

You feel like you’re about to throw up. Tears brim your eyes and you bite your lip to hold back a sob.

Hades’s face softens slightly as he pulls you into his chest and rubs your back soothingly. “Don’t cry, little hero. I know your little fantasy world collapsed— But I’ll help you see the beauty in the world I’ve created. After all,”

He leans back and grabs your chin. “I created it just for you~”

Hades pulls you into a hot, sensual kiss— groaning once his lips touched yours, deepening the kiss, delving his tongue into your warm mouth and tasting you. His kiss only grew with intensity once he finally got a taste of you after craving you all night. You can only stand there and take it as if you feel an incredible force keeping you from leaving.

Hades pulls away from the kiss and your breath hitches once you gaze into his eyes. The lust and possessiveness that he had restrained during the evening now emanated from him in waves. His breathing is ragged and his pupils are dilated. The feeling of dread you felt before was nothing compared to what you’re feeling right now.

He pulls you close, holding you tightly against his body, like a viper wrapping its coils around their prey. Hades whispers seductively, “You are mine, little hero. And I’ll make sure to show you tonight just how much I crave you.”

You overestimated your role in this game. You were never a player. Just like everyone else, you are just another piece in a game of chess you weren’t even aware was happening . And you were his final piece to acquire.

Just like that, you were his. As you were always meant to be.

#yandere #yandere writing #yandere x reader #villain #villain x hero #yandere imagines #yandere x you #female reader #male yandere

[elvensorceress]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @monsterrae1 @disasterbuckdiaz @tizniz @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @wikiangela @daffi-990 who are all amazingggg I cannot! 💕 tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz @buddierights @eddiescowboy @wh0re-behavi0r @eddiediazisascorpio @kitteneddiediaz @bucksbackwardcap @hoodie-buck @spaceprincessem @astronaut-karenwilson @giddyupbuck @bekkachaos @fiona-fififi @gayedmundodiaz if you want to share something, I'm making grabby hands at you 💕 Unless finale for you. The boys back home from their date ❤️‍🔥 (starting to get a little spicy but nothing unsafe for work here 😘)

He’s only out of Buck’s arms for maybe nine seconds, but it’s too long. It will never be long enough that Eddie gets to be held by him. 

It will never be long enough that Eddie gets to be loved by him. 

Buck happily moans into his mouth and fits his hands to Eddie’s sides like his fingers were always meant to curve around Eddie’s body. Eddie slips his own hands underneath soft, fuzzy velvet blazer until he can work it over Buck’s shoulders and down his arms. Buck lets go of him for a second so Eddie can successfully tug the garment off him, but he reaches for Eddie and takes hold the instant he’s free. Eddie can’t do anything but press his body further into Buck’s. He doesn’t want to do anything else.

He loves Buck’s hands, he loves Buck touching him, holding him, kissing him. He doesn’t know how he’s ever lived without it. 

Eddie tosses the red velvet over the back of the couch and tugs Buck toward their bedroom with a fist in the front of his dress shirt and a mouth beckoning him to follow if he wants to keep his pressed to it. 

Buck follows his mouth, follows all of him until they’re kissing in the middle of their room, and Eddie quickly works on unbuttoning every button down the center of Buck’s chest. 

He gets to have him. He gets to feel their bare skin pressed together. He gets to soak in Buck’s warmth and sweetness and affection. He gets to shower Buck with every ounce of love that he’s always wanted to give to him. He wants Buck to never feel unloved or unwanted or uncertain about it ever again. 

Maybe that isn’t possible. It’s just romanticized wishing. Eddie doesn’t have power like that. But he can try. He wants to try. He wants Buck to have everything. 

“Are you— a-are you sure?” Buck murmurs against Eddie’s lips, still mostly just holding onto him, hands gripping Eddie’s back. “You really want to do this? It’s okay?”

Eddie kisses him fiercely, all tongue and soft, wet lips and burning need quickly blazing out of control. “Yes.” He finishes with the buttons and rubs desperate hands over Buck’s bared chest. But gently. He needs but he wants to bestow care and affection. He wants love saturating every touch. This isn’t lust flaring and boiling inside him. Though something like it could be there? 

It is there. Threads of silver lining his flesh and blood with smoldering heat. It’s somehow inside him, simmering in the background, even if he doesn’t know how. It’s never been like this. He’s never felt anything like this. But that likely has less to do with any sort of carnal, sensual longing, and everything to do with how his heart beats for the man he loves. 

Because the lust is just lining. It’s hints and whiffs, decorative accents and light reflecting on surface ripples. It could bloom and flood white hot liquid flames through his body with the way Buck feels, the way he kisses Eddie and touches him, keeps him safe and steady and full of blissful contentment. It might be there. It might even be incredible to finally feel, to finally have something that’s excitement and pleasure and pure enjoyment. Sex for no other reason than love and his own desire. 

But Eddie’s need for him is deeper. Stronger. In every cell, every breath, every part of him. Lust will never compare to the endless rivers, rain showers, and seas of love held within him, held between them. Fire is nothing to an ocean, and Eddie has whole universes of immeasurable, insurmountable, unwavering ocean. 

“I love you,” he kisses Buck’s mouth and then nips at his lower lip. “I want you. I never want to be without you.”

Buck clutches him hard and his legs wobble like they’re giving out on him. “I love you, too, Eddie. So much. You have me. Everything of me. I’m all yours.” He reaches up to stroke Eddie’s face with a thumb and then pets down Eddie’s chest like he wants to take off his clothes but doesn’t remember how. “Completely yours.” 

#buddie #buddie wip #fic: unless you ask me to #jenwyn wip #wip wednesday #911

[sister-lucifer]

can i request familiar!reader kneading their hands/paws to get comfortable on the brothers' lap? if you cant do all, please do the oldest brothers

Obey Me Brother’s React To Familiar!Reader getting comfortable in their lap

**READ CONTEXT FOR FAMILIAR READER HERE**

Genre: Fluff

Content/Warnings: He/She Asmo, Gender Neutral Reader,  Catboy Reader, + insane levels of cuteness especially from reader 

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio! 

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

Lucifer

Oh this old man 

He was sitting in his bed reading a book when you came in, mumbling about how sleepy you were 

He’s used to you climbing into his lap and snuggling up to him; it’s common cat behavior after all 

It always tugs at his heart strings a bit, but something about you kneading your paws against him for the first time made his heart swell with pride 

It was so soft, so gentle, and especially heartwarming when your low purring reached his ears

“What are you doing, Familiar?” 

“ ‘m getting comfy…” 

“Ah, I see…” 

He allowed you to get comfortable as you saw fit until you were satisfied 

Then he pulled a blanket over the both of you and held you do his chest

He definitely thinks your cat behaviors are adorable but will never ever admit it, he has a reputation to uphold after all 

He lets you know in subtle ways though 

Like how he’ll drag a hand down your neck or chest when you purr, feeling the vibrations 

Or how his eyes watch the tip of your tail as it flicks back and forth 

He thinks you don’t notice, so don’t say anything 

You’ll embarrass him

“It’s times like these that I can’t believe I was ever on the fence about getting a Familiar…”

Mammon 

He thinks you’re the single most adorable little thing on the planet 

But he’d rather DIE than ever admit it 

So every time you crawl into his lap he grumbles and complains because it’s Mammon of course he does 

“Familiar! I know you’re desperate to be in the glorious presence of The Great Mammon, but do you gotta be so clingy?!” 

And the answer is always yes 

Of course it is 

But he shuts up real fast the first time you knead his lap

Stops in the middle of his sentence like someone suddenly hit his mute button

Taken aback, even 

He stays silent and frozen until you’re done 

You settle into his lap with a soft purr, wrapping your arms around him

And slowly he wraps his arms around you as well, a hesitant hand coming up to rest on your head 

He sighs as you relax against him and for once in his life 

Mammon shuts up 

And is very happy that he did 

“Who ‘da thought I’d ever be cuddlin’ up with you…” 

Leviathan 

Oh this easily flustered boy 

He was definitely enamored with you at first sight, images of all the cat hybrid anime characters he’s ever crushed on flashing through his racing mind 

For a very long time he was too nervous to even speak to you, your cuteness overwhelming him if he so much as looked too long 

If you had told him just a few months ago that you would be regularly curling up in his lap…

He would’ve melted into an embarrassed puddle at just the thought 

But now it seems so normal, so comforting, something he not only expects but looks forward to 

And he smiles down at you as you climb into bed with him 

Taking your usual seat next to him as he clicks away on his controller 

Except this time you don’t climb into his lap 

Instead you reached out, gently kneading his legs with your paws

He froze, eyes going wide and his face heating up 

How could you be so adorable?!

Your eyes softly fluttering closed, the soft purr emanating from your chest, the peaceful energy you radiated… 

He squealed a bit when you finally climbed into his lap, seeming to have made yourself comfortable 

He’s grinning ear to ear as he puts an arm around you, gently rubbing your back 

“You’re just too cute for your own good…” 

(Oh and he definitely refers to it as ‘making biscuits’ by the way)

Satan 

Definitely the most open about his love for your cat like features and behaviors

Always scratching your head just to hear you purr, toying with your tail or eyes your ears as they twitch and turn 

In fact, he’s usually asking you to snuggle up with him 

And of course you can’t say no 

He’s definitely a good cuddle buddy

He knows exactly where and where not to scratch, how you like to lay, and when you’ll want to sit with him 

It’s a delightful surprise when you climb into his lap unprompted 

He even puts down his book! 

Although he wasn’t expecting it, he’s not exactly surprised when you put your hand on his chest and begin slowly kneading 

“Getting comfortable, Familair? It’s alright, take your time.” 

And all the while he strokes your hair with a soft smile 

When you’re done he’ll pull you in tight with a forehead kiss and a cheeky comment 

And then the best nap of your life 

And by your life I mean you only 

He’s going back to his book, sorry 

“Lay here as long as you’d like, Familiar. I’m not in a rush.” 

Asmodeus

Just like Satan, he thinks you’re the cutest thing to ever walk the earth!

Or, uh, Devildom technically 

She’s always squealing and raving about how you’re just too darn adorable! 

Always pulling you into hugs and holding your face in her hands just so she can look at you for a bit longer 

You’re almost as cute as he is! 

And he doesn’t just say that to anyone, you know 

That’s a big deal 

He’s a big cuddle enthusiast, never running out of excuses for you to sit with him 

Unfortunately, Asmodeus simply can’t have you kneading her lap like that 

She can’t risk any blemishes to her perfect skin, and you could wrinkle her nightclothes! 

That’s alright though! 

Because shes got a perfectly comfortable bed with lavish blankets and fluffy pillows for you to knead all you’d like 

It’s a win-win! 

He gets to see you be utterly adorable and you can still get comfy and spoon 

Asmodeus will always find ways to accommodate you 

“My Familiar’s so cute, I could watch you all night!” 

Beelzebub 

Just stating the obvious: 

Beelzebub is a big boy 

Massive, even 

His body could completely engulf yours 

And he’s basically a giant breathing teddy bear 

Which is the best kind of cuddle buddy 

He’s laying down on his bed when you come in, probably scrolling through Devilgram and snacking on whatever he found in the pantry earlier 

He greets you with a smile as you climb into bed 

And you plant yourself on his lap

He looks up at you as he lowers his phone, swallowing the last bite of food in his mouth 

You lean over a bit, planting your hands on his chest as you slowly begin to knead 

He’s confused as first, but he decides not to ask when he realizes how relaxed you look 

Your soft purrs are music to his ears 

And he simply lays back and enjoys the free massage 

He looks back at you when he feels you lay down on his chest 

Your tail flicking back and forth slowly behind you 

His strong arms drape loosely over you as he too relaxes with a sigh of content

“I’m glad I have snacks here already. I don’t wanna move for as long as possible.” 

Belphegor 

If i’m being honest, Belphie has plenty of catlike behaviors himself 

Always tired, generally unbothered, will get comfortable anywhere, won’t come when called…

He gets it 

He probably doesn’t even noticed when you climb into bed next to him 

He’s most likely asleep 

This means that unfortunately Belphie doesn’t get to see how cute you are as you gently knead him with your paws 

But somewhere in his unconscious he knows you’re there 

He knows when you snuggle up next to him 

And he knows the comforting feeling of your warmth 

And he knows your quiet purring that manages to make its way into his dreams 

And in his slumbering state he’ll still wrap his arms around you and hold you right 

Because even in sleep Belphie loves his Familiar 

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #cat boy reader #fluff #lucifer obey me #lucifer x reader #lucifer fluff #lucifer headcanons #mammon obey me #mammon x reader #mammon fluff #mammon headcanon #leviathan obey me #leviathan x reader #leviathan fluff #leviathan headcanons #satan obey me #satan x reader #satan fluff #satan headcanons #asmodeus obey me #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus fluff #asmodeus headcanons #beelzebub obey me #beelzebub x reader

[rafecameronsslxt]

Hooked

Warnings: Toxic relationship, drugs, and angst.

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Rafe Cameron throws a party, but things go south rather quickly ending in tears and anger. 

Rafe cameron x OC

Part ONE of series. (Can be read as stand alone)

Part TWO- Part THREE- Part FOUR- Part FIVE- Part SIX- Part SEVEN

My first ever Rafe Cameron Fanfiction and first time posting on tumblr, yes I’m nervous.

Word Count:  2,335

      Adriana didn’t want to cut the conversation short of JJ talking crap about her boyfriend TO HER, but Adriana needed to get ready for the party. 

   “OK, JJ, I get it. Just shut up for a second, and let me get this on.” I’ve been listening to him for an hour about Rafe, how I NEEDED to break up with him, and that JJ would be the best boyfriend ever. As much as I loved JJ, I’d never date him, but he wishes.

   I made a twirl motion with my finger for JJ to turn around. He did. “Wait, so if I were to break up with Rafe, you think I’d date you? A kook dating a pogue!” I gasped dramatically. “Rafe would kill you. We’ve been dating since high school, J.” I laughed a little at the thought. He turned back around, seeing me in a tan bikini. “It’d be worth it for my kook best friend and my true love.” JJ takes my hand and kisses it. I throw my head back, laughing. “Go away.” I put on white flowy shorts that fit my waist perfectly, a tan button-up long sleeve, and then tied it. 

  I spun around, showing JJ my entire outfit. He looks me up and down playfully and checks the time. “We have to go!” He says quickly. I mumbled ‘right’ and rushed out with JJ running behind me. He picked up all the belongings I’d forgotten, like my purse, which had about everything in it and then my phone.

   We arrived at the party. “Why can’t you come?” I gave JJ my best pouty face. “Rafe would have a fit like usual, and I got shit to do, unlike others.” He coughs, hinting at me being a kook, and gives me the worst excuse. I roll my eyes at him and shut the truck door. Like JJ has EVER cared about what Rafe thought. 

   The first thing center and in the middle was Rafe- snorting coke. You didn’t linger on the sight you’d just seen as it was something you guys had argued about almost every day, it seemed. I walked away and went to find Kie or Sarah, knowing the two would be around somewhere.

   I decided to walk outside to the pool. There she is. “Sarah!” I called out to her. Sarah ran up to me and hugged me. “I missed youuuu.” She says, giggling. Sarah takes my hand, forgetting she’d just been sitting with Topper and the others. She takes us into the kitchen and starts mixing alcohol. At most, I’d seen was vodka, maybe Tequila, and something else. “I don’t want to get wasted tonight.” It was meant to come out in a way that didn’t seem like I was questioning my logic or the words that just came out. 

   “Come on. Rafe has been bringing you down for days now.” She slurs her words while a frown stays on her face. She shoves the cup of ease in my hand and leaves me to it, but just before she goes, Sarah blows you a lovely kiss. ‘Drink it,’ she mouths to you and stumbles away laughing. 

   I swish the liquid around in the red solo cup, deciding whether I should drink it. I take sips of it while I walk around. I spot Rafe again and turn around quickly. I bump into Kie. “KIE, where have you been.” I smile at her. “Just having fun.” She winks at me cheerfully. “No way my Kiara is macking some Kook.” I run a hand through my hair, laughing. I take another sip out of the cup Sarah poured me. “Boyfriend alert!” She coughs, moving her eyes behind me. “I’ll see you later, and give me details,” I whisper while laughing. She gives me a thumbs up and cheers me. 

   I feel him put his arm around my shoulder. “Hey, baby.” I clear my throat, looking up at him with a smile. “Who was that?” He questions with a look in his eye. I was too tipsy for his games today. If Rafe were to ask me to do coke with him right now, I’d say no but hesitate, and I’m not one to hesitate for anything. This is why I stopped drinking alcohol; it makes me vulnerable to bad decisions. 

   “It was Kie. Why?” He shrugs his shoulder. “Just asking, babe. You know how about you and me- me and you go up to my room.” I nodded, but I did it with reluctance at the pure fact that he was hiding something physical or he was going to tell me he was cheating. So instead, he kissed my neck and then took my hand, leading me upstairs. 

   I take my sneakers off and sit on his bed. “Ok. Just listen.” I let out a nervous breath. He takes out a bag of coke. “Ra-” He shuts me up by talking over me and then stops when I do. Rafe cages me in as both arms go on either side of me. “Listen, baby. You should let me,” He pauses, looking into my eyes. I can tell it’s something I’m not going to agree with, especially since it has to do with this. “Just let me do coke off your tits.” I scoff.

   My back hits the bed as I laugh sarcastically at his brilliant idea. I sit up on my elbows. He takes this as an opportunity to get on top of me. “Last time I let you do that, you- you fucking held it over my head every time I asked you to get better.” I shake my head in disbelief. To this day, he holds it like a poster high in the air when I force him to stop doing this or when we get into arguments. 

   He unties my shirt, throwing it onto the ground. “Rafe. I’m not doing this with you.” 

   “Baby, if you let me do this, I’ll let it go. I will. Promise.” He holds out his pinky finger as his other hand finds the bag of coke. I think about it and then link my pinky finger with his. He smiles at me. “Mhm, I miss the badass, Adriana.”

   Rafe gets on his forearms so that he’s closer to me. I pull him in for a kiss. He takes it. It was rough and fast-paced. Then, Rafe starts kissing my neck, undoubtedly making his marks for others to see later on. He moves to my cleavage and looks up at me. I nodded, trying not to smile. Rafe takes off my tan bikini top, looking almost primal in a way or whatever it means. I start feeling hot and sweaty with him on top of me, smothering kisses all over my boobs, giving me too much time to think about what I’m doing. 

   “Rafe fucking pour the coke on me before I say no.” He opens the bag of white powder and dumps some on my boobs. He mumbles, ‘Fuck’ getting off of me. “Rafe, I swear to god if you leave me here.” I feel like I’m on coke. “Baby, I’m right here. Calm down. I’m going to look for a dollar bill. It should be- oh right here.” He smiles at me but then realizes how anxious I look. He gets back on top of me. Rafe kisses me softly. He rubs my cheek with his thumb gently. “We will have the best sex after this. I promise that I’ll fuck you as hard as I can.” He winks at me, which makes me feel a little better, knowing I’ll get some solace out of this act. Right?

   I feel the dollar bill on my skin and look at Rafe. He pauses; he doesn’t notice that I’m looking at him. The rolled-up bill glides across my chest quickly. Rafe lets out a sigh of relief. His face turns red, and I watch his pupils dilate. I feel like crying. “Shit, baby, ready.” He grabs my hips, pulling me closer. I try to stop crying, and I do, but I don’t want to ruin this because he’ll get mad. “Why are your eyes red.” He questions me and puts his face closer to mine. He sighs.

    “Why are you about to cry.” He tries not to look mad, but I can tell he’s getting there. I look away. “Adriana, I’ve been calm with you all night. Don’t start this shit now!” Rafe’s hands make their way to my face forcing me to look at him. His thumb was under my chin, and his index finger held my chin in place. “I’m sorry. Can we just do this, please?” I try and go in for a kiss, but he gets off of me. 

   Tears start falling. Like a lot of tears start coming out. Rafe throws me the top of my bikini. I don’t put it on yet; instead, I cross my arms, covering my boobs. “Put your fucking top on, Adriana. It’s over. You already fucked it all up.” 

   “Please, Rafe, I can fix this.” He turns his back away from me as I try to make him turn around. “Why are you crying. Adriana why!? I mean, make me fucking understand, ADRIANA.” Rafe starts yelling as he points at himself, angry at me. “Can you help me?” My voice turns shaky as I ask him. I’ve tied enough of my own tops to know how to do this, but maybe he’ll calm down. “See, I can fucking help you, and you can’t help me. I just wanted to do some cocaine and fuck, but you can’t even do the simplest thing.” Rafe whispers in my ear threatenly as he ties my top too tight. 

   “Look at me.” He demands. I look up at him. I can feel him press against my lower back, although I don’t think he’s doing it on purpose. His hand snakes up my stomach to my neck. He squeezes my neck and then kisses me hard. I kiss back, but not with the vast amount of intensity as him. He lets go of my neck as I let out a breath that I was holding in, and It was hard to breathe. “I’m going to go back downstairs. Ok, baby. I love- you.” He raises his eyebrows at me, obviously calming down. “I love you too, baby.” I barely smile at him and decide against giving him a soft kiss like I usually would in these situations, which we also seem to be in more because of me. 

   Rafe left me alone in his room, not bothering to ask if I wanted to come with him. Of course, I didn’t, but still. I sit down on his bed and start breaking down. I look down at the floor and see my shirt that I don’t care to pick up or put on. 

   I lay down and get under the comforter as his smell envelops me. I start to hyperventilate. My organs feel like they're stopping, and my lungs are out of oxygen. As I try to breathe, I feel someone sit down on the bed and hug me. “Adriana, what did he do,” Kiara asks me, concerned. “Nothing- I just need to breathe, Kie.” I count in my head, breathing in one, two, three, and then breath out. I do it a couple more times. Finally, I reach a stable point where I can breathe without it being ragged. 

   Kie lays in the bed with me. “Ad, you have to tell me what happened.” She puts her arm around my waist. I take a deep breath in. “After I talked with you. Rafe took me upstairs obviously and- and asked to do coke off my boobs, and I let him and then started crying because I just-” My voice starts cracking, and I start sniffling. “Hey, it’s ok. It’s not your fault, Ad. You just wanted to make him happy.” Kie hadn’t been sure of her response to this situation and was still unsure about what had happened. Kiara rests her head on me. We lay here for another five minutes in peaceful silence.

   I am so grateful to have Kie. I don’t know what I’d do without her. “Hey, the party is probably ending. I have to go, ok. I love you.” She smiles at me and then gets up. I pull her in for a hug. “I love you too. Make sure to tell me details tomorrow.” I laugh a little. She waves at me, smiling and shuts Rafe’s bedroom door leaving me all alone.

   I started to get uncomfortable in my clothes, ergo I changed into one of Rafe’s button-up long sleeves neither did I put shorts on, just panties. I usually never used my phone, but I always kept it with me just in case something happened, and I wanted to see if Rafe had maybe texted me. There was nothing other than JJ telling me goodnight. So I texted with a simple ‘gn.’ I wasn’t in the mood tonight for his B.S. 

   I put my phone on the bedside table and went to sleep. I didn’t see tonight ending like this, and I wished it hadn’t

   Rafe entered his bedroom, turned the light on, and saw Adriana sleeping. “Adriana, you awake.” He asked her, but there wasn’t a reply. He wanted to make sure she’d been asleep, plus he felt like shit and couldn’t handle another argument tonight. 

   The tired boy took off his polo shirt and shorts, throwing them on the ground next to his girlfriends’ clothes. Then, he got into bed with her as her sleeping body faced him. He felt terrible that he made her think that the whole argument was her fault when it was all his fault.

   Rafe pulled his body closer to Adriana’s. She moved closer to Rafe as she tried to get comfortable in her sleep. “I’m sorry.” He said sincerely to the still beautiful sleeping girl.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe angst #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron x oc #obx #outer banks #rafe cameron x kook!reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron angst

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Piedra del Sol

Prompt: I can’t get you out of my head

Pairing: Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra x F!Reader

Summary: Fools in love without the common sense of telling the other (sounds familiar?)

Warning: Just fluff. Also my first time trying the xReader thing, which I’m not completely comfortable with, but ah well. Anything for #Fall4Rudy!

Tagging the master curator @glitterypirateduck and @sofasoap because she gave me the idea

You knew you shouldn’t have, but you did.

You allowed yourself to fall in love with none other than Sargento Mayor Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra, while working as liaison between the CIA and Los Vaqueros.

To be perfectly honest, who would blame you? The man was a dream come true. Serious, honest, with a smile that brightened your day every time you managed to make him chuckle with a bad joke or your atrocious accent when trying to order at the bar.

And that he was damned attractive didn’t help either. The day you happened to find him lifting weights with Colonel Vargas was engraved in your memory and warmed many of your nights in your barely furnished apartment. 

And you knew where you went wrong today, too. 

You shouldn’t have accepted Alejandro’s invitation to hit the bar with the rest of Los Vaqueros. Seeing Rudy in civilian clothes took the breath right out of your lungs. It should be illegal how delicious a man can look in jeans and a white shirt, especially when it happens to fit a bit tight, and has a couple of loose buttons. 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to look good yourself either. The way Rudy’s eyes darkened when he saw the little black long-sleeved dress you were wearing was enough to make your mouth water and press your thighs together. How in the world could he make you feel like a horny teenager with just his eyes was a mystery. You two hadn’t even exchanged anything more than pleasantries and jokes. 

‘‘¡Bonita! (Pretty one)’’ Alejandro promptly welcomed you with open arms, and you couldn’t help but smile and offer your hand. But he just grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his arms for a quick hug before turning around with you still in his arms to face the rest of Vaqueros, and the rest of clients at the bar. ‘‘You better behave yourselves, compadres (mates), this one is off limits, ¿oído? (understood?)’’

A mixed chorus of groans and laughter received his words, but you felt relieved. Local men were very forward with their vocal appreciation, and you had been asked out by at least five of them already until the Colonel had to hold a meeting to instruct his men about leaving you the fuck alone. 

But once their affection turned elsewhere, you were having a great time in Las Almas, if you had to be honest.

‘‘¿Qué tomas, bonita? (What are you drinking, pretty one?)’’ Alejandro asked, guiding you to an empty stool between the one he had been using and… Rudy. You smiled at the Sergeant Major, feeling the rush of blood in your cheeks when he smiled back, and then looked back at the Colonel to answer.

‘‘Just a soda, Ale, I have a virtual meeting at 7am and I don’t need the hangover’’ You smiled apologetically when he mockingly raised his hands in despair, but went to ask the bartender. You turned your head back at Rudy to find his eyes on you, and for a moment he looked startled, like caught in the middle of an improper act. Was that blush?

‘‘I… ehm… Is it normal to have meetings so early on Sunday?’’ Rudy asked, a bit rushed, as if he were trying to pretend he hadn’t been devouring you with his eyes. It made you feel good. It made you feel more than good. 

Maybe wearing the dress hadn’t been a bad idea after all.

‘‘Only when my boss is feeling particularly shitty I guess’’ You shrugged, not wanting to think about your boss at that moment. Not when Sergeant Parra was sitting that close to you, so close that you could smell his aftershave. Or his cologne. Whatever it was, it smelled good. Sitting next to him, you shifted in your stool to press your thighs together again, trying to ignore the warmth between your legs.

That man had no business being that tempting.

The night slowly went on, between laughs, drinks and smoke, and you didn’t even realize that the hours had passed until Alejandro gently tapped your shoulder to attract your attention.

‘‘Bonita, it’s almost midnight’’ The Colonel laughed at your startled face when you rushed to check your watch to find out that yes, it was. ‘‘May I call a taxi for you?’’

‘‘No need, Alejandro, the weather is nice, I’ll walk’’ You smiled, feeling grateful that you decided not to drink that night. The moment you rose to your feet Rudy was beside you.

‘‘I’ll walk you home’’ The Sergeant Major cleared his throat when the Colonel looked at him with an amused smile. Rudy lived nowhere near where you did. ‘‘I was about to head out anyway��’

‘‘Buenas noches a los dos (Good night to the both of you)’’ Alejandro smiled, waving while the two of you walked out, making your way among the growing crowd pooling inside the bar. You could feel Rudy’s hand guiding you, pressing lightly against the small of your back, and you resisted the urge to lean on him.

Outside, the night was warm and buzzing with activity. The streets were full of people enjoying one of the last summer nights, and soon you found yourself inching closer to Rudy every time another group walked too close. The first time your right elbow brushed his left arm, he immediately raised it to wrap it around your shoulders, keeping you close to his body to protect you from being bumped into.

You weren’t complaining.

Slowly, the ruckus died down as you entered residential streets, more silent and peaceful. You half expected Rudy to let go of you now that there was no danger of being pushed around by other pedestrians, but he didn’t, his hand firm on your shoulder, gently cradling you in the crook of his armpit. 

You dared to turn your head slightly to rest your temple and cheek on his chest, comforted by his slow and steady heartbeat. You felt his hand tighten holding your shoulder, and the rhythm of his heart quicken a bit. To any passers-by, you’d look like just another couple on a midnight stroll.

Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

‘‘No te puedo sacar de mi cabeza (I can’t get you out of my head)’’ Rudy murmured, all of a sudden, and your heart skipped a beat. You weren’t fluent speaking Spanish, your accent and your embarrassment prevented you from doing better, but you were fluent in understanding it. But that was a fact that only Colonel Vargas knew, the rest of the Vaqueros thought you barely knew some sentences.

As the two of you walked down your street, Rudy poured his heart out to you. How much he had tried to get over what he thought at first was a silly crush on the new face. How many times he had longed to be brave enough to ask you out when he had heard the others mentioning how you had rejected them. How many nights he had been awake, unable to sleep, just thinking about you. 

All of that he said in Spanish. And you understood every word.

Finally, you arrived at the door of your building, and Rudy sighed, starting to release your shoulder. But you turned around to face him, your hands reaching up to rest on his chest, looking up at his startled face.

‘‘Tell me something else in Spanish, Rudy…’’ You begged, your voice low and sweet, and beneath your fingers on his chest you felt his pulse falter. Hesitatingly, his hands found purchase on your waist, trembling, almost expecting you to reject him. But you didn’t.

Slowly, he leaned in until he could brush your ear with his lips, his breath raising your skin in goosebumps.

‘‘Amar es combatir, es abrir puertas,

dejar de ser fantasma con un número

a perpetua cadena condenado

por un amo sin rostro;

el mundo cambia

si dos se miran y se reconocen’’

(To love is to battle, to open doors, 

to cease to be a ghost with a number 

forever in chains, forever condemned 

by a faceless master; the world changes 

if two look at each other and recognize each other.)

You exhaled the breath you had been holding without realizing, feeling the brush of Rudy’s lips on your earlobe as he murmured the verses against your skin. Your fingers dig slightly in his chest over his shirt, and you felt more than heard the low grunt that came from deep within his chest. His hands gripped your waist tighter.

‘‘Isn’t that… Piedra del Sol, by Octavio Paz?’’ You whispered, brushing your own lips on the side of his neck, breathing him in, and you smirked when he tensed, feeling the warmth of his skin as he blushed.

‘‘How… you…’’ Rudy cleared his throat, feeling stupid, but his hands gripped you tighter, forcing you closer until your bodies were flush. ‘‘You understand Spanish’’

‘‘I do’’ You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his neck, feeling his quickened pulse. ‘‘But I think I need more Spanish lessons, Rudy… only if you are the teacher’’

He chuckled, one of his hands leaving your waist to cup your jaw and force you to tilt your head upwards, so he could see your eyes and your smile before he leaned in and kissed you.

‘‘Creo que tienes razón, mi amor (I think you’re right, my love)’’ 

The following morning, you missed your meeting. 

#fall4rudy #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #rodolfo x reader #rudy parra #rudy cod #cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare 2

[jelly59392]

fucking your neighbour (18+) - sub!aki x reader

PAIRING. sub!aki x afab!reader

LENGTH. 2.3k words

CONTENT. 18+. neighbour!au. dom!reader x sub!aki. aki w/ praise kink. lots of moaning. aki touching himself for you. your titties get a bit abused. fingering. unprotected sex. riding aki.

SYNOPSIS. aki complains about you making too much noise, but you hear him moaning your name one night. you go up his door to give him the best fuck of his life.

—

You hear an impatient knock outside your flat. Through the peephole, you are both relieved and worried to see the same tall figure you’ve been getting a little too familiar with lately. You open the door and let out an awkward smile.

“Hello, Aki…”

“Good evening. This is the third time I’m asking you to make less noise.” the guy says dryly.

Aki moved in the vacant room next door a few weeks ago. Your first time meeting was a lot more amiable. He was quiet, but not unfriendly. Quite the good-looker, too. Seeing him taking in his boxes, all sweaty and out of breath under the summer sun, it did a number on you. You offered him a glass of water, which he politely gulped down. However, as the days went by, or the nights more exactly, you’ve come to realise that the walls are quite thin. The first time he visited to ask you to make less noise, he acknowledged how improper it was to knock on someone’s door in the middle of the night. Unfortunately it was not the last time he had to do that.

He's at your door in his sleepwear –  an oversized shirt and sweatpants – a conservative outfit, but through which a satisfying silhouette can still be drawn out under all the fabric. He stares at you irritated with tired eyes. Poor man just wants to sleep.

After his last warning, you are quiet as a mouse, barely going around. Each time you have to get up at night, you tiptoe and cruise in slow-motion. It probably makes you look unbelievably stupid, but at least your hot neighbour is no longer complaining.

You never bump into him again, and the only clue that shows he is still well and alive is the laundry he hangs out on his balcony. It varies from sober t-shirts to white button-ups. Probably works in an office. But, shameful as it is, what catches your eye most today, are his underwear. He owns several pairs of black boxers he thoughtlessly cycles through. How boring. Nonetheless, you can’t help but wonder how he’d look, wearing nothing but that, how fitting they’d be, how his bulge would look in them. Before the picture of your fantasy can even turn into focus, Aki himself steps out on the balcony for his morning smoke. You freeze, deer caught in the headlights. But, Aki is even more taken aback than you.

“Morning;” he mutters. He likely feels awkward facing you after all that complaining. Seeing how quiet you’ve been, he can tell you’ve been trying hard not to disturb him. “Mh. Do you mind?” pointing at his cigarette, still nested in the corner of his mouth. “Oh, go ahead…” your cheeks burning up. You can’t believe just a second ago you were thinking a bit too hard about what he looked like in the underwear, floating proud in the wind like a raised flag. You want to crawl back inside but don’t want to strike it as him scaring you off either, so you just keep stretching, in the awkward silence. As absurd as it feels, you feel like he’s occasionally catching glimpses of you, picking up anything about you, your profile, your silhouette. He finally finishes his smoke after what felt like ages, bids you goodbye and goes back in.

That night, you go to bed early. Aki being all you can think about, you're hoping to move on to something else by knocking yourself dead asleep. However, getting in bed early does not mean being able to fall asleep early. You toss and turn before resolving to stare at your ceiling and face how awkward things were this morning on the balcony. If you hadn’t woken him up so many times, he’d be a lot friendlier. Maybe you could've asked him out then. Frustrated at the papery walls, you silently kick your sheets.

Once you’ve settled down, your mind drifts to smaller details of the interaction. The boxers. The cigarette hanging on his lip. His discrete gaze.

Dammit. What a sexy motherfucker.

You drag your hand to your chest, and imagine it’s Aki palming it, with the same hand that lights up his lighter. Your feet curl up. Your other hand finds its way to your thigh. He’d look so pretty beneath you, breathless, his stern gaze melted with lust. The thought makes you let out a soft exhale. You imagine how dishevelled he would be as you suck him off slowly and teasingly. More low hums come out your mouth. But you stop dead in your tracks when you hear something.

A sigh. No. A murmur.

You listen closely.

It’s a moan.

It’s a moan that takes your breath away. In the stillness, you hear more of it come out. Fapping sounds. Your mind goes blank. Good lord, it’s Aki. Judging by the sound and the speed, he’s jerking himself. You’re embarrassingly relieved he’s doing it alone. Muttered words travel through the wall. He’s holding his voice back as much as he can. You can only discern a string of “Fuck” escaping through his teeth.

You become worried about how even the quietest sounds can be heard next door, and understand Aki’s nightly complaints a lot better. Everything sounds like it’s in the same room. However, your worries are flood out by his low voice. The sound is hotter than you’d like to admit, and lewd images fuel your mind. You can see him: sat on his couch, hands in his pants, stroking his length, eyelashes fluttering, mouth twisted.

You gulp down harshly. Before you even realise it, your underwear is soaking wet.

You don’t move, too afraid he’d hear you too. Perhaps he already has.

However, through the mutters, you make out something that shocks you even more than the whole ordeal already does. You hear your name. Slip out his mouth.

Is he insane, you ask yourself. Your brain is fried. You slide on your slippers and make way to his door. Two clear knocks. “It’s me.” you call out. There’s a long silence. You can’t hear a thing. He is taking a while to get the door. You’re starting to panic, regretting knocking on his door for no reason. Maybe he was just thinking about someone with the same name? Maybe I’m thinking too highly of myself? What if he ignores me at his doo-

Before your last thought even finishes, the door is whipped open. Aki’s in his work clothes. Shirt buttoned up, pants straight. He looks like he literally just came home. But his shirt is freshly wrinkled, tucked in his pants in a rush. Cheeks rosy, skin dewy, his breath is short and panting. He doesn’t say anything. His steel blue eyes flicker with fear, guilt. And excitement. The silence answers enough of your questions.

You snap. You slowly press your hands into his chest, pushing him back into his home, and he lets you do. The door cleanly closes behind you. And you’re suddenly in a dark room.

“Did you call my name on purpose, knowing I might hear you?” you ask sternly as you drag your fingers across his chest.

He inhales sharply, and says almost in a whisper, “There was a chance you wouldn’t hear me. Another chance you’d do, but ignore me.” You step closer. “And another that’d you’d react to me calling your name.”

You laugh softly, “And you were the one complaining about me making noise?” You can hear him smile, relieved.

His fingers brush your arms, sending shivers down your spine, and admits, “When I heard you…”

“That got you hard? Mmh?” you caress just as gently his linen pants. You can feel him brick hard. “Did you know I was imagining all sorts of things with you ?” you tease. You can draw out his shocked expression in the night.

He pauses before asking, “What did you think about ?”

“Well, first… I thought about how you’d look like in your tight little boxers.” fingers undoing his silky button up, wrists grazing his nipples. The discarded shirt reveals a smooth chest. You can see it puff up with each inhale. It’s cute how hard he’s trying to control his breath, erratic before everything happening before his eyes. You caress his arms, tracing every line and definition, fingertip like a water drop trickling down his skin. His lips flatten, forbidding him from making any ungracious grunts. His eyes are locked on you, but you can feel them haze as you touch him. You play with the hem of his pants and catch sight of the boxers’ width band peaking through. You grin. His stomach rises up and down. His expression is expectant, he can’t wait for you to take them off. But instead, he’s suddenly deprived of your touch. You walk to his couch, plop yourself onto it, “Keep doing what you were doing before I came in.”

Aki is planted where he is. “Be good, and touch yourself.” you order. He gulps, and undoes his pants, dropping to pool around his ankles. You’re relishing in the sight. He looks even better than what you’ve imagined. He leaves his pants on the floor and rests on a chair. You have VIP full front view. Your intense stare only makes his cock harder. He rubs his clothed bulge as if it could release some tension. His hand finally dives in his boxer and gives his shaft a few pump. He seems incredibly sensitive, having to touch himself again before you. He inhales sharply as his strokes become more consistent. His cock is pulled out for more freedom. Your eyes can’t help but glimmer at the sight. It’s girthy, and just the right size. You're salivating. His face distorts as he rubs his angry red tip in his palm. Oh, how you’ve dreamt to see him finally break his permanent neutral expression. You simply cross your legs, lean back into the leather couch, and enjoy the show. Your panties are dripping wet at this point, if you were to stand up, it just might leak down your thighs.  

“You are so handsome,” you praise, “so sexy, so good, so precious.” His eyebrows knit closer together at your words. His mouth hangs sluttily. He lasts a lot longer than you expect, and finally cums in his hand, not without a few quiet moans.

He’s knocked out from his climax. You walk over to him. You clean him up, straddle him, careful not to hurt him, and nest your ass on his welcoming lap. He cradles you in his arm before kissing you feverishly. Mouth open, lips glistening, tongue sliding.

“You’re a great kisser”, you manage to say between two kisses.

“Not as good as you”, he lets out quickly before taking you in again. You bite his lower lip and pull. He moans deliciously. You’re having the time of your life. And so is he. “I've liked you since the glass of water” he tells whilst still devouring your lips.

“Wait, really?” you pull away. He looks like he can't hear anything, wanting to kiss you again, but comes back to his senses.

“Yes, and I'd go crazy when you'd open the door in those shorts” he says as he plays with the hem of them.

“What, you perv'! Did you knock on my door in the middle of the night just for that?” you hit his chest jokingly.

"No, you really were making a ruckus. Were you rearranging your furniture every night ?" The both of you laugh.

You recompose yourself as you lift up your shirt and uncover your chest, “I also thought of you fondling my tits”. He’s almost drooling. He blows on your chest. The cold air makes you wince. His hands hovers them, feathering your erect nipples. Soon, he’s kneading your boobs harshly, his long fingers sinking into the softness. You buck back your hips into him and hold onto him tighter. His mouth latches onto them. He sucks, bites, licks, and sucks them more. You can’t believe your tits are getting violated by your neighbour. You add a “Finger me, too.” to his task list. He doesn’t miss a beat and snakes his hand down your belly to your thigh before coming back to your pussy. You can feel him smiling against your breast as his fingers are immediately coated in your arousal. You tell him how you want to be touched: one finger in whilst the hand slams against your clit. He promptly gets the memo and starts fucking your walls exactly how you like it. Your moans are already slipping out. His mouth and hands all work hard to please you. You bury your face in his hair. It smells like shampoo. You rejoice. He even smells nice. You’re starting to feel your high coming. Walls tightening, heart rate skyrocketing. But you immediately command him to stop. His body freezes. You tell him, “I will fuck you till you can’t stand”. He can’t tell if it’s a threat or a promise, but he can’t wait.

He rubs his dick against your pussy, coating it with your arousal, before angling it at your entrance. You sit down slowly on him and feel your walls stretch deliciously around his juicy cock. He whips his head back in pleasure. As soon as you adjust to him, you begin bobbing up and down on his lap and fucking him good. Lewd sounds and wet slaps bounce on the room’s walls. You can feel your high coming up again, and this time you will cum hard on his dick. You increase your pace, willingly overstimulating him, using him like a living dildo. Aki is holding onto dear life. His length scrapes your insides so good, your walls clench around him as you ride out your high. He keeps chanting your name as quietly as he can when he finds himself on the edge of his high too. He's bucking up his hips into you, plundering your pussy. You're cumming a second time with him. Your walls are clenching so hard around his dick. His moans turn into whimpers, soft mewls, gibberish flowing out his mouth as he slowly pumps into you and fills you with his cum.  

“Ah- Fuck… Fuck me.” His cheeks are flushed, almost feverish. His eyes are looking at your face, but man probably can’t register a thing. You kiss him chastely.

“We’re nowhere near done, boy”, you smile.

it's difficult to create a sexy but not completely unrealistic scenario for strangers to lovers!

#aki hayakawa #chainsaw man #aki #aki x reader #aki x y/n #aki x you #sub aki #chainsaw man smut #smut #dom reader #sub character #aki smut #csm smut

[goldengirlls]

Hi angel me again,

Slightly begging for you to create filthy texts for dbf or Stevie/bucky/all saints no sinners 😛😘

oh my gosh!! baby girl holy mother of jesus!! I feel like this fits bambi more than anything. she’s such a little tease and brat to bucky— she loves pushing his buttons and she does it every chance she gets!!

especially when he’s at work and she acts all innocent when she shows up to the office to bring bucky “lunch” after sending pictures of herself with just his dog tags around her neck. and she does bring feed him... just not with the food she brought him.

instead of texts i thought i’d create the aftermath of what those texts led to!

tease

pairings— dbf!bucky barnes x reader

warnings — unprotected sex, degradation, slight dumbification, spit kink, exhibitionist, fingering (anal)

summary— actions have consequences

authors note — needed office sex desperately and im obsessed with the gif & i wrote this fast so im sorry for errors!!

𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 | 𝗌.𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

“Bambi, such a bad girl.” Bucky’s cock hitting every nerve and vein, making your eyes see the back of your head, “Sendin’ me pictures when I’m in meetings, fuck.”

It was harmless, really. A few pictures of you with just his dog tags on and maybe your pussy on display in the mirror across from his bed. A text following reading come home and play.

“She’s swallowin me right up baby, just like you did a couple minutes ago.” He chuckles as his cock slams in and out of you, brushing your spongey spot.

Your moans piercing his ears, grabbing a fistful of your hair and bringing your back to his chest— his pace never faltering. Black smeared under your eyes from your lips being wrapped his cock and the back of your throat sore from it hitting the back of it.

“ ‘m sorry daddy, just needed you today.” You somehow manage to push out of your fuzzy brain, your thighs shaking as your orgasm builds up.

“I know, such a dumb baby,” He moans watching his cock push in and out of you, your slick wrapped around his cock, the sound of your wetness making him moan, “Need daddy to touch ya all the time? Can’t do anything without me can ya baby? Silly girl.” His mind going to your puckered hole with the thoughts of his cock in there.

“Hear that?” The mixture of his cum and yours making the most beautiful sound each time he pushes in and out of you.

“Need daddy to fill all your pretty holes?” His hand smacking your ass, “Can daddy touch your other hole baby?” His question coming out as a moan.

You whine in response, slamming your ass harder into him as a yes.

“Need a yes baby.” Bucky’s hand tightens around your waist, anticipation oozing from him, just like his cum inside of you.

“Touch my hole daddy.” Moaning your pathetic response to him and making you wetter than you were before.

The mere thought has Bucky’s balls feel heavier, His tongue licking his lips as he brings his lips together spitting in between your spread cheeks watching it slide slowly between them.

His hand traveling to your mouth, “Get em nice and wet for me Bambi.” Two fingers shoved in your mouth, tongue dancing around his forefinger and middle finger and releasing them with a pop. Slowly he moves them to glide through your cheeks inching to your virgin hole.

It’s pornographically beautiful— you under him, mumbling incoherent nonsense as he slowly presses one finger into your hole.

Millions of thoughts swim through his mind. The one thought he’s thought of too may times is his cock stretching your puckered hole as it sucks him in each time he snaps his hips. The thought of his fingers fucking your weeping pussy as his cock leaks inside of your hole as you tell him don’t stop or ‘m cumming.

And that forbidden thought alone makes him twitch inside of your pussy needing to cum in you.

“Fuck Bambi— such a tight little hole and it’s all mine. Little virgin hole. Mine.” He grunts slamming his cock into you— sloppy and desperate for his release.

“All yours, wan’ you to fuck it daddy.” It’s desperate and with a few hiccups in between each word.

“Breed every hole daddy.” Clenching around his dick— close to your orgasm and asking for permission.

“Shit, babt.” Slipping another finger into your hole, slowly pushing them in an out as he begins scissoring them, needing to stretch you out for the next time.

It’s pathetic to him, how you manage to beg for him and in return he begs you to bring pleasure to him and your body. Marking it, breeding you and somehow its a display of love.

“Can’t wait to fuck this hole and fill it with me. As it drips to your pussy.” Bucky moans out, his head falling low and your sweet sounds filling his thoughts.

“ ‘nna cum daddy.” You pathetically moan, grapping the edge of your desk, tears running down your face, skirt lifted around your waist and your shirt open with your nipples hard from the cool air hitting them.

“Yeah daddy’s dumb baby needs to cum?” He mocks you slamming harder into you as you mewl in response, “It’s okay too stupid to respond, you can cum baby.”

“Be a good girl and cum on daddy’s cock.” Thrusting his fingers in your puckered hole as he pulls your orgasm from you.

And he swears he’s seen stars today, between having his cock in your mouth, then your pussy and now having two fingers shoved into your puckered hole— you are heaven.

The sounds you make and every sinful thing occurring before him has him coming undone, cumming in you, coating your velvet walls as he fucks you full of him. Slowing his pace down and pulling his fingers free from you.

“Now you’re gonna sit here with me inside your little pussy until daddy’s done.” Placing a sloppy kiss on your jaw and bringing you down onto his lap with him.

tags: @mackenzielovee @r0und3bitch @onmykneesforrafe @emmabarnes

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes au #bucky smut #smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #dbf!bucky barnes #marvel smut #marvel #sebatian stan #sebastian stan smut #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky drabble #james buchanan barnes #mcu imagine #my writing #dilf!bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader smut

[nerdieforpedro]

Can we talk for a minute?

Chapter 3 of "This is the Neighborhood Din" Series

Din Djarin (Modern AU) x Sierra Harris (plus size OFC)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2.6k

Warnings: Brief mention of injuries, awkward texting, HOA beef, boyfriends alert, that one nosy coworker, Grogu is adorable

Summary: Things have been a bit off between Din and Sierra, though individually they are doing well. Luke and Greef agree to disagree and our boyfriends are here! Dinner usually makes things better, maybe.

Notes: We meet more characters in our neighborhood or at least in Din and Sierra's orbit. I did my best with the teaching and mechanical engineering stuff. 👀 I did figure out how to make dividers finally! 😍

Main Masterlist/ Din Djarin - The Mandalorian Masterlist/ This is the Neighborhood Din Series

Two days. Sierra hasn’t spoken to Din for two days. She’d mainly been hiding in her room. She’d actually seen more of Din’s son Grogu. Johnnie Mae and Sierra never spoke about the other night, she just helped change her bandages in silence. She felt bad for not telling the truth to her aunt. Johnnie Mae felt offended that Sierra thought she couldn’t tell her. She should be able to tell her anything.

Today, Sierra had to leave the house to go into the middle school she’s supposed to be teaching at. She’d done the background check, now it was ID photos and to meet the department head of the sciences to check in. Her hair is on top of her head in a tight bun with her favorite poppy red scrunchie in it, she made sure her edges were as flat as she could get them. She wore her brown flats, a navy blue skirt and a black button down shirt. She didn’t tuck it in to cover her tummy so she pulled her skirt up and over. It was a long sleeve shirt to cover the bandages, there were a few less thankfully but she didn’t need any questions of that nature at her new job. This is a new start. All of it is a new beginning.

“Good morning Ms. Sierra!”

A small voice called her name as she saw bouncing chocolate curls before seeing his cute little face. He was waving as his father stood behind him in a red Henley shirt, a sweatshirt tucked over his brown satchel and a gray lunchbox in his opposite hand. Grogu held his bright green lunch box with a large frog on it. He ran up to Sierra. “How are you? You’re going out today? You usually are working on a project in your room right? Miss Harris said it’s a difficult one. Good luck!” The sweet little boy said before heading over to his father’s black SUV. Din nodded and his son quickly puffed out his cheeks. “Daddy! You’re supposed to say good morning, manners are important right? Isn’t that what Uncle Greef says?” Din chuckles and turns to face Sierra.

“Good morning Sierra. You look pretty today. Something important?” He asked. He was curious about so much more, but it isn’t the right time to ask at 7:30 in the morning. She’s been avoiding him and he understands but he couldn’t help but wonder how she was doing after such an intimate moment. She doesn’t expect him to really put it out of his mind right? Sierra smiled and nodded.

“Yes. I’ve gotten most of my stuff set up at my new school so I’m meeting with the science department head to get a feel of what they’re teaching and how I can fit into it. I’m excited but also so nervous. I just hope it goes well.” In explaining, she touches her left arm, the worse of the two, she released it as soon as she noticed that Din looked down at her arm. “It’s a lot better. I…maybe in another week or two.” She doesn’t want to go into any detail, not with little Grogu here. She hoped he wouldn’t ask anymore, not right now.

“That’s great. And you’ll do an amazing job. They’ll be lucky to have you. Let me know how it goes tonight.” Din offered, he wanted to extend an invitation, a reason for them to talk. At least he would know if she was willing to. Grogu had opened the door and was up in the truck. 

“Daddy! We can’t be late! You made a wrong turn the last time!” Grogu yelled, making both Din and Sierra look over at the truck. Din waved and so did Sierra who hopped in their vehicles and drove off to start their days.

Johnnie Mae watched from her screen door with a grin. “Maybe I won’t have to do anything, ‘cept keep an eye out to make sure that bastard never goes near her again. Thank God they’re divorced.”

Greef Karga did not see himself as a difficult man. He felt he was fair as far as the leader of the Homeowners Association was concerned. Most people in the neighborhood conformed to the rules about grass length, approved colors on the siding and shutters. Even roof material. There was one thorn in Greef’s side. He thought it might have been the Djarin’s who he knew through some business dealings with metal supplies for different universities and labs. They’ve settled in well so far.

Luke Skywalker and his damn grass.

Luke Skywalker and his damn charcoal gray shutters.

Luke Skywalker and his damn trailer sitting in front of his house, gathering dust and rust.

Greef was walking toward the house in question, Luke was sitting in his usual spot on his porch, drinking his brand of liquor - Blue Space Milk.

“Hey Greef, what can I do for you today?”

Standing at the top of his steps, his hands were on his hips as he sucked his teeth. 

“You know what Luke. At the very least, the trailer that I’ve never seen you use. You don’t have any registered business that you can use it with.”

Luke chuckled as he took a swig of his blue liquor, some of it dribbled in his beard and wiped on the bottom of his tan sweater. 

“It’s on my property, I don’t see why you’re worried about it. There was just someone who moved in a few days ago. Clearly property values aren’t too bad. Like you keep claiming it would bring down prices.”

Greef rolled his eyes and sat down across Luke. “One thing Luke. If not the trailer, then the grass. I’ve seen three snakes in the last two weeks.”

Luke stroked his beard and leaned back in his chair. “I’ll think about it, if you buy me some more Blue Space Milk.”

“That shit is $100 a bottle and I don’t like your dusty, cranky, lazy ass. I’m not buying you a damn thing.”

“That’s a damn shame, Greef. I’m not doing shit.”

Greef snickered and stood up. “That’s alright Luke. I know someone who can motivate you. See you later.” Karga walked back down the porch stairs and threw Luke a thumbs up while the grumpy bearded man tipped his bottle toward him. Skywalker didn’t have the foggiest idea what Greed could be up to. He hadn’t been able to get him to comply with rules thus far, so he wasn’t worried about it.

Din watched as Grogu ran towards the double doors after giving him a hug. He’d be able to drop him off at school the first month, but after that, he needs to be at work at 7am and off by 4pm but thankfully in addition to being able to play with the other kids, Ms. Harris would keep Grogu for before and after school care. After making sure his son was safely in school, he pondered if he should send a text to Sierra. He did have her number for the other night but he didn’t know if it would be a bit much. They did at least speak today. He decided he would think about it more as he headed to work.

Sierra had finished her short meeting with the principal and was on her way to meet with the science department head. Things went well, the principal said that depending on how things went, next year, she might be able to join as a full time teacher instead of just subbing. Thinking about this morning, he’d reached out even though he didn’t have to. She honestly thought it was best not to speak to him, keep her distance. She believed that she had put way too much on him in their first meeting. But despite that, Sierra’s mind wandered to how he held her, how safe she felt, that he told her it was okay to be fragile. 

Thinking about it made her cry. Half the time she thought it was because he pitied her, but she thought about what he said and did. Asking if it was okay, apologizing because he thought he may have done something to make things worse. The care Din showed her in that one evening. Sierra needed time to accept it, that it’s alright. 

She arrived at the department head’s office and she was finishing up a call so she decided to send him a text. Opening her messages, she saw the cute pictures of Grogu and her aunt napping on the couch. Sighing with a soft smile, Sierra sent him a text:

Good morning Din. So far things went well with the principal and I’m going to meet with the department after her call. I hope you and Grogu are having a good day. Maybe you should come by for dinner tonight with Grogu. If you’d like. 

The department head got off her call and waved Sierra in. She entered with an extra pep in her step. She was taking another small step forward.

Din was in the middle of applying a concentrated torch to a sheet of aluminum alloy to see if by adding bronze to it would help increase it’s melting point and also be cost effective. So far, the temperature was up to 600 degrees Fahrenheit in the testing chamber as Din, Ray and Finn watched the experiment closely, taking notes. That way, it could be used to withstand temperatures needed for all sorts of applications. While bringing the temperature down, they discussed what they were going to eat for lunch. Din had packed his own from home, Ray did the same and Finn was waiting on his ride.

“I swear, he’s always late! He’s lucky he has all that curly hair and other attributes…” Finn’s voice trailed off as Din and Ray snickered. They knew exactly what Finn was referring to as it referenced his boyfriend. John and Mark, who’d helped Din move in, stopped by their lab to ask how things were going in the new house. Din said they were going well and that his neighbors were proving to be really hospitable. As they chatted, Rey chimed in asking about Grogu and school. Din said that it had only been a day but he was taking to it well, already having a friend in Quinton who they both originally met at Ms. Harris’ home.

“Hello good people! Have you seen an intelligent gentleman with a perfect brown leather jacket on?” A voice that they were all familiar with had them turning toward the door, with arms stretched out, only two buttons secured so all of his chest wouldn’t be out and bouncing obsidian curls with a bright white smile to match strolled slowly into the lab. 

Ray rolled her eyes hard and pointed to Finn who had stood up, picked up back and threw his arms round Poe’s shoulders. “You need to stop running late. I only have thirty minutes for lunch.” Poe kissed Finn’s neck and pulled back.

“I know, I know, but where we’re going has that coconut cream pie you love. Then I’ll make it up to you later.” 

“You naughty pilot you. Alright, let’s go.” Finn grinned and as he walked out, he popped a palm on Poe’s ample derriere. 

Din and company chuckled and went to his workstation. He let Rey chat with John and Mark while he went to go eat his lunch. He had a chicken sandwich with pringles and a strawberry applesauce cup that Grogu had stuck in his lunch that morning stating that he needed more color in his lunch and some fruit. He smiled at the applesauce and wondered if Grogu was having a good day too. He took out his phone and saw a notification and his eyebrows raised at the name: Sierra Harris. Din read it three times, trying to make sure there weren't any hidden meanings, there were not. He texted her back:

Good afternoon Sierra. Sorry for not seeing this earlier. I was working in the lab and I usually leave my phone at my workstation for safety. I hope things went well with the department head. They’ll make you full time by next year. We’d love to come by for dinner tonight. Let me know what time we need to be there.

Din sent it as Rey peeped over his shoulder. “Who’s Sierra? She’s met Grogu, that sounds serious.” Din closed his eyes and then looked up at Rey, annoyed. 

“You don’t have to be in everyone’s business Rey. Go back over to John and Mark. Nothing over here is any of your concern.” He stated flatly. Rey was a good colleague, though, but a busybody. He made sure that for the first two years of working with her, she didn’t know he had a kid. Of course when she found out, she took it upon herself to match him up with single moms and women into DILFs. A term he didn’t need to know about and was sorry he knew about. Rey took the hint and left him alone as he peered back at his phone. Three dots were rolling across the screen.

Sierra replied: Dinner will be at six tonight. I look forward to seeing you. What did you mean by safety? Do you work a dangerous job? My meeting with the department head went well. I start next week as there’s a teacher out with COVID. 

Um, is this a lot? This texting during the day? Since your job is dangerous, maybe I shouldn’t.

Din saw her delete the second message and he chuckled when she wrote:

You saw that didn’t you? How lame is that? It is too much, isn’t it?

His response was swift as he didn’t want her to spiral which to looked that was already in progress:

Texting me is fine. I won’t always be able to answer because I handle volatile compounds at work. That and I’m usually the one telling my co-workers to not be on the phone all the time. It’s not too much. Just type what you want to say Sierra.

Sierra could hear each message in the same comforting voice from two days ago. It made her smile as she leaned against her car, getting ready to head back home. She figured she would type it since he said to type what she wanted to say:

I didn’t say it the other night and I should have. Thank you so much for what you both said and did Din. That entire day for me was insane and I could only process so much. I should have said it sooner. I’ll explain better in person. I owe you that, tonight after dinner.

Din decided against telling her that she didn’t need to explain anything to him. He did want to know everything about what happened the other day and what led up to it. He’d only known her for a few days so he’ll take what information he can get.

You’re welcome Sierra. Tell me what you’re comfortable with. There’s plenty of time. I look forward to our sit down after dinner.

Din could kick himself…’sit down’? That sounds like she’s in trouble. Being team leader of these goofballs and Grogu’s dad might have rendered his vocabulary a bit lacking. Sierra only laughed at his word choice and got in her car to go home. She’s going to bake a cake tonight. It’s going to be special.

Chapter Two Chapter Four

Peeps who want to hang out with Poe and Finn: @readingiskeepingmegoing @604to647 @syd-djarin @yorksgirl @harriedandharassed @survivingandenduring @drawingdroid @katw474 @trulybetty @bitchwitch1981 @soft-girl-musings @tinytinymenace @djarinmuse @littlemisspascal @pedroshotwifey @megamindsecretlair

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin au #the mandalorian #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x ofc #this is the neighborhood din #grogu and din

[chvnnie]

Okay, I'll be discussing CNC so here is your warning.

I feel like Lee Know would be into CNC because he loves the power play & the trust you have to submit to whatever he desires.

Obviously you'd wear a necklace or jewellery to indicate a scene and have a safe word.

Like I can imagine him coming home from a concert with so much adrenaline in him that he could just take his stress out on you.

'Just take it darling, I'll make you feel so good afterwards'.

i got sick before i could answer this but she’s recovering now and can’t get this out of her head so

smut below the cut

SMUT - MINORS DNI

WARNING: CONTAINS CNC AND SOMNOPHILIA. PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF THOSE TOPICS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

minho is typically softer with you. the tough exterior doesn’t exist often in the bedroom. sure he likes to tease, to push your buttons and make you squirm, but he’s typically fairly gentle. sweet. full of praise and affection, worshipping you like the ethereal goddess you are.

but sometimes he just can’t help it; the low key sadist inside him clawing, begging to get out. itching to make you cry, to tie you up and make you beg for mercy.

especially on days like today. minho is fucking pent up, the overwhelming stress of back to back shows finally getting to him. he’s overworked, exhausted, and pumped full of so much fucking adrenaline from the high of performing that he needs something to do.

the clock had just struck midnight when the front door shuts behind him, louder than he intended it too. he can’t help it. there’s just so much going on. he needs something to do.

it’s nights like tonight that he’s grateful you helped him set up a home gym. deciding to spend a few hours exercising the frustration out, he heads to the bedroom, purposely being more quiet as to not wake you up.

he starts rummaging through the dresser, look for a pair of workout shorts when he hears you tossing on the bed behind him. afraid that he’s making to much noise, minho turns around to check that you’re still asleep.

and you are. lips parted, soft snores leaving your lips; there’s no room to question whether or not you’re still sleeping. you’re curled up in the middle of the bed, cuddling with one of his pillows as a replacement for him. it’s sweet to watch as you snooze, happily resting in the king sized bed.

but then he realizes what shirt you’re wearing. that little black tank top with the frilly fringe around the neckline. and suddenly, it’s not sweet anymore.

he closes the dresser, the idea of working out no longer appealing. slowly, still careful as to not wake you, minho pulls the comforter off your body. you’re not wearing pants, just a pair of white cotton panties and the top.

he’s found something better to relieve his stress.

minho’s movements are gentle, even though he’s literally shaking with the need to grab you and fuck you into oblivion. to take what he wants. and according to your shirt, that’s exactly what you want — a long conversation setting out rules and guidelines for your sexual relationship. when wearing this specific tank top, you’re giving him permission to take you whenever he wants, however he wants, wherever he wants.

and he fucking wants you. now.

he’s pleasantly surprised to find a small grey spot on your panties, dampness leaking through. they stick to your folds, so slick and sticky that he has to carefully peel them off. even after you’re stripped of your panties, you’re still sleeping. still snoring.

good. he’s not ready for you to wake up yet.

minho pushes his sweats down just enough to free his cock, spitting in his hands and pumping the length until he deems it wet enough. typically, he would take his time to prep you. to make sure you’re ready for him.

but this was anything but typical. this was something special, and fuck he can’t wait anymore.

slowly, he works the head inside you. fuck, you’re so tight, he’s not even sure the rest of his cock will fit. but he won’t give up, easing himself deeper and deeper. somehow you stay asleep as he bottoms out, squeezing around him in your sleep.

“fuck.” he grunts, lifting a hand to your face to brush the frizzy hair away. “what are you dreaming about, baby? what has you clenching like this?”

minho only gets two or three deep, slow thrusts in before he sees your face scrunch, sleepy groans going straight to his cock. the pace picks up, and that’s when your eyes begin to flutter open.

bringing your hands to your face, tiny fists rub your eyes. “m-min? what’s going-“ your sentence is cut short by a moan of surprise as he slams into you borderline aggressively.

your hands fall, eyes now wide in shock and confusion. minho watches as it all clicks in your mind, jaw dropped and whimpering as he begins to get more rough with you.

“shhh, darling.” he says with the most twisted grin, loving the looks you’re giving him. minho thanks every star that you decided to wear that top to bed tonight. “just take it like a good girl. i’ll make you feel good later.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #lee know smut #minho smut #lee minho smut #chvnnie thots #chvnnie moots

[fleurbin]

your sweet gaze

hj drabble | masterlist

synopsis: in a game where there’s temptation and seduction, hyunjin fought his very best not to ditch a family dinner… or what if...?

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: romance, slight fluff, eventual smut

warnings: swearing, too much sexual tension, eye fucking, just hyunjin being super whipped

word count: 745 words

Sighing to yourself, you scanned your eyes over the different varieties of clothes in your closet. Your hands rested both on the sides of your waist and your lips formed a thin line.

You grabbed a few dresses and placed them on top of the bed when the bathroom door suddenly burst open, revealing your fiancé.

He was only in his black slacks, without any top, and showing half of his body. His hair was disheveled and still slightly dripping wet from his shower.

If only you weren’t in a not-so-serious dilemma, you would drop anything just to keep your eyes on him and his toned abs all night.

But no, it was a serious woman’s matter at this moment.

“I left for a shower with you standing there, and yet how come I still found you at the same spot?” He asked, eyes skimming the pile of clothes on the bed. He then shifted his gaze on you and your body, and his eyes suddenly turned darker than ever.

It was you, standing, only in your underwear. Bra and panty.

“I don’t know what to wear. Can you please help me?” You pouted, not even having a single thought about his desires.

If only this party wasn’t as important as it should be, he would ditch it just to have you lying under him all night.

However, as much as he wants to, he couldn’t do that. Tonight was the night for him to finally ask your parents’ approval for your wedding, and he thought it would be nice and more formal if it was done through a fancy dinner.

“Should I wear this one?” You grabbed a fitted, thin white string dress with a small slit on the left.

“That one’s too fucking hot, but I don’t mind. Wear what you want, love. You’ll look good at everything either way” He complimented you, mind still fogging.

You smiled and gave him a kiss on his cheek then went straight in front of the mirror. “Thanks!”

Hyunjin went to his side of the closet, grabbing something to wear. He then slid on a white and black striped button-down shirt, unconsciously matching the colors of your chosen outfit.

Settling himself on the bed, he watched you slipping on the tight dress. The sight was drooling him and he was so engrossed with the way how it emphasizes your curves.

“Do I look nice?” You turned your head to ask him but found him sprawled and manspreading on the edge of the bed, looking at you with his fiery gaze.

He nodded, a small smirk forming on his lips. “You look amazing…”

“Are you sure? Doesn’t it seem to be too revealing or not?” You worriedly ask, slowly walking towards him.

“Babe, don’t stress yourself out” Hyunjin puffed. He then grabbed your hand and settled you down on his thighs, locking you with his strong and veiny arms.

“Do you want me to show you how fucking gorgeous you are right now?” He smirked. “Does my baby want to hear her fiancé’s praises on her body?”

Warmth spread on your cheeks, tinting them in a pinker shade. “Stop it, Jinnie. You know we can’t be late for this”

You tried to stand up on your feet again but failed miserably when his grip on your waist tightened. You then felt kisses on your shoulder, traveling slowly all the way up to your collarbone.

“Let’s say… we’ll be late in 30 minutes. I’m sure they would understand” You heard his dark chuckle. Voice raspy than ever.

“We…” You stopped and briefly sighed at the feeling, slowly melting in his arms. “can’t…”

Hyunjin got you wrapped around his finger the moment he slid between your legs. Embarrassment flowed into you when he felt the slightly wet patch on your underwear. His long middle finger teased and lightly poked your entrance over the thin cloth.

“Shit, you’re driving me crazy, love” He cursed under his breath. He went a little harder and placed more pressure on your clit, earning a small whine from you

“Does this feel good?”

His other hand grabbed your chin, angling your face so he could look at you better. His soft lips crash on yours aggressively and you found yourself lost in satisfaction. With him slowly working you down there and his free hand tangled in your now messy hair, this was how he lost in a game of ditching your family’s dinner party.

a/n:

back with another drabble ! this one's more different and a lot spicier than my first ever work so i hoped yall liked it :D

also got the idea when i saw hyune's bed pics liKE STOP ??? I JUST CANT 😭

but anyways, thank you for supporting me and for liking/reblogging my works ! <33

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #skz #stray kids #skz imagines #hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin imagines #skz x reader #hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin smut

[127luvr]

hello i am back to request sumn again 🙏🙏 could i get a jisung (nct) x male reader. where jisung and reader are just hanging out which devolves into having an arm wrestle. they joke around a bit and the reader is like “if you win. you get a kiss from me.” and the reader ends up winning instead. and the reader is like “ig i get a kiss from you then” but is jk about it but also sort of serious internally. while jisung is a 100% serious and is like “yeah i can do that.” or sumn. yeah sumn more silly this time‼️‼️ the rest is up you!!!

Tangerine Love

Park Jisung x Male Reader

You always thought Jisung looked his best in the middle of the night. In a small shirt that landed just above his waist and hugged his biceps just right—adorning oversized sweatpants that hung just low enough that you caught sight of the waistband on his blue Calvin Klein boxers. He is biting the straw from his drink—scrunching his nose as he swerves his arms with the controller in his hand. You bit your lip, watching as his long fingers engulfed the small buttons.

“You totally rigged this game, (Y/n/n), it’s not fair.” You look up towards his face, picking at the skin on your bottom lip as his form a pout. You can’t help but watch as he stretches, hypnotized by how even his relaxed muscles seem to bulge out of his shirt. “Let’s play something else—”

“Let’s arm wrestle.” The quick response catches him off guard. It wasn’t anything the two of you haven’t done. Most of your hangouts alone concluded in fake wrestling matches that rolled into the middle of the night—where the two of you were too tired to decide who won and who lost. This time, Jisung was stunned, full lips parted as he visibly hesitated. “If you win you get to choose whatever you want.”

A minute passing feels like an eternity in the room. The video game music lonely as it makes the only noise that rings in your ears. Jisung’s face is stuck between confusion and being deep in thought as he considers what he could want from you.

“I want all the money in your bank account.” He manages to grab your arm as you shove him into the brown carpet. Faces inches apart as he descends into more laughter. You stay like this for a little, letting (h/c) hair cover your eyes just enough so he couldn’t see how dilated your pupils got the more you stared at him. “Okay seriously I wan—”

“If you win, you’ll get a kiss from me.” Jisung chokes on his tongue, followed by a long coughing fit as he manages to sit himself up. He’s resting back on his elbows as he avoids your gaze—wondering how you could be so casual when you threw in a request like that. Not that he wouldn’t want to.

The joke isn’t so much of a joke anymore as you internally freak out, silently wanting the floor to open up and swallow you whole. Before you could think of suggesting something else, Jisung’s head is nodding up and down—brown hair bouncing around his ears as he agrees. It’s how you found yourself in this predicament, elbow firm on Jisung’s old wooden stool that he kept in his closet. The worn down legs making it wobble when either one of you pressed down too hard. You could tell the mood is different, despite the desperate attempts of trying to lighten it up from both of you. This game was a matter of life or death. It had potential to end your friendship—or turn it into something more.

You catch Jisung’s eyes, a smirk forming on the right side of his mouth as he stares at your small frame. “What? Scared (Y/n)? You know I’ll win.”

“It’s cute that you think you can hurt me, Jisung Park.” And the mood is restored.

Jisung stifled a laugh, wrapping his fingers around your hand to get a head start. You make eye contact one last time, licking your lips subconsciously as the two of you silently start going against each other. The game is touch and go, one moment you feel yourself overwhelmed with doubt and the next you feel yourself wanting to laugh. The whole situation is comical. You can’t quite figure out why Jisung would agree to such an outlandish and odd prize. You feel him stumble back a little, clammy fingers sliding down your own as he uses his other hand to ground himself. You take advantage of this, using your full body weight to bring his arm down. Without thinking you slam his hand down, letting your arms fly up in the air as you celebrate your brief victory.

“Since I won, you know, I guess I’ll have to be the one to receive the kiss from you.” Jisung is thrown again, gears shifting in his brain as he stares at the hand that betrayed him. You want this to be a joke—for your well-being—but you know it’s not. You know it’s not by the way you watch as Jisung mentally battles himself, preparing to turn you down. Or so you think.

“I can totally do that for you.” He’s serious all of a sudden, palms face down on the wooden stool as he stares at you wide eye. He pushes it to the side, scooting himself closer to you so you’re just inches apart again. “Can you close your eyes?”

For the first time in the past hour, Jisung’s mind is blank. There are no thoughts of backing down from this as he brings his lips closer to your own, breathing heavily as he moves in closer. The initial contact starts from the corner of your lip, leaving a hot sensation from where his lips landed first. It’s no surprise when he doesn’t move, more of a peck instead of the kiss he intended, showing his lack of experience. It’s more than enough to keep you hanging though—eyes fluttering open as you gazed at the floor, stunned. But Jisung isn’t done. He dives in for more—following your lips as you lead him. He brings a hand to the back of your neck, playing with the back of your hair as he deepens the kiss, full lips now parted against your own.

You bring your hands up to wander around his body too—aiming first for the drawstring that ties up his sweatpants so they stay up. Next is the back of his neck too, tugging a little at the hair that curls around the base of his neck. He lets out a small laugh, smiling into the kiss as you make your way up to the skin under his shirt. Another fit of laughter.

“You’re tickling me.” Even when the two of you break apart, the sensation of his lips lingers on your own. You can’t help but bring your hand towards your lips, speechless. “I could go for another round.”

You know he means kissing wise, but you can’t help but tease him a little as you stare down at his swollen lips and hooded eyes. “What do I get this time when I beat you again?”

#park jisung #jisung #nct jisung #nct jisung x male reader #jisung x male reader #nct #nct dream #nct u #nct u x male reader #nct dream x male reader #nct x male reader #x male reader #hehe hi #it took…. a long time I’m sorry 🥲 #thank you for requesting 😁 #it’s not as silly as I wanted to make it and I’m not sure if I’m in love with it but… it’s growing on me #I think I might revamp it eventually but 🫨 #<3