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fmhobeus · 2 months

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so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

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writing-wh0re · 5 months

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“That's my girl, you take cock so well.”

♥ pairing: professor!nanami x professor!reader

♥ summary: Based on this ask “Reader is a new young and fun professor at the college and works in the same hall as Nanami. She challenges Nanami and his old school ways. Nanami ends up folding her up in his expensive car after class ends and makes her submit to him. ”

♥ warnings: smut 18+, oral, female performing oral, spit, slight throat fucking, praise, unprotected sex, creampie, car sex, cowgirl, mention of hickies, slight begging, pet names: baby, little plot with banter.

♥ wc: 2,523

♥ masterlist & taglist

You watch the tall blonde man in awe, with every comment written against the exam, his arm flexes ever so slightly, tensing the muscles with each stroke. God what you would give to feel his arms around your body, his hands on you.

Nanami reaches up to adjust his glasses causing a small panic to rush through you, not wanting to be caught eye fucking the man. You quickly move your mouse around, clicking blindly on the screen, fringing busyness.

“Y/n.”

You look up towards Nanami, embarrassingly quick, your mind in two places, hoping he didn’t catch you.

“I’m half way through these exams, could you cross mark this pile for me?”

You eyes glance over at the stack of stapled paper, at least 30 students work all compiled together.

“Paper exams? C’mon Nanami, that’s just punishing yourself.”

Nanami smirks slightly watching you move from your desk to his.

“It keeps my students honest.”

“Yeah and bored, I’m surprised anyone has a pen on them these days.”

You grab the stack of papers and head back to your desk before stopping yourself.

“Speaking of pens.” You trail off as Nanami presents you his red pen, knowingly having a pencil case full of others.

“Thanks.” Blush nips at your cheeks, adding a mental note to buy yourself pens.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence, each going over the exams. After a while your wrist starts to cramp.

“I don’t know how you do it.”

“Hmm.” Nanami hums, keeping his eyes on the test in front of him.

“How is your wrist not killing you? Cross marking my exams will be so much easier.”

Nanami chuckles, his eyes finally leaving the paper and connecting with yours.

“Why don’t you print yours out for me?”

“Why don’t I just give you a lesson in technology?”

A small smirk crosses his lips as he sits back in his chair, loosening his tie and crossing his arms over his chest.

“I have all night if you do.”

“Oh Nanami.” You sigh, wait, is that blush on his cheeks? You quickly push past the thought and continue. “You doubt my abilities, I’m a great teacher, it won’t take all night.”

Nanami smiles, looking at the window as thunder rumbles through the sky.

“Although, with your elderly ways yours might be the most time consuming.”

Nanami laughs, shaking his head at you before picking up his pen and continuing with his marking.

God, you wish you could have recorded that sound.

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“Okay, now this document allows for students to collaborate virtually, I use these documents to not force students into sectioned group work”

Nanami sighs, sitting back in his chair that is now squeezed in beside you.

“You’ll have to write this down for me.”

“The more you do it, the easier it will get.” You smile at him, watching as he nods, a slight frown over his brow.

“Hey, if you’d like I can come into a class when you’re introducing it to your students and help along the way.”

“The students won’t need help.”

“I wasn’t talking about the students.”

A silence falls between you two, the sound of thunder rumbling in the sky, the wind howling against the windows as rain begins to pitter patter against the tin roof.

“I’d appreciate that.” Nanami smiles, looking over his shoulder at the window.

“We should head home, before this storm keeps us here.”

“Uh yeah, you go, I decided to take the bus this morning so I’ll wait it out.”

“The bus?”

“Yeah, it's this huge metal box on wheels with little to no personal space.”

Nanami scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“I’ll drive you home, smartass.”

You heartbeat picks up, he will drive you? God sitting next to him at your desk was hard enough but contained in his car? Fuck.

“You really don’t have to, I wouldn't want-”

“Y/n, it wasn’t a question.”

You huff slightly, his authoritative voice sending a wave of arousal to your core.

The wind outside picks up as Nanami packs up his papers.

“C’mon, I don’t want us caught in the storm.”

You nod, quickly packing up your desk and following behind the tall man. While trailing behind you reach into your bag, quickly spritzing yourself with your perfume the hints of vanilla and bergamot floating in the air.

Nanami holds the door open for you. You gingerly step outside, although under cover, the wind blows your hair across your face, the chill causing you to shiver. You tense slightly as Nanami places his hand on the middle of you back. He bends down, the rain picking up as he whispers in your ear, his warm minty breath fanning against your cheek.

“I’m the blue mercedes over there.” He presses his car key causing the yellow lights to flash once. ��It’s unlocked but we’ve got to run, the rain won't slow for us.”

You simply nod at his instruction knowing your voice would struggle to compete against the downpour. Nanami’s hand leaves your back, he quickly checks his surroundings before rushing into the rain. You’re quick to follow behind him, stepping in a few small puddles as the water splashes against your bare legs, your skirt not providing any warmth or coverage from the water.

You slide into the passenger seat, the leather slippery under your rain soaked skin.

The air of the car is filled with both of your heavy breathing, both of you taking a moment to catch your breath from the rush. You look over at Nanami, his blonde hair dripping water down his face, the droplets falling from his strong jaw. His eyes lock with yours, your hair also wet and sticking to you. Small droplets are stuck to your eyelashes, running down your face with each blink.

Both of you smile at each other, laughter filling the air at your small adventure. The rain picks up, accompanied by lightning and thunder. The front windscreen mimics a waterfall, the car ever so slightly rocking from the gusts of wind.

“That’s one way to get me wet.” You joke as Nanami leans his head back against the headrest.

“Not how I intended.” Nanami whispers, if you weren't so close to him you would have missed it.

You look over at him, his blue shirt stuck to his toned chest, his skin silky with water.

“How did you intend?”

The words leave your lips in a breath, almost inaudible, not sure where it could take you or if you want him to hear.

Nanami stays quiet, a deep sigh falling from his parted lips. You almost want to take it back and act like you asked a different question but his eyes capture yours, his hand falling to your knee.

“Taking you out, treating you to dinner and maybe, if you considered me lucky enough, spending the night with you and showing you how to use that smart mouth of yours.”

Your breathing hitches as his fingers trace shapes on your thigh. You take in what he’s just told you, your heartbeat picking up and your body becoming warm as the water on your skin feels sticky. Nanami goes to pull his hand away from you, believing he has overstepped but you grab his wrist.

“Show me.”

Nanami smirks at you, dragging his fingertips up your body, his hand caressing your cheek and turning you to face him. His thumb hovers over your lips, his eyes darken as you press a kiss against his fingertip. He drags your bottom lip down, your tongue licking against the digit as he slips it past your lips.

“Fuck.” He breaths, watching your lips wrap around his thumb, your tongue slowly swirling around it. He pulls his hand away from your mouth, tangling his hand in your hair and pulling you closer to him, your lips ghosting against him.

“Kento, please.”

Nanami swallows harshly, his forehead resting upon yours.

“Say that again.”

“Kento.”

He groans before connecting your lips together. Your hands fly to his face pulling him against you. Your tongues tangle against each other, his fingers scratching against your scalp. You rest one hand on his shoulder, the other running down his chest. You moan against his lips as you touch his body, your fingers pulling on the buttons.

He pulls away from you, your eyes locking with his tiny water droplets on his glasses from his hair.

“Get in the back.”

You quickly shuffle into the back, more room that you thought. You wait in the middle as Nanami pulls his tie off, opening his door and stepping into the rain before sliding in beside you. The windows in the car begin to fog up at the brief edition of cold air.

Nanami rests against the seat, looking over at you and gesturing for you to get on top of him. You’re quick to straddle his waist, your skirt bunching up around your hips, the blue lace of your panties sticking to your dampening core. His fingers grip your waist, pulling you against him as your lips mould together. He leans forward slightly, holding you tight and kissing down the column of your throat as your moans fill the air, competing with the rain. His hands slip under your skirt, guiding your hips against his crotch, his moans mixing with yours.

Your hands slip between your bodies, fumbling with his belt and pulling his shirt from the waistband. You move to slip your hand into his pants before he stops you.

“Oh baby, I haven’t used your mouth yet.”

You nod at his statement, wiggling on the seat and slipping down into the footwell as Nanami chuckles at your eagerness. He helps you free his cock which has your mouthwatering, the long member throbbing at it’s freedom before you wrap your hand around the base.

Nanami rests one arm against the head rests of the back seat, his other hand caressing your cheek as you trail your tongue up his cock. The moment your lips wrap around the tip he thrusts into your throat, a gag filling the air as he coo’s at you encouragingly.

“You can take it, show me baby.”

You move your mouth up and down his member, his hand moves from your cheek to your hair, holding it away from your face to ensure he doesn’t miss a moment of his cock disappearing past your spit covered lips.

Nanami slowly rocks his hips up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as your eyes water. Your hand pumps his cock faster, watching as he tips his head back against the headrest, moaning your name into the air. You’d continue this for the rest of your life to hear him moan for you over and over. You go to pull back as he holds you still, keeping his cock buried in your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut at the action causing him to release; you pull back with a gasp, his cock popping from your lips. Spit sticks to the tip leading a trail to your lips. Small pools of drool have formed around your mouth, your eyes glistening with tears.

Nanami winks at you, bending down and placing a soft kiss to your lips. His hands fall to your biceps, helping to pull you up from the footwell and to his lap. He brushes your hair away from your face, kissing your slightly swollen lips, his teeth grazing against your bottom lip before pulling back, his eyes locking with yours.

You break his eye contact, pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. Silently thanking yourself for choosing a matching set this morning. Nanami rests against the seat, watching you undress for him, taking in every curve and mark on your torso, his fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His hands fall to your tits, massaging the skin, a small smile on his face.

“So beautiful.”

Blush heats up your face, goosebumps littering your skin.

“Please Kento.” You grind your hips against his hard cock earning a hiss to fall from his lips. The lace of your panties scratching the sensitive head.

Nanami leans forward, kissing your breasts, sucking against the skin, leaving his mark on your body. Something you’re bound to be looking at for days.He runs his hands down your body, gripping your ass tight. He bunches your skirt up higher, looking down at your clothed pussy.

His eyes lock with yours silently asking permission before you nod eagerly. He pulls your pants to the side, a small chuckle vibrating through his chest at your wetness. Nanami drags his cock up your slit, nudging your clit with the head.

“God you’re tight.” He hisses, sliding against your slick walls.

“Fuck, so big.” Your hands rest on his shoulders, nails digging into the skin.

Nanami holds you in place, capturing your lips with his, his fingers digging into the skin of your ass.

You softly rock your hips, his hands guiding you, helping you set a rhythm. You alternate between swirling your hips side to side and rocking back and fourth. Continuing to pull moans from his lips like a prayer, yours accompanying his.

You lean back, your shoulders resting against the backside of the driver seat, watching as his cock slips in and out of your pussy.

“That's my girl, you take cock so well”

His girl.

The simple comment causes your pussy to flutter around his cock, tightening.

Nanami licks his lips, reaching towards your lips and slipping his middle finger into your open mouth. You moan around him, swirling your tongue as your eyes close. He pulls the digit from your lips and places it against your clit causing your breath to hitch.

“Oh fuck.”

Nanami keeps his eyes fixated on your pussy, watching his cock slide in and out, his free hand helping you keep a rhythm as he circles your clit with his finger.

“Don’t stop.” You moan as Nanami’s hips thrust up into you, his pace on your clit picking up slightly. You place you free hand against the roof of his car, your body tensing as your eyes squeeze shut.

“Kento.” You moan loud, your rhythm slowing, your cum covering his cock, the sound of your wetness floating around the car. Nanami groans low, pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you as he fucks you through your release, chasing his own.

Your lips fall to his neck, kissing, biting and sucking the skin. He places a hand against your head, the other staying wrapped around you, a low moan vibrating through his chest. The thunder outside rumbles against the car, his cock twitching deep inside of you. A warmth fills you, his hips slowing, his fingertips dragging up and down your back soothingly, the other running through your hair. You pull back from him, looking over his neck, the faintest hickies showing on his skin.

“Let me get you home.” Nanami kisses your forehead, helping you slip off his cock and sliding your pantines back across.

“For round two?” You wink which causes blush to tint his cheeks.

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zerobaseone-zhanghao · 3 months

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Hi, lovely! I hope that you're doing well! If its alright may I request a smutty fic where Bada and her idol gf reader record a spicy dance video that turns into something more and it was ment to be private? Maybe one of them accidentally posts a cut version of it on their social or something. With them dancing like this?

https://pin.it/758Pcs3hj

spicy

t/w: major smut so if any minors are lurking look away rn, older!bada & younger!reader, also your fans hate Bada (I’m sorry), a lot of namecalling

a/n: Hiii thank you so much for your request!! I’m doing so good lovely thank you! I love writing smut so hopefully you like it! The link didn’t work so I’ll be using Bada’s pussy fairy choreo but hopefully it’ll be similar enough to what you’re asking for :) also Bada is a boob girl, argue with the wall.

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You’re a member of Kpop girl group aespa, you’re pretty successful and you are an insanely popular member, even those who don’t stan know you and love you!

What people don’t know is behind the scenes you’ve been getting pretty cosy with your choreographer Bada Lee. You really liked her since you met her so you asked her out and you’ve just recently started dating. Today you’ve met with her to dance, it’s one of your favourite things to do together.

Bada prepared the song and the choreo before you even came to the studio, once you got there you jumped into her arms and gave her a kiss, you haven’t seen her in a while so it was a mustttt.

Learning the choreo went really smoothly but you got so flustered by the routine there’s so many moves you do together - like at one point you both spin around and Bada’s hand lands on your waist and there’s moves where you lie on the floor and Bada hovers over you and then you swap places and you basically ride her!!

It’s fair to say you were hot and bothered after you finished the dance but Bada thought it was so good she wanted to record it so you agreed and you did the dance again, during the part that you’re on top of her she lets out a moan which surprises you and Bada can’t hold back anymore and kisses you deeply.

You also start to moan, you need more than that. Bada moves down to kiss your neck as her hands travel your body. She hits a sensitive spot and you tug on her hair, she moans and it sends electricity though you. You need her, now.

Bada pulls your shirt off followed by your pants which leaves you in your sports bra and underwear, you also help her strip to match you. You sit on her lap as she squeezes at your breasts, you ride her, desperate for some friction.

She holds you still “be patient baby” she pulls your sports bra off and sucks on your nipples, you tip your head back and let out more moans as you stroke Bada’s hair “unnie.. unnie please I need you” your begging now “you need my fingers in your pussy do you?” you nod eagerly.

Bada removes your underwear and admires your pretty pussy which makes you hide your face in your hands, Bada pulls your hands back down and makes eye contact, winking before circling her tongue on your clit. You gasp at the contact, moaning and thrusting your hips into Bada’s mouth.

You whimper as Bada teases you, dragging a finger around your hole. She shoves a finger in you and you whine from the pain “fuck you’re so tight” Bada says through her teeth. Once you’re okay she begins to pump her finger in and out of your hole “a-another finger… unnie please” Bada pushes a second finger into you, the burning sensation comes back as Bada stretches you out even more. The pain goes away and your moans increase.

“Tell me when your going to cum baby” Bada keeps her pace and attaches her tongue onto your nipple. You throw your head back and grab Bada for support. You can feel your orgasm begin to grow, it doesn’t help when Bada has also started to rub your clit with her thumb. Your moans begin to get breathier and high pitched “unnie.. please.. I need to cum please” “such a polite girl, you can come for me baby” your orgasm squirts out of you and your body falls limp on Bada’s. She’s a gem, she rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings into your ear to bring you down from your high.

Bada cleans you up and helps you get dressed again, also putting her own clothes back on and you both sit on the couch in the studio and cuddle and chat for most of the day. Later on, Bada drops you back at your dorm, she walks you up and you’re greeted by the rest of your members when you walk in, you and Bada say your goodbyes and share a kiss and a hug before Bada leaves.

When you go into your bedroom, you remember that Bada had filmed it, “omg I just made a sex tape” you sit at your desk and upload the file to your computer to edit it. You split the file in two having the dance in the first part and the sex in the second part, you click into the first part to double check that it’s just the dance, you don’t watch it all the way through but it looks good so you post it on the group Instagram with allowed from your manager.

Pretty soon the hate comments begin rolling in, there’s comments about you being a slut but most are directed towards Bada calling her things like desperate, slut, ugly, undeserving and the worst ones pedophile and groomer because you’re a few years younger than Bada.

You delete the video immediately after watching the video all the way through to see you and Bada making out at the end. As tears stream down your face you rush out of the door and run to Bada’s house, luckily she doesn’t live far from you, only a couple blocks away and the alleyways make the journey shorter.

You get to Bada’s apartment building and click her floor on the elevator, once it arrives you go to Bada’s door, unknowingly pounding on it. Bada gets a fright and looks through her peep hole before opening the door. She immediately embraces you as you sob into her chest.

Bada brings you inside and sits you down on the couch, making you a hot drink and bringing it over. You calm down and begin to tell Bada what happened “I loved the dance so I wanted to post it and I thought I had cut the sex part out of it but our make out session was still there and people were so mean to you, I deleted the video as soon as possible but it could still spread around. I get if you want to break up with me, I was careless and what I did was unforgivable”.

“Baby no it’s okay, we can’t keep our relationship hidden forever, I don’t care about the hate it’s just a challenge that we’ll overcome together. Don’t cry, it hurts me to see you cry, I’m really okay I think it’s best that everyone knows now” “but I don’t want to be the reason that you could lose an opportunity like you might lose your job as our choreographer” “I’m sure my girl will fight for me to stay” “you bet I will”. You cuddle all night with Bada constantly reassuring you that she’s okay and that she’s not mad or upset.

#bada lee x reader #bada x reader #swf2 x reader

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soupbabe · 1 year

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Could I request the long haired slashers w a S/O that loves playing with their hair, washing it , tying it up and like coos about how handsome they are?

Long haired slashers: Vincent sinclair, Thomas hewitt, Nubbins sawyer and otis driftwood!

Playing with the Slashers' hair

Featuring: Nubbins Sawyer, Otis Driftwood, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

I was close to putting Chop Top in this line up because I love his personality but I remembered you can't really braid 3 strands of hair 💀

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @rottent33th , @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

Otis Driftwood

- While it can stroke his ego, I think it makes him embarrassed for the most part

- Not even the cute blushy kind of embarrassment, he kinda gets agitated and doesn't want you to be all on him until he calms down

- He doesn't like feeling as if he's getting soft, but your fingers feel so good in his hair

- Maybe he makes this a private only kind of thing, he can't risk the family seeing him like this

- Baby teases you both as is, if she walked in and saw you braiding his hair and cooing over how handsome he is, no one is making it out of his room alive

Nubbins Sawyer

- He loves it when you play with his hair !!

- Literally he can't stop laughing and sit still, that's how happy he is when you do it

- He has the shortest hair out of this group, but it's still so much fun to play with it

- Especially when you wash his hair, there's no doubt he's using the shampoo and conditioner as a way to have a mohawk

- I think showers and baths might be the only time you can catch him more relaxed, he melts like putty when you massage his scalp

Thomas Hewitt

- You are legally obligated to put dandelions in his hair

- It flatters him to no end when you lay him on your lap and you just surprise him with compliments!!

- He can't sign anything, he's too busy covering his face with his hands

- While washing his hair is less than glamorous- all the sweat, dirt, and blood build up isn't pretty, it makes him feel so loved

- He doesn't take good care of himself, so having you there with him feels like a blessing

Vincent Sinclair

- He's another one that doesn't have the best self care track record, he completely absorbs himself in his work

- Literally there are bits of wax stuck to his hair he needs a whole day off to take care of it

- But he is also very flattered by your actions, though he focusses a lot more on the act of you taking care of him rather than the confidence boosts

- If you let him, I think Vincent would want to return the favor and take care of your hair too

- Thinking about showering with Vincent, guiding him through your hair routine so he can help you unwind and savor the moment you have with him

#nubbins sawyer x reader #nubbins sawyer #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre 1974 #the texas chainsaw massacre 2003 #texas chainsaw massacre x reader #Vincent Sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax 2005 #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses x reader #house of 1000 corpses

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weirdkpopgirl · 5 months

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To Love | Jaemin Imagine #9

Title: To Love

Genre: Fluff (?)

Warnings: a little suggestive, making out

Word Count: 715

Author's Note: I've never been in love before. But whenever Na Jaemin pops into my head (which is a regular occurrence), I associate him with love. He's so sweet, considerate, and sincere. The list goes on, but I'll stop my fangirling here. I hope you guys like this short story. Thank you for reading ^ ^

𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪

The gentle glow of the lights enhanced the serenity of the room. Seated on the bed, you traced delicate patterns on your boyfriend’s back with your fingertips. Few words were exchanged between the two of you, opting to appreciate the stillness of the moment.

The only discernible sounds were the gentle scratches against the canvas of his exposed back, and occasionally accompanied by sighs of relief from him.

“You’re so tense,” you murmured, as your nails glided over the knots beneath his muscles. Though you couldn’t see his face, the warmth of a small smile resonated in his voice.

“Thankfully, I have you to take care of me,” he said, earning a chuckle from you.

Despite the lightheartedness in his tone, Jaemin meant what he said. Being a motherly figure in his group, he was accustomed to looking after others. However, only a select few in his life allowed him to be on the receiving end. And you happened to be one of those individuals.

On a day full of long dance practices and recording sessions, your touch was exactly what Jaemin needed. His eyes were closed, and he let out another content sigh, appreciating the luxury of being cared for. In that moment, he could feel the weight of his exhaustion and stress dissipate with each stroke.

As your nails continued their gentle path along his back, Jaemin found himself swept away by the depth of his emotions for you. As someone who loved passionately, he realized that his fondness for you was immeasurable.

Unable to dwell in his thoughts any longer, Jaemin shifted his focus. You were caught off guard as his warm hand wrapped around your wrist and swiftly pulled you into his lap. His other hand cupped half of your face, and his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that spoke volumes.

“I love you,” he whispered in a low, almost husky voice.

While Jaemin told you those three words daily, tonight they carried a vulnerability that stirred the same swirl of emotions he was feeling within you. You didn’t even need to say it back, the look in your eyes was all he needed for reassurance. The next thing you knew, his lips were meeting yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. The connection between you two was like a magnetic force, drawing you closer to each other.

Your hands found their way to Jaemin’s shoulders, grasping onto the fabric of his shirt. Simultaneously, he continued to cradle your face, gently lifting your chin at the perfect angle to deepen the kiss. As your lips pressed onto his, a tingling sensation spread through him, the softness of your touch leaving a warmth that permeated every nerve in his body. Emotions surfaced like waves crashing against the shore, adding to the intimacy of the moment.

Every kiss shared with Jaemin held a special place in your heart. Yet, you secretly loved how this particular one seemed to just go on and on. It almost felt as if time had momentarily froze just for the two of you.

If it weren’t for the necessity of breathing, you and Jaemin might never have pulled away. Reluctantly, you placed a hand on his chest, gently breaking the kiss. Both of you were teary-eyed, overwhelmed by the overflowing love you had for one another. The emotion was so intense that it bordered on pain. You hadn't known it was possible to feel this way for a person until now.

Jaemin’s eyes remained locked on yours intently, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek, sending a slight shiver down your spine. He couldn’t resist a playful grin as he joked, “Maybe we should just get married already.”

You would have laughed if you hadn’t caught the hint of sincerity beneath his humor. Moving your arms to wrap around his neck, and softly replied, “Maybe we should.”

Your response caused the smile on his face to widen. Jaemin tightened his embrace, holding you close, as if savoring the moment. Resting his forehead against yours, he pressed another lingering kiss to your lips. The air between you two crackled with a quiet understanding, and a promised future together felt closer than ever. If this is what it meant to love, you fully intended to treasure it forever.

#nct dream #nctzen #kpop #czennie #nct dream imagines #jaemin #jaemin x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios #jaemin imagines #jaemin scenarios #nct fluff #na jaemin #nana #nct dream x reader

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yuna542 · 1 year

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Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 1 <-

Part 2

Pairing: OT8xreader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: 18+, Suggestive Themes, Swearing

Word Count: 2.4k

Note: So that’s the beginning. I hope you like the little introduction. Went for a full wattpad cliché with Felix but I love it

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

The building was huge and you suspected that it would take you several months to stop getting lost. Apart from that, all the other colleagues had been really friendly so far and took away your nervousness a little.

The business manager had greeted you and led you through the floors. He was a short, middle-aged man who constantly pushed his glasses around on his nose. He made no secret of the fact that he didn't think much of you. But he was polite and as long as it remained at disapproving looks, because of your hairstyle, the make up, your clothes, or because you are simply younger than most employees here, that was okay.

The JYP entertainment building was tastefully decorated and looked more modern than any other company you had seen. There was a lot of plants and greens and you already felt welcome just by the warm interior.

Soon you were joined by one of the receptionist, who tried to force all the important information and knowledge about the company into your head.

Until today, everything was kept strictly under lock and key to protect the artists, so as not to attract any psychotic superfans. However, because of this, you had to teach yourself everything about the company and your clients in a very short time.

Finally, she led you to the office that would soon be your own.

"It's still a little empty. You can set it up the way you'd like."

Overwhelmed, you stroked your fingers across the oak desk. Then she took an Ipad from the table and handed it to you.

"The laptop and Ipad will be provided for you. All the important dates through next week are already entered into the schedule. But from now on, you take over the scheduling and planning. If you need something don’t be afraid to tell the staff.“

You nodded and accepted the Ipad. The office was beautiful. The walls were a pastel green and there were even two little palm trees on the light parquet floor.

"You have all day to get to know everything first. If you have any questions, contact me or Mr. Yang at any time. The real work will start next week."

You bowed and tried to suppress a big smile. This job really seemed perfect.

"Thank you very much. I'll start right away!"

Mrs. Kim seemed to think of something else and with a glance at her watch, she nodded.

"First, you should meet your clients, for whom you are now responsible."

"I'd love to."

Now your excitement raised once again. You fervently hoped that you would get along with the musicians you had to work for.

The company hadn't told you any information about them yet, so you didn't even know how many or how old they were. Or what kind of music they made.

She led you down the hall from your office and pointed to the doors on the left.

"This is where the practice rooms are. We'll go to the studio first. That's where the leader of the group should be recording right now."

Restlessly, you tugged at your clothes. You wanted to make a good first impression and had even squeezed into a short pencil skirt and blouse especially for that.

Your hair was pinned up and you even wore a little lipstick. Before knocking on said door, she smiled encouragingly at you.

"I'm sure you'll get along just fine. After all, you're the same age. Sometimes the boys can be a little feisty, but don't let that intimidate you."

Before you could comprehend the words, she knocked and pushed the door open. Music rang out and filled the soundproofed room. The sound studio was simply furnished and smelled of aftershave and coffee.

Everywhere were clothes, empty cans and boxes with various contents. You saw the protein shakes and the high-end equipment right away. While the rest of the room was messy, the work area with the computers was kept meticulously clean. Otherwise the room was completely empty. Obviously women were rarely present here.

The music faded away and that's when Mrs. Kim began to speak, while you prepared yourself internally behind her.

"Sorry for the interruption, but I wanted to introduce you to your new personal manager. She will be in charge of planning, organizing and coordinating projects from now on."

You stepped out from behind the lady and your finely crafted words got stuck in your throat. Two equally shocked pairs of eyes looked back at you and you would have loved to look around for hidden cameras. This could only be a stupid prank.

"Miss Y/L/N?", the receptionist asked cautiously, glancing back and forth between you and the man at the desk.

There, indeed, sat the guy you had drunkenly made out with last night in the dark corner of a club. To make matters worse, the muscleman was sitting on the sofa behind him and had eyes as big as plates.

That's when the door to the recording room opened.

"Chan what's going on? Why are we interrupting...?“ The remaining words stuck in his throat and you looked into two very familiar eyes. The whole troupe was gathered and all you could do was stare at each other in complete perplexity.

Finally Changbin cleared his throat and snapped you all out of your freeze. Somehow you found your voice again and tried to look unconcerned.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Y/N."

Mrs. Kim gradually relaxed a bit, and you could only hope that she attributed you flushed cheeks to nervousness. Han was the first to move, indicating a little bow.

"Han Jisung," he murmured very confused.

"Changbin."

You nodded and pretended that you were hearing the names for the first time.

By now Chan had struggled himself out of his chair and was standing in front of you. Your eyes met and you both wanted to sink into the ground.

He opened the lips that had been pressed to yours just a few hours ago and you had to tense your entire face to keep from crying in shame.

"I'm Bang Chan. The leader of Stray Kids. I'm looking forward to working with you."

Stiffly, he extended his hand and you shook it with a forced smile. That big hand that had grabbed your ass and had made you desperate for more.

"What about the rest?", asked Mrs. Kim then.

Changbin looked up from the floor.

"Jeongin and Seungmin will be here later. Hyunjin and Lee Know are practicing the new choreography."

"Felix must be on his way", Han added, glancing at his phone.

You tried to memorize the names, even though you’d probably have to turn the job in again today. Chan sat back down and gave you several quick glances.

"All right. Let's say hello to the others then."

As you left the room, you dared to exhale and ran the back of your hand over your forehead. This was such a big coincidence that you were still hoping to just wake up. As soon as you entered the dance hall, you couldn't believe your eyes.

Two other young men around your age were standing in front of the mirrors, moving in sync to a song blaring loudly through the speakers. When the taller one noticed you, he nudged the other and ran to the cell phone to turn off the music.

Now that they were in front of you, you tried not to let out how surprised you were by their appearance. You must have gotten caught up in some badly written K-Drama. You couldn't explain the whole thing any other way.

One had dark brown hair held out of his face by a headband and facial features that reminded you of a perfectly sculpted statue. He was breathtakingly beautiful.

When the other gave you a tight smile, your heart leapt. His eyes sparkled like obsidian and he looked like a prince directly out of a fairy story. His longer black hair was tied back in a half ponytail and his full lips were a seductive pink. Both were sweaty and breathing heavily from their workouts, what made the situation in no way easier for you.

You were completely overwhelmed. How many outrageously handsome men were there in this band?

You hadn't even heard Mrs. Kim introduce you, so engrossed have you been in the sight of them.

"Y/N? That's a nice name", the blond said then, and you tried to smile confidently.

"I'm Hyunjin“, he said, bowing.

"Lee Know... Or just Minho“, the other added and you tried to look as unconcerned as possible.

"We won't bother you any longer. You'll still have time to get to know each other over the next few days. Unfortunately, I have to leave now too! Miss Y/L/N, you know your way around now."

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Kim", you replied at the door, and just then she hurried away.

"Aren't you a little young to be a manager?"

You turned back to the two of them and brushed a strand of hair out of your forehead before answering Lee Know:

"Maybe that's exactly why I'm best suited for it. Or do you want an old conservative manager who has no idea about the current industry?“

Hyunjin raised his eyebrows in amusement. Just then, two other members of the band entered the room.

„I think, we‘re really lucky“, Minho chuckled and scanned you with his gaze from your hairline all the way down to your pumps.

The other two arrivals introduced themselves as Seungmin and Jeongin. They were the youngest of the group and Jeongin, the Maknae, was only four months younger than you. They too were unusually attractive and you still didn't quite understand what you have gotten yourself into.

After a curt conversation, you left the dance studio and hurried down the hall. You just wanted to lock yourself in your office to take a breath for a second.

You had no idea you would be working for such young and handsome men.

Your head was about to burst and you had a lot to get into before you could start thinking about this job. As if the day wasn't chaos enough, you ran right into someone just as they turned the corner.

With a breathless scream, you flailed your arms in the air and the boy in front of you widened his eyes just as startled. Panicked, you clawed at his shoulder and he pulled you back to your feet by the waist before you could take you both to the ground.

For a moment you just stared at him and he was also completely surprised.

Strands of silver hair fell into his eyes and you feared fainting if he continued to look at you like that. His plush lips opened, but no sound came out.

"I'm sorry", you stammered, but instead of yelling at you or being annoyed, his entire face began to glow as you bit your lower lip in embarrassment.

"No. It‘s my fault. I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?", he asked and his deep voice making you fully lose your mind.

"Yes. I'm fine", you assured and looked down at his hand, which was still on your hip. When he followed the look, he quickly withdrew it as if he'd been burned. By now, even your ears were burning.

The freckles on his fair skin and the most radiant smile you had ever seen made any fluency of words disappear from your body.

"I've never seen you before. Are you new here? From a girl band?", he asked cautiously, running a hand through his hair.

"No, not from a band", you laughed shyly.

He really thought you could be part of one of those pretty girl-groups?

"Yes, I have my first day. I'm the personal manager of Stray Kids since today."

His eyebrows shot up and an amused chuckle escaped him.

"You're our new manager? Really?", he asked, his face lighting up with excitement.

Of course, the impossibly handsome guy in front of you with the prettiest smile and deepest voice you’ve ever heard, was also part of the band. How could it be otherwise?

Then his smile suddenly went out and he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"I'm extremely rude. You probably have no idea who I am?"

You squinted your eyes apologetically and shook your head.

"I've only been in Korea for a few weeks... I worked mostly in America as a journalist before that. Because of that I‘m not really common with the K-Pop industry.“

It sounded like a justification and he dismissed that with a wave of his hand.

"No. I didn't mean it like that. That's a good thing! Actually very good. So you can get to know us. Entirely unbiased.“

That made you smile again. He was a real ray of sunshine and you could feel the warmth radiating from his mere presence.

"I'm Lee Felix. From Stray Kids", he introduced himself and bowed effusively. His Australian accent shined through and was even more adorable.

„Y/N Y/L/N“, you replied, and there he was smiling delightedly again.

"If today is your first day, I'm sure you have a lot to do. This can all be a bit much, really. If you need help with anything, just ask!"

He paused for a moment and then tilted his head a little.

"Do you have your phone with you?"

You pulled it out of your pocket and looked confused at him. He took it from your hand and typed in a number.

"I'll give you my number, and you can call me anytime."

Stunned by the kindness and trust, you took the phone again as he handed it to you and wanted to say something, but didn't know what.

Just then the door to Chan's studio opened and Han's face appeared in the crack.

"Yongbok! There you are at last. We've been waiting forever. Come on!“

Felix frowned and laughed lightly.

"I'm ten minutes early!" he returned, and Han began to grin.

"Just hurry!"

Felix sighed as soon as the door slid back into lock and looked at you apologetically.

"I won't keep you any longer from your work. Let me know if you need anything!"

"Thanks“, you said, returning his smile. He had taken away so much of the tension and you hadn't even noticed.

He said goodbye and walked down the hall. At the door of the studio, he stopped again.

"It's really nice that someone like you got the job."

Before you could ask what he meant by that, he disappeared into the room, leaving you wondering.

->Part 3

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wanderingelvis · 1 year

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i was wondering (and totally lmk if i’m like spamming you i totally don’t mean to) if you could write a fic where elvis meets an innocent reader on the set of a movie.(the reader is an extra) and elvis begins to notice the readers little space habits and suspects it. one day, after overhearing some of the other male cast members make rude remarks about the reader and elvis decides it’s time to take the reader home where he can protect them. elvis calls the reader over to his trailer and starts to make the reader drop, so that he can take the reader home and be their daddy.

i loved this request sm that it’s gonna be a two-parter!! so here’s part 1! ✨

🧚🏻 Masterlist 🧚🏻

Word count: 3,101

Pairings: 70s CG!Elvis and Little F!Reader

Warnings: little space lifestyle, manipulation

It was your first proper job. The one that you were proud of, that your parents would tell their friends about and it was a lot of pressure.

You were the newest person to Elvis’ little performing circle and Elvis always made a point to get to know his band and performers - how else could he put on a successful performance if not everyone was on the same page and trusting each other?

After spending time alone with you and in a group setting, Elvis had his suspicions about you. You had all the qualities of someone with a little personality - docile, submissive, wide-eyed, easily overwhelmed and eager to please. Now, Elvis knew that this meant that you could just be sweet and innocent, adjusting to the chaos of his world, but Elvis figured that even if you were just that, the little lifestyle would certainly help you cope in dealing with all of it.

The first time Elvis really suspected anything was during a break in recording, when a stuffed animal fell out of your locker in front of everyone. You furiously tried to stuff it back in, hoping that no-one had seen, but you'd caught Elvis', Jerry and Sonny's eyes as well as a few others. Your cheeks heated a violent shade a pink, as you tried to sort yourself out, getting increasingly flustered and overwhelmed. As Elvis observed you from afar, he knew you couldn't look after yourself properly, someone was going to have to do it for you.

From then on, Elvis had quietly instructed Jerry to have someone watch over you, making sure you were okay and reporting back to Elvis.

Elvis had been told by Charlie that he’d spotted you in the park by the studios colouring pretty pictures under a tree, whilst Red had informed Elvis that you stopped past every stray cat in the lot, crouching down to speak to it, feed it if you could and stroke it.

Elvis knew you were a little angel sent straight from heaven and he knew he had to have you. Elvis devised a somewhat sinister little ploy to get him in your good graces, for you to see him in a caregiver light from your first proper encounter.

The fame and power that came with Elvis meant that all he needed to do was slip the security a $100 dollar bill and in exchange, he and his small entourage were given the keys to every locker. He only really trusted Jerry with this operation as he made Jerry break into your locker and retrieve your teddy bear from your locker and bring it to Elvis. Now, Elvis knew that his actions were going to cause you distress, but he figured that in the grand scheme of things, you’d be better off for it - that’s how Elvis liked to justify many of his less-than-moral escapades.

“Thanks, Jer.” Elvis said, grabbing the plush, brown teddy bear with a pink bow tie from Jerry who remained slightly confused at Elvis’ intentions.

“Now what, EP?” Jerry asked, curiously.

“Now, I’ll give it back to her when the timing is just right.” Elvis said, leaving Jerry just as bewildered. Jerry figured it was better to just let Elvis do whatever it was that he needed to do rather than question it. There was a method to his madness, Jerry tried to tell himself.

When you realised that your beloved and treasured teddy bear, Binky, was missing, it felt like your whole world had fallen apart - or at least the secure feeling of it that your teddy bear gave you.

You tried real hard not to let the sheer panic and distress seem obvious as you stood at your open locker, quietly hyperventilating that your most trusted teddy was gone. She was a reminder of home, that helped steady you when things where getting all a bit much for little, sweet you.

You began to pace the locker room, thinking maybe she’d fallen out of your bag somewhere and been misplaced but the panic inside of your tummy was growing as your started to realise she was nowhere to be seen.

You see, Elvis was watching you from a tall window above the entry locker room, from the top of a stairwell as your distress confirmed to him that you were indeed a little, even if you didn’t know it yet.

You tried to keep your composure as you went into rehearsals with Elvis and the rest of the crew. It was safe to say you were feeling very wobbly and nervous, your lost teddy bear playing persistently on your mind. You were worried you’d dropped her in a puddle or left her on the bus on the way to the studio, what if she was scared? You could’ve sworn that you’d put Binky in your locker along with your bag, but you knew your memory wasn’t the best and now you were just so confused, right before you had to go and record.

Sheepishly, you wandered into the studio where a couple of people were already set up and chatting. You walked over to your stool and microphone, sitting down and patiently and quietly waiting for Elvis and everyone else to appear.

You were trying to remain calm, you knew you needed to be a big girl right now, not crying over some silly bear, you just couldn’t help the anxious feeling that was creeping its way into your body.

When Elvis appeared he went around the small room greeting everyone, making sure they all felt comfortable and good - and that’s when he landed on you.

“Ready to record, Y/N?” Elvis asked in a surprisingly softer tone, a little more hushed than usual.

You offered a small smile and nod, your quiet demeanour making Elvis raise his eyebrow at you, even if he knew why you were quiet.

“Everythin’ alright honey?” Elvis asked gently.

“Just tired.” You mumbled albeit remaining very polite. Elvis nodded and continued on.

The recording was going well until your microphone fell from its stand as you tried to adjust it, causing a loud bang in the isolated room. You apologised skittishly, and you thought everything was going okay until you screwed up your lines, your brain just going fuzzy.

Feeling a little worked up, you apologised again, especially to Elvis, who just sent you a nod of acknowledgment before continuing.

When the horrendous session was finally through, you quietly began to gather your bearings and sort your equipment when you realised someone much taller had approached you.

“Y/N? Elvis would like to see you right away in his trailer.” A man, who you believed to be called Jerry, told you. You gulped, realising you were likely in for a big telling off after ruining several takes with your clumsy and distracted self.

You followed Jerry compliantly, you wouldn’t ever disobey any command, you didn’t trust yourself to know better and you wouldn’t dare go against anyone. Jerry led you to Elvis trailer, doing an odd pattern of knocking, probably so that Elvis knew it was him. Jerry nodded at you and opened the door, before walking off to tend some other business.

You tentatively wandered into the trailer that you’d never been in before. You liked it a lot, velvet reds, an oddly comforting scent of cigar smoke, designs for performance outfits pinned on a wall and even a few pistols laid out on a counter.

“Y/N?” Elvis said cooly, snapping you out of your observations, you noticed you’d begun nibbling your finger whilst looking around - a childish habit that for some reason, you couldn’t get out of.

You just smiled sweetly, unsure what Elvis wanted but fearing you’d let him down during the recordings.

“Do you know why I called you here Y/N?” Elvis asked gently, relaxing on the couch as you stayed fixed in your spot, not daring to move unless told to.

The size difference between you was immense, you felt utterly dwarfed by his presence. He wasn’t even the tallest guy on the lot, despite being very tall, yet he seemed to tower over just about everyone.

You panicked a little at the question, fiddling with you fingers. “M’in trouble for messing up the recording?” You asked meekly, shy to even admit it.

“Not in trouble sweetheart,” Elvis assured gently. The pet name made your tummy do a little somersault - a sensation that was foreign to you but one that you quite liked. “Everyone’s got bad days, you didn’t seem yourself in there,” Elvis said observantly.

You were feeling wobbly. Now, you weren’t actually accustomed to the little space lifestyle so you didn’t really understand the feelings you often experienced, you couldn’t really articulate them in any way to yourself, let alone to somebody else. But you knew when you felt a little different, you felt, as you put it, wobbly. It was that feeling of anxiety, mixed with neediness and vulnerability.

You weren’t exactly sure what triggered feeling wobbly either. You knew that it could happen when you woke up in the morning, if something out of the ordinary happened in your routine, if you were scared or even if you were happy.

You blinked a little, worried about a potential onset of tears if you admitted to Elvis you’d lost Binky.

“I, um, I lost somethin’ just before the session, and, and,” You frowned a little, getting frustrated at yourself at tripping over your words. “I guess, it was just on my mind lots. M’sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise.” You said earnestly, your nerves and flustered state seeming obvious to Elvis, who patted the spot on the couch next to him.

“C’mere.” Elvis cooed and you complied without a second thought, making your way over and sitting down next to the big man. “Whatcha missin’ darlin’?” Elvis asked, despite knowing.

“My bea-“ You stopped yourself, feeling all hot and bothered at mentioning that you were so devoted to a soft toy, thinking how silly you’d look in front of Elvis. “No, it’s silly.” You mumbled.

“If it’s causin’ you this much upset little one, it ain’t silly.” Elvis soothed, the pet name doing a number on you again, giving you those strange wobbly feelings.

You’d always found Elvis attractive, even before you started working with him. However, there were little things that you really liked about him, such as when you were standing in line next to him in the canteen area, he’d always help serve your plate up, always insisting on more green vegetables to keep you healthy.

It was like he was a dominant albeit gentle and encouraging presence and you really were drawn to him, even if it was unprofessional.

“I have a teddy bear and I lost her and she’s really special to me and I don’t know where I put her a-and I thought, I thought,” You we’re starting to get worked up and panicky all over again, this time in front of someone so famous and powerful that it was making the situation worse. “I put her someplace safe but when I looked she was gone and she helps me and I don’t know what to,” You whimpered, your voice cracking as tears began to pool in your eyes.

You dared not look at Elvis, only imagining his face when he realised how weird you were. Yet all you felt was a large hand on your back, gently rubbing soothing circles which helped.

“Oh little one, I’m sorry.” Elvis cooed as you hiccuped adorably by his side, your feet not quite reaching the floor in comparison to his which were outstretched. “What does she look like hm?”

“Um, um, she, she’s got um, brown fur and she’s got a pink bow tie and it’s um, it’s real pretty,” You stammered, feeling so wobbly and small as tears began to trickle down your puffy cheeks.

“A pink bow tie?” Elvis asked with you nodding and sniffling in response. “Well, I did happen to notice a teddy bear out in the entrance to the lot earlier, a teddy bear with a pink bow tie in fact.” Elvis said and for the first time since you entered his room, you looked straight up at him.

“Really?” You sniffled, your eyes wide as you wiped them with your sleeve.

“Want to come with me and we can take a look and see if she’s yours?” Elvis said gently. You nodded yet again, feeling just a bit too wobbly to keep using words. “Okay sweet girl, let’s go.”

Elvis helped you up a little, taking your small hand in his large one as you went to another room. You realised that lots of trailers were interconnected from the inside and Elvis had so much space.

You were surprised at how sweet and kind Elvis was being. You’d expected him to find you odd, but he was being gentle and soft with you, as if he knew you were feeling a little unsure of yourself and in a wobbly state of mind.

When you turned a corner, you entered a room where lots of other men, who you realised later were Elvis’ Memphis Mafia, were all lounging on the couches, laughing and drinking. At the sudden surprise at the large crowd of loud men, you tried to hide behind Elvis a little, shuffling your body behind his whilst holding his hand a little extra tightly, which he couldn’t help but smirk at.

“Outta here, fellas.” It was just three words but they all quickly obliged Elvis’ request, leaving within a minute of the command. It made you realise the power and control Elvis held. “Sorry about them, honey.” Elvis said, offering you a smile.

He led you a draw, opening it and pulling out Binky, with you tearing up all over again at the mere sight of her.

“That’s her, that’s Binky.” You said, wiping your eyes again as you hiccuped. Relief washed over your small body as you wrapped your arms around Elvis, as far as they would go. “Thank you, thank you, you saved her!” You cried sweetly.

“Oh darlin’, look atchu, look at the state you’re in, all worked up, hm?” Elvis cooed, grabbing some tissues from a box on the table and kneeling down to gently dab it under your eyes and nose. You felt a little embarrassed at the way you were, but you couldn’t help it if you tried, you were just an overwhelmed little thing.

“M’sorry, I was just real worried and she, she’s real special t’me.” You said softly.

“I know she is, I know baby. Binky’s a pretty name, you give her that name sweet girl?” Elvis asked you, trying to make you feel better.

Elvis was secretly thrilled at how everything had turned out, you were even more vulnerable than he’d initially anticipated. He could tell that you were feeling little, you just didn’t know how to articulate it, just like a little one.

He wanted to protect you and take care of you so badly, here you were, right in front of him, a sweet, beautiful, docile, gentle, naive little thing and he just had to have you.

“Uh huh.” You said sweetly, “I had her all my life and she just makes me happy and helps me when I’m feelin’…” You trailed off a little, unsure of how to describe how you felt to Elvis.

“A bit confused hm?” Elvis said, finishing your sentence for you. You nodded, grateful that Elvis was able to think for you. “I bet she’s been helping you with your new job here?” Elvis asked.

“Jus’ get scary sometimes.” You admitted, almost whispering as Elvis continued to kneel in front of you.

Both you and Elvis realised you were feeling extremely ‘wobbly’ as you’d put it, as you started chewing on your fingertips anxiously.

“I know it can baby, you’re doin’ a real good job of it baby.” Elvis hushed.

“Really?”

“Really. How’s about I make you a lil’ promise honey?” Elvis suggested, gently taking your fingers from your mouth and holding them in his own hands. “How’s about, whenever you feel scared, or even a lil’ bit nervous or confused, you come knock on that door and you come find me? You can do whatever you like, you and Binky, you can even have a nap if you need to. How does that sound, little one?” Elvis said, pushing stray hairs behind your ear tenderly, making shivers go down your spine.

You nodded again, liking the idea very much. You had some friends in this place but you often found it all very overwhelming and stressful. Elvis had been nothing but a calm, authoritative presence and you craved more and more of him.

“Good girl.” Elvis praised.

And that’s how the next couple of months ensued. Elvis delighted in you seeking him out for comfort. At first, it was only a couple of times a week but eventually, you’d be in his dressing rooms practically every day.

Elvis had made it a safe haven for you, he’d even given you your own draw, where you’d keep Binky, knowing she was much better off there than in your locker. It also held a colouring book with lots of different paints and colouring pencils for you, which you enjoyed doing quietly between each rehearsal. Elvis has even put some of your favourite snacks in there for if you were ever feeling peckish.

It had everything and Elvis gave you everything. You felt so looked after and cared for that it was becoming difficult to not become totally dependent on Elvis. It was at the point where Elvis, or one of his men, would now pick you up from your little apartment and drop you back, even if that meant you staying far later than your finished time. But you didn’t mind, you loved the tranquil and safe space Elvis had made for you. You loved doing your pretty colours for Elvis whilst he worked on other projects throughout the day, as you eagerly awaited his return so that you could run up to him and show him all your pretty pictures.

Elvis was surprised at how quickly you seemed to slip into the routine he’d provided for you. You were everything he wanted and more - beautiful, gentle, kind, naive and little.

The only thing left to do was to officially introduce you to the little lifestyle, and Elvis couldn’t wait.

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midastouch-zaza · 4 days

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Irene giving lucky fan the best handjob and bj of their life while watching and groping her topless (with a bit of licking and sucking) then finishing lucky fan on her bosom and abs, then coming back out to the fanmeeting event without anyone else knowing (plus members) except her and lucky fan ofc like nothing happened between them just because she had a thing for that lucky fan since before, only for her to have the guts to finally do it on that particular day. Lucky fan goes home with a recording of their private encounter taken with her phone earlier and having it sent to their phone after finishing the fanmeet along with her number.

P.S: Pics for damage control…or not. 🔥😩

[Bro, you can't add these pics to your request and call it damage control, I'm living with a constant brainrot and it's your fault 😵‍💫🫠]

There are different types of lucky fan: there's the one who gets the photocard of his bias in the album, then there is the one who manages to stand in the first row during the concert of his ult group...and then there's you, sitting on a random couch, while your bias, Irene, is stroking your cock.

But let's take a step back, how did you end up in this situation? For sure it was not what you expected from the fan meeting. You were just happy from seeing your favorite girls. It didn't matter if the hall was full of people, for you it was like there were just you and the five of them.

Then something called "the lucky draw" happened: a chance to spend some extra time with your bias during the fan-meeting. You didn't even think about it, until suddendly Irene called your name.

How did that happen? And how did the staff know your bias was her? It was all so strange, but honestly you were not intentioned to make any question, especially with a staff member already taking you in the backstage.

And now you were walking around in this small room barely decorated: a couch, a table, some chair, a lamp, some snacks and some bottle of water. Suddendly the door opened and an angel came in, smiling warmly at you.

"So finally we meet", Irene said, shyly walking towards you. "Uh? Do you know me?", you asked confused by her words. "Of course I do, I've been observing you for a long time, you're such a precious fan to me, always so supportive, enthusiastic and... handsome", she praised you, caressing your cheek now that she was standing in front of you.

"Oh...thank you, Irene, I'm glad you appreciate my support, it's my pleasure! So, how does this extra time work-", your question was cut off when suddendly the leader pushed you lightly, making you fall on the couch behind you.

"Hey, what was tha-", once again your words got stuck in your throat, this time because you saw her taking off her shirt, revealing her her bare chest to you, before nonchalantly sitting next to you.

"This extra time just exist to make you feel good, so don't worry about anything and just enjoy", she said, winking at you and striking some silly pose to emphasize her perky tits. "Come on, no need to feel shy with your bias", she encouraged you, taking your hands and placing them on her bosom.

"Fuck, Irene, your boobs are amazing", you admitted, making her giggle happily. "Ehehe, thank you, cutie", she thanked you, before her hands quickly rushed to your jeans zip, pulling it and taking out your hard shaft.

"Ohhh, is this big boy just for me? I knew you were a good choice", she commented, measuring your member with her fingers before slowly stroking it. "Irene, your hands are so soft", you moaned, making her stick out her tongue in happiness.

"And you didn't even tried my mouth", she whispered in your ear, making your cock way more hard. Furthermore your hands started to play with her nipples after that tease, eventually also caressing her abs.

"Ohhh, you really appreciate all of me, you're such a true fan", she kept praising you, while her hands were gaining speed, so she decided to spit on your cock, making all more smooth and easy. Her hand now was going up and down without any obstacle on its road.

"Good boy, cum for me, show your bias how much you love her. Oh, wait...I know what can help you", she realized, smirking before pulling your lips against hers. It was not a kiss, it was not making out, she was basically licking the inside of your mouth.

There was something so naughty about that action that made your cock, already at its limit, just explode, covering her hand and abs with the sticky cum. In a moment of numbness of your senses, your head moved automatically, going to taste the nipples of your bias.

"Yeah, have a good taste of my body, handsome", she giggled like if she was the fan, never ending to stroke your sensitive cock; and in fact, after few moments, it was ready to go again. "Sorry, if I pull away, but I promised to make you feel my mouth", she explained, getting on her knees between your legs.

You couldn't believe your eyes: one of the most gorgeous and elegant women on earth was ready to serve you a blowjob just because you were a good fan. "My God, this moment is so amazing, I would like to record it with my phone", you blurted out, making the girl stop suddendly and look at you.

Did you just ruin everything? Was she about to snap at you? Did your mouth just fuck it up? "Do it", she said simply instead. "What?", you asked, not believing to your ears now. "Do it, record me while I suck your fat cock, I want you to watch that over and over at home", she reassured you, waiting for you to pull out the device.

You immediately executed her request, opening the camera app and starting to film her. "Good boy, look how your bias taste your cock", she warned you, slapping your tip againt her tongue, before her tongue was actually the one moving around the tip.

It was such a good tickle. "Mmh, delicious, let me check this full balls too", she told you, moving a bit down to suck on your balls, swelling her cheeks. "How do I look with your balls in my mouth and your cock on my face?", she asked purring.

"So... fucking hot", you managed to answer, avoiding to your brain to explode. "Just what I wanted to hear", she grinned, and then finally took your dick in her mouth, going deep until you could feel her breath on your crotch.

"You have to be my first fan to know my throat is so deep", she joked, but that sentence made your cock extra hard. You were the first fan to break Irene cold side and to see her slutty side, it was like a fucking dream.

Her blowjob was not just deep, she was like a vacuum, sucking you so powerfully that some moments you felt like your ass was getting lifted. "Do you like it, handsome? How is your bias at sucking cocks?", she asked, in a moment of pause, hitting her cheeks with your shaft for the camera.

"You're amazing, Irene, you must be the queen of deepthroats, nobody can beat you, you're my ult bias for a reason", you showed her in praises, making her eyes sparkle. "You're right, I'm your bias and I'm the one responsible to empty your balls", she affirmed with fire in the eyes.

The next minutes it was just sucking so instense that in some frames your hands was shaking. Furthermore Irene did never stop to look at you after that pause, showing your her sluttiest expressions: she was loving eating that cock of yours.

Sadly even if the most beautiful things have reach an end, but not before of their peak. In fact Irene didn't stopped a second to suck you and you were on the verge of cum, she could feel your cock throbbing, so she pulled It out, stroking it with both her hands.

"Yes, big boy, give me all your warm cum, cover your slutty bias with your seed, I want you to paint me white", she begged, absolutely destroying your cock. You couldn't see the scene, because the orgasm that arrived was so strong you had to close your eyes, but watching later that video you could admire how you made such a beautiful mess: hitting both her face and tits with your sperm.

She gave you a couple of final kisses on your flaccid dick, after licking it clean, the perfect final for your recording. "I hope you enjoyed our time together. Oh, and that video...when you have time, send it to this number", she requested, writing something on your arm, and then she left.

When you returned to that main hall, you discovered some interesting things; first of all you've been the only one spending the extra time...in that way, in fact the fan chosen for the other members simply chatted, played some games or took pics together.

The second interesting fact you noticed was you were the only male at that fan-meeting. Before you were too happy to care about other people, but now it was clear that somehow it looked all so strange, you were sure there was Irene herself behind all of this.

Then the fan-meeting went ahead in its classic way. When it was your turn to talk with her, she simply smiled at your warmly and winked, nothing too suspicious. Even the other members seemed to ignore what happened on that couch.

Once at home, you immediately send the video to the number, who you discovered being her personal contact. She didn't answered, just reached with a white heart. You sighed, and then smiled, and then immediately started to fap to the video. Maybe she didn't answer now, but after all also her was masturbating looking at her phone, remembering that crazy fan-meeting.

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Bee hybrid with six arms so they can be a cuddlebug and just wanna constantly hug reader get it cause like- like it’s bees and bugs and cuddle bugs-

(Tuned it down to four for - reasons)

"Sunny, it huuurts. Please kiss me all better."

"I'm doing all I can, but you need to relax, Honey. It's hard to patch you up while you're smothering me."

The fuzzy haired hybrid shoves their face into the bust of your apron. "But you're so soft and warm compared to everyone else. Hold me just a little longer?"

You tug your arms from the bee's hold to stroke their antennae; abusing the freedom to slap a bandaid their lower left arm. Another addition to your growing following of loyal customers, Honey was a sweet, yet clumsy character who clung to you from day one. Their carefree attitude often lead to trouble. The same kind that lead you into dragging their bruised body into the cafe after a group of sketchy individuals were harassing them by the window. You carried them to the safety of the backrooms and retrieved the first aid kit in the breakroom to wrap them up; Honey pouncing on you as soon as you return.

Their wings beat against the couch cushion as they look down at the bandages design. "Sunflowers! My favorite. You're the best, Y/n."

The crushing weight on your ribs intensifies as you pick up a cup from the table. "Thought of you when I saw it in the box. Drink your lemonade, it should help you feel better."

"Kay." Honey wraps their lips around the straw; humming and wiggling their shoulders as they down half the drink in record speed. As they let you, they push the straw in your direction. "You try it. It's really good."

You take a sip. Honey secures all four arms around you and watches you. They sap up your warmth through your clothes and memories every feature that their cameras lenses was unable to capture. You're so mean. Making their heart skip a beat and giving them so much care, only to take it away until their next visit. They don't hold it against you. It's your job afterall. Besides, there will come a time when they never have to let you go again.

"Are you sure you're able to leave?"

Honey spins on their heals; surprisingly light on their feet compared to what their condition would have implied. "I'm a-okay now, thanks to you! I'll see you tomorrow, Sunshine."

Honey skips out the door, waving to you with three arms from the window till they're out of view. Looking back at the shop, they enter the alley where the gang was waiting - pulling out an envelope.

"Payment for today."

The leader of the group takes it, counting the bills.

"Oh- just one more tiny thing."

Honey balls their fist and cocks their arm back as far as possible - hurling it into the weak point of their jaw. They crumple to the floor, cold.

"You hit like a bitch."

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liebgottsjumpwings · 2 months

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"The drum you stroke. Damn that beat so old. In the ground it grows there. To damn the sun. Gates of gold. In your head you hold, a kingdom molten. May the gods be on your side"

FAYE "FISH" FISCHER | MASTERS OF THE AIR

It made her squint, the way the sun reflected off the water in the stately looking pond across the street. It was early in the evening and the setting sun had been hanging low in the sky. Casting a golden glow onto the peaceful park she overlooked. Faye’s forehead was pressed against the sun-warmed glass. Her view of the park became blurry as the glass began to fog from Faye’s breathing. Rough shapes and colours were what remained of the scene across the street. Golden and green, sun, grass and trees. The same elements that made up the view from her childhood home back in Louisiana. It was also the last she had seen of the Alsatian town of Mulhouse as the train carried her westward. She had closed her eyes as it did, trying to keep the golden and green view in her mind for as long as possible.

“Fischer? Are you even listening?” she heard the OSS officer in front of her ask. “Your cover was about to be blown, we couldn’t just let you keep working in Mulhouse, I’m sure you’re also happy you’re not in the middle of it anymore,” the officer continued. Faye just nodded. He would never know what it was like to be in the heart of it. To have to hide the core elements of your identity. To witness the atrocities. To have to stand and watch, unable to do anything because if you did, you would risk the same fate, while also jeopardizing the OSS’s operation. He would never know, or understand. So she just nodded, her thumb and index finger pressing into the small, silver Magen David that hung from her necklace. “Considering the Krauts are onto you now, we’ve transferred you to a different position. One that doesn’t require you to drop into occupied Europe.” The golden and green outside became even more blurred, and then they disappeared as Faye closed her eyes in anticipation. “The unit is moving you to Thorpe Abbotts, there’s an Air Force base there and they want you to capture and archive their missions-” Faye sat up, interrupting the officer; "why on earth do they need those recorded?” her eyebrows raised. “On paper, it’s something about morale, something they can show back home,” Morale. She huffed, if only they knew.

"They also want photographic evidence of their hit targets, so I guess you're also supposed to do that." the officer continued. This made her move up from her chair, both of her hands leaning onto the desk. "You're gonna make me go up in those planes?!"

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

Name: Faye Geneva Fischer

Age: 23 (as of September 1943)

Date of birth: November 10, 1920 at 20:08

Place of birth: Plaquemine, Iberville Parish, Louisiana, United States

Hometown: New Orleans, Orleans Parish, Louisiana, United States

Occupation: OSS Combat Photographer

Affiliation: Office of Strategic Services; Photographic Unit & Eight Air Force; 100th Bombardment Group

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blueberrypancakesworld · 3 months

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I've got a request ❤️

She gives Pelle roadhead 🥰

Road and Food

warning : oral male reciving, implied drinking, tiny fluff (kinda)

masterlist

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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In front of the ramshackle house where the band was located were two cars, one belonging to Euronymous, who had half-bought it himself, and one belonging to Dead.

Two cars, one of which was about to move when the two people on the mattress woke up. The sun shining through the window had moved them and the smell of coffee and beer lured them into the kitchen.

A smell they were both used to and which always signaled to them that breakfast was ready, that it was time to get up again and that they both had to get off the mattress.

Even though she could feel his hand on hers, she knew that he stayed with her in the mornings. He valued her life…something he didn't have according to himself. ,,You?" his girlfriend had looked at him with a raised eyebrow as she pulled the top over her torso. Her skin disappeared underneath and the blonde's bright eyes turned away from her body.

The workage young man just shook his head and took his own clothes from the dresser that was not yet full of paint, blood or wood from any broken instruments. But neither of them had finished making the coffee downstairs that filled the whole house. ,,Well, let's get to breakfast," she mumbled and gave her boyfriend a smile, which he returned with a nod.

The two of them went downstairs, which had seen better days, but when they finally arrived in the kitchen they saw only coffee and beer instead of a reasonably laid table. ,,No breakfast?" she spoke her thoughts and saw the band founder and the other girl sitting around the table. ,,No, no more breakfast," muttered Faust and Occultus added ,,nothing at all".

The two looked at each other and didn't even have to look at Hellhammer's grinning face to know that they both had to leave to get breakfast.

,,Shit," was all she heard Dead say as he ran his fingers through his hair and trotted off towards the cars while his friend took the group's list, ,,Didn't expect it to take ten minutes…keep you waiting," she grumbled and went after her friend when she saw him in the car, the engine running and even though one of the lights in the front wasn't working, the engine was running and that was the main thing.

With the list in the sweatshirt jacket she had taken, Dead drove off as she closed the door and the two of them drove along the stony grass path onto the road.

The cassette was playing the new song they had all recorded, Dead tapping lightly to the beat, his girlfriend humming lightly, but they both knew it would be at least another fifteen minutes before they arrived in town.

But that was the price for such a dump they all shared. But they could still complain… especially when it came to food. ,,Did you sleep well?" the blonde asked, looking over at her for a moment, a brief smile curving his lips as he saw the marks on her neck where his fingers had been, his lips kissing her.

The night had been more than just good for the two of them. Her fingers briefly rested on his cold hand, ,,Of course through you," she winked and saw the blush on his cheeks. Even though he usually liked it a little differently in bed, it was consensual…the sweetest thing was when it was like he was never up for it.

Why not have some fun? she thought and let her fingers wander a little over his arm, playing with the ends of his hair, tugging at it and leaning over to give him a kiss. ,,Tell me…do you want something?" he mumbled and stopped at a traffic light as he looked at her, he could understand her two-fingered grin, her fingers stroking down his thighs and they both saw very well that he was getting hard.

,,Well, it looks like YOU need something," she murmured and with one last look and an unseeing dead, he nodded. An assent before she bent down to his middle as best she could on the seat. ,,Ten minutes," he murmured and the car started moving again, but she just smiled that would be more than enough.

Her fingers moved slowly but with some pressure up her thighs, scratching the fabric before running over the bump that pressed against the fabric. ,,Someone's needy," she joked and saw that he gripped the steering wheel tighter, wanting to avoid her gaze but unable to because of the driving.

He liked it when she teased him she had the upper hand in these fast situations but it was a change sometimes it was her and in his room it was him. Before she let her fingers slowly undo the button and deftly pulled the fabric down to take care of his "problem" after she asked. She began to give him a few thrusts, her fingers closing around his cock, sometimes tighter, sometimes lighter.

Dead let himself fall back into the seat a little while he continued to concentrate on the road, or at least tried to. At least they weren't racing at a hundred so they would both die before their deaths by driving slowly in pleasure was at least something.

Whenever she pulled back, hinting at letting her tongue brush against him and it was just a kiss, he moved his hips slightly, trying to get friction. ,,Well, don't be so impatient," she reprimanded and let go of him completely to engage her boyfriend in a kiss, a kiss into which he suddenly moaned as she stroked his sensitive tip.

Knowing he was tensing up, he tried not to let on that he wanted her, that he wanted to stop and fuck her. ,,Can't, you're too irresistible," he mumbled and turned into one of the streets heading towards the store.

She still had enough time, at least she knew she did. Such a cutie, she thought her thoughts aloud before she ran her tongue over his arousal and kissed him, feeling the twitch before she took him in her mouth.

His moans and gasps began to fill the car after a moment, the music that was so acute mingled with the obscene noises coming from him.

The slight moan that came from her from time to time as she squeezed her thighs lightly together-they both wanted to have fun. She wrapped one of her hands around his lower body and stroked his cock in rhythm.

His fingers only tightened around the steering wheel while his other hand went to her hair. ,,Fu-fuck good…so good" he mumbled as his grip on her head slowly tightened due to the slightly different position she was in she did her best not to rip his pants all over with his drops of lust and spit but even if he had agreed. Her smirk caused a vibration and his moans continued through the car.

With her tongue teasing his tip at different speeds and her fingers always giving enough excitement, he pulled himself together not to move his hips completely towards her. Her caress over his leg was something of a thank you, but he tried to concentrate more on driving off when the light turned green because the store was only a few minutes down the road and to the left.

Her grin was briefly visible as he moved a little closer and she didn't try to relax a little more and take his full length. She heard his murmur, felt the twitch of the indistinct back of his hips before he poured himself into her mouth with a moan of her name as he just barely made the turn that led to the grocery store.

The slight jerking of his legs, just enough to push the pedals before the car came to a stop with a slight squeal. She swallowed as best she could and licked her lips as she slowly rose from him, his pants not too ruined-just a little. ,,Well, it looks like our problem has…eased," she winked and wiped her lips as she watched him take a moment to get dressed again.

,,I love you so much," he pulled her into a kiss and gasped as he tasted himself lightly, almost seeming to have forgotten that they still had to go shopping because there was a completely hungry band waiting for them all at home.

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@icarus-star , @batzy-watzy

#lords of chaos movie #lords of chaos #jack kilmer #lords of chaos dead x reader #loc black circle

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makeitmingi · 8 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 28]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

When the solo recordings were done, you called for a break. You wanted to overlay the vocals temporarily for the group vocal parts that were coming up. Also, you needed a breather and the boys looked like they needed it too.

"Rest your eyes for a bit, okay? Stretch your legs and get a drink." Hongjoong patted your head. You hummed, smiling tiredly.

"I'm going out to get a coffee." He informed and left. You stood up and stretched your limbs, yawning as you felt the exhaustion sink into your bones.

"Indigo?" Mingi poked his head. His eyes scanned the room before they settled on you being alone. You smiled softly, feeling better already just from seeing him.

"You've worked hard, baby." Mingi teetered over and wrapped him arms around you in a bear hug. He showered you in kisses.

"You too." The two of you laughed.

"Did I look good when I was rapping?" He asked, a cheeky grin on his face. You scoffed, putting your hands on his chest to push him away with a look.

"Come on, I looked good, right? I could tell from the booth, you had that look on your face like you were falling in love with me again. You can fool the others but you can't fool me." Mingi teased. You cleared your throat, looking away as he exposed you. You didn't think you were so obvious.

"I have work to do." You sat back in your seat, turning back to the computer in front of you.

"You're so fun to tease, baby." Mingi leaned over you and planted a kiss on your cheek. He sat down in Hongjoong's seat next to you.

"Stop~" You whined but still buried your face in his chest in an attempt to hide. Mingi chuckled, stroking the back of your head. You reached up to swat his hand away.

"Don't do that, you're going to make me sleep." You mumbled.

"After this, promise me you'll go home and sleep, okay? Have a big meal and sleep." He said.

"Can you stay with me, please?" You asked. Mingi smiled softly at how affectionate you were being and hummed. You leaned down to lay your head on his lap instead.

"My poor, tired baby." Mingi continued to pat your head.

"YOUR WHAT?!" You and Mingi shot out of your seats. Hongjoong stood there, his eyes wide in shock. You felt your heart pounding on your chest, you couldn't breathe. Time seemed to have just stopped as everyone was frozen. No one dared to speak first.

"Indigo, breathe. You're turning blue." Seonghwa stepped out from behind Hongjoong, heading to you. You hadn't even realised how long you were holding your breath.

"Breathe." He spoke softly as he rubbed your back. Mingi turned to you, concern and worry written all over his face.

"Joong, stop staring like that. You're going to make her have a panic attack." Seonghwa said.

"I'm just shocked." Hongjoong blinked.

"This wasn't how I wanted to tell you. I wanted this to all be over before I told the two of you. I'm sorry." You buried your face in your hands. Hongjoong came to hug you.

"What are you sorry about pabo?" He laughed. Mingi visibly relaxed at how calm Hongjoong and Seonghwa were.

"So yes, Indigo and I are together. We have been for a while now." Mingi wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in against his side.

"That's so sweet. Congrats, you two." Seonghwa smiled. Hongjoong folded his arms, staring Mingi up and down with a small frown. He was like an unhappy father/ older brother now. Of course he knew Mingi well, he just liked playing the role of a protective older brother around you.

"How long were you going to keep this from us?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I was going to tell you after recording. But I wanted you and Hwa to be the first ones to know. Even if you don't want to role of parents, you're still like my older brothers." You said shyly.

"So the others don't know?" Seonghwa asked.

"Yunho knows because he reads Mingi like a book. The others don't know." You shook your head.

"But Wooyoung did think that she was dating you, hyung." Mingi rolled his eyes. Seonghwa's eyes bugged out, pointing to himself in disbelief. You nodded in confirmation.

"So, will you give us your blessing?" You chewed on your bottom lip. Mingi felt you grasp the material of his shirt tightly behind his back. Seonghwa and Hongjoong's approval meant a lot more to you than he realised.

"You don't need our blessing as long as you're happy. If you two make each other happy, that's all we want." Seonghwa smiled.

"I do agree with Seonghwa on this. But as the group leader, I would have to ask if you plan to go to the company with this or even the public." Hongjoong looked conflicted.

"I won't put Indigo in the spotlight by going to the company yet, much less going public. We will tell the rest of the group soon." Mingi spoke first.

"Agreed. I think we should tell them at the end of today." You looked up at Mingi.

"Sure." He smiled softly.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa looked at the two of you. The way you two looked at each other with such adoration and it was obvious that you both cared for each other, how could they say no?

"We'll keep your secret but you two have to be careful too, alright? I don't want any of you getting hurt." Seonghwa cautioned. Hongjoong nodded in agreement. Mingi let you get a hug from the both of them. A large weight lifted off your shoulders, you were worried that they would not have approved of the relationship.

"Actually, hyung, you almost suspected us together." Mingi chuckled. Hongjoong blinked in confusion.

"I did? When?"

"When you guys were drunk, you tried to push me away, asking me what I was doing to your 'baby sister'." Mingi scoffed. You and Hongjoong had wide eyes at Mingi's words.

"I was drunk! And also, what were you doing, huh?! Enough to make drunk me stop you." Hongjoong turned the question back to him.

"Geez, I was just helping her. You're over reacting." Mingi rolled his eyes.

"So when did you two get together?" Seonghwa asked you with a kind voice, drawing you away from Hongjoong and Mingi bickering. You giggled.

"We were together the day I sent Haneul back. He came to check up on me when I came home. But he asked me to be his girlfriend the day the producers met for the song review." You recounted.

"That's so nice of you, Mingi ah." Seonghwa praised, making Mingi smile proudly. Hongjoong still shot Mingi a wary look. If anything, he was just overly protective of you. He suddenly pulled you to stand up. You were confused but stood up obediently.

"Sit here." Hongjoong sat you down beside him instead of your original spot between Seonghwa and Mingi.

"Hyung~ Don't be like that. You know me! I won't do anything." Mingi whined.

"Don't worry, Mingi's nice to me. He takes care of me and treats me well like you and Seonghwa." You snickered as you patted the back of Hongjoong's hand.

"We're back." The others came in. Jongho handed you a strawberry milk and a cookie.

"Thank you!" You grinned, poking the straw into the top of the carton to drink. Jongho smiled and returned to his seat.

"I've layered the solo recordings we've done and it's coming together really nicely. But for the chorus and the ending, I want some group vocals. We'll go in groups of 4." You instructed.

"Okay, rock, paper, scissors."

"Before you do that, I'm going to have to stop you. I'm trying to balance out the different pitches so we don't risk drowning each other out with an extreme low note with 1 person who is good at high notes. Hongjoong, Yeosang, Jongho, San in one team and Mingi, Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Yunho in one team." You said.

"You can send out a representative to play and see who goes first." You told them. Of course Jongho represented his team. Seonghwa, on the other hand, was pushed forward.

"Oldest vs youngest!" San clapped, making Seonghwa turn to glare at him.

"Everyone test." You spoke into the mic.

"Ah~~~~" Yunho drowned out on the microphone. He and Wooyoung burst out laughing, resulting in you laughing as well. The 4 of them stood around the main microphone.

"Do a test of the first lines. Acapella. Just for me to check the volumes." You said. Mingi counted them in and they did the test.

"Mingi and Wooyoung's voice travels better so the two of you take half a step back. Seonghwa and Yunho need to come in closer a bit." You waved.

"Like this?" Seonghwa asked.

"Perfect. Let's try it with the music. We'll be doing the chorus." You reminded. They all referred to their lyrics sheet, Yunho giving you the 'ok' to play the track. You listened to them record then overlaid the recording on the raw vocals to see if it was cohesive.

"Okay, we're sounding good. Let's do it one more time before we move on." You put the microphone away to play the music again for them to record it.

"We'll move onto the ending portion." It sounded good with the mingling voices.

"Great job. Group 2 will go in now." You announced, taking a sip of your neglected strawberry milk and a bite of your cookie.

"Alright, group 2. We will be doing the same test as we did with group 1." They all put their headphones on with Hongjoong adjusting the volume and counting them in.

"Jongho, stay where you are. San will stay too. Me and Yeosang will move back slightly." Hongjoong was helpful with positioning the members when you played back the test audio for him.

"Chorus." You spoke and played the chorus for them. They started their recording.

"That was amazing!" You complimented. The balance of their different tones and pitches were so good especially with Yeosang's low pitch and Jongho's high pitch.

"Ahem, we're right here, you know?" Wooyoung rolled his eyes from his spot on the couch behind you. You shrugged, ignoring him as you continued with the second group's recording. When they were done, the other 4 from group 1 went to join them in the booth for the group background vocals.

"Sorry about the squeeze, guys. We'll finish this up quickly." You apologised, seeing all 8 of them in the booth, having the stagger themselves since it wasn't a big space.

"Don't worry about it." Hongjoong assured. Despite the space constraints, the boys were all professional, focusing on the recording.

"Nope, the timing is off. I can hear like two people starting a split second later. Again." You said.

"Yah, if I find who is starting late..." Hongjoong jokingly threatened.

You played the music again and they all recorded their voices. You took that recording blip and placed it at the specific part of the song, overlaying it with the other vocals.

"Playback." You told them, letting them listen to the raw vocals together. Of course, there was still some editing to be done.

"Sounds good!" The boys all cheered from inside the booth.

"Great job, everyone." You said into the mic, a smile on their face as you watched them celebrate through the glass. They all bowed their heads and put the headphones down to exit the booth. All 8 of them barged into the studio.

"Good job, Indigo! You did it!" You were lifted by Wooyoung as the others cheered loudly.

"It wasn't all me. You all worked hard too. I can't wait for this track to be done." You giggled, looking at each of them. Yes, there were still parts to record but at least the main portion was done.

"Thank you for being patient with me doing this for the first time." You bowed deeply to all of them, feeling warmth in your chest.

"What are you saying now?" San hugged you.

"You did great. We all knew you could do it. I'm proud of you." Hongjoong smiled softly. The validation for the team producer, Hongjoong, made you melt.

"Let's celebrate with supper. I'm hungry." Yunho declared and the others agreed.

"Supper? Wait, what time is it now?" You were confused. Only then, you checked the time on your phone and realised that it was close to 11pm. Had you really spent more than 12 hours recording with the boys? Time had flown by without you even noticing. Furthermore, all of you skipped dinner.

"Oh no, I didn't even realise that it was so late. And you guys skipped dinner... You should have said something!" You slapped Hongjoong's arm. He glared at you, rubbing his arm.

"Why are you always hitting me?!" He yelled.

"Don't worry, Indigo. It's not your fault, we were all so focused on the recording, we didn't realise how late it was too." Yeosang patted your shoulder.

"We're basically living the life of Indigo now. Working late, skipping meals." Mingi crossed his arms.

"Don't make fun of me!" You whined.

"Okay, okay. Let's go already." Seonghwa began to usher everyone out of the studio. The boys waited for you to save your work and pack up your equipment.

"We'll close up here. Go return your stuff to the studio." Jongho waved you off, helping the others coil the wires. You nodded and went to put back the stuff that you took from your own studio to use during the recording.

"Ready to go?" Wooyoung asked as you emerged from the hallway after locking up your studio.

"Let me help you." Mingi helped you carry your bag, moving your bag from your shoulder to his. The others didn't think much of because one of them would have done the same.

"Actually, there's one more thing. Before we go." You blurted out.

"What is it?" San tilted his head. You moved to stand beside Mingi and lacing your fingers with his. You smiled up at him.

"You and Mingi hyung?!" Jongho connected the dots before you could say anything.

"Yes. Indigo and I have been together for a bit. We thought it would be good to let you guys know." Mingi spoke, all the while smiling down at you. You nodded your head in agreement.

"Sorry, we didn't mean to keep it a secret. There was just a lot going on and our relationship is still rather new. Even if we aren't ready to tell the company and the public yet, we did want you guys to know since you're family. You all mean a lot to Mingi and I." You added with an uncertain smile.

"Are we all hearing this for the first time?" Yeosang asked.

"Nope. I knew, even before they officially started dating. Mingi can't hide anything from me." Yunho raised his hand with a proud smile. Mingi rolled his eyes in response to that

"Hongjoong and I found out earlier today." Seonghwa said. San was the first to come up and hug you.

"Congrats, you two!" He hugged you and Mingi.

"Thank you." You giggled, hugging him back. All this while, Wooyoung was quiet. You moved away from San and approached him. He stared you up and down.

"You lied to me." Wooyoung stated, folding his arms.

"Woo... I'm sorry, I was going to tell you but I didn't know how... And there was a lot going on." You reasoned.

"She didn't lie to you. You asked if she was dating Seonghwa hyung and she said no. That's not a lie." Mingi defended. He was still salty that the smaller male thought you were dating the oldest. The others turned to look at Seonghwa.

"What? It's Wooyoung who jumped to conclusions, nothing to do with me." Seonghwa held his hands up defensively. Mingi knew you felt guilty from Wooyoung's words.

"Come on, she was already stressing so much about telling anyone at all. And she wanted to tell the hyungs first before telling the others. Don't make her feel bad." Mingi nudged Wooyoung's shoulder.

"Mings... Don't say that." You scolded.

"No more hiding secrets from me. Or else I won't forgive you so easily." Wooyoung said.

"Deal!" You grinned, throwing your arms around him to hug him tightly. Wooyoung hummed happily, rocking from side to side as he hugged you tightly.

"Okay, that's enough." Mingi separated the hug, tucking you under his arm. Hongjoong frowned, pulling you away from Mingi.

"Congrats, Indigo. I wish you and Mingi hyung the best." Jongho held his hand out to you to shake. But you burst out laughing, reaching out to hug him instead. He was just so awkwardly cute you couldn't help it. He froze from the sudden contact but softened, patting your back with a small smile.

"Sorry to break the moment but can we continue the congratulations over food? I'm starving." Yeosang said. You nodded with a giggle and all of you squeezed into the lift.

"Does any of the managers know yet?" Yunho asked.

"None of them know. The ones who know about us are in this lift, apart from my mother." Mingi replied.

"You've already met Mingi's mother?" Wooyoung's eyes widened. You hummed, briefly recounting to them the dinner you had with Mingi's mother previously.

"Wow. Sounds like she likes you more than Mingi hyung." San teased. Mingi scoffed but didn't deny it, he knew that his mother absolutely adored you and wanted to have you as her own daughter.

"Come." Seonghwa and Wooyoung both took hold of your hands, leading you to their van. You blinked in confusion.

"But..." Mingi watched helplessly as you got dragged away to the other van. He thought telling the others meant he could openly hug and kiss you. But it seemed to be the wrong assumption because the others seemed to work harder at separating the two of you.

"Let's go, princess." Yunho chuckled, patting his best friend's shoulder before climbing into their van. Mingi sighed but followed, sitting in his designated seat.

"I shouldn't have encouraged her to tell the rest." Mingi sulked. Yunho laughed at his misery.

"Her older brothers are going to be even more protective her than ever now. You're the bad guy." Yunho teasingly reminded.

"I'm not a bad guy! I'm not going to do anything bad to her. She's been fine with me for months. If anything, shouldn't Seonghwa hyung and Hongjoong hyung be protective of me?" Mingi groaned.

"Of course not. They may have known you longer but she's their precious." Jongho snickered.

"Oh, shut up." Mingi growled.

"Mingi's sulking." You giggled softly, looking at the sad faces Mingi was texting you. Wooyoung leaned over your shoulder to read the text, laughing loudly.

"I think he regrets telling us now." Seonghwa said. Even if it was all for fun and jokes, you knew that Mingi didn't regret telling them. He wanted to proudly show off your relationship. You didn't regret it too, in fact you were relieved that they knew now. Plus, they were happy for you and wished you both well.

"Geez, he'll see you again at the restaurant." Wooyoung whispered, looking at the grumbling messages. You all spoke quietly, not wanting the manager to catch on to what you were saying.

"Yes but that doesn't mean we'll let them sit together." Hongjoong smirked.

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hotgirlmythology · 19 days

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The OIAR's very well funded response team headcanon (I havebbeen watching Torchwood too much)

Now, we know that Mr Bonzo is On His Way to deal with anyone the OIAR sics him on, but there is only one Mr Bonzo. What happens when one needs to catch a group of people in a building with a door they can all just leave through once Mr Bonzo arrives? Clearly, the OIAR needs their Response part to complement the Assessment.

The OIAR has terrible funding, just like the magnus institute, and so I'm guessing that any kind of response element would also be badly funded. Presumably the assault rifle carrying crazies who showed up at the hilltop road charity shop and proceeded to shoot everything and then firebomb it were an external organisation, associated with another Entity maybe. Thus we should base our OIAR crack hit squad on an even less well equipped group: The british police force.

We already have section 31, so the police clearly have some knowledge of paranormal activity and respond to it. The OIAR does not need to manage the entire country, in that case. So the team directly associated with them would be fairly small and deployed when the target is not going to be moving off anytime soon. Isolated avatars and creatures, and localised cults are unlikely to get wind that they are about to be attacked by a sleep deprived paramilitary who have to travel by train so this probably isn't much of an issue.

The equipment of this group would probably be based on british police equipment, though obviously with some modifications for dealing with possible paranormal activity. British armed police generally carry pistols and have taken up using rifles recently too. However, let us think. Does it seem likely that an eldritch touched being is likely to buy body armour. Not really. If a weak bullet doesn't stop it long enough to be dealt with a rifle bullet probably won't either, and given the cost constraints it would probably make sense that this response unit has pistols all around and perhaps a sniper rifle. Some kind of night vision or thermal imaging may also be useful in the case of entities messing around with the time of day, which does seem to happen rather a lot. To round out the actually reasonable equipment, a flashbang might help. It's hard to concentrate on using your mystical powers of death and destruction when your ears are bleeding.

Now we move to the more silly equipment (:3). Rope! Rope is great for when you are nervous about losing your way or climbing into a pitch dark hole. Maybe string would help too, come to think of it. Glowsticks should also be useful for testing the aforementioned pitch dark holes, or to make sure nothing is creeping around behind you (would leave a shadow). For that matter stick a torch on the guns. Some kind of analogue recording device would probably be nice as entities seem to be able to wreak havoc with any kind of electronics, so paper and pen basically. Motion sensors are quite cheap and easy to set up, so we can give them some of those too. Pepper spray is terribly boring but I think it might be useful.

The most important part of these people is obviously going to be their esoteric knowledge of entities and ability to keep a clear and logical head when everything goes pear-shaped and their friends get turned into pineapples or something. Ideally they should understand the broad strokes of meditation exercises, be able to get past contradictory sensual input and have experience being a part of at least one paranormal group (so that they understand the modus operandi of this type of thing). Additional helpful tricks might be being able to shoot very accurately, some kind of self hypnosis to force oneself to snap out of delusions of fear or literally being an avatar themselves.

The Eye runs the OIAR as it ran the Magnus Archives and I think we can all agree on this. The Eye is probably also very interested in the prospect of being able to subsume allll the knowledge that this response team manages to nick from the people they black bag and drive off in trucks with. So on some level the response team is just as much a branch of the Eye as the assessment people. I'm thinking mmm unusually keen eyed (miraculous recovery from needing glasses), people becoming compliant when interrogated, maybe a compulsion to be extra thorough when turning the target's house upside down for secret books, but only when there is one to be found (the Eye is good at secrets). Obviously the Hunt is going to be involved somewhere too but likely to a lesser extent than the Eye.

I did consider having them drive around in the alcoholic equivalent of a clown car but honestly this would probably get them found out rather easily. Instead, it's more likely that they would take the train with some kind of identification to allow them to travel with weapons (or the Eye just helps them not be noticed when they are on it). And THEN they get into the clown car, which is actually a "requisitioned" unmarked police van. Of course, not everywhere they go has these to spare. In fact, they seem to magically get misplaced as soon as the Voyeurs (nickname for how they sometimes get caught nose deep in filing cabinets) show up. In which case, it's time for walkies

TLDR: Group of understaffed paramilitary kick in your cult's front door and somehow know precisely where all your EVIL TOMES are kept. And then when you try to cast an incantation upon these poltroons they throw rocks at you. An alternative interpretation is if someone was to be going around making people think they're falling out of the sky, deploying a bunch of people of whom some have actually fallen out of the sky will probably help them keep it together.

#tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tmagp headcanons #holy shit ibknow what tldr is now #the magnus protocol

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vilentia · 11 months

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Unspoken Reassurances

Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: Steve grapples with his past relationship trauma and insecurities, seeking solace in the comfort and affection you provide.

Warnings: insecurity, anxiety, past relationship trauma, fear, self-doubt, relationship insecurities, comfort, reassurance, affection

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The weight of Steve's insecurities pressed heavily upon him as he navigated the halls of Hawkins High School. He couldn't shake off the snippets of conversation he overheard from a group of guys. Their words echoed in his mind, replaying like a broken record, tormenting his already fragile self-esteem.

"Did you see her? She's stunning. I bet it wouldn't take much to make her forget about Harrington."

His heart sank with each word, a familiar ache resurfacing from his past. The ghost of Nancy Wheeler lingered in his thoughts, a constant reminder of how easily someone he loved could slip away. Doubt gnawed at his mind, poisoning the happiness he had found with you over the past few months.

Unable to bear the weight of his insecurities any longer, Steve found himself sitting in his car outside your house. He clutched the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he fought against the overwhelming fear coursing through his veins. What if those guys were right? What if he wasn't enough for you?

Summoning every ounce of courage, Steve stepped out of the car and made his way to your front door. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anticipation and dread, unsure of how you would react to his unexpected visit. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever lay ahead, and rang the doorbell.

The door swung open, revealing you standing there, a vision of warmth and comfort. Your eyes widened with delight at the sight of him, and a radiant smile spread across your face. You were wearing his favorite sweater, a sight that brought a bittersweet ache to his chest. How could someone as wonderful as you choose to be with him?

Before a single word escaped his lips, you recognized the turmoil within him. You saw the flicker of insecurity in his eyes, and without hesitation, you reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace. Your arms encircled him, offering a haven of love and understanding.

Steve buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent, and for a moment, he forgot the world outside. It was in your arms that he found solace, a sanctuary where he could let his guard down and reveal the rawness of his emotions. With every beat of your heart against his, he felt a renewed sense of belonging.

Wordlessly, you guided Steve inside, closing the door behind you. You led him to the living room, where the soft glow of the television illuminated the space. You settled onto the couch together, your bodies finding comfort in the familiar closeness. The TV's murmur faded into the background as your attention remained solely focused on each other.

You nestled against Steve's side, your head finding its place on his shoulder, and he instinctively wrapped his arm around you, holding you as if you were his lifeline. Your touch, gentle and reassuring, sent ripples of calmness through his being. It was as if you could read the depths of his soul, understanding his unspoken fears.

No words were needed. You simply held each other, seeking solace and understanding in the silence. Your fingers glided through his hair, your touch a gentle caress that chased away his doubts, replacing them with a profound sense of love and security. Each stroke was a declaration of your unwavering devotion.

In the hushed tranquility of the room, the weight of Steve's insecurities gradually dissipated. He could feel the steady rhythm of your breathing against his chest, a reminder that he was not alone in this battle against his own demons. With every breath, he found strength, drawing from the unspoken reassurance that emanated from your very presence.

As the evening wore on, the exhaustion of his emotional turmoil began to take its toll. Steve's eyes grew heavy, and a sense of peace settled over him. In the cocoon of your love, he surrendered to the warmth and security that enveloped him. He drifted into a deep, contented sleep, his fears momentarily forgotten.

You remained by his side, cherishing the vulnerability he had shared with you. The television flickered in the background, its soft glow illuminating your faces as you watched over him. You brushed a feather-light kiss against his forehead, pouring all your love and support into that simple gesture.

In that tender moment, as you continued to hold Steve in your embrace, you vowed to be his rock, his anchor in a sea of uncertainties. With you, he found the strength to confront his insecurities and the courage to embrace the love that blossomed between you. As the night wore on, you stayed there, intertwined and unyielding, as if to say, "I am here, and I will never let you go."

And so, you both remained, cocooned in each other's arms, finding solace and reassurance in the depth of your connection. The soft glow of the television illuminated the room, casting a gentle halo around your entwined bodies. With each passing moment, Steve's fears dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of security and belonging.

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[[Ignore me yapping about LiuHan once again]]

Kinda NSFW-ish towards the end?? Idk, but in case you've been warned.

Intensively thinking about Bi-Han and his brothers returning to their camp at night after a mission that couldn't have gone more wrong, and Bi-Han fucking losing it. Deep down, he acknowledged that the three of them, and their Lin Kuei group overall, did everything they could and that their mission was a lost cause before it even began, but he couldn't help being disappointed, nevertheless, not only with his skills, but also with his brothers'. It infuriated him thinking that someone challenged them and survived to tell the story, and he couldn't help but wonder what their clan thought of their leader, now that they saw him lose so miserably. Like it was usual for him, he ended up taking his anger out on anything and anyone he saw: he screamed, threw insults and some fists like he was 5 years old all over again until, eventually, Kuai and Tomas joined forces and told him to kindly go fuck himself if all he had to do was argue and complain. It was useless to fight over something they didn't have control over anymore. Their first try failed, period. Now, they had to stick together and stay focused if they wanted to actually put an end to their mission and catch the guy before they were to lose his tracks.

Mission that, of course, was assigned by no one if not Liu Kang himself. Bi-Han then, as Grandmaster, had the job to visit him and tell him how things went (even if useless considering that he'll already know the outcome. Probably, he even expected them to fail).

Then, I imagine Liu finding an angry Bi-Han at his Fire Temple, so lost in his wrath that he didn't even make sense as he talked: with quick words and a croaky voice he explained to Liu why they couldn't complete the task they were entrusted with; still, all while omitting the parts where he was the one to misjudge the situation. While normally Bi-Han would bow and calmly ask for forgiveness, still staying as much professional as he could, now the cryomancer was so angry that he didn't care about ranks anymore, as he entirely ignored Liu Kang trying to participate in the conversation. He just complained and complained, like a broken record, and if Liu tried to answer, Bi-Han just talked over him to get defensive and bitter.

It was already a couple of hours that Bi-Han was at Liu's temple, and the God has never heard him talk so fucking much?? But, at the same time, Liu Kang noticed that Bi-Han was getting tired, and that the only thing keeping him on his feet was sheer frustration. So, as a last resort, he tried to get him to relax by inviting him in his room to let him rest his head on something soft, as Liu knew that was the only thing he needed to have him fall asleep on the spot. He couldn't speak with Bi-Han in the state he was at that moment: only after he'd have rested, he could have talked to him about the mission.

Except that Bi-Han didn't seem to like his idea, despite Liu Kang convincing him to catch his breath on his bed; one moment he was talking about Tomas, the other he was still insulting their target. For how much patience Liu Kang was gifted with, he, too, was starting to have enough. It wasn't like the Lin Kuei had just let World's end happen. There was no reason for Bi-Han to get that worked up. As a distraction, while Bi-Han was finally resting with his back flat against Liu's mattress, the latter sat next to him, and gently started stroking the man's black hair with his fingers, even getting some of it out of the tight bun, just see how Bi-Han would have reacted: with pleasure, he found that Bi-Han was welcoming his touch, and he didn't snatch his hand away, like he would have normally done. Deciding to test his luck furthermore, Liu Kang then slowly caressed the man's face as well, feeling that his cheeks had warmed up with the way he had been yelling moments before.

Now that he was calming down, Liu Kang finally had the opportunity to talk back: he decided it was best, for now, to just reassure him. He told Bi-Han that their target wasn't someone who needed them to take immediate action, and that the only reason he was able to run off was because the Lin Kuei wasn't familiar with his fighting methods, so they let themselves be fooled; but, now that they were more aware, the next time they'd have surely destroyed him.

Bi-Han had stopped talking for some time, as he was listening to Liu Kang's soothing voice with half-closed eyes. Even if he seemed so, Liu knew he was far from relaxed. So, at last, he bowed his head and kissed Bi-Han chastely on the lips as a sign to finish there the conversation and invite him to rest together, but as he was still bent over him, Bi-Han quickly grabbed him by the back of his neck to force him into another kiss, this time a more passionate one. Without the heart to turn him down, Liu Kang reciprocated until their short make-out session left both men breathless. Even if Bi-Han had always been rougher in bed, this time he was even more aggressive as he kissed Liu with force and hunger, biting his lips until he drew blood and forcing his tongue inside the other's mouth.

Without letting Liu the time to do anything, Bi-Han changed their positions and quickly got up to press bites all over the God's exposed neck like he didn't want to leave a single piece of skin unravished by his lips; meanwhile, his still gloved hands traveled the other's body and hastily helped him get out of his clothes. Bi-Han had gotten so impatient that he didn't even care where Liu's clothes landed once he threw them across the room.

Curious by the sudden change of atmosphere, Liu Kang let Bi-Han do everything he wanted; the bites felt good, but hurt with the same intensity. At last, he found himself yanked hard against the mattress with his chest bared and Bi-Han looking down at him like he was starving and Liu was the first piece of meat he had seen after weeks. (Well, probably they hadn't gotten intimate in some time, but he certainly didn't image Bi-Han to be that desperate).

Bi-Han insisted on assaulting Liu Kang with kisses, not even caring about the way he was already getting some sounds of approval out of the other's throat. There was no tenderness in Bi-Han's touch, clearly he was just chasing his own release, but Liu didn't seem to care: his lover was trying to relieve stress, and who was him to tell him no? Besides, he liked to see just how desperate the Grandmaster could get only for his body.

One thing led to another, and the two men both found themselves nude. Bi-Han's thrusts were brutal and graceless, and his moans were louder than usual. Liu Kang didn't even come, but he didn't bring himself to care as the only thing he was focused on was hugging the man above him and caressing him as he was being devoured alive.

Once Bi-Han was finished, he looked like a different person compared to the first time the two saw each other that night. His hair was a mess, his lips were swollen and tainted with both their blood, and his back was covered in scratches. He looked at Liu Kang one last time, noticing that he had left him in an even worse condition. Before the tiredness finally took over his body, Bi-Han leaned in to press a last, soft kiss on Liu Kang's lips. It was the sweetest one he had ever received.

The morning after, Liu was the first one to wake up, with too many marks on his body, which he didn't know how to explain, and a pain that made all his muscles throb. But, despite everything, he was smiling, seeing Bi-Han sleeping next to him with the most serene expression he had seen on him after months of being together.

#i didn't mean to woobify bihan i just wanted to see him get a bit softer in the end #liuhan #bi han #mortal kombat 1 #bi han × liu kang #liu kang #bikang #originally wrote this in italian so translation may be... meh

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