#i notice this shit so often and it is the one thing that grinds my gears

[taakosleftshoe]

i wish people were more open to saying "its not for me" rather than being like "this is objectively bad and here's why"

#sierra speaks #this is about the taz subreddits but uhhh also about things in general lmao #i notice this shit so often and it is the one thing that grinds my gears #bc there are valid critiques of things but theres also recognizing that maybe it just didn't sit with you but maybe there are good things.. #like im sorry you hated devo... they were trying to tell an interesting story lmao #i get that people miss taz being a comedy but like... the mcelroys have changed w that ! they want to tell stories! #there are still goofs but there are also stories #and like... i fr think ethersea is just as interesting as balance #anyways this is just a view even outside of taz that has been very real to my mind these past few years #its like im.. extremely sick of negativity in general? i think we can critique things!! but it doesnt have to be an awful hellscape yk. lik #we CAN enjoy things or just.. not partake in them... #cause there are many things i dont think are objectively bad. but so many people out there will be like oh this is unlistenable and im like #idk dog i had a good time #i definitely think ethersea is the kind of season that is most fun when binged and less so when it's airing #whereas steeplechase feels the opposite! idk just what im feeling rn :]

[daddyy333]

Needy | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 2.6k

summary: Eddie has never given it all to you because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but you refuse to wait any longer. You want all of him and you want him now.

warnings: smut, p in v, oral (I think), squirting, overstimulation, ?

sorry this has taken so long I don’t know writing hasn’t exactly been my top priority because I’ve got a lot going on but I’m still writing as often as I can so new fics are gonna be slow but I promise I’ll be back to posting like I used to soon

The first time you saw Eddie’s dick, you were honestly worried. One, how the hell does he find pants and underwear big enough to fit that thing. Two, how were you ever gonna get it inside you.

He knew that look. A lot of girls wore the same look when they saw him for the first time. He didn’t understand it really, he knew he was a little blessed but he thought he was just a little above average.

So naturally, he went down on you and fingered you till you came 3 times to make sure you were relaxed and wet enough for him to stretch you out. You’d honestly never felt anything as good as Eddie’s cock, and ever since then you’d been obsessed with it.

You’d be calling every night begging him to come over, or to come pick you up just so you could feel him deep in you, feel that overwhelming stretch that felt better than anything you had ever felt before. He didn’t mind too much, he found it adorable how needy you’d get, whining about how much you need to have him inside you.

You almost always got what you wanted, but not entirely. He never sunk all the way in. Majority of the time he was on top, and even when you were on top he’d still be holding you still while fucked up into you. He didn’t want you to sink all the way down and hurt yourself, he knew he was thicker at the base and he didn't want you to go too far.

You had begged and begged him to let you try and see if you could take it, but he would never let you. No matter how hard you begged or how much you tried to force yourself lower, he always managed to stop you.

But tonight, oh you were getting what you wanted. You’d been the horniest you’ve ever been in your life the entire day, feeling your slick stick to your inner thighs whilst you worked and noticing a wet patch on your seat when you got out of the car, you knew you needed him and you needed all of him.

“Ed’s, put the book down” you said as you came in, throwing your bag on the dresser and unbuttoning your work shirt. Holy shit did he hate that shirt, he hated it because it was so provocative and they always gave everyone a size smaller so they would attract customers with their “attractive waitresses.”

But right now, oh god you looked sexier than ever. Your hair was a little disheveled, your makeup making your eyes look darker and even more attractive. He wanted to devour you and make you cum till you couldn’t think anymore.

You worked your shirt off, stepping closer to him as you unbutton your shorts. You got to the edge of the bed and kicked your shoes off before slipping your shorts off as well. He grinned at you as you climbed on top of him, resting your hands on his ribs as you leaned down and kissed him.

“Mm, baby” he groaned through the kiss, his voice low and raspy making your pussy clench around nothing. You moved your hands to his chest, grinding down on his half hard cock. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hands gripping your waist hard.

You lightly tugged at the bottom of his shirt and he pulled away, nodding at you. You got his shirt off and he smiled up at you, toying with the straps of your thong. You bit your lip and he sat up, running his thumb along your bra strap.

You reached behind you and unclipped your bra, letting him slide it off of you. “God, you’re so fucking perfect” he said and scoffed, burying his head between your breasts. Kissing, licking, sucking, he was all over your boobs for a good few minutes.

Once he seemed to finally move on, you got off the bed and said “take off your pants and boxers…please,” He shook his head and complied, groaning when you took your panties off and he saw your bare cunt, slick spreading on your inner thighs.

You whimpered softly as his huge cock sprung out, leaking precum as he hissed, jerking himself off for a little relief. You smiled and crawled on top of him again, running your hands up and down his chest and stomach, watching his cock jump as you felt his thighs up a little.

“Baby please…I need you. It hurts…” he said and you giggled. You bit your lip and lined yourself up with him, sliding down a little and stretching yourself. He sighed relievingly and squeezed your tit in one hand, the other keeping a firm grip on your hip as he moaned at the feel of your tight, warm, and wet pussy on his sensitive tip.

“Go slow, babe. D-Don’t hurt yourself” he grunted out, he’d kill to pound into you till the sun rose but he never expressed it, because he would never risk hurting you. You groaned and started bouncing on him, not going all the way just yet.

He moved a hand to rub at your swollen clit, moaning loudly as your pussy sucked his cock in over and over again. “Baby…fuck, I love this pussy” he said and you smiled.

You grabbed his hands, forcing him to lie on his back slightly and held his hands as you continued bouncing on his cock. He grunted, abs tensing slightly as the pleasure consumed him. Perfect, just what you wanted.

You smirked, kissing down his jawline and neck. Once he was plenty distracted you sat up, his arms still above his head squeezing the pillow now to ground himself. You placed your hands on his chest and bit your lip, quickly sliding all the way down till your clit touched his little patch of pubic hair.

You gasped, moaning loud as your pussy stretched around him, feeling so so full you couldn’t believe it. “Babe!” Eddie shouted and grunted, shuddering as his cock throbbed. Your brows furrowed, jaw dropped as you moaned like crazy.

“Eddie…oh- oh I can barely take it- y- y-your so big- Eddieee!” You moaned, digging your nails into his chest. He breathed a little heavy as he wrapped his arms around your back, kissing you gently.

“Holy shit, you’re so perfect!” He said and you whimpered. You lifted yourself up and slammed back down, nearly knocking the wind out of yourself. He was so deep, and so thick you could already feel yourself getting close.

You only bounced a few more times before you were cumming hard, screaming Eddie’s name and squeezing his cock so good he couldn’t even think straight. “Haggh! Good girl…yea, cum so f-fast on daddy’s cock” he said and you cried his name, whimpering as your orgasmed continued to hit you in waves, your clit twitching hard as your pussy spasmed around his dick

“I- Uhh! Eddie! It’s too much- it- ahhh!” You moaned, tears streaming down your face from overstimulation. He gently pulled you off and you panted heavily, resting against his chest. “Eddie…” you giggled and he hummed, caressing your hair.

He was a little upset at you for doing it without warning and pushing yourself too far, or so he thought. “Need it again…please?” You begged and he furrowed his brows. He sighed and said “it was too much for you”

“No, I want it again” you said and looked up at him, straddling his lap. He kissed you softly and said “you just calmed down from the first one, baby you need to relax for a second” “Ed’s…” you whined, pawing at his chest.

He rolled his eyes and said “turn around then,” You smiled and turned around so your ass was facing him and he sat up, getting ready for you to sink down on his cock. He kissed your neck a few times and said “come on, babe, let me feel that pussy again,”

“Thought you wante-” “shut up,” he whispered as he pushed you down on his dick, making you whimper. You let out a strangled moan, your thighs tensing slightly as you got used to the feeling again.

You took all of him, whimpering and writhing on his fat cock. He grunted and squeezed your hips, biting your shoulder slightly. You groaned and started to bounce, holding one of his hands and reaching behind you to pull at his hair with the other and keeping him buried in your neck, just where he liked.

“Fuck! It’s so good- it’s so good!” You babbled mindlessly. He grunted and chuckled, palming your ass. You were so fucking sensitive, you didn’t know if you were gonna be able to get him there before you came again.

He smiled as he watched you bounce on his cock, face twisted in pleasure as you pulled at his hair and squeezed his hair. He grunted and said “could watch you ride me all day, gorgeous…”

You mewled at that, groaning harshly when he started to fuck into you slightly, feeling like the wind was being knocked out of you. He smiled and ran a hand over to your front, pushing down on the bulge of his cock in your lower tummy. You gasped and looked down, moans growing louder at the realization of how big he was and how deep you were taking him.

You whined, crying out as you started to clench hard around him. He groaned and bucked his hips harder, wanting to cum with you. You gasped as your legs shook, a sob racking your body. You didn’t know what he was doing to you, you were cumming so easily and so hard you couldn’t handle it.

“Fuck, babe…so sensitive,” he said, rubbing your clit. You nearly screamed, your pussy clenching so hard as you squirted all over him. Your whole body was shaking, your breathing all kinds of messed up and your moans and whines flowing out freely.

Your mind felt fuzzy after you finally stopped, nearly slumping over if not for Eddie holding you. He got you off his dick, laying you next to him as you panted hard, clinging to him. “Fuck,” he groaned, looking down at his angrily red cock. He needed to cum so bad, and he knew you didn't mean to but fuck he was really worked up.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you started to apologize and he shushed you, kissing your head and holding you close to him. He smiled and said “it’s alright, princess. I know, I know, you just can’t handle me, hmm? Too big for my little princess”

You mewled, peppering kisses on his jawline as slick gushed from your pussy again. You were so tired and sore but you wanted to make him cum and you’d do anything to get him there.

“Ed’s…” you whimpered, grabbing his hip. He shook his head and said “babe, uh uh, you’re gonna overdo it. I’m good, I’ll take care of it” “no, no Eddie….please” you said and he sighed.

“One more,” he said and you nodded, biting your lip. He kissed you softly, swallowing the moans you let out when he cupped your pussy, playing with the stickiness between your folds and toying with your clit.

“So wet, baby,” he said, jerking himself off a little to get him somewhere. You gasped softly, your breathing shaky and irregular. He grunted and you mewled as you watched him fist his cock, the tip reaching above your belly button.

“I want it Eddie,” you whined quietly, looking up at him with pinched brows. He cursed at how adorable you looked, getting into missionary so he could see your pretty face while you came around his cock.

“Yea? What do you want, baby? Tell me,” he said and your breath hitched as his mushroom tip circled your clit. You whined and said “I…I want your cock, I want all of it! I want your cum inside me, please!”

“Shhh, pretty girl. I’m gonna give it to you real good, don't you worry” he said and kissed you softly, sliding himself in and thrusting at a good pace. Not too slow, not too fast, just enough to let you adjust to the feeling.

“Awh, so fucking tight…” he grunted and you whimpered. You squeezed his shoulders, nails digging in his skin. You furrowed your eyebrows, moaning Eddie’s name and squirming as he began to drill his cock into you.

He grunted, sucking your tits into his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple. God, he was a slut for your tits. Whining into your boobs, he sped up his pace as much as he could.

“Mmh…Ed- E-Eddie!” You moaned and he grunted, panting softly as his eyes squeezed shut. He thrusted hair, your pussy swallowing his dick and making him see stars. “fuck…” he whispered, squeezing the sheets beside you.

You whimpered, hands tangled in his hair as your pussy fluttered around his cock. “Shit- shit uhh…oh god, I’m close!” You moaned and he moaned into your ear, your pussy squeezing him deliciously.

“I’m almost there baby….agh! Almost there!” He said and kissed your neck a few times, squeezing your arm slightly as he tried to keep the same angle that was making his dick throb so hard he thought it might fall off.

“I can’t….ahh! Don’t stop, don’t stop till- shit- till you…fuck!” You cried out as you squirted around him again, you were so sensitive but you needed him to cum at least once. He rubbed your clit, making your eyes roll back as your legs shook hard, stomach clenching as he thrusted as fast as he could until he finally exploded in you.

He nearly screamed as he came, burying his cock deep inside you, grunting and panting as he came endlessly. “Y/n- fuuuck! It’s too good- it’s too- ughhh!” He groaned, pumping his cock into you a few more times as his cock throbbed inside you.

“Baby…hey, hey look at me,” he said and caressed your face. Your eyes fluttered open as you whimpered, looking up at him. “Hurts…” you whimpered. He kissed your head and said “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Fuck, I knew I should’ve stopped I’m sorry. Why didn’t you use your safe word, huh?” “Just wanted to make you cum…” you muttered tiredly.

He sighed and started to pull out and you winced, pulling at his hair. “Ahh- babe! You know it’ll be okay once I’m out. Just relax,” he said and you sniffled. You curled over on your side once he pulled out, panting slightly.

Eddie grunted and stood up, collecting himself as he quickly realized that was not just any orgasm. He groaned and grabbed a towel to clean himself off. He winced, his dick super sensitive from the most amazing sex you two have ever had.

He put on clean underwear and made his way to the side you were facing, brushing your hair out of your face. “You don’t have to do anything, you know? We don’t have to finish with each other, I don’t have to finish inside you, none of that. I only want you to feel good” he said and kissed your head a few times.

You moved to lay on your back and sighed as the exhaustion took over. “What about you though?” You asked, playing with his hair. He chuckled and said “I always feel good with you baby”

You rolled your eyes and he chuckled, wearing stupid boyish grin. He smoothed your hair back and kissed you softly, humming into the kiss. “You’re perfect, you know that?” He said and you blushed, looking away.

Taglist: @readsalot73 @hellfire1986baby

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic

[barcaatthemoon]

mommy dearest || mary earps x reader ||

it's just mommy kink mary earps smut.

18+, smut ahead, minors dni.

"oh fuck," you moaned as mary pulled your hips down to grind against her thigh. mary had been winding you up all practice, and now you could finally do something about it. to make matters worse, mary had to stay extra time for a quick instagram photoshoot and a couple of videos for youtube.

"don't worry, we'll get to that," mary teased. you didn't need to look up to know that she had a shit-eating grin on her face. she was far too proud of herself, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. "i'll take good care of you. i always do, don't i?"

"fuck, yes," you answered. mary grabbed a hold of your jaw, forcing you to look at her as you ground against her. you recognized the look in her eyes, one that she only ever really got when she wanted something specific. "you take such good care of me, mommy."

you watched the way that mary's jaw clenched at the name. her hands came up to grab at your hips, holding you as she flipped the two of you over. you were pinned beneath mary's body on top of the mattress now. she pressed a couple of rough kisses to your lips before she backed away, stepping off of the bed and going straight for the bedside table.

"mary," you whined at the loss of contact. she stifled a smile, secretly loving it whenever you'd get needy for her. mary would have loved to hold you in her arms all night, slowly dismantling every part of you just to put you back together again lovingly, but today, she wanted something different.

"i need you to do something for me, and then i promise that i'll take care of you. can you do that for me? just one little thing for mommy," mary said. a shiver ran down your spine at the way that she was talking to you. mary was generally a very loud person, often screaming and shouting throughout the day without noticing. now, she was being careful to keep her voice low and quiet. both of you knew how easily mary could manage to drive you up the wall that way.

"i'd do anything for you mommy," you said. mary smirked as she stripped herself out of her clothes and put on the harness. you knew almost immediately what she wanted from you when she grabbed you to move you into position. your head hung off of the edge of the bed, mouth perfectly positioned to take the strap when she leaned forward.

"you're such a good girl, always so willing to do what i ask," mary praised you. a deep blush rose to your cheeks at her words. she smiled down at you as she squeezed your cheeks to open your mouth. you had expected her to push her hips forward to get things started, but instead she leaned down a little and spit into your mouth.

the action took you by surprise, as did the tingling in the pit of your stomach at the thought of it. mary picked up on your realization, smirking as she moved her hips so that you could take the tip of the dildo into your mouth. mary held your face gently as her hips started to thrust in and out of your mouth. she knew what you could handle, just like she knew the way to work you up to that.

mary tried hard not to get ahead of herself as she watched you take inch after inch of her strap into your mouth. she moaned at the sight of you with every bit of it in your mouth. she slowly pulled out before pushing back in with rougher thrusts. you were sure that it was a truly pornographic scene, mary moaning as she fucked your face with her strap.

"i don't ever want to stop this," mary said as she pulled out of your mouth once again. this time, she spun you around so that your legs were on either side of her. "but your mouth isn't my favorite thing to fuck, even if you do look pretty drooling all over my thighs."

you opened your mouth to say something as mary slid a finger inside of you. her thumb toyed with your clit, intent on making you cum at least once before she started fucking you. your head began to feel fuzzy from the way that her thumb circled around your clit as she added a second finger. your hips moved with the thrusts of her fingers as you got worked up. mary just barely managed to add a third finger to the mix before you were cumming, absolutely coating her hand as you did.

"what's your color?" mary asked you.

"green," you answered immediately. mary wiped her fingers across your lips before she grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. she slid inside of you as her lips met yours in a searing kiss. you coudl feel her tongue licking the taste of you off of your lips. mary's tongue dipped into your mouth, but all you could focus on was the feeling of her fucking you.

mary's hands held onto your hips as she rammed hers into you. she was fucking you fast and hard. each thrust went in deep, hitting every spot that you could think to want. mary pulled away from the kisses to watch the way that your boobs bounced with each of her thrusts. your hands linked up behind her neck, nails scratching at the sides as you tried to grab onto something to steady yourself.

"fuck mary, i won't last like this," you warned her. mary knew that you were close, and she wanted you to cum. she moved one of her hands down from your hips to rub against your clit, knowing that would definitely send you over the edge. mary barely managed to touch you before you were screaming out for her. "mary! i'm cumming! i'm cumming!"

"that's right, cum for mommy," mary told you. she leaned down and was whispering in your ear, not stopping her thrusts even as the resistance started to build. mary could barely move from the way that you were clenching around her. her fingers kept rubbing against your clit, pushing you into further and further over the edge. mary showed no signs of stopping, so you started to push against her and squirm to get out from beneath her.

"that's it, you've killed me," you croaked out weakly. mary chuckled as she stepped out of the harness. she set it in the bathroom for cleaning, kicking the discarded clothes that way as she went. mary moved around for a few minutes before she came back to you.

"can you sit up for me?" mary asked you. you got halfway up, which was more than enough for mary to pull you the rest of the way. she let you take a few drinks from the gatorade that she brought you. the protein bar in her hand waited until after she started to clean you up with a warm washcloth. "sorry."

"it's okay," you mumbled. that didn't stop the little whimpers from the contact. mary pressed a kiss against your cheek as she threw the washcloth towards the bathroom. it missed, but you didn't bother telling mary to pick it up as she started to help you get dressed.

"cookies and cream or peanut butter and chocolate?" mary asked as she held up two protein bars. you reached for the peanut butter and chocolate one, ignoring the pout on mary's face. she'd end up getting a few bites of it anyway. the two of you shared a favorite flavor, so you didn't know why she didn't just bring two of those with her. the cookies and cream was good, but you usually brought those along when you ran out of the other.

"what's going on in there? i think i smell smoke," you teased. mary glared at you, nearly knocking you off of the bed as she nudged you. she mumbled an apology as she grabbed you and pulled you into her arms.

"you're gonna have bruises tomorrow," mary said quietly. you knew that it bothered her sometimes to be so rough with you. she knew that you were tough, and never gave you more than what you could handle, but you bruised like an overripe peach. "that's probably gonna hurt."

"mary, look at me, if i wanted you to stop, i would have told you. there are always bruises, even when you just pin my hips down a little. i was teasing you so much because i wanted this, both of us did. if you feel so bad about this, you can give me a rub down tomorrow, i'm sure that i'll need it after the gym," you told her. mary seemed to like that idea, truly relaxing around you for the first time since she had gotten finished fucking you.

#mary earps x reader #mary earps smut #mary earps imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso smut #minors do not interact

[slayfics]

Idk if you’re still taking requests but i’m down bad for your writings so pls hear me out: imagine giving katsuki a lap dance but even then somehow he’s still the one who holds control over you 🤧

I’m such a lost cause i’m sorry

You give Katsuki a lap dance.

Warnings: aged up | NSFW themes

1000 words~

You puttered around the living room, putting things away and cleaning down the table as Katsuki sat on the couch reviewing some work reports on his laptop. Music played off the speaker in the corner of the living room, your playlist on shuffle.

You listened to a variety of music, so the mood changed in the living room drastically from song to song. Currently, an ambient lo-fi song played, as you walked to the kitchen to throw away the cleaning wipes you just used.

You made your way back to the living room and scanned it for any other tasks that needed to be done. Everything looked in order, but you scanned again for something to do. You wanted more excuses to be close to Katsuki's presence as he worked.

You usually weren't this clingy but lately, he had been extra busy with hero work, giving you both little alone time. Deciding the TV could use dusting you walked to the hall closet to grab the duster.

As you made your way to the TV that was across from the couch Katsuki worked on, the lo-fi song changed and another randomly shuffled song played from your playlist. This song had a much different vibe from the lo-fi song. It was a slow sultry song you often put on to hype yourself up before having sex with Katsuki.

Katsuki knew the song well, as he watched you many times come to life for him when it played. He loved how it would instantly boost your confidence, making you feel like the attractive bombshell you deserved to feel like.

Katsuki's eyes flashed to you, "Change that damn song," he demanded.

You shot him a pouty look, "You don't like it?" you asked.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, "That's not the problem. This song- and you dusting the TV like that... can't fucking focus on my work."

"So don't," you said back at him teasingly.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow at you as if to challenge you. You stalked over to him and gently grabbed at his laptop. To your surprise Katsuki let you take it from him and place it on the table.

"Can I show you what I've been practicing?" You asked, climbing onto his lap. Being that you two had little alone time the past few weeks, you had been working up something special for him. After watching a sensual music video, you decided you wanted to give Katsuki a show, specifically a lap dance.

"Go ahead- you have my undivided attention now," he said, crimson eyes staring up at you as you positioned yourself.

Even though the song was perfect, and you practiced many times alone- you felt yourself freeze up under his intense crimson glare. His eyes eagerly watched you, curious to see what you had in mind. But all confidence ran out of your body as his hands grabbed your waist, his expression as intimidating as ever.

"Well? What were ya gonna do brat?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

Your hands rested on his shoulders as you internally yelled at your body to move, but nothing happened, "I was gonna dance for you," you said shyly.

Katsuki's eyes widened, "No shit?" He exclaimed. "Go on I wanna see," he encouraged.

You took a deep breath trying to regain some of your confidence. Noticing this Katsuki encouraged you further, "Come on don't get shy on me now, I want to see what you've been practicing for me," he said playfully slapping your ass. "You look hot as fuck just mounting me so- gonna lose it when you move your hips," he said, hyping you up.

You gave a sheepish smile as you forced yourself to try. You flipped your hair back putting on the confident expression you had practiced many times in the mirror, as your grip on his shoulders tightened and you began to gyrate your hips grinding on him.

Katsuki's eyes hungrily swept over your body as it moved for him. Then you pressed off his lap sinking between his legs, hands now on his thighs as you eyed him seductively making your way all the way down to the floor.

"Oh shit," Katsuki exclaimed taken off guard by your sudden departure. Following the video you'd studied so much, you stood up and turned around, now facing the TV you caught Katsuki's reflection in the dark screen still hungrily eyeing your body. Hands on his knees for support, you swayed your hips from side to side slowly as you sunk again to the floor in between his legs.

Knees on the floor, you removed your hands from his knees and placed them in front of you. On all fours, you slowly leaned forward till your head laid seductively on the floor. Your ass now being on display, you shook it for him.

Katsuki let out a lustful groan at your movements. Feeling all your confidence rush back, you sat up, laying your head back in his lap resting in between his legs, you arched your back and ran your hands seductively down your body eliciting another groan from him.

You moved back up to his lap, still facing away from him you pressed your ass into his lap and started grinding into him, hips swirling. "Fuck," he exclaimed, the feel of you beginning to weaken his resolve.

You stood back up but squeaked out in surprise when Katsuki grabbed your waist and pulled your ass back down. "Nah- do that shit again," He demanded.

You grinded your ass into him once more, a confident smile on your face at his enjoyment.

You flipped your hair again as you turned around, mounting him with a leg on either side of him, you worked your way up his lap. Swiveling your hips into him pressing into the bulge now protruding from his pants. You brought your hands to your chest as you gave your tits a jiggle, your last move before the song ended.

Before you could ask for his opinion Katsuki picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, "Bedroom now," was all he said. Causing your laughter to fill the room.

Thank you for the request! This was a fun one to write 🤭! I hope I was able to explain the dance well enough!

Shout out to @pastelbakugou and @unofficialmuilover for letting me bug them and give me ideas while I typed this one out 😂!

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @i-heart-carlisle @derangedmango @matchat3a

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[stop-talking]

Older; not Wiser (pt. 1)

Derek Danforth x fem reader

2.5k words

Tags: 18+, age gap, reader is 20, no use of y/n, smoking, shotgunning, brat tamer Derek, bratty reader, filthy shit, porn that's mostly plot, grinding, clit stimulation, Derek has dirty thoughts, (duh), idk just read it this is mostly buildup to smut

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Derek stumbles into his private study tired, high, and eager to take a break from the party raging in the rest of his mansion. He often retires to this room, as no one is allowed here but himself. Not even the maids.

So why is there a pretty young woman lounging in his recliner?

No, not lounging... you look far too tense for that. In fact, you don't even seem to notice his presence at all until he's towering over you.

"I believe this is my seat, sweetheart." He says, trying to keep his voice firm and suppress a smirk as he takes a hit of his blunt.

You scramble up from the chair immediately, squeaking out a quiet apology.

Ah, so you know who he is. AND you listen. That's good.

Derek chuckles to himself as he plops down in the plush lounge chair, a cloud of smoke escaping his lips.

You apparently don't know what to do yourself after the little evection, simply staring at your feet and tugging on the hem of your dangerously tiny dress.

Fuck, you look good.

"Oh, c'mon. Don't be like that. We can share." Derek pats the armrest of his chair, giving you what he hopes in an inviting smile.

After a few seconds of simply blinking at him in shock, you shyly make your way over and take a seat on the armrest. Your arm hooks around the top of the chair as you get comfortable, but you're careful not to touch him.

Derek can't help but smirk slightly at your timid nature. Is he really that scary? Whatever. He'll take it as a compliment.

"So, does she speak?" He asks after another slow hit of his joint. You look so pretty through the dim smoky haze.

"Not much." You admit, fixing your gaze on your lap in an attempt to avoid eye contact.

Derek looks at your lap too, but quickly has to turn his attention elsewhere. Fuck. That dress really is too short.

"Something tells me you're sober." He teases, waving his blunt in front of you.

That earns him a nod, so he pushes further.

"Want me to fix that, sweet girl? Looks like you need to relax a little."

You pause for a moment, then reach for his blunt. He pulls it away from you with a sharp tsk.

"Not like that. Open up for me, doll."

Your eyes widen with surprise as he brings a hand up to cup your face. He takes a long pull from his joint, enjoying the pretty little look you give him.

When he gently tugs at your bottom lip with his thumb, you obediently open your mouth, leaning down towards him.

His lips meet yours, and he exhales a lungful of hot smoke, depositing it directly into your own mouth. You eagerly take everything he gives you, melting into his touch. He can't help but want to give you more.

"Derek..." You whisper, eyes fluttering open as you stare down at him with a blissed-out look. Oh, that definitely relaxed you.

"Yes, doll?" He has to fight to suppress a smirk as he slowly tucks an arm around your lower back. In a failing attempt to be respectful, he lets his hand rest on your outer thigh, instead of shoving it right between your legs like he truly wants.

"Can you do that again?" You ask sweetly, leaning in a little closer now.

How could he ever say no to you?

"Only if you answer something for me, sweetheart." He practically purrs, gently caressing your cheek with the hand that's still holding the blunt. He's careful not to burn you, as the last thing he'd want to do is mark up that pretty face of yours.

Your neck, though...? No, he shouldn't go there. Not yet.

You hum a response, leaning into the touch and closing your eyes. One of your legs slips down from the armrest, falling on his lap instead.

Whether it's intentionally seductive or simply a sign you're growing more comfortable with him, Derek can't tell. He welcomes the touch either way, tugging you just a little closer with the arm he has around you.

"How'd a pretty girl like you end up all alone at a party, hm? Surely someone out there is missing you."

There. A not-so-subtle question. Is the little trespasser single? Not that it really matters. He'll have you either way.

"Oh, uh... I dunno... I was just feeling overwhelmed, and... well, I've been to parties before, just..."

After a minute of stumbling over your words, Derek waves a hand, cutting you off and putting you out of your misery.

"Just not a Danforth party?" He finishes for you, chuckling.

You flush a bit and nod, clearly embarrassed. Hm. You hadn't exactly answered his question, but, well... If you are in a relationship, it clearly isn't that serious. Not with how you're halfway to sitting on his lap.

"C'mere, sweetheart. You need to relax. It's overwhelming out there, huh?" He speaks softly, pulling you ever-so-slightly closer and giving your thigh a light pat.

Your arms slips around his shoulders in return, and he takes one final pull from his rapidly shrinking blunt in an attempt to hide his smugness. God, you're so damn eager. It's endearing.

After dropping the remnants of his joint in a nearby ashtray, he pulls you down to meet his lips again. You graciously accept his breath, and Derek swears he hears a moan spill from your pretty mouth.

"Feel better?" He asks, cradling your face in his hand.

You stare down at him with pure admiration, inching even closer as your eyes glaze over. The weed is clearly starting to take effect.

"What? You wanna take a seat, sweet girl?" Derek pats his lap, and apparently, that's all the invitation you need.

Before he knows it, you're situated sideways across his legs, with your arm still hooked around his neck.

He lets out a breathy laugh and tucks both his arms around you in return, one around your lower back and one just behind your knees.

Now that you're all up close and personal, he finally gets a good look at you. Fuck, you look young. His heart starts to race for a moment, irrationally fearing the worst. He knows there's a strict 18+ rule for all of his little parties, but still... couldn't hurt to check.

"Just how old are you, doll?"

"Twenty. Why?" You blink at him curiously, making yourself comfortable against his chest.

Shit. Okay. Twenty. That's not... too bad, right? His brow furrows, and he grips your thigh a little tighter as he pulls you close.

You must pick up on his hesitation, because you cup his cheek with your free hand and gently turn his head to look at you.

"Why? How old are you?"

"Take a guess, sweetheart."

Your faces scrunches adorably as you study him, and Derek has to hold in a laugh.

"Like... twenty-five?"

"Hm. You must be higher than I thought." He finally allows himself a small chuckle, taking your hand from his face and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it before lacing your fingers with his.

"That or you're just trying to flatter me."

You flush a bit at the kiss, but don't seem too phased otherwise, giggling softly and avoiding his gaze.

"How old are you, then?"

"I'm twenty-eight, sweetheart. You're practically a baby." Derek lets out an amused huff, squeezing your hand a little tighter as he slumps back in the recliner.

If you're surprised by that realization, you don't let it show. Instead, your free hand finds its way into his hair, lightly tugging at a handful of his curls.

"Yeah? And you practically have one foot in the grave, old man."

Derek should be mad at that. Both at the sudden intimate touch, and your disrespectful words. But looking into your eyes, seeing you smile at him like that? God, it just melts him.

Of course, he isn't quite ready to let you get away with that little quip either, so he gives your exposed thigh a playful smack.

"Play nice, little girl." He growls, returning your sass.

That just gets another giggle out of you. He marvels at how much you've changed from the shy girl he met just minutes ago. Hm. Must be the weed.

"You haven't smoked before, have you?" He muses, voicing his observation. He's sure of it. That light in your eyes. It has to be your first high.

"I mean... not really." You stare down at him with a smile, mindlessly twirling a lock of his hair around your finger.

Alright, that's enough. At this rate, you're gonna make him soft for you.

"Okay, sweetheart. I'm gonna call you a ride home." He huffs in amusement, shifting and reaching into his pocket for his phone.

"What? Why?" You frantically tense your grasp on his hair, giving him a look of genuine hurt.

Ow. Derek grunts, grabbing your hand and gently prying it from his curls.

"I'm not letting you go back out into that party like this, pretty girl. Look at you. Practically naked, and higher than a kite." He playfully tsks at you, running a hand over your exposed thighs for emphasis.

Fuck, you really are one wardrobe malfunction away from exposing yourself. Part of him is tempted to peel back the fabric of your tight little dress and try to catch a glimpse of your panties... if you're even wearing any. He wouldn't be surprised if you'd decided to forgo them.

"Who says I want to go back out into the party?" You start inching up his lap, getting dangerously close to his crotch.

He knows he should probably push you off, call you a ride, and send you home. Maybe give you his phone number, if he's feeling bold. But he doesn't want you to leave. Not when you're so damn fun.

"Woah, woah. Careful, little girl." He gently nudges you back down to his legs, desperately trying to keep you off his awakening dick. It stirs slightly in his pants from the movement, and he tries to discreetly adjust himself with a hand.

"I want to stay here with you." You whisper, giving him a pleading look as you reach to cup his cheek once more.

"No." He says firmly, though his cock is screaming at him to say yes.

"You're too far gone for this, sweetheart. I shouldn't have given you that second puff."

Derek reaches for his phone once more, determined to call you a ride and get you home safely.

Before he can even unlock the damn thing, you snatch it from him, dropping it onto the floor and out of reach. He tries to protest, but his angry growl quickly turns into a moan as you position yourself over his straining cock.

"I. Want. To. Stay."

Derek's nails dig into your thigh in retaliation, and he grits his teeth in a failing attempt to bite back a groan.

"You don't know what you're asking for." He growls, roughly grabbing your jaw and pulling you in closer.

"Then show me."

He does.

Derek kisses you with as much force as he can muster, biting your bottom lip and tugging it down to allow his tongue access to your mouth. He takes over the kiss, trying to swallow you whole.

After a few minutes of oral abuse, you pull away, dazed and panting.

"Too much for you, sweetheart?" He teases, unable to fight back a chuckle.

"No," you pant, "not nearly enough." With that, you reach a hand down and grope at his clothed cock, eyes trained on his own.

Fuck.

Your intentions are now explicitly clear, and Derek can feel his mind and body pulled in two different directions. Logically, he knows this is probably wrong. But his dick doesn't care about logic, and his brain is quick to agree.

He lets out a low growl as you start palming him through his clothes, and finally decides to do something about it. Two can play at that game.

"Oh, you're trouble. Aren't you, little girl?" One hand roughly squeezes your thigh, and the other slips between them, working his way up.

"Hm-hm." You just hum in agreement, melting against his chest and nosing into his hair.

"Yeah? This what you want?" He asks, finally reaching your panties. Fuck, even through the fabric, he can tell you're absolutely soaked.

His thumb traces circles around your clit through your underwear, and the needy little sounds you make only encourage him further.

Derek can't help but think this is a perfect way to spend the evening. He'll sit here and help your rub one out till you cum in those pretty panties, then hold you till you fall asleep on his lap. It'll be a damn good nap, too, considering he'd given you some of his own joint earlier. Good shit.

And then after, well, he'd either call you a cab or have someone fix up a room for you. He wasn't going to let anything happen to his new toy.

"Want more."

Derek is pulled out of his contemplation as you squeeze his cock again, more urgently this time. He hisses a response, trying to stay firm.

"You'll take what I offer, doll." He pulls his hand from between your legs, and lightly smacks your thigh as a warning.

This doesn't seem to go over well with you, as you begin to pout and backtalk him.

"What, scared? Does this old thing even work anymore?" You taunt him with another tantalizing grind of your palm against his dick.

Okay, that's enough of that.

"You wanna test it out, sweetheart?" He growls, harshly grabbing your wrist to put a stop to your little tease game.

"Maybe I do." You giggle, blinking down at him with an false innocence that he might have fell for, had he not just felt how soaked your pussy is.

Christ. You really are trouble. Derek soon finds his hands on your hips, guiding you to straddle his lap. Maybe he could let you ride one out on his thigh. That wouldn't be so bad, right?

Or maybe he'd have to make yet another change to his plans. You start to slide up his lap, and in the blink of an eye, you're pressed right up against his straining cock.

"Look, little girl." He growls at you through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on your hips in an attempt to ground himself.

"I'm not gonna go easy on you."

"Good. I'm not scared."

Derek can feel every gentlemanly urge leaving his body at your words. Well, he had tried the respectful route. His resolve in the face of your teasing should be applauded, truly.

You start to desperately grind against him, and finally, he snaps. You've made it clear what you want from him, and he can't hold back from giving it to you any longer.

He's going to to fuck you absolutely dumb.

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Author's note: I'M SORRY TO LEAVE THIS OFF ON A CLIFFHANGER but I am currently too sleepy to write!! But I want y'all to have SOMETHING, so here's a little treat!!

Part two will 100% be out tomorrow, and it will (probably) be the only additional chapter. This was just supposed to be some quick smut, not a whole series.

(It'll also be from the reader's perspective, this whole scene just felt right in Derek's.)

LOVE YOU GUYS!! HOPE I DIDNT MISS ANYTHING TOO GLARINGLY BAD BECAUSE THIS IS BARELY EDITIED AND IM SLEEP DEPRIVED !!!

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[property-of-sevika]

Title: Fuck the Pain Away Tonight

The night she came home to me so defeated and angry was one I’ll never forget.

Not because she was bloody and upset … but because I learned that it was possible to fuck pain away.

She ripped her already ripped shirt completely off and spiked it in the trash. Then she kicked the trash can, leaving a deep dent and then hurriedly began undressing in the kitchen. Everything she took off was ripped or blood stained. I watched her take everything off and slam it in the trash angrily.

“My love … what happened? Can I help you baby?” I am in the kitchen with her because I’m genuinely concerned and not actually gawking at her noticeably beautiful body.

Now Sevika is only in her underwear… and she is about to say something but instead just shakes her head and speeds into the bathroom.

I peek in the door of the bathroom. She rarely ever closes it.

She can’t hold it in, “Babe, my team fucked up tonight and tomorrow is going to be hell at work.” She growls and snatches the shower curtain out of her way so hard I thought she would break it.

I step in and place myself between her and the shower, “ Sev, babe, let me help you. You’re home now.” I turn on the shower for her so she doesn’t rip the knob off. “Don’t worry about it until you’re actually at work tomorrow. Breathe deep. Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m here for you. Come on my love.”

She inhales deeply and smirks at me, “sweetheart you’re right. I really can’t deal with that shit right now.” She strips naked and steps in the shower.

I wash her back and shoulders while she stands there attempting to relax. My baby is really trying to obey me. So hot!

I got more butterflies from the fact that she wanted to listen to me more than the fact that she’s butt naked in front of me now. I see her naked everyday anyway. But she doesn’t always just listen to me so easily.

When her back is clean I kiss her shoulder blades and then proceed to scrub her butt and legs. It’s not the first time we did this… I wash her back and she washes her front pretty often. It was one of our most domesticated habits and honestly we do it to save time and prevent her from breaking things in the small sized shower… let me be clear… she is a big woman. She is tall and muscular, built to scare, fight, and defend. I’m extremely attracted to her. Doesn’t matter that I’m almost an entire foot shorter than her.

When she’s clean she steps out the tub I hand her her towel. Sevika rarely shows this soft side out in public, but usually when we’re alone she opens up. She kisses my forehead and says, “baby I love you. You’re all I needed.”

I feel so warm inside. I feel so loved. I feel so needed.

Then she whispers in my ear, “I need you.”

“You got me babe,” I partially giggled from the tickle and partially from the flattery.

“No I mean I neeeeed you need you. I need you now… please” she let her velvety words flow out sensually straight to my core.

I could never let this woman beg me.

She’s my world.

I immediately start stripping. It was nice that she was complying to me earlier but I still love being submissive to her.

She lets her towel fall to the floor.

Our lips come together like magnets. Her muscular arms slide around me and she lifts me up. Each one of my legs wrap around her waist. We continue kissing as she carries me to our bedroom.

Within a minute my back touches our soft bed and she’s lowering herself on top of me. I pull her impatiently but she holds herself up to pull the last bit of clothing off of me.

Then our bodies touch.

Skin on skin.

My eyes roll back at the sensation of her finally on me. Butterflies rush through my core as she begins to grind me. She grabs my knee and gently presses me open for her to sink down on me.

“Fuuuuck yesssssss Sev…mmmm” I feel her pressing perfectly in between my legs. “Take me however you want me.”

I can’t see her face but I know she’s smirking.

She starts rocking harder, I can hear her breathing faster and louder. I want tonight to be about her. My only goal is to hear her cum. I will put her to bed happy tonight.

We’ve been together long enough to know that she will grind me for a little bit and then be able to cum if I eat her out right after. That’s my plan and that is what I did.

She started off on top and I did my best to turn her on and give it to her exactly how she wanted.

Then when her rhythm stuttered and she began moaning my name I knew it was time to flip over and I would use my mouth to bring her so much pleasure she’d be asleep 10 minutes afterwards.

I buried my face between her gorgeous brown legs and licked and sucked until my muscles hurt.

I love feeling her legs shake beside my head. I love feeling her try not to squeeze my head too tight when the pleasure begins to overpower her. But most of all I love hearing her voice when the orgasm rushes through her. It’s one of the only times I hear her sound so feminine because she’s blinded by ecstasy.

When we’re done I lick my lips and kiss her from her stomach to her neck.

I have to stop her from trying to repay me. I push her down as soon as she starts to sit up.

“Baby no, tonight was about you. Let’s go to sleep now. It’s ok my love.” I reassured her. I know she’s tired. Today was long and stressful and I want the very last thing she experiences is this fucked out bliss she’s in right now. I kiss her chest and neck and tell her it’s ok again.

“Babygirl I love you. I’m so happy.”

She falls asleep covered by my warmth and love.

I fall asleep knowing I fucked her pain away.

#sevika x reader #sevika #arcane #lgbtq positivity #love #lovers #lgbtq #hot as fuck #muscular #adult work

[cherriteaa]

chifuyu x his pretty girl ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊

Chifuyu x Black fem reader

I love Toman Man I literally have no other explanation

Contents: Tooth-rotting fluff

(not proofread)

HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART WHERE DO I EVEN START

He's always giving you stuff. Sharing and gift giving is so big with him. He's always going:

"Hey baby you want some before I drink this?" "You want anything to eat?" "Want some?" "I saw you looking at that plushie in the window. Do you want it?"

He has something of his, something he found, or something he bought for you nearly every time you meet up. He's a sucker for matching items as well. Couples plushies (he makes them kiss whenever he comes over), couples keychains, couples necklaces, ect. With jewelry, he always manages to find tasteful matching things. But he occasionally will get one of the corny heart pieces or something just because it's funny.

He is your number one hypeman until he dies. And then probably after that. His face totally lights up when you show him anything having to do with you. Or even just when you walk in the room and he notices something. If you get your nails, hair, lashes ect done, its a BIG DEAL for him.

"Let me see!! They're so pretty!" "Baby you look so goood!!" "Did you get your lashes done? They look amazing!"

Even if he notices you're feeling under the weather, he's there to remind you how much you mean to him, and even if you're insecure about anything, he makes it known that you are everything to him.

He finds cooking with you to be messy, but fun. He likes to put on your favorite songs just to see you hum and dance while in the kitchen.

HE SENDS YOU SO MUCH SHIT ON MY GOD. Instagram reels, tiktoks, memes he got on discord, links to clothes he thinks is cool, screenshots of clothing items or plushies that you may want. Literally everything. You two will send tiktoks back and forth for hours until its super late, text eachother goodnight, and then like an hour later, both see eachother online again and go "WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP STILL? GO TO BED" only to have the other send the stupidest meme in response. Often times, this leads to facetimes at 1am with you two giggling into your phones until you finally get tired. Then, you'll sleep on facetime together.

His gallery is full of you. Both pictures he took of you, and photos of you two together. He's a pretty energetic guy, and you two like to go exploring a lot, which means pictures at the park, pictures at new restaurants and cafes, photo evidence of you two getting into mischief, everything. He loves taking photos and capturing memories of you two.

Absolutely infatuated with you. He can't keep his hands off you. Not in a sexual way, but he's always holding your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist/shoulders, playfully poking at you, kissing your cheek, anything. He loves to randomly tilt your chin towards him so he can pepper kisses all over your cheeks/ lips

OH AND YOUR HAIR. He's respectful, so of course he asked before touching, but he's awfully curious about it. He loves your curls and the different styles you do/get done. He will certainly help you with detangling or washing, but he fumbles a little with styling. He's more than happy to help with adding beads, ribbon ect though. He's a "Yes ma'am" kinda guy. Def calls you 'his lady' and always pretends you're already married. Says shit like "Happy wife happy life" to his friends after buying you a plushie and they just snicker at him

Chifuyu is overall a very playful boyfriend. His number 1 priority is your safety. His second is your happiness. He likes to be corny for jokes, but you truly are everything to him. He's very cuddly and loves to share every aspect of his life with you. If you two ever encounter problems, he's a "We'll figure this out together." Kind of guy.

A/n: I love him so much omg

The writing grind continues!! I can't believe tokyo rev is taking a hold on me like this again

as always, please please please reblog and/or comment. I'm restarting my writing blog again, and would love love love to meet mutuals.

My requests are: Open!

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[yeonzzzn]

🌙small doses - soobin x fem!reader | coworkers to lovers, blonde!soobin | warnings: smuuttttt ♡

loving him is explosive, exciting, heart-pounding…but you can only take him in small doses…

[2.2k words] ☆ [pls do not repost]

The last thing you expected for the job as tomorrow x together’s hairdresser, make-up, and dress coordinator was for the leader of the group to make passes at you. 

At first, you’d just catch him staring you up and down, making glances at you from across the room and slowly biting his lip while adding in small winks. 

Those small things turned into him cornering you in hallways. Flirting with you while you fix his hair and makeup. Constantly asking you on dates and you always declined, but Soobin never gave up. 

He was very attractive and you’d often think about the things he’d do to you if you would just give him that chance. 

Soobin eventually got bold. Secretly pressing kisses to your cheeks. Squeezing your ass when you’d walk past him or even when you’d be bent slightly over to part his blonde strands. Stealing kisses from your lips when no one was watching. His hands are always finding their way onto your body in some way. 

It turned you on, you had to admit. And resisting him continued to become harder and harder the more you wanted him. 

But you were terrified of getting caught and losing your job. You need it after all. 

“Y/N!” one of the other makeup artists called, you looked up from the rack of clothes you were organizing, “Can you finish Yeonjun’s makeup? My husband is calling me and I need to answer the call.” 

You smiled at her, “Of course! Go answer your hubby!” 

She thanked you and ran out of the room. 

You made your way to Yeonjun, feeling a pair of eyes following you. A specific mocha brown eyes. 

Slightly glancing across the room you could see Soobin looking at you. His bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he did not even acknowledge the makeup artist in front of him fixing his blonde locks into a part. 

“Let’s see!” You clasped your hands together, scanning Yeonjun’s face to find where the artist left off, “Was she doing your eyes?” 

Yeonjun nodded, “How can you just tell by looking at me?” he asked, giving you a smile. 

You picked up the brush the artist was working with, touching Yeonjun’s skin softly, “I’m just that amazing!” 

Yeonjun chuckled, his smile growing wider, “You really are though, it’s  fantastic.” 

The conversation continued along with other small talk. The daggers from Soobin only got worse, and you were afraid Yeonjun noticed it too. 

You were alone in the dressing room, organizing the makeup palettes to be put away, humming to yourself, doing a small dance to yourself. 

“I love the way you move your body.” 

You jumped at his voice. Seeing his shit-eating grin through the mirror. 

“Dammit Choi Soobin,” you cursed him, “Can’t just sneak up on someone like that!”

He slowly made his way to you. You looked back down at the palettes, trying to focus on organizing. 

His hands touched your waist, sending millions of chills down your body. His touch always spiraled you. 

Soobin pressed his chest to your back, his hard length grinded against your ass, his mouth against your ear, “You look so sexy right now.” 

Feeling his cock throb against you made your hands tremble as you tried to continue moving everything. 

“Not going to talk to me?” Soobin whispered, biting your ear softly. 

You tried to control your breathing, to not show him what he was doing to you. Unfortunately for you, Soobin knows how to work your body. 

“Won’t talk to me, but will flirt with Yeonjun?” 

Soobin flipped you around, forcing you to look at him directly. Your chin between his fingers, lifting you to make eye contact. 

“It’s my job, Soobin.” You whispered. 

“To flirt with my hyung?” 

“No, you know what I meant!” you snapped at him, removing his hand from your face. 

He picked you up and placed you down on the vanity, back pressed against the mirror. 

His mouth found yours, hands squeezing your thighs. 

You desperately kissed him back, pulling the tie around his neck and bringing him even closer to you. 

He groaned against your lips, shoving his tongue inside your mouth, rubbing the muscle together with yours. 

“Fuck that was so hot, the way you pulled my tie baby girl.” Soobin moaned between kisses. 

His hands slid up your thighs, lifting your skirt along the way. 

He moved his lips to your neck, sending butterfly kisses down to your collarbone. 

That’s when you noticed he left the door to the dressing room open. 

“Soobin,” you put your hands on his broad shoulders, “you left the door open.”

“And?” his voice vibrating against your skin, “let them catch us.” 

You shook your head, “Soobin.” 

He placed his fingers against your folds, slowly rubbing. 

“Fuck baby girl,” he moaned against your neck, “your pretty pussy is so wet for me, when will you let me finally fuck you?”

You threw your head back against the mirror at his touch through your soaked panties. 

“Look at me, Y/N.” 

You lift your head, scanning his face. It was filled with so much lust and want. 

Soobin pressed his forehead against yours, sliding your pants to the side, circling his finger over your clit, “Let me fuck you.” 

You reached for his pants, unbuckling his belt and top button. 

He moved further up your skirt, looping his fingers with the strings of your panties, pulling them down your hips, over your ass, and down your legs. 

You moved yourself to the edge of the vanity, wrapping your legs around his waist, reaching your hands down his pants, feeling his hard length through his boxers with your palm, slowly stroking it. 

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, reaching for his pants, thumbs gripping the hem of them, readying to pull them down. 

“Where is Soobin!? We go on in five minutes!!” The voice came from one of his band members. 

“Fuck.” Soobin sighed and quickly fixed his pants and belt back into place. 

Part of you was relieved not wanting to get caught in the dressing room fucking your co-worker. 

But the other part wants his cock so deep within you leaving you in a mess. 

You watch as he fixes his hair in the mirror behind you, “Fuck my lips are puffy.” 

You grin, liking that you were the reason for it. 

Soobin caught your grin from the sides of his eyes, him taking your chin in his hand, “What’s with that shit-eating grin of yours? Huh? Dirty girl loves what she caused, ya?” 

You nodded, feeling proud of it. 

Soobin smirked, releasing you from his hand, and stepping away from you. Your eyes traveled down to the tent in his pants from how hard his cock was, thanking whoever it was who decided to put him in those tight pants. 

He bent down, picking up your panties from the floor, “I’m keeping these.” 

You totally forgot how he removed them from you not even a minute ago, “Wait Bin, I need those!” 

You reach for them, him taking even more steps away from you.

“Want them back?” Soobin teased, shoving them into his pocket, “You know where to find my room at the hotel.” 

And with that, he went down the hall and was gone. 

You cursed him under your breath and hopped down from the vanity. Seeing the pool of your wet glistening from the mirror lights from where you sat. 

You bit your lip looking at the effect Soobin had on you. 

He’s touched you before, pinned you against anything he could at any moment he could. But this time was different. You were ready to take him. Ready to give in to his desires. 

You’ve only had him in small doses. And they were enough to drive you insane. You could only imagine the hot mess you’d be if you had more of him. 

You quickly cleaned yourself up and left the dressing room. 

—

Soobin dug his face into your neck, one arm around your waist while you rode him, his other holding him up from falling back. 

You tore your nails into his shoulders as you bounced up and down on his cock. Your head is thrown back from pure pleasure. 

“Oh, fuck me, baby girl,” Soobin moaned, “you’re fucking me so good. Doing so good for me.” 

The temptation of coming to his hotel room just to get your panties back was too hard to pass up. Your pussy was wet for hours after he left you alone in the dressing room. 

You lay against your bedsheets, fingers between your fold, trying to get yourself off and hold your pride to not go to his room. But found yourself here anyway, wanting him badly. You needed your full dosage of him. 

“Fuck Soobin, f-feels so good. Fuck,” you slammed yourself down onto him, grinding your hips to feel him deeper within you. 

“Fuck fuck fuck, Y/N,” he squeezed his arm tighter around your waist, helping fill himself deeper, “your pretty pussy feels so good on my cock.” 

You placed your hands on his face, kissing him passionately, feeling your tummy tighten. 

Soobin could feel you tighten around him, “You’re close aren’t you, baby girl?” 

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning your body into him, bouncing faster against him, “I’m going to cum.” 

“Cum for me baby girl,” he bucked his hips in rhythm with yours, “Make a pretty little mess on my dick.” 

You moaned into his neck as you released onto him, continuing to move your hips as you chased your high, “Such a good girl for me, making such a fucking mess on me.” 

“Bin, it feels s-so good.” 

Soobin continued his movements inside you, removing his arm from your waist to pull a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, fuck.” 

Before you can respond, he shifts you both, throwing your back against his bed. 

Taking your hands in his and above your head, pinning them against the sheets. 

“Be a good girl and wrap your legs around me.” 

You listened, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, feeling his tip at your entrance. 

Soobin slowly pushed back into you. You arched your back, feeling every inch of him inside you. 

Soobin picked up the pace, fucking you hard and fast. 

“Fuck your pussy feels so nice wrapped around my cock, fuck fuck fuck.”  

You were melting against him, your body so sensitive and on fire. 

Soobin groaned, wrapping one arm underneath you, pulling you down, and slamming into you harder. 

“Fuck, Bin.” 

“Say my name,” he snapped, “Scream it, let everyone in this hotel know how hard and good I am giving it to you. Let’em know how much you love me fucking you. How you’re mine and mine only.”

You did as you were told, and moaned out his name loud enough, knowing the whole floor heard you. 

“Fuck Bin,” you moaned, arching your back even more. 

“Oh god, I love seeing you like this baby girl. Fuck I’m cumming, going to fill you to the brim with my cum, you’d love that huh baby girl?” 

You nodded, “Cum for me Bin.” 

“Fuck.” 

Soobin moaned as he released, slowly his pace as he chased his high, filling you completely,  squeezing your hand tighter against his bedsheets. 

He rolled off you, both your chests moving up and down to regain the oxygen back into your lungs. 

Your head spun, realizing why you only took Soobin in smaller doses until tonight. 

He felt you wanting more. He made you give in to the feelings for him that you’ve fought off for months. 

“Y/N,” he called for you. 

You turned to face him, “Yes?” 

He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together, “You don’t know what you do to me.” 

Soobin’s eyes no longer held the usual lust, but were now filled with so much love, passion, and need for you. You rubbed your thumb over his fingers, giving him a soft smile. 

“Bin?” 

“Yes, my love?” He brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to your fingers. 

“I love you. And I am sorry it took so long for me to give in.” 

Soobin gave you his bunny smile, pressing another kiss to your fingers, “I knew you wanted me just as badly as I wanted you.” 

You rolled your eyes, “stop teasing me!” you scoffed, “I just confessed my feelings and you repay me by teasing?” 

“Of course.” 

You climbed on top of him, pressing your lips to his. Making out while giggling with each other. 

There was a bang against the wall, scaring the shit out of both of you.

“Oh my FUCKING GOD SHUT UP!!” It was Beomgyu screaming from the next room over, “I’ve been trying to sleep for HOURS but couldn’t because of your sex sounds. Please for the love of god shut up!” 

You cupped your hand over your mouth, trying to keep your laugh to a minimum. 

Soobin couldn’t help but softly chuckle with his bunny smile getting even wider. 

“I’ll have to apologize to him tomorrow,” Soobin whispered. 

“I can’t believe we were that loud.”

Soobin shrugged, “They’ve all known how hard I was pinning for you, it was just a matter of time before this happened.”

You nodded, laying your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

“And, I love you too, Y/N.” Soobin wrapped his arms around you, “I’ve loved you from the moment you walked into my company's building applying for this job, I literally spent weeks begging them to hire you, and I am so glad they did.”

#myhome #soobin #choi soobin #soobin x reader #reader x soobin #txt x reader #reader x txt #txt #tomorrow x together #txt fanfic #txt fanfiction #txt imagines #txt scenarios #friends to lovers #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #huening kai #yeonzzzn writing

[luvlunajpg]

Caught ♡

♥︎ Pairing: Johnnie x fem reader

♥︎ Summary: Jake accidentally walked in on you and Johnnie doing the dirty while he was streaming

♥︎ Classification: slight fluff and smut

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It was 9pm you just got off your computer after a long day of streaming. You stretched your arms and cracked every knuckle to refresh yourself from the amount of cramps that was ignored during the stream. You decided to check on your boyfriend johnnie which was also streaming in his own office. You lightly opened his door to see him streaming while answering fan questions. he noticed you peeking through the door and gave you a quick wave before turning back to the computer.

“Sorry guys Y/N is spying on me right now. What a creep, wanna say hi?”

johnnie asked while waving at you to come over. You smiled and walked over to the camera to wave at his viewers.

“Hi guysss! How are you guys doing today? I just ended my stream a minute ago muah muah muah”

Johnnie giggled at the sight of his girlfriend blowing kisses at the camera. He rests his hand on your waist and rubbed his thumb over your hip bone causing you to have goosebumps.

“Alright babe this is my stream, yours ended a minute ago. Byeee”

Johnnie laughs as he lightly pushes you away from the camera. You rolled your eyes playfully and wave one last time to the camera before heading out. Before you head to your room, you saw Jake eating a box of Crumbl Cookies while streaming as well. At this point this has been something that is normal for you. you’ll often see the lights and cameras being set up around the house as if you’re a movie star but in reality, you’re just living with jake and johnnie. They need to make content and entertain their fans, you do the same thing as well nothing abnormal about this. You took a sip of cold water and waved at jake’s camera before jogging back to your room.

You took off your makeup, washed your face and slipped into the matching black lingerie set that johnnie bought for you on your birthday. You knew it was expensive so you just wore it to bed when you feel like it just to make his moneys worth. As you were scrolling through instagram you heard your door opened slowly. You looked over your shoulder to see your boyfriend johnnie walking in with the most exhausted face you’ve ever seen. You giggled at the sight of your tired boyfriend and pat on the empty space on your bed beside you. He groaned and flopped on that empty spot, letting him sink onto your soft velvet sheets. You played with his hair for a few minutes which caused him to lift his head up and whimper.

“mmmm babe~ you know i love it when you wear that black set. It looks so good on you” Johnnie whines as he sits up

“Oh really? I never noticed” you joked as you notice a bulge starting to form under johnnies jeans

Johnnie rolled his eyes and crashes his lips onto yours. Both of you started to make out and strip johnnie’s clothes one by one, leaving him with only his boxers on. You climbed onto his lap and gently rest your ass on his bulge causing him to groan. Johnnie leaves a trail of kisses from your lips all the way to your cleavage, leaving hickeys on your chest. You moan at the feeling of your chest being sucked and licked, you grind yourself against Johnnie’s bulge causing him to let out a moan.

“Y/N i want to fuck you so bad” johnnie moaned as he removes your lingerie and his boxers.

“Gosh they’re so perfect Y/N” johnnie sighs at the sight of your pierced nipples and perky breast infront of him. He place one of your boobs in his mouth causing you to moan and throw your head back. He swirls his tongue around your nipples as your hand gets lost in his hair. Both of you were grinding on eachother while Johnnie is leaving hickeys on your boobs. And suddenly the door slammed wide open

“OMG JOHNNIE YOU NEED TO— OH MY FUCK! SHIT! FUCK AHHH MY EYES OMG!!” Jake yells as he covers his eyes and drops the box of cookies on the floor

I jumped off johnnie and hid under the blankets as Johnnie covers himself as well

“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE ARENT YOU STREAMING?? GET OUT!!” Johnnie yells back at jake

“I AM STREAMING! I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU CAUSE I WANT YOU TO TRY THIS FLAVOUR OUT AND I KNOW YOU WOULD LOVE IT CAUSE-“

“JUST GET OUT!! JAKE!!!” Jake gets cut off by you and johnnie yelling at him. Jake apologises a countless of times as he attempts to leave the room with his eyes closed. After he finally leaves the room, johnnie locks the door behind him and nervously chuckle while scratching the back of his head. Your face was now as red as your velvet sheets and you still could not process how jake just walked in on you and Johnnie. Johnnie climbs back on the bed and giggled at your red face, giving your cheek a peck

“Now.. where were we?” Johnnie smirks while rubbing his thumb over your nipple piercing.

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A/N:

hi you guys! I hope you guys enjoyed it ;-;, this is my first time writing smut or even fanfic in general so pls be nice hehe. Anyways! I’ll try and write more fanfic in the future. So far i am only comfortable in writing fluff and smut so feel free to give me any ideas on what i should write next. And yeah…

I LOVE YOU GUYS 🩷🖤

#jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #johnnie x reader #smut #johnnie smut #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie fanfiction #johnnie guilbert fanfic #johnnie guilbert fanfiction #johnnie guilbert smut fanfic #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie fluff #johnnie x fem reader #johnnie x female reader

[schmerzafte]

Cloudy with a heavy chance of rain. (w/ WJSN Eunseo)

(As always, much appreciation goes to @a-casual-kpopfan for the help given to me by editing this post, it's been a while since I've posted a fic, and I hope my skills aren't that rusty. Love, schmerzhafte.)

Rain.

It always enamours you in this weird way.

It always reminds you of a…

Memory.

Is it sweet? bitter? or something else?

You do not grasp it well, but you feel it anyway.

Especially when you are accompanied by someone you adore, someone you care about, someone you love, and someone you cherish until the end. It always brightens your days when you spend time with her, seeing her smile and laugh whenever you crack a joke or two. It is a smile you will never forget, even if you have already seen it a thousand times. It still hits you deep. And hopefully, you will always experience this forever and ever.

“Hey, dummy! Don’t just blank out like that! I’m here you know.”

And with that, your thoughts that are starting to grow, embracing your memories, fade instantly. Because there is a smile that warms up your life when you look away from the window. It’s the smile that you won’t forget, after all.

“Jeez, I sometimes wonder why you do this often, you know? You always blank out randomly every time we hang out.”

Right. You know that she recognizes this behaviour very well. It always occurs whenever you spend your day alone or with her. The thoughts always linger around, emitting a bright light in what currently is a dark place. It is night, after all, which is always the time when both of you finish work, and decide to spend the rest of your days together, in this café. The café that you know well holds every beautiful moment that you and she create every time both of you come to this place after dealing with the mess that is life, especially when you work in such a busy office, and she also deals with the same thing as you are, albeit in a different environment.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry, it’s just…remembering what happened to us, what we deal with together in life, and what we have to face every day, yet we get to meet here, in the exact same place, every day. It’s just…comforting.”

“After all these years, I’m still confused, and it’s slowly grinding my gears, you know.”

Oh…shit.

You know this expression very well, whenever the mood starts to shift, you can easily recognize it by staring at her face, which, while expressing an angry emotion, seems to make your smile wider, just by imagining how cute she is whenever she gets angry.

“You are a cute princess whenever you get angry, Juyeon. I’m starting to notice that as well.”

“Jeez, focus on the topic! I’m asking you why you do this!” she pouts in the most adorable way possible.

“Well, here’s why.”

And then you do the most sacrilegious thing you’ve ever done in your whole life, one that you never thought you could do to other people. But you need to do it anyway, just to prove a point, just to declare something, to her.

A boop to her nose.

“Hey!”

“That is why.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“It means I love you, dummy, it means that you are important to me, to my whole life.”

The expression suddenly changes, gone is the pouty face that you thought was the cutest thing in the world, and appearing to you, a surprised face that you rarely see, because she always expects the most unexpected thing from you.

But whenever you talk about this kind of stuff, she blushes very easily, like it’s second nature to her. Maybe it’s coming from her past, which you are very knowledgeable about, or because of how much you care for her, she didn’t expect it to come from you, due to how different you are acting towards your acquaintances, friends, or…someone you cherished forever.

“Don’t…just say that to me, after the fact that you BOOPED MY NOSE!”

That blush again, it’s hard to hold a smile and a laugh, seeing that beautiful expression.

“You’re so damn cute, I wish I could see this expression from you every day, every time.” You replied, whilst holding and stroking your hand to her right cheek, remembering how cute she is whenever she gets like this. And you just wish you could do this forever and ever.

“You know you can, right? We always meet at the end of our work, and whenever the weekend arrives.”

“Yeah, but I just wish I could do this to you every day, 24/7.”

“That’s just wishful thinking, you know? Oh, by the way…” she glances at the barista, which you also know well, because, of course, both of you come here after work hours, ordering the same type of drink, and spending the rest of your days together, eventually, someone from the café would recognize both of you well. “The same one!” she spoke to the barista, ordering her favourite drink, which is the hot cappuccino with brown sugar instead of white, which she always claims “It is healthier than white sugar you know. You should try it!” of course you ignored it, but you just love to see her complain about it every time you ordered a drink with white sugar. Those small things are what keep you alive, those memories that you hold forever. But, whenever she ordered a drink, you know damn well you must keep up with her, just to not leave her alone with her drinks.

“Oh, and for me, one espresso with a shot of rum.” You said to the barista. A rare combination, but you know damn well that you must work late tonight because your boss asked for an egregious amount of wishful thinking that gets approved by the department. With how close the deadline is approaching, you know that you must work harder this evening and stay up late, making letters and invitations to different companies.

“Damn, not just an espresso, but a rum as well? Guess your boss is acting up again, huh?” She scoffed at your order. “Yeah, he’s acting up again, asking for ridiculous favours, adding weird things to an already approaching deadline, which means we have to work double the time to requisite more budget and items to the other department.” You replied to her with a disgusted look.

“Well, such is life, sometimes you get a good workplace environment, sometimes you get a shitty one, just be glad that you have a nice workplace, but with the handicap that is your boss.” There’s a hint of truth in what she said. Yeah, you work every day from 9 to 3, but the workplace you live in is comfortable; a good internet connection, pantries with many ingredients to cook something when you have downtime, an actual good income, and many friendly colleagues that always support one another. It is a rare blessing for some people, because many of those people get a shitty workplace, and a shitty boss too. That is what you’re proud of, but of course, the downside is that your boss is a tough one.

“Yeah, you’re right, anyway, the drinks have arrived!”

The barista comes with both of your beverages, her hot cappuccino, and your espresso with a shot of rum. “Still together, are we? What a lovely couple both of you are, I hope the best for both of you, living the best life, and loving each other!” she happily exclaims. You saw your soulmate smile gently whilst laughing, with a hint of blush on her cheeks. That’s a good expression to see. “Thank you, miss. We wish you the same thing as well, we hope your café keeps running well!” she happily replied to the barista, and you as well said the same thing. The café actually runs really well, it was constructed and ran probably 3 to 4 years ago, which is a good accomplishment for a self-owned café. The owner and the staff have been great to both of you, and made a drink named after both of your favourite moments in life, “Cloudy Rain”, a grey-coloured cocktail with egg white that has been shaken in order to form a “cloud of foam” that floats on the top, representing a drink that symbolizes struggle, and a hardship that both of you need to tackle to move forward in life.

“Miss Juyeon, if you have the time, can you come here at around 9.30 a.m.? We need to deliver an order, but when we saw the place where we were supposed to deliver it, we noticed that it’s your workplace. So…if you wouldn’t mind?” the barista hesitantly asked your soulmate. It’s not often that the café gets a delivery order, because it’s supposed to be a “traditional vintage café, which only serves a dine-in customer”, but when there’s an order, it usually comes from your Juyeon’s workplace, because of how she promotes the place to her colleagues and acquaintances, which in turns, creates a huge profit for the café. A rare occurrence indeed.

“Oh sure, it’s probably Hyunjung or Sojung, since both like this place’s beverages. I’m sure it’s the same order as the previous one, correct?” she asked. Call it intuition, but she knows her colleagues well enough to the point where she remembers the exact drink her colleagues ordered every time, she asks them about ordering beverages from the café. “Yes! Wow, someone’s a great colleague, huh? You’re very lucky to have a soulmate like her who cares about her colleagues.” The barista happily exclaimed. It surely puts a smile on your face too, seeing her being this cheerful, especially with how busy both of your life has been, it’s a rare occurrence, but when it happens, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime moment, that you will surely remember for the rest of your life.

But you feel sleepy all of a sudden, it feels like a weight is put on both of your shoulders, and your eyes share the same sensation, forcing a situation that you damn well can’t pull out from, with how intense work and life is. It’s weird, because you’re supposed to be awake, with how you ordered such heavy caffeine, combined with a rum as well. It’s supposed to help you with your work tonight. Instead, it forces you to fall asleep, knowing well that you need to drive home with Juyeon back home, in order to work more, and maybe get a proper rest. But luckily, she notices it well enough.

“Hey, dummy! Don’t go to sleep yet, you must drive us home, remember? Hey! Wake up!” she shouts while nudging your shoulder.

But the rain, the heavy feeling, and the warm sensation of Juyeon’s smile put you to sleep quickly, and you can’t help but notice that the rain continues to ring in your ears, keeping your company. It’s been like this for hours, but surely the rain will end soon, right? You clearly checked the weather app this morning, and it predicted that the rain would come to an end at around this time.

But it doesn’t.

Instead, it’s the sleepy feeling that comes to an end quickly.

You wake up in the same place, facing a window, watching the rain outside, you don’t even realize how long you have been asleep, but there’s one thing you do realize.

A familiar voice peeks into your left ear, shouting.

“Hey, it’s 1 a.m., and we are about to clean up before closing the café.”

It’s the Café owner, nudging your shoulder, whilst on her right hand, holding a broom.

After that, do you realize, that you are still in the same place.

The only difference is that you’re alone.

The heavy sensation that you felt, now comes again, but it doesn’t put you to sleep. Instead, it heavily pushes your mind and your heart. The rain, forcing you to memorize a certain moment that you, and the other person you used to be here with, shared.

With your phone in your grip, you checked, and a notification from the Calendar app came.

“11th November: Cloudy Rain.”

As you pull away from the window and your phone, there you see, on the other side of your table.

Grey-coloured Cocktail, with heavy foam on top.

And a familiar portrait of a person.

In front of it, a bouquet of White Chrysanthemum and Gladioli.

Someone who you’ve cherished all the time.

Who you’ve shared those moments, those memories, those sensations.

Someone, with whom you shared the rain together, after hour, in this very place, with a hot cappuccino, and an espresso with a shot of rum in front of you.

Someone, who you loved, to death.

And indeed, as you stare at the portrait,

of Son Juyeon.

#fanfiction #wjsn #wjsn eunseo #reader x eunseo #wjsn fic #eunseo fic #son juyeon

[kira-fluff]

….. can you please do “sleep with no pants” for our birthday boy kita shinsuke??? …… and make it extra spicy?? 🥹

a/n: oh. my. god. YES. i could commit tax fraud and embezzlement if he asked me to. of course. yes. yes. also, I have high alcohol tolerance so I'm not really sure how much is too much...

drunken mistakes | kita shinsuke

pairing: kita shinsuke x reader yes, this is a continuation on "sleeping with no pants on" but I decided to make it longer/special for some reason. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KITA!!! tw: fem!reader, alcohol misusage (drunkness), swearing, mutual pining, grinding, nsfw, dom!reader, sub!kita pt 1 pt 2 pt 3

it was only supposed to be one drink. that's what you'd told yourself at the beginning of the night, but you would be lying if you said you stuck to what your convictions very often. for example, you told yourself not to fall for your best friend, kita. and yet here you are, drunk and in love. anyone looking at you around your friend's apartment could see the misery on your face. they turned to each other, speaking in low voices as if you couldn't notice because you were too far gone. well, you weren't. and you knew now that they knew you're downing your eleventh shot of casamigos because of something other than "for the vibes". honestly, your facial expression probably gave it away, too, with the lame, pouty lip and mopey eyes. the thoughts and conversations surrounding you only made you yearn for another glass of something to dim the sound of your increasing heartbeat. reaching for the bottle of tequila, your eyes met with the last person you ever hoped to see that night.

fuck, and why was he checking his phone like he'd received an invite? you swore in your muddled mind you'd wring the neck of whichever piece of shit thought it would be a good idea to invite your best friend despite all of them knowing (at least, now) that you are head over heels in love with him. you cursed as he took immediate notice of you. kita.

kita

to be quite honest, I don't care much for parties or really any celebration that involves an exuberant use of alcohol. ever since high school, in fact, I'd done my very best to avoid them rather than allow myself to get sucked into caring for vomiting, regretful teens (or adults, if we're speaking in the now). still, when I'd received a text saying that she was wasted and needed a ride who could take good care of her, I already was putting on my coat and shoes, as if I wasn't awoken to my phone vibrating numerous times at 2am. I can't help it. whenever it comes to her, there's nothing I wouldn't do to get a chance to even be around her. she's my best friend, so it's not like it's a mutual thing. just me being an idiot and getting sucked into those eyes of hers. the way she looks at me. the way she smiles. it were those thoughts and memories that had me sliding into my seat at 2:15 and on my way to one of her good friends' house. when I arrived at the address and walked through the entrance, my first instinct was the text once again to find where she was at that current moment. it was a need. I needed to know she was safe. that she wasn't crying or confused or sick. my skin prickled as I felt a pair of sharp eyes on me. I lifted up my head to see two languid pupils blinking slowly at me, lips downturned and mopey.

you blinked slowly up at him. "so," you hiccuped, "you're here kita." his brows furrowed at you. you grimaced. you knew he wasn't much for alcohol, but a more rebellious part of you thought he deserved to suck it because you didn't even want him here anyway. "mm...kita...." you trailed off, unsure where you were planning to take the start of your sentence. "mm?" kita replied quietly, patiently (like he always was). "'m startin' to think I'll die single." he let out a little scoff, "stop being silly. you're drunk. go to bed." you pouted, "but no one wants to go to bed with me." he flushed, thankfully it seemed you were too drunk to notice, and asked, "how many people have you been going around asking to sleep with?" you grinned at him, "just you." kita swallowed down the words does that mean you want to sleep with me? and instead opted for a choked "ok". you leaned closer. "hey kita...? since I'm drunk..." you ran a finger up his arm. he raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to go on. "since 'm drunk, I was wonderin' if you'd indulge me for a little while..." you said, the last syllables of your sentence coming out in a sigh. "what're you-" the next sound that came from kita's throat was a moan as you lifted your thighs up and placed their plush, softness on his hard, toned ones. you leaned in, whispering in his ear, "j-just.... for a while.... b-but stop me if..." you breathed many of your words in but fuck, he didn't want you to put an end to what he'd literally been dreaming of for so long. you then began your slow, languid pace of rolling your hips against his thighs. at this point, you weren't sure what was real and what was fake... but you knew you were dreaming. but there was no way in real life his thighs were that fucking hard. scratch that, you must be in heaven, because the little pants you're hearing from him are more than you could've ever asked for. his quiet "ah"s made your drunken rhythm turn faster, causing you to snap your hips and begin to roll them against his groin, eliciting a sharp groan from his mouth. "a-ahh... w-we sh-shouldn't..." you licked a stripe up the column of his neck, shutting him up. next, you made your way to the hem of your shirt, pulling at the fabric, all whilst rolling your hips against him. in a few seconds, all that was on was a shear bralette - lingerie, of course - and all that was below. kita took inhaled a sharp breath. he was already rock hard and he had no idea what he was supposed to do other than let you have your way with him. he swore he wouldn't do anything in return. you were drunk... but he couldn't bring himself to pull you off of him. he was enjoying it all too much. he blushed again, but this time in shame. he was disgusting, getting off on your drunken mistake. suddenly, you got off of him, leaving him in a strong feeling of want. he could still feel the ghost of your thighs on his legs. but then you reached for his arm lazily, dragging him over to a bedroom. you weren't sure whose it was, just that you wanted to have your way with your best friend, just for a little while, in this lovely dream. he was so compliant. his reactions were better than you hoped for, and you were living for it.

pushing him onto the bed, he let out a grunt of surprise. "you know... I go to sleep without my pants on every night... but tonight I just might not wear anything..." kita swallowed thickly, unable to stop himself from imagining your nude form in all its glory, riding his cock. he distantly wondered if you knew what you were doing. you had something in your eyes besides that heady lust and drunkenness that had him questioning something... that maybe, just for a second, there was something there like attraction... like love. slowly, you slid your panties down, exposing your naked cunt. kita took another sharp breath at the sight of you. then, you began to go at taking his own pants off. slowly, you rubbed your hands against his erection, eliciting a groan from him, and reached for his button. unclasping it, you moved onto his zipper, slowly - painfully - moving it down. when his cock sprung free, you gasped at its size. you were shocked that something so big and thick could be hiding in his pants that now seemed entirely in the way. so, you pulled them down, now angling yourself, your entrance and the head of his cock. you both let out a groan when you sunk yourself down onto him.

kita awoke to you in his arms, naked, and his dick pressed hard against your ass. guilt washed over him again, and he wondered whether he should take his chance to escape before you could wake up and yell at him. thankfully, nothing you did was something he'd forced upon you... he had merely let you do what you wanted to him. when you moaned his name last night he thought he might lose his mind. he leaned forward, careful not to stir you awake, and kissed the top of your head. maybe you would wake up, and instead of horror... just maybe, you'd blush.. and he could tell you how much he loved you, and not just because of what you did last night. it was wishful thinking, but maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way he did.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x you #fem!reader #haikyuu headcanons #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke x y/n #kita shinsuke fluff #kita shinsuke smut #kita shinsuke x you #haikyū!! #haikyuu kita #haikyuu x reader

[bouncybongfairy]

Wild Night

Summary: You are convinced by your best friend Stacey into having a wild night at the club where you met Rick Sanchez.

TW: Drug Use | Smut | Alcohol | Rough Sex.

Rick Sanchez x Reader

Word Count: 3k+

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You rummage through your purse, trying to find your lanyard to unlock the door. After what seems like an eternity, you finally get the door open. You set your bag on the island in the kitchen and check your phone. Today was your Friday, and you were looking forward to your three-day weekend from work. With school, work, and your social life, you only want to sleep when you get free time. This was something your inner circle was noticing and pointing out more often. Your phone rings with the collar ID of Stacy. You met her in statistics class and really hit it off. 

“Hey girl,” you say into the phone while walking into your bathroom to take off your jewelry. 

“Y\N! What are you doing tonight? Novah and I planned on going to The Wormhole tonight and we really want you to come.” She said into the phone, the faint sound coming from the background. 

“I don’t know Stacey, I have a ton of homework and I worked today,” you say, taking your earrings off and your claw clip. 

“Please, just come out. You told me yesterday that you have a three-day weekend.” She remarked while Marina played quietly over the speaker. 

“What does that have to do with anything? My free time isn’t your availability.” You said leaving the bathroom and going to sit on your bed. Stacey sighed and switched her tone before speaking, 

“Look, I really miss you. I know you’re working and have a life and I admire how dedicated you are. It just can’t be healthy to be going so non stop. Please just come out with Novah and me, have one or two drinks and if you really are not feeling up to it we can Uber you home. I’ll come over and we can get ready together.. please..?” Stacey at this point was begging. 

“Be here in like, an hour okay?” You say while turning the shower water on the heat up.  

“Yay! I’ll be there soon girl, I promise you won’t regret this.” Stacey sang into the phone before hanging up. Once you thought more about it, you began romanticizing the idea of going to the club. Getting all done up, breaking out the lashes, extension, heels, mini skirt.

The last time you went out with Stacey you damn near blacked out. Dancing with the strippers on the pole, body shots, the looks you got when you started grinding against Stacey. Once the water was warm, you stepped into the shower and started washing your body. The Wormhole is the sickest club you've ever been to. The bouncers do a great job of keeping creeps out. Some of the bottle girls sell molly and they have strippers. 

"What did I get myself into tonight?" you mutter to yourself and you rinse the shampoo out of your hair.

~

Once Stacey got there, they began doing their makeup in front of the mirror built on your closet door. You were clipping your extensions into your hair while she was applying power to set her foundation.

"So.. are you planning on getting laid tonight?" Stacey asked, shifting through her make-up bag. You chuckle while grabbing your curler and wrapping your hair around it,

"Honestly yeah, I haven't gotten dick in like, three months." You said finishing up your hair, teasing it a bit to give it some volume.

"Oh my gosh, are you serious? Yeah, it's a good thing that I convinced you to come out tonight because that's some grandma shit right there," she said, spraying setting spray on her face.

"I don't know, I'm just tired of the ending. It's like the buildup is great. We're all taking shots and smoking, dancing the night away. The end of the night begins to approach and you start looking for the guy you're gonna take home. The sexual tension is like so electric when you're dancing with said dude or on the car ride home. You get in bed, he'll dig into your hip for a while and then when you do start having sex, they last like 45 mins then collapses after they finish. Then sit there in award silence for 10 minutes before getting dressed and mumbling: mY uBeR iS hErE and run out the door. It's just too much." You said while fixing your eyelashes and grabbing a couple bobby pins to secure your bangs to the side, "do my eyelashes look even?" You ask Stacey who had just finished lighting a blunt, handing it to you so she could answer your question.

"Yes, they look even and yeah I get that. It's hard to find guys our age that can play that mind game. Like, the cat and mouse game. You know, like flirting and teasing but I would settle for a guy who could find the clit without help!" She said, bursting into laughter. "That is setting the bar low, even for you." You joke back while exhaling your hit before turning back to finish getting ready.

~

After about another 30 minutes you both were leaving your apartment to get down to The Wormhole. Novah was going to meet you both there and you were really excited. After pre-gaming with the blunt Stacey had rolled, you were feeling so optimistic about the night. Especially compared to how you felt before the invite. You're wearing a jean mini-skirt that pretty much looks like a tube top. Pink, chunky pumps, and a white long-sleeve crop top that left your mid-section bare. Your platinum blonde hair blown out Farrah Fawcett style resting on your shoulders and back. Of course, the Juicy bag that you stole from your sister in high school. It really wouldn't be a complete outfit without it. Once you guys walk into the club you immediately find Novah, who saved a table for you guys.

"You know Y|N, when Stacey texted me that you were going to meet us here I can't say that I believed her but I'm so stoked you came out!" She said playfully pushing you on the shoulder. You laugh and nod your head, "Yeah it's been all work no play but I'm here tonight and I'm trying to get fucked up." You giggle which makes both girls laugh. "Let's drink to that whore," Stacey says, walking away to order a bottle.

It was somewhere between the fifth shot of GreyGoose and the second joint you smoked in the bathroom that you became more open-minded. Stacey was behind you, grinding her pelvis against your ass. Novah was dancing in front of you holding their mixed drink in the air. You were really starting to feel drunk at this point, especially when you started wanting a cigarette.

"Our bottle girl has molly, are you down?" Stacey whispers in your ear you immediately turn around and flash her a devilish grin which causes both of you to break out into laughter. You guys track down the bottle girl and buy 60 dollars worth of molly.

That was when you first noticed him, it honestly was a bit embarrassing. You had dipped the acrylic nail on your pinky into the small baggie of powder and brought it up to your nose. Right as you snorted the molly is when you locked eyes with him. His hair was so blue, like seriously blue. He had on a lab coat which at first struck you as weird but it really goes with his whole vibe. One of the first things you notice is that he's alone or at least you were hoping he was. Without breaking eye contact with you, he grabs his glass and takes a couple of swigs.

"Hello, Y|N are you good?" Stacey asks while stroking your hair. "Um, yeah but, do you see that guy over there who -hiccup- who is that?" You ask, referring over to the blue-haired man.

"Oh, that's Rick Sanchez or Smith or something like that, uhh, I think I went to high school with his granddaughter. He's a drunk but also like a crazy scientist who has this weird-ass car airplane hybrid vehicle thing. I don't know tho." Stacy slightly slurred while still dancing to the music that was blaring, "Are you thinking about getting at him?" She asks you while pulling you in to start dancing again.

"Well yeah, I mean like I said I'm tired of clueless men so maybe I should go after an older man, try something new." You said but you couldn't help but giggle the entire time while you said it.

'God this molly is so strong you thought to yourself.

"I support Y|N on their journey to getting space man dick," Novah said, grabbing Stacey as showed you away in an encouraging way to go interact with him. Under different circumstances, it might have taken you more of a pep talk to be so direct but with the liquid and powder courage took away any anxiety. You had to admit it was a bit nerve-racking when you first approached Rick. Most people change their facial expressions and body language to acknowledge the fact that you are approaching them. He just stared at you with the same facial expression from when you first locked eyes. Once you were standing directly in front of him you smiled and greeted him.

"Hey, your name is Rick right?" You asked, fixing your purse strap. "Are you trying to make small talk?" Rick asked sarcastically.

"Sure looks like it doesn't it." You snap back quickly, grabbing his glass and taking a sip out of the black straw. You quickly realize what you thought was a glass of water was indeed pure vodka. You bite down on the straw to keep your face from grimacing.

"What's your name?" Rick snickered, taking the glass back and taking three large gulps.

"Y|N, my friends said that you're a spaceman. Are you?" You ask, becoming impatient on trying to find a good opportunity to ask him to dance.

"How does that concern you or your little girlfriends?" He asked leaning so she could hear him over the speakers.

"Oh, that doesn't really concern me, you know what really does worry me? The fact that you aren't grinding against me on the dance floor. Don't you find that concerning?" You ask sarcastically, grabbing his belt loops and using them to pull yourself closer to him. This causes him to stand up from the bar stool he was sitting on. That was when you realized how tall he was, he was literally towering over you. Your neck was bent completely back to look up at him whereas his head was hanging down to see you.

"I'm not going to be your parent for the night, I don't want to deal with daddy issues." He said which made you throw your head back and laugh. You felt his hand on your back catch you in case you lost balance.

You grab the bag of molly out of your cleavage and scoop a fair amount of powder onto your nail. You bring it up to his nose and whisper in his ear as he snorts it, "I don't need a daddy, I need a dick that lasts longer than an hour and doesn't need GPS to get to its destination." You giggled as he pulled you in closer, almost causing your feet to lift off the ground.

"I think we're gonna make a great pair." He said as he led you to the dance floor. You had been standing with Rick for so long that when you began making your way to the floor, you really began to feel inebriated.

The energy you felt between the two of you on the dance floor was unreal. To be fair, being intoxicated could be clouding your proper judgment but feeling Rick behind you was making your legs feel like it was burning. Such a warm feeling in the bottom of your stomach. As you were grinding against him you couldn't help but try to size him up.

"Your dick feels so fucking big." You said after turning around to face Rick. He was smirking at you, his body slightly hovering over you so he could squeeze your ass. Which is when a bottle girl walked passed and asked what time she would be meeting Rick after the club closes.

"Back the fuck up." You sneer, shoving her back causing a couple of the drinks on her tray to spill on a couple of people around you. Immediately the bouncers come to remove you but Rick grabs you by your waist so that your back is pressed against his chest.

"I got it, alright buddy calm down j-just calm down I'm taking- I'll take her." He said while you were trying to get out of his grip. Your feet were dangling and you eventually got your hand loose and immediately slid your hand down his happy trail as he walked you over to his ship which was parked out back instead of in front of the club. Once you get close enough to the ship he turns you around and slams you against the ship door. He pressed his body against yours making you pinned in between him and the metal.

"You're fucking mental. I'm not one of these frat boys who can't look past you. If I want to hook up with her or whoever the fuck I choose. Control yourself," Rick growled into your ear, moving one of his hands to grip your throat. You pull your legs up and wrap them around his waist and smile at him.

"Mental for your dick." You mumble against his lips which were chattering slightly due to the molly.

"Fuck it," Rick said pulling out his portal gun and creating the bright green gateway. It opens from behind you, Rick's face becomes illuminated by the green light.

god he looks so powerful

You both fall through the portal onto a bed. It took you a while to notice but the bed you were both on was your own. You run your hands down his back, digging your nails into his lower half. He groans as he grinds against you. You bring your feet up and try to push his pants off of him. He chuckles as he pulls away from you and sits up on his knees. As he began undoing his belt you couldn't help but admire his body. The T.V. was glowing behind him creating a halo of light behind him. He pulled a condom out of his lab coat. You sit up so that you are on your knees as well.

"Can I put it on you?" You asked, scooting closer to him and reaching for it. He looks down at you and smiles and hands it over. He pulled his pants down and you were pretty impressed. You rip open the condom with your teeth and slowly start rolling it on.

"I knew it was big," You say as you start stroking his dick. "I don't think anyone would disagree with you on that." He said crawling back on top of you. You pull your thong down but leave your skirt on. He trails his hand up your thigh and uses his thumb to rub your clit.

"Fuck you're already so fucking wet," He moaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder. You caress the back of his head with one hand and with the other, you reach down and line up his dick to your entrance.

He starts kissing your chest as he slowly slides into you. Rick is bigger than average so it was a bit uncomfortable. It really turned you on that you didn't have to ask him to take it slow at first. He puts his elbows by your ears and slowly starts to speed up. You run your fingers through his hair and arch your back.

"Fuck yeah feels so good to have you wrapped around me." He moaned out while picking up speed. You start bucking your hips up to meet his thrust. You bite down on his neck and let out a loud groan.

He flips you over so that you are on top. You move your hair out of your face and start rocking your hips back and forth. He threw his head back and bucked up into you which encouraged you to go faster. You could feel your heart rate speed up as you rode him. You become more winded and put your hands by his head to support some of your weight. Rick uses this to his advantage and bites down on your nipple. Beads of sweat were starting to form on your forehead, the only thing you could think about was building up to your climax.

You throw yourself back and rest your hands on your knees and start moving your hips in a circular motion. He sits up with you and looks up at you while you ride him. He runs his hands down your back and grabs your ass all while making eye contact. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was slightly agape. His pupils were so wide that his eyes looked black.

"Mmhm, can you feel me tighten around your cock?" You ask, picking up your pace.

"Fuck I can't take it," You hear Rick mumble to himself as he flips you both around for the second time. This time you were on your stomach, he quickly inserted himself back into you. You let out a loud cry, not expecting the intense amount of pleasure so quickly. He shoves his hand underneath you and starts playing with your clit as he pounds into you. "Holy fuck I'm about to cum!" You scream out, and he bites onto the back of your shoulder. You both cum at the same time, Rick doesn't stop biting your shoulder until after he is finished. He quickly pulled out and tied off the condom, tossing it in the trashcan next to the bed. He collapses on top of you and soon after you both drift off to sleep.

~

Hello! This is the first fan fiction that I’ve ever published. Looking forward to writing more. Was thinking of making this a slow-burn fanfic but want to get public opinion before doing so.

#rick sanchez #rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez smut #rick c137 #fanfiction #fanfic writing #slow burn

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Yeah. Uh-huh. That’s why your ideas are stupid and we’re all gonna die.”

Keith fumes. Like, actually fumes, making the noise and everything, face bright red and scowl twisting his face so tightly that there’s a genuine concern he’s in pain. Lance, on the other hand, looks completely unbothered, flexing his fingers and checking his nails like he has no stake at all in the conversation.

Hunk exchanges a glance with Pidge. He’s at least glad they know better, if not poor Keith — Lance’s leg is bouncing up a storm underneath the table. He’s just as affected as Keith is, he’s just being a dick for brains because he’s emotionally stunted.

“If there’s something wrong with the plan,” Keith says, carefully enunciating every word through gritted teeth, “then please point it out to me and suggest an alternative.” The ‘otherwise shut the fuck up’ goes unsaid, but Hunk feels the sentiment is pretty clear regardless.

Lance upheaves a big, dramatic sigh, flopping backwards in his chair and covering his eyes with his hand like merely voicing his thoughts is such a struggle.

Keith’s eye twitches.

“You’re going to get a knife thrown at your head,” Hunk warns pleasantly, fully aware that it will do nothing.

He’s right. Lance ignores him.

“Look here,” he says, flicking a hand — with a more than reasonable amount of fanfare, Hunk will add, in fact he’s relatively certain that Lance has painted his fingernails gold entirely so they shine and catch everyone’s attention when he waves his hands around — at the holo blueprints Keith has pulled up of the Empire warship. “I mean, you have a plan that would work well for an EXC-76E-5 ship. Enter through the west hatch, sneak through the side hallways, ambush the gathered crew on the bridge. Except —” he swipes the image to the side, pulling up a file and displaying a photo sent by the Blades of the ship they’re currently planning to infiltrate — “the ship we’re infiltrating is an EXC-76E-4, dumbass. The hallways available to the west hatch opening don’t lead to the bridge, they lead to the armoury. If we mosey our way to the one place on the ship loaded with bombs and trigger happy Empire soldiers, it’s bye-bye Voltron.” He raises an eyebrow, smirking slightly, before parting his hands in faux surrender. “Of course, you’re the leader, though. If you say it’s time to go boom, I say sayonara, cruel word. Your wish is my firm command, Oh Fearless Leader.”

There’s a moment of tense, shocked silence. Hunk hurriedly pulls out his own file, noticing peripherally that everyone else does, as well, and hurriedly scans the report — the Blades have mistakenly noted in the write-up that the ship model is the EXC-76E-5, but the photos show, very clearly, an EXC-76E-4. Lance is right, and is the only one to notice — he must have all the models memorized. It’s a very Lance thing to do.

So is being a smug little shit about it, Hunk knows that for certain.

Beside him, Allura is biting her lip hard to keep from laughing. Over the past few months, her and Lance have gotten much closer, and while that has done wonders for team dynamics, it has also done wonders for Lance’s ego, which is.

Well.

It just is.

Pidge is also notably hiding her face with her hands. Hunk himself has several years of practice keeping his face in check when Lance is right, as is his duty as the number one Lance humbler (and as Lance’s duty with him — Hunk will admit that he can be a cocky shithead when he wants to be), so he’s looking straight at Keith.

Keith’s face has dropped to a deadpan stare. He grinds his teeth, glancing at the file and then back up at Lance, who smiles sunnily as if he’s not the absolute king of being as irritating as possible as often as possible.

“You know what your problem is?” Keith mutters, angrily swiping his hand through his battle plans to delete them and pulling up new blueprints.

Lance grins smugly, placing his hands under his chin and his elbows on the table. He blinks slowly, then opens half-lidded eyes towards Keith.

“Enlighten me,” he says.

“You,” Keith continues, as if Lance had not spoken, “are really cute, so no one ever told you to shut your fucking pie-hole.”

For the second time in the last ten minutes, the briefing room rings with shocked silence. Keith doesn’t seem to have noticed that he said it, or even that he said it to Lance’s face — he’s muttering grumpily to himself, crossing out every other thing he writes. He’s not even looking at Lance.

Lance, on the other hand, looks completely shocked. Shocked does not begin to cover it, honestly. Startled, maybe? His hands have dropped from under his chin, and his brown eyes are wide, looking at Keith in disbelief. His mouth is open slightly, gaped, at a total and complete loss for what to say.

Allura loses her battle. She clamps her hand over her mouth, trying her damnedest to muffle her laughter, eyes tearing with the effort. Pidge’s shoulders have started to shake, too. Hunk, for his part, can’t decide who to stare at, flicking wide eyes between Dumbass #1 and Dumbass #2.

Suddenly Lance’s expression shifts — the shock evaporates from his face, and in its place is something smug, something unbelievably satisfied, like a cat that knows it has its prey exactly where it wants it.

Hunk is generally a mature person, but drama is his weakness. He is straining every part of him so as not to miss a word.

Lance allows Keith a couple more moments of frustration, then starts tapping a nail on the table, a sound that is well known to annoy Keith quickly and reliably. When he, as expected, whips his head towards the sound and glares, Lance smirks, eyes honestly a little salacious between fluttering eyelashes.

“You think I’m cute?” he purrs.

It takes Keith maybe half a second to clock what the hell Lance is talking about, and then he goes so red that Hunk is sure he can feel the heat of his face, from exactly where he’s sitting, ten feet away.

Seriously, he’s glowing.

“Shut your pie-hole!” he snaps. “God!”

Rapidly, he turns back to the holoscreen, enlarging the proper blueprints with his new plans so everyone can see.

Lance cackles, continuing to snigger as Keith tries valiantly to outline his new plan and not die of self-induced heat exhaustion.

When Hunk peeks over Lance’s shoulder to look at his notes, though, he sees that he’s been dotting his i’s with hearts.

———

comic this fic is based on

#someone sent me an ask with this link i KNOW it but i can’t find it 😭😭 #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #pre klance #hunk #hunk garrett #hunk & lance #team as family #post s3 #banter #smart lance #observant lance #pining lance #pining keith #hunk is so done #lance is a little shit #my writing #fic #longpost #dramatic lance #brown-eyed lance

[munsonology]

sav maybe its cause I'm like super horny tonight but:

Perv!BestFriend!Eddie. He can't help thinkkng of you as slightly more innocent then him. Of course it isnt that you don't do anything (or maybe you haven't), but you stay at home more often than not whilst Eddie goes out to the bar to play with the band. Eddie would go to high school parties dealing, whilst you would much rather go see a movie or stay home reading a book. He suspects you haven't done much but isnt sure, which is why he always brings up his escapades.

He has mentioned things he's done with girls (and maybe a few guys) and you haven't really mentioned much. He likes to watch you fidget and squirm, clenching your thighs together subconsciously. The way he can tell you are flustered without blushing, makes his heart skip a beat. But you're best friends!! It's okay!! To tell each other!! And hey!! You're best friends!! Let's talk about kinks!! Totally fine!!

So one day you come in to his room, sit on HIS bed, and are like "okay so we are best friends right?" Which he scoffs and rolls his eyes at, DUH of course you are! No one else would willingly hang out with "the freak". You go on to mention how you went on a date- his brain stops. You never mentioned a date. Now he's flustered and interrupting every two seconds "uh best friends don't keep secrets what the fuck". "Well I wasnt sure if it would work out, so I didnt want to mention it". Eddie may be a little pissed but you distract him by saying "I need a favor." "Sorry sweets, can't go on the run for murder again". You roll his eyes and grab his hand, staring deep into his eyes as you say," yeah no, don't need that, but Kyle said I was a terrible kisser snd I want to be better so can you please teach me how to kiss?"

Which is the last thing Eddie expects but of course he will teach you how to kiss!! Only best friends get that honor right?! And hey, let's teach you how to give a hickey too! And maybe once you start grinding on him subconsciously, he'll help teach you how to make a guy feel real good with his mouth

(not that you had any intention for this to turn out such a way I mean cmon its not like you've had a crush on the guy and had gotten off to the thought of him before)

OH MY GOD!!! Bestie your mind has me 🤯 one of my fav types of fics is the character teaching reader sexual things. There’s a fic on a03 I never saved and it was the first Eddie fic i ever read last summer and like the talent on this app, it was a MASTERPIECE! I can’t remember who wrote it tho 😭

The chipotle people hooked my bowl all the way up and now I got the itis so apologies if this is all over the place 😭

I feel like since season 4 came out everyone on this app has synced and we’re all horny at the same time 😭 i can’t be the only one who noticed

But back to you! I love pervy bff Eddie too! I think he assumes you aren’t interested in sex because he doesn’t see you with anyone or talk about sex as openly as he does. And it could be because no one is Eddie and it wouldn’t be the same with anyone else. So you focus on other things like school, your hobbies, etc

But when you go out on a date with Kyle (I giggled at this because there’s always a Kyle at school that does the most questionable shit 😭 was it just my schools??) Eddie loses his shit at the lunch table. He had to hear it in the hallway outside mrs. O’Donnell’s class so he couldn’t pay attention the entire class.

And suddenly you’re bringing this Kyle around the party. So he starts bringing his conquests around too. And even tells you in full detail how he fucked some girl in the alley behind the hideout or how he got a bj from the hot plumber fixing his neighbor Janice’s sink. It goes on for weeks like this, he watches how your thighs clench when he describes having a jerk off with Chase from the basketball team in the showers after gym and how Mandy from history class squirted all over the van seats (you did question why the floor was a little damp…). Each story is more than the next and eddie drops his pretzels on purpose just to pick them up (super weird for him because you’ve never known him to clean up anything at home!) and under the table what does he see? Sweet little you grinding your pussy and squeezing your thighs on the bench of the cafeteria bench. He notices the tremble when you cum too 😭

But it isn’t until you ask him for help with that peabrain Kyle that he takes the opportunity to show you the ropes of sex. And not just fucking! He shows you how to kiss so good any guy would get hard from just that, and how brushes of the arm can ignite a fire. And it evolves to Eddie showing you how to give bjs and handjobs, and he fingers you, eats your sweet cunt (he’s saving your ass for a later time). It goes like this for months until finally you confess that Kyle ended things after 2 dates. You did all this to be closer to Eddie. And Eddie confesses he was showing you how he likes to be pleased, not other guys and especially not Kyle.

You wanna fuck him now! But he wants to take his time with you. Light candles around your room, scatter roses on the bed, worship your body how it deserves because you’re the goddess of his dreams! And you were right under his nose the entire time.

He’s super sweet when you finally have sex too. Guiding you through your orgasm, holding his until you’ve cum at least three times, cuddling. But in the moments after you ask “teddy can you show me what you like and not what you think I like?”

And this opens the door to every kink that’s ever run through his mind! He eases you into everything but he can’t wait to show you how he really uses those handcuffs! But over time he realizes you’re s freak too 😭 and now y’all can be freaky and nasty together!!!!

Which is what we all want right 😌 at least for meeeee 😭 lol

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[citruscarnival]

Mini rant abt the misuse of a popular phrase in writing:

One of my pet peeves in writing is when someone uses "all but" wrong

Now I'm not a professional but hear me out

Here's an example of proper use:

"He was so excited he all but screamed at the top of his lungs" or "he all but fucking exploded"

This means he expressed his excitement in such a noticeable way he did so many things to show it, all but the greatest extreme of expressing that excitement: screaming or exploding

Maybe he was shaking from excitement, maybe jumped and clapped his hands, cheered or something but he obviously didn't explode

"All but" means they were very extreme in whatever they did, but in a feasible way. "All but" uses an actual extreme and unlikely action/reaction as a comparison to give the audience an idea of a more predictable yet still heightened reaction.

It's like saying "he might as well have two horns and a tail, he was so evil" "he might as well shit rainbows and flowers, the guy is a saint" "he might as well have exploded from how excited he was."

It's more powerful than saying "he was shaking from excitement" because it lets the audience sense just how excited you'd have to be to contain yourself from screaming or, of course, to nearly fucking explode

But people use it wrong so often!

"He all but gasps"

Am I supposed to believe he held back the gasp? That he just stood there while surprised? Cuz that's fine but it's not the intended use of the phrase

"He might as well have gasped." Okay? Why didn't he?

Gasping in shock is not exactly an INSANE thing to do, it's just a gasp. There's no reason to give the audience a sense that he's holding back. If not gasping what *is* he doing? There's not much to do when you're saying your character did everything but gasp

There is nothing that comes before gasping in intensity other than, like, watching vaguely or going "hm."

It grinds my gears to see it misused because it's such a cool way to get audiences to engage with your writing and imagine for themselves the heightened emotions of your characters or add humor and levity to a subject! Using it wrong can just muddle your writing instead of enhancing it!

Let's stop "He all but chuckled" and other mild reactions that don't add to the use of the phrase and may leave the audience confused as to what your character expressed at all

How about "He all but crawled into a hole and died from the shame" "they all but raised pitchforks and organized a mob" enhance! It's a creative and exaggerative phrase! Enhance!!!

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[ladyveronikawrites]

LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE

CHAPTER TWO

Bad Omens x Star Wars

Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader

CW: assault, blindfolding

Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was.

A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @cyrusunderscore, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.

Word Count: 1.4k

Crossposted: Wattpad & A03

Cast list

May the Force be with you✨

Bodies of humans and aliens press against yours as Skylar pulls you in closer. Your head begins to feel dizzy as you sway to the music on the dancefloor. Stars speckle your vision as sticky sweat drips down your back. Breathing becomes heavy as you notice Skylar’s flushed cheeks and shimmering eyes. A delirious giggle trickles through your lips as you release all abandonment, raise your hands high and grind against whoever is nearby. 

So this is what it feels like to be carefree

“Are you ok?” Skylar yells into your ear over the music. 

“Yeah?” Your brows furrowed in confusion when suddenly your legs become weak. 

Strong arms grasp your arm and pull you up. One was warm and the other one was cold metal. You spin around and stumble into a firm chest. Flustered, you step back and peer up to find soft brown eyes framed by short brown hair, looking down at you. His grin was wide and dazzling.  

"Are you ok?" His soft voice managed to cut through the noise.

Your breath is shaky when you respond “Yeah, I think so.”

Skylar hooks her arm into yours as she says “Why don’t we sit at the bar for a bit.” As Sky leads you to the bar, you turn to thank the stranger but he disappears into the sea of bodies on the dancefloor.

“I heard you took quite a spell on the dancefloor,” the bartender says holding back a laugh. His long almost black hair waves in sync with the glass as he slides a bright iridescent blue drink your way. “This tonic should help you feel better.”

Skylar starts to protest but he puts his hands up to stop her. “I promise it’s safe, I’ve been working here for years and I’ve seen a lot of things. I know how to care for my patrons.” 

You turn to Sky to search her face for the answer. “If something happens to her..” Sky trails off as her eyes turn dark and protective.

“I swear to the stars above your friend is in no harm. The name’s Revan,” he says charmingly as he cleans an empty glass. “Please come to me if you need anything.”

Skylar hands you the glass and you knock the drink back. A bright burst of flavor you can’t quite describe bubbles down your throat. It leaves your breath minty and relief instantly floods your body. 

”How are you feeling?” Skylar asks as you set the glass down.

 “So much better,” you sigh as Skylar’s wrist comm beeps.

“Shit, we need to get going.” Skylar looks down at her wrist comm.

“I need to freshen up then I’ll meet you outside,” you say as Skylar helps you from your seat.

“Are you sure?” Her eyes are filled with concern. You squeeze her hands to reassure her. 

“Ok,” Skylar lets out a reluctant breath. “If you aren’t outside in 15 minutes someone is dead meat.” 

She is serious in her threat but the corners of her mouth turn up as she chuckles softly dissolving the tension. Her steps are still in tune with the music as she leaves and soon the only way you can discern her from the crowd is through her signature electric blue hair. 

The stark cold air whips past you causing your hair to twirl around you as you make your way outside of the club. You clasp your elbows to try and keep warm as you search the alley for Skylar. 

“You look cold.” A familiar soft voice comes from behind you. Before you have time to turn around to identify the voice, a rough leather jacket is pulled onto your bare shoulders but his large hands don’t leave their place. Your body tenses to the sudden intrusion. One warm and one… metal?

“It’s just me, the guy that saved you on the dancefloor,” he chuckles. You try to turn to face him but he grips you tighter keeping you in place. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His soft words become sinister. Fear spreads through your body as you tense to his touch. 

“Ah, there she is,” another voice cuts in.

“Revan?” You whisper as your eyes widen and the pressure on your shoulders is lifted. You turn swiftly on your heels to find the two men dressed in all black with masks and hoods covering their faces. They follow you like a Manka Cat stalking its prey.

“W-what do you want?” Your voice shakes. 

You try to negotiate with them. You don’t want any more attention drawn to you. What if they find out who I am and who my father is? What if my father finds out? He can’t find out. 

They stalk closer to you as your back hits the cold concrete wall.

“Are you lost, girl? What are you doing here? You don’t belong here.” Revan purrs. 

Frozen with fear, you watch as Revan closes the space between you and swiftly grasps both of your wrists simultaneously pinning you to the wall, crushing your wrist comm to pieces. 

“You never answered me,” Revan growls as he leans down to nip at your exposed collarbone. Even through the mask, you can feel the warmth of his breath and sharp teeth. 

“I-it’s m-my birthday” you stutter as he trails his nose up your jaw inhaling deeply. Your mind begins to race. What is going on?! Where is Skylar? I can’t fight the two of them and they know it.  

All of a sudden, rough fabric brushes against your lips. You squeeze your eyes tight as your body turns rigid. Just as quickly as he kisses you, his lips vanish for yours. You open your eyes to find Revan on his back on the ground clutching his jaw. A fury of black whirls around you as the mysterious person fights off your attackers. In the moonlight, something shiny and metallic catches your eye. Wait, is that a sword? You gap at the thought of someone using such an ancient weapon, but it seems to be working. As quickly as it all started…the frenzy stopped. The mysterious man too, was clothed head to toe in black. A black mask covers his nose, mouth, and neck. His short brown hair is drenched in sweat. The longer pieces in the front stick to his forehead. 

“Leave her alone.” His growl strikes every bone in your body yet sparks an unfamiliar feeling that tingles your core. He sheaths the sword to his belt as the others retreat.

“Are you ok?” the mysterious man asks while keeping his distance. With your mouth still gaping open all you can muster is a small nod.

“Are you hurt?” You shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut. I should have never left the house, you berate yourself.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says while taking another slow step closer.

“That’s what one of them said before and then he violated me,” you squeak out in a whisper. 

“Can I take you home?” he asks putting his hands up in surrender.

“No, I-I can’t go home,” you muster. “My parents can’t find out I snuck out of the house.” You can feel your cheeks warm with shame. You turn away so he can’t see how embarrassed you are. 

“Please just leave me alone,” you say to the wall unable to meet his gaze. “My friend will take me to her house.”

“I’m sorry, but your friend is gone. No one is looking for you,” Genuine concern fills his voice. “May I take you to my house? I promise to keep my distance. My bodyguard will make sure you are safe.” 

Shock and desperation spread across your face as you turn to face him. Your mouth opens and closes and opens again like a scalefish as you ruminate on the offer. Subconsciously, you look down at your wrist comm to find it broken. For krike's sake. You can’t call for help. And your parents cannot find out you snuck out of the house and into the prohibited industrial sector of Coruscant. You sigh in defeat about to accept. 

“Before you agree or decline, I must tell you the only condition is that you must either be blindfolded or unconscious. I take my privacy very seriously, albeit too seriously. I need a verbal yes or no.”

Your mouth opens and closes as your brain processes the racing thoughts in your head. 

The thought of you being blindfolded next to him makes your heart race and butterflies fill your stomach. The unusual request is exhilarating. “Yes,” you breathe out. The stranger unties a blood-red ribbon around the hilt of his sword.

“Close your eyes,” he softly commands. 

Reluctantly, you do as you are told. His piercing dark eyes are the last thing you see.

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