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notmyneighbor · 1 month

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Let Me in ~ Doppelgänger Francis Mosses/The Milkman x Female Reader

Chapter 3

Word Count ~ 2.5k

Rating ~ Explicit

CW ~ blood and gore, body horror, character death, minor violence, dubious consent, sexual content

Also available on AO3

Fanart used with permission @kaworinx on Instagram and TikTok

You sit on the side of the bed that had once belonged to Francis Mosses.

The comforter and top sheet have already been pulled down. You lean over to slide out of your low heeled pumps, tucking the pair of navy leather shoes neatly under the bed.

There’s a bible on the nightstand. A worn looking copy. Beside it a glass with a shallow amount of water resting in the bottom, the remnant of a late night attempt to quench thirst, perhaps.

The doppelgänger watches your movements. How methodical each action is. Slow and deliberate. You’re stalling.

He settles beside you and the mattress creaks as the springs are compressed. That odd sort of shimmer you’d noticed earlier outside the security booth outlines his frame for a brief moment. A surge of light and color as the skin ripples before settling. They still weren’t completely able to disguise what they were. All hope was not lost.

Your own fate, however, seems sealed. You lie down slowly, carefully. You feel as if you are laying yourself to rest in your own coffin. Turning your face ever so slightly to see if there is any trace of the man that had once slept here, some lingering scent or an indent from his face. Nothing but the fragrance of clean linen. The imposter moves as if to join you but you halt him, your fingers closing over his forearm. Your first time touching him and not the other way around. “Take your shoes off.”

The creature snickers, glancing down at the scuffed oxfords he’s wearing. Overdue for a shine. “What possible difference does that make?”

“It’s respectful. You never put your shoes where someone sleeps.”

“He won’t be sleeping here ever again.”

You inhale sharply, wincing. “Please just do it.” You can’t say why you’re so hung up on this. Only that it seems the right thing to do. A small thing in a sea of wrongs that you’re clinging to like a life preserver.

“Fine.” He acquiesces, bending to unlace them. There is no care in his actions. Just brisk, impatient pulls to undo the knotted ties. Then he is lying beside you. Your heads sharing the same pillow. Francis only used a single one, apparently. Preferring to slumber lying with his head and neck rather flat. You always used two fluffy pillows, minimum.

You can hear the sound of music starting to play, emanating from the resident’s apartment next door.

Mia Stone, perhaps. The blonde teacher who was Dr. Afton’s fiancée. You instantly recognize the musical artist crooning through the walls: Billie Holiday.

I say I'll move the mountains

And I'll move the mountains

If he wants them out of the way

You would have loved to play this record for Francis. You envision trying to dance in the cramped space of the living room, twirling around in his arms. “Did he really like my fragrance?” You know the creature could lie, of course. He’d say anything to manipulate you and get what he wanted. But you have to ask. Your heart won’t let you avoid the query.

The dark eyes of the pretender regard you. You detect no malice or dishonesty there. “Yes,” he says simply.

You close your eyes, sighing. “What else did he like about me?”

“Your smile, gifted once you were certain it was really him. The way you covered your mouth when you laugh, making some little relieved joke when you passed his identification and entry request back to him each day. The strands of hair that came loose around your face as the day wore on into late afternoon when he returned from his route. The—”

“—Stop. Please.” Tears well in your eyes. They didn’t sound like the kind of details the deceiver would create on his own. There was a note of truth to them. Genuine recollections. He truly was all that remained of Francis Mosses. A man that had been fond of you. You could have been with him, if only you’d been a little braver.

“You asked me to tell you.”

“I know. It’s just overwhelming.”

Like the wind that shakes the bough

He moves me with a smile

“Your kind is so fond of music. Your milkman was always humming. I don’t see the use for it.”

The your wrenches your heart. He wasn’t yours. Never would be. “It’s a way to expression emotions. When words alone aren’t enough.”

“Hmmm.” He reaches out and you flinch. “Why are you fighting this so hard? This is what you wanted.”

“I didn’t want Francis to die.” You pause, swallowing past the lump in your throat. “Why do you want this?”

”Curiosity. An experiment of sorts. There has never been a union between our kind. Not of this nature. A desire to know what it feels like. To see what might result.”

You shudder. An experiment. Using you like some kind of animal for breeding. A mere whim.

He reaches again and this time you force yourself to hold steady, your chin lifting with a short jerk of defiance. Your hair is his goal. Tucking it back behind one ear. Maybe something the milkman had wanted to do. There’s a sudden softness in the doppelgänger’s eyes. As if the human he’d once been was peeking through at you. You find yourself melting again, your defenses coming down.

I say I'll care forever

And I mean forever

He moves closer to you. Inching over across the white fitted sheet. A thumb strokes away one of the tears that has escaped its prison. He captures the other from the opposite cheek, bringing it to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the droplet. “Salt,” he says, recognizing the mineral.

He kisses you.

You’re not sure if it’s better to think of the man you had loved or not. Was it dishonoring his memory or was it a way to keep him present in some vague capacity? There’s no clumsiness this time. He knows the feel of your mouth. The way to shift against you. Tongue mapping past smooth cheeks and dragging along the carpet of muscle at the base of that maw. Maybe it was better to pretend this was Francis after all. You cup the back of his neck, fingers teasing the edges of his milk chocolate tresses. Curling slightly on the ends. It would be time for a trim soon. Would have been. The illusion you’ve created is crumbling again. Your lips falter, your hand dropping away.

Crazy he calls me

Sure, I'm crazy

Crazy in love am I

“Sweetheart,” the invader murmurs, tasting along your jaw, your neck. “I like the way you smell.” Speaking for himself, not Francis. You hear the sharp intake of air. The hand that had been casually laid across your shoulder slides down until it reaches your breast, gently kneading that globe through the layers of your bra and blouse. “Does this feel good?” His voice is octaves lower than you’d ever heard from the milkman. Slightly raspy and sultry, not unlike the singing voice that permeates through the wood and plaster behind the bed. You don’t dare answer, merely whimpering a little and he seems to take this as an affirmative response.

His hand leaves your breast and finds the top button of your shirt. Always sensible, pure white, part of the uniform standard the company requires. Another threaded plastic disc is pushed through the hole. He works his way down until all those that are exposed have surrendered, the remainder still tucked within your skirt. His fingers part the edges of the fabric encasing your torso, peeling them back to reveal the white satin brassiere beneath. He caresses you briefly through this slick material before tucking inside the cup until he brushes across your areola. Your nipple peaks beneath his ministrations as his lips move back to yours. He is surprisingly gentle, lightly pinching and rolling the aroused tissue. Your body betrays you, responding to the creature’s touch. You should be ashamed, disgusted. Instead you find yourself wanting more.

“Off,” he murmurs impatiently, plucking at your bra before his hand departs your chest. You struggle to sit up and he allows it, watching you pull your blouse free from your skirt and unfastening the cuffs before sliding it off your arms. With a swift gesture borne of long practice you easily pinch and release the hook and eye closures resting along the center of your spine, the cups immediately folding down over the underwire, the straps drooping over your shoulders.

The doppelgänger assists you now, sliding the brassiere off the rest of the way, exposing your chest to him. Your cheeks are pink, flushed like the nipples he’s toying with again, his head bending to suckle at one and a lick of flame sears your core. This is part of the invasive species’ learning process, you think. Taste as important as touch. His mouth moving not with the sole purpose of your pleasure in mind, but as a means to explore flavors and textures. Cataloguing. More of humanity’s secrets unveiled.

There is a song you don’t recognize playing next door now. Muffled voices. You’d had no idea the walls were so thin. Francis had never complained.

You’re shoved back down onto the pillow. His mouth wanders, back up to sample a collar bone, the hollow at the base of your throat, then dips in between your breasts and tastes the skin of your abdomen. You wonder if he can detect the floral soap you’d bathed with that morning, the traces of lotion you’d applied during your hygiene routine.

“I like this,” he says, his breath warm on your body. “You’re so soft. Smooth. Not like…I’ve never taken…” It had often been debated if there were sexes in their species. How they propagated. There was still so much unknown. Was there a reason he’d only chosen men to replicate? Was it simply because he was male himself? You could not explain how you knew it, but there was something distinctly masculine about him. Authoritative. Blunter than a woman would be. A lifetime of being raised to respect decorum had been firmly ingrained in you. Society valuing a woman who knows her place. Taught to be demure, deferring to the wisdom and guidance of their male counterparts. Serving and obeying, like you’re doing now.

The imposter returns his attention to your face. Licking your mouth back open. He likes this, you think. All of what you’d shared thus far, but perhaps the kissing best of all.

The background melody silences and you think you detect the front door opening and closing. You wonder if the couple will be going out to an early dinner. Curious when they find there is no one guarding the building. But not alarmed. Not yet.

Your skirt is being lifted, polyester dragged upward after the copycat’s hasty reach downward to gather the hem. Immediately sliding back down, stroking over your exposed thighs that are clad in nylons that stop midway across each of your upper legs. Nothing fancy, just utilitarian features in a shade of nude slightly more tanned than your own complexion. He nudges against the seal you’ve created by pressing your legs close together. “Let me in, sweet girl.” An echo of what he’d said earlier in an attempt to gain access to the building, now seeking entry into you. You feel your limbs parting for him nearly as promptly as you’d opened the door.

The pretender works his way back up to the fork of your body, teasing along the crotch of the white panties. You gasp and he smiles against your lips. His palm drags over the fabric until his fingers find the elastic waistband and he dips beneath it, running overly the neatly trimmed hair on your pubic mound, following the curve of that padded flesh until your sex is palpated.

Another gasp and a moan escapes you. “So wet,” he remarks, fondling the pink lips, parting the petals with his middle finger to slide through the slick arousal your body is creating, working the lubricant up and down, passing over the hooded nub and then delving back towards your entrance, where more fluid escapes.

It feels good and yet it doesn’t, his fingers too rough and just shy of where you need him. You squirm and wince at the harsh handling of your clitoris and he pauses, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Show me. Show me how you like to be touched.”

You reach down cautiously, guiding his fingers to one side of your sensitive bud, lightly pressing and rolling a fingertip so that your clit is ground slightly against the bone beneath. Alternating now, reaching back down to gather more of your slick before spreading it over that hooded button, a few direct strokes applied before beginning the process again. He replicates your actions and your body responds immediately, a hum of pleasure heating you. You close your eyes and you think of the milkman, the real one, with his kind smile and his tired eyes.

“Francis.” The name escapes your lips and you freeze, the rocking motion of your hips against the imposter’s hand abruptly ceasing. You hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Alarmed by how easily you’d allowed yourself to give in to the desire, accommodating this make believe passion.

“It’s alright, love. It’s me. I’m here.” His tongue laps at your ear, at the sensitive patch of skin behind it. You shiver and resume grinding against his fingers, letting yourself be deluded once more, your hand curling over his forearm.

“Francis,” you say again, hoping he can forgive you, in whatever form he now occupies, if he is saved as his faith professes he would be, finding redemption and peace, somewhere far from your sinning body that writhes in pleasure from his murderer’s touch.

You push against his hand and he allows it, applying force against the hollow cavity that leads to your womb. “Let me in,” he breathes, and you feel a finger invading your body, shoving through the narrow confines of that muscular tunnel. Withdrawing and spearing again, the digit saturated with your arousal. You moan and lift your pelvis to meet him. Curling inside, massaging that dip of spongy tissue. Crooking each time he enters as if he is leading you forward, beckoning, his thumb drawing circles over your clit. You feel as if you’re on the edge of a chasm, teetering on the rim, about to drop forward into heat and darkness. Keening now. Thighs tremoring violently. Your face turns and your teeth sink into the pillow. “There you go, love. Give it to me. Give in to me.”

The coiling pressure within you snaps and you find release at last, the fabric clenched in your teeth doing little to muffle the sound of your orgasm. You’re drenched in sweat, the aftershocks of your appeased nerves still sizzling through you. The doppelgänger cradles you through all of it, holding you as you ride the waves that exhaust your limbs, making you feel boneless and limp.

“Francis.” It’s a yearning plea, a futile prayer, answered by the thing that is not him, but masquerades as such, crooning to you, whispering false promises, draping you in synthetic affection, a lie you want so desperately to believe.

#thats not my neighbor #francis mosses #milkman #francis mosses x you #francis mosses x reader #milkman x you #milkman x reader #doppelgänger

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ghostedcas · 7 months

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imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it 💀 and hes being a lil silly goose

okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."

thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc: 563

warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon (he's high so it's fine)

a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health (i don't see why anyone would but lmao) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it!! <3

a/n 2.0: i recently applied for a part time job at a bookstore so y'all pray for me that i get this job because i want it so bad. i am just gonna decide that i WILL get this job, because why wouldn't i?

simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.

so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.

looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.

"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.

"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.

"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.

"i'm taken."

"i know." you replied with a short laugh.

"you should be touching me like that then."

it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.

"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"

"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.

"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.

sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.

"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.

you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.

"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.

"simon, love... i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.

simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."

you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.

you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.

#ghostedcas #casper writes #casper's 💌#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley fluff #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x reader fluff #ghost riley x reader

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riiwrites · 4 months

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boyfriend!dazai who…

a/n : for my love @perfectlyjollyland who requested this ages ago but i didn’t see until recently because i only pay attention to my inbox! im so sorry ill be checking comments too next time, hope you’re well! <3

a/n : also i hope you’re okay with the pre-boyfriend/before boyfriend part, i just thought that’d be cute i love lovesick!dazai sooo much.. more boyfriend dazai under the cut!!

chuuyas version | atsushis version

dividers used belong to @/benkeibear

masterlist | taglist | main page

pre-boyfriend!dazai who at the start asks you for a double suicide (as per usual), but when you give him the cutest smile and giggle and say no, he knows he’s too deep in now.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who becomes head over heels when he first meets you and now has a new mission, making you reciprocate those feelings.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who loves the cliches, the random ‘anonymous’ love notes on your desk when you’re at work or the random flowers delivered to your workplace/home - he loves it all.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who respects your boundaries if you were to tell him to lay off or if he was making you uncomfortable.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who finally gives up..gives up throwing hints and just decides to take his shot.

“So..say, if a handsome stranger who’s kind of not a stranger since you know him as an acquaintance asks you out because he’s given up with all of the deadpanned hints he’s been giving you for the past few months but he’s kind of scared of being rejected..what would you say?”

You stare him with a few blinks as he looks at you with a great smile on his face, although you can see subtle drops of sweat dripping down the side of his temple.

"..Is this said handsome stranger you, perchance?”

Dazai let’s out a single laugh, placing his hands on his hips.

“Ha! How bold of you, though..I am charmed your first thought of this handsome stranger would be me, bella~” He coyly smirks, closing his eyes in what you can’t tell is either pride or suspense.

You furrow your eyebrows with a little smile, fixing up your paperwork as you place them on the desk. “No, I just figured since it was you who’s been leaving such persistent and eager notes on my desk as of late.”

You watch his expression slightly change as he lets out a cough of embarrassment, locking eyes with you now.

“Well..” He starts, then gives up halfway through.

“..Is it a yes?”

pre-boyfriend!dazai who not only is taken by surprise by your response, but his heart does a few jumps in joy as his efforts became a success, making him now your boyfriend.

boyfriend!dazai who has his hand down your back pocket whenever you two are walking together.

boyfriend!dazai who’s love language is both physical touch and acts of service, always having his hands on you in the littlest way and also providing the most he can to his s/o.

boyfriend!dazai who has the reputation of being quite the flirtatious one, gives it up to his precious s/o.

boyfriend!dazai who googles cheesy and dirty pickup lines to try and rizz you with, always ending them in a winky face.

boyfriend!dazai who sends you little messages every day now that he has your number, little words of affirmations and talks to get you ready for your days.

boyfriend!dazai who if he had a tiktok account he’d make slideshows of you two and repost videos of couples relating to you two.

boyfriend!dazai who you spend all of your holidays with, especially christmas and new years.

boyfriend!dazai who practically lives at your house now, but nobody’s complaining.

boyfriend!dazai who has a box of every little thing you’ve given him, so when he’s feeling down he can look at it and smile.

boyfriend!dazai who tries to keep you away from his past, to protect you from the ugly truth.

boyfriend!dazai who opens up about oda, not all of it but most of it since he believes oda would’ve liked you.

boyfriend!dazai who takes you to the places he has the fondest memories in. the lupin bar, the art gallery, the agency.

boyfriend!dazai who appreciates the little things, as he’s not someone who can afford much he tries to give you the best he can.

boyfriend!dazai who always argues that he loves you more trying to get the last word and when you think you have it, you hear a little mumble of “I love you more” as you walk away.

boyfriend!dazai who loves your hands, tracing the lines of your palm and fingers and creating little shapes on them makes him feel at peace.

boyfriend!dazai who can be possessive but in a good way, he has good reasons to be possessive.

boyfriend!dazai who when he sees someone give you a half lidded smirk or bedroom eyes, he gives them a deadly stare that could imprint on their skull as he wraps an arm around your waist.

boyfriend!dazai who constantly babbles on about you at work with the agency, always telling Atsushi about the cutest things that you did the night before or what you did the day before that.

“Ahh..and the way they just clench their fists at their sides when they are angry with me! Ah~ I could melt..”

“That’s..really nice, Dazai-san..”

“Oh! And the way they grab my hand so tightly when we’re in public ahhh~ I could melt!”

“D-dazai-san..-“

“Ahhh, and the way the-“

boyfriend!dazai who ends up with about 14 wounds all over his body because of kunikidas beatings..kunikida says he’s lucky it wasn’t 15.

boyfriend!dazai who you take care of at his lowest.

boyfriend!dazai who sometimes can’t understand why you put up with him, but you reassure him with words and kisses all over his face.

boyfriend!dazai who peppers your face with kisses back and gives you a small smile despite how sad he can feel.

boyfriend!dazai who watches the fireworks with you and doesn’t think of going out just as beautifully because why would he let such a precious thing slip out of his hands like that?

boyfriend!dazai who doesn’t care about himself or his mental health, but cares the most about yours.

boyfriend!dazai who once felt like he was drowning, but then found his light to the surface who has a smile of diamonds and a heart of gold.

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@/riiwrites - reblogs are highly appreciated ❤︎︎

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diorcities · 12 days

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𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠

── haechan feed your baby girl for the first time pairing haechan x afab!reader genre fluff content dad!hyuck, jisoo and donghyun are back! a lot of parenting and concerns, mention of postpartum and breastfeeding, based on a tiktok i saw a while ago, don't read unless you want baby fever to take over <3 happy reading. read lace teddy for more wc 1.5k

the days at the lee's house were always different, though the last few days had become a routine for you; it was time for you to get back to normal. so you did some writing, did some chores, turned in some work to-dos, had your first unaided bath, and by the time haechan came home from the park with the kids, you were cooking some kimchi for dinner: his favorite.

the first thing haechan does upon arrival is to aid the kids in taking a shower before bedtime. although haechan used to say that jisoo could have your eyes and hair but had everything else from him, it was donghyun who most resembled the boy now playing lively with them while dressing them up with their pjs even though he's dying of exhaustion and wants to go to bed with you.

that is, until he hears the soft humming of a lost song coming from the kitchen; haechan feels like he can take a ride to the moon back and forth. finding you at the kitchen counter, you taste something that smells delicious. he wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles up against you, inadvertently humming the melody as he rocks your bodies. suddenly, he's not so tired anymore.

you turn around and his face overloads you with deep affection. eyes flutter and close when you begin to fill his face with smooches. gentle, longing, lovesick kisses until you run out of them, and haechan's lips touch yours, caressing you with his mouth, small and short, lots of them, making purring sounds between each one.

“love, shouldn't you be resting?” he asks, letting you cook again. he can't help but not let you go. you smell divine, like baby powder and coconut perfume, but with something else. more domestic. and wholesome. more like home.

you hum, “i wanted to make you happy.”

he laughs tenderly. you already do.

his hands hold you fondly as you work on the sauce. inevitably, drifting to your belly. empty. “she's sleeping right now,” you whisper, “i have to feed her in a minute, do you want to do it while i put the twins to bed?”

“absolutely,” he says complacently, smiling like a fool.

“can you go prepare her while i finish this?” you're aware when he stops for a fleeting moment before his thumbs make circular motions on your skin again. “you're not coming yet?”

“i'll be in a minute, dear.”

“okay... sure.” his voice is tinged with something akin to fear and anticipation as he removes himself from you. eyes going to eyes in hopes of getting emotional support. because haechan is afraid that he might be very rough, that he might hurt her because he's clumsy. having doubts when he carries her, letting the anxiety take up space until you arrive like a beacon that brings him back, telling him, “there's nothing to be afraid of.” for you only know his gentleness and his sweetness.

“you'll be fine, my love,” you encourage him, leaving a small kiss on both of his cheeks, at the corner of his mouth, until you leave a final peck on his lips, turning your attention to the stove before you burn something.

haechan departs from you and it feels hollow, lacking, where your heart settles, now broken into four pieces. one for each part of you that stays in the people you love the most.

you give the sauce a taste and decide it's done; only a few minutes have passed.

you move to the kitchen counter to prepare the bottle for every time haechan wants to feed little haru. you've milked yourself whenever you can, saving a few rations in the fridge for midnight sessions.

donghyun and jisoo have been growing big and strong. they're mischievous and smart like haechan, even though he says they've taken it out of you, just like your stubbornness. they get into shenanigans every now and then, like the time they wanted to sneak a cat in without you noticing; haechan had allergies for a week because the couches and bathroom had hair from the small animal. and despite that, he sided with the twins to keep it.

haechan's bubbly energy comes out a few times in them, and the picture felt like watching an old photograph of him in motion.

you tuck both of them in bed, rocking their bodies to sleep after they dad their milk, “dad will be here in a minute, to wish you goodnight. i love you, with all my heart.”

“i love you with all my lungs,” jisoo says as you kiss him goodnight.

“but i love you with all my fingers,” donghyun competes, cupping your face with his little hands.

they start bickering until they start to feel too tired to respond to each other. “i love mommy,” jisoo mumbles as he falls asleep. and donghyun hums, “and daddy.” following him, “and baby...”

you leave with a smile, happy. full. steps leading you to the room next door that haechan decorated for the arrival of the baby: a small room with beige furniture and a super comfortable nursing chair where you fed the twins when they were babies, now with pink-painted walls full of sunflowers in pastel shades.

haechan stands at the nursing table where now haru's diapers are changed, having a full conversation with her that you don't feel like interrupting. haechan leaves kisses full of affection and love. and the brief thought that maybe he just can't stop doing it floats in your mind for a while because it happens to you too, until you find out that he says something.

most of them are gibberish you barely can decipher because he's whispering it for her ears only. and his voice is nothing but calm, soft, and lulling as he speaks. “you're my daughter, and you are loved. and i'm gonna take care of you. i will provide for you. mommy will nourish you with good milk. and she will protect you. because we love you, so immensely.”

he hums in agreement with himself. forehead full of his kisses, until they can dispel any doubts. “are you hungry?” he whispers, “mommy is on her way,” he reports diligently. his gaze is filled with fondness, “you have mommy's eyes. they're my favorite thing in the world.” his honey-colored orbs travel to you, aware of your silent stay, and he thinks they shine.

and as he smiles at you, he says, “you'll soon be able to see why, when you grow up.”

a smile blooms on your lips, and he thinks to himself because they don't shine, unless they're full of love.

#haechan fluff #donghyuck fluff #haechan drabbles #haechan imagines #haechan soft hours #♡haechan

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mariclerc · 4 months

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dad!charles doing the cupid's chokehold trend with baby and reader like the "take a look at my girlfriend, she's the only I got" one but with them both 🥺 thank you <3

Oh, this is a nice and cute request 🥺. I have seen the trend on TikTok and I think it is very adorable, thanks for the request!!! So here we go🥰

A cute fam trend | Charles Leclerc

Where Charles decides to make a TikTok trend with his girls and they have a lot of fun making the video.

Warnings: None, just a Charles fluff being an adorable dad and partner with his girlfriend and daughter! And a lot of dad!Charles 🥰🥰.

It was a pretty nice and warm day in their apartment, they were playing on the floor with your two year old girl Mollie, helping her to build a tower with a bunch of colorful blocks. Sunlight streams trough the windows, creating dappled patterns on the carpet.

"Oh, Mollie, you little rascal! Daddy and I were almost finished!" You giggled as Mollie knocks over the tower with a gleeful squeal.

"Don't worry, amore mio, we can always build another one... Maybe even taller this time!" He said as he scoops Mollie up in a playful hug, tickling her belly.

"More! More!" Mollie says as she squeals with joy.

"See? She's got her father's competitive spirit already." You smiled.

"Let's just wait for when she starts in karting. She will leave us in the dust!" He said while winking at you.

You took Mollie in your arms and started giving her little kisses on her face, she was smiling as she tried to take your necklace. Suddenly, Charles' cell phone rang with a notification, he takes his cell phone to check and starts scrolling through a few videos, a mischievous glint appeared in his eye.

"Hey babes! You two up for a little TikTok fun?" He asked with a shy smile.

"Oh? What do you have in mind, monsieur?" You asked as you raised an eyebrow in his direction.

"Well, it's something I saw online, it's a trend where guys show off their girlfriends, it's called "cupid's chokehold" or something like that... Don't worry, it's a cute trend, plus, Mollie may appear in it! It would be so adorable" He said with a smile on his face.

"Hmm, alright! Let's see this Cupid's chokehold thing then!" you said a little doubtful but intrigued.

Charles quickly sets up the phone on the coffee table and hits record. The upbeat music starts, and he first showed his wallet very close to the camera, where he has a photo of you and Mollie, while the part of: "Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here" was playing in the video and then you and Mollie appeared with a smile, Charles lifts Mollie onto his shoulders, holding her hands playfully around his neck.

"Take a look at my girlfriend, she's the only one I got..." He started singing along with the music.

He turns to you, his eyes sparkling with love and amusement, which is how he's always looked at you. You raise your hands in mock surprise, then break into a wide smile.

"Not much of a girlfriend, I never seem to get a lot" You also joined in to sing along.

You step into Charles's embrace, placing your hands on his chest as he dips you playfully. Mollie squeals with delight, giggling as you and Charles sway to the music, your eyes locked in a silent conversation.

He pulls you close, a tender kiss brushing your lips. Mollie reaches out, touching your cheek with a chubby finger, her happy babbling harmonizing with the music.

"Oh, we got you too, Mollie. You're the only little cupid we need in our life!" you said in a whisper only audible to the three of you, Mollie giggled a little at your whisper.

"Our cute little girl. As pretty as her mama" he also said in a whisper while giving both of you a small kiss on the forehead, you smiled at his action towards both of you.

The video ends with the three of you laughing and cuddling, a picture of pure family joy. As you scroll through the comment section later in the evening, you see hearts flooding the screen. The caption reads: "My two favorite girls. Take a look at my amore and our little cupid... they're the only one I got. #familytime #loveofmylife".

You just smiled when you saw the description, you definitely have someone with a heart of gold by your side, someone incredible and loving and you were simply grateful for that, there was no doubt about it, with him there was no such thing.

#charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles x mom #charles!dad #dad!charles leclerc #charles leclerc blurb

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stargirlrchive · 11 months

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i’ve got you ✩ miguel o’hara

masterlist

cw: miguel o’hara x fem!reader, miguel fucks you against a building 😝 smut, p in v, voyeurism (i guess), silly sex? idk - wc: 1,325

notes: inspired by this tiktok/art <3

You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as the cold cement pressed against your back, your teeth clanking roughly from the cold breeze. “Relájate mi amor, I’ve got you.”

Míguel’s voice dripped with amusement, your pupils blown in excitement as his warm body kept you safe against him. Your arms clung to his neck, your nails digging into his suit as he lazily rutted against you.

It was a strange feeling and it should not have excited you as much as it did. You were so scared it turned you on, a thrill zipping up your spine as you looked down to see how high the two of you were.

Your panties dampened as his hips dug into your own, “Miguel-we can get caught.”

You let out a quiet whine as he gave a particularly hard thrust against your clothed cunt. Miguel gave a lazy shrug, “This isn’t our universe, que important.”

You let out a delirious little giggle, unable to stop the soft moans that fell from your mouth as he continued to rut against you. The thought of getting caught was only riling you up even more.

You were too scared to move, in fear that you’d fall but your legs parted for him, rolling your hips into his harshly. “Fuck! Just hurry up and put it in.”

He gave out an amused chuckle, dropping one of his hands down to the waistband of your skirt to tug playfully. His hand continued to trail lower to lift the ends of your skirt. He stared at the dampened spot that had pooled on your underwear, clamping down on his bottom lip as his cock twitched in his suit.

“You sure you won’t drop me?”

His suit disintegrated from his hand before he slipped it into your panties, making quick movements as he ran his fingers through your puffy folds.

He scoffed quietly at your comment, feeling mildly offended but decided to ignore your question. “You’re so wet, cariño.”

Your hips bucked into his hand, it was with some difficulty as he purposely kept his touch light. He enjoyed that way you were squirming against him, “Mig-fuck! Stop teasing me.”

He tsked quietly, slipping his fingers out and you whined out in protest. “Thought you wanted me to put it in already?”

Your face felt warm as he repeated your words to you, “Yeah but you’re being mean.”

There was a soft pout on your lips and Miguel lurched forward, placing a lazy kiss onto your mouth. Your skirt still bunched at your hips, your legs and thighs bare as he fully caged you in.

Something tickled your thighs and as you pulled away from his mouth to look down you realized he had let his suit disintegrate from his hips down to his thighs. A quiet amused giggle fell from your mouth as you stared at his bare cock. Hard and leaking precum.

Miguel grunted quietly, “What's so funny?”

“Just-you should see how you look from my point of view.”

Another laughed ripped from your mouth and Miguel huffed quietly, “M’about to fuck you against a 20 story building and you’re laughing at me?”

“Stop being such a baby!”

Another happy laugh bubbled for your throat and Miguel couldn’t fight the smile that twitched onto his face at the sound. His face nuzzled into your neck to inhale your scent as his hands pressed against the wall to keep himself steady.

One of your hands fell between your legs, pulling your panties to the side before pressing your thumb to your clit. A sharp hiss left your mouth, “C’mon Miguel-“

“So impatient.”

He smiled against your skin, using one hand to guide his cock to your wet heat. He knocked the head of his cock against your clit a few times, his precum spreading messily against the small bud. Loud mewls left your mouth, he knew just how much you enjoyed it when he did that.

He dragged his cock between your folds a few times before he lined himself up to your entrance. Slowly sinking into you as your legs parted farther for him. Once he was deep enough he let his hand fall beside your head again, your cunt fluttering around him as your lips parted at the feeling. He was so big, it always surprised you.

When he was sunken to the hilt, your hips lazily rolled against his. Breathless little whimpers falling from your mouth as it all became so very real to you. You were 20 stories high, and Miguel practically balls deep inside of you.

Your fingers clung onto his back, eyes closed tightly as your head thumped against the cold concrete and a little “ow!” fell from your mouth.

Miguel mumbled breathlessly, “Cuidado, don’t want you getting a concussion.”

You grunted in annoyance, “Miguel, hurry up!”

His laugh rumbled against your chest and your eyes flew open to glare up at him, “Ya voy, ya voy.”

He was unable to disguise the amusement from his voice, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as he finally began to move against you.

Your face nuzzled into his neck, clinging to him as his pace increased. The thought of someone poking their head out and catching you two at any moment caused an excited thrill to tingle between your legs, your slick coating his cock as he pistoned his hips in and out of you, “Miguel-f-fuck!”

You cunt tightened around him and he let out a breathless little chuckle, “You're so dirty, ya know? Letting me fuck you out in the open, bet you wanna get caught-fuck.”

You whined out loudly as you rolled your hips into his, slipping one of the fingers that was holding your underwear to the side lower to rub insistently at your clit. Miguel’s knuckles were turning white, taut and tense as his balls tightened and his hands pressed tightly against the concrete walls.

Your cunt was so warm, a harsh comparison to the cold breeze that had settled in the random universe that the two of you jumped into.

Miguel briefly lets go of the wall to raise your hips, wrapping one of your legs around his waist and the angle allowed him to sink in deeper.

You gave out a loud cry and Miguel nuzzled your face away from his neck. He pressed his mouth to yours and lazily pried your lips open as his tongue fought with yours. His hips unrelenting and over the bustling noise of the loud city you could hear the squelching of your cunt. Swallowing his cock each time and Miguel grunted loudly into your mouth. He was swallowing all the noises leaving your plump lips eagerly.

“M’gonna cum-fuck!”

You let out a loud squeal, pulling away from Miguel’s mouth to take a breath of air. His cock twitched inside of you, his orgasm blinding him and for those few seconds Miguel actually feared he’d lose his grip and send the two of you down to the floor. Your cunt milked his cock eagerly, and feeling the thick liquid paint your insides triggered your own release.

Your cunt pulsing roughly as your hips spasmed against him. His name falling from your mouth like a prayer. Both of your chest heaved roughly. Miguel pressed his face into your neck to press lazy kisses on your skin, trying to calm the two of you down.

“Can't believe we just did that.”

A nervous laugh fell from your mouth, smiling coyly up at Miguel as he slipped out of you. His hips raised enough to let your skirt fall down to cover your legs again, “Gonna steal you away for this more often.”

You were about to agree but the two of you caught onto a quiet voice coming from the side of you, muffled but still close enough to make out the words, “Um, I think there are people having sex on the side of my building.”

translations:

relájate mi amor - relax my love

que importa - what does it matter / who cares

cariño - (term of endearment) cute - idk how to translate it directly to english so yeah 👍🏼

cuidado - careful

ya voy, ya voy - there i go, there i go

#miguel o’hara x reader smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel ohara smut #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider man #spider man 2099

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mattitties · 4 months

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Can you please do one where the reader dreams that Matt’s cheating and she founds out because he posts the other girl on his Instagram…So after she’s awake she’s upset and tells real Matt about her dream. Matt just cuddle her and says his sorry even tho his not dream Matt and then he orders to the house white roses for her (the note from the flowers should say something like “dream Matt it’s an idiot and I’m deeply sorry about that bae…I love you”

🥹

Bad dream - matt sturniolo

“I’m so, so sorry. It was such a mistake but I swear to God it’ll never happen again,” he pleads. “I love you so much baby, please.”

All I can do is cry. I’ve never felt so fucking betrayed in my life. We’ve been together for over a year, we’ve talked about kids and marriage and the rest of our lives together, and he didn’t even care enough. He ended it all with one stupid night.

“You don’t care about me. You don’t love me,” I sob. “I hate you! Get the fuck out!”

He opens his mouth to say something but ultimately decides against it. I watch as he opens the door to my apartment, turns around to look at me for the last time, and leaves.

I suck in a breath as I jolt awake. My heart is pounding, and my face is wet with tears. I turn my head and see my boyfriend, Matt, sleeping soundly next to me. It was just a dream. He would never cheat on me. I know he wouldn’t. I have never had an ounce of distrust in him, but that dream just felt so real that my anxiety won’t come down.

I quietly get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, turning on the sink so he won’t hear my sobs. I don’t even know why I’m crying; it was a dream. It was fake. He’s literally in the room right next to me, and he never fails to prove his love to me. But there’s this annoying little voice in the back of my head screaming “What if? What if?” and it won’t shut off.

After a few minutes of crying and trying to keep my anxiety at bay, I go back to his room and lay down next to him, but there’s just no way I’ll be able to fall back asleep anytime soon, so I pull out my phone and start silently scrolling through TikTok.

The brightness of my phone must have woken him up despite it being all the way down. “Baby?” he says, wrapping his arm around my stomach. “Why are you up?”

“Just can’t sleep. I’m sorry, go back to bed,” I say, pushing his hair out of his eyes and trying to hide my tear-covered face. But of course, he notices. He always notices.

“What’s wrong? Were you crying?” he sits up and wipes my tears, which only makes me start crying harder. “Shhhh,” he consoles, pulling me into him. “What happened?”

“It’s so stupid.”

“If it’s making you upset, it’s not stupid. Tell me.”

I take a breath. “I just had a dream. And it made me anxious and sad. That’s it.”

“What was the dream?” he urges softly.

“You just… you cheated on me. And it was so bad because I’ve been cheated on before and it was so humiliating and it made me so upset and I just thought you’d never do that to me and I know you wouldn’t but–”

“Baby, baby, slow down,” he tilts my head so I can look up at him. “I love you. So much. And I would never, ever, ever cheat on you. You’re it for me. Okay? Dream Matt is such a fucking idiot but real Matt, the one right here, is not. I mean, I can be sometimes, but definitely not enough to cheat on you.”

I nod and give him a little smile. “Yeah. You’re right. Sorry for freaking out.”

“Don’t apologize, you’re fine baby. I love you, okay?” he says softly before kissing me in a way that reminds me just how much he really does love me. “Go to sleep baby, I’m right here.”

I wake up the next morning in the same position we fell asleep in. I check my phone and see that it’s only 10 AM and Matt won’t be awake for at least another 3 hours, so I quietly dip out to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I always check the front door when I wake up to see if there’s any mail, and today I almost miss the large bouquet of white roses I see sitting on our front stoop.

I pick them up and take them inside, extremely confused and slightly concerned that a fan found our address and sent roses to one of the boys. I set the vase down on the kitchen table and read the note attached.

I’m sorry dream Matt is so stupid, but your real Matt adores you and would do anything to make you happy. Dinner tonight at 7 as an apology? Love, your wonderful loving boyfriend ;)

I just about curl into a ball and start sobbing right there. How did I get so lucky?

I head back to our room and snuggle back into him, kissing his cheek softly.

“Hmmmm,” he hums, still half asleep.

“I love you,” I whisper. “When did you order the roses?”

“I love you too, baby. Last night after you fell back asleep,” he replies, his eyes still closed and his groggy morning voice evident.

I give him one last kiss as a thank you before we fall asleep for the rest of the morning.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #sturniolo fluff #sturniolo x reader

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httpiastri · 8 months

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author's note: just a short & 110% self-indulgent birthday present to myself because i've never had a lover (let alone an oscar) wake me up on the morning of my birthday. if i don't get an f1/f2/f3 driver as a present tomorrow morning, then idk what to do... hope everyone has a lovely day!!<3

the sun sneaking in past your blinds brings a gentle warmth to your cheeks, but it's as though you're trapped in a dream's soft embrace, refusing to let you go. your bedroom bathes in a golden hue, but your eyelids remain heavy as if dreamland holds you firmly in its grasp.

the only thing bringing you out of your deep slumber is the way your bed dips when a someone sits down in it, along with the feeling of a soft hand on your cheek. however, you keep your eyes shut, turning to your side and nuzzling your face deeper into the pillow underneath you. a low chuckle reaches your ears and your heart flutters, a comforting warmth enveloping you at the familiar sound. a little smile reaches your lips.

"love..."

oscar's voice is barely above a whisper, and he leans down to let his lips press against your forehead for just a moment. you slowly open one eye to look at him, and the fuzzy sensation in your chest grows. his round cheeks are slightly blushed and his pretty smile stretches from ear to ear. looking at his soft features feels like coming home, knowing every single dip and curve and freckle because you’ve spent countless hours unintentionally memorizing them.

you shake your head before closing your eye again. “this isn’t real. i’m still sleeping.”

a laugh bubbles from his chest. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“there’s an angel in my bed,” you mumble, not able to stop yourself from grinning. “it can’t be real.”

“it’s a birthday miracle.” oscar pushes a few strands of hair out of your face. “open your eyes, sweetheart. i brought you something.”

your eyes meet his, and they’re full of something. warmth, adoration, love.

a light meets the corners of your eyes, and you unwillingly remove your eyes from oscar, taking in the tray he’s prepared.

"happy birthday, dear."

a tiny, white cake is placed on a plate right next to you, a bunch of candles messily pressed into it. your nose is met by the scent of the two cups of coffee standing next to it, still steaming hot.

“oscar…” you say, pulling yourself up to sit properly. “this is so sweet. you are so sweet.” you look over at him, your loving gaze being far more than enough to thank him.

“you need to make a wish,” he gestures toward the cake. “blow out the candles.”

you move the cake to sit between him and you, closing your eyes and making your wish; to always have him by your side.

the morning is spent much like many of your other mornings together, neither of you making a big deal of the day being special – because every day together is special.

mornings like these with him are unmatched. they’re spent chattering off about anything and everything, your plans for the day and the cute puppy you saw on tiktok the other day, while not forgetting to cut each other off with quick pecks to the other’s lips every once in a while. they’re spent nestled against his side, skin pressed to skin, heartbeats in perfect harmony. and this particular morning is also spent feeding each other cake, drawing smileys onto each other's cheeks with whipped cream and giggling at your masterpieces.

there’s no pressure, no stress, no worries. just a birthday girl and her lover; their fingers, bodies and hearts intertwined.

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byuntrash101 · 11 months

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headache

reader x soft dom!seonghwa smut | mdni 1.7k you've been suffering from headaches recently but your boyfriend knows exactly how to get rid of them nsfw tags under the cut

very gentle and soft dom!hwa, established relationship, daddy kink, pet names (babygirl, angel), making out, oral (f), fingering (f), hwa is pussy drunk, tiny bit of possessive!hwa, praising, edging, watersports + omorashi

a/n: i stumbled on a twitter p♡rn link and it blossomed into this <3. a lot of you asked me for more ws so here it is hehe. i hope you enjoy. if it's not your thing it's okay! just dont read okay babe? i have other fics for you in the masterlist <3

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE MAKE SURE TO READ THE TAGS AND TO CLICK OFF IF ANYTHING SEEMS LIKE SOMETHING YOU WOULDN’T ENJOY.

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Recently you’ve been suffering from recurring headaches. At first you thought it was your cycle. But then you became more attentive to when the headaches occurred. And it turns out you simply were not drinking enough water! The thing is that your headaches always happened when you got home after being at your boyfriend's place for a couple of days. Simply because, well, when you were there you’re too busy cuddling and kissing to be taking your lips off him for even a second to drink a sip of water.

The good thing is it’s an easy remedy: just drink more water.

And Seonghwa intends to ensure your good hydration this time. Out of kindness of course, out of love! Nothing more! He just hates when you get home and call him the next day with your small little voice to tell him you had to lock yourself up in the dark, because your head is ringing and he can’t even be around you to pamper you and take care of his baby, that breaks his heart. He hates to know you’re in pain.

So today your loving boyfriend makes sure you do just that: drink more water.

When you watched the latest episode of your series on Netflix he paused several times to get you a full glass of water. When you ate your take out again three full glasses of water.

Chilling on your phone watching tiktok “don’t forget your water baby~”. Listening to his hilarious work stories “your water babe”.

Even going as far as making you drink when he held you in his arms and you complained about not being able to reach the glass on the coffee table.

“Here baby” he said, putting the rim of the glass against your lips.

He couldn’t explain it but he felt himself twitch at the way your lips pursed up and opened slightly around the glass, your neck bending and following his wrist as he tilted the glass to let the water flow into your mouth. He throbbed at the way the water disappeared into your mouth as you swallowed in big gulps until the glass was completely empty, the ice cubes tinkling against the glass as he set the cup back on the coffee table.

“Aaaaah~” you sighed in satisfaction. “Thanks Hwa”

“You’re welcome my angel” he said before pecking your lips made cool from the fresh water.

God how pretty you were like this, wrapped up in his arms like a fragile little bird, looking up at him with this bright smile and shiny wet lips.

He planted another kiss right on your wet mouth but this time he parted his lips, his hot tongue reaching out to your cool one. Kissing you gently but deeply sharing his warmth and spit until your mouth was burning hot. Long fingers wrapping around your nape and pushing your face further into his. The gesture made you moan into his mouth making him smirk into the kiss. He loved the sounds that you made. So much so that he haphazardly reached for the TV remote to mute the device. He wanted to hear you, only you.

Then Seonghwa slipped you out of his lap to sit you on the couch. He kneeled in front of you to very carefully flip the hem of your skirt over your stomach. He couldn’t help but to smirk when his eyes finally laid on the beautiful lacey panties you were wearing today. One of his favorites. Baby pink with a pearly bow in the center. A pair he picked and gifted you.

“So fucking perfect” he breathed as you pushed your thighs together, feeling your arousal pool into the lace as he praised you.

He bent over your legs to kiss the soft skin of your thighs, working his way up until he pressed a couple more to your pubic bone. You jerked a little as he pressed his face a little too hard on your lower stomach, given how much water you had drank.

“Now be a good girl for daddy and spread your legs” as he sat back up. You looked down at him through your lashes but still you obeyed and parted your knees as you heard your boyfriend curse under his breath. He smirked, spotting the wet patch of fabric, making the pink ever so slightly darker.

“You’re wet already angel?” he snickered, his palm caressing your open thighs.

“Y-yeah. I got wet when daddy was tongue kissing me” you confessed before biting down on your lower lip.

“Fuck” Seonghwa swore again, his dick twiching in his pants, he could feel himself already leaking precum onto his boxers. He just loved when you were so upfront with him. You looked so innocent, covering half of your face with your back hand and breathing rapidly but your pussy was already soaked and gushing for him. And you had no shame admitting it and exposing yourself to him. To his eyes only. You were his only

He pulled on your legs to bring your ass to the edge of the couch before pulling your panties down, not even taking the time to discard them, just letting them hang on one of your ankles before he prompted you to spread your legs for him again.

The way your pussy lightly twitched and sparkled covered in your juices had his cock quivering in his sweatpants. He wanted to taste you. He needed to.

He approached his face to your sopping center and licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. Right before curling his tongue back in his mouth, scooping as much of your slick as he could, smacking his lips to fully take in your taste. Your flavor was sweeter than honey and more intoxicating than the strongest liquors.

Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your under thighs and pushed his palms on your hips. Securing you right in his hold and spreading you like a buffet.

“Fuck daddy~” you whined.

He approached his mouth once again but this time his lips wrapped around your clit as he gave you light kitten licks. He looked up at you lapping away at your bundle of nerves, you couldn’t help but to moan at the pleasure you felt. Soon you started to rock your hips, rubbing your juices onto his face as he didn’t alter his pace.

“Please Daddy” you complained, yearning for more.

“My baby girl is so eager” he said, not parting his lips from your heat.

“It’s because I love daddy’s mouth so much.” you whined. “Please let me cum on daddy’s tongue”

“Soon my baby. But daddy wants to taste you thoroughly first”

Minutes passed and Seonghwa was taking so much pleasure in edging you. Licking and sucking on your clit only to back away when he felt you twitch on his tongue just to see your precious little cunt throb around nothing and gushing out more of your juices just to be savored by him and repeat the process over and over again.

But at some point you couldn’t even focus on the pleasure anymore. The only thing you felt was how full you were. How full your bladder felt.

“Daddy” you started cautiously.

“Yes angel?” your boyfriend replied, face still buried deep in your throbbing cunt.

“I-I think I drank too much water. I need to go to the b-bathroom” you said, shame slowly creeping under your skin.

Seonghwa smirked against your folds. Only to latch onto your clit again, this time licking more precisely on the sensitive bundle of nerves, making you moan loudly and arch your back.

“It’s okay baby. Daddy doesn’t mind.” he growled, eating you out like a starved man.

“No please daddy stop” you begged as you felt your pussy contract around nothing, your bladder also contracting dangerously. “It’s gross daddy” you complained, kicking your feet as the pleasure kept on rising.

“If it’s too much for you, just let go, okay angel?” He cooed against your folds.

“Please daddy…” you inhaled sharply, feeling yourself filled to the brim with piss. “Gonna p-” you whined but Seonghwa interrupted you.

“Just piss in daddy’s mouth baby” he said, pushing on your hips angling them just right. And you just couldn’t hold it in any longer. You let out your hot steamy piss right into your boyfriend's mouth. Seonghwa backed up a little and stuck his long tongue out as the powerful stream hit him right in the back of the throat letting out gurgles of satisfaction, gulping down as much piss as he could, mouth rapidly filling up to overflow and wetting his gray sweatpants.

When the stream started to slow down he wrapped his lips around your clit again and shoved two long fingers inside your cunt that he curled right into your g spot, pressing against your bladder again. The stream of hot piss picked up.

He wanted to drain you, take all of your piss for himself.

He started to pump his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt rapidly.

“Fuck daddy loves your piss much baby” he briefly said before sucking and licking your clit again, swallowing more of your delicious nectar.

“Daddy I'm cumming” you cried out.

“Cum for daddy baby” he allowed. And you finally leap over the edge. The orgasm is one of the most intense ones you’ve experienced. It completely rips through your body and shatters the earth beneath you as your legs tense up and your hips shake uncontrollably. Your hungry little cunt violently twitching around Seonghwa’s relentless fingers still pumping in and out of you, accompanying you on your descent, grunting and humming against your folds and he licked and sucked on your swollen bud until the pleasure died down and your legs fell limp, hanging over Seonghwa’s toned shoulders.

Seonghwa took a moment to admire your red and swollen cunt, occasionally twitching with the remnants on the strong orgasm your felt, sticky juices still lazily oozing out your entrance. He licked out one last stripe from your entrance and parted your lips with his tongue to twirl around your pee hole one last time.

“I think you’re cured now” he beamed at you smacking his lips, relishing in the intoxicating taste of your slick and piss one last time.

What a good boyfriend he was making sure you drank enough and making you cum to prevent your headaches.

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a/n: im still so self conscious about publishing watersports and this one was very filthy sooo pleaseeeeee comment and tell me if you enjoyed okay? just drop an anon ask if u dont want to leave ur userid on here! i would appreciate it so much <333

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Some blurb with grumpy fem reader and sunshine eddie?

He's constantly flirting with her and she only teases him or talking him down.

One time some cheerleader trying to flirt with Eddie and reader is so possesive, taking his hand and walking away. Eddie is wide-eyed, big smirk on his face and going after her with jumpy steps full of joy.

✶ ┄ SHE'S SO UNUSUAL !

summary: eddie's pretty sure he's loved you since the day he met you. you're pretty sure love is a neurochemical con job pairing: eddie munson / f!reader word count: 2.8k warnings: none? maybe just the faintest hint of angst? a/n: let's play a game of spot the steven universe reference because a clip popped on my tiktok fyp a couple days ago and even though i've never seen it, i simply haven't been able to stop thinking about it <3 anyways thanks so much for your request! hope you enjoy!

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Eddie’s pretty sure he’s loved you since before he understood what the word really meant. He didn’t know a lot of things, really, especially not as a lanky-limbed teenager trying hopelessly to navigate puberty in a world filled with assholes and uncertainty.

The only thing he could be certain of was all the love he had for you.

He’s seventeen and hopelessly stupid and you’re beautiful and eons out of his league. He concludes that having the majority of your gen-ed classes has to be fate and that making fun of you is the easiest way to talk to you without feeling like he needs to throw up.

So he takes to bothering you every day before class and sitting at the table beside you — despite the fact that it had been assigned to someone else at the beginning of the school year — until the teacher ultimately gives up and lets him sit next to you. He pokes fun at your Blondiemerch and how the same She’s So Unusual Cyndie Lauper cassette has been in your walkman for a week straight and the way you dot your eyes with pretty little hearts.

Every joke is sprinkled with the faintest hint of truth, though.

He tells you that he hates Blondie but that the shirt looks good on you, because everything you wear looks good on you. He says it’s hilarious that you can’t seem to listen to anything other than Cyndie Lauper but that he understands because he’s been obsessed with Metallica lately — and that he’d love to show you some of their music sometime. He says only children put hearts over their i’s, but that it's real cute when you do it, when you do anything.

“You’re so annoying,” you inevitably tell him with the roll of your eyes when he tells you exactly that. He can’t tell if the way the corner of your lip quirks up is from a half-concealed smile or a look of disgust.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he shrugs and knocks his leather-clad shoulder with yours. “It’s not my fault that I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you. Actually, now that I think about it, it’s kinda your fault.”

He says it all with a playful lilt to hide how much he means each word. That he’s in love with you and has been since you were in middle school, when he had a godawful buzz cut and loving Rocky Horror Picture Show was your entire personality — at twelve.

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist,” you argue while you mindlessly jot down notes from the textbook spread open between you, dotting every i with a practiced heart. “Love takes time and work. At the bare minimum, you should at least probably know the other person — and you don’t have a single clue who I am.”

He’s momentarily knocked asunder at your words, at how profound they are. It’s like a century-old philosopher is using a pretty highschool aged girl as a mouthpiece, and it only makes him love you more.

“Well, I could get to know you,” he retorts with a frown. “You just won’t let me.”

“Did you hear anything I just said?” you squint over at him.

“Yeah. That love takes time,” he echoes and a grin pulls slow at his lips. “Good thing we’ve got all the time in the world, sweetheart.”

When two years fly by, and you’re finally a senior (and Eddie’s repeating his last year of high school over again because the one before it knocked him on his ass), you realize that he wasn’t kidding around. He still tries hopelessly to get to know you and jokes that he’s a second-year senior only because he “didn’t want to leave you behind.”

“Couldn’t just leave you by yourself, sweetheart,” he says with a defiant shake of his head. “No way. Not with Jason Carver and all the other freaks roaming around here.”

“Yeah, I don’t think they’re the freaks here, Eds,” you monotone as you put in the combination for your locker.

He immediately notices the use of the nickname. It took you a year to call him anything other than Munson, and now he’s moving into Eds territory? It feels like his heart might burst. But you don’t seem to notice it so Eddie decides to keep it to himself, like sunshine in his pocket, lest he brings it up and he never gets to hear it again.

He presses a hand to his chest and leans in next to you. “Ouch, babe. I’m wounded. Truly. Sorry for wanting to protect a sweet little thing like you.”

You scrunch your nose and swat his hand away when he tries to squeeze your cheek.

“Some would say I actually need protecting from you.”

“I am capable of pretty dangerous things, sweetheart.”

“Like what?” you scoff.

Eddie only grins. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You ignore the chill that his words shoot down your spine and pretend to be unbothered by the way they make your heart race. You choose to roll your eyes at him and stuff your arms with textbooks. “You better have a massive dick to back up that attitude, Munson, or people are gonna be real disappointed.”

“And by people you mean you, right?”

“Obviously not,” you monotone.

“Well, joke's on you, I’ve already disappointed everyone I know.”

“That’s not true, Eds—” you shoot back but then swallow the words when you realize you were about to say something too sweet. “There are billions of people in the world you haven’t met yet. There’s still plenty left to disappoint.”

“You’re real sweet, you know that?” he jokes with a smile. “Besides, if you’re really worried about the size of my dick, we can always break out a ruler and, you know, test your theory.”

“Ooh, sorry,” you wince. “I left my magnifying glass at home. Maybe some other time?”

“How about tomorrow?” he answers quickly and easily falls into step with you when you shut your locker and head towards your next class.

“I have a date tomorrow, actually. No can do.”

His heart stops and his throat swells and he forgets what words are for a moment or two. He can only blink at you for a few seconds. “A— A date?”

“Uh-huh. Jason Carver. He asked me out this morning.”

“You’re kidding,” he retorts bitterly with a scowl on his face. Then you start laughing at him and the world starts spinning again. He starts laughing too, but it’s more of a sigh of relief than anything else. “You— You are kidding?”

“Obviously I’m kidding,” you shove him. “Hell will freeze over before I am willingly anywhere around that guy.”

Eddie’s freshly beating heart starts to swell. It feels like more of an honor than it already has been, for you to want to willingly be around him.

“Oh, so you were just trying to make me jealous, then?” he squints over at you.

This time, you’re the stuttering mess as you try to figure out what to say.

He chuckles at you. “Because it worked, sweetheart.”

A couple of months or more go by and graduation nears — well, for you. Eddie’s still hellbent that he’s going to have to repeat another year, but you’ve made it your mission to get him to pass English.

He doesn’t even mind that it means he actually has to do the homework, as long he gets to spend time with you in the Hellfire room after school or share a snack with you at the picnic tables at Forest Hill.

It’s got him living in a state of grandeur. He’s hopelessly deluded, not only that he’s in love with you, but that you’re in love with him. And, for obvious reasons, you know that can’t be true.

Neither of you can be in love because you’re kids and you’re stupid and you don’t know a single damn thing about anything, let alone something as trivial and philosophical as love. It’s a neurochemical con job, everyone knows it. It’s not real.

Everyone thought Nancy and Steve were in love at one point, and then she called him bullshit at a party before fucking off with Jonathan Byers.

Everyone thought Jason and Chrissy were in love, too — that they would be everything Steve and Nancy couldn’t — and then she dumped him in front of the entire school after catching him being an asshole to a bunch of Hellfire club freshmen.

So, obviously, no one knows what love is.

And by that logic, they can’t know when they’re in it either.

So you chalk up the butterflies and burning cheeks you always get around Eddie to being a dumb teenager who’s lonely and touch starved. Because it’s not love. It just can’t be.

Eddie begs to differ, though, and he swears he’s got the test to prove it.

It’s the spring assembly at Hawkins High, which means everyone’s gathered in the gymnasium on bleachers that are not nearly big enough to accommodate everyone, doing fuck all and grateful for not having to do any actual work.

The cheerleaders do a couple of dances, the basketball team prances around the court — it’s all hopelessly pedestrian as far as you’re concerned.

You and the rest of Hellfire are located at the very top of the bleachers, as far away as you possibly can be from whatever the hell is going on below you. It checks out, though, because everyone else opts to keep their distance from the lot of you, too.

And you’re not exactly sure how the conversation started, but somehow you end up talking about crushes, and Eddie makes the too bold proclamation that you’ve got the fattest crush on him of all people.

“Leave her alone!” Dustin scolds him over the band, the only one actually trying to stick up for you. “Maybe this is something you should discuss, I don’t know, in private?”

You roll your eyes. “There’s no need. Because I don’t have a crush on you, Eddie Munson,” you tell him, stern and unwavering, as you squint over at him. Your glare follows the boy as he paces up and down the bleachers, two levels below you. “Sorry to bruise your ego.”

“Oh, so you won’t care if I tell Chrissy that I wanna take her on a date?” he asks you with a knowing grin.

“Why would I care?” you retort, then grumble. “It’s not like she would say yes anyway.”

“Well, she did ask me first.”

That quietens you instantly “…You’re lying.”

“Wanna bet?” he teases and leans down, resting his weight on the seating in front of him, until his face is level with yours. You can smell the nicotine on his breath and the mint gum he smacks between his teeth.

If you were alone — and in some godawful teenage drama — you might’ve pulled him in for a kiss right there. At least, that’s what your brain tells you to do because your lips have started to tingle just thinking about it.

You hope Eddie hasn’t noticed the way your gaze falls on his own pink, plump, and very kissable ones. But the grin that paints his features then tells you that he has.

You play it off with a stoic expression and crossed arms. “Chrissy going from dating the captain of the basketball team to the town’s local freak would be an unprecedented low.”

“I’ll be sure to tell you all about our trip to Lover’s Lake tomorrow morning, sweetheart, don’t worry your pretty little head,” he promises before rising and spinning on his heels. He makes the trek to the lower level of the bleachers — a feat made more difficult by the crowd and the distance between it and him.

He makes sure to turn and look back at you every now and again, to make sure that you’re still watching him. You are. Of course, you are. And you hope the seething anger in your chest doesn’t show on your face.

“He’s not actually gonna ask her out, right?” Mike wonders.

“No way,” Dustin denies with the shake of his head. “The president of Hellfire can’t date a cheerleader… Right?”

Gareth shrugs. “He’s obviously bluffing.”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t do that,” Jeff agrees. He turns to look over at you. “He’s been in love with you since middle school. He just wants to upset you.”

“Well, it’s fucking working,” you grumble under your breath. Your heart races and your vision swims as you watch him near the group of cheerleaders sitting on the floor of the gym.

You want to believe that he’s bluffing, you really do, but you don’t doubt that Chrissy’s asked him out.

After she dumped Jason, she’d gotten strangely protective over the Hellfire club — constantly making an effort to talk to them all, ensuring that the rest of the school wasn’t acting total assholes around them. Hell, she’s even started being nice to you and you weren't even in the damn club.

She’s been hanging around with Eddie a lot more lately, catching up in the library and ranting about tests between classes. Everyone’s seen it. You’ve seen it. And it’s made you unbelievably jealous.

Maybe you never noticed it before now because you used to be the only girl interested in talking to Eddie. But now he’s got the head cheerleader around to keep him company, to ask him out on fucking dates, and it leaves you seething in your rage.

And if love is anger, then you’re head over heels for Eddie Munson.

You rise suddenly from your seat and shove your way through the bleachers, muttering lackluster excuse me’s under your breath as you go and elbowing those who refuse to get out of your way.

You reach Eddie just before he’s about to tap on Chrissy's shoulder. You take that hand and nearly jerk it from its socket the way you pull at him. Eddie is stunned, for all of half a second, thinking it must’ve been a fuming Jason Carver at the force of the grip around him.

But it’s just you, all but dragging him out of the gymnasium with the strength of ten men in one angry teenage girl, and it makes him smile so hard it hurts.

He traps the grin between his teeth and locks eyes with the rest of Hellfire from across the room. He brings two fingers to his forehead in salute before he’s pulled out of the gym entirely.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he teases as you lead him down a long hallway. “Thought you didn’t give a shit if I asked her out?”

You don’t respond to his teasing. You just keep tugging him by his wrist through the empty school. He’s not even sure if you’re even breathing just now, or if you’re moving strictly on autopilot and rage.

You shove him into Mr. Kamisnky’s vacant classroom and lock the door behind you.

Eddie’s chest rises and falls with the heavy breath he exhales. “Well, shit, sweetheart... If I knew making you jealous was all I needed to do to get you alone, I would’ve done it a long time ago—”

“Say you didn’t mean it,” you interject, less than amused at his teasing.

“…What?”

“That you wanted to take Chrissy on a date,” you elaborate with arms crossed over your chest, protecting yourself, your heart. “Say you didn’t mean it.”

And Eddie laughs. He fucking laughs. Like everything’s a joke to him, like the mere thought of you being heartbroken over him liking Chrissy is funny to him.

It’s not. Well, at least not that bit. It’s laughable to him that you would even think he wanted anybody but you after he’s spent so many years fawning over you.

“Of course, I didn’t mean it,” Eddie scoffs. He tries to take a few steps closer to you, but you back away, not believing him. He softens. “I just wanted to make you jealous, sweetheart. I didn’t wanna… hurt your feelings.”

“Well, you did,” you monotone.

The boy’s brows furrow. “Hurt your feelings or make you jealous?”

“…Yes.”

A smile pulls slow at his lips. He tries to hide it but fails miserably. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I just wanted to see how you would react. And I am very pleased by this reaction… Even though my wrist feels like it’s broken.”

“Sorry,” you murmur to yourself, already embarrassed at how angry you’d gotten.

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie declines with the shake of his head. This time when he walks toward you, you don’t back away from him. You even let him take your elbows in his hands and rub his thumbs over your warmed and jealousy-prickled skin.

“Actually, you know what, do be sorry,” he corrects playfully. “And make it up to me by taking me out. Somewhere fancy.”

You purse your lips to the side in attempts to hide your smile.

“Benny’s Burgers?” you offer after a moment.

“Ooh. Burgers, fries, a milkshake, and a hot date?" he lists with a nod of approval. "You really know how to get a guy to swoon, don't ya sweetheart?”

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k2ntoss · 1 month

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hihihi, back with more jason thoughts <:

very specifically, i saw this reel and immediately had butterflies thinking of it happening with jay 😭

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2zyAW4BG1O/?igsh=ZzM3MXowdmNxeXZ2

(also the comments didn't help but fuel some definitely thirstier thoughts lmao)

i just saw another reel about this and i'm literally going feral over it, SORRY FOR THE DELAY BUT here we are. it's gonna be short but maybe gonna write more about this later hehehe :3

weekends were calm, at least more than any week day as jason managed to be free from long patrols more often so it allowed him to rest and spend time with his lover and that always ended up in him being dragged to try something she saw on tiktok or in any ig reel, this time it wasn't gonna be different and jasom knew as soon as you showed up with a big smile on your lips right on the doorway of your room.

"i'm gonna take a guess and say that you just found something you want us to try and that it's either something spicy or some new recipe you found around and that will go wrong" jason says as soon as you open your mouth and he's pretty much right.

"i did found something but it's not really spicy" you start, hands playing with your phone before you walk into the room "and not all of the recipes i've found go wrong, jay" this time your hands rest on your hips and he looks at you with a small grin and a raised eyebrow, most of those recipes went terribly wrong.

"then what will it be today, princess?" he asks, a small chuckle escaping his lips when you move and sit on his lap as he lays still on the bed, looking up at you with his hands now placed softly over your hips "you said is something not really spicy but i'm almost sure it is something that came out of a thirst trap" and that last part makes your cheeks burn because you've once asked jason to try a trend you saw months ago and it ended up with him pushing you against the bed.

"just shut up already..." you mumble and reach for your pocket, taking out a long piece of pink lace and put it in front of his face "you know how your arms are like... huge? i was wondering if you could let me tie a ribbon to your bicep and you know... flex it?" the hand motions that you make as you try hard not to blush at the way jason stares up at you.

"you want to tie a ribbon to my arm and see if i can break it? is that it, princess?" he asks, knowing there's a bit more behind your request but he wouldn't ever think about saying no to you "go ahead, try it"

his acceptance bring a joyful smile to your lips and feeling you shift to sit over his thighs he takes the hint to sit down too, letting you take his left arm to tie the soft ribbon on his bicep and he was about to flex his arm just to be met with a small frown from you, waiting to see the result.

he does exactly that, his arm barely flexed to make his muscle pop a little when the ribbon gave in with a faint 'pop' just to fall from his arm to leave you slightly surprised, cheeks tinted pink as jason chuckled amusedly "is that it, sweetheart? or do you have another point to prove?"

"i-i mean, can i try with your forearm?" you ask him, pupils blown wide because you knew this was likely to happen due to how big jason was and as soon as he nods with a small grin you're tying a new ribbon to his forearm just for it to break as soon as he balls his fist and squeezes his arm a little.

"can i tie another one to your thigh? i swear i'll stop there" you look at him, pleading eyes and a small pout that melts his heart, once again jason agrees and he has to hold back a low growl when you hop down from his lap to sit between his legs, your lips pressed in a fine line as you tied the pinkish ribbon on his thigh and the way your lips part when he flexes his leg to break it without much effort drives him wild.

"are you happy now, princess?" jason asks you, his fingers gripping the edges of the matress while you stay still, thoughts running wild on your mind and he is able to notice the blush on your cheeks.

"can you squeeze my head with your arms?" you ask, ignoring his question and jason can't help but look down at you with a cocky smirk. he knew this would definetely turn into something spicy.

next thing you know is that he has you pinned against the bed, your back bent in a way you were looking back at him as your chest was pressed down, jason's arm wrapped slightly around your throat as he pounded at a rough pace against your body making you moan loudly.

life was good.

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wheeboo · 9 months

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spoiler: i kinda like u | hansol vernon chwe

SYNOPSIS. in which you share earphones with the boy on the train. PAIRING. hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, kinda strangers to lovers, implied college au WARNINGS. none WORD COUNT. 1.7k

requested by @enhazen

notes: this is a late birthday gift to you shay <3

It's a recurring thing at this point: you board the train to and from university, sit at the very same spot each time, and then you wait for him. You know he goes to the same university as you because you recognise the school hoodie that he wears sometimes, and you both always get off at the same stop before going on your own ways.

And then he sits next to you. Yes, next to you. Why is that? Because the moment he takes his place next to you on the train, he offers an earphone towards you.

It had all started the moment he noticed you glancing down at his phone at a particular movie he was watching, seemingly interested despite not hearing a single thing and simply reading the captions. You didn't think he would notice, but he does, and a few minutes later you find an earphone being offered in your direction. At that point, you gave him the grand nickname of the cute boy on the train, because there wasn't any other way to describe him.

Then whenever the train reaches your shared stop, the two of you seemingly exchange a knowing glance with each other as if communicating Have a good day, which later became, Same time tomorrow? in the present day, with the addition of that small smile to his face that always makes your heart jump. You like to think that it grows wider a bit every day.

Conversations hardly stretched beyond sharing your thoughts of the movie, except for the one time you mustered the courage to finally ask for his name. His name is Vernon. The cute boy on the train now has a name.

When Vernon boards the train today, he already has his earphones in, head bopping to a song blasting in his ears. As he catches sight of you, you see the way his eyes widen ever so slightly when he notices you were both wearing the same school hoodie in different colours. Then he sits next to you, and you feel the warmth of his arm grazing against yours for a moment. Swiftly, he switches his screen from music to Netflix, scrolling to find the movie you were watching together yesterday, before offering an earphone to you like it was routine.

You take his earphone gratefully and plug it in your ear, scooting a bit closer to the point where the sleeves of your hoodies were barely touching.

“I… may have accidentally seen a spoiler earlier,” Vernon tells you guiltily, his voice low.

You scoff as if offended. “You promised you wouldn’t.”

His ears grow red. “Dude, it-it popped up on my for you page, and then I couldn’t scroll past it because of the WIFI𑁋”

You can't help but let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head playfully. “It’s fine, I’ll let it slide. Just be more careful next time, and don't scroll through TikTok or reels or whatever."

Vernon elicits a sigh of relief, a sheepish grin to his face. “I’ll try my best.”

The movie begins, and you quickly find yourselves engrossed. The train sways gently as you both fade into the story playing on the screen, and you were leaning more towards him to get a better angle of the movie. The two of you attempt to keep in your giggles whenever the humourous scenes pop up, or whisper comments to each other during the intense moments that you can barely hear for the sake of not disturbing anyone around you.

At times, you notice that Vernon occasionally steals glances in your direction to make sure you’re still paying attention, which you are. You pinpoint the way his lips curl into a small smile whenever your eyes meet, and it makes you shyly avert your gaze back down to the movie.

Sometimes he makes comments on particular scenes as if he was in his own little world, and you can't help but listen to every word. It's adorable, because you see the way his eyes light up whenever he speaks, and you wonder if he's some sort of secret movie critic.

In his own time, he probably is, to be honest.

As the movie continues, you feel your head slowly succumbing to a certain heaviness, finding yourself gradually leaning more against Vernon's shoulder. It's not intentional, but Vernon doesn't seem to mind; in fact, he subtly adjusts to a more comfortable position. Today was oddly exhausting, and you were really trying hard not to let it show as the movie plays.

But when the first yawn escapes your lips, you knew your body was beginning to surrender to the tiredness.

When the movie reaches a calm scene, you feel your eyelids droop. You're still trying your best to stay awake to not miss anything, but the need to lay your head down on something and the swaying of the train fight back. Vernon mutters something about the scene on the screen, but you can barely hear it.

As you press more against his shoulder, Vernon's gaze flicker down at you, and when he catches sight of your fluttering eyes, he pauses the movie and tries to shift his shoulder, making sure your head doesn’t hang off. But the movement jerks your eyes open suddenly.

“Sorry, I-I was watching.” Then you blink a few times and end up yawning again, a heat of embarrassment sprouting in your face as Vernon softly chuckles.

He watches the way you rub tiredly at your eyes and straighten your posture, before clearing his throat a bit loudly.

“You can… lean on my shoulder if you’re tired. I don’t mind. We can watch next time."

You glance at his eyes and then to his shoulder, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you meet his gaze again. “Are you sure? I wouldn't... want to be all up in your personal space."

All he does is smile gently. “Yeah, it's fine. I’ve got you.”

You take a moment to encase his words in your heart, before shifting closer to him and letting your head find its rightful place on his shoulder. Closing your eyes, you take in the scent of his hoodie and the warmth radiating from his body.

On the other hand, Vernon tenses for a split second when he feels you settle next to him, before quickly relaxing. Turning on his phone again, he lowers the volume and selects a calm and soft song, the sound flowing directly through the earphone in your ear, his fingers rhythmically tapping against his leg.

After some time, Vernon glances down at you curiously. Your mouth was slightly open, soft breaths floating in the air, appearing peaceful as ever. He just smiles to himself, finding a yawn of his own leaving his own lips, and his heartbeat quickens nervously to a sudden thought popping in his mind.

No, he can't do that, but the exhaustion felt contagious. Perhaps playing a calm song was a bad idea (for him, at least), his eyelids growing heavier as the song shifts to the relaxing sounds of a piano. He feels his body inch impossibly closer to you, then after a long moment of contemplation, he lets his head slowly tilt until it rests on top of yours.

Somehow, it's enough to ease the tiredness tugging at him. He's careful not to disturb you, but little did he know that the moment you felt a certain pressure land at the crown of your head, your drowsy awareness woke back up, and you notice the way his fingers slow its tapping on his leg, before finally halting.

You take in a long, deep shaky inhale, before closing your eyes again, your heart racing an marathon in your chest. His head against yours feels weirdly comfortable.

The two of you rest side by side on a train filled with people in their own quiet headspace. LIke a movie, the scenery changes outside, but this moment right now is frozen, and time seems to slow. Vernon manages to keep himself awake, knowing that one of you has to be aware of when your stop is. His gaze remains out the window, but his thoughts centre curiously around you.

And then, as all rides must, it nears its end. Vernon stirs beside you, his head lifting off yours as he takes a second to stretch out his legs, being cautious not to startle you.

Then as some other people gather their belongings, he taps a few times to the top of your head.

"Hey," he murmurs softly. "We're here."

He swears he feels his heart beating loudly in his chest as he watches you slowly rise. Your eyes flutter open, and you blink groggily at him, then glance around realising that the train was slowly coming to your familiar stop.

"Thanks," You mumble sleepily.

"You looked like you needed it," Vernon teases lightly as he grabs his backpack.

You rub at your eyes again, scratching at the back of your neck shyly. "Yeah, uh... Sorry about that. I really wanted to watch the movie but I guess I was just too tired. Long day, you know?"

He just gives you a warm smile. "Don't worry about it. We can watch another time."

As the train comes to a complete stop and the doors slide open, you both gather your belongings and step out onto the platform. The day had reached the beginning of the evening, and the sky was painted in an array of pink and orange. You both walk together, a comfortable silence between puncuated by the occasional sounds of the city and the shuffling of other people around you.

When you both fully exit out of the premises, you turn to look each other and exchange that same look.

"See you tomorrow?" You ask him with hopeful, apologetic eyes.

He gives a simple nod, offering you a faint smile. "Definitely."

Then the two of you trail in your usual opposite directions, and as you feel the cool air meet the skin of your hands, you stuff them inside the pockets of your hoodie.

But then you feel something brush against your fingers. Taking it out, you realise it's a folded up piece of paper.

And upon unfolding it, you read the words on the page:

get some good rest tn :) also shhhh i'm gonna tell you the spoiler....

i kinda like u :) XXX-XXX-XXXX

╱l (°ˎ。 7 |、 ~〵じし ˍ ,)ノ - vern

It makes you freeze in your step, and when you spin around with a wide smile to hopefully catch sight of Vernon, you see that he wasn't anywhere to be found.

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zombyjuice · 3 months

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YOU USED TO LIVE A BLONDED LIFE₊˚⊹ ᰔ(๑ᵕ⌓ᵕ̤)>c[_]

in which it’s almost valentines and all wonbin can think about is the girl on his bus rides home.

wonbin x fem!reader

cussing, awkward, kinda bad ngl, reader is poc ermmm enjoy :3

“I’m lonely, I need a man before Valentine or I’ll go fucking insane” you speak coming up behind your friend Luna who practically jumped out of her seat phone flying in the air “Goodness! Someone needs to go put a bell on you” you look down at her with a menacing stare getting out of your 🕴️pose and going to the other side to grab your chair, stepping over her phone.

“I feel like you’ve already gone insane,” she picks up her phone thanking God it’s not broken “Cute hair by the way” she points out your now dark brown hair up put in a ponytail and a white headband with a fluffy blue star clip attached to it, you smile softly touching your hair “hopefully that cute boy on the bus thinks the same, he’s always staring at me I think he wants at me” you let out a giggle and jump up and down on your chair “oh my GOSH he’s so fine how~”

“shut up I’m sure he’s going to like it your pretty and look straight out of one of those old quirky Japanese fashion magazines, also you don’t have the worst personality” she states finishing her coffee “Oh? whatever fuck you let’s go” you kick her under the table and watch her face curl up in pain laughing out loud.

You guys shuffle out of the cafe with grumpy faces seeing all Valentine’s decorations and giddy men and women with gifts for the significant others, “disgusting” you sneer “Be happy” you glare at her ��Shut the fuck up and be mad with me fuck valentines!” you slightly shout her eyes darting around not understanding how you have no shame(in Korea), you were a strange complex person but she loved you for it, deciding to ignore the glares.

Not even on the bus yet eyes immediately start darting trying to find the boy excited dressed just for him even though in the back of your mind you knew you were never going to go up to him ever, especially remembering your first interaction.

To make a long story short he was at the bus station at 1 am doing God knows what (waiting for the bus) and since there was barely anyone there you and Luna thought it was the best time to do a silly little TikTok you sprouting with energy cause Luna just gave you tons of it.

The song was slowed down so there you were dancing your heart out (slowly) to Ma Boy by sistar19 to get the perfect video and everything would’ve been fine if you didn’t heard the stifled laugh that the boy was holding.

Your face contoured with fear and Luna's deadpan while tapping your shoulder to run. And ever since then you’d see the boy every day, which would be concerning any other man but this was a breathtaking man who looked at you like he wanted to go down on you any moment.

Luna says it’s not that bad because the video ended up being great the sped up video making people laugh and you guys got viral the next day but you think that was hands down the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“I think you guys would look good together” your friend states while you guys eagerly waiting for the bus “What do you mean? How?!” you get giddy slapping her arm “idk it give cute black cat bf and weird orange cat gf” “okay can you hop off always trying to insult me” “that’s what I do best” “oh you're a fucker” “ow! Stop pinching me gay fuck” “You’re g-”

“the doors open” a quiet voice that belonged to no other than your future(not really) pretty black cat boyfriend >:3

you both barely look back and beeline into the bus.

“haha,” you awkwardly laugh a little too late at the boy who looked at you a little silly, both of your eyebrows raised strangely at each other “Oh my gosh” Luna muttered.

You turned around all of a sudden you would like to leave right about now.

The bus ride was quite awkward you and your friend standing and chatting sometimes losing yourselves in the convos and laughing a bit too loud immediately going to check if he looked at you a certain way.

You guys shared cute glances here and there you could feel the way he looked at your outfit or the way he scanned your side profile also not failing to catch the soft grin plastered on his face.

When the time came around for you to get off your bus stop you frowned, yeah you guys never talked before and you weren’t planning on it, but his presence was enough you could gladly sit awkwardly next to him as he looked at you with those cute boba eyes, gladly giving him the same look back.

You gave him one last look and a soft tight lip smile before walking away with your friend off the bus, but what you didn’t catch was that he followed you guys off.

“excuse me- excuse me”

You guys turn stiff and you snap back to see him slightly smile and wave “Can I um speak to you, please, not to be weird or anything”

You look at Luna with a smile a little too bright and she nods smiling back and glaring at Wonbin before walking off.

you look back at the boy's direction and you walk up to meet each other properly…

“You changed your hair,” he states blankly your eyes go a bit wide, and chuckle a bit “Yeah I was tired of the blonde, but I’m nervous this might be too plain though it does look a lot better I might add some color or maybe like a couple of blo- sorry I blabbering” he giggles a little too hard eyes turning into crescents and cheeks burning red “sorry that was a weird statement, not your fault, haha but um I’m Wonbin…” he scammed your features and your reactions finding them all so cute how expressive and real you are it’s like he could see you take note of his name in your head.

“Wonbin.. pretty I like it! I’m y/n” his face burned more and he couldn’t help but let out a nervously high giggle “Also pretty I think you're pretty too and I wanted to introduce myself properly and take you on a date or two before you know, Valentine's” gulp.

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sturniolowhore · 3 months

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CAN YOU PLEASE PLEASE WRITE A CHRIS THING WHERE HE FINDS OUT THE READER LOVES DIRTY TALK AND DECIDES TO USE IT ON HER? LIKE A LOT OF DEGRADING AND MULTIPLE ORGASMS PLWASE I'LL PAY YOU

☁️ words of desire

warnings ⎯ chris x fem!reader, dirty talk, degrading, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, pillow princess (he forces her to be?), pet names, cursing, teasing

A/N ⎯ i'm pretty sure i've seen something similar to the request before so if this sounds too similar, full credits go to the writer!! i'm just going with the request and also grinning like a fool throughout the whole thing. (run me my moneyy)

i hope you enjoy <3

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

chris stares at the reposted tiktok in front of him. his jaw is slightly open due to the shock cursing through him. it's a little unexpected that his girlfriend would repost something of the sort when they've never discussed anything like it. what surprises him even further is her replying to some of the comments under the post and freaking out about how other people's partners treat them. it's not as though chris doesn't satisfy her, he knows for sure he does from the way she begs for his touch and craves it day in and day out, but she clearly loves this side of pleasure a lot. maybe she's embarrassed of it but chris just finds it extremely hot if anything and he's far beyond eager to test it out.

he's suddenly very excited to see her again and the idea of her coming over in a bit paints an excited grin on his face. he waits around on his phone for the time being, scrolling through more of the comments and wondering just how many she has liked. curiosity gets the better of him and he clicks onto her account. she logged into the account from his phone a while back and told him she never had an issue with him keeping it there. he has never before clicked on the profile but this time he almost can't help it. he clicks onto the same post, finding it easily in her favourites and watching the comments fill up with red hearts, signalling she had liked them. there's a fucking ton of comments she has liked and he grins even harder, quickly shutting off his phone when he hears a knock at the front door.

he practically sprints out of his room, heading down the stairs quickly and opening the door eagerly to be met by the sight of her excited smile. he returns the gesture and allows her to follow him inside, giving her little to no time before his lips connect with hers in a hurry. she kisses back with ease, her back hitting a wall suddenly and making her gasp into the connection.

he pulls away and finally greets her, a smirk of some sort across his face that has her insides bubbling up, "hey ma, i missed you."

she smiles at him in response, intertwining their hands as she follows him upstairs, "i missed you so much chris."

he grins at her and leads her to his bedroom wordlessly, so fucking thankful his brothers aren't home and aren't going to be for a long time. he knows he isn't going to be able to hold back the want he has inside of him, especially not with the comments and posts running circles in his mind. he's aware it's only going to be a few more moments before he snaps completely.

he has always liked the idea of degrading and domming but he's never been too sure if she wanted it too. he's been far too scared to test the waters in case he drowns but now, he has knowledge that he knows will keep him floating. he sits on his bed and watches as his girlfriend snuggles into his side, her hypnotic scent wafting up his nose and filling the room instantly. god, the smell alone could drive him crazy and he isn't even complaining.

"you're very happy," she comments as she takes in the grin that still hasn't left his face since the moment she stepped through the door.

"i just missed you," is what he chooses to reply and it isn't exactly a lie, more so a far fetched truth that he's using as a means of not instantly slipping into the desires he now knows the both of them share.

"mhm," she mumbles before connecting their lips again, missing the feeling of his soft lips against her own and the rapid beating of her heart due to the close proximity.

he takes this as an opportunity to place her body atop his so that she's straddling him. she goes without a word of complaint and settles against his frame with no difficulty. the closeness makes it easier to kiss him and she relishes in the lack of space between them. it feels like their souls are moulding together and she feels the wax they are formed from melting into one, swirling into a delicate mix that burns even better than when they're alone.

her hips move against him and he groans, his hands moving to either side to steady her whilst her lips travel to his collarbone, pressing warm kisses all across the skin with her perfect lips. when she sucks at the skin, chris swears he loses all sense of composure he ever had and he suddenly wants more.

his mind repeats a mantra of the word. more. more. more. he just needs more and he's not sure how long he can last without it. he flips their bodies so she's beneath him, a glint in her eyes as she watches him hover over her.

one of his hands moves to wrap around her throat and she splutters on air at the new found sensation. she stares at his hand and how flawlessly it fits around her neck, as though it was crafted to hold her throat. she stares into his eyes in curiosity, wondering where this new gesture is coming from. her eyes flicker to the chain dangling from his chest and she has to resist the pathetic urge to practically moan at the sight.

"chris..." she's hesitant and he feels himself growing in anticipation about what's going to come next.

"such a pretty neck, wanna squeeze it forever," he murmurs, trekking his hand up and down the skin, squeezing tightly and causing her to gasp again lightly.

he smiles at the sound, "what's the matter? i know you love this, know you've been fantasising about it in that fucked up head. haven't you?"

she stares at him in disbelief, silence filling the air as she's unable to respond to him. of fucking course she's wanted this forever but she doesn't know how he found out. she doesn't know if she should feel embarrassed or let the heat forming inside of her take over the way she so desperately wants to.

"i haven't even done anything yet, fucking speak up," his grip tightens and she whimpers helplessly at the contact, biting nervously at her lip.

"please," is all she manages to respond, giving into her desire because she can do nothing but, especially when it comes to chris.

"that doesn't answer my question," he tells her and she sighs before replacing it with a moan when his teeth graze her earlobe, his breath fanning her face at the side and sending her into a small spiral.

"yes, all the time," she admits shyly, eyes glued to the grip he still has on her.

she feels so small beneath him, as though a prey within the eyeline of the predator and she's supposed to hate it but she simply can't. it just turns her on even more, the idea that he can do absolutely anything to her and she'll fucking enjoy it. she's even enjoying the dangerously slow place at which he's travelling the course of her body with his lips right now.

he reaches her chest and pulls her top off, eyes immediately falling to her breasts that sit so perfectly in their bralette. she feels herself turn to putty under his gaze, body heating up at the intensity pooling through his pupils. her hand moves to his hair and he groans when she tugs on it.

he removes her hand quickly, placing it above her head and holding it in place with his own hand forcefully, "you're going to touch me when i say you can, got it?"

she nods feebly, her other hand clutching at the sheets beneath her so that her fingers don't betray her and reach for him. he sucks at the skin of her right boob and licks stripes at the softness, loving the way small whines spill out of her. her bralette is taken off before she can even process it and she feels herself blush at the way he's staring at her.

"such fuckable tits," he comments, his hand pinching at them and twisting her nipples teasingly.

she moans at the small hints of pain, eyes pleading with his for more. just like him, she wants more and she wants it now. she can feel the wetness forming between her thighs and she almost laughs at the absurdity, at how easily chris can turn her on.

"i'm gonna fucking ruin you today and you're gonna be a good girl and let me," he tells her, moving his fingers to pull at her shorts and laughing when she shudders under his touch.

"please," and there it is again, yet another element of confirmation that she likes the way chris is treating her just as he had expected.

"please what?" he pulls the shorts off completely, his hands rubbing against her wetness through her panties and almost moaning at how wet he can tell she already is.

"i need you," she confesses, bucking her hips into his hands to feel more and earning yet another mocking laugh.

she's almost completely bare and he's fully clothed. it feels so dirty, so fucking right and she loves it. when his hand dips into her underwear, she moans again, welcoming the pads of his fingers instantly. the normal gentleness is replaced with his urgent movements and she knows she's going to lose all control and fast if he keeps at it.

"fuck⎯" she starts but doesn't finish, cut off by her own moan when he pushes two fingers in without warning.

"look at you, withering under me over my fucking fingers. you'd think you've never been touched before," he shakes his head at her, starting to move his fingers inside of her at a merciless rate before he speaks up again, "we both know that's not true though. you're a dirty little slut, hm?"

and then he adds another finger, enjoying the jolt of her body at both the feeling and his words. he circles her insides and watches as she falls apart, squirming and whining, "what are you?"

she breathes in before she replies, "a dirty slut..."

"fucking look at you, wish you could see how helpless you look right now. i can feel you getting closer and i haven't even done anything," his fingers don't stop their movements and she knows that the dirty talk mixed with the stretching is going to send her over the edge any moment now.

"chris," she pants, her free hand digging into his side so he knows she's close.

he smiles sweetly at her, as though nothing has been said between them. he moves faster, wanting to get her to release for him. it's not even a minute before she lets go, staring directly into his eyes and releasing a string of curse words in the process.

chris pulls his fingers out and moves them towards her lips. she stares at them in disbelief and it must be too long because he forcefully shoves them into her mouth, not caring about the suddenness and watching in admiration as she sucks them clean, gagging a little when he pushes them to the back of her throat.

and then without letting her rest for even a moment, he pulls down her underwear completely and attaches his lips to her clit, kissing at the skin with a groan of satisfaction. she whimpers, pulling his hair again and throwing her head back.

"please 'm too sensitive," she mumbles when his tongue enters her fully before he pulls out and kisses at her inner thighs.

he speaks against the plush skin, "don't act like you don't enjoy this. take it like you're made to."

his sucking is driving her crazy and screams are starting to fall out of her lips, throat burning at the combination of everything she's feeling all at once. he continues lapping his tongue as his hands move around to find her lacy underwear. when he locates them, he pushes them into her mouth.

"take what the fuck i give you and be quiet about it," his words send additional pleasure through her and she moans yet again, this time the sound muffled by the material filling her mouth.

"such a sweet pussy, tastes so fucking good," he praises, loving the way her body moves to meet him halfway even when she's whining about it becoming too much.

her hold on his hair is almost painful so he pulls away from her for a brief moment, his chin coated in the wetness seeping through her alongside her cum from earlier.

"those hands are becoming a problem baby, can you keep them to yourself or do i have to tie them up?" he questions, knowing damn well she can't speak because of his actions prior.

"i asked you a fucking question," his hand lands a slap against her ass and she groans, biting down at the material in her mouth with desperation.

she tries to speak but of course he can't understand a word she's saying. he leans in closer, pretending to try and comprehend her words but coming to the conclusion that he obviously cannot.

"can't really hear you, looks like tying you up it is," he shrugs, taking his belt off and looping it around her wrists tightly, sure to leave a scar later.

and then he attaches his mouth to its previous position, moving freely and humming against her, sending her into another world entirely. her cum spills out of her, hot and fast and all over his face. he lathers it on his long fingers and wastes no time in pushing it inside of her, knowing exactly how she's overstimulated but unable to voice it with her mouth stuffed.

he can hear babbling against the material and see her body squirming against the sheets because she's so sensitive but rather than make him stop, it merely stimulates him to keep going.

"going to make sure you're all weak and helpless after this," his words echo in the room and she grinds her hips up, the throbbing beginning to start again even though she isn't truly sure if she can take anymore.

his fingers slide through her wet folds and he murmurs under his breath, "look at yourself, so fucking wet even though i've already touched you. such a needy little whore."

she whines extra loudly at that, tapping furiously at his arm for him to remove the clothing from her mouth so she can feel normal again. he does want to hear the beautiful sounds so he obliges, forcing her mouth open with his fingers and removing the underwear before tossing it across the room someplace unknown.

"fuck..." is the first thing she says and he looks up at her, smiling in glee at how punctured her voice sounds.

"oh baby... you sound exhausted," his sympathy is completely fake and she knows it just as well, shaking her head at him.

"you're gonna give me one more," he kisses at her collarbone again, sucking and marking the skin in a wonderful array of red and purple.

"no please... too sensitive," she whispers in response, her head thrown back to give him extra space to explore her body.

"that wasn't a fucking option. you're going to give me one," he reiterates, biting harshly at her skin and making her moan loudly, involuntarily.

he moves to take his sweatpants off slightly and she thinks he's finally going to fuck her amongst all the pleasure.

she finds her thoughts however, are entirely wrong when he instructs her, "on my thigh, right now."

she clambers over and sits atop his thigh with a sharp hiss, still feeling overstimulated. he in turn laughs at her and holds her waist on either side to keep her steady, moving himself to rest against the headboard of the bed.

"ride this thigh ma," he attaches his lips to her breasts again, taking the nipples into his mouth as she begins to move back and forth against his thigh.

"mhm fuck," she murmurs, gripping tightly onto his arms and digging her nails in to keep a steady pace as she moves in delight.

"you should see yourself, look so pathetic using my thigh," his words cause her to move faster and chris grins; she truly does love this side of pleasure and he's so fucking glad to have found it.

pants and gasps fill the air until she grows a little tired, slowing herself down and loosening her grip ever so slightly. chris bounces his leg up and down to get her closer to the climax he knows is only mere moments away. the combination of their movements sends her spiralling and she cums yet again, a pure look of ecstasy adorning her features that chris captures a mental image of.

she collapses into him, her head nuzzling into the crook of his neck and her breathing ever so heavy. chris clings onto her tightly, rubbing his hands up and down her arm comfortingly.

"did so good for me baby, so good," his voice is soft and she hums against him, peppering kisses over his neck as she allows herself to calm down and take it all in.

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

tags: @mattslolita @sturniolololover @mattsleftnipple03 @that-general-simp

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 10 months

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•“𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 •”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:Earth 42 Miles X F! Reader

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬,𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎: Miles owns a business to help with his job as The prowler, he gets a new assistant thats trying to end his marriage .

𝐀/𝐍: Yall asked and yall will recive , i hope yall enjoyed this took a while

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:Cussing,Horrible flirting,Spanish might be a little choppy ( blame apple) For the story HE IS AGED UP

Inspired by: some tiktok and the obsessed movie

Miles started to wake up and get ready for work. He left you a quick note “Don’t move too much , Recuerda que estás en reposo en cama“(remember you are in bed rest ) , he left a tiny heart at the corner .

The butler would come , as miles was getting ready “when she wakes up just make her a breakfast sandwich “ miles lets the butler know . The butler nods at the request, he would swiftly grab his brief case and head off to work .

The car would feel with sounds if Miles hype playlist for work . He enjoyed the playlist sense it reminded him that “he’s a boss “

The boss parks a car in the parking spot that was labeled for him. As he walks to the door he seen a new face . “My name is Mr. Morales , and you are “ he questions her .

“Oh me , I’m Iya Barnes “ he shakes her hand “nice to meet you “ he says and smiles .

Miles opened the door for the lady as a gesture of welcoming and kindness. Miles couldn’t help it , Mama Rio raised him right and always made him a gentleman.Yet the lady didn’t take it that way .

“I’ll give you a quick tour “

He starts giving a nice breif tour of the company, she would get to meet all of her new coworkers and she didn’t know it yet but even the boss .

“If you have any questions either ask me or coworkers “ miles told her .

“Well I do have a quick question, do you know where the prowler is “ she asks him . He lets out a chuckle

“Nice to meet you.. I’m the prowler “ he says .

In the moment the lady fell in love , she loved the way he was so cocky with it , how the word “prowler “ rolls off his tongue.

“Well I’m guessing you’ll be my assistant, so I have 3 rules that every employee follows

1. Don’t ever disrespect my wife.

Although she is not here she does come around and see me at least once or twice per week.

2. Don’t be nosy

“ In the most respectful way , mind your business. Sense you are my assistant sometimes you need to listen to calls . If you don’t have to listen , then don’t listen “

3. “Don’t be touchy touchy

I don’t like when people are all one me. You can give me a tap but I don’t really do hugs with most co workers . “

When he was done with rules , let’s just say the new girl was a little ticked off because he had a wife . She wanted him and now that she heard he had a wife , she was going to be a home wrecker .

During her time on working here she already broke one rule .

Rule number 3 to not be in his business, yet she was . She was ease dropping on a call with him and his wife . She heard that you were going to stop by and drop something off for him . But he was going to be in a meeting.

“Looks like someones being nosy “ a random coworker said as they tapped her shoulder. She quickly takes the earpiece off. “ I hope boss dosn't see you “The person whispers in the girls ear, the unknown walks off from the lady.

In that moment she felt caught , like she did some crime .

“Iya I’m going to a meeting , when my wife gets here either ask Arron to excuse me or you can do it “ he walks into meeting room and begins to start . During that time the girl started to do her job for once .

You would come to his job , and bring his lunch for him , the butler made him a sub , gave him some juice, fruit , chips and cookies . You knock on the glass to catch her attention. She looks up at you with a stank face . You were confused why but then you just went to Uncle Aaron because you weren’t gonna deal with that time disrespect. “Hey I brought you and miles some lunch , and he you know told me I can call him out if needed “ you tell him as you grab his lunch from the bag you brought from home . “Alright I got that , and thanks “ he said .

Soon miles would come out of the meeting and you would go to his office.

“You can have your lunch break Iya” miles told the assistant to take her lunch break.

“Miles, no me gusta esa chica , she’s bad news “ (Miles I don’t not like that girl)

“¿Por qué, cariño, qué pasó?” He asks you in a soft tone (why baby what happened) he asked you confused as this was only her first day .

“Well you see I was going to ask her to call you out , but she gave me a stank-“ you say before a knock from a coworker comes out .

“I want gonna say anything but the new girl broke on of the big three rules , she invaded your privacy “ you make a chuckle. “you see what i mean she broke 2 rules in one day” you mumble .

“Tendremos una charla (We’ll have a talk) “ he says

You continue to talk with him about the business and other stuff about the pregnancy.

“ are you going to come tomorrow “ he asks you , you think nothing of it

“Yeah probably “you tell him

He smiles “alrighty baby I’ll see you later tonight ok” you smile as he give you a smile .

You leave and would head back home happy you got to see your husband early .

While you were happy iya was somewhere pressed , realizing that if she was going to try to get his attention she would have to break a rule but good thing for her she was already doing to get a talk , she had already broken more than one rule in a quick span of a day

“wheres is Iya “ miles goes around asking people “she’s in the break room” he smiles thanks , “you’ll probably get a raise” he whispered in the person who told where she was

“Esta nueva chica será mi muerte“ (This new girl will be the death of me).he sighed as he opened the door

“Iya we have a problem “ he says as he walks in “two people have commented on you in the past hour , care to explain “ he says in a harsh cold accent

“I have no idea what your talking about “

“Sí, lo haces”(yes you did) he mumbles

“Did you say something” she asks trying to act surprised”

“Yes you did, one if your trying to say my wife is lying , and why would another say they saw you with head piece on” he says in a annoyed tone , yet the girl enjoyed it , how his tone was Cold and his eyes where low .

“I’m sorry please take my apology, I can make it up to you” she whines as she try’s to touch his chest . He moves so she touches the wall . “Don’t make it 3 rules broken” he says harshly and walks out of the break room .

He walks to uncle Aaron’s office “Tío, me voy temprano, esta mierda es estresante, especialmente la chica nueva“(uncle im leaving early , this shit stressful, especially the new girl) he goes silent for a second

“How does one person breaks the 3 big rules in one day , ¿Qué coño? “(like what the fuck) he says he takes off his badge and places it on the desk

“I’ll talk to her” he says , miles starts to leave to go to his office and get everything he needs to go home .

He starts to undo his tye and smiles knowing that tomorrow his was going to see a nice small on your face with the surprise baby shower

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