#my heartbeat is literally just. in my throat. what the fuck.

[shotmrmiller]

pornstar au

f!reader x simon 'ghost' riley

3.7k words (sorry)

tw: teacher-student relationship but it's just a scene for porn. explicit. horrifyingly so.

You burst into the classroom and stride purposefully towards your professor, who is seated in his leather chair, engrossed in his work. Impatiently tapping your foot, you waited for him to finish marking essays. However, after 5 minutes, your patience with this unbearable man ran out.

"Professor."

He hums, a deep sound coming from the back of his throat yet doesn't look up from what he's doing. A real piece of work, he is. How fucking aggravating.

"Professor Riley," your voice takes an irreverent tone.

The hand that had been writing non-stop comes to a sudden pause, and he finally directs his attention to you. Meeting your gaze, his dark eyes are hooded, his lips set in a firm line. His job is to literally deal with students, yet he dares to look annoyed.

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong 'r am I gonna have to learn how to read minds?" he states.

Taking in a calming breath, you clench the crumpled essay in your hand. "Can you explain to me why you failed me on this? I did exactly as you asked!"

He must know precisely what you're talking about because he simply turns back to the papers on his desk.

"Tha's your problem. You did exactly as I asked, with no thought behind it. Just wrote the bare minimum, if you can even call it writin'. It's copy-paste," Professor Riley sets the pen down and leans back in the chair.

"I need ya to use tha' head o' yours when in this class. Otherwise, you'll fail the rest o' your classes too."

Fucking hell.

Professor Riley shifts in his seat, seemingly done with the conversation, and finishes, "If tha's all."

Shit. Your pause is too long, and the director calls it. Fuck.

"I'm really sorry, Ghost, I didn't mean-" Your words of apology dissolve into thin air as his strong hand finds its place on your hip— giving it a gentle, but firm squeeze.

"S'all righ', love. Mistakes happen. Matter fact," his eyes drift from you to behind you to beckon someone with two fingers. "C'mere, you."

It's the set assistant, and he's brought the script with him. Ghost swiftly stops him from handing it to you, instead pushing it onto the assistant's chest. "Won't be needin' tha', thanks. Tell the director tha' we'll be ad-libin'. Now sod off."

The assistant follows his command in haste, scurrying off to follow Ghost's instructions.

"Hey," he murmurs. Your eyes meet his, feeling the intensity of it quickens your heartbeat. "Say whatever you like, just remember to follow the storyline, alright?"

Follow the storyline. In porn. The irony isn't lost on you, but you bite the side of your gummy cheek to keep from laughing. "Yes, sir."

He drops his hand from where he held you slowly, seemingly almost reluctant to let go. "Ready?" Ghost's thin lips curl into a smirk when you nod at his question. "Good girl."

Your fingers tightly grip the flimsy material of your uniform skirt at his praise, and warmth pools in your lower belly.

His good girl.

A high-pitched voice cuts through your thoughts, signaling the restart of the shooting. You exhale a long breath, unclenching your hands in the process.

Action.

"If tha' all." Ghost reaches for his pen when you frantically grab onto his Oxford sleeve.

"Wait, Professor, please! I can't," you stammer, "I cannot fail this class! My parents would kill me if I studied abroad only to flunk. The tuition—"

His tone is authoritative as he abruptly cuts off your lengthy excuse. "Enough. Nothing can change the mark I've given you."

Your ears pricked up at his wording, and the corners of your lips pulled up into a roguish smile. "No?" Ghost stills before turning to face you, countenance blank. "Nothing at all, Professor?" With a coy tilt of your head, your wide, doe-like eyes meet his as your fingertips trace an alluring path from his forearm down to his knuckles.

"I really can't convince you in any way to change that grade for me?" You lean on the edge of his wooden desk— skirt so short it doesn't even graze the surface of it— and lightly curl your hand around his pointer finger. "It can be our little secret, Professor Riley," you purr.

Ghost lifts a single brow, and settles back into his seat, arms crossed over his barrel chest as his eyes travel from your feet to your exposed cleavage, fixating on the soft skin peeking out from your uniform top.

"Please?" his hushed voice reverberates inside your skull. "I promise to be a good girl."

That catches his attention, eyes flashing to yours, the fire behind them hot— you hope it burns you.

"'Sat, right? Tha' changes things now, doesn't it?" Ghost rolls his chair back, away from his desk, and spreads his thick legs apart in invitation, arms resting on the rests— the dictionary definition of casual. "Convince me then, pet."

"Yes, sir." Sauntering to stand in between his legs, you swallow thickly— the bulge in his groin was quite frankly, intimidating. You've had large, but this was in a league of its own.

"You gonna do it from up there? I know I'm bigger than average but not tha' big." A huff escapes from your lips. A whole comedian.

Knees pressed into the cold, tile floor, you expertly undo the button of his trousers and with his help, pulled them down along with his pants— just enough for his cock to spring free.

Bloody fucking hell.

His cock is monstrous. It rested against his belly, heavy and thick. The pink tip slightly peeking from under his foreskin. There was a groomed thatch of coarse hair at the base, and his balls were also heavy— one hanging lower than the other.

Ghost leans forward and cradles the underside of your jaw with one large hand, fingers gently caressing the delicate skin of your cheek, while the other pumps his rigid cock in anticipation. "Not scared, are ya?" His grin was wicked. "I promise it don't bite."

Grabbing his wrist, you maneuver his hand so that his thumb now rests on your soft lips. "Might not, but I do, Professor." And catch the tip of his finger between your blunt teeth, the subtle sting of it making him hiss.

"Perfect, pretty girl," he says, almost inaudible. His words of praise are for you alone— not for the scene, nor the camera. You peer up at him through your lashes, mewling softly at the expression on his face.

His brow was set, hooded eyes sultry, a rosy hue across his cheeks and nose, and lips parted as he panted quietly.

Delicious.

Ghost then pushes his thumb further into your slick mouth and hooks it behind your bottom teeth, delicately pulling you closer to him as he tips his head down— taking his thumb out with a pop. His warm breath fans across your face as he moves closer until his lips connect with yours. He slid his tongue into your mouth, tasting of frosty mint and his own unique taste.

Your hands come up, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs when he grasps your wrist and moves it to the focal point of his desire— his breath hitching when you give his cock a firm squeeze. Ghost bites your bottom lip before breaking away, a guttural noise escaping him when you begin to stroke him. "Tighten your hand around—" he breaks off, moaning against your kiss-swollen lips when you comply.

He threads his fingers through your hair that sits at the base of your skull, curling them into a fist and tugging back— craning your neck, hair pulled taut.

"So obedient. Jus' f'me, love?" you hum cheekily, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

"Would you hold it against me if I said no?" he chuckles under his breath, the grip on your hair tightening marginally.

"I'd say tha' you're lyin'." He sucks in a breath when you press down lightly onto his slit with your thumb. "Cheeky."

He loosens the hold he has on you, feeling your scalp prickle with tender relief, and relaxes back into the chair. "All yours, sweetheart."

That light wasn't getting any greener, so with a grunt, you shifted your weight, ignoring your aching knees, and wrapped your lips around his cock.

Barely.

The salty bite of his arousal and musk spread on your tongue as you took him in deep, stilling once he hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck, look at me."

Slightly tipping your head back, you do as he says, your throat closing around him as he slips in even further.

"Fuckfuckfuck," a hiss, "such a hot little mouth, just swallowin' me righ' up." Your lungs burn with the lack of oxygen, forcing you to pull back to gasp for air. Ghost squeezes himself at the base and taps your cheek with his saliva-coated length.

"A dirty slag like you, jus' takin' me like a professional. Tha' what you are? A professional cock sucker, love?" he taunts. Your pussy clenches when he calls you a slag, pressing your thighs together in the hope of some friction; Something to alleviate the throbbing ache in between your legs.

Ghost with eyes as keen as ever, notices. Damn.

"Oh? Little harlot likes to get degraded, does she? Reminded of her place? How I'd love to teach you exactly where you belong, but tha' wouldn't be you convincin' me to change your bad grade, now would it?"

His cock taps on your swollen lips. "Another time, hm? Now open. Make me see reason."

Ghost's wish is your command. With enthusiasm, you take him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head, place a hand right under your lips, and twist with every push and pull.

It's sloppy, spit covering your hand, dripping down to his balls. Your jaw aches, a burning pressure a little under your ear, but what gives you the strength to continue is the loud moans coming from Ghost. He holds nothing back, his hand engulfing the crown of your head while he gently pushes you down. A performer down to his very bones.

You were about to pause the recording, the pain in your mandible and knees almost becoming too much when he suddenly pulled you off of him.

"Wha—?" Ghost seizes you by the upper arms, forcibly bringing you to your feet, disregarding your pained whimper, and places you on the sturdy desk.

He's curling his fingers into the waistband of your frilly knickers, slipping them down your legs and pocketing them. There's a quiet popping sound when he bends his knees, going eye level with your bare cunt.

In a hushed tone, you say, "This isn't part of the scene." Ghost drags his eyes from your glistening slit to your face, gaze suffocating, smothering the very air in your lungs.

"Just a taste, love." He curls one hand under your thigh, lifting it to perch it on the edge of the desk, the other he throws over his strong shoulder. The only sound in the room is your soft moans as he expertly slides his warm tongue through your slick folds, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

By god does he eat pussy like it's his job. Peering down at him, you can't stop the sounds that spill from your mouth when his tongue visibly splits your pussy lips open, flicking at your clit, lapping up your arousal like it is honey. You take hold of his short hair, tugging at the strands as each swirl of his talented tongue pushes you closer to your peak.

His eyes cut to yours when he presses a thick finger into you, drinking in your desperate expression as you keen, begging for more, blabbering about it being so good, yet not enough, please god more.

Ghost curls his finger, only taking a second to find your sweet spot, and pushes— bursts of light flashing in your peripheral vision. You begin to rock your hips unconsciously, chasing your ecstasy, and Ghost simply flattens his tongue, letting you grind against it.

You teeter on the edge of bliss, a tightening in your stomach, right under where his finger is. Shaky exhales leave you, the leg that's on the desk visibly trembling from the tension that threatens to snap you in half.

He presses a kiss to your sodden pussy, and croons, "Gonna come f'me?" You jerkily nod.

"Yes fuck yes, I'm gonna come for you, just for you, Professor Riley pleaseee—" your blathering turns into a high-pitched squeal as he lightly sucks on your pearl, hips lifting off the desk as a blinding orgasm crashes into you, pleasure bursting through your very core, cunt pulsating with every wave of ecstasy around Ghost's finger.

He wastes no time in rising to his feet and slotting his mouth over yours, the taste of your slick strong, potent on his tongue. Ghost breaks away, his breath smelling of your desire. "Exquisite, like ambrosia. Addicting."

Ghost's hand cups your sensitive quim and whispers, "Think you can take me? Tha' orgasm took a lot outta ya."

Silly question. "I'm a big girl, Ghost. I can take it."

He licks the front of his teeth and glances down to where his hand rests. "Course you can, love. Turn around f'me."

Your movements are sluggish as you turn over onto your stomach, rising to the tip of your toes as you present yourself to him.

Ghost grabs the sides of your waist, and flips your skirt up, tucking the edge into the waistband of it. His hands palm your cheeks, thumbs digging into the meat of your ass to spread you open, completely exposed to him.

"Fuck me if tha' isn't the prettiest sight I've ever had the pleasure of seein'." He doesn't acknowledge your scoff as he spreads your hands out, placing them flat on the table— enveloping your hand with his own, intertwining his fingers with yours.

His leans over your semi-prone body, cock gently prodding at your entrance, gliding easily through your folds. "Ready?"

Arching your back, his tip slips inside, just barely. That's your answer.

You can hear the smarmy grin that spreads on his face, and wanted to snark back but you're rendered mute when he pushes in. Your eyes cross at the stretch of his cock, a feeling so sublime you know that no one will ever be able to duplicate. Your fingers tighten around his as you mewl when he bottoms out, hips flush against your arse.

Ghost sucks in a breath through his teeth when you shift your weight, and whatever you did has him sliding in deeper— turning his hiss into a guttural groan. "Fuck, you have no fuckin' idea how good you feel."

Probably not, but you have every idea how good he feels.

"You okay, love? Took me so well like you were made jus' f'me. So warm and soft, tight like a vice around my cock. Pretty pussy split wide open, stuffed full of me." He speaks unfettered filth to you, dripping over your ears like molasses, thick and syrupy. Your head feels heavy on your shoulders— dizzy, drunk on his scent, his cock that's got you tearing at the seams.

Then he begins to move, pulling out until an inch remains inside, and pushing in until he's nudging the plug of your womb, feeling a deep pinch under your navel.

This is what it's like to get fucked by Ghost. The one everyone covets after, hoping he drags down the very heavens with his bare hands and lays it at their feet. And here he is, fucking you. A newbie, a fresh face no one knows yet, a name that'll probably never grace the front page.

You doubt his motives are altruistic, but goddamn does it not matter; Not with the way he's carving a space inside of you that only he will ever fit in, or the way he's curling his free hand around your neck, thumb pressed right over your racing pulse.

He lowers himself until his strong chest is to your back, his teeth nipping the tip of your ear. "The moment I saw you gettin' fucked by Johnny, I knew I had t'have ya." Your walls clamp down on him involuntarily, wrenching a pained noise from him. "Fuckin' hell, I knew this pussy would be magical."

Ghost's lips skim over the shell of your ear before pressing a chaste kiss on it. "Lemme hear how good I make ya feel, pet. Don't hold back on me now." He grinds into your arse, going in so deep that it feels like he's trying to push past the entrance of your womb. "S'alrigh'. I'll jus' have t'pull 'em outta ya."

He releases you, placing both hands flat on the desk, on either side of your shoulders. "Take em for myself, make 'em mine." Straightening all the way, he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your waist.

"What a view. Perfection." He rolls his hips, rhythm languid, loud squelching noises coming from where he fills you. "Drippin' cream all over my cock, pet. Can't tell me this isn't 'cause of me."

How the fuck can he still talk? How is he coherent? Why isn't his brain turned into mush like yours is?

"Fuckin' ya speechless, am I? Oh, sweetheart, but I'm barely gettin' started." Ghost slowly pulls out, and curls his hand around your shoulder, nudging you to turn over. "On your back, now."

You lazily flip over, hair sticking to your sweat-slick skin, and he hooks his arms underneath your legs and drags you to the edge until your arse hangs from it. "I wanna see that pretty face when you come." He wastes no time in sheathing himself back inside your swollen channel, walls fluttering at the invasion.

Ghost hooks one leg over his shoulder to lean forward, pinning you to the desk with his upper body, and maneuvers your other to wrap around his wide waist. "That cock drunk look on your face makes my balls tighten, what a fuckin' expression you've got, christ," he growls. "Knowin' I put it there makes it all the better."

He gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and gives you a smile that is all teeth. "Now let's make you sing."

Grunting, he straightens. plants his feet firmly, stance wide, and begins to fuck you. The videos of the famed Ghost you saw are nothing, nothing, in comparison to real life. His full weight is behind every spine-jarring thrust, it makes your teeth clack, it rattles your brain inside your skull. He does it so perfectly because at no point do you feel any discomfort, not even a twinge. It's all a pleasure that blazes, an all-encompassing heat that threatens to swallow you whole, burn you from the inside out.

His cock punches the breath out of your lungs, wails clawing out of your throat, and it's so good, so fucking good— god, maybe he is god, you don't know, everything is so blurry, hazy—

All senses focus on the sudden touch between your legs, an expert thumb drawing tight circles on your slippery clit and there's no way you're going to survive this—

"There she is, the girl I saw in the video. Tha's an expression I see in myfuckin' sleep. Give me what's mine, pet. Let me feel you, cream all over my cock."

He's relentless in his pursuit of your climax, a wave of pleasure so intense, it just might drag you out to sea, drowning you.

Ghost, the fucking god of sex, stops his ministrations to spit on your pussy. Spit. From his full height, a glob of warm saliva drops to your mons, and he smears it with his fingers over your pussy lips before rubbing your clit. His thrusts slow in pace, turning into a firm snap of his hips, making sure you feel every ridge of his cock, and in less than a minute, your spine arches off the desk.

Your mouth opens into a silent scream, lids snapping shut as you break underneath him, warmth gushing from where he's continuously sinking into you, a steady, slow rhythm that never ends.

"Came all over me, didn't ya? Bet you didn't know you could even do tha'."

You didn't.

"Jus' for tha', I'm gonna give you somethin' in return, yeah? A little reward for bein' so good," he praises.

Your tongue is heavy in your mouth, swollen and thick, and unconsciousness creeps at the very edges of your mind.

All you can do is lie there and take it, his sloppy thrusts, his harsh panting until he moans, "'m close, so fuckin' close," and with whatever remnants of strength you have left, you use to squeeze him tightly— unwilling to let go because his come is yours now, you've earned it.

"Come in me, Ghost," you whimper.

That does it. He slams his hands on either side of your head and borderline roars out his release, cock twitching inside of your used cunt, filling you with his spend.

Cut.

Ghost's breathing is labored, a harsh pant that fans over your overheated skin, damp with sweat.

His brows are furrowed, his eyes squeezed shut, gulping in air and shivering in the aftershock of his climax.

To be fucked by Ghost is to see the Garden of Eden behind your eyelids.

Now you understand. You understand why he has no equal. He is unparalleled.

Jesus Christ, you're fucked. So, so fucked.

He slowly opens his eyes and peers down at you with a wolfish grin.

"Perfection."

--

A week later, your video with Ghost is the most viewed on the entire website. Not one other video even scratches the bottom of where your video sits.

Ghost truly is the king.

Curiously enough, your friend is the one who lets you know that Mr. life-altering cock himself never kisses during work. Not once in any video of his has he ever kissed, apart from a short pressing of lips to skin.

Your heart traitorously flutters at the thought of it meaning something more. Catching feelings when you get fucked for a living is not the move. But there's no stopping it from misbehaving, especially when you receive another script, to make another video with Ghost.

Another. one.

Fuck. Fuck!!

You cannot wait.

@mishaglass

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[beautysamour]

sub miguel begging to cum after edging him? or any kind of sub miguel tbh.. please please PLEASE i need it for my health 😭🙏

edging miguel o’hara and having him beg ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨

— a/n: i got a little carried away…

warnings ﾟ𐦍༘⋆: vulgar language, miguel has the time of his life, quite literally fucking him stupid, miguel likes when you make him feel stupid while he’s needy

“Please, amor, just put them back in…” Miguel lifts his hips up trying to entice you to put your skillful fingers back in his ass.

His hole clenches and unclenches as he bucks his hips and tugs against the handcuffs restraining him from reaching out to you. You raise a brow, his attempt is futile.

“Amor,” he pleads, “I was so close—“

You made an obnoxious sound as you stretch your arms, Miguel’ heartbeat drums loudly in his ears. You remain in front of him, back straight and eyes on his dick, “Having you cum would defeat the entire purpose, right hermoso?”

A throaty groan leaves his throat at the nickname. He hides his face in the bicep of his left arm and pathetically bucks his hips trying to give you an easy way to his ass.

You snicker, it was always so satisfying to watch Miguel break in the palm of your hands. People looked up to him, figuratively and literally. Some admired, and some feared. Most were just intimidated, but never you, no.

How could you when all it took to have him withering underneath you was a finger?

His entire body jerks as you circle the head of his cock, “Miguel,” you purr. He bites down on his lip, drawing blood, at the way your voice circled through his head like a sirens song—tempting and dangerous.

He gasps at the taste of his own blood.

“Wanna see you Miguel.” You draw small hearts on his tip as your other hands rubs his hole, “You’re so pretty baby, don’t hide yourself.” You press a kiss on the insides of his thighs and a feeling a pride surges through you when you hear another part of him crumble underneath your hands.

The tip of your finger easily makes it way inside of his hole, a heart wrenching moan is heard by the man who owns it.

Your panty gets stickier with each moan, and whine, and whimper your man makes.

He bucks his hips when you don’t go further than just the tip of your finger. He’s dizzy, so, so, dizzy. He’s not sure how long it’s been, he lost track after the fourth time you took your, to his demise, talented fingers out of his ass and off his dick. He wants to cry but he won’t—it’s the last thing keeping his dignity somewhat intact even though you’ve destroyed most of it.

It was the one thing he would not give you the satisfaction of having. He tries to keep that thought clear in his mind but it’s hard when you circle your tongue around his pretty, red tip.

“Y/N—“

He bucks his hips towards you as you shove your entire finger along with a second one into his ass. He loses the ability to breathe as your fingers find his prostate immediately, “Is it good?”

You smirk as the back of his head flops onto the pillows, his face exposed for you to watch.

Yes. Yes it was, it’s always good because it’s coming from you. But he couldn’t say it—your voice swirls through his head and it renders him helpless. All thoughts in his head are about you—all he sees is you, feels is you, and hears is you.

All he can say is your name, and he moans it out for you to hear.

Your heart skips a beat and it’s tempo matches the pulsing of your pussy. “That’s good to know, hermoso.”

If all his thoughts corrupting into you and his lack of breathing made him feel helpless—it was nothing compared to now.

You carefully watch his expression as he pretty cock stands up straight, the tip so beautifully red, and his hips sporadically bucking up as you abuse his prostate.

You rub, and poke, and thrust your fingers in and out of his ass—your eyes darken with lust as you watch his face, you shove your hand down your panty and start to finger yourself— fuck, Miguel knew what to do.

Miguel arches his back, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you play with his prostate. He felt stupid, he had no thoughts in his mind but you—only you and all that was coming out of his mouth was your name as his ass chased your fingers every time you nearly pulled them out.

Mierda, you were so good. So good, it feels so good, so good, so good, so good, so good. His eyes crossed as you quickened your pace and dragged him closer to the edge, his ab muscles start to contract and—fuck, just a little more, just a little—

You started to laugh. Laughed at the way his mouth hung open, at the way his eyes crossed and rolled to the back, and at the way tears welled in his eyes.

This was so fun.

And gods did he sound beautiful as he begun to wept.

Miguel couldn’t remember what he was supposed to be thinking about. Everything before this moment was gone from his mind—his own name foreign to him. It hurt, his body was burning and his dick was so painfully yearning for your touch that he might never be graced with, and he wanted to cry.

He felt a part of his soul shatter as his tears wet the pillow beneath him.

He chokes on his sobs. He tries to reach out to you as you start to pull your fingers out of his ass, but his handcuffs restrain him and more tears escape him, “No puedo más, no puedo más, no puedo más,” he cries, voice coarse.

He nearly full on sobs when all you do is hum. He looked wrecked, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and eyes unfocused as he deals with the damage of not being able to cum again.

He pants and rolls his hips as you hum a sweet tune to him, caressing him everywhere except the place he wanted you to touch.

“Yeah?”

He sobs, “M—mhm.”

His hips buck up when you wrap your hand around the base of his dick, you push his hips down with your other hand to stop him from being greedy but it doesn’t stop the twitching of his body.

He chokes on his saliva when you take his tip into your mouth, and suck. You run your tongue all over his tip, going back and forth between kitten licks and circling around it.

Every few seconds, you’d drag your teeth around his sensitive tip as your hands went to his balls—Miguel felt like he was going to pass out.

You take your hands and mouth off his dick in one sudden movement, he whimpers and sobs as you deny him of heaven once more.

He got to the edge a lot quicker than you thought he would’ve, and if you were a second too late, he would’ve came.

That sensitive, huh.

You thrust to fingers into his mouth as he opened them to complain, “Miguel,” you purr and he looks at you like a wounded puppy as he softly sucked your fingers. “Do you want to cum?”

You pretend to ignore that fact that you put him in the situation, that he desperately wanted to because of how much you played with him.

He nods, moaning your name softly around your fingers as proof.

You smile, enjoying how sweet he was being. It almost made you want to let him cum right at this moment, but he wasn’t desperate enough. You’ve successfully broken his pride, you’ve made him cry and give up all the power he could’ve had over you, but he hadn’t realized something you wanted him to know and accept.

Something that would really prove he is yours.

You move away from his body, enjoying the way his head follows you like a lost puppy, and sit down on the pillow next to his head. You spread your legs pulling your panty to one side, quietly gasping as the fresh air hits your warm, wet pussy.

You tap your pussy, “Come here.”

Miguel looks up at his handcuffed hands then back to you, his eyes stupidly asking you how he’ll be able to move. You raise a brow making him feel more stupid.

You take note of the way his dick twitches and his mouth slightly opens

He tries to use his pussy filled brain to figure out how to get up, he rolls to his side and tumbles onto his front. His eyes roll to the back of his head as the smell of your pussy reach his nose.

He lifts his ass in the air, allowing him to push himself onto his knees and he crawls. He crawls until he’s in front of you and drops himself right in front of your pussy—you grab onto his hair as his warm breath hits your pussy rendering the cold air useless.

“Good boy,” you whisper. You whimper as his mouth fully wraps around your clit—“Fuck, Miguel!”

You laugh as you moan with how good he was moving his tongue, “You’re doing so good,” you praise as you start petting his hair. Miguel chokes against your pussy but doesn’t pull away.

Your head hits the headboard as nudges his nose into your pussy. You tug on Miguel’ hair—pulling him closer—as you groan in unison with him, the vibrations making your mouth drop open.

“Ye—yeah, right there Miguel, right there—!”

He grinds the sheets hoping that he’ll be able to catch up with you— “Amor,” he mumbles into your pussy, “Can—can I—?”

“Yes,” you moan, “Yeah, you can. Good boy, my good—good boy.”

Miguel stops moving his tongue and opens his mouth a little more when you squeeze your thighs around his head, he wanted to swallow every last drip of your cum. You tug his hair and he closes his eyes as you reach your peak.

You let out a string of curses as your vision goes white, Miguel may have no coherent thoughts right now, but he definitely remembered how to fuck you.

You shakily grind against him as you finish cumming in his mouth. His tongue is stagnant and you ride it through your orgasm. The moment is almost perfect until you realize Miguel is crying against your pussy.

You immediately snap out of your pleasured daze, genuine worry taking over your lust. You tug on his hair, lifting his face away from your pussy, and you try to ignore that feeling in your stomach when you see his beautiful, fucked out face with tears running down the sides of it.

However your worry diminishes when you look past his face and see how he’s still grinding against your shared bed.

Oh.

“Miguel,” you say softly, filled with love and care, “How do you feel?”

He looks up at you,“Can’t,” he mumbles.

You tilt your head to the side, “Come here.” You reach down to his upper body area and wrap your arms around his chest like a hug. You lightly pull him towards you and he crawls his way into your lap burying his face into the side of your neck, you reach for the keys for his handcuffs and unlock them. His hands and arms immediately go around your torso as he nuzzles his head against your neck.

“What do you mean “can’t” hermoso?”

He bucks his hips showing you the obvious problem, “Can’t cum.”

Oh.

You feigned ignorance, “What do you mean?”

He cries against your neck, he was too frustrated, too on edge.

He couldn’t cum. Not without you.

“I—I can’t cum. No—not without feeling you.”

There it is. The realization.

Your silence prompted him to continue, “It’s not the same, no—nothing feels as good as you—nothing can compare. Not ever since I met you, amor. Nothing is—!”

Miguel moans against your neck as he came in your hand. He twitches, and bucks his hips as his cock pumps out loads and loads of cum over your hand and lap. You look down, not that surprised at what happened.

All it took for him to cum was a simple pump from your hand. But you couldn’t care less about the mess.

What mattered was that he was really yours.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara atsv #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara across the spider verse #miguel smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x reader #miguel x you #atsv miguel

[charliemwrites]

Part 4 of obsessed Johnny.

(Part 3 is here!)

(CW for nonconsensual ‘sort-of’ free use and edging; and again - dubious consent. Please stay safe!!)

Johnny’s favorite pastime is playing with you. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s being purposefully cruel, but no. He’s just… strangely preoccupied with your body.

He spends most nights cradling you between his legs, your back to his chest, arms wrapped around you. The two of you watch tv or movies, share popcorn - sometimes he watches you play on your Switch or reads over your shoulder.

It started out almost innocent (so to speak) in the beginning. He’s a fidgety guy, you’ve known that long before this whole mess, used to smile to yourself when you cleaned up straw wrappers and clean napkins folded into odd shapes.

So you barely notice when he starts fiddling with the hems of your sweatshirt and long shirts, picking at strings or running his thumb over knit textures. When he moved to your socks, that caught your attention but never went very far - just tugging at elastic lace or rolling/unrolling the tops along your thighs.

And then one night, as the two of you are watching the latest superhero movie, he hand creeps under your panties. You jolt the instant his fingers grazes your slit, hands twitching as you debate the dangers of redirecting him.

“Something wrong, Bonnie?” he asks against your ear, genuinely curious. “Is it too loud?”

It occurs to you that he genuinely might not realize what he’s doing - that reaching for you is just a thoughtless action like folding up bits of paper.

“Your hand is in my underwear,” you explain.

A pause. “Oh, so it is.” And to your surprise, he returns to hugging you.

It happens again though, this time you’re so preoccupied trying to beat a video game level that you almost don’t notice until his middle finger glides over your clit. You suck in a breath and die instantly.

“Damn,” he mutters. “Thought you had it that time. Gonna give it another go or you done for the night.”

Stuttering, you say you’ll give it another try, almost morbidly curious about how far he’ll go. Pretty far it turns out. He toys with your clit for 15 minutes before you clear your throat and shift, feeling unbearably wet and achy.

“Oh, shite. I did it again,” he mumbles, extracting his hand and settling it on the outside of your thigh. “No wonder you keep dying.”

The next time is during an intense tv show you’ve both gotten really into. It’s distracting from the weird reality you’ve found yourself in - but not weird enough that you can ignore Johnny tapping his finger nervously over your clit. You swear your heartbeat is starting to match that rhythm - tap, tap, tap. He doesn’t get the hint when you shift this time, eyes locked on the screen as he mutters to himself.

“No way is he secretly her brother. No fuckin’ way.”

You try to ignore it. Hope it’ll end in its own time when the tension dies down. It doesn’t. He lets the next episode load automatically, babbling to you about the crazy cliffhanger.

As it opens, his fingers travel down your slit to your entrance, find the slick there and play in it. Microthrusts against your leaking hole, just wetting his fingertip before dragging it out, up to your clit, three circles, then back down again.

It’s maddening but it’s not enough. You’re biting your lip so hard you’re surprised you don’t taste blood, thighs twitching with each jolt of pleasure coursing through you.

On and on it goes, slow and absent, maddening. Literally just playing with your pussy like a fidget toy. He’s not even fully hard against your lower back! Just the normal amount of mildly turned on that having you in his lap produces.

It’s driving you into a fucking spiral. So so sensitive, so close to the edge, but never enough. You just lay there trapped against him, dripping and desperate and determined to be quiet because you don’t know what else to do now. You can’t let yourself get off to this - but you also can’t find the words to remind him to stop.

When the episode - the finally - finally ends, he pulls his hand away, already gearing up to discuss theories for the next season with you. Instead, he’s cut off as you hiccup, near tears with being denied.

“What’s wrong, hen? I didn’t think it was that bad!” he says.

“You-you were…” you can’t get the words out, give up entirely. Time to see if he really is as devoted to pleasing you as he always swears.

You crawl out of his lap, flip onto your back, and yank him down by the hair. He makes a startled noise, eyes going huge, and then whimpers as his cheek presses into your absolutely soaked panties. Even that is a cruel but unintentional tease.

“Fix it,” you near sob.

“Of course, baby, of course,” he hurries to say, wriggling into a better position. “I’m sorry, love. So sorry. Got you all spun up, huh? Didn’t mean to. You’re just so soft and-”

You whine. “Soap, shut up and lick me!”

He moans, hips jerking hard into the mattress. “Yes, ma’am.”

#thoughts™️ #cod #my writing #fanfiction #dark fic #reader fic #obsessive johnny #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish

[forlix]

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・792 / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・felix x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲(𝘀)・fluff, established relationship, lots of kissing (again), a lil suggestive towards the end, inspired by his pictures from paris, which i am just. SOOOOOO normal about

“Careful, my love,” Felix murmurs, his huff of laughter tickling the side of your neck when he loops a wary arm around your waist. You first feel your weight lifting off the metal railing of the double-decker bus, then the taut warmth of your boyfriend’s chest as you’re pulled against it.

When you lift your eyes to look at Felix, you have to squint against the sun—or maybe it’s him that’s making it so hard to see, wisps of blonde hair framing his face like freshly spun gold, flawless features illuminated so gloriously that he looks like an exhibit in the Louvre come alive.

“What was that for?” You ask with a furrowed brow, and Felix doesn’t reply right away, suddenly captivated by your newfound proximity.

His gaze darts to your lips; the rest of him follows. You perceive a delicate finger under your chin, a deliberate angle of his head, a tensing of his hand where it slides over your hip. And then he’s kissing you, so sweetly that you’re reminded of whipped cream, his mouth melting your pout to a defenseless smile. 

“You looked like—you were gonna—drop your phone.” These words are woven between three last pecks, the first placed to your lips, the second and third to each of your cheeks. Then Felix pulls away, only far enough for you to spot the teasing smile on his face. “Or fall off the bus. Neither outcome would’ve been ideal.”

“Did I really?” You giggle. “I didn’t even notice.”

“Yes. Or, I think so. I can’t remember anymore.” The tip of his nose bumps against yours lightly, affectionately, and you think your knees would’ve given at his next words if you weren’t literally wrapped in his arms. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

As you lift a hand to trace the contours of his jaw, to bring your fingers around the curve of his nape, you’re beginning to think they had a point, dubbing Paris the City of Love. You swear that his eyes have never been browner; that his freckles have never been so numerous; that you’ve never been as utterly and hopelessly beguiled with Lee Felix as you are right here, right now.

An idea surfaces—suddenly, surely. “Let me take pictures of you.”

A surprised chuckle rises to his throat. “Why?”

“Just trust me, baby.” And he does, with everything in him.

You untangle yourself from his embrace and settle into a seat on the other side of the bus. The next minutes are spent with him adopting various poses and postures before your lens, your fingers toying with the different lighting and focus settings as you attempt to capture him within the world of your screen—ironic, considering he’s a world in himself. The only one that matters; the only one that ever will.

When you’re finally finished, Felix is already motioning for you to return to his side, not wanting you out of his reach for a second longer than you absolutely need to be. You settle in Felix’s lap once you’re close enough—your legs hanging off the side of his seat, your temple leaning against his forehead—and the way his arms circle so readily and securely around your stomach feels like a cushioned fall.

“Tell me now?” He hums, planting a soft kiss to your cheek.

You heartbeat is in your ears as you start to flip through your camera roll. The pictures are perfect. He’s perfect. The princely man in the foreground of each puts even the stunning Parisian weather to shame.

“I wanted you to see yourself the way I do,” you whisper. “And only then would you really understand the meaning of that word, in its purest and brightest form.”

Felix feels his eyes widen; his breath catch in his throat. You hear the scratch of his interrupted inhale, and you're almost nervous when you turn to meet his eyes, despite your love feeling like it’s spanned lifetimes by now. And you know by his darkened gaze and flushed cheeks that he knows just which word you’re referring to.

Then, Felix closes the distance between the two of you again, but this kiss is completely devoid of the last one’s gentleness, open-mouthed, positively scalding, and intensely loving. Your lips sting a bit where his crash; your scalp tingles where he rakes a hand through your hair; your back shivers where the vibrations of his voice travel, his words nearly growled against your mouth.

“I love you,” he breathes.

Your palm comes to rest upon his chest, and the way his every heartbeat moulds to your touch is nothing short of classical.

“I love you more, beautiful.”

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 (open): @astraystayyh @like-a-diamondinthesky @fire-08

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[sanspuppet]

👀 riding Mingi’s abs…..just saw a that photo shoot whit him in all denim, like the shirt is a denim crop and and bestie 😮‍💨😮‍💨 that would be the best funishment

MDNI ! smut

- W/T: sexual tension, abs riding, choking, fingering, squirting, sliiight degradation

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You couldn’t fucking take no more. You wanted to enjoy your date with your boyfriend that day, but you had no idea he would wear a denim crop, that did nothing but accentuate his waist, so tiny and sexy, not to mention how his abs were exposed. Mingi couldn’t have not noticed that you didn’t even looked up at him when he talked to you, your eyes seemed glued to his waist, yet he was somehow enjoying your drooling reaction. It was a long evening of you getting distracted by his hips that you needed so bad beneath you. On the other hand Mingi did nothing but secretly smirking back at you, feeling your eyes constantly down his lower body. But at the end he proposed you to spend the rest of the evening by his house, god only knows what were his purposes… well somehow you could figure them out too, and by your situation in that moment you hoped with all your heart that you weren’t wrong. In fact, you wanted to fuck him so bad, so bad that you were feeling icky about how fucking wet you were, you just wanted to take care of it by using him, or vice versa, you literally didn’t fucking care about the details. Mingi noticed it, he knew every time when you got needy but damn… you literally looked like a bitch in heat from how you were clinging to him and how you stared at him, your entire behavior screamed that you wanted to be bred badly.

When he first stepped into his house he turned around to face you, holding you by your waist as he pulled you over the living room. Mingi looked down at your short figure compared to his tall one, a smirk forming on his lips. “Will you tell me what got your attention that much, pretty?” his nose brushed yours, ready to lock you in a long kiss. You wanted him now, there was no point in teasing each other any longer, you wrapped your hand behind his neck and pulled him closer, your tongues diving into your mouths while he busied himself with unbuttoning your shirt, his movements were messy, too eager to be done properly. You did the same thing with his denim crop, throwing it somewhere on the floor. You pulled away from your sloppy kiss and placed your palm on his naked chest, his heartbeat was faster than ever. You pushed him, making him fall down on the couch, he looked up at you with hooded eyes. His tongue trailed a wet line over his lips. You both stripped down completely, never breaking eye contact.

He patted his lap, moving you to sit on him. You glanced at his huge cock twitching at his movement. You sat down on his abdomen, his erected crotch pressing against your back sent shivers of arousal down your spine. “Ride my abs baby, i’m sure you’d want to” He took your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “Say it, am i right?” You automatically started rubbing yourself against his toned pelvis, his hand quickly gripped on your waist. “Fuckin say it before doing it, little slut” You sighed frustratingly. “Fuck— please Mingi i wanna ride your abs” He pinched your cheek, his cocky behavior showing. “That’s my good girl, you can go on now.” You let out the most feral sighs and loud moans once you started moving, forwards and backwards. You felt every little hill of his abs stimulating your clit, it was impressively good, a fucking bliss. You just needed more friction but your mind was already in a blank state, you threw your head back as you moved faster, your nails dig deep into Mingi’s shoulders. He was admiring you, every single detail of you, he noticed it, and loved it. Jeez if you were such a piece of art to him in that moment. “Don’t worry princess, i’ll help you” he said when he noticed you struggling to get to the highest. He quickly wrapped a hand around your throat, gripping tightly enough, the other one moved down your core, fingering you with all of his fingertips at a fast pace. He raised your head when you kept looking down at you wet cunt. “Eyes on me pretty, you know i want you to look at me whenever you cum. Feels good huh? You such a slut, getting off to my abs”

It was then that you loosed your fucking mind, you were fucked out, your mascara was smudged all over your eyelids by your teary eyes. You whined and moaned without even realizing it. Your lips were of a cherry pink from how hard you bit on them. Your hair a complete mess. And it also was when you finally got off of your high that you noticed you squirted all over his chest. Mingi was looking at all your figure with a proud smirk, his finger caressed gently your back.

“You’re the prettiest like this”

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[karasimpno]

haikyuu men reacting to you getting followed on your way home

I had something pretty scary happen to me last night, so what better than fictional volleyball men to seek comfort in! (lmao this was actually a year and a half ago, it’s literally been sitting in my drafts that long. happy 1.5k, friends!)

featuring: iwaizumi, bokuto, daichi, sakusa

contains: mention of being followed, fear, comfort, gn!reader

Iwaizumi starts when you slam the door behind you and fall back against it, letting out a heavy exhale. He looks up from where he’s slicing vegetables for dinner with a concerned expression. “Babe?” he asks, concern lacing his voice, not used to you waiting by the door before kissing him hello. He sets down the knife and walks over to you calmly. “Are you okay?”

The lump that forms in your throat threatens to break as you purse your lips together to keep from crying. “No,” you barely manage to whisper, and before the syllable is even off your lips, one of Hajime’s strong hands is on your waist, pulling you closer. His other hand gently but firmly cups your cheek, drawing your gaze to his, all fiery intensity at seeing his love hurt like this. “What happened?” he whispers.

It comes out in a jumbled, rushed mess - “there was this guy - he was following me, I - whenever I would speed up or - he would walk faster. And I tried to get away, but he crossed the street too and - ” you don’t realize it, but you’re trembling, heart racing again at the memory. It ignites something in your boyfriend.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” Hajime growls, and you don’t doubt him for a second. Your resolve crumples at that very moment, and you fall forward into his sturdy chest, his safe, strong arms instantly wrapping around you. “I was just so scared,” you whisper, and Hajime’s thoughts turn to nothing but you, holding you tight and reassuring you: you’re safe.

~

You don’t actually realize how scared you were until you see the look on Bokuto’s face when you walk in the door. 

Big, warm, owlish eyes find yours and something inside your chest heaves, sending a shudder through your body. Your boyfriend is already whipping around the kitchen table before you reach can an arm out to steady yourself on the wall. Usually so strong and buoyant, Bokuto almost startles you with his softness as he pulls you into his embrace. Big, strong arms wrap around you and you allow yourself to collapse into the safety they provide.

“Baby...” he whispers against your forehead from where you’re nestled into his neck. A hand snakes up to tangle in your hair and press you closer against him. His fingers are strong, tense, and you can practically read his thoughts - if only I’d been there...

Bokuto bends down and scoops your legs up, which you eagerly wrap around his waist as you bury your face farther into his neck. He smells like sunscreen and cologne and you could almost cry at how comforting that exact scent is. Supporting you with one hand and using the other to rub comforting patterns up and down your back, he gently carries you back to your shared bedroom, where he holds you for the rest of the evening and lets you know - you’re safe, you’re safe.

~

“Oh my love,” Daichi murmurs, pulling you into his embrace on the couch. His thumb had been gently rubbing over your knuckles as you calmed yourself down enough to tell him what had happened on your way home, but now he can’t keep himself from holding you close. If he had lost you...

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you say firmly. You’re not sure whether you’re reassuring him or yourself, but feeling his strong arms around you is a hell of a lot better than trying to regulate your own heartbeat. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I wish I could’ve...” but he trails off. He knows right now is not about him.

Instead, he pulls you fully into his lap and tucks your head under his chin, running reassuring fingertips up and down your arm. You feel safe, like he’ll never let you go. You feel your elevated heart rate receding, and you relax into his embrace, feeling better already. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and the two of you sit in silence like that for a long time. 

At one point, after it feels like you two are essentially part of the couch, Daichi puts his hand on your head, his fingers gently scratching your scalp as a low humming begins to resonate from his chest. You always used to catch him singing under his breath when he cooked for you, and the vibrations from his sternum lull you into an even deeper sense of peace now. You forget your worries and for a moment the world is just you and him.

~

“Come here.”

The words are the first thing you hear when you finally make it back into the safety of your home. If you didn’t know the man any better, you would be sure the words were angry, even aggressive. But no, Sakusa’s voice was just urgent. You exhale shakily, feeling numb, and slip into Sakusa’s quickly-approaching arms.

You had texted him what had happened after hiding in a late-night grocery store to call a ride home instead of walking. Sakusa had demanded to come pick you up but you had insisted on just calling a car instead, because you wanted to be home as soon as possible. Now that you were here, locked in his warm embrace, you just wanted to lay down, the fearful adrenaline leaving your body in a rush.

“Can we just...” you slip out of his arms and barely have the strength to lead him to your shared bedroom and flop onto the mattress, feeling his weight dip onto the comforter alongside you. Intertwining your legs, he takes your face in his hands and rests his forehead against yours, knowing you need peace and comfort right now. His thumb brushes gently across your temples.

“Breathe,” he whispers, and you do, your chest rising and falling in time with his. “I’m right here,” he says, pulling you closer. “I’m not going anywhere, you’re safe, right here.” You don’t even notice the tears forming until they’re dripping onto his shirt, but he just holds you even tighter and grounds you with his touch.

#iwaizumi x reader #bokuto x reader #sakusa x reader #daichi x reader #sakusa fluff #iwaizumi fluff #daichi fluff #iwaizumi x gn!reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto x gn!reader #sakusa x gn!reader #daichi x gn!reader #iwaizumi hajime #bokuto koutaro #sakusa kiyoomi #sawamura daichi #elle writes

[roseychains]

Heyo, it was me who asked the puppy gojo/geto x Y/N, you can do dom if you want to, thank you! ✨💞♥️

Puppy!boy Gojo ~

a/n: okay I tried my best, hope you like it anon!

Side note, I have been posting less so I apologize. I have some major competitions all coming up in like the next few weeks and I’m entered in literally everything(like the boss bitch I am) so that combined with making time for school and friends has been weighing down my free time quite a bit. When I have the time tho I will be writing more!

Pairing: dom!gender neutral reader x sub!satoru gojo

C/w: contains both fluff sfw and nsfw, written by a minor!, edging, overstim, begging, whining, Gojo is pathetic

Sfw

Puppy!boy Gojo who is so clingy. He wants to be by your side, and holding onto you in some way shape or form. He genuinely gets whiny and upset when you try to playfully hit his hand away

Puppy!boy Gojo who loves to hug you from behind. Wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close

Puppy!boy Gojo who is such a sweetheart. He is constantly bringing you small gifts, combined with small acts of service and affection

Puppy!boy Gojo who is obsessed with your hair. Long, short, whatever. He loved to comb his hands through it

Puppy!boy Gojo who loves to sleep and lay down on on you, specifically on your chest. He likes to listen to your heartbeat to fall asleep

Puppy!boy Gojo who follows you around like a shadow, going with you where ever you go whenever he isn’t busy with other things

Puppy!boy Gojo who kisses you all the time, everywhere. But he’s particularly fond of check pecks. It’s so sweet and loving to him

Puppy!boy Gojo who may be tough on the surface, but if he thinks your mad at him he will bawl his eyes out. He gets so upset when he things he did something wrong to you, and it takes a minute to calm him down

Puppy!boy Gojo who is super hyper and loud in the morning. Since he has the time, he often makes you breakfast in bed and brings it to you as a means to wake you up

Puppy!boy Gojo who while he loves playing with your hair, the one thing he might like more is when you play with his. Rub his scalp, comb his hair with your fingers it makes him feel so good

Puppy!boy Gojo who may be energetic in the morning, hits the bed like a rock late at night. He kicks in his sleep, but he also grabs and holds, tight.

Nsfw

Puppy!boy Gojo who is so whiny. No matter how or where you touch him, he lets out the sluttiest, prettiest moans

Puppy!boy Gojo who cums so easily. The smallest touches will make him cum, if that. He can cum untouched. He has and will cum in his pants when you order him to give you head

Puppy!boy Gojo who loves to be edged and overstimulated. He loves it when you bring him close just to stop, or when you go so far he’s the one begging you to stop

Puppy!boy Gojo who is so submissive, following your every order and command without second thought. Sometimes he forced himself to go against your word, just as an excuse to punish him. He secretly loves his punishments

Puppy!boy Gojo who needs praise. He’s so sensitive and gentle, but if your going to fuck him into the mattress you have to make sure you call him pretty, and say you love him

Puppy!boy Gojo who’s cock stands straight up when you have him bound. He loves being tied up, not knowing what your next move will be

Puppy!boy Gojo who would let you put a vibrator on him and play with it in public. He’s all for taking risks, especially with you

Puppy!boy Gojo who has such a pretty, and long cock. It’s beautiful, and feels so good in your fingers when you tease him or in your mouth when you finally decide to let him cum down your throat

Puppy!boy Gojo who drinks up your cum like a starved man, he licks and sucks up all your release and doesn’t waste a single drop. Then he begs for more

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[nvoirs]

i had an idea and I was wondering if I could request you write it! <33

So the reader is a rookie agent working with Leon to save Ashley in re4, but Leon's salty about it because he prefers to work alone, but after getting to know her better and having an extreme attraction to her.. they hide out somewhere while taking shelter from an attack by salazar and they share an intimate moment? 😏

could Leon be dom and the reader is nervous and sub... but Leon's still respectful while still fucking her dumb?

ty!!!

Disclaimers: Thongs are not practical for missions but whatever! Cowgirl + missionary position, Leon dom but he's a respectful man, female reader sub, cussing, fingering, hand job, spanking, marking, biting, hickeys, creampied.

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There he goes off again, walking ahead of you yet again. If you were ambushed he probably wouldn't even bat an eye at you probably saying “you can handle it on your own.” Leon Kennedy was the epitome of an arrogant bastard, he made your blood pump angrily around your body fists clenched ready to punch him squarely in his perfect nose.

You didn’t hate Leon. it’s just that he got on your nerves sometimes, he preferred to ‘work alone’ as he put it. He was acting as if you had chosen to come along with him like some dumb puppy of a rookie. You actually did look up to Leon, copying his hand movements with his gun and shielding yourself the same way he did. He wasn’t a brilliant partner to you but he sure knew how to take care of himself.

“Leon, look! There’s the church, hunnigan mentioned.”

 He mentally rolled his eyes at you ignoring your little buzzing voice as he trudged to the church shotgun in hand with you scurrying behind his tall form.

“Hey you know Leon, you don’t have to be such a rude bitch ya know? Lighten up a little.” You looked at his stoic expression that slowly changed into a mixture of arrogance and disgust.

“Watch your mouth rookie, I’m your superior. You follow my orders and speak when I tell you to.”

 You scoffed as you tagged along, pistol in hand as you glared at him. He was so fucking handsome you couldn’t lie. His golden hair wet with rain water made him look so sexy and you were biting your lip but quickly turned away when he caught you staring.

Leon was about to open his mouth when you heard a distant cry in the distance. A bunch of axe wielding cultists came scrambling your way ready to stake you both. You both turned a corner the opposite way from the church, when Leon shockingly grabbed your arm flinging you into the side of a cabin door.

“Quick in here!”

 You thought you saw an apologetic gaze for quite literally smacking you into the door but it was gone as quickly as it was revealed. You silently followed his orders walking through the door of the small home. The air smelt musty and dust particles swarmed everything you touched, a faint smell of rotting meat lingered making you curl your lips and scrunch your nose in disgust.

“Get down!” Leon hissed. “Alright, alright.” you replied, hands surrendered in the air, getting down on your knees, your back hitting the wall below the window just as a mumbling villager swept past.

 Your heartbeat thumped in your chest, and you could hear blood rushing in your ears scared of being caught. Leon however was poking his head out just so he could see out of the window.

“Fuck, they're setting up a camp goddamnit.” His frustrated words made your mind hazy, and you swallowed the lump in your dry throat.

“Looks like we're going to be here for a while, unless I can get in contact with Luis or Hunnigan.” He smacked the radio in his palm, but all that could be heard was a faint crackling sound. Not a good sign.

“So.. what now?” You trembled, wait to go to make it obvious you were shitting yourself right now.

“Don't tell me you're a scared rookie.” He chuckled a cheshire grin etching itself upon his pinkish lips.

“I mean I might be sawn in half if they find us here, in this tight little hut with barely any ammo left so yeah Leon I am a bit scared.”

For the first time ever, Leon's face seemed to soften at your curt words. “Don't worry rookie, I'll keep you safe, I promise.” He stuck his pinkie out, and you looked at it as if he was mocking you.

“Seriously, What am I five?”

 He pouted. “No but we're never too old for pinky promises.” You laughed, slapping his pinky playfully away.

It had been around an hour since you and Leon had been stuck, waiting for the right time to bolt through that door and make your escape. That time had yet to come as the villagers looked like they weren't budging at all. You'd gotten to know Leon slightly more than you had known sixty minutes ago. He was actually a pretty cool dude, and your crush on him just intensified at all the things he spoke to you about.

You eventually both stopped speaking, sighing, your eyes drooping with sleep. You couldn't help but just close your eyes..

“Wake up!” Leon whispered to you. Your eyelids shot open, “W-what can we leave now?” Your head moved from something soft beneath you, and you realised it was Leon's thigh.

You moved swiftly, coughing to mask the embarrassment bubbling inside of you. “Sorry Leon, didn't mean to fall asleep on you.” You awkwardly laughed scratching your head before stretching.

“No we can't leave just yet, but you sleeping on me was kinda cute.”

“W-what?” Your eyes widened, like a deer stuck in headlights you didn't know what to say.

“Need me to repeat that?” He whispered into your ear, smooth like honey, warm like the sun.

“No? But thanks I guess.” His deep chuckles had butterflies fluttering violently inside of you as you swallowed.

“So cute.. do you maybe want to do something else to pass the time, rookie?”

You weren't entirely sure what he meant, but then it hit you like a truck.

Sex? Here? Out of all places!

“Leon, I'd love to but not here..”

His eyes glistened, the pupil of his eyes dilating in excitement.

“But wouldn't it be fun here baby? What other place will we have this much privacy?”

He had a point. You and him would eventually meet back up with Luis and Ashley and you wouldn't have another chance of trying this new side of Leon you hadn't seen before.

“There isn't that much privacy.” You mumbled, looking up at the window, the ragged curtains fluttering in the cool breeze.

“Enough privacy then.” His hand was clutching your thigh lightly and you hadn't even realised. You wiggled your thigh slightly, and Leon gripped tighter. He was still waiting for an answer.

“O-okay.”

 He grinned when you nodded, showing his pearly rows of teeth.

He cupped your face gently, moving in for a sweet passionate but desperate kiss. His blonde stray hairs tickling your face, as his kisses slowly got more sloppy, more needy. He bit your lip, and you whined at the sudden intrusion but you liked it. Your hands slid around the nape of his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer. At this point you were sitting on his lap, grinding down for any sort of friction.

“Aren't you just the sweetest when you make those sounds for me?” Leon gently pushed you off of him, pinning you down to the dusty, wooden floor. His hands trailing up your torso, before hovering over your chest.

You watched him, locking eye contact while the wetness grew inside your underwear. You nodded, giving him permission to undress you at your will, he started ripping off your tactical gear. It was dangerous, he knew that because the crazed villagers were only a few feet away but he couldn't help but want to see you completely naked on your knees for him.

Managing to shimmy of your pants, he squeezed his eyes shut from the view. Your underwear was so skimpy, it was barely covering you and he raised an eyebrow at the choice of underwear you'd gone with. A thong.

“What? I find them practical for missions” You pouted.

You watched his eyes darken with a brewing lust for you. Rolling you over so your tits were squished and your ass exposed he slapped a cheek. Not loud enough to alert the cultists, but loud enough that you got the message. You were driving him to the very edge, knowing what choice of clothing you had on underneath this whole time. If he had known, you would have been fucked and full of his cum long before. The stinging sensation made your pussy clench, groping the other cheek Leon left another searing slap making your eyes water.

“You okay down there?”

You nodded, “Want more please.”

He chuckled, tutting at you, “Always so eager, even at a time like this.”

Leon unclasped your bra, the straps falling down your quivering shoulders as his calloused hands ran over the skin of them. Leon pulled you up so your bra slipped from your body completely, leaving you exposed. He hummed as he dragged you onto his lap, grabbing each breast in the palm of his hand and kneading them causing you to throw your head back from the burst of pleasure.

“Oh yeah, just like that Leon.”

Your moans of encouragement spurred him on to pursuit, taking a finger before wetting it and bringing it back to your erect nipple. He rubbed his saliva around, tight little circles making you jerk up. Your pussy was leaking like crazy as you whimpered into his ear, rutting like a pup against his clad thigh. The thin of your underwear made it easier for you to grind against him, hot and sweaty you could feel yourself getting closer-

Coming to an abrupt stop because of the strong pair of hands glueing your hips into place you mewled at the loss of contact.

“No! was so close.” Tears filling your eyes.

“Aw baby, don't you want to cum on my fingers instead? don't cry shh now.” He twisted you around so you were facing him, clasping your face in his rough hands.

“Y-yes please.” Pulling your panties to the side, and with a satisfied hum Leon slipped two of his fingers into your throbbing hole.

“Oh!” You were surprised at your own noises, but maybe that's because your senior had his fingers buried deep inside of you.

“You like that?” The smug look annoyed you a bit, but you couldn't open your mouth because if you did you weren't going to form a coherent sentence for him to understand.

A low whine slipped its way from under your breath, making you slap a hand to your filthy mouth. Leon saw this, grabbing your hand that was plastered across your face and pinning it to the ground.

You were panting, the curdling feeling in your stomach increasing second by second.

 “I want to hear you, want to hear how good I'm making you feel.”  Leon mumbled inside your ear, sending straight up shivers rolling down your slumped form pressed tightly against his broad chest.

“Leon I'm gonna- I can't hold it I'm gonna be too loud-!” He already knew this with the way you were tightening your walls around his fingers like you never wanted them to leave.

 Leon hushed you and you panicked as the coil in your abdomen snapped making you scream but Leon was quicker pressing a large hand swiftly to your loud mouth.

You rode out your high by grinding against his lap, until finally you were back down to earth again.

“Baby if you're that loud with just my fingers, how are you gonna take my actual dick?”

You flushed an incredibly red colour, “You want to do that?”

His eyes glinted, “Of course I do, we've gone too far to start anew.”

The corruption was real, and Leon had you in the palm of his hand.

He dropped his pants, clutching his throbbing cock in one hand stroking it as you watched him. Your eyes fluttering hidden beneath your long lashes making Leon's cock twitch.

“Do you want to help me out angel?” His grin widened, as he watched you move from your sprawled out position on the ground.

“Yes please, I want to.” You sprung up at the opportunity, making him chuckle at your eagerness to please him. To please your senior.

You were naked completely, vulnerable to the touch and Leon watched you move your unblemished, smooth skin unmarked. He'll have to fix that later.

Holding his cock, you felt the warmth of his skin blossoming beneath your fingers. Your up and down movements made Leon grit his teeth, head leaning against the cracked wall as you rubbed him increasingly.

“Oh fuck yes, go faster.”

His command worked wonders on you, as you sped up your movements. Leon opened his eyes and took in the view right in front of him. Plump lips swollen covered in something he believed to be his own saliva, hair messily strewn on your head, and the sparkly red nail polish looked good holding him like that. He didn't really think your nail polish was professional at first but he just found it really cute now.

He was coming before he knew it. Spurts of cum covered himself, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this intimate with somebody.

“That's a lot.” Your widened eyes caught his attention and he chuckled.

“That's the way you make me feel, now why don't you clean up the mess you made?”

Your mouth was honest to god heavenly. Heavenly could really only be the one that could describe you finally on your knees gracing your presence for Leon to admire.

“Oh yeah, get that tongue working c'mon.” He was huffing and puffing by the time you were done, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“C'mere, come and ride me before we have to get going.” You gulped as you shifted your body weight over to Leon.

Slowly sinking yourself down onto him you felt his dick press against your inner side.

“Did you miss the entrance because you're still a little out of it baby?” He lifted you off of his lap, stroking your clit making you bite your tongue hard.

“You should try again, maybe you'll land a bullseye.” His glistening eyes didn’t seem blue anymore, but something darker entirely like he was enjoying embarrassing you.

You sunk down again, the burning sensation of Leon's cock filling your walls made tears prick your eyes.

“Need help moving?” He muttered softly in your ear.

“N-no I don’t” Your head lolled into the crook of his neck, smelling the sweat and dirt accumulated from the job. It was surprisingly comforting and you stayed like that till you heard Leon chuckle grabbing a fistful of your tied up hair yanking your head back not too hard but it definitely wasn’t soft either.

“You're so stubborn, just ask for help, you know?”

Grabbing a hold of your hips, he began to grind you against his cock and you made your way towards the snug spot in his chest once again.

“Mmph Leon- so big!”

“Or maybe you're just too small.”

Your bottom lips trembled at his words, a shudder passing over you as you gripped onto his shoulder practically glueing your hand to his skin. Making out the top of the ganandos heads you gasped when you saw one of their heads slowly turning to observe the surroundings.

Without thinking you pushed Leon to the ground, his damp hair tickling your face as you held your breath. He looked at you confused, but you just enveloped your lips in his to stop your high pitched moans. His cock was impossibly deep inside of you at this angle, slick dripping down your leg as you felt yourself reaching that orgasmic bliss.

“Any reason why you did that?”

“They were fuck- gonna see us.”

“Well they would have seen me fucking you stupid that’s all.” Grabbing your ass cheeks, Leon bounced you harder on his cock. You couldn’t even warn him as you cummed hard, creaming his cock trickling down your thighs.

Muscles tensing as a hard wave of overstimulation washed over your whole body, Leon had rolled you over pounding into you as hard as he could. Grunting and fallen curses leaving his blessed lips as he came hard inside of you. You're already warm insides, warmed even more by his creamy load.

“So glad I got to feel that pussy, hope you're on birth control baby.”

“What if I’m not?”

 You were, but wanted to tease him a bit, get his heart pumping.

“Well there’s no morning after pills around here, I mean I could ask the merchant but I don’t think he’d have those in stock so- Ouch!”

A sharp pain to the ribs welcomed Leon, as he clutched his now sore side baby blue eyes blinking up at you as he watched you pull your pants up grimacing.

“Hey what was that for?”

“For being a dick, superiors can still be dicks, you know.”

He huffed, crossing his arms, eyes narrowing at your appearance.

“Well if you want a mini Kennedy running around your legs for the next twenty years, be my guest but he’d be tough just like his papa.”

Leon had finished pulling his pants up, and buckling his belt before running a hand through his matte blonde strands.

“I was joking, Leon.” You clicked your tongue.

“Oh right, I knew that.”

“Sure ya did, now how am I going to wear this?” You brandished the torn underwear you held between your thumb and index finger.

“Well, that’s pretty unwearable rookie I’d go look for another pair.”

“We fucked and your still calling me rookie?” You hissed. “Where exactly do you want me to look for another pair of underwear in this shithole?”

His eyes were travelling to the stairs that led to the top of the house,you caught that following his lead.

“No way Leon! I am not wearing someone else's underwear, gross!” You scowled at the thought.

“Underwear really wasn’t covering you anyways, but hey It’d be nice to feel my cum drip down your legs, show you who took you right here.”

He placed a swift kiss on the corner of your mouth, leaving you to indulge in your new feelings for your sarky but extremely attractive superior.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil smut #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil x reader #re4 leon smut

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Speaking of smut, opinion on writing something involving handcuffs?

“I mean, that’s a little slutty, don’t you think?” the villain asked as they looked down at the handcuffs which connected them to the hero way too literally. But all the hero did was sigh and drag them through the building the heroes called their headquarters.

“That’s what you get for breaking into our facility, I suppose,” the hero answered dryly. They ignored the stares of civilians and other heroes who were — rightfully — wondering why their nemesis was cuffed to them. Right here.

“I’m listening. Attentively.” The villain pulled their wrist back which made the hero stumble back and almost crash against their chest. When they turned around, they spotted the dreamy gaze the villain offered, alongside with their playful smirk.

“Stop it or this will get a lot nastier than it has to be,” the hero warned. It was a weak threat (the villain’s smirk only widened) and the hero felt a little powerless in their own backyard for the very first time.

“Oh, I’m sure it will. You have me already cuffed to your own wrist. Can get a lot dirtier than that in my opinion.” Catching the villain had been pure luck. The hero was about to get coffee and there they were standing in the hallway with their stupid deep eyes and their dumb wavy hair and their ludicrous outfit that basically screamed “I’m here to steal.”

Without thinking, the hero had chased after them, pushed them against a wall and then cuffed them to the hero themselves. It was…stupid, considering that the villain had a lot more muscles. But it was also the only solution that had come to their mind.

Now they were standing in the hallway between the laboratories and the cafeteria, the villain tugging at the handcuffs to get the hero’s attention every now and then, pulling them towards them whenever they wanted. Like a puppet they were playing with.

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” the villain said.

“Liar.”

“Only sometimes.” They bit their lip and let their eyes fall to the hero’s mouth. “You look stressed.”

“My nemesis just broke into my workplace. Sorry for being slightly overwhelmed.”

“I’m sure I could help you relax,” the villain offered and it was oh so tempting, wasn’t it? Oh so tempting with a flirty nemesis. Oh so tempting with someone who had called the hero my darling before.

The villain tilted their head.

“Right now, you’re the source of all my problems.”

It came out a lot harsher than they wanted it to be and judging by the villain’s face, both of them hadn’t expected that.

“Okay, fine. Fuck it.” The hero didn’t even have time to frown, for the villain pushed them into a tiny storeroom and locked the door. “I want to apologise.”

“I don’t…I don’t need your apology.” Once again, it came out wrong. But this time, it was a lot weaker than what the hero intended. Truth be told, the room was small and the villain was extremely close.

“Our relationship is complicated, I know that,” the villain whispered. “But ever since you beat my ass for the first time, I wanted to push you against the next best surface and show you a good time.”

The hero let out a breathless chuckle. Their head spun. Their face burnt.

“Degradation kink?” they joked but when the villain answered with “maybe,” the hero’s heartbeat skyrocketed. They didn’t know what to do with this flirting, with this…honesty? They didn’t know what this was, what this could be. What the villain was aiming at.

“You know…” The villain dragged a finger up the hero’s thigh carefully. “Rumour has it that you have a crush on me.”

“I— what?!” An involuntary squeak escaped the hero’s throat when the villain stopped and drew circles into the hero’s thigh with a pleasurable pressure. “That’s not…that’s—”

The villain leaned in, lips brushing the shell of the hero’s ear.

“You’re not very good at hiding it. I mean, the photos the press takes of us…the way people look at us…when even the dumbest people in the city start to write stories in their silly little magazines, you have to wonder what is going on…”

Not really processing what was happening, the hero put a flat hand on the villain’s chest. They took in a deep breath, trying to gather their thoughts. It was true. But the hero thought they were good at hiding it.

Their boss hadn’t said anything and they’d barely seen any serious newspaper mentioning it. God, what a stupid conundrum. Eventually, they grabbed the villain’s shoulder when they couldn’t bear it anymore.

“…can you move your fingers, please?”

“Up or down?”

“Up,” the hero said, begged even. Their mind clouded when the villain actually did move them up. But as if they were hesitating, they stopped yet again.

“I’ll move if you uncuff us.”

“I thought you’re into this…?” the hero asked, gasping when the villain’s teasing got worse.

“I am. But I also like control. I like showing you what feels good.”

“Whatever,” the hero mumbled. They uncuffed them but, hell, the villain was quick. Once again, completely unable to act, the hero watched as the villain put the handcuffs around the hero’s wrists.

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” The villain pinned the hero’s wrists above their head with one hand and started kissing down their throat. “Such a pretty thing.”

They kept their promise but that didn’t make the villain any less cruel. Their fingers went up but their pace stayed the same, not speeding up in the slightest when the hero begged for it.

The hero was exhausted by the time they finished and the villain kissed them sloppily, whispered some praises into their hair. And even though the villain’s true intention was to distract the hero while their team organised a huge heist in the building, they took their sweet time to make it incredible for their nemesis.

#as long as you’re mine #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #suggestive

[strgrlxox]

pretty little thing.

✟ ꙳ original request here ! i've been so excited to write for college!james and this was the perfect chance 😘💋❞¸

+ ¸ ❞ this is literally just be not knowing how sports/college sports work for abt 800 words ꙳ ✟

he was so nervous beforehand, of course he tried to pretend like he wasn’t but he knew him better than that. it was the first game of the year and james, who got a scholarship for playing this very sport, felt like he was the worst on the team.

when he was still in school, playing against other teenagers, it was easier to be better than everyone else. now, he felt like all his talents were nothing short of average. 

you tried to comfort him as best as you could and it helped most of the time, but right now as you watched james pace around his dorm room, you weren’t even sure if it would work.

“james, it’ll be fine, love.” you smile at him from your spot on the edge of his bed. “you’ll do great, know you will.”

he couldn’t even process your words, his nerves eating at him. so you try a different method, standing from the bed and smoothing down your glittery skirt. you stand in front of him and he doesn’t even look your way until you grab both sides of his face and pull him towards you. lips meeting his because he could always kiss you and make you forget everything––how to stand and how to breathe. sometimes, he’d kiss you and you’d forget about all the air in the world except for what was in his lungs. he filled you with his love and got you drunk off his tender kisses. you only hoped you could provide him the same comfort. you place a hand on his chest, smiling into his mouth when you feel his heartbeat calm down. you release his mouth, still smiling at him, “you’ll do great, jamie.”

and he did. he scored at the last seconds and they won the game. you were so proud.

you had hugged and kissed him afterwards, “i told you so’s” dripping from your lips. he kissed you again, making you feel all dizzy.

he took you back to his dorm room after you promised to stay the night. he’d put you on his bed, the still-fresh adrenaline leaking from his veins––––too enraptured with you and your body to care about the aching in his bones. 

“you were so good out there, angel.” he kissed up your neck, letting his hands trail up your skirt. you laugh at the fact that he was praising you for your cheers when he was the reason the team won the game. 

“no, you were so good.” you try to hold back moans with the way his lips felt trailing on his skin panting out loud instead. “i barely blinked so that i could watch the whole thing.”

he shoots you a look, his eyebrows raised. “oh, yeah? what’d you think?” 

“took everything not to drop my pompoms and kiss you when you scored those points at the end.”

“hmm, maybe you should have just done it.” he smiles into your flesh and it’s contagious. “would’ve loved it if everyone knew that i got so lucky to be able to call the prettiest cheerleader mine.”

he looked at you with lust blown eyes and you couldn’t help but grow excited, even if you knew he was worn out already. “james, you’re probably exhausted.”

he laughed, “not yet.”

which is how you ended up with your legs on his shoulders while he pounded into you relentlessly.

“s'like this is my reward for doing so well, hm?” his tone is so condescendingly sweet. “best prize in the world.”

he told you to leave your skirt on, opting to just pull it up instead of removing it completely. his eyes are trained to the way the shimmering cloth moves as he thrusted into you…seeing you in his colors especially after he won the game did something to him.

“tell me how good i did.” he’d pant above you and you can barely fucking a reply, it’s more of a moan actually…something akin to “so good, jamie.”

“say it again.” he moaned out, the sound making you clench around him. “come on, pretty little thing. one more time, please? needa hear it.”

‘so fucking good, jamie. you did s––oh shit.” your words get caught in your throat when he thrusts into you deeper. “fuck, james you’re doing so good.”

he can’t help but chuckle at how far gone you are, loving how only he could get you like this.

“you like being my prize, don’t you?” he’s teasing and you love it. he’s fucking you out of your mind so you can’t even answer his question so instead you just moan louder while he fucks with every once of his remaining energy.

“god, i love you. my little cheerleader.”

#ꗃ%jamieˑ༄ #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter x you #james potter smut #james potter blurb #james potter fluff #college!james #ꗃ%jos library⤷✰

[seasonsbloom]

all in. (hangman)

pairing ; jake seresin x female!reader

synopsis ; you make jake's dreams come true. aka the face sitting fic

wc ; 2.7k

warnings ; 18+ only, minors do NOT interact; literally just filth; established relationship; face sitting; like one mention of choking; dirty talk; tiny bit of spanking; some power dynamics but nothing crazy; oral (f!receiving); one mention of public sex

note ; a lot of people wanted this pls don't blame me. technically part of the bad habit universe but can 100% be read separately!

title from lovesick by banks.

Jake looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm.

“Or maybe, like… not,” you backtrack immediately, feeling the blood rushing into your cheeks. “Forget I said anything. It doesn’t matter, it’s fine, never mind….”

“Sweetheart,” Jake says, enunciating very clearly, from where he’s still spread out on the bed, propped up on his elbows. “What the fuck?”

You can’t look at him. With his tousled hair and the bare skin of his chest, with his eyes still a little bleary from his nap and the pillow indents on his face. He’s so fucking hot, and it drives you crazy, clicks your brain off temporarily. That’s how you got here in the first place.

“Forget about it,” you mumble and go back to stuffing t-shirts into a drawer. The air still smells like laundry detergent.

“Say it again.”

Jake has this thing he sometimes does. When his voice goes just a little stern, a little tense, the tone clipped with a mixture of authority and anticipation that leaves no room for argument.

Immediately, your knees go weak, and before whatever part of your brain is responsible for logic can talk you out of it, you’re saying, “I want to try sitting on your face.”

And that’s a lot for a Tuesday afternoon.

In the few months you’ve been with Jake, you thought most of your inhibitions were swept away in the waves of filth he seems to spew like he gets paid for it. You’ve fucked all over his apartment - in the kitchen and the living room and the shower - and you even had a pretty memorable moment in a bathroom at the Hard Deck that ended with your soaked panties stuffed into his service khakis.

Now you find that, apparently, there’s still some shame left in you.

You can’t look at him, so you stare down at the paisley print of the bed sheets. The weight of his gaze crawls across your skin.

“You want to sit on my face?” Jake repeats, his voice simmering with a low heat that travels straight from your ears down your spine.

“Only if…” You bite your lower lip, shrug, feel your heartbeat kick up a notch and then another. “Only if you want to.”

Jake laughs, and the sound startles you. You glance up at him, his tanned body awash in the dimming afternoon light, the sheets folded like mountainsides around him.

“Honey,” he says, “I think I told you to sit on my face the first time I ever fucked you. Fuck do I want this.”

It always makes you giddy to hear he’s just as hungry for you as you are for him. It’s all the time too, in the morning, in the evening, at dinners with your friends and his hand way too high up on your thigh. Incredible that either one manages to get any work done in between Jake railing you to the brink of consciousness.

“Come here,” he says and stretches his arms out to you.

You go immediately, always so easy for it. The mattress dips beneath your weight, the sheets crinkle where your knees dig into the fabric, and then his mouth is on yours, his fingers tangled in your hair, his tongue slips between your teeth. It’s the warmth of familiarity, of knowing what it is that makes him tick the same way he does, and it lights a spark inside of you.

Jake fucks his tongue into your mouth a few times, sloppy and filthy from the beginning. There’s no use for pretending, for coyness, for pleasantries, not after so much time together. You know who he is. 

His thumb drags down the front of your throat, and he presses down just once, the barest hint of pressure. Against his mouth, your breath hitches. It’s a promise of something else he’ll show you, something else he’ll offer, and you’ll deny first, scared and curious in equal measures, and then you’ll come back in a few months and ask for it. And he’ll give it to you. It’s the way it always goes with the two of you. A familiar dance.

“Look so hot,” Jake whispers into your mouth, tugging at the edge of your shirt. His shirt, really, old and worn and holes littering near the collar. “Had me staring at this little ass every time you bent over.”

An open palm lands on your asscheek. It’s not forceful enough to hurt, but the sound of skin on skin claps through the air regardless and you yelp, jerk forward.

“Hey!” you call, pushing away from him, but Jake just laughs and pulls you in again, pulls you over him, arranges you so your legs fall open around his hips, so he can drag you down towards where he’s half-hard in his boxers. 

Then he’s grinning up at you, hair still a mess, eyes still lidded with lassitude, but something else sparkling behind them too. He keeps his hands high up on your legs, cupping the backs of your thighs, thumbs digging into the skin.

“You did it on purpose?” he asks, his pointer finger traveling up and in, inching slowly, ever so slowly, towards where you know slick is beginning to gather. “Not wearing any panties so I can get a good look at your pretty pussy?”

You’re shaking your head in protest, but the effect is diminished when the hand around your thigh tightens and you moan.

“No,” you gasp, and it’s pathetic considering you’re rocking down against him, voice breaking when your clit catches against his dick, settles on the fabric of his boxers, “couldn’t… dryer’s not through yet.”

He grins, and you can’t describe that expression as anything but devious. “So you decided to walk through the house without panties, huh?”

You shrug even though you’re already teetering on top of him, stomach clenching rhythmically. “It’s just you,” you say.

Jake hums, using the leverage on your legs to pull you more forcefully against him, your center moving over his length. Voice a tad breathless, he says, “And I get to see your pussy any time I want, huh? You gonna let me get a good look soon as I ask, won’t you, sweetheart?”

Embarrassment curls low in your chest, but you barely notice it. Not with the shivers racking up and down your back at his words, not with the heat he pours into your veins. He knows the answer, of course, as do you, but hearing him say it is exhilarating every time. Because you’re Jake’s, just as he’s yours.

“Yeah,” you breathe softly. “Anytime.”

Jake’s grin grows. “Good girl,” he says, then he taps the side of your thigh. “Now get up here and sit on my face.”

The nerves get the better of you somewhere over his chest, and you hover, hesitance roaring its ugly head. What if I crush him? that’s all you can think, and you bite your lower lip, sink your fingernails into the top of your thighs.

Jake raises an eyebrow. “I thought I told you to get up here, didn’t I?”

You swallow around the lump in your throat, shrug, say, “I don’t… maybe this is a bad idea.”

Without looking at him, you make a move to climb off, but Jake’s quicker. He catches you by the wrists, lets his fingers slide down over the plane of your palms and tangles them with your own. Pulls your arms down into the sheets on either side of his head.

“Do you really not wanna do this,” he asks, “or are you just getting cold feet? Cause one we can work around, the other we can’t.”

You glance at your interlocked hands, his skin against yours, and shrug again.

“Not an answer, honey,” Jake reprimands gently but firmly.

The longer you’re with him, the more you understand that Jake isn’t really someone you can lie to. He’s painfully perceptive, at least when it comes to you. Like he’s attuned to your every minuscule expression, every dip or rise in your voice.

You sigh and nod. “I’m nervous,” you admit.

“Nervous about what?”

“I don’t know….” You blink into the sunlight streaming in from the window just to avoid his eyes. “Maybe you won’t like it.”

Jake scoffs. “Honey, I think about eating your pussy up in the air so often it’s a wonder I haven’t gotten discharged for dishonorable conduct yet.”

It punches a laugh out of you. He’s ridiculous.

And then the apprehension trickles back in, sudden and dousing.

“What if like… I choke you or something?”

Jake rolls his eyes at the same time he squeezes your hands. He says, “If I drown in a pussy as pretty as yours, I think I’ll get a medal. I mean, what a way to go.”

You untangle one hand to swat at his chest, but Jake just laughs. With you on his chest, he can’t possibly reach your lips, so he turns his face to the side and presses a tender kiss to the top of your thigh that has your stomach seizing.

“Don’t worry, honey,” he mumbles into your skin. “You won’t choke me, okay?”

The fear hasn’t completely dissipated, but Jake seems so eager, so confident, that it reassures you at least somewhat. “Alright,” you agree slowly.

“Thank god. Now would you please finally sit on my face?”

He doesn’t really wait for you to comply, just gets his second hand out of your grip, too, both of them finding the tops of your thighs again, and tugs you the last few inches up unceremoniously. Your clit bumps against his nose, your knees dip the mattress by his ears, and you yelp, you gasp, you whimper.

Below you, Jake hums, and you feel it against your pussy, feel the warm exhale of his breath, feel your whole body clench in answer.

"Taste so fucking sweet," he moans.

Jake wastes no time, diving in straight away. He plants a single kiss on your clit, then lathers his tongue all around it, spreads his fingers wide and firm on your hips, and pulls you more securely against his mouth. Like he really wants to make good on that prospect of drowning in you.

It’s a weird position, balanced on top of his face as you are. There isn’t really anywhere to go except down, down against his mouth and his tongue and his chin and his lips. Gravity makes damn sure of that, drags your weight to him, onto him, into him. You feel strangely tall, towering over him as you are with Jake pressed flat to the mattress.

Then he thrusts his tongue into you without preamble, and a strangled shout rips from the back of your throat. You teeter precariously, hands coming forward to brace yourself against the headboard with a resounding thud. Your head spins like one of those wheels of fortune at a fair, round and round in rapid circles.

Jake fucks his tongue in and out steadily, presses his nose into your clit, and you swear you’ve never been this wet before. With the position, it just seems to pour out of you, streams of it, and then you think of his face smeared in you, the evidence of what he’s doing to you staining his chin and his neck and his cheeks, and your eyes roll backward in your head.

“Been dreaming of this,” Jake whispers as he draws back just a little, his voice rough. Another kiss to your clit, almost tender if it didn’t send currents of electricity through you that sizzles somewhere in your fingertips. “You on top of me, my face in your sweet little cunt… god, sweetheart, you don’t know how fucking hard this gets me.”

Part of you wants to turn around, reach over your shoulder and find out, but Jake’s mouth latches back onto your pussy, wide open and wet and hungry, and it’s all you can do to whimper, to grab onto the headboard for dear life. White-knuckling the wood.

His fingers tighten on your hip to the point of pain, and it takes you a moment to realize what it is he wants. Then it’s nothing but obedience, logic having no part of it. Instincts only, your whole being reduced to nothing but bare, primal basics with Jake’s tongue shoved into your pussy.

You start moving your hips slowly, carefully, still scared you might hurt him somehow. Still scared he won’t like it.

But Jake’s answer is enthusiastic, to say the least: Fingers clutching even harder, tongue fucking deeper, a moan that vibrates all the way up to your chest.

Tossing your head back, mouth opening around the shape of a keen you don’t let out, you press your eyes closed and let the heat wash over you. Swallow you. Burn away any last traces of propriety or apprehension or thought.

It’s just this now: Jake’s mouth on you, Jake’s fingers on you, Jake curling around you and beneath you and inside you. Jake everywhere. Even the bedsheets smell like him, the shirt you’re wearing, your hair from using his shampoo in the shower earlier - cinnamon and spice.

Every time you rock your hips forward, it knocks your clit against the tip of his nose and has your stomach clenching. Every time you rock back, Jake’s tongue is already there to meet you, the wide wet stretch of the muscle spearing you open.

You’re pretty sure you’re close to tears, lower lip swollen from the sting of your teeth. You can’t even stay upright, slump against the cushion of your folded arms against the headboard.

Jake’s fingers leave your hips once he’s sure you’ll maintain the motion that has you riding his face the way you ride his cock, trail down to sink into your ass instead. To knead it, to spread, to tug you forward with more force, to help you along, or maybe to take you apart completely.

With Jake, you can never be sure if it’s his kindness or his sadist streak that is at the wheel.

You can feel it building, feel it gathering in the pit of your stomach. Tension tightens every muscle now, everything locking up, your toes curling and mushing into the sheets, your mouth open and leaking drool onto your own forearm.

“Jake,” you whimper, press your eyes closed tighter until stars reel across your vision, fuck yourself forward and sob at the open pressure of his mouth, “Jake, I’m gonna… Please, please, I….”

You don’t even know what it is you’re asking for. You just can’t take it anymore, you can’t, it’s going to take you apart, it’s going to crack you open, it’s going to bowl you over, it’s going to…

You think Jake is saying something, but it’s muffled by your cunt in his mouth, by the blood rushing in your ears, by the roaring, screaming, deafening jackhammer of your own heart. It sends even more tremors through you, your thighs shaking, trembling, and then his fingers tighten in the flesh of your ass, his tongue drags a long, long, long stretch from your hole to your clit, and then he wraps his lips around the swollen bud and sucks, and you’re falling.

The tension drains out of you all at once, a lighting of relief, and you’re sobbing, you’re babbling, you’re chanting his name as the pleasure washes over you. As you fall apart in the best of ways, with your nerve-endings on fire and your body numb and not a single fucking thought in your brain, nothing but good good good so fucking good.

You’ve got nothing left, melt into a puddle right on top of him, go sliding off his face on a wave of spit and cum and drained energy. Jake is whispering something in your ear, gathering you against his chest and peppering kisses to the top of your head. His face is wet with you, sticks to your hair.

You can’t help it. It makes you grin.

“See?” Jake whispers, nudging his nose against your cheekbone. That’s damp too. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

The answering grunt you give makes Jake laugh.

“God,” he says, and when you glance at him through the curtain of your lashes, too tired to open your eyes all the way, he’s the picture of debauchery: cheeks flushed, hair a mess, chest rising and falling rapidly, lips swollen, face wet and glistening with your cum. Where you’re soaking into the fabric of his boxers, your cunt clenches just once, makes you hiss softly. “That was so worth the wait.”

You can’t help it. You agree.

#hangman fic #hangman x reader #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #hangman #mine #drabble #hangman drabble #f:bhdrabbles #hangman smut #top gun smut

[sweetracha]

Hihi!🩷<3

I've never sent an ask before and I'm a little nervous but you seem super nice and sweet!

I was wondering if you could do mommy!Jisung fic or HCs or literally anything you want, ive been reading your Felix and Minho ones and ohemgeeeeee I love it so so so much! Please don't feel pressured to do this you can totes ignore it if you want, thank youuuu😘🫶 mwah

Do I sign off with something, idk- byeee

Mommy! Han Headcannon

Warning: Mommy Dom Han, ANGST, Description of Panic Attacks (Based on my personal experience with them, they manifest differently for everyone), Little note of punishment, mostly fluffy with a hint of smut.

The mommy thing came as a complete surprise to both of you

It wasn't planned, it was discussed, it wasn't even noticed at first

While most things like these are born out of excitement and fun

This one instead came out during a terrible situation

The kitchen floor you sunk down on was cold and bit at your exposed thighs, sleep shorts did nothing to protect you.

Your shirt felt too tight like a snake slowly constricting around your throat

Your heartbeat screamed in your ears and lurched in your chest

Breathing was nauseating

The room was expanding and shrinking all at once

The bubble around you was shrinking

shrinking

shrinking

but it wouldn't pop

You poked it, hit it, screamed at it, did everything you could

it wouldn't fucking pop

You closed in on yourself, seeing the ledge and knowing you were going off

your nails sunk into your flesh as you held on for dear life

"Baby? FUCK! baby, why are you on the floor"

Han came home a bit later from the studio, fully expecting to find you waking up from your afternoon nap

When he turned the corner to set down his things there you were. White as a ghost and shaking.

Immediately he pried your hand from your arms and held them in his.

He kneeled down and hissed from the freezing tile.

"Baby, shhhh. I need you to listen. Can you hear me? It's just panic sweetheart, nothing is coming for you."

"Bubble, closing, fast"

"No, it isn't. Look I'm in the bubble, see. If I was able to get inside the bubble then the bubble isn't closing, it's getting bigger. I'm here, baby I'm here." A gentle hand cupped your face, slowly bringing your eyes to his.

Glassy eyes looked back

"Mommy is here?"

He didn't even question it, if this is what you needed then this is what he would give you

"Yes baby, mommy is here. come to mommy"

You had no memory of what happened that night and Han was afraid to approach the subject

It was a secret he kept, eating him alive

Every time he looked at you he wanted to blurt it out

All Han ever wanted to do was to be your safety, clearly Mommy was that comfort you needed

He picked at his hand and rubbed his legs raw while watching a movie one night

You could tell from his fidgeting something was wrong, his anxiety was building.

"Hannie, What's wrong baby?"

"NOTHING!. sorry nothing is wrong"

"Han...What is it"

"I can't tell you!"

"You can tell me anything, you know that. Jesus you just watched me have a full-blown panic attack last week! Speak to me"

"I need it"

"Need what"

"Mommy."

"Y-You want to call me mommy? Han that's not a bad thing-"

"No...I need to be yours, please" His eyes are now made of the same glass as yours.

Slowly Mommy Han came in and out of your lives

It was clear Mommy was saved for those special nights

Those nights when you needed a bit more love

Where he needed a bit more reassurance

Where you both needed a bit more comfort

Sex with Mommy was soft and sweet

Slow and loving

Praising with no underlying degradation

He would kiss every inch of your skin light as a feather, not to overstimulate you

Cumming wasn't always something that happened either

No, Mommy Han just needed to be there with you and to love you

This didn't mean Mommy Han went without disciplining you

But whereas others would spank, overstim, or deny

He simply scolded you. A bit of humiliation mixed in.

"So worried Mommy wasn't thinking about you that you had to go and send me that little picture hmm? I bet it eased your mind, putting your sexy body in mommy's mind but an act like that can't go unpunished can it? Now Mommy is going to call Chan and Changbin back to finish the meeting you so rudely interrupted. You my dear are going to sit on my cock like the good little thing I know you are and be quiet. Got it?"

While the meeting was long and punishing to you, Han made sure to stay as still as possible.

Han would tease, but Mommy would never.

Soon you wake up to Han slowly thrusting into you, a blank screen indicating the meeting had ended.

"Shhh pretty baby, go back to sleep. Mommy has you. Uh Uh, Mommy knows you'll be good for him and go right back to sleep, right baby? Shhhh just like that. Goodnight baby, Mommy loves you"

That last part didn't need to be said

You never doubted Mommy's love for you

Every time Han made sure you knew

Just how much Mommy adored you

The Sweetest Batch: @goblinracha @kaciidubs @channieandhisgoonsquad @comet-falls @ddyskz @jiminskies @j-onedrabbles @lixiesweetbrownie @marrivmel @caitlyn98s

#stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #han jisung x reader #mommy!Han

[killedpink]

[03:32]

thinking about han jisung late at night is dangerous for my wellbeing. oh well. this isn't even proofread lmao

🏷 contains: sub reader x dom jisung, chocking if u look closely, unestablished relationship, power imbalance, size kink, hair pulling, marking, mutual pining, oral sex, penetrative sex, lowkey hand kink idk if you can tell, jisung’s kinda mean but that's ok, slight praise, slight spit kink, a sprinkle of spanking

it wasn't uncommon to find yourself in a literal wrestling match with jisung — he was playful and volatile, and it was unlike him to back down from anything. it was, however, uncommon to find him taking it a bit too far.

he had you underneath him, his arms either side of you. after many, many experiences like this you had learned you didn't have long if you stayed in this position: you'd lose. allowing your body to take over for your mind, your knee jabbed him in the side and you sat up onto your legs once you saw him dart out of your way to avoid more impact. you didn't think you had hurt him terribly bad.

"you little — fucker!" he hissed, groaning in pain as his hands clutched his side. your brows knitted together in confusion. you've been harder with him before, surely that didn't hurt? "jisung? i'm so sorry, fuck, i didn't think i—" you were cut off from the air leaving your lungs from the impact. your heartbeat was frantic in your chest, the ringing ever so prominent in your ears.

"don't worry, you didn't hurt. you're just getting too cocky," jisung cooed, his voice a dizzying contradiction from his physical strength. the position he had you in was enough to make any sane person blush, let alone someone like you; who had been so desperate for that man that you dreamt of having him often. he was hovering over you, straddling your hips and his hair brushing against what little forehead was exposed, lips barely touching your ear, giving you goosebumps you prayed he wouldn't detect. your cheek was firmly pressed against the bedding, your head turned to the side and yet simultaneously buried into the sheets. and the cherry on top was where his hands were placed.

one, just above your head, bracing your skull against the headboard in case he slammed you a bit too passionately. and the second, on your neck, using just enough force to keep your head down and make you dizzy and compliant. you knew better than to try fighting when it was clearly game over. he wouldn't be as forgiving if you pushed his victory like that.

"holy shit. are you into this?" jisung's tone was raspy, one of the rare times where he was quieter. was he in disbelief? you didn't realise you were rubbing your thighs together until jisung separated them with his knee and you suddenly felt empty and impossibly desperate. "is it such a bad thing if i am?" you challenged, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks in embarrassment. jisung tutted in response, "now who said anything like that, hm?" his lips brushed against your jaw as he spoke, leaving a gentle kiss to your skin as he affectionately squeezed you a little harder. it was hard to get a gasp through your throat but you managed it, screwing your eyes shut tight as your vision became fuzzy.

it was a miracle he let you go, leaning back onto his knees similarly to how you did earlier. but jisung was always like that: unreadable. even if you knew essentially everything there was to know about him and his habits, he’d still surprise you by acting completely different. he always kept you guessing and it was addicting. jisung was the only man to leave you so.. mindless. his honeyed brown eyes raked over your figure, drinking in the state he left you in happily.

his fingertips brushed against your skin, dancing along the wells of your collarbones, against the blushing marks of your neck, fingering the distressed collar of your t-shirt that sagged on your body (likely from where he pulled you by the scruff of your neck earlier), paying special attention to your wetted, kissable lips. the pad of his thumb stroked your lips, and without even thinking about it, you found your lips parting and your tongue brushing against his finger. he was so soft, it was infuriating.

jisung hummed in satisfaction, urging you to take him all in, the rest of his fingers cupping the underside of your chin. he watched you intently, through his dark gaze and through his blown-out pupils. you found your own hands grabbing onto the shirt that clung to his delectable figure. he always did look good in black.

you whined in protest when he pulled himself from your warm mouth. rolling his eyes, he held your arm gently in place, grounding you to the current moment. his thumb still rested atop your tongue, slowly retreating it back into his lap. you felt him kiss your wet tongue, and you also felt him deposit a morsel of spit onto your mouth. you moaned, hips chasing any friction it could craft in desperation. "swallow it," he encouraged, using the back of his fingers to affectionately brush the swell of your cheek, cooing and kissing you once he saw your throat bob to consume his spit. you peered up at him with a half-lidded gaze, “do you want me?” jisung asked, the vibrations in his chest from his purring voice made you so, so giddy. you nodded before even fully processing what he was asking of you, but once you grasped it you couldn’t shut up. “yes, jisung. i want — no, i need you — so fucking bad. i have for so long. please, please let me have you. take me, jisung. please, i can’t take it anymore,” your pleading eyes told him all he needed to hear. “sh, i’ve got you. let me take care of you, okay?” jisung cooed, stroking the top of your head and tucking the hair behind your ears. he held your cheeks in the palms of his hands, taking up your entire face as he did so, and pressed his lips to yours gingerly. he was so inviting, so intoxicating it was unreal.

he buried his head in the nape of your neck, nuzzling into you and pressing his cool nose into your burning skin. "you can do whatever you want to me, jisung." you mumbled into his hair, your nails raking up and down his exposed bicep as you felt him smirk against your skin. he planted kisses against your pulse, lingering on your skin like static. his kisses were unfathomably hot, and demanding, like a declaration of his neediness for you. his fingers creeped down your body and landed at your waist, thumbing the waistband of your shorts that clung to your figure. jisung's lips connected to yours once more, his tongue swiping at your mouth teasingly. "lift your hips for me, angel, yeah just like that," he mumbled against your lips in a low whisper. jisung practically ripped the clothes off of your lower half, flinging it behind his shoulder as if they were useless. in that moment neither of you could bring yourselves to give a fuck.

jisung groaned at the sight of your cunt, all puffy and sickly sweet with your arousal leaking out of you. his swollen lips parted in awe, eyes wide as he drank up the sight of you before him. you felt your heart rate speed up intensely, taking you a great deal of self-control not to beg for him to touch you, fuck you or do something sinful to you. as if he read your mind, jisung brushed his fingers against your slicked sex, easily slipping between your folds as if he's done it before. your hips quivered and your thighs twitched once jisung's fingers found purchase in massaging your clit, stroking the bud of your sex intently, observing every jerk and flutter your body made in reaction.

he manoeuvred himself to lay in between your legs, both hands holding the flesh of your ass and thighs while his thumbs pressed on both sides of your slit, spreading you wide for him to ogle at. using the flat of his tongue, jisung marked his path from your entrance to your clit, smearing your slick and his drool all over you. your hole clenched in response, your hips bucking into his face and your back arching off of the mattress. the room was spinning around you, screwing your eyes shut in an attempt to contain yourself. jisung hummed in content, "you like that?" he muttered into your cunt, ever the fast learner. "yes, sungie. so good," you answered, albeit slurred and strained as your throat was preoccupied in containing your whines. your hands flung themselves into his hair, fingers tangling and clinging onto his hair like you were telling a story.

feeling han jisung chuckle from between your legs was truly a moment you find hard to forget about, the low vibrations resembling heaven as his laughter blessed your ears. "i'm sungie, now?" he mused, pressing a fleeting kiss to your dripping sex. "do you — ah fuck — want me to call you something else?" you proposed, hissing in agonising pleasure as jisung, like the menace he was, continued his assault on your slit. he shook his head back and forth, coincidentally with his lips wrapped around your clit and his cheeks hollowed out as he sucked on the sensitive, needy bud. he broke apart with a satisfying 'pop', "no! sungie is perfect. so, so perfect." he answered, between desperate gasps for air, with a tooth-rotting smile on his face, his cheeks bunching up and his pearly white bunny teeth poking through. they hollowed once more for a brief moment, before his lips parted and you saw the spit slowly drip from his tongue directly onto your clit, hitting it's mark perfectly, feeling it slowly trail down your sex. oh, how he melted you.

with no reason left to chat, jisung got back to work on your sex, slurping up your slick and kneading his mouth all around your cunt. momentarily he'd glance up to gauge your reaction when he did something new, to see how you liked it, and of course, you couldn't help but look back at him, taking the sight below you in. the bottom half of his face obscured, his dark hair falling over his forehead and ruffled from your activities, and most of all, the wild things you could barely make sense of laying hungrily in the darkness of his eyes. he made your entire body, mind and soul crave only his touch; his voice and his scent.

you maintained the grip onto his hair, pressing your palms into him so he'd be urged to look away from his handiwork and onto you. "is everything alright?" he cooed, eyes never leaving yours. although, your gaze was all over him, taking in the sight of the wetness that coated his lips generously, as well as his chin, and you paid special attention to the way his chest heaved up and down, greedily drinking air into his lungs. his hair was disheveled, messy tufts of blackish hair stuck up everywhere and almost completely obscured his vision, leaving two eyes to catch the light through his hair ominously. he could never scare you, though. never in his wildest dreams would you fear him.

"jisung," you started, anxiety slowly seeping into you, "i.. want you." your cheeks were burning red, hot against the rest of your face. "you have me." he seemed puzzled, almost. was he that humble? frustration quickly replaced anxiety, "no — i want you.." emphasising the word 'want' seemed to do the trick, as jisung realised you were asking for him to fuck you, more or less. his eyes widened. "oh! are.. are you sure?" he asked, voice soft and tender. you nodded, rolling your eyes, "han jisung, please fuck me." you uttered.

"fuck, that was hot. y'don't have to ask me that twice." he teased, holding your gaze for a brief moment before looking down at his jeans, allowing you to help him unbuckle his belt, even if all you did was tug on the loops desperately. you palmed his clothed erection as soon as you saw it, your hands flinging to him greedily; and you couldn't hold enough of him in them. you always clawed for more, your hands always wandered around in search of him. jisung discarded of his jeans swiftly, allowing them to pool on the floor somewhere in which neither of you cared about. as he leaned back you leaned forward, following him like a magnet. your hands rested atop his thighs, "can i?" you looked him in the eyes and lead your gaze to his clothed cock, sitting heavy in his boxers. jisung smirked in turn, "try me." he shrugged nonchalantly, with an amused look on his face that you wanted to wipe off so, so desperately.

holding his waistband in one hand, you tugged it up to pull the cloth flush against him, your eyes making out a darker patch on the material where the precum must have stained it. you parted your lips and let your tongue come out, barely covering your lower lip, and rolled it along where you assumed his cock head would be. jisung's head lolled back onto his shoulders, his thighs quivering and his ab muscles contracting while he let out such a melodic groan that you wished your mouth was on his so you could devour his pretty noises.

at first, it was unpleasant on your tongue, but the wetter the spot grew, the more of jisung you could taste and the stickier the material became. he started to buck his hips into your mouth, but when you recoiled and let him chase you, he had enough of your games. tipping his weight forward wasn't hard, and neither was trapping you in his arms. "what are you doing?" your tone was curious, slow and experimental. "what i want." jisung hissed in reply, turning you around so your back was facing his chest. "ass up, beautiful," he commanded, so casually it genuinely bewildered you. he urged you to obey with a few teasing raps to the flesh of your ass, fingers snaking under your pelvis in order to begin lifting you up. it didn't take you long to follow up on his request, arching your back and readjusting your knees and thighs. the palm of jisung's hand rounded out on the globe of your ass, stroking you affectionately, "attagirl." he rasped, letting the praise roll off of his tongue so deliciously your cunt involuntarily clenched, your stomach quivering in unison.

nothing could have ever prepared you for the first, initial feeling of han jisung's hard, thick cock merely pressing against your wet cunt. it was electrifying and literally sparked chills up your spine. you buried your head into the pillows sitting below you, keening into his touch like a starved whore. his hands grasped onto the start of your hips, just before where they start to swell, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your skin to calm you. spoiler: it didn’t do much, instead only riling you up further. you felt his head softly sawing up and down your slit, often catching on your clit, causing him to press his hips into your ass just to keep rubbing your clit in the way that got you to whine so carelessly for him.

when he finally pushed his tip into your entrance you saw stars. you wiggled your hips to entice him to fuck further into you, now suddenly, and painfully aware of every inch of your sex that has yet to be claimed by jisung. it made you feel deliriously aroused when you felt jisung slowly slide into your dripping hole, to the point you felt dizzy. meanwhile, jisung watched your cunt swallow every inch of his cock that he fed you, watching himself disappear inside of you made his heart — and cock — swell; he had actually groaned at the sight, let alone the feeling. "you're taking me so well," he muttered, with a dopey, sex-crazed grin on his gorgeous face.

it was a miracle jisung composed himself, finding a rhythm that pleased both of you proved to be so easy, the both of you simply happy to finally have the gumption to fuck, after a handful of years going back and forth with flirting and the odd passionate kiss that was too scary to bring up again, instead finding it easier to only think of it when you were both lonely late at night.

feeling jisung split you open was an entirely different feeling, his head leaking precum and sliding into you with ease, the girth of his shaft knocking the air out of you and the filthy words falling from his filthier mouth made you helplessly mindless. his thrusts were spirited and energetic, always managing to sting each time his hips and pelvis connected with your skin, and with the way he was bullying his cock into you it was bound to leave you bruised and giddy after. he was so big, not just his cock, but all over, from his biceps to his hands to his thighs — he was huge. one hand found its own way into your hair, petting you and stroking the wisps out of your face, all the while he muttered how well you were doing for him, and how heavenly your insides felt. your own hips met his, with each thrust jisung grew meaner, hornier and sharper. with the hand in your hair he grabbed a fistful, fingers harsh and tight against your soft hair, skilfully using it to drag your head up into the air, until his wrist bumped against your back, making you face the ceiling.

it stung, it stung so bad your body clenched around jisung so tight his hips stuttered into you briefly. he leaned over you until his nose brushed against the curve of your neck and his lips the juncture where your neck met your shoulder and bit down rather harshly, tearing a full-bodied moan from deep within you. your chest heaved for air and with this new position, jisung repeatedly slammed into the spongey bit that lay buried inside of you with ease. he undid you so easily, whispering praises into your bruised skin and gingerly kissing your neck as if he wasn't colliding his cock into you with as much force as he could muster in his position, his grip on you unwavering.

jisung left you helplessly at his mercy, tormented by his brutal, hungry pace and intoxicated by his sweet, tender cruelty. he watched as you leaned into him and the way he caged you into him, and he felt the way your heart leaped at his touch, not unlike a hummingbird's delicate wings in the stone cold winter. he watched as he unravelled you, each whimper and moan that left your lips grew louder, and needier. each cry of his name held the same cadence, reminding him of a hymn written solely with his name. jisung took note of the way your erect nipples poked through your shirt, leaving small peaks in your silhouette. he watched the way your brows furrowed and your eyes fluttered closed, and he certainly watched you take your bottom lip between your teeth as a way to muffle yourself.

he also felt the way his own orgasm approached, as if time was slowing down just for the two of you. his cock head felt so sore, so tender and heavy, mirroring the way the rest of his body felt. his body had a shimmer of sweat to his tanned skin, and his mind felt so fuzzy, filled only with thoughts about how good you let him fuck you, how perfect you sound and felt, how mesmerising you moved and rocked into him. jisung pressed himself as far into you as possible, pressing his chest flush against your back, or what parts of it that wasn't arched, the stickiness of your sweat sheened bodies sticking your skin together briefly, although the heat of his body lingered around you for a while longer. he bottomed out inside of you, biting his own lip as his throat let out a blissful cry, his heavy balls twitching as he emptied out inside of your waiting hole, spilling your own cum out of your puffy cunt and leaving a white ring of your mixed orgasms around jisung's cock in exchange.

your mouth opened in a silent scream, jaw going slack as your body quivered below jisung, a burning sensation spreading throughout you as if fireworks were let off in your veins. you clenched and fluttered around him, your hips pushing your sex onto his. you surrendered yourself entirely to jisung and the magnificent way he fucked you, crying out his name as if you were praying to a god in your most desperate hour of need, birthing an entire new meaning to his name as a thank you to him. his heart glowed with pride as you took the better half of three minutes to come down from your orgasmic, mindless state.

jisung settled beside you, using up the time you took for his own come-down, watching over you to ensure you were safe and satisfied. once he felt you shift closer to him he grinned proudly, his hand wrapping around the clammy skin of your back. "fuck, we need to do that again."

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[azureseacloud]

Hard Work

Ghost (band) one shot

Pairing: fem reader x ghouls

Warnings: swearing

Words: 1,999

Summary: Reader has been working all day. Ghouls return from practice and look after her, regardless of her resistance. Fluff with a dash of sexual tension because I can’t help myself :)

Hi again, thanks so much for your support on my other fic :))) You guys are awesome!!

I am open to requests for the ghouls so please feel free to drop a request :)

Working as a coordinator for the band was a huge job. It didn’t help that the ghouls always sought you out so they could bring you to their quarters for ‘mandatory’ ghoul piles or just for company. It was sweet, but by Satan they were an effective distraction from your work.

You had sat yourself down on the couch in the ghoul quarters, laptop sitting on your thighs as you reviewed the costings and set up for the next show that was in a weeks time.

None of the ghouls were present—busy with their commitments and band practice for the day—so you were using the time to get as much done as possible. It was easier to do the work in their quarters since you knew that they would go searching for you after and drag you back here anyway one way or another. Swiss had literally thrown you over his shoulder one time when you had protested to leaving your work space. Another time, when you had found a comfy hiding spot far away from where the ghouls wandered, Dewdrop had tracked you down by your scent and heartbeat.

You sighed, a slight headache beginning to make itself known. Checking the time, you’d been here for almost eight hours, and it was now afternoon. You’d made a lot of progress, which was great, but there was still a lot more to go.

You resettled yourself into a more comfortable position, shuffling around until your legs were no longer trapped under your body, wincing at the pins and needles that flickered as you moved. You began typing again, organising the itinerary for next years tours.

Something brushed against your neck lightly as you became aware of a presence behind you. Before you could look, two hands were splayed around your neck, applying a firm pressure but not impacting your ability to breathe. They pushed upward, tilting your head back.

“Fuck!” You gasped as you were met with a mask staring down at you. White horns poked through the forehead, an easy identifier for the ghoul that had a comfortable grip on your throat. Dewdrop.

“Oh, hi Dew.”

One of his fingers slowly caressed your neck as you fought to slow your heartbeat after the shock. His hands were warm, no doubt the perks of being a fire ghoul. You watched as he tilted his head in that infuriatingly attractive way.

“You look tired.”

You blinked up at the ghoul, realising your hands were still perched on the keyboard and not moving to at least try to defend yourself. You wondered if he noticed. What was it he had said?

“I’ve been working,” you replied evenly, after a moment of silence where you had to fight to gather your thoughts. His grip was distracting, in the way that sent your brain into overdrive. It was a struggle to maintain a normal tone—to hide what the ghoul was doing to you.

Dew moved closer, to the point where you could almost see the eyes behind his mask. Studying you. You tried your best to look alert and awake, knowing they would all swarm you the moment one of them figured out that you had forgone looking after yourself, choosing to instead work almost non-stop.

In a liquid movement he withdrew his hands, dragging them upwards along your neck as he straightened up. You almost sighed in disappointment at the loss of contact.

One major factor you had learned about ghouls is that they had no concept of personal space, nor any understanding of human ‘socially acceptable’ standards. They also shared more physical touch than humans usually did. It had been quite a lot to get used to when you first started working with them. But now you found yourself craving their casual touches and affection. Although you were still caught off guard with the more intimate touches they sometimes did. You knew they found your reactions entertaining, Dew and Swiss especially.

A set of footsteps echoed across the floor and you looked to see Swiss waltzing in, also still in his helmet and uniform. He looked over to you, then tilted his head up, most likely looking at Dew standing behind you still, his forearms now leaning against the back of the couch on either side of your head. His hands were brushing your shoulders in a tantalising way, and you were acutely aware of how close his chest was to your head.

Swiss looked back to you, and his mouth turned down in what you guessed was a frown.

“Have you been working all day?” The multi ghoul asked, leaning against the doorway. You clasped your hands to stop yourself from rubbing your eyes as another spike of pain shot through your head.

“No, of course not,” you lied. You knew the ghouls hated when you worked for too long—and you really wanted to finish this last part.

“When was the last time you had water?” Dew asked, still hovering above you. You rolled your eyes.

“I had water not that long ago.” You lied again, biting your lip. You hadn’t had any since breakfast—too engrossed in your work to have a break. That explained the headache.

“She’s dehydrated,” Rain spoke. Your eyes jumped to him, cursing internally that you had forgotten the water ghoul had gotten good at sensing how hydrated you were. He was heading to the adjoined kitchen at the far side of the room.

Swiss tsked and you shot him an answering glare. He grinned, pushing off the wall to join you on the couch.

“You can’t lie to us sweetheart.” Dew murmured in your ear, his breath ghosting the side of your face in a way that sent shivers down your body. His nails scraped lightly across your shoulders, and it was all you could do not to arch your back.

Too preoccupied with Dewdrop’s touch, you weren’t prepared for Swiss to snatch your wrists, yanking them away from your laptop.

“Hey!” You protested, trying to pull out of his grip. The multi ghoul only grinned, his hold on your wrists too strong for you to break out of.

“Rain,” Swiss called. The water ghoul hurried over, carrying a glass of water. You were still struggling against Swiss, trying to twist your way out of his grip. Dew grabbed your shoulders, pulling you back to the couch and pinning you there. Swiss barked out a laugh as you cursed at them.

“Can you get the laptop?” Swiss asked the water ghoul casually. Rain nodded, closing the device and moving it to the small table not far from the couch.

“Seriously guys? I just have to do a little more, then I’m done I promise.”

Swiss shook his head, releasing your hands while Rain offered you the glass of water. You rolled your eyes, accepting the glass reluctantly as Rain settled on the floor in front of you, murmuring a “thanks” to the calm ghoul. They were all watching—no doubt waiting to make sure you drank the water. Swiss moved one of his hands to your thigh, smirking as your eyes darted across to his.

“Is this an intervention?” You looked up as Phantom spoke, his voice holding a little bit of humour as he entered the room, crossing over to lean against the table. He looked at the laptop resting there—no doubt putting the pieces together.

“She’s been working all day,” Swiss explained. You took a sip of water, flipping off the ghoul beside you.

“She’s dehydrated,” Rain added.

“And she thought she could lie about it.” You hissed at Dewdrop’s words. Asshole. He gripped your shoulders tighter in response, his fingers pressing into your skin.

You busied yourself with drinking the water—it was the best distraction you had right now. Between Dewdrop’s hands on your shoulders and Swiss’ hand on your thigh, as well as everyone’s undivided attention, you could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up. You finished the glass, Rain reaching out to take it from you as he got up to take it to the kitchen. Phantom jabbed at his ribs on the way, the water ghoul skipping out of his reach.

“Good girl,” Dewdrop purred into your ear. You tensed, heat blooming across your skin. Your brain nearly short-circuited. He had to be doing this on purpose. There was no way he wasn’t—Dew wasn’t normally this flirtatious. The little gremlin.

Swiss snickered. “Someone’s flustered. Careful Dew, she might pass out if you keep going.”

Phantom chuckled at that. You scowled, crossing your arms.

“Okay, I drank some water, now let me keep working—“

You were cut off as Swiss stood up suddenly, grabbing your arms and pulling you from the couch. You squealed as he picked you up, one arm under your legs the other wrapped around your back. You threw your arms around his neck, gripping just under the helmet. He was grinning again.

“Swiss I swear to Satan if you don’t put me down-“

“You’ll what?” The multi ghoul taunted. He sat down on the soft rug in the centre of the room, rolling you onto your back and wrapping an arm around you to keep you there as he lay down beside you. You smacked his arm, knowing exactly what he was planning. You loved ghoul piles but you knew once everyone had joined you would not be able to get up until the morning.

You looked over as Dewdrop vaulted over the couch to join you, flicking off his helmet as he lay down on your other side. Dew slid one of his legs around yours, nuzzling into the side of your neck. The fire ghoul started purring loudly, draping an arm across your chest. His warmth was comforting.

“See? Just stay here with us. Take a break.” Swiss said, his breath tickling your ear. He’d also taken his helmet off, and he buried his face in the side of your neck like Dew. You sighed.

“No, I still have work to do!” Swiss snorted, still not letting you go. A wave of calm washed over you, sleepiness taking hold. Okay maybe you could finish the work tomorrow…

Your eyes snapped over to Phantom. “Phantom, you little bitch, I know what you’re doing.” You growled. The quintessence ghoul raised his hands in mock surrender, a wicked grin on his face.

Running out of options, you looked to Rain.

“Rain, can you please get them off me so I can finish my work?” The water ghoul sighed, making his way over. Instead of dragging the two off of you, he flopped down on top of you all, his head resting on your stomach.

How helpful.

You flipped off Phantom as he laughed. Not being able to help yourself, you lowered your hands into Rain’s hair. You slid your fingers through the smooth locks as the ghoul hummed contentedly.

Phantom curled up behind you, letting you rest your head on his chest. His own fingers worked through your hair, and you almost melted under his touch.

“What’s going on here?” Mountain crossed into the room with his hands on his hips, the ghoulettes behind him.

“Ghoul pile!!” Sunshine shrieked, launching herself over Swiss, who tried to bury his face deeper in your neck.

“A little help?” You asked, looking at the others hopefully. Swiss and Dew growled, both of their teeth lightly pinching your neck in response.

“I think that’s your answer.” Mountain shrugged, and you sighed in defeat. The huge ghoul settled down beside Dew, while the other ghoulettes curled around Sunshine and Swiss.

Dewdrop was purring again, his tongue licking the small bite on the side of your neck. You reached an arm around and scratched his head, his purring growing louder.

Okay, maybe you could let the rest of your work wait until tomorrow. For now, you relaxed in the comforting warmth and weight of the ghouls.

It didn’t take you long to fall asleep.

#ghost band #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #oneshot #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #ghoul pile #mountain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette

[badasgirlfriend]

Street Hearts Connection | Bada Lee Imagine

pairings: bada lee x fem!reader

genre: fluff idek?!/!/

a/n: i was inspired from the street hearts nyc videos and i thought it was a good idea to make a bada imagine sorry if it sucks i tried my best😭

The host excitedly gestures to the two blindfolded girls sitting at the table, ready to participate in her game of romance and luck. She smiles at the camera and proclaims, "Welcome to Street Hearts where we pair two strangers on a date to find out if its a match or is it a pass"

"Im here with....?"

Y/N clears her throat and responds "Y/N"

Bada can't help but bite her lip at the sound of Y/N's sweet voice "Bada"

"I can already feel the chemistry- LOOK she's blushing and smiling" The host can't help but laugh as she points out Y/N's flushed face and blushing smile, Y/N covers her face out of embarrassment.

"How are you two feeling?"

"Excited"

"Nervous" both Bada and the host laugh at her answer

"Alrighty, let's not drag this on any longer" the host said, with all three smiling. "Let's take off the blindfolds" Bada agreed, as the two girls waited for the host to lift their blindfolds.

Y/N's heartbeat was racing as she closed her eyes from the bright light. She felt the butterflies in her tummy as she wondered what she'll see once she opens her eyes. With her eyes still closed, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. In a flash, Y/N opened her eyes and was stunned to find an absolutely breathtaking woman standing in front of her.

Her face broke out into a bright smile as she took in the gorgeous girl who stood before her, her heart still pounding and her face feeling warm.

Bada was visibly taken aback, her breath hitched as she looked at the girl in front of her, and didn't know what to say to initiate a conversation. are you going She looked utterly breathtaking, Bada was not expecting her to be this stunning. "Hey-fuck Im nervous now too"

Bada couldn't help but laugh, hiding her face with her beanie, her long, dark hair falling over her face. She felt a bit shy and embarrassed, trying to keep her laughter in check.

She looked over at Y/N, and was relieved to see that she was laughing too, just like her.

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·..·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

"How's your love life going?" The host asked Bada, but she had quite the direct answer.

"Dry" was all she could say, leaving little room for elaboration.

The host turned to Y/N, who was listening intently, and nodded along.

"My ex-boyfriend is now gay, and my ex-girlfriend is straight, that pretty much explains everything," Y/N shared with a casual shrug of her shoulders.

"Are you okay, babes?" The host asked Y/N jokingly, putting her hand on her shoulder.

Y/N laughed, rolling with it and nodding along.

"Is that a red flag to you?" The host asked Bada, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Bada laughed at the question "Well, suddenly I'm colorblind" she said with a smirk. Y/N was glad they were sitting because she would've likely fallen over.

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·..·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

"Who was your first cartoon crush?"

The host asks Y/N, which caused her to groan in embarrassment.

"No, it's embarrassing," She pushed the mic away, not wanting to talk about it.

"Come on, tell us, tell us!" Bada chants along, wanting to hear the secret.

"Nooo"

"Tell us"

"Fuck it- the candle from Beauty and the Beast, I know Im weird"

"I mean I can't blame you," Bada says, grinning wickedly, already anticipating the next question. "He was kinda-"

"Alright alright, moving on," the host interjects with a light chuckle, and Bada grins even wider, "They're literally the same person"

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·..·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

"Physical traits like a good smile and cool style definitely catch my eye, but really, I look for kindness, compassion, and realness in a partner. I want someone who's in my corner, even when we disagree. And I gotta admit, I don't mind if they're a bit weird too" Bada answers with a smile, playfully glancing at Y/N

Y/N could sense that the last part of Bada's statement was about her, and she felt her face heat up with a light blush.

"Smooth, what about you?"

"Someone who's smart, funny, and has a good heart. I need a partner who makes me feel safe, respected, and appreciated you know- also tall.. they need to be taller than me" Y/N said, and Bada stood up.

She took Y/N's hand to pull her close, looking down at her with a mischievous grin.

Y/N giggled and tilted her head up to look at her, realizing what she was doing.

"See? I'm taller." Bada said with a teasing grin and laugh, the host threw the microphone and got up

"You two don't need me anymore"

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·..·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

"What do you do for work"

"I'm a barista," Y/N answered smiling

"Wait, really? Which café?" Bada asks in surprise, now curious to know where Y/N worked.

Y/N chuckles slightly and winks at her "At the SOL café, you should come by sometime"

Bada nods happily, replying with a quick, "Alright, bet,"

"What about you? What do you work?" Y/N asks Bada, and Bada smiles in response.

"I'm a choreographer," she replies, her tone sounding both humble and confident at the same time.

Y/N hides behind the host, gripping her arm tightly while whispering, "She's hot."

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·..·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

"What's your girl dinner?" The host asks, and both girls answer quickly, smiling at eachother.

"Bada," Y/N says with a shy but playful expression, while Bada smiles back with a light blush on her face.

"It could be her"

The host stares in disbelief at the girls answers

"Are you sure this is your first time meeting?

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·..·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

"Okay, now it's time for our Streethearts Sparkboards, where we're going to find out if you would go on a second date with each other."

The host's smile grew wider, her eyes glued on the two girls' writings.

Y/N was quick, writing down what she wanted with ease and glancing over at Bada, who was still writing. If Bada said no, Y/N knew she would never recover from the humiliation and embarrassment. Still, she held out hope that it would work, wishing and praying that Bada would say yes

"One, two, three... Show us your answers," the host commands, as Y/N and Bada quickly turn their Sparkboards around. Y/N can't help but grin a bit wider at Bada's answer

'YES (can i have ur number)'

Y/N nodded and excitedly exchanged her phone with Bada before typing in her number. Bada, looking directly at the camera, winked and smiled.

Some people nearby had stopped what they were doing had watched the whole date

When the host made the announcement, the nearby spectators began cheering and clapping in celebration

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[buzzyb33]

Podcasts

Prompt: a collection of clips from a podcast with Y/n and James- literally just them being a cute couple

Warnings: swearing, established relationship, both Y/n and James are content creators, short,

(I have so many requests and stuff but this just came to mind after seeing Ethan and faiths new podcast so.. I’ll get to them soon I swear)

One occurrence was the newest podcast, the two have videos every Thursday and read stupid Twitter threads and Reddit posts.

“So, James.” I say as I adjust my position.

“Yeah? Go on.” He smiles and I clear my throat, exaggerated.

“Would you rather kiss me for 100,000 grand or kiss the prettiest girl in the world for a million?” I cross my legs as I put my phone down from reading.

“Well- what? I kiss you everyday. So I- can just do it.. but for money? So obviously you.” He says, adjusting his glasses.

“That’s the wrong fucking answer, James.” I shake my head.

“What? Why? We don’t need a million- I suppose it’d be nice.” He speaks and watches me carefully as my jaw ticks.

“No! I’m the prettiest girl in the world! You’re meant to say: ‘oh y/n, I could kiss you and get the million,’ because I’m meant to be the prettiest girl in the world!”

I scoff and slam my hand as he starts laughing.

“Yeah-! That’s- what I meant! Oh fuck off that was a trick question. Yeah, I’d kiss you and get the million.” He pleads his case with amusement.

“Who’s the prettiest girl in the world?” I ask.

“You!”

I shake my head. “Not what you said before..”

Another time was a bit random, but it sits a nice place in Y/ns heart.

“You know, Y/n is getting her room re done. She claims she isn’t a loser but the amount of five nights at Freddy’s and Pokémon stuff is organised on her shelf I thought I was going to have a seizure from all the colours.” James says, flexing his fingers.

I roll my eyes, opening my mouth to speak but the frowning.

“I’m sorry- you’re a content creator and don’t know the five nights at Freddy’s lore? And I bet you could name like two fucking Pokémon.” I scoff, sipping my coffee.

He looks at me and laughs.

“You get so defensive! And I can name many Pokémon, you’re just borderline obsessed.”

He states and I scoff again.

“Sorry, James, how many fucking guitars do you own?” I retort and he rolls his eyes.

“I get payed for that, very different.” He replies and I scoff.

“Guys James is just mad he acts tureen years older than he is.” I snicker and he smiles.

“Okay, haha.”

Though, James’ favourite clip of the two is when they had Willne as a guest, him sat on the middle.

“So, how long do these normally go on for?” He asks as he shifts in his seat.

“About an hour.. maybe longer so..” James pulls his phone out, checking the time.

“Around an hour or something left.” He says and I nod, finding some threads to read out.

“What’s your home screen?” Will asks as James checks the time.

His face turns a little pink, only visible by the tips of his ears and nose.

“It’s me and Y/n in Australia.” He shows will and he can’t help but smile.

The photo consists of Y/n eating a cone of ice cream, one hand in James’ as they walk ahead of whoever took the photo, the sun is just setting and she has his rainbow scarf draped over her shoulders.

At that, i look up.

“What? The one Jago took?” I ask as I peer over and James nods.

“Awe..” I smile and he looks away.

“What’s yours then lass?” Will asks and i smile as I lock my phone to show him and the camera.

The photo is of my lips smooshed against James’ cheek and his hand in my forehead, attempting to push it away, I was sleep deprived when I did that and Jono found it hilarious at James’ trying-not-to-smile expression and snapped the photo.

Will fake gags and then chuckles.

The finally, the end of 2023 podcast was a fan favourite.

“What was your Spotify wrapped?” He asks, pulling his own phone out.

“I thought I’d ask on the podcast.” He adds with a smile.

I smile at his Tory accent and check.

“I haven’t looked yet..” I say as I tap through it.

“Hm. My number one song was heartbeat by childish Gambino, number two static by Steve lacy, number three was so long by you, number four was crying lighting and five was 505 by arctic monkeys.” I say with a soft smile.

“You have me?” He asks with a skeptical tone.

I scoff and shove my phone near him as he smirks.

“Alright alright.. artists?” He asks and I see.

“Arctic monkeys, you, Kanye west, childish gambino and TV girl.” I smile as I hand him my phone.

“I don’t think me and Kanye should ever be next to each other. In any list.” He says with a stupidly serious time and I let out a giggle.

“Shut up. What was your favourite edit of the year?” I ask and he shrugs.

“Edit? I don’t know..” he clearly thinks.

“Mine is the josh Hutcherson one.” I smile jd he rolls his eyes.

“Could at least lie and say it’s one of me.” He scoffs and I laugh.

“I did like the one where it was taking what’s not yours and it was a ship edit of us. That was sweet.” I smile and he nods.

“I saw that.. stop being al soft. Now I look like a prick.” I smile teasingly and he scoffs again.

A/n

Guys I’m so burnt out I know I have loads of requests but don’t let that stop you from keeping the coming cus I will be writing my favs first.

Also maybe I just wanted to yap about my interests and put them into the reader. Oh well.

Requests are open!

Masterlist!

#sidemen #sidemen x reader #sidemen x y/n #james marriott x you #james marrriott x reader #james marrriott smut #james marriott #eboys x reader #eboys #willne x reader #willne imagine #will lenney #willne