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ambros1an · 2 months

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firefly x gn reader 18+

warnings: SPOILERS FOR 2.1, eating out, face sitting, dom firefly, he/she/they pronouns for firefly, firefly has 🐱and d (in other form), firefly written as nonbinary, penetration, the suit stays ON, nothing hardcore

summary: gentle dom(ish)! firefly. that’s it. that’s the post

a/n: i wrote this for the people the love firefly in her completeness and not just one aspect or the other. i know y’all are out there. also never written nsfw and wanted to do it semi-realistically (lol)

the way firefly has everyone fooled. most that manage to see her despite her entropy disorder think of her as a kind and compliant girl. someone unfortunate. rarely anyone gets to see her true self, as someone who takes.

her plush thighs grip your head, holding it in place. her panties thrown off in the corner, but not fully undressed. her skirt conceals your face, holding u into her.

“a-ahh” they say your name, “please…”

you swirl your tongue around her clit, giving it kisses when she grinds into u.

“a-aha, sorry,” she apologizes.

you hum into her as acknowledgment. don’t stop

she bounces on your face, grinding against your tongue and your nose to hit that spot just right. She’s just so close- she can feel it. Firefly grips onto your hair in an effort to bring you somehow closer.

your hands clasp around her waist in return. their cunt starts to twitch around your tongue and the grinding gets harder.

“hhah-ah, im so close-“

she throws her head back in a moan. coming because of you, because of your tongue. its all just too much. if only you could see it.

has she ever been cared for like this?

with shaky legs she removes herself from your face and places herself down next to you.

“i want to..help you too” she looks down then back up at you.

obviously it was a yes.

she rolls in between your legs. this time he was Sam, not firefly. but with you, maybe they could be both.

the mecha suit encased her body, and with it was an “attachment.” sam’s cock stood upright. it gleamed with their signature green and blue decals.

he oiled a bottle of lube onto his fingers before inserting them. he didn’t want to hurt you. not again. his two fingers pumped in and out, leaving a full feeling that wasn’t unpleasant but welcome.

your light moans and grunts egged him on, inserting a 3rd finger.

“sam..”

they look up at you, “I know. I’m almost done,” he said lightly, you could hear a smile in her tone.

she removed her fingers from you, slick coating them. she held up the bottle of lube preparing to put it on her cock but you were faster.

“let me” you say, sitting up and plucking it from his hands. sam looks at you with a startled expression. he watches you coat your hand in the liquid then-

“oh-“

you’re touching him. you rub up and down his cock. one hand caressing the tip and the other the base.

“sensitive here?” you smirk, leaning down and placing your mouth onto his tip. he answers you with a shaky moan. not that you needed to ask anyway.

you kiss and lick at the tip, then open your mouth to go down further, humming around the shaft. that is until Sam grips your hair and plucks you off.

“sorry- not now. i wanted to do something for you. please, turn around,” the way he says it, makes it clear he’s out of breath.

you roll over onto your back, looking up at the hulking mecha on top of you. he rubs up and down his shaft, before inserting himself inside you. he moans, the heat surrounding him is enough to make him bust already.

as for you, its a tight fit. you hiss between your teeth. but the fullness feels so good. when sam starts thrusting, even more so.

to any other person, sam staring down at you would be a death sentence, but not to you. you can tell from the way he looks at you, that she really wants to kiss you. the warmth spreads across your stomach.

“ah-haha” he moans your name. “I really do love-“ he whimpers, caressing your hair, “care for you.” the warmth you feel from their emotions, combined with the pleasure, makes you come undone.

“f-firefly!”

you twitch around his cock, and it throbs against you too. the robot releases into you, the sensation is warm. and with it the mecha releases firefly from his suit, and she collapses onto you.

“its way too hot in there,” she moans.

you can’t help but giggle. you still cant believe they’re the same person.

#firefly x reader #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr smut

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manticore-fangs · 4 months

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ANXIETY DRIVEN. (GHOAP x Reader) | OLD ASS POST.

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cw/tw: severe anxiety, angst, mentions of trauma, crying, yelling, punching (not at anyone), anger, degradation?

a/n: this is based off meltdowns and trauma i endured, so excuse me if stuff isn’t correct for you- but this is like.. an self-insert? i think it is. anyways, not proof-read.

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the day started off normally. simply. you woke up, got dressed did chores and made yourself supper, that was all you did when your boyfriends we’re deployed. of course you stress, worry and fear of many things when their gone. their your comfort, they stabilize you but obviously your mind starts tricking you, saying: “they don’t need you.” “your doing this, having breakdowns and not helping them.” “they don’t care about your emotions” and more nasty words you don’t wanna hear.

your phone was in your hand as you laid on the couch where you had blankets splayed over yourself, keeping yourself warm and cozy. you we’re relaxing before your mother messaged you, it was a rant about: “you don’t watch your siblings enough! if you wanna be a mother soon, then watch your siblings for me when i’m busy!” and aswell saying “their such good kids, your siblings- they don’t embarrass me as much as you did when you we’re younger.”

it absolutely broke you, obviously she seen the “read” there, but what made you the most angry is the fact she never mentions you anymore. doesn’t post you ever. ever since your siblings we’re born, your mother didn’t care about you- she said she loves you but it doesn’t feel like she does. you were and are stuck in a place where you don’t know what to do and how to show your mother that: ‘i can show you, i can do this for you’ just to get her validation.

the last time she posted a picture of you was your birthday, saying how much she loved you. but when your sister’s birthday came along she wrote a whole paragraph on how much your sibling saved her when you were the one that suffered along with her through the tough times. she even abandoned you on your great grandmothers front porch saying: “i cant be a mother, take her” leaving you there on the porch.

you were laying down on the couch, but you gradually sat up. adrenaline coursing through your veins as you looked at your phone, flipping it over. you screamed. loud. your lover’s haven’t came home yet, so you can scream as loud as you want. with the anger that boiled up, you we’re screaming- yelling at the top of your longs saying how much ‘you hate your mother’ or ‘your mother is a psycho’ your hands were genuinely trembling- shaking even.

you wanted to punch something, a wall, the couch- anything and you did but nothing relieved the tension and anger. your hands moved fast, you clenched them- shook them, wiggled your fingers trying to think of what you can do next- you thought about hitting your thigh or a body part but you didn’t- refraining yourself from damaging you. you were sobbing, crying. so so sad and.. anxious? depressed? you don’t know.

you pulled on your hair, having your eyes closed and blurry, a hand grabbed your wrist making you flinch and gasp- eyes opening until you heard johnny’s voice. “hey- bonnie, is alrigh’ your safe wit’ me now, shh.. shh my love.. is alright..” he moved your wrist away and pulled you back onto his chest- you sobbed. sobbed all night, your mother.. your fucking mother.

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lavenderbexlatte · 8 months

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day 3: mirror sex

stray kids 1.5k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Bang Chan NSFW

🖤 warnings: undernegotiated kink, implied consent, themes of negative body image🖤

🎂 happy bang chan day~

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Truly, these are the dangers of not pre-booking a place to stay.

Last-minute travel isn't usually your thing, but an unexpectedly long weekend means that there's finally time in your favorite guy's backbreaking schedule for a little getaway.

But last-minute travel, with no hotel booked, means love motels.

They're not as creepy as they sound, not usually dirty or weird. Inexpensive, yes, and usually a little older than the resorts and boutiques that most people prefer. They get a bad rap just because of the connotations, but like, people have sex in all kinds of hotels.

You think it's kind of cool, honestly. Homey, in a weird way.

The person at the front desk is a nice older lady, and she doesn't even blink as she asks if the two of you have any plans this weekend.

"Plans outside the room, I mean."

She winks. She's not subtle, but it's sweet.

And now, in the elevator, Chan is looking around in unmasked horror. Taking in the garish burgundy interior, the thinly-veiled adverts for sex workers taped to the walls.

"It's not that bad," you say.

"It'll be fine for two nights," Chan replies, sounding as if he doesn't believe that at all. "Anyway, we're only sleeping here. We'll have stuff to do."

"Oh, come on. We might as well put the place to its intended use."

Chan scoffs, as if the idea of using the sex motel for sex is ridiculous.

"As long as the room's clean, that's all I care about," you continue. "It's a hotel. Whatever."

"Whatever," Chan agrees tentatively.

He's still lying to himself, but he does relax a little.

When you get to your floor, things are extremely normal. Nondescript hotel decor, the faint smell of carpet cleaning solution and lemon furniture polish. Cleaner than other places you've stayed for far more money, honestly.

The room itself is at the end of the hall, which you like, for the privacy, even though there are only five or six rooms on the floor.

You let yourself into the room, and it's as clean and fresh as the rest of the hall. Again, about as good as it gets in terms of a cheap hotel.

"See?" you say.

Chan looks at you, clearly unimpressed.

"What? It's clean. I'll check for bedbugs, but other than that..."

He points upward.

There is a giant mirror stuck to the ceiling above the bed, but nowhere is perfect.

"Even that's clean," you joke.

The surface of the glass is spotless, no fingerprints and not even any dust that you can see from down here. Chan still looks unhappy. Cleanliness is obviously not his concern.

"Don't be a downer," you say.

"Why do people like that?" he grumbles.

You've set your bag down on the armchair in the corner of the room, rifling through it for your toiletries to set out in the bathroom, but you humor him without looking. "Like what?"

"The mirrors."

"In the room?" you glance at him. "Isn't that, like, the sex motel cliche? The heart shaped bed, the red lights, the mirrors?"

This room only has one of the above. Pretty tame.

"It just means you have to - I mean, you can already see your partner, why would you need-"

"You're really thinking about this," you interrupt.

He is. He really is, standing beside the bed and staring up at his own reflection pensively.

"It's so you can see yourself," you add, walking past with your armload of cosmetics.

From in the bathroom, you hear his answer, still pouty.

"Why would I wanna do that?"

Oh, here we go.

"Some people get off on it," you say.

He scoffs a laugh, humorless. You're being generous by not calling him out, here, because he's being self-deprecating. You hate that.

"I'm gonna terrify myself in the middle of the night," he says.

That might be true. He's a little bit of a scaredy-cat. But that's beside the point.

"That's not your actual problem, though," you reply, as you come back into the room proper.

He shrugs.

"Haven't you ever been curious?" you ask.

"About what I look like?" he shoots back, glancing back up at the mirror. "Done. Wow."

"I mean during."

Immediately, like flipping a switch, his ears flame pink. "Not really."

"No? Never?"

He looks at you pointedly. He knows what you're doing. You're not subtle, so that's fine.

"We should find out," you say, grinning.

It's a challenge, now.

Your gorgeous, gorgeous boy hates how he looks. That's common knowledge for anyone who's tried to get him to take a photo together, or shop for clothes, or compliment him on a new haircut. Most of your mutual friends just ignore it. But sometimes you just can't stand it.

He would never be the type to want to see himself in the mirror in the throes of passion, uninhibited. Which is exactly why he needs to give it a try.

"How easy do you think I am?" he accuses, correctly.

"I dunno." Instead of bothering him more, you flop down onto the bed yourself, feet still on the floor, staring up at your reflection. "You tell me."

The bait is laid, and like always, his insatiable ass can't help it. You two haven't had proper alone time in what feels like forever. He nudges between your knees, standing over you as you lay there on your back. You already like the look of the scene in the mirror, the way that his reflected form looms, the way it makes you look small.

"You know," Chan says, "We could put this place to its intended use."

You grin at your own words recycled. Great minds and all that.

"What an idea."

"Just an idea," he assures you.

He drops onto his knees, nudging you up the mattress to make room for himself.

You almost lose track of your own plan, once he kisses you. Hands roam, clothes are lost, the ease and comfort of something you've done so many times. For a while, it's just an encounter like all the others. His hands that know you, his warmth and presence and attention.

And then you remember, suddenly, once you're nude and he is too, and he's asking you how you want it.

"You on your back," you say, trying not to smile at your own ingeniousness and reveal the plan.

"You got it, baby."

He flips over, and he's settled fully into the pillows with you halfway onto his lap before he looks up. He looks up at the ceiling, and he realizes.

"Wait-"

"Gotcha," you smirk, settling fully on top of him.

He could very easily just knock you over and change things up, or he could ask you to stop, and of course, you would. But he doesn't. He just flushes, red again down his ears, his neck, and he covers his face with his hands.

"That's not gonna work," you say, peeling his fingers away from his eyes.

"I can't believe you tricked me," he says pitifully.

"I did no such thing," you reply. "But now that we're here, why don't we play a game?"

"Something tells me I won't like this game."

"Here's the rules," you say.

You pause long enough to rise onto your knees, to seek out his length - desperately hard, revealing that you haven't freaked him out too badly - and line him up.

"I'm gonna make us feel good. And you...have to look."

Chan pouts, putting his full lips to good use. "I'd rather look at you. Don't you want me to look at you?"

He punctuates it by running his hands up your back, hips to shoulder blades, soothing attention from gentle fingertips.

"I think you should look at yourself," you tell him.

"But-"

"Actually, no. I think you have to look at yourself," you decide.

He peeks upward. His flush deepens.

You're not sure why he doesn't like what he sees. From where you are, it's stunning. His slim body lines, the sharp cut of his face and his dark eyes against the bleached-white hotel sheets. Distractibly, biteably pink and embarrassed.

"If you don't look at yourself," you add, dropping your hips just enough so that he can feel you, "I'll stop."

He looks overdramatically betrayed, like a dog when you take their toy away to throw it. It's cute enough that you reach down to squeeze his face in your hand.

"That's the game," you say.

"Fine."

His voice is an embarrassed squeak, but that's consent, baby. You trust him enough to know that although he hates losing, he's not going to yes you to death if things are actually feeling uncool.

Permission granted, and his eyes dutifully trained on the ceiling, you ease yourself down onto his waiting length.

Curiously, once you're seated and he's swearing through his teeth, you tilt your head up to look at yourself, too. The angle isn't as good to see you, but you've got the gist of it. Your spread thighs, your arched back, the little bit of motion as you grind on top of him.

Nice.

"Don't we look good?" you ask, sweet as can be.

He nods against the pillow. "You look-"

"Not me," you tut. "You're not supposed to be looking at me."

Chan swears. You wait.

"I...I look..."

After a second, he swallows, and squeezes his eyes shut.

Pity.

You pull back up onto your knees. His wet cock slips free.

"I told you the rules. Keep looking at you."

#kinktober 2023 #kpop kinktober #stray kids fanfic #bang chan fanfic #bang chan fanfiction #bang chan smut #stray kids smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #skz smut #skz fanfic

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nijisanji-brain-rot-fics · 9 months

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luxiem x reader || them on your wedding day

a/n : i got rlly bored and honestly luxiem is my life support sooooo headcanons abt how luxiem would be like on yalls wedding day

anyways HAVE FUN PLS TELL ME IF I SCREW UP FORMATTING OR SMTH LOL

SHU YAMINO

would be the type to look calm before the wedding but fucking lose his shit when he sees you walking down that aisle

tears streaming down his face kind of crying, but then hides it when you get up to the front

'you may now kiss the bride' he would absolutely start tearing up again before kissing you

GIRL WHEN I TELL YOU RECEPTION WOULD BE LIT

magic tricks. thats all im gonna say. i dont know.

i feel like he'd be the type to lead ur first dance and whisper sweet shit while dancing

would be one of those people who starts crying during father-child dance

LUCA KANESHIRO

cute nervous smile when he sees you walking up that aisle

he would so be looking at you with puppy dog eyes

I JUST KNOW HE WOULD HAVE ONE OF HIS MAFIA MEN AS HIS GROOMSMEN JUST SO WHEN THE OFFICIATOR SAYS "if there are any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace", THAT ONE GUY WOULD GO UP BY THE FRONT AND FLASH A GUN AT THE AUDIENCE

YK FOR GOOD MEASURE

yall would probably laugh (except for maybe a poor soul who was going to object)

WHEN I SAY HES GOOD AT DANCING, HES ACTUALLY REALLY REALLY BAD AT IT

will accidentally trip on your foot

but will hide it ever so gracefully

mistugetsu un deux trois [help i cant spell]

IKE EVELAND

dawg he would dead ass be tearing up

hes trying his best not to cry but just ends up tearing up by the end

HE WILL PURPOSEFULLY CHANGE HIS LINES DURING YALLS MARRIAGE TO BE MORE "POETIC" [hes just a tryhard novelist]

hes actually good at dancing??? surprisingly??

hes defo living his romance novel life

WILL DO. EVERYTHING. THAT HE WRITES IN HIS FLUFFY ROMANCE NOVELS. TO YOU.

all those times he wrote dances within his novels, YEAH HE'S GONNA DO ONE WITH YOU ON YOUR WEDDING DAY [bonus points if the dance is in a book with a self insert of him and you]

MYSTA RIAS

MY MANS WOULD BE BAWLING

LIKE UR GONNA HAVE TO COMFORT HIM UP AT THE FRONT

he'd be really emotional about it, and we love that [NO HATE OK WE LOVE EMOTIONAL MEN]

he would definitely hug you when yall kiss

HE PRACTICED FOR DAYS FOR UR FIRST DANCE TOGETHER

HE DIDNT WANNA ACCIDENTALLY FUCK UP

hes defintely getting a LITTLE tipsy during reception

VOX AKUMA

SEXY MAN

the only one who wouldnt tear up honestly, like he'd just smile sweetly while u walk up the aisle

he would be SMITTEN while the officiator talks

just looking at you with the sweetest goddamn look a demon can muster

what do yall expect

he obviously knows how to dance, AND WELL AND ELEGANTLY

would be by your side THE WHOLE TIME IN RECEPTION

hand on waist, motherfucker AINT LETTING YOU GO [unless he had to, and ONLY if he had to]

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a/n: ty for reading :D THIS IS MY FIRST HEADCANON THING BUT LIKE YEAH [im biased with ike ok im sorry LMAO]

#vox akuma x reader #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #shu yamino x reader #ike eveland x reader #headcanon #luxiem x reader

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fizzy-blood · 1 month

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Eyeless Jack X ZOMBIE!Reader🧠 [General Headcanons]

This is sorta self indulgence 'cause I had a self insert OC when I was 13 that was a zombie... GN!reader as always soo yeah? Sorta like fluff? Idk.. anyways, enjoy!!

Warnings!: Cannibalism (obviously), Mentions of reader rotting, Mentions of general violence.

So, when EJ first met you he didn't really know how to feel. I don't think he realized that you were a zombie.

The only thing that could have let him know would be the fact you looked dead on the outside (not like the others look alive since nobody really takes any care of themselves) or maybe the fact you smelt like death (tho that's pretty common around there... Most of the people he talks to are murderers who don't wash their clothes).

The two scenarios I could see him finding out about it would be...

1). He smelt you in his room (THB you smell more like a corpse then the others because you're literally a walking corpse, plus he doesn't like having others in his room so he wasn't to pleased with the idea) so he went to investigate. He found you digging through his cooler, stealing organs (mostly brains obviously).

This would probably make a lot of sense to him while also explaining a lot of things in the process..

Or 2). You get hurt or maybe a limb falls off and you get sent to Jack so he can patch you up. He very quickly noticed that you were rotting and realized that you were some kind of walking corpse. You explain that you're a zombie and he fixes you up.

So now Jack knows that you're a zombie... What now?

You and Jack started hunting together!

He kills the people for you so that you don't start an apocalypse and helps break open the skulls for you.

You help trap the person and he kills, simple as that....

Or maybe not? I feel like you both hanging around each other would become a common thing, maybe you became friends! But sometimes Jack feels off...

Not because you're a zombie (he got used to the smell anyways) but he just wanted to be around you... More than he did with the others... He assured himself it was nothing but yk :3

He eventually realized that he liked you and well.. he really didn't want to tell you.

I have a headcanon that if anyone has romantic feelings or drama that they want to talk about, the person will immediately go to Nina... Idk why I just feel like she'd be good to talk too when it comes to that kinda stuff? Idk.

Anyways, you and Nina were talking a little while later about god knows what when she "accidentally" tells you about Jack.

One thing leads to another and you started dating Jack! (Living my dream ong)

Sooo how's that? Well... It's not the worst..

Like... He isn't the best person to date if you can't stand the silence then too bad 'cause this man rarely speaks, even to you.

But he'll listen to you talk about stuff, even if he has no clue what you're saying (you're literally rotting so I doubt your vocal cords are 100% intact).

Even if you're both violent, even if you both miss being human, at least you have each other?

Srsly, it could be worse! It could be way worse...

That's all for now!! Hope you enjoyed it -Fizz

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack headcanon

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minisugakoobies · 1 year

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Day 11 ❄️ KTH

Kinks: exhibitionism, shopping for gifts

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: holiday, fluff, smut, established relationship, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, exhibitionism, oral sex (m receiving), face-fucking, cum swallowing, both reader and Taehyung wear lingerie, mention of body image/self-esteem issues, these two are quite whipped for each other

Word Count: 2.5K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Upon discovering that you and your boyfriend are planning on buying each other the same gift, you decide to try it on together first

A/N: Typically, I try to keep my reader inserts as physically blank as possible. I'm not doing that here. I'm specifically writing this with a plus-size reader in mind.

This story started out just porn with the barest of plots and ended up soft & smutty. I hope you'll like it. 💜

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

Day 10 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 12

Of all your boyfriend’s amazing traits, it’s Taehyung’s openness to trying something new that you love the most. It’s led to so many memorable experiences for the two of you.

Shopping at the mall on the Saturday before Christmas is new to him, but it probably isn’t going to make that list, you think, staring at the bustling crowds crammed into the corridor between shops. But Taehyung let you drag him down here anyway, since you both need to finish checking off the items on your Christmas list. He sighs now beside you, watching the people flow by like a colorful stream of fish.

With only one gift remaining on your list, you’re confident that this won’t take long. “Okay, how about we split up and meet back here in like an hour? Is that enough time?”

Taehyung nodded. “That’s more than enough. See you in an hour.” He presses a quick kiss to your cheek, and then he dives into the crowd, passersby parting to let him through. The crush is so thick that he disappears in seconds.

After a moment, you join the stream as well, moving quickly lest you be trampled by the other shoppers. The store you’re heading for isn’t far. It’s a place where you’ve bought a lot of little presents for yourself in the past. But you’re not buying something for yourself today. The last gift you need is Taehyung’s, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to find it here, at Euphoria, your favorite lingerie shop.

Strolling through the racks, you ponder what will make the perfect present for your boyfriend. Lingerie was never something you enjoyed before you met Taehyung. It always felt like it was meant for models, for those who fit into sample sizes, who showed off their bodies on Instagram and never felt self-conscious about the way they looked.

But Taehyung loves all of you, which he has demonstrated time and again, most effusively when the two of you are in the bedroom. His love has helped you embrace your curves, your rolls, all the soft bits you used to hate, used to hide under layers and layers of clothing. The more you’ve come to appreciate your own body, the more you’ve become comfortable with showing it off, and now you have an entire drawer filled with garments that make you feel like the sexiest woman in the world. Which, according to Taehyung, you are.

But what should you buy today? You mentally flip through your collection, hoping to spark an idea. Taehyung loves it when you wear your bodystocking, so maybe something with fishnets or lace? But he also can’t keep his hands off you when you put on a satiny corset or a pair of silk panties, so maybe that would work?

It only takes another minute of browsing before you stumble across the perfect ensemble. Thankfully, the line isn’t very long, so a sales rep rings you up quickly, and you slip your arm through the straps of the little shopping bag they hand you.

As you head towards the entrance, fully intending to spend the rest of the hour sitting on a quiet bench away from the crowds, a very cute bra hanging a few racks away catches your eye. Maybe now that you’ve finished shopping for others, you could treat yourself to something, too.

But you’re not paying attention to others as you make a beeline for the bra, and as you swerve to the left, you run smack into another shopper.

Your boyfriend.

Taehyung’s eyes widen as he realizes you’re the person he just bounced off of. “Hey, babe,” he drawls slowly, tucking his hands behind his back. You can see the end of a hanger sticking out, but can’t see what’s hanging from it. His eyes flick to the bag looped over your forearm. “Did you finish your shopping already?”

“Mmmhmm,” you reply, craning your neck to try to see what he’s hiding, but he shifts, turning his body to keep it obscured.

“That’s good. I’m, uh, I’m…”

“Shopping for me?”

You can practically hear Taehyung weighing his options as he thinks about his response. If he says yes, then the surprise is ruined. If he says no, then he’s going to have to explain why he’s in a lingerie shop to purchase a gift for someone other than his girlfriend. Maybe it’s the spirit of Christmas moving through you, but you decide to take pity on him.

“You can stop trying to hide it, it’s okay,” you grin, reaching for his arm. “I wanna see what you picked out!”

“But - it won’t be a surprise,” he protests, slipping out of your grasp.

Laughing, you cup his cheek. “Taehyung, I’m not a little kid, I don’t care about the surprise. I’m curious now, so let me see!”

He caves. In his hand is a white lace teddy, the material soft under your fingertips as you take it from him.

“Well?” he asks after a moment. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” Biting your lip, you take a look around. The shop isn’t overcrowded but there are more than enough customers here to keep the sales reps busy at their registers. “I think I should try it on, though. Just to make sure you got the right size.”

“Actually, I got your size fr-”

You press a single finger to his mouth. Taehyung raises a brow.

“I should try this on. And you should come help.”

A slow smile spreads across Taehyung’s face. Taking his hand, you lead him towards the back of the store, where the dressing rooms are hidden down a hallway, and tug him directly into an empty room, locking the door behind you.

It’s a little cramped with the two of you in there, but there’s enough room for you to change. However, you don’t start pulling off your clothes just yet. Instead, you hand your shopping bag to him.

“Uh, here. Merry Christmas.”

Taehyung looks at the bag but doesn’t open it. “You want me to open this now? Do you want to try this on, too?”

“Not quite.” He doesn’t move. “Just open it, will you?”

Again he gives in, and reaches into the bag to pull out his present. He’s quiet, turning the items over in his hands as he stares at them. His silence makes you worry, and you wonder if you should explain.

He looks up. “This is for me?”

“Yeah,” you confirm. When he falls silent again, you blurt out, “It’s okay if you don’t like it! I just thought maybe… since you like all the lace and silk I wear, how it feels against your skin… and you’re always trying new things, so I was thinking, maybe you’d like this.” The explanation feels weak, and you bite the inside of your cheek worriedly as he blinks at you. “But if you don’t like it, you don’t have t-”

“I like it.” His deep voice cuts through your rambling, loud and steady.

“You do?”

Taehyung nods, the corner of his mouth lifting in a tiny smirk. “You’re right, I do like trying new things. But I should probably try it on to make sure it fits. That’s why you gave it to me now, right?”

He takes your grin as a response, and wordlessly, the two of you turn your backs to one another. The mirror is on the wall facing the door, so as you face the left wall and Taehyung faces the right, neither of you can see one another as you start to disrobe. It’s a little awkward with both of you stripping in the small space, the occasional elbow or shoulder bumping against the other, but you both manage to put your gifts on quickly.

“Ready?”

There’s some shuffling behind you, and then Taehyung says, “Yes.”

As you spin around, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The teddy Taehyung picked out is so unlike the racy lingerie you own, all of which is meant to tease and tantalize. This garment is pretty more than it is sexy, with fine lace trailing over your curves in a deep-v plunging from your collarbones down to your navel. A silk ribbon ties it together halter-style over your shoulders, leaving your back bare down to where the teddy ends in a crotchless thong, and another ribbon ties at your waist. Small silk panels over your hips flutter as you turn. The whole effect is rather delicate and sweet.

Taehyung’s eyes darken as he takes you in, but you barely notice his gaze, staring at the way his gift fits. Although the men’s section of the lingerie shop is small, you struck gold with your selection. The black lace and satin briefs are snug, sitting low on his hips. Attached garters wrap around his thick thighs, highlighting them perfectly as you’d dreamed they would.

He clears his throat, and you force yourself to look away from the delicious sight to find him watching you with an expression of total adoration. “Baby, you’re so… you’re so beautiful.”

Even after all this time together, he still flusters you. You shyly play with the satin, rolling the edge of the fabric through your fingers. “Thank you. This is really pretty, Tae. What made you choose it?”

“I just saw it and pictured you wearing it and immediately knew you’d look amazing. And I was right.” He smiles, lightly tugging at the bow around your waist. “And maybe I liked the idea of getting to unwrap you on Christmas, like the gift you are.”

“Okay, stop, you’re too sweet.” You roll your eyes and wave your hands, but you’re smiling. “Do you like your gift?”

He runs his hands over the satin waistband of the briefs, humming thoughtfully as he examines himself in the mirror. “Yeah. I do.” His long fingers pluck at one of the straps around his thigh. “It’s not something I ever imagined wearing, but you know what? Maybe I should have. Because I look fucking hot.” He grins as you laugh, watching you through the mirror. “Look at us, babe. We’re hot.”

The mirror tells no lies. As you stare at your reflections, admiring the view, you notice that Taehyung is getting hard, cock straining against the lace briefs.

The two of you have been in the dressing room for a few minutes now, but there haven’t been any knocks, so you decide to press your luck.

“Do you know why I chose this set for you?” you ask Taehyung.

He shakes his head.

Gently, you place your hands on the small swell of his tummy, just above the briefs. “Part of it is the material. I thought you’d like the way the lace felt on your cock.” Taehyung hisses as your fingers trail down, rubbing lightly over the fabric, stopping to cup his dick. “Does it feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods, watching your hand as it palms over his clothed erection.

“But the other part…” Sliding your fingers under the garters, you hold on to his thighs as you kneel. He watches you with his mouth hanging open slightly, chest rising as he sucks in a deep breath. “The other part is, I wanted to find something that I knew would show off this body that I love so much.” He doesn’t say a word as you curl your fingers around the waistband of the briefs, tugging them down until his cock springs free. “You’re always celebrating my body, Tae. I thought it was way past time to return the favor.”

“Baby,” he begins, but the kiss you press to the tip of his cock strangles whatever words he was about to say, turning them into a choked groan.

“Can I celebrate you now?”

He groans as you gaze adoringly at him from your knees. “Fuck, baby, how can I say no?”

“You can always say no, Tae.” You know what he means, just as he knows what you mean. You still want to hear him say it.

“Go ahead, baby.” His smirk returns. “Celebrate me.”

Gripping the base of his cock, you lean over the tip, spitting to coat it in saliva. Taehyung moans as you cover him in wetness, rolling your hand a few times to stroke as you spread, before you wrap your lips around his head, sucking lightly.

“Shit,” he grunts, “I don’t know how quiet I can be. I’m already all worked up.” It’s a good reminder that you’re in public, which means that you probably shouldn’t take your time like you’d like to.

“I better make this quick, then,” you reply, and then you take him into your mouth as far as you can without deep-throating him, bobbing back off long enough to wink up at him before doing it again.

Taehyung pushes his fist against his lips, trying hard to muffle the sounds he’s making as you pull out all the moves that you know will have him popping in no time. Swirling your tongue around his darkened head. Hollowing your cheeks as you swallow around him. Sucking the sensitive skin of his balls into your mouth as you jerk him off with your hand.

When his hips start rutting forward of their own accord, you grab his hand and place it on your head, giving him the silent signal to fuck your face. It’s something you both enjoy, him using you and you being used. Tears prick your eyes as he pumps forcefully into your mouth, chasing his release.

“Fuck, baby, gonna cum,” he warns, head tipping back in ecstasy, and you hum, squeezing his thighs to let him know to keep going, and with a few more thrusts he comes undone on your tongue, flowing warm and salty down your throat.

As soon as you’ve pulled off him, swallowing and wiping away tears, he gently lifts you to your feet, wrapping his arms around you to steal your breath with fervent kisses. After a minute, you push him away, giggling.

“Tae! I need air!” You pause as a pair of footsteps pass by the door. “Also, we should probably not stay here too much longer. We’ve been lucky so far that no one’s needed this room.”

He nods. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” But instead of putting his clothes back on, he pulls you back in for another kiss, and you feel his fingers tracing along the crotchless opening. “I still need to pay for your gift, though.”

“That is true,” you muse, tipping your head with a wicked grin. “I guess you gotta unwrap me here first.”

“Love you, baby,” he murmurs between kisses, as he loosens the knot at the back of your neck.

With a happy sigh, you whisper back, “Love you, too.”

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notjustjavierpena · 3 months

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Hi, can I ask you why you specifically chose Frankie x disabled!reader?

Hiya Anon, what a great question!

I have a few reasons why I chose Frankie Morales. I’ll try listing them without turning my answer into a whole thesis on the importance of using your experiences to normalize certain things that are somewhat taboo. I started out thinking that my choice of character was random but as I started writing, a few things became evident:

I have little to no relationship with writing Frankie which allowed me to have a blank canvas and therefore not be influenced by previous reader and Frankie dynamics.

From what I know about Frankie, he has an open, boyish, and down-to-earth attitude. He is often portrayed in fanfiction as serious when need be, kind-hearted, and emotionally intelligent which are traits that I would feel comfortable with if I were to be intimate with a stranger I meet at a bar (spoiler alert). He seems like the kind of character who takes things as they come - without the womanizing demeanor that Javier has and the tall and brooding attitude that Joel sports - and is an open communicator.

A few days ago, I jokingly made a post about not seeing myself represented in mainstream self-insert and that Joel should carry me in his big and strong arms. In all honesty, not seeing disabled readers does not bother me much but it might be a result of not even getting the bare minimum in general media either. The post resulted in a few fics being gifted to me. I love that. It’s a beautiful thing that we want to do these stories for each other.

It would be a lie if I said half of me writing this one now is not wanting to do even better. It is a very vulnerable position to put especially wheelchair users in to describe their sex lives when you are an able-bodied person. I still don’t know how comfortable I am at times with able-bodied people writing disabled characters because I fear they won’t put in the effort, time, and research.

Able-bodied people will never understand how intimate and sexy our sex lives are. Being close to a person who you trust is always beautiful but it is quite special for us. I will have to trust you 100% to be intimate with you because I have so limited mobility; I need readjusting along with my long and slow kisses. We can’t get away from you, and isn’t that equally gorgeous and terrifying? And who else could portray that better if not us?

However, despite it all, it also feels frustrating to know that I get three fics to see myself in (some written by me!) and others start non-confrontational wars that flood my dashboard about physical descriptors (e.g. leaning up for a kiss) when I cannot even walk. Perhaps that is overstating it, and obviously, everyone can feel upset in their own way about anything, but if I want entertainment tailored to me, I cannot and if I want a shred of an audience, I need to exclude myself (and I honestly don’t mind).

Anyway… Frankie simply makes me feel safest.

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bb-eilish · 2 years

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stranger things is hot right now everyone wants a st self insert. also literally any apocalypse or horror movie. wanna be trapped in a saw trap with beomgyu and consider dying on purpose

i was hoping someone would choose stranger things-start of season 4 part2

stranger things beomgyu x fem!reader

warnings; mentions of death, vecna, the stupid fucking grandfather clock, sex, rough sex, dirty talk, pet names, dom!gyu, sub!reader,mutual pining, condom use, not proof read yet.

A/N; i’m sorry if the pictures are different sizes on pc, on mobile they’re the same size. ALSO THEYRE IN COLLEGE IN THIS. This is not going to be exactly word for word what happened in season 4, just my interpretation!

Science was literally going to be the death of you, who even needs to know how punnet squares work???

You drag your feet with a prominent pout settled on your face as you make your way to lunch; accidentally shoulder checking people on the way there. Finally, you lift your head to search the soon to be crowded room for your table of friends, or ‘freaks’ as the rest of the school likes to call them.

Reaching the table you slump over one of the benches and rest your head on your folded arms, the conversation you walked into slows to a halt and you know they’re staring at you. You reluctantly raise your head and meet their concerned stares, plastering a obviously fake smile you say, “Yes?”

Soobin is the first to speak, “Are you okay?”

The questions makes you let out a dry chuckle but you nod your head anyway, you’re fine, just…out of it.

“Yea, I’m fine. Sorry for interrupting your conversation” You meekly let out with a an apologetic smile, the group’s facial expressions soften and they all let you know it’s okay. The talking picks up again and this time you listen and lend your 2 cents every now and then.

“You guys ready for after school?” Beomgyu, the Dungeon Master, asks. The group erupts into cheers enough to crack a smile on your face, time flies when you’re with them because the bell suddenly rings and you have no control over the groan that leaves your throat.

“I’ll come to your last class and we can walk over to Yeonjun’s, alright?” Beomgyu says as he stops you with a hand on your elbow before you’re able to disappear down the hallway. You nod towards him with a warm smile and, sadly, walk off into the crowd of hormonal adults.

You turn a corner and, oddly, see the head cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham, crying while leaving the counselors office. Her arms tucked into her chest as she tries to hold in her emotions, you’re about to call out to her to make sure she’s okay but accidentally run into someone. The impact knocking the wind out of you slightly, apologizing quickly you shuffle to your classroom-still thinking of the poor cheerleader.

The pounding in your head only heightens once you leave your last class, the pain is bearable, though, as you make eye contact with Beomgyu. He scrambles to tear the headphones off of his ears to settle them around his neck then sloppily presses the pause button on his cassette player that rests around his waist. The smile on his face has you forgetting all about your shitty classes, “You ready?” He asks as he starts walking with you, “yea of course”.

The image of Chrissy crying comes back to you and apparently it’s evident on your face, “Y/n? What’s the matter?” He asks while waving a hand in front of your face, you decide to share with him what you saw, “Have you ever seen Chrissy Cunningham cry before?”

The words sound weak on your tongue and you hope it doesn’t sound creepy or something, Beomgyu looks ahead with a thoughtful look on his face.

“No, in all my years of knowing her I’ve never seen her cry. Why?” He quirks an eyebrow at you and you nibble on your lip in thought, “When I was walking to class after lunch she left the counselors office in tears. I wanted to say something but I ran into someone”.

“Odd, I hope she was okay..” He trails off, you nod your head in agreement.

“On a happier note, are you excited for what’s about to go down today?” The look on his face has you giggling and you soon start bickering over D&D.

“Aw you guys are like an old married couple” Kai teases as you meet the group outside the front doors of the school. Rolling your eyes you playfully shove him and start your walk to Yeonjun’s.

“Yeonjun are your parents home?” Taehyun asks, the man in question purses his lips and nods. The group collectively lets out groans and whines, Yeonjun’s parents weren’t exactly excited that his friends lounged around their house all the time. You wouldn’t blame them but they’re assholes about it.

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The game comes to a close with a shocking victory from Soobin, Yeonjun, Taehyun, Kai, and you. Beomgyu is left speechless and in denial.

“That was amazing, it’s so late though. I’m gonna head home, i’ll see you guys tomorrow” You wave to them from the wooden stairs and make your way to their front door.

It’s not too cold out, thankfully, and your house is only a few blocks away. You get a few feet away from the Choi’s house before your name is being yelled in a mantra behind you, you whip around to find out it’s Beomgyu trying to flag you down.

He pants as he gets to you, hands on his knees and everything. You can’t help but snort at how out of shape he is, “what’s up?” You giggle out as he straightens, “Let me walk you home” He mutters as his lungs fill with air once more.

Your heart leaps in your chest and butterflies flock to your stomach, “Thank you” You murmur as you look at everything and anything around you both. You come up on a turn and he unexpectedly grips your waist, pulling you into him harshly. The questions die on your tongue as a biker zips past you, directly where you were standing before, a gasp leaves your mouth at the negligence of the biker.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe that just happened. I can’t thank you enough-“ You’re cut short as the hand around your waist drags up to around your shoulders, a stranger would probably think you were dating if they saw you right now. And you really don’t mind. The closeness stays until you both arrive at your house, “Thank you for saving me, again. I’ll see you tomorrow” He mirrors your grin and says his goodbyes.

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The moment you make it to campus you know something is wrong, everyone looks so…melancholy and just off. You find your friends pretty easily and can tell they know what happened, “What happened? Why is everyone acting so weird?”

They look between them and Taehyun speaks up, “Chrissy Cunningham was found dead last night, everyone thinks Eddie did it” You gasp and mutter a “oh my god”, could this be connected to why she was crying? Questions take over your mind as your furrow your eyebrows, the loud bell rips you out of thought and you mutter something about being late.

Paying attention was going to be impossible, you hope the teachers will understand.

For the entire day you were phasing in and out of day dreams, the only thing helping was Beomgyu, he was always there for you and just looking at him made your shoulders stop tensing.

At Yeonjun’s house you decide you’re just gonna head home, “Sorry guys but I don’t think I’m gonna play today, maybe tomorrow” You offer an apologetic smile as you swing your backpack over a shoulder and drag your feet in the direction of your house. The group says their goodbyes collectively.

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You’re currently on your stomach on your bed when you hear knocking from your front door, your mom is at work so you’re the only one to open it.

The person knocks once more when you leave your bedroom and yell out a “coming”, the door swings open to reveal a concerned looking Beomgyu. His left arm is resting on your door frame and you suddenly get a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

“Beomgyu, whatre you doing here?” You know the look of shock is evident on your face as he answers.

“I wanted to hang out with you, you left kind of abruptly. Can I come in?”

“Yea, of course. My mom isn’t home yet so don’t worry about being loud or anything”

He nods as he kicks off his shoes at your door, making a B-line for your fridge. “I’m gonna be in my room” You call out, he’s been in your house a million times before but now it feels…different?

You take a seat on your bed and lean against the wall it’s pushed against, trying not to over think about the hot man who’s about to be in your room with you, alone. He’s the only one you know that can pull off a mullet so well, when he got it you were speechless. Don’t forget the way his toned arms look in every shirt he wears, or his thighs. Lord, his thighs look like a perfect seat.

“You good?” His voice knocks you out of thought and you try not to stare at anything you were just thinking about. “Y-yea, im fine. Thanks..” You stutter as he takes a seat next to your left.

The air is stolen from your lungs as he reaches over you to grab the remote to your tv, you hope he didn’t hear the small gasp you let out- how would you explain that?

Your eyes fall on his hands as he flips through the different channels, his clunky rings have completely stolen your attention.

“You’re so far away, come here. I’ve been worrying about you” He says, lifting his arm enough for you snuggle into his side. Literally everything about Beomgyu right now is setting you off, the worst is his smell. He smells amazing and the only thing you can smell is him, subconsciously you rub your thighs together.

He finally stops on a random horror movie and the arm around you squeezes for a second and you hope to god he doesn’t notice the furious blush on your face. “You’re so tense, loosen up a bit” He murmurs while rubbing your sides, it would be soothing if that didn’t cause a gush of liquid to wet your underwear.

The feeling of his rings slightly digging into your clothed skin has your breathing becoming jagged and deep, you grip the fabric of your pants and hope you don’t visibly look horny.

You almost think he’s messing with you on purpose when his hand slips under your shirt to rest against your bare waist, your underwear is probably drenched right now and starting to become uncomfy. Your mind is clouded with vivid images of him ravaging you in different positions and with different appendages. The possible words he’d berate you with, how good the feeling of his bare skin against yours would be.

The images are endless and you suck in a breath after realizing you’ve been holding it in, at this point you don’t even care if you look horny-you are and you’re desperate.

“Seriously are you okay?” He asks concerned, gripping your shoulders to turn you towards him. His eyes widen as he takes in your appearance, flushed skin, hooded eyes, you’re even panting. You nod quickly and setting back into your position, your thoughts are unbelievably loud so you reach for the remote, turning up the volume.

A minute or two later Beomgyu says something but you’re not able to work out what it was, you raise your voice and tell him you can’t hear him very well.

Why did you have to turn up the volume? His solution is to lean down to your ear and tell you some random fact about the movie. The feeling of his warm breath on your ear and neck has goosebumps sprouting over your skin. You choke down a moan a second before it’s able to leave your throat, a strangled sound in your throat in its place.

He stops talking and you know you’ve blown it, he’s gonna think you’re a giant pervert and he’ll never talk to you again. Your mind is racing until you register the feeling of hot kisses being placed on the juncture of your neck, “Beomgyu..?”

“Yes?” His voice is low and nonchalant as he trails his kisses to and from your shoulder. “Please keep going” Your voice small and he lets a laugh at it, he pushes you flat against your bed and continues his ministrations. His lips are unbelievably smooth when they place open mouth kisses down to your collarbone.

“Can I take this off of you?” He mutters into your skin as his fingers fidget with the hem of your shirt, “please” you don’t mean to sound so desperate but you can’t help it. He makes quick work of discarding your shirt and attaching his lips to you again. They trail from your collarbone to the valley in between your breasts and he halts. A choked moan leaves your mouth as his tongue finds your bra clad nipple, the cups barely had padding so the feeling was surreal.

“You make such pretty sounds, angel”

The pet name has your mind even more dizzy and your hands fly to his shirt to grip the fabric.

“Need more..” You pant as your hips buck up into his black jeans, he doesn’t tease much longer as he takes off his own shirt. The sight of his bare abdomen has you clenching around nothing, “please take my pants off”

“Aww, you’re being so polite, aren’t you? Want it so bad, hm?” His mocking tone only spurs you on and you’re not ashamed to nod.

He slyly smirks at that and undoes your belt, peeling the pants off of your legs as well. He can’t believe this happening, the hottest girl he knows is in her underwear underneath him, begging for him to touch her too. He worries this all might be a cruel dream and the second he blinks he’ll teleport to his bedroom and it’ll be time for school again.

He leans down to connect your lips and the kiss is everything you wished it was, it felt amazing just to be this close to him. While he’s occupied shoving his tongue down your throat your hands unclench his shirt and soon meet his belt, pushing his pants down as far as they’ll go in this position.

He breaks away to let out a laugh at how quick you are, he sits up on his knees and fully removes his pants. The outline of his hard cock through his briefs has you, once again, clenching.

“Let’s get these panties off of you, shall we?

You nod and bite your lip as his fingers skim the skin around your hips. The look he gives you when he spots the giant wet patch on your underwear has you breaking eye contact in embarrassment.

“How long have you been thinking about me today?”

Your eyes widen and you debate if you should actually answer, you decide to just because he’s already pulled down your underwear so who cares?

“Ever since you got here…” You trail off, eyeing his toned stomach in favor of his face.

He flings your underwear somewhere and says, “Poor baby has been wet for so long, huh? I’ll help you, angel. Don’t worry” He assures you, while he digs his thumbs under his briefs to pry them off you take it upon yourself to unclasp your bra.

As soon as you both discard the last of your clothes he hovers over you once more and gives you a quick, sloppy, kiss.

“Oh wait, I totally forgot-“ he mumbles while leaning over the bed to grasp his pants, “the guys threw condoms at me when I told them i was coming over”

He holds the good and black package in his fore rings triumphantly, soon tearing it and lining it with his head. You eye him rolling on the condom and swear if you guys do this again you’re definitely doing it for him.

His arms then find the mattress and he traps in between them, “ready?” He questions, eyeing your expression for any signs of hesitancy. When he finds none and you nod he lines himself up only to push through your nether lips and catch your clit with his head. You whimper at how erotic the feeling of him rubbing himself against you feels.

He smirks at you and gives in, easing himself inside you. The stretch is deliciously painful and you shoot your hands up to his flushed bicep-digging your nails in the flesh. The pain has his hips stuttering for a second and a look of euphoria flashes over his features, you subconsciously squeeze around him.

He bottoms out in you and gives an experimental thrust, you suck in a breath and tip your head back. The feeling of every ridge and vein is borderline addictive and you have to control yourself since he’s only just started.

“Please fuck me, Beomie..”

He groans out a “fuck” and begins to move faster, The feeling of your hot, wet, walls sucking him in has him concentrating on not finishing too fast. The sight of you below him, hard nipples on display, hair messy, and damp skin begging him to mark you, is the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

He gives in to his desires and plants his lips on your neck once again, this time biting and sucking in desperation to leave his mark on you. You’re his now and people need to know that.

After he deems you marked enough his hands grab at your calf’s and pulls both of your legs over his shoulders as he hovers over you. This new angle has him reaching that special spot inside of you and the piston that is his hips forces a loud, porno-graphic moan from you. He takes that as a good sign and bullies his cock into you. You never thought he’d be vocal but you’re not complaining.

His moans only tighten the hot coil in your abdomen and move a hand up to his sweaty nose-pushing his head down to meet your lips once again. You pull away to moan against his swollen lips.

“You’re doing so good for me, angel. So fucking tight and wet for me”

“I’m close, Beomie. Wanna cum for you” You whine.

“My perfect little girl is gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock?”

You nod frantically and wriggle under him in pure need, he can tell how close you are and abandons a calf to thumb your clit harshly. He somehow is able to thrust faster in you and the sound of clapping is even louder, you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t on the edge of coming.

“Cum right now, do it. Cum all over me, angel” His words of encouragement egg you on until the taut coil finally snaps and you whine loudly, arching your back and clamping your eyes in ecstasy. You feel his hips stutter once again and he releases a mix of a groan and a moan of your name as he fills the condom, shallowly thrusting in you a few more times.

You stay like that for a moment to catch your breaths, all of the scenarios in your mind didn’t even come close to the actual thing. He leans down to catch your lips again, this time the kiss is sweet and it has you giggling.

You finally move to a spooning position and it feels great just being there with him, you almost fall asleep until you hear the doorbell ring. Sadly you have to excuse yourself, throwing back on your clothes you shuffle to the door, quite grumpily too. Who could possibly interrupt this great moment with your new boyfriend.

You open the door and your eyebrows instantly furrow in shock and curiosity, a grandfather clock is sitting on your porch for seemingly no reason. You jump a few feet as the clock chimes. Not taking your eyes off of the clock you yell for Beomgyu, each time you raise your voice until you’re basically screaming for him. Yet, nothing.

You shut your door quickly and run to your room to tell him off, but he’s not there. Your bed’s sheets aren’t even messed up? It’s like he never came over in the first place, there’s probably a million plus questions ringing through your head until a deep, bone-chilling, voice sounds from your hallway.

“Y/n..”

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#txt smut #beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #stranger things au #stranger things smut #beomgyu hard hours #dom!beomgyu #kpop imagines #kpop x you #kpop x reader #kpop smut #beomgyu imagines #kpop fanfic #beomgyu fanfic

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kanekoii · 7 months

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Can i req Pom, Selen, Elira, Enna, and Ren where they are watching a horror movie/playing horror game/ going on a roller coaster(idk) with reader and reader holds on to them for dear life?

(I forgot if I submitted this yet bc my requests are just on a note and i didnt delete this idea but i feel deja vu)

lyra's notes -> i did one similar to this (read it here) so i did roller coaster this time ALSO AN EXCUSE TO WRITE FOR ENNA OMG OMG :3

pairings -> pomu rainpuff, elira pendora, enna alouette, ren zotto x gn! reader

genre -> scenario

warnings -> reader is a little scared

POMU RAINPUFF ->

she saw the roller coaster from afar and you might have a hard time convincing her to go on it in the first place. she'll do it for you just because she loves you though. pomu will try her best to not act scared, but she'll be fine if you're by her side and hopefully the same for you. she knows damn well you made her do this because you were too scared to go by yourself even if you really wanted to. holding her hand as the two of you lowered your lap bars, she smiled nervously at you with a giggle.

ELIRA PENDORA ->

she doesn’t care much about roller coasters or the fear they cause for people. she’ll tease you for your fear but she’ll hold your hand the whole time with no care for how much you’re squeezing it subconsciously out of fear. won't matter to elira, she's just having the time of her life getting to go on a date with you and see you being as cute as you are!

REN ZOTTO ->

flirty motherfucker. he thinks it's so adorable when you get nervous and want to hold his hand. like those couples at theme parks that will be like holding each other while waiting in line and flirting, that's him and you. it's cute but to the person behind you in line who wasn't author-san's self insert, it was disgusting. ren obviously doesn't mind. he thinks it's adorable anyway and he loves showing the whole world how much he loves you.

ENNA ALOUETTE ->

girl is insanely terrified of roller coasters as we know, so she's likely just as, if not more scared than you. she'll try to stay strong so you won't tease her, and she'll just make fun of you instead. not like she wants to hold your hand (she does). she ends up admitting she's just as scared as you are and you end up holding each other for dear life.

#lyr.fic #nijien x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijien #elira pendora #elira pendora x reader #elira pendora x you #pomu rainpuff x reader #pomu rainpuff x you #pomu rainpuff #ren zotto #ren zotto x reader #ren zotto x you #enna alouette #enna alouette x reader #enna alouette x you

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tadpolesonalgae · 1 month

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im bak!!! cbmthy#15 summoned me from hades me, reading self-inserts/reader x fics: 😊😊😊 me when the reader is just as stupid as me: unacceptable!!!!

anyway, Tabby, Tabs, Tabherine.... you better not go George R.R. Martin on me and kill off the main characters. That ending really threw me for a loop. I wonder if Rhys and Feyre will figure out the arrow was actually meant for her, or just throw her in the dungeons for attempted murder? Because that's what it looks like from the outside. Man, what a mess she's in. First, the Eris thing-- I never thought about the implications with Mor and their friendship (or whatever it was), even though I was a little annoyed at how quickly Azriel threw that in Reader's face. Like, sure, Mor seemed to somewhat care about her feelings but also not really? Not enough I suppose?

I don't see Mor not doing something she wants to do just because Reader would feel some type of way about it. Maybe it's just me. The IC's neglect still stings. That splinter is still under my nail and I hope it comes out as the story develops, but man that feels so far away.

Second-- I'm dying (haha) to see how her powers would affect the situation? I mean, obviously their surroundings were affected, but what will the blast do to Azriel?? Any crumbs of answers I can get about her powers i will be taking, tbh. I know you *just* finished writing part 15 but I literally cannot wait for the next, ugh. I don't know what it is about CBMTHY but it has me hooked (you know it). talk soon - 🥐

Hi hello!!!

‘anyway, Tabby, Tabs, Tabherine.... ‘

I honestly felt a twinge of fear in my blood when you started going through the names like you were going to somehow know my actual government name 😭

‘That ending really threw me for a loop.’

🤩🤩🤩 thank you!

‘I wonder if Rhys and Feyre will figure out the arrow was actually meant for her, or just throw her in the dungeons for attempted murder? Because that's what it looks like from the outside.’

Yeah, it would be pretty awful if there was a whole misunderstanding between them where Rhys finds the letter that Eris and reader had been using and then reader gets thrown in the dungeons and Feyre’s too distraught to do anything and Az can’t tell them it’s not true because he’s passed out and recovering from a near-death experience or actually dead? Wouldn’t that be awful? 😬

‘First, the Eris thing-- I never thought about the implications with Mor and their friendship (or whatever it was), even though I was a little annoyed at how quickly Azriel threw that in Reader's face. Like, sure, Mor seemed to somewhat care about her feelings but also not really? Not enough I suppose?’

I feel like the whole Eris thing is going to cause some ripples in reader’s relationships? Either things could blow up quite suddenly or she’ll be extremely isolated from everyone being disappointed with her which won’t improve her state of mind either 🤭

I think it was more along the lines of getting reader to acknowledge what she’s done because to be honest while she needed an out and a place to go, it will still have consequences on the people around her, and reader had enjoyed her time with Mor so knowing that’s she might have ruined that would be a good(?) way for her to understand her actions? Or they could just leave her alone and get over their centuries-old animosity I suppose🤷

‘The IC's neglect still stings. That splinter is still under my nail and I hope it comes out as the story develops, but man that feels so far away.’

I know what you mean? I started to write chapter 16 and it automatically went bad I think because of being so accustomed to writing reader having a bad time? I had to delete a couple of paragraphs multiple times because it felt weird to not write something that would cause a fallout of some kind, so it’s genuinely going to be an effort to get things back on track and brighten the story line 😭 it’ll probably take a while, but reader’s story will get better

‘I mean, obviously their surroundings were affected, but what will the blast do to Azriel??’

👀

‘I know you *just* finished writing part 15 but I literally cannot wait for the next, ugh.’

Hey! I’m hoping to have it done soon!! Maybe! Hopefully! I think it’s going okay at the moment!! 🧡💛

‘I don't know what it is about CBMTHY but it has me hooked (you know it).’

Ahhhh I’m so happy you’re still enjoying it!! I’ve definitely said this before, but after the gap between chapter 14 and chapter 15 I’m so relieved you’re still keeping up with and enjoying it 😭🫂🧡💛 thank you so much, it means so much to me ☹️🫂

#🥐 anon <3 #🥐#cbmthy

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akiranzee · 10 months

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Ω • ° ` — “YOUR SCENT”

-> PAIRINGS: M!Dom!Y/n x Sub!Giyuu Tomioka -> SUMMARY: Your omega is in heat, and he needs your help. -> WORD COUNT: 2.0k+ -> CONTAINS: 18+ MDNI., sex, name calling (e.g baby), anal sex, (accidental?) knotting, praise kink, cowboy, marathon sex (?), doggy, missionary, bite/love marks/hickies, impregnation, handjob, swearing, licking, blowjob, nipple play, moaning, ooc giyuu (that’s for sure), & giyuu is 21 while reader is 23. -> A/N: omegaverse au <3. also, HLEP ME THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT!?!?!?! so yes, pls don’t expect too much haha..

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Returning home from work, you called out for your lover, “Giyuu, I’m home!” but no answer.

The house was unusually quiet, as your boyfriend would usually greet you and smudge you with hugs.

But today, it was different. But then a sweet smell came rushing to your nose as you breathed in, now knowing the reason of your lover’s absence.

You walked towards the door of your shared bedroom, and there you see your lover’s ass swinging up on the air with his 2 fingers tucked inside, and your clothes all messy in the bed as he layed on top of them.

He moaned and called out your name, begging you to come near him and help him.

You shushed him, as you slowly took off your work clothes and stared at his ass.

You grabbed your soft dick, and started to fap it up and down, gaining 1.5 inches longer.

You stared at his ass, and he could feel himself melting under your stare, but he still continued to masturbate boldly right in front of you.

Precum started to leak out of your cock, as you feel yourself getting close to your climax. But no, you were not gonna cum just yet. Why would you want to come at your hands while you could have an ass anyway?

Slowly, you took his fingers out of his leaking, needy hole, followed by his white clear juices, and slowly replaced it with your now hardened dick.

You gave him a few minutes to adjust, that takes a lot of self-control from you to not start moving just yet.

As the gentleman that you are, you would always let Giyuu take charge, even though you were obviously the one who tops him.

Giyuu wiggles his ass as a sign for you to start moving. And you did, following your lover’s command, started pulling your dick in and out of him.

God, just the way his walls squished your dick can already make you cum.

Pulling out further that your dick was almost gonna slip out from his hole, you instantly pushed it back in, gaining a pained moan from Giyuu.

But that pain was now gonna turn to pleasure as soon as you started going faster.

The bedroom was only filled with moans and groans, and the creaking of the bed.

The scent that filled the room with the mixture of sex and heat made the both of you dizzy and addicted.

It was as if pounding into his sweet spots, then hearing his moans was a drug to you.

It didn’t take long for you to release, your pace getting sloppy.

“Giyuu, I’m cumming-” You warned him, but it was too late as you had already filled his womb with your sticky, white cum.

You collapsed on top of him and the both of you panted heavily, obviously wringed out from the sex just a while ago.

But even so, the both of you looked at each other’s eyes, and you knew what was gonna happen next. The both of you are not leaving this room until Giyuu is pregnant.

You lazily stood up, pulling your dick out of him. It has turned soft, but oh, it’s about to turn hard again.

You flipped Giyuu gently on his stomach, his back now facing you, especially his ass.

You fwopped your dick up and down yet again, but this time is more rushed, masturbating at the sight of his ass.

You squished his ass, earning an impatient moan coming from him.

You chuckled and whispered seductively in his left ear, “be patient baby”, while playfully swiping and encircling his hole.

You inserted your index finger, and playfully swirled your finger around his walls, while Giyuu desperately moves backward just to feel you more.

He was getting impatient, and so were you. Releasing your now hardened dick and pulling your finger out, you didn’t wait and immediately rammed your cock inside his hole.

Giyuu’s eyes rolled back, and you feel like yours would any minute now too. The pleasure was too much, it was almost unbearable — there's no denying that tonight is the night when Giyuu will be pregnant.

“Ngh~ Y-Y/n I’m cumm-!” Giyuu moaned out loud, warning you for his 4th climax.

“Not yet, baby.” You blocked the tip of his cock with your thumb, all the whilst rubbing his tip with your remaining fingers.

His back was now intact with your stomach, the heat coming from you makes him want this more and more, never wanting this moment to stop. But despite that, he needed more.

He needed your dick to pound into his deep sweetest spots once again, and force him to feel the pleasure. But he also needed you to let go of his cock and let him cum.

“Let’s cum together baby.” You whispered seductively into his left ear once again, licking his ear lobe this time.

A few more hard, deep thrusts, you released his cock and the both of you came together, your cum painting his walls white yet again.

You both panted, and as Giyuu looked at you with a slightly open mouth with drool, you couldn’t help but want to kiss your cute little baby.

You closed in to his mouth, kissing him hungrily as if you have never eaten for a hundred years. You licked the bottom of his lip, asking for entrance, and he happily obliged by opening his mouth, welcoming you in.

You explored his mouth, licking every single part of it, not leaving a single inch behind.

As he moaned into the kiss, you groaned back, as the vibration it sent was sending electricity to your brain, and chills to your spine.

As you pulled away, you licked the drool coming out of his mouth, relishing in the taste of his saliva.

It was sweet, just like his sweat and scent. He tasted like blueberries, and smelt like caramel. It was as if eating a pancake or waffle with blueberry and caramel syrup as topping.

“Ngh.. Y/n, let me pleasure you this time too~” Giyuu sat up and gently ran his index finger up and down on your dick, and you absolutely have no right to reject when he looks like that.

You got off the bed while Giyuu crawled towards you and knelt at the end of the bed, taking your dick in his palms and started fapping it up and down.

He licked the tip of your dick kitten style, while slowly going down at your balls, planting small little kisses on them.

God, he looks so sexy like this. You grabbed and took a fist of his hair, and placed your dick at the entrance of his mouth.

“Suck.” You were getting impatient, and you were not liking it the way Giyuu was taking this nice and slow.

Giyuu spat in your dick fapping it up and down a few more times, after he finally placed it inside his mouth.

Your dick was 6.5 inches long, and 2.5 inches thick. That’s why Giyuu was struggling to take you wholeheartedly.

But as the impatient man you are, you grabbed the back of Giyuu’s head and slammed him down to your cock.

“Hngh… grh!” He was now gagging at how it poked his throat with every thrust you did, and he knew he couldn’t do anything but just take you and roll his eyes to the back of his head instead.

Just like his ass, his mouth had a unique way of squeezing you dry. It was as if all his holes were made for fucking, for you.

You were so enjoying the feeling that you have forgotten to warn Giyuu about your incoming cum. But oh well, Giyuu will still swallow it one way or another.

As you released inside of his mouth, he swallowed it as if it was the best food he has ever tasted. Giyuu was not one to like a blowjob, but ever since he has tasted your cum, he has loved the taste of it so now, he never minds them.

The way Giyuu looks up to you after he swallowed your cum and opened his mouth after was so slutty that you’re now raring for the next round.

Your dick was semi-hard, so you fapped it up and down again as you layed down on the bed, signaling Giyuu to ride you.

And let’s just say — Giyuu had a hard time inserting your dick inside him as he was still shaky and trembling from the last rounds.

But since you’re his good alpha, you wouldn’t mind helping him, right?

You lined your dick in his hole, then pulled him down, hitting the deepest part of him once again, and he couldn’t help but scream out a moan.

You gave him time to adjust, and waited for him to move.

He bounced up and down on your dick, moaning at how good it felt — the way your dick scrapes his walls and hits all his sweet spots sends tingles in his brain and spine, causing him to tremble and shake even more.

He opened his mouth, drooling, and that was a sexy invitation. How could you ever say no to this kind of invitation? You sat up and gave him a long, sloppy, messy kiss.

Yours and his drools were now dripping off his chin, some dripping off his neck towards his chest.

You noticed it right away, and looking at him close like this just turned you on even more.

You don’t want a single drop of saliva to go to waste, so you licked his nipples, causing him to grab your neck and hold on to it for dear life, as you abused his right nipple and played with his left one.

Licking his nipple in a circular motion, before playfully biting it, earning a surprised moan from him, as you flick his other nipple with your free hand and pinched it playfully, forcing him on edge.

You went back to his neck and attacked it heartlessly as you left way too many love marks around his neck, wanting people to see just who he belongs to.

It’s adorable how every single time you pinch or bite his nipple, his walls tighten around you, like it’s never gonna let you go, especially when he’s bouncing up and down while you’re sucking his nipples so violently.

You licked a long last strip in his neck, biting the flesh a little as blood before squeezing his ass, warning him that you’re near.

But that didn’t bother him, no. He still continued to bounce on your dick as if he so desperately wants it. Your cum, your pups.

As you released inside of him, his back arched as he came at both your stomach, letting out a long, sweet, guttural moan.

He was about to take your dick out, but suddenly, he was unable to, feeling pain as he did so.

Ah, that’s right.. you may have knotted him without knowing, considering that you did push him far too deep to your dick.

Remaining option? Switch into a missionary position. You flipped him slowly underneath you, and layed ontop of him, awaiting for the knot to finish.

As you did, you listened to his rapid heart beating, and heavily pantings. It was peaceful, as if there was no one but you and Giyuu remaining in the world.

As the knot was finished, you slowly pulled your dick out and stood up, “i’ll get some tissues first” you told him, and he slowly nodded.

As you were back with tissues, Giyuu looked at you oh so lovingly and caressed your right cheek gently.

You chuckled, “what is it, baby?”

“Nothing, it’s just… you’re even more handsome like this..”

“Ah there you go again.” You chuckled, “spread your legs a little, baby.” And wiped the remaining juices and cum in his inner thigh.

After you discarded the tissue, you layed down beside him, and he instantly hugged you, enjoying your mere presence.

But this was just a break. The night is still long, isn’t it?

#📂 — ` akira’s works!#giyuu tomioka #tomioka giyuu #kny tomioka #anime #demon slayer giyuu #kny giyuu #demon slayer tomioka #giyuu x y/n #giyuu tomioka x y/n #giyuu x reader #giyuu x you #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka smut #giyuu smut #tomioka smut

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raitrolling · 4 months

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Cursed Drabble meta post because i cant help myself sometimes

while i dont think i nailed the vibe for the tumblr reader x celebrity self-insert fan fiction (mainly because i just Could not get through a single fic without dying of cringe. im sorry i do not vibe with this genre in the slightest for reasons that are probably evident in how i wrote that fic) and its probably more wattpad / quotev fanfic tier, i think i did pull off the standard tropes for those sorts of fics

like how the self-insert is supposed to be a blank slate for anyone to, well. self-insert into, but they're always very obviously written to be (cis) women. and the author can't decide if they want their self-insert to be meek and easily smitten, or sassy and genre-aware, as well as simultaneously living the fantasy of having a glamorous lifestyle that people would be jealous of, but she's also totally just an ordinary girl you guys. see, she's got average looks!

and also the combination of fulfilling the fantasy of 'what if my dream man saved me from a scary situation like gross dudes hitting on me', and the fact that the love interest is... often not written that much better than the bad guys lmao. the 'i saw you from across the room and immediately fell in love and wanted to protect you because you are so beautiful' seems to be popular in self-insert fics from what i skimmed through, but a lot of the time the dudes always come across as creepy to me. but in this fic sharle is using french terms of endearment so clearly he is sexy and romantic and not also a weird sleaze, duh

i died the most writing every single piece of sharle's dialogue but also the descriptions talking about how hot he is, btw. the line about the reader imagining his hands choking someone and them smelling his intoxicating scent in his bedsheets both made me want to hurl LMFAO props to people who can write that shit, id rather swan dive off a cliff thanks (tho the hand focus is also due to me listening to that read-through of the foxhole court and the video essayist mentioning how often the characters in that story grabbed each other by the chin. i was just like 'ok yeah i need more hand stuff in this people eat that shit up')

the warnings at the start are there solely because when i was scrolling through the tumblr tags for reader self-inserts i saw quite a few that warned for swearing which i thought was funny since like. this is a 13+ website. you can say the fuck word here and not get in trouble. apart from the cringy dialogue i wouldnt say anything in the fic actually merits a warning, but i felt like i needed to add the other stuff to keep it true to the formatting style that is common for tumblr self-insert fic

the bit with ropikk at the end definitely breaks the illusion and probably turns the fic into some 'lol well that just happened' marvel '''humour''', but tbh i just wanted to include a 'he would not fucking say that' joke and needed to write a palate cleanse LMAO you can pretend that last paragraph doesn't exist if you dont like the immersion-breaking

anyways uh. this was a lot of words i wrote to explain my stupid drabble i wrote as a joke and because people voted for something cursed. you can't say i half-ass anything lmao

#ooc #i drafted this post last night and its been sitting here waiting to be posted

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luminousbeings-crudematter · 11 months

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Alford Plea

PART 3 - Anticipated Penalty

PAIRING: Chef! Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

WARNINGS: it’s nasty, it’s in the kitchen, Simon’s a dick, Reader’s a dick and this is some next level self-insertion. 18+ only.

4 part series + 1 "epilogue", all written, updates every Sat

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Epilogue

Alford Plea: A guilty plea containing a protestation of innocence.

Where you knew that fucking your boss could not possibly end well, but you did it anyway, because what else were you going to do? Not fuck him?

THEN

“Simon,” you whine. “F-fuck just–please, fuck…” you trail off in a moan because the capacity to speak in full words finally seems to leave you. You don’t even know what you want from him. For him to slow down? Or speed up?

He stands behind you on the edge of the bed, while you’re in…a compromised position. His arm feels sturdy and solid on your back, pushing your chest firmly into the bed, while he grinds his pelvis into yours from behind you. Only your feet dangle off the edge of the bed, and his hips make slow, languishing contact with yours, but he’s so much taller, so much more imposing, that he has to bend forward and bring his chest almost flush against your back. The motion pushes him so much deeper inside you, you’re not sure where you end and he begins.

You don’t know what you want, and it seems almost pointless to even want to figure it out at this point.

Your face is turned to the side, watching him in the mirror, watching what Simon Riley looks like inside you. His brow is furrowed—he has the exact same look when he’s trying to block everything out and concentrate on a singular task at work, you realise—and oh. He’s looking at you through the mirror too. Speaking to you?

“...d’you want, sweet girl? Tell me and s’yours, love.” But his words are slurred, drunk from the alcohol, drunk off the way you feel around him, tight and warm and practically strangling his cock inside you.

What you want most of all, you decide, is for him to never stop.

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NOW

It’s your own fault for jinxing the day the way that you’d done.

You’d made the stupid mistake of thinking that lunch service had been relatively breezy, and now hell itself had opened up from beneath your feet to spew the most fucking vile dicks that had ever eaten at the restaurant. Ordering off the menu, failing to understand the concept of rare meat, wanting faster service, wanting and wanting and wanting.

You want to kill them all, and then set the whole kitchen on fire.

It also doesn’t help that despite all of it, the primary recipient of your ire is Simon.

You’re not a complete idiot—you didn’t expect him to…well, you didn’t expect anything from him. Obviously, the previous night was a mistake and you needed to acknowledge that you’d both fucked up and then move on. Except…

Except you couldn’t. You couldn’t pretend the previous night was a mistake and you couldn’t just move on.

He has a certain way of moving through the kitchen, you realise, as you glance up at him from your station while you plate up. There's a method to his madness, a unique grace in his chaos. It’s why the kitchen runs so well. He’s committed to his work, works just as hard as anyone else, and he may be a dick, but he leads the kitchen well, paying attention to the most minute details.

And you know Simon can pay attention. You’ve been the beneficiary of his attention, after all. He gave you his attention last night—more than once—and then this morning—again, more than once—and boy, are you hoping to have some of his attention—

“Chef.”

He’s standing in front of you, looming over you, peering with barely-restrained disdain at the side salad you’re assembling.

“You feelin’ alright?”

You can imagine your face right now—caught looking like a deer caught in the headlights (or a stupid woman looking at her boss that she fucked the night before)—and look back down to your salad. Then back up at him. “...yes?”

“Is that the salad you make when you’re feelin’ alright, Chef?”

You’re only just coming to realise that he’s not floating on the same cloud you are, and you’re moments away from being chewed out by Chef Riley, your employer, not Simon, the man you fucked last night.

“I…what’s wrong with it?”

You’ve never heard a more derisive scoff leave someone’s mouth before. “Start again. S’ain’t leavin’ my kitchen, understood?”

“What’s wrong with it?” You cross your arms across your chest and you see his eyes lazily make the journey from your face down to your chest, and lingering, before they lift back up to your eyes. He takes a step forward in your direction, and you have to struggle to control your breathing and hold your ground.

You hear the lull of conversation hush around you, turn into tense murmurs. This isn’t new. You butt heads with Simon a lot. But, for no obvious reason, he seems particularly unimpressed with you today.

“Do as I say, Chef. Not repeatin’ myself.” And with that, he steps back and turns to leave.

The dismissal stings. You hate to admit it to yourself, you hate to even think about it, but you’d thought that the night before had meant something to him. You didn’t have delusions of grandeur—you weren’t expecting to be treated like anything special—but you had expected him to be nicer. Maybe…more kind. And not only was he not being nicer, he was going out of his way to be a dickhead.

“No,” you gripe. “I’ve made it like the spec says, and it’s good to go. Go find someone else to bully, Simon.”

It’s like watching a car crash—you know it’s horrible and awful and you should peel your eyes away from the mess—but you can’t look away. You have an out-of-body experience, watching yourself in slow motion as you say the words to your boss, and you can do nothing but continue to watch in horror as it happens. It doesn’t even occur to you to shut your mouth.

Simon pauses, his shoulders frozen tight, and then turns towards you slowly. Disobedience does happen, in his kitchen. He allows people to challenge him, to disagree with him. He’s not unreasonable.

But disrespect? In front of his staff?

He looms over you, and you’re already wondering where else you can find a job that doesn’t require a long commute.

He leans forward towards you, and his voice is a whisper that gives you goosebumps on your arms when he speaks. “Just for tha’, ‘m going to stuff your mouth full till you can’t speak, love.”

And oh, he doesn’t realise what he’s done. The hard 180. The professional disrespect. The fact that everyone you work with, everyone, is watching you.

You watch in slow motion for the second time in the day as your open palm makes contact with his cheek.

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THEN

Simon Riley kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before. It’s equal parts passionate and arrogant, exactly like he is.

His hands come up to hold your face in place while he thoroughly explores the hot cavern of your mouth. His tongue fights yours for dominance, and he kisses you for so long that it feels like a fight turning into an argument, then a bicker and when you grind your hips against his, looking instinctually for some friction, he groans against your mouth, surrendering, finally letting you win.

This time, it’s your hands that move into his hair, running over the diligently kept crop until you reach the nape of his neck and pull him deeper into you. His hands feel warm and a comforting kind of big as they shamelessly explore the contours of your body. He runs curious but confident hands along the sides of your waist, squeezing and pulling your hips into his.

He breaks away from you for a moment only to reach behind him and pull his shirt off in the particularly sexy way that men tend to. The way that is designed to drive women like you insane.

This is it, you realise. He’s taken his shirt off, and soon, yours will join it on the floor. Nothing will ever be the same. Point of no return.

You’re less bothered by the thought than you thought you’d be, you realise, as you take a step away from him. You see Simon’s eyes widen, and he runs a shaky hand through his hair. You take your own shirt off.

You don’t realise it then, but you’ve never been more correct. You’ve just about demolished the relationship you’ve had with Simon up to that point, and nothing stays the same after that moment.

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A/N: yeah…full brainrot took over at this point

A/N 2: this wasn't uploaded yesterday (as it should have been) purely because of who I am as a person

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