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YOU HAVE (1) NEW REQUEST FROM @GOJO SATORU . . .

WANNA PLAY SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN?

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NEW MESSAGE @WARNINGS : f. reader, college!au, frat party / exhibitonism, teasing, kind of academic rivals / enemies to lovers, seven minutes in heaven scenarios that are def longer than seven mins, alcohol mention, dirty talk, creampie, fingering / pussy eating.

(1) ATTACHMENT @WC : est. 5.2k

NEW MESSAGE FROM EMMIE @GAROUJO : hewo this is the first fic from the seven minutes in heaven series, hopefully you guys enjoy ‘n feedback is v much appreciated since this is the longest thing i’ve ever written — pls enjoy ><

cocky, confident, insufferable, aggravating… (unfortunately) handsome, these were a few words that came to mind when you thought about gojo satoru.

he’d been in your class since you’d started here — unfortunately at the desk that was straight infront of yours and you say it’s unfortunate because as it happens, you both have never gotten along.

he was a smart ass and a know it all, and you don’t know what you did in a past life to deserve his teasing but it had gotten to the point where you seemed to be his only means of entertainment, having to hold back a gag at how sickly sweet he is to everyone else.

but every single thing you did, satoru had to do better—beat your tests scores, offer to help teachers before they asked you (suck up), deliberately asking you difficult questions he knows you’re gonna struggle to answer in presentations, just so he can see you trip up a few times.

he’d lean back only to scribble on your notes when he’s done taking his own—after trying and failing to use your hand as a sketch book first, steals some of your snacks or lunch with a wink and a honeyed, irritable comment about how “sweets are good for stimulating the brain.” he was so annoyi—

“hey! you still here with me?” suguru shouts, raising an eyebrow at your spaced out form as he waves his hand over your eyes—snapping you out of your daydream to bring you plummeting back to where you’re stood right now, at your rival’s frat party.

“sorry, spaced out.” you hum in response, trying and failing to pretend that you hadn’t just completely zoned out whilst unfortunately staring at the gojo satoru you’d just been mentally cursing.

the same guy who’d also noticed you staring a while ago and is now shooting you one of his annoyingly, handsome smirks before he’s turning and deliberately throwing an arm over the girl opposite him, the same one who doesn’t hesitate to lean into his chest because not only was he annoying but he was also irritably popular, especially with girls—

—not that you care, you want to roll your eyes, flip him the bird but you know that’s what he wants, so you turn your eyes back to your bestfriend as he takes his place beside you instead before you feel suguru nudge at your shoulder.

but if you were to meet satoru’s gaze once more, you’d see that it had quickly found its way back to you, and there’s a ghost of a frown on his features this time instead of his usual cocky look.

“you feeling okay? don’t look like you’re having a good time.” the dark haired male hums, leaning forward to meet your gaze from where it’s drifted away from him and you know you can’t hide your irritation, he always knew—but as wound up as you were, there was always a drop in your guard around your bestfriend.

“sorry, yeah i’m fine.. just bored i guess—“ you eventually reply, and you hear suguru click his tongue before he’s grinning good-naturedly down at you and pushing himself off of the counter, rounding your figure until he’s standing opposite you.

“yeah, i’m sure bored is how you’re feeling—do you forget i’ve known you forever, i can read your mind at this point.” your bestfriend laughs, shooting you a humoured grin before he’s tilting his head towards the living room and urging you to follow him.

“come on, you’re bored right? atleast make an effort to have some fun.” you can’t help but scoff in amusement at suguru’s playful words but you still find yourself following him, allowing the warm air from the bustling frat party to roll over your shoulders.

you pass between beer pong tables and other drunken students, classmates and people you’ve never even seen before alike, even find yourself passing by satoru and his group of friends—or fans you guess you could call them. but you never take your eyes off of your best friends back, almost certainly feeling a white-haired male’s shameless gaze burn into you until you’re out of view.

you don’t know why you’re struck with a sudden wave of anticipation and nerves as you finally stroll into the living room, almost colliding with suguru when he stops abruptly, his lips pulling into a grin before he’s laughing at the confused look on your face.

you know what this is, a single empty beer bottle in the middle of the floor and classmates dotted around different areas of the room, most already giddily drunk while they’re giggling and gossiping at every victim the bottle chooses before they’re whisked away into what could potentially be your own personal hell.

“trust me, just sit.” suguru grunts, his eyes on you again before he’s dropping onto the couch and pulling you down with him until you’re not very gracefully falling into the cushions, and he’s drawling out a “we’re in” that’s immediately followed by obnoxious whistles and whispers from the other students in the room.

you open your mouth to protest—not that you even know what you’d say—but before you can you’re instantly cut off by another “make that three.” followed by a sudden weight on the other side of the couch when you feel the cushions dip, right next to you.

you know that voice—that honeyed tone and the starry eyed glances and jealous looks that are suddenly being sent your way, not towards you, no—but towards none other than gojo satoru from where he’s sat next to you, deliberately knocking his thigh against yours with how obnoxiously he’s manspreading and leaning back with a knowing grin.

you want to ignore satoru, deciding to choose peace when you cross your arms over your chest and turn your attention back to the bottle in the middle of the room—you want to, but ofcourse he has other plans when you feel him lean towards you, his chest pressing against your side.

“lucky for you, there’s not a way for me to win this one. wouldn’t want to see you cryin’ again…” satoru drawls, feigning disappointment even though his words are still smooth but you can basically hear the grin on his lips, immediately turning to him with nothing short of a scowl before you’re leaning away.

“hey, it’s your turn.“ suguru grunts from his place beside you and you can’t help but roll your eyes, not even at him, but because you can already feel your blood beginning to boil, so you’re hissing out a “spin for me, sugu.” and turning your venomous gaze back to the person who actually deserves it while your bestfriend shrugs and does as you ask.

“i wasn’t crying because you got a higher score, gojo. don’t give yourself so much credit.” you reply sharply, a mocking amount of sweetness in your voice and you’re pretty sure you notice the sides of satoru’s lips twitch in amusement at your reaction before he hums.

“oh? thought you looked so pretty when you cried too.” satoru sighs out—teasing, tilting his head back to look over your face from behind his round glasses and the grin on his lips is almost pleased in a way that has you wanting to scream, like he’s taunting you but unfortunately for you mostly, you’ve never been one for backing down from him.

you tilt your body towards him, muscles tensed and you’re sure there’s a deep, less than flattering frown on your face that immediately shows just how much he gets to you when you bring a finger up to point at the irritatingly pretty male opposite you.

“you know what, gojo! i really—“ you begin, but your sharp sentence is immediately cut off by an obnoxiously loud round of hollers and hoots as you freeze, eyes wide just as you’re about to push your index finger into satoru’s chest and the shit eating grin on his face seems to stretch even wider, his own amusement shining through when he narrows his eyes at you, tipping his head towards the bottle on the floor that’s so obviously pointing straight at him.

“well would you look at that. looks like you can win this. come on, you don’t need to try contain your excitement.” satoru grunts, tilting his head as his large palm suddenly wraps around your wrist and pull you up from the couch along with him.

you want to kick and scream, preferably at him but you’re still in shock—this was your own personal hell, and that’s only confirmed when you turn to get some—any assistance from suguru and he’s only raising his hands and sending you a sympathetic look that says you told me to spin for you.

you feel like the rooms spinning, your skin feels like it’s burning underneath satoru’s palm but his hold is still gentle enough where you could break free if you really wanted, but maybe this would work in your favour—a quiet closet with your academic rival and at this point, probable nemesis where you can really give him a piece of your mind? yep, this was gonna go horribly.

satoru’s laughing as he starts to almost impatiently pull you along, shooting playful looks towards the students that seem to be lining the way towards your dreaded destination. until you’re both standing in front of some dingy frat closet that you’re pretty sure hasn’t seen a vacuum or a mop in months, years even.

“you scared?” the white-haired male teases and it’s his words that immediately snap you out of your haze, the same words that have you huffing before they’re reigniting the blaze in your veins and you’re basically pushing him into this stupid, dark closet with a grumble about how absolutely done with his shit you are.

“7 minutes!” you hear someone call from the other end of the door before silence falls in the darkened closet, it’s bigger than you’d expected but not huge—there’s space for you to stand opposite satoru but not enough, he’s still long, 6’3 in stature and imposing, you almost sway from where you look up at him and he’s taking up so much space that you’re almost sitting on the counter top behind you (that’s probably supposed to be full of cleaning supplies) to keep some distance between you both.

“didn’t know you were so eager to get me in here, sweetheart.” satoru drawls and you’re irritation feels like it returns in waves, pinching between your brows before you take a few deep breathes. but when you catch the smallest glance of his stupidly, handsome grin you can’t help but feel the last thread of your sanity snap.

“would you just shut up, gojo? just be quiet.” you bite, sighing (probably a little dramatically) before you lean back—eyes narrowing at the old lightbulb on the ceiling that’s just barely giving you any light, while satoru raises his hands in faux surrender opposite you and whistles at your sharp comment.

“i hear you.” he replies but the tone of his voice still has you grumbling before you keep the silence between you both for what feels like an eternity, eventually letting your emotions run riot on your tongue once more, and you don’t know if it’s because you feel suddenly nervous, or because you can still see him sway impatiently across from you before he’s whistling obnoxiously.

“you’re so annoying, you know that?” you grumble, almost timidly and it makes you want to smack yourself but instead you choose to scowl at the white haired male, watching him push himself up from the wall opposite you. “did you ask me to be quiet just so you could make fun of me? so rude.” satoru replies, his tone almost playful and you don’t miss the way his eyes sweep over you briefly before you scoff.

“aww, expect me to kiss your ass instead?” you return, an equal amount of mocking sympathy in your tone and the comment actually pulls a more genuine sounding laugh from the man, a sound that has you straightening up in a way that seems foreign around him.

“oh, is that an offer? i don’t tease you because i hate you, you know.” satoru breathes again and you feel yourself shuffle at the suddenly heavy atmosphere in the closet. his tone shifts at the end of his sentence this time, it’s low and his words are languid and it makes you hesitate before you speak again.

“then what the hell is it?” you ask, curiosity thick in your words and you can’t hide the way your frown softens.

“nuh ugh, not so fast. think you can lock me in a closet with a pretty girl and i’ll spill my guts? you gotta earn that.” satoru goads, and you think you deserve another smack when you feel a smile twitch on your lips at his words, but you expertly hide it behind a passive expression on your face.

“think you can lock me in a closet with you and i’ll fall in love when you call me pretty?” you sigh, shooting him a humoured grin before he’s shrugging his shoulders and looking at you over his glasses again.

“why? you tempted, princess?” satoru drawls, he’s clearly checking you out—blatantly, making no effort to hide the way his tongue peeks out to roll along his lower lip before he’s stepping closer with heat in his eyes.

you feel yourself shudder with anticipation with each step he takes and you suddenly feel like you could drown in the crystalline, blue tones of his gaze but you can’t help but feel suddenly self conscious as he drinks you up—not that you’d ever let him know that.

“you wish, gojo.” you squeak, but your tone wavers and you know satoru hears it before he’s humming to acknowledge the sudden shift in your demeanour.

“yeah? that obvious?” he sounds so honest, and it makes your heart flutter and your stomach flip—your throat bobs in a swallow and you wish you could say it was bile, but you know it’s not when your brow arches at his words, like you’re deciding if he’s still teasing you or not, and he knows he has you when you bite on your bottom lip.

“wh.. what?”

but still surprisingly, it’s slow when satoru reaches for you—like he’s giving you the opportunity to stop him before his hand is sliding along your back and hooking around your waist to pull your body against his chest. it’s a strong pull, but not disorientating, yet you still feel your skin burn hot where his long fingers are pressing through the thin fabric of your dress, and it feels like it moulds even closer to the shape of your figure—almost like there’s nothing between his palm and your skin.

you scoff his name, resting your palm against his chest and he gives you a few moments, an opportunity to push him away—to yell at him or cuss him out but you don’t, so he shoots you a softer, tilted grin, before he’s leaning closer and brushing his lips against yours.

“hmm, don’t believe me? i can prove it.” satoru hums, allowing his lips to ghost over yours from where his finger is suddenly hooking under your chin and tilting you towards him, like he’s tempting you with the forbidden fruit but as much as desire is burning in your stomach, he’s still annoying.

“you’re such an asshole, goj—“ you gasp when he finally kisses you, cutting off your sentence before it replaced with a breathless exhale and he takes the opportunity to dip his tongue past your lips, allowing it to glide along your own.

he tastes like spearmint and strawberry soda and it reminds you that he’d mentioned he wasn’t a drinker—which means the way satoru’s holding you, touching you, kissing you—is being done with a completely clear mind and suddenly you feel something ignite in your veins before you’re pulling him closer.

you feel a coiling pleasure that’s been building between the teasing jabs and playful rivalry tighten delightfully, his hand squeezing your waist only making it burn brighter.

you whimper against his lips and the sound drives satoru closer, practically pinning you against the small countertop behind you both until it’s squeezing against the back of your thighs.

“hmm, so cute.” satoru groans and the deep drone of his voice curls down your spine, you can’t pull yourself away from him—not that he’s helping, with the way his strong grip keeps you in your place against his chest, his large palms exploring the topography of your hips, down your waist and up your thighs from where he’s pinning you onto the surface beneath you.

“satoru.. just fuck me.” you plead against his mouth, a honeyed edge to your voice that you hope will sway him—something you’d never thought you’d say while you breathe heavy with him, and satoru feels sticky at the words, his first name, spoken against his lips. he feels his cock twitch and thicken behind his pants and his thumb squeezes into your skin before he’s licking into your mouth; burying soft groans into your skin like they’re secrets and he’s losing himself in the dizzy spin of the room.

“yeah? fuck, gotta be quick then.. don’t think i’ll hold back on you.” he grunts and the kiss breaks wet as he stands, taps on the back of your thighs to help hoist you up onto the counter top before you jump eagerly and he’s slotting himself between them.

your fingers tangle in his hair once more and satoru can’t help but continue kissing you, the hem of your dress slinking up with his wrists, slender digits squeezing at the fat and muscle it reveals as his hands stroke up your thighs, pushing your dress up until you’re legs spread around him and his fingers are trailing closer to where he needs to be most.

it happens so fast when you feel satoru push your panties to the side messily and the first swipe of his finger between your folds is purposeful, but rushed, dragging the rough pad of his finger beneath the hood of your clit as he rolls the sensitive bud and you twitch, grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt before the wet disconnect of his lips from yours has you whimpering softly.

“those sure are some pretty sounds, all for me? aren’t you a sweet thing.“ he hums before he’s deliberately pressing down onto your puffy clit harder, eagerly, like he knows you were gonna snap back at him as he spreads you wider. he keeps up the same pace and pressure until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside, groaning when he’s not met with much resistance.

his fingers are long, long and thick enough for you to hiss at the stretch but you feel something blissful flutter in your tummy when you watch him fall onto his knees between your thighs clumsily. he shifts one over his shoulder as he keeps you spread, ready and accessible for him while he gazes up at you from under long lashes.

“look at you, princess. so pretty for me.” satoru groans, his tone still playful despite the trembling undercurrent and he smirks when he angles his fingers inside of you up with angled purpose, like he wants to map out and memorise what makes you keen, brushing them against the spongy spot inside of you until you’re slapping your palm over your pouty lips in a sorry attempt to muffle how needy you sound.

his warm breath rolls over your slick folds, his crystalline eyes transfixed and shining on where his digits sink into you, until his head lowers and his tongue is curling against your clit before he’s dragging it back up.

it’s languid the way he pumps his fingers in and out of your wet heat, complimenting it with kitten licks like he’s tasting a dessert for the first time except you’re so much sweeter. you’d be embarrassed if the music on the other side of the door wasn’t so loud—the deep bass doing wonders for covering up the lewd squelching sounds accompanied with his slurps and smacks that are currently echoing around the darkened closet.

satoru continues to sink his fingers into you, swirling tantalising circles into your clit with his tongue while his fingers drag more slick out, making a sloppy mess between your thighs as he laps it back up and buries his face into you with a loud swallow—every noise so much messier and lewd while your hands grab and curl in the snowy peaks of his hair and he hums in amused approval.

he licks into your pussy with a hunger that’s so uniquely him and you almost choke on a babbled cry of his name as you tremble, feeling him flatten his tongue against your sensitive bud before he’s sucking it gently between his lips and pulling away with an exaggerated pop that has butterflies pooling in your stomach.

your pussy throbs around his digits and he breathes a warm sigh across your skin, your eyes clenching tight as your thighs quiver against the width of his shoulders and your head drops back as his bright gaze cuts up into you. feeling him drag his tongue in slow, thorough swirls over your clit as your hips rock side to side.

“gonna be the fucking death of me.” satoru tells you, crooking a smile against your folds but it’s a confession mostly to himself as he works you with practiced precision, watches your hips twist under his touch before his body leaves you suddenly and he pulls away to break through the suddenly suffocating layers of his clothes.

“what happened to that smart mouth i like so much? don’t worry, sweet girl. ill make sure the only thought in that pretty little head is me.”

a ragged sound that’s supposed to be an insult leaves you at his words and suddenly you feel drowsy and pliant as he quickly reveals the soft planes of ivory skin, shoving his slacks down just enough for his cock to spring out and smear precum along the skin of your thighs.

he is gorgeous, moonlight hair messy where it falls over his face, his hand sweeping it back before he’s stepping forward and shooting you a tilted grin, that’s still a little cocky and you suddenly feel like you can’t get enough air with each breath.

“wish i could’ve stretched you more, pretty. but we’re running low on time here.” satoru sighs with a growing smile, hissing when he feels your fingers wrap around the base of his cock like a wordless reply—a plea, almost begging for him to finally fuck you and who is he to deny you of that.

“hurry up—i need you, satoru.” you manage and you feel him grab you in a strong grip before he’s wrapping your thighs around his hips, but any other words are choked upon when the fat head of his cock finally finds your flexing cunt.

you gasp and satoru groans as he sinks carefully up inside you, his hands squeezing and pulling your hips closer to his as your back arches. his cock feels like it sinks into you forever, he was long and thick, curved upwards and warm and it glides so sweetly past the spots inside of you that make your whole body twitch, your pussy tightening harder around him the deeper he goes.

his fingers grope just a little too hard at your hip, dragging you along his cock as he forces your walls to spread open for him and he feels something ache deep in his stomach, desire heavy in each laboured breath he takes as he tries to keep a firm grip on his composure.

“so tight, princess… you’re already doing so good for me.” he groans, voice low and you can only reply with a sound that’s high pitched and needy when the weight of his hips finally rest against yours and he bottoms out.

it almost hurts how deep satoru reaches, but he’s warm and it lights a fuse that fizzles into something that feels even better, and he feels his toes and fingers curl when you bear down on him eagerly.

he finally pulls his hips back, dragging his cock out of you and your pussy squeezes down tight on him in response, like it’s trying to lure him back inside, tightening around each inch you lose as his fingers dig bruises into your hips and he rolls them back into you, beginning a steady pace with another slow withdrawal.

a whimper leaves you when you feel satoru’s head dip towards yours, his body leaning over you to smear a few kisses along your jawline, working your hips to meet the encouraging pull of his huge hands from where they’re messaging your hips.

the pace he’s sent isn’t fast, but the force behind each thrust is—his huge stature making your body clap against his as he kisses over your skin, teeth nipping at your neck playfully before his lips are gliding along the sensitive spots that have you twitching.

“sensitive, aren’t you? and feel so fucking good. you’ve been keeping this pussy from me for so, long, sweetheart.” satoru goads, emphasising his words with a few sharp thrusts, before his pace inevitably speeds up when he hears you grumble under your breath and he groans again, gripping so tight into your skin that he’ll surely leave bruises.

“s-satoru, you asshole—“ you finally manage to respond, whispery and choked off, but you can’t deny the physical reaction you have to his words, your tight cunt baring down tight around him and you both gasp before his breaks off into a laugh, his pace stuttering as he curses roughly, follows it with a few teasing thrusts.

“huh? what was that? harder? aren’t you greedy?”

and he gives more to you. has given more to you than he has to anyone else, and you bask in it and give back all that you can as he buries his nose into the crook of your neck. he inhales the sweet familiar scent of your perfume that’s now mixed with his cologne and he feels something carnal boil in his stomach.

satoru repositions his feet and takes up a pace that’s a little faster, rougher, pounding into you mercilessly as he marks your skin as his—leaving blooming marks between soft kisses along your neck and jawline and a groan kicks out of his chest when the harsh slap of his hips makes your thighs tighten around him, and you feel your own hips tremble along with your lungs.

“fuck—sound so pretty f’ me, wanna keep you all to myself, my pretty girl. now don’t hold out on me, y-yeah?” satoru tells you, his praise dripping through your rocking body and down your spine and it feels like he ignites something in you. he makes your insides curl and ache as your lips drop open to moan his name and his own ragged breathing cools the spit over your ignited nerves.

your nails dig into satoru’s forearms, pressing as you arch your back against his chest, “g-gonna cum—“ you gasp, lips parting in a pretty o-shape as pleasured tears gather at the corners of your thick lashes, and he pulls away to allow his gaze to jump from your creaming pussy to you, and he feels like the breath is punched from his lungs at how pretty you look lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.

“yeah? let me feel you, princess…need all of you, fuck! give it to me.” he smirks, scratchy and growly, letting his fingers trace along your sweat slicken skin to roll your puffy clit as he continues to pound against the right spot inside of you, lighting sparks through your body and your nerves feel like they’re singing under his touch.

you’re more than eager to give into him after a few more clapping thrusts, arching your back as you whine long and wordless for him. the hot rush of bliss and warmth settling over your skin when you cum, the fluttering press of your pussy throwing you into an orgasm so intense you see white behind your eyes.

“f-fuck—fuck, look at you, pretty girl. that’s it.” satoru grunts, his cock flexing and it doesn’t take him long before he’s giving in to the needy coax of your cunt and spilling thick and hot inside of you. a low whine rumbling low in his throat as his body curls over yours with a sharp groan—pinning you to the cool surface beneath you.

you feel like the moments after stretch on forever, the room now filled with nothing more than you’re ragged pants as you both try to catch breath, his bigger body blanketing yours until you’re groaning and pushing him off gently—but the gesture pulls a chuckle from the tall man over you that’s still a little breathless due to the lack of air in his lungs.

“satoru, you’re heavy!” you huff, lips curling into a smile when you hear him groan and pull back to frown at you, cheeks plumped as he feigns a pout but you can still see the way his smirk is trying to break through.

“hmm, you didn’t mind it a minute ago.” satoru purrs, usual teasing lilt returning to his words before he’s leaning forward to peck you once on the lips with a grin and tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

“you forget we’re still in a closet.” you scoff and you watch his eyes narrow at you before he’s smoothing his large hands down your dress—helping you make yourself look a little more disheveled before his fingers are hooking under your chin for the second time that night.

“you act like that’s gonna stop me, pretty—“ satoru hums but just as he goes to lean in for a kiss you hear a few sharp knocks against the door of the closet, the sudden noise making you jump away from the snowy haired male, making him chuckle before he’s throwing an arm around your waist and pulling you back into him.

“times up, get out.” you hear a gruff voice call and despite the still heavy pound of the bass, you know it’s suguru and you feel your body burn hot when the reality sets in on what you’ve just done—where you’ve just done it, and with who.

but satoru doesn’t look or even seem phased, watching him lean back to sigh before he’s pulling you closer into his side, fingers tightening in your skin like a silent reassurance as his gaze falls back on you.

“aw we gotta leave so soon? try not to look so disappointed.” he goads, but his tone seems lighter when he smiles at you, but you still can’t suppress the playful roll of your eyes because despite the way he’s just given you a taste of heaven, he was still the same irritatingly, (handsome) satoru.

“what do you mean so soon? it ended a while ago so you owe me satoru. get out here and quit hogging the closet!” suguru calls again, clicking his tongue and you feel satoru’s hair tickle the places he’d marked on your skin earlier when he melts into you with a carefree “whoops”, smearing messy, wet kisses against your shoulder before his long limbs are hanging over your body.

“so, you gonna admit you’ve fallen in love with me yet, pretty girl.. or do you need more convincing?”

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lxvxwritings · 1 year

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Eren, my friend...

Pairing: Eren x reader

Word count: 4k

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t acknowledge your presence, but Eren does, and he was going to do anything to make you leave him.

Themes: CHEATING READER (with Eren), modern au, afab!reader, mentions of getting high and weed

Tw: infidelity (i don’t condone cheating, DON’T cheat, but eren’s so fine… and also don’t stay with people that treat you less that you deserve, pls <3), size kink, marking, nipple play, dry humping, thigh riding, oral (m and f receiving), cum eating, rough sex, vaginal penetration, cream pie, dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation, praising, name calling (whore, slut), pet names (princess, baby…)

Your boyfriend was on the couch at your side not paying you any attention. You wanted to see him and he didn’t want to move, so you, as always, went to see him at his house. There was a shitty show on the tv that your boyfriend loved to watch while he was high. And he was high all the time, he preferred to smoke than to see you. And you knew it, but you decided to stay with him because you didn’t want more stress in your life, and going through a break up right now didn’t sound good. It was egotistical, but you didn’t give a shit at this point.

You went through your text messages and saw that Eren wrote to you. That bastard… he knew he was so fine that he could have any girl he wanted, but he texted you. You knew him for years now and he was always telling you to leave your boyfriend, that he didn’t deserve you, and he was right. He didn’t deserve the woman you were, you needed someone that treated you the way a woman should be treated.

You looked at your boyfriend and tried to make a conversation with him.

“Hey, baby.” You said with a sweet voice, but he didn’t even look at you. You touched his arm to get his attention and the only thing he did was to move his arm so you were not touching him. You huffed, you were tired of being ignored. You crossed your arms and tried not to text Eren right now, but you knew that was not going to be possible. Your boyfriend was laughing alone watching the shitty programme while smoking a blunt, not even asking you if you wanted some. You were tired of his shit.

You looked at your phone again and clicked on Eren’s message. Wanna hang out today? sent 17:12. R u with your shitty boyfriend again? sent 17:25

You sighed and answered him. Where do you wanna go? sent 17:45

The response came faster that you thought, not even two minutes passed by. I’ll pick you up, do you wanna watch something in my house? sent 17:46

A smile appeared on your face. I’m at my boyfriend’s, you know the address? Sure sent 17:47

I’ll be there in 15 mins, wait for me outside. sent 17:47

You waited patiently until it was time, you said your boyfriend goodbye and he didn’t dare to look at you, he was in his own world, and sooner rather than later, you were not going to be in it.

You waited outside his house and saw Eren coming in his car to pick you up. You almost ran when you saw him and didn’t hesitate at all to get into his car.

“Ready, darling?” said Eren with his beautiful and playful smile. You smiled at him, looking at his beautiful emerald eyes. Yes, you were ready to leave behind that bitch. He looked at his front again and started to drive home.

“Are you going to leave him?” “Yes, not now, but maybe tomorrow or in some days. I want to think that he will try to see me or fight for me, but I think we both know that’s not going to happen.” You knew Eren was impatient for you to leave him, but now he was rather serious. “I want you to be happy, and he’s not doing it. You cried more being with him than when you were single.” He was right, but you didn’t want to think about it.

The ride went by so fast that you thought you teletransported. Opening the door of his house, he put his hand on the small of your back, and guided you to his couch. You started to get butterflies in your stomach. You didn’t have a crush on him, right? I mean, you couldn’t think about that, but he made you so happy… only with a look he had you on your knees. But also, you knew that he was out of your league, he was a Greek god and there wasn’t a girl that didn’t have a crush on him. You both sat down, and he started to bring snacks and drinks for you to have. “What do you want to watch?” “Literally, I don’t care.”

He put the first thing he saw, it was going to be in the background while you talked, so it didn’t matter that much.

“I thought you couldn’t look any more beautiful, but look at you today.” He said with a grin. You knew you were red, and a little smile appeared on your face while looking at your shoes. You didn’t want to look at him because you will literally melt. “Thank you Eren, but you don’t have to lie.”

Eren’s face was contorted into a idontknowwhatyouaretalkingabout face. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, look at you, why are you telling me this?”

“Because you are.” his face was dead serious. He wasn’t lying.

“Being so much with him melted your brain, princess?”

You looked at him with wide eyes. But the hot on your cheeks was not going away anytime soon.

“You deserve someone that makes you feel beautiful and worthy, and who’ll be better than me?”

You laughed in his face, thinking that he was joking, as always. But he wasn’t. You looked at him again with big eyes. His hand caressed your cheek, and he left his hand in there, feeling you. “I could make you so happy, baby. You just have to give me a chance.”

You knew Eren was a beast in bed but you didn’t know if he was a good lover. With all probability, he was. He was faithful to death and always treated you like a princess. Your brain was going a thousand kms per hour. You didn’t know what to do. You wanted to kiss him and for him to fuck you until you didn’t know your name. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted. And you were here for it.

You got closer and closer until finally, your lips crashed in a rushed kiss. Eren grabbed your hips and made you straddle him, never stop kissing. Your hand moved to the back of his head, and little by little strands of his hair came out of his man bun he made everyday. His tongue was playing with your lips, asking for permission to finally taste you whole. You obliged and opened your mouth for him. Your tongue was playing with his, exploring every inch of his mouth you could, not stopping any minute to breathe.

Your hips were slowly moving in his lap, getting both of you some friction. You moaned in Eren’s mouth because of the pleasure of his dick rubbing your pussy. Eren took advantage of your open mouth to place his tongue deeper inside of you. His hands were roaming from your hips to your waist, repeatedly. Your hand intertwined in his hair, finally letting him free from the bun he had perfectly made this morning. His hair fell in his face, and he was beautifully framed by his long and dark hair.

Your hips couldn’t stop moving, and every now and then you moaned, not wanting to hold back, and even if you wanted you couldn’t stop, it felt so nice you wanted to be like this forever. And if the friction was that good, imagine what could happen when he fucked you sensless like all this women claimed.

He separated from your lips to look at you. “You look so beautiful, fuck. Are you feeling how hard you are getting me?” You couldn't say anything but moan at his words. He kissed your neck, starting at the top, behind your ears. His hands were in your back, pulling you closer to him, even though that was impossible. You were so tiny in comparison to him and that made him go feral. His lips and tongue were tracing your neck, leaving marks behind. He left hickeys in the front, where everyone could see. You didn’t care that your boyfriend could see them, in fact you wanted him to know that you were Eren and Eren’s only. He passed his tongue after leaving the marks to soothe the pain.

“‘want you to ride my thigh, would you do that for me?” He said it in his deep and lustful voice that made you do anything he wanted while looking at you with blown lust pupils. You nodded and he helped you to take your pants off. He was fully clothed and pretended to be like this, so you could grind yourself on his jeans, getting even more friction. He discarded your pants somewhere in his living room and left you with your thong.

He pressed his finger in your clothes pussy and you whined. You were soaked. He could smell you from his seated position. Slowly, he took them off, and with his index finger he made a trail from your entrance to your clit. He had a grin on his face the whole time, he was having so much fun. He licked his finger while looking at you and you almost fainted. He looked so fucking good and your pussy started almost dripping.

“You taste heavenly.” He said while kissing your tummy and caressing your waist. He then placed you between his leg and pressed you down. “Mmmmph” that’s all you could say.

“So whiny just from sitting on my leg, you’re so desperate.” he was so unfair, and that just turned you on even more. He was so fucking hot you wanted to eat his dick until he came hard on your throat.

“Move for me.” and you obliged, not wanting to wait more. Your hips started to move slowly at first, you were a little shy and he knew it. He wanted to see you flustrated. He wasn’t going to help you get off, but before letting you have fun, he pulled up your shirt (luckily for you, you were not wearing any bra) and made you bite it, so he could see your beautiful tits move with every move on your hips. Your hands were in his legs, trying not to fall. Your nipples were hard from the friction on your shirt before, and with the cold air were still perky, ready to be sucked. But Eren was mean, and he wasn’t going to give you that satisfaction, not yet.

Your clit was rubbing perfectly in his jeans and he was adoring his view, with his arms crossed behind his head. Your spit was slowly dripping on your shirt. “You’re making a fucking mess, so fucking desperate to get off? Pathetic.” And you moaned even higher. He was making you so fucking wet. There was a stain in his jeans and it was going to be bigger. “Look at you, trying to get off by yourself. How many times were you dreaming this?” and he emphasized the sentence by clenching his leg, giving you extra friction. “MMMPH” that all you could mutter. Your eyes were closed, but you opened them just to see his beautiful face, with his long hair and that scene almost made you cum. “Fuck, what a slut you are. Are you having fun there using me?” And your eyes went to the back of your head while desperately riding his leg. You didn’t know you were into degrading, but holy shit, that was so hot. You whined while going faster, riding his leg like a bitch in heat. He was clenching his thigh from time to time to help you reach your orgasm. Finally, with a loud whimper, you came, making a mess in his thigh. He then, grabbed you and let you to his room.

He placed you in your bed, sitting in front of his crotch. You were so fucking horny and you wanted to suck the life our of him. You palmed his erection through his jeans and kissed it. His hand was on your hair, caressing you. “So sweet for me.” You looked up at him and whined again, you didn’t know you could get to whiny. You bit your bottom lip while looking him in the eyes and undoing his belt. When the belt was done, you took off his trousers and his underwear. And oh my fucking god, he was huge.

“Open your mouth.” And you opened your mouth to him. He placed two of his fingers in your mouth, making you gag in his long and big fingers. You were still looking at him as if you were in a trance and he couldn’t control himself. He pushed his fingers deeper, preparing you for his big and fat cock. Your spit started to gather on the corner of your lips and soon started to drool into your tits. He pushed his fingers in and out of you a couple of times before grabbing in dick and stroking himself while looking at you.

“See how hard you make me, princess? You’re all mine.” You nodded and he smiled at you. His dick twitched at your beautiful face. His tip was leaking precum and you, as his good girl, licked it clean. The tip of your tongue pressed lightly against his slit and he hissed at the sensation. His hand on your hair tightened a little bit. You moved it in circles, never leaving the tip. Your hand was playing with his balls while the other was caressing his dick. His long, thick and veiny dick was a sight to behold. You grabbed his dick with your right hand and smeared the precum and your spit in your lips, never stopping looking at him. His mouth was a little agape, looking at you in awe. His little slut. Your juices were dripping on his bedsheets and your cunt was clenching from the view. Eren with his long hair down made you have impure thoughts.

Your mouth opened again to welcome his member in your warm mouth, and he let out a breathy moan. He threw his head back from the pleasure and your tongue started to work on his shaft again. You were bobbing your head back and forth and taking more of him little by little. Your tongue playing with him too. One of your hands was masturbating the part of his dick you couldn’t get in your throat while the other was playing with his balls.

“AH.” he thrusted more into your throat, he wanted to feel his big cock contracting in it. The combo was making him crazy, you were making him crazy. “You suck cock so fucking well, I’ll make sure that, no- no one gets to try it ever a-again.” His moans were getting higher every time. You loved how he had no shame and was so vocal. His pretty voice was getting strained from the pleasure and you swallowed more of him. He started to thrust in your mouth, chasing his high, but he wasn’t going to cum in your mouth, not today.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He stopped and pushed you a little to get his cock out of your mouth. “Want you to cum in my mouth.” you said to him with big puppy eyes. “As much as I want to, I’m going to fill you up full of my cum until it’s dripping out of your pussy.” Your eyes widened and your pussy clench at his words. Without another word grabbed you from your waist and laid you down on his bed.

He towered over you, and his arms were on each side of your head. He lowered himself to kiss you one more time. His kisses were demanding and you couldn’t stop the thoughts of other women getting the same treatment that you were getting now. But you discarded that feeling, now you had to enjoy every second that you could with this man right there.

His arms were flexed, supporting his weight trying not to crush you and you couldn’t help but to touch them. He was strong, everybody knew that, but touching his clenched arms made you even wetter, and he knew it. Both of your spit was drooling into your chin, Eren’s tongue was discovering all of your mouth again. Your hand was on the back of his head, grabbing some of his hair that was framing his gorgeous face.

He separated himself from your mouth and a string of saliva was connecting you two. He smirked with his mischievous smile that got all the girls wet, and his mouth trailed down to your cleavage. His hand roamed the valley of your breast while his tongue was making his way towards your nipples.

“So fucking beautiful. Look at these tits, all mine.” And after that, the tip of his tongue was playing with your left nipple. “Ah, Eren…”. You were a mess, so wet and so horny. Eren’s tongue continued playing with your nipple while slightly biting it. “Fuck, more!” You wanted everything of him. And he obliged, biting again and soothing the little pain he caused you with his warm tongue. The right hand was playing with your other boob, not wanting to leave you unattended. He was twisting and flicking it and you were going to cum.

“Eren, Eren… gonna cum.”

“Your nipples are so sensitive… I'm gonna have fun with you.” And again that beautiful and mischievous smile of his. He didn’t stop playing with them and he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

“Eren…”

“Tell me, my slut.”

Fuck, you craved his dick inside your wet pussy. You needed him or you were going to combust.

“Mmmphh, p-please, Eren, please.” You couldn’t think, your brain was like mush, you didn’t have any coherent thoughts, only his dick. His fingers were flicking your nipples and your hand started to travel to your clit, you needed some friction. But Eren stopped your hand midway.

“What do you think you’re doing, mh? Use your words.”

“Please.”

“Use your words or I’ll stop,”

“Fuck me Eren, I need your big cock inside my fucking pussy, pleasee.”

“That’s my girl. That wasn’t that hard, was it?”

He laughed, and he gave you what you craved. He took off his shirt first, and you could see his abs, the most beautiful boy ever. Your eyes half closed because you were so, so horny that that’s the only thing you could do. He took two fingers and wetted them in your juices, so he could stroke his dick better. You moaned desperately. Finally, he took his dick with one hand, while the other hand was at the side of your head, and placed the tip of his dick in your entrance. He was going slow, because he was big, and didn’t want to hurt you, but you were so wet that it wasn’t a problem.

You both moaned at the sensation. Your wetness involving his dick, and you clenched your pussy at the sensation.

“Fuck, do that again.” And you did it. You clenched your pussy for him, making him moan in response. His pace was slow but steady, ready to destroy your pussy whenever you were ready.

“Eren, faster, please, please, please.” You chanted the last word like your life depended on it. “I’m gonna destroy your pussy, is that what a whore like you wants? Fuck.” And his strokes got faster and harder.

“AH YESYESYESYES.” your head was backwards and your mouth was in a o shape. Every thrust he gave made you moan, the harder they were the higher the moan. Your hands were clenching his sheets, his hair was falling in your face. You were in heaven. He was fucking you so hard, you needed his dick like that, you wanted more and more.

“I feel you clenching, going to cum for me? For daddy? I can feel my dick inside of you” And he pressed one hand in your tummy to feel the outline of his dick inside of you.

Oh my god. You were going to die of pleasure. His deep voice dirty talking to you got your pussy gushing with your sweetness. “Yes, daddy, fuck me more, I’m gonna come!”

His thumb was circling your little clit, giving you the extra friction you needed to cum on Eren’s cock. After some seconds you came hard, with a cry and your eyes closed. His thrust didn’t stutter, he was giving you what you deserved. Your pussy was wetter than ever and even you thought that was impossible. You got sensitive but didn’t want to stop. Eren got your legs and put them on his shoulders, folding you into his bed. That new position allowed him to fuck you deeper and harder. “S-s too m-much!”

“You fucking love it, don’t you? Love it when I fuck you deep and hard, giving you all my cum.”

His hips were starting to stutter, he was so close, your pussy made just for him, so tight and warm, he was going to fill you up to the brim. “I’m going to cum inside that pussy.” You were begging him to, and he wasn’t going to deny you that.

After some more thrusts, he spilled his cum inside of you. You felt how he filled you entirely. His breath was uneven, but oh, he wanted to do it again. He took his dick out of you and you whined, because you felt so empty without him inside of you…

But he wasn’t finished. He got down on you and started to eat you out. His cum was mixed with your arousal and he moaned at the flavour. “Eren, oh fuck.” He started to lick you clean, not leaving anything behind. He folded your legs again, to have more access to his sweet pussy. His tongue on your entrance was going in and out, getting everything inside of you in his tongue. Swallowing everything. He was so vocal the vibrations were sending you to the edge again. After everything was clean, he played with your clit again, making you cum all over his face, and oh god didn’t he love that.

“Eren...” your voice was tired and filled with lust. He got up from below you and kissed you eagerly again. His tongue filled with both of your cum, salty and tangy, all together. You moaned at the taste. Making out like this was something you would’ve never guessed. And you loved it.

“Please, baby, break up with your boyfriend.” Eren said between kisses. Your boyfriend wasn’t even on your mind, but that was the signal you needed to break up with that asshole.

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MISS YOU -

[ !fwb jhs pjm ksj jjk kth x reader ]

HOSEOK -

hobi: hi

y/n: ur texting me before 5pm should i be scared rn….

hobi: i miss you

y/n: oh i’m terrified

hobi: can’t a man simply miss his girl???

y/n: i’m shaking in my boots dni

and ur girl???

shut the hell up

hobi: i miss you

y/n: STOP

this is really weird

hobi: ok i’m never being nice again

y/n: 💜

hobi: i lied i’m just a nice guy at heart

i miss you my pretty little petal 💘

y/n: this is a new low for you hoseok

hobi: i told you about saying my name

i’m trying to be sweet to u rn

not horny

y/n: our relationship is literally built on being horny wtf are you talking about

hobi: do you miss me

say yes if yes and no if yes

y/n: ok that is real unfair

hobi: yes or no

no jungkook

y/n: speaking to you before 5pm truly feels illegal

hobi: i talk to you before 5pm

like all the time

don’t make me look bad rn

we literally work together

i talk to you all the time???????????

y/n: u sound like ur trying to convince urself you talk to me

hobi: I LITERALLY DO STOP LYING

y/n: ok yeah you do but you only message me to fuck after 5pm

hobi: i never said i wanted to fuck?????

y/n: so you don’t want to fuck??

hobi: ok yes

y/n: knew it

hobi: yeah whatever

BUT

i just thought i would try and be a sweet loving man for u

y/n: well don’t do it again

freaked me the hell out

hobi: u wanna be my girlfriend so bad i’m gonna throw up

y/n: ???????????

hobi: ok sorry

y/n: freak

hobi: miss ur pussy on my face

y/n: i’m literally blocking you

ur so gross

hobi: ok wtf

how do i win in this life

cant be sweet

cant be explicit

HOW DO I WIN

y/n: ask to fuck nicely

hobi: may i please indulge in the sexual intercourse with you at 1400 hours

y/n: and normally

hobi: can we fuck in like 20 minutes

in my studio preferably

pls and thanks 😝

y/n: sure

hobi: TURN UPPP

that was really easy

y/n: did you just call me easy?????????

hobi: NO??????

y/n: you definitely did

hobi: NONONONO

i’m just saying like normally i’d have to beg a little

ur kind of a sadist like that

anyways

you didn’t make me beg today

dare i say

dot dot dot

ur stating to fall in love with me wink

y/n: did you just type out dot dot dot and wink???

hobi: say yes if yes and no if yes

y/n: stop breathing

hobi: hard

and no not by shinee

this one is by hoseok

but WAIT

(no dino)

if we think about it is by you

hard by you

wink lol

y/n: ur so fucking lame it’s unreal

JIMIN -

jimin: miss you

wanna kiss you so bad

y/n: personally i wanna fuck

jimin: …

is it really that hard to act like you were loved as a child for even a little bit

y/n: all i’m hearing rn is you don’t want to fuck

ur LAME

jimin: do you not miss me back?

y/n: next question

jimin: do you miss me???

y/n: purple

pull ur dick out

jimin: i’m getting real upset

what if i cry rn

y/n: lowkey

jimin: stop talking

y/n: it WOULD be real hot

jimin: …

i’m trying to be cute and love on u rn

y/n: gross

love on ur girlfriend or something

jimin: ur my girlfriend

y/n: i’m ur girl friend you fuck sometimes

the big space was on purpose btw

if you didn’t get that

jimin: ok fuck????

i get it

so like do you fr not miss me back or what?

y/n: for someone who said they get it ur not acting like you get it

jimin: i get it

y/n: get a guitar

jimin: what

y/n: riize

jimin: rise?

y/n: talk saxy

jimin: tf are u talking about

y/n: ur so annoying

jimin: can you say you miss me back

y/n: no!

jimin: i’m gonna stop fucking you

y/n: ok

jimin: ok i lied but were you scared for a second

y/n: not really

jimin: ok idc

y/n: who is ur riize bais

mine is shotaro

he’s a real cuite

jimin: mine is i miss you jimin

y/n: i’m not saying i miss you

jimin: why not?

y/n: why?

jimin: because you miss me???

y/n: i saw you last week??

jimin: LAST WEEK

oh my chest hurts

the walls are caving in

y/n: are you done

jimin: should we just make it official

y/n: if ur this annoying and a fuck buddy i don’t even want to imagine what ur like as a boyfriend

jimin: better

y/n: i doubt that!

jimin: let’s find out challenge go!!!!

y/n: i do NOT consent

jimin: hello girlfriend do you miss me like i miss you????????

y/n: i’m gonna start fucking joon

jimin: say sike

that’s not funny at ALL

say sike rn

HELLO???????????????

SAY SIKE Y/N

IM SO FR SAY SIKE

SEOKJIN -

jin: miss you

y/n: ☠️☠️☠️☠️

just send that to jimin

he’s laughing at you

jin: wtf is ur problem

y/n: why are you messaging me during works hours??

jin: cuz i missed you???

yeah i said missed

not miss

cuz fuck you

you made me look weak in front of jimin

you bitch

y/n: what if i said i missed you too?

jin: ofc you miss me

that was a given

i was just letting you know the feeling was mutual

y/n: that’s crazy cuz i don’t miss you at all

jin: ????

are you proposing to me rn?

y/n: ?get a grip

jin: need you here rn

y/n: i’m trying to work

jin: ok?? idk what that has to do with anything

y/n: i’m working

jin: are we role playing??

y/n: no.

jin: omg i was just kidding lighten up a bit geez

pretty girl i miss you

no even joking

y/n: pic with tears or ur lying

jin: you make missing you not fun at all

y/n: is missing ur fuck buddy supposed to be fun??

jin: we’re still calling it that?

y/n: ??

jin: it’s fine

i’ll indulge you and ur games

y/n: LMAOOO ???

ur age is really showing

talking like a fucking vampire

jin: yeah yeah

what time do you finish

y/n: in exactly an hour

jin: i’ll pick you up

will bring the nice car and everything

y/n: all ur cars are nice

jin: i know

just wanted to hear you say it

y/n: eat the rich i say!

jin: i’ll let you eat me

let’s go bite for bite

y/n: jimin would have a field day with that

jin: i don’t want to talk about jimin while i’m seducing you thank you very much

y/n: ur seducing me??

jin: yeah

you couldn’t tell?

y/n: no?

jin: ur lying

y/n: maybe i am

jin: that’s what i thought

y/n: maybe i’m not

jin: you are

y/n: but what if i’m not

jin: no you are

y/n: am i?

jin: shut up

it’s like nice when you just don’t talk

and stop pretending you hate me

y/n: hate is a strong word

jin: so you love me?

y/n: love is a strong word

jin: fuck you

y/n: YOU WISH

jin: not true

y/n: IS THAT YOU OUTSIDE??????

WAVE IF THATS YOU

OH MYGOD YOU WAVED

THATS YOU

UR OUTSIDE

jin: i’m outside

y/n: ??????? HOW

jin: god knows

y/n: i said an hour

jin: an hour is too long dont you think :/

y/n: UGH

men

YOU MAKE ME SICK

give me 5

JUNGKOOK -

jk: come see me

y/n: ??LMAOOSODOFIDIFJFNDJJDJDJDJ SJDJDJDNDNDNDNNDNFNFNFNFNFNNDNDNFNFNFNFNFNFNFNNFNFNFNFNNFCJ

jk: ok i’m sorry i though you would find that really sexy and cool

y/n: that was really funny

imagined you saying that in real life LMSKDKKDF

THATS SO FUNNT WLMSKDODOFIFJFJFJFJFN

wow ur really silly

jk: i miss you

like so much

y/n: do you miss ME or do you miss fucking me

jk: is this a trick question?

y/n: not at all

jk: both?

y/n: are you sure

cuz you don’t sound sure

jk: it’s a trick question

y/n: i’m telling you it’s not

jk: if i say i miss fucking you ur gonna think i’m just using you for sex and that i’m horrible person that should die

but if i say i miss you ur gonna think i’m a stupid idiot loser who can’t control his feelings and should kill himself

y/n: is this u projecting rn??

jk: can i come over please

y/n: answer my question first

jk: i did !!!! i said both

y/n: you said

“both?”

jk: ok now i’m saying both!!!!

y/n: your just saying cuz you want to come over

so you miss fucking me

i see

jk: NO

well yes

bUT LIKE NOT JUST THAT I MISS YOu

LIKE YOU

as A PERSON

your smile

your voice

your like overall presence???

y/n: why is everything a question with you

stand on business kook

jk: you make me second guess everything

IM SO NERVOUS LEAVE ME ALONE

y/n: okay let’s not shout now

jk: ok i’m sorry

i’m really sorry

hey i’m sorry

y/n: guys i think he’s sorry

jk: guys??? who is there? don’t tell me it’s yoongi he’ll bully me

y/n: you want come over?

jk: so bad

y/n: ok

but you have to pay me in like

JUNGKOOK WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST SENT ME 50K???/!/£:’dn

jk: you said pay

y/n: I DIDN’T FINISH MY SENTENCE??????

jk: oh

my fault

i’m sorry

i’m really sorry

you can keep it

for rainy day or something?????

carry on what were you saying??

i didn’t mean to interrupt

y/n wow ok um i was just gonna say tteokbokki or something

jk: with cheese right?

you like it with cheese yeah?

i’ll come over and make it for you i’ll head to the store rn

anything else???

y/n: ummm no

jk: ok i can start making my way right?

y/n: yeah…

jk: cool ok see you soon

y/n: cool

cool wow yeah cool

that’s cool

wtf just happened

TAEHYUNG -

14 miss calls from tae

tae: throbbing rn

y/n: it’s 3 am what the fuck is wrong with you

and throbbing?????????

you

nvm

i don’t even want to finish my sentence

jump of a bridge cut ur dick off idc leave me alone

tae: i miss you

y/n: no shit

tae: told my parents were engaged

y/n: convinced all you do all day is pop percs and take punches to the head

tae: you can give me head

i miss ur head

and you ig

but like ur head 😍

meow

y/n: meow???

tae: MEOWWWWWWWW

y/n: what do you want??

it’s 3 am

tae: head???

are you stupid

wasn’t i clear enough

ACTUALLY NO WAIT

i miss you🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

what did nct say that one time

girl your my favourite 😋😍💗

y/n: i should call mark

tae: OMG YEAH

you think he’ll sing a bit for us

GIRL UR MY FAVOURITEEEEE

wait no???????

wtf

don’t call mark

are you sick

are you out of ur mind

i just called you my favourite and now ur calling mark?????

y/n: puka puka pow pow 💚

tae: ok but i said i miss you

y/n: k

tae: me missing you

like that’s what’s happening rn

ME missing YOU

do you understand

y/n: yess thank you ur so kind !🌷💞💘

tae: ??????

say it back maybe

y/n: no thanks!

tae: okay lol

the more you deny my love

y/n: yuck

tae: ok never interrupt me again

or we WILL have issues

y/n: are you talking to me rn…

tae: NO LMAO WHAAAATTT i must of forgot where i was for a second why would i ever threaten my beautiful amazing queen

y/n: ok not too much

tae: love you!

y/n: ur making me sick gonna throw up

tae: i’ll catch it

with my hands

y/n: stop

tae: eat it if you want me too

y/n: you lack serious amounts of self respect and it’s extremely worrying

tae: will you give me head

y/n: only if you never speak ever again

tae: ohmygod literally call me ariel babe like you give me head and my voice box will literally melt out my body

NO WORDS

ever again NO JOKE

y/n: the way you lie so easily is kinda scary

tae: i’m not lying

okay I AM lying but like how am i supposed to call you at 3 am and beg you to come over if i can’t speak

y/n: that’s the point!

tae: ummmmm

that’s mean

like you would so miss my voice if i didn’t have one

y/n: if you didn’t have a voice how could i miss it if you never had one???

tae: what

y/n: like ur saying if you NEVER had i voice i would miss it

but i can’t miss it if i’ve never heard it before

tae: that logic is stupid cuz ur saying you can’t miss things you’ve never had

y/n: you can’t

tae: i miss our wedding night

y/n: shut up

tae: throbbing

you make me throb

THROBBING ❤️

y/n: shut up shut up shut UP

tae: totally random pov ur boyfriend calls you 700 times and messages you at 3 am telling you he’s throbbing and is offering himself to you on a silver plater fuck the the knife and fork he wants it messy

what you doing in that situation??

y/n: sending a swat team to his address

tae: i’m your boyfriend???

y/n: ?

tae: YOU BASICALLY SAID IM YOUR BOYFRIEND

THIS IS A WIN

OH MY GOD A WIN

WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN

I WIN

OHMYGOD I WIN

i win

ohmYGODDDD

i would like to thank yeontan and my parents and hybe and son heung min for this win

i owe it all to you guys

i promise to keep working hard

and never let any of you down i’m just so extremely grateful

and i just wanna add that

SMS ERROR: The phone number you are trying to reach is no longer in service!

tae: gf so crazy like 🤭

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yessss this was half a draft for the first fwb work i did so if you see any similarities that’s why but this is also half a request cuz somone asked me to make a fwb piece about them missing you but i lost the little ask thingy i’m so sorry don’t shoot me ALSO obviously all the members aren’t here cuz this was a scrap but then i was like omg this is too silly to throw away so i posted here hope you like >.<

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in1-nutshell · 2 months

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I lied, I don't want Megatron's confession constantly getting interrupted. I want them to kiss, I wanna see Megatron being a simp for his small spider wife.

bonus

Optimus - Thank you for putting aside our differences and meeting me here. And I'd like it to be known that right now, I am not speaking to you as autobot to decepticon but as mech to mech. With that being said, I will find a way to kill you if you hurt buddy

SHOVEL TALK PLS

another thing to tag on, Im sorry I only got ideas after requests are closed, i hope when you see this you have a nice day and drink water.

Will we finally get the confession? Yes? No? You'll have to find out.

I had other request similar to this one so this will have some of their elements too.

Better context, read the last Elita One's twin sister post

Hope you enjoy!

Elita One's twin sister and Megatron confessions?

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Cybertronain (techno organic) reader

TFA

All Decepticon projects had halted when Buddy disappeared through that portal.

Not that anyone would object to it anyways.

Everyone was worried about where Buddy would end up.

Blitzwing’s personalities all agreed to work together to find her, causing a near cohesive flow.

Near, the faces would sometimes have a fit over little details in the search.

Starscream halted all his plans to overthrow Megatron until Buddy was found.

Lugnut messaged Strika to keep an optic out on the space bridges they were thinking about taking in case Buddy was around.

Shockwave was also notified about Buddy sudden disappearance.

Megatron was by far the most worried in the group.

He could still see Buddy trying to reach for his servo.

After 3 days of searching Megatron knew what he had to do.

He didn’t like it, but Buddy’s life potentially at risk and time was at the essence now.

The entire Decepticon group had flown to the city and landed in the center of the park.

There was no way he was going to message the smaller Prime, but at least showing up would do something to alert the Autobots.

Within no time most of the Autobots had shown up at the park.

Megatron walking towards Optimus.

Optimus walks to him.

They meet in the middle.

“Megatron.”--Optimus

“Prime. I have news.”--Megatron

Optimus doesn’t like the look Megatron is giving him.

They look frightened.

What could possibly…

“Megatron, where’s Buddy?”--Optimus

Megatron looks down a bit and clenches his servo.

“A portal opened inside the base. We were—I was unable to stop her from getting sucked inside.”--Megatron

Optimus and the Team’s optics go wide.

“How? When?”--Optimus

“Three days ago. We have not found a trace of Buddy.”--Megatron

“Do you think that she may have been kidnapped again?”--Optimus

“Not likely. There would have been traces of…”--Megatron

Optimus clenches his axe.

“How can we help?”--Optimus

“Firstly, a truce needs to be—”--Megatron

Optimus shakes his servo with Megatron.

“All right, next?”--Optimus

Optimus managed his team to start looking for Buddy.

Prowl and Bulkhead went to Dinobot Island to see if Buddy was around.

They came across Dinobot’s there.

They were worried that Buddy hadn’t shown up either.

Grimlock managed to organize the Dinobots to help with the search.

Ratchet, Bumblebee and Sari searched more in the city for Buddy.

Optimus managed to get in contact with Elita and tell her what was going on.

She nearly turned the entire ship around hearing that.

“Elita you can’t come back to Earth without the right jurisdiction.”--Optimus

“Optimus, Buddy is in trouble. My twin needs my help.”--Elita

“I’m with Prime on this one Elita.”--Sentinel

“What?”--Elita

“What?”--Optimus

“We have orders to get back to Cybertron and that’s what they expect. They don’t know Buddy is still alive. Ultra Magnus still doesn’t know. It’s going to give us and Buddy more trouble if we go back.”--Sentinel

“…Fine.”--Elita

“We’ll keep an optic out on our end Optimus.”--Sentinel

“Thank you, both of you.”--Optimus

“Optimus, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you know.”--Jazz

“Megatron told me.”--Optimus

“…Come again.”--Jazz

“He told us he needed help finding Buddy. She’s been gone for three days.”--Optimus

“Three days?!”--Elita

“How do you know this isn’t a trap? How do you know that Megatron isn’t lying?”--Sentinel

“Trust me, he wouldn’t be lying about Buddy.”--Optimus

“How—”--Sentinel

“Trust me on this.”--Optimus

“…I hope you’re right.”--Elita

A few days later…

Megatron is flying around early in the morning when he sees that same blasted portal open in the middle of the sky.

Something shoots out of it and the portal closes.

He looks closer at the thing and nearly has a spark attack.

It was Buddy.

“WHY CAN’T I HAVE A SAFE LANDING?!”--Buddy

Megatron dives down and grabs Buddy’s waist slowing her descent and flies upwards.

Buddy has her optics shut closed preparing for the worst.

“Buddy?”--Megatron

Buddy opens her optics and sees the shocked optics of Megatron.

Her Megatron.

“Megatron?”--Buddy

Megatron just pulls her in a tight hug.

Buddy does her best to hug back.

“I…I thought…”--Megatron

“Megatron, even after all this time, you still doubt me?”--Buddy

Megatron gives her a slightly unamused look.

“You know what I mean.”—Megatron

Buddy giggles a bit.

“I do, but sometimes it too easy with you.”--Buddy

“Too easy?”--Megatron

“Yes, like this.”--Buddy

Buddy cups both her servos on Megatron’s faceplate.

Megatron’s optics grow slightly but close them when she starts gently stroking her digit on his face.

“Is this fine?”--Buddy

Megatron just nods.

“I missed you.”--Buddy

“As did I.”--Megatron

Megatron looks at Buddy’s optics longingly.

“I love you.”--Megatron

Megatron’s optics go wide as the three words slipped out of his mouth.

Buddy’s optics went wide but then a happy smile graces her face as she pressed her helm against his.

He leans in too.

“It’s a good thing I feel the same way too then.”--Buddy

“Feel what?”--Megatron

“Love. I love you Megatron. I love you so.”--Buddy

Megatron lets a smile loose and closes his optics focusing on the moment with Buddy’s helm still resting on his.

They both come back to the park after Megatron let everyone know that she was okay.

The Decepticon’s want to high tail it to the park, but Megatron tells them to get back to the base.

Begrudgingly they agree.

Optimus is the first one to arrive at the park and tackles Buddy down.

Optimus locking Buddy in a tight hug on the ground.

“Don’t you ever do that again! Do you hear me!?”--Optimus

Buddy just chuckles and hugs him back.

Optimus helps Buddy get off from the floor.

Budy moves her way back to Megatron’s side and takes his servo in hers.

Optimus gives Buddy a look before getting the message.

Optimus turns to Megatron flashing the axe in his servo.

“I thank you for putting the war aside for Buddy, I do. And right now, still has nothing to do with the war, but as mech to mech.”--Optimus

Optimus gives him his best death glare.

“If you ever hurt her in anyway, shape, form, and I find out… You’re going to have to deal with me. And you wont like the ways I deal with things angrily; you can ask Buddy that.”--Optimus

Buddy having flashbacks to Optimus fighting a whole group of cadets because they hurt her.

She had tried to get Elita and Sentinel to get him to stop, but in the end the two joined in.

Megatron looks at the Prime for a moment before taking out his other servo.

“You have my word, Optimus Prime. For what ever its worth to you.”--Megatron

Optimus shakes it before giving Buddy one last hug.

Prime transforms and gets back to the plant to call off the search party.

After getting buried in more hugs and light scoldings, there is a mini celebration at the base for finding Buddy.

Buddy had to make many calls during the party to make sure everyone knew she was okay.

“I see the Spider survived.”--Strika

“Yes, I did Strika. I’m home.”--Buddy

“I must ask what happened though. Megatron had most of the projects stopped to go look for you.”--Strika

Buddy blushes a bit at the comment.

“Well, that’s a story for the next time you come over.”--Buddy

“I see, but one last question.”--Strika

“Yes?”--Buddy

Strika points to Buddy’s servo that is off screen.

Buddy lifts it up a bit showing Megatron’s servo carefully intertwined with hers still.

Strika’s optics go wide.

Buddy smiles sweetly.

“Hmm…I believe I’ll have to make my visit sooner then.”--Strika

“Okay then! Bye Strika!”--Buddy

Strika cuts the video call.

Megatron squeezes her servo a bit.

Buddy smiles and squeezes back.

SLAM!

Megatron and Buddy jump at the sound.

Megatron pulls Buddy closer still holding her servo.

“Lord Megatron we have the—”--Lugnut

Lugnut zeroes in on the servos.

“Oh… My…”--Lugnut

“Umm, Lugnut? Are you—”--Buddy

“ITS HAPPENING! ITS HAPPENING!”--Lugnut

“What?”--Megatron

Starscream and Blitzwing come running in and spot Megatron’s servo in Buddy’s.

Blitzwing throws his servos in the air with utter joy and relief.

“Finally! It’s over now!”--Blitzwing

“What’s over now?”--Buddy

“The endless pinning! You two have been pinning over each other for years and finally, FINALLY got together!”--Starscream

Buddy hides half of her face with her other servo.

Megatron feels embarrassed but knows that he can’t really punish them for this.

It was torture for him too.

Megatron drags Buddy away from the cheering mechs.

“Have fun you two!”--Starscream

Megatron stops and gets ready to go back and punch Starscream.

“Megatron no.”--Buddy

Megatron follows Buddy as if nothing happened.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader #tfa optimus prime #tfa megatron x reader #tfa megatron #Elita One's twin sister

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madelynraemunson · 5 months

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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club Series)

this section’s pairing: bachelor!fwb!steve x fem!exotic dancer!fwb!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors SKIDDADDLE pls

Pillow Princess • deleted scene

Blissful mornings with Steve. Cooking with Shy Girl. Accidental tea with Eddie’s mug.

timeline: this takes place during the 2 week period where shy girl & eddie weren’t really speaking to each other

author’s note ✍🏼: i am so thankful for all your lovely messages about this fanfic, and all your messages about how you’ve all fallen for both steve and eddie. i also love how y’all have a little subculture of team steve & team eddie going (all while remaining respectful with the discourse) and you’re reasoning behind who shy girl is more better off being with.

that being said, i know a majority of you miss steve because eddie is being a little asshole towards us right now, so here is some steve loving as a late thanksgiving present and to celebrate 500+ notes on call me what you want (the main page)❤️‍🔥 -madelyn

NSFW — edging, biting if you look under a microscope, p in v sex (protected), dirty talk, sneaky shy girl and big boi steve; also aftercare and fluff but not really a disclaimer

word count: 1.5k words

♡

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Steve whispers into your ear as he slams his length into you. “Takin’ me so fucking nicely.”

You’ve learned to keep yourself as quiet as you possibly could whenever you’re over at Steve and Eddie’s. You know, ever since the last time gave you away.

This time you’re against Steve’s wall, taking him from behind in an upright doggy, simply because his headboard would’ve easily snitched on all your early morning festivities.

Steve is testing your limits this A.M., your aching core begging to at least let one little scream escape into the energy field that is his room. But you refuse, and Steve refuses, evident by him having you bite down on a rolled up shirt of his, and his threats to edge you if you dare to utter a noise.

And taking Steve while standing? While he pounds into you at that particular angle? It was an all access pass to complete bliss, a fast track ticket to heaven on earth. You do your best to not cum, because Steve would edge you too if you dared. It does require the utmost strength, though because the little nerves that surround your fucked-out cunt were constantly going off like a firework show.

Steve moves your hair out of your way as he thrusts, mindful to give you soft little kisses against the crook of your neck.

You let out a resigned whimper.

“Shhh,” Steve shushes you with a slight chuckle. “Eddie’s gonna hear.”

“L-let him,” you manage to utter through your pleasure. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Steve’s hands travel down to your hips, resting there briefly before going to spread your asscheeks apart, just so the conceited King can see firsthand the damage he’s causing your sore little pussy.

You moan into his shirt as you bite down harder.

“Are you getting close, baby?” Steve asks you, pummeling into you as he rubs your clit. “Is my pillow princess about to cum all over me?”

“Mm — mhm,” you manage. “You just feel so fucking good, Steve.”

“I know, I know,” he whispers as he nibbles your ear. “You can do it, baby. Just wait for me.”

You and Steve chase your orgasms together as the sun goes up.

Right in time for breakfast.

You make your way into Steve’s shower, getting the warm water started as he rolls off his condom and washes his hands. Showering with Steve is your favorite part of aftercare, mainly because he scratches the sweet part of your scalp thoroughly when he shampoos your hair. It’s not like you expected any less, Steve Harrington as far as you know, is an expert about hair.

“Sick trophies, by the way,” you compliment him as you two wash up together.

“Oh, thanks!” Steve grins. “I was kinda thinking of squaring those away to make room for other things. Definitely don’t wanna be that guy who peaked in high school, you know?”

“I don’t think you peaked in high school.”

“Thanks, but that doesn’t change my mind,” Steve shakes his head. “I mean, I woke up without an alarm back then, I was in great shape, and just seemed a lot more laid back.”

“But now you’re a working man,” you grin. “Who does his best, has a schedule so crammed it’d make any 10th grader cry, and sometimes oversleeps because he was up all night with a stripper he was foolish enough to take home.”

Steve laughs at your remark. “You’re worth the extra hour of sleep though, Hargrove.” He kisses you softly against your lips. “Don’t you worry.”

There is one thing you wouldn’t mind Steve getting rid of in his room, though. It was a picture of him and Nancy, at the Hawkins High homecoming dance during their junior year. But of course, you don’t directly say that to him.

Your need to make Steve some pancakes only grows stronger when you hop out of the shower. Tossing one of his oversized t-shirts over your head, you strut your way into the kitchen to gather all the ingredients for your Shy Girl Grand Slam. On days where you, Billy, and Max weren’t fighting, the Grand Slam was something all of you looked forward to in the morning.

You hum to yourself as you gather the ingredients: water flour, a couple eggs, some butter, milk, vanilla extract, berries, a bowl, a mixer, and a measuring cup.

Additionally, you decide to make yourself some tea as the pancakes cook. You help yourself to a packet of Steve’s favorite Earl Grey blend and then reach for a fun little Garfield mug in the corner of the center kitchen cabinet.

There seems to be no sign of Eddie this morning so you can be as obnoxious as you want in the kitchen. You didn’t want to face him, anyway. After the awkward ordeal in his van.

“I can’t get involved with a coworker… it’ll open up another can of worms.”

Your boss’s busy life continues beyond work. Eddie usually leaves Hellfire at 6:00 pm on the week days, and makes pit stops at the grocery store and a mobile home park called Forest Hills until 9:30. So, during this time, you and Steve get takeout, watch some shows, and mess around while he’s gone. By the time Eddie is home, the house is technically asleep.

But now it’s a new day and the whole house is awake. And it’s a 50/50 chance Eddie is still home and about to catch you in the kitchen again.

A loud, obnoxious yawn startles you in place.

“GOOOD MORNING, HAWKINS!” Eddie roars while he stretches, marching his way into the kitchen.

There it is.

Of course Steve is still getting ready in his room when Eddie makes his debut. This essentially volun-tells you to acknowledge him.

Eddie flashes a curious glance your way as he saunters in, trying to come up with something to say to you because, he too, knows that this is awkward.

“Good morning, Hargrove,” Eddie attempts with you.

“Hey,” you mumble without looking at him.

Five days since he told you he couldn’t mess around with a colleague. Six days since he was doing exactly that. How could anything be normal again?

And the fucked up part is that you think about him still. The way he wrapped his arms around you and how you two swayed so comfortably in place. The way he smiles against your skin when he says something to make you blush. And you dwell on your shared trauma — his mom passing, his abusive father, his piece of shit brothers. It’s like you’re from the same universe, but at the same time worlds apart.

And now you’re, aggressively, dipping your tea bag in and out of the hot water as you think about Steve’s face when you told him about Eddie. And wanting to include Eddie. Oh how broken Steve must’ve felt. The fact that he was still willing to be your friend with benefits knowing you’re also attracted to his roommate and best friend stuns you every time. But you suppose at least some pussy is better than none.

Eddie’s eyes trail down to the mug you’re holding. You can’t really read his expression, but judging by how long he fixes his gaze, you know it means something.

“Like your mug,” is all he says.

“It stood out to me,” you explain. “I thought it was the coolest one in the cabinet.”

“Mm.”

Eddie roams carefully around the kitchen, almost if he refuses to take up space around the same time you do. He settles for a banana, fiddling around with it as he eyes you intently.

“Are you coming in today?” Eddie questions you.

“Yeah,” you shrug. “If you need dancers.”

“Of course I do,” he gives a weak smile. “You ladies keep Hellfire afloat. I wouldn’t be here without you all.”

You finally look at him. Like really look at him. Eddie’s tired eyes light up at the connection. You really want to be mad at him, fall into his arms again, but you can’t. Nonetheless, you choose to stand your ground until he apologizes.

“Okay,” you nod. “I’ll come in.”

“Awesome,” Eddie attempts a smile.

“Awesome,” you give him a tight smile back.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

When he realizes there’s nothing left to say, Eddie gathers his paperwork and the rest of his daily belongings before shuffling out the door. And like clockwork, that’s when Steve emerges from his room, with an outfit and hairstyle on the complete opposite side of the spectrum, ready to start his day.

“Hey, cutie!” Steve cheers as he makes his way into the kitchen. “Aw, that’s Eddie’s mug. His mom gave it to him before she died. He refuses to get rid of it.”

“Oh…” you said. “I had no idea. That it was his mug, I mean.”

“Wouldn’t blame you,” Steve shrugs as he gets some plates out for the both of you. “Dude usually doesn’t let anyone touch it so it typically stays tucked away. I’m surprised he let you use it this morning.”

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thea. 20. queer. she/they.

personality disordered slut for old horror films

i block minors! DNI if you’re not at least 18!

i check who follows me. if you do not have your age in your bio or pinned post i will block you.

pls don't reblog my original posts with unnecessary shit, keep it in the tags. i will block blogs that make me uncomfortable with no qualms. don't fucking interact with me if you post or reblog ED content. i will not call you dad/daddy. do not use the words rape or molest with me.

more under cut

(usually) sub with men, always dom with women & nbys

kinks

knives and guns

blood

blasphemy / sacrilege / heirophilia

bondage

some cnc

predator/prey

fear play

degradation

praise

masks

pain

breeding

maybe a little voice kink..

size difference

shit that doesn’t matter but i’m putting anyways :3

men that look like they could kill me (especially tall men, men with pretty hair, and guys with deep voices)

women that look like vampires. yes.

tattoos, piercings

motorcycles if they’re cool enough

good music taste

i'm a major attention whore

hard limits

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𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕�� 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆.

from the writer’s desk: i’d tell you i started this a year ago after deciding i needed closure on post - crying on newport beach about how i’m incapable of being loved but that would mean me unloading all over the dash, and nobody needs that. i’m just a girl, out here projecting like tomorrow’s not coming, and thought i’d share. please know that i love carol, i just had to pick a character that i didn’t have strong emotional attachment to in order to play my villain. motivation to continue this would be much appreciated, thnx. summary: you’ve been stuck in carol’s web for nearly four months now, and you need a distraction before you go postal and commit a capital crime or worse, tell her you love her. fortunately for you, natasha’s willing to offer her services. contains: college!natasha x female reader —— warnings include toxic relationship dynamics that involve infidelity, gaslighting and cheating, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, nsfw content [ fingering, dirty talk ]. → inbox status: OPEN don’t repost my works anywhere.

INCOMING MESSAGE FROM — SATAN 💬 am i gonna see you tonight?

INCOMING MESSAGE FROM — SATAN 💬 :(

INCOMING MESSAGE FROM — SATAN 💬 hellllllooooooooooo??

INCOMING MESSAGE FROM — SATAN 💬 I WANNA SEE U I MISS UR PRETTY FACE

INCOMING MESSAGE FROM — SATAN 💬 pls come tonight. it would mean everything to me

You’ve never claimed to be smart.

In fact, you’re pretty sure you have to fall on the opposite end of that spectrum in order to bother showing your face tonight at the behest of Carol fuckin’ Danvers. Satan. It’s the work of the goddamn devil pulling you from the clutches of your apartment’s comfortable silence where you’d be much better off riding through the nuanced gut-punching waves of disappointing Carol guilt instead of the hell storm that is being played once again by Carol guilt. You even put on eyeliner for such an occasion, because if you’re going to get fucked over (either physically, emotionally, or both), you might as well look good doing it.

Her name’s still lighting up your phone as the Uber drops you off at the curb, boasting a flood of pictures on Snapchat that illuminate the awaiting scene inside of the frat house through blurry streaks of glass bottles and marijuana smoke and the pale expanse of her neck where a glint of her gold necklace flashes is promised to you to do as you wish, leaving behind bruises or lip prints. It’s an enticing picture painted for you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think maybe tonight will be the night she tells you she’s free from the clutches of Maria, her perfectly sane girlfriend that you’ve only ever known through Carol’s jilted lens, and that she’ll even let you climb her like a tree in front of her friends.

Lucky you.

Except you do know better. In the pit of your stomach, you know the reality is that you are in closer proximity than Maria, which therefore makes you the most convenient piece of ass at Carol’s disposal, that Carol believes — and is likely right about how — you’re still wound tight enough around her finger to make you drop to your knees like a good little girl, blinded by her golden halo of hair and the whiskey-soaked taste of her lips and ready to excuse her shit treatment of you. That even feeling like you have her for the beat of a butterfly’s wings is worth your sanity. And despite it all, it isn’t enough to keep you away. It’s not enough to exile the parts of a masochistic heart beating in your chest that somehow loves her, even if the only part of you she loves is your willingness to show up for her.

Carol’s fraternity is co-ed, which means that between all of the brothers, their social circle extends to the farthest corners of the university — they consume a fair bit of your own, considering you have at least two classes a semester with Bucky, sit with them at Wanda’s softball games (mostly so you can talk shit about your high school ex that made the team), and rent study rooms at least once a month with Thor, Bruce, and Val to spiral into late night insanity while you all contemplate the meaning of life and attempt to memorize vocabulary words. You slip in through the door, bass thudding into your molars and the heavy blanket of smoke and sweat covers your bare shoulders as you weave your way through the house.

“Look who finally showed up!” Behind the counter in the kitchen is Sam Wilson, running position as makeshift bartender. You detour long enough for a vodka and Diet Coke, stopping next to the barstool that Bucky’s perched on. He tucks you underneath his arm for a side hug, other hand tipping his own solo cup back as he tries to drain the last bit of liquor down his throat.

They’re good friends to you. It’s why you hate doing this dance with Satan — because at some point, you feel that there’s going to be a tectonic shift between the two of you that dredges up a rift in the concrete and you don’t know who will be left on your side. You don’t know who you’ll be able to look in the eye and lie to about Carol, who would pick you over her. You don’t even know if any of them would believe you or would write you off as crazy as you’ve been writing yourself off as of late.

You tell yourself that you’re trying, goddammit, to shove that piece of yourself back into a locked drawer and enjoy the company of your friends.

“Anybody seen Danvers?” you pitch as nonchalantly as you know how, planting your elbows down onto the granite of the counter while you watch Sam mix your drink. He goes heavy on the vodka, which you quietly appreciate.

Bucky snorts. “Yeah, we’ve seen her alright.”

“She’s in the dining room trying to rally everyone into a round of strip beer pong,” Sam explains. “Last we saw, she got her shirt stuck in the chandelier.”

“The face of class, this fraternity,” you tease as Sam hands you your drink. He can’t help but laugh, a jovial, guttural noise that makes you smile, even though your stomach is currently in your throat.

You bid them farewell and snake through the living room, trying to avoid the furniture or the bodies of other people and almost always fail in avoiding both at the same time as you carve out a path to the dining room. It’s densely packed, which forebodes the game of beer pong that the boys mentioned. You try not to cut your elbows into the bones and flesh of others to make your way through, but your adrenaline is humming at the thought of seeing Carol, the thought of her body glowing in the house lights and the cut of her physique out on display for anyone, including you, to openly ogle without abandon.

“Goddamn, Danvers!” someone yells mirthfully. “Keep it in your pants!”

Whistling down to one thought, one track, your mind lasers in and you’re positive that the sharp point of your elbow nails T’Challa directly in the ribs as you finally make it to the inner lip of the circle around the dining room table. It’s desperate. You know it’s desperate. You'll care about it later, you’re sure, but for now, all that’s on your mind is her.

“For the love of fuck, I—” Someone stumbles back into you, dark hair in frizzy waves and the bill of their baseball cap nearly jabbing straight into your nose. Wanda Maximoff spins around, her eyes lightening up at the sight of you as she grabs onto your wrist to stable herself. “Oh! Hey, babe,” she says with a smile. “Didn’t know you were coming.”

“Me either,” you tell her, trying not to be blatant as you scan for Carol. “Carol didn’t tell me until last minute.”

“Boo,” Wanda pouts, before turning to yell over her shoulder, “Danvers! Fuck you!”

“Get in line!” Carol calls back, and your head locks in on where her voice comes from. Your stomach plunges into free fall when you see her: as promised, she’s standing around in her sports bra and jeans, white teeth glinting and blonde hair curling around onto her tanned shoulders, biceps on display and her arms snaked around — her.

Maria Hill, in the flesh, pressed against Carol’s side and her chin balanced on Carol’s shoulder as Carol makes a shot one-handed that successfully lands in a cup on the opposite end of the table. Carol cheers victoriously, and Maria kisses her cheek, and you notice that Carol’s hand on Maria’s side drifts down towards her ass.

All of Carol’s messages swim inside your mind, the ones where she assures you that it’s all real, that she and Hill are done, that Hill’s holding her back, that she’s felt things for you since the moment she laid eyes on you and just knew; the ones where she paints a beautiful picture of a future with you, the same picture she’s just doused in cheap spirits and ruined for the dozenth time. Your drink suddenly tastes like arsenic, heavy and uneven in your stomach, the room shrinking and heat crawling up your neck in an uncomfortable panic. You are going to be sick.

Wanda’s voice comes through in the midst of the ringing in your ears. Fuck you, Danvers.

It takes you a moment to realize that Wanda’s voice isn’t just a reverberation inside your mind, but is right in your ear. “Hey!” She calls your name again, and you finally snap your attention back to her. She scans over your face for a moment, eyebrows folding in the center of her brow. “You alright? Where’d you just go?”

The shock is fresh on your face, salt water from the crashing wave that’s irritating your eyes — you refuse to let yourself cry, here in front of everyone, because all that’s going to do is open the door to a conversation you don’t want to have, incite a fight with Carol that you’ll surely lose, leave you feeling even lower than you do at the moment. You shake your head, trying to shake whatever emotions that aren’t nonchalant off of your face. “Noth—nowhere,” you stammer, voice an octave higher than usual. Wanda’s perplexity only deepens. “More crowded than I thought. Got beer-splashed.”

Wanda breaks into a smile, seemingly buying your excuse. “C’mon, what’d you expect?” she ribs. It’s a loaded question, and if Wanda wasn’t Wanda, you’re sure it’d be enough to light your rapidly shorting fuse. The thin strain in your falsified smile must give something away, because she softens the slightest bit and wraps her arm around yours. “Let’s go downstairs. I’ll kick your ass sideways in pool.”

You appreciatively take Wanda’s out, allowing her to guide you away from the Carol show and the crowd of people you have steeled yourself in order to not cry in front of and head with her towards the basement, which the frat has renovated into a lounge space with a giant television, sectional that is infamous for its hosting of The Threesome, and the pool table. It hasn’t garnered quite the same audience that the beer pong game has, but less people means you feel slightly less suffocated. Carol’s still got her foot on your throat, but down here, it’s easier to maneuver and act as though you haven’t just had yourself made a fool in front of everyone without them knowing.

Relieved for the little things, like elbow room, you sit down on the arm of the sectional and take a long drink from your cup — if you’re going to survive the rest of the night without your tail tucking between your legs (and you’re determined to further your self-sabotage by going the extra mile to ensure Carol knows she fucked up, even though it’s likely she doesn’t care) you’ll have to be drunker than this. Wanda adjusts her hat on her head and picks up a pool cue, glancing back over her shoulder at you. “Want someone to show you how it’s done?” she teases.

You lift your cup in acknowledgment, smile shedding off of your lips. “Go for it.”

As Wanda weasels her way into the current game of pool, you do a quick intake of who all’s downstairs. There’s a few of the brothers, a few of the brother’s dates, people that are otherwise background characters designed to make campus seem at capacity but not so many people that no one would notice if you threw up in the corner or worse, started crying. You purse your lips around the rim of your solo cup, scanning the company around the pool table. Wanda sidles up next to another one of her brothers, poking her with the pool cue. “Nat!” Wanda whines. “Give me room.”

Natasha Romanoff shuffles out of the way with the roll of her eyes. “Poke me with the stick again and it’s gonna go somewhere less than ideal.”

Wanda flicks her middle finger upright before hunching around the shape of the pool cue. “You don’t scare me, Natty.”

“Your funeral.”

Your eyes follow Natasha out of the way, and she feels their weight because the next thing you know, you’re off the cliffs and deep somewhere inside the greenery of her eyes. They’re pretty eyes, you idly note, and you find yourself mulling over Natasha Romanoff, as a person, as a concept, as Natasha. She’s the oldest of the girls in the fraternity, a senior to your junior, and she’s been around for so long that it’s hard to remember a time when she wasn’t there. It’s hard to imagine a room without her in it, a constant fixture on the mantel that you don’t even bother acknowledging it anymore.

She cocks an eyebrow at you after what’s sure to be a long moment of staring, and Wanda, who is unfortunately more observant than you’d like to believe, begins laughing. “Am I interrupting this little staring contest?”

Natasha smirks. “I could win a staring contest and kick your ass at the same time, Maximoff.”

“Show off,” Wanda grumbles as she passes the pool cue over to Natasha. She then looks at you, and whatever grumpiness dissipates, her shit-eating grin returning. “Now, you on the other hand,” she preludes with a gesture towards you. “There’s no way.”

You drain the rest of your drink and discard the cup off to the side. "You talk a lot, Wan,” you inform her as you walk up to the side of the pool table. Wanda just grins as you turn to Natasha, gesturing for the pool cue. “Let me have a go.”

Natasha acquiesces and passes you the pool cue, giving you the space you need coupled with a low nod of encouragement. There are a few clusters of balls around the table and you’re trying to eye up a shot that’ll give you not only a handful of points, but will get Wanda off your back — even if you are grateful for the timing of her diversions.

Unfortunately, it’s not enough; you can still hear the laughter and music through the walls from upstairs, a raucous noise that scatters your train of thought. Is it Carol? What’s she doing? What’s she whispering into Hill’s ear? Does she know you’re even here? Does she care?

Probably not.

You take the shot without thinking, balls ricocheting off the sides of the pool table. Wanda barks out a laugh. “Really? That’s the best you’ve got?”

“Just getting warmed up,” you say stiffly, handing the pool cue off.

Wanda’s face is alight with amusement, nodding slowly as she moves around the pool table for her next shot. “Okay.”

You’re too far in your head, and you know it. You’re content to linger on the outskirts of the game while everyone else that Wanda goes about recruiting takes their turn. It’s a few minutes or an hour before the cue ends up back in your hand, like a rickety sort of clockwork that is unexpected but also entirely predictable. You assess the situation and find a decent enough angle now that the game has progressed, significantly so.

You bend over slightly, eyes fixed on a blue ten that’s not too far from the cue. Before you can make the shot, you hear someone behind you muttering. “Do it like this.”

When you glance over your shoulder, it’s Natasha, only a few inches from where you stand, hands hesitating before she reaches out. “Back up,” she guides, her hands stationing on your hips and forcing you to take a half-shuffle of a step backwards. “And lift your elbow like this.” You’re clay and she shapes you how she wishes, her touch feather light. “Okay. Now try.”

You do exactly as she says, pool cue shooting from your hand and colliding with the cue ball. The ten you’ve had your eyes on sails into the pocket without any interference.

“Nice shot, sweetheart,” Natasha says, her voice ghosting along the back of your spine. As you straighten up, you glance behind you, noticing the faint grin along the curve of her lips.

“Well that wasn’t sexual at all,” Wanda comments with a low whistle as the pool cue returns to her grip. “Do losers get laid still? I wouldn’t know.” With a toothy flash of a grin, she draws the cue back and makes another shot — you’re not entirely focused on her efforts, thanks to the gravity of Natasha’s sights still pressing deep into your skin.

Wanda talks a big enough game that she recruits nearly everyone standing around the pool shot to give it a go, which provides a window of opportunity for Natasha to brush a hand along your shoulder and steal you away. “Up for a smoke?” she asks, and you nod. You allow her to lead the way out through the basement’s French doors, slipping outside into the backyard where the sky is dotted with stars, the air smells only the slightest bit cleaner, and the music is nothing but a dull pulse from inside the house.

Natasha steers you away from the patio where other fraternity brothers and their guests are sitting around, enjoying their drinks and laughing amongst their idle, stoned conversations around the fire pit. You follow her into the grass, trailing around the side of the house until the two of you don’t have any other company aside from each other and Thor’s knockout rose bushes that he takes great pride in.

She leans up against the wall, hands fishing in the pocket of her jacket for her lighter. For someone who’s devoted the rest of their evening to shooting metaphorical (or even literal) middle fingers in Carol’s direction, you’re still too far on edge to be nonchalant about any of it. The quiet is all consuming, maddening inside of your buzzing mind. Natasha produces a joint, embers burning on the end as she lights it and brings it up to her lips. You’re left to watch as she takes a long, casual drag, a cloud of smoke billowing from her lips on the exhale. Her wrist then extends, offering the joint up; if there is such a thing as too eager, you’d be the poster child for it, the way you pluck it from her fingers and take a hit.

“Something on your mind?” she asks, her voice a low drag of gravel against the muted bass thud inside of the house. You open an eye and glance over at her, her green eyes burning holes through you as she watches.

“Eh,” you mutter half-heartedly with a shrug. “Not worth it.”

You pass the joint back to her after you take one more drag, your eyes fixed on the steady stream of smoke that you forcibly control the exit from your mouth. It’s nice to have control over something, you think, even if it is, to some degree, just seeing how long you can hold your breath.

“Seems like you could use a distraction,” Natasha comments, fingers idly rolling the joint between her fingers as smoke still curls from the tip.

You laugh, a low and guttural noise that’s passive at best. “Yeah, probably.”

Natasha turns so her entire body is facing you, and it doesn’t register, the way that she’s looking at you, until you feel her brush your hair off of your face. Your eyes fully open, somewhat surprised by the action, watching her carefully. Natasha’s a lot of things, but gentle isn’t one you’d readily associate with her. It’s almost like she’s handling you like glass, waiting for the right moment to shatter you. It’s a hiccup in your chest, a strange feeling washing over your body.

“Let me distract you, then.” She says it simply, like it’s the most logical conclusion to arrive at.

“Nat, what...”

“C’mere.” One of her hands encircles your wrist, guiding you closer. You follow wordlessly in her guidance, unsure of what she’s doing or what’s to come. She takes another hit of the joint, her eyes glowing the same way the end of the joint does, a low burning fire that seems to grow hotter the longer your eyes are connected.

The hand holding your wrist slides up your body until she’s cupping your jaw, her thumb darting across the expanse of your face to swipe across your lips in a prompt to open them. She lowers the joint, bringing her face inches away from your own as her mouth forms a perfect circle and releases smoke. You’ve shotgunned weed before, but never at such a close proximity. Natasha breathes out and you breathe in, eyes fluttering shut at the intimacy of the moment.

“Gonna let me distract you some more?” she whispers, and you barely register yourself nodding before her lips capture your own. Her mouth is plush and soft but nothing about her is gentle anymore — this is where she forces a spiderwebbing crack across your surface, the deft way in which she manipulates your lips to do exactly as she’d like, her tongue skating across the skin and opening your mouth to allow her access. You can’t help but to sigh into the kiss. She is exactly what she claims she is: a distraction, a welcome reprieve, and the golden halo around Carol’s head seems fuzzy and jilted now.

Natasha kisses you like she’s trying to set you on fire; at some point she has absconded the joint and ground out its remnants into the mulch, both her hands cupping your face as she boxes you in with her legs and adjusts the two of you so your back is now flush against the wall. “How’s this?” she murmurs against your ear, lips starting a descent down your neck that is feather light and the gentle scrape of her teeth.

“Very... very distracting,” you stammer out, fingers curling into fiery red hair.

“Good,” Natasha hums, her mouth vibrating over a particularly sensitive spot on your collarbone that causes your grip in her hair to tighten. “Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be so far in your head.”

You nod, thankful for the reward of her body pressing against yours.

“What d’you say?” Her voice ghosts over your skin, and for a moment, you’re not sure what it is she’s asking. It takes a moment, the weed and the liquor clouding your mind, but the dig of Natasha’s blunt fingernails into your hips and the graze of her teeth along your skin serves as motivation. “Huh? What d’you say, princess?”

“Thank you,” you gasp, the feeling of her mouth tightening around your skin wet and hot sending a glimmer of electricity down your spinal cord. Natasha chuckles, a dark and melodic noise that buzzes through your body.

“You’re welcome,” she croons. “’S that all you needed? Or do you need more?”

More. It’s the knee jerk response you have, the way your world has narrowed down to just her and the scent of her heady perfume and each individual curve of muscle is now flush against you. Your eyes open only to see Natasha grinning like she’s the fuckin’ devil.

Maybe you were misplaced somehow.

Natasha’s hands drag over your sides, up and down roughly as she kisses you and forces your legs farther apart so she’s able to snake one of her thighs in between them. She rucks your top up on the edges, fingers brushing over your skin in a delightful contrast to the cool evening air. Natasha is hot, her touch burning and singeing the skin wherever it moves. She’s painting you out of ashes and making you into something beautiful, something uniquely her own. Her hands slip underneath your shirt and you feel one hand trail upwards, fingers wrapping around your breast before squeezing. It elicits another tiny moan from you, which Natasha swallows down with a kiss. “Shh,” she hisses against your lips. “Be quiet.”

You arch into her touch as her fingers slip beneath the cup of your bra and pinch your nipple tight, another squeak of pleasure groaned into her mouth. It only encourages her further, the other hand of hers moving in the opposite direction. “Want me to touch you?” she whispers in your ear while you press your mouth into her shoulder, breath warm against your ear and her teeth just barely missing your earlobe. “Bet you’re not distracted now; only thing you and that pussy are thinking about is me, huh?”

“Fuck, Nat,” you mumble into her skin.

“Yeah you are,” she replies with a shit eating grin, your head tilting back until it roughly meets the back of the wall as her hand goes up your skirt.

You’d been meticulous prior to coming over, thinking on whatever lone star trailing in the sky that you’d be seducing Carol tonight; you’d purposefully worn your skimpiest pair of underwear just to show her what she could have if she was with you. It’s only when you see the look on Natasha’s face, the way her pupils dilate and her jaw slackens the slightest bit as her fingers skim in between the folds of your thigh and vulva and feels lace that you feel something resembling satisfaction. “You came ready for a distraction, princess,” she grumbles, moving your underwear to the side and swiping her fingers through what is now sheer want dripping from you. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

“N... Nat,” you whine, squirming around in the pursuit of pressure. “Touch me.”

She places the tip of her finger at your entrance, just barely teasing it in. “Ask nicely, honey.”

The words spill from your lips without thought. “Please, Nat, please touch me, fuck m—” She cuts you off as she slips her finger inside of you and you all but rocket up the side of the wall at the feeling. Her free hand, still underneath your shirt, wrestles out from beneath the fabric and is slapped over your mouth to muffle whatever noise you make.

“Thought I told you to be quiet,” she says between her gritted teeth. “Here.” She presses her index and middle fingers against your lips and you acquiesce, opening them wide enough to allow them to slip in. “Suck.”

You do as you’re told, happy to oblige as she begins to finger you. There’s nothing soft or sweet about the way she fucks you; she adds another finger and finds a steady rhythm, curling each time she’s knuckle deep inside of you just so she can be rewarded with you humming around the fingers in your mouth. It amuses her to some extent, the way her eyes have darkened and her mouth is slightly agape. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and considering how tight you are wound, you’re not going to last long.

"Clench around me, pretty girl,” she hisses amongst the other litany of dirty things she’s whispering in your ear. “Such a sweet pussy, does whatever I ask it to; what if I want this pussy all to myself? You gonna let me have it?”

You nod, Natasha withdrawing her fingers from your mouth before she hauls you in for the filthiest kiss of your life. “Fuck,” you whimper against her lips. “Yours, Nat, your pussy.”

“Yeah, I know. This is my pussy now, all tight and hot and wet and desperate just for me. This was what you needed, wasn’t it? Needed me to fuck you silly until you forget how to put one foot in front of the other.”

“Please, Nat, gonna...”

“What?” she teases, her thumb flicking across your clit and you know that she’s doomed you, mind and body barreling down a track that there is no return from. “What, baby? Use your words.”

“Gonna come,” you manage to get out, and she fucking laughs.

“‘S right,” she agrees. “Gonna make this little pussy come all over my fingers, since I’m the only one who can. That right?” You nod; her fingers tighten in your hair and pull your head back so your neck is exposed for her. “C’mon, baby, wanna see you make a mess on my hand. Come for me like a good little slut. You know you want to.” You do, you do, and everything is bordering on the edge of too much the way Natasha is sucking your neck and rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Show me who’s pussy this is. Come.”

Another few thrusts and flicks of your clit and you are gone, Natasha bringing her mouth back to yours to swallow the keens and cries of you hitting your climax. The brick wall underneath you scratches at your shirt but it is a heavenly feeling, losing control underneath Natasha. She just smiles when she pulls away and you slump into her, perfectly sated.

“That was hot,” she says with a wicked grin, pulling her fingers out of you. She doesn’t break eye contact as she brings them up to her lips, sucking your taste off of them. Her eyes alight with pleasure, a contented hum reverberating from her vocal cords. “Thanks, pretty girl.”

Beat that, Danvers.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow x reader #black widow x you #black widow imagine #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #avengers fanfiction #avengers imagine #carlie writes things #writing: fics #i am a fan of wanda starting shit tysm #let wanda be the villain if she wants!!!! <3 #i have played pool exactly 0 times before so leave me alone

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anincompletelist · 4 months

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six sentence sunday :D

OH BOY I AM SO LATE TO THIS TODAY! thank you to @getmehighonmagic @kiwiana-writes @firenati0n @ninzied @sparklepocalypse @magicandarchery @affectionatelyrs YA'LL ARE AMAZING AS PER USUAL !!!!! I loved reading everything ya'll had to share :')

okay this snippet goes out to @firenati0n I adore you and probably would not already have 5k of this silly little random new wip already written if it weren't for our late night yelling over discord kshdkjsdh <3 (I owe you my LIFE for coming up with the usernames omg)

so here's a bit of what I guess we're calling the anonymous server fic?? enjoy!

EarlGreyEnthusiast: Your ability to separate a single thought into nine different messages is quite impressive, but I can’t say I’m surprised given your handle. I’m honored you think I’m both wise and nice. EarlGreyEnthusiast: I’m very sorry to hear that you had a ‘supremely awful’ day. Would you like to talk about it? quadespressolover: yes quadespressolover: pls quadespressolover: but like quadespressolover: only if u have the time. quadespressolover: i don’t wanna be annoying and i tend to ramble [ EarlGreyEnthusiast is typing… ] EarlGreyEnthusiast: I have time.

OPEN TAG to anyone who has not done this already, but also -- @daisymae-12 @read-and-write- @nocoastposts @wordsofhoneydew @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inexplicablymine @firstsprinces @littlemisskittentoes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @zwiazdziarka @iboatedhere @eusuntgratie

I''m a little bit scattered today so I apologize if I tagged you and you've already posted, please let me know if that's the case so I can go read!!

I hope everyone's having a wonderful weekend and doing well! :D

#wips #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb fic

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kooktrash · 6 months

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just an insight on what writers have to deal with in regards to inclusivity for everyone:

I’ll start off by saying I’m obvi hiding their username for anonymity but I just wanna show yall what it’s like to be a writer these days on tumblr 💀

I’ve never explicitly said my writing is only for poc or only for white. I purposely try and leave that out of my writing bc I want everyone to feel included. the sugar daddy fic this user is referring to is I believe Lace & Luxury where I never once said it was a black character. does this mean I would never write a black/poc character? ofc not, it just means that I don’t specify race/ethnicity, etc or how will it be inclusive for all? and the immediate jumping to conclusions bc a character in my fic has y2k style or bc of a moodboard pic [of a white person with a heavy tan I found off pinterest] leads the idea that it’s poc is weeeiiiiirrrrrddddd bc even if it was, i don’t see how it would be such a problem to read the tags

if anything I feel like there should be MORE writing for poc

this person is talking about wanting “inclusivity” but they’re upset that a character might be a poc or overweight bc it doesn’t describe them?

finally this strange need to be a victim by saying “do you have a grudge against skinny people” literally BAFFLED ME, bc I went on their blog where they reblogged a post about how skinny people are ignored LIKE WHATTTTT

I’ve been reading fanfiction since I was 13 in 2014 and I could never read a story about a brown character but there were a billion carbon copy fics of a blonde/ginger, skinny main character. I would read them bc what other option did I have? that’s why this upsets me because one)

I don’t ever specify my character’s race/color/weight so for someone to make assumptions and then message me trying to ask me to change the way I write is weeeeeirrrrdddd. I’m not a professional, I write for fun and if there are blogs out there that only specifically write for poc or heavier set people, DONT READ THEM IF YOU DONT LIKE THEM

suddenly all these readers want to delegate how a writer creates a story when it used to be that we had readers BECAUSE they liked the way we wrote, not bc they want to change it

this is what poc people have gone through for yearrrrrrrrrrrrrsssssssss:

and like I said, I try and be inclusive and never describe someone’s physical traits unless it’s in the most indirect way but I completely respect and acknowledge writers who do specifically make works for poc readers or readers with a certain type of body type [that was never written before in fanfics]

I also don’t care if people think I’m rude, I’m literally Mexican with tan skin and black hair and if I wanted to write works that’s “not inclusive to white/skinny people” I would’ve done that by now, but that’s not my goal so pls don’t try and paint my writing to be for one target audience

#kooktrash rants #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writer things #writer problems

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canibeyoungforever · 1 year

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Hiiii so since ur taking requests can u pls pls pls do a fluff with kylian like talking to them while theyre sleep or anything fluff plsssss love ur writing:>

a/n:thank you so much for your request <3. i would also like to thanks everybody for their kind messages i love you all it didn’t go unseen <3333

Kylian Mbappé Imagines : Crazy in love with you

"Baby?" "Mhmmm?" "Would you still love me if i was a worm?" You ask

"Y/n i have training tomorrow and it’s 2 am in the morning i am tired,goodnight." He answer

"So the answer is no." You roll your eyes and he stand up

"What?" He ask

"Yes! You’re awake!" You say

"You gotta be kidding me.." He say desperate

"What’s wrong with you?! Are you crazy?" He ask

"Crazy in love with you." You say smiling

He laugh at you knowing that he can’t stay mad at you

"Can we go to sleep now?" He ask smiling

"But i can’t talk to you when you are asleep!" "It’s not fun!" You say

"I sleep so like that i can go to training and to games and earn a lot of money so like that you can buy every prada bags in the world." He say

"I promise we can talk as much as you want but tomorrow now let’s go back to sleep please mon coeur." He say

You stand up get your pillow

"Wh- What are you doing?" He ask

You turn around when you are at the door

"I’m going to talk to my prada bags since you’re too busy sleeping." You say

"It’s not like that-" He say and you leave to go downstairs

"Y/n!Get back here!" He leave your shared bedroom join you downstairs and sit in front of you while you are laying on the couch

"Please come back to bed with me i can’t sleep without you!" He say

"So answer the question." You say

"What question?!?" He ask

"Would you still love me if i was a worm?" You ask

"This is stupid." He say

"You don’t wanna answer i’m sleeping here and tomorrow the only person i’ll talk to are my prada bags." You say

"I love you so i don’t care if you are a worm a butterfly or even a water bottle i’ll carry you everywhere with me because i love you and i can’t live without you." He say while approaching himself from your face

"Can we go back to sleep now mon amour?" He ask

"Okay"

He puts his arms under you and carries you to your room

"I love you" You say

"I love you too crazy." He kiss your cheek

You two go in each other arms and finally fell asleep

The next day:

It’s almost lunch time when Kylian finally come back home

"Hello" Kylian say

"Hi" You answer

He put his stuffs on the floor and sneak in your arms

"I love you even if i was tired because of you all morning." He say

He raises his head

"I’m scared someday you will get tired of me." You say

"Never in a million years my love." Kylian say

"Even if i know you laugh at my jokes not because they are funny but because they are very bad." You say and he laugh

"You are kinda crazy sometimes." You say

"Crazy in love with you." He say rolling his eyes

You laugh knowing that he quotes you

He kiss you everywhere tickle you and you laugh histerically

a/n:i don’t know about that one english is not my first language

#imagines #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappé #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian x reader

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chrollosbm · 5 months

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Sunflowers Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Seven

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

art cr: reeminov on x

pls support me on ao3, it would mean the world to me

previous chapters

You didn’t know what, but something drove you to end up at Choso’s place of work. You were currently sat in the lobby, waiting for him to come down after the text you sent. You sent him a quick “Hey, can I see you right now?” text message, in which he replied with, “I’m on my way.” almost immediately. It was towards the end of his work day, not quite finished, but that didn’t seem to bother him. Usually, you would feel bad, but you were on edge after Suguru’s comment toward you, not too long ago. What did he mean by that?

Yeah, he always said that “You aren’t going anywhere,” bullshit to you when the two of you were dating, but you wrote it off as him being romantic somehow. But now, hearing him say it in that menacing voice, when you weren’t even dating, let alone on speaking terms, gave you chills. You had never been afraid of him physically, knowing he was only an emotional terrorist, but right now you didn’t feel so secure in that assumption.

Choso wasn’t aware you were already in the lobby waiting for him, so there you were, twiddling at your thumbs in one of the plush seats, patiently waiting for the man to exit the elevator. You were granted your wish soon after, seeing Choso with his signature look of boredom on his face, in his work attire, a long sleeved white shirt that clung to his biceps, black slacks that fit him just right, and black shoes. His silky black hair was down and he was slowly undoing the tie on his neck.

How delicious.

You stood up from your seat and began walking his way, your footsteps a little speedy due to his long strides. He noticed you not too long after, turning his head after he saw you out of the corner of his eye. His face spoke for him, a look of concern on his profile. The two of you met in the middle, you giving him a small smile, if that were even possible.

“Hey, Sunflower. What are you doing here?” he said to you and you gave him a hug in response, smelling his scent and breathing him in. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. “I was just on my way to your apartment.” He said from above you and you pulled away to look up at his tired eyes.

“I know, I just wanted to see you sooner.” A real smile was on your face now, due to his sweet embrace and the fact that you got to see him.

He smiled softly at your response and moved to kiss your forehead softly. “Is everything okay?” He said as he pulled away, arms still around your waist, a troubled look in his eye.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t even know why you showed up so soon after your irritating and frightening encounter with Suguru, it was like your brain shut off and guided you here, to Choso. Your heart and body craved him, as if he could solve all your problems in an instant.

You didn’t want to worry him, but you also didn’t want to lie. You didn’t know what to do, so you just decided to put it off for now. You really just wanted him to make you feel better without talking about it at this current moment.

“I’m not having a great day.” You responded, telling the truth. You really weren’t. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, I just wanna be with you, Cho.” You put your face into his shirt, your curls squishing into your face as your head landed on his chest. You were really hoping you wouldn’t have to talk about this just yet to Choso, but you knew you couldn’t hide the fact that you had a run in with your ex. You felt a twinge of guilt forming just as he let out a soft sigh and rubbed your back, softly.

“You wanna come over to my place?” He asked you, sweetly and you almost jumped for joy, your spirits already lifting. You instantly lifted your head with a big grin and nodded vigorously. You were glad he didn’t push the issue, being that you weren’t ready to talk about it just yet. You would, just not today. All you wanted was to be with Choso, and to not worry about your shit show of a life for once.

You had never been to his house, as it seemed more convenient to end up at your apartment after your dates. He had always explained that his little brother, Yuji, was at home, and you sympathized with him on that, understanding that it was still too soon to meet his family members.

“What about Yuji?” You asked him, as realization hit you that he would be at home. School was out around this time, so he would definitely be at the house. You didn’t know if Choso was comfortable enough for you to meet him just yet, and you would respect his wishes either way.

He shook his head and grabbed your hand, beginning to guide you out of the building and to his car. “He won’t be home tonight. He’s staying at a friend’s, apparently they’re studying for their exams.” He replied softly and you nodded. “Although, I do want you to meet him soon.” He looked down at you, a smile on those pink lips. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and you gave him a small smile back, happy to hear those words. You had heard so much about the boy, learning that he was basically the opposite of Choso: loud, energetic, and excitable. It was hard to understand how the two of them turned out to be so different from each other, with Choso raising the child, and all. He was such a mystery.

The two of you arrived outside his home about twenty minutes later, and you were pleased at the view before you. From the outside, it was a gray, wide, two-story home with a decently sized front yard, matching his neighbors home. He lived in a suburban area, seemingly reserved for families from the amount of you noticed children that were playing outside. His front yard was plain, a perfectly mowed lawn, and a simple tree in the front. You weren’t surprised at the decently-sized home, considering he’d told you he was a homeowner before, but it was still strange seeing it in the flesh.

He opened your car door, snapping you out of your thoughts, giving you a hand as usual to help you out the car. “Your house…” you said to him in awe, as your feet landed on his perfectly paved driveway. “It’s so beautiful.” You were being led to his front door, hand in Choso’s as he turned his head to look at you from behind.

“Thank you. I worked hard for it.” He gave you a cocky smirk and you couldn’t help but smile back. You were going to let him have pride in his home, instead of expressing your usual sarcastic comment, knowing he did in fact work hard for it. Choso worked so hard for his brothers to have a good life, including making sure they grew up in a good environment. He had mentioned that he would work grueling hours at part time jobs to make sure his little brothers would have food on the table, even if that meant he rarely slept or ate. All Choso wanted to do was make sure his brothers were fed, clothed, clean, and happy. It made your heart swell knowing how concerned he was for them, and at the expense of his own well-being. Choso was truly selfless, responsible, and protective. It was the sexiest thing about him.

The man you couldn’t stop admiring was opening the front door now, and your nose was hit with the smell of him, his house smelling like that mixture of scents you loved so much on him. You almost moaned as you stepped inside, that beautiful aroma filling your lungs. He stepped inside and waited for you to enter before shutting it behind you.

The inside of his house was the same as the outside, clean, simple, and organized. There wasn’t much in there as far as you could tell, but you could tell everything in there was of high quality and expensive. As soon as you stepped into the home, there was a decent sized living room with a matching two-piece sofa set, as well as a large coffee table that matched said set. There was a large flat screen television on his wall, above a simple television stand. Plain, but pretty.

Choso was removing his shoes and you followed suit, mocking his movements.

“You want to place your things in my bedroom?” He was facing you now, looking down at you with that look of adoration you had become so used to.

You nodded vigorously, excited to see his place of solitude. A person’s bedroom usually revealed a lot about them, you’d learned. Like yours, which was usually messy, with an unmade bed, clean laundry you’d been too lazy to put away piling up on your vanity chair, with hair products and makeup spread across said vanity. Your room was a mess, just like you were in general.

He grabbed your hand again, but not before grabbing your arm bag with your work supplies and laptop, and began leading you down a dimly lit hallway once you passed the living room. The two of you passed the stairs and the very spotless, untouched looking kitchen, to a door at the end of the house. He opened the door to a bedroom that you expected Choso to have.

You almost laughed at how predictable his bedroom was, being exactly what you expected. Absolutely spotless, just like the rest of his house. It was large, with a perfectly made king-sized bed that looked unslept in, empty white walls, a desk with an overpriced PC on top, and a couple of matching dressers. There were two doors on opposite sides of the room which you suspected were the bathroom and the closet.

Choso was placing your bag on his computer chair when you stepped in and took it upon yourself to look around, baffled.

“Cho’...” you said, inquiry in your voice, looking at his plain walls that contained a few windows, not even covered with curtains, with concern. “Are you secretly some sort of psychopath?” You asked, partially serious, partially not. What kind of person has nothing on their bedroom walls? He had to be insane.

He turned to look at your worried expression and before he could stop himself, he let out a booming laugh. You continued to stare at him, genuinely waiting for his answer.

He was still laughing, not taking you seriously, when he finally answered. “Why do you ask?” He was walking towards you now, that amused look still on his face. “Because my room is so pristine?” He grabbed both of your hands and led you to his flawlessly made bed, and bounced down on it, before roughly pulling you down so you sat in his lap.

Your cheeks warmed as he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, awaiting your answer. His chin was on top of your head, in your hair full of curls. You could’ve sworn you heard him sniff, but decided against saying anything, knowing you were obsessed with his scent yourself. His muscled thighs were holding you up, your ass directly on his groin and you were trying to ignore the dirty thoughts that were arising in your mind at the moment.

You finally recovered from the unholy thoughts on the brink of your mind and responded. “Not just that…” You started and placed your hands on top of his, that were currently resting on your midsection, and leaned back against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, the exact opposite of yours that was beating in a rapid pace, like it always did when you were around Choso. “Your walls are white and empty. It looks like a mental asylum in here, baby.” You finished.

You felt Choso tense slightly, trying to immediately recover, making you smirk. You knew how much he loved when you called him baby, the simple pet name seeming to light a fire under him. It was adorable how the most simple things would fluster him sometimes, making his cheeks pink and his body tense. He would always try to hide it, but you would notice and use it to your advantage.

He cleared his throat, obviously trying to hide his nervousness, and squeezed your side, giving you a small laugh as you slapped his hand away playfully. “The only thing that makes me insane is you, pretty girl.” He was giving you kisses on the side of your face now, the attack making you squirm on top of him, a smile on your face, warm from his soft lips.

If anyone would have told you Choso would be this romantic, soft teddy bear of a man when you first met, you would have called them a liar. Inside this man’s hard exterior, body filled with tattoos and a face that always held the expression of boredom and annoyance, was a sensitive, sappy, protective, and compassionate soul. He was so stoic and impassive to those he didn’t know, due to the fact that he was also skeptical of others intentions. He didn’t trust anyone due to his childhood trauma, you soon realized. His parents left him with three children at such a young age, barely eighteen years old. He was lucky he even graduated high school at that point, that's how young he was. His parents, the people he depended on most, left him in the dust, causing a ripple effect on how he would treat others for the rest of his life.

The two of you were so alike in that way, afraid of abandonment, dealing with it in different ways. While you clung to people, doing anything and everything to make them stay in your life, afraid of being cast aside and forgotten about, Choso rarely seemed to let others in. You learned he was really only close to his brothers, them all being his best friends. Sure, he had acquaintances, one in fact being Nanami, but he was extremely surface level with most people. You felt over the moon knowing you were one of those people that had the privilege of being close to him, and he was letting you in more and more each day, showing a cheeky side to his complex personality.

You were still smiling, cheeks aching and warm. “I better be the only woman you’re going insane for.” You were half-joking, keeping that playful tone in your voice to play it off, but you suddenly felt Choso pick you up, flipping you so you faced him now, legs on either side of his hips, your face inches from his now serious expression.

“Sunflower…” He pushed a curl for your face back to get a better look at your stunned face, not expecting this change of position. “You are the only person on my mind, always. You don’t have to worry about some other woman. Ever.” His words came out forcefully and his arms were back on your waist, fingers rough on your hips and you swore you felt something stiffen between his legs. Your hands found themselves on his hard chest, and your eyes were wide, shocked and turned on by how quickly he manhandled you, staring into his deep never-ending orbs of darkness.

The way he was looking at you- fuck, the way he was staring at you with those eyes, the intensity so potent right now that it was filling the entire room. You felt it straight in your soul, you felt it in your core. How Choso was able to get you from thinking about him innocently to the nefarious way you were thinking now in the matter of seconds, was beyond you. It was like he flipped a switch, you going from day to night, skipping the sunset.

You tried to speak, your usual sarcasm on the tip of your tongue but you were rendered speechless when you suddenly felt his clothed arousal pressing against yours, making you suck in a breath. You were looking at the man in front of you, his mouth half open, eyes low with the look you had seen many times. You knew your face showed the same expression of desire that displayed on his and knew no more words needed to be spoken.

His hands were guiding you to grind on his dick now, rough and excruciatingly slow, causing a needy whimper to exit your lips. His low eyes were still on you as he guided you, and you knew he wanted to drag this out, wanting to hear those whimpers escape your mouth as long as he possibly could before he did what he did best. You couldn’t wait to be crying above him as he drove you to ecstasy with his talented mouth.

You were snapped back to reality when he spoke, low and seductive. “You think you're ready for this dick tonight, baby?” His lips were exhibiting that smirk you had seen many times before, pink and full. Your heart was the same pace as a stone skipping in water as those words left his mouth and you found yourself nodding and stuttering your answer entirely too fast.

Bottom half still grinding on his clothed, rock hard cock, the words left your mouth. “Y-Yes.” Your stomach was twisted in knots at the pleasure and excitement. You had been waiting so long, too long. It was hard to control yourself around a man as sexy as Choso, you had wanted to feel him inside of you for so long, wanting to cry from the stimulation of his cock for ages now. “I want it so bad, please Cho’.” You were looking him in his eyes, knowing you looked and sounded so needy.

“My desperate baby, so needy for my cock, huh? ” His tilted his head at you, a smug grin on his face as his hand reached down to grab your ass harshly, giving it a squeeze and moving you faster now. Your clit was brushing against the clothes on your body and you wanted nothing more than to remove both of your barriers, needing to feel his bare flesh on yours. “You’ve been such a good girl, and so patient. I won’t make you wait any longer, okay? Just know when I fuck you senseless, you’re mine forever. Understand me?” He let out, and you couldn’t help but notice the dark tone attached to those words.

Before you had the chance to answer or comprehend his words, his lips were on yours, rough, harsh, and wet. Your arms instinctively traveled to his neck, wanting to pull him closer, needing him to swallow you whole. Your pussy was sopping with wetness at his dirty words, and it was becoming uncomfortable sitting in your own arousal. He was right, you had been so patient and you were desperate to finally let him give you the prize you had been waiting for. Not to mention the being with him forever part he let out, maybe you were more than okay with him spitting out possessive claims, or maybe you were just incredibly horny, but either way it was stimulating you in a way you had never been stimulated before. You relished in hearing that he wanted you just as much as you longed for him. Your heart was playing hopscotch and your core was twisting just from the thought itself.

His tongue was in your mouth, searching for something frantically, and you were doing the exact same, loving the taste of the mouth you had become so acquainted with. His hands were traveling under your sweatshirt now, finding that you weren’t wearing a bra. He quickly discovered how rock hard your nipples were and sucked in a breath, causing a halt to your kiss.

“All I did was kiss you and they’re fucking solid.” His words came out breathlessly, breathing into your mouth as you opened your eyes to find him already staring at you, forehead pressed against yours. “I can’t wait to see the reactions your body will have when I’m fucking you stupid, sunflower.” With that, your sweatshirt was off in an instant and his lips were attached to your hard pebble, without you even registering his words or the fact that he basically yanked your top off in a flash. You were now moaning with your head tilted back, at both his words and the pleasure that was going straight to your core.

Your hands were moving frivolously to unbutton his shirt now, struggling and wanting to rip the fucking thing off of him, so you did just that. Black buttons went flying everywhere and you were pleasantly surprised at the strength you just exhibited, suddenly growing superhuman powers at the anticipation of being fucked. You felt him chuckle softly on your breast, the heat causing you to let out a small noise. The hand that was palming your ass gave you a hard slap, obviously a consequence for ruining his shirt.

You were still grinding intensely on his cock, your sensitive button getting stimulated like crazy, but you were growing tired of it, needing to finally see him instead of using your imagination. Your hands traveled down his hard, tattooed torso, before landing on his belt buckle. Choso’s mouth unlatched from your nipple and his dark eyes were suddenly on yours, causing you to freeze, like a person who had just gotten caught committing a crime.

“Not yet.” He said firmly, intense gaze still on you and your throat suddenly became dry, before you let out a small whine. He paused to remove the now destroyed shirt from his arms, before he immediately replaced his hands on your waist. Choso’s fingers on your hips were somehow rougher now, guiding you to move against him, with you obeying him, mindlessly. The friction between your clothed privates caused a moan to fall from your lips, filling the room, seeming to go straight to his cock, that grew harder, and bigger. Your panties were soaked, already being wet from the moment he sat you on those long, muscular legs of his. “I want to do something first.” He licked his lips, making sure to give your face a lingering look, and placed his moist lips onto your swollen ones. It was short, too short, ending as he was moving back further on his bed, carrying you effortlessly, with one arm on the way there.

He was laid back on the mattress, head resting on large pillows, with his hands behind his head, casually, before he spoke. “Stand up above me and take off your pants.” He ordered and you gave a confused frown, not sure what he was up to. You were about to inquire why, before he cut off your words, keeping you quiet the entire time, other than your whimpers and moans he had been hearing so far. “Now.” His words were firm and you were staring him in his domineering eyes, knowing it was time to shut up and listen.

So, with that, you were now awkwardly taking off your jeans and panties all in one go, legs on either side of his torso as you tried not to fall over due to your known clumsiness. You knew your face read embarrassment from the way he was staring at you, a smirk on his face, arms still behind his head, with his large biceps flexing unintentionally.

He was so fucking sexy.

You obediently sat back down on him, landing on his rock hard abs. Your pussy was bare on his torso, dripping onto his pale skin and you moaned as you were finally able to feel his warm, soft skin on your cunt. Choso’s hands claimed their rightful place on your hips again, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks on your brown skin. You looked down at him, breath heavy, as you were trying to patiently wait for what he told you next, like the good girl he claimed you were.

“Sit on my face.” He spoke suddenly, causing you to give him a stunned look. The two of you had never done that before. You knew you wanted nothing more, the visual of him underneath you, consuming you like his life depended on it. You spilling into his mouth and all over his pretty, perfect face. Fuck.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You spoke, sudden timidness in your voice. He made you so fucking nervous in these tense moments, the exact opposite of how you usually were. You were slowly inching up his inked and chiseled frame anyway, your actions contradicting your words.

Choso rolled his eyes at you, not forgetting to let out a suck of his teeth, a habit he had recently gotten from you. “You won’t.” He gripped your hips, not impressed by your snail-like pace and pulled you towards his face. Before you knew it, your knees were on either side of his head as he gave your plump ass a slap, causing you to moan out in elation. “Now sit the fuck down.” He spoke clearly, words sharp.

You complied, with no issue at all. He stuck his thick tongue out from his mouth just as you sat down, your wet pussy landing easily on a plush, wet surface. Your body shook with chills the moment he found your clit, beginning to lap you up slowly, roughly. Your head was tilted back again, too heavy for your neck as he drove you to insanity with his expert mouth. He was fumbling with your bundle of nerves brilliantly, making your brain hazy, unable to think of anything at all. Your eyes were in the back of your head, only able to focus on the intense pleasure he was providing you.

You grew tired of the darkness quickly, opening your eyes to look down at the man driving you wild. He looked dazed, drunk almost, as he always did when he was relishing in the taste of you. You loved seeing him like this, eyes low, staring at you intensely as he ate you your pussy like you were his last meal. It was another daydream you had when you were pleasuring yourself solo, the thought of him devouring your wet cunt with expertise and need, driving you over the edge quickly each time. Choso’s tongue was moving with vigor on your clit now, and the pleasure you were feeling from this angle was driving you up the fucking wall. Your hands mindlessly moved to your breasts, wanting to toy with your nipples to enhance the pleasure. He was watching you please yourself, your head tilted back again, and you heard him let out a low groan, obviously aroused by the sight of you. You were in heaven, so unaware of everything around you, only focused on how fucking amazing this felt, wanting to stay in this moment forever.

Choso’s tongue suddenly moved from your clit down to your opening in one quick swipe, wanting to taste your juices already, greedily, even though you hadn’t had your release yet. You felt him fuck your hole with his tongue and sucked in a breath, the feeling surprisingly delightful. He moaned into your pussy, causing a vibration to erupt from him, then quickly returned his attention back to your clit, beginning to suck on the sensitive nub, wanting to drive you over the edge.

You moaned out in ecstasy as your head tilted back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head once again, unable to keep them open this time. The darkness helped you focus on his careful sucks, sending shockwaves up your body. Tingles shot up your frame and you knew your face was twisted up like a pretzel but you didn’t care, this felt fucking amazing. You were in complete and utter bliss, stimulating your brown, hard rocks, pussy in this beautiful man’s face, nothing else mattered in this world as of right now. Choso seemed to notice your ecstasy, and the hands on your hips began rocking you back and forth, encouraging you to ride his face. You did this with no problem, lip in your teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. His tongue was on your bundle of nerves again and your hips were moving like they had a mind of their own. Your hands found his hair and you were holding onto it like it was a handlebar, helping you balance before you passed out.

Your heavy pants were filling the room and you felt a familiar feeling approach your body.

You opened your eyes to look down at Choso again, whose tongue was now sitting flat out of his mouth, letting you fuck yourself on his tongue. He still had that drunk look on his face, absolutely breath taken by you. The sight of it was just too sweet and your breathing became ragged as tears formed in your eyes. He, of course, noticed your orgasm approaching, prompting him to grab your asscheeks with both of his hands and grinded you against his tongue impossibly harder. You knew the routine by now and snapped your eyes to his, tears now spilling from them with a lip quiver.

You felt like you could barely breathe, having to force your body to manually inhale and exhale, your body seeming to forget its main function, as you came hard, with a shout of his name, relief filling your body. Your orgasm flooded out of you, which he gladly cleaned up with his tongue, causing you to tremble from the overstimulation.

Your legs felt completely limp as you tried to lift yourself from his face. He noticed your struggle and lifted you with ease by your hips and placed you onto his clothed, rock hard cock. Your eyes were heavy as you stared at him, him looking absolutely ravishing, your juices dripping from the bottom of his face, making its way down his neck.

You were dripping again, from both your recent orgasm and the beautiful sight in front of you, knowing you were soaking his pants. He leaned up to wrap his strong arms around your body as he placed his swollen, wet lips on yours. You tasted your pussy on him as he stuck his tongue in your mouth, the flavor making you moan out.

“Choso…” You whined into the kiss and he pulled away, giving you a light kiss on your cheek.

“Yes?” He asked you, kissing away the tears you shed just minutes ago. His cock was growing impossibly harder and it was like a rock against your ass.

“Please, please fuck me.” You sobbed out, your desire to feel him inside of you becoming unbearable. You didn’t know how much longer you could take, didn't have much patience to wait any longer. “I’m ready, please.” You begged him, not caring in the slightest of how desperate you sounded, just like earlier.

His hand moved up to the back of your head and forced you to look him in his dazed eyes. Yours were brimmed with tears, mascara staining the bottom of your eyes. “You’ve been such a good girl, your wish is my command.” He said softly and you moaned at the praise, grinding onto his cock. His breath caught in the back of his throat, most likely from the sound of your pretty voice and your dripping core grinding on his clothed cock, knowing he was just as desperate to fuck your brains out.

He stood up from the bed and unbuckled his pants, his dark pools never leaving yours. You were panting hard with anticipation, resting on your elbows to watch his movements. You had never seen him completely bare before. Because he never let you get him off after the usual oral sessions he gave you, you were never granted the pleasure of seeing the obviously large package he was lugging around. You knew it was large from the many times you had felt it underneath his clothes, on your leg, your cunt, your ass, just teasing you mercilessly. He then took off his jeans and boxers all in one go, finally giving you the sight you more than deserved to see, and you froze instantly.

He was fucking huge. When his thick, pale cock plopped out of his boxers with a loud pop and landed on his abs, you couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp. He was more than huge, a vein going down the side of his cock, a cause from the stiffness. He was long as well as he was girthy, even larger than you expected, in fact, so much bigger that you were afraid it wasn’t going to fit inside of you. To make everything one-hundred times fucking better, at the end of his cock, on his pretty pink tip, there laid a silver prince albert piercing, shining brightly. You knew your eyes were probably popping out of your skull by now, with you not even trying to hide your astonishment at the sight before you.

He seemed to notice and gave you a cocky smirk. You were allowing him to be cocky, knowing that he good and well deserved to be from his monster-like sized member alone. “Not what you expected?” He tilted his head in a teasing way. Precum dripped from his jeweled pink tip, causing you to whimper softly, your pussy probably creating a pool on his clean sheets. You couldn’t speak so you just simply just shook your head, at an absolute loss for words, and rightfully so. Where the fuck was that going?

Your brain seemed to function again, finally allowing you to speak as you looked at him in a panic, true fear stricken in you. “Cho, you’re so big.” You began to stutter. “I-I can’t.” You were shaking your head vigorously. You had never taken a dick this big before, let alone even seen one this size. You knew you weren't going to be able to walk at the end of this. Maybe he was right, maybe you weren’t ready. Then again, if you didn’t do it now, when would you ever be able to?

“Yes, you can, baby. You’re already so wet for me.” He spoke to you, as he placed his hands on your thighs, caressing them softly and reassuringly. “You’ll be okay. Just trust me.” His eyes read nothing but compassion and a hint of concern.

You knew you should trust him. You did want this after all, plus from the reaction your body was having in comparison to your mind was completely the opposite. Your nipples were rock solid, your pussy was so wet the inside of your thighs felt like a slip n’ slide, and the goosebumps on your skin wouldn’t go away. Plus, you weren’t going to punk out now. You were finally about to hit a home run. You nodded your head, deciding this was happening, excitement finally filling your body.

He smiled with his dark eyes at your compliance, knowing you were prepared mentally and physically now.

He was breathing as hard as you at this point as he climbed back onto the bed and sat on the back of his legs. He then pulled you towards him gently with your thighs, orbs now burning intensely into yours. The cool piercing on his cock brushed against your clit briefly and it sent shockwaves throughout your body. His precum was mixing with your already wet clit and felt out of this world. You let out a moan as he began to to rub the piercing against it slowly and repeatedly. You were a mess under him already, your back arching as he didn’t let up, wanting to get another orgasm out of you. Your breath quickened, extra sensitive because of the previous release you just had minutes ago.

“You gonna cum again already, baby? So greedy.” The sexy man above you teased with a smirk on his face. Just as he spoke, your orgasm came rushing through you, calmer this time but still intense and pleasurable, your juices leaking onto the bed. That was fucking record time.

He gave you no time to recover as he pushed the tip of his cock inside of you and your back arched as he stretched you out slowly, the pain and pleasure making you cry out. There was the tiniest burning sensation as he pushed into you carefully, not wanting to hurt you, your walls tight around his thick cock. Tears formed again but you couldn’t help it, the pain and pleasure was driving you wild.

His mouth was hanging halfway open in absolute bliss as he continued to push into you, slowly. “Fuck, baby. You feel amazing.” He groaned as you continued to pant, your breathing forgetting its function for the second time as he gave one final push that settled him inside of you completely. You both let out a moan at the same time, a jolt of electricity seeming to go through the two of you. The sparks shot up your body intensely, causing chills of pleasure to erupt all over your body.

Your lip was quivering as he put his hands on your hips, beginning to move inside of you, his movements slow and drawn out as you threw your head back onto the bed, your eyes rolling back involuntarily. His cock was effortlessly hitting your g-spot like it had been inside of you before, hitting a button he knew so well, again and again, not stopping. Your breath was quickening and you grabbed his veiny, ink covered forearms, beginning to dig your acrylic nails into them. His arms were covered in goosebumps as you felt them, the same as yours, and your quickening breath became slightly louder, the thought of you making him feel good sending shockwaves of pleasure up your body.

He seemed to take that as encouragement and started to ram into you without warning. The change of pace forcing your eyes open and your moans growing louder with each snap of his hips. His strokes were long and hard, the force of his cock hitting your g-spot causing tears of pleasure to pour from your eyes. You rested on your elbows to look at Choso, who was moving at a vigorous speed with his head tilted back in pleasure. His hair was down, hanging above his shoulders, with some of it sticking to his face that was now covered in slick sweat. His eyes were closed, his breaths were hard and shallow and his mouth was hanging halfway open.

He looked so fucking sexy.

He truly was the man of your dreams, so fucking delectable as he was ramming into you like it was his life’s purpose. He looked fucking edible as sweat droplets were forming on his forehead at the expense of you fucking stupid. His arms were flexing and his abs were on full display, right in your face. He was absolutely perfect, not a flaw in sight. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the sight of this gorgeous man, the view being god damn spectacular.

As if he felt your eyes on him, he snapped his open and looked down at you in absolute ecstasy, his orbs having a feral and dark look to them. Your tits were bouncing at the speed of his thrusts and he let out a loud moan.

“So fucking perfect.” He said roughly, eyes boring into yours. His hand reached down and placed his thumb on your clit and you shook your head at him, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You weren't even sure if you were able to cum again.

“I’m so sensitive, Cho’, please.” You cried as more tears spilled from your eyes and he continued anyway. The thought of cumming again was exhausting, but you wanted it, wanting to lose yourself to that pleasure again. His thrusts never let up as he continued to rub your clit relentlessly and quickly. Your breathing became erratic and you clenched around him, your soft walls seeming to send him over the edge, earning another moan from Choso.

“Fuck. Baby. I need you to cum.” He basically whimpered. “I’m so close.” He begged you.

That was not going to be a problem for you. You were already close as he pleaded with you, but him begging you caused an eruption inside of you and you were suddenly hot all over. All your senses seemed to stop working, your sight temporarily gone, although you knew your eyes were intensively on his, not being able to hear anything but your moans, his loud breaths, and the gushing of your pussy. Your orgasm washed over you for the third time, the most intense one, almost blacking you out with a rumble, and right on cue, he was cumming inside of you with a call of your name falling from his lips.

You felt his hot cum inside of you and his hips stuttered as he released every last drop inside of you, lip caught in his mouth. After a short while, he seemed to finally release everything, his hips no longer rocking into you.

He was smiling at you now, and leaned down to kiss you softly, panting into your mouth. His hair brushed against your cheeks, tickling you briefly. You returned the kiss, both of you breathing harshly into each other. You felt him slip out of you and you both winced from oversensitivity.

You felt his cum dripping out of you panicked briefly, before he pulled away and quickly reassured you.

“I’ll get you a morning after pill tonight, Sunflower.” He said softly, looking into your eyes as he pushed your sticky curls from your face. Your heart rate slowed and you nodded, trusting him. You wanted children, but now was not the time. You were glad the two of you were on the same page about that.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead, before rolling off of you, and pulled you towards him to cuddle into his chest, just as you two had done every time he gave you an earth shattering orgasm.

And just like before, you felt yourself falling into a deep slumber, feeling safe in his arms.

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notlevifromobeyme · 1 year

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How the pillars would text you

No smut (wow!!1!)

Warnings: cussing, Tengen being a weird little shit with emojis

Giyuu

Now he’s not really good with tech

Please don’t judge him

He’s trying I promise

A few errors at first but he gets the hang of it

Still stoic in his texts though

“Do hou mind if I join you on your missson? It’s okay if npt.”

“Yes, you’re welcome to!”

“Okay.”

You’re just kind of used to it but the other pillars are mean to him because of it

Kyojuro

Can’t find the button to turn off caps

Difficult

Types really fast and no one knows what the fuck he’s saying 95% of the time

Doesn’t bother fixing them unless people get the wrong idea

Turned on caps because he tried to be his authentic self but now he can’t find it

Lots of emojis

Please teach this man how to use emojis

“YOJRN3 WELOCKE TO JOIN ME IN MY MISSI’N IF YOU WNAT TO 😀👍!!”

“W”

“What”

“MISSON 😄”

“Okay Kyojuro. I’ll be there.”

“I NEDD TO TURN OFF CAPS HOW FO YOU DO THAT 🤔”

“Don’t worry”

Tengen

Vanilla tbh

Kinda basic

Never thought I’d say that about him

He’d rather talk in person

He’d rather call to hear your “flashy voice”

What the fuck does that mean

Additional emojis

Weird emojis

No context behind them

“You’re welcome to join me on my mission 😉”

“What’s with that emoji?”

“Don’t worry about it 😘”

“Mkay…” scared for your life and pussy

Gyomei

Cannot function

His hands are too big

Needs a goddamn iPad

Settings to listen to what he’s typing

Takes a bit to adjust to the keyboard

Very formal when he does

Pls don’t text him smexy texts people will hear the message ring out

“I wanna ride that huge cock when you come home heart emoji”

“You are welcome to join me on my mission.”

“Okay! I’ll be there.”

“Okay.”

Muichiro

Forgets to respond

If he does he uses absolutely no punctuation and no uppercase letters

Doesn’t give a fuck

Doesn’t text you first

Only texts you if he forgets something

Figure it out

If he makes an error he won’t correct it

Loves you just doesn’t bother

“u can come with me if u wnat idc”

“Okay, Mui.”

“k”

Mitsuri

Very dramatic

SO MANY EMOJIS/EMOTICONS

Kinda role plays in her texts?

Seems to put an exclamation point at the end of everything

“Honey! ｡^‿^｡ You’re welcome to join me on my mission!! ♡♡(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

“I’ll be there sweetie!”

“Sweetie?! Ohh, you’re so cute! ♡(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)”

Obanai

No fucks given

Doesn’t care who it is

Dry asf

Best he’ll give you is a period at the end of a sentence

Doesn’t start a lot of conversations

“you can come with me on my mission.”

“Okay!”

“mk.”

Sanemi

Surprisingly formal if you don’t get on his nerves

Only texts you if he wants something from you

Doesn’t wanna get bullied like Tomioka

But nobody will because everyone is fucking terrified

If you get on his nerves it’s insults and caps

“You’re going on this upcoming mission with me. Get ready.”

“I don’t wanna. I’m exhausted.”

“The fuck you mean?”

“Shut up. Go with someone else.”

“DONT TELL ME TO SHUT UP ASSHOLE”

“😐”

“IM DRAGGING YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN ROOM AND YOURE COMING WITH ME FUCKFACE.”

Shinobu

Very nice

Formal

Rarely makes mistakes but she’s still new to this

Likes emojis

Thinks there cute

Doesn’t text a lot though

Would prefer in person

“You’re welcome to come with me to my upcoming mission! ☺️”

“I’d love to!”

“Okay! Come to the butterfly mansion when you’re ready. 🦋”

#hashira x reader #texting #tomioka giyuu #rengoku kyojuro #gyomei himejima #muichiro tokito #mitsuri kanroji #obanai iguro #sanemi shinazugawa #shinobu kocho

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hueningshaped · 2 years

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★ YEONJUN as your boyfriend…

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a/n: this is very messy & random but :D i hope you don’t hate it ! / these will automatically be idolverse (at least i think) + i intend on writing for ot5 but give me some time & u shall see <3 pls lmk ur thoughts abt this !!

* he’s such a loving guy, so much love to give and he honestly gives love through all the love languages in some way or another

* so when he realizes you reciprocate love for him in the way he never realized he’d always wanted to be loved, homie is lovestruck !!!!

* you look out for him all the time and you pick up on things he himself doesn’t notice sometimes and you take care of him too and it’s making him go bonkers because sweet heavens he appreciates it infinitely

* for example, he’ll come home exhausted after practice and he messages you or calls you as soon as he’s off

* the idea that he loves to constantly be in contact with you and is great at communicating makes u </3 but anyway

* he’s still on the phone with u as he comes over to see you (bc that’s what u both decided on and he was also feeling hungry and he loves eating late at night with you idk)

* he loves his ramen but he also loves making it together when it’s just u two in the kitchen and you’re talking in hushed voices and you’ll shush each other and giggle and when u guys do eat it’s dead silent bc you’re both set on eating it up

* moving on

* he walks in and is taking off his shoes when he sees you THEN hangs up the phone call with you

* “i ordered some takeout so we can eat with the ramen, junnie—let’s eat up!”

* he literally goes 🥺

* but he’s funny and dramatic so he has to do something with his lip to make it look like he’s sobbing screaming weeping etc

* you’re about to hug him and he goes uh uh uhhh

* “im stinky and sticky, baby :(“

* so you tell him “fine go shower” and of courseeee in response he goes “wow you’re not even going to argue or insist u gave up so easily woww clearly you don’t want my hug”

* GET OUTTTTRR

* of course he takes his shower and afterwards you share a little kiss or two (hundred) and make ur ramen and eat like the richhhhh

* once you’re both done and just scrolling through tiktok and god knows what else he holds your hand and intertwines your fingers and you think for the 18748283818th time that day “im the luckiest person ever”

* in this life ur allowed the luxury of not only being with yj but u get a house/living space and it’s yoursssss anyway #slay

* when u get ready for bed yeonjun just flops on the bed taking his spot

* he already knows the drill

* you turn everything off except for your aroma diffuser light and the tv bc jun mumbles “wait…i wanna watch a movie”

* you toss a blanket over his long body and get underneath your own covers all for him to just cuddle against you

* you give him little massages from what you can reach on his back and arms since you’re basically holding him and he sighs and gives a little peck to where his face meets your skin

* they start becoming wet kisses and you’re laughing bc it’s ticklish and squirming

* the plush of his lips sends vibrations from where he murmurs how much he loves you

* he settles eventually but he’s still rambling and you listen fondly

* you could listen to him talk for hours and hours and forever and ever

* his voice is the greatest thing to bless your ears and you can’t help but smile to yourself with anything he says (now)

* he proclaims his love for u incessantly even though u feel like you’re the one who’s the luckiest and you don’t do much

* when it comes to leaving before work, you might throw in a little note just so that he will literally never not be reminded of ur love for him or one of yours and his favorite snacks and when he finds it at work he makes the biggest deal about it to the point that taehyun has to step up and be like “can you calm down, you do this everyday”

* on days where u get to go to work with him at shows and stuff, u bring a little pillow and a light blanket and wear ur comfiest clothes bc 1) sometimes u help the staff who helps ur bf and the band 2) sometimes ur really just a bed for him to lie on

* the staff treats u nicely with pleasure also bc they love yj and the txties to death

* when it comes to laying down, he loves being ur little spoon, even if he might be much larger than you

* he loves when being held from time to time bc if one could describe his love, the word ‘grand’ could be used — he always gives physical affection always does big gestures of his feelings always communicating always putting himself out there

* yeonjun loves being held though, he loves being shown that he’s loved by you

* like yes he will wrap his arms around you and or pull you in for a hug randomly but god does he basically go up to heaven when you do the same for him !!!!

* cup his face with your hands and he’s done for….

* when things get rough whether you’re there at his work with him or at home, you’re his safe place

* he or one of the guys usually give you a heads up through text but if not, it’s not hard for you to see the reality

* if a show went wrong or someone said something that really got under his skin, he would have to wait a very long time to blow off some steam but once he sees you or hears you that stifled burning hot steam dissipates, fading from the forefront and he’s laughing again bc you’re the funniest person to him just smiling so wide (at the end of the day though he’ll just whisper to you how he felt earlier)

* sometimes he might get very frustrated from either the workload, particular hate comments, or something that offended him or his boys that they can’t address and as strong as he and they are, sometimes he’ll just need to collapse on top of you and you just wrap him up in a bundle and he has his face buried in your neck and usually you’ll feel the wetness of his tears or feel the shudder of a cry wracking his body, you’ve learned to calm him down by massaging his neck and his back muscles all along patterns that his heart winds down to mimic

* you reassure him and listen to him and help him let go of all he’s been holding in and after a while he doesn’t feel as grouchy and sad and he feels even better bc you also ordered him some warm food and ran him a bath

* he babies you all the time so you enjoy babying him in return

* and when it comes to arguments 🥺

* sometimes if there’s a misunderstanding or disagreement (which are usually pretty rare or small), but on the occasion of them being a bit bigger - in which it may affect half to the entire day or the vernal argument itself lasts a bit of time, there is one thing that yeonjun will always do without fail

* on nights like this when you both were unable to actually meet up with the other to get through this little rough conversation until evening and the day has worn down both you and him and you’re still trying to talk through - volume interchanging but never reaching scream levels

* you’re tired and snappy and getting frustrated and he remains persistent in trying to find a place within the argument where you can both compromise (or even just him, he just wants to go to bed with you in his arms on a positive note)

* but when he brings both his hands together like he’s going to pray, he knows that you know that it’s gonna end right there

* you quiet down and let him walk to you, bringing those hands forward to gently reach out to your own

* “wait yn, please,” he sounds exhausted and despite the argument you find yourself touched that he’s still firm in his conscious to never ever take his exhaustion or frustrations out on you

* it’s a brief realization

* “i know you’re not done and i didn’t mean to interrupt you but just please — i just need to hear you say it”

* “say what” it’s genuine, lacking any fire from earlier, even if you both know what he wants

* “please yn please don’t forget that i love you, and please tell me you love me”

* he squeezes your hands a little and it makes you release a sigh in response

* yeonjun just looks into your eyes desperately and how could anyone resist the biggest sweetheart in this universe

* you let his hands go to cup his face with your palms, thumbs brushing against his cheekbones

* “i know you love me, just the way i love you yeonjun” you tell him with a smile and it makes him smile like it’s the last thing he needed to hear before poetic death — he makes relief look that beautiful

* you apologize and he does too, refuting yours, though it’s not particularly for the main core of the argument, it’s about everything else

* you usually take the next day to mend and effectively settle the argument

* he will never not show his love for you — he always has you in his arms and wants you to always be up front with him as he is with you and he would literally do anything for you

* you make him laugh and you do so much for him that he gets emotional sometimes when he talks about you and his mom loves you so much that he likes to plan trips to meet his family and he wants to meet yours

* very much a ‘happy together, together forever’ kind of person :3

#im positively I’ll #down bad #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt reactions #txt headcanons #txt x reader #txt fluff #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun imagines

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