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welcometomyoasis · 8 months

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Seventeen as university students

Pairing: platonic svt x gn!reader Genre: headcanon, humour Word count: approx. 2350 words Warnings: stress A/n: i wish they were in my uni…

🍒 Seungcheol - stressed student welfare leader

We all know Seungcheol is a natural leader and a naturally caring individual. It makes sense that he would be on the student welfare committee. He helps you get oriented, and pays special attention to you if you are an international student. You can go to him for literally any question you have about the weird university websites and procedures. That said, he’s kind of a one man team because no one else wanted to join the student welfare committee this year. He’s stressed and overworked. Not to mention he has his own exams and papers to write. When you go to the welfare office to ask for help, he’s just staring blankly at the wall and Seungkwan’s there for the 10th time that week (it’s only Tuesday?) to complain about how his professor picked on him to answer a question. Seungcheol just needs a break. Please help him by joining the committee, he’ll love you forever.

😇 Jeonghan - campus crush and super smart sassy student

Look at him. Is Jeonghan not one of the most beautiful people you have ever seen? You probably saw him walking around campus, stared at him until you almost tripped, and then rejoiced when you found that he was in one of your classes. Like everyone else, you want to sit near him. Believe me, it’s a struggle just to time your arrival such that you can casually arrive when he does to sit near him. Anyway, you’ve seen him in GoSe. You know this man is also intelligent and will definitely contribute to the discussion when he wants to. BUT, you just didn’t know that when he does, he’s really really sassy. I heard a story about one of my professors who used to pick apart every person’s presentation when he was an undergraduate. When he didn’t one day and was asked about it, he just said he “didn’t want to pick on the defenceless because the presentation was already a disaster”. THAT would be Jeonghan 100%. You do kind of die a little inside when he picks apart your work, but it’s worth it because then you have an excuse to ask him about it after class.

🦌 Joshua - everyone's friend and overall a really nice guy but kind of crazy when you get to know him.

Somehow he just knows everyone on campus? He could be in the music programme and still know everyone in all the other faculties. Once you’ve entered the uni everyone is asking if you know the Joshua Hong. You’re clueless until one day you see him in one of your university mandated classes. Then you’re like OH SO THAT’S HIM. You get why everyone is friends with him. He’s a gentleman. Or so you think. You get paired with him for a project and he’s really nice. He makes you feel welcome and comfortable. But once you start actually talking about the project, Joshua is throwing around weird ideas left and right. For a project on increasing one’s happiness, he said that your project could be on how standing under the shower with an umbrella can improve your mood? Or how you should always dunk cold water on yourself before eating hot ramen? He has such crazy ideas but that’s exactly what makes working with him so fun. Of course, it helps that you and him become fast friends, although you hope you can be something more?

🐱 Jun - who is he again? Oh Hoshi’s friend?

Jun seems like the type very chill and low key at first. He sits somewhere in the middle and you might have to walk over him just to get to the seat you want. He’s pretty quiet doesn’t really socialise with anyone besides his friends. You definitely know him as Hoshi’s friend. You see the two together all the time. Other than that though, you probably won’t really take notice of Jun until Hoshi drags him to sit next to you. You realise he’s really sweet and diligent. He’s always taking notes even when Hoshi tries to distract the two of you in class. You also come to realise he’s kind of goofy and that’s why Hoshi is always laughing really loudly in class. He tells jokes at the weirdest times with one of the most innocent faces you have ever seen. After that it’s almost certain that the three of you are getting death stares from the other students (Minghao) after laughing at Jun’s jokes for the upteenth time in class.

🐯 Hoshi - someone who screams out your name to say hello

If Joshua knows everyone on campus, Hoshi is everywhere on campus. He definitely stands out. Not just because he is in a lot of your classes, but because he’s loud and has an obsession with anything that has tigers on it. Even if he isn’t wearing something tiger print, you can be sure he has a tiger accessory somewhere on him. Since he is in your classes, you quickly become pretty well acquainted with each other even if you aren’t close friends. Also, despite you two seeing each other at least 3 times a week, Hoshi is always so excited to see you. I see him as the type of guy who would scream your name from the end of the walkway just to say hello. He loves sitting near you and always gets you (and Jun) into trouble when you end up laughing way too much. Still, classes with him are really fun and you look forward to them.

🐈‍⬛ Wonwoo - quiet but really smart. REALLY SMART. Always ready to help

Wonwoo is the resident genius and an overall hardworking student. We know he loves to use big words and he definitely says the most profound, thought provoking points in class. He’s on the dean’s list and has won multiple academic awards. Definitely the professors’ prize pupil. At the same time, he’s quiet and likes the peace of being in the library. You can almost always find him there reading something that was not on the reading list. He’s also one of the nicest people you have ever met. He’s not snobby or pretentious like some other students on the dean’s list. Wonwoo is always ready to help you with your work. He’ll explain concepts to you slowly and in such a concise manner that you’ll be able to answer exam questions with ease. He’s just such a sweetheart you will develop a certain fondness towards him. 100% voted as everyone’s ideal type.

🍚 Woozi - the creative, ideal student to do group work with but he’s really hard on himself and a perfectionist.

Even if Woozi is not in the music programme, he is probably taking a major that requires him to be creative. He enjoys creating and being creative. There’s something about having that flexibility to create that he finds comfortable compared to majors that require specific methodologies or concepts to be used. Everyone wants to work with him because he’s the ideal student to do group work with. Despite his busy schedule, he’s punctual with submissions and he tries his best to pick up the slack when a group member is lagging behind for valid reasons. When you are grouped with him, you realise that while Woozi gives much more constructive criticism to the rest of your group members, he holds himself to the highest standards. He’s a perfectionist at heart and you can see that he puts a lot of pressure on himself to produce quality work. Woozi isn’t someone who opens up to others easily and it might take you some time to break down his walls, but it will be worth the effort. He needs that reassurance from someone (you) to help him realise he’s already doing well and that his work is already perfect.

🐸 Minghao - calm, collected, and organised student

While people often dress down for school, Minghao is one of those individuals who likes dressing up for school. His dress style is extremely edgy. Coupled with his nails that are mostly painted black, you would think that he is one of those nonchalant students who just shows up for the sake of it. In reality, he’s one of the most diligent people you have ever met. He is actually extremely put together. His notes are all organised and colour coded. Sure, his zero tolerance for bs attitude shows when he wears an annoyed expression every time the class, or rather, Jun, Hoshi and you get too rowdy. But he’s calm and collected. When you apologise for making too much noise, he smiles and says that he isn’t too annoyed. Just be careful, you’ll want to remain on his good side. Especially since you’ll be seeing more of him in your art history classes.

🐶 Mingyu - student athlete but clumsy. Always tripping or dropping things in class

The university’s star athlete. Mingyu is not only a high achiever in whatever sport he plays, but also a high achiever in the classroom. He aces his class with ease. He manages to juggle both his intense practice schedule and his studies. Unfortunately, people often don’t give him enough credit for his intellect. It’s possibly because while he is quite coordinated at sports, he’s extremely clumsy off the courts. You come to realise, after sitting in front of him in class, that he is always tripping on his way to his seat, and that he always drops his belongings. There have been countless occasions when you hear a loud clunk, followed by a tiny “oops” and a sigh. Usually this means one of two things. Either Mingyu tripped, or that he needs you to help him pick up his belongings that rolled under your seat. It might be mildly annoying, but the sheepish look and bright smile that adorns his face every time you help him washes away any feelings of annoyance you might have.

⚔️ DK - mood maker. He sometimes fumbles when answering questions but he tries his best

A pure ray of sunshine. That’s all I can say about Dokyeom. No matter how stressed he might be, outwardly, he tries his hardest to look on the positive side of any situation. Professors are extremely fond of him because of his positive attitude. There are often awkward silences in class when no one wants to answer the professor’s questions. Dokyeom is the one to break that. He might fumble a little, but he tries his best. He manages to get the class discussion going every time, for which the professors are very grateful for. He hands out sweets and snacks during class to everyone even if he doesn’t know them personally. He just brightens up the classroom and makes the whole university experience so much better for everyone. And especially on days where you feel (and look) dead on the inside, you look forward to seeing him in class because just his presence and smile alone makes you feel better.

🍊 Seungkwan - LOUD STRESSED STUDENT

You would have heard Seungkwan’s voice even before you could put a name to his face. You probably met him in the student welfare committee’s room when you went to ask Seungcheol for advice. Walking down the hallway you heard someone complaining loudly about the workload and all the assignments that he has to do. Seungcheol just tiredly smiles at you when you enter the room and introduces you to Seungkwan, telling you that you would be seeing him more often. Seungcheol was right. Seungkwan is in most of your introductory classes. You hear him in class sighing loudly when he doesn’t understand a concept or when the professors talk about assignments. Others may see it as annoying, but you understand where he is coming from. The jump from high school to university is a big one. You seem to have more free time, but you also have more assignments and readings to do outside of class. Everyone is stressed and adjusting. It just so happens that he is more vocal about it.

🐻‍❄️ Vernon - seems zoned out in class and sits at the back corner

To me, Vernon seems like that typical student you will see sitting at the back corner of class. He seems to look zoned out during classes and sometimes you wonder if he even takes notes in class. That said, he will surprise you. Although he might make an 0.o face when the professor calls him, he manages to get the answer right every single time. It’s pretty much a sure bet that if no one answers the professor, Vernon would get called. After a while, you come to realise that he is just one of those people who prefers to study outside of class. You will see him at the cafe or at random corners on campus (probably eating questionable food combinations). He also isn’t as intimidating as he seems and he will wave you over so you can sit with him when the cafe is too crowded. No words are really exchanged between the two of you but there is kind of an unspoken agreement that you’ll sit with each other to study in the cafe.

🦦 Chan - confident but not always right

Chan is one of those people who seems like he would really enjoy life in university. He’s passionate about learning and he would be in a dance crew in the university. He has a little trouble trying to juggle his extra curricular activities with his studies so it’s not a surprise that like Dokyeom, he gets concepts a little mixed up during class. What he lacks in terms of accurately answering the questions, he makes up with his confidence and enthusiasm. I don’t know about other people’s professors, but my professors can tell the difference between someone who doesn’t know anything and is just trying to answer questions for the sake of it, and when someone is genuinely putting in the effort despite having difficulties when grasping the key ideas at hand. They appreciate the effort that Chan puts in and certainly would take the extra time to guide him through anything he had problems with. They would also reward his effort by giving him extra participation points.

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deceasedream69 · 2 years

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Jealous

Summary: five never pays attention to the fact that you like him, but he doesn't like when a sparrow starts flirting with you.

A/n: you have Wanda's powers xoxo.

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During the first fight in the sparrows academy, I barely used my powers. I was a little tired and also didn't thought this guy's were such a threat. Besides, I was enjoying this fight with Marcus. Yeah, he's a sparrow but he's not so bad looking.

- "why are we even fighting?", I said mid fight. Pushing Marcus against a wall.

- "I don't know, but, what can I say?", He said pushing me against the wall. "I'm not complaining", he was really close to my face.

Five teleported between us and pushed him. Then took my arm and teleported us to the second floor.

- "you're welcome"

- "please, I had it under control"

- "get you're hormones under control", he walked away.

- "I could say the same thing to you", I whispered.

*time skip*

- "can I join?", I say sitting up in the back of the car while Allison and Diego were talking.

- "how long have you been there?"

- "the whole time, I needed a place to sleep. You never noticed me?"

- "no..."

- "yeah, let's go, I really need this", said Allison exiting the car.

We got off the car and started to walked towards a bar.

*the next morning*

My head hurted a little. My lip was busted and I had an ugly bruise under my eye, right on my cheekbone.

- "hey, what the hell happened to you?", Asked Luther examining our wounds. "Did the sparrow family attack you by surprise? Are you okay? I swear I'm going to kick their ass if they-"

Five got close to me too, looking at my bruise and lifting a hand to touch it but I back off.

- "it wasn't them", said Diego smirking. "You should've seen how far the guy flew after y/n and Allison threw him through the window"

I turned to look at Allison with a proud face.

- "you just went out to fight random people?", Asked Luther examining Diego's neck.

- "they weren't exactly good", said Allison almost leaving the room, but something stopped her.

- "hey, umbrellas", said ben while he's team posed behind him.

- "what the hell do you want now?", Said five.

- "we're here for Marcus"

- "Marcus?", I said worried. Five turned to look at me a little angry.

- "yeah, you really like him don't you?"

I laughed.

- "what are you talking about?"

- "we saw the way you talk to him, please"

- "even if I do, he's not here"

- "look", said ben getting closer to me. "I see he pulled up a fight", he put his hand on my chin, lifting my face slightly.

- "you wish this was made by a sparrow, but you can't even give us a black eye even if you tried"

They got into their fighting position when someone appeared behind me.

He tried to attack the sparrows but I didn't let him touch them. They ran away after the scene anyway.

My vision was blurry, and my legs were shaking, I didn't have a lot of energy after what happened the night before.

I fell but a pair of arms caught me.

- "hey, are you okay?"

His voice was distorted, I turned to look at him. It was five. We fell to the floor together, he was talking to me but I couldn't quite understand what he was saying.

He cupped my face.

- "hey, y/n, can you hear me. I'm five, hello", he said snapping his fingers in front of my face.

I blinked at his actions and he smiled slightly.

- "yeah... Yeah, I'm fine", I said putting one of my hands on top of his hand on my cheek.

- "good, now, can you stand up?"

- "what happened...?"

- "nothing, let's just, here, let me help you", he said helping me up.

I tossed my arm around him for support, he walked me to were the showers were.

I sat at the edge of the bathtub. He got a clean towel and started to clean my face, it was still dirty from the fight from the night before.

- "why did you even fight those people?"

- "you're eyes are really pretty"

- "that doesn't answer my question"

I sighed.

- "I guess I... I just needed to get all of that out"

- "all of what?"

- "we've been saving the world over and over and over again, and the problems are always there. And it's so frustrating when you like someone who is always there but it doesn't matter if he's always there he'll never realized that-" I suddenly stopped.

- "you were mad because Marcus didn't like you back? He's not even that good looking, I mean, I don't know what your type is but-"

- "god, to be someone really smart sometimes you're really stupid", I said standing up and walking away.

He appeared in front of me. And kissed me.

- "It's not that I didn't realize... I... Well, I spent a lot of time alone without any kind of interaction, and then finding you there, and being with you all that time before traveling back in time... I never thought you could even be capable of liking me after seeing all the things I did for the commission"

I kissed him again.

- "of course I liked you, you're... Badass, and smart, and I can say the same thing to you"

He hugged me tight and I hug him back. Then he quickly let go.

- "just don't tell this to any of my siblings", he said leaving the room, I just laughed.

#number five #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves x you #tua five #tua season 3 #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves fic #five hargreeves fluff

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aaaaafro · 1 year

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Girl In The Rain 2 - TWICE - Sana x M! Reader (+18)

Tw: face-sitting, facial, not proofread, other sexual stuff lol...

Deafening. As the downpour didn't show any sign of stopping soon, you should've bought an umbrella, but that'll be stupid.

You stood there drenched like a stray dog in the sidewalk of a busy street. You recognize the gradient in her hair. You'd bet your life that she's the one sitting in the corner of the only dry spot in the area.

It's been half a year since you two met. You could say it's magical and a once in a lifetime opportunity. After all finding out that Sana is actually an up and coming artist. You two stayed friends but that was all.

She's been busy ever since, while you've landed yourself a job but the two of you still find time to hang out every now and then.

Do you wish to maybe have your advances? Of course, it's Sana after all. It was affection at first sight and she totally gets to you, despite your previous heartbreak. If you're being honest with yourself you wouldn't mind if she breaks your heart.

In simple words you've fallen for her, hard! Maybe as hard as these raindrops.

But Sana made it clear that under her current contract that she's not allowed to have relationships, which didn't make sense back when you first met but she's still giving you some hints that this friendship of you two are going somewhere.

"What are you doing here?" You asked her.

"Could say the same to you." Her smug reply always gets you.

"Now isn't this familiar?" You hummed before sitting down right beside her.

She didn't react causing you to think there's something wrong. After all she's back to a spot you saw her in before the two of you met.

"Did another asshole break your heart?" You asked, expecting a scoff, or even a playful slap was all wrong when she instead laid her head on your shoulder.

Now you're not a big fan of PDA's and if you'd ever have a relationship again, you want it to be as lowkey as you can but this is different, shyness isn't even a factor as passers-by gives the two of you looks.

"You know if a fansite is nearby this can cost you your career." You joked and that just earned you a sigh from Sana.

"It's already ruined anyways." Hear her shaky voice.

"My handler got caught up in a money laundering scandal, he took most of my earnings and I'm currently a free agent with no money." She explained as tears started falling from her eyes.

"That's messed up." Was all you could ever say.

"I know right, back to square one I guess." She weakly replied.

"How about I be your handler then?" A gutsy proposal from a guy that knows nothing about being a handler, that caused Sana to rose up from your shoulder.

"Shut the front door! Don't joke like that!" She was surprised to say the least.

"Do you even know what to do? Plus you just landed yourself a better job." That was a genuine question but it did hurt hearing it from her.

"I have some connections, you know. I can easily quit..." You replied with a semi convincing voice.

"...And also I saved enough money from my previous job."

Sana sat there with a straight face but you can clearly see in her eyes as she tries to process everything you've said.

"It's fine if you don't want to but I'd like to help you with your current situation as much as I can." You added and that helped Sana to wake up from her daze state.

A soft smile forms across her face before she engulfs you in a hug, quickly removing any trace of the coldness from your drenched jacket.

"Thank you so much." She whispered.

"So, that's a ye-." You're about to confirm it but you got stopped by Sana's finger.

"You'll make it sound like a proposal."

"What if I want it to sound like that?" The two of you laughed at each other.

"What did I do to deserve you?" A pout from Sana melts your heart like butter in a scorching hot pan.

"You just existed." You replied before pinching her cheeks.

"We should get going before you catch a cold." You extend your hand to her as she just looked at it confused.

"What?" You asked.

"C-carry me."

"Sana, I ride a motorcycle. I can't baby you all the way." Her pout just deepens then and there you realized that you can't win.

"Ugh!” A sound of frustration just came out of you and Sana just giggles in her victory.

You brace yourself to carry her to your back but Sana sat there motionless with a disappointed face.

"What?!" You questioned.

"That's not how you carry a princess." Said Sana who's still motionless from her seat.

With no hesitation you swept her up from her position carrying her like a princess the way she wanted it. Again, no trace of shyness as you try your best not to blush. Meanwhile, Sana's biting her finger avoiding any eye contact with you.

"Uh... S-sana." She was jumpy all of a sudden, perhaps lost in her thoughts.

"H-hai?" It took you a couple of seconds to remember that she's actually Japanese.

"W-we're at my motorcycle and I can't drive with you like this." You waited a couple of seconds for her response.

"Hmmm." A whine... A freaking whine.

"Sana." She finally gets off of you and immediately took the extra helmet.

The two of you got on the motorcycle as she wrapped her arms around you, you couldn't help but smile under the helmet as she tightens it surprisingly good.

"You better be a good handler or else my career will be ruined." She said with a mocking tone.

"Didn't you told me earlier it already is?" You jokingly replied.

"Pft!"

Once comfortable you drive away trying to think about what to do with Sana's career. All the while she's just right behind you clinging of as if her life depended on it though you're not going that fast.

"You good?" You asked.

"Mhmm!" Her voice was muffled by the air but you can still hear her.

You've finally reached your house, the two of you went inside to take cover from the rain.

"I think we should go through the..." You're about to discuss the details about your new partnership when you realize that Sana isn't with you anymore.

Seeing how the door is left open you immediately made your way out to see Sana in the middle of your front lawn.

"What are you doing?" Your curiosity hits as you just observe Sana who's just standing in the rain.

"Sana..." Approaching her slowly, you saw her glow under the night light.

With her eyes closed and her head up as if she's feeling every drop of rain that hits her. You've finally reached her, and god she's more gorgeous up close.

"You must've love the rain so much." You commented as as a smile reflects on her face.

"Why would I not? I've met my favourite person in the rain." She replied.

You hate how assuming you are, that the person she's talking about is the same person you're thinking of right now. You just act all natural.

"And who'll that be?" You asked with all the hope that Sana will give you the answer you want.

"Dummy." She smiled before turning to you with her smile not fading.

In a fraction, suddenly you're in her arms. You have no idea how it happened but there you are so, why not enjoy it?

You captured her waist with your arms as you pulled her in close.

"Oh, is this how you'll handle me?" Sana's tone was far from normal, it was... Teasing.

"Uh... S-sana?" Your nerves are getting into you. This isn't a side of Sana you're familiar with.

"I-it's... Raining, y-you m-might get sick."

"Wouldn't you like that?" Again that fear of the unknown renders you immovable.

"Didn't I told you already, that I love rain." A smirk from Sana might as well be a signal to run but it's too late.

She's already got you, in every sense of it. By her arms and by her lips... Her lips. It took you a second to realized that you're kissing Sana.

"Hmm." A moan, you couldn't help it.

"Hehe... I guess the cat's out of the bag." Said Sana who's seems happy of what she's done.

"I've always like you... No... That didn't sit right... I've always love you. Yup, that's it." Again Sana captured your lips with hers and what else can you even do at this point.

You two enjoyed the moment completely losing yourselves at the feel of each others lips. Exhilarating. It maybe the rain that's adding this another layer of feel but there is something.

Tongue? Before you can even comprehend it, you found yourself addicted to its feel. Throwing all of your reasoning behind, you tried to retaliate by giving her the taste of her own medicine.

That was a valiant effort but ultimately brushed off as Sana stepped it up a notch by pushing you towards your house.

With a kick you two are shut in, shielding yourselves from the heavy rain outside. Your lips hasn't left each other however your top clothings are little by little being torn off.

"I thought you love the rain." You finally spoke after the need to detach yourself from her to make way for your shirts.

"It will rain, don't worry." A mischievous smile from Sana's face alerts your senses but she wasn't about to give you any breather as she quickly took the liberty and guide you to your bedroom.

"It's kinda hot in here." Laughable statement from the girl who's wearing only her underwear and drenched from the rain outside.

Sana straddled you, then reached to her back perhaps to release the clip of her bra but "Sana..." You regretfully interrupted her.

"Ssshhh." A finger on your lips was enough to silence everything that you were about to say.

You heard a click that took you by surprise, when your eyes panned down from Sana's face you are greeted by her beautiful perfectly sized mounds.

With seemingly minds of their own your hands cupped both mounds, taking a handful of her supple orbs, massaging them like a baker would to its dough.

Minutes into it, Sana's lower body starts gyrating, creating friction between your cores. If it wasn't for your remaining clothes this would've felt heavenly, as if it wasn't already.

You're still busy with Sana's breast as you suddenly felt her hands went up to help yours.

"Taste 'em." It was a command that you're more than happy to follow.

You took her hardened bud in your mouth, circling your tongue as if you're drawing something abstract. Sana was your canvas. She pushes your head in even more thinking that it'll elevate the pleasure but that would still be insufficient.

It felt like hours switching between two magnificent orbs as you finally called it quits and took your time to catch your breath.

"Ha~! They're so delicious!" That compliment earns you a smile as Sana rose up from your lap, turning around before giving you a suggestive look with a matching lip bite before bending over.

Accentuating her damped behind, she reached for the straps of her almost see through underwear before slowly wiggling her way out of the clothing.

There it is, right in front of you. Glueing your eyes, scared that if you took a second to look away it will be gone.

You've finally woken up from your trance realizing that this is really happening, what you didn't realize is that Sana's core was inching closer and closer to your face.

Before you could say anything her soft behind is already pressed to your face pushing you down to your bed. You can't imagine that even in your wildest dreams you're gonna have Sana sit on your face stark naked to say the least but here you are.

You dart your tongue out and a moan reaches your ear causing you to keep doing wonders with your tongue. Your hands gripped Sana's thighs not wanting her to get away as if she would do something that stupid but she won't, evidently from her endless strings of moans and her hips dancing along with your tongue.

"Oh my! You're so good with that." Sana hummed as she continued riding your face.

It's suicide, it's suffocating but to hell with dying if it means that it'll be the last taste to linger in your taste buds.

Perhaps you were too busy with your tongue that your other senses weren't functioning but it's too late. You're currently drowning, Sana regretfully detached herself from you lifting her lower half away from your face.

She was right it still rained even when you're under a roof. Huffs and pants echoes in your room as Sana rides her orgasms while you try and catch your breath after trying to drink her juice up.

"Told you." Sana said with a hint of pride in her tone.

"Yeah right. I almost died you know." You replied as she approached you laying down on your chest.

"But you love it." She's drawing circles on your chest using her finger.

"I guess, I love rain as well." A smile from the two of you sealed it and silence follows.

"I love you." You thought it was the perfect time, as Sana suddenly stood up.

It scared you. The fact that you can't see her eyes as the darkness hides it perfectly, the fact that you cant hear anything from her due to the fact that its still pouring outside and the sound of the rain floods your ears or the fact you may just have screwed your whole friendship up.

Until, the light from the moon, sparkles from a drop of tear coming from Sana's eyes.

"I thought you'd never say it." You can hear the shakiness from her voice.

"It's because of your contract. I thought you're not allowed to date which didn't make sense back when we first met." You reasoned

"Dummy. I was being reserved since we both just got our hearts broken, that's why I wasn't being forward with you but after today... I can finally... We can finally-... I'm sorry. " She says before breaking down.

"It's okay, I'm sorry as well. Now we can finally be together."

You quickly came to your senses capturing Sana in your arms. A warm embrace in contrast to the freezing breeze of the rain outside. The two of you melt in each other's warmth.

"I'm your handler now, so nobody will suspect a thing." You joked earning a slap from Sana.

"We should shower before we get sick." You suggested.

"This won't do." You heard Sana whisper.

"Why?"

"I want to return the favor." Sana in a swift motion re-straddle you.

"Sana." You called

"I love you." She replied before capturing your lips for the nth time of the night.

Seconds passed before you realize that your boxers are gone. Your mind isn't prepared for this yet your mind is more than welcome to the situation.

"Looks like you're ready." Sana smirks taking your hardened member in her hand.

"I a-aaahhh!" You're about to reply but Sana took the initiative and slowly lowers herself on you.

"You're so hugeeee~!" Her moans never fail to tickle your ears.

"T-tight." You're not struggling but in a state of overwhelming pleasure as you completely penetrated Sana.

"G-give me a minute." She pleaded.

You let her get adjusted even though it was you who needed a minute because it felt like you're about to burst out if she started moving due to how tight she is.

"Uuuggghh~!" A shaky moan fills your room as Sana slowly lifts her hips up.

Erotic, cute all the while she's beautiful paired with the feel of her walls as she just dance to her own beat penetrating her with your hard member.

You sat there admiring all of it. It's still pouring outside, yet the sound of the rain never felt so muted. With only her moans entering your sense of hearing.

Confident that you wont last that long you want to make it worthwhile for Sana. You switched your positions without breaking your connection, she was no less than shocked.

"Rain it on me." It's a dare and you're not about to leave her disappointed.

No more words left to say, you start pounding in her, moist slaps from your skins floods the room as Sana takes a hold of your sheet and bite it.

Written in her face are waves of pleasure rendering her incapable of thinking straight, though you're not gonna blame her because you, yourself is overwhelmed by the sensation.

Your mind is focused on one goal and that is hopefully to last as long as Sana does. Luck you that's sooner than you think as Sana's grip left your sheets and lands on your cheeks.

"You're so fucking~ good! I'm so close! Nngghhh~!' Her back arched.

"Fuuuucckk!" Her long moan was more of a warning bell as you feel yourself clenched.

"Face. Rain it on me." Said Sana who seemed to have regained herself for a second as she's consumed by her orgasms.

You pulled out and stood up as Sana kneels before you with her mouth open and god was it a sight to see.

Couldn't hold it in anymore you sprayed her with your seed as she skilfully catches it with her face, some landed on her forehead and some in her mouth.

"Aaahhh! You're so hot." You said.

Sana smiled before taking your rod in her mouth cleaning it up.

"Let's shower?" Said Sana after the two of you regained your stamina.

Weak huffs woke you up. A familiar gradient greets your eyes. Taking a good look at the outside. It's still raining but you didn't mind. You once more wrapped your arms around Sana's frame.

#twice #twice smut #twice sana #twice x reader #male reader

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hakwon teacher! reader x soldier! horangi

(please ignore the formatting, written on mobile!)

you were exhausted, plain and simple. long days, hundreds of kids, the expectations of management, it was all piling up. and you were trying really, really hard to make friends with your fellow teachers, but most of them wanted to go out and party in itaewon every night. it's not that you didn't drink or party, per se, but teaching 20 six year olds from 4pm - 10pm while hungover was not an experience you wanted to repeat any time soon.

'ah, it's raining' you thought as you exited your school building. you'd forgotten an umbrella, which honestly was your fault, you knew how mercurial seoul's weather could be in the summer - if it wasn't 98% humidity and hot, it was pouring rain.

regardless, you hurried down the street to your favorite soon dubu restaurant. rainy weather called for hot soup and the stress of the day called for food so spicy you would regret it tonight.

the ahjumma called a welcome to you as you entered before returning to her cooking. you sulked back to the rickety table in the back corner - your normal spot - before calling out to the woman

'저기요!! 순두부찌개 한 개 주세요. 그리고, 맥주 한 병 주세요!(excuse me! one soon dubu soup please. and one bottle of beer please!)'

'네, 알겠습니다! (okay! understood!)' she returned, the pots underneath her sizzling.

as you waited for your order, the place slowly began to fill up. despite it's shabby appearance, the food was good and cheap, the owner nice, and the beer cold. what more could you ask for? it'd become 'your spot' once you'd moved to seoul, a stone's throw from your school and school-provided apartment, as well as cheap enough to indulge in on your measly teacher's budget. the ahjumma had come to know you (and help you practice your elementary korean). so you came back at least twice a week.

as more people filed into the small shop, you noticed a group of soldiers come through the entrance, their military fatigues in plain view. you rolled your eyes and turned your attention to you phone. korean military men were not much unlike their american counterparts - self-absorbed, rude, and generally distrusting of foreigners.

'guess that checks out in any country' you thought bitterly

despite every male of serving age being required to do their time, those that chose to stay in the forces certainly got a reputation for being 'fuckboys' as they say.

you turned to your phone as you waited for your food, texting your only friend here in seoul - an office worker you'd bet at a PC room.

a short wait later, the ahjumma brought out your meal and your beer. you could feel the weight of the day begin to melt off as the steam rose off of the hot stew. muttering a quick '잘 먹겠습니다 (i will eat well/thank you for the food)' before dipping your spoon into the red broth.

you made a move to bring it to your mouth, a figure seated themselves across from you. you raised your head from your meal, analyzing the new figure. angular face, honey brown eyes, dark hair, and high cheek bones, from what you could tell. he was wearing a mask over the bottom half of his face. what you could see what littered with small scars, along with a large scar slicing his eyebrow.

you blinked, before muttering a quiet '안녕하세요 (hello)'

he glared down at you, before leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest and his legs spread under the rickety table.

'american?' he asked, his accent lilted

you nodded. you had no idea what a korean soldier was doing sitting across from you, eyeing you down like a piece of meat.

'i could tell, you are,,,, how do you say 통통한’

your shoulders fell. you recognized that term, in all the time you'd been living in seoul. although the city was pretty metropolitan, korean society certainly dictated a certain appearance, one that you were definitely not a part of.

'thanks' you muttered reproachfully. honestly, you wished this guy would just leave you the fuck alone and let you get back to your dinner.

he shook his head, dragging a hand down his face.

'아니 (no), i mean no...씨발 (fuck)...how do you say in english? 한국어를 할 수 있어요? (do you speak korean?)'

you rolled your eyes, pinching your fingers together.

'god my food is going to get cold' you thought

'조금 (a little)'

'네, 오케이. 제 친구들은 돈을 걸었어요 (my friends bet money),,, for 데이터 (date)?' he hummed, gazing away from you and holding his chin. you looked around him to the group of soldiers gathered at the other end of the restaurant, their attention solely on you and the masked soldier at your table.

you looked back at the masked soldier, a hot anger rising in your stomach. fuck these stupid soldiers. fuck this stupid day. you smiled a grin that felt all too fake.

'야, 이름이 뭐예요 (hey, what's your name)?’ your voice was like belladonna, sweet but poisonous.

he grinned, thinking he'd won.

'호랑이’

your smile dropped in an instant. 'horangi. tiger. what a stupid name' you thought bitterly.

you raised your spoon, grabbing the handle and wielding it like a weapon:

'호랑이 씨, 축을래요?! (horangi sir, do you want to fucking die?!)'

horangi's eyes widened in shock before crinkling up into tiny half-moons. he leaned forward in his chair, a full body laugh taking hold of him. your mouth dropped open in shock. surely he wasn't laughing at you?

'야, 어떻게! 재웃겨! (wow, what, super funny!)'

you leaned back in your chair, mouth open. he stood up, still laughing.

'진짜 (really)... how do you say... you are 재미있어요 (interesting). 고리고 너무 귀엽다 (and really cute). 데이터 (date) another time? 네 (yes)?'

he stood up, adjusting his mask, before making his way back to the table of soldiers, leaving you confused in his wake. you were cute?

(maybe a part 2?)

(also if ur curious on what i think horangi looks like, look up korean actor seo kangjoon!! in korea mandatory military service has to be done somewhere between 18-30 soooo i think since horangi was in both the korean army, special forces, and now kortac he's probably between 30-38, if he started his service when he was 23-25!)

#cod #call of duty #chubby reader #fat reader #horangi #horangi x reader #kim hongjin #kim hongjin x reader

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kimbapisnotsushi · 11 months

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can i get a uhhhhhhhh datekou swimming headcanons? can or cannot, swimming vs diving vs just floating around, how they do it, pool behaviours, beach behaviours, lake behaviours, river behaviours, anything you have is fine, for the whole team btw, please and thank you 🍪

anon i want you to know this is probably the most random most specific ask i have ever gotten and that makes it extremely funny thank you

also i feel like i need to add the quick disclaimer that i can't swim nor do i frequently visit rivers and lakes so like. i am VERY much out of my depth here (but i do love the beach!)

okay first let's divide between who can or cannot swim

can swim: moniwa, futakuchi, nametsu, aone, obara, sakunami, kamasaki (kamasaki and futakuchi will IMMEDIATELY start a race and will rope entire strangers into it) cannot swim but can at least float: onagawa, sasaya, fukiage only knows how to doggy paddle: koganegawa

a beach trip would be SO intensely chaotic btw the logistics are a fucking nightmare

if they took the train/bus they'd take up half the space. they'd need to take two separate cars bc there are eleven of them. i guess they COULD take whatever van it is they use to get to away games but who in the world is going to drive them, oiwake??? no way in hell they give that man enough migraines DURING school he does NOT wish to be tortured outside of it

(is what he says. but he loves this team and he cares about this team and he tells them that they deserve a break, so why not? it won't stop him from grumbling about needing to take like five cans of coffee with him tho)

oiwake immediately regrets his decision when futakuchi rolls up in oversized sunglasses, one of those big floppy straw hats, and an open hawaiian shirt over a tank top that says "sun's out buns out" a la terribly translated english misprints. futakuchi has no idea what it means

aone has a matching tank top too and on the other hand he DOES know what it says he's just praying that nobody asks him because he has no idea how he's going to explain it

i can see onagawa just being the type of guy who sits and chills under the umbrella with a book and occasionally wanders off to get food, especially shaved ice

he attracts a lot of attention anyways bc his swim trunks look like they belong on the floor of an american retro-style arcade (shoutout to @prick-love-for-pricking for that)

he DOES get up to join the others in dunking futakuchi underwater after sakunami called it a "team bonding exercise"

everyone worries about sakunami btw because "oh my god what if he falls down and gets washed away WHAT IF HE DROWNS WHEN WE'RE NOT LOOKING HE COULD LITERALLY GET KNOCKED OVER BY A WAVE"

futakuchi suggests getting a balloon and tying it around sakunami's wrist like that one picture of the turtle walking around the office or whatever it was

they don't do this but moniwa DOES get a pair of horrifically neon-orange sunglasses and makes sakunami wear them on his head like some kind of beacon

kogane is constantly sending pictures to his fellow first-year mock sports camp club btw and most of the others won't admit it but they are SUPER jealous

kamasaki, while everyone is lounging in the ocean: "so . . . . have any of you guys seen jaws?" futakuchi: "if you don't shut up right now i WILL drown you"

when aone gets tired of the ocean he recruits anyone on land to build a sand castle with him and somehow ends up roping, like, five little kids into helping him build the ultimate sand fortress

so he ends up with obara, kogane, nametsu, and oiwake and a little army of five-to-seven-year-olds

those same kids BEG to play volleyball with everyone once they hear that they're a team btw

so everyone - third years and nametsu included - divides into teams of littles vs high schoolers and ask oiwake to keep score

(the little kids are SUPER impressed with sakunami. one of them tells sakunami that they want to be a libero just like him and sakunami doesn't cry, exactly, but it's a close thing)

they keep rotating people in and out and across teams so that aone is on team a one match then switches with fukiage on team b for the next and so on and so forth and honestly who even cares about who's winning or losing when they're all having so much fun?

they fall asleep on the ride home, all curled up on each other and heads resting on shoulders and all that. oiwake wishes he had his hands free to take a picture, but oh well. some memories are better off swept away with the moment.

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magician-kitty · 3 months

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Beach Episode

It was a hot day today at Megapolis, and when I mean hot. I mean very, very hot. Like it's so hot that you could probably cook some eggs on the sidewalk.

"Sizzle, Sizzle, Megapolis City. It's hot out there! But don't fret it or sweat it. To beat the heat, you just gotta hydrate and refrigerate. Get yourself a nice frosty ice cream cone. Stay out of the Sun, or you'll end up well-done. Find some shade, or better yet, go on and get wet, wet, wet! Talking about a fishing hole or a swimming pool, fool! Stroll down to your friendly neighborhood river, lake, or stream, and leave the cool tubes to me."

"Ugh it's so hot..." MK groaned as she was fanning herself, sweating a lot.

"You said it, MK. Today is very hot." Mei replied as she was sweating too, her jacket wrapped around her waist and slouching over her chair.

"Hey, why not go to the Weather Station?" Mei suggested, MK shook her head. "Can't, it's still being repaired after Red Son took over it."

MK groaned in frustration, the one day she couldn't be more mad at the fire demon.

"Pigsy, Tang? You guys, okay??" MK asked, she glanced down and sees them sprawled down on the floor. "Stupid hot weather." Pigsy groaned, wiping sweat from his face.

"I think...this is the end for me." Tang groaned as well, his glasses halfway off his face. "I always knew we'd go out together, my sweet."

"Aw that's swell Tang."

Mei was about complain until she came up with the perfect solution. "Ooh, I know! We should all go to the beach!!" Mei said as MK, Pigsy, Tang liked the idea.

It's been such a long time since they all went to the beach--probably because everyone just goes to the Weather Station instead.

"Ooh! That's sounds like a great idea, I can buy me that swimsuit I saw the other day!" She grinned excitedly, scrolling through her phone for swimsuits.

"It better not be inappropriate, young lady!"

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"Yeah, I think I could get used to this," Tang sighed in relief at the cool shade that was the umbrella he laid under, swirling an icy drink in his hand, he glanced over to the grumbling pig at his side. "C'mon, cheer up hon, Enjoy yourself."

"How can I, I told the kid not to pick that damn swimsuit." Pigsy murmured irritatedly, eyes darting around the crowded coast. A hand grasped his, comforting thumbs that traced over his knuckles.

"As much as you don't like it she Is growing up, and you're going to have to accept that."

The chef demon just grumbled, "Hey c'mon, take a break and relax. Please, My big strong noodle maker?~" Tang cooed, scratching Pigsy under his chin, making him squeal in delight.

A soft smile growing on his face, before turning to the sea with uncertainty. "Okay, Okay, hon. Whatever you--Aaugh!!" His face was caked with sand as a volleyball hits him in the face.

"My bad, Pigsy!" Mei called out.

"Me as well!" Sandy called out.

Pigsy growled and was about to yell at the river demon and dragon girl, until they all heard screaming, they looked to see everyone running away. "What the heck is going on?" He questioned.

"Oh no..." Tang sighed, having a clue to what's happening.

"Peasants!!" A familiar voice shouted, The group sighed in irritation.

The bull prince, Red Son stands before the group with millions of his Bull Clones behind him. He wears a white visor, a pair of sunglasses with an indigo rim, a black tank top, a pair of indigo swim trunks with a white stripe running down each side, and brown flip flops.

"What do you want, Red Boy?" Mei demanded, tapping her foot on the sand. "We don't really feel like fighting you today."

He scoffed, taking off his shades. "Please, As if I wish to fight you peasants today, I'm here to enjoy myself, As like the rest of you."

"That's reassuring." The pig demon grumbled, sitting back into the shade. Red Son looked around, as if someone was missing. "What? Noodle girl isn't here to save you all today?" He cackled.

"For your information MK's here, she's on the other side of the beach enjoying herself." The dragon girl pointed to the other side of the beach, towards the water.

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"Whoo!"

She let out a loud cheer as she jumped into the water, riding the waves wearing a black two-piece swimsuit with flower prints.

The brunette screams as she looses her footing off the board and into the ocean. MK's head shot up from the water as she laughed, feeling her body relaxed from the intense heat. "Whoo! Now this is more like it." She then started swimming as she got out and dryed herself with a towel.

She lie down on her beach towel and starts reading a Monkey King comic book. She started reading but five minutes later, she was just starting to doze off when two shadows appearing over her startled her awake.

"Huh? What the?" She murmured, sitting up to stretch, She looked up and saw two demons that were gawking and grinning at her.

"Oh no, not this..."

"Excuse me pretty lady, but me and my friend couldn't help but admire you from afar~" one of them said seductively, waggling his eyebrows.

He had dark green eyes, a pig-like nose, buck-tooth grin, and short, messy red hair.

"Yeah, smokin' hot in that bikini!" The other agreed. He had slicked back black hair, black and white horns, lavender skin and a little stubble on his pointy jaw. His brown eyes glinted with mischief.

MK rolled her eyes at their crude remarks. "Wow, that's very sweet of you to say," she said sarcastically before going back to her comic book. "But please go away, Thank you."

"Aw, no need to be so cold darlin' I'm Stone, this is my friend, Wayne." He introduced himself and his friend.

"Say, wait a minute," Wayne suddenly said, eyes widening in recognition. "You're that Monkie Kid chick!"

"Really?" Stone leaned in towards MK, getting far too close in personal to her face, peering at her with narrowed eyes. "Hey! You're right, She is!"

"Yeah, what of it?" She crossed her arms, clearly not in the mood to be bothered by these guys.

"Aw, no need to be so cold darlin' We're really huge fans of yours you know." Wayne nudged his friend in the arm, grinning.

"Hmph! Yeah, I'm sure you are."

"Oh, no, it's true, we are! Ain't that right, Stone?" He nodded quickly.

"Definitely! So whatcha doin' here all by yourself?" Stone asked.

"That's None of your business, jerk." MK replied hotly. "Look, leave me alone, okay?" MK shoved past them, heading back towards the water where she hoped she could cool down, not only from the heat of the sun, but from having to put up with these perverts.

"Aw Cmon darlin' don't leave," Stone growled as he and Wayne chased her down and gripped her both arms tightly. "Not without an autograph at least~" He cooed, wiggling his eyebrows.

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"No fair, you cheated!"

"I did no such thing. I won your little game fair and square!"

"You didn't have to hit the volleyball that hard, you little punk!" Pigsy scowled the fire demon while tending to his unconscious husband, who has a shiner on his head.

As they continued bickering, a loud, panicked scream pierced through the white sandy beaches, Sandy's ears perked, his large amber eyes went out towards the area, scanning it. He gasped. "Oh no, no look!" He points to a spot further out into the deeper section of the water.

Red Son followed his gaze, squinting to find what the gentle giant was referring too. Once he saw it, his eyes widened then narrowed in anger.

He growled.

"Hey, what are you?"

Before Mei could question him, Red Son was shoving past the group, zooming towards the water, shoving past anyone in his path.

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"Alright, I'm warning you pricks to buzz off, Or else I'll show you what happens to those who mess with The Monkie Kid!" MK hissed, towering over the boys hoping they'd buy her bluff and leave her alone.

Unfortunately, these two were smarter than she anticipated. "Oooh, sounds like fun! Can wanna see~!"

MK shrieked as she suddenly felt her bikini top loosen, the strings falling across her shoulders. "GET OFF ME!" MK screamed, She cried out when she found herself tackled from behind.

Oh, that's it she swore she would handle this and not pull out her staff but that's it!!

Unfortunately, someone has already beaten her to the punch, literally. An incoming fist landed on Stone's face, sending the jerk flying inches away from MK.

Both MK and Wayne froze when they heard the deep growling and the smell of smoke. MK glanced over Wayne's shoulder and saw the familiar red headed demon, His normal green eyes were glowing with a red burning rage, his hair blazing fire, smoke snorting from his nose and his mouth was drawn back in a menacing snarl, revealing his very sharp and deadly-looking teeth.

"I believe she told you both to 'Go away'," Red Son rumbled. "Or are the both of you hard of hearing."

"Woah, c-calm down pal. W-we were just playing around with her! Just having a little fun is all!" Wayne insisted, but immediately fell silent with the icy stare that was sent his way.

Red Son quickly glanced over to MK, who had her back turned to them, attempting to retie her top--surely to have come undone by those guys, The mere sight of her trembling state made his heart ache inside.

And he did like it. One. Bit!!

Red Son grabbed the two creeps by the back of their necks, holding him up in the air. The two yelped and struggled, but the fire user's grip was too strong.

"You hideous second rate demons have the audacity to harass an innocent young woman just because she said no!? It's filthy peasants like you who make it hard for women today to enjoy the beach comfortably."

"Wow, who knew Red Son was such a feminist."

"You can't help but try to get your grubby little hands on them and then assault them when they don't want to have anything to do with you. Well, let me just warn you..." He shoved them to the hot sand, hovering over them, a wicked grin plastered on his face.

"If I ever catch you fuckers pestering her or anywhere near her again, I will personally show you what happens to those messes with me, Understand"

Y-y-yes s-s-s-sir!" The demons stammered, giving him a shaky salute. "W-w-we promise! J-j-just spare us!"

Red's mouth turned up into an impish smirk. "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of touching the likes of you, however..." he let his sentence hang there.

Wayne and Stone nervously turned around and his Bull Clones surrounded them, General Ironclad pounding on his robotic fists.

Extremely satisfied, The Bull prince left them to the beatdown they were receiving. He goes over to MK's side, who had finished fixing herself up. "Honestly, Noodle Girl, surely you could have put up a better fight than--" He was cut off when MK launched herself towards him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, making him freeze up.

"Thank you..." She whimpered, burying her face into his chest.

"I-I-I..." Red Son stood there flustered, his entire face pink, his heart pounding, he could swear he saw little hearts floating over him. "Y-You're...Your Welcome?" He finally managed to say.

"MK, are you alright?" Mei asked frantically as the prince wrapped his towel around her shaking frame, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm okay," MK fixed her best friend with a tired smile. "Just a little worn out is all."

"Thanks for helping me, Red," the Monkie kid eventually spoke, smiling. The fire demon looked away uncomfortably, still trying to keep his composure. "I mean, I-I, Uhh..." He stammered, trying not to blush.

"Wow, never took you for the gentlemen type, Red Boi.." Mei said, crossing her arms.

"It's Red Son! And How dare you," Red Son screeched, looking rather offended. "I may be a villain but I was taught to respect a woman!"

MK gaped in awe as she could feel her heart race, 'A woman? Wow that doesn't sound half bad' Her face as red as a tomato at him referring to her as a woman rather than girl.

MK took a glance at the viewers watching, or reading.

"I think he's starting to grow on us, don't you think?"

"Uh, MK who are you talking to?" Sandy asked her.

"Uhh..."

#lego monkie kid #tales of the monkey princess #monkie kid mk #lmk red son #lmk spicynoodles

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peachy-wolfhard · 2 years

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He’s an asshole but he’s MY asshole (VI)

A/N: slayyy, im gonna be honest i completely forgot seven bells was an episode (i thought the morning after was a part in oblivion), everyone say it with me “dialogue taken directly from episode,” brought back klaus saying christ on a cracker bc i miss it

Taglist at the bottom, feel free to ask to be tagged in upcoming parts!

Warnings: sex implications, swearing like normal, character deaths,

Word Count: 2.9k

did i steal all of klaus’ dialogue at the beginning and give it to you? yes...

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

Groaning as you woke up was not a rarity, however, groaning as you woke up with the biggest hangover ever, naked, and on the floor was a rarity. Carefully sitting up you peek over the pool table and see someone shirtless asleep. Please be Ben. Please be Ben. Please be Ben. Hearing the person groan and sigh awake, you see Ben, “God, my head--” Ben starts. “Not so loud,” you reply from the floor. “Y/n? y/n, where are you?” Ben asks looking around. “Down here,” you say curling back into a ball and shielding your face from the Kugelblitz’s light. Sitting up on the pool table Ben looks down at you uncurl yourself and moves to sit in front of where he is. “Do you--,” Ben starts to ask before you interrupt him, “Not at all.” hearing tired footsteps coming closer you begin to look for your discarded dress. “Well, good morning my dear-- Oh my god!” Klaus says before turning around as fast as his hangover state could. “Christ on a cracker! A pool table? Really guys?” He continues to turn around with his hands over his eyes like a kid. Ben quickly finds his shirt and throws it to you so that you have something to cover up with. With his back turned you can see ‘ASSHOLE’ written in what seemed to be permanent marker, giggling, you continue looking for your missing dress.

After unsuccessfully trying to find both your clothes and the rest of Ben’s, the pair of you scurry to your room to change. Picking out your clothes for the day and taking a quick shower, you walk down to the foyer area where Ben said he would be. Sitting next to Ben, he pulls you in closer, arms wrapped around you with your legs crossed and on top of his. “How’d you sleep? Was the pool table as comfortable as it looks?” you joke with Ben. “How was the floor?” Ben says while playfully rolling his eyes before pulling you in closer. Light chatter fills the room and is abruptly interrupted by Five and Reginald walking through the door. All of the Umbrella’s start cheering over the speech Five made last night. “I especially liked when you referred to us as a family bound by destiny and love, “ Viktor says making you smile. I wish we loved each other as much as they do. “Okay, enough. It was the booze talking. In the light of day, you're still deplorable.” “And your day’s about to get worse,” Reginald forebodingly states. Buddy every time I see you my day gets worse.

“The Norse had seven sleepers. The Blackfoot, seven stars. As a boy, I heard the legend of the seven bells. All these stories are the same. The village is under threat by flood, by fire, by a night that never ends. A shaman brings his disciples to a sacred cave. He tells them if they can ring the seven magic bells, the village will be saved, and all will be restored just as was,” Reginald says confusing the group. “Reggie?” Lila says raising her hand. “Can we get a little less ‘Brothers Grimm’ and a little more ‘what the hell does this have to do with us?’” she continues, laying on Diego. “There is a truth to these myths. None of you can deny what’s going on around us. All of existence will be gone by the end of the day, but whoever or whatever wove together space and time, they left a way to put space and time together if the universe ever faced total annihilation,” Reggie continues to explain concerning you. Turning to directly face him, Klaus’ arm and head resting on your head, you listen more intently holding Ben’s hand. “There is a portal in the universe. I built this hotel around it, and on the other side is the answer.” Looking at Ben you give him a ‘is he for real?’ look to which he replies with a ‘why wouldn't he be’. “And… we’re supposed to, what? Just stroll in there and ring some bells, and fix this shit?” Luther pipes up. “Sarcasm aside you are mostly right. Except for the guardian.”

“What kind of guardian?” you and Viktor question at the same time. “The kind of guardian that does this,” Diego says showing his hand with missing fingers. “He had a sword.” “It is a force to be reckoned with,” Reginald says testing your patience with the old man. “See? Yeah. this is where you lose me.” “This is where he loses you? I checked out at the sacred cave,” Lila says making you nod your head in agreement. “Why would the builders of this ‘back door’ need to have a guardian?” Viktor asks. “Ah! To protect it from people who want to use it for nefarious means,” Sloane excitedly says, Reginald confirming that she’s correct. “So I guess it’s gonna take all of us to defeat the thing protecting the bells,” Allison says looking around the room.”You’re actually buying his crap?” Five asks already checked out. “How is a guardian and bells any crazier than time-traveling briefcases and assassins with cartoon masks?” Okay, I think we skipped a few chapters here, huh? Letting go of your hand Ben stands next to Reggie and says that he’s in. It couldn't hurt to try and save the world-- I mean universe. “Me too,” you say spurring Diego to join in. “But I think some of us should stay back, like Lila.” “Uh..or you can stay, and I can go,” Lila says popping up from where Diego dropped her on the sofa. “No. this is much bigger than all of us. Nobody can stay back,” Allison tells the group. How does she know? Reginald then goes on another tirade about how we are the only thing standing between oblivion.

“I say we vote on it,” Viktor says. “This isn't a democracy,” Ben says before you add “More of an anarchy but less cool sounding.” Another disagreement breaks out before Luther says to meet back in an hour with a decision. Following Ben after Reginald, you pull his arm back making him slow so that you can catch up. “Are you serious about this?” you ask wanting to make sure he isn't just doing as dear old Daddy says. “Yes, y/n why wouldn't I be? I want our family back as much as you do a-a-and doing this might make everything go back to normal,” Ben says emotion in his voice. “I just wanna have our family back, so please tell me you're in,” he finishes. “Of course, I’m in. I want our family back…and plus I get to kick someone’s ass that isn't related to us,” you say, smiling at the last statement. “When this is over, we should go on a vacation.” “Where to?” you ask smiling as he holds your hands and spins you around to where you are back to chest with him. “Somewhere romantic,” Ben says leaning into your ear.

An hour later you’re standing with your father-in-law from hell and your husband, as the voting starts. “We’ve all lost people, but their deaths have to mean something. Which is why I’ll be voting to go with Dad,” she concludes. “So it’s five in and four out now,” Viktor comments. “Y/n and I count as one,” Ben says making you shrug and roll your eyes. Now it was Five’s turn, Five votes to stay, and it's time to accept our fate. “You’re all pathetic,” Allison says walking away. “Why can't we go in there with the five of us?” you ask Reggie. “That would mean certain failure. There must be seven or more.” Reginald then goes on to another speech about how he failed the Umbrella’s and how by proxy ended the world. Ben rushes to be with Reggie leaving you to be alone with the Umbrella’s yet again. Sitting on the stairs next to Viktor, you lay down head resting on a step. “So now what?” Sloane asks Five to which he responds “Wait for the end.”

Getting up from your stairs, you go to your room to wallow at the thought of not being able to save your siblings. Being startled by Sloane screaming you jump up and run to where you heard her voice. Walking in you see Luther on the floor covered in blood, with a giant slash on his chest, and Sloane holding him. “Oh my god.” Viktor and Five soon rush in, Five asking what happened. “He went to go get ice. I couldn’t-- he didn't come back,” Sloane tearfully explains. Kneeling down you hug around her shoulders, her head coming to rest on your chest. “It must’ve been him. The guardian,” Lila says. Moving your arms you now cradle Sloane’s head, brushing some of her hair away from her face as she looks at Luther’s wounds. Reginald arrives after everyone, acting shocked at the scene. He did something I fucking know it. Why else would he pretend to be shocked? Looking up at Ben he says that if we attacked first he would’ve still been alive. Standing up from the ground you and your family are knocked back. “Okay, we’re out of time the Kugelblitz is here,” Five says glancing out the door. Reginald leads the way into Oblivion, Ben right behind him while the rest of the group files in. “We can’t leave him,” Sloane tearfully says to you. “I know hon but we have to okay? We need to go,” you as gently as possible explain. Allison joins with “We have to go now or we’ll die.” You and Allison pry Sloane away from Luther and run with her, just after she gave him one final kiss.

Walking through the tunnel you end up in the same suite, just… backward. Walking over to Ben you embrace each other, holding each other close. Reginald slams the Oblivion door shut and is the last one out. Viktor asks where Klaus is and Reginald informs the group that Klaus has been Kugelbitzed and is its last victim. “No, he was right behind me when I entered the tunnel,” Five says through gritted teeth. “We need to go back,” Sloane says tears still streaming down her face. Reggie says that it's no time for tears and that we should get moving before quickly walking out of the room. After a moment of silence, the group walks out and joins Reggie in the elevator. Walking out you are greeted with the same hotel you just left. Ben and Diego start going back and forth, ignoring them you look around, heading to the revolving doors. Walking through you are turned back around into the hotel, this time however through the other door. “What the fuck?” you say confused, looking back at the door. Heading back to your family you hear them talking about Luther and Klaus. “Don't even try it Five, the doors won't let you out,” Diego tells Five. “Well, that would've been nice to know a minute ago,” you sarcastically respond. “So, what, we’re stuck here?” Allison asks. “This place is a test and a trap and a means of salvation, all at once,” Reginald answers but does not answer.

“We get it, Diego. Bell bad. What do we do? Does anybody know?” Five asks. No one answers Five’s question; Lila leaves to go eat sushi causing Ben to make another asshole comment, “how can you possibly eat at a time like this?” “I don’t know. How can you be a dick at a time like this?” she replies back with the same snarky asshole tone. “Hey! Back off, all right?” Diego says intervening in their argument. “She’s eating for--” “Strength. In these trying times,” Lila interrupts Diego and then pulls him along with her. “Did it sound like he was gonna say she’s eating for two?” you whisper into Ben’s ear. “I think so. That’s probably why he told her to stay back,” Ben replies whispering in your ear before biting your lobe playfully. After Lila and Diego left the group dispersed, waiting for Reginald to tell them what they were here for. Sitting on the stairs with Allison and Sloane, helping clean her husband’s blood off of her hands. “I hate to say the things everyone says,” Sloane says through tears. “Mourning in cliche is the last thing you need to worry about,” Allison replies. “I know everything is ending but I thought we’d be together when it happened. I didn't even get to say goodbye,” she continues through sniffles. “I got to say goodbye to my daughter and my husband but it wasn't enough. Feelings are just… they’re too big for words,” Allison says while holding Sloane’s hand. Letting go of Sloane’s other hand and standing with your cloth you tell them you're going to get some water so that you can continue cleaning her hands. As you’re leaving you heard Allison say “prick. They don’t know what it's like, to lose someone that important.” Looking back you roll your eyes and scoff.

Gathering in the foyer, Reginald informs the group of the gameplan. Reggie says that you must find a sigil but he doesn't know what to do when you find it. Great going into certain death blindly. Thank you, dear father-in-law. “Excuse me? We’re here because you said you have a plan,” Viktor says incredulously. “I do, up to a point.” “Great. So we’ll just stay in the hotel forever, staring at the walls and eating bad sushi,” Lila not-so jokes. Allison comes to Reginald’s defense stating that finding the sigil is the best chance there is at resetting the universe. “Where do we start?” Viktor asks already tired of Five and Allison. “We’ll split into groups. I will go with Allison, Sloane, and y/n. Ben and Five with Viktor,” Reginald says making you increasingly annoyed. “No we want Allison.” “Ben for Allison. We’ve trained together, so it makes more sense if we take Allison,” Viktor and Five say making Allison say “yeah, no thanks.” Viktor questions why not and she goes quiet and looks at Reginald. “Splendid idea. Allison, you go with the Umbrellas. Sparrows, stick together,” Reginald says making you breathe a sigh of relief. Reginald says that everyone should take a different floor and just like that you are on your mission. Just as you three were in the elevator Reggie says that he forgot his journal, stating that he’ll meet up with you on five.

Wandering around the hotel looking for the sigil, you and Sloane are doing all the work. Ben’s leaning against a wall being his normal pouty self. “Oh, don’t forget to check under the plants,” Ben annoyingly says making you frustratedly sigh. “Get off your ass and start inspecting the walls for hidden compartments,” you say helping Sloane feel the wall behind a painting. “What the hell is wrong with you? People are dying left and right, and you’re acting like a sulky teenager,” Sloane says opening a door and looking in. “You should just like Dad,” Ben says while walking toward the door Sloane had just checked. “Why is it so important for Dad to like you? He doesn't you or us,” Sloane says, closing the room she was just looking in. “We made our own mark in this world without him,” she continues. “As the Sparrow Academy, but they’re gone now,” Ben counters. “He was never a Sparrow. He was our dad, and a shitty one at that. You don’t need him. He didn't even come to your wedding,” Sloane says at her breaking point with Ben. Ben sighs frustratedly, opening his mouth to say something he’s stopped by Five. “I can’t believe I’m saying this. I’m actually glad to see you guys,” Five says appearing from around the corner. “What’s wrong?” Sloane asks about to cry. “The hotel is changing. I’ve been walking around in circles, but it’s like the thing is alive,” Five explains. “We should get back to the lobby,” you say while closing the room you were peeking into. “Tried it. What ever direction I choose, I end up in the same spot.” “Or maybe you have no sense of direction,” Ben comments making you smack his arm. “Okay, lead the way, Magellan.”

Following Ben who clearly doesn't know what to do and where to go, the hotel starts to shake and creek. The lights then turn into a brighter golden color as the hotel continues to shake. ”Which one of the idiots do you think rang the bell?” you ask, leaning on the wall for support. After the shaking subsides the four of you continue walking around, trying to find the way back. Holding Ben’s hand as you walk down the hall, you get to another fucking hallway. Coming out of a room is a samurai snarling at the four of you. This must be the guardian. Of course, we get stuck fighting the fucking guardian. “Really? A samurai?” Ben says at the growling guardian. Sloane then charges at the guardian; yelling as she flips over the samurai and starts to use her powers to crush it. “Revenge looks good on her,” you say smirking along with Ben. “Would you shut up and help us kill this thing?” Five tells you as he heads to pick up an ax and go into battle.

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beautouslysandy · 1 year

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Pinky Promise

Tim Shepard x GN!Reader

By-Sandy

Warnings: None

Word Count- 624

Note- Just random little scenarios with Tim and his superstitious s/o

-Your a very superstitious person, four leaf clovers, fingers crossed, knock on wood, don’t hand scissors blade first, don’t walk under ladders, pick up a penny if you find it, don’t step on roadside, tile, sidewalk cracks, black cats equal bad luck, make wishes on wishbones, don’t bring umbrellas inside, and of course pinky promises

-It’s one of your many quirks. You can be a very tense person. But when your around him you don’t feel like that. You feel comfortable and you feel yourself loosen up. -He makes your life even better than it was. His the love of your life.

“I found a penny!” You gleamed running over to your boyfriend who is leaning on a road sign talking with someone from his outfit(gang)

“That’s great, love.” He said with a smile, he found your superstitions adorable. He wrapped his arm around you. He continued the conversation with the person.

———

You guys were walking on a trail in a wooded area, hand in hand. You took a deep breath with a smile “It’s so gorgeous today” you said remove your hand from his and twirling around. “Not as gorgeous as you though” He said smirking

You stopped twirling “Thank you. I am dizzy, now.” You groaned

You were trying to walk but you were walking oddly due to spinning around.

Tim began chuckling at you and walked over to you.

You looked over to find him behind you “I feel better now, don’t worry.”

He kissed you with passion, you were caught of guard but kissed back.

“What was that for?” You asked with giggle

“What I can’t kiss you?” He said with a smirk

“I didn’t say that…”You said as you walked on

———

“You promise?” You asked holding out your pinky

“Pinky promise.” He said intertwining his pinky with yours

You couldn’t love this man anymore then you already did, but turns out is possible to love somebody so much you get butterflies from the slightest things they do.

———

You were sitting outside on your porch, you were reading your new book you purchased at the local bookstore. “Babe?” You heard a familiar voice call

“Outside.” You said softly as you were focused on the pivotal moment in your new story

“Babe??” The voiced asked again louder

“Outsi…” You began but we’re too focused on the story to finish

“Babe?!” The voice called even louder

You didn’t answer, you have zoned out on the book

“BABE?!” The voice screamed with panic

“Yeah!” You said finally responding loud enough as the pivotal moment has passed

You heard footsteps near you and then the screen door swing open. “Why did you just now answer!” The voice said angrily

You looked up innocently and point at your book with an apologetic smile

Tim scoffed and smiled

He could never stay mad at you.

———

You guys were at a party and you were where you always are in this setting, right by your extremely protective and easily jealous boyfriend.

Dallas Winston walked towards y’all, you have met him a couple of times but you heard more about him than you have actually spoken to him.

“Hey, man.” He said talking to Tim

“Hey, Dally” He replied

You told him you were gonna go over to the bar, he waved at you focused on the conversation he was having with Dallas.

You quickly walked over to the bar to order a drink. A guy strolled up to you and began hitting on you. Clearly he had no idea that not only you were taken but that Tim Shepard was your boyfriend

You talked to him slightly but tried to give signs to him before Tim noticed. “Who hell are you?!” You heard your boyfriend boom

“Uh” The guy said

Then Tim starting punching him, you have been through this enough that there is no way in hell you were going to be able to stop him so you grabbed your drink and walked over to a place to sit down and wait for your boyfriend. You sighed “Guys are so stupid.” You took a sip of your drink as your boyfriend gave the random dude more than a black eye.

He was ridiculous but he was yours and you loved him with all your heart. And he loved you with all of his heart.

This was my first time writing him,

How did I do?

-Sandy

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #tim shepard

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starorbits-world · 2 years

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AU where Adrien sees the pain of the real world.

Adrien Meets Agony- High Road Obliviated.

Adrien sits down in class, bored. Then Marinette and Chloe walk in together, giggling like the BFFs they are. The whole class with the exception of Ayla and Nino glare at them like hardened criminals. Adrien joins in for the fun of it, but Marinette and Chloe shoot one look at him and burst out laughing. What? He thinks, confused. His face must look really ridiculous, because they laugh harder.

“Hey!” Bustier says, clapping her hands. “Sit down. That is no way to act to your classmates.” This tidbit from her makes them laugh harder. Wiping their eyes, they sit down next to each other, still giggling.

Lila slides in next to him and immediately clings to his arm. She rests her head on his shoulder, and he kisses it. He inwardly wretches at putting his precious lips anywhere NEAR that stinky sausage hair. But in order to keep Lila happy… it was for the greater good, really. Marinette should have seen that, and now Lila understandably spreader nasty rumors and vicious lies about Marinette bullying her in order to turn the class against her in an effort to simply make Marinette so sad and miserable she shut down and stopped fighting. What was so bad about that? Honestly, he was practically the smartest guy in Paris for taking the High Road.

He starts to pay attention when a dark, handsome boy with forest green eyes walks in and introduces himself. “Hi. I’m Damian. I’m from Gotham and I transferred here.” He takes a seat across from Adrien and in front of Marinette. Adriens eyes travel to the bluenette, who is staring deep into this Damian kids eyes. Adrien doesn’t know what to think, until a slip of paper gently glides down and lands on his desk. He opens it. ‘Hey, Adrihon, wanna do for a walk tonight. Bring an umbrella, it’s gonna rain and our first kiss can be under the rain -Your love bug, Lila.’ There was a big fat smooch mark on the paper. Adrien tried not to throw up. He wished he could do that with Marinette, but you know, Lila’s pleasure was more important than anything.

He reminded himself it was for the best when he saw Damian handing Marinette a slip of paper. He couldn’t help but notice Marinette blush furiously when her hands brushed Damian’s. His heart stopped(I wish) when Marinette gave Damian the special look, the one that was meant for Adrien! Ok, that was IT. Adrien Agreste needed at least two girls who actually had a shot fighting over him, and when Chloe was done with him nobley defending Lila and kicked him in the crotch, he decided maybe he should hang back. Take the high road. Of course, this strategy would never work when Adriens feelings REALLY were involved. This Damian was goin down.

*Time skip to this evening*

Adrien is on his way to Lila’s, praying those gray clouds with the promise of a storm would hold. He brought an umbrella, to cater to Lila’s whims. He rings on the doorbell and sees Lila wearing an extremely showy dress. “Adrien!” Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard, a constant screeching reminder of the high road. “ I am SO excited for are first date! EEEE!! So excited, my bestie Audrey Bougoire hand knitted me this dress for free! Clara Nightingale said she desperately wished she could join us, but she’s at a concert in Hollywood, where I meet so many of my best friends!” Ha. Lila didn’t even bother to check her lies. Clara wasn’t at a concert in Hollywood, she literally just had a meeting with his father. They start to walk on, and while Lila chatters on an ON about her celebrity friends and how she’ll get them an a live date TV show next time, the rain starts to really come down.

“Ooooooo!” Lila says, jumping up and down. “Rain! Kiss me, kiss me, Adrihon!” Adrien grudgingly leaned over, but out of the corner of his eye…

Marinette stood in the rain. Damian was right beside her, and she felt something knot together in the universe, something click together, like it was always meant to be and it always would and suddenly the world was full of bubbles and glitter and baby blue and light pink and sunshine, because, exactly ten hours after meeting, after just seeing each other, Damian Wayne leans over and kisses her. She breaks the kiss and grins, leaning in to a solid wall of comforting muscle.

“Shall we head to the cafe? My treat!” Damian smiled down at her. He holds the umbrella with ease as a strong gust of wind rips in.

“We shall.” Marinette responded with fake majesticness. She swirled her dress, which was a gorgeous floor length gown, light pink at the top slowly fading to silver at the very bottom. It was beautiful, especially for a summer dress. She had a gold bracelet and corresponding gold necklace.

And arm in arm, they walked over to the Sweet Treats cafe.

Adrien stared in jealousy as his lips brushed Lila’s, half not knowing if she would ever let go, half knowing he had to. Then the strong gust of wind jerked the umbrella out of his hand, knocking him away from Lila. The rain poured in relentlessly, and within moments his best suit was drenched. He called his body guard, and he came and picked him up. When Adrien arrived home, he was shivering and soaked to the bone. He went up to his room, took an extra hot shower, relaxed on his 30000 dollar couch under huge fluffy blankets. He called out Plagg to talk to him and be his moral conscience.

“Oh, why does my life have to suck so much?” Adrien whined to Plagg, who shot a disdainful look at… everything. The gourmet, delicious, best chef made, platter of scrumptious Bess, the huge fluffy blankets, the arcade, the view… there was no stopping. The only thing Adrien Agreste didn’t have was a life.

“I just don’t know.” Plagg responded cooly. “I mean, what kind of a father gives his son that cheap of a couch! 30000 bucks! Honestly, he just couldn’t care less.”

“I know, right?” Adrien exclaimed, too oblivious to know that was called sarcasm. “You know what? Imma go talk to Ladybug, and she’ll go out with me to make me feel better, won’t she? She has to, right? Yeah. And then I’ll kiss her, and she’ll be so enchanted by me and entranced, she’ll never take her eyes off me, and I’ll know her identity, and love will be on track. Perfect!”

Plagg is so horrified by the sheer evil of this plan, he just… he doesn’t. He literally can’t find any words, and the ones he did find… well, let’s just say I’d rather not repeat them. As he’s sucked into the ring, he wonders whether he could cataclysm the rings owner from inside the ring. But then… something pops up in his head. The guardians book- the knowledge that had already been stored inside his brain- The Ring Spirit of Plagg smirks as he remembers.

Hawk Moth has sent out an Akuma. The akuma is called First Date, and he is a monster that makes people he hit with his beams act like it’s the first time they’ve ever done something, or makes them completely mess up and say the wrong thing. The more confessions someone has to make, the bigger they grow, until they’re the center of attention for the whole world to see. Chat Noir meets LB on a rooftop, surveying the villain. He kisses her hand, hardly reacting when she pulls back with a snap.

“Stop!” She yells.

He pouts. “Milady, what have I done to deserve that tone?”

“Too many things!” She shouts. “ Figure it out! I AM DATING SOMEONE, SO ACCEPT THAT OR I WILL TAKE AWAY YOUR MIRACULOUS!”

“Whoa whoa whoa! What did I DO?” He cries, getting defensive. “It wasn’t me who constantly rejected you. It wasn’t me who forced you to self sacrifice yourself. It wasn’t me who just told you I was going to take away your miraculous!”

“No.” Ladybug answers calmly. “It was me who told you I was going to take away your miraculous. And it was me who just did.”

��VENOM!” Someone shouts from behind him. Then he is frozen, and he can only watch and Queen Bee and Ladybug both slip the miraculous off his finger. And he can only feel the hatred when they see who he really is.

Ladybug slips the ring on her finger, and Plagg whirls out, grinning. “Thanks, LadyB!”

“Anytime Plagg.” She responds, high fiving him. “Never call me that again.”

“K” Plagg says. “Anyways, that was me! I made him say aaaaanything he really wanted to say, like what was in his nonexistent heart. It’s a little thing called Miraculous Kwami Toxin. Forces him to do my will like he did me.”

“Wow,” LB says, before a shriek gets through to her in the battle below. It was Lila Rossi, and she was growing bigger and bigger. Ladybug starts recording as Lila confesses to everything, from her lies about Marinette to the lies that got her a free speedboat. lt instantly uploads to the Ladyblog. Then she and Queen Bee easily defeat the villain.

The next day, the police are parking inside school grounds, taking Liar Rossi away.

As class starts, the entire Akuma Class starts to apologize. Ayla, Marinette, Damian, Chloe, and Nino stand firm through the fake apologies, and walk to their seats, knowing they’re gonna be ok.

#adrien salt #daminette

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drinkingpoison · 4 months

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hey hey!! for the f/o ask game!! ( https://www.tumblr.com/aftonfamily/737104351142838272?source=share ) any f/o of your choice and if you cant choose, phone guy or william afton!! ☔ — f/o and s/i got caught in the rain... write about how they handle it! did either of them bring an umbrella?

🦠 — f/o or s/i has gotten sick! a cold? a fever? the flu? whatever they caught, write about the other trying to take care of them!

I do love writing for both Will and Anthony - so I've decided to split it up between both of them!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ 📓

☔ with Anthony because he's definitely the type to make sure he had an umbrella on hand -

It'd been raining all night, Jeremy could somehow hear it pounding on the metal roof of the pizzeria over all the noise going on inside. All he could do was hope it wasn't absolutely pouring by the time he got off work, leaving right before anyone normally showed up. Even Anthony had a tendency to show up about five after six, and Jeremy wasn't about to sit around and wait on a normal day.

Today was unfortunately different, as it was still very much pouring cats and dogs as he stepped out and locked the front door behind him. With a heavy, defeated sigh, the night guard shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned helplessly up against the wall to avoid being splashed.

His watch read 6:00 exactly, and he could probably expect his relief to be late with how the roads would look this morning. Looks like he was stuck -

Or so he thought, the car pulling into the lot almost going unnoticed in his sulking. But it looked familiar, no way someone had shown up early that fateful morning? To his surprised delight, that seemed to be the exact case, Anthony opening an umbrella before stepping carefully out of the car, hurrying his way to the door where the water logged man awaited saving.

"Looks like you could use some help getting to your car."

"Oh my god, my knight in shining armour. I very much do."

They took off quickly for the car parked across the lot, Jeremy clearly regretting this decision at this point, splashing through puddles and giggling all the way, Anthony making a point to hold the umbrella over his companion as he unlocked the door.

"Thank you, babe. I appreciate it."

Smiling ear to ear, Jeremy leaned in for a quick kiss which Anthony gladly returned.

"Anything for you, Jerbear. I tried to show up a little early today."

🦠 with Will, because one of my biggest fantasies is taking care of him heh.

Will had cooped up in the bedroom all day, on bed rest under Jeremy's strict command after he woke up and vomited five minutes later that morning, clearly feeling unwell. He didn't mind too much, aside from being a bit bored, it was nice being waited on hand and foot.

Jeremy on the other hand had spent the last thirty minutes trying to make chicken noodle soup, while also telling his youngest kids to settle down and stop picking at each other's nerves. He was eventually successful, bursting through the bedroom door with a huff and a hot bowl of soup clasped in both hands.

"Here you go, babe. You need to try and eat something."

"Of course, dear. I'm sure it smells delicious, I wish I could tell."

He accepted the food with a good natured chuckle, the fact he was stuffed up extremely clear as he spoke and attempted to sniff the steam. Looking amused but sympathetic, Jeremy climbed up beside his sniffly darling, happy to keep him company.

As long as the two children in the living room continued existing peacefully -

#thank u sm for the asks <3 #☎️#🚬#📓#📼

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gdayinla · 2 years

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Saturday, July 30, 2022

I’m tired of looking up what the moon is in.

I don’t know what kind of flowers they are that I’m thinking of but they’re purple and in the backyard at home.

I’ve always despised the smell.

But as I sit here at my favorite reading spot, I think I smell them now maybe- and I’m reminded of my mom. I miss her. I need to tell her to book a flight for September second. And I want to greet her at the airport with a hug and tell her I need her to move out here because I’m scared I can’t do this without her. By this, it’s just living.

We used to do this warmup in UPC for exec meetings. We’d talk about what kind of color we were feeling that day.

I’m wearing my fuchsia top and a brown shirt and blue jeans and my nails are painted to brightly- but hell, I am feeling so grey today.

Belly just found out Susannah is sick again and I’m worried.

Every time I make some kind of big decision there’s always a period of worry. It’s a brief moment after I’ve made whatever decision it is like getting a rabbit where I just think that maybe I did the wrong thing, but I know that I can’t do anything about it because it’s already happened. Right now I am in a big period of worry. Maybe I shouldn’t have- Holy shit a food robot just went by.

Anyway

Maybe I shouldn’t have moved to LA for this job. I don’t know- I haven’t felt this way until Thursday night. My job feels threatened.

I’m not the type of person to get fired. I’m just not. So I’m going to make sure I’m not.

This guy at Starbucks was calling barista babe. Hey babe what size is this medium or large. Keep smiling.

God, I could throw up.

My mom calls wait staff babe, the young women mainly. But she does it in a motherly way. In the way that she used to be a server. She cares. She’s kind.

I’m looking at airplane tickets for her to fly out in September.

I’m going to cry I think. God I miss her.

I think it’d be easier if I have friends here.

I remember Aimen is in town. I text her. (Turns out she banged up her knee at the pier and can’t hangout. It’s fine)

Happiness is a slurpee and a hot pink straw

There is an old man sat under one of the umbrellas. First a woman maybe a little older than me sits with him. Then two other men, not as old as him, then maybe his family joins him.

I finish the book and leave a little after five.

I go over the one hour parking limit. I don’t know how long I sat there.

I got in the car and drove and I felt good, like really good for the first time since Thursday night. My music makes me feel good and I’m yelling. I’m also trying to kill the multiple gnats in my car. They tormented me the entire day.

I go grocery shopping. They don’t have watermelon spears. They do have theee boxes of mini chocolate chip pancakes.

I feel good when I workout for the first time in…I don’t know to be honest. I put on the playlist of Lizzo music made for a treadmill workout. Half an hour and I was so sweaty.

I need to get bike shorts.

I take a dip in the pool. Two old ladies speak in a different language at one of the tables. They smile at me. I swim.

I get back to my apartment and sit down with We’ll Always Have Summer.

The book has me nervous which does not help with the anxious feeling I still feel from Thursday. It hasn’t gone away. And I want to cry again as I read. I finish the whole book before 11.

I’m not as tired as I was last night. Last night I was asleep before 11. But I am nauseous from not eating dinner which does not help my nerves.

What I had to eat today:

-Yogurt with fruit

-Venti strawberry açaí lemonade with light ice

-2 cubes of watermelon I shared with Zuzu

And it’s 11 PM. I need to not do this. I’ll make tortellini. I wish it wasn’t too late to call someone back home.

I get to see L tomorrow. We’ll talk and I’ll have a good day. I know I will.

I make tortellini while I FaceTime F. She’s back home in TX. I cry. We talk. I feel better after the conversation to go to sleep.

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just-come-baek · 2 years

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ooo shanga day?

Pairing: boyfriend!jaemin x streamer!reader

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: You get really upset when, due to a blackout, your stream ends up cut short, and your game is not saved. Thankfully, your boyfriend, Jaemin, with a heart of gold and a dirty mind, knows what to do to cheer you up.

FYI: “Ooo shanga day?” is Simlish for “Why me?”

A/N my entry for neohub event! Dedicating this fic to people who heart, reblog and comment stuff. Real MVPs you are! 💚💚💚

The weather outside was perfect – perfect to stay at home and stream. In fact, it was raining cats and dogs. According to your boyfriend, who moonlighted as your private weather forecast presenter, the storm was coming. Jaemin went on and on about how you shouldn’t leave your shared apartment unless it’s absolutely necessary. If there was no other way to convince you to stay inside, he nagged you to wear warm clothes and take an umbrella.

Thankfully, you didn’t feel like leaving your house under any circumstances. You were supposed to go to the gym, but you changed your plans to playing your favorite game – the Sims 4. After all, it’s been quite a while since you had a chance to enjoy the game experience.

“The game is so glitchy,” you complained when the public lot on which you wanted to hold a wedding ceremony for your Sims glitched for the hundredth time. “Seriously, guys. Don’t get the newest game pack. Wait until they fix all the bugs first.”

mortimergothrawr| 20:43 | can’t you just turn the pack off in the settings?

You looked into the comment section of your live stream, wishing that turning off the game pack was an option. “Unfortunately not. I got it, and now I gotta suffer the consequences.”

Sighing, you decided to give up on marrying your Sims. The officiant didn’t show up, the guest didn’t want to do anything once they sat their asses down to watch the ceremony, and for some reason, your Sims refused to cut the wedding cake.

“I am done,” you groaned when your game froze when you tried to make your Sims elope. “I am so done with this. Who needs marriage anyway? Cohabitation is just as fun, isn’t it?”

watercowplantsdaily41 | 20:45 | which game pack is actually worth the money?

Waiting for the bugged game to unfreeze, you looked at the twitch chat. “It mostly depends on what you like to focus on when you play. I’m all about gameplay, so for me, it’s definitely parenthood,” you blabbered, naming all the perks that you could list off the top of your head.

donlotariohotdaddy | 20:47 | do you plan on inviting your boyfriend to stream with you?

You read another message and cringed mentally, remembering the last time Jaemin joined your stream. It was a fun experience, but you weren’t ready for it to occur again.

First of all, Jaemin doesn’t know anything about gaming. It was a nightmare to sit next to him and watch him play. Jaemin was polite and tried his best to create a decent-looking Sim, and all of the viewers seemed to enjoy the stream (mostly your reactions, though; especially when Jaemin did questionable things or spilled embarrassing facts about you.)

Second of all, you doubted Jaemin would like to participate again. You would hate to force him to do something he didn’t want, so you had to figure out an elaborate excuse.

“I don’t think he will anytime soon. Jaemin’s really busy balancing both university and work,” you politely answered when you exited the save and returned to the main menu. “I’ll let you guys know before if he ever decides to join.”

woofwoof17 | 20:51 | you’re so cute together. I hope we can see the both of you soon

“What should I play now?” You asked, scrolling through your long list of saves, not knowing what to focus on. “Anyone got any suggestions? Should I build something? I haven’t built any starter homes in a while…”

godcompexhitsbad | 20:57 | have you got any new mods to show us?

“I haven’t got any new ones ever since we got the last big update,” you replied, scrolling through the comments to find inspiration. It’d be a shame to end the stream so soon, especially when you didn’t get a chance to play properly…

sulsul123 | 21:01 | have you played the scenarios yet? The power couple one sounds fun

thesims2dabest | 21:01 | naaaaurrrrr they are too easy

caliente_nina67 | 21:01 | they’re like community challenges but for dummies

You watched people argue in the chat and occasionally shared your opinions on the matters. Although the topic wasn’t particularly controversial, quite a debate emerged, which you eloquently concluded with a short statement – fuck capitalism.

“Actually, I have never finished my 100 baby challenge when I think about it,” you wondered, trying to find that save. “It’s been ages since the last time I played it.”

toddlersdeservebetter96 | 21:12 | we’re in for a marathon, besties

With the help of your viewers, you found the right save and let it load. According to your thorough family bio, your Sim just gave birth to baby number 52, about to start looking for another donor. Your matriarch didn’t have it easy; based on your family tree, you made your Sim suffer from six twin pregnancies already.

“Oh my god, the house is awful,” you cringed at your old build. Your skills have improved significantly since the last time you played that save, so it was time to provide your Sims with a beautiful household they truly deserved.

Firstly, you moved all necessary items to the inventory. You were on the budget, and you didn’t want to sell appliances and decorations for a depreciated price, only to buy the same exact ones twice as expensive.

Taking your viewers’ pointers and suggestions, you spent almost an hour building a new house for your matriarch and the kids. It was fun to engage with other players, especially when they gave you great ideas on how to decorate the interior.

“Hmm… now that I think about it, I should give my Sims a makeover. I wanna pluck my eyes out when I see all these base game outfits. What was I thinking?” You joked, popping into the Create-a-Sim center.

fatherwintersbaby19 | 22:31 | not all your Sims looking like NPCs

nomoreideasforusernamessorry2 | 22:31 | you seriously play with your townies, lmfao

people.dont.read.these.anyway | 22:31 | cottage living pack has so many cute outfits

“I shouldn’t base an entire look on a nail polish, should I?” You pondered, contemplating if you should begin your makeover from the start again. You somehow made your matriarch look cute. However, when you could see the final outcome, all colors seemed to clash.

giveaustheburglarsback | 22:45 | you’re overthinking it. Your Sims look adorable

“Aww… thank you so much.”

whoremembers11 | 22:51 | I have to go now. Are you going to stream during the weekend?

“I don’t know. I’ll be watching the new season of Bridgerton with Jaemin,” you answered, entering the game mode. “He’s been really excited about it, and I can’t ditch him,” you giggled as you wondered what kind of dramatic reaction Jaemin would give you if you actually had the audacity to choose gaming over a Netflix marathon with him.

Focusing on the game, you took care of your Sims’ needs. Your children went to school, leaving your matriarch with the toddlers who desperately needed to be potty trained.

“Who should be our next baby daddy?” You asked your audience as you opened the family tree, attempting to see who you had already woohooed with. You’d feel embarrassed if you tried to court one of your previous donors. That would be a rookie mistake you’d hate to make.

“Occult babies count double. Should we woo Vlad? Or maybe Father Winter? Wait– does he even count as an occult Sim? I don’t think he does,” you thought, rambling to yourself, trying to make the best choice.

Despite your indecisiveness, the people on your stream helped you choose your next target. Without much trouble, you invited Knox Greenburg over. Quickly, you discovered his traits and swept him off his feet with your flawless coquetry.

“Should I randomize the woohoo place?” You asked, and everyone in the chat seemed to love that idea. “That’ll be one hell of a date if you ask me,” you commented while typing all woohoo spots in the online randomizer. “Here goes nothing,” you muttered, letting the wheel of fortune decide your matriarch fate.

Much to your dismay, your next baby was to be conceived in a dumpster. Maybe it wasn’t the most romantic option, but you hoped it would be, at least, efficient.

With determination written all over your face, you continued your game. Your matriarch took care of the children and worked from home on her cat video creator career.

“She’s going into labor!” You yelled in excitement when you got the notification. Quickly, you deleted the action queue, sending her off to the hospital. “Guys, it’s happening. Say hello to baby number 53. I really hope it’s a girl.”

It was a boy.

“Do you guys have any name ideas?” You asked, looking for suggestions. “Oh my god, the weather outside is terrible. I just heard a really loud thunder,” you added as you craned your head to look through the window. “I know it’s a stupid idea, but should I name him Thor?”

Just when you were to save your progress and end the stream, you got another pop-up notification – your matriarch just gave birth to twins.

It was a girl.

“What? Twins? How am I gonna raise them all at once?” You muttered in worry, knowing how much work it required to bring up more than one child on a short lifespan. “Okay. An idea. Would it be too much if I named her Hela? Never mind, I am naming her Hela.”

You were getting pretty tired – your eyes were getting dry, and you needed to rest. It was definitely your cue to end the stream and tell Jaemin to stop napping on the couch and join you in your bed. After all, it was almost midnight.

“What the hell? No way,” you breathed out, unable to comprehend what just happened. “Triplets? Is this for real? Are you freaking kidding me? What are the odds?” You shook your head in disbelief. “Actually, I know the odds – one percent.”

It was another boy.

sellmefootpics18 | 23:43 | please name him Loki

Without any hesitation, you entered the suggested name. You were desperate to end your stream now – you had enough surprises for one sitting.

Unfortunately, before you got to save and exit the game, you saw a bolt of lightning followed by thunder and a blackout. Within a second, the electricity was gone, and so was your game progress.

No, no, no, no, no.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” You screamed at the top of your voice, ready to break something. Cursing under your breath, you clenched your fists, letting frustration take over you.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” Jaemin asked in worry as he rushed through the doors, alarmed by your shouting. “The lights are out. Are you alright?” Jaemin scurried to your desk, making sure not to blind you with the flashlight.

“I haven’t saved my game,” you confessed, resting your forehead on Jaemin’s shoulder when he crouched down in front of your gaming chair. Gently, he wrapped his hands around you, letting you calm down in his arms.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, tightening his embrace. “Wanna talk about it?” Jaemin offered, and you straightened up and looked him into his eyes. “Let’s lie down before you tell me everything that happened in your game.”

Jaemin was a perfect boyfriend – he knew what to say, how to say it, and most importantly, when.

Gently squeezing your hand, he helped you get up and led you to the other room. The bright beam of the flashlight illuminated the floor as you walked to your bed, trying not to step on anything that was scattered by your feet.

“I was really worried when I heard your scream,” Jaemin confessed as he watched you crawl under the sheets, throwing the duvet over your head in defeat. Smiling at your adorable antics, Jaemin lay down next to you, pulling you against him, spooning you. “What happened?” He asked, and you turned around to face him, peeking at him from beneath the blanket.

Having lit a peach-scented candle by the nightstand, Jaemin wrapped his hands around your frame, letting you ramble. Although he had no idea what you were talking about, he listened to you attentively. He found your passion adorable, and admittedly, he could listen to you prattle for hours.

His right hand travelled all over your hips and your lower back as he gently nodded his head, consuming all the information.

“You don’t understand. Do you have any idea what the odds are?” You asked dramatically, huffing in frustration. It was quite an achievement, but it was all for nothing.

“One to a hundred, yes, you’ve mentioned it only a couple of times,” Jaemin giggled, brushing hair out of your face as he pressed a fond kiss against your forehead.

“Sometimes I envy you,” you whispered, pouting. “You’re laid-back and always relaxed, and you don’t have a single ounce of competitiveness in you,” you carried on as you played with the hem of his hoodie, hoping you could absorb some of his nonchalant energy and de-stress.

“You’re hot when you’re passionate about something, though,” Jaemin argued back, ready to elaborate that your enthusiasm was one of the reasons why he loved you so much. You were always devoted to everything you put your mind to, and your motivation to get all of it done to perfection was admirable about you.

“Thank you, Jaemin,” you said, leaning forward to give him a gentle peck.

“We could practice if you want,” Jaemin offered, and you raised your eyebrow in suspicion.

“Practice what exactly?” You asked in curiosity, narrowing your eyes at him, hoping he’d clarify. “Do you want to teach me how to chill, or what?”

“I meant your game challenge,” Jaemin admitted, and you laughed, poking his side.

You looked at Jaemin in confusion, trying to decipher his odd statement. What did he mean by practice? The power was gone; there was no way in hell you could start the game and try it again.

“Why are you smiling like that?” You inquired, twisting your facial expression in distaste.

“Like what?”

“Like a sex offender,” you replied honestly, and Jaemin burst out laughing. “Stop doing that.”

“How can you be so dense? I mean us, practicing,” Jaemin groaned as he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you closer, giving you an obnoxious kiss. “Like in real life.”

“What the hell?” You raised your voice, trying to untangle yourself from Jaemin’s arms. “Are you kidding me? It’s not something you can practice! And even if we could, we’re not ready. And how do you expect us to have triples? Are we even genetically potent for that? I mean… my mom is a twin, and everybody knows it likes to skip a generation, but still… it would be very immature of us, don’t you think? Also, can you imagine having triplets? Wild, and think about the stretch marks; they must be pretty bad after having triples,” you rambled, but Jaemin’s genuine smile he had when he looked at you never faltered.

“I’ve given it some thought, and I think we’re ready, but I understand your worries,” Jaemin genuinely answered, staring into your eyes. Did he think about having children with you? He must’ve had everything already figured out – the mortgage and the kindergarten were probably included in that thought process. “We could play pretend for now. You know… to see how we feel about it.”

You were deeply touched by Jaemin’s heedful words. Although he seemed ready to start a family, you didn’t feel pressured to make up your mind. Jaemin simply made that proposition for you to consider, willing to wait as much as you’d need to.

“Play pretend how? I’m on the pill, and you’ve been nutting inside me ever since. How is that pretending?” You answered, giggling when Jaemin pouted in slight annoyance.

“Roleplay! Role-play! Haven’t you heard of it?” Jaemin yelled, dramatically rolling his eyes. “Roleplay, woman. As in breeding yes, baby no. What do you think?”

Instead of giving him an instant reply, you only hummed, thinking his proposition through. You were taking your pills regularly, so the chances of getting pregnant were low, almost nonexistent. The only thing you dreaded was that you’d grow to like that type of roleplay a bit too much.

Jaemin suggestively winked at you a few times, interchangeably blowing you innocent kisses, hoping it could convince you. Your lack of reply made him slightly anxious, but when you smiled and nodded your head, Jaemin heaved a large breath, not realizing he was even holding it in.

“Awww… you want me to put a pretend baby in you,” Jaemin cooed, sliding his hand under the hem of your (his) hoodie, pulling you even closer. “You want me to fuck you full of my cum and make your belly swell,” he teased, and you hid your face in the crook of his shoulder, hoping it was enough to cover all signs of your embarrassment.

“Stop it,” you whispered, but your words didn’t carry their gravity. Giggling, Jaemin gave your neck playful kisses, obnoxiously pulling away with an over-the-top mwah sound.

“Let me take care of you,” Jaemin said as he propped his weighed on his elbow, taking in all of your beauty. “Tonight is all about you,” he added and pressed a chaste kiss against your forehead.

“You better mean it,” you smiled, letting Jaemin do whatever was currently occupying his mind.

“Have I ever not?” Jaemin challenged with a raised eyebrow, but when you were to talk back and tease him, he pulled the hood on your face, shutting you up before you even managed to say anything. “Don’t you dare lie to me; you always come back for more.”

“That is true,” you replied, pushing the hood off your face. “You’re too good for me,” you admitted as you reached down to the hem of the hoodie, pulling it over your head, revealing your bare skin to him. You spent the entire day inside, so it wasn’t just pointless to suffer from wearing your bra. For Jaemin, it was a pleasant surprise to discover there was nothing underneath the thick hoodie.

“You streamed like that? Naughty,” he commented, staring at your bare chest, admiring it. When watching wasn’t enough, he stretched his arms to fondle your breasts, making you hiss when he squeezed them unexpectedly.

“Relax, the camera was set to film from my neck upwards,” you clarified, so Jaemin could drop his possessive boyfriend act. Besides, even if your chest got caught on camera, your curves were concealed under the hoodie. It was so big and thick you were just a shapeless form. “There’s nothing worth getting jealous over.”

“Of course, there is,” Jaemin argued, willing to shower you with compliments and screeds on how others envy him for dating you. “Have you seen yourself? Even dressed like a goblin, you’re gorgeous as fuck,” he added, judging your sweatpants. Although Jaemin loved when you dolled up for him, he felt just as attracted to you in your comfortable home wear.

“How about we get back to the let-me-take-care-of-you part, hmm?”

“We got a bit sidetracked, didn’t we?” Jaemin grinned as he leaned forward, peppering your neck and cleavage with delicate kisses, kneading your breasts. “Imma prep you so well,” he whispered when he slid his hand into your panties, flicking your clit with his skillful fingers.

“Just take it all off,” you urged as you pulled down your sweatpants together with your red lacy panties down to your mid-thigh, letting Jaemin take care of the rest.

“Huh,” Jaemin whispered upon seeing your fancy pair of underwear before he yanked it down your legs and tossed it onto the floor. “That’s what you wear underneath all of that?” He asked, still comprehending your fashion choice. Were you planning to have him dick you down?

“All the plain ones are in the laundry,” you commented, innocently batting your eyelashes.

“It’s your turn this week, so of course, you let it pile up,” Jaemin tsked as he got rid of your socks, so you were lying completely nude in front of him. “I have an idea,” he added, quickly looking away to rummage through your nightstand. “How do you feel about it?” Jaemin asked, showing you the cute purple vibrator which you both liked to use from time to time to spice things up.

“Yes,” you replied eagerly, knowing Jaemin would put you through sweet torture with it.

Smirking, Jaemin turned on the device and pressed it against your clit, letting it gently tease you with the slowest setting. “It feels nice, doesn’t it?” he cooed as he watched you roll your hips, trying to apply more pressure.

“Mmm… keep going,” you purred as you shut your eyes close, letting the pleasure slowly build up. With the toy still against your core, Jaemin leaned in and sucked your left nipple, providing you with extra stimulation. “More,” you whispered, and Jaemin surprisingly complied with you, switching to the quicker mode. “Fuck.”

“You’re so wet already,” Jaemin commented as he looked at your drenching entrance glistening with your essence. “I could slide right in, but I’ll wait until after you come,” he teased, rubbing your juices all over your folds. “Should I turn it up more? I can’t wait to see you writhe,” Jaemin suggested, and you nodded your head, unable to say no to him.

The tip of the vibrator dug into your clit, making your legs shake, and it was only on speed 3 out of the possible 5. Jaemin’s sinful words must’ve got to your head a bit too much than you’d like them to. Tonight you were exceptionally sensitive, and Jaemin wouldn’t take it easy on you. Quite the contrary, he’d please you until you wouldn’t be able to take any more.

That’s how much he loved you.

“Why did you stop?” You whined when Jaemin turned off the device. “Nana,” you whimpered, hoping your begging voice would make him turn it back on.

“It wasn’t me,” Jaemin answered as he creased his eyebrows, studying the vibrator. There was only one explanation on why it would randomly switch off, and you groaned, blaming it on your bad luck. “I think the battery is out,” Jaemin delivered the news after inspecting the device, and you held back a frustrated sob. “Sorry, babe.”

“Where is your power bank?” You asked, not even trying to conceal your desperation. “We could charge it up. It’ll be ready just in time for round two,” you bargained, but Jaemin only offered you an awkward smile which was a pretty good indicator your plan wasn’t going to work out.

“I don’t have it,” he revealed, and you pouted, heaving a deep sigh. “I‘ve lent it to Jeno. He’s going on a hiking trip this weekend, so I let him have it,” Jaemin explained, smiling sheepishly.

Jaemin was too good for his own good. Of course, charging your vibrator during a blackout wasn’t one of the reasons why Jaemin had made that purchase, but Jeno was going on these silly hikes way too often to not have his own charging device.

“Don’t worry. I’ll eat you out just fine,” Jaemin spoke up as he climbed between your legs to cup your clit, sucking and tugging it. Although it was a different type of sensation, you quickly forgot about the damned toy when Jaemin’s mouth was getting you all worked up.

“Nana–“ you moaned, gripping the sheets when his tongue lapped all over your folds.

“I’ll make you all nice and wet for my cock,” Jaemin whispered as he pulled away to stare at your drenching cunt and stretch you with his long fingers.

“Yes, Nana,” you chanted his name, feeling your orgasm approaching. “I need your mouth back,” you groaned as you groped your breasts, kneading them. Having listened to your desperate pleas, Jaemin leaned in to cup your sex, flattening his tongue against your clit. In an instant, you lost your grip on reality as the powerful heat of your orgasms washed through you.

Jaemin’s hands and mouth moved in sync, guiding you throughout your peak.

“You look so pretty like that,” Jaemin shamelessly commented as he stared at your post-orgasm form. Your eyes were closed, your bottom lip in between your teeth as you basked in the pleasure. How much Jaemin wished to have better lighting than a single candle – he’d take so many photos of you for his personal collection.

Looking at you fondly, Jaemin wiped his jaw with the back of his hand.

“How are you feeling?” Jaemin asked as he lay next to you, caressing your body. His hand ran down your side to rest on your bare butt and give it a playful squeeze.

“So good, Nana,” you whispered, cuddling closer to him, nuzzling your nose in his hoodie.

“Just tell me when you’re ready, and we’re making babies,” Jaemin said, undressing himself in haste. Though it wouldn’t be any different than all the other times he nutted inside you, the fact that you were willing to try out roleplaying excited him a great amount.

“I want to suck you off, though,” you confessed, stretching your arm to give him a couple strokes, but Jaemin was quick to slap your hand away.

“We’re not doing that tonight,” he ordered as he got on the bed, right between your thighs. “Every drop of my cum is getting inside of you,” he clarified, and you rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath that you’d just have a taste. “Just think how hot you’ll be all knocked up, swollen with our baby,” Jaemin carried on, and you got dizzy by just thinking about it.

“Can I, at least, ride you?” You asked, pouting. It was your secret weapon – when you looked at him like that, there was no way he could deny you.

“Come here,” Jaemin smiled at you and massaged his thighs, mentioning for you to sit down on them. Giggling at him, you sat astride, letting his veiny cock brush against your folds. “Are you still sensitive, babe?” Jaemin cooed, and you nodded your head while adjusting your position.

Carefully, you raised your hips, and Jaemin aligned his erection with your entrance, letting you slowly sink down his length. You could feel every vein on his cock as it brushed against your walls.

“Nana,” you breathed out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him against your chest. “I’ll go slow, okay?” You muttered, and Jaemin hummed, letting you choose the pace.

At a rather unhurried pace, you began rocking your hips up and down. Jaemin’s hands were all over your back as he held you close, sucking your nipples.

“Ah fuck,” you moaned, arching your back, already feeling another orgasm approach.

“You’re doing great, love,” Jaemin moaned, trying to control his voice. The way your walls squeezed around his erected cock got him to feel dizzy. Despite the slow tempo, you rolled your hips when he was deep inside of you, making him lose his mind.

You loved when Jaemin was vocal in bed, and right now, he was moaning filth straight into your ear when you rode him. One second, Jaemin was whispering the nastiest things, only to shower you with compliments on how well you were squeezing around him later. At this point, you had no idea which side of him turned you on more.

“Nana,” you groaned, shutting your eyes close. Driven by lust, you quickened your pace in desperation, already feeling tiny sparks of your approaching peak all over your body. “I won’t last much longer,” you admitted, tightening your muscles around his throbbing erection.

“Shit, shit,” Jaemin cursed as he started to pound from beneath, bottoming out. You drove him crazy, and he couldn’t hold it in anymore. You were squeezing him so nicely – Jaemin needed to fill you with his cum.

Jaemin’s cock was pulsating inside of you, and your sensitive clit brushed against his pelvic bone every time you bobbed up and down. After the first round, it was too much for you to handle, so you came, shouting Jaemin’s name at the top of your voice when you did.

“Everybody in our building knows whose cock is the best now,” Jaemin cheekily commented, fucking you through your bliss. “I’ll carry that title with pride,” he added as he cupped your mouth, shutting you up with a passionate kiss.

After a few thrusts, Jaemin came undone, shooting his load deep inside of you with a throaty wail.

“Oh God,” Jaemin breathed out, “that was magical,” he added, innocently pecking your lips. “I love you so, so much,” Jaemin confessed, pressing gentle kisses all over your face.

“I love you, too,” you giggled, still high from your orgasm. “I need to lie down,” you said, and Jaemin grabbed you by your thighs and carefully helped you rest your back on the bed. His cock was still inside, preventing his cum from leaking out.

Pretend or not, Jaemin was going to roleplay this fantasy until the very last act.

“If this was real, we would’ve made at least twins,” Jaemin remarked as he slowly pulled out his flaccid cock, staring at his cum ooze out of your whole. “Wouldn’t that be exciting?” he challenged, scooping his sperm with his finger, pushing it back in.

“You can’t expect me to be on board after one time we roleplayed it,” you teased as you climbed up the bed to rest your head on the soft pillow. “We need to practice a few times more for me to agree,” you added, and Jaemin smiled, realizing you were making tiny steps in the right direction.

“That’s not a no, so I’m gonna take that,” Jaemin happily said, pulling you against his side, cuddling you. “And that’s all because of your game,” he mused with a sigh, proud of that turn of events. That seemed unreal, but Jaemin was content with the outcome.

“And now, I’m upset. Why did you mention that again?” You grumbled, trying to dramatically suffocate yourself with Jaemin’s bicep.

“We can repeat the whole process from the beginning,” Jaemin teased, biting his bottom lip as he seductively stared at you. “Just give me a moment to get my shit together.”

“Thank God you weren’t near me when I downloaded the risky woohoo mods the other day,” you mused with a playful smirk, and Jaemin cocked up his eyebrow as his interest was piqued.

“How come you’re telling me all of this now?” Jaemin yelled dramatically, regretting that he wasn’t actively enjoying your previous streams. “You gotta teach me how to play.”

“The Sims 4 is way more than woohoo mods and 100 baby challenge,” you remarked, and Jaemin resisted the urge to boohoo you.

“It’s all about deleting the pool ladder. Everybody knows that,” Jaemin proudly added in, and you just pulled him closer, shutting him up with a kiss. You had no heart to tell him the truth about the pool ladder situation. “Just kiss me.”

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Distracted — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “shit, i forgot. I'm the one who asked for smut prompts #30, #31, #61 and #96. Could you write them for Five Hargreeves? Thank you! So sorry to spam you with the asks X-X”

Smut prompts :

30. “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

31. “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

61. “what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

96. “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem! Reader.

Warnings: smut heavy, NSFW, dirty talk, swearing, degradation. (I was in a bad mood hkjskjs)

Word count: 4k

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Let me know if you want to be added for a taglist for a specific fandom (Criminal Minds, The Umbrella Academy, Riverdale, Roman Godfrey, or all)

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. It was explicit, hanging from his chest on a giant sign that said: “ABANDONATE THE HOPES IF YOU ENTER HERE.” And he knew that.

Inside his body he housed a sarcastic, explosive and sulky soul, with no patience for half the world. Everything about him exuded a dangerous, authoritarian, arrogant energy, mixed with distilled look that have always been able to subdue anyone.

Five is the type of man who, while everyone dreams of easy solutions, he knows that if he wants something to be done he will have to do it himself. He likes a hunting, taking the lead in any situation, having no problem breaking rules to make things happen.

And he was perfectly comfortable with that. Taking control of his world. Until, of course, you show up. Taking the key to his Olympus as if it had always belonged to you.

You were the one thing that Five Hargreeves couldn't subdue. He was unable to impose to you his reputation as a man who should not be challenged. Because that was exactly how the world saw Five. Like a man you don't challenge. Even his siblings realized, after a certain point, that it was not advisable to play with him.

But, apparently against all common sense, none of this had an effect on you.

You were not afraid, or pondering your words. You rolled your eyes at the things he said, mocked his arrogance and always looked at him with a combination of a smile and a look that, holy mother of God, Five hated. It was the typical expression that said: “ I know a lot more than you do, but I will be quiet because you are not worth my time.”

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But you raised it to stratospheric proportions.

It was completely exasperating, outstanding, you were a brat who didn't hear the voice of an adult, so used to being daddy's little girl. Because that was how he saw you. You were only 24 age while he was 30. It was expected that you heard him! But no. You did not give a damn.

“If you listened to me and chose the Colombian, that wouldn't be so bad!” Five scolded again.

This was the twentieth time he had said that to you.

There was a routine with the Hargreeves siblings: you brought coffee on Mondays, since you passed a great coffee shop on the way. Diego was responsible for bringing Japanese food on Wednesdays, Luther for Indian food on Fridays and Klaus for pizzas on Saturdays. It was a banal thing, but it brought a comforting feeling of, no matter how not anyone would admit, tradition.

But it was obvious that you had to piss Five off on that too.

“And I already said that they don't do the Colombian before ten in the morning.” You passed the page of a magazine you were reading, ignoring his tantrum.

“And you can't wait ?!”

This time you looked up at Five, giving a mocking expression.

“Oh, forgive me, your majesty. I will delay my journey just because your eexcellency wants Colombian coffee.” You laughed, turning your attention to the magazine.

Five felt the tips of his ears heat up, the fingers of his hands go white from the force that he clenched his fists. You were so fucking annoying!

"You are unbearable." He said, because he saw no other way to express the hateful little monster you were.

You looked up at him again. “Serious? Me? You are the one who is complaining about not getting your blend coffee.” You turned your attention to the magazine “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

What?! Fucking what?!

Five opened his mouth in bewilderment, now anger rising up his neck. How dare you, fuck?! You were younger than him!

"What did you say?!" He repeated, his voice low but deep, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

You didn't take your attention away from the magazine by replying: “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

Oh, no. Oh fucking no.

Five slammed the coffee travel cup on the kitchen counter, walked over to you and closed your magazine brutally. You looked at him indignantly.

"What a fuck ..."

But Five didn't give you time to finish. He stuck both hands in your arms, forcing you to get up from the chair so quickly that the object fell to the floor. He pushed you back, lifting you up and making you sit at the wooden table, his eyes still on fire with your words.

"Child, isn't it ?!” He snarled, spreading your knees with his hands, settling his body still standing between your legs.

You were wide-eyed. Looking at him in amazement. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you thought Five would be able to hear it, while your breath had been lost somewhere between the path from your lung to your nose.

Holy shit.

It was no secret that Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. This was not an opinion, it was a fact. With midnight hair, emerald green eyes and alabaster skin, it was not surprising that he was able to steal his breath wherever he went. And you were not immune to his charm. To be honest, you never thought it would be.

But the difference between you and the girls who fell at his feet was that ... well, you practically lived with the guy every day. You had been friends with Klaus for two years, and as a result you ended up becoming friends with the brothers and captivating them. It was almost atypical that you weren't with them. So, as a result, you ended up having time with Five too.

And, truth be told, it destroyed your will to want to impress him. As was common whenever see someone beautiful. Five Hargreeves was, in every way, arrogant. Irritating. Unbearable. Maybe it was your lust mixed with irritability, but you decreed that you didn't like him. That you would never want to fall into his bed.

Well…until now.

Until he accommodates his fucking tall, lean, firm body in the middle of your legs. Until his hands are glued to your arms in a touch of fire. Until your heart was racing like never before.

"You called me a child, didn't you?"

You wouldn't be able to answer anything in that second, even if your life depended on it. So you just nodded, a slow, cautious nod, like prey looking at hunter.

"I will show you my age!"

Five kissed you. In a way that no one had kissed you before. It was something hungry, angry, full of lust and with a desire that made you sigh softly. His hands were still on your legs, coming down to the back of your knees and pulling you firmly forward, sticking your whole body against his in a possessive way. His tongue invaded your mouth without waiting for an invitation, renouncing everything you had to offer as his.

That was a really kiss.

You put your hands on the back of his neck, running your fingers over the silky, black strands, letting your body be pressed against his as if you had been waiting for it a lifetime. Five pulled your legs closer, guiding you to close them around his hips and, once you did, his hands, determined and hungry, roam the sides of your body possessively.

"Five ..." a groan cut off your speech when his hands clung to your waist, pressing the hard and firm member to your core covered in the thin legging pants you wore.

"You already moaning and I haven't even touched you yet." His voice was overwhelmingly arrogant, full of amusement and convincing.

You were going to answer, because you weren't the kind of girl who kept quiet with a tease, but Five's hands made your waist roll around handily against his member, and a louder groan interrupted any line of reasoning you had.

“Oh, how adorable.” He scoffed, lowering his mouth to your neck and closing a hickey where pulse was “I wonder how the moaning will be when I do ...”

His right hand moved up to the inside of your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles until he got to where you needed it most. “This.” Then he forced the movements where your clitoris was covered.

Your groan was louder than you would like to admit. The air became caustic, rarefied, the atmosphere became something breathtaking, claustrophobic, poignant. And, before you know it, it was already a wet clay in his hands.

Five Hargreeves had won. He had you exactly where him wanted.

Your moans grew louder when he tuned his thumb movements together with his pelvis movements against you. Your hands tightened on the back of his neck, your teeth closed on your lower lip in order to contain the volume, and your breathing was shaky. Your hips pushed against him, the thin leggings being smeared by the arousal that oozed from you, and as soon as his hand was only an inch away, you followed it with your hips.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” Five played with the voice at the bottom of your ear.

You pulled the air against your teeth, whimpering, wanting anything he could give you.

“I bet ...” his lips slid under your skin without kissing, just making you wish, up to your lips and hovering there, a sigh away “If I asked you to take your clothes off and let me fuck you in this table like a good whore, you would gladly do. It is not?”

His free hand went to your face, taking a stir of your hair out of your eyes and placing it behind your ear. You were unable to contain the moan, closing your eyes tightly for a second, trying to contain how much your body screamed.

"Y-yes." You whined.

“Good." Five sprinkled a kiss on your lips before walking away.

You opened your eyes, your chest rising and falling with your heaving breath, your legs shaking. Your body screamed in protest at the separation, and you sent him a confused and inquiring look.

“You will learn who is in charge here." Five gave you a sly smile. "I'm only going to fuck you when you understand this."

Then he turned his back on you, took the coffee and disappeared in the blue flash.

This son of fucking bitch!

- - -

You were angry and frustrated. To say the least. Your body was on fire and mind replayed that day over and over in your head. It had been four days since Five's little exploits in the kitchen, and, to be honest, not only had he started the teasing.

Five gave you malicious and discreet smiles, gestured a lot more with his hands when he spoke just to remind you of what they could do. He hovered his body close to your whenever possible, brushing his shoulder against your, his hand gently on your back when he needed to pass beside you. His fingers even slid under your thigh under the table when you were having dinner. It was always like that.

And you were already crazy.

In the beginning, you sent him and their little game go to hell. He was not going to get what he wanted. But as the days went by, and Five started to touch you more often, the fire inside you burst, and it felt a lot less... torture if you just... gave in. The thought of sleeping with someone else just to appease that didn't bring you the same euphoria, you didn't just want sex, you wanted Five.

You knew he was playing with you. Just wanted you to give a sign that you were surrendering, so that he could give you what you wanted.

And after seven days, you gave in.

It was Monday, your mood was already an angry monster, but this time, you arrived a little later.

“Y/n, you are lateeeeee.” Klaus sang from the kitchen, biting off a large chunk of whatever it was before he sat down.

Vayna, Luther and Five were also at the table. Vayna and Luther talking about nothing important and Five reading a book under metaphysics.

"Traffic."

You lied, placing the tray of coffees in the middle of the table. Five and Luther were the first to get, Vayna still getting used to coffee addiction.

“Allison and I are going to watch something today. Why don't you come with us? ” You sat next to Klaus, throwing one leg over his.

"Is it going to be in the cinemove?”

He denied “In the living room, you can sleep here after."

You shrugged. “Okay.”

"Did you go to a different coffee shop?" Luther raised his eyebrows, having just swallowed his coffee.

“No, why?”

“It tastes different.” He drank some more.

“It is Colombian.” You put the cards on the table, in a game that only you and Five knew.

You didn't look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you and a sly, malicious smile brushing the right side of his mouth. That was the only interaction that you felt Five driving you that day. The hours had passed and it was already one in the morning when the movie in the mansion's ended. It was not atypical you slept in the mansion, the guest room was almost called “your room” at that time. But there was… there was something different this time.

As you unbuttoned your pants, with the night breeze coming in through the window, you thought that maybe it was because you never slept there having feelings for one of the siblings. So impure feelings. There was something about sleeping under the same roof as Five that made you ... nervous. But as soon as you removed the piece and placed it on the bed, the blue flash flashed behind you.

Your whole body went tense, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your heart was racing as if, suddenly, you had just returned from a marathon. You swallowed, the heat of his body hitting your back, while his hand went up your arm gently.

"You are such a good girl." Five's voice made your legs tremble, the butterflies in your stomach roll.

In this moment, feeling things that you never thought you would be able to feel, you wished always were a good girl for him.

"Did you do that for me?" His mouth joined the pice of your shoulder and neck.

You knew he knew he did, but the bastard wanted to hear it from you. Five wanted you to confirm that he had won.

“Yes” You whispered, the moonlight allowing you to see when his hand went down to your belly, playing with the cos of your dark blue panties.

"I knew you would be a good girl for me."

Then, taking you by surprise, Five pushed your chest onto the bed, bending you over, pulling your hips towards his with the other hand. You sighed when you felt his already hard member hit your pussy just covered by thin panties, now wet with your mess. Your hands closed on the sheet, your heart almost screaming in relief at the contact of his body behind you.

God, you wanted him so fucking much...

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Hargreeves reflected on a rhetorical question, his hands sliding over your surrendered body, squeezing your flesh with a force that would leave marks.

You whimpered, rolling your hips over his member. "Please"

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” Five slapped your left cheek.

You moaned softly, tightening the sheet, your body refusing to remain an inch away from him. Your hips needed more from Five's, your whimpers increasing as he took off your panties and ran his fingers through your wet folds.

"Five!" You moaned louder, biting your lip as he played with your entrance.

"Should I just fuck you with my fingers?" He caused your entry with two digits "Or with my dick?"

You were an incoherent mess, days of denial and desire that burned arthrosis in your body.

"Answer me!" Five slapped you again, this time louder, more grotesque, making you cry out.

"Y-your dick!" You tried to say, “P-please. Fuck me with your dick, please. ”

You were desperate, that was the truth. Desperate for contact, desperate for touch. Desperate for anything that Five Hargreeves could want from you. Anything he wanted to give you.

"Hard?" His voice was now dark, slightly wicked.

“Y-yes! Please!”

Then Five stuck his hand to the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face up, making you face the ceiling as he leaned over and snarled at your neck:

"How hard?"

"Give me all!" You begged “Please, Sir. Give me all."

That title seemed to drive him out of his mind. Because the only thing you had in response was the sound of his belt falling to the floor and the rustle of his pants and boxers down, his right hand never leaving your hair. You groaned in anticipation, tears pricking your eyes from the desire that had accumulated so long when you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance.

Five lowered his mouth to your ear, holding his hand more in your hair as he said: "I’ d hold on to something if I were you. "

Then he entered you. Hard, rough, wild. Opening all your walls and spreading your abundant liquid all over his dick. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, your nails etched hard on the sheet, tears streaming from your eyes without warning. Five gave you just a few seconds to settle for his size, starting to beat inside you at a relentless pace.

This time you screamed. Your heart pounding in chest, your pussy pulsing around Five with so much desperation that you heard him moan and curse behind you. The pace was rough, heavy, wild and full of lust. He fucked you like a rabid animal, devouring everything you had to offer, filling every last inch of you. The sound was of pornographic moans and bodies clashing with arrogance, filling the entire mansion with sounds that would not be forgotten.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, pushing your ass to Five at the same rate, making he hit the deepest spot inside you.

“Fucking such good slut!” He dumped one more slap on your ass, freeing his hand from your hair and joining both of them at your waist, pulling you towards him in an heavy rhythm.

Each thrust was an electric current poured into your body, excitement running down your thighs and melting both of you. Five groaned louder, leaning over and biting your shoulder, clenching his fingers aggressively against the innocent skin on your waist.

“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” Five blew in your ear, receiving a loud groan in return, as yours tears flowed.

Your pussy tightened around his dick, pulsing in such a tight way for he.

"Oh, would you like that?" He teased you, feeling your walls tighten again. “I bet you would love to everbody see the slut you are to me. ”

"Sir!" You screamed, throwing your head forward, pressing your forehead to the sheet as you sobbed.

"Answer!" One more slap.

"Y-yes! I-I like could show that I'm your slut! ” You sobbed.

Five came out of you, making you whimper loudly in frustration. He turned you over on the bed, placing you in the center as he climbed on top of you, settling in between your legs and entering without warning again. You screamed, sinking your face into his neck as your legs closed around his waist, pulling his deep into you.

"Such a good bitch."

Five felt your limit riding fast, leaving you more breathless, tearful and desperate. You no longer measured the volume of your moans, your hands clenching your nails on his back, your waist rolling around to make him inside deeper.

"S-sir!" Then, without being able to control yourself anymore, you exploded. Came in long streams of broken moans and shaky breathing.

Your head fell on the pillow, your chest arching while you were on top of the climax. Five groaned at the scene, his limit being your expression of pure ecstasy. He sank in you as anatomically as possible, filling you with the hot liquid that overflowed from inside you.

You were both panting, sweaty and tired. Five let himself relax on top of you, partially loosening his weight, still stirring a few strokes to ensure that you had welcomed all his cum.

"Good girl." He praised you, giving you a small kiss on the neck, stepping out of you and rolling to your side on the bed.

"That was ... wow." You laughed softly, trying to catch your breath.

Hargreeves laughed too, taking the time to get out of bed, looking for the boxers and pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly not knowing what to do or what to say. Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving, and your mouth was faster than your common sense in saying:

"Wait!"

Five turned to you, his brows furrowed in question as he buttoned his black pants.

"Can you ... could you ... stay?" You took a chance, your cheeks quivering under Five's intense gaze that never left you.

But, instead of the denial you were expecting, his eyebrows furrowed even more in doubt.

“But I am not leaving.” He said it as if it was obvious.

Did you blink a few times “No?”

“I was just going to get a towel to clean you up. There are certain things that I don’t like do naked.”

You opened your mouth to answer, a little shocked, but Five disappeared in the blue flash only to appear a second later, with a towel in hand. You sank into your own shame, muttering softly to yourself in incoherent sounds, you let Five clean you up.

“Did you think I was leaving?” He scoffed when he finished, looking at you with that smug look.

You rolled your eyes, turning to the side on the bed, your back to him.

"No." You mumbled.

Five laughed, settling better on the bed. "Come here." He said, patting his chest.

And, well, as much as you would like to consider yourself a rebellious girl, you did. Turning to him again, you snuggled into his body, laying your head on his chest while Five pulled the blanket up to cover the two of you.

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But at that moment, with you, you did not fail to notice the lazy and caring circles he made on your shoulder with his thumb.

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