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May I request Yoona in green pls? Those hips, that peach, that bod, everything is perfect she makes you want to just devour her whole…in a good way.

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Green

(Yoona X Male Reader) Word count: 3265 words

"Have fun, honey."

You read your mom's text after telling her you are going to spend the night at a friend's house. Putting your phone back into your pocket you cross the road. Your hand shakes a little in excitement when you ring the doorbell. The sound of heels clicking on marble floor reaches your ears. Then they seem to stop right in front of the door. The milky glass enables you to make out a silhouette behind the door.

When it swings open you're greeted by Im Yoona. Your teacher.

"Hello, Ms. Im."

And your friend's mother.

"Hello, honey. Are you here for my son?"

"Yeah. I planned on sleeping over tonight."

You try to look nonchalant, but you notice your voice betraying you a little. You know it's wrong and yet you have fantasized about your friend's hot mom a million times. The fact that she's your teacher makes it even worse. In a good and in a bad way.

"Oh? He didn't mention anything."

"Typical."

You joke and Ms. Im cracks a laugh.

"I swear he got this from my husband."

She steps out of the way to let you inside.

"Please come in. He isn't home yet though."

"He isn't?"

You take your shoes off and follow her into the house.

"No, but I'm sure he'll be here soon."

As you walk after her your eyes naturally wander towards Ms. Im's perfect backside. Her most attractive feature is definitely her face and she has an amazing body to go with that, but seeing her ass in that tight green skirt has you thinking all kinds of things. You know you shouldn't think them. She's your teacher. Your friend's mother.

"Anything to drink, sweetheart?"

You feel something tingle inside of you whenever she addresses you with these teasing nicknames. You know she is just doing it to her son's friend and she has been doing it for years. But you wish she would see you as someone on her level.

"I would... I would like a water, please."

"Water?"

She chuckles as she walks into the open kitchen.

"I can't remember the last time my son drank water. He's always after something sweet. Please, make yourself comfortable."

She motions towards the couch in the living room and you don't plan on ignoring her offer. As you sit down you watch her preparing a glass of water. She's facing you and once again you can clearly see the face that always distracts you during class. Just like earlier today. That small, but warm smile and the always loving and caring gaze she seems to carry around everywhere.

"It's a hot day today. You should really be drinking a lot."

You quickly pretend like you were not staring when Ms. Im looks up and walks around the counter towards you.

"It really is."

You accept the glass with both hands.

"Thank you."

Ms. Im sits down next to you on the couch and you're both frightened and excited. Your gorgeous teacher is sitting so close to you, her knee almost touching yours.

You watch her reaching for the hand cream on the coffee table and you nervously take a sip.

"So, what are you boys up to today?"

"Homework."

You reply, which earns you a hearty laugh.

"You're such a sweet talker, mister."

Ms. Im playfully slaps your leg. You feel your cheeks heating up and you would've loved to feel her hand on your thigh just for a second longer.

"For real, though. Anything interesting in mind?"

She glances over at you with an encouraging smile on her lips.

"I was serious."

You chuckle.

"But apart from that we thought about going out later."

"Anywhere specific?"

The slight hint of hidden curiosity doesn't escape you. As much as you would love the idea of Ms. Im being insecure about you going out, you know it's just wishful thinking. She's just curious because of her son.

"A friend of ours has the house to herself for the weekend."

"Oh, I see."

You continue to glance at her hands as Ms. Im is applying the hand cream to her skin. Until now you never thought of fingers or hands as explicitly attractive parts of a person's body. But the way the white cream is partially covering her skin makes you shift around a little.

"And I'm sure your mom knows what you've planned?"

She gives you a cheeky, but knowing smile. One that warms your heart. You know that she is pretty chill about parties and all that. And of course you could lie, but you don't want to get caught the next time the two of them talk.

"Not exactly."

Ms. Im laughs again.

"Teenagers."

She continues to massage the cream into her skin. You would've loved to correct her. You're not a teenager, you're a man. But you know she'd just give you an amused laugh.

"Can't blame you though. I was once your age as well."

Your breath hitches when Ms. Im leans closer. Her smile widens a little and you know she caught on to that.

"It's gonna be our little secret."

She winks and smiles at you and you have the desperate urge to excuse yourself and head to the bathroom.

Ms. Im then ups the ante by placing her hand on your thigh.

"I hope you're able to keep it."

Suddenly you have the feeling she isn't talking about the party anymore. You try your best to stay calm and look into her eyes. Not just because you want to seem confident, but also because you're very aware of the fact that you can see her black bra shimmer through her green top. Earlier in class today it only seemed like imagination, but now when she sits so close, it's clear that it's definitely real.

"But you know me. I'm not the best in keeping my mouth shut."

Only now you notice how her tone has switched from warm to seductive. You don't know when it happened.

"I'm little chatter box."

You bite your lip. You pray that you're not dreaming. Is she really hinting at the thing you've been thinking about since she opened the door?

"I don't think you're that bad."

"Oh, really?"

Ms. Im's smile continues to play around her lips as she raises an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Yeah."

You look away. Out the window. Looking at her is starting to become too much.

"Oh, please. You're probably the person who knows the most of my son's embarrassing childhood moments. Even the ones he doesn't know himself."

The mention of your friend makes you remember that this his mom. That this is wrong. You shouldn't even be entertaining the thought of his mother wanting something from you.

But when you turn your head again to look at her, you catch Ms. Im looking down at your body, her teeth biting her lower lip. You glance down as well. Wearing a white shirt on such a hot day was a mistake. Even without moving much you're sweating. Or maybe it's because of her? The fabric is sticking to your well toned body.

"But I think you could help me."

"H-Help you?"

You see her having to repress a laugh at your nervousness.

"Yes. Help me."

By now she's almost whispering into your ear.

Then you feel two of her fingers slowly moving towards your crotch on your thigh. As if they're walking.

"If we share a secret, a very important one, I'm sure I can learn how to not tell anyone."

You know that she didn't mean anyone. She didn't mean your mother. She meant her husband. And your friend.

"I-I'm not sure about this."

You say that, but you're mentally kicking yourself.

"Just go with it!"

Your inner thoughts scream at you.

"Trust me, handsome. No one will ever find out."

Once the last word has left her lips, Ms. Im's fingers have reached the zipper of your jeans.

You finally manage to look into her eyes. A mixture of lust, excitement and amusement meets you.

"Oh oh."

She says as if it was an accident.

Your breath catches in your throat as she keeps eye contact. The noise of her opening your zipper is the only sound in the room. Both if you don't dare to breathe for a second.

Then, Ms. Im reaches into your pants. You feel her fingers search for a moment. You aren't wearing underwear and soon her fingers wrap around your length.

"Oh my god."

You whisper, which makes her smile.

"You never had a handjob before?"

Carefully shaking your head, you hope this will turn into more than a handjob.

Ms. Im takes your cock out of your jeans and looks down on it.

"Not bad. More than I usually deal with."

Her wicked grin and another teasing bite of her lip makes you shiver. Did she just tell you you're bigger than her husband? Your friend's dad?

"Do you like this?"

You can only nod as she strokes your length. She's doing it very slowly, almost too slowly. But you're sure she knows that all too well. Ms. Im always likes to tease. And it seems like she doesn't mind doing it with your cock in her hand as well.

"Want me to go a little faster?"

There it is. The innocent tone of her voice makes you even more desperate.

"Yeah."

Your voice sounds hoarse now.

"Say please."

Her whisper makes you bite your lip.

"Please, Ms. Im."

"That's a good boy."

You can't believe this is happening. Your head rolls back when your teacher picks up the pace a little.

"So nice..."

She murmurs and then looks you directly in the eyes.

"And so thick."

Your cock twitches in her hand, which only widens her smile.

"So you like it when someone compliments your cock?"

"I-I guess so."

"You guess?"

Ms. Im shakes her and you notice her teacher face appearing.

"Don't guess. You know, or you don't know. Do you guess when you take an exam?"

That'd be a yes, but you feel too good to ruin this right now.

"No. I like it."

"That's what I thought."

Ms. Im reaches for the bottle of hand cream once more.

"Do you want me to continue then? Do you want me to admire and praise your dick?"

She is saying that with such a nonchalant and innocent tone. It makes you buck your hips up into her hand.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Her smirk makes you melt further into the couch. Especially when she lets the bottle hover over your cock.

"I'm gonna have to empty this all over your cock. It's so big I won't be able to pleasure you properly otherwise."

You sigh when you feel the cold cream fall onto your tip.

"That's it."

Ms. Im begins to spread it all over your cock as she continues to talk. "I have to admit, your dick really looks nice. Long and thick...and look at those veins. I bet I'd feel every inch of you if you were pounding me."

The dirty talk alone is already challenging for you. Ms. Im talking about talking your cock is even worse. She continues to stroke you, which means you don't even get a break. Her cream is completely covering your cock now. She has picked up her pace again and the white substance sticks to her fingers and parts of your length.

"And with a cock like that? Your cum must taste amazing."

You watch her lick her lips which almost does it for you. If it weren't for the sound of the front door opening. Your eyes grow wide, but before you can even move, Ms. Im has already thrown a blanket over your lap.

It's the person you've been waiting for.

"Hey, mom."

He sees you sitting next to her.

"Hi, man. Sorry for being late."

"It's all good."

You know you sound weird. But it's hard to talk if your friend's mom is stroking your cock while he's standing right there.

"I'll take a quick shower and then I'm ready to go."

"Take your time."

This is the first time in your life that you really mean those words.

"He's right, honey."

Ms. Im looks into your eyes while her son walks out the room.

"Take your time."

Her handjob becomes quicker under the blanket and before you can say something about getting closer towards your limit, she places a finger over her lips, shushing you.

The two of you hear the lock of the bathroom door click. Then the shower starts.

"Come wit me."

Her devilish smile makes you expect the worst, but you still get up. Not just because you want to feel more of her body, but because she is holding onto your cock.

"Now..."

Ms. Im has reached the bathroom door.

"If you can keep it together until he's done, you can do whatever you want with me."

You swallow hard. Not sure what she is hinting at, but you nod your head in agreement.

"Which implies your chance of deciding where to dump your load as well of course."

Ms. Im gives you another wink.

Your breath hitches when you watch her reach down and take her panties off. She keeps the skirt on, but the black lace disappears into the right pocket of your jeans.

"Take me."

She gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

"Take me hard."

Too stunned to speak, you stay in place while Ms. Im turns around. She places her hands on the white wood of the door and slightly bends over.

"Come on. I've caught you staring at me thousands of times. I know you've fantasized about this exact moment. Put your cock in my pussy and your dreams will become reality."

You hesitate only a second and then you step closer. With a shaking breath you let your cock disappear underneath her skirt.

"Oh god."

A whisper escapes you when you feel her wet folds against your tip.

"Yes, right there. That's where your huge cock belongs."

You push into your friend's mom, penetrating the tight walls of her pussy. Your hands find themselves on her naked waist as you try to hold onto something. Her insides overwhelm you as you push deeper. A groan escapes your mouth when you bottom out inside of Ms. Im and you almost fall over, your legs shaking.

"God, yes. Fill me up."

She moans against the door and despite the running water you're afraid your friend is gonna hear her. That's why you want to take it slow, but you can't control yourself. Within a matter of seconds you thrust in and out of her at a quick pace, leaving Ms. Im a moaning mess.

"Deeper. Harder."

She half whispers, half moans. Her hands hold onto the wood for support as you basically fuck her against it. You pull her hips back whenever you push forward, making her take your entire cock.

"Fuck. You are stretching me out so well. Your cock is amazing."

Her breathless sighs and moans makes it harder for you to keep your composure.

You still can't believe your fucking your teacher, your friend's mom, while he's showering on the other side of the door. It feels wrong and you think you should stop. But you also know that it's too late to turn around. You already had a taste of Ms. Im's pussy by now and you are sure you won't be able to live without it from now on.

"Keep going, yes."

Her moans begin to increase in volume.

"Ruin this pussy, baby."

You decide to silence her, afraid she might get you caught. Even over the running shower you can clearly hear her.

"Make me your-"

As much as you would've loved to know the ending to that sentence, your hand seals her mouth right before she finishes it. Your other hand still holds her waist and now you are able to fuck her a little harder.

Ms. Im moans into your hand. You feel her drooling onto your palm a little as the pleasure overwhelms her. Unfortunately, you become louder as well. Your grunts increase in volume as you near your end and the continuous thrusting makes you grow tired. You know it won't be long until the shower stops running. It can only be a matter of minutes.

Afraid you might not last that long, you lean forward and rest your lips right next to Ms. Im's ear. If these are your final moments, you might as well say everything you ever wanted to say to her.

"You're so fucking sexy."

You groan into her mouth while your cock plunges deeper into her snatch.

"I dream about fucking you in your class constantly."

Ms. Im moans into your hand in response as if she's challenging you to do it the next time you're in her class.

"Whenever you lecture us about anything I just wanna shut you up by putting my cock in your mouth."

You feel yourself getting closer towards your orgasm. Your rhythm starts to become irregular.

"I-fuck..."

You feel Ms. Im's tight pussy hugging you even more, making it even harder to move inside of her.

"I want to cover your face with my cum. Make you look like the slut I always imagined you to be."

It hits you in that exact moment that this really isn't your imagination anymore. This is real. Your inside Ms. Im's pussy. You're fucking her. Her walls are threatening to make you cum.

That's when the shower stops. You only realize the water is off a couple of seconds later. Instinctively, you let go of Ms. Im's mouth and slow down. Which proves to be difficult, because by now you really are right on the edge.

But instead of pushing you off of her and leading you away, Ms. Im just turns her head and looks at you. Her eyes are filled with lust and you catch her lower lip quivering.

"Do it."

She whispers.

"Do it right now."

You don't understand at first, but when she placed a hand your abdomen and pushes you a step back, you realize what she means. Your cock slowly leaves her tight cavern, her juices making it easy for you to slide out. Once she isn't filled anymore, Ms. Im turns around fully. She gives you another deep kiss and then looks into your eyes.

"Now make me look like the slut that I am."

She gets on her knees right in front of you. Your breath hitches. Ms. Im wraps her hand around your cock once more. Instead of her cream, it's her juices that make it a smooth handjob. It only takes her a couple of strokes to push you over the edge.

The only thing you see before you have to close your eyes is Ms. Im on her knees, eyes closed and lips firmly pressed together, waiting for you to shower her with your cum. Your orgasm hits harder than ever before. You almost lose your balance. You feel your built up load leave your body.

When you finally manage to open your eyes, you look down at a cum covered Ms. Im. Her lips and nose got hit with the most of your semen, while her closed eyes and one cheek got some of it as well.

You let out a deep breath, too tired, too baffled to say anything.

Then the klick of the door lock echoes in your head.

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Hi everyone!

This is chapter number 50! I can't believe I actually wrote this many colour chapters already. And I keep getting more and more requests. My list of chapters that I am going to write has already surpassed the 150 mark. So stay tuned for the next chapters!

[beffrmin]

SKZ OT8 Smut Headcannons.

Hey, so I am a new writer.. let's not hate too much? Everything I write is just what I imagine from their personalities.. and how I will get used to writing them, for right now.. so yeah.

For my beginning, first post, or whatever you want to call this.. I want to establish that this is just for fun.. I do not mean harm to any of the idols I write about. This is just from a curious and open mind.

This is set up kind of like one of those "pick your poison," kind of posts, so just go down the list and find your bias if that is all your here for.. if not, then with your interest here as someone looking for stories, this is going to be how their sexual preferences are for these fictions. Before I make a full story, I will upload bits and pieces of small stories to adjust with writing their personalities.

So, without a further a due :

‼️WARNIGS:‼️ This is sexual content and only 18+ should interact with this.‼️MDNI‼️If you are easily disturbed by BDSM and/or anything besides vanilla sex, this content is not for you.‼️

Thank you...

Christopher Chan Bahng. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Nah, let's just wrap 'em up." Listen, he has seven grown ass children.. take the damn condom or get no dick.

ᝰ.ᐟ Daddy Dom. It's undeniable at this point. Chan likes being called daddy, he likes taking care of you, after he has wrecked you. He likes being able to discipline you, when you act out.

ᝰ.ᐟ Face-off. This is his favorite position. He likes you in his lap, facing him, while he sat straight up, fucking into you. Yes, usually it would be riding.. but Chan isn't really into that, he wants to control your orgasms and make you cry.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Ass.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Angry Sex. Let's just say, he enjoys this so much, he'll sometimes picks fights with his members, just to come home and fuck all of that anger into the mattress with you.

ᝰ.ᐟ Light Bondage. Bondage gets very iffy with Chan. He doesn't want to hurt you, so his quick fix to it is truly a way you can enjoy it and he doesn't have to worry too much.. he will only tie the wrist and the ankles.

ᝰ.ᐟ Pet names and Praises. Not many things turn Chan on, that are non-sexual.. but when he does something for you and you use just the right pet-name, praising him for it.. he feels the heat picks up and he just wants to fuck you right there..

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Humiliation. He hates this, not only for you, but for him too. He hates having to humiliate you or your sex life, just to get off. It makes him feel icky and he goes soft. It's intimate and he wants to make you feel that way.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. If he needs to discipline you, he will in other ways. He doesn't feel right laying a hand on you, even if you consent to it. It's just the type of man he is.

Lee Minho. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Fuck the condom, I don't care.." No, because he actually despises condoms.

ᝰ.ᐟ Bratty and, slightly, Sadistic Dom. Minho is a Brat tramer who responds to a Brat, by being bratty. He also can be extremely sadistic. You're bratting him in public? "Don't make me fuck your slutty cunt, right here in front of everybody, baby.."

ᝰ.ᐟ Missionary. This is his favorite position, mostly, because he does have a lot of control in this position. Plus, when he cums inside of you, it feels almost primal to him in that position. The most intimate.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Boobs.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Control. Minho loves watching you crawl and beg for him. He loves to play the games. Anyway he can control you, he will try. Mind games, humiliation, or even dirty talk. He just likes watching you get flushed.

ᝰ.ᐟ Thigh Riding. He will sit there for hours, watching you use his thigh to rut against. He will sit there and rock you back and forth, while he palms at himself and whispers dirty approvals to you.

ᝰ.ᐟ Dumbification. Minho will give the most shit eating grin during sex if he realizes he made you go dumb, which, at that point, leads to his agenda being: make her into a zombie.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Blood Play. He is a freak, but Minho draws a solid line at the sight of blood. That is just not his cup of tea and he panics the moment he sees it. He wants to be rough with you, not hurt you.

ᝰ.ᐟ Knife Play. Knife Play equals drawing blood, which equals a solid, hard no from Minho.

Seo Changbin. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "I'll just pull out." There is really no telling with Bin, he might wear one or he might not.

ᝰ.ᐟ Brat Tamer. Changbin loves a challenge. His challenge is often you. Which means, for him to be able to break you into a bed, he has to get you to behave right.. which is mostly physical restraint.

ᝰ.ᐟ Up Against the Wall. Legs wrapped around him, while he thrusts into you, while you against the wall. It's his favorite position, mostly, because it shows you how strong he is.. being able to pick you up and fuck you like that.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Both.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Filming. He loves to film you and the intimate time that goes in between the two of you. He doesn't post it. No, he just saves it for his own later uses, but he loves the films a little more, knowing he had your trust while filming it.

ᝰ.ᐟ Marking. Bin isn't really a jealous person. He knows all to well that you would never cheat on him.. but other men have wandering eyes and he doesn't like that too much. So, hickeys and bite marks. Everywhere. His pants get tighter every time he sees one.

ᝰ.ᐟ Power Play. As much as Bin hates to admit it, he really does have a thing for out-powering you. He likes knowing he could bend you over at any minute to fuck you senseless.. so sometimes you please him with a little free-use here and there.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Sharing. This is a big no from Changbin. To be honest with you, if you even bring the idea up to him, he might low-key crash the fuck out on you. He isn't too fond of having to share what is his, especially with his dumbass members.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. Listen.. Bin is strong, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you in some shape or form. He would rather just avoid it at all costs. He will physically restrain you all day, but hitting is something he won’t do.

Hwang Hyunjin. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "If you don't care, I won't use it.." Yeah, Hyunjin is a firm believer that it feels so much better without a condom.

ᝰ.ᐟ Voyeurism Dom. He is the kind of man who wants to watch you touch yourself for hours, torturing you with the fact that he could make you feel so much better than toys and fingers.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cowgirl. This is his favorite position, mostly for the reason he can see all of you. He loves watching you fuck yourself on his cock.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Threesomes. This is something he suggests.. not to get another girl in for, but to get Felix in for. This man actually loves watching another man take you. It makes him feel even better when he's watching you take him and his best friend at the same time.

ᝰ.ᐟ Oral Fixation. He gives amazing head.. like ungodly, unreal, great head. But he has a fixation with watching you suck him off.. it's like he's more into watching you do it, rather than the actual pleasure that comes from it.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cum Play. He will cum inside you.. fuck it in some.. play it while it is sobbing out of your pussy.. keep fucking it in.. then out of nowhere, rub it onto your tits and lips.. then continue to fuck his cum into you.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Bondage. Yeah, uhm, he is terrified of hurting you in any way, at all, whatsoever. He said, "I love you, but no. It can cut your circulation and I don't feel comfortable doing that to you." He was at least respectful.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. Also for the same reasons as bondage. He just doesn't feel comfortable laying a hand on you in a way that could hurt you. It would honestly make him feel like shit.

Han Jisung. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Shit.. I forgot the condom again.." He tries to use one, but Jisung gets so pussy-drunk, he just totally blanks putting one on.

ᝰ.ᐟ Pleasure Dom. He wants you shaking. His main focus is you and your pleasure. This can often get mistaken as a service dom, but the difference is a pleasure dom is more pussy-drunk and much more gentle.

ᝰ.ᐟ Face-sitting. He doesn't exactly have a favorite position.. he just wants you to sit on his face. That is the only way he wants you and prefers to have you: humping your clit into his nose, while he tongue devours your core.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Pussy.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Face-fucking. Listen, Jisung isn't rough.. but when you brought up the idea, he was iffy on it. Well, turns out he fucking loves it. He feels bad making you cry and hurting you, but he can't get over how pretty you sound gagging and choking on his cock. He always apologizes right after.

ᝰ.ᐟ Moaning. He goes feral the moment he hears you moan. It like flicks this switch in his head and he starts going deeper.. then deeper.. then next thing you know he is starting to speed up.

ᝰ.ᐟ Marking. His is a bit different from the usual marking kink. Jisung really loves finding scratch marks on him after sex, he later brags about them to Minho.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Roleplay. Jisung is not the biggest fan of it. Not for the reason he hates it, but he really can't take it seriously enough to stay hard. He would start laughing and try to understand how this was how you wanted to enjoy your night, instead of him giving you a toe curling orgasm.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. Also, just not the biggest fan of it. He doesn't really like the idea of raising his hands at a woman. The most physical he will get is light tugs to your hair, but hitting is stepping a line for him.

Lee Felix. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Com'on, darlin'.. we need to be careful.." The thought of becoming a father scares Felix..

ᝰ.ᐟ Service Dom. His pleasure is completely your pleasure. That is how he gets off to you. He has little things he asks for, but most of the time his focus, is your pleasure.

ᝰ.ᐟ Missionary. This is what feels most natural to him. It's his way of showing you all of his love, plus he loves eye contact.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Both.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Anal. This was a shock to you. When he asked you to roll over, you thought this man was going to be hitting it from the back and all you got was a pop and a cock into the ass. He just has a thing for ruining every hole.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cock-warming. This was something that you two found out accidentally. More like, you found out accidentally, he was just trying to game. Now, every time he games, you have to be there sitting pretty and still for him.

ᝰ.ᐟ Breath Play. He surprised this one on you, but you didn't debunk. It was extremely iffy to be honest. You two looked into it a little better and next thing you know, Felix loved it. He loved the feeling of you panting and trying to catch your breath underneath him.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Blood Play. Felix just doesn't want to hurt you. This also disqualifies knife play. He does not like the thought of hurting you or making you bleed.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. Same thing as the blood play. It doesn't sit right with him, raising a hand at a woman for no reason, not even for his own pleasure.

Kim Seungmin. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "I am not trying to be like Chan." Yeah, don't try to convince him otherwise.

ᝰ.ᐟ Rigger Dom. What can he say? He has a thing for ropes. Most of all, he loves seeing you in ropes. He has every ounce of control when he is on top of you and you're restrained down. That's a type of trust that lights a fire in him.

ᝰ.ᐟ Arched Doggy. Face down, ass up, hands tied behind your back, that's the way he loves to fuck.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Boobs.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Mirror Sex. He made you get a mirror in your bedroom, that way he could watch himself fuck you. Both of you have mirrors in your rooms, facing the bed for this purpose. Seungmin will even go as far as to grab your hair and force your head up to watch.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cum Denial. This is the real Seungmin now.. ties you up, teases you for hours on end, just for his pleasure. He likes seeing you writhe away into the bed, making you cry, as he pulls the vibrator back to deny you again.

ᝰ.ᐟ Dacryphilia. His dick twitches the moment he sees tears during sex. He will do everything to make more of them slip. Seungmin has the firm belief that you look beautiful when you cry.. plus, he has to be doing a good job, if you're crying about it.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Bodily Fluids or Vile. This means no blood, no piss, no shit. He doesn't do that nasty shit. He would rather have sex with Changbin, before you try to arouse him with your bodily fluids.

ᝰ.ᐟ Feet. This man will not kiss you head to toe. This man will kiss you head to shin, before he starts gagging, because, he is way too close to a foot. He loves you, there is nothing wrong with your feet, he just hates feet.

Yang Jeongin. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Okay, baby.. if you insist." Jeongin wanted the condom at first, but it was so easy to talk him out of it.

ᝰ.ᐟ Gentle Dom. He's sweet. Like everything he does is in your mind. Everything he does is out of love for you. That's what makes him so special. Every touch, he appreciates you like some masterpiece.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cunnilingus. Jeongin doesn't have a favorite position. He likes to eat you out. Right between your legs, while you lay back doing whatever you want. Your thighs squish his head, just a bit, every time something feels just a little too good. That is what he wants.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Thighs.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Public Sex. This is the freakiest he has gotten. Every time you guys are out, he wants inside your pants. For some reason, he has the biggest fixation with quickies when the Kids are nearby. He'll hear one of them coming and, "Baby, come sit on my lap.."

ᝰ.ᐟ Praising. He loves praising you. He found out if he praises you at just the right time and with the right words, your walls hug him in ways that make him nearly bust.

ᝰ.ᐟ Breeding. After suggesting no condoms to this boy, he was a bit nervous about it.. then you realized it awoken something in him. That being, he really likes the idea and the risk of filling you, stuffing you, and possibly.. getting you pregnant. It's just a fantasy of his.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Pet Play. He isn't kink shaming, he just doesn't get the point in it. He thinks it's something a little strange and it isn't something he really wants to test the waters with.

ᝰ.ᐟ Sharing. Jeongin does not show it, but he is a jealous person. He doesn't like other men looking at you, why would he be okay with them sleeping with you? You are his and his alone. And he's pussy-whipped.

[mona-risms]

imagine Rumi being the sole reason readers really small side ramen shop is still going cause she goes there to watch her cook, talk and leave a fat tip and reader always tries to hand her the tip back but Rumi doesn’t let her

AWW WAIT 😭😭 THIS IS SO CUTE SHUT UP

It's just a humble little place you've set up but somehow you've got THE leader of THE TOP 1 KPOP BAND visiting religiously. She probably started off with like a disguise and everything bc honestly she was just looking for a quiet and discreet place to eat. But she happened upon your place and next thing you know you have Rumi as a fucking Regular, taking off her disguise and everything to make herself comfortable. Actually baffling

But it's not even like you can complain!! She certainly doesn't 😜 she likes seeing you cook and talking to you like she's a normal person instead of a K-Pop idol or. Yk. A demon. She wants to know how your day's been, how's the business going, what your plans are, etc!! And she even talks to you about her own day, which tbf you start off starstruck but you probably get used to it after a while when realising that Oh!! Celebrities have problems too!! She just like me fr!!!!!! She always looks forward to coming to your shop and spending hours in there just talking while she takes her time with eating your ramen which is FUCKING BEAUTIFUL as is

Every time she insists to pay you and give you the biggest dolla tips, it's just TOO MUCH for what you're doing but every time you try to return it she's always like "oh NO sorry I gtg Bobby's calling me there's a crisis and I need to leave now OKAY BYE THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD" and off she goes 😭

Until post-movie, she might actually GATEKEEP your place bc it's her own sort of sanctuary when she just wants to escape for a bit. While Mira and Zoey are off to the batthouse, she slinks into your shop and does it all over again. Post-movie, she'll take the others down here and expose them to what's kept her sane all these years and it ends up becoming a secret spot for the three of them, with you and your hospitality at its centre

And when they all leave you too much money as a tip you're flabberghasted and they refuse to take it back before pulling the Rumi move😭😭😭😭😭😭 but they'll be back every time oh bless them

(They might also make fun of Rumi a lot for staring at your face while you work LMFAO)

[bitteriekitten]

yeehaw. (1/2)

synopsis — save a horse, ride a cowboy or whatever it is that they're saying out there in the wild west. OR the l&ds boys as cowboys. (1/2)

contents — fem!reader, fluff, terrible attempts at writing crack ??????, weak attempts at banter el oh el, reader has a dad who runs a ranch and she works at the ranch alongside the l&ds boys, vague descriptions of ranch life (all source material i have for the ranch lifestyle are all from the cowboy romances i've read. sry), farmhand!xavier, livestock veterinarian!zayne, (brief descriptions of) riding instructor!rafayel, sweaty stinky and shirtless l&ds cowboys, swearing, suggestive content and language, and probably so many more that i've overlooked. lmk if i missed anything !!!

featuring — xavier, zayne, & rafayel (separate fics)

notes — if infold comes out with a cowboy AU multibanner best believe i'm spending half of my life savings just to get all of them 😍 but fr, this was rly fun to make!! i've been referring to the cowboy romances that i read during my hiatus to write this, so i apologize if this isn't an exact replica of the cowboy lifestyle. u can catch sylus and caleb in part 2 <3 i had to separate them bc their AUs are different from what i cooked up for xav zayne and raf (hint: they're bull-riders eheheheh). feedback is most appreciated and if u have any more requests (or jus want to scream abt l&ds with me), you can drop them down in my ask box - no matter how unhinged or wholeseome they may be <3

check out my other stuff here ❤️‍🔥

you stumbled out of your room yawning, startled awake by multiple loud crashes down at the ranch, which was conveniently right outside your window. laughter sounded outside, followed right after by something being dropped and some colorful swearing. you vaguely remembered snoring through your father telling you that he had hired some extra hands, three or so men he’d met at a bar in town. so you couldn’t really be mad at them for being rowdy so early in the morning – they were cowboys. plus it was so early in the morning, you didn't have the energy yet to be pissed. “looks like the princess is finally awake.” your father called from the dining table. he quickly poured orange juice in an empty glass for you. “i don’t wanna hear anything about how fuckin’ loud they are down at the ranch. you should’ve been used to waking up early by now anyway.” “i wasn’t going to.” you said with an eye roll, but thanked him for the orange juice anyway. you then stepped outside, haphazardly putting on shoes to go around the back to see what the new help were doing.

Xavier stuck out like a sore thumb at the ranch, with his light hair and youthful face, but he was definitely still a sight for sore eyes out on the field. when he wasn't handling the livestock, he was moving around bales of hay and other heavy equipment, his biceps bulging and his jaw tense from the effort.

you'd spot him out on the field wearing nothing but grimy jeans, a white hat, a pair of boots, and a pair of leather gloves as he moved a new shipment of hay. it was why you were grateful for a window by your bed; you had full free access to ogle at anything and everything he did out there.

but it was also why you hated it. xavier somehow knew when you'd be watching him, like it was instinctual for him (or you were just staring too much that it bordered on creepiness). he'd catch your eye through the window just as he hauled another bale into the back of his truck, and smile when you'd quickly turn away in embarrassment.

he was a hit with the kids and the chickens, handling them their milk and feed in record time and effectively shutting them up for the next five hours. the horses were a different story with xavier, though. you often had to help him out with them, as they sometimes get a bit picky on who gets to feed and generally care for them.

you couldn't help but find it hilarious that both xavier and the horses flinch whenever they see and come into any kind of contact with each other. he's had a few extremely close calls with their back legs, but they eventually managed to warm up enough for xavier to finally begin sensitivity training for them.

speaking of sensitivity training, you were surprised to spot him outside your home about to knock on your door.

"xavier?" you called, opening the door for him before he could rap his fist on the wood.

"hey, y/n." xavier greeted you as he placed his hand over at the top of your doorframe, leaning over you with his entire height. you gulped at how he was basically towering over you, his shadow covering most of your figure.

"do you think i can borrow your dresses for the horses?" he asked, in the same tone he would use when he would ask for a basket of eggs.

you blanched, taken aback from his request as your flustered state immediately broke. "um. i don't think my dresses will fit the horses." you replied with an eyebrow raised.

"no, it's for me." xavier quickly reassured you, pointing to himself, but it did little to actually reassure you. "i'm starting to do sensitivity training on the new horses we're fostering, and i forgot to bring my usual stuff from my apartment." he said.

you scoffed at his ridiculousness, and how serious he was taking his ridiculousness. "uh... i don't think my dresses will fit you either." you replied, this time with a chuckle you couldn't hold back. your eyes flitted over his figure subconsciously, and he caught you in the act with a smirk.

"how would you know that, y/n?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, his hat tilting along with the movement.

your cheeks burned in embarrassment and you turned away from him, avoiding his eyes that were suddenly very interested in you. "what color did you want that dress, xavier?" you asked instead, walking to your bedroom with him following behind with a chuckle.

xavier in a bright yellow dress over his jeans that barely zipped up his back still managed to look good. he also decided to ditch his hat for one of your ribbon headbands, and also snatched up your father's old new year's glasses from 2006. you held back a laugh behind the palm of your hand as you watched him, wanting to keep it professional for his sake at least.

armed with a folding umbrella, xavier stood by one of the brown horses, who refused to make eye contact with him. he quickly tightened his grip around the rope holding the horse, then clicked open the umbrella, to which the horse flinched back and pulling xavier with him.

you couldn't hold back your laugh when xavier stumbled at the force of the horse's movements. he looked back at you with a grin of his own.

"enjoying yourself, y/n?" he asked.

"very much so," you replied, still laughing.

it continued on for several hours, with xavier getting up to anything just to startle the poor horse. there truly was no wrong way to go about desensitizing a horse - dropping things accidentally and mixing up words managed to work anyway.

by the end of the session, the horse still flinched at the slightest of sudden sounds and movement, but it was less violent now - that's a win in xavier's book. you retired back to your front porch with a book and a pitcher of iced tea after xavier's antics got boring by the 30-minute mark.

you snorted when the cowboy walked up your porch still in your dress and other accessories in hand. he had his hat on this time instead of your headband, which contrasted greatly against the yellow dress he still had on. the dress had dirt on the edges of the skirt and mud splatters over the torso, which also splattered over the side of his neck.

it was infuriating how he still managed to look so fucking good.

"you're doing the laundry for that one." you told him instead, laughing loudly as he approached you. he took your half-empty glass of iced tea and drank all of it in one go.

"i think i managed to zip this thing up completely after i crawled in between shane's legs." xavier said as he poured himself another glass.

you snorted, "why'd you give the horse a human name?"

xavier shrugged, "he looked like a shane."

you laughed again, and xavier smiled to himself as he finished drinking up his second glass of iced tea. he set down the glass back on its coaster and turned his back to you, "can you unzip me? i cant reach the zipper now that it's zipped all the way up."

you laughed as your hands reach up to undo the zipper. it only zipped up to his lower back, right below where his hard chest couldn't be squeezed into the fabric. but miraculously it managed to zip all the way up.

"never thought i'd be the one unzipping my dress from another person." you joked. xavier turned his head to you with a raised eyebrow and one corner of his lips upturned into a smirk.

"oh? did you want me to unzip your dress for you, then?" he teased as the zipper finally opened up enough for him to take his arms out of the dress's sleeves.

"i- xavier!" you exclaimed, face slowly heating up again like he did earlier in the day.

you stared at his glistening back as he stepped out of the dress through the skirt. xavier turned to face you this time, folding your dress neatly into one hand. his head tilted to the side and a deceivingly innocent smile appeared on his face as he held out his hand for you to take.

"come on. show me where you do your laundry." he said, back to his innocent antics like he didn't just give you a heart attack.

Zayne looked like he should be the last person working at a ranch. he showed up like he stumbled upon the wrong place at the wrong time, his eyes unsure and uneasy.

but then your father quickly steered him to the heavily pregnant goat inside the barn, whose leg was sprained after it got knocked over during the night. zayne quickly got to work to bandaging up the poor mom, managing to get its leg healed and working in no time.

you often just stood by the veterinarian in astonishment, just watching zayne work his magic onto the other livestock. he was probably the only rancher you've seen who never gets plucked at by the chickens, or be head-butted by the goats, or have the horses flinch away from his touch. you've had your fair share of veterinarians at the ranch, but they were never as young and efficient (and honestly, handsome) as he was.

when he wasn't out checking up on the livestock, zayne was moving around bales of hay and heavy equipment. you didn't know why you were surprised that a man as handsome and capable as zayne had a toned body of his own - walking around the ranch with just a oil-stained wife-beater, muddy jeans, and a pair of worn down boots.

zayne was quiet, kept to himself most of the time, and did his job quickly and orderly. he was practically every rancher's wet dream in terms of being responsible. you had to give it to him for being passionate about his work; it was clear as day that your father loved having him out at the field.

safe to say, you had grown a little fond of the stoic doctor, despite his apparent disinterest in you. he only ever spared you hums and nods of acknowledgement whenever you'd assist him, and preferred to reply to you in monosyllabic sentences.

it was hilarious to think that this was literally all you had to gain your silly crush on him - just assisting him whenever he needed it and being at arm's length from him.

still, it was enough for you to have your cheeks flushing whenever you saw him, or stand beside him as he worked. because at least you had something to look forward to when waking up for another grueling day at the field. you've long accepted that he will never realistically be interested in you at all, and that everything between the two of you was to be kept strictly professional.

but if you were being honest with yourself, a tiny bit of hope was still clinging onto the tendrils of your heart - that maybe, maybe he feels the same way as you do.

it was the little things he did; it might as well be a figment of your imagination with how seldom it happens. but you know that his eyes following you from across the barn means something, or that the way his hand guides you out of the way from a fussy horse isn't just a thing he does all the time. you know, deep down in your heart, there's something there.

however, each time it happens, as you lay down on your bed every night, staring up at your ceiling in the dark, you remind yourself once more - everything between the two of you was to be kept strictly professional.

but it was on a friday evening that you and zayne were alone out on the field. the little bonfire he made crackled and popped, mixing in with the sounds of the quiet night at the countryside. you walked out of the house with candied fruits and iced tea, a small reward for the hard work done for the day. zayne accepted the fruit enthusiastically - he seemed to have a sweet tooth.

"any plans for the weekend, dr. zayne?" you asked. zayne shook his head and sipped on his iced tea.

"no - i'd rather be here." he replied.

"ah..." you nodded, a little embarrassed at how quickly he shot down your attempt in small talk. "...well, me too. the bar down town's a little grungy, anyway." you said, a feeble crack at filling up the silence between the both of you.

zayne hummed and nodded, taking another sip of his drink. "i'd rather be here with you."

the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you tried to process his words, his voice, his everything. you turned to him, unsure of what to say - what to do, "wh- what?"

zayne, to your horror, looked completely serious. what a bad time to remember that he rarely ever joked around, especially with you. "i like your company, y/n." he said, a hint of a smile on his lips. "i'd rather stay here in the quiet with you after a long day of work than to go anywhere else for the weekend."

your heartbeat quickening, you tried to think of something to say, something smart or witty to reply to his sudden confession. but you were helplessly blanking out. "o-oh. um... i wasn't expecting you to say that."

zayne cocked his head to the side, still keeping his gaze on you. "what did you expect me to say, y/n?"

you shrug with a singular shoulder, squirming helplessly underneath his gaze. "i dunno - that you're busy. or have to work overnight." literally anything else that doesn't make me hope that i have a chance for you.

"i managed to finish the day's work in record time, and i don't like working outside my work hours." zayne replied matter-of-factly, adjusting the watch on his wrist. "and that's because of your help. you help me maintain my work that i don't see the need to work overtime. at this rate, you must be sick of seeing me."

"what? no, i don't." you replied in shock.

"really?" zayne asked, his lips forming a wide smile this time. "you're by my side almost 24/7 down at the ranch at work. wouldn't you be appalled that i still want to spend my time with you after work?"

you scoffed in disbelief, frazzled by his sudden confessions coming at you from all sides. you avoid his eyes, still intently staring at you, burning holes into your skin at this point. "i'm more surprised that you want to see me all the time." you said softly.

"why, do you want to see me all the time?"

you hadn't noticed that zayne had moved to sit right beside you. you flinched at the warm shoulder that bumped against yours, rendering you breathless as you faced him, your eyes finally meeting his.

no words were exchanged. you hoped your your hammering heartbeat was enough of an answer for him. no words were actually exchanged, as you were too busy leaning in to kiss him while the bonfire slowly burned out into the starry night.

Rafayel liked to show up at the ranch early in the morning. while you were still busy catching up on sleep, he's already working on a few stuff around the barn. you were often not-so-rudely woken up by some drilling and hammering down at the ranch, and more often than not it was because rafayel saw something wrong with the equipment and thought that it needed some quick fixing.

it quickly became part of your routine to cuss him out through your window.

"can't you keep that shit down?! it's ass crack o'clock!" you yelled with your eyes still struggling to open all the way. rafayel paused from hammering at the fence he just fixed and turned to you with one eye closed and a delighted grin.

"sorry that i'm trying to fix the squeaking fence you were complaining about the other day, cutie!" he replied sarcastically, then proceeded to ignore your demands to continue hammering on the wood.

it went on like that as he got around the ranch. you'd complain about how loud he was being, and he'd have a witty quip for you already locked and loaded. you did your best to have as little interaction with him at the ranch as possible, but with how often your tasks coincided with his, it was almost impossible not to run into him.

he always had that exasperating, devastatingly handsome smile on his face whenever you cross paths at the ranch. with your eyes downcast, you always tried to pretend you hadn't even noticed him, doing something on your phone or checking if you'd stepped on something as he passed by you. you'd let out a sigh of relief as he just leaves without saying anything else to you, but you don't miss the cheeky laugh that trails after you.

"honestly cutie, you're like, my favorite co-worker." rafayel declared after hauling the trash out on the back. you scoffed at his words, appalled that he'd even say that out loud. "i'm the only lunatic who's crazy enough to work the same shifts as you." you replied.

"exactly. great minds think alike, no?" rafayel winked at you, lurching your heart to your throat in surprise.

"you're a dumbass."

your father quickly got rafayel to do horseback riding lessons for visitors and tourists at the ranch - he was young and had a boyish charm to him that hollywood liked to give cowboys in their movies. children loved the friendly cowboy with the winning smile, who has a steady hand over their backs and another on the horse's reins.

but he was especially a hit with the women, who bat their eyelashes at the cowboy and squirm in delight when he tells them to hold onto the reins tighter with a firm voice. either rafayel was clueless to their blatant flirting, or he just didn't care. the amount of filth these women had spewing out their mouths was honestly laughable.

and you don't blame them at all. rafayel was indeed gorgeous, despite how infuriating he was to talk to most of the time. but you don't go around telling that kind of information to anybody else; he'd have a field day if he finds out that his "favorite co-worker" thought he had pretty eyes and soft hair that she'd like to touch.

nothing ever really comes out of the flirting, though. unlike the average cowboy, rafayel didn't care much about attracting the most amount of admirers. he's always hard at work, like he's got something to prove. he fixes leaking pipes, screws and unscrews things, and can paint murals on the back of barns like nothing. he has his eyes set on something else, it seemed.

"cutie! wait up!"

just as you were about to climb up into your truck, rafayel caught up with you. he was sweating all over, his clothes stained with oil and mud, and a part of his cheek covered in streaks of mud. he furiously wiped away the dirt on his face with a damp towel as he approached you. despite all the grime that covered him, he still managed to smell like expensive perfume.

"you stink, rafayel." you said despite that, moving away from him. rafayel gave you a little shrug and swept a hand through his hair, slicking it back with his sweat.

"some twin boys almost fell off a horse. somebody had to hold them away from the mud." he replied. he pointed to your truck with his thumb, grinning widely. "can i drive us to dinner?"

you raised an eyebrow at him, suspicious of his motives, to which he pouted and pulled out his ridiculous puppy-dog face at you. "please, y/n? i want that steak you told me to get last time i went with your dad." he pleaded.

"you want to go get steak without your boss?" you asked with a humorless laugh, turning away from him to open the door the driver's seat. "you asking me out on a date, rafayel?"

"duh." rafayel said, leaning on your truck with one arm against the side. he held out on hand and began listing down things with his fingers, "i'll pay for our meal, i'll be the best gentleman, and i'll take you home back home before 10. promise!"

you blanched at his insistence - you were truly only joking with him about the date, but whatever he's offering sounded really good. this was one of the many times he's tried to take you out somewhere, and you've only ever brushed him off every time he did so.

you glanced at rafayel's face, whose smile grew wider the more the silence stretched on. he leaned in closer, giving you a closer look at his handsome smile. you felt your resolve slowly crack away; you truly couldn't stand this cowboy...

"if you stop touching my radio, we'll get steak." you deadpanned.

"i'll skip only one song, cutie. just one, then i'll never judge your music taste again." rafayel bargained with his hands clasping together. you rolled your eyes at his ridiculousness, then tilted your head to your truck, signaling him to get in.

rafayel cheered as he quickly climbed up the driver's seat. you walked around to get to the front seat, shivering at the cold air gusting from the air-conditioning. rafayel slumped back into his seat, relieved to be away from the heat of the afternoon sun.

"your truck's soooo nice, y/n." he groaned in satisfaction, "you've got functioning air-conditioning, soft cushions, little to no scratches on the truck. you're a wonderful driver."

you snorted as you grabbed your box of CDs, looking through your selection. "if you actually know how to take care of your truck, you wouldn't be complimenting it like this." you said.

"but how else am i going to have a chance to be this close to you, cutie?" rafayel teased, sitting up straight this time and turning the truck on. dumbstruck at his response, you turned to him with your mouth agape. "are you dumb?" you asked.

rafayel shook his head. "nope, just think you're pretty."

you choked on a gasp. "rafayel!"

he laughed out loud as he put the truck in drive. "what?" he asked, pretending to look innocent.

you scoffed, "you're ridiculous."

"you like it."

you didn't respond, afraid that you'll say that you do.

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[mejaemin]

prompt 14 omg ☹️☹️ it’s soooo dk … to me….. i love everything about this pairing i love your writing you’re gonna do it soo much justice 💗

dokyeom + their safe word for wanting to leave a place because it’s too overwhelming is kissing the other’s hand

warnings: alcohol, being overstimulated, svt cameos, fluff !!! an: YAYAYA tysm my val for requesting !!! tysm for having faith in me 🫡🫡 i hope this fulfills your vision 1 to 13 mlist !!!

all this human interaction is starting to get uncomfy… you and seokmin were out shopping all day, and that was super fun because he bought you a bunch of stuff and you spent time with the love of your life, but now you’re feeling overwhelmed.

towards the end of your shopping trip you ran into seungkwan, who was walking with bags full of alcohol, and offered for you and the rest of the friend group to help him drink it all. of course, in such high spirits you both agreed!

now you regret it.

it’s about 2am now, and you’ve only had about two overly fruity mixtures that someone, you don’t even remember who, handed you. it’s been thirty minutes sitting on the kitchen counter with chan who’s been endlessly talking your ear off, and in his drunken stupor he hadn’t noticed the exhausted scrunch in your nose.

the music’s getting to be too loud, sounding like just noise in your ear, everyone’s laughter is too loud, and soonyoung’s laugh-cry-roar is even louder. your head hurts, and you can picture your comfy bed in your mind, and seokmin’s plush biceps for you to rest your head on.

“excuse me, channie,” you cut him off mid sentence to walk off, and he seems to be a little confused, maybe not at you but the entire world, so you feel a little less bad about walking away.

seokmin is sitting on the couch with the rest of the group, laughing away as they all talk about who knows what. you can’t hear any of it anyway. you’d feel some type of way about how he slouches, manspreading in his seat if you weren’t so overridden by other emotions. you go to squeeze in next to him, letting out a deep breath once your body touches his. he smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you at the top of your head. you smile softly in return, taking his hand in yours to fidget with his fingers.

you try to stick it out a little longer, listen to his conversation, but you just can’t. you want to go home, bad. raising seokmin’s hand to be face level, you lean forward and press a kiss to his knuckles. he freezes, albeit subtly to not draw attention, before turning to you with a raised eyebrow. you nod once, softly, and he’s already on a mission to get you home.

pulling his phone out of his pocket, you watch him go to the home camera app. you see doa, your little puppy, dozing away by the front door. suddenly, he sits up all shocked, turning to you with a face that almost makes you giggle with its faux urgency.

“oh no, baby, look! doa got into the garbage can again, we have to go stop her! come, let’s go!” just like that, he pulls you up from the couch, running to the front door to get your shoes on before leaving. he even took the glass of juice he was drinking with him, on accident.

the trip to the car is calm, in contrast to how everything just was. before he helps you into the seat he just holds you, letting you relax before leaving. “was that okay? are you better now?” you hum in response, choosing to avoid wasting energy on words, ready to sleep the whole way home, thanks to him.

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Omg was the team's name for the tiger derpy? The bird and tiger are absolutely my favourite pair in the movie I adore them with my heart and soul 😌 congrats to you and the team for its success!!! Really fantastic job with the soundtrack and bold visuals ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و everything is so wonderfully eye-catching and has such a strong aesthetic of it's own, it's no wonder the animation is getting appreciated like spiderverse! Did anything from atsv help with figuring out the look of kpdh?

it was never said in the movie but yeah! the tiger is derpy and the magpie is sussie (confirmed by the director maggie kang on twitter, sorry for linking to the Bad Place)

and thank you! that's a great question, because although we wanted a very different look from spiderverse, we used a lot of stuff that we learned from it. we used more of a mix of animating on ones and twos, as well as "expression lines" (though not nearly as much as we would on spidey). spiderverse is meant to look very flat, hard, graphic, and comic-y, like it was printed in ink. the directors wanted kpop to have a lot more depth, softness, elegance and glamour to it. a lot of inspiration was taken from k dramas, which we watched a bunch of together as a crew haha, it was fun!

in general, spiderverse opened the doors to style exploration and a lot of kpop wouldn't have been possible without the tools and workflows set up from before! kpop required a lot of new stuff too though, like costume management, chibi faces, crowd tools, fx rigs for weapon smears, hair dynamics, a visible "metronome" for the songs, and probably a few more that i'm forgetting lol

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Blindsided

John Walker x Thunderbolt!Reader

Summary: In the middle of an argument with you mid-mission, John gets incapacitated and it’s up to you to get him out alive. A month later, he wants to thank you.

Warnings: concussion/head injury, canon typical violence, size difference, (one-sided) slight enemies/rivals to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, john calls reader princess and pipsqueak, readers hair is long enough to be braided, readers body is described as womanly, reader wears a kevlar vest and tactical pants/boots as her supersuit, reader is short, swearing, PinV sex, oral/fingering (female receiving), slight body worship, slight tit worship, use of captain/sir, slight dom/sub, no condom, creampie, smut

Words: 4,779

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It was supposed to be easy. You, John, Bucky, and Yelena would stalk into the abandoned office building turned underground HYDRA stakeout, and you would split in half and scour the premises for the package. A file containing classified information on sensitive government secrets. Information that, what little of HYDRA that was left, could use for their new insurgence. It was supposed to be easy, or at least as easy as things got for this newfound team. Knock out whoever you needed to knock out to get the file, then get the hell out of dodge.

But John could never make things easy for you, could he? Not when it was so fun watching your eyebrows screw together and your face go beet red in frustration. Being paired to split up with you was both a curse and a godsend.

On the one hand, he gets to piss you off and fantasize about letting you have your way with him after, and on the other hand, it was a horrible distraction. He’s never gotten this distracted on missions before, nothing has ever made him so blindsided like you. It’s like the second you’re in the room, his gaze gravitates to you and stays there. All of his attention goes to you, he can’t help it.

He does everything he can to protect you when he’s graced with your partnership on missions, and even though he’d like to think he’s perfect, he’s not. He misses things sometimes, just like anyone, but he finds himself just a little more distracted when you’re around.

Even now, as you’ve both cleared out a room of HYDRA soldiers, he can’t stop himself from poking fun at you. You were so much smaller than him and it was so easy, you’re just so sensitive. He often finds himself wondering if you’re sensitive in other ways too.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t such a meathead, this wouldn’t be taking so long.” You groan in annoyance and the sound goes straight through him. He watches you stomp off to the other side of the room, dodging broken desks and empty filing cabinets. Even through your black bulletproof vest and dark tactical pants he can see just how womanly your figure is, curvy and soft in all the right spots. The hazy thought of birthing hips makes his cock twitch in his pants. He can feel a retort bubbling its way up his throat.

“Oh, so it’s my fault you can’t seem to figure out where we’re going, pipsqueak?” He rolls his eyes and he tries so hard to look as annoyed as possible, but he’s not so sure he can stop his pants from tenting as you whip around to face him. You’re pissed, and rightfully so, since he was the one who was supposed to be navigating you through the building.

“Me?” You practically screech in disbelief, your braids whipping around, the dark red ribbons braided into them shining in the sunlight from the window behind him. John shoots you a look that says ‘yeah, obviously’ and it doesn’t take you long to make your way back over to him. You poke at his chest as hard as you can without breaking it on his ridiculously hard super soldier chest. “You were supposed to be guiding us, Captain.”

The rage in your eyes tells him you really have no idea what you’re doing to him. Captain? Really? It’s like you want him to get hard. He should really get the both of you back onto the situation at hand, but your flushed cheeks and your big eyes looking up at him has him ready to throw caution to the wind. He’s sure Bucky and Yelena are doing just fine, maybe the two of you could have some alone time for now. It’s not like he gets to be close to you back at the tower, you pretty much avoid him as much as possible. Turning away from him with your smug little face any time he enters the room— it drives him insane. All he wants is to have you for himself.

Now is not the time though, and before he can give you a snarky retort he realizes the gravity of the situation. Someone has managed to sneak into the room and John feels sick as he pulls you into his chest and away from the assailant, but it’s no use as the crack of the butt of a gun smashing against his head rings out. Everything goes dark.

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Everything happens so fast, one second you’re arguing with John the next he’s pulling you out of harms way only to get himself crumpled.

You dispatch the assailant as fast as possible, a bullet ringing out through his chest as he falls back to gurgle on the floor. Your heart is pounding away behind your kevlar vest, your face is hot and your blood is pumping. John lays in a heap on the floor, if it weren’t for his helmet you’re sure his head would be gushing blood. Maybe it’s not as silly as you once thought.

You crouch down in a hurry, fingers pressing against the pulse point on his neck, hands shaking uncontrollably. He’s still alive but that does little to calm your nerves, heavy footsteps echo down the hall and you know you need to get him somewhere safe and fast.

You slink your arms under his and pull, tears now streaming down your face as you hyperventilate. He’s so heavy, his weight pulls you down as you get him closer and closer to the door across from where you were. It’s a supply room but it’s big enough to hole up in and get him to safety.

You’re not sure why, but you feel the need to reassure him.

“I-It’s okay, big guy. I’m gonna get you out of here.” You huff and pant and sob as you get him further into the doorway. He drags slowly against the floor, the shield on his back scraping loudly on the concrete. You can hear loud voices approaching, you need to alert Yelena of the situation or you’re going to be in even worse trouble. It sounds like there’s a whole group of them approaching and you’re not sure if you can take them all and insure Johns safety.

Sometimes you wished you had super serum pumping through your veins, it would make a whole lot of things so much easier.

“Why do you have to be so fucking heavy, John?” You grunt as you finally get him far enough into the room to barricade the door, but not before the group of HYDRA soldiers notice your presence.

They bang on the door and scream insults as you push a big desk and a full filing cabinet against the door. It holds them off but gunshots start barreling through. You cower over Johns body, his chest still rising and falling steadily. Yelena’s voice crackles out through the comms.

“Package secured. Reconvene— roof of—“ The comms cut in and out, the group had tried to convince Valentina to get them newer comms but she wasn’t one to fix what wasn’t broken. Though the spottiness of the communication was getting to be a problem. You speak fast into the comms.

“We need an extraction, Walker is down and we’re cornered. There’s a window facing the outside.” You’re not sure how your voice stays so steady and it’s a miracle you’re even still standing with the way your legs are shaking.

“What?” Yelena groans. “We can get— rope and harness— but you’ll need to carry—“ You understand the gist of what shes saying and make your way over to the window, open it and shoot off a flare so they’ll know your position.

In the meantime, you work on dragging Walker closer to the window. You’re barely able to move him on the ground and you worry you might not be able to carry him up the side of the building all the way up to the roof, but as you pull off his helmet and check the bruising on the side of his head, you realize you’d do anything to get him out of here in one piece.

The rope and harness appears outside the window, you pull it in and secure it to you. The banging on the door to the room grows stronger, they’ve gotten a battering ram to break it down. You pull Walker up to your chest, situating him as you sit on the windowsill, getting yourself ready to push off and climb outside. His arms are around your shoulders and you’re holding his thighs around your waist.

His heft pulls you forward and your face scrunches up from the sheer effort of hauling him close. You’ve secured your arms around him and begun your ascension, doing everything you can not to look down as you hold tightly to the rope. Your legs are screaming in pain as his thighs hang over yours. His helmet is attached to your tactical belt, clacking around. You can hear the HYDRA soldiers finally break into the room you were in but you’ve already made you’re way farther up.

You look over to John, his face is relaxed and you try hard not to stare but he’s never been this close before. All you can think about is how badly you need to get him out of here so you can get to see him close just one more time.

“Hold on, big guy, we’re almost out of here.” You whisper, your lips ghost against his neck, scruffy beard tickling your ear in the process. Your arms are aching and your legs feel like they’re going to give out, it takes everything in you to keep holding him up as you get closer and closer to the top of the building.

Soon enough, you see Yelena look over the side and she’s close enough to reach down to help pull the both of you up. She hauls you by the shoulders, sure to keep Walker steady as well. The both of you grunt with effort as you pull and pull and pull, finally vaulting over the side, Walkers much larger body clutched in your arms.

Yelena unhooks the harness and helps put Walker over your shoulder as the both of you break into a jog towards the jet. It’s not long til Bucky runs through the open door of the jet, pulling John off your shoulder and onto the cold metal floor. Even as the door clamps shut, and both Bucky and Yelena run to the controls and the jet lifts off, you stay at John’s side. You hold his head off the floor, sitting tucked into his side. You’re still crying, you hope Yelena didn’t notice.

“You better not let him forget about this. He owes you a life debt now.” She jokes but her laugh is shaky and you can’t find it in you to laugh with her. You brush his hair off his forehead, your tears plopping down onto his cheeks. Fear rattles through your bones the longer he stays out, this isn’t good.

You think maybe you’ve imagined it when his lashes start to flutter, but soon his eyes are cracking open just a little and the sky blue of his eyes is shining. You almost choke on your own breath, pulling him closer as you pat at his cheek.

“M’fuck.” He grunts, and you let out a wide-eyed, bewildered laugh. He looks delirious, unsteady. “Mm… What happened?”

“You got hit in the head, big guy.” You sniffle, “I had to carry you out.”

“Carry me? Hit in the….” He looks at you, squinting in that way that makes butterflies flit around in your belly. His whole face scrunched up. “Hey, princess.”

“Hey, big guy.” You’ve never called him that to his face before this, he looks smug for a guy whose temple is blotted dark purple.

“Mm, I like that… Big guy…” John smiles wide, head lulling backwards but you hold him upright. He’s making all those little noises that are so unique to him, the little grunts and huffs. The ones that make you blush. “How’d you carry me, pipsqueak?”

He’s slurring his speech just a little, and his eyes look at you but they seem just a little too unfocused to be normal. A spike of worry drives its way through your heart, you’ve gotta keep him awake.

“I’m stronger than I look, Walker.” You try to keep your voice level, fresh tears falling in fat rivets over your cheeks. He looks offended for a second.

“Big guy.” He corrects. You huff out an exasperated laugh.

“I’m stronger than I look, big guy.” You whisper and brush your knuckles over the side of his face that isn’t bruised to shit. He looks up at you like you’re an angel.

Yelena calls out from the cockpit, you’re about to touch down at the tower.

“You gotta stay awake for me, big guy, we’re almost home.” You pet at his strawberry blonde hair, hoping to keep his attention on you.

“M’trying, princess” John grunts, his fingers twitching in your lap, like he’s trying to hold your hand. You can’t give your hand to him though, because soon Bucky’s landed the jet and making his way back to you to help get John into the tower and to the medbay.

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“Walker’s got a horrible concussion, the doctor says it’s best if he stays off missions for at least a month.” Bucky informs the group, sparing a glance at you. You haven���t left Walkers side since you got back to the tower the day before, he’s been out since the jet. Ava makes a snide remark about him leaving you all out to dry, and while you know she doesn’t mean to hurt you, it does. If you hadn’t been arguing with him, none of this would’ve happened.

“What even happened anyways?” Bob chimes in, trying to peer into Walkers room. You feel a wave of protectiveness fall over you as you step in front of his line of sight. You know how John gets, this’ll be a huge blow to his ego and you try to do just a little bit to soften the blow. So you lie, you don’t tell them it was Walker who wasn’t paying attention.

“I was distracted. I was too focused on arguing with John that I didn’t see somebody come in the room. It was my fault.” You falsely confess, earning a hard glare from Bucky. Yelena scoffs, Ava rolls her eyes, and Bob looks like he knows you’re lying. He doesn’t say anything if he does.

“You have to keep an eye on your surroundings at all times, no matter what’s happening.” Bucky barks, his hands gripping his hips like a vice. He shakes his head in disappointment. “I expected more from you.”

Yelena and Ava side eye Bucky like he’s grown a second head, but they don’t disagree with him. Accidents happen, yes, but this was a big accident. Bucky stalks off without another word, and the others follow suit, Bob sending a worried look back at you.

You slip back into Johns room, shutting the door softly. He’s awake. An ice pack is sitting on his head, his big hand stopping it from falling off. He looks more alert now, eyes narrowed and face stern.

“Why’d you tell them it was you?” He looks almost skeptical, but it’s a front for the way his heart skips a beat. You’d really take a blow like that for him? He wonders if maybe he feels something a little more intense for you than he previously thought. You look at him like the answers obvious.

“You’re already dealing with enough as it is, Walker.” You shake your head and meander over to where he’s laid down on his bed. His room is clean, meticulous, everything’s got a spot. His bed is the same, crisp grey-blue sheets neat and tidy. You sit down at his side anyway, a little embarrassed at how the comforter crinkles under your weight. Wondering if maybe there’s a metaphor etched into the way you seem to ruin his organization.

“I thought I was ‘big guy’ now.” He remarks, eyes twinkling with mischief. You roll your eyes but a fond smile forces its way onto your face.

“Only when I like you.” You retort, but you can’t find it in you to say it like you mean it. You think you might like him all the time, even when he’s pissing you off. Perhaps especially then. He smiles a big smile, but it fades away as he comes to terms with the gravity of the situation.

“It won’t happen again.” John grunts, his eyes downcast and somber. He looks up, the fire in his gaze telling you he’s serious. “I won’t ever put you in that situation again.”

It makes your heart skip a beat, and you wonder how you ever thought about anything other than him. You lean forward to give him a fleeting kiss on the cheek.

“I know.” You whisper, you pull back to see the shock on his face. He leans forward, chasing your searing kiss. He looks lost when you get up to leave.

You call over your shoulder just before you shut the door to his room: “You owe me.”

He can’t wait to make it up to you.

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Its a full month before he’s good to go again. All he’s been thinking about is you, just across the hall from him but still so far away. You’ve been taking care of him, bringing him food and water, making sure he’s doing good. It’s been killing him, watching you bend over him, your plump chest just waiting to be played with. But he couldn’t, not while he was still recovering.

He’s recovered now though.

It’s late, he’s just gotten back from his last check up in the medbay. You’re in the kitchen, the soft yellow glow of the fridge light illuminating you. You’re in your pajamas, a tank top and tiny, soft, little shorts. He almost starts drooling at the sight of your bare legs. You know he’s there, he can tell by the way your shoulders relax from their perpetually tense position. He wants to rub your back, make sure you never have to be tense again. You look over at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey, big guy.” You whisper, afraid to break the silence in the dark kitchen.

“Hey, princess.” John looks at you then, his eyes hazy with lust, and you know this is it. This is where everything changes.

The walk back to your room is long, and the air is thick around the both of you. His hand brushes yours so many times it doesn’t seem like an accident anymore. You can see the way he glances at you, the way he licks his lips over and over in anticipation. You look up at him through your lashes as you open your bedroom door.

“Are you sure about this?” You whisper, pulling at a loose thread on your shorts. He looks predatory as he nods at you.

“Been sure.” It’s all he says before he gently pushes you through the threshold. He guides you to your bed as fast as possible, locking your door behind him. He wants you for his own, and he’s not going to let anything get in his way now, not after what you’ve done for him.

You’re splayed out on your bed, looking up at him as he towers over you. Your room is the same size as his but he seems to take up so much more space in here, like his body knows it needs to be all over you and everything that’s yours.

John trails a finger down your belly, crawling up to hover over you. You look so little like this, chest rising up and down rapidly. He wants to devour you, wants to eat you whole. The tip of his finger catches on the edge of your pretty little shorts. He tugs them just a little more, looks up at you like some sort of animal.

“You gonna be good f’me?” His voice is low, drunk with lust. You don’t know if yours even works right now but he urges you to respond. “Huh, pipsqueak? Or are you gonna be a little brat?”

You shake your head.

“No, I’ll be good. I promise.” You whimper, worrying your bottom lip in between your teeth. He looks like he’s won the lottery when he continues.

“You promise, what?” He hopes to God you say it for him.

There’s a beat of silence.

“I promise, Captain.” It almost feels silly saying it but the way he groans in response is enough to reassure you. He hooks his fingers under the band of your shorts and tugs them off along with your panties, and he throws them somewhere in the room.

John’s eyes lock onto your dripping cunt, spreading your thighs open with his massive palms. A possessive snarl over takes his face, his eyes wide in hunger. He watches your hole drool in anticipation, the tip of his thumb brushing featherlight against it. You can’t help but buck your hips at the slight touch.

“Don’t squirm.” He grunts.

You barely have time to start whining before his tongue is licking a broad stripe up your pussy, you moan out before you can stop yourself. He laps at it over and over, holding your hips down as you try to buck for more. His thumb caresses your clit in tight circles as the tip of his tongue pushes its way into your tight hole. You’ve never been very vocal, but he seems to know just how to get you to squeal.

“Taste s’fucking good.” He slurps up your juices, bringing his lips over your clit and sucking rhythmically. His fingers make their way to your hole, teasing it in time with his sucking. He starts to push in, eyes locking onto yours.

“Oh, fuck yes!—“ You can’t help the sounds coming from you, but he doesn’t seem off put by them at all, if anything they spur him on. His fingers slide in easily, your cunt gushing around them, letting them fuck into you sloppily. It feels like heaven when he curls them into that spot so deep in you, you almost start howling.

He pumps in and out of you at a steady, fast pace, your cunt clenching down over and over. You’re getting so close, and you tell him.

“M’so close, sir, please!” You beg, humping his fingers and twisting to keep his lips latched onto your clit. He picks up the pace, thrusting his fingers even faster than before. He starts to suck harder too, spit and slick coating his beard as it rubs against your most sensitive parts.

“That’s a good girl, princess. Do it for me.” His voice almost brings you over the edge, but it’s the way his fingers curl into you at a brutal pace that does it. It feels like a wave of heat washes over, tingling and pulsing straight from your core.

“Fuck— yes, sir!” You cry out in ecstasy, you barely even notice the way he humps into the mattress. His fingers slow down just a little as he continues sucking, coaxing you through the haze of your orgasm.

You pant as he slowly pulls his fingers out, lips pulling off with a wet little pop. You twitch and moan at the oversensitivity. Your eyelashes flutter open just to watch the way he licks his fingers clean of your slick. It’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, he looks like a God.

He leans back on his haunches, massive tent in his pants standing proud. He’s sweaty but he looks like he’s barely just getting started. He motions for you to take your tank top off and you do so without hesitation. He doesn’t even bother to wipe the cum from his face before he leans down to suck at your tits.

It’s sloppy and loud as he sucks your nipples into hard peaks, leaving little love bites all over your tits. His hand comes up to play with the one he’s not sucking on, he moans out in satisfaction when you arch up to meet his touch. Your hand comes around to clutch at his hair, he groans loud enough for you to know just how much he likes it. He pulls off with a pop and kisses a trail to your other nipple. Licking and biting and sucking at that one too.

Your cunt clenches down on nothing and you wish he would fuck you. John must sense your impatience as he begins kissing his way up your neck, sucking hickeys as he goes. He reaches the crest of your ear, moaning as you reach down to palm his cock through his pants. He pulls the last of his clothes off in a hurry, sitting above you as his dick flops out and smacks against his belly before falling back down against yours.

“You ready for me, princess?” John sends a cocky smile your way, looking like he’s just won a gold medal. He sees the hungry look in your eyes and it only serves to inflate his ego. It doesn’t help when you reply.

“Yes, Captain.” Your breathless as he puts you into place, hands on your thighs as he presses you down into a tight mating press position. The leaking pink tip of his cock pressing against your hole, pushing just a little bit.

Your mouth falls open and you whine as he enters you inch by inch, the stretch burning in the sweetest way possible. John looks misty-eyed as he sinks all the way to the hilt, completely enraptured by you and the way you feel. His fingers flex around your thighs, keeping you pressed tight to both him and the mattress. His nose presses into your forehead as the both of you pant into each other, cunt clenching and cock twitching respectively. He already feels like he’s about to burst.

“You look so good like this, pipsqueak. Fuckin’ made for me.” He mumbles into your hairline as you whimper for him. He starts to rock his hips into you, cock sliding deliciously through your cunt. It’s so big, you can feel every ridge and vein pressing against your walls. You’re starting to lose your mind at the sensation, but at the same time, you want him to go all night.

Your nails rake down his back and your moan for him wantonly. You mouth at his neck, licking and sucking your own marks onto him. Both of your collarbones and necks will be littered with purple and pink tomorrow, but you doubt either of you will care if anyone sees. You pull back to look him in the eyes.

“Give it to me, big guy.” You push him into you harder, he looks on the brink of losing control. You know just what to say to get him going. “You’re so fuckin’ good at this, Captain.”

He picks up the pace, huffing and grunting against you.

“Anything for you, princess.” He barely gets the words out through gritted teeth as he tries to stave off his own orgasm. He needs another one from you before he’s gonna be even remotely done. The both of you pant into each other’s mouths, sweat mingling on your brows. He might be drooling onto you but you don’t care.

His cock pumps into you again and again, the feeling driving you over the edge as your cunt clenches down on him in a pulsating rhythm. You cry out for the last time as you cunt clamps down and creams all over his cock, orgasm ripping through you. The feeling of it pulls him over too, he gasps out and his cock kicks as he thrusts hard into you a few more times. His hips stutter as ropes of his spend splatter the walls of your pussy.

John let’s your thighs go slowly, leaning down to hold you tight, cock still sitting stiff in your cunt. The both of you try to catch your breath, chests pressed together sticky and hot.

“That was so fuckin’ good, John.” You huff out, he chuckles softly against the crook of your neck.

“M’damn right.” He mumbles sleepily. “You’re mine now, pipsqueak.”

You almost want to laugh.

“I was always yours, big guy.”

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A/N: this is my first time writing john so i hope it’s good!! this was very fun to write lol please send in any requests u may have!! :)

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Could I please request a Jisung (NCT) x male reader fic please with the main thing being a size kink where Jisung is shorter than his boyfriend (but not way shorter they’re just both tall like the reader would just be a bit taller and he loves making fun of Jisung playfully but in bed it’s the other way around) he makes up for it in other areas like his hands, feet, and most especially his dick which is way bigger than ours, and could there also be other things like Jisung having a breeding kink and including belly bulge from his dick please I’m a sucker for that in fics

I’m just a whore for the duck sick Jisung agenda pksjshs

best friend ever

dom! jisung x m!reader | nsfw (mdni) | wc; 1.9k

desc : you and Jisung had been friends for quite some and you always fantasized about fucking him, and finally that day has come

⚠️ content : size kink, belly bulging, big dick/dom jisung, cumming inside, unprotected sex (stay safe irl), fwb kind of, dirty talk, pet names, dirty talk, lmk if i forgot anything

a/n : omg my first request thank you so much !! hopefully it's good, sorry it took so long to write i suck at locking in and finishing it so i've been working on it on and off lol

You always had a thing for guys that were bigger than you. Height, hands, anything – especially dick size. Something about looking up and feeling smaller than someone turned you on and made your stomach fill with butterflies. So when you met Jisung, he was like a dream come true. He was slightly shorter than you not by much, but everything he had made up for it. His hands wrapped around your waist and throat with ease when playing with each other. His feet were way bigger than yours, easily three sizes bigger.

Your favorite thing about him however, was his huge dick. You’ve never seen it bare but you always catch a glimpse of it through his shorts and sweatpants whenever you two hang out. You’ve always wanted to hold it, suck it, worship it, but you never knew if he felt the same. You touched yourself often, thinking about him filling your tight, needy hole, moaning his name until you came hard into your hand.

One day on one of your regular hangouts, your fantasy would finally come true. You two were in his room just watching a movie together when a sex scene came on the screen. You had been eyeing him since you got there, the combination of his loose shorts and tight tank was driving you wild. You look over at him as you feel his weight shift in his bed. Your eyes shift in his direction and you notice the tent in his pants. He was hard and it was making you flustered.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, the sight of his dick bulging in his shorts makes your whole body tense up. You didn't know what to do, your mind went completely blank. Jisung looks back at you, sensing you staring at him. You frantically look back at the tv screen to avoid eye contact with him feeling your face flush red with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong y/n? You like what you see?”

He shoots you a cocky smile as he moves his hand down, stroking his cock through the thin layer of clothing. Your mouth drops open at the sight, not believing it’s really finally happening. Your insides twist and fill with excitement as a response to his deep voice enticing you. You begin to feel your own erection form from the scene in front of you unfolding.

He begins to crawl slowly towards you, the bed creaking under him the closer he gets. Your heart beats faster the closer he gets, excited but nervous to enter this new territory with Jisung. He finally reaches you, the mix of his musk and his warm breath hits you quickly. He teases your lips, waiting for you to make the first move on him. He senses your desperation and wants to see how badly you want him.

You give into your temptations, grabbing his shoulders to pull him in, capturing his lips in a wet, sloppy kiss. The sound of you two making out fills the room as his hand sneaks up your body. His hand teases your body through your shirt, breezing over your abdomen, your chest, reaching your throat. He takes your entire throat in his one hand, tightening his grip around you causing you to moan into his mouth slightly. The subtle pressure around you causes you to get lost in the moment.

He separates his mouth from your to look at your glossy, desperate eyes. The erotic sight of you so needy for his dick makes his erection stronger – his lust deeper.

"Tell me what you want y/n. I know you can do it.”

He positions himself between your legs, grinding his erection over the clothing separating him from your own dick. You can’t form words from the effect he has on you, only able to let out breathy moans under his touch. Your legs spread wider as if they had a mind of their own. The feeling of his cock on you drives you wild, soon becoming the only thing you can focus on.

“I said, tell me what you want. Don’t make me ask again, I won’t be nice about it next time.”

His demands hitting your ears makes your core tighten up – he has you wrapped around his finger. You buck your hips into his slow, deep strokes against you. You grip the sheets around you tightly to ground yourself. The friction from the two of you makes precum come out of your tip, an evident wet spot forming on your boxers.

"Please Jisung, I want you to fuck me so bad. Need your big dick so bad please let me have it.”

When you finish your sentence, he reaches down to the band of your sweatpants. You feel his long fingers take a hold of them as he quickly pulls them down along with your boxers. Your erection springs onto your stomach, a loud smack echoes through the room as the cold air hits you. Precum is leaking out from your dick, not hiding at all how horny you are for him.

“Fuck you’re leaking so much already. You want this dick that bad baby? Want me to fill you up with my cum, huh?”

Jisung reaches out to feel your cock, wrapping his calloused fingers around it. You hiss at the feeling of his warm fingers in contrast from the cool air once hitting your wet skin. He strokes you slowly – once, then twice – feeling you twitch in his grasp. The sight of him looking down at you in this state makes you quiver. Makes your back arch off the bed with desperation, wanting more of his touch.

He soon leaves the bed to reach into the nightstand nearby to pull out a bottle of lube. Soon after, he quickly slides off his shorts along with his boxer, revealing what he’s been hiding from you. Your eyes widen at the sight. It’s the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. Your core fills with anticipation and anxiety, the conflicting feelings clashing making your stomach tense.

You reach down to your needy hole, trying to finger yourself as he lubes his dick up for you. Jisung spills the slippery substance onto his erection, rubbing it all over himself. The noises coming from him strengthen your arousal as you begin to insert a finger. A desperate moan escapes your throat, catching Jisung’s attention as he snaps his gaze towards you.

He quickly charges at you, grabbing your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. You gasp at the sudden aggression from him, the action turning you on further. He quickly discards your own pants and underwear, leaving you both bare at the bottom half. He slides your legs above his shoulder as he begins to line himself up with your hole.

"Did I say you could fucking touch yourself? You needy little slut, let me show you what happens when you don’t be patient for me.”

He quickly starts sliding his dick inside of you, the stretch he gives you is so intense. Your face winces at how thick he is. It almost feels like he’s going to tear you in half. You try to back off from him but he uses his free hand to keep you down in place.

“F-fuck Jisung, I don’t think I can take it all, you’re so big.”

“You’re gonna take it. Take this big dick like you were made for it. Take all of it.”

He finally bottoms out in you, gaining a loud groan from you as he sits inside of you. Your back arches off the back from satisfaction, wanting him to begin to move his hips. After some time he finally does, hitting your g-spot continuously with every thrust. The sound of skin on skin and your moaning fills the room as he fills you with slow, deep thrusts.

He uses his free hand to lift your shirt slightly, revealing your thin, toned abdomen. He presses down on your stomach as you look down, seeing his dick bulging from the inside of your stomach. The sight was so hypnotizing, you couldn’t look away from it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Yeah take this dick baby. Take every inch of it so I can cum deep inside of you.”

He moved one of your wrists to your stomach, feeling him deep inside of you from the outside. He slowly started speeding up his thrusts, drawing louder moans from you. As the heat of the moment catches up to Jisung, he quickly removes his shirt, revealing his sweaty, toned body. You reach out to him, feeling his abs. Feeling them tense with each thrust, rise and fall with each breath he takes.

He leans down into you, resting his face in the crevice of your neck. Soft moans escape his mouth as he cages you with his strong arms around you, biceps flexing trying to hold himself back. His breath hits your skin as you pull him in closer, your skin making contact sending heat at the connection. Sweat drips from his body on yours as he gets closer and closer to his climax.

He reaches in between the two of you, grasping your dick in his hand once again, jerking you off quickly to catch up to him. You moan deeply into his ear as your fingers dig into his muscular back, hard enough to leave marks. Your cock twitches in his hand, signaling you were almost at your climax.

“I’m about to cum Jisung. Can i cum, please let me, I want to so bad.”

He smirks at you, giving you a nod of approval. Soon after you came hard into his hand. Your body convulsed around him, squeezing and twitching his dick inside of you. You felt him twitching. He was about to follow right behind you.

“Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill this tight hole and make my cum leak out of you. You want that baby?”

“Y-yes Jisung, give it to me I need it now!”

“Then be a good boy and take my whole load into you.”

With a few more sloppy thrusts from him, he stills with a deep thrust. He paints your insides with his cum as he leans his head back from the feeling of how your ass feels around him. you both breathe deeply, your chests heaving up and down as the two of you ride out your highs. He wipes the sweat off of his forehead as he looks down at you, watching as you take the last of his cum inside of you.

He slowly leaves your entrance, leaving you a moaning mess as his juices slowly flow out of you. You both stay still for a moment, catching your breath from the intense moment the two of you just shared. He leans down, moving the hair that's stuck from the sweat on your forehead as he captures your lips in one last, savory kiss. Your hand finds his chest to ground yourself as you melt and moan into his mouth. He leaves your mouth, showing you a beautiful smile at you taking in how you look under him.

“Well y/n, do you wanna finish the movie or do you wanna go for round two?”

“What do you think Jisung?”

You reply to him as you wrap your arms around him, capturing his mouth sloppily as you anticipate him filling you up once again.

[itzpookiepooh]

I have non stop been listening to Soda Pop for the last few days and it's eating out all of my thoughts 🙃. I CANT STOP LISTENING ITS TOO CATCHY!!!!

On that note, what would LADs be like of their MC was under the Saja Boy trance or just in general a fangirl MC who loves this boy group and is singing and dancing to their songs word for word.

Don’t hate me but I haven’t seen or heard anything from this since everyone posted about it I heard a snippet of the song last night but that was it 😅 I’ll do my best though because I know a lil some some about fangirling.

Fangirl

Rafayel would do anything to make you happy and if that meant buying merch and concert tickets so be it. You’ve been to so many Ateez concerts you lost count. Thanks to your loving boyfriend? All front row seats.

“Who’s your favorite?” He asked as you danced to their latest song.

“Mingi and Sans!” You nearly squeal at the thought of them. “I love the whole band though so don’t think I don’t.” You point at him.

“You like them more than me?” Rafayel’s jaw dropped as he watched you belt the lyrics. You stopped and turned to him.

“I’d never put them over you.” You pout and caress his head. He sighed in relief letting you pet him.

“But if either of them show up to our wedding and object? I might leave you at the alter.” You joke making him gasp and push you away.

“Not funny.” He pouts before you console him. “I’m just kidding! You’re still my favorite person in the whole universe.” You kiss his puffy cheeks.

Oh Caleb is down to fangirl with you. He is buying you matching merch for whoever you both like. You’ve bought photo cards to trade and everything. Caleb even won tickets in a raffle. Who knew he was so good at guessing how many gum ball’s were in a jar?

“I’ve been waiting for a tour forever!” You squeal as Caleb laughs at you.

“Who do you think will look best? Callum or Michael?” Caleb asked as he stuffed the tickets in his jacket pocket.

“It’s really between Callum and Luke.” You pointed out as he nodded agreeing with you.

“You’re so right.” He agreed as you both walked and talked about concert plans.

He’ll drop you off and pick you up but that’s it. It gets a bit too rowdy for him but he’ll support you on whoever you’re talking about. He will wait until your back to listen to you go on and on about how the concert went. From the moment the lights went out to the very end when they left the stage.

“I’m glad you had fun.” He’ll say as he drives and looks over it you.

“Oh definitely!” You squeal holding all your merch you bought. He just chuckles and shakes his head.

He mostly listens intently to see what he can gift you.

Plays whatever you recommend on a vinyl. He really wants to see what you’re into. He definitely doesn’t get a song stuck in his head and hums it when you aren’t around. When you do catch him you smirk like SpongeBob finding out Squidward likes Krabby Patties.

“You like them, don’t you Sylus?” You tease him as he just watches you.

“Not particularly, no.” He answers as you walk over to his record player and hold up one of the records.

“Right…” You shake your head.

He doesn’t really know what’s going on if he’s honest. He’s just happy because you’re happy so when you talk about them he just nods along with whatever you said. You explained how fast you needed to get tickets and that you had to stay up until 2am for them to drop. He just nodded his head.

“Okay so I’m aiming for Linkon or Skyhaven. I can make it to either.” You explained rapidly as you waited for the timer to go down.

Xavier just nodded as he yawned time ticking by. He waited patiently with you as you kept refreshing the page. When the timer went down Xavier moved faster than the speed of light to get the tickets just so you wouldn’t be disappointed.

“AHH! Xavier you’re the best!” You clung to him as his head leans on your cheek.

I don’t listen to any K-pop bands but I do love 5SOS, 1D, and Little Mix 🙂‍↕️ a band is a band 🫵🏾

[rhettrosunsets]

Danger Zone - Bob Floyd X Fem! Retired F1 Driver

Pairing: Bob Floyd X Fem!Retired F1 Driver

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff!

Summary: You've kept this part of your life held close to your chest for years, it doesn't matter that millions of people watched you live on TV. But when Bob Floyd wiggles his way into your secluded life, you realize that he deserves to know, and his reaction only makes you wish you would've told him sooner.

Based off this ask: here!

Warnings: Readers a bit of an over-thinker at times, mentions of F1 crash, illusions that reader has been used for being a driver in the past, mentions of reporters being assholes, no description of reader, no use of Y/N. Mentions of doctors, hospitals, bruises, etc, Mentions of reader having a scar across their forearm and wrist from the crash. Reader used to drive for Haas (yes, that deserves it's own warning.)

Notes: Thank you anon who requested this!! I hope I made it fluffy enough with all the world building I had going on here lol. I absolutely loved this request and am so happy that I got to write it. I had so much fun with this as it felt like my two worlds colliding. I hope I did the request justice :)

The crash didn’t end in screaming agony or dramatics like most thought, it had ended with silence.

You hadn’t raced since, the rehab had ended up taking months, with the doctors saying you were lucky you’d only shattered your wrist and not your spine considering the amount of bruising you had. Haas had sent you flowers, started working on press releases immediately, and gave you a contract release form buried under one too many thank you’s and “we’re so sorry, praying for your recovery” to make you actually appreciate any of it.

You had been just twenty-two years old at the time. You had come seventh place in Spain and your best result yet as you dragged your lifeless car as far as you could with what you could manage. You were the only woman in Formula One, barely into your early twenties, and clawing your way into points like your life depended on it, having a fire in your eyes, something to prove.

Then Monza happened.

Now, three years later at twenty-five, San Diego was the only place that didn’t make you feel like you were being haunted by memories you couldn’t run far enough from. You’d grown up here, before karting and the Formula Series had turned you into a never ending headline. 

You’d missed it while being gone for so much of your teenage years. You missed the gentle sea breeze that would cover your skin in a soft chill even on the warmest of San Diego nights. You missed hearing the aviator jets as you were lulled to sleep in your bed at night, the sound of crashing waves and the jets enough to knock you out instantly as a kid. You missed San Diego, and you missed who you used to be when you once lived here.

So here you were, barefoot in the sand as you stared out at the ocean, your hoodie sleeves rolled up just enough to expose the scar across your wrist and forearm that you didn’t bother hiding anymore.

You were trying your best to distance yourself from what you had lost, trying to focus intently on the way the seagulls were flying over squawking at anyone in sight, or the way that the water reflected the beautiful sunset happening in front of your eyes. But your wrist ached like it always did when the temperature dropped and you heard a loud engine backfire in the distance, giving you an instant reminder of everything you had lost all at once.

You needed something to pull you out of your own head, just something to distract you and make you forget about the last three years of your life, if even just for a moment. That’s when you heard music drifting from the beachside bar behind you. You heard loud joyous laughter, loud music, and the sound of Glasses clinking every so often. 

You turned toward it, brushing sand from your ankles and pulling your hood down. Just one drink, you told yourself. Just something to take the edge off for a minute. You didn’t know it yet, but that bar was about to change everything.

You walked into the bar and slid onto a barstool and quickly ordered a drink, quickly brushing excess sand off your calves with a soft groan at how the sand still tried to stick to you. And that’s when you heard a voice beside you, it was low, polite, and a little shy. Something you weren’t used to hearing much these days.

“You, uh..come from the beach?” 

You turned your head and blinked, looking up at the man next to you. He was tall, blonde, and had wire rimmed glasses that sat just a little crooked on him. You also noticed he had the kindest looking baby blue eyes you’d ever seen. He wore a flight suit, the name tag reading Floyd.

Something between the soft look in his eyes and the way he wore his quiet smile made your shoulders unclench from the tense state they always seem to be permanently locked in. “What gave me away?” you asked.

He chuckled quietly, lifting his drink. “Well, the sand spilling off of you may have given me a bit of a hint.” And you laughed, for what felt like the first time in weeks.

“I’m Bob” he said, offering his hand. You hesitated slightly, so used to people asking you for things immediately, or asking you wildly inappropriate questions. But for some reason, this felt different. So after hesitating just a beat longer, you took his hand and smiled up at him, saying a soft  “Nice to meet you, Bob.”

The evening changed. You didn’t tell him your last name that night, still carrying fear with you everywhere you went. But instead you just talked, you talked about anything and everything. About what types of music you both like, about books you’re reading. He didn’t ask what you did, and he didn’t seem to care when you didn’t mention it at all throughout the evening. When he walked you to your car later, his hand brushing lightly against yours, as he insisted on opening your car door even if you were going to drive it home, you knew something had shifted.

Now, a few months later, you were nervous, something that you really hadn’t felt in years.

It was quite absurd when you considered the fact that you had driven 200 mph into corners with half an inch of space between you and the wall and hadn’t even blinked, deeming it second nature. You’d skidded through the rain at Monza and survived after hitting a barrier so hard that your wrist would never be the same and your career would be over. You went through Formula One as the only woman on the grid and had to learn how to deal with horrific interviewers, awkward questions and things that would make anyone shiver.

But meeting you boyfriends team? That's where you drew the line, that was absolutely terrifying to you.

The team was loud, close enough to be considered family, and extremely chaotic. Yet, they welcomed you at The Hard Deck like you were already one of their own, like you were family.

Phoenix had shot you a smile and whispered into your ear that “Bob’s one of the good ones, I'd keep him if I were you.” which made you giggle and automatically like the girl, feeling much more confident than when you walked in. While Rooster gave you a casual nod before tipping back his beer and grabbing the pool-stick from Fanboy. Hangman, however, leaned in with that trademark smirk of his and immediately asked you “So what do you do?”

“I used to drive, but I’ve always loved photography, so I'm pursuing that for now.” you said simply, not wanting to dive into your entire career story right now, not when the night had been going so good and you had been in such a good mood. “What, racing or something?” Hangman had teased, clearly not expecting you to say yes. You nodded, swallowing the strange twist of emotion in your chest that came into your throat and left a painful hitch. “Yeah. Something kinda like that.” 

You didn’t elaborate much further, your shoulder’s hunching slightly inwards, and Bob, your sweet, caring, ever observant boyfriend caught that immediately as his hand reached under the table to wrap around yours, giving it a firm squeeze and rubbing his thumb gently over yours without saying a word. You knew at this moment that you truly loved Bob Floyd. And he deserved to know about the other part of your life that you’ve kept so tightly hidden to yourself for the last few years, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to try to bring it up and talk about it, all the memories and emotions flooding back as you do.

A few weeks had passed since you had met the team, and you knew that you wanted Bob to meet your family. You wanted your family to meet the man who treated you like gold, massaged your wrist out for you when it started aching on bad days, the man who opens every door for you and hugs you like you’re all he ever needs. You decided it was finally time.

You invited him to dinner with your parents at their house, your nerves through the roof as you imagined how this would all go down.

 Bob had come straight from the base, his shirt half tucked into his jeans, and a bouquet of grocery store flowers in hand as he hugged your mom, and shook your dad’s hand, introducing himself before giving you a gentle kiss. Your mom had practically swooned at the sight, asking him all sorts of questions about his job, how he became an aviator, and all the questions about how you two met. Bob had just laughed and smiled that shy smile of his that makes your heart skip a beat and answered all your moms questions intently, not brushing over anything or making her feel like she asked a stupid question when it came to the mechanics of being a WSO. 

Your dad had grilled him with narrowed eyes, asking every question in the book that he could think of, and saying the normal "What are your intentions with my daughter?” before breaking into a grin halfway through dinner as he saw the way Bob interacted with your mom and the way he never let his hand falter from yours, seeing the way Bob constantly would give a nod to you as if to ask if you were okay. After that, Bob was met with a big “Welcome to the family, Son.” and a clap on the back as everyone gathered their dishes.

But then, then the part you’ve been dreading since the moment this evening happened.

Bob had gone to the bathroom, walking down the hallway you know has every photo, memory and award hung up gracing the wall. He came back five minutes later looking stunned.

 You followed his gaze to the hallway wall he was still glancing at, his eyes taking in every photo and memory. Dozens of framed photos lined the wall. Every race win since you were in karting, every podium you’ve ever had while being in the Formula Series, every photos of you each season with your team. There was one of you at eleven years old, it was your parents' favorite photo. It captured you grinning widely as you were in your tiny karting suit, holding your first ever trophy above your head. 

Others littered the wall, like one from when you were in Formula 3, your helmet under one arm and your racing suit smeared with grease and champagne as you smiled big at your team principal. Then one of you during your Formula 2 days, it was you on the podium, your smile so wide you felt like you were reliving the memory just by looking at it. And then, well then there was the photo that you never wanted to look at again. The photo that you had worked so hard to get to the point of being able to take, a photo that your parent’s cherished and you grimaced at. It was you in the Haas garage, arm slung around your engineer as you laughed just before your first ever F1 debut, the whole garage smiling at the fact that they had a women driver, and she was about to debut, not in a practice session, not in pre-season testing, no, she going to debut on track in a race.

Your body deflates slightly and Bob notices, walking away from the years worth of memories and gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he leads you back to the living room, where the rest of your family is waiting, eager to hear more about you two together. 

Soon you bid your family goodbye, and start heading back to your car, Bob’s hand firmly placed on your back grounding you despite the anxiety you feel about the inevitable questions he’s going to have.

Bob opens your car door, softly helping you in, before gently pressing a kiss to your forehead before closing your door and heading around to the drivers side, opening the door and getting in himself, and starting the car. 

As he pulls away from your parent’s house his hand finds yours, giving it a firm squeeze and softly saying “I’ve got questions Baby, I would love to know why my girlfriend is such a badass and hid it from me all this time. But, I can tell this is a sensitive topic for you and if you don’t want to talk about it yet then we aren’t going too. This is something I want you to tell me in your own time, Hun.”

Your eyes instantly well with tears, because Bob, your amazing boyfriend who has been nothing but thoughtful and caring to you since you met him just saw the hidden part of your life, the one you hide with a mask, and isn’t pushing you like others, isn’t drilling you with questions about what the rest of the drivers where like, asking what your crash felt like. Bob’s just there, holding you hand firmly, and letting you process how you need too. 

It’s at this moment that you decide to tell him, not because you feel the pressure too, but because you trust that he will accept every part of you. You know Bob, and he’s not going to compare you now, to the you that you once were. You know Bob doesn’t care about how many trophies you’ve won, how many podiums you’ve made, the people you’ve met, Bob just cares about you, and not because you were once a formula one driver, but because you're his girlfriend.  His girlfriend who tries to make him lunches when you stay over at his apartment, the one who always litters his face with kisses after a long day to make him smile. 

You know Bob wants you, all of you. As the car pulls into his apartment, and you guys go in, you tell him everything. 

How you started karting when you were six after a friend’s birthday party made you wanna keep doing it. How you rocked a barbie pink helmet at eight years old and never let anyone tell you different, how the boys never took you seriously in karting until you started winning big events, which made you only more determined to keep doing it. 

How as you got older and older you knew that this was what you wanted to do in life. How you fought your way through F3 and F2 as a teen, fighting to let everyone know that a girl could beat the best of the best, always giving interviews with grace even when you wished you would’ve punched some of them for the questions they’d ask you. You told him how you sobbed in your moms arms when you got the F1 call up saying you were going to be racing for Haas. You told him how everyone said a girl couldn’t make it, that you'd get cut from your seat within just a few races, and how your first finish in the points felt like spitting in their face, telling everyone who ever doubted you just because you were a woman to get fucked.

And then? Then you told him about the crash, about how when you turned that corner and felt the grip go and your car begin sliding, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop the physics of what was going to happen. You told him about the sound of your car crumpling and how it’s something that’ll never leave your memories, and how after you crashed all you heard was ringing and then silence.

You told him the way you’ll never forget the smell of the burnt rubber and carbon fiber, and then you told him about the way your wrist shattered against the wheel as it got stuck, breaking your wrist and multiple fingers to the point where you needed five different surgeries to correct the nerve damage that had been created.

You told him about the pain when you woke up in the hospital after managing to climb in the ambulance before promptly passing out. You told him the pain of waking up and knowing you’d never race again, as you saw the state of your body and hands, knowing you were going to have to completely relearn how to use your right wrist, how to write, how to hold things, all of that was going to have to be completely redone.

Bob didn’t once interrupt you, ask you questions to go more in depth, he just listened. His presence calming, and his gaze on you firm with concern and love. “I miss it. so much” you said, your eyes on the ceiling as you lean back against the couch the tension in your body fading to something softer, something sadder. “That feeling, It was like flying. When I was in those cars nothing else mattered to me but the line I was going to take. Always trying to push the limit, go a bit further than the person before, take a risk and see the payoff from it.”

He doesn’t speak, he just keeps his hand warm on your thigh, gently squeezing it to let you know he was there when he could tell you were getting emotional. 

“I just. I really don’t like talking about it because I hate sounding bitter. I can see the way people pity me and look at me like I'm wasted potential, like they’re always wondering what could’ve been if I had continued, yet never acknowledging what I did do. I see those races on TV, or playing at the bar and it just guts me, because that should’ve been me, that was me, and now it’s all a faded away memory that I keep locked close to my chest.” You admitted softly

He finally turned toward you, his eyes full of quiet awe and something that looked like admiration. “You’re not bitter Baby, you’re brave, you changed the game darling. You became what little girls looked up to. You made it possible for someone else to believe they could do it too. Sure, you may have not ended the way you wanted, but what you’ve done can’t be erased”

You blinked hard, trying to fight the tears trying to escape your eyes, but failing as they began to wall. “And yeah” he continued, his thumb brushing away a stray tear on your cheek “Maybe your wrist doesn’t work the way it used to, but that doesn’t take away a single thing you’ve done. You’re still you, and I love every version of you because I want all of you, not just the girl who once raced, and not just the girl who I get to curl up with everything. I want you baby, all of you.”

You let out a shaky breath and leaned into him burying your face in his chest, while he held you on that couch while you fell apart in his arms, and not once did he make you feel bad for it.

Later that night, you're wrapped in his sheets and lying against his chest, your thoughts beginning to spiral again. “You okay?” Bob whispered, his voice raspy from exhaustion. 

You hesitated before humming a gentle “Just thinkin.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and softly asked “You ever think about driving again? Just for fun?” You tilted your head up a bit confused “What? Like sim racing?”

“No,” he said, a smirk quirking up in the corner of his mouth despite his tired eyes “Like go karting, the real kind. Maybe’ we take the team sometime. You know Hangman’s too competitive not to talk trash everyone. I’d pay to see my badass of a girl leave him in the dust.”

You snorted, a smile finally growing on your lips as you shake your head softly.

 “Oh come on baby, It’d be so much fun. You would get to be in your element again without all the stress, and I'd get to watch my girl absolutely destroy everyone's egos.” Bob say’s trying his best to convince you.

You laughed loudly, the real laughs that Bob always manages to pull out of you even when you think it’s impossible. You curled closer to him, burying yourself further into his hold, relishing in the way his arms gently squeezed you closer to him. “Thanks, Bobby” you whispered quietly.

 “For what?” He asks softly, peering down at you through tired eyes. You smile, meeting his gentle gaze and softly say “For making me feel like I still have a purpose, like I haven’t reached my full potential yet.”

He kissed your temple. “You haven’t, Baby. Not even close.”

[lotusloong]

Fine Dining

Relationship: Sun Wukong X Female Chubby!Reader

AN: So I got permission from @skymoral to write this! I used their Mafia AU Wukong to write horny filthy smut cause I really like him ♥ Nearly 6k words and 90% of it is just straight up smut, you have been warned.

Tags: Smut, D/S Dynamics, Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Cunnilingus, Anal Play, Ass Eating, But only a little, Minor Violence, A random demon threatens Reader, Wukong takes care of the problem, Implied/Referenced Torture, Slight Yandere Themes, Reader loves her protective monkey tho, Reader has anxiety, Female Reader, Chubby!Reader, If I missed any tags let me know

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With a quiet ‘click’ you shut the door closed behind you, standing shyly as the meeting concluded. You kept your hands clasped and close to your chest, watching as daddy’s business partners packed up their documents and cash, shaking hands and chuckling at inside jokes. Some of the older members still had whiskey in their glass and weren’t going to move from their chairs until they were finished. That was okay, Wukong didn’t mind when they stayed over time. He had laughed to you once that the drunker they were, the more secrets they gave away.

You gave a dreamy sigh as you watched your husband, your insides tingling. His shoulders rolled as he cracked his neck, a cigar gritted between his teeth, and the sight of it makes you smile. The meeting must have gone very well if he was breaking out the cuban. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his tailored suit pants, the suspenders holding them up on clear display. He always complained about running hot during these meetings and having to take his blazer off. You never complained, you got to see that beautifully sculpted chest in a buttoned down dress shirt that could barely contain him.

You were just admiring the curve of his biceps when a shadow falls over you.

You look up to see a cat yaoguai you don’t recognize leaning on one arm against the wall above you. You take a step to the side, edging away from the stranger in a way that's not obviously rude but still gives you personal space. Daddy always told you to be on your best behavior when his business partners and their goons came to visit, and you were a good girl who did just that. That didn’t mean you wanted them in your personal space.

“Uhm, hello-”

“What’s a cute little thing like you doing in a dangerous place like this?” The cat, you think he’s a leopard of some sort, purrs at you. His tail flicks upwards with interest even as you edge further away.

“I-” You start, but he interrupts you again.

“You must be an assistant or something, cute piece of eye candy like you.” You try not to grimace at his words, remembering to be polite and courteous. “Why don’t I take you out tonight, huh? Have some fun?” You shudder and wrap your arms tight around yourself.

“N-no thank you.” You mumble. The cat stares at you for a long moment, ears pricked up and focused on you. After a beat of silence, he lets out a chuckle.

“I'm sorry, what?”

“...No, thank you.” You repeat. The leopard snarls and steps further into your personal space, and you cringe, ducking down to make yourself smaller.

“You think you can say ‘no’ to me, bitch? You’re fodder here, for us to enjoy and use how we want. If I say you’re going out with me, you’re-” His claw is in your face, index finger pointed threateningly at you. You bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep from whimpering in fear.

Another figure steps into your personal space, and you’re about to cringe and run away, when the new person wraps an arm around your plush waist and pulls you close. You look up to see Wukong, his diamond red eyes glancing between you and the cat yaoguai with laser focus.

“Everything okay, peachy girl?” He rumbles, puffs of black smoke pouring from the corners of his mouth. His unruly hair flows down his back, and immediately one of your hands moves to wrap around the soft locks, twirling it around your fingers to soothe your nerves. Your belly is roiling with anxiety and fear - fear that you’ve disappointed him by not being the gracious host you’re supposed to be as his wife. This cat is going to complain about you and Wukong is going to be so upset-

“Sorry, Great Sage,” The leopard gives a polite bow, sending you a wicked glare, “just a little confusion between-”

“When I want your opinion I’ll pull your brown nose out of your boss’ ass.” Wukong growls, the lit end of his cigar burning bright as he takes a deep breath to keep his temper. The yaoguai’s eyes widen in fear and he ducks his head, his hands trembling where they’re clasped before him. Wukong turns his body towards you, pulling you closer to him and lowering his voice to a quiet purr. You bury your face against his chest as he speaks.

“What happened, peachy? You can tell daddy.” His words should be comforting, but all you can think about is how you’re causing problems by being here. You had just wanted to visit him and ask if he would have lunch with you, and now you’ve managed to piss off this mobster and he’s going to be so disappointed in you-

“Whoa, whoa…slow down baby, slow down. Deep breaths.” It startles you to realize that your breathing had been growing quicker as your thoughts spiraled. You squeeze your eyes shut and tremble, unwilling to look at Wukong’s face, and the frustration that will no doubt be burning in his eyes at how difficult you are. You do as he says and breathe, trying to rein in your emotions and not cause even more trouble. You angle your head up, gently tugging at his hair for him to lean down. He does so without complaint and your lips brush across the shell of his ear as you whisper.

“I just wanted to have lunch with you and then he-...He started talking to me and asked me out, I said no, I said no, daddy-” Even if he’s upset with you for this, you want Wukong to know that you would never leave for a night out with someone else. He needs to know that you wouldn’t do that.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright.” He whispers back to you, a calming chirp in his voice. “Then what?” You swallow your nerves.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You start, but Wukong gently tuts, his claws tracing soothing circles over your entire back. It helps ground you. “I didn’t mean to upset him…He said I can’t say ‘no’ to him, that I’m-...”

“...You’re what?” He hisses. You shiver at the sound.

“...I’m fodder for everyone to use…” You whimper the words out, feeling ashamed. Bile rises in your throat that you force back down, choking on air. A low growl starts up in Wukong’s chest, right against where your head is still cradled against him. Fear freezes your veins to ice and a cool numbness washes over you. He’s angry with you now. He has to be.

You peek up at him, fully expecting to see red diamond eyes glowing and glaring at you, a snarl of disgust and disappointment on his handsome face as he shoves you away from him and tells you to get out.

That is not what happens.

His glare is pinpointed on the yaoguai still before you both, who is now trembling with barely restrained panic. Wukong uses two clawed fingers to pull his cigar from his mouth and hold it out, using his thumb to flick the ashes onto the hardwood floor. He angles his head up and blows a black smoke ring, wisps trailing from his lips like a caress. He's so handsome when he smokes…

“Bull King?” He calls over his shoulder towards his brother in arms. You watch over his shoulder as Demon Bull King looks up from his conversation with Erlang, large ears perked up and attentive. He had been casually swirling the amber scotch in his glass as the two of them spoke, Erlang looking slightly more relaxed than usual surrounded by allies he respects.

“Yes, brother? What's the problem?” The bull snorted. His and Erlang’s eyes glanced over the sight the three of you made, taking in your uncomfortable body language and Wukong's simmering rage. You see Erlang’s eyes narrow, his third eye honing in on the leopard before you both. 

“This one is yours right?” Wukong asked, voice calm. 

“Yes. New hire, kinda stupid.” Bull King laughed, his grin sharp and mean and full of teeth. Erlang snorts as well, his posture changing from relaxed to business within moments when he picks up how tense Wukong currently is. You could feel the muscles of your monkey’s back flexing under his shirt, but his body language was still calm as he observed his cigar. His hand was still rubbing soothing circles against the small of your back.

“How much?” The Monkey King asked. 

“Uh-” Bull King shrugged, rolling his eyes skyward as he thought. “Think 500 even? You wanna buy him?” 

“Something like that.” Wukong muttered. 

“Of course brother, I've got plenty more-” Demon Bull King barely spoke the words before Wukong moved, his arm leaving you with lightning speed towards the leopard. 

The cat couldn't even choke out a gurgle to plead for his life before Wukong's clawed hand was gripping tight around his throat and squeezing. The leopard’s mouth opened in a silent cry, eyes wide and panicked as his feet left the ground. The pressure of Wukong's hand around his windpipe grew worse and he kicked his feet and tail desperately for any kind of way to ease the burning in his lungs. Wukong was scowling now, upper lip curled and revealing the massive canines hidden beneath. With no hesitation he brought his lit cigar up towards the leopard's mouth.

“What should I do with you, hmm?” He purred. A shiver raced down your spine at the tone of his voice - something dangerous and cruel coming to the surface as he glared. You bite your bottom lip, trying not to squirm too obviously as heat pools in your lower belly. You feel the length of Wukong's tail side up the length of your legs and wrap around the curve of your ass, keeping you close to his side and not at all helping with the warmth gathering in your core.

Wukong brought the cigar closer to the yaoguai’s face and you prepared to watch as he put the burning filter out on the idiot cat’s cheek. Instead, your mouth dropped open in shock as Wukong instead dropped the whole cigar into the gasping mouth of the leopard, using his now empty hand to force the mobster’s mouth closed. The thrashing grew wilder and more uncoordinated, a high pitched whine of agony leaving the leopard's chest as tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. Wukong didn't flinch, not even when the cat managed to land a hard kick to his shin. 

“You lay your eyes on my mate, try to steal her from me, insult her and her honor, and then try to brush it off like it's no big deal.” Wukong hisses, dragging the flailing mess of a yaoguai closer to his gritted teeth. The leopard is sobbing against the hand covering his muzzle, fat tears streaming down his face in rivers as smoke puffs out his nose at a rapid, uneven pace. He watches Wukong's teeth as they move closer, as if to bite into the fur of his jugular and tear him to pieces. The Monkey King does no such thing, simply tossing the thug to the ground with a growl. 

The leopard hits the hardwood with a dull ‘thud’ and immediately starts to hack and cough, spitting out a drool-covered cigar and wet ash that stains the fur of his muzzle grey. He heaves for breath as henchmen surround him. One of the stronger enforcers stomps his foot on the leopard’s back, squishing any breath he may have managed to scramble into his lungs in an instant. 

“What do you want done to him, Great Sage?” He asks. Wukong thinks for a moment, pulling his lighter from his pocket and fiddling with it, switching the flame on and off as he thinks.

“Get him some place comfortable for now. I’ll visit him later.” The henchmen do as he says, dragging the whimpering mess on the floor out the door without hesitation. Wukong waves a hand at another goon, who rushes up to Demon Bull King with the previously mentioned cost for the leopard. Bull King snorts in amusement, taking the offered cash without complaint and going back to enjoying his scotch while chatting away with Erlang.

You stand stock still behind your husband’s back, shocked by how fast everything changed and trying to process what you just saw. Wukong turns to you, red eyes staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face. His thumb still fiddles with his lighter, the repeated glow of the flame coming on and turning off making him look more demonic than usual. Your nerves are still frayed, and all you want to do is collapse in his arms and kiss him, beg for forgiveness for not doing what you were supposed to do-

“Come on, sweet peach.” His arm wraps tight around your waist, his thumb stroking the curve of your tummy as he pulls you into his firm side. The smell of his cologne and musk wash over you, making you shudder in relief as you bury your nose against him. Your own arms wrap tight around his waistline, gripping onto the material of his dress shirt as you walk out of the meeting room.

The walk through the hallways is quiet and tense. Wukong looks straight ahead as you move, taking each turn that leads straight to your shared bedroom. You try to calm yourself as you walk, letting the peace and comforting presence of your husband chase away the lingering anxiety you felt back in the meeting room. Before long you find yourself standing in front of your bedroom door and Wukong ushers you inside with a gentle push of his hand against the small of your back.

Your arms wrap around yourself in an effort of comfort as the door clicks shut behind you. You turn to look at Wukong, opening your mouth to apologize again only for him to hold a hand up to silence you.

“Strip.” Is all he says. You’re a good girl, so you listen. 

You take your layers off one by one, shivering not from the chill of the room but from the heated red eyes watching your every move. Your nipples harden and your core heats up despite the lingering anxiety of disappointing him taking root in your heart. Your arms go back to how you had them before, hugging yourself and pushing your tits close together as you give your husband the most apologetic look you can muster.

“I-I am sorry, daddy. I really didn’t mean to-...to ruin things-” You start, only pausing briefly as Wukong uses a finger to beckon you closer to him. Without hesitation you step up to him and his warm hands grip yours and bring them up to the buttons of his shirt. Catching on to what he wants, you begin to undress him, trailing your fingers delicately over every inch of fur and skin revealed to you. The intimacy of the moment has your breath stuttering in your chest and you can feel your slick dripping from your cunt and onto your inner thighs as you work. Wukong’s own hands settle back onto your waist, thumbs stroking the soft curve of your belly to your hips, his eyes watching your every move with an intensity that’s almost too much. You slip your fingers into the waistband of his slacks and work them off, happy to see he went commando today.

The hard length of his cock is completely unsheathed and presses against the curve of your mound and the softness of your belly. Thin trails of precum bead at the head and smear against your skin, you can feel it throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

You don’t know if you should bend over and beg him to fuck you sensless or get on your knees and plead for his forgiveness. 

Your anxiety must show because his hands are suddenly both cupping your face, his thumbs stroking over the ridge of your cheekbone as he angles your head to look up at him.

“Now, listen to daddy, baby girl. You-” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you tight against him. The warmth of his chest bleeds into you, soothing your frazzled emotions. “did nothing wrong today. You were sweet and thoughtful for wanting to get lunch with me, and you were very polite before that needle dick tried to-” He snarled and glared off to the side before taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The anxiety ebbed away, your heart feeling lighter as he reassured you.

“S-so…you’re not mad at me?” Wukong chuckled at your words, the force of it shaking his chest under your hands. You bit your bottom lip, your hips wiggling in eager anticipation at the sound, your cunt twitching.

“No, sweet peach, no. I was actually thinking…you looked so upset by everything, it’s my job to make sure you’re happy and well taken care of…” Wukong threaded one clawed hand through your hair, gripping the strands and pulling till your throat was angled like an offering before him. You moaned softly at the action, eyes fluttering closed in bliss. He brought his lips down to the juncture of your throat, giving a teasing nip to the skin with incredibly sharp canines. You bucked your hips against his in desperation at the feeling. The previous bite mark he left was still fresh on your skin, along with the numerous purple hickeys he left. You wanted him to sink his teeth back into your shoulder and break the skin again, to make you cry his name as he marked you for the world to see as his.

“I’m going to take care of you, sweet girl.” He growled into your ear. He nipped at your earlobe, making you hiss at the sting before pulling away from you. You whimpered in protest, hands sliding away from his soft fur as he made himself comfortable on your bed. He lounged back against your shared pillows on full display, his cock thick and engorged where it leaked over his tummy.

“Well come on. Don’t keep daddy waiting~” He purred. You shuddered, feeling weak in the knees as you eagerly climbed up to join him. You wanted that cock inside you, forcing you open and making you see stars as he used you-!

“Nuh-uh, what are you doing peaches?” He interrupted you as you settled on top of him, thighs locked around his hips and your pussy hovering over his dick. You raised a confused eyebrow at him even as you rocked your slick pussy against his length.

“I-I thought…” You trailed off, unsure what else it is he could have meant. Wukong chuckles, his claws settling onto the curve of your ass and pulling you upwards, away from his hips and towards-

His face.

You stutter, gripping his shoulders and digging your knees into the mattress below to stop him from pulling you further up. He was strong enough that he could do it regardless, but he pauses for you anyways.

“You-you want-? I don’t think-” You try to protest despite the fond exasperation on his features. “What if I hurt you somehow? Or I’m too heavy-?” Wukong barks out a laugh at that, sharp canines on display.

“Sweetheart, you know what I’m capable of. I’ve carried mountains without issue! And if, somehow, you were magically able to hurt me I would brag about it for the rest of eternity.” He brought a hand up to gesture at his face, putting on a voice that had you giggling into your hands. “‘Oh, what? This? Yeah I ate my mate’s juicy cunt so good she bruised my neck while cumming.’ Come on, don’t be silly.” His hand moved to the meat of your ass and gave it a harsh slap, your hips jumping at the force. You squealed at the sting of his palm and moved forward, his arms sneaking their way under your knees to pull them above his broad shoulders.

Your hips hovered above his muzzle as you peered down at him, still unsure. Wukong’s red eyes were focused completely on your mound and the slick coating the skin of your thighs. He licked his lips, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as drool coated his fangs. The heat in his gaze made you shudder, your nipples hardening as pure want coursed through you. 

“O-...okay daddy…” You whimpered.

“Good girl. Now take a seat on your throne.” He purred the cheesy line at you as you grabbed onto the headboard for stability as you lowered yourself closer. An amused snort barely makes it out of you before his hands are suddenly gripping your waist tight, yanking you the rest of the way down and onto his eager mouth.

You cry out, back arching as heat envelopes your sensitive pussy. He wastes no time letting you adjust, Wuong’s tongue already bullying its way between your lips and lapping at your slick with the intensity of a man starved. He sighs under you, his whole body going lax as his hot breath leaves his nose in a harsh exhale against your mound, eyes fluttering closed as he savors your taste. You can only sit there and take it, moaning your approval as the thick muscle of his tongue pushes against your clit before going back down to lap against your hole. One of your hands grips the headboard till the wood creaks under your fingers as you ride his face properly. Your other hand tangles in his thick mane of hair, tugging at the strands while you grind your pussy against his mouth.

He groans low in his chest at the feeling, letting you take your pleasure from him. You let your head fall back as bliss consumes you, getting lost in the feeling of his hot mouth working wonders against your dripping hole. His tongue is thick and hot, pressing against your engorged clit before he suckles the nub hard enough to make your knees shake where they sit around his head, and then moves back down to stretch your gummy walls with his tongue.

“F-fuck, daddy-! Feels so good…so good, oh my g-od-!” You whimper. Wukong groans against your pussy again, and a wet sound echoes from behind you. You peek over your shoulder to see his free hand gripping his cock, squeezing up and down in time with his tongue as it fucks your needy hole. Precum dribbles in a steady stream down his pink length and coats his hand, the sight of his slick making your cunt clench down hard on his thrusting tongue. You need him, you need him inside you-need to taste-

You squirm and buck your hips desperately, trying to get his arm wrapped around your waist to relax just enough for you to reposition.

“Daddy, daddy please let me-I want to turn around-” You plead. He pulls his mouth off your swollen cunt with a desperate gasp, licking his chops as his chest heaves under you.

“...You want to turn around?” He pants, giving you a questioning look. He takes a moment to nip and suckle at the skin of your thigh as you try to catch your breath.

“I want your cock, please daddy-...please, I want to choke on it-” You stare longingly over your shoulder where his hand is still playing with the head of his dick, thumb rubbing over the weeping head. That should be your hand, your tongue lapping up all that musky smelling pre and swallowing him down till you choke.

He chuckles underneath you, a cheeky sound that makes your heart squeeze inside your chest.

“Well, whatever my peaches wants~” He removes the arm locked around your waist, gripping your hips with both hands to help flip you around. You shuffle and try to keep your legs from hitting him in the face, settling back down with your plush tummy pressing against the length of his chest as you lay across him. Hard muscle is unyielding to your weight, your tits pressing together on top of his waistline as you move your face closer to his cock. His fur tickles your nipples, his hands find their way to the meat of your ass, and his hot and heavy cock is pressed right against your face. You coo at it, nuzzling your cheek against its heat as precum smears across your skin.

The heat of Wukong’s mouth returns to your dripping pussy, sucking hard at your puffy lips and making your hips buck uselessly against him. Pleasure coils in your tummy and you moan, sticking your tongue out to kitten lick the thick cock before you. Salty pre floods your mouth and Wukong’s musk fills your nose, heady and addicting. You trail your tongue downwards, stopping to suckle at a particularly thick vein pulsing with your daddy’s heartbeat, and reach the folds of his sheathe. Wukong’s tongue is pressing hard against your spasming hole, so you decide to return the favor. You press your own tongue into the sensitive skin of his sheathe, lapping at the base of his cock hidden underneath with wide strokes of your tongue, savoring the salty taste of his sweat that's gathered there.

A rumbling groan leaves him from under you, his own mouth working fervently in response to your touch. You kiss and lick your way back up, drooling openly and lapping at his sensitive pink head before sealing your lips around him. His hips buck up and push him further into your mouth, and he presses a sweet kiss against your clit in apology. 

You hum in the back of your throat, unbothered, and swirl your tongue over the leaking slit. You relax your jaw as much as you can, taking a deep breath in through your nose as you push yourself further down his cock, until you can feel the head nudging the back of your throat. So much is still left in your hands, his heavy balls sitting full right below you.

You focus on using one hand to squeeze the part of his cock your mouth can’t reach, letting the weight of him sit fully on your tongue and dribble precum down your throat. Your other hand makes its way to his sack, massaging and playing with his balls as they twitch against your palm. You bob your head slowly, trying to match the rhythm of his tongue as he wiggles it inside you. It's so hard to focus when the heat coiling in your belly winds up tighter, your cunt fluttering and leaking over his face. Wukong indulges in your taste, the lewd sound of his tongue lapping at your twitching hole filling the room.

And then his fingers dig into the meat of your ass cheeks, spreading them open to get a view of your asshole, twitching in time with your oversensitive cunt. Your cheeks burn knowing that he's watching, but you don't stop, keeping his fat cock shoved as far down your throat as you can handle. A thick vein pulses in time with his heartbeat against your tongue. He pulls his mouth away with a shuddering gasp, his hot breath puffing against your heated skin. 

“Gonna eat this tasty ass out, so you just be a good girl and take it, okay?” You don't even have a chance to respond before his thick tongue is wriggling against your hole, the tight ring of muscle clenching down hard. You keen at the feeling, your hips stuttering and your hands moving to grip at the fur of his thighs. You pull off his cock to moan, the heavy weight of it leaking against your cheek as you're forced to accept his touch. You can feel his tongue, wet and thick as it presses against soft gummy walls of your ass, your pussy clenching on nothing as he plays with you how he wants. It's overwhelming, being stretched in such a new way.

You had talked about anal in the past but hadn’t found the right time to actually experiment with anything. The foreign feeling of his tongue takes a moment to adjust too, but within moments you find yourself pushing your ass back against his mouth, moaning your approval with your face pressed against his length.

“F—fuck thats…nggh, it feels good daddy-” He gives an approving hum from below as one of his hands lets go of your ass. His fingers trail delicately over the puffy lips of your pussy before sinking in knuckle deep with ease. His fingers curl and press against the sensitive spongy spot inside and the coiled heat gathering in your tummy tightens. You’re babbling now, repeating his name like a mantra as the coil finally snaps and you cum. Your cunt gushes over his hand and face, his tongue pulling out of your ass to lap from your clit all the way back up, groaning at the taste of your slick. Your hips buck uselessly against his hold, your legs squeezing tight around him as you rock back and forth. 

When you finally catch your breath again his hands are roaming the expanse of your hips and lower back, rubbing soothing circles into the muscle as his mouth suckles away at your oversensitive lips. You whimper and wiggle at his touch, oversensitive to the point of discomfort.

“Ss-too much…” You moan, aftershocks still tearing through you and making your limbs shake. Wukong simply chuckles underneath you, and within moments you find yourself flipped over on your back, pillows beneath you. You look up at the towering frame of your husband as he looms over you, his thick mane of hair falling over his shoulders and around you like a curtain. With weak hands you reach up and tangle your fingers in it, pulling him close and kissing him. You can taste yourself on his tongue, his breath is hot against your lips. His hands roam from your hips and over the soft curve of your tummy and waist, finally cupping your tits where they’re sandwiched between the two of you. His fingers sink into the softness of your body, indulging in the squish and smirking into your kiss at the whimpers you give. 

When he pinches your hardened nipples you squeal, breaking the kiss to throw your head back against the mound of pillows beneath you and bucking your hips up and into his. Despite its exhaustion your body responds to his touch, heat already building back up in your core.

“Wukong…pl-please daddy, fuck me, I-...I want it so bad-” You plead, staring up and into his molten eyes. They glow softly in the dim light of your bedroom, and the eerie glow sends shivers racing down your spine. He presses another kiss to your lips, one hand leaving your chest and trailing down to your mound. He grips his cock and drags it through your puffy cunt, smearing slick and precum as his head pushes against your hole.

“Fuck, alright peaches, alright…Let daddy take care of you, gonna fuck this slutty pussy till you’re screaming-” He pants, his breath puffing like steam from his muzzle. He licks his chops and presses inside, his cock stretching you open and making your thighs shake where you have them squeezed around his hips. His tail circles around the length of your calf, another way to ground himself to you.

“Sh-shit…slides in with ease, huh baby? Such a good slut for me, always so eager…your cute little cunt knows who owns it, huh?” He hisses, grunting at the tight squeeze his words cause. You whimper and gasp, tugging desperately at his hair as your body tries to adjust to the thick cock bullying its way inside you. Your back arches and presses your tits against the soft fur and heated skin of his chest, his arms immediately moving to circle under you and hold you close to him while his hips rock against yours. 

It’s slow and tender, the way he starts. His hips give shallow, deep thrusts against you as he huffs in your ear, his lips pressing kiss after kiss to the juncture of your neck. The closeness has your clit grinding against your waist with each thrust, the fur there tickling your sensitive skin even as it's coated in your own slick. He holds you like he can’t bear to let you go, as if you’ll disappear the moment he separates from you. You grip him tighter and press a kiss to the shell of his ear, whispering against it as the head of his cock kisses the entrance to your womb repeatedly. 

“I won’t leave…never, I’ll never leave you Wukong. I l-love yo-u…!” Your voice sounds ruined when you speak, and it has him groaning low in his gut as his thrusts turn sloppy, his rhythm lost as he loses himself. You keen and wrap your legs tight around his hips to keep him snuggled deep inside you, biting the muscle of his shoulder as the heat inside you coils tighter and together once more.

“L…love you-...too-” He moans brokenly, and it’s enough. You cum once more, squeezing his thick cock where it’s buried inside you. He follows after you, a broken sound leaving him as he shudders over you, warm viscous ropes of cum pouring into your slick cunt and squirting back out when the pressure becomes too much. You can feel it filling you up, flooding your womb and leaving you feeling full and satiated as your whole body trembles with aftershocks. You hold Wukong close to you as his arms finally give out, letting his weight settle on top of you. You pant together and bask in your shared bliss, his cock still giving the occasional twitch as more cum leaks out from him and into your already stuffed pussy. 

You bring a shaking hand up and play with his long hair, twirling the strands between your fingers as you remember what it feels like to be human again.

“Th-thank you…” You manage to squeak despite the exhaustion you feel. Wukong shifts above you, pulling his face from where it was buried between your tits to look up at you.

“...Hmm?” He grunts. You give a tired snicker, delighted by the dazed look on his face.

“Thank you for taking care of me like you do. You always come in to save me when I need it.” You mumble. You try not to think of the discomfort you felt earlier with the leopard, wanting to keep the peace of the moment for just a little longer. Wukong smiles and presses a kiss to the area right above your heart. “Course. Anything for my sweet peach.”

[lastoneout]

I must confess, I did see the live action HTTYD(semi-unwillingly) and by virtue of ignoring everything about that film for as long as possible I got the absolute joy of discovering Stoick was played by Gerard Butler just like in the animated films and as a Certified Stoick Girlie I would genuinely like to thank Dean DeBlois for giving me that like holy fuck the rest of it was pretty mid but. But Stoick. My cringe fail dad of the year. I got to see him again <3 <3

Aside from that it was okay. Mostly just made me want to watch the original as it's my favorite film but they did keep a few things only my insane super-fan ass was looking for. I also liked that they could actually talk about Valka, and ngl the scenes with Stoick and Toothless. I swear I almost heard a little of Stoick's Ship when Hiccup was insisting Toothless wouldn't hurt him. Knowing what happens after this film made it better. They def changed a couple of things that legit pissed me off tho, like getting rid of the post-Test Flight scene that was a tribute to Book!Toothless and having Toothless only give Hiccup up after Astrid walked up to him and Stoick, as Toothless forgiving Stoick specifically was FUCKING IMPORTANT but whatever. Overall I had fun. And Gerard Butler did an amazing job.

(Also I would like to congratulate one half of the people who brought us Lilo and Stitch for dropping an actually pretty decent live action remake within a month after Disney dropped the absolute abomination of a Lilo and Stitch remake. They deserved a win. And a flex of a win. Good for them!!)

[lovejongseob]

dancer gf hcs..? i’m back >:3

Soul x Dancer Reader

Hi again !! Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy !!

Soul's eyes are always on you, but even more so when you're dancing. He has so much respect and genuine adoration for your style, he would watch you practice and/or preform as much as he could. He struggles putting it into words, but he feels a personal sense of inspiration and love when watching you dance. He looks through any videos of you dancing multiple times, and would ask if he can record you so he can watch it again later. Honestly, he really admires your talent so much.

He's usually on the quiet side, but you find him talking much more when you bring up dancing. He would spend hours just conversing about different techniques, studio stories, and so much more, but keeps in mind you both have schedules. He's listening intently to everything you tell him about your day, but he gets a starry look in his eyes when you mention what you worked on with dance. You can tell Soul cares about everything you have to say, but has a possible hyper fixation on dancing.

Absolutely loves stretching with you when the chance arrives. Soul is lively, trying to make you laugh with faces, making a variety of noises, and telling you fun facts about planets you've never heard of. You aren't totally sure if they're real, but he makes you smile nonetheless. Asking if you need anything, or any help, but if you're alright on your own, he totally loves just staring you down while you warm up. Please remind him he needs to be doing so as well, or, you could also tease him a bit.

Soul is extremely empathetic to those he cares about, but he takes on a particularly nurturing roll whenever you're injured. He'd notice almost instantly, and there wouldn't be any hiding from him. Sitting you on the nearest surface and inspecting where you're hurt, and is immediately getting you to proper help if its serious. If its something you can fix up there, you'll get to see him kneeling before you, occasionally looking up at you from where he's wrapping tape around the injury.

Always seems to have an extra pair of knee pads for you, even if you aren't a forgetful person. Patiently waiting for the day he can slide into your space, and magically have what you need. Soul unintentionally does this quite a bit in your personal lives, but is eager to somewhat impress you here as well. If you do happen to be more forgetful, or when natural mistakes happen, he's quickly there for you with backups.

He dances at you? He'll start freestyling, and getting closer to you as he goes on. It seems like he's approaching you more rapidly as he continues, and though he expects you to dance with him, you almost feel like you should run. Extremely expressive, giving you a few flirty looks and maybe even winks. Its oddly endearing in his own way.

Occasionally, Soul will sing while you dance. He's a bit shy, but he finds it incredibly intimate, and loves your movements. He relaxes when his eyes are on you, and finds himself getting more confident as you continue. Ecstatic if you ever learn the dance to a Japanese song, and you hear him sing in a way you haven't before. Feels a little lightheaded in a blissful way. If you specialize in Japanese dance or music, he asks to do this more often.

tape ? maybe ? im not gonna lie i have NO idea what im talking about. im not a dancer and i know no dancers. i looked up day in the life of a dancer yt vlogs and just got to work. forgot what else i was gonna say lmao. thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy !!

[boolger]

Something something the 141 sleep over at Kate’s house and since they’re all simps for you, Kate’s wife, they do everything she says so she doesn’t have to lift a finger, no making food or nothing Mrs Laswell, we got you. They’re charming and simping (and Kate and you allow it, both finding it amusing).

It’s all fun and games until they’re kept awake ALL NIGHT from Kate’s and yours loud and freaky sex. And bloody hell, you have a good pair of lungs on you - and are able to come a lot of times.(thanks to your wife of course)

Something something all of the men are tired and turned on next morning, watching how perfectly awake and happy that Kate seems. She has a knowing smirk on her face and quite a few marks at the edge of her shirt collar, mostly hidden — while you’re completely well rested and happy, serving them tea and coffee, as if you’re not dressed in a flimsy slip on, walking a little funny. They pretend they can’t see the slightly swollen spots here and there on your skin, with teeth indents as you make them all pancakes.

Kate is just happily reading her news on her phone, while all the men pretend not to stare at you. Sweet, totally (not) innocent you, who sits down next to Kate, kissing her cheek.

[nqrancia]

no thoughts, head empty, i think it’d be hilarious to call some of the jjba character your “current” boyfriend just to fuck with them. so could i get Rohan, Mista and Diego react to reader calling them that? thank youuu ❤️

“𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.”

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : rohan kishibe, guido mista, diego brando

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : how does your bf react to being referred to as your current boyfriend

𝐚/𝐧 : this one was fun to write, tsym for requesting diego! i’ve been brainrotting over him recently :)

𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐊

He’s not mad, he’s just disappointed.

Rohan is more than familiar with the trends of today, and is also more than aware of their stupidity. At least, that’s what he believes them to be. It’s not the initial statement that bothers him, it’s the notion that you thought he would be dumb enough to fall for the little trick you attempted to pull on him.

“I’m a bit offended you thought that would work on me.”

He won’t admit it, but he does think about that moment more than he wants to.

───

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐎 𝐌.

Appalled, offended, incredulous. Any negative word that could be used to describe the look of betrayal on Mista’s face was the only way to properly read it. He almost immediately thinks he’s done something to wrong you, which he hasn’t, but he doesn’t know that! The man almost felt his soul leave his body. “What do you mean “current boyfriend”?!”

“Babe, did I do something wrong?”

Even his Sex Pistols are freaking out, thinking you’re leaving him. They need their snack distributor, and it has to be you. You always have exactly what they’re craving.

“Mista says he’s sorry for whatever he did wrong!”

As soon as you tell him it was just a small prank, he lets out the biggest sigh of relief he could muster. A weight was just taken off his shoulders, and he’s even more relieved that you aren’t leaving him. “Thank god! I thought this was your own messed up way of telling me you were breaking up with me!”

You have to promise that you won’t call him that again, or he thinks next time he will actually die.

“Never call me your “current boyfriend” ever again, I am your boyfriend for life!”

“I would hope at that point you’d be my husband instead, Guido.”

“Details.”

───

𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐁.

As soon as those words left your mouth, you were doomed. Though his face was kept in a calm expression for your audience, he was internally setting everything in the vicinity on fire. “Current boyfriend”? What exactly did the phrasing of those words mean? Were you trying to insinuate that in the near future you were going to break up with him? To his knowledge, he hadn’t done anything to anger you. But your words gave him a sense of an internal panic.

After your entourage of reporters had come to interview the both of you, he immediately turned to look at you and scoffed. “Current boyfriend”? I see how it is.”

He is not taking this little prank so well. His feeling of betrayal is expressed in harsher words and blunt statements, and will act this way until you apologize properly to him. To others, his actions might seem childish, but you understood why he reacted this way. Diego wasn’t one to care what was lost as long as he didn’t need it or didn’t see a reason for its use, but you were different. He didn’t like humans, yet you were “tolerable” enough to be allowed to be his. He had found trust in you, yet his heart was still fragile.

Which was exactly why he turned to teasing to mess with you, to convince you to fold and ask for his forgiveness.

“Yes, my “current significant other” loves to watch me race. They come to every event just to watch me achieve victory. Cute, isn’t it?”

Diego won’t stop until you apologize, and you have to be as honest and concise as possible with it as well. He won’t accept a half-hearted, shell of a reason. You have to be clear with him and express your want for forgiveness. If you word your sentences correctly, you might just get him to crack a small smile.

“If there is a next time, I won’t be so nice about my teasing.”

@𝐧𝐪𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚 ݁₊˚⊹☆ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.

[doingnotsogoodalso]

thunderbolts wing thoughts under tha cut because it's actually long.

Now you might be thinking (as in I am always thinking) there are so many guns all the time so much concrete and glass and dangerous materials for such delicate limbs to be out. Which is why I'm implementing the common sense rule of keep-it-in-your-fuck-ing-costume(and-stop-wearing-just-hoodies-yelena) or KIIYFIC. When applicable.

The bird of prey wings I give super soldiers (Bradley with epic hawk wings dot png he deserves them) and supers of that general type are often too large proportional to their lame human bodies to fit comfortably. Maybe an in world point for Why The Shield? Wing Shields!

It's fun to draw big wings shielding people you understand.

What does this mean for the taco shield literally do not even worry about it. Don't worry about it.

Ava keeps her hummingbird wings proportionally small and easily foldable in her suit, easy! Do they phase also and need to be covered with torches or material? Why does her suit material turn invisible? I do not know and I'm not willing to watch AMatW after being burned by Quantumania.

Bucky I've seen be given metal wings in times of old but I'm kind of unwilling to fuck with the extent and implications of his disability and limb differences for funny bird when it's already so mishandled, so sorry James. So we're keeping the bat hawk wins because they're Metal in Style. Sleek and swag. Congratulations James.

Yelena also has smaller wings, they're also black and white and I personally think they would look great with her outfits. Monotone as they are. Does she disguise her wings for operations don't know she doesn't change her hair. The red room isn't crazy about disguises. Maybe because they're so good you'd never get a profile on them ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Alexei I don't like you but I think that your Black Widow Ohio Look is the funniest thing and I think this random Dahmer-looking suburban guy should have giant fuck off wings.

I'm attached to pigeon Bob now thank you commenter. I hope he leaves dust all over everything all the time. I hope someone startles him and it's the loudest thing in the world (pigeons have a 'noise feather'). Godspeed.

John I'm putting in a blender. I think he's just as awful with regulating with his wings as he is everything else like a giant emotional banner that's knocking over furniture and probably Bob. Ruffled feathers. Why are you posturing in the kitchen you're fine. You're hitting the ceiling.

Did super soldiers have different wings before if they're so personal in choice? Yeah Probably but I don't know how that'd work and I'm unwilling to figure it out right now. Steve Rogers grew new bones and muscles in like ten minutes they'll be fine.