#also im still losing my mind over the fuckin ghost notes

[meltwonu]

2. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

14. “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

notes; succubus!reader, sub!seokmin, whiny seokmin, sexual activities in public, a widdol degradation, handjob, dirty talk/mentions of exhibitionism, seokmin cumming too easily heh😌, im ngl i couldnt stop thinking about seokmin crying and being whiny while also being touched in public and him being unable to keep it under wraps for like the last 4 days so HERE U GO!! this is purely straight from my mental prison 🥰💕 Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

Seokmin counts it as a good thing when you seamlessly blend in with his loud and rowdy group of friends. 

He’d been concerned at first, scared even, that the others would be unsure about your addition to their friendgroup; especially with them not knowing that you were a succubus.

His cheeks burn pink at the thought alone; a shaky smile on his lips at the way the two of you play ‘normal’ so well. 

“And I told Seokmin, y’know? Don’t buy too many coats! But what did he do anyway?”

You roll your eyes jokingly before turning to the male; catching him staring back at you. Your eyes glimmer with something that Seokmin should heed as a warning but doesn’t, right before you turn back around to focus your attention back to Jeonghan who laughs.

And it doesn’t take long before Seokmin feels it.

Seokmin’s first mistake might’ve been the drunken night that he’d spilled his guts and told you everything he wanted to try. Not that he fully remembered what he’d said that night anymore.

He feels your hand slithering into his lap and his back goes straighter than a board in his seat; hands laced together tightly on top of the table when you dig your fingernails into his inner thigh.

Oh no.

“‘Kyeom, you okay?” Joshua inquires; brows furrowed when he sees the blood draining from the younger male’s face. “H-huh? Yeah, sorry. What were you saying about the pool?” He smiles, albeit it doesn’t quite reach his eyes and he can’t deny the cold sweat his body breaks out into when you ghost your fingertips over his crotch.

The thought of you touching him in public while everyone else sits around the table sets his body on fire; cock already throbbing at your gentle and teasing touches.

And Seokmin definitely can’t deny the images that flash through his mind of your hand wrapped around his cock and his head thrown back against the chair as he chased his pleasure while he cried and whined for you to let him cum.

“Okay, seriously? You okay? You look sick all of a sudden!” Joshua’s concerned voice pulls him out of his thoughts just as you pull your hand away; turning to Seokmin in feigned concern as you check in on him too.

“Seokmin? You okay, baby?”

All eyes are on Seokmin at this point, and he feels his body heating up knowing what you were trying to do, not even a whole minute earlier.

“I”m fine! Really!”

He grits his teeth, palms clammy when he feels himself thrusting up a little more each time to catch the feeling of you palming him through his jeans. 

Seokmin plays it off as him just scooting closer towards the table. 

It’s a natural push and pull when you tease him a little and then leave him hanging just when he starts to give in and he finds himself ready to throw in the towel and unzip his jeans himself if you tease him any longer.

The sweat beads at his temple and he bites his lip; three seconds from excusing himself from the table when Jeonghan speaks up.

“‘Kyeom, you should go splash your face with water. You’re really not looking too good.” Jeonghan glances at you; angelic smile on his lips. “You should help him, just in case he gets lightheaded. We wouldn’t want him to fall and get hurt.”

Grinning, you nod at him as you lift your hand from Seokmin’s lap and stand from your seat.

“Let’s go, Seokmin. Maybe you’ll feel better from getting up a little too.” Seokmin nods up at you before shakily getting up; hoping that the sweater he’s wearing is enough to cover the way his cock is already hard and straining against the denim.

Jeonghan smiles, eyes flashing a deep crimson before they melt back into their normal dark brown pools.

“Now, where were we?”

The second you and Seokmin make it into the single person restroom in the restaurant, he’s all whines and hurried cries.

“Please, please, t-touch me!” His bottom lip quivers and he squirms; hands already working to get his jeans off before you can even properly set the lock in place.

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” Seokmin nods frantically in return, “Yes! Yes, please! I never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly!”

Without another word, he quickly lifts his sweater and bites down on the hem to keep it out of the way as his hands flit down to undo the button and zipper of his pants.

“Oh, my cute ‘lil Seokminnie is so cute and so desperate to be touched~” Teasingly, you palm him over his boxer briefs; eating up the way he whines and thrusts into your touch. “Ah, I could take you right here, y’know? You probably want to fuck my pussy, fill it up with your cum while you beg for another orgasm.” Smirking, you tug his underwear down as you quickly wrap a hand around his cock and back him up against the sink in one swift motion.

“You’d be so cute doing it too. You’re so pretty when you cry, ‘Kyeom~” He lets out a choked sob, teeth biting into the sweater material. You slot a leg between his own just before you press your warm body flush against him. “I know how much you wanted me to touch you out there. You were probably getting hard at the thought of getting off in front of all of them, weren’t you? Such a filthy ‘lil babyboy, hmm? Cumming at the dinner table.”

Seokmin groans, head already muddled and fuzzy with the thought of it alone.

Your palm is quickly slick with precum as you work your hand up and down his cock; momentarily enveloping the cockhead with just your palm as you tease him. He lets out a high pitched whine as his hips cant up into your palm, too far gone to care about who could hear him through the door.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna cum already, Seokmin? So fuckin’ easy. Does being watched get you off that much?” Your giggle has him whimpering from around the material between his lips and his teary eyes meet your own crimson ones.

“I’ve barely even touched you, babyboy. But you can cum. We wouldn’t want them to know how needy and desperate you were in here, do we?” You pause, leaning in and trapping your hand around his cock as you whisper into his ear. “Or maybe you do? Maybe you want them to know you’re a good babyboy, always so fuckin’ obedient and ready for me~ Practically already taking your cock out before the door was even shut proper.”

You dig your thumb into the slit of his cock as he lets out a stuttered moan; body trembling against your own as he feels the tension ready to snap.

Pulling away, you tighten your grip on his cock; running your hand up and down his shaft quicker when you feel him throbbing in your hold. His hips lose their rhythm as he chases the pleasure, giving in to his desires as his eyes clamp shut and he lets himself cum in the palm of your hand.

“Ah, you’re making such a big mess, ‘Kyeom~”

His entire body thrums with pleasure as his orgasm washes over him; rivulets of cum hitting his abdomen as his cries and whines are muffled against the fabric still trapped between his lips.

You continue to stroke him and work him through his high, alternating the tightness of your grip until he’s whining in overstimulation.

The fabric falls from between his lips, soaked through with his spit as he sniffles. His eyes are wet with tears, bottom lip trembling as you teasingly grip his cock tighter. “Ah, I’m--’m sen--sensitive… plea--please…I--I can’t...”

His entire body trembles the second you take your hand off of him and in all honesty, he already misses your touch.

“You made such a mess, babyboy.” You bring your cum covered fingertips to his lips; crimson eyes watching as he obediently wraps his lips around your fingers to clean them of his cum.

“So fuckin’ filthy.”

When the two of you make it back to the table, Seokmin’s cheeks are still a pale pink.

“Sorry, I might’ve eaten something weird!” Laughing, he scratches the back of his head embarrassedly. “I’m okay now though! Getting up might’ve been good...”

You take your place next to him, smiling before glancing back over to Jeonghan who meets you with his own angelic smile.

“Ah, I’m so glad our little ‘Kyeom didn’t get lightheaded. Too much physical activity will have you feeling sick, y’know?” You smirk at Jeonghan’s words, fingertips reaching for your glass of water as Seokmin raises a brow at the older male.

“What are you talking about, hyung? I barely even exercise!”

[inglourious-imagines]

The Story of Their Lives (Lt. Aldo Raine)

Requested by: @tealaquinn

Summary: The story of Lt. Aldo Raine and Sgt. Y/N Y/L/N.

Prompts: 9 - Don't you touch her. & 12 - No one would hurt you again, or I'd kill them. & 21 - I wanna see how you lose control. & 24 - He's a badass with a good heart. & 39 - Kiss me. & 93 - You make me feel... you make me feel.

Author's Note: This is damn long so I really hope you like it! Also there are some parts in Italian so I'd like you to know, I've never learnt this language so there might be some mistakes. Feel free to send request or let me know if you wanna be tagged in these ♡

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @radiantcade @meteora-fc @kyra3155 @real-fans @not-john-watsons-blog @im-in-love-with-queen

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Y/N and Aldo never showed some kind of an affection towards each other. They respected, trusted, appreciated the other one but these traits were common among the Basterds.

It seemed so innocent at first, almost like a teasing and none of the Jewish American soldiers expected to become it something more.

•••

They met at the very beginning of the Basterd's missions. Y/N was a french spy, a very famous one so she obviously got their attention since they'd gotten to France.

The Basterds recruited her in a bar and she immediately became one of them. Y/N fit within the group perfectly, like she was always destined to be a Basterd.

•••

After the third successful mission, they decided to stay the night in a local resistance hotel to relax and prepare for another action. Everyone went to their beds as soon as they could but Donny persuaded Y/N and Aldo to gamble a little before the sleep. 

"C'mon, just one game!" Donny pleaded. It didn't take much and the trio was sitting around a table playing their fifth game.

"I thought you're better at poker, Lieutenant." Y/N laughed as she grabbed another money she won.

"Shut up, Sergeant. I just am a bit lenient with ya, that's all." Aldo fought back, trying to cover the fact he's worse with cards than Hugo trying to actually smile for once. 

"Show me what you got, Lieutenant. I wanna see how you lose control." she winked at him and dealt the cards.

•••

Something changed in Aldo this evening. At first, Y/N was just another soldier sticking up for her country trying to end the war. But now he saw her in a totally different light.

He noticed what colour her eyes have, how she always ties her hair in a braid. 

He noticed how her cheeks blushed when he praises her after a good work.

He noticed how she scrunches her nose when she disagrees with someone. 

All those little things were filling his head. Aldo was so full of it. It was during the other mission when he completely understood his feelings.

•••

One moment and his whole world flipped. 

Aldo was so angry with himself that he missed such an important thing.

Like a gun. 

The German soldier was just kneeling in front of Aldo when he reached in his pocket. It all happened so quickly then.

The German pulled out a gun and with one last defiance he pulled the trigger. But it wasn't Aldo who got hit. 

It was the woman behind him.

Aldo was like deprived of his senses. He threw away the piece of bread he was eating and jumped at the German. If Wicki didn't pulled him back, Aldo would probably beat the guy to death.

And that was Donny's speciality.

"Don't you fuckin' touch her! Or look at her!" Aldo shouted hitting his face with his fist one more time.

Y/N was so taken away by his behaviour, not really sure where the anger got from.

"What the hell, Lieutenant?" she frowned, "it's just a goddamn scratch on my arm. The bullet didn't even hit me properly." 

Aldo froze whereas Donny and Hugo looked at each other with knowing smiles. They finally realised what was going on.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he tried to brush it off, gesturing to the Basterds to continue with the scalping. "It's fuckin' bleedin' a lot!"

"It's fine. Nothing too serious, Lieutenant." Y/N replied.

Aldo just shook his head as he took off his scarf and tied it around the wound. "No one would hurt ya again, or I'd kill 'em."

•••

The Basterds got ordered to rest a bit because there was a big mission on its way. They didn't know what it was but they all welcomed a full night sleep.

But Y/N didn't feel like going to bed. Instead, she took her cigarettes and sat at the balcony of the apartment they got settled in.

It was a chilly night but she didn't mind. She actually liked cold more than heat.

"Aldo seems a bit off lately." Donny's voice broke the silence as he positioned himself next to her.

"What you mean?" she asked offering him a cigarette which he gladly accepted. 

"Remember how he beated up the German officer two weeks ago? I've never seen him like that."

"Oh Donny. He's just a badass with a good heart. I assure you, Aldo's just fine."

Donny shrugged but didn't say anything. This wasn't his secret to tell even though the change in Aldo's behaviour towards her was so damn obvious. 

Donowitz glanced at Y/N smiling a bit. He understood why Aldo fell for the female Basterd. 

•••

Bridget von Hammersmark was laying in front of them with a bullet in her leg while Hugo, Archie and Wicki were dead.

Y/N was standing in the corner of the room, lost in her thoughts, mourning for her lost friends. She knew something like that had to happen but she also believed in Basterds and part of her thought that they'll all come back home one day.

Y/N wasn't able to look at the actress anymore. She quickly left the room not looking at anyone while she lighted her cigarette. It'd been becoming too much to handle for her.

"Are you alright?" Aldo frowned as he walked towards her. "You still in?"

She laughed sarcastically at his question sheaking her head. "Yeah, of course, business. I'm in, Lieutenant."

"I didn't mean in like that and ya know it."

"Yeah, sorry. It's just-"

"I know, Sergeant. This whole event got me thinkin'. I gotta tell you something."

Y/N threw away her cigarette as she looked directly at him. She wasn't sure if it was the light or the sentiment, but Aldo's eyes never seemed so beautiful to her like they did in that moment. 

"The truth is," Raine began as he stepped closer, "you make me feel... you make me feel, Sergeant."

•••

When Y/N stepped into the room in a black plain tight dress, the conversation between the Basterds immediately stopped. They'd never seen her in anything but in uniform or the civilian clothes. Donny dropped the glass of whiskey he was drinking, Hugo's knife fell on the ground with a loud crash, Omar and Wicki stayed there with their mouths wide opened, Archie Hicox smirked and Aldo, Aldo was taken away and wasn't able to get out a word.

"Please, gentlemen! This is how you welcome a beautiful woman? She looks magnificent!" Bridget von Hammersmark exclaimed gesturing towards Y/N.

"It's so uncomfortable," Y/N frowned and tried to adjust the dress a little, "and so impractical." 

"I think it's perfect." Aldo breathed out and Bridget smiled in satisfaction.

Y/N truly looked like a completely new person. And Aldo's feelings mixed once again. She was so special to him, like water is special to desert. His life was dry without an excitment. She was the water that refreshed him after a long time of loneliness.

•••

Bridget, Aldo, Y/N, Donny and Omar stepped into the small local cinema, already so full of Nazi officers.

"It makes me sick." Y/N snorted as she looked around on the German uniforms. "I have two knives and a gun and I'm not afraid to use them right now."

Aldo laughed next to her and gallantly put his hand on her hip pulling her closely to him.

"Just relax, darlin'. We'll do that later." Aldo winked at her, not letting her go for a moment.

Bridget suddenly seemed like she'd seen a ghost. An older man approached their little group and Y/N immediately understood with whom they have the honor.

Bridget and Hans Landa shared a short conversation before they turned to them. Hammersmark formally introduced the Basterds and Y/N flinched a little under the German's look. Aldo noticed right away her change of attitude and stroked her hip gently.

"Sei assolutamente incredibile, signorina! Ho notato che molti ufficiali hanno voltato la testa dopo di te." (You look absolutely stunning, miss! I noticed that many officers turned their head after you.) Hans Landa grinned and Y/N thought it was the most disgusting thing ever.

"Grazie mille signore. Sono sicuro che stai esagerando." (Thank you very much, sir. I'm sure you're exaggerating.) Y/N faked a smile and clenched her hand in fist to remain calm.

All of the Basterds with Bridget jerked their heads towards her. Her fluent Italian took them away as well as Landa.

"Quanto amo la lingua italiana! E dalla bocca di una donna così bella, è una musica per le mie orecchie." (How I love the Italian language! And from the mouth of such a beautiful lady, it's a music for my ears.)

"Mi stai adulando, signor Landa. Non hai un brutto aspetto." (You're flattering me, Mr Landa. You don't look so bad yourself.) Y/N felt like vomitting any next second. 

Aldo had enough of Landa's fake attitude, especially how Y/N looked so stressed and angry. He decided he has to step in or she won't hold herself back. Aldo recalled the one sentence he learnt yesterday, just in case he'd need to interrupt a moment in a formal way. This was the time.

"Baciami, adesso." (Kiss me, right now.) he stated and pulled Y/N even closer than before. She didn't manage to prostest or ask a quick question and their lips touched. She returned the kiss immediately and ran her fingers through his hair.

Until someone coughed.

They pulled apart from each other, Aldo smiling widely like a winner and Y/N blushing harder than ever.

"Ci scusi signore. Il mio ragazzo qui è un tipo appassionato. Devi perdonarlo." (Excuse us, sir. My boyfriend here is the passionate kind. You must forgive him.) Y/N stuttered and but looked directly at Landa.

•••

Operation Kino was over and it was now only her, Aldo and Utivich. They lost everybody along the way. They stood together side by side through everything. They'd become something stronger than family, friends, lovers. They faced death together and nothing could break the bond they'd created over the years. It was time to go home.

Y/N stood on the ship that was taking the Basterds, or what was left of them, home. The wind was dancing on her hair whispering secrets in her ears.

"I never thought I'd make it back home." Aldo Raine appeared next to her with a cigarette between his lips.

"None of us thought so, Lieutenant." she nodded, "but the difference is, we were wrong. Not them."

"Smart as always." Aldo grinned as he turned to her. "You should stop calling me Lieutenant. The war's over."

Y/N giggled at his statement and he could swear he'd never heard something so melodic, something so right. 

"It kinda sticked with you, Lieutenant."

Aldo didn't answer, instead he threw away the cigarette and took some deep breaths. He needed whiskey, or anything else that would give him at least a bit of courage.

Aldo Raine fought in war, he saw his friends die, he was broken by everything he saw and still, asking Y/N a simple question seemed harder than surviving the bloodshed.

"Spill it out, Lieutenant." she laughed as she glanced at him. 

"I hate how ya always do that. But here it goes," Aldo replied, "I've never been good at this so I'll just keep it short."

He stopped for a moment and stared at the woman in front of him. As he stepped closer, his heart was already racing like it'd never before.

"Why don't ya come to the States with me? We can buy some little house in the Smoky Mountains and live there for the rest of our fuckin' lives." Aldo confessed in his Raine kind of way, looking at her with so much hope in his eyes. 

"Is this some kind of your proposal?" Y/N chuckled as she intertwined her fingers with his.

"Maybe."

"I thought you'd never ask! Of course I'll come with you! You're everything I have, Aldo."