#always a fan of hot people making jerk off motions

[keepthetension]

NO??????? it's clearly not dissolved yet what the FUCK are you doing oh my GOD

there's so much of it left, too, that's lightly flavored fizzy water at best so DIY la croix then lmao

[tetsuwhore]

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

Description: Atsumu and Osamu ‘helping’ their virgin bestfriend.

Warning: explicit content. loss of virginity. 

Length: 1.2k words

Part 1 (Kuroo, Oikawa, Akaashi)

there is no shame between you two. you two are very open when it comes to discussing the topic of sex, so it isn’t even weird when he starts complaining about the previous night and how it took him a ‘whole five minutes’ of jerking off to cum

you scoff, immediately shooting back that for the average woman, it takes much, much longer than ‘a wHoLe fiVe mINuTeS’

but when you mindlessly add something about how you’ve never been able experience any pleasure while fingering yourself anyway?

that’s when his ears really perk up

now the gears are grinding in his head - the way Atsumu thinks of it is, why wouldn’t it make sense for him to offer to help you with your little ‘problem’? 

with his fair share of experiences, not only has he had plenty of open conversations with past partners about how they like being touched, but he’s also had the practice to hone his technique

and, he’s good. he knows he’s good. so at least this way, Atsumu can guarantee that your first sexual experience is with someone who actually cares about your pleasure rather than with a partner who half asses it and leaves you unsatisfied

Atsumu: just sayin’ 😏  settin’ ain’t the only thing these fingers are useful for 😎 🤪 👅

You: kindly stfu and never speak to me again 🥰

ultimately though, you agree. even if Atsumu goes about the whole ordeal with his usual smug demeanour, you know he’s still your best friend, and you can trust that he’s going to take good care of you

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You don’t know what’s more embarrassing - the squelching sounds of Atsumu’s fingers pumping into your slopping cunt, or the high-pitched cries that he’s luring out of your lips. Either way, it’s not like you have the current mental capacity to care anyway. 

Not when you’re too busy grinding your clit against his calloused palm, all while the tips of his digits continue abusing that spongy spot inside you. The sensation is so delicious, so different from all those nights spent alone, just you and your own fingers. No, Atsumu’s are longer, bigger; they’re stretching you out to accommodate the thickness.  

And he knows exactly how to use them, curling and prodding just right, until...

“‘Tsumu… I-I’m-” 

Atsumu chuckles when you begin writhing around involuntarily, nails frantically gripping for purchase on his tensed arm. He allows you to curl into him, pulling your form closer to his broad chest as you bury your face into the crook of his neck and sob out soft whines of his name. 

“Mhmm, just like that,” he murmurs into your ear, voice uncharacteristically gentle, “Relax, relax, I got ya.”

His fingers only cease their movements when you weakly tug at his arm, coaxing him away from your overstimulated core.

“So... I’d ask if it was good, but from all that squirmin’ and moanin’, I guess it’s safe to assume it was?”

Cracking your eyes open to the sight of a smug smirk on his face, you shoot him a glare as you huff.

“Fuck you, Atsumu.”

Your breath chokes up in your throat when he grunts in response, tone serious, “I could, yanno. Give ya a taste of what a real man can do. At least before ya end up with some loser who shows ya a half-assed fuck that barely makes ya shiver.” 

Atsumu grins when you slowly nod, visibly gulping as you watch his hands unbuckle his belt to free the large bulge in his boxers. 

“Hmm, maybe if ya cum nice and hard on my cock like a good girl, I’ll reward ya by usin’ my tongue next.”

even if you’re close friends with Osamu, it’s still unlikely that he’s all that open about his sex life. therefore, you may not regularly have conversations about his past hookups (or your lack of them)

what you do know, however, is that he’s not quite the inexperienced virgin that people often picture him to be when they compare his outward image to that of Atsumu’s

which is why you’re not too worried about Osamu refusing to help when you approach him about you wanting to learn how to give someone a handjob

at first, he brushes you off, saying you could always just learn from porn

you both know he’s not actually serious - porn, with its glamourized visuals and performative nature, probably wouldn’t be the most realistic source to learn from

eventually, Osamu relents, sighing something about how he’d generously lend you his expertise so you don’t ‘end up accidentally breaking some dude’s dick off’

though, he would stipulate that since you were going to see him orgasm, it was ‘only fair’ that he got to watch you too. he suggests that you could simply limit it to masturbating in front of him if you didn’t want to go any further

Osamu knows how scary the vulnerability of having your first sexual experience can be, and he reasons that by doing this, he can help you learn to grow a little more comfortable with it

so when it comes to actually carrying out your request, he’s gentle with you, offering quiet instructions and reassurances as you hesitantly handle his weighty cock in your hand

and if you’re still a little shy when it’s time to fulfill your end of the bargain? Osamu’s already prepared with another solution, one that he’s sure you’ll enjoy immensely

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“If yer not gonna do it,” you hear him say, “why don’t ya let me?”

Your shaky fingers still, slipping out of your core. If you thought you were embarrassed before, it’s only gotten worse now, a flashing heat crawling up your neck as you fully comprehend what Osamu’s suggesting. 

You wait a moment, allowing a second to pass, and then another. Swallowing it in, gaining some semblance of composure. Then, you nod.

“Mhmm, ‘kay. Want my fingers or tongue?”

Now this was too much. You’re thankful that your eyes are shut, because facing your best friend now surely would’ve made you combust. With whatever courage you can muster up, you stammer your answer.

“T-Tongue, ple-please.”

You barely even have time to inhale, because now you can feel his hot breath fanning across your cunt, and you oh- you can’t even squirm anymore because his strong arms are holding your thighs down to the bed, and oh- oh- he’s licking.

He’s licking, tongue swiping up from your dripping slit, curling all the way to your swollen clit. Osamu’s pace is lazy, languid, and yet, it’s teasing all the right spots, prodding your sensitive bud over and over in a repetitive motion that makes you tangle your fingers into the sheets so you don’t lose yourself entirely.

“F-Fuck, ‘Samu, th-that feels... sooo much better than, ah- than my fingers…”

Your eyes widen when you feel him chuckling against you, the vibrations running straight to your core. Daring to glance down, you see Osamu’s grey head lift up as his dark eyes lock on yours. They’re mischievous, just like the slight grin on his face. Your breath hitches when his tongue darts out, licking the slickness coating his lips.

“Don’tcha worry. By the time I’m done with ya, yer never gonna be able to go back to just ya fingers.”

[kimthwariru]

Namjoon reaction—calling him a ‘friend’ when he clearly has a thing for you

❀genre: smut, a bit of fluff

❀collage au

(This was originally supposed to be a quick reaction but something happened to me and I couldn’t stop writing)

“Look, Jisoo, I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong” you flash a cheeky smile at your best friend. She’s being going on and on about how this Kim Namjoon guy had a thing for you.

You can’t lie, you’ve seen him around in campus and sometimes you’d wish he would suffocate you with these thighs of his. Ugh. The perfect combo, lean yet masculine physique with a brain that actually functions for a change. You’ve seen the way these collage girls were circling him around and you can’t blame them, the guy was a catch.

But he was not your crowd of people. He was outgoing, social and had loads of what you like to call “the lad friends”. You guessed his main activities were partying and getting shitfaced every night.

You’ve talked to him a couple of times. He uses the same bench as you to read now and then. You would eventually take sneak peeks at the books he was reading, check if he had any taste or not, and the result was always better than what you expected. This guy knew books. He was not just reading what was on the best seller’s that week to look sophisticated in front of others.

When he caught you peaking he’d started having small talk with you. You swear you’ve never experienced a better conversation flow with another human being. This guy screamed comfort. He seemed genuinely curious about the things you were saying. None of that painful act of pretending to be interested just because he wanted to get laid. You had been talking with him for a month straight and aside from a few moments of some what flirty looks his actions never suggested something more.

His aura was welcoming and he always paid attention to the little things. Unlike some other shallow guys out there, he felt…different.

But how different could he really be? You’ve seen the people he hangs out with. Kim Taehyung? He had a relationship with three girls at the same time. Didn’t even apologize for being the biggest jerk in history. You’ve heard Jung Hoseok’s body count was reaching a 3 digit number AND Jeon Jungkook once fucked 4 different girls at the same night.

Just thinking about it makes you sick. It pains you to admit but there’s only one truth to this. Even if Kim Namjoon was interesting, he was definitely a person you needed to stay away from. All the data point to a big fuckboy alert!

“Come on y/n…. If he wasn’t even in the slightest interested in you then why did he tell me explicitly that he wanted you to attend the party??”

“An invitation to a party doesn’t mean anything. Besides, I’m sure I’m not his style. Have you seen the type of girls he hangs out with? Yikes.”

Jisoo smirked at you “Oh, I see you’re stalking him now?”

You shake your head “Don’t be ridiculous! We take Econ together, that’s all. What? Am I supposed to cover my eyes every time I see him?”

“Maybe you should” Jisoo came closer to you “Y/n, we’re going to that party”

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“This is a big mistake, I’ll get bored within the hour” You scream at Jisoo over the loud music.

“Don’t be a whiney ass and enjoy yourself for once” she handed you a drink.

Enjoy yourself for once. You and Jisoo’s definition of enjoying one self were clearly very different. You scan the room to look for any familiar faces you could talk to. Unfortunately, not a lot of your acquaintances attended frat parties.

Your head motion immediately pauses when you meet eyes with Namjoon across the garden. Was he looking at you this whole time? You feel your cheeks burn.

Initially, you don’t know how to react but eventually you flash him a small smile and focus back on Jisoo

“Kim Namjoon just gave me the biggest stare of all time” you say as you down your drink

“What!?” Jisoo’s eyes widened “This is the time where I say I told you so.”

You think for a second that maybe Jisoo was right all along. But that just makes the whole thing more dangerous for you. You can’t lie, Namjoon is attractive, but you knew he was trouble. Maybe he liked you today and then liked another girl tomorrow.

Suddenly, you feel a hand touch your shoulder “Hey y/n, Jisoo. Glad you guys made it” Namjoon’s low voice pierced your ears.

Jisoo gave you a look before replying to him “Hey!! We couldn’t miss such a night!” She smiled “right y/n??”

“Yeah!! Totally” you cheer kind of awkwardly.

Namjoon’s eyes fixed on you. You felt his stare eat you up. His whole presence felt angelic yet overwhelming. “Do you guys maybe want to join us? We’re sitting right by the pool”

“Oh! Sure, why not!” Jisoo answered almost immediately

You were walking towards the pool, Namjoon was pacing right next to you, he was so close to the point where you could sort of smell his cologne. You swear you could get drunk off his scent.

“I have to be honest, I didn’t think you’d actually come” He chuckled

“Are you disappointed?” You teased and raised an eyebrow.

You see a dimple smile making its appearance, how can this dude be so incredibly hot and cute at the same time? “I think pleasantly surprised would be the right way to put it”

Why do you feel like you can not breath? He hasn’t said much, yet you feel yourself burn up all of a sudden. “Good to know” you smile back.

“Joon! You have to see this” was the first thing Taehyung yelled when you arrived to the place where the guys were sitting “12 o’clock, Hobi making out with Mina from 3rd year. Can you believe it? After two years of trying to get it, he finally succeeds”

Of course the main talk is girls. No surprise there.

“Jungkook bitch, you owe me 20 bucks” Taehyung eyed Jungkook

Your expression screamed disgust. Apparently, Namjoon noticed “They are not as bad as they seem” he elbowed you.

You give him and awkward laugh “I’ll take your word for it” You lie.

“Guys, this is Jisoo and y/n. Can you stop trying to head lock each other and say hello? You’re embarrassing me” Namjoon introduced the pair of you to the boys who were still arguing about the bet. 

“Oh, hey girls.” Taehyung paused to inspect Jisoo’s face. “Hey, business and shipping? Ain’t it?”

“Oh, yeah, right!” Jisoo smiled

“Hyung aren’t you taking that class for like the third time? How many times can you fail you recon?” Jungkook teased him and Taehyung answered by giving him a slap on the shoulder.

“Hey y/n, do you want to go grab a drink? I think you’ll need it if you are to tolerate these guys” Namjoon offered.

“I trust you know best” you smile and quickly follow behind him. His shoulders wide and his muscles very visible even through his airy shirt. This guy was a whole statue.

“By the way, I’ve never seen you at parties before. I think I saw you once at the December ball but that’s about it. Not really a big fan of these kind of things, are you?” He suddenly said. You can’t really decode his words. How did Kim Namjoon know you even went to the December ball? You’re pretty sure you didn’t even talk to him that night.

“Interested in me much?” You give him a cheeky smile but he was just looking at you, a couple of seconds passed without him responding “I’m only joking! It’s true I don’t really attend these sort sort of things.”

“And what do you do for fun miss y/n?” He laughs and you swear if you could bottle the sound and get drunk on it you would.

“Oh you’ll think I’m lame”

“Try me” he said in a serious tone while starring right through your eyes. Suddenly, your body felt too heavy for your legs to bear. How can he get to you like that?

“Okay…” You start, him looking at you like that didn’t help control your train of thought, but you manage to get a hold of yourself “So you know that little corner cafe on willow street? Every Friday they have these comedy music nights. A guy-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar, yeah! I used to go there every Friday during my freshman years! Do they still do that old thing? I swear the pun with the atom never failed to make my day.” He started laughing again.

“Whoah what? You’re telling me you’ve been to the shrieking shack?” That place was a little treasure you’d found earlier this year. It was an amazingly cozy place, perfect during the cold winter time. The staff were all so kind and wore these big oversized colorful ties. But the people going there were all much older than you. You’ve never heard someone your age talk about that place. Let alone a person like Namjoon.

“Careful how you talk to a veteran y/n. I’ve basically helped to build the place” he chuckled.

“Y/n is that you?” A familiar voice greeted you.

“Jimin! Oh my god, hey! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you!” You hug him.

Jimin was a great soul, he majored in contemporary dance and ballet. He had been traveling for the past couple of years enrolling in some extra ballet classes in the magical city of Paris. You envied him for his talent and admired him for his passion.

“Girl, you have to come visit me. You’ll love Europe!”

“I would also LOVE to have some money in my wallet” you laugh “Oh Jimin, this is my friend, Namjoon. We go to collage together”

Namjoon gave you a look and soon after shook Jimin’s hand “What’s up. Nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too! But y/n, I’m so so sorry, I have to go. I was actually on my way out just now. I sort of uhm, have a thing-you know” he coughed “I’m leaving in two weeks, can we please meet before that?”

You knew Jimin was probably off to his ex boyfriends house. They broke up before Jimin left for Paris but every time he got back he’d have a couple of hookups with him. “Oh yeah! I bet you’ve got something very important right now, you better go quickly” you teased him “I’ll text you tomorrow, ok?”

Jimin laughed so much his eyes were barely visible “definitely! text me! I’ll be off then! Bye mister Kim Namjoon” he playfully said and was out of your sight a second later.

“You two seem…close” Namjoon suddenly commented

“Yeah! We were! But he has been studying abroad for like two years now.”

Namjoon’s facial expression was quite enigmatic “Did you guys ever… you know”

“Oh no no no.” You pause to make a small chuckle “Jimin isn’t exactly interested in, well, girls like me, or to be exact, girls in general”

Namjoon’s eyes widened and he immediately bursted into laughter “oh… I see” he made a pause “So tell me then, how come the old soul that never goes to parties finally attends one?”

You feel your cheeks burn red. Partly because the reason you went was him. You don’t know why, but the past month you and Namjoon hit it off very well and you wanted to test Jisoo’s crazy theory, you wanted to make sure for yourself if Namjoon was interested in you or not. Now the problem was, even if it turned out he did like you, you didn’t know what you’d do exactly. Namjoon was a really nice guy, but he didn’t come without his red flags.

“Just wanted to try something different, I guess”

“And how’s that 'different' treating you so far?”

What could you possibly tell him? That you have enjoyed every minute you guys have been talking? That you think that just by staring at you he could make you feel things no other guy could? You barely can admit all of that to yourself. “I think pleasantly surprised is the right way to put it” you repeat his words from before.

You see him smile at that. “You know what y/n? I’m really happy you came”

How can he make your heart beat so fast with just one sentence? “Oh really? And why is that?”

“I don’t know, I guess… I just like talking to you, you know? Whenever I’m around you I feel at ease, like I can tell you anything. I feel different when I’m with you, but in a good way”

“Wow” that sound escaped your lips without your consent

Namjoon laughed “Why? Is it too weird?”

“No! Definitely not weird, more like, I don’t know, surprising?”

“In what way?”

“Well you’re… Kim Namjoon, you’re the 2021 class president and you’re like the most popular guy in the whole campus right now.” You made a pause “And I’m just..-“

“The most interesting girl I’ve ever met” he cuts you off

The way he was looking down at you made butterflies grow in your stomach “You really think so?”

He gently grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him “I know so” he leaned down, you swear his eyes had the whole galaxy painted inside of them. You couldn’t even breath properly at this point. Kim Namjoon was too close and the only thing you were thinking about was how well his kiss would feel “God, you’re so beautiful” he said and pulled you in for a soft, gentle kiss.

You couldn’t believe your senses. Kim Namjoon was kissing you and you really thought the earth had stopped spinning right then and there. You could feel his big palms traveling up and down your back.

His kiss was breathless, jubilant, filled with the joy of life, and you should stop him, he is no good to you, you know that, but his scent is delightful and his lips are so warm.

Unconsciously, your hands reach the inside of his shirt. His skin hot and soft at the touch.

"y/n" he practically moans your name, and just the sound makes your knees go week "Don't do that, I don't think I'll be able to stop"

"Who said anything about stopping?" You say and go back to kiss him even more passionately this time.

“There’s a lot of people here, my room is upstairs, would you perhaps want to-“

“Yes.” You immediately say. You don’t care about anything anymore, you’d let your future self deal with the consequences of today’s actions. The only thing that has been lingering in your mind is how good he’d feel inside of you.

The moment you’re finally alone in his room, he lifts you up, swinging you around and kissing you. It was like a dream. Namjoon was everything you wanted. Your reluctance about getting with him didn’t matter any more, the tingly feeling in your stomach overtook every single bit of hesitation you had. You needed him.

“God, you’re lovely” he exhaled

He looks at you as he sinks you down on the bed. Planting a soft kiss before his hands quickly begun to peel away clothes, yanking his belt loose, fumbling hurriedly at his trousers.

You look at his lips tracing your skin and the faint moisture left behind, you look at his muscly arms as he lifts you up and sinks you down again, you look at him looking at you, with eyes brighter than the sun itself. Was this all a dream?

When your dress was finally off he undoes your bra clasp on the way down. Slowly planting kisses on your collarbone, the tops of your breasts, your sternum, and you arched you back as you were needy for more.

His lips finally reach your nipples .Your boobs smooth under his hands, your nipple firm under his tongue, and there, that makes you squirm again, a little more insistently this time.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking wet right now, I feel it” You moan

You see him raise an eyebrow. A vivid smirk painted on his face “Let’s check, shall we?”

He splays his hand low across your belly, and the first brush of his thumb over your clit makes you breathe in sharply and him forget to breathe at all.

“I’m your friend?” He breaths in, his voice dangerously low

“Oh come on” You manage to say in between moans “what was I supposed to tell Jimin?”

His strokes and flicks are light and teasing, his thumb carefully circling around your clit. He gives you a slow, constant, unyielding pressure that makes your breath come up short, makes your toes curl in the effort not to move.

“I’m gonna fuck the word ‘friend’ right out of your pretty little mouth” he covers your mouth with an intense kiss before slipping two fingers of his free hand inside of you, and you makes a noise like triumph and want all wrapped up together. If his fingers felt like this, you can’t imagine how his dick felt like.

“Hmm?” He doesn’t look up, he keeps his eyes on his hands, on you, spread out beneath him “You like that baby?”

God, just the way the word 'baby' sounded coming from his mouth could make you come right this second. You look at him, his eyes look as hungry as his voice sounded. This dude was out of this world.

“Please Namjoon, I want it, I want you inside of me right now”

Namjoon lowered his underwear, and simply pressed his hard member on your slit. You could feel his balls softly caressing your clit as he made subtle movements while kissing you. “Such a needy little thing” he teases “Tell me how bad you want my cock inside of you”

“Oh..” you moan “I’d do anything, please…give it to me… fuck me like you own me” you whined as you used your pussy to caress his length up and down. He seemed to enjoy they way you touched him.

“Fuck y/n… that feels so good” he rests his forehead on yours.

“Imagine what my inside will feel then” you whisper in his ear “I’m such a tight good girl” you move your mouth in front of his, bitting his bottom lip as he growled when he felt your movement grow faster

“Fucking hell” he immobilized your body with his hands and pressed you down to the bed. He immediately shoves his dick inside you, filing you up to the brim before staying there for a couple of seconds and then pulling out completely. That movement made your vagina crave to be filled all the way up again.

“More” you whine, a dopey expression all over your face. You were so needy of him, but you didn’t care.

He lowered his left hand towards your thigh and gave it a big squeeze, kissing you aggressively while doing so. He quickly braced himself back into you, you felt your walls completely wrap around his member. It felt magical.

His strokes long and steady in the beginning. Every time he went in and out completely you felt the pit of your stomach burn in pleasure. Namjoon was doing everything right, you can’t lie to yourself, this is the best sex you’ve ever had. Normally with other guys you don’t even come close to coming, but now, you feel yourself trying not to do so.

“You like my dick being inside of you baby?” He plants a small kiss on your neck and goosebumps run down your spine.

‘Like’ was nowhere near good enough of a word to explain how much the sensation of him thrusting his hard member in and out of you made you feel. “I love it Namjoon… I just love it…”

Your words must’ve turned Namjoon even more on, because his pace immediately started becoming faster and sloppier. Every time your skin touched a loud sound could be heard. Namjoon was thrusting deeper and deeper into you, and every time he’d fill you up completely you’d cry out his name.

“Ah, I like my name so much better when you fucking moan it like that” he says and started shoving his dick inside of you like crazy. You could tell he was close to coming, and so were you.

It wasn’t long until you felt your walls clenching and your toes curling. The sensation overtook all of your body, it was mad… your heart beat uncontrollable. Namjoon made you feel a completely new range of emotions.

“Ah y/n, I can feel you cumming all over my dick” his voice cracky, You could see how turned on he was by all of this, by you. “Fuck” he shoved harder “You’re so” harder “fucking hot”

Namjoon stopped and pulled out immediately spreading his cum all over your tummy. The sight was breathtaking, you’ve never found a man so attractive while coming before, but then, Namjoon is no ordinary man.

He quickly grabs a couple of tissues and wipes you clean before laying on top of you again, placing another soft kiss this time. His hand playing with your hair. You were both naked and sweaty and a mess but it felt so magical. You wrapped your hands around his broad shoulders, pulling him even closer to you. You didn’t want even a centimeter of distance between you and him.

He suddenly stopped kissing you and simply stared at your eyes. After a minute or two, or maybe three, you're not really sure, time didn't exist right now, he tacked a string of hair behind your left ear.

“Y/n, let me take you on a date. Please. I know you don’t normally go out with guys like me, but I swear I’ll make it worth your while-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar. How does that sound? Or are you too good for the shrieking shack now?” You chuckled

“I’d love that” he smiled, making your heart melt a little.

[sunflowerdaisybee]

dude im just gonna say that i hecking love your writing to hell and back. i think im gonna keep hitting you with dog/wolf requests because we both seem to like them a lot and yes :)) so this time its cc!sapnap x reader, where reader is a husky hybrid, and after one time accidentally walking in on sapnap's stream while he had facecam on and reader was in dog form, chat just assumed that sapnap had a husky, and if you want to write this part you can but you dont have to, i thought of this one part where reader's like "everyone knows that i exist but they think im a dog and i've only appeared once but i have an idea" and so reader and sapnap make a video where reader is in dog mode the whole time, and sapnap is showing off tricks that he supposedly taught reader to do, even tho even in dog mode they're still as intelligent as a regular human. okay and then one day sapnap and reader go out on a date and they end up running into a fan who is secretly also a dog hyrbid of some sorts and so they can just smell that reader isnt human but they promise to keep it a secret and so that fun little interaction happened and sapnap and reader are kinda just like "alright lets go home now" but then they run into a second fan who is like "woah is that your s/o?" and sapnap is like "yes this is yn" and the fan is like "wait why do your dog and s/o have the same name thats kinda weird" and then sapnap and reader are like "FUN TALK OKAY BYE" and then after a day or two this whole conspiracy blows up on twitter where fans are like "bro what if sapnap's s/o and his dog are one in the same?" and the fans are all treating it as a joke because of course its not true animal human hybrids dont actually exist but reader takes it very seriously and gets stressed out by it which sapnap helps soothe them with hot cocoa, cuddles, and disney movies :)) thank you as always author! <3 -froggy/tori

I don’t know where you get these amazing ideas from but I am not complaining, very good, 10/10, scratches brain perfectly <333

Summary: Bark Bark

Pairing: Sapnap X Reader

Pronouns: They/them

[A/n]: Requests are open <3

You huffed, nudging the door open with your snout. All you wanted was some cuddles and lovies from Sapnap but nooo he had to shut himself in his streaming room all day, jerk. Sapnap almost immediately noticed you, motioning for you to stay over there. You did not listen though, choosing to instead walk over to him and force your way onto his lap.

“Bud, not now.” Sapnap chuckled as you rubbed against him, trying to get as much love from him as possible. What you failed to realize was that Sapnap was in the middle of a stream and that his face cam was on.

“What’s the dog’s name?” Sapnap froze for a moment before realizing that they didn’t know about you.

“Their name is (Y/n), they’re a husky.” Sapnap chuckled as he gave into your affection, petting and scratching all over. Eventually, you had to be kicked out of his streaming room so that he could stream, but it was fun while it lasted.

After the stream was over you and Sapnap agreed that it wouldn’t happen again as that was a close call. You guys did think it was a funny concept though so when fans demanded more dog content, you and Sapnap gave in. Rather than live stream and risk exposing something, the two of you decided to film a video and post it on youtube.

It was simple, just Sapnap showing off all the tricks he ‘taught’ you. The fans ate it up, they really believed you were a dog and Sapnap was some sort of master dog trainer. The comments were even funnier.

The fans only knowing you as a dog was very helpful as it meant that you and Sapnap could go out in public without people knowing who you were. Of course, you were in person form, it would be weird for Sapnap to go on a date with a dog.

Sapnap was still very recognizable though so of course, someone was bound to stop the two of you at one point. It happened to be a younger male who wanted a picture with Sapnap, but he stopped before leaving.

“You smell like a dog, and not just like from being around one, but like you are one.” You and Sapnap froze, how the hell did this kid smell that on you. Though he seemed to recognize your panic as he quickly explained.

“Ah don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I’m a dog hybrid too!” This brought you immediate relief.

“What breed?”

“Beagle, what about you?”

“I’m a husky!” You were excited to meet another dog hybrid, it wasn’t often that you came across people like you.

“Husky. Are you (Y/n), Sapnap’s dog?” You just nodded and brought a finger to your lips, motioning for them to keep it a secret.

“We have to go now, bye!” You and Sapnap waved before leaving, though you somehow managed to run into another fan, this one had a little too much sass to her though.

She had no manners and asked very impolitely for a picture, leaving you standing there awkwardly as she basically manhandled your boyfriend.

“Who are you?”

“That’s (Y/n), my partner.”

“You’re dog and your partner have the same name? That’s kinda weird.”

“Uh, we gotta go, see ya later.” Sapnap grabbed your hand, interlocking it with his, before heading off, walking at a faster pace than normal.

It had only been two days since the incident but Twitter was going crazy. There were hashtags and conspiracies about why Sapnap would name his dog after his significant other. Some had assumed it was just cause he loved you so much but others were going crazy, saying that you were some kind of dog-human hybrid. Which wasn’t wrong but they didn’t need to know that.

Though all their conspiracies, that would blow over in a day or so, stressed you out. They had found out your secret without even realizing and were sharing it to everyone. Sapnap was very helpful though, doing everything in his power to calm you down and keep you from stressing out.

He would swaddle you in blankets, regardless of whether you were in human or dog form, and bring you all kinds of things like candy, snacks, drinks, hot cocoa. Anything and everything you could ask for, he had it or would go get it. He even pulled all-nighters with you to binge-watch movies. He typically fell asleep halfway through the night but he made for a great pillow so you didn’t mind.

“This will all be over in a day, I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

[aftokrvteira]

for the fans (m)

pairing: eren jaeger x female reader (modern au) warnings: nsfw, recording while having sex, handjob, mentions of breeding, explicit language words: 1.6k

“I thought you were okay with this” you say, lowering your legs, looking at Eren with a worried look. He seems uncomfortable while holding the camera and lets out a sigh.

“Yeah, but...”he looks at you with a weird sparkle in his eyes. One you’ve never seen before. He seems annoyed about something but not directly to you. His eyes scan your body up and down as if something was not okay with this whole thing. “I don’t think is a good idea anymore.”

“Seriously?” you sat on the bed, raising an eyebrow. “You begged me to open an OnlyFans for months and now you’re backing away from it?”

Eren had been a pain in the ass for the last weeks since he discovered how much money you two could make from an OnlyFans account. As if he wasn’t making enough from his streaming career, playing videogames for a living, literally. You were okay with that because he seemed happy but things got weird from time to time when you appeared on the background for a few moments during a streaming or you said something way too loud. Your boyfriend had been secretive enough about you with his fans because, well, most of them were just horny teenagers or nosy trolls and Eren told you from the beginning that his work would never mix up with your love-life, but recently he’d ask you to bring him a beer or something to snack while he was recording and you’r do that just because he was your boyfriend and you loved him.

“It’s just...” he made a pause, running his free hand through his hair, messing it around even more “Nevermind, it’s stupid, let’s continue” you gave him a stern look but he avoided your gaze and concentrated on messing around with the camera and the lighting. You sighed, laying down once more, raising your legs up in the air so that he could see your panties. You decided not to push the subject anymore and played along, reaching down to move aside the fabric of your panties to let him see your pussy. He took a few photos but shook his head. “You’re making a weird face”

“Of course not, I’m posing normally” you said, frowning. “What kind of face do you want me to do? I’m allowing you to take pictures of my hoohaa to sell them on the internet!” Eren raised an eyebrow and you sighed. “Don’t get me wrong, Eren, I’m okay with this but... It’s just that... I don’t know...” you sat again on the bed, scooting a little closer to him. “I feel dumb” he looked at you, confused and you rubbed the back of your neck, feeling your cheeks getting warmer. He looked at you in silence for a few seconds.

“Yeah, me too” he finally said. “I thought this would be easy, you know, like, I have friend that do this, but... Every time I think that they’ll see you in that way...” He furrowed his brow. You touched his hand with yours, caressing his knuckles “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you. You’re the most beautiful and sexy creature on this universe and I feel like anytime someone pays to see you I’ll track them down to kill them” You giggled and shook your head “I’m serious, you know I would do that.”

“Then why did you asked me to do this? You’re clearly not comfortable with it.”

Eren kept caressing your cheek for a few seconds and shrugged. You insisted silently on the question until he flicked you lightly on the forehead.

“Do you even know the effect you have on people, y/n?” you blinked, a little confused by the question. Eren chuckled and leaned down to look at you straight in the eye “They love you. They desire you. Every day I get messages asking about you, I see people trying to find your nudes. They’re desperate to find anything about you... And you’re mine. I have access to the object of their fantasies, unlimited access. I get to hear you moan and scream my name while you cum, I’m the one who can fuck you until you pass out...And you know I’m a little egocentric.”

You kept quiet, trying to process his words. You knew that there was something sketchy about Eren suddenly wanting to show you off to his followers but now you knew his true intentions. You’ve always knew. From the way he touched you around other men, how he’s always as close as possible, grabbing your hand, hugging you, kissing you...

“I know it’s contradictory to get all high on my horse from people looking at you and the be jealous at the same time.” you felt a little tingle “I think it’s better if we give it up. I don’t think I would be able to-”

“No, wait” you said, interrupting him “I have an idea.” Eren tilted his head “How about... You show them how I belong to you” he gave you a confused look. You bit your lip, not knowing how to explain yourself. You sat back on the bed and asked him to try again with the camera and he did, reluctantly. You closed your eyes for a moment but then locked your gaze with his, starting to run your fingers through your abdomen and breasts, imagining that there was no cameras between you and him. Just you trying to seduce him.

You started to open the zipper of your hoodie slowly, revealing your bare chest, noticing how he was finally getting your point. You were his and the only way to brag about it without getting jealous was to prove his followers that you would only do this for him. You heard the clicking of the camera as you slowly stripped away from your clothes. When there was nothing but your panties covering your body, you crawled to where he was.

“Record this” you whispered, reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants, where you could notice his boner. He froze for a moment. “It’s okay. We can show why I’m so into you...” you smiled at him, starting to jerk him off, feeling that tingle again in your pussy when he started moaning silently. He was so hard you found difficult to resist it and leaned a little more to start sucking the tip of his dick, not knowing if he was recording it or not. You didn’t care that much now that you were invested in allowing his length into your mouth, until you felt him on the back of your throat. Tears suddenly ran down your face but that didn’t stopped you from sucking him off. It was always a delight to hear his moans and grunts, it made you so horny that you slid one hand inside your panties to start caressing your wet vagina, rubbing your clit in circular motions as his cock twitched inside your mouth.

“Oh, fuck...” he whispered, rocking his hips against your mouth “Fuck, babe, you’re such a cock hungry slut...” you moaned because you loved it when he called you rough names. You knew you were doing a good job. You let out his cock, with a small thread of saliva connecting your lips from the tip of his penis, smiling at the camera. You laid down on the bed, opening your legs for him, as an invitation. Your fingers made wet sounds and your soaked panties made obvious what you wanted, what you needed.

“Do you want to fuck me?” you asked, trying to hold back a whimper. You saw Eren placing the camera down for a few seconds while he stripped from his sweats and his shirt. He took it back and climbed on the bed, positioning himself between your thighs, stroking his hard dick with his free hand. You made aside the wet fabric to show your pussy, opening the folds for him to see it in all of it damp glory.

“Babe, you’re a sight for sore eyes...” he said with a low voice, aligning his penis with your entrance and, just like that, he went all the way in, making you let out a loud moan that he seemed to enjoy “You don’t know how fucking hot you look.” he said, thrusting once more. You moaned again, raising your hands to place them above your head while he fucked you senseless.

“Ohmygod, Eren...” you whimpered “Oh god, you’re so big!” your right hand came down to stimulate your clit once more, feeling how your inside twitched and got tightier around his cock.

“Fucking shit... You’re so tight, damn it” he murmured, placing his hand in your waist. “You wanna cum, babe? You wanna cum with me?”

“Yes! Yes, yes yes!” you screamed, using your other hand to play with your nipple, twisting it around until it was hard. “I want you to cum inside, Eren...Please...Mark me as yours” you moaned and it was convincing enough because as soon as you felt your lower belly tense up, he increased his thrusts until you both reached orgasm. You arched your back when you felt how his hot cum filled you up and let out a whimper when he pulled out. You noticed how he made a special emphasis on your pussy and the way his semen leaked slowly out of it.

You closed your eyes, panting and after a few minutes, you felt the mattress sinking under his weight when he laid next to you, this time with no cameras around. You scooted closer.

“How was it?” you asked when you catch your breath. He raised his thumb and pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around you.

“They’ll go insane” he said “You’re one smart cookie. A smart and really horny cookie”

You chuckled and kissed him on the lips softly.

“I hope we can do it again... This time no cameras around.”

[nanamikentoslutt]

Hey I really like your writing so far! I saw you were open to asks and I was wondering if you could write one about Jean for me 🥺 Id love one where we lose our virginity together if that’s okay for you! I know he is a secret sweetheart with a horse cock!

OMG! Thank you so much, this is my first ever ask!! I hope you like it :) also I agree there is no doubt Jean has a horsecock 🥵

Word count is 2.9k sorry I got carried away lol

THIS IS 18+

Warnings; Oral, vaginal sex, fluff, smut

Jean x Fem!reader

“Shh, we have to be quiet, y/n.”

Jean giggles, pulling you into the sleeping quarters, vacant from the rest of the scouts being occupied either on duty or in the mess hall. He grabs you inside and pulls you close to him, eagerly kissing your lit up face which had turned red from all the laughing you two had been doing on your way there. He cupped your face in both hands, moving your lips together through a smile he slowly started to pace backwards further into the room, you eagerly followed, your bodies both moving in perfect unison with one another as you were excited to finally have your alone time with Jean.

You had been dating for a few months now and only became official within the last week or so, your fellow comrades teasing you both for not recognising everyone knew you were made for each other even before you guys did. You and Jean took it slow the first few weeks, getting to know each other but soon enough your primal instincts kicked in and whenever you got a moment alone you’d be all over each other. Jean found himself sneaking you into empty equipment rooms just to hungrily devour you, running his hands up your body with no sense of true direction, just desperate to feel your body on his. You also felt the same sense of urgency to feel Jean’s touch, his tall, broad frame wrapping himself around you as you would desperately rub between his thigh, working yourself up as your clumsy and greedy kisses turned your heated equipment room meetings into olympic style make-out sessions. You were both so desperate for each other and the pace at which you kept it was not only because of that, but mainly because you two never had time for this sort of stuff. With training and expeditions, as well as living and sleeping in a room with 20 other people, you never had the time, or more importantly you never had the privacy. Jean had no issue kissing or cuddling you in front of the other scouts, occasionally slipping his hand under the covers to rub your clothed cunt, watching you try and keep composed while mid conversation with Sasha. Jean loved to tease you like that. Seeing your innocent face start to grow hot with excitement and a hint of embarrassment. Jean would rub just deep enough that you started to get wet beneath your clothes but not fast enough so you’d actually cum in front of your friends, he knew not to take it that far, however many times he’d thought about that exact scenario when alone, rubbing his cock in a toilet stall somewhere.

Through your cautious acts and sneaky behaviour, you and Jean had done almost everything together you possibly could, except the big one. You’d never taken it far enough to actually fuck. That was something you both knew you wanted done right. Being a virgin you personally never felt too much sentiment towards “virginity” however after meeting Jean and falling in love with that big idiot you knew that even if it was something you’d feel indifferent about, you wanted it to be special, because it was with him. And Jean felt the same, he would act cocky in front of everyone when showing you off but deep down he was in love with you and being a virgin himself he held sex as something sacred. Jean liked to joke with Connie about how long he could go and how all the girls from his village called him “horse” for a reason. Connie would usually be skeptical about Jean’s big talk but after he landed you he considered he might not be a liar after all. You were good and kind to all the scouts and that's what everyone loved about you, but Jean was first hooked by the way you looked, he couldn’t deny confessing this to you once you’d been together for a while. He’d admit it was the way your hair flew past your neck when you used the ODM gear, embarrassingly crashing a few times from getting lost in a trance. Jean was fawning over you from the moment you two met, he’d stay awake at night going over each and every one of the small conversations you’d had that day, deciphering whether or not he’d come off too bold or too rash. Wanting to impress you but not wanting to scare you away. 

Whatever it was that drew you to him was now the reason you two were pouncing on each other in the sleeping quarters. Your body follows Jeans as he slightly hunched over to accommodate your height and softly hold your face in his. The feeling of excitement exuding your body as your now wet lips crashed into each other, your heads occasionally moving from left to right to switch up the position of the kiss. Placing both hands on his chest you lightly push back to look up at him,

“I heard Captain Levi is holding a meeting in the mess hall…”

You say, a grin on your face that Jean is now trying to read, unsure of what you’re getting at. His half lidded eyes look down to your face, his lips slightly plump from where you’d both been so aggressive.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna go to that,” Jean pulls you back into him and starts moving his lips down your neck, his hands wrapped around your waist. You roll your eyes to yourself at your completely clueless boyfriend.

“Jean, I said the Captain is holding a meeting, meaning…”

The penny finally drops, Jean takes his wet mouth off your neck to look at you, his eyes widening.

“Meaning we have about thirty-five extra minutes?”

He smiles down at you, looking at his devious girlfriend with pure lust and motivation. Thinking about how you’d taken the time out to plan this particular meeting with Jean made his cock start to twitch, knowing how badly you wanted him only made him want you more, which was truly saying something.

“Yes, thirty-five or so minutes… Do you think that’s enough time for us to…”

Your voice trails off as Jean continues sucking on your neck, leaving little marks that make you whimper into him. His hefty palms running up and down the curves of your body. He caresses your ass in both hands and gives them a slight squeeze, keeping them there he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck moving down your chest, then navel and now on his knees looking up at you he worships your cunt over your uniform. Giving little pecks around your hips, lovingly rubbing his hands behind the back of your thighs.

“Come on baby, let’s take these off shall we?”

Getting flustered under Jean’s touch, you nod and let out a “mhmm” gesturing for him to remove the bottom half of your uniform.

He does so carefully, putting one hand out towards yours to help you step out of your trousers, moving the discarded piece of clothing to the side with your foot. Inspecting the wet patch that had now formed in your underwear, Jean grazed his lips over the fabric, causing you to whimper out his name. Not being able to wait any longer he used two fingers from either hand to pull the hem of your underwear all the way down, you cock your leg and allow him to place them to the side. Your now glistening pussy in eye view for Jean he soaks your body in. Putting both hands on either side of your thighs and grabbing the fat gingerly, eyes wide on your beautiful folds.

“Fuck…” He breathes over you, breath fanning your cunt. “Look at my pretty girl getting so wet for me.”

You bite your lower lip at the sensation of Jean calling you a pretty girl, always making you blush no matter how many times he’d tell you. You run your hands through his hair as he starts to slip his wet tongue between your slick, moving up and down in a slow motion a few times before coming to find your sensitive spot. Your grip on his hair starts to tighten as he circles your clit, compelling you to give out a low groan. Jean loved every inch of you but could spend hours just lapping up your cum his mouth, worshipping your delicate little cunt. Seeing how aroused just his tongue could make you made him pull his hand down his trousers to give some relief to his aching cock,grabbing the tip and slowly jerking himself underneath his clothes while the other hands keeps you in place for his now sped up tongue on your swollen bud. 

Your moans help direct him into your core as he quickens the pace on his soaked muscle. Knowing exactly what you want and what you sound like when you’re close, Jean can feel you’re almost there. Your hands desperately grabbing and pulling at his hair while his head bobs up and down on your cunt, he takes his hand away from his cock to slip two of his digits inside your wanting hole. 

“Fuck, Jean…” 

You let out, being unable to keep your balance on the ground but his heavy capable hand keeping you in place. He curls his fingers to hit you in just the right spot, your body hunching over slightly you can feel the warm knot inside you begin to expel, out of nowhere your orgasm comes and a warm sensation runs to your head as Jean continues to finger fuck you with his mouth over your clit. He recognises the familiar reaction of your walls clenching in on him and moves his tongue down to lap up your juices.

“Fuck baby, did that feel good?”

Your cheeks now flustered and your neck damp from the sweat you’d worked up, you breathlessly nod, “Mmm, it felt so good, so good..”

Jean stands up, licking your cum from his fingers and using his thumb to wipe the corner of his mouth. He holds your trembling body in his, moving his hands down below your ass he hoists you up onto him and carries you over to the bed. Gently resting you on your back he comes up to the side of you and gives you a deep kiss. Slowly unbuttoning your shirt as he rests his head lazily on his hand, looking down at you he purrs “We don’t usually have this much time…” His fingers now on the final button, opening your shirt and revealing your bra, he unclasps the front and you adjust to help him take it off, now completely naked. 

His gentle fingers run up and down your torso as he looms over you, causing goosebumps along his trail.

“Baby…” Jean whispers in your ear. “Do you want to?”

Without having to say, you already knew what he meant. You thought about it for a brief moment, thinking about how you’d never get another chance like this for a while and how even though this wasn’t the picture perfect place for losing your virginity, you hadn’t bought into those kinds of fantasies anyway. You knew what you wanted, it was what you’d wanted for weeks, you wanted Jean to be the first to fuck you.

“I’m ready, if you are?”

You ask, propping yourself up on your elbows to give yourself a better view of Jean’s face.

“Oh, I’ve been ready baby.”

Jean teases, grabbing onto your side to pull you in closer to him. You roll your eyes at him and laugh at his usual overconfident remark. Smiling into a kiss he pulls his shirt off and while still connected to your lips he moves his body off the bed to hastily remove his pants, not wanting to let go of your face on his he clumsily stumbled whilst getting the last leg of his trousers off his ankle.

Grabbing your hips and pulling you to the edge of the bed he glances down at your perfect body, getting lost in the thought of how someone like him could ever end up with someone like you and how lucky he was. His thoughts were soon clouded by the image of your sloppy cunt, your soft, sweet face below him, ready for him to take you. 

Jean was taking in the sight of you beneath him, his thick, long member hard and leaking precum over the tip was almost painful. He lowered himself down onto your body and your legs naturally fell over his shoulders. Grabbing the tip of his cock you looked down and for the first time, you got nervous. You’d seen Jean’s cock before and knew exactly how big it was, but now you were nervous about it fitting inside you, you didn’t want to put him off by telling him just how scared you were so you flung your arms around him and landed your soft lips on his. Jean was rubbing the tip up and down your cunt, the sensation of your slick arousal was driving him insane, he wanted nothing more than to pin your legs back and have at you, but he was tensing hard enough to stop himself.

“You’re so wet for me baby, let’s just take it slow.”

You nod and slide your hands to cup his face. His tip finding its way to your entrance he slowly pushes himself inside and lets out a deep moan, clenching his eyes together.

Your walls instinctively tense up and you’re quick to grab Jean’s shoulders and use them for support. The stretching of your little cunt was getting slightly painful as your eyes started to water. From what feels like forever, his cock is still sliding inside, not even halfway yet, how fucking long was he?

“Fuck, Jean… fuck… just fuck me.”

You cry out as a desperate plea to get Jean to speed up. 

Opening his eyes he looks down to see your tensed face, he listens to your orders and picks up the speed. Jean felt bad for feeling so good, your tight pussy clamping down on his cock. His thrusts keeping an even pace, he comes down to suck and lick the groove of your neck, your voice cracks as you try and let out a “Yes, fuck, yes, yes…”

Seeing your face now turn from whimpering to bliss he smiles at his perfect little baby and straightens his back to put your legs on his chest. 

Thrusting in and out of your pussy, your cum coats jean’s thick and heavy cock, your moans sounding like sweet music to his ears. Holding your legs he passionately kisses the side of your calf. He pulls his hand down to your chin and holds it in place,

“Hey, look at me. I want you to look at me.”

Your head is foggy and vision slightly blurred but the sound of Jean’s loving voice brings you back to reality, you open your eyes and look directly at him, nothing but the sound of his skin on yours.

“Y/n, I love you.”

Your hand coming up to his on your chin, your eyes widen. You’d never heard him say that before and you just realised you’d never said it either. Which was crazy because without hesitation you knew how you felt when Jean said that,

“I love you too, Jean.”

Jean’s face softened, he looked down at you and smothered your face and neck with kisses that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. The sensation of Jean’s throbbing cock entering and exiting you as well as the attention he was now giving your upper half was driving you insane. The warm feeling returned to your stomach and a new sensation was flooding your insides, you felt like you were going to cum but you were sure you were going to piss yourself.

“Fuck, Jean, I think I’m gonna cum.”

Seeing how crazy his cock was driving you took him over the edge, seeing you all fucked out and in bliss over the fullness of him was just enough to bring him to climax.

“That’s it, fucking cum with me baby, cum on my cock.”

Getting faster you wrap your legs around his torso and let out a loud moan, your eyes wide and back arching you feel your wet cunt thump all over his cock, and just like that Jean wraps his arms around you and groans in your ear, breathy and low, his cock twitches inside of you. His cum empties in your tight hole as he catches his breath around you.

Now limp but still inside you, Jean places a small and delicate kiss on your forehead. Seeing your completely fucked out face he pulls you up and moves around the bed so your head is rested on his chest. 

You both breathe in the air around you and take in what had just happened. Jean pulls your chin up with his thumb so you’re looking up at him,

“I do love you y/n, you know?”

Your tired eyes beam up at him and your mouth grows into a smile.

“I love you too, Jean.”

You still had a few minutes left before you had to put your clothes back on and get back out to your friends. So with the little time you had you remained in each other’s arms, just happy to be close.

[rezzyromance]

Oooo I had an idea- Moreau with a reader who is very cuddly n’ caring as well as very patient, but, once you make them mad, b o o m full angy creature mode. (Maybe someone makes fun of sal while testing the readers patience so they defend sal or something idk- (;^^)

This page is slowly turning into a Moreau fan page and I couldn't be anymore happier!!

You've been waiting patiently in the shack that you and Moreau stayed in together. He was called to another one of Mother Miranda's meetings along with the other Lords. As much as you'd like to join him for the meetings, him and the other Lords agreed that it would be safer for you if Miranda didn't know of your existence. Moreau understood the importance of keeping you a secret from his beloved "mother", but he failed to stay silent about you to the other Lords. He was just too proud and happy that he finally found someone who loved him like the people in the romance movies he watches love each other.

To try and make time pass by, you began to clean slightly. The shack was a bit messy when you first started living with him. Now, you like to help out and sweep from time to time. He also began to pick up after himself better, hoping to impress you. After sweeping for a while, you could hear movement in the distance. You look out the window to see Moreau returning from the meeting, his head hanging lower than usual.

"Hello love!", you call out to him from the window, waving to greet him. He glances at you and lifts his hand as a low effort way to respond. This wasn't usual for him. Usually he would greet you with open arms and a smiling face. Your heart began to sink slightly, worried about what may have caused him to seem so sad. Once he made it through the door of the shack, you walk over to him and place a hand on his cheek. "Is everything okay, Sal?", you ask him. You noticed how his cheeks were wet, streams of tears falling on each side. "Heeyyyy what's wrong?", you ask in a comforting voice, pulling him in for a hug. He doesn't hesitate to throw his arms around you and hugs you tightly. You could hear him sniffle as his crying continued. "Let's calm down for a sec and then you could tell me what happened, okay?", you ask him as you start to lead him to the couch. "..okay", he gives a quit answer as his sniffling continued.

Once you made it to the couch, you threw a large blanket over the both of you. You pulled him closer and wiped away his tears again. His breathing started to grow rapid as he tried to stifle his crying. You began to quietly comfort him, saying things like "I got you." and "You're okay.", as you held him close. His sniffling finally slowed to a stop and he seemed to be calm.

You pulled away from holding him and had your eyes meet with his. "Now.... what caused this?", you asked, wanting him to open up to you. He hesitated and looked away. "It's okay. It doesn't matter", he sighed. "C'mon Sal. It matters to me.", you say. "Well.... Angie called me ugly again..", he seemed embarrassed. "Ugh that piece of plastic? Can she even see with those marble eyes of hers? Obviously she doesn't see what I see.", Angie was a bit well known to be harsh with her words. It wasn't uncommon for her to say something rude about his appearance, but it also wasn't common for Moreau to be upset by her words. He was good at brushing off her harshness, so what else could be bother him. "..and.. Heisenberg laughed... and..", you could see the tears begin to pool in his eyes once more. You started rubbing his arm. "What else?", you push him to open up more. "He called me a moronic freak.... and said he doesn't understand how you.. love me and.. you use me to have a roof over your head..", he admitted.

You had stopped rubbing his arm. Your hand was now balled into a fist as rage began to boil inside of you like a volcano ready to explode. "Is that all?", you ask him, unaware of how aggressive your tone was. "Yes.. Mother split up the meeting after that and he laughed as he left..", he sulked. "You know that none of what he says is true right? You know damn well you deserve love more than his bastard ass. And you know I will not let him bully you like a child." he was caught off guard by your tone. Your jaw was clenched and your brow was furrowed. He was happy that Heisenberg's words weren't true, but he was worried about what his words may cost him.

"Where is he?", you ask as you stand up from the couch. "W-What?", Moreau stood up as well, unsure of what you were planning. "Where is Heisenberg? I need to...talk..to him.", you say. "He said he was going to visit the Duke and buy some stuff...", his hands anxiously began to fiddle with each other. "Take me to him. Lead me to where he is.", you demand. "I don't wanna make him mad!", he panicked. "Don't worry big guy. I'm just gonna talk to him a little bit.", you lie. You knew damn well you were going to do a little more than talk to him. "Okay..", he took a deep breath and began to walk and you followed.

There's never a good way to know exactly where the Duke is. He seems to pop up almost anywhere and always has exactly what you need. He did have a few specific spots that he would set up shop at though, and in one of those places is where you found him. You could see his carriage set up between a few trees on a trail. The Duke was discussing something with Heisenberg. "Ah (Y/N)! What can I offer you today?", the Duke asked once he saw you. Heisenberg looked over and smirked once he saw you with an anxious Moreau following.

"What's this? Did you snitch on me, Moreau?", he said with a cackle that followed. You never stopped walking, nearly marching, towards him. He was still laughing when you stood in front of him with little to no distance between the both of you. His laugh made you sick. So sick that you reeled your arm back and slapped the man across the face as hard as you could. His glasses flew off his face and landed in the snow and his laughing ceased. Moreau covered his mouth to muffle a gasp and the Duke did the same in hopes to muffle his chuckle. "Listen here you pretentious fuck.", you snap as your anger peaked. The man jerked his head to make eye contact with you. His gaze was sharp, but not sharp enough to cut away your rage. "How miserable do you have to be to get a kick out of acting like a bully on the school house playground? You have a lot of fucking guts for a man who dresses like he's living on the streets!" He leans in close to you to try and get you to react or budge. You don't move. "And you have a lot of fucking guts for someone who I can kill within seconds.", he threatens. You respond by slapping off his hat which had been poking your forehead. He grabbed you by the wrist and began to squeeze tightly. "Do you know who you're fucking with?", his breath hit your face. "Yeah, an ugly mother fucker.", you say as you kick him in the ankle. It didn't hurt, but he was shocked by your boldness and the way that you didn't even flinch. He knew you were aware of his powers, yet still you continued to taunt him and stand your ground all at once. You could tell he began to feel overwhelmed as his eyes looked around and his posture began to change. He knew he couldn't break you down. He took a deep breath and walked over to his glasses. When he bent down to pick them, you grabbed him by the back of his coat collar. You leaned in real close to his ear and whispered, "You better fucking believe me when I say I will fucking kill you if you ever make that man cry again. I don't give a damn if you're an oversized magnet. I'll rip you to fucking shreds if you even fucking look at him disrespectfully. Do you understand me?", you nearly spit in his ear. "Yes. I do.", he says as he rises up. You stand up straight as well, handing him his hat that you knocked off earlier. He takes it and looks over at Moreau and the Duke. Both of them had a smile on their faces, obviously enjoying the show they had witnessed. His whole body grew hot with embarrassment as he tried to act cool, putting on his hat and glasses. He gave a nod to the men and walked away.

"My, my, (Y/N). I've never seen anyone stand up to Lord Heisenberg like that. It was quite the sight.", he gave a guttural laugh. "What can I say? I won't stand for slander of any kind when it comes to him.", you motion over to Moreau who began to walk over. "Are you okay, (Y/N)?", he nervously placed his hand on your shoulder. "Absolutely. I made sure Heisenberg won't bother you ever again.", you say before placing a kiss on his forehead. This caused him to smile and wrap his arms around one of yours. "Well now that we're here, Duke do you happen to have any cheeses?", you ask. "I always come prepared for my loyal customers!", he says before handing over some type of exported cheese. You pull out the amount of Lie needed from your pockets and hand it over to the Duke.

The day ended with you both curled up on the couch in each others arms, watching a new romance movie neither one of you have seen, as Moreau enjoyed his new exported cheese. He couldn't stop smiling as he held you close. After today, he truly understood just how willing you were to fight for him.

[talkfastromance4]

something--calum hood oneshot

erm, hi! I wrote this in one go last night, I couldn’t get it out of my head and I wanted to share it with you all. I hope you like it🥺

(also shortened my taglist because of inactivity of previous tags)

word count: 2.4k+

warnings: casual drinking, smoking of weed, sexual situations and angst.

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Calum stares at the blades of the fan turning lazily above him, birds are chirping outside, and he brings his joint to his lips. He takes a sharp inhale keeping his eyes steady on the moving blades, a familiar tune rolling through his head from The Beatles. He’s been awake for a few hours, the sharp ache in his head has turned into a dull throb.

His mouth is dry as sandpaper and he should probably chug a gallon of water and eat something.

There’s movement to his left and he glances over as he exhales the smoke. Through the haze he sees her face but when it clears he realizes it isn’t her. It’s another in the place where she should be. The woman next to him sighs in her sleep, his shirt she’s wearing rises and falls with her breath.

Calum sighs and rolls out of bed. He sticks the joint in an ashtray (a gift from her) and pulls on a hoodie. His feet pad on the wooden floor as he sees the cluster of remnants from the night before. He and Roy held a little soiree that turned into a bigger party than they anticipated. He should clean it up but he might just hire a cleaning crew, he knows he’d be the only one doing the cleaning anyway.

There were cups everywhere, empty bottles turned over on the stairs. Some of his closest friends were still asleep on the couches in the living room. He hears Duke’s collar jangle outside, and Calum is transported to the night before in the exact spot where Duke is sniffing by the pool. Calum stood there as well.

He’s chatting with Ryan and Andy when people around them chorus her name. He looks up just as she steps onto the patio, her hand holding onto another man’s. They aren’t in a relationship, her and the guy, just like he’s never in relationships with the women he sees. Relationships have done them both dirty in the past, but he always feels a certain pull to her. Something he can’t shake.

Her eyes meet his over the shoulder of Crystal, something flickers in those pretty eyes and then it’s gone. Calum watches her for a moment longer, the way she smiles and how her laugh meets his ears. Throughout the party they were so close to each other yet so far apart.

People were in between them, but Calum was very aware of her presence, he could sense her. She could sense him, too.

It wasn’t until he was heading upstairs to use the bathroom did he see her escape into his room. Creasing his eyebrows together he follows her. The sounds of the party diminish greatly the further he gets away from it. The closer he gets to her his breath hitches, his heart accelerates.

When he turns the corner his bathroom door opens and she’s there. And he’s there. Both of them standing a mere six feet apart but he can see the beauty mark at the corner of her right eye. A mark he’s always wanted to kiss.

“Cal,” she says in surprise and he loves how his name sounds from her lips. “Sorry, the line to the main bathroom was too long and I know you said I could use it so I—”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he shakes his head. “Are you enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s…it’s great,” she nods. “Are you liking it?”

“It got better when I saw you walk in,” he confesses. The small amount of alcohol he’s consumed is making him feel bold. He takes a step forward. “Who’s the guy you brought?”

“Max. He works with me.”

“Mixing business with pleasure, yeah?” Calum takes another step forward, but she remains in the doorway of his bathroom.

“Hardly,” she scoffs then narrows her eyes at him. “You’re being very…forward tonight.”

“Can’t help it,” he takes another step and shakes his head. “You make me feel very…unwound.”

“I’m sorry?”

Calum chuckles and takes two more steps forward. He’s so close to her now he can smell her perfume. It makes his head dizzy.

“You really don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

She searches around his room as if she’d find the answer to his question painted on his walls then sighs. “Depends.”

“On?”

“Do you know what you do to me?”

That caught him off guard. He does something to her?

“I didn’t—”

“Really, Calum? Are you that daft? You drive me crazy. Crazy in a way where I need to…need to do something about it later. The way you look at me isn’t how friends look at each other.”

“How do I look at you?”

“The way I look at you I’d imagine,” she sighs.

“Wait…what do you mean you need to do something?” he takes another step. He’s so close now he can see the slight shimmer in her lip gloss.

“Really, Calum?” she nearly whines and hides her face before rubbing her temples. Her eyes meet his. “You really want me to tell you how I go home and think about you in my bed? How I…how I touch myself wishing it were you?”

He’s stunned and his mind is racing a mile a minute. She thinks about him, too? He’s tried to stop his own fantasies forming as he lays in bed thinking of her. Thinking of the sounds she’d make and where her sweet spots are. Calum cups her cheek in his hand tilting her face upward. He cocks his head until her eyes are looking into his.

“Now who’s being forward?”

She lets out a grunt of frustration. “Seriously?! I’m sorry for using your bathroom, I’ll head back downstairs—why are you laughing?”

“It was a joke, sweetheart,” he coos moving even closer to her. He’s so close now he can see the color of her eyeshadow, the glittering shine on her cheeks from her highlighter. “I think about you, too.”

She swallows harshly. “You do?”

He brings his other hand to her other cheek; his hold forces her lips to purse together tempting him even more. Lips he’s always wanted to taste. Lips he’s wanted to nibble on. He takes a leap, flying on this boldness in his bloodstream and leans forward to kiss her.

Her lips are soft and taste of strawberries. He hums tracing her lower lip with his tongue and she opens up to him willingly. Their tongues meet and she gasps softly. He continues to kiss her a bit longer then pulls away, nudging his nose against hers.

“I think about you in a way that would make you blush, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his thumbs stroke the apples of her cheeks.

“Like how?” her voice shakes but her hands are steady as she grabs onto his belt buckle and pulls him forward. Her fingers dip below the waistband of his jeans and he groans at the near contact to a part of him that twitches at her touch.

“You really want to know?” he pecks her lips softly.

“Now you’re suddenly shy?” she teases, and he laughs before kissing her again.

He pauses and pulls back to look at her, laughs again and kisses her once more before pushing her into the bathroom. He kicks the door shut, dropping his hands from her face so he can lift her onto the counter. She pulls him towards her by his belt again, her legs opening to accommodate him between her thighs. Thighs that are more on display because her dress has hiked up.

Calum leans on the countertop, his hands bracing onto the edge as he stares at her.

“You want to know all the dirty thoughts I have of you?” he kisses her twice.

“Mhm…” she hums running her finger on his skin above his belt. He shivers at the touch, silently begging her to move her finger lower. “Talk dirty to me.”

“I think of how I want to make you scream my name because my tongue and lips won’t let up on your pussy,” he starts and it’s her turn to shiver at his words. Calum smirks and presses himself against her. “How I want your thighs wrapped around my head, your fingers in my hair as I take you over the edge again and again. You’re dripping on my mouth and after your eighth orgasm I’ll slide my aching, throbbing, swollen cock inside you.”

She whimpers and Calum can’t help but kiss her again. She arches her body against his, her soft parts touching the hard parts of him and his head spins.

“What do you think of?” he presses against her, lips tumbling over hers.

“You’re pinning my wrists above my head as you fuck me. Your lips all over me while your fingers take me over the edge,” she grinds herself against him and whines. “Please, Cal.”

She removes her hand from his stomach and grabs his wrist, she drags it onto her thigh. His fingers splay on her soft thigh rubbing soft circles on her flesh. Each arch widens and his finger gets closer to her heat, a heat he can already feel.

“You want me to touch you?” he asks knocking his forehead against hers. She nods. “Tell me, sweetheart.”

“Touch me, Cal, please,” she says breathlessly.

He twists his wrist moving his hand under her dress and touches her. His fingers rub against a wet patch and she moans as he drags his nail up her clothed slit. On her second moan he slips his tongue inside her mouth, his finger presses harder. They’re making out when he pushes aside the fabric and feels her arousal coat his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” he groans stroking her up and down. Her body jerks at the tease and his words. He moves his lips to her jaw as he inserts a finger slowly. She’s warm and slick and his cock twitches when he thinks of being inside her completely.

She hums when he starts pumping in and out of her slowly. Her body reacts to his motions, her breath shortening in his ear as he sucks on her neck. Soon, he picks up the pace and she starts to rock with his movements.

“Ride my fingers, baby,” he encourages, and she moves faster when he slips in another finger. “Just like that…”

He feels her clench around him, and she wraps her arms around his shoulders, her lips connecting to his neck. He thrusts in her faster, his arm straining but she’s so close and he’d be damned if he didn’t finish her off. His bicep is tightening when she is, her breath hot on his skin then she bites down hard but Calum loves it.

He continues to pump in and out of her as she comes around him. It’s so much sweeter than his fantasy. When her body relaxes, Calum drags her face from his neck so he can kiss her, his fingers still moving lazily in and out of her. She whimpers when he pulls them out completely.

He brings his hand between them, keeping his eyes on hers he takes them in his mouth to suck her juices off him. She wraps her hand around his and pulls one of his fingers into her own mouth. Their eyes are locked as they both suck her orgasm off his fingers. The whole ordeal is so hot he can’t stand it, so he removes his fingers from their mouths and gives her a sloppy kiss.

Calum rubs at his neck; his tension and anger have taken root there because he wishes he was back in his bathroom with her in front of him. With her legs wrapped around him and her moans in his ear. Something broke their bubble of ecstasy and he had to take care of some problem downstairs that Mitchy drunkenly shouted through the door.

But he promised her they’d continue this after the party.

The universe decided to place him on the unlucky side of the coin though. When he returned to the party downstairs people were freaking out because a couple of people hopped the gate and were somewhere on his property. The cops were already called, and he had to make sure whoever they were didn’t wander somewhere they really shouldn’t be. Like upstairs where she was.

For the rest of the evening, he had to speak with the cops on his front step, his irritation at the party crashers intensifying because they took him away from her. When the cops finally left with the trespassers in the back of their car, Calum headed inside on a mission to find her.

He was stopped for shots and a pass of a joint and a pipe. His head started to swim even deeper but at the forefront was still her. He finally found her by the fireplace, that Max guy talking to her with wild arm motions. Calum made a very lopsided beeline towards her then was stopped by Missy.

Missy decided to stop him by shoving her tongue down his throat and alarms went off in his head. She didn’t taste like strawberries. Her perfume was too strong it burned his nose. When he finally managed to push her away from him, Y/N’s eyes were full of hurt and shame as she watched the whole thing.

“No, Y/N—”

She pulled Max to her, lips locked on his and Calum felt like he got hit by a truck.

What happened next was a blur. Faces and voices and bodies morphed together. Calum’s head hurt. Missy felt sick so he took her upstairs where she retched in the toilet then passed out on his tile. Calum offered her his clothes to sleep in and she curled up in his bed.

He went downstairs to find Y/N, to explain that Missy was just drunk, and it didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean what happened between them in his bathroom, it didn’t come close. But he discovered she left with Max and his heart fell into his stomach.

And now here he is, surveying the aftermath of what could have been the best night of his life with her. But something always got in the way and this time, she saw it with her own eyes.

The melody from upstairs is back in his head and he finds the words that suddenly make sense in this stupid situation of bad timing.

“Something in the way she moves…. something in the way she woos me,” he sings quietly in the silent house. He’s missing a few words, but these are what’s floating in his head. “Something in the way she knows…and all I have to do is think of her—”

“Calum?”

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[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Dennis Rafkin

(Not my gif)(Requested by @bruciecaboosie​ )

(Matthew Lillard is like ...really attractive.)

- You and Dennis met through Cyrus. You worked as the mans assistant, putting together different aspects of his “missions” and taking care of whatever he told you to; oftentimes things he couldn’t be bothered to deal with himself. 

- It was during one of these “missions” that the two of you first met. Cyrus had only taken a few seconds to introduce the two of you before you were being ushered into the middle of the action. 

- As per usual, Dennis was swept up into one of his fits as the entity came closer which prompted you to kneel down beside him and try to see if he was alright. He quickly shouted for you not to touch him before apologizing, sounding a lot like he was in excruciating pain while he tried to calm himself. 

- You assure him that its okay before insisting that the two of you have to move, and quickly, before you’re right in the middle of the line of fire when the “bullets start to fly”. And thus, the two of you began to work closely with each other.

- Dennis has a habit of attaching himself to people quickly and you’re no exception to this. The minute you show yourself to be a fairly trustworthy and caring individual, the two of you find yourselves practically attached at the hip. 

- On top of him trusting you, he also sort of has a thing for you; something that’s becoming more and more apparent to him the more time you spend together, so that’s even more of an excuse for him to try and stick close to your side. 

- You’re on another one of your “missions” when he confesses his feelings for you. 

- The two of you had been hiding, concerned with not dying as a particularly dangerous “individual” wrought havoc on the rest of your team. He’d said that he had to tell you something, you asked if it could wait in disbelief, he said no, repeated the word and followed it up with a “I’m sorry, but I have to say it. I’m in love with you, okay? I’m sorry.”. 

“God, you couldn’t have told me that like an hour ago?” You scoffed incredulously but half heartedly.

- Well, of course you make it out alive; panting and frazzled but alive. You’re sitting across from each other on the floor when he looks over at you and; out of breath, asks if you want to go get some coffee with him sometime. You can’t help but laugh before you manage to pull yourself together and agree. 

- So, for your first date, the two of you go to a coffee shop, grab some hot drinks and walk around town together, talking and getting to know each other without the pressure of your boss being a few feet away. 

- The two of you share your first kiss a few months into your relationship since he; you know, can’t really touch people. You were sitting with him in his apartment after one of your dates when he asked if he could try something. 

- Before you knew it, he’d gotten up and walked over to you, leaning down and hesitating before softly pressing his lips to yours. 

- The kiss didn’t last very long but you didn’t mind; even if he was a bit disappointed in himself. You merely smiled at him and reassured him that you have all the time in the world to figure things out. 

- There’s not a ton of affection in your relationship for obvious reasons but the two of you try your best.

- You definitely have to take things slow and let him initiate a lot of what goes on between the two of you. Be prepared for him to pull away quickly or need to take a break for a while. 

- Soft, chaste kisses. 

- Quick, rough and intense kisses; usually after something dangerous happens to him and the both of you are just glad that he’s alive.

- Locking pinkies. 

- Him leaning down; most likely a bit awkwardly considering how tall he is, to press a kiss on your lips out of the blue.

- The two of you don’t cuddle but you do sleep in the same bed because you both like being able to wake up next to each other.

- Something tells me that once he’s used to you and your memories, touching you becomes somewhat of a solace to him. You and your life is familiar; compared to anything else he could encounter, so it’s like an escape whenever he touches you.

- He tends to call you honey, baby, or some kind of specific nickname that pertains to you/your relationship; usually when you’re alone.

- He has a habit of introducing you as his girlfriend to anyone and everyone. He just likes everyone knowing that you’re together right off the bat; he’s very proud. 

- He gives you quite a few compliments. Oftentimes they’re more on the teasing and playful side; i.e. him calling you hot, but other times they’re more sincere.

- Making each other laugh. He loves seeing you happy and knowing that it’s because of him.

- Meet your friendly neighborhood pushover. Dennis has such a hard time saying no to people; especially you. He may act all annoyed and be blunt; mainly because he’s annoyed at himself, but he’ll do what you ask.

- There was this time where you wanted a teddy bear or something similar and he thought that it was completely ridiculous yet, since he’s Dennis, he later bought it for you as a surprise. Now every time he sees you hugging it, or sees it laying on your bed, he can’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

- You can’t really hide anything from him considering with one touch, he can know your entire life story.

- Well, at least he’ll always remember your birthday and anniversary, right?

- Dennis doesn’t have a ton of money; Cyrus kind of fucked him in that regard, so he isn’t going to spend a fortune on you; because he doesn’t have it, but occasionally, he’ll get you a really nice thoughtful gift.

- On your anniversary, he got you a simple silver band with a little message engraved on the inside and you wear it pretty much everyday.

- Staying in a lot. Being around a ton of people that can potentially touch him, or accidentally walking near a place that people have died in, is a bit dangerous when you’re with him so the two of you tend to play it safe and make your own fun.

- Movie marathon and television dates. He’s not a huge fan of horror/thrillers but it’s sometimes funny to watch them just to see his reactions.

- Café dates; especially if you’re doing research for Cyrus together.

- Taking walks together.

- The two of you will go grocery shopping together and then cook yourselves dinner at his apartment. It’s a regular thing for the two of you; even though he himself isn’t the greatest cook.

- Wearing his sweaters. In a; sort of, weird way, it makes him feel closer to you.

- He doesn’t have a ton of friends or people that believe him when he’s talking about anything ghost related so when the two of you are together, he tends to ramble/talk a lot.

- Getting to learn and hear a lot about ghosts and other supernatural entities.

- Carefully patching and cleaning him up when things go haywire during your “missions”.

- Helping him explain things to people so that they can understand what’s going on before he has an aneurism.

- Giving him warning looks when he really needs to watch his mouth.

- He has a habit of acting like your dad, scolding you like a frustrated father would whenever you do the same stupid stuff that he does.

- As nervous and oftentimes neurotic as he is, he’s always quick to reassure you that it’s okay no matter what’s going on. He might not be the most patient but he tries his best to make sure you don’t feel bad or get too scared.

- Comforting him and trying to make sure he doesn’t blame himself too much for what happened during his time with Cyrus. “Funnily” enough, even though you were involved as well, he only ever seems to blame himself.

- Considering his ...condition, you’ll occasionally find yourself needing to try and comfort him while he’s having a “moment”. You’ll usually just stay by his side and make sure he knows that you’re there for him while he goes through the motions.

- Trying to help calm him down during stressful situations, he’s not the greatest at controlling his emotions.

- Making sure he has and takes his medication when he needs to.

- You’re pretty much the only person that he really trusts so expect him to be sort of clingy with you, only asking you questions and insisting that the two of you stay together when everyone’s splitting up.

- Do you know how much he wants to touch you? This poor boy yearns to be able to just hold your hand. Rest assured, whatever you’re feeling in regards to not being able to hold your boyfriend, he’s feeling it 100x harder.

- Sometimes you’ll just have to reassure him that you’d rather have a fucked up, abnormal life with him than a normal life with someone else; or otherwise without him. 

- And on that note: sometimes, he just really needs to hear that you care about him and that you think that he’s a good person.

- He’s an incredibly jealous person but it’s because he thinks of himself as a mess and believes that you’d be better off with someone else. He won’t do anything if he doesn’t have a reason to but the minute a guy seems flirty with you, he’s immediately at your side and being passive aggressive with them. 

- Overprotective. Dennis; to put it simply, has seen some shit so he’s constantly looking out for both you and him. It’s also helpful that he can; occasionally, see into the future and know when somethings going to happen. 

- There’s definitely a good few fights in your relationship, I mean, you saw how he can be. That being said, they don’t last very long. Usually, there’s a bit of yelling and him cursing; just in general not at you, before things are settled.

- He’ll apologize just as quickly; and neurotically, as the fight began since he usually doesn’t even mean to start one. It’s pretty easy to forgive him since; even though he can be a bit of a jerk, most of the time his reactions are understandable; as much as you’d like to not admit it.

- There's a lot of I love you’s in your relationship. If he can’t touch you than he; at least, needs to let you know how much you mean to him verbally, right?

- It’s going to be obvious throughout your relationship that Dennis is in it for the long run. He wouldn’t do all that he does; trying to overcome his psychic challenges, if he wasn’t so rest assured, he’s planning for a future with you.

[capesandshapes]

Yours (Ladynoir)

Summary:

Marinette is crushed when Lila shows up to lunch with a matebite of her own, insisting that it's from Adrien. The shock finally leads her to make a decision, one which her kitty is hesitant to agree to.

“You’re an alpha,” she said, voice shaking as she crawled closer, admitting the facts that they’d long ignored. “I’m an omega.” “I know,” he replied miserably. “You need to start pulling away, you’re starting to warm up and I can almost scent you.” "Bite me."

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Cold.

She wasn’t sure if it was her or the slow breezes rolling through Paris that night, lifting stray strands of hair and depositing them in her eyes when she needed them the least. She brushed them away, securing the hair behind her ears as she pulled herself daringly closer to the edge of the rooftop she sat upon, eyes glimpsing momentarily out to the city before her arms wrapped around her knees, pulling them in so that her chin could rest upon them.

Inwardly, she cursed the effects of biology, hot tears biting at the corners of her eyes that likely wouldn’t exist if DNA had assigned her any other role. Alpha or Beta, she could have lived with those, she could have fought through this if it were one of them-- but Omega? Of course she had to be born like this, of course she had to have that building sensation gnawing at her stomach that made actual rational thoughts a haze.

And of course Lila freakin’ Rossi had to claim to receive his mate mark, the telltale purple ring of teeth marks making it undeniable. Adrien wore scent maskers for his own sake, but it made sense that the overwhelming smell of Adrien branded cologne would have been crafted from him.  

What was supposed to be another normal lunch date with Alya had quickly devolved into her walking away alone, Lila repeatedly reassuring Alya that she gets it because, you know,  Omegas are just so emotional sometimes ! Lila might have been a Beta, but she was also a Cancer and that made her extra empathetic.  

Marinette was not a fan of astrology… or Lila. Or, as of half an hour ago, Adrien Agreste.

How could he mate  her ? Out of all the people, why Lila?

Was Marinette really that blind?  

And now she was the last one! Everyone else had already gone around biting each other-- and even if her parents said that things don’t always happen quite as early, Marinette was sick of it! Sick of being alone, sick of shivering in her nest with nothing to hold and no one to hold her-- of waiting again and again for someone to see her--

Of sitting in black and red alone on rooftops alone, because that was the only way she could even hope to escape the pinkened haze that overcame her. At least when she was Ladybug, she could think. At least when she was Ladybug no one gave her pitying looks, smelling the oncoming wave of heat approaching her and noting the perfectly pale and unmarked skin on her neck. At least when she was Ladybug, she was never really alone.

“Hey bug,” a voice from behind greeted her as if on cue. His body easily slid into the space beside her as his arm ran around the small of her back in greeting, head falling against her shoulder as he very clearly took in her miserable expression.

She didn’t speak. There was nothing really left to say, not in this situation. Instead, she let her head slump on top of his, hand finally relinquishing the grip on her knees if only to respond to him.

She was expecting him, though she wouldn’t say it. She always expected him at moments like this. She wouldn’t tell him that, or even admit it to herself but, that was the reason that she came out there half the time.

She knew, and he must have been aware as well, exactly what her partner was. She knew it from the way that one touch never felt enough, the way that he always knew the exact moments she needed him the most, and that desire that kept coming in waves over and over again to just have something-- just a little bit of him-- to keep as her own.

Chat was an Alpha and she was another blushing Omega trying to fight the tides of nature.

“You want to talk about it?” he asked, thumb drawing long, gentle strokes just below her ribs.

“No,” she lied, the hint of a sob immediately betraying her. God she was pathetic, crying over the matebite of a boy that she never had any claim to to begin with.

“Mhm.”

His disbelief was evident, coaxing out of her, as it always did, the truth of her misery. She tried to bite it back, but it came tumbling out as usual, every little thought that she didn’t want anyone to know. “Do you ever feel like we’re falling behind? Like everyone else is onto something and they’re moving on, and you’re just dragging on behind them. Everyone has someone, absolutely everyone now, and here I am just struggling to get by.” Her eyes drifted to his neck, momentarily eyeing the pale, unmarked skin there, “well not everyone, but--”

“You feel alone,” he summarized, voice sounding like he knew about being alone in the seemingly endless ways that she did.

“Very alone,” she confirmed, allowing her knees to fall to the side and her body to slump further into his with a sigh of defeat. “Someday you’re going to have an omega and I’m not going to have this anymore, and I’m going to have to learn to get by. You’re going to be in love and I’ll be happy for you, but miserable at the same time.”

“I’m not going to have an omega,” he laughed, pulling his head out from under hers with a grin. He leaned further into her vision, exaggeratedly rolling his eyes at her. “How would I get the time? I told you, I’m a college student and I plan to be a college student for many years more. There’s no way I can balance that, being a superhero, friends, and work all at the same time. By the second week she’d be wearing turtleneck sweaters around me in case the thought so much as crossed my mind.”

“You say that now…”

“I say that every single time you bring up that ridiculous idea,” Chat shook his head, settling back in beside her. “Besides, I told you, I have a lot to get over before I can so much as think of meeting someone new,” he said pointedly, eyes trained on the city but a hint of a smirk still on his lips.

Right.

“What if it was me,” she began. It was normally a hypothetical statement, one which he responded to with grandiose visions of moonlight nights, well-padded nests, and an insistence that he would wear the mark on his neck as if one of honor. She loved when he responded like that, when he gave her all those fantasies to fixate on later in the night. That night it didn’t feel so hypothetical.

“You’ve gone delirious from heat,” Chat said, his eyes dropping back down to his lap.  

“I’ve not,” she said, though her heart had begun to beat like she was already gone. Too much excitement, too much want. Chat, chat, chat, chat-- how could she ever imagine Adrien at her side when Chat was the one who was always there?

Mating didn’t have to be about love-- but could she deny that she loved him just a little bit?

“Ladybug,” he warned.

She wouldn’t listen to him, wouldn’t let herself be swayed by things such as logic and reason. “Ladybug and Chat Noir, we’re two halves of a whole! It makes sense!” She insisted, grabbing his hands as he began to pull away, hoping that the clarity in her eyes would convince him of how overwhelmingly present she was at that moment. “Chat, I--”

“What about the other guy?” He interrupted, pulling back.

“He has someone,” she replied, the immediately flinched at the way that his eyes widened. Before he could pull away, she lunged forward, face just inches from his as she tried to keep his gaze. “It’s not like that, we’re not like that. I mean maybe I realized because of that but you’re--” She exhaled, hands tightening around his as an overwhelming need to pull closer gnawed at her. No doubt he saw her pupils grow as she looked at him, really looked at him.

It was biology, plain and simple. They’d been sidestepping the boundaries of desire through suits and determination, now she was really looking at him and she couldn’t fight back the blood of an omega loudly begging for more.

“You’re an alpha,” she said, voice shaking as she crawled closer, admitting the facts that they’d long ignored. “I’m an omega.”

“I know,” he replied miserably. “You need to start pulling away, you’re starting to warm up and I can almost scent you.”

She was, wasn’t she? She was starting to feel miserably warm, miserably close to the edge of the cliff known as heat-- a place where logical thoughts and awareness went to die. She didn’t want to drop it, to lose herself to desire and have him write it off as a onetime moment of insanity. More than that, she didn’t want him to give in and the moment to be lost to her in the haze of need. “Bite me,” she half commanded, half begged him. A part of her was terrified that he wouldn’t agree, that she was so terrible an omega that he no longer wanted her.

His eyes clenched shut, hands desperately clenching down onto hers as he tried to inhale and gather enough air to hold his breath. Unfortunately, there was too much of her lingering in the air for him not to recognize.  

His eyes snapped open, body jerking back as the scent of vanilla and cinnamon lingered in the air, her wettened eyes staring back at him. She knew from that motion alone, a hint of a sob escaping her as doubt, the kind bred by those awful hormones, began to overtake her. He knew, he knew exactly who she was now.

His hands pulled away from hers and a sob racked her body, the fear of rejection overcoming her. It wouldn’t be because she was Marinette, Chat liked Marinette for who she was, it would be because she’d waited too long. It would be because he’d actually already done the moving on thing, he’d just lied to placate her.  

His body turned to face her wholly and it was worse, so much worse than knowing Adrien had chosen Lila. It was worse than sitting alone, worse than looking at the mark on Alya’s throat and being reassured that it would happen someday, worse than every single time he vanished at an Akuma’s hands and she had to worry whether he would come back or not.

No, with this he would change it all. They’d still work together but there wouldn’t be moments like this. He would pull away, he would--

His lips gently touched the tip of her nose, bringing her back to reality.

“Do you hear me, Marinette?” he said, checking that it was still here, that she was not lost yet. His face was close, far too close, and her lips fell open in awe at the way the gold of his hair caught the moonlight. “I said yes,” he explained, thumb brushing a stray tear from underneath her eye. “Only if you’re here, but yes.” A beautiful smile crossed his lips at her ragged exhale, his forehead brushing against hers. The smell of apple, cheese, and that little bit of sweetness was overwhelming, so much better than the expensive cologne she’d once inhaled. “I need to hear you say it, I’m not going to mark you if you’re gone.”

“I love you,” not at all the words she meant to say but looking at the deep green in front of her, she couldn’t say anything else. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know who was under the mask, or that someday she’d have to explain the mark to someone else. It most certainly did not matter that Lila had Adrien’s mark because, looking at the man in front of her she knew; it was Chat, it was always Chat.

And to him, it was always Marinette.

One bite, and that was all it ever would be.

There was nothing comparable to his responding smile, she was almost disappointed by how suddenly it was taken away when his lips brushed against hers, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of her mouth. Her eyes closed as he moved to her neck, exposing that juncture between throat and shoulder to her so easily. One inhale, the pressure rising in her chest and…

“I love you too, Marinette.”

The world flashed as teeth collided with flesh.

[plus-size-reader]

Vulnerable

Henry Bowers x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1162 words

Warnings: Henry is cruel about the reader’s weight. 

Summary: Henry isn’t capable of letting anyone get close to him

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You never planned to be in this position.

Under Henry Bowers, his hot breath fanning your face, your body sandwiched between his own and the leather backseat of Belch Huggins Trans Am.

You knew better than anyone that before moving to Derry, you never would have even given a thug like him the time of day, but there was just something about him.

Something about this place that just forced your hand.

To be fair though, you liked Henry.

You really liked Henry or else you wouldn’t be here in the first place but there was one thing gnawing at you even as he peppered kisses to your neck.

...Henry was a bad guy.

In all the time since you and Ben had moved to Derry, he had been making your brother’s life a living hell, along with his friends. There was no other way to explain it.

Henry liked to torment other people, especially those he deemed weaker than him and that wasn’t something anyone should have just brushed off.

He’d practically mutilated your brother a few days ago, carving into him like a ham on christmas but you still agreed to come out with him tonight.

In a lot of ways, it made you no better than him.

What was wrong with you?

Clearly, a lot.

You knew that if he wasn’t attracted to you, there was a good chance Henry would have treated you just as poorly. In fact, you were almost sure of it.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“What are you thinking about?” Henry asked finally, separating from you ever so slightly in an attempt to look you in the face. It was dark, especially in the backseat, but he could see well enough.

You were thinking about something, Henry knew that much.

This had been your idea, getting in the backseat, but now that you were here, the faint taste of cigarette on your tongue, you weren’t nearly as enthusiastic as you had been.

...And you weren’t even sure why.

By all accounts, Henry Bowers was hot.

He was a bad boy with an attitude and reputation to match, though he clearly had a soft spot somewhere, even if you hadn’t quite cracked the code yet.

It was like catnip for a girl like you, but that pesky fact was just gnawing at you.

He was a bully, and a real jerk when he wanted to be. There was no way that you could avoid that sort of thing, even if you did like having his hands all over you.

“Do you like me? Or, is this all we are?” you wondered, genuinely curious. Frankly, you didn’t care either way but it would be nice to clarify first.

After all, if Henry just wanted to spend time with you in the dead of night, jammed in the back of his buddy’s car, that was fine by you. It just wasn’t lost on you that there was a potential for him to care about you.

In some ways, Henry was a broken toy and you’d always had a soft spot for people like that. Not to mention if he kept humming in your ear like that, your heart would probably burst.

You just wanted to make sure that he knew what he was getting into.

“What kind of question is that?” He groaned, leaning down to capture your bottom lip between his teeth briefly, biting down just hard enough to make you wince.

What more could you have expected from him, really?

“I’m just wondering if the kissing bridge is all I’m good for or if you’re gonna call me next time your pops pistol-whips you” you shrugged, admittedly being a little harsh.

You couldn’t help it.

Henry was harsh all the time, the least you could do was give him a taste of his own medicine on occasion.

You two hadn’t known each other for very long in the grand scheme of things but you could tell well enough that he was the sort of man who had to be baited into conversation.

...And you had no problem doing that.

He may have been rough around the edges, but he had no clue what he was dealing with as far as you were concerned. You may have looked like a sweet summer child, but you would be the death of him if he wasn’t careful.

“How did you-?” he started, but stopped as soon as you reached around, gingerly running your fingernail over the raised flesh of a scar along his spine.

You weren’t an idiot.

You may not have cared about very many people but you were perceptive enough. There had to be some reason he was so cruel right? You just assumed his bastard father was the culprit.

“This is fine, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t want you to fall in love with me” you teased, giving him a small wink that he just barely caught, still floundering some.

Now, you weren’t sure what it was exactly that made him act the way he did. Maybe it was because you’d struck a nerve, or maybe it was because you were right. In any case, you earned an eye roll from him. It took a second, but it did come, after he’d got himself back together, all proof of your earlier makeout long gone.

All he could do now was try to figure out how he could get the upper hand in this situation  and once he’d decided he couldn’t, he did the only other thing he knew to do.

He got mad.

“Get out”

It was little more than a mutter and even in the close quarters the two of you were holding right now, you just barely caught it. However, when you made no motion to move, he got more upset.

“I said get out! Get your lard ass out of the car” he yelled, shocking you at that.

You should have seen it coming, as Henry frequently acted like every other person in the world was nothing more than a mirror for his hatred. However, you thought you didn’t count in that regard. You thought you’d made it pretty clear that you weren’t just some kid he could bully.

Sure, whatever it was you two shared, it wasn’t all that personal but you thought it would at least keep him from being cruel but you were wrong.

This was who he really was.

You were tempted to speak, but upon seeing his reflection there, only lit by the faint glow of the streetlight a few feet away, you stopped. He had his arms crossed, jaw tensed as he stared out the window.

“Tell your dad I said hi” you spit, crawling over the front seat and out of the car, letting the door slam behind you without any care for the noise.

You should have known better than to think that he could ever actually care for anyone.

[drakewalkerfantasy]

The art of love. (Tatum x F!MC) NSFW

Summary: When all the truth is out, they are finally free to love each other. At least just today... at least just now. But will it be enough to protect them from Mrs. President or will the truth finally get out?

Words: 3586

Authors notes: I really hope you will enjoy this. Please let me know if still want to be tagged and what I can improve. Huge thank you for @jamespotterthefirst​ for proofreading and reading this for me and being amazingly supportive friend. Also huge thank you for @choices-bound​ for being supportive and also reading this before I published. 

Raiting: NSFW/18+

**Warnings: SEX/LOTS OF IT/PLEASE NO MINORS**

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Even before she could finish the sentence... even before she could say anything else, his lips were on hers. Kissing her hard and deep. Desperate. The way she’d never been kissed before, teeth and tongue clashing, making her toes curl and her mind freeze. Silencing all the thoughts that she had only a fraction of a second prior. He tasted like a mixture of citrus and coffee, and she moaned, when her tongue met his. Feeling how his growl reverberated against her lips, while his hands roughly gripped her hips pulling her even closer to his body. Rocking it against hers. His kisses, wet and sloppy. His fingers digging into the softest skin he ever felt. And his voice, rasped and husky, coming in short huffs between kisses, making her wetter than she ever was.

“I’m not sure if I can hold back,” he groaned in desperation when Claire's hips grounded into him. Her head falling back with a whimpering noice. Feeling how her insides went to mush, when his lips slide against her neck. Leaving wet trails and tiny bites against its column. His hands shaky on her hips, and she could feel how the barely constrained desire was seeping through his voice. “I... I didn’t have anyone for awhile... I just... I couldn’t, not when you were so close... not when the only one I wanted was you,” his voice low and husky, making her toes curl.

“Then don’t... please don’t hold back,” she chocked out, her voice needy and pleading. Wanting to confess that it was the same for her. That he was all she wanted. That he was all she daydreamed about for days... weeks... month. For too long to be able to hold back. But instead she let out a shuddering breath. Making an animalistic growl to leave his throat.

Instantly, and without changing positions he rolled her onto her back. Her legs fell open before she locked them behind his back. Her hand moving to his neck, pulling him so close that it seemed that every part of her body melted into his. Her other hand was already working on his belt, feeling the throbbing proof of his desire against her belly. Wanting nothing more but to give herself fully to the man she loves. To the man she always loved. And to the man who suffered so much because he loved her. Always loved her.

Her fingers gently grazed the front of his pants, while dragging the zipper down, causing his body to jerk slightly with a sharp inhale. Roughly he grounded his hips into hers as if warning her not to toy with him. As if telling her that if she will test him some more the barely restrained control that is left in him will snap and he will have her. Right here... right now... like that. Willing and desperate. Hard and rough. The low animalistic growl that left his throat and the tightened grip on her hips affirming the statement he made just a moment ago. And the rasped words that left his lips, that continued devouring her neck, were the final affirmation she needed.

He wanted her... He desired her... He craved her...

“Stop,” he growled. His teeth snapping against Claire’s neck in a warning, before he drew a long lick along it. “I can barely hold back from not to fuck you...”

“I said, don’t,” Claire moaned, throwing her head back, arching her back and straining like a string along Tatum’s body. Her legs still firmly locked behind him, while she lifted her hips up grinding herself against his hardness. Wanting nothing else, but to be his, to finally let herself go and be loved by the man who suffered so much only because he was unfortunate enough to love her. She could still feel his pain and heartache, and all the ways he tried to hold back as if afraid for them both to get hurt and burned. As if afraid to harm her. And it hurt her in the way she never felt before. And she loved him... oh God... how much she loved him. All of him. How stoic he was... how strong he was, despite everything her mother brought him through... and how loyal he was to the people he loved... and he loved her. And oh God... how much he loved her.

She felt how her tears dried out by his kisses. Felt how his hand slowly dragged her dress up... higher and higher. Felt how he shifted between her legs slightly lifting his hips up, finally letting her push his suit pants down his body, kicking them all the way off. Her eyes widened when they slid to his hardness, noticing how his length stood proudly between his legs. Gasping in surprise, when she realised he wore no underwear. Her mouth watering, and she could feel how the heat between her legs intensified. He looked good... so good that she could feel how her desire spiked up just from the look at his length. Her lips dried out, and the tip of her tongue ran over them, making them glisten again. Her heart pounded violently inside her chest, and her hand ran toward his hardness wanting... needing to touch him. But before she could his strong hand grabbed hers and pinned them to the windows bench’s mattress. The low animalistic growl emanated from the depth of his throat, when her hips rose, thrusting against his throbbing hardness. And all what separated them was a thinnest material of her underwear dampened by her juices.

He kissed her vigorously, loosening his tie. His hands working on the tight knot around his neck, letting go of her hands. Letting her work on the buttons of his white shirt. Her movements were so desperate that he could hear the quiet thud of the buttons hitting the floor. His hands as desperate as hers working impatiently on the thin material of her panties, ripping them off with one rough tug. His hands reaching the hem of her white summer dress and in one fluid motion jerking it off her. His shirt and blazer joined it only a second later on the floor. And when his eyes finally met hers they were already pitch black and dilated, like two dark coals burning in the dim lights. His eyes roaming her body hungrily, while hers taking him in. And by the time their gazes met again they barely could breath from desire and heat rising between them.

Their lips colliding in a passionate all consuming kiss, while Claire’s hips rolled against Tatum’s hardness making him groan in desperation before pulling slightly away. His gaze taking her in, feeling as if all air was knocked out of him. Feeling as if he cannot breath. Her lips puffy from the force of his kisses, her eyes hooded and her breasts rose and fell unevenly with each breath she took. In this moment he knew that if they would not slow down now he would be undone just by looking at her, just from the look in her deep chocolate eyes. She was so breathtakingly beautiful... and she was all his. Finally his.

He could feel how his body shook slightly from barely constrained desire. His forehead dropping to hers and his chest heaving with the heavy breaths. His eyes half closed and their breaths mingled.

“Are you okay?” whispered Claire, running her hand soothingly over his back.

“Yes...,” he breathed. “I just... need a moment,” he added after a beat, while his hand moved to her cheek, swiping a thumb across it and kissing her gently. “You are beautiful,” he whispered against her lips. So close to hers that she could feel his hot breath fanning against them.

His hand moving slowly down her body and toward her core. So tantalisingly slowly that every brush and touch of his fingers sent a current of electricity through her, making her gasp and moan, and crave for more. He trailed his fingers down her neck, past the collarbone. His thumb brushing the undersides of her full breasts, his fingertips circling lightly around her nipples before sliding lower... and lower... and lower. Until he finally felt how her hips rose up impatiently begging for his touch. Waiting for him to oblige until finally he tantalisingly slowly ran his fingers over her folds, parting her gently and pushing inside. He could feel how her juices coated his fingers, while he started to move them slowly in and out of her. His thumb pressed firmly against her swollen nub, drawing tight circles over it. Feeling how her body trembled from his touch and her moans came as a breathy sighs.

“Oh God,” he sighed, feeling how her body shook along with his. Her thighs tensed, and she gasped while her eyes widened, feeling how her body started to tremble under his touch.

“Tatum...,” she wept almost pleadingly, throwing her head back, while his fingers touched her in the way no one else’s ever did. His thumb rolling over her clit as his long digits urged in and out of her not stopping even for a second until he felt her to fall apart. He could feel how her body tensed clutching at him desperately, the soft cry leaving her throat, while he held her close to his body gently helping her back down from her heights.

“Are you okay?” he whispered tenderly after a moment, brushing away the dump stray of her hairs. His fingers lingering just for a little bit longer, before pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, patiently waiting for her reply.

“Uhuh...,” she managed weakly, her eyes closed and her breathing shallow. Her fingers tracing across his abs, wanting him so much that it was hard to breathe. Wanting him to know that this is so much more than just physical and so much more than words could ever describe. “I just...,” she breathed, barely able to open her eyes to meet his. “I just... I... I never came so quickly. Oh my God, I cannot believe you made me come so embarrassingly quickly. And also so hard... it was mind blowing. I... I never had mind blowing orgasms,” she babbled, feeling how he nuzzled into her neck, chuckling softly. And the light blush crept up her neck colouring her cheeks. But the desire never faded, burning even stronger within her. Her digits inching closer and closer to his hardness, the question itching on the tip of her tongue. “Do you... do you have a condom?” She finally blurted, feeling how the blush on her cheeks only deepened from how wanton and desperate she have sounded. Feeling how his fingers closed around her wrist, moving it to the mattress, pinning her slightly against it.

“N-no..., I... I don’t... I didn’t think that...,” he replied with a growl. Frustrated at himself that he didn't think about that before, so hard already that it was difficult to move. Angry at himself that if she wouldn’t ask he wouldn’t even remember about protection. Wanting her so much, that he even didn’t care.

“But do you... do you want to?”

“Yes… Oh God, YES,” he whispered the answer in a low growl, making her body shift against him with desire. “But we... we cannot... we don’t have... Oh God,” he moaned, when she raised her head slightly, just enough for her lips to graze along his collarbone sucking at his skin before letting it go with a pop. He felt how his hardness throbbed impatiently against her thigh not able to think clearly anymore. “I want you so goddamn much. I always wanted you... But I never assumed that we... I even couldn’t have dreamed that we ever would... I...,” blurted Tatum, his head falling in the crook of her neck inhaling her sweet floral scent. His breath shallow and he groaned, cursing under his breath, feeling how her thighs squeezed his sides. Sending tiny currents of electricity down his spine. Her voice was so tiny and soft and low that he barely caught the next words that left her lips. The words that made him throb and pulse ten times harder than prior.

“We still can... I’m on pills... it’s... it’s safe.”

“Are you...,” he swallowed hard, raising his head to meet her eyes. The desire and fear that she will regret it later, fighting each other, while his voice as a husky whisper left his throat. “Are you sure? I don’t want to...”

“Please... I need you...” she spoke quietly, the last words got lost by his lips pressed to hers. Kissing her so gently that she could swear that she dreamed it all, if not for a weight of his body pressed to hers. Her lips opened willingly, when his tongue swiped at the seam of them. Kissing her deeply and slowly, while his free hand guided his cock to her pussy.

He entered her slowly... slower than she expected. Making her hips rise in desperation for more... for deeper thrusts, but instead of complying she felt him gently placing his hands on her hips holding them down to the mattress. Pushing painstakingly slowly into her, feeling how warm and damp she was for him already. Feeling how perfect she felt around him. His lips running from her lips to her temple, pressing softly to it with a quiet growl. His eyes closed, trying to suppress his desire to thrust harder, to move faster. Not sure if he would be able to hold any longer if he would move even an inch. She could feel how his muscles tensed flexing under her touch until he finally moved inside her, thrusting deeper, sharper. His mouth moving back to hers pressing harder against it, swallowing a sharp inhale of air leaving her throat.

“Are you... are you okay?” he asked with concern lacing his voice. His eyes still closed and his breathing shallow against her lips. His hands stretched, shaking slightly, while he held his body up, desperately trying not to put his whole weight on her and not to thrust.

“Yes... and don’t you dare to stop now,” she breathed against his lips and this was all the command he needed. His hips started to rock against her, picking up the pace, making her moan and gasp against his lips. Making her body alight with so many sensations, while he thrusted inside her over and over, filling her fully, that she thought she will explode. Her toes curl, and her mind go fuzzy. Making her forget her own name while the pleasure overflowed her. Almost there... almost falling apart... almost exploding. But still not enough. Knowing that he still held back the part of him she so wanted him to unleash after getting a taste of it through his kisses. Rough and hard and all consuming. The ones that made her body, alight and burning in so many ways but one, and in the way it never did with anyone else. With the groan of desperation she tightened her legs and rolled him onto his back, taking him by surprise. Her knees firmly settled by either side of him, and her hands firmly splayed over his chest. His cock slipping deeper inside her, making her gasp from how full and complete she now felt. Her hips lifted hesitantly up before lowering herself back onto him, feeling how his hips lifted to meet hers halfway. Their bodies slap together with the groans, both too far gone to hold back. Both too tired of pretending.

His hands coming to her hips squeezing them harder than he planned to. His eyes never leaving hers, while his hips thrusted up to meet hers once again. The soft moan breaking out from her on a gasp, and he could feel how her pussy clenched him harder, taking him so unbelievably deep. He gritted his teeth with the growl when he felt how her pussy squeezed him before releasing, and it took everything in him not to come first when she rode him like that with abandon. Her head was thrown back and her lips parted, while her breasts bounced, taking his breath away. Wanting nothing more but to make her come first, before fully getting lost in her.

His hand squeezed her thigh harder, begging her to slow down. Feeling that if she doesn't, he would be undone in a matter of seconds. The grunts leave his lips, while the thumb of the other hand pushed between her lips, pressing firmly down on her clit. Making her gasp and shudder.

His thumb running slowly over her nub. And he felt how her thighs tightened, squeezing around his hips as she kneeled above him. Feeling how her entire body was buzzing with pleasure, so close... so incredibly close, but still not enough.

His hips were shifting back and forth. His hand squeezing her hip, controlling the way her body moved… just a little bit... not the whole way... at least not yet. The head of him pressed against the inside of her, making her gasp a little bit more often, and then gasp again as his thumb shifted, just a fraction, but enough to make the world still. Her body tensed, while everything slowed around her before she shuddered and the thousands of fireworks exploded in front of her eyes. Blinding, scorching, burning everything around her. And she felt how the silent cry left her throat, and her hands gave way, not able to hold herself straight. Her body limply collapsing on top of his. Feeling how his hands protectively wrapped around her frame, holding her to him as his hips rise to meet hers. Finally letting go, not able to hold back anymore.

“Fuck...,” grunted Tatum, before pushing so much deeper inside her. Thrusting forcefully, while his back arched. His forehead pressed firmer to hers, before their lips met in a hot, messy, sloppy kiss. And he could feel how his hands tensed on her hips, trembling slightly against her hot skin. And before he knew it his cock started to pulsate inside her, buried deep within her warm, welcoming walls. The hot thick ropes of his cum spurting hard inside her and she felt how the sensation alone sent her spiralling ones again, making them both cry into their kiss.

After the moment, spent and exhausted they laid together on the window’s seat. Claire’s body curled against Tatum’s. Her ear pressed to his chest listening to the quiet thumping of his heart. His hands wrapped around her, while he dropped the soft blanket over their naked bodies. And she once again cradled closer to him, dreading to let him go, not wanting to come back to reality. The reality that hurt them both, to the cruel reality that almost took him away from her.

Her skin still throbbing with pleasure while he absentmindedly traced soft patterns on her forearm. "Wow…" she murmured finally, burying her face in the crook of his neck inhaling his scent so close and so familiar. “It was... wow.”

"Yes... it was wow," Tatum chuckled breathlessly against the top of her head. "I didn't think I will be able to hold as long as I did... and you... you definitely didn’t make it any easier,” he confessed, bringing her closer to him. “Are you Okay?" he asked after a while, feeling how the mood between them shifted. Knowing Claire far too well to miss how her brows creased slightly and her lips pouted.

“I'm just thinking. You said that the intel you received said that this destination was safe.... Did you ever find out why there were snipers and why they were aiming at your truck?”

“No...,” he shrugged his gaze sombered and his jaw tensed, while his fingers lazily dragged over her side, leaving a small affectionate kiss to her temple. “I and Spencer’s wife... we tried... But we got nothing. Later,I spoke about that with the rehabilitation guy I had after I came back. He also lost friends. And he also felt guilty... as if somehow it was our fault. And I still... I still feel as if somehow all of this was my fault. And Eli, he... he still trying to help me. Still looks out for me.”

“It’s not...,” said Claire turning herself in his arms to meet his eyes. Her eyes full of panic as if any minute he could push her away. As if any minute he could realise something and leave her... this time for good. Under the wrong pretence that he may hurt her as well, as if him leaving her wouldn’t hurt any less. “Ugh,” she huffed in frustration. “I’m so angry... so, so angry... It's like all of this happening because of me. And I... I feel so selfish... as all that I can think is that thank God you are alive. And you are mine. And I... I cannot lose you again. Tate, I just cannot... Not again. Not ever,” earnestly whispered Claire, pressing herself to him. Hiding her face on his chest. Feeling how his hands tensed slightly around her. Bringing her so, so much closer. That it seemed that their bodies melted together. Making themselves a promise that no matter what they will alway be together. No matter what they will never let anyone break them apart. Even if it meant to hide their feelings in public. Even if it meant to sneak together at night.

Tagging: @choices-bound​ @jamespotterthefirst​ @mercury84choices​ @k2624​

[soobrat]

*･༓☾ bloodshot // johnny ☽༓･*

chapter i // masterlist

*pairing* you x johnny + jungwoo

*chapter rating* mature

*warnings* gore (I'll put a marker up to where it starts and ends for the squeamish), explicit sexual content, mentions of slurs and sexism

*word count* 2.4k

*disclaimer(s)* I obviously don't think johnny or any other members would act this way. Please don't take anything I write seriously as it is just for fun. I in no way view idols differently and inappropriately in real life because of my smuts or any of their contents!

((TW: you “injure yourself” in this chapter but it’s not driven by any mental health circumstances))

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Well, everyone thinks you're crazy now. You really didn't think kicking a toothpick under your toenail would catch this many headlines. Or maybe it was the reason you did it that has everyone's panties in a twist.

"Popular Streamer _____ Injures Herself After Altercation with Fellow Streamer jonssuh"

You had to prove your point. You had no desire to be cordial with that son of a bitch.

"Come on, ___. You love me, right?" Johnny taps on his cheek with his index finger. The gesture was seemingly in slow motion as your blood boiled. You wanted to knock that stupid grin off his face. You balled your fists tightly as the men- no, boys laughed at his joke. Or lack thereof.

"You're so overdramatic." Lucas rolls his eyes at your stubbornness. You felt triumphant as you felt the boys getting upset. Finally their smug acts were over. It was suffocating. You glared at the two massive men as they leaned on the kitchen island, glaring back at you.

"You actually hate Johnny?" You turn to see Mark on the sofa, pushing himself forward a little so he can see beyond the other men on the sofa. His face read of concern. Good. He should be concerned.

"That's what I've been trying to fucking tell everyone. My viewers, you guys, the commentary youtubers, your viewers, everyone! I'm not joking, I was never joking, I could sleep easy knowing I'd never see Johnny again." You turn your gaze back at Johnny who had that amused smirk back on his face.

"You're so full of shit, you know that?"

"And why is that?" You maneuver around the island to stand firmly in front of the human skyscraper. You felt your adrenaline pumping as the air grew more tense.

"Okay guys this is getting stupid. Stop before you do something dumb." Taeyong piped up, you could hear the annoyance in his voice. You stayed put, awaiting Johnny's response. He tilts his head upward and crosses his arms, feigning deep thought.

"Well I don't know, you always seem to be around me. And hm... I don't know... the fact that I did nothing to you." The venom in Johnny's voice made you shift in place with glee. It was very difficult to not smile. You were successfully getting under his skin.

Finally a man among your mutual streamer friends was the one someone made squirm for someone else's amusement. No more sexism and just flat out being a jerk for shock value. Or to just solely make you feel like shit while everyone else laughed. Now you were laughing while Johnny gritted his teeth.

"You see, you did do something and you know you did. Look it's just my personal opinion that you're a piece of dog shit." You finally let a smile stretch across your features as you let one of his signature lines rip.

"Ah, so that's what this is about?" Johnny scoffed, shifting his weight.

"Those are just jokes. You always take them way too seriously."

You feel the power dynamic shifting again. No, you weren't going to let him use this idiotic defense to gain his position back.

"If those are jokes then you're a shitty comedian." You walk closer to him, looking straight into his eyes as you over-enunciate each letter in your insult.

"Everyone else seems to like them." Johnny shrugs, keeping his composure. The dynamic was shifting once more. You snort at his reply.

"Who's "everyone"? The little boys in this room?" You hear the boys grumble in protest around you.

"Or your 12 year old fans who think saying the N word is a punchline. Very impressive audience, Kevin Hart." You chuckle. Johnny stayed quiet for a while nodding as he shifted back and forth. You could feel how no one was on your side, but you muscled forward, trying to ignore it.

"So you're telling me you hate me, because of some stupid jokes-"

You laugh loudly.

"Of course you take two steps back when you're backed into a corner."

"We're not stupid, ____. I get it, I'm a popular streamer and beef with me would get you some decent numbers. But keep it on stream, babe." He pats your shoulder and attempts to move past you.

"I would rather kick a toothpick under my toenail than be forced to coexist with you. I promise it's not a publicity stunt." You cross your arms tightly.

"Oh yeah?" Johnny's footsteps thunder past you as he reaches for a package of toothpicks. He brings them to the island, dumping them onto the countertop. Countless toothpicks clatter onto the granite, some spilling over onto the linoleum tiles. The guys groan and protest in the background, most notably, Taeyong.

"See- This is what the fuck I'm talking about, man. You guys are so fucking ridiculous."

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It was the anger that Taeyong didn't understand why you loathed this man. It was the way Johnny's nostrils flared at you as he gestured to the toothpicks that egged you on. Your movements are theatrical as you take two fingers to lift a single toothpick from the countertop.

"No fucking way?!" Lucas cackled in disbelief. Everyone watched in awe as you saunter to the nearest wall, placing the toothpick under your right big toenail.

"____ cut it out! What the fuck?" Taeyong shot up from the couch, attempting to stop you but it was too late. The mixture of searing pain and screeches of disbelief and disgust overwhelmed your senses. The room spun as your eyesight faded in and out. You stumbled backwards but Taeyong caught you before you could fall. Your toe was burning hot while blood ran down from the wound in various directions. You didn't want to look at it. Taeyong scoops you up and quickly whisks you away to the bathroom.

The maddening discourse was just blurred background noise as Taeyong sat you on the toilet. Your vision was going blurry, hearing going in and out as Taeyong reprimanded you. You couldn't decipher a word he was saying.

"Could you shut up and take it out please." Hot tears poured down your cheeks. Taeyong paused, shutting the bathroom door. The decrease in volume brought you back down to earth. Unfortunately, this meant the pain was clear as well. You inhale sharply before exhaling shakily. Your foot shook violently as you finally saw the viscera. You whimpered worriedly, in disbelief at yourself. Your hands shook as well as you grabbed for something, anything. One hand landed on Taeyong's arm. The other tugged a towel off a bar, the poorly assembled bar coming down as well with a loud clang.

You began to sob, not knowing how to deal with the excruciating pain. You choked, looking away as Taeyong finally removed the toothpick. Your lips tremble as you attempt to stifle your sobs. You squeeze Taeyong's arm but your body never stops shaking.

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"I'm sorry... I didn't know you were serious."

"You still laughed." Your voice quivered. The words came out louder than you anticipated. Johnny probably heard that. Great.

You hiss loudly as Taeyong applies peroxide.

"You need to go to the hospital, this is worse than I thought."

"Yeah, whatever." You stay turned away from him and the wound. You hear him sigh.

You gave permission to Lucas to tell the story on his stream. You wanted people to know that you will not just sit pretty and giggle while a greasy man talks down to you. You do not associate with Johnny Suh. And now the world finally understood this fact.

Except, your plan backfired. People think you're insane. For good reason. The more days go by, the more idiotic you feel. Of course if backfired. Also, "jonssuh" was bigger than you. Of course people would side with him no matter what.

"People hate me now." You see the opportunity to steal Jisoo's knight, so quickly you do so.

"Checkmate." Jisoo utters as you realize your king is fucked from all directions.

"Fuck."

"You always take the bait so fast. Also, who cares if a bunch of racist white boys hate you. They're all probably 13 anyways." Jisoo starts to put the pieces away but you stop her.

"One more round. Also, that's what I said. But let's be real, they're not all 13. Full grown adults are calling me over-sensitive. Some of them are female as well. That shit hurts." You set up your side with a pout.

"Even so, their opinions still don't matter. They have horrible senses of humor. If "go make me a sandwich" makes them laugh, their opinion is no longer valid." You make you first move.

"I guess."

Even so, the comments and tweets still stuck in your brain. Some of the boys defend you over social media which made you feel a lot better. At the same time, however, it made you feel worse. Your mind flashes back to that night, the things the guys screamed were finally clear.

Mark was just repeating "oh my god" over and over while gagging. Lucas obnoxiously screamed "YOOO!". Typical. While Johnny... well he pressed both hands to either side of his head, repeating,

"You were serious?"

Yes you dipshit. How could he be so dense?

How are men this influential over you?

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You wished Jungwoo streamed. He's so funny and sweet. Not to mention he would stick up for you with no hesitation when you were with the other streamers.

"I would've just slapped him as soon as he said you take his "jokes" too seriously."

"I know." You melted into Jungwoo as he traced shapes into your arm. Your cheek squished against his bare chest as his other hand smoothed over your hair. Your legs tangled together under the covers. Jungwoo kicks them away, muttering something about being hot. The motion causes his legs to brush firmly against your panty clad core. You whimper, digging your nails into the flesh of his bicep.

"Are you needy, princess?"

You nod sheepishly, humping lightly against his leg. He climbs on top of you, spreading your legs apart with his own. He grinds his bulge against your mound, sending shots of electricity up your legs. You look up into his dark eyes. His dark hair messy and half wet. His mouth hung open as he looked at your half naked figure with want.

You twitch, trying desperately to get as much friction as possible. His motions deepen as he grinds against you. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His thrusts get shorter, brushing perfectly against your hardened clit. Your lips brush against his, both breathing heavily. Your moans become audible as your legs quiver slightly.

He pulls away before freeing his newly erect penis. He jerks it a few times before pushing your panties aside and entering your sopping hole. Strangled noises escape your throat as he bottoms out. You use your legs to pull him even closer. You whimper loudly at how deep his tip burrowed into you.

His hips are poetic as they sway back and forth. His cock was warm and hard as a rock as it moved in and out of you. Your noses bump against each other as he bites your bottom lip. His moans whine and tempt as they twist into your ears. He bites the lobe of your left ear as his love noises increase in volume. You dig your heels into his ass as you let out shallow open-mouthed breaths.

Jungwoo slides his hands underneath your ass to give it a firm squeeze. While doing so he pushes himself even deeper than you imagined he could go. You curse and writhe, raking his back with your fingernails. You bite his shoulder, tears threatening to spill as your stomach tightens. Your wetness spread all over both of your upper thighs. His cock was nearly lost in a sea of your juices as it plummeted deep inside you.

Getting closer, you start bucking upwards. You chased your high feverishly, encouraged by the passion behind your hatred for Johnny Suh. You thought of him. You thought of him as you snapped your hips towards Jungwoo's. You grunt hungrily, thighs quaking as you blindly chased your high.

"I'm so fucking close-" You breathe out as you grind your hips up to meet his. He snaps his hips against yours, movements more erratic and moans more determined. Your pelvis feels hot, stomach tightly wound, and legs going increasingly numb as his cock barreling into you sends you over the edge. Your moans border on a scream as you tug at Jungwoo's hair.

You trail your nails down his neck and back as he continues to thrust sloppily. His hips snap violently a few more times as he ribbons sperm into you. Your chests heave against each other, skin searing hot to the touch.

"Is all that pent up frustration gone now?" He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck as he laughs. You just nod breathlessly. Your stomach flutters as he peppers soft kisses all over your neck and shoulder.

"I could tell that guy really pissed you off."

"Well it was more than just Johnny."

You were both silent for a moment.

“Taeyong too?” He lifts his head to look at you cautiously. You just nod wordlessly.

“It’s also the constant losing fight. I think it may be better to just separate myself from them completely.”

Jungwoo slides off of you, snuggling into your side.

“It must be really difficult.”

You pout slightly, tears pricking at your eyes. You were being such a baby.

“Yeah.”

“Especially with Taeyong not siding with you before the toothpick intervened. I honestly thought you and Taeyong would be an item.”

“Me too.” You chuckled, it seemed so stupid now.

“But he’s in a relationship now, with someone he knows I’ve hated for years now.” Saying it out loud, you couldn’t chuckle anymore.

“This is just a shitty situation, huh?” You force a smile, looking over at Jungwoo. He was far from smiling, however. It almost looked like he was going to cry for you.

“I’m so sorry you have to go through this, ___.” Jungwoo snuggled even closer to you, nuzzling his head into your shoulder again.

“Yeah, me too.” You replied numbly. You didn't know if you regretted Lucas telling his stream or... the entire thing.

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[thetierdslytherin]

The Avatar’s sister

Bolin x reader(korra’s sister)

2k words and it’s kinda poorly edited 

a/n there’s some cuss words and some violence?

“We were just looking for the bathroom and we got lost!”

“Ah the old I had to pee excuse you know i'm sick and tired…” I don’t catch the rest of what he's saying because I see a teenage boy dressed in pro bending gear or as I like to call him our way out of this situation. I motion for him to come over praying to the spirits that he can read the room.

          “There you two are, I've been looking everywhere for you two! It's alright Toza there with me” Up close I can see that it's actually Bolin the earth bender for the fire ferrets. Spirits can my day get any better. I've seen a few pro bending matches before and listened to even more. One of the few perks of being the avatar’s sister. While she spends her days training on air temple island I spend my days wandering the city my favorite pastime being watching pro bending matches.Spirits he looks even better up close 

          “Yeah were with him” I say flashing the man a million watt smile and he responds with 

           “so you see we’re together” Oh I like where this is going. Before I can respond Korra replies

            “well not together together” speak for yourself Korra. I'm more than happy to be together together with him. He starts to stammer embarrassed by Korra words so I try to save all of us 

            “You see Toza Bolin and I are together and my sister was just tagging along with us.” Please let this work, if not Tenzin is going to kill me for letting korra go out with me.

           “Ah I don't care I got work to do” the man begins to walk away and I pull the stammering duo out of the room before either of them could blow our cover. I turn around to see a blushing Bolin and a confused looking Korra, I really need to teach her how to pick up on social cues 

           “I’m y/n, a big fan of yours, so Bolin why don't you show the two of us around” I say while grabbing his bicep motioning for him to lead. Bolin showed us around for a while before leading us into an area overlooking the arena “So what do you think best seats in the house huh?” It really is you can see the whole arena from up here and it's much less crowded than the seats in the stadium plus there isn't a guy as easy on the eyes as Bolin down there. 

           “Oh absolutely the view just keeps getting better and better” it's not often that I get to meet people as just y/n, not the avatar's sister, or korra's younger sister. It's nice to be myself around someone knowing that they're not using me to get to the avatar. Besides from what I've seen Bolin is too sweet and innocent to do that anyways.

          “Unbelievable this place is even more amazing than I imagined” I let out a small chuckle at Korra's words. It's nice to see her getting excited at the smallest things, it shows me that she can still be a kid and not burdened by the weight of the world. It makes sneaking out and a possible chewing out from Tenzin worth it “Names Bolin by the way”

“Korra” “I know” they both look at me waiting for an explanation “well i'm just a huge fan of yours” I pause “well the fire ferrets in general” 

“Psst Bolin”

“Yeah” 

“I told you you have to stop bringing your crazy fangirls in here before the matches get them out of here” His older brother Mako whispers this to him Korra and I both hear due to the fact that they suck at whispering. It almost hurts my feelings that we aren't the only ones he brought back here but then again he's not the first guy i've flirted with here. Though he is the first guy i've flirted with that seems so...innocent.

          “Aw c'mon Mako I kinda promised them that they could stay but I got a good feeling about them there's something special about the two of them. I know it” Well he's half right there. I wonder why he lied to his brother so we could stay. He never promised us we could stay back here. Some part of me hopes it's because he's interested in me too. “Come here I want you to meet my brother Mako” he says eagerly pulling me towards him 

          “Mako! Wow I heard you play on the radio” oh boy she's totally fangirling. I personally don’t see what's so interesting about Mako or his brooding douchebag act “cmon Bolin we’re up” Mako says completely ignoring Korra walking past her, see brooding douchebag. Korra not taking the hint turns to Bolin “or I could meet him later”

           “yeah he gets real focused before a match anyways wish me luck” his comment makes me laugh. Something about the positive energy he radiates is infectious. He jogs away, I yell “good luck Bolin” followed by “good luck knock em out” from Korra 

         “So do i have to be the one to say mako is bad news or i have to let you figure it out yourself” I cross my arms giving her my best ‘i know better than you’ look. While Korra may be the older sister, only by 11 months might I add, she doesn't act it. I blame all of her teachers and instructors for never letting her live when she was younger. Now that she's basically an adult seeing the world for the first time she's very sheltered.

          “He is not bad news y/n you heard bolin he was just focused for the match! Besides, did you see him?” let her figure it out for herself it is.

          “Yes and i also saw you drooling at him” I tease 

          “Oh please like you were any better with Bolin you were practically throwing yourself at him” these are the best moments when we can just goof off.

“First off I do not throw myself at anyone, he's just sweet and insanely hot. Secondly which one of us actually has experience with boys” she opens her mouth to defend herself before quickly shutting it. Got her there. “Exactly now pay attention the match is starting” We both turn and lean on the balcony watching the start of the match.

           “The rookie ferrets came out of nowhere and made it further than anyone expected this season but tonight they face their toughest test yet folks” we watch the two teams trading back and forth blows until the fire ferrets ultimately win with Mako knocking all 3 members of the opposing team into the water. I turn to Korra to ask how her first ever pro bending match was but stopping when I see her and Mako holding each other's gazes.

          “Yes! Whoo did you see that one more win and were in the championship tournament!” Bolin yells running into the room skidding to a halt in front of me “so what'd you think y/n?” he looks down at me trying to conceal his excitement waiting for me to answer him looking happier than i've ever seen him-if that's possible. 

           “You guys were amazing Bolin!” I practically yell pulling him into a quick hug.

           “Bolins got some moves huh?” 

          “You could say that again” Before Bolin can say that again Korra grabs him by his shirt pulling him towards her 

          “That was amazing” then korra promlety pushed him away as Mako and Hasook approach arguing about the last match

          “You did more harm than good out there, you almost cost us the match!”

          “We won didn't we?”

          “Barely” 

          “Get off my case pal” Hasook yells before storming out of the room.This doesn't put a damper on korra's mood though as she addresses Mako “You guys were amazing out there especially you mr hat trick” Mako yet again walks right past her him barely paying her any attention to her half heartly saying “oh your still here”

          “What gives you the right to be such an ass mr hat trick?” I say coming to my sister's defence. Pro bender or not it doesn't give him the right to be a jerk. I even bet I could beat him sparring. He's not even good enough to be this much of a jerk.

          “Your good do you think you could show me some tricks?” no no no korra that wasn't the deal I sneak you out we watch one pro bending match and we go back to air temple island.

          “Yeah sure absolutely i'm just not sure how my earth bending might translate to your water bending but we'll figure it out” This cant get any worse if she lets them know she's the avatar we're toast. No ones supposed to know the avatars in republic city

          “Won't be a problem-”

          “korra's right it won't be a problem because we really have to go-” 

           “because i'm an earth bender” great this is j ust great.

          “Im sorry no no i didn't mean to assume ya know cause i was just figuring since well with your water tribe getup that you two were well water bender” 

          “Korras just messing with you of course were both water-” 

          “You're right, I'm a water bender too and fire bender” social. Cues. Korra. 

         “Hmm hmm i'm very confused right now” Bolin 

         “Your the avatar and i'm an idiot” Mako 

         “Both are true” Korra. I throw myself into the nearest chair running my hands through my y/h/c hair.I wonder if I beg for forgiveness if Tenzin will still ground us for the rest of forever 

          “I need a drink” I say, completely ignoring Bolin’s freak out about Korra being the avatar I've heard it all before. Just like that my chances with Bolin have gone out the window no one has ever liked me more than my sister she's the avatar I can't compete with that .I never will be able to. 

          Nonetheless I follow the brothers into the training room and sit on the stairs looking as happy to be there as Mako does. I don't pay much attention to Bolin and Korra training “so mr hat trick is there any reason why you're so prickly or are you always like this?”

          He scoffs “no i just don’t appreciate the two of you showing up like that besides your sister is a piece of work”           “No kidding hat trick don't you know being the avatar comes with a hero complex?” Okay so he's not as bad as I thought.

          “Well it's getting late so i'm going to turn in but you kids have fun”

          “Speaking of Korra we really do need to be going” I speak in a tone to let her know it wasn't an option.I stand up brushing my water tribe robes off “it really was great seeing you Bolin but we have to go”

          “Sorry my sister is being such a wet blanke-” “now Korra” 

          “Hey um y/n could you hang back for a second” here it goes. Is your sister single? Can you set me up? 

          “What do you need Bolin?” 

         “You mean other than you in my life” we both cringe after he says that.

          “That has to be the worst pick up line i've ever heard” 

         He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly “heh yeah it wasn't really my A material but the real reason i wanted to talk to you was well i was mostly just wondering well we have a match next”

          “Bolin spit it out i'm sure it isn't that bad”

          “Do you want to come to our match tomorrow then get some food after” he looks at the ground playing with his fingers. Where was the confident Bolin I met earlier? 

          “Yes”

          “Well it was a stupid idea anyways I shoul- wait yes? Really! I uh I mean of course you would want to get food with me” maybe he's more insecure than I initially thought. But then again people do have layers.

       I kiss him on the cheek turning away from him and walking to the door so he couldn't see the blush on my face “I'll see you tomorrow Bolin”

[exodusmc]

“Baby, keep your eyes on me..”

Genre: smut, slight  emies to lovers au, college au

Words: 2813

Paring: Taehyung x reader

Warning!: Public, fingering, making out, marking, unprotected sex, grinding on his knee, light breatsplay, Taehyung is hot??, light dirty talk, pet names, sucking on fingers(both parts), Tae jerks himself a little, smirking??, mentions of alcohol, very light choking

a/n: I feel unfaithfull to my bias now but Tae can get it. :)

Gif is not mine 

He sat in the inner circle, both figurative and literally, mouth producing the best sound you had ever heard.

Taehyung was popular, blonde hair falling loosely around his sculpted face, eyes deep and dark like a night or the sea...You however, weren't even close to him. 

You had friends, that wasn't the thing, you even had a couple of boyfriends, but your looks weren't anything to his friends or he himself. You wanted to pull out your hair for having a crush on him, the smirk he would pull on any girl he flirted with, so you hated him and over the years did people notice. Everyone knew about your dislike for him but didn't know it was growing from your raging crush on him and his perfect lips. 

That’s why you were glaring at him across the room, alcohol burning on your tongue where you knew he would taste so sweet. Taehyung had it all and of fucking course would you fall for that. 

Said boy must have felt the daggers you sent him because suddenly were his eyes on you, gazing with heat. You two had a stare off until you huffed out and turned your nose up, irritated at the warm feeling spreading over your skin. That fucker shouldn't think you would cave for him and your heart should stop acting like a Hummingbird. 

Strutting away from your little corner, you left him watching after you, head held high as alcohol made your confidence skyrocket. You don't need him or his strong arms, no you can get someone else much better. Yes in deed, anyone in the house could be a potential partner so why be stuck on him? Even your friends had gossiped about someone named Jimin who would send you looks anytime he had a chance. Maybe you should find him and let everyone know you didn't need Taehyung...The thought formed in your head but seemed extremely unfair to Jimin so you decided against it however, it didn't stop your little pep talk. 

Walking up the stairs, with the intent on finding a toilet, you mumbled about how you were hot enough and that your friends were right when they hyped you up, just to be pushed against the wall, someone’s breathing fanning down your cheek. Taehyung half smiled half smirked at you, his hands resting on either side of your face. 

“Hello princess…”oh, you forgot about his voice, how the deep tones basicly licked up your thigh. Damn it. “Can we talk a little...I have some questions, hmm?”

His body was so close, radiating heat until you felt a sheen of sweat form over your hairline, your clothes starting to feel uncomfortable. Taehyung played with your hair and you thought he knew about your crush for a while, anger mixing with humiliation and giving you a bigger attitude. 

“Well what can you want, huh? Sad I don't love you like everyone else?”he laughed, a snicker which made your face heart up. Your panties started to stick to you, fingers trembling as your eyes stopped on his lips for a second too long.” Is that it?”

“Almost..”Taehyung lowered his face, staring at you with fire, a fire you shot back at him but not as strong.”I always wondered what I did to you..but maybe it wasn't what I thought..I mean since your eyes seem so hazy.”

“Fuck off…”tension made the hair on your body stand, both waiting on what the next move would be. You should push him away and leave him but that damn alcohol made you stay, hands finding the collar of his shirt. 

You pulled him flush against you, kissing him with everything you could muster. Taehyung responded fast, grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head, taking back the power. He let one hand wander down your side until it found your waist, thumb drawing circles over your heating skin. The teasing made you bothered, arms trying to get yourself free but he pulled away after biting your lower lip. Staring, just staring as you two panted for air.

“You really want me to leave...or do you want something else..”that little shit. He played with you, wanted to hear you ask for it and your pride wouldn't let you.”..Come on baby, it’s not that hard..”

But he was, the strong gaze you sent him had him on high alert. Taehyung held your jaw, thumb stroking over your lips, slowly slipping inside your mouth. Neither of you thought of his fingers as you sucked, his orbs fixated on you. Swirling your tongue around his thumb, Taehyung felt himself twitch in his black pants. This was it, hands leaving your wrist and mouth, leg forcing your apart while your grabbed at his shoulders. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game, love..”he growled in your ear, helping you grind against his knee. You forgot to keep your mouth shut when nipped at your neck, moan slipping right through.”..I can leave you like this right now if I wanted to, so tell me you want it.”

As if to demonstrate, he stopped your movements, leaving your neck. He glared you down, ignoring the rise of your chest rubbing against his own. 

“P-please don't stop..”Taehyung smirked, letting you rut on his knee as his hands went under your shirt, fingers fondling your breasts over your bra. This could only get you so far, orgasm laying just in reach but not close enough.

Suddenly, you remember that you two were still in the corridor, where anyone could come. Anyone could stumble up those stairs and see you desperately grinding against Taehyung, his hands under your shirt. 

“Baby, keep your eyes on me..”he whispered in your ear, tongue poking out. His fingers wandered dangerously close to your bra clasps, dragging at the fabric like he was about to undo them.”Let me see that pretty fucked out face..”

You gasped as he managed to unclasp your bra, dropping the item on the floor in favor of feeling your hard nipples in his palms. He twirled the nubs, pinching from time to time. Your head smacked against the wall, exposing your jugular to his greedy mouth, lips attaching to mark you. 

“So-someone can see us…”you half whined out the words, hands landing to push at his chest but your hips couldn't stop moving, pussy dragging over his jeans. He glanced up at you before glancing around, having been so in the moment he forgot where he felt you up. 

“You’re right..”he moved away, leaving you forwing. The feeling of his mouth and hands still lingered on your body, made you irritated that you didn't get to finish. But he suddenly bent down and grabbed your bra, smirking at your eyes following it. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

Your eyes widened as he strutted right down with your bra bundled up in his hands. Taehyung disappeared down the stairs, having you scurrying after. You were scared someone would see and know what you two had done but when you got down where he standing by the door, backpack lazily thrown over one shoulder. Taehyung smirked and winked your way, opening the door. 

“I can't drive…”your voice sounded high, filled with nerves as to where he laid your bra.” I drank..”

“Me too..”his one arm landed on your shoulders, kissing your left cheek.”But I live five minutes from here so we can walk princess..”

Taehyung held you close, walking with fast steps. The situation suddenly dawned on you, were you really about to sleep with Taehyung? I mean you had a crush on him but you swore to not cave, and where was your bra?

“Where is my bra?”your heart was beating fast, the cool night air a shocking contrast to the heated inside.  

“My backpack was just by the stairs..”he motioned to the item, smiling lightly at your flustered state.”It’s in there and no one saw love.”

Taehyung stole a chaste kiss, a lot softer than before. The make out session had been so heated due to anger mixing with passion but it started to drain of off you, left you shyer and with that crush. 

He suddenly steered inside a building, pressing the elevator button. It dingen, doors sliding open to reveal no one else. Taehyung smirked, hands on you a second after the doors closed. He kissed you, hot and heavy, nothing like the peck before, and lifted your skirt. His thumb found the edge of your underwear, stroking against it until he found your hip bone.

You literally had to push him of you when the door open again, both staring at the other while taking deep breaths. Taehyung had to put his hand out so the elevator wouldn't go down again. 

The door to his apartment flung open, his hand finding your and dragging you inside. Suddenly were you surrounded by his scent, a musky and deep smell which made you dizzy. Your back pressed against the wooden exit, his lips on yours, your fingers threading through his hair in a desperate attempt to keep him close. 

Taehyung grabbed one of your legs, hands slipping down the inside of your thigh until he found your center, the wetness which had leaked. He groaned out into your mouth, other hand coming to stroke over your pussy. You were drenched and when his fingers entered you, did you have a hard time standing straight. Taehyung had to carry most of your weight now, making it so he was closer to you, cock rubbing against his jeans. 

“Jump.”he mumbled against, fingers leaving your heat so he could hold you by your thighs.”We need to take care of ya baby..”

His bed made a sound of protest when he threw you on it, pulling his shirt over his head, locks fluffing up. Taehyung rolled down, his physic more defined than you thought. He laid between your legs, knees forcing them to be higher up, as his fingers once agains wandered down to your wet cunt. Your pussy made obscene noises, the flicking of his wrist making you moan. 

“ I like the sounds..”when his thumb found your clit were you done for it, white light crossing your eyesight out and a high pitched moan ripped through your shaking body. You came all over his hand, not seeing him lick his fingers clean.”Keep doing them baby.”

You had to breath for a second, heart thundering in your chest. Taehyung smirked, slowly taking of your shirt. He wanted to see your titts bounce as he fucked your barins out. Feather light kisses rained over you, from your collarbone to the waistband of your skirt. He grabbed it and dragged it down with your soaked underwear, leaving you completely naked for his hungry eyes. 

“I’d love to taste you but we can do that another time, right love?”Taehyung undid his belt, let his jeans fall down. The tent in his briefs made you a little proud, the fact that you still did things to him. 

He undressed completely, letting you stare at his hard cock, the way it curved up and how it was red. Your wide eyes made him smirk, hand moving up and down his member. The sight of him jerking himself off made you horny all over, pussy clenching around nothing. A pathetic sound left you when he dropped down, his cock rutting on your thigh. Taehyung growled at the slight contact, biting his bottom lip.

“Ah ah ah, keep your eyes on mine..”he grabbed your chin, forced you to stop staring at him and only feel the way he moved. You couldn't see what he was doing with his other hand but felt fingers collect some of your juices.”You dirty girl, couldn't stop staring at my hard cock, hmm?”

You gasped, the stretch from him entering arching your back. Taehyung groaned lowly in your ear as your walls spasmed around him, trying to get him deeper. For a second was he just still but he couldn't wait for long, moving his hips to ran right into you again. His cock dragged along your inside, hit spots you didn't know you had. 

Taehyung rose from laying on you, sweat dripping down his brow bone while hair hung in lust filled eyes. It was a gaze which could have you cumming, one hand squeezing your breast. His lips were swollen from kissing, you guessed yours were too, but it made for an image you wanted to engrave in your mind. He was so hot, with the low growls and moans, contracting your own higer. 

“Come on baby, move those hips some more…”you wanted to suck on his skin, leave the same marks as he had but with the delicious pounding you received, was it hard to think of anything else.”My dirty dirty girl..”

With a sharp move of his hips and one hand squeezing your throat, were you cumming again. Back arching of the bed which had been rocking against the wall. Taehyung faltered in his movements as you tightened up, gasping out a groan before he pulled out.

Your eyes were half closed, body completely spent and it was a sight he loved, hand jerking up and down his cock fast. Goddammit did you have a great pussy and moans, the memories of them making him cum right onto your stomach. 

Taehyung fell on your right side and for a while were the room only filled with pants. You started to realize how loud you were, so loud that his neighbors must have heard. Heat rose to your already bruning face, sweat covering your whole body. You were still in a bliss but it was wearing off and so was the alcohol. Oh fuck…

“Let me get you a towel…”Taehyung got up, butt naked and not caring at all.”Want some water?”

He disappeared before you could say anything and it made you dumbfounded. You should really go before something else happens. This could just be a one night stand and no one had to know a thing, but it was hard sitting up. His scent was so strong now, filling your sense.

“Here you go..”his smile was easy and weirded you out. He was so casual, like the two of you didn't just have sex. Taehyung even cleaned you after he gave you the glass. 

After clunking down half the glass were you standing up, searching for your clothes when you remembered he still had your bra. Well fuck it, he can have it. You barely managed to put on your shirt when he appeared in the doorway.  

“You leaving?”one eyebrow rose and you felt embarrassed, unsure of what to answer. Not even in your wildest dreams had you fucked Taehyung.”You can stay...It’s kinda late and I wouldn't feel good knowing your out there alone..”

His eyes were sincere but his nakedness was distracting and the whole situation alien to you. You had a crush on him, yes, however at the same time did you hate him, on the other hand did he just give you two mind blowing orgasms and had a point. 

“O-okay…”he smiled, taking your hand and making you lay down on his bed. Taehyung slipped down under the sheets to your right, turned to watch you while you stared up, determined to not look at him or his just had sex glow. 

“Why do you hate me?”the question made you cringe, tensing when he grabbed your chin like so many times this night.” Have I done something to you?”

“N..no..” a sigh passed your lips, eyes lowering with shyness. You guessed it wasn't fair to him, the way you treated him.”I-I kinda like you?”

“Aha, okay..”his eyes widened and you wondered why you said this now, when you had nowhere to run, but on the other hand, you just slept with him.”You like me?! I thought you hated me!”

“Can we not talk about this now, please?!”dragging the covers up, your tried to hide away from his intense gaze but Taehyung had other plans.

He leaned over you, taking the sheets from your face. The smile on his lips was something between teasing and genuine, you couldn't decided if you wanted to hit him or yourself. 

“Sure but it’s the first thing we are talking about tomorrow, okay love?”he poked your nose, only satisfied when you nodded. 

His arms came to circle around you, dragging you close. Taehyung was tired but he tried to keep his eyes open. It was cute and you were pretty sure you never hated him in the first place.

[yandere-daydreams]

Can I get a headcanon request about bakugou finding out that his darling is a huge fan of his and getting kidnapped was one of her darker fantasies sorry thats it's weird

Clearly, you haven’t been around here very long. We’re all a little horny for Katsuki, so it’s only a matter of time until his Darling starts to be, too.

TW: Emotional Abuse, Physical Violence, and Implied Neglect. 

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

You couldn’t say this hadn’t been your goal, when you and Katsuki met. You’d been Ground Zero’s biggest fan since his debut, and dutifully taken in every bit of content you could find with his name attached. You were a creature of consumption, when it came to him, absorbing everything you could find. Art, fan-made merchandise, creative writing, both appropriate and… otherwise.

Mostly otherwise. A lot of otherwise.

Obsession, complete obsession, was just a concept you played around with. It wasn’t unheard of in the more niche parts of his fanbase, and while most of the fantasies and fanfictions focused on jealousy and possession and ethically-dubious sex, you’d always been attracted to those that took a more domestic approach. Even after meeting Katsuki, asking for his number and getting coffee and doing all the things normal, well-adjusted people do when they meet their idol, it was hard not to picture him as a begrudging caretaker, a loving protector, albeit one that coddled with a grimace. You’d been buzzing when you woke up in his spare bedroom, a shock collar around your neck and those red eyes you so adored burning into you. Sure, you’d cried and lamented and gone through the motions, but you hadn’t really cared. Who would’ve, in your position? When everything they’d worked for was so close, just on the other end of a well-used riding crop.

You’d been proud of yourself for not struggling, not truly struggling. Only appearing to. You could’ve slipped through the cracks dozens of times, before Katsuki realized he had to seal them up.

You weren’t sure if you regretted that or not, now. You thought you might be starting to, by the time your back hit the tiled floor.

The impact knocked the wind out of your lungs, something in your spine cracking as it made contact with the unforgiving surface. The cold didn’t waste time, seeping through your thin clothes and embedding itself underneath your skin, intimately acquainting you with the constant chill every part of Katsuki’s home seemed to maintain. You weren’t sure whether it was the pain or the frustration that brought tears to your eyes, but the heel lodging itself your diaphragm did little to improve either feeling. You didn’t know why he bothered pinning you down anymore, honestly. You never tried to get up, not until he made it clear you were allowed to.

Above you, Katsuki was silent, staying quiet and breathing heavily and gritting his teeth, his rage utterly alien in the kitchen’s homey lights. If you knew he was going to do this, you would’ve left them off, allowed yourself to bask in the darkness before he came home, hostile and violent. That would’ve been appropriate, thematic. This just felt wrong.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growled, his voice hoarse and tired. It must’ve been a bad day, judging by how harshly he spat the words, one where he had to deal with a sidekick he didn’t care for or patrol a neighborhood with too many journalists. You’d assigned yourself the duty of helping him relax, early on, greeting him fondly and running too many hot baths to count, but you stopped after the fifth lecture on the dangers of faucet-based burns. You figured he just wasn’t used to being doted on, but with a steady pain blossoming in your chest, it was hard not to think he just liked feeling big. “I give you one rule, one rule, and what’s the first thing you fuckin’ do? Break it like a goddamn brat.” He paused, making a point of grinding you down into the floor. “Apparently, you’re too much of a dumbass to stay in your bedroom. I should turn that collar up a few notches. Maybe you’ll finally take me seriously, once you see what it’s like when I really want you to suffer.”

You weren’t inexperienced when it came to his temper, but you still found yourself cringing, averting your eyes as he spoke. You opened your mouth, an apology already playing on your tongue, but Katsuki only shifted more of his weight onto your lungs, forcing you to choke. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you tried to cough the blockage away, but all you could do was sputter and suffocate until he oh-so-mercifully let you go, lowering himself to better crouch at your side. Closeness wasn’t a comfort, though, not when the first thing he did was burrow his nails into your scalp, jerking you upward and letting you squirm as he stared on, as apathetic as he was sadistic.

“I don’t want an excuse,” He said, his tone suddenly unfaltering. As if he had the right to be rational when the sole of his shoe was already engraved into your skin. “Give me a damn good reason not to punish you, or don’t expect to see anything but the inside of the smallest closet I can find for the next week. The next month, if you throw another fit.”

You hesitated, but your confession came easily. You were too sore to lie, honestly. “I… I was hungry, Bakugo,” You admitted, flicking as his grip loosened. Luckily, he pulled away from you, taking to petting back your hair, instead. You just lulled into the soft touch, glad to have some reprieve before he decided you didn’t deserve it. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to, but… you leave so early, and we didn’t get to have breakfast today, I was just so--”

“I would’ve gotten you something when I came home.” He cut you off without a second thought, and you curled into yourself. You almost wish he hadn’t made you sit up, if only so you’d have an excuse to feel so weak. “You know that. All you had to do was ask.”

“You weren’t home,” You mumble, weakly. It was pitiful, but true, and Kasuki narrowed his eyes. You swallowed down something thick and jagged before continuing. “I was just planning to grab something. I wasn’t even going to cook, I promise.”

He let out a heavy sigh, another hand coming up to cup your cheek. You bowed your head reflexively, letting him pout and think as you wallowed in your own self-pity, biting your tongue to keep from telling him there was nothing to think about, he was the one who overreacted. You weren’t at fault, but that never seemed to matter, these days. “We’ve both got to make sacrifices, baby,” He explained, the words dripping with sympathy. You couldn’t bring yourself to decide if it was genuine or not. “I’m a Pro-Hero. It’s my job to keep you safe, but to do that, I need to know you’re not putting yourself at risk. Someone might see you down here, and they’ll take you away. You might slip and get hurt and I won’t come in time to help. I don’t want to lock you up any more than I have to, but I’ll have to, if you keep running around like you’re invincible.” He stopped, holding you still and kissing your forehead. “You see why you can’t do this kind of shit, right? I need you to tell me you do.”

You nodded. It was the only reaction you could think of that wouldn’t upset him. “Can I go back to my room, now?”

At that, he laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder. He must’ve said something, but you didn’t bother listening. You were still starving, still freezing, still in pain, and Katsuki didn’t seem to have any interest in changing that

You knew you wouldn’t be happy. It wasn’t about being happy. You wanted to be protected, and taken care of and loved, even if you knew Katsuki would never say it out loud.

But, you didn’t feel loved. You didn’t feel protected, either.

It was hard to feel much of anything, when you were so busy being miserable.