#cant wait to read them tonight

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

ALSO. SPEAKING OF WORM. NOW DO U GET WHY I FUCKING HATE BEHEMOTH. he is so scary to me & idk why. he cooks people from the inside out while he's also poisoning them badly!!! and that's not even the worst of it!!!! anyway how do u feel abt taylor getting wings now <333

GOD . YEAH . YEAH I FUCKIGN DO. I HATE HIM TOO. the fact that they literally turned him into a "skeleton with a veneer of meat" (<< still obsessed w that description btw) and he KEPT GOING LIKE IT WAS NOTHING. what the fuck. the fact that he has a fucking kill aura. you can't even get close to him. he can just fucking point at you and you're dead instantly (fucking sobbing over regent still btw) . he's a fucking nightmare !!!!! the part I left off at he's still not fucking dead he just came up underneath the fucking makeshift hospital!!!!!!!!!!!!!! doesn't he know that's a fucking war crime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dude!!!!!!!!!!

taylor gets wings..... and cool little bug arms.... but at what cost

[oflgtfol]

ive been in a venom mood lately i keep telling myself maybe this is finally my sign to start reading comics again but then i just keep fucking falling asleep as soon as i get home

[scoobywrites690]

Poly141 who have to take serious thought over what order people get to fuck you in. they obviously cant all fuck you in one night as it's just to much for your poor little cunt to take (and trust me they've tried) so they've gotta put serious thought into who's fucking you tonight and in what order.

they know from experience that Price cant go first as his main focus during sex is your pleasure over his so, by the time he's done with you your too overstimulated to take anymore.

Ghost is way too big to go first and if he does he's gotta spend a chunk of that time stretching out your tight little cunt on his thick fingers before he can even think about bullying his cock inside of you.

Soap cums way too quickly for him to even begin to stretch you out for the others, you aren't even able to reach an orgasm yourself before hot thick ropes of his cum are shooting inside of you.

and Gaz likes to take his time with you, to tease you, to fill you with pleasure and just when you're at your breaking point he rips it away, causing you to whine out as your body squirms underneath him. now this wouldn't be a big deal if he didn't have multiple other men waiting to get their fill. and making them wait for something they so desperately desire isn't the best idea (again another thing they know from experience)

So, it's really quite a struggle for these men to come up with a solution for an order. I'm sure they'll figure it out eventually.

I haven't proof read yet so i apologise for mistakes <3

[cupidsblonde]

in which reader and Choso have been talking online for a while and reader has gotten herself a pretty boy appointment

content includes: size difference, age difference (reader is 22 choso is 36) mating press, back-shots, reverse cowgirl, tit fucking“idk if it will fit” “ill make it fit” big dick big tits

inspo: my lovely favorite jjk author getodrools

any picture sent my reader there will be different links with different skin tones!

I thought I’d write something for jjk! I’m into all sorts of fandoms anime and all !! Feel free to tell me any other fandoms you’d be interested in me writing for !!

monday 10:23 am

my fav dick<33

hey baby watching those videos of u fuckin that pretty pussy <33

Attached: 1 Video

his fav pussy<33

your so biggg:)

you’d stuff me so full baby

Attached: 1 Photo (1 2 3)

my fav dick<33

i wish i could stuff your tight pussy baby:(

your tits look sooo good

maybe we could meet up?? lol

im only 30 mins away🤷🏻‍♂️

his fav pussy<33

when r u freeeee :)

im free friday we could frl meet up !! :))

my fav dick<33

thats great bc im also free friday babe;)

i have to go, duty calls but maybe we could

call tonight and play with a dildo of yours<33

his fav pussy<33

ooo yay !! can’t wait for tonight and to see you :))

my fav dick<33 hearted a message

it was true that you couldn’t wait to see him, you where a little nervous but he made you feel good and he makes you happy. but his cock was huge! you really didn’t know if you could handle all of that. but your pussy still hasn’t been fucked but anyone but yourself !! you have huge dildos so you think that you would be able to take him.

incoming call from my fav dick<33

“hey baby” choso says happily but still in his voice that you find so sexy “heyy which one are we using tonight?” “the big one” “perfect daddy !! i already have it let me put it inside” just as your about to slip it in he stops you “let me see” “of course daddy!”

choso gets to watch you play with yourself and shove the dildo in and out of your tight pussy while he jerks his dick

“s-stop” choso says into the phone and you listen, and stop.

“daddy please let me cum im so close”

“cum for me sweetheart” choso groans out as his load shoots out from his huge dick.

after both of you cum you guys talk for a little while and end up falling asleep on the phone.

friday 8:00am

my fav dick<33

what time will you be ready for me baby?

can’t wait to see you

his fav pussy<33

anytime daddy:)

my fav dick<33

okay then ill be there around 9:15 pm okay?

cant’t wait baby;)

his fav pussy<33

ekk !! cant wait:)) 9:10pm

my fav dick<33

im here baby

when you read that text your hands became clammy but your pussy is tingling !! you opened the door and you where met with a large man! you knew he was tall, and with the way you could see his dick grow when he laid eyes on you. it was going to break you in half

“hey baby” he says with a smile and you let him walk in and close the door behind him. you grab the chest of his hoodie and pull him down to you he had to be at-least 6’2. you start kissing him, he seamed a little surprised that you wanted to get started all ready but he pulls away “jump” he mumbled into your ear.

you jump and he grabs your under thighs and you wrap them around his waist and you continue to make out with him. he knew the layout of your house from the many times you would walk around with him on face time and headed over to your bedroom.

he opens the door and wraps him other arm around your body to support you as he kisses your neck. he knew you needed foreplay. as he continues to lay sloppy kisses along your neck he finds your sweet spot. you let out a gasp and a rather loud moan, thats how he knew he had found it. he sits on your bed with you on top of him.

your grinding on his dick as you let out soft groans and moans as he keeps sucking on your neck. he slowly moves a hand to your ass, and finds him way to your panties. he starts massaging the bottom of your thighs with his other hand.

you pull your neck away from him and peel your legs away from his hands and you moves your hands to his zippered pants, you pull both his pants and boxers down. he’s already hard. your met with a practically a third leg!

“wow.. your just as big(if not bigger) as i saw online!” you say with a smile as you take his balls into your palm. you cup them with one of your hands and start pumping his cock with the other. you start kissing his tip to the base. lick down and you put just your mouth on his tip and you start sucking

he groans. loudly. “fuck baby” he says as he grabs you by your hair and pushes you so you take him even deeper in your mouth. as you continue to massage his balls you feel his cock twitch when you suck. thats when he moans loudly. he starts fucking his cum inside of your mouth.

“swallow” you do as told and you swallow every last drop of his seed. when you do you open your mouth and show him, his cock is standing up again. your grabs you by the shoulders and he pulls you onto his lap and starts making out with you. before his cock almost finds its way through your panties, he lays you down on your back.

he wastes no time with shoving your tiny skirt up, which he only had to move little because it was so tiny and she slides your hot pink thong down your legs and takes them, drapes it along his dick and twists it so its all wrapped around his dick, he could feel your wetness on the thong still. he starts pumping his cock and at that time he moves his mouth to your pussy

he pushes your maxi tank top up and finds you arent wearing a bra, he uses that hand that isnt pumping his cock to pinch and twist your hard buds that lived on your massive tits. he has been sucking and licking at your clit and when he stops pumping his cock and peels the panties that are now covered in his pre cum, he suddenly moves his tongue to dart and and out of your pussy stops every once in a while to suck at your throbbing hole.

“im gonna cum” you say repeatedly and fast and when he hears this you feel him grin against your pussy and flip you onto his lap, spank your ass which makes you moan loud and hard then start rubbing your clit. he starts picking up the speed and thats when you scream out his name and cum. “oh yes choso !!”

his dick is standing once again and with not warning, he stands from his spot where he was on his knees on the floor and pushes your legs to your shoulders. “you ready baby?” he says and before you could answer, it was yes of course, his huge tip was sliding up and down your folds.

you moan out when his tip gets to your throbbing hole and he pushes just the tip in. “ i dont know if it will fit” “i’ll make it fit down worry baby”he slowly pushes inside and groans. it takes a little while for you to reach his base but when you do, you can see a bulge in your stomach. he was being so sweet but you wanted him to be mean to you, even if it was just for a little bit. “choke and slap me please” you moan out “ive got to fuck you harder then” you nod and he starts thrusting into you while choking you, but not hurting you.

he suddenly stops fucking you like that after such a quick pace, you whimper and beg him to keep going. suddenly he flips you onto your front. “arch for me” you arch. “i warmed you up with that now your gonna get back shots with this big cock” he puts his dick into your needy little pussy and starts fucking you, hard. “anything you want daddy” you moan out.

as he continues to mercilessly pound your pussy, hitting your g spot every time. you tell him your gonna cum. when he hears this he goes even faster. when you let out a scream, he keeps going until your squirting all over his dick. your body is shaking and he flips you onto your back and he presses his dick in between your tits. “tit fuck me baby” so you listen and press your tits together with his dick in between, and start milking his cock “yea just like that baby”

“come ride me” he says sitting on the bed, you where ridding him then suddenly, he wraps his arms around your waist and starts fucking you hard from under you. That’s when he finishes, but this time inside if you. And you where okay with it. You finish all over his cock, your juices mixing together and when he pulls out he fingers you to keep everything inside. He grabs his and yours discarded clothes, and helps you up.

“you good baby?” he chuckles when your knees buckle and you fall back onto the bed. he gets you new panties and helps you get dressed into your pj’s. he gets dressed himself and lays down behind you.

“im glad we met up” you say with a smile when you turn to him. “me too sweet girl” he says sleepily. eventually you both doze off.

in the morning you wake up to him nor being in your bed, so you go looking for him and you find him in your kitchen. making you breakfast. you smile and turn back to go to your room. when he enters the room he says “ i knew you where in the kitchen you know?” he says kissing your forehead and giving you the food and drink, setting your drink on the nightstand.

after you finish your food he stays with you in bed for a while, in comfortable silence. “can i be your boyfriend?” he suddenly questions. you turn to him with a huge smile and say “of course!!” you excitedly say. “im so glad.” he says kissing your forehead and dozing off, you not long after him.

[adoringaffliction]

Dinner time

any male!character x afab!reader

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), reader wears brandy melville, petnames, domestic fluffy smut, overstimulation (*moans loudly), overall just cutesy male yearning 

Summary: reader's significant other comes home from work and mentions a kind of hunger that can't be satiated with food per say…

MDNI +18

“These are cute.” he says as he snaps the waistband of her cotton pajama shorts.

“They’re new,” she looks up from what she’s reading. “How was today?” She sets down the book to look up at him, folding her legs to the side of her on their sofa to make room for him.

He sits down and leans back, decompressing,”Fine. Boring, just did paperwork. Nobody allowed me to do anything fun.” He pouts.

“Sad boy,”she reaches out to tousle his hair threading it through her manicured fingers.

“So sad,” he repeats, leaning into her now. She shifts to lay on her back and he follows suit resting the back of his head on her stomach.

She smiles and plays with his hair,”What do you want for dinner?”

Although his eyes are closed he can hear the smile in her voice as he smirks,”You.”

“C/n.”

He flips around to face her, resting his chin near her navel,”What?”

“Be serious,” she says, looking unamused.

He toys with the waistband of her shorts for the second time tonight. He looks up at her with brown puppy dog eyes as he slowly drags the fabric down her hips,”Who says I wasn’t serious.”

Her breathing hitches as he finally pulls the shorts off and away. He marvels at the sight of her white underwear, lace trimmed with a small bow sewn onto the middle of the waistline. “And where did these come from?” he asks smiling.

Breathlessly she answers,”Brandy, they came in yesterday with the shorts.”

“I don’t know who this Brandy is, but I’ll send them a thank-you letter,” he takes the edge of the panties between his teeth and slowly starts to tug them down.

“You don’t have to-,” she says, but he continues to glide the pair of underwear down her legs. Once at her ankles she tries to kick them off.

“I know honey, I want to,” he ends her struggle by taking them and stuffing them into his pants pocket.

“Wait don’t steal them- I just got those-,” she whines.

He smirks,”Finders keepers, besides, you know I’ll buy you the whole damn store.” He looks down and sighs,”Good god woman.” He looks back up at her face,”You’re going to be the death of me.” He watches as her face heats up and he smiles,”I’m gonna make you feel so good, is that alright with you sweet girl?”

He watches as she nods quickly before leaning down to lick a long broad stripe over her core, all while maintaining eye contact. She lets out a soft mewl and shuts her eyes on impulse. He pulls his face away and taps her thigh,”Uh-uh I need you to look at me sweetheart, look at me or I stop, got it.” Her eyes snap open and she nods. “Good Girl.” He dives back in tracing her arousal around her entrance and back up to her clit. She watches with her mouth hung open, soft gasps and whines falling out every so often. He makes good routine of this, waiting for her to gasp and attacking those parts ruthlessly.

“Taste so good sweet girl,”he says, his voice garbled and muffled by her pussy. He wraps his lips around her clit and softly suctions it into his mouth.

Her hips cant up and a strangled moan is let free,”Ah- fuck-!”

He smiles and continues looking into her eyes and watching as her face contorts in pleasure. Her eyes remain fixed on him. “So obedient,” he thinks as he sucks harder

He begins to take his fingers and probes her entrance lightly, looking for any sign in her face that she might want him to stop. Finding none he slowly pushes a finger inside and she gasps. He retracts the finger and slips it back inside finding little to no resistance. He watches as her eyebrows kiss each other when he curls it against her front wall, brushing the spot inside her that makes her see stars.

“Baby please- wanna cum,” she cries, eyes searching for permission in his desperately.

“I know sweet girl, I know,” he quickens the pace of his finger and sucks onto her clit. A high pitched cry sounds off from her as he feels her pussy spasming around his finger. “Good fucking girl, you gonna come for me?”

“Yes- please- fuck~,” her moan cuts her off as she comes, rutting her hips into his face and hands. Little “ah”s fill the air as she comes down, but he doesn’t let up.

She whines in over-stimulation,”Please- can’t-”

“You can, I know you can honey.” He speeds up his movements once more as she cries. Tears start to prick at her lash-line,”Come on sweet girl, just one more, you can take it.”

“Ngh- I- fuck!”

“You gonna come for me again sweetheart?” She nods in response but that’s not good enough for him. “Say it y/n, say you’re gonna come for me again.”

“Fuck baby- shit~ I’m gonna come for you- ah~ gonna come-,” she arches her back off the couch and releases a pornographic moan as she comes for the second time.

“That’s it.” He works her through it,”Good girl…” He pulls away as she whines this time, arousal dripping from his chin as he climbs up over top of her. He brushes away the sweat drenched baby-hairs that surround her face and smiles,”You did so good sweetheart.”

She hums in response and he laughs,”Wore you out did I?”

“Shut up,” she groans.

“Hey that’s no way to talk to your sweet boyfriend who just made you come twice in a row.”

She groans and shuts her eyes.

“What do you want for dinner angel? I’m not that hungry,” He smirks. God he was gonna be the death of her.

[irndad]

Hi hun! I just love love love your pieces <3

As for Carmy prompts - could we have some hurt to comfort when Carmen doesn't show up for a date? It's ok if you dont wanna do it or i requested incorrectly, but if you do, i cant wait to read!!!!! Thank you so much mwah mwah mwah

I’m not thaaaaaat sure how I feel about this and it’s so long but your request was so sweet I had to!!! Ily <3333

wc:1.1k

There’s so fucking much in his ear. Fak’s screaming whatever bullshit he’s sure will help absolutely nothing, Richie’s harassing Sydney and Tina’s trying to keep them all in line and will of that goddamn chaos, he shouldn’t be able to make out anything.

Prepping this whole thing, the opening, Richie biting his head off for fucking sending him to the best kitchen in the city- it’s all a bit fucking much.

He barely hears the door open (she has a key, because of course she does) and he doesn’t even look over his shoulder as he calls out her name.

“Hey, baby,” he yells back towards the entrance. It feels good, chopping the vegetables. It’s actually one of her favorite dishes that he’s making, and something inside him preens that he gets to feed her tonight. Everything feels illustrious under her gaze. He remembers the first time he’d cooked for her, how her watchful gaze felt a bit like sunlight; equal parts burning and doused in light.

She’d said she liked his hands, then. Said he looked pretty with a knife and a cutting board. “Will you try this sauce for me?”

He hears her heels click, the soft thud of her purse landing on the couch. It’s a slow saunter she does to him, but he’s razor focused- what does it need, garlic? Oregano?

It only breaks when he sees her. And she looks gorgeous. Wearing a black dress with a cowl neck, shimmery eyeshadow that catches and dances in the low light of the kitchen, a crimson lipstick neatly applied to her beautiful pout.

She smells like vanilla, and Carmen has the privilege of knowing what real, rich, Madagascar vanilla smells like. He’d loved the scent so much that he’d bought her a perfume made from it, and there’s a warmth blooming in his chest when he realizes that she’s wearing it.

Wordlessly, she opens her mouth and leans forward to try the sauce covered wooden spoon he’d raised to her lips.

Even when she’s in front of him, he can’t believe she’s someone he knows. That she’s wasting her time with someone like him.

“Jesus Christ you look beautiful,” he says without thinking, and he kisses her quick. It’s true. She’s a vision, plucked out of an old movie shot on grainy film, warm to the touch film.

He abandons the spoon and the sauce without much fanfare, a rough, calloused hand meeting her soft warm cheek.

“Thanks, Carmen.” she says, but her doe-eyes deny the joy she typically exudes in his presence. It’s his proudest achievement, how she glows around him. She’s tight lipped, smile betraying her words.

“What’s wrong? Is it the sauce? I know it’s a mess in here, I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d see it-“

“No! No, seriously, it’s okay, honey.” She tries to insist but it really doesn’t work. He moves the pot off the burner and twists himself completely to face her, placing a gentle hand at the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. He tries not to let it sting, how she stiffens for a moment before softening again.

“What happened?” He asks again.

“It’s the first,” she says, a rueful grin on her pretty lips, before gesturing down at her outfit, and oh.

The dinner. The fucking dinner that he’d promised her. His sweet girl, who waited up every night, who dutifully tasted every recipe, who soothed him on nights where nightmares stole his sleep-

“Fuck,” he says, more to himself than her, but god, he can’t stop looking at her, “Fuck! God, I’m such an asshole, I’m so sorry-“ he insists, suddenly so grateful that she’s letting him touch her, even more aware of every point of contact with the sudden fear that it could escape in a moment’s notice.

“Y’know, Carm, if you could’ve just told me that would’ve been one thing? But I left the reservation, and this was the one night we both had off!”

“I know, baby, fuck, I forgot-“

She backs away from him, and there’s a sick feeling in his stomach. Sitting on the chair he keeps by the stove (he put it there for her, because she loved watching him) she pinches the bridge of her nose.

“It’s just not fair, Carm. To either of us. If you don’t have time for this-“

“I have time for this! I have time. Don’t say things like that.”

“Carmy, I’m not trying to hurt you. You know that’s the last thing I want.”

And it is. It’s the last thing she wants, and Carmen fucking knows it. Knows that three months in he’s supposed to have brought her flowers and taken her out and done more than cook for her and spend hours in his shitty apartment, and lately she’s been asking if he has time for being in a relationship.

And maybe he doesn’t, but fuck it if he doesn’t feel like he can breathe around her. This was the point of the dinner- take her out, be a boyfriend. Have her wait a little while on him. Show her he’s worth it.

Instead he fucking missed it, stayed home and made sauce no one would even eat.

“I’m sorry,” he says, grabbing her hand and lacing it through his own. It always shocks him, how it fits his own. “Okay? I’m so, so fuckin’ sorry. Tell me what I can do. Tell me, cos I’ll do just about fuckin’ anything to get you to stop saying shit like that.”

Her voice comes out small.

“I was alone, Carm. They kept trying to take my order and you weren’t there, and eventually I had to leave.“

She looks up at him, eyes sparkling and kind and Carmen. She looks beautiful, and if he wasn’t with her, he’d see her in the street and hate whatever fuck was lucky enough to be who she got dressed up for.

“I am so, so sorry. It’s just with the stove, and Fak, and Richie fucking calling me to bitch me out every thirty seconds,” she reaches her delicate fingers to brush his cheek with concern, “I should’ve remembered. It’s just about the only thing this week worth remembering. And you look…stunning, I should’ve been there. I should’ve. Please.”

Her expression softens and he loves the sight of her, warm and kind and lovely in both form and temperance. She’s so patient with him, responds with kindness- a gift.

She brushes her soft lips on his cheek and he tries to savor the sensation, note how warm and wonderful it is to have her form pressed against his, how her arms knot themselves around his waist.

“I know you’re stressed, babe,” she murmurs against his cheek, eyes shut, “tell you what. Why don’t you make me something better than what that place could’ve, huh?”

After he kisses her for so long that excess is no longer the right terminology, he makes her the best pasta she’s ever had in her goddamn life.

It’s better this way, anyway. She’s gorgeous in a way that’s just his to look at tonight.

[starrieangel]

🎮Mouthwashing Crew plays a Horror Game With you👻

Inspired by @ilikedrinkingsoda ‘s suggestion of roblox horror game imagines ~ I just went with a generic horror game since I've never played roblox!

Features: Curly x Reader, Anya x Reader, Daisuke x Reader, Jimmy x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Normal!Jimmy

Curly

I feel like he wouldn't be very scared or jumpy ??!! You call him a psycho bc you're screaming at every jumpscare and he is just laughing at you ??! What the hell??

You ask him if he likes horror games or something and he says “Not at all, I even hate scary movies.. but I don't find them scary, just gross” Like he’s grossed out by gore more than he finds it scary

So when you play this horror game which just involves hiding from a monster, he's not scared at all, he's just laughing at you. >:(

Until... all of a sudden there's a cutscene, where the monster does something reeeeally creepy, say takes on a new, scarier form

Afterwards he goes quiet, but he keeps playing

Suddenly after playing for a little longer you just hear him really quietly gasp out of shock- he finally got killed by the monster

“Haha okay, L-let's play another game now..”

Curly hates horror games..

Anya

SHE DOES NOT WANT TO PLAY THIS GAME..!!

Already covering her eyes on the start menu

Like you almost can't even get her to play the game

Ironically she is a fan of horror, but show her a jumpscare and she'll die

She likes psychological horror or creepy horror, a big Stephen King fan (The Shining reference) but this game is just too stressful ..!!

“Y/N, I really want to play something else now-” *YELP*

You guys have to play dress to impress for two hours until she isn't scared anymore 😭 (or a different cutesy game)

Ends up going to bed reading HP Lovecraft or some other horrifying shit and then just rolls over and falls asleep like she read a bedtime story... LIKE WHAT

Daisuke

Definitely screams everytime he is killed

but he is addicted to this game

He is constantly cracking jokes that get interrupted by him getting killed or screaming out of terror LOL

Would definitely follow you around the map even tho you're begging him to stop bc HE KEEPS GETTING YOU KILLED

“Y/N HELP” “STOP YOU'RE BRINGING IT TOWARDS ME-” *cue screaming in unison*

He is definitely the most fun to play with though, like he's so funny naturally

I don't think Daisuke would like horror at all, he just enjoys having fun and playing games even if they're a little scary (because its fun!)

Well, it's fun until he cant sleep that night..

“Y/N, can I sleep in your bed tonight? You know, to protect you from monsters..!” You say yes and he dashes into bed like he's running from the monster still XD

Jimmy

So goddamn cocky

He loves scary movies, like Scream, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, so what is there to be scared of?

Sees creepy monster at the end of the hallway

“Yea no fuck this turn this shit off”

LMAO

You end up watching The Thing and Alien and having a horror movie marathon after that

You're terrified the rest of the night D: Like why did he make u watch all that scary stuff before bed..?!

You crawl into bed and instantly cling to him

“Don't worry, babe. I'll hold you so no monsters get you.” Then wraps his arms around you ♡

Wait a minute.. that fucker planned this all..! (He wasn't even scared of the game, he just wanted to watch his favorite movies with you >:[ )

This was really fun to write! Plz rb if you liked or leave a reply of what you thought! Thanks for reading! 🩷🎮

[justarkive]

TABLE 3 | JJK ch 1

“For good service and cute waitresses”

pairing: pre military!jk x fuckbuddy!oc

contents: mild language, no smut (yet), fluff, humour, celeb au, very mild angst.

wc: 1.96k

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: if anyone wants to join pls comment!!

A/N: inspired by the iconic 97liner pics. Hi guys, this is my first id say, proper? fanfiction, im planning on making this a pretty long series ! also im posting smth i actually like, shocker! ive had secret fuck buddy oc x military!jk on my mind for so long and im so happy ive finished the part i’ve had in my notes for a hot minute! lmk what u think :> i also couldnt wait for the poll to finish before posting this haha, anyways enjoy and tysm 4 reading

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The diner is quiet tonight. Though speaking too soon may grant you with a consequence, considering its only 6pm on a Thursday. You glance at the clock realising you have a long night ahead, and complaining will utterly make everything 10x worse. What’s worse is Nari is late to her shift like usual, and your boss’ constant singing in the prep room is sure to drive you insane sooner or later. He’s still humming as your scrubbing down the bar counter- its not like it needs it, you just aren’t in the mood to be scolded by a chunky, 40 year old man.

You don’t even realise you’re scrubbing the table even more vigorously when a combination of your phone ringing in your trouser pocket and a squeal of costumers sitting by the hibachi grill completely catches you off guard. It’s Hibachi night, and your day seriously couldn’t get any worser. You’re rolling your eyes at the family of three who barely pay attention to the chef cooking in front of them, with all of their phones plastered to their faces, and when they’re finally placed down to take the plate out of the chef’s hands and your sure you dont see a gesture of thanks, your grabbing your phone, walking to the bathroom and calling Nari.

“Nari! Where the fuck are you? Its Hibachi night, you can’t leave me here alone on Hibachi night!” You’re drawing imaginary patterns on the stall wall with your fingers, shuffling your knees under your chin whilst sitting on the closed toilet seat. Nari’s quick to apologise and tell you shes on the way, and you tell her goodbye before fixing your hair in the mirror and going back outside.

You know you’re in for a long night when a group of people enter the restaurant, your boss greeting them with his signature, annoying high voice, and you’re just glad you’ll have someone to share the misery with when Nari gets here.

“Y/n! Go and serve table 3, and put a smile on your face, they’re quite the group!” You’re pushing yourself off of the bar stool, quickly taking menus and sending your boss a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. The oblivious man dosent seem to notice.

Dragging yourself to Table 3, the group of men are already seated, seemingly finding something hilarious though when you step into their view, it seems to die down. You’re flashing them a smile, quickly bowing before noticing that all of them are seriously attractive.

You notice the one sitting alone first, in the best way possible, his face is sweet. He has a smile which makes his eyes turn into thin crescents on his face and you cant help but smile back at him. He’s wearing a beanie, and his face is so perfect it’s hard to keep composure. The two sitting in front catch your eyes next, one with the most beautiful tanned skin, effortlessly masculine face which makes you wonder if he’d been specially sculpted and put on the earth to kill with his looks shoots you a smile. Finally, the last one, he’s wearing a bucket hat hiding some of his face, and he’s fiddling with his lip ring. He looks the youngest out of the lot, big doe eyes peeking through his hat and, he seems to be…looking at you far more intensely than the other two seem to be. His sleeve is slightly rolled up and you cant help but stare a second too long at the most beautiful sleeve of art adorning his muscular ar-

Seriously Y/n! Get it together, be professional!

You clear your throat when he smirks at you noticing your shameless gawking placing the menus in front of them “Hello, i’ll be serving you tonight, i’m y/n, can i get you started on any drinks?”

The guy in the beanie is first to talk, voice light when he asks for a beer. His grin widens when you look at him, and it’s easy to see why people would gravitate to him like yourself. He just has that charm.

Your heart beats a little faster when the one next to him interrupts the silence of you taking his order down, asking for two beers rather than one, his gaze is equally intimidating as it is intriguing, and you’re trying so hard to keep it professional right now, “Alright, and you?”

“Water’s fine for me, thank you.” You take the orders down quickly, sure that if you stood there any longer your heart would pound out of your chest. Where the fuck is Nari?

You turn to head toward the bar to grab their drinks, and you hear the faintest chuckle from the table. “Hey, don’t you need to see my ID first?” The voice belongs to the guy in the bucket hat—the one with the doe eyes and that unreadable expression. You freeze for a second, unsure of whether he’s joking or not. You glance back at him, and he’s staring at you, lips curling into a playful smirk.

You blink, trying to keep it professional. “Uh, do i?”

He leans forward, still fiddling with his lip ring, his eyes twinkling. “I look too young for that beer, right? You know, like one of those guys who gets ID’d for everything.”

His tone is light, teasing, and for a second, you almost think he’s serious. But then his friends start laughing quietly, and you realize—he’s just messing with you. You can’t help but roll your eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips anyway. “Uh-huh. Right, sure. Let me grab your ID then, Mr. Underage.”

The others crack up even harder at that, and he just shrugs, chuckling under his breath. “I swear, I get carded everywhere. It’s kinda embarrassing, but hey, at least I look young.” You smile and roll your eyes, walking away to get their drinks, but now, you’re trying not to laugh too hard at the mental image of him getting carded at the grocery store or a random café. But it’s no surprise to you, in fact his young face has you seriously considering if he was actually underage. Oh well.

When you come back, with drinks, you take down their orders for food, their effortless small talk and flirting has you feeling like they aren’t in no rush for you to leave them alone, but you remember that you’re at work, and go back to scrubbing the bar counters, but you cant help but glance down at their table every now and then.

By the time you bring out their food, the conversation around the table has picked up again, the atmosphere light and easy. You can’t help but notice the way they’re all leaning into each other, laughing over something you missed. When you set the plates down, you quickly glance around to make sure nothing’s out of place, and that’s when you spot Nari walking in. She’s just clocked in, looking hurried, but you can’t help the relieved sigh that escapes your lips.

You barely have time to throw the boys a quick wave before you head back to the bar, feeling the weight of their gazes follow you for just a second longer than you’d like. Rushing over to Nari, she’s changing into her work clothes before giving you a smile and opening her arms for a hug. “Long day already?” You groan, moving back after hugging her and fixing her hair which has moved in front of her face.

“It’s Hibachi night. Also theres a group of some serious fine men, look ove-“ Your eyebrows furrow when she follows your finger and gasps so loud you wince. “Shh! I know! But be quiet, they might catch us..”

The look on her face tells you she’s indeed not surprised about the way they look and rather “That’s the Jeon Jungkook, oh and is that- Kim Mingyu? CHA EUNWOO?!”

You blink. Then blink again. “Who?”

Nari turns to you so fast you think she might give herself whiplash. “Who?! Are you serious? Are you actually joking right now?”

You shrug, confused. “They just look like really hot guys to me… wait? You know them? Shit did you guys like-“ You make a hand motion which you hope she takes as ‘do a thing’.

She looks like she might actually pass out. “WHAT—?! Oh my god, I can’t do this right now.” Nari presses a hand to her chest like she’s physically offended by your assumption. “Do a thing?! Are you insane?”

You raise a brow. “Okay, so you didn’t. Then what’s the big deal?” She’s pulling out her phone, typing something into google.

She looks like she might actually strangle you. “Y/n, they’re famous.”

You stare at her blankly. “And? We get a shitload of famous people here, whats the big deal?”

Nari makes a strangled noise. “And?! And?! You’re telling me you don’t recognize Jeon Jungkook—of BTS?! Or Mingyu from Seventeen?! Or Cha Eunwoo, literal actor, singer, face genius?!”

You cross your arms, unimpressed. “I mean yeah, I guess i recognise it a bit but- Nari, you do realize I don’t live on the internet like you, right?”

She groans, dragging a hand down her face. “This is actually so embarrassing. You served them like they were just—regular people.”

You blink at her. “I mean, they are regular people?”

She exhales sharply, shaking her head. “No. No, they are not.”

You snort, glancing back to the table in question, The boys are still eating, but Jungkook’s eyes are quick to meet yours and you swear you see the corner of his lips quirk up like he knows exactly what your talking about. You will yourself to look away, and you see Nari sneaking pictures under the bar counter. “Well I guess it’s too late, I already treated them like normal guys, and they didn’t seem to mind.”

Nari doesn’t let up. “Okay, okay—since you’re so professional, why don’t you go check on their table? You are their server, after all.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re up to something.”

“Me? Never.” She puts a hand to her chest like she’s offended. “I just think it’s good service to make sure everything’s okay.”

You groan. “You’re so annoying.”

“And yet, you’re still walking over.”

You mutter a few curses under your breath but do as she says, smoothing your hands over your apron as you approach the table again. They’re mid-conversation, laughing about something, but the second you arrive, Jungkook’s gaze flicks to you immediately. Great. Composure, y/n!

You take a deep breath before walking up, trying not to feel Nari’s eyes drilling into the back of your head. You’re just checking in. That’s it.

When you reach them, their conversation slows, and Jungkook glances up first, his dark eyes flickering to yours almost immediately.

“Hey, uh,” you clear your throat, gripping your notepad even though you don’t need it. “Just checking in. Everything good over here?”

Mingyu nods, smiling as he pushes his plate forward slightly. “Yeah, everything’s great. Thanks.”

Eunwoo hums in agreement, giving you a polite smile.

Jungkook, though—he doesn’t answer right away. He’s still looking at you, his fingers tapping lightly against his glass. You shift on your feet, suddenly aware of how intense his gaze is.

“It’s good,” he finally says, voice smooth but casual. “Didn’t expect to have someone checking on me so much, though.”

Your brows furrow slightly. “Huh?”

His lips quirk up just a little. “You’ve been around a lot. Just saying.”

You blink. “That’s-… literally my job.”

Mingyu huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

Jungkook exhales through his nose, barely a smile, but it’s there. “Fair enough.” He looks down at his plate, nudging a piece of food with his chopsticks before glancing up at you again. “But I don’t mind.”

Your breath catches for just a second before you snap out of it, nodding stiffly. “Right. Well. Let me know if you guys need anything.”

You spin on your heel before he can say anything else, making your way back to the bar—only to find Nari grinning at you.

“So?” she sing-songs.

You roll your eyes, pretending you don’t feel the warmth still lingering in your face. “Shut up.”

—

As the night winds down, the table of ridiculously attractive men finally finishes their meals, and you’re just about to go over when Nari beats you to it, balancing the empty plates with practiced ease. She throws you a look—one that’s way too smug for your liking—as she walks past.

You roll your eyes, pretending not to care, but you can’t help glancing over. They’re still chatting, laughing among themselves, but one of them—Jungkook—stands up, stretching a little before making his way toward the bar.

Toward you.

You pretend to be busy, wiping down an already-clean spot on the counter, but you can feel him approaching before he even says anything.

“Hey,” his voice is smooth, casual, but there’s a slight rasp to it. “Just wanted to leave a tip.”

He slides a bill toward you, and when you glance down, you realize it’s…a lot. Way more than necessary. Your eyes flicker back to him, skeptical. “This is kind of excessive, don’t you think?”

Jungkook shrugs, resting his arms against the counter, tattoos peeking out beneath his sleeve. “Service was good.”

You huff a small laugh, shaking your head. “You barely let me serve you. Nari took your plates.”

“Still counts, doesn’t it?” He tilts his head slightly, studying you in that way that makes your stomach feel weirdly unsettled. Not in a bad way—just aware.

You narrow your eyes at him, playful. “You do this everywhere you go?”

“What? Tip?”

“No.” You lean a little closer. “Flirt.”

Jungkook grins, running his tongue over his lip ring before speaking. “Only when the waitress is cute.”

Oh.

You open your mouth to respond—to throw back something equally teasing—but before you can, Mingyu calls his name from the entrance, signaling that they’re leaving. Jungkook glances over his shoulder, then back at you, his grin softening just a little.

“See you around?” he says, and you’re not even sure if it’s a question or a statement.

You don’t answer immediately, just biting back a smile as you watch him walk away. And when you finally glance down at the tip he left, there’s a note scribbled onto the bill:

“For good service. And cute waitresses.”

Maybe work wasn’t so bad tonight.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Friendly Competition | Triangle!Guard x GN!Reader |

Gif by @delirivmtr3mens

Summary: You two seem to hold a competition when it comes on who takes more players down.

Warnings: Canon violence - Guns - Flirting - Organ Traffic - Reader gets called Sweetheart - MDNI -

Notes: Yes he is a bastard but I like him so if you dont then dont read. And I dont remember his number.

Player 104 The robotic voice in your left ear said. You checked throw the scope of your riffle and took the shot on his knee so he would not die fast.

Player 206 The voice said once more, this time you went to aim for her side when another shoot won yours and passed throw her liver.

"Really 033" You asked pulling your shirt to talk throw the small speaker. A male laught was your response, this was the only chance you got to know his real voice and not the robotic one the masks gave all of you.

"You need to be faster 013" He responded and you could hear the smile on his face as you repositioned yourself waiting for the next order.

Player 055 You took the shot it pierced the guy's heart. You cursed yourself mentally since it would mean less organs.

Player 405 You saw the male go down with a clean shot to the head

"You are welcome Sweetheart" His voice came once again and you had to bite down your lip to prevent the smile

"About what? You just disposed a good body" You responded looking once again as the doll sang

"And you shot one down throw the heart. Its that an indirect for me?" He joked to you as he positioned himself once more

"Im counting 14 on my side. Whats yours?" You asked to stop him from going further not that you were not liking it

A whistle rang throw your ear pircing it. "I believe we are on a tie Sweetheart. Maybe we should look for a new way on breaking this"

You could hear a small "why dont they fuck and be done" by other Guard. You felt pity for the rest. This has been going since you joined the games as a Guard.

Player 127 You were already on him shooting down at his feet then at his knee. You saw another one fall not to far away.

"15 and 15 Sweetheart, I know you can do better" His taunting yet alluring voice said

"Are going to let me win this round?" You asked back checking one again and shooting off when the voice ordered

"Temping. But I believe we should set a reward for the one who wins" Another one down "What are you doing after this" He taunted knowing fully well you two needed to follow protocol.

"Oh, I will be going out to dance tonight" You followed his joke hitting another player "Do you think you could follow my moves?"

"Sweetheart for you? I would follow anything" He flirted "I should be telling you that I dance hard, and I get that a lot"

Player 400 He was double shot by you and him and you had to bite down a laught from the side comments of the others.

The next song would be the last one and the reminded players behind the lines would be shot down. This was the last chance to break the tie. And you knew most Guards would let you and him have your own fun. You two were the best snipers of the Guards after all, all of them did bet on who would take down the most players. Even if they had to tolerate the flirting.

The Doll stopped and you wasted no time in taking down the rest of the players. You die not see their numbers or faces. For a lont time now you had detached yourself from it.

"Guards, collect your weapons and retire to your rooms. This time Guard 013 its the Guard with more kills followed by 033"

"Better luck next time 033" You called as you tucked down your gun and prepared to leave.

"Such a cold heart. Does this mean I dont get to dance with you tonight?" He asked, him pulling away his own weapon. His mind imagining yourself under the uniform and under him.

"You can knock yourself and figure it out" You responded "A warning, im a difficult dancer" You finally said pulling your mask back on.

"Oh, I would not have you any other way Sweetheart. Cant wait"

The doors opened and all of you stepped out. You could see his figure a few guards in front of you. He was all rigid and ready to follow the Square Guard orders.

It was small, very subtle but when you passed by him as he left his riffle you felt his gloved hand on you. A shiver down your spine by the idea of him coming to your room tonight.

It was luck the Front Man or other Guards seemed not to care at all. Hell maybe you two would be recorder and then the recording would be sold on the dark web.

Just as the door was closing behind you it was pushed open, guard 033 was there uniform still on. The door was pushed closed as he removed his mask and black cloth, his eyes full with desire were the first thing you saw and the messy hair.

He was on you in an instant pulling your own mask off and the cloth kissing your lips like he was starved from them. He caressed your sides urging you to get out from the uniform as he bite down on your lower lip. A suprised gasp left your mouth and he wasted no time in pushing his tongue inside. It explored yours, you got a small groan from him as you pulled his hair.

Still kissing he pushed you onto the bed, getting between your legs to let you feel just how much he wanted you. He licked your cheeck and bite down on the little flesh the uniform let see.

Moaning you removed your gloves to feel his hair now on your skin taking a mental note on how soft it was. When you feel his teeth on you, you pulled at his hair again harder getting now a full moan out of him.

"No marks" You warned, as you started to get out from the uniform.

"Sweetheart just time...I will let you call the shoots" His voice was raw with need as he kissed right where your pulse was. "Next time, and trust me there will be a next one. I will be the one who decides"

[homestylehughes]

wanna bet?

quinn hughes x fem!reader

summray: you make a bet with quinn, which of you will win?

wc: 2.9K

warnings: nsfw 18+ smut, unprotected sex, p in v (practice safe sex guys!), oral fem receiving, spitting, cussing, dirty talk. there's some plot but it's mostly smut.

an: OH BOYYYYYY... i'm a little nervous to post this... GULP. it's my first time writing smut, so hopefully you guys all enjoy!! it took me like 4 hours LOL! writing smut is hard guys... thank you to all of my smut writing warriors. ALSO i tried my hand at making a header for my work, i kinda like it?? i cant tell if i ate or not..LMFAO. anyways im done yapping. like and reblog if you like, as always much love as always.

happy reading <3

“We should make a bet.” I say to Quinn as we’re getting ready for a home game between the Canucks and Winnipeg Jets. 

He looks at me confusingly as he finishes tying his tie in the mirror. “What kind of bet are we talking about?” he mutters back. “I don't know, something spicy and fun '' I say, as I make my way over to him to fix his crooked tie. 

“Hm..i like the sound of that” quinn says, as he rests his hands on my waist pulling me closer to his body.  I chuckle at his sudden change in interest, finally fixing his tie, I rake my eyes over his face. 

“I have an idea,” I say as our eyes remain locked, “and what's that baby?” Quinn says, I can feel his gaze now locked on my lips. 

“If you score tonight, i'll let you do whatever you want to me.'' I say, as I slowly trace my hands around his neck to play with his hair, leaning my body further into his. “if you don't score, i get to do whatever i want to you, but you can't touch.” 

I can feel quinns breath hitch in his throat, as I press myself completely against his front, planting soft kisses down his neck and across his jaw. His hands moving from my waist, to my ass, griping is hard and pulling me even tighter against him. 

Quinn tips his head down to try and connect our lips together, I quickly move my head to avoid his kiss. “How do those conditions sound?” I say, looking at quinns now flushed state. 

“They sound really good, baby, they would sound even better if you'd let me kiss you.” he says, slowly moving our faces closer together. 

I slowly shake my head no, as I pull myself apart from him. “ I have to finish getting ready, and so do you.” I say, while looking at a wide eyed, flustered quinn. 

“You actually hate me, don't you?” Quinn says, looking at me, still wide eyed. “no i don't, i just like making you suffer.'' I grin back at him. 

“So are we shaking on this?” Quinn says, finally collecting himself. Without a word I held my hand out to him, waiting for him to grasp it. Our eyes are locked, as Quinn pulls his arm forward, his hand finally finding mine, pulling it into a firm handshake. “you're on Hughes,” I said to him. “No you're on, I'm scoring tonight, just for you baby '' Quinn says grinning at me like a kid in a candy store. 

I step forward and press a sweet kiss on his lips, pulling away before he has the chance to deepen it, “may the best man win” i say before turning away from him, to finish getting ready. 

I'm nervous, not for the game, but for tonight. My nerves are getting the best of me as I sit in the stands waiting for the puck to drop. My eyes follow Quinn as they warm up on the ice.

 I'm starting to think I'm a dumbass for even betting on this. Quinn is super competitive, he's not going to let me win, but damn do I want to win. 

Pushing those thoughts to the back of my head, I settle in my seat, gaze locked on ice as the first whistle signaling the game has begun goes off. 

      This is going to be a long game, a long night, I think to myself. 

The Canucks win in a shutout, 5-0. I couldn't be more proud of them as they skate off the ice. Most importantly I couldn't be more proud of myself for finally winning a bet against quinn. 

They played an incredible game tonight, with 5 amazing goals, not none of those coming from quinn. I couldn't help but secretly be happy that he didn't score. 

I leave the stands and make my way towards the locker room, waiting for Quinn to finish up with getting ready and press interviews. Around 45 minutes later, I see Quinn make his way towards me. I open my arms to him, grasping him in a hug, “good game baby” I say to him as he pulls away, whispering a small “thank you” in my direction. 

We start to make our way to the parking lot, silence surrounds us, it starts to make me nervous. “Any updates on Thatcher?” I ask, who went to the locker room during the second period, with an injury. “We don't know too much right now, hopefully we get some updates tomorrow morning on his status.'' Quinn says as he throws his bags in the back seat of the car, before sliding over to open the passenger door for me.

 “Hopefully he’s okay, I'm sure he is. He's a tough guy, keep me updated when you get any information." I say to Quinn, as he's pulling out of the parking lot. “I will.” he says shortly. I frown at his shortness, in the conversation. 

“Are you okay?” i ask him quietly, “yeah, im okay.” he replies back quickly. Not wanting to push, I decided that's a good enough answer, keeping my gaze locked on my lap the whole way home. 

The car comes to a stop, signaling that we made home. I quickly got out of the car, wanting to escape the tension that was starting to suffocate me. Unlocking the door quickly, speeding my way upstairs to the bathroom, not even looking back to see if Quinn was behind me. 

Closing the bathroom door quickly, I take a deep breath to regain my thoughts. Is Quinn mad at me? Is he upset over Demko? Upset that I won the bet? Upset that he didn't score? I don't want him to be upset with me, especially over this, this was supposed to be hot and cute and now i feel like it's blown up in my face. A bet that I don't even care about at this point. 

5 minutes later, after I've calmed myself down. I see Quinn on the edge of the bed, when I open the bathroom door. Taking another deep breath, I start to make my way across our bedroom to the closet. As I'm beginning to pass the bed where Quinn sits, I feel him grab my leg, pulling me back towards him. 

My nerves are rising again. I'm now in between Quinn's legs, looking down at my feet as I wait for him to say something. I feel his hands run up my thighs, gripping them with a slight pressure. Trailing them higher on my body, over the Hughes jersey that covers my upper half. Quinns hands, finding their home on my waist, for the second time today. 

“Baby, look at me,” Quinn says, gently but with authority. I slowly lift my head up to lock my eyes to his. “I think we have a bet to take care of.” he says to me, my brain doesn't even register what he just said to me, before i start speaking. “are you mad at me? I feel like you're mad at me. We don't have to do this, it's just a bet it doesn't really matter to me Quinn. I thought this was a good idea earlier but now i dont think it's a good idea. I know you're definitely mad at-” 

  I'm quickly cut off by the feeling of quinns lips on mine. Taking me by surprise it takes my body a few seconds to respond. Once I do, my hands are instantly finding his hair, as Quinn pulls me down so I'm now straddling his lap, our kiss getting more intense by the second. 

I began to grind myself on his bulge that I felt growing beneath me. Quinn begins painting beneath me, his mouth opening enough for me to slide my tongue into his mouth, pulling myself into him. Our mouths began to fight for dominance. Our bodies move against each other at a faster rate. Quinns hands pushed my waist hard against his, causing me to moan into his mouth. 

Quinn pulls back suddenly, causing me to wine more. “Does it look like I'm upset with you baby?” he asks me as he starts to suck on my neck leaving kisses in his wake, causing me to arch my back closer into his mouth. Pulling away from my neck, looking at each other as we’re both panting. “I was acting like a sore loser” quinns says while rubbing slow circles on my thigh, eyes still locked with mine. “I don't like losing, and I really don't like not being able to have my way with you, not being able to touch you.” he breathes out at me. I'm struggling to find my words while he's looking at me like that. 

“Quinn. I don't care about this stupid bet anymore, I want you now." I don't even wait for him to respond to me before I'm crushing our lips back together. The kiss is hot, with need and want. Our teeth and tongues clashing together. 

I find the will to pull myself off Quinn, now standing in front of him. Without saying anything, I began to peel off my clothes. Pulling off the jersey, leaving me in a black lacy bra, and my jeans. Quickly moving my hands to my jeans, unbuttoning them quickly, pulling them down with my underwear, kicking them off my feet. Reaching behind me and unclasping my bra. Leaving me completely bare in front of Quinn.

“I want you naked, now.” I say to Quinn, who moves in supersonic speed pulling off his clothes and throwing them somewhere behind me. 

“Fuck baby.'' Quinn says as he's pulling me into him again. “You look so hot right now, all for me too.” tracing his hands down my bare sides, causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps in his wake. 

Leaning forward he begins to press kisses against my stomach making his way down to my pussy, my breath begins to hitch, I'm afraid my legs are going to buckle beneath me. “Can I taste you baby? I want to taste your sweet pussy,  haven't in so long.” he says, as he slowly pulls my thighs apart. I can't find it within me to stop him, I don't care about the bet anymore. I need him to do something. “Yes please” I told him. He doesn't need to be told twice. 

Quinn quickly throws me down on the bed, my body making a small thud as it hits the bed. Quinn immediately pulled my thighs apart so he could rest between them.

 I'm knocked out of my daze, as I feel Quinn start to press kisses on the inside of my thighs, my breath is beginning to quicken again. “Look at me baby” he says, as he lifts his head to reach my eyes.

 I crane my neck to meet his gaze. Getting a good look at him, pupils blown with lust, his lips swollen and red, hair a mess, seeing him in this state turns me on even more. 

“Please Quinn,” I yelled out to him, shifting my body closer to his face. I need something, anything. ‘So impatient” Quinn chuckles, as he leans in closer to my pussy, so close I can feel his breath fan on my folds, causing me to slowly moan. “Keep your eyes on mine or I will stop. Got it?” he roughly says to me, nodding my head yes quickly. “Words baby” he says, “yes, yes quinn” i say urgently. 

Before I know it his face is diving into my cunt, his tongue instantly finding my clit, making arch my back into him. “Fuck” i say in a strangled moan, as my hands find their way to quinns hair, pushing his face deeper in my cunt. 

His tongue is lapping me up like a grown man starving, his hands are pushing my legs so hard and so far apart it almost hurts, but I can't find it inside me to care. His pace began to quicken, pushing his tongue in and out of my cunt. “Who got you this wet baby?” he mumbles into my heart. “You! Fuck right there baby” i moan out, as quinn slowly pushes 2 fingers in. 

The pressure is beginning to build in my stomach, between quinn fingering me and lapping and sucking on my clit is enough to push me over the edge. “Harder, faster, fuck quinn.'' I managed to push out, his actions now becoming faster and more aggressive than before. 

Before I realize, my peak is coming. My hips grinding themselves on quinns face,  desperate to cum. “That's it baby, there you go.” he says, as i begin to push myself on his fingers deep inside of me. Moving his thumb to now, rub my clit at a fast rate. “fuck quinn im coming” i push my head flat against the pillow as my body archs into him. “Fuck, don't stop. Quinn please don't stop, please please” i began to blubber out as i began to cum all over his fingers. Continuing to grind myself against him, taking anything that he’ll give me.

Quinns hands keep my thighs from closing shut and he removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue. Riding me through the last of my orgasm. My moans and pants are filling the room, my breath leaving my lungs as I finally come down from my orgasm. 

Quinn slowly pulled his face away from my heat. “That was the hottest thing, ive never seen, fuck” he says before making his way on top of me, his lips finding mine. 

Wrapping my arms around his neck pulling his chest to mine. Our bodies rocking together, “quinn” i say breathless, as his tongue is attacking my neck, moving his mouth lower down my body. Grasping my left nipple in his mouth, gently biting it, then releasing it into his mouth, wrapping his hot tongue around it. The action causes me to moan loudly, pushing my already close body even closer, if that's even possible.

As good as his assault on my boobs feels, I need him inside of me now. “Quinn” I say firmer this time. Pulling his face to mine, “ i need you to fuck me now, please now” i say panting in his face. 

That seems to flip a switch inside of quinn, he's quickly lining up his cock, with my entrance, slowly pushing himself into me. Quinn goes as he fully enters me, our eyes locking for a quick moment before I lift my head to bring myself to his lips. This kiss is different from the others, love and passion filled, a kiss that isn't rushed. “Can I move baby?” quinn asks from above me, “yes please fuck me” i pant back into his mouth, bringing our lips back together again.

Quinns hips quickly snapping against mine, pulling out fullying before pushing himself back into me. The quick motion caused the both of us to moan loudly, “harder” I moan out to him. “You want me to fuck you harder baby?” Quinn says back to me. To answer his question I push my hips up to meet his thrusts, quinn moves one of his hands from my waist to my right leg, and pushes it above his shoulder. the new angle, hitting a depth i didn't know was even possible. Fucking me at a pace so good, that i didnt want him to stop. 

The sound of groans, moans and our skin meeting and slapping together fills our room, our bodies slick with sweat. My eyes flutter open meeting quinns eyes, as he fucks me so deep and so good, my mouth is hung open but no words are coming out. 

Grabbing my jaws he leans down and spits into my mouth “swallow” he orders, his eyes still locked with mine. I do as he says, swallowing every last bit.

“Fuck you’re so hot” quinn moans at me, as he continues to fuck me. “More more '' I moan loudly at him, Quinn then pushes both of my legs on his shoulders. Fucking me so deep i can feel him in my stomach.

“Im gonna cum, baby” Quinn breathes in my ear, his face dropping to my neck as he picks up his pace. I feel the familiar burn build up in my stomach again. “Don't stop, im almost there please dont stop” i wine at him urging him to go even faster. 

Grabbing our headboard, using more strength to push himself harder into me. One singular snap of his hips causes me to cum. “Quinn quinn, im coming fuck fuck fuck” i moan loudly. “come for me baby fuck” quinn says as he continues to fuck me though my orgasm. 

“Im cumming” he sputters out, his lips finding mine. Our bodies move together as we’re coming down from our highs. 

My legs slowly come down from his shoulders, Quinn slowly pulling out of me, wincing as he does. Collapsing beside me, our chests falling and rising together, pants fill the room still. I turn my body to his hand tracing his chest and neck. Pushing his hair that's fallen in his face back. Quinns arms circled around my waist pulling me closer to him. 

“So much for the bet huh?” he says while laughing, pulling me in for another kiss.

[strafepanzer]

shoot your shot

k.bakugo | collab intro + m.list

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: 18+! prohero!bakugo, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, alcohol, dubcon if you really squint

▸ ▸ ▸ wc: idk dude sorry

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: hbd king! make sure to check out the other writers on the m.list and enjoy!!!

Among the thousands of replies, your pfp caught his eye.

anyone will do, huh?

Bakugo reads over the words a few times. Sure, his alcohol-induced thirst trap selfie was… out of character, but this from you?

Surely, it's an impossibility. He rubs his eyes and falls back into the black, plush leather of his couch, clicking your profile and scrolling through it. You're the quiet girl with the nice tits from insurance, the only person at the agency that he has anything remotely akin to a crush on.

You were there tonight in electric orange and black, stuffed into a booth with the other agency girls; your group sporadically sent him drinks-- those damn daiquiris-- and judging from the laughter pouring out of your booth, you all enjoyed watching him down them.

The one and only Dynamight downing bitch drinks? Hilarious, apparently.

The night got hazy, but he vaguely remembers getting you one-on-one at some point, remembers flashes of your smile, runs of your laughter, and your birthstone pendant hanging on a gold chain just below your collar bone.

Your delicate fingers on his forearm.

His teeth grind together, nostrils flaring as he reads over your words again, fingers flexing before he gropes his bulge. Your voice, seemingly teasing, rings through his brain melodically, but no matter how hard he closes his eyes, he can't remember the interaction.

What did you two talk about? Were you flirting with him? Fuck, did he miss his chance? If he concentrates, he can see the shimmer of your lipgloss reflecting the neon lights in that shitty bar, but everything else is radio silence.

A ding, then a notification flags across the top of his screen: 1 Photo Attached. He taps it and bites his bottom lip.

You're smiling at the camera, winking and throwing up a peace sign in front of expensive looking double doors. Familliar double doors. He recognises the gold embellishments and black glass tinted so dark, its impossible to see through from the outside.

A selfie in front of his apartment building.

Another sound and,

Typing…

Typing…

Typing…

Appears in the chat. He feels stupid just waiting, but if you're really coming onto him, he needs to not scare you away.

gonna buzz me up, mr hero?

He's on his feet at an almost embarrassing speed, unlocking the front door and sending you his floor and room number in the chat.

Then, he paces, pours himself a glass of water, and waits.

Your knock is faint, and he wonders if you've sobered up some, briefly hesitating at the doorknob. He looks through his spyhole and sees you looking this way and that, shifting nervously and fiddling with your hair.

He tugs the door open and leans against it, eyes staring you down. You blink and take a short breath, eyes scanning his naked torso, briefs, muscular thighs--

He clears his throat. "You look nervous."

Your eyes on his leave him a little starstruck. Sure, youre pretty to admire from afar, but up close? He's stupid for getting wasted and forgetting what he said to you.

"Liquid courage has thoroughly worn off." You agree with a nod and a nervous yet dazzling smile.

Fuck, he's so done for.

"Just to be clear, you hit me up." Bakugo says, opening the door and giving you space to enter. "I'm not holding you here against your will."

"What? No, yeah, I totally take the blame on this, one million percent." You agree, stepping into his apartment. He watches your ass in that tight dress as you walk past him, savours the scent of your perfumed skin while you're in his vicinity. "I just thought-- oh my gods," you turn to face him, embarrassed. "This is ridiculous, isn't it? I thought you were like... sending me signals at the bar."

He probably was, but he cant fucking remember.

He gestures for you to follow him into the living room. "I was wasted."

"You grabbed my ass and called me sexy." You laugh, kicking off your heels before stepping onto his carpet.

"Fat fuckin chance, sugar tits." He grumbles, embarrassed by his drunken antics, but then you're grabbing his hand and tugging him back half a step. Before he can even gasp, your lips are on his, your hands pulling him down to you, your tongue running along his lips.

"Yeah, you called me that, too." You breathe, nose to nose as you stare into his eyes.

His hands finally find your waist. "I didn't think you'd be this forward."

"This is how forward you were with me at the bar." You frown then, head tilting to the side. "You honestly don't remember? Now I feel like a predator."

He laughs, then, something full bodied and joyous. "Trust me, sweetheart, you're the prey here."

All logical thinking flies out the window the moment his lips meet yours again. Your bag drops to the floor as he devours you, hands bunching up that little orange dress at your waist and lifting you to wrap your legs over his hips.

You moan when he grinds his length up against you. "Oh my god, are we doing this?" You ask, his mouth assaulting your neck, littering it with kisses and nips as he walks you to his bedroom.

"It's my birthday," he rasps, revelling in the taste of you, the feel of you. It's one thing coveting something, but it's another to finally have it in your hands.

"Happy Birthday, Katsuki." You kiss him on the top of his head, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his neck.

"Being cute isn't gonna make me go any easier on you." He promises, dropping you onto his bed. You just laugh and pull your dress over your head, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra.

"I came prepared to go down on you, but this kinda feels like you want a little more from me." You admit as he tugs off his briefs and covers you with his body.

"What gave you that idea?" He grins, palming your tits and dragging those battle worn hands down your soft torso to rest at your hips. "You sure you're okay with this?"

"What? Yes." You breathe, reaching down to ghost your fingers over his throbbing cock. He hisses before you grip it properly, with purpose, and begin pumping him slowly with your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Fuck," he curses softly, making light work of your panties and kissing you, bucking instinctually up into your hands. "I need to be inside you," he demands huskily, biting down on your lip and looking into your eyes for permission.

"Y-yeah, I want it," you nod feverishly as his fingers test your wet heat, rubbing and probing before sliding in.

"Shit," he huffs as you throw your head back, his fingers exploring you and stretching you out. "Fuck, I can't wait, are you good to go?"

"Stop talking and fuck me, Katsuki," you moan, laying there with your chest heaving and lipstick smudged.

His hands grope your thighs, pushing them up and opening yourself to him. With a curse at the tip of his tongue and his teeth in his bottom lip, he lines himself up and pushes forward.

"Oh--" you moan, before your hand slaps over your mouth.

Bakugo let's you silence yourself while he adjusts to the toe tingling feeling of being inside you. It's heavenly, but it feels like sinning. He pulls back a little before pushing forward, notices your free hand fisting his scarlet sheets beside your head.

After a few more testing thrusts and he stills inside you, his body covers yours, those big, calloused hands drawing up your forearms to interlock your fingers beside your head.

"I wanna hear you cry while I ruin you, pretty girl. You okay with that?" He asks lowly, voice almost a growl.

"Fuck, oh fuck, Katsuki it's so big," you babble, bordering incoherent already.

A feral grin grows on his face. He's gonna fuck you stupid.

"It's okay, baby, you can take it, I know you can," he mumbles condescendingly, kissing your nose gently, then your lips. "As a present, for my birthday."

He can't wait any longer, hips rocking into you, shallowly grinding, searching for that spot deep inside you that makes you moan. You're already gasping, eyes watering as your mouth hangs open, fingers flexing in his grip as your chest starts to heave.

You really are gorgeous like this, panting and wanton beneath him. Ideally, he'd make you cum a few times before he does, but he's been half mast all fucking week, and he really can't wait to fill you up.

"Sorry, baby, I can't hold back anymore." He kisses you deeply, before letting go of your hands and pushing your legs up, hands gripping the backs of your knees, then bruising at your thighs.

He licks his lips, pulls out, and hammers back in. You yelp, but he does it again, setting a pace that wouldn't be sustainable for your average man. It boosts his ego that he's gonna ruin other people for you, but the little breathy ohmygodkatsukifuck that leaves your lips while you scratch at his back is probably going to ruin other women for him.

Shit, your smell, the way you taste and feel-- you're sucking him back in when he tries to pull out, pussy hellbent on milking him before he's done with you. He kisses you while he fucks you, sloppy and messy and wet, and in moments you're a howling mess.

He swallows your cries as your whole body tenses, but he doesn't let himself cum with you, fucking you through it instead.

"Nonononononono..." you mutter, fingernails digging into his traps as you shake your head, pushing him away. "Stop stop, I'm gonna--"

Bakugo's heart flutters, grin feral. "Gonna what? Gonna what?" He grits, continuing to fuck you.

"Gonna-- hnghh!" You tense again, and as he fucks back into you, hot, wet squirt splashes against his groin, dripping all over the both of you and darkening those scarlet sheets maroon.

"Oh shit," he breathes, the feeling of it, the sight of you, the sound of his wet skin slapping against yours sending him over the edge as he fucks his cum into you, filling you up.

You're still mumbling incoherent nonsense when he collapses on top of you, your hands over your face in what he comes to realise is mortification.

"I'm s'sorry, oh my god, what was that? I'm so embarrassed, I--"

"Hey hey hey, are you crying?" He frowns prying your fingers from your face.

"I wet the bed in front of you!" You almost shriek, but he's just glad you're not crying. "Not just any guy, but you!"

"Yeah, and it was the hottest thing ever." He grins, feeling calm for the first time in a long time. "Fuck, I don't even care how the PR team are gonna react; getting you to squirt on me makes it worth it. I'm guessing you don't do that often?"

"Often? I never do that."

"Baby, that was hot as hell." He kisses you, then rolls over, bringing you with him.

"Happy Birthday, I guess?" You smile then, resting on his chest, drawing a finger over one of his more jaggered scars. "You don't remember what you said to me at the bar, do you?"

"I remember your tits?" He shrugs, still riding that post-orgasmic high. You laugh, and when you don't elaborate, he taps your chin so you look up at him. "What did I say?"

You start getting a little shy again. "You asked me on a date, said you were gonna take me somewhere, anywhere I want."

"I did, did I?"

"Mm, then you kissed me and claimed it was your birthday present from me."

"Fuck off," he chuckles then, embarrassed. "What a loser."

"Then I saw your... proposition online..." You mumble, eyes back on that scar.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm deleting that post, but my offer to you still stands."

"Even though you don't remember making it?"

"Baby, I just filled you with my cum, and I'm feeling like I'd like to do it again real fuckin soon. And maybe even again after that." He pulls you closer, so you're straddling him properly, your lips hovering over his. "If you'll let me."

"I don't know if that's your twisted way of asking me out or if you're looking for a fuck buddy." You pout.

"You wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked, slightly shocked at the thought. Shocked, but not against it.

"Yeah, I do." You smile, that so pretty smile.

"Well shit, when are you moving in?" He asks, half joking.

You laugh, kissing him on the cheek. "Shut up, do you mean it? You really wanna date me?"

"Yeah, I do." He says, heart hammering in his chest.

"Good, thats-- that's good."

"It is, isn't it? Now that we have that outta the way," he sits up, keeping you in his lap. "Round 2 in the shower?"

"You'll have to carry me, I still can't feel my legs." You smile.

"Maybe the bitch drinks weren't such a bad idea, after all." Bakugo grins, pulling you close in a slow, deliberate kiss.

[marksmelodies]

nct dream reactions to finding out you’re fwb/ secretly dating another member

genre: idol x fem reader au

warnings: cussing, suggestive, sex

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mark

mark was currently running to the convenience store quickly getting some drinks as the rest of the boys were hanging out in the kitchen of their dorm.

“ man mark left his phone here” renjun says picking it up seeing spam messages from you

y/n: i cant wait to see you tonight markie <3

y/n: what time are you planning on leaving ur place?

y/n: just tell them you’re going to the studio or something

y/n: let me know when you’re on the way later, i wanna get all pretty for you, i’m gonna wear the new lingerie set you got me

y/n: even though you’re just gonna rip it right off

y/n: we haven’t fucked in so long, i might be really tight for you, i know you always complain how you finish super quick when i’m really tight, you might wanna cum once before heading to my place so you’ll last longer

renjun face immediately turns red after reading the messages, he knew he messed up, slamming the phone back down on the table he looks up at the members

“ i just read something i definitely shouldn’t have.”

renjun

you had just gotten out of the shower getting ready for a get together with the dream members, renjun came over before everyone else to help set up.

“babe did you buy more condoms like i asked, we used the last ones last night?” you yell to renjun through the house before the thought leaves your mind.unbeknownst to you the boys had arrived while you were showering, renjun mentally face palmed himself knowing the guys would never let this go… dreading looking up to see the boy’s reactions, before he could look up you walked out of your room “ junnie did yo - oh” you cut yourself off as you realized who all was in your living room already.

“babe??” jaemin questions

“ CONDOMS?!?! EXPLAIN YOURSELVES!!” haechan screams with his eyebrow raised.

“ i think it’s pretty self explanatory haechan, they’re fucking” chenle laughs

“ you guys heard nothing, i did not say a thing” you say walking over to renjun hiding your red face in the crook of his neck

“ good going babe” you hear him whisper in you ear.

jeno

you have known the boy for years now, you and jeno had been friends for a long time but just this year you decided to take it a step further, not exactly dating but not just friends, some would call it friends with benefits but it was more than that. today you and jeno were hanging with all of nct, once a month they hold parties where all the members get to hang out, some even bring their significant others.some members playing beer pong, some gaming others doing karaoke and chitchatting, everyone was having a good time. accept jeno.

you haven’t met all the members before being that you primarily hang out with the dreamies most often, yangyang approached you a little bit ago challenging you to a beer pong game, so as you two were playing jeno stood against the kitchen counter glaring at you with his arms crossed.

if looks could kill yangyang would’ve been long gone.

you jump as you win the game making yangyang chug the last cup of beer, he approaches you complementing you in your win, as you two stand there getting closer with eachother, asking questions about yourselves you look over to jeno who’s squinting his eyes in an intimidating way just waiting for the right moment to approach you two. as time goes by you realize that yangyang is in fact flirting, you awkwardly laugh trying your best to get out of the conversation however he keeps dragging you back, soon enough yangyang places his hand around your waist, you immediately back away as you bump into someone behind you, that very someone being jeno.

“ hey babe i’ve been looking everywhere for you” jeno says as he grabs your hips placing one hand around it as the other one goes to your ass, leaving a peck on your lips.

“ i see you’ve been talking to yangyang, yangyang this is my GIRLFRIEND y/n” he smiles

“ oh shit girlfriend?? my bad bro i thought you two were just friends” he says

“ it was nice talking to you, i think i should go” yangyang hurried away extremely intimidated by jeno

“ babe what are doing, there’s so many people here i thought we were keeping us a secret, and girlfriend.. i don’t remember you asking me out unless i’m so drunk i can’t remember” you push past him, he pulls you back into him with his strong arms

“ maybe i’m hinting something sweet girl, we’ll talk about it when we’re both sober”

as the night goes on jeno decides to play a shot game against a few members, taking shot by shot. members backing out one by one leaving jeno as the champion. the crowd watching as he takes his last shot, when he finishes everyone cheers for him, jeno clearly not sober, grabs you and kisses you on the spot in front of everyone, gasps heard from a distance you and jenos tongue fight for dominance, grabbing up on you he squeeze your ass pulling away

“ i knew it haechan yells”

“ let’s go to the bathroom babe i need my dick in you immediately” he yells loud enough for almost everyone to hear.

“ oh my god jeno you’re so embarrassing” you say leading him into the bathroom as the group freaks out over what just happened.

haechan

you and haechan we’re currently thousands of miles away from each other due to nct dreams tour.

“ i miss you pretty girl” haechan says over videocall

“ i miss you more hyuckie” you smile at him through the camera

“ where are the rest of the boys? aren’t you rooming with someone?” you ask

“ i’m sharing the room with mark but he’s in the shower right now, i think the others are asleep it’s pretty late here”

“ oh that’s right it’s nearly midnight for you, you should get some sleep love”

“ i’m not tired baby, actually i’m quite the opposite” he smerks at you

“ oh my god haechan don’t give me that look”

“ it’s not my fault i haven’t had your life changing pussy in so long” he sighs

“ you’re so dramatic.. but i admit i’m having the same problem over here”

haechans face drops into a serious look

“ come fly out here, i’ll pay for everything”

“ haechan be serious for five seconds”

“ i’m so serious y/n i need you so bad, i miss you so much, i miss your body and how it rides me so well, i miss your taste, i miss everything about you”

“ i’ll tell you what, go focus on your shows and do your best for me and when you get back you can sleep at my place and i’ll let you do everything you desire”

“ EVERYTHING?!?!” haechan shouts

“ yes baby everything, we can go at it all night if you really want” you laugh

“ YES ” he says in an excited tone

“ you’re the best, i could kiss you right now” he kisses the phone

once you two end your conversation and say goodnight hanging up the phone, mark walks out of the bathroom and lays on his bed casually scrolling through his phone.

“ so you’re fucking y/n? i would’ve never expected that” mark stares nonchalantly turning towards haechan

haechan stares at him with wide eyes

“ the walls are very thin” mark laughed

“ how much of our conversation did you hear??” haechan asks

“ enough to make me want to puke”

haechan rolls his eyes

“ don’t worry your little secret is safe with me”

jaemin

jaemin had to be back on stage in 15 minutes.

“ babe come on you’re going to be late,everyone’s looking for you” you say trying to push him off of you

you and jaemin are best friends at least that’s what you tell everyone, in reality you’ve been seeing each other romantically for a few months now. currently backstage in the dressing room jaemin has you sitting on the table, shirt pulled up exposing your chest as he feels you up, kissing every inch of you.

“ i’ll go back out in a minute i’m not done feeling all of you yet my love”

jaemin quickly lifts your skirt up pulling your panties to the side as he slips his pants down pulling his dick out and lining it up with you, he quickly thrusts into you

“ oh my god jaemin you feel so good” you moan

“ fuck your so tight” he curses under his breath

the door suddenly swings open as the members appear in the door way

“ oh shit, oh my god im so sorry, continue” chenle says immediately closing the door

“ oh my god your entire group just saw my titties” you say wanting to cry of embarrassment

“ it’s okay baby we can worry about that later, focus on me right now ” jaemin coos

you and jaemin open the door to see the members in the hallway, you grab jaemins hand looking to the ground in embarrassment

“i’m so sorry you had to see that” you say

“ i’m not, that was hot as fuck” haechan jokes as jaemin gives him the death stare

“ just remind me to never go near that table again” chenle says disgusted

“ by the way, you all owe haechan and i 20 bucks, i told y’all they were fucking” jeno says.

chenle

the boys decided for chenles birthday that they would go to his house and prank him by waking him up for practice screaming happy birthday and jumping on his bed.as they all approached his bedroom mark counted down and they all busted through the door, to their surprise they found chenle and you cuddled up in bed, your bare back facing the door and both of your clothes from last night scattered on the floor hinting that you were both naked under the sheets

thankfully you’re a heavy sleeper, so the boys sudden entrance had no affect on you whatsoever however chenle not so much, the boys stand frozen for a second before chenle groans shooing them to go away

“ shit go go go” they whisper leaving the room in a hurry

“ sorry” renjun whispers leaving the room shutting the door it abruptly opens again and a hushed

“hope y’all used protection” was said before shutting the door again.

jisung

due to jisungs recent ankle injury he wasn’t able to attend practice with the rest of the dreamies, the boys walked down the hall heading to their dorm after a long practice

“ i hope jisungs doing okay, he’s probably lonely being all cooped up in his room all day” mark says

“ are you kidding that kid is having the time of his life playing endless video games” jeno chuckles,getting closer to the dorm they hear slight banging getting louder the closer they get

“ what the hell” jaemin says turning door handle to their place

“ oh my god, yes jisung right there” you moan loudly

the dorm is filled with loud moans shared between you and jisung,the bed squeaking and the headboard banging into the wall slightly causing the picture frames on the other side of it to shake

“ cum for me baby” jisungs voice echos across the dorm

“ oh my god” jeno says as they all walk back out into the hallway quickly evacuating the dorm after realizing whats going on

“ holy shit our little innocent jisung is getting laid” haechan says as everyone stands there shocked on what to do next

“ there’s a good place to eat right down the road why won’t we give them some time” jaemin suggests

“ god i just cant believe jisung is corrupted, he’s been putting on a façade this whole time” haechan continues

“ let him be haechan at least he’s getting some unlike you” renjun laughs

“ man our youngest is all grown up” mark says “ he better have wrapped it” he adds

“ OH MY GOD WAIT WAS HE FUCKING Y/N” chenle gasps as the whole groups come to a halt, the boys stand there in the middle of the street contemplating what to do

“ we have to go back and see for ourselves” they say in unison, running back to the dorms

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Thanks for reading lovelies!!! hopes you enjoyed!!! <3

[yujiqi]

match made in heaven

stranger!hyunjin x wealthy f!reader

synopsis: you’re feeling desperate tonight so you decide to look for someone to hook up with on a dating app and it seems you guys could be more than a one night stand

genre/s: smut, fluff

warnings: oral f!receiving, vanilla sex, lil bit of dry humping

wc: 1.7k

a/n: listen to singularity - bts while reading! i wrote this 2 years ago so it’s not that good but i feel bad for not posting so heres a little smth! mostly proofread!

you long for evenings like this. sipping on a glass of wine, taking a hot bath with a rich lavender essence filling the bathroom.

"miss y/n, your food has arrived. shall i leave it here?" you hear your butler from the other side of the door.

"leave it on my coffee table, thank you"

you hear his footsteps fading away. being wealthy is fun. many people say money cant buy happiness but you think that's false. they're just saying that because they don't have money.

you live alone, your butler and the others that do your housework come early in the morning, but by midnight, it's just you. a part of you wishes you had someone to spend your nights with. you’re the ceo of the company your dad owns. some say you were born with a silver spoon. they aren't wrong, but it does bother you how people badmouth you behind your back when you could easily end their career.

you take the last sip of your wine and set the glass down. you carefully step out of the bathtub and wrap a towel around yourself. the aroma of food fills your nostrils. you ordered lobster with a couple other sides. your butler left a new bottle of wine right by it. you usually don't have big meals like this but it’s friday and it’s been a tiring week. you hear your phone ring and you hesitate for a moment. you don't feel like talking to anyone right now. it’s your mom calling. she's always bugging you about how you need to get married.

"hello" you finally answer the phone.

"y/n. what did i tell you about ignoring my calls." she sounds mad.

"you know i'm busy, mom"

"too busy to answer the woman that brought you to this planet?"

"mom," you pause for a second because you really don't wanna do this right now. "i have to go"

"when are you going to get married, y/n" you feel like she can practically hear your eye roll at this point.

"why are you so worried about that when i'm literally the ceo of a company? i'm well off, i don’t need a man" you protest.

"i just think it would be best if you settled with a man, have a kid that will soon takeover the company too"

"i'm going to sleep. goodnight" and with that, you hang up.

you’re 26, she seriously needs to back off a bit. although you do feel you should find a man. you don't want a man to settle down with though, you want a man to satisfy you and pleasure you. lord knows you need it. you can't remember the last time you had sex. maybe 3 years ago? you’ve been so busy, you haven't had time to think about yourself. you look at your phone and can't believe what you’re about to do. you open the app store and type in "hookup apps".

you’re shocked you’d stoop this low, but you’re feeling really desperate tonight. you open the app and it asks for the basics. name, age, city, and a few extra questions. the app is very quick to find matches. none of them interest you until someone catches your eye.

hyunjin, 23, seoul

cool, hes 3 years younger than you but you can make it work. you send a request to him and he immediately sends a message.

hyunjin: into younger guys i see?

me: im gonna be honest... im really desperate rn

hyunjin: oh yeah? dont u wanna know even a little bit about me?

me: not really

hyunjin: i could be an old white man yk

me: the fact that ur saying that alr lets me know ur not

hyunjin: true

me: ill give u my address then

hyunjin: already???

me: i told u im desperate

you send him your address and anxiously wait in the lobby area of your penthouse. you mess with the strap on your velvet robe. you’re not wearing anything underneath so easy access, right? you get a message from hyunjin asking for the gate code. you give it to him and soon you hear the doorbell chime throughout the house. you quickly get up and open the massive door for him.

"woah" his mouth wide open, pure shock on his face

"you like it?"

"i'm not talking about the house, i'm talking about you" he says.

well that's a first. you don't get many guests, but when you do, all they talk about is the house.

"you're bold" is all you manage to let out. he's fine. incredibly fine. the way his long black his falls perfectly onto his shoulders. you notice the mole under eye. how unique. he's also very tall, much taller than you at least. he has long, slim fingers and your mind can't help but imagine what he can do with them.

"do you want a glass of wine?" you ask him

"i thought you were horny"

"i am, i'm just building up to it" you look up at him with those eyes. the ones that make any guy melt. you grab his hand and lead him upstairs to your room. we sit on the couch and you pour him a glass. even while he drinks, he doesn't take his eyes off of you. he looks hungry and you like it.

"this is a nice place you have" he says, setting down the glass.

"yeah, i'm the ceo of my dad's company" you’re not really one to brag so you don't know why you said that, internally face palming. he nods and continues to stare into your eyes. he then looks down to catch a glimpse at what you’re wearing. the hunger in his eyes grows even more. with the way he's looking at you, you don't think you can sit still any longer. you get closer to him. he watches you closely. you look at him and ask,

"what do you want?"

"you" is all he says before placing his lips on yours. he kisses you so slow and sensually, just how you like it. you wrap your arms around his neck and your hand moves to the back of his head. he deepens the kiss, if that was even possible. he adjusts himself on the couch, making you sit on his lap. you can't help but to slightly grind against him due to the lack of friction. he lets out a slight groan into the kiss. so he likes this... good to know.

"hyunjin, please" you breathe between kisses

he only lets out a low moan in response. his hands find your robe strap. he wastes no time unraveling it. you get goosebumps from the cold air. but the second his hands land on your bare chest, you feel hot. he plays with your breasts for a while before breaking the kiss. his lips move to your jaw, then neck, then collarbone. you start to breathe heavy as you wait for him to put his mouth where you want it the most.

he kisses the area right above your left nipple and takes it in his mouth soon after. you almost immediately moan at the sensation you haven't felt in forever. you run your fingers gently through his hair as his face is shoved in your chest.

"hyunjin, the bed" you whisper into his ear. he stops feasting on you and looks into your eyes with that same look from before, but this one more desperate. he hurriedly picks you up and places you on your king bed, white satin sheets. your lips connect again with the slow and sensual pace as hyunjin climbs on top of you. it feels like you’ve been doing this all night but its only been a few minutes. you pull his shirt over his head. he has a slim appearance, but also has visible abs. what a sight. he's so beautiful, you admire him before he starts to kiss down your stomach. he gets closer and closer to your pussy and you want to moan before he even does anything. you like that in this moment, no words are needed. you’re taking things slowly. you desperately want him to touch and feel every part of you. he looks up at you before eating you out like you’re his last meal. with every movement of his tongue, you feel like you’re in heaven knowing you’re far from it. you thrust your hips, shoving yourself further into his mouth. he pulls your legs further apart, trying to taste every inch of you. there's that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling building up in you.

a breathy "hyun m’gonna" is all that can come out of your mouth.

"not yet love" he moves away from your pulsing cunt. you’re about to whine before he shuts you up with another kiss. he sits up to unbutton his pants. he discards his boxers as well. he pumps himself a bit before leaning down to place more kisses onto your lips as if he'll never get to feel them again. he adjusts himself before thrusting into you slowly. gosh it's been so long since you’ve felt something this good. he leans forward onto his elbows, his cock buried deep in you. you feel his breath your my ear. you wrap your arms around him tightly. the way you are right now feels so comfortable. it's like you’ve known him your whole life even though you met 30 minutes ago. he ruts into you deeply and passionately.

"y/n you're doing so good" he breathes out. he holds you tighter, kissing the skin by your ear. his thrusts start to get faster as you both get closer to your orgasm, and your moans get louder. there's that feeling again, except it's much more intense this time. with one final thrust, you both release. it's interesting how you’re so in sync with everything. you don't want this to be your last night with him. you guys catch your breath for a second before he removes his head from your neck to look at you.

"you're amazing" he smiles at you, a sincere one.

"you too" you smile back.

for some reason, it feels like you don't need to say anything else. like you both know what the other is feeling and thinking through everything you just did. it's connections like this that you should cherish. you plan on sticking with him.

"lets stay like this for a while, then get cleaned up, yeah?" he says

you just nod, his hair tickles your chin.

you’ve finally found your match, your match made in heaven.

[triptuckers]

on the bottom of the lake - percy jackson

Request: yes! "I love ur writing!! could you write something w Percy helping anxious reader?? I’ve been super stressed lately and idk this show is keeping me sane lmao" Pairing:  Percy Jackson x reader Summary:  you've been stressed and percy knows the perfect way to help you relax Warnings:  reader being stressed, some swearing, anxiety Word count:  917 A/N: I drew so many pjo characters yesterday I cant wait to share them when I'm done with them :) thanks for your request, enjoy!

you don't know if you've ever felt like this. sure, you'd been stressed before. but now you're losing sleep over it. and not a few hours, just nights without zero sleep at all.

you've got a big project you need to do for school over the summer. if you call, it'll be your last strike and you'd be expelled. like it was your fault you had trouble reading and concentrating.

when you arrived at camp half-blood at the start of summer, you thought some of your worries would go away.

the opposite happened.

you saw everyone around you having a good time. they didn't have to worry about some project. they slept peacefully from night til morning.

even if you can't work on your project, you're constantly thinking about it. your mind never rests.

percy noticed you've been stressed and tries to talk to you about it, but you always shut him down. it's enough to think about it all the time, let alone talk about it.

after a couple of days, percy tries again. he really wants to help you, but he don't know why.

'hey, y/n?' says percy.

'what's up?' you say, looking up at him. you're supposed to help your cabin prepare for tonight's bonfire, but so far you're not helping much.

'about your project-'

'gods, will you leave it alone, percy!' you burst out. 'I think about that fucking project all day don't you start about it as well!'

percy takes a step back and you realise it's because of you.

'I'm sorry! sorry!' you say, getting up and grabbing one of his hands. 'I'm so sorry I didn't mean it.'

you feel tears slowly starting to fall.

'hey, it's okay.' says percy softly. he reaches up and brushes a tear from your cheek. 'want to go to the lake for a while?'

you nod. percy leads you to the lake. you close your eyes and let the breeze calm you down. but still the project is on your mind. if you go to your cabin now, you could get some work done.

percy tugs on your hand and you open your eyes to look at him.

'get in.' he says, nodding his head toward the lake.

'now?'

percy nods.

'percy, I don't want to go swimming right now.'

'do you trust me?'

'of course.'

'then get in.'

you sigh. what did you have to lose? maybe a swim would be nice.

'let me get my bathing suit.' you say.

'nope.' says percy, pulling you by your hand as he jumps in the lake. before you can stop him, you're pulled forward by his momentum. seconds later, the water surrounds you.

you want to yell at him for getting your clothes soaked, but you remember you're under water. once you get your bearings, you open your eyes, letting them get accustomed to the water.

you try to swim to the surface, but percy still holds on to your hand and pulls you further down, all the way to the bottom of the lake.

good for him, he's a poseidon kid. you aren't. you can't breathe underwater. surely percy knows that right?

he lets go of you hands and swims to the bottom of the lake.

you're going to have to go up for air soon.

you can see percy sitting down on the ocean floor, gesturing at you to join him. you squint your eyes. it looks like the water is less murky down there.

you let yourself sink down to percy's level. the water is less murky here because there is no water here.

'I didn't know you could do this.' you say, looking around the air bubble you're in.

'pretty cool, right?' says percy, smiling proudly.

'why are we here?'

'I mostly come here when I need to be alone. if you sit here in silence for a while, the fish will come up to you. and I always thought the waves are soothing to look at from down here.'

you look up and watch the waves for a while. sunlight pours through the water, giving it a soft glow.

you move closer to percy and rest your head on his shoulder.

the two of you sit there for a while. and percy was right. after some time, fish start to swim around your bubble.

percy tells you about the lake and the animals and after a while even two water nymphs come to say hello. percy knows them and introduces you to them.

you sit there for so long you lose track of time. it's getting late, so you decide to swim up to the surface.

normally you would have been soaked, but thanks to percy you're warm and dry.

you stifle a yawn as percy takes your hand in his and starts walking towards the cabins.

'thank you, that was nice.' you say.

'one of the bonuses of dating a poseidon kid.' says percy, lightly squeezing your hand.

he notices you hadn't talked about your project at all when you were in the lake. and you look genuinely tired. he hopes you can get at least one good nights sleep tonight.

'want to stay at my cabin tonight?' he says.

you smile and nod. 'yeah I'd like that.'

the two of you head to percy's cabin to get some sleep. and percy had been right, you got a good night of uninterrupted sleep. you dreamt of nothing but the comfort of the lake, and percy's presence next to you.

A/N:If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

[chock-and-bates]

Cant wait to read your medieval au and imagine charles wearing a slutty damsel dress, lying on a bear fur waiting to be ravished <3

bear fur, you say? are you, like, psychic???

in honor of this prophetic ask, here is a very long snippet from my dark medieval au, roar of the fire.

(tw: blood, #43 fans beware!, and some mild chussy spice 🌶️)

His husband had dragged his chairs close as soon as they had sat down, wrapping a possessive arm around his shoulders and tucking Charles into his side, where he had stayed throughout the feast, with Max occasionally trying to hand feed Charles food and snickering when he would snap at him.

They were still pressed together now, observing the barely contained mayhem in the Grand Hall. Charles watched as Lando made a fool of himself, shamelessly flirting with Sir Ricciardo, Carlos, and the physician's apprentice, Oscar. He spun around on the dance floor, throwing his arms around whichever man was closest, and laughing maniacally at whatever they said.

Charles scowled at the scene, ashamed that such a fool was his lord-in-waiting. It made him grateful that Max was not one for dancing, for Charles had no desire to be in close proximity with the little strumpet tonight.

Of course his present situation was not much better. Since the dancing had started, Max was honestly more preoccupied with Charles than with watching his own court. He kept plying him with more wine, humiliatingly lifting his goblet to Charles’ lips for him to sip from as he whispered filthy promises to him, occasionally allowing his hand to wander no matter how many times Charles tried to push it away.

“I like the gown,” Max murmured to him, his finger running along the low neckline of the blood red dress Charles had been forced into. He brushed the tip of his finger against Charles’ skin, “You look very pretty.”

Pursing his lip, Charles threw him a withering look, “I look ridiculous. Apparently Lord Perez did not think my usual robes were fitting for a feast.”

Chuckling, Max just leaned closer to rest his forehead against Charles temple, his arm still tight around his shoulder so he couldn’t shrug him off, “My poor little queen. Maybe it will cheer you to know that I do not intend for you to be wearing it for much longer.”

Heat crept up his neck at the words and he uselessly tried to squirm away, “I told you, this is not a conversation befitting for a feast, you brute.”

Max didn’t let him budge an inch, instead whispering hotly against his ear, “Did you see the massive bear rug one of the diplomats gifted us? I’ve already ordered it to be taken to our chambers and laid out in front of the fire. I’m going to take you on that rug tonight, wife. Going to rip off this dress and-”

“Your grace,” Lord Horner’s voice interrupted Max’s filthy words, “May I present to you, Lord Colapinto.”

With an irritated huff, the King pulls away to see the guest. Flustered, Charles also glances up at the intrusion.

Lord Colapinto turns out to be one of the foreign diplomats, a young man, with a charming face, and a misplaced, confident sparkle in his eyes from far too many drinks. He gives a low, drunken bow to Max and begins to extol the incredible feast-

Charles tunes out of the conversation quickly, he has no desire to listen to more diplomats lather his husband in praise and flattery, as if that will spare their lands if Max sets his sights on them.

Until he realizes Colapinto’s eyes have begun to rest on him.

“I, of course, offer my congratulations on your recent nuptials,” Colapinto practically purrs as he stares at Charles, “Your bride is most lovely.”

Everyone at the great table stiffens, Charles included.

“Your grace, you do not dance,” Colapinto looks back at Max, the drunken haze in his eyes even more obvious after his words. Who could have let this poor man stumble up here in such a state?

Max does not answer the question. He’s gone very still, his gaze sharp and focused, a predator observing his prey.

“King Max does not dance,” Lord Horner answers instead, an icy warning underlying the statement.

One that, unfortunately, Colapinto does not heed.

“Ah, a true shame. If I may,” Colapinto stumbles closer, “I would offer to take the Queen for a dance, if it pleases your grace.” He extends a hand towards Charles, “Your beautiful bride deserves to be shown off to the court-”

Max stands abruptly. In what feels like the blink of an eye he has unsheathed the knife from his belt…and stabbed it straight through Colapinto’s wrist and into the table.

The lord shrieks in agony, writhing in shock and pain as his blood spreads out from where he’s pinned. Exclamations of surprise and disgust erupt from those near, causing the music to stop and the rest of the guests to crane their necks to see the bloody spectacle.

Charles does not look away from the grisly sight, clenching his jaw and staring at the foolish lord as he screams and squirms.

“It does not please me,” Max sneers as he answers the lord’s witless question. 

With icy eyes he looks out at the rest of the crowd, everyone falling silent and fearful under his stare.

“Come, we’re retiring,” he says to Charles, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. 

Everyone bows to them on their way out, but Charles barely notices, Calopinto’s shrieks still ringing in his ears.

Moments later, despite the violent scene, Charles still finds himself laid out on that bear rug. The fur is pleasantly warm from the heat of the fire against his bare skin, that cursed dress laying in tatters near the door. Max is also naked, laying half on top of him, sucking and biting dark, possessive marks into his neck as his hand works at Charles between his legs.

“Did you want to dance with him, schatje,” Max asks him, the words whispered against his throat.

Biting his lip, Charles tries desperately to hold in the wanton mewls that Max keeps pulling out of him, his thumb relentlessly circling the sensitive bud at the top of his sex, while his cunt keeps clenching around the two fingers Max has buried inside him. He keeps remembering how it’s the same hand that had just wielded his knife.

Still, his question makes Charles scowl, and he hopes Max can hear it in his voice when he answers. “No. As if I would ever want to dance with a drunken idiot.”

He can feel Max’s smile against his neck, sharp and violent.

[ava-starrs-girlfriend]

Stormfront

Werewolf!Bob/Reader

Summary: Your life takes a strange turn as two strangers save you from a wolf on the hunt. It only gets even more strange from there as they insist on sharing more, and you find yourself starting to believe in the supernatural.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: none :) no pronouns used for reader, i just liked the quote for the collage above. Read as much into that as you wish. :)

A/n: hiiiii :) this is a supernatural au inspired by @/swarm-of-bees67 when i saw discussion of Werewolf!Bob in the fan-made Thunderbolrs* discord server! I havent read anything of theirs, just read the idea and ran with it. Im limiting myself to werewolves, vampires, and witches, plus hunters ofc. Ive got so many ideas for the lore :3 i love a good au where i can do worldbuilding! This will be a series. Ok. I shut up now.

Next part

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You didnt grow up believing in the supernatural.

But for the past few months, if you hadnt at least considerd changing your mind, you'd be foolish.

It started just a little less-than-normal- on nights when the moon was full, rain or shine, something weird would happen.

You didnt think wolves were natural to your area, so for a while you figured it was a coyote or maybe a loose dog.

But tonight you saw it better, in the moonlight.

The closest thing to the massive animal you saw was... a wolf.

You just didnt expect it to actually approach you.

At a full run.

With its teeth bared.

Shit.

You weren't about to drop your groceries- not in this economy!- so you just ran back the way you came, cursing the re-usable bags under your breath. Running past long-closed for the day storefronts, with the streetlights strangely flickering. Flags fluttered in a breeze as you ran, completely unconcerned with your heart's racing pace.

You passed a couple alleys, but maybe going down one would be a good idea... well, maybe in your dreams.

Of course it wasn't the alley you were familiar with. It was a dead end. You hadnt realized you'd ran so far.

"Man..." you sighed, hearing the steps of the wolf behind you. You tightened your grip on your reusable grocery bags.

Before you could turn around to face it, maybe swinging your grocery bags (they were heavy enough to do damage) as you went down, you heard a dog whimper.

Two people were standing over the wolf, who was now collapsed on its side. Three small darts were poking out of its shoulder and back.

They glanced at you, then the wolf.

The young woman looked up at the man and spoke to him. You couldnt distinguish the words- maybe they were speaking a different language?

"Um- can- can I go? And tha- thank you, by the way."

"Oh, 'by the way'," the young woman rolled her eyes as she mocked you. She definitely had an accent. "No, you can't just go." She crossed her arms over her tactical jacket. It had a lot of pockets, you could see them in the streetlight's glow.

"Wh- what do you mean?" You asked.

"He was following you."

"I... yeah, i know that."

"What do you think was going to happen?" She turned to you now, hands moving to her hips. "That he was going to let you pet his head? That he'd lick your hand and then leave you alone?"

"... no." You admitted. Even actual dogs were usually less behaved than that.

"Do you want to be followed again by a massive wolf like this? Maybe dont catch on, and you're in real danger. Hmm?"

"Lena..." the man spoke. He wore a red jacket, something like a bomber jacket. It had white stripes and a white star on the shoulder. He turned to you and smiled, hands forward as if to gesture he wasn't going to be so rude. "Look. You'd better come with us."

"Alex-!"

"Its true, its safer. Might as well know."

The younger woman, Lena, dropped her shoulders. She looked down at the wolf and nudged it with her boot.

"Well at least we'll have help to get him in the truck."

"Sorry, wait," you spoke up, stepping forward. "I cant go anywhere with you people tonight. I have frozen groceries in these bags."

~*~

"So, um..." you started, finally having gotten your groceries put away. You leaned against the counter after you washed your hands, holding the towel because you forgot to hang it back up. "What's the wolf's deal?"

You hadn't had guests even intentionally in a long time. So now with these two intimidating people sitting at your kitchen table, having watched them strap down the wolf in the bed of their truck, now sipping tea as politely as possible... was weird, to say the least.

They also seemed to have a habit of staring at you, and looking away when you caught their gaze.

The man laughed. "The wolf's deal, ha!"

"Alex..." Lena groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her short blond hair blocked her face from your view.

"He's a werewolf, obviously," Alex said, as if you should have guessed.

You'd heard people tell stories about weird encounters with people and animals. You'd never heard about a transformation, or seen a video, let alone with your own eyes, so you'd always write off the stories as just that- stories and unlucky people.

You chuckled. "Sure, of course."

"See?" Alex pointed at you. "Who gives tea who doesnt understand?"

"Alex, thats a folk tale."

"And werewolves arent?"

Lena groaned again, and got up from the table. "They're real," she said. "Werewolves."

You scoffed with a smirk. "And vampires and witches, oh my!" You said to the tune of "lions, tigers, and bears, oh my!" from the Wizard of Oz.

Alex laughed again. "Catches on very quickly, this one!"

"Wait, what?" You asked, stunned, frowning. You laughed, then, wringing the towel again before turning to hang it up. "What do you mean?" Did they get you with a tranquilizer dart too, and this was just a weird dream?

"Werewolves, vampires, witches... they are all real." Lena explained. "Fewer, these days, but all real, very dangerous. For regular people, and for hunters."

"Um... by hunters...?"

"We are hunters!" Alex said, smiling and opening his arms wide as if to gesture to himself. "Not the kind that kill, though."

"So... what kind?"

Lena shrugged, sheepishly glancing at the older man. "We're... more like..." she directed a phrase at him in a different language. He shrugged and responded with something else, similar to what she said. Then Lena turned to look at you again. "Like guardians."

"If theyre so dangerous, why do they need guardians?"

"Because they're dumb as shit, thats why," Lena said bluntly. "And we're sometimes mediators. Its a big world, the one you dont know about."

Alex said something in the other langauge, leaning forward to reach Lena's arm.

She spat back a sentence at him, and then he stood and it was a full-on argument.

You heard a clatter outside. It sounded like maybe a small animal messing with your trash bin.

The wind blew and the howling made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Ugh!" The argument ended with Lena exclaiming her frustration. "FINE. You. Youre coming with us." She pointed at you. "Pack an overnight bag."

"And... if i dont?"

"Suit yourself, we're bringing you anyway."

"Ok! Ok, give me a few minutes."

Lena lifted her hands as if surrendering, and left the kitchen. You heard your front door's storm door clatter shut.

"She's... very protective," Alex offered as an apology.

You shrugged.

As you packed a duffle bag- something about this whole situation felt like maybe it would be wise to pack more than for one day and night- you considered your evening. The past few months, even. Maybe it was the getting out of your lame date later than you'd hoped, maybe it was the weather growing strange. You just wanted to figure *something* out, make *something* clearer to yourself.

The wolf, or rather werewolf, had been following you for months. Sometimes you felt like there was a presence around you even if you couldnt spot the wolf, even if it wasnt a full moon.

You had hoped it had been a good luck charm, having moved into the area recently for a new job.

At least tomorrow was Saturday, you thought as your sighed and zipped up the bag.

You stuffed in anything you figured you might need, and at the last second before leaving your bedroom, you grabbed the small box that contained things from your grandmother, the woman who raised you. It felt wrong to leave something so personally valuable behind. Who knows what this weekend and these strangers would bring into your life?

Alex put your duffle bag next to the wolf, who was still strapped down on the bed of the truck, and you climbed up into the cab of the truck to sit between Lena and Alex.

Lena looked at the backpack on your lap with offense. "I didn't invite you to move in with us."

"I hate being unprepared," you shrugged. "And i have a feeling."

Lena sighed and propped her elbow up on the windowsill of the door as Alex turned the key in the ingnition.

"Whatever," she said as the truck rolled out of your driveway.

It was a tight seat, sitting between the big man and his partner, but it was comfortable enough. You yawned as Alex drove out of the small city-edge suburb town, and onto the roads with few and far-between streetlights.

Part of you knew that it was incredibly stupid to be in this predicament. Trusting complete strangers who happened to get a wolf unconscious, believing that the supernatural was real, and then going with them... to a destination you had no address of? Without telling anyone?

Pretty dumb.

But it felt right. There was a peace about sitting between the two seemingly-experienced individuals, even though a massive wolf- "were" or not- was behind you. You had more peace about leaving behind the place you'd so carefully planned and accepted than you had when you'd chosen that path.

It felt right.

When had your feelings ever let you down?

~*~

Alex drove the truck for about 45 minutes before he grunted as if to clear his throat and you noticed he'd kept glancing over at Lena.

Finally, she noticed too.

"What?"

"Lena... did... you not fill up on gas before we-"

"I was *not* the last person to drive the truck," she lifted a finger as if to make a point. Then she groaned and curled her hand into a fist. "I am going to kill him."

"Its ok, maybe he left money in the box?"

Lena leaned forward after a moment and opened the glovebox.

Inside was a single crumpled dollar bill.

"I am *going* to *kill* him," she repeated, with barely restrained disgust.

Alex laughed nervously. "Its fine! We'll just stop at the next gas station."

Oh.

This would not be the best place to stall, you thought, as you looked out the windows. The road was curving through a forested area with no street lights, or even power lines, and you couldnt remember the last time you saw another vehicle on the road.

"Um..." you glanced at the dial on the dashboard that showed how much gas was in the tank. Ironically, it seemed to flicker just above E, for Empty. "Are we gonna make it...?"

"Dont doubt this truck," Lena hissed, glaring at you as if you'd just prayed for a deer to run across the road with no time to avoid hitting it. "We're gonna make it."

Alex did a quick cross over his body and shook his head, muttering something under his breath.

Now that you considered it, it would make sense for these hunter people to be superstitious. Of what, or what they believed in, you werent sure yet. But you knew enough about not jynxing the printer right before a co-worker tried to print a review that you offered a quiet apology and a quick pat on the leather dashboard of the truck for reassurance to the vehicle. Better something than nothing.

Shockingly- although you wouldnt have said anything aloud- after a few more minutes, there was in fact a small gas station with lights on in the middle of this forest. Another strange strike of luck. Or maybe your companions knew more about the road than you had, and had known about the station.

Lena relaxed as the truck pulled in front of one of the pumps, and finally sputtered to a stop. She glanced at you. "Better go to the bathroom and grab something to eat."

You didn't hesitate to follow her out of the cab of the truck, after grabbing your wallet.

Alex got out the other side and started the transaction at the pump.

The gas station was incredibly eerie.

Or maybe it was the stillness. There wasn't anyone sitting at the cashier's counter, and the only sound came from the refrigerator section and a fan hung from a corner in the ceiling with pink ribbons blowing from the fan guard.

The linoleum floor squeaked under your shoes as you wandered the aisles, looking for any snack that looked half-decent.

Instead of your expectations, the products seemed just slightly off-brand, and the prices were no more than a dollar for any of the items.

You decided not to question it, considering the truck situation.

Before picking up any of the items, you went to the bathroom and were shocked, again, to find them impeccably clean. In fact, even though it wasnt exactly a *nice* bathroom, you couldnt find a single moldy ceiling tile or crack in the floor. You'd seen nice bathrooms that were neglected by staff, so you chose, again, not to question it.

After leaving the bathroom, you heard Lena speaking to someone. You grabbed the items you'd decided were a safe bet to snack on and wandered over to the counter, where you saw her speaking with the station employee.

They grinned at you, a few of their teeth gold- and maybe some sort of gemstone?

"Hi, honey!" They said. They had long, wild hair and wore a t-shirt under their apron. The apron was the only dirty thing you'd seen in the store. "Welcome to Iris's Gas Station. I'm Iris," they held out a hand, covered in tattooes. There were runes on each of their knuckles.

"Dont be rude," Lena slapped the employee's hand after rolling her eyes. "You know better."

Iris laughed and cradled the slapped hand, as if Lena had done any harm. "You never let me have any fun."

Lena glanced at you and the items you put on the counter. She nodded approvingly.

"Lovely selection, honey," Iris cooed, ringing up your items. You half expected to be told the prices were actually ten times the sticker price and that the labels had just not been changed in years, but you ended up only being charged the exact amount of each item. You again kept to yourself the lack of taxes and surprise about the amazing prices.

Alex bounded into the store, breaking the moment. He grinned at Iris when he saw them. "Iris!" He almost seemed surprised to see the employee.

"Did you not read the sign, Alexei?" Iris smiled. Were they blushing?

"Cant I be excited when i see my favorite witch?" He laughed, and bumped between you and Lena to reach for Iris's hand to kiss the back of their hand.

You werent sure if Alex calling Iris a witch was a friendly insult or just the truth. But then again, if they *were* a witch, a lot would fall into place and make sense. At least, so far about what you knew of the world you had been pulled into.

"Oh, you flatterer," the employee was definitely blushing now.

Alex looked like he might be, too.

"Alex."

"Right, sorry," the man said, letting go of Iris's hand and breaking the eye contact he'd had with them. "We're hoping to get home before Bob wakes up."

"Sure," Iris said slowly, coyly looking over Alex.

"Alex!" Lena repeated. "We cant *do* that if you keep flirting!"

Alex sighed, knocked on the counter, and left, headed toward the bathroom.

"You," Lena looked at you. "Lets go back outside. Thank you, Iris."

"Thank you, Iris," you parroted at the employee, who simply smiled at you. Mischief curled their lips, and it almost frightened you.

You followed Lena back out of the store and got in to the truck as Lena held the door for you.

You opened one of the snacks you'd grabbed- you wouldn't pass up beef jerky at 50 cents a bag.

As soon as you opened it, you heard a moan, then a groan, and an exhale like someone was stretching.

Lena groaned.

"Hey, is that beef jerky?" You heard from behind you.

You looked back and saw a man sitting on the back seat bench, eyes half open, hair incredibly messy.

Lena just sighed.

"Lena... there wasnt a back seat before," you said slowly, trying to keep up with the revelations of the night.

"That is correct."

"And there wasnt... a... guy... sitting there before," you pointed out.

"Also correct."

You glanced at the station in front of you, then back to her. "Is this... part of the gas station?"

"Why would it-" Lena scoffed. "No, that's Bob."

The man smiled. He looked goofy. The loose navy blue sweatshirt was well worn, like it was a comfort item. "Hi," he said, and waved.

"Who is Bob?" You whispered to Lena, still looking at the guy.

"The wolf?" Lena looked at you like you were stupid, her hand out, the gesture reinforcing her tone and look. "Obviously??"

It dawned on you. The wolf, of course, was really a *were*wolf, which had already been established. But you hadn't seen the man part of the werewolf yet. Lots to keep up with.

"Sorry, i havent met a werewolf before." You werent sure if you were apologizing to Lena or to the man named Bob.

"Thats ok. Can i have some of that?" He pointed to the bag of beef jerky in your hands.

"Oh, um. Sure?"

Lena snorted.

You handed him the bag and he carefully fished out the silica packet before stuffing his mouth with the jerky.

At least was only 50 cents. You'd been looking forward to that. At least making it last the rest of the road trip, or maybe a few hours.

Nope. He just finished it all.

Maybe it had something to do with the transformation and needing to eat a lot? Either that, or he was clueless about sharing and was inconsiderate.

"Thanks," he said, smiling, still chewing as he handed you back the empty bag only a moment later.

Lena reached across you to honk on the horn of the steering wheel. "Go back to sleep, Bob."

Bob didnt seem to want to look away from you. He was a smiley guy. He settled in against the corner of the back seat and stretched his arms a little, before adjusting his shoulders against the hard metal of the cab.

The feeling was familiar. Of him watching you. Even his presence, although startling, wasn't very threatening. Although as a wolf he'd frightened you nearly half to death with the threat of, well, death, you didnt feel concerned about him sitting right behind you as he closed his eyes and looked... incredibly human.

You werent sure how you felt about all that. As you opened the bag of pretzels you had bought in addition to the jerky, you considered your night.

You were glad you packed for more than one night, and you had a feeling you'd be grateful more than once these next few days.

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