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mino-diabolik · 2 years ago

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22. A french kiss/kiss with tongue

Messy breaths and quiet gasps brew from the scuffle between the demons at the corner of the room. Mystic lifted a hand and scrambled for a place to put it, finding none in time before his body froze over with overstimulation. Ruki tilted his head up further by clutching his jaw and forcing it up, before running his tongue over the curve of Mystic’s lips. His free hand slowly rested upon the edge of one of the shelves, allowing him to lean further over the Founder.

In contrast to the Vampire’s casual aggressiveness, Mystic’s façade crumbled in a few brushes of lips. All his past experiences and stored knowledge were fogged up by shock and panic. Despite the lack of need for air, he felt like he was drowning. He clamped up, clutching the fabric of his shirt as a form to cower away when he, in fact, couldn’t move. Nailed between the bookshelf and Ruki’s body, Mystic had no place to run off to.

For a moment, Ruki paused and parted away. Mystic shuddered, opening his eyes with a combination of confusion and slight fear.

“Open your mouth,” Ruki demanded, running his thumb over Mystic’s reddened bottom lip. “And show me your tongue.”

Mystic swallowed the anxious knot blocking off his windpipe and appeared to consider the other’s words. Paranoia settled in when he realized, perhaps, his hesitation would be taken as rejection. He slowly forced his body to comply. He parted his lips only enough for him to stick out the tip of his tongue.

Ruki watched his pathetic display in silence; icy cobalt eyes spoke louder than their owner’s very mouth. He slipped in his thumb, tucking it between the wet muscle and bottom row of teeth, forcing it out further. Mystic flinched, instinctively jerking a hand away from his body to press it against Ruki’s abdomen. The futile attempt to make space between them was acknowledged with no more than a glance.

The Vampire shuffled up against the Founder and pressed their bodies against each other. Their often overlooked height difference was much apparent in this instant, as it forced Mystic to completely lift his face and even stand on the tips of his shoes to hold up against Ruki. He twisted their tongues together, diving in and retreating back repeatedly throughout their heated exchange. Heat grew exponentially from the kiss, suffocating Mystic to a daze. He weakly clutched the side of Ruki’s blazer, pressed so far against the bookshelf, it felt as though the Vampire wanted to sink his own body into his.

Ruki disregarded Mystic’s whimpers for mercy and the weak manner he tugged at his clothes, savoring every bit of the other’s vocal cavity. Their breath merged and grew into raggedy gasps. Mystic’s lack of control over his own body was apparent in no time. Ruki’s curiosity shifted to actions as he tucked his knee between the Founder’s legs, triggering an aggressive response from the latter. He jolted up with shock, completely losing the strength of his lower body a second after. He plopped down over the Vampire’s knee and shuddered, damn near shedding tears.

Slowly, they parted off each other; the thin string of spit connecting their lips snapped off soon after. Mystic crumbled down against the bookshelf. Vermillion dusted over his pale visage; a path of saliva ran from the edge of his lips and clung around his chin. Even a pair of red splotches where Ruki had tugged at his lips with his fangs could be appreciated in the faint bedroom’s lighting. His scattered clothes and messy hair were the finishing touch to the magnificent sight of the aftermath.

Ruki shifted the knee tucked between the other’s legs, causing a weaker repetition of his previous reaction, though perhaps much vocal. He brushed Mystic’s bottom lip once more, unwittingly opening up the injury he caused with his fangs. He leaned in and flicked his tongue over the dribbling blood, earning him a disgruntled groan from the messy Founder. That of which caused unending satisfaction.

#diabolikloversoc #mystic tsukinami #ruki mukami #ruki--mukami #rustic #kiss roulette #drabble #[started sobbing when i got the prompt lmao CUZ HOW—]

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captain-joongz · 10 months ago

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summer recap/favourite fics/fic recommendations for the first half of 2024

Professor Rapline by @joonsmagicshop

♡ professors! joon, hobi and yoongs x f!reader, professor x student relationship, the rapline takes turns on reader, namjoon centric, smut smut smut

backtrack by @mapofthesea

♡ producers!jimin and yoongs x assistant!reader, studio sex, situationship, reader gets absolutely railed and it's accidentally recorded

Masked miracles by @remedyx + Shadows we trust by remedyx + Boyfriend for hire by remedyx + Trouvaille by @spookyserenades

♡ these series' were already mentioned in my previous recommendations list, but i cannot stress this enough - go read them, they're absolutely amazing!! i will literally never shut up about these and i'll put them on every fic rec list i make until the end of time :D

Golden boy by @kpopfanfictrash

♡ pornstar!jin x f!reader, neighbours au, it's very sweet and funny, absolutely amazing smut

fast lane by @yminie

♡ racer!jin x pitcrew!reader, slowburn but so fucking worth it, kookie gets hurt but it's for character development, e2l/annoyances 2l, smut

midnight by @miniminimermaid

♡ yoongi struggling with burnout and reader helps relax him, soft sex, body worship

Sugar rush ride by @lo1k-diamonds

♡ producer! yoongs x producer!reader, coworkers au, reader is bratty and yoongi is a little shit, mutual pining, smut

A new rhythm by @sluttywoozi

♡ producers! yoongs and jihoon x yoongi's gf!reader, virgin!jihoon, soft sex, they help woozi lose his v-card, allusions to possible poly

three tangerines by @kithtaehyung

♡ brother's best friend!yoongs x f!reader, fuckboy!yoongi, reader asks him for help in the bedroom and gets everything and more, some angst

The early shift by @hobidreams

♡ barista!yoongs x barista!reader, coworkers au, e2l, angsty but gets sweet, yoongi is struggling and reader tries to help, smutty smut smut

love roulette by @whatifyoulivelikethat

♡ producer!yoongs x jin's bff!reader, a bet gone... right??, slowburn, humour and fluff, they help each other, smut, reader has a noona kink and nobody lets her breathe

noise complaints by @jkstompers

♡ producer!yoongs x bassist!reader, neighbours au, reader is in a rock band, smut

strike a chord by @snackhobi

♡ pianist!yoongs x f!reader, reader gets stood up and instead listens to bar musician yoongi, slowburn, smut

Illicit favours by @yoongiofmine

♡ producer!yoongi x writer!reader, bff2l, virgin reader needs help with writing sex scenes, shenanigans ensue, mutual pining, idiots in love

Tricks of the trade by @stutterfly

♡ shopkeeper!yoongs x f!reader, body swap au, jin is a deity of chaos, awkward flirting cause they don't know hot to talk to each other, misunderstandings, sexual tension and smut

Performance evaluation by @kookscrescent

♡ fuckboy!yoongs x f!reader, college au, one night stand?? au, reader asks yoongi to tell her whether she's bad in bed, yoongi is a little shit but what's new

Bad idea... right? by @joonsmagicshop

♡ college party au, e2l, sexual tension, tae is a little bit of a douche but hobi makes it all better, smut

a word from our sponsors by @ugh-yoongi

♡ podcast co-hosts joon and reader, they read smutty fanfic of themselves, sexual tension, f2l, humour, smut

porn director drabble by @badbtssmut

♡ director!tae x pornstar!reader, tae shows reader's co-star how it's done, public sex, dubcon in a way

Risk management by @chateautae

♡ investment banker!tae x f!reader, s2l, sexual tension (i mean, who could blame her it's tae), smut, window sex

petty by @hamsterclaw

♡ rich kid petty criminal!kookie x lawer babysitter!reader, reader is in charge of making sure kookie doesn't get in trouble, idiots in love, sexual tension but with feels, smut

Redamancy by @gimmethatagustd

♡ alpha!tae x omega!kookie, a/b/o, imprinting, scenting, older tae (*cough* daddy), s2l, love at first sight, smut

Like a river by gimmethatagustd

♡ alpha!tae x omega!yoongi x alpha!joon, a/b/o, unexpected heat, college professors coworkers au, semi-public sex

The love witch by gimmethatagustd

♡ demon!tae x romance blogger witch!yoongs, incubus tae, "how to summon a boyfriend" au, s2l, modern fantasy, smut

(actually you should go read everything jai has put out, she's incredibly talented and i love like every fic she's ever published)

My library | ATEEZ fic recs

#kpop fic #kpop smut #kpop fic recs #bts fic #bts smut #bts fic recs #seokjin fic #seokjin smut #yoongi fic #yoongi smut #hoseok fic #hoseok smut #namjoon fic #namjoon smut #taehyung fic #taehyung smut #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #bts x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago

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Rush Hour

Hey hey! This weekend (Jan 25-26) I’m going to be playing drabble roulette! I’ve curated a list of characters and prompts and I’m spinning the wheel!

Character: Bucky Barnes

Prompt: a shopping mall, crowded and loud .

Warnings: this drabble includes deceit and dark elements, along with social anxiety. Please mind these warnings and take care.

Explicit, 18+. Please reblog and leave some feedback.

You’re lost. You didn’t even want to come in the first place. The mall is a circus of lights and noise and strangers.

You spin in the sea of shoppers that fill the food court. The smell of food competes in your nose; the strong undercurrent of cinnamon at war with the soy sauce radiating from the noodle kiosk. You clasp onto the sides of your cable knit sweater and stumble as you’re nearly run over by a mother and her stroller.

You excuse yourself as you step out of her way and receive only a sneer in return. You’re trying to stay out of the way but everywhere you turn, there’s a person or a table or a garbage can overflowing with wrappers.

You back yourself against one of the tall chair along the curved table across from the popular chain coffee booth. You flick your thumb against the loop on your dyed jeans and try to catch your breath. There’s a map just on the other side of the dining area.

You peer around as you try to plot a path through. Just do it. You set your arms straight and march forward between the tables. You sweep around as a man with a tray steps ahead of you and continue down the other side. You make a stunted zigzag across the food court toward the beacon of the touch screen map.

You stop short as a group of middle-aged women butt in and tap it first. The squabble over where to go first as the search bar waits for input. You bounce on your feet impatiently. You take out your phone to text Melody. She’s likely at Sephora, you just need to figure out where that is.

You key in your message, ‘where are you?’

You just asked her to wait while you used the bathroom. That’s it. She couldn’t even do that. She’s too obsessed with taking pictures in all the wall mirrors and trying on everything, even things you can’t afford.

You wouldn’t be there if your cousin wasn’t getting married. If she didn’t insist on a colour-code. It’s too much. Too fussy. Why can’t you just wear the same old blue dress you always do. It’s not ugly. Simple. Does the trick.

She doesn’t answer. Not right away. You lower your phone and look up. The women continue to titter before the screen, zooming out on the mask and gasping as they try to figure out where to go. Another argument ensues.

You’re once more nudged by a passing a shopper. They snarl at you to watch out and you shrink down as you look at your phone again. You can look up the map on the mall website. You’re not very good with maps. The touchscreen will at least tell you where you are. Can they just go find the department store and move?

You finally find a PDF of the map and spread your fingers to expand. You don’t know where any of these stores are. You check the date in the corner. This is from before the renovations. Ugh.

You flip back to the conversation with your sister and send a single question mark. Get off your damn Snap and answer. Please. Your nose tingles as your panic swells. You just want to get out of here. You’re going to cry if people don’t stop!

“Excuse me,” the low timbre makes you flinch and you back away from the man who stands next to you.

You make yourself as small as you can. “I’m in your way, I’m sorry.”

“Hm? No, I... I was passing by and you... you look lost. Not to be nosy.” You make yourself look at him, not wanting to be rude. He’s a stranger but he seems helpful. And his eyes are so blue.

You frown. Is it that obvious that you’re entirely clueless. You shrug, then nod, the drop your chin in defeat. “A little,” you confess.

“It’s a zoo in here,” he says. “What’re you looking for?”

“Um,” you hesitate and wet your lips. You peer around. “I don’t know. My sister... hasn’t answered.”

“Ah, you know, the lump I walked in with went and disappeared too. Said he was grabbing a pretzel but I can’t find him either,” he sniffs and grips his hips in displeasure. “Hate these places.”

“Me too,” you murmur as you glance down at his leather gloves. It’s not that cold out but you don’t mention it.

“Marnie, no. Not that way,” one of the older women squalls and taps the screen furiously.

“Ahem,” the man beside you clears his throat, “she’s waiting for her turn. She’s been waiting.”

“Excuse you. We have every right to use this map,” a woman faces him with bluster. “So wait your turn.”

“It’s up that corridor and to the left,” he points.

“Aren’t you rude?” Another squawks.

“I’m helping,” he utters dully. “Hey, uh,” he turns to you, “how about we go find another map? Think they might’ve broke this one anyway.”

“We did not--”

“Have a good day, ladies,” he gestures you away. You eagerly accept the escape. You don’t like confrontation.

“There’s one down at the popcorn place,” he says. “I just passed it before Sam ran off.”

“Sam? It that... a friend?” You wonder.

“Sure, you can call him that. You said you’re here with your sister?” He guides you away from the lunchtime rush.

“Yeah. I gotta... get a dress for a wedding. Something pink.”

“Pink, ah. You’re favourite colour?”

“Not really.”

“Ah, right. Big wedding? Doesn’t sound like it’s yours.”

“No, my cousin,” you explain.

“Right,” he nods.

“You probably don’t care.”

“What makes you think I don’t?” He asks.

“Well... you don’t know me.”

“I guess not,” he stops at the map and faces you, “I’m Bucky.”

“Oh, uh...” you introduce yourself.

You look at him dumbly, unsure how to proceed. He coughs behind his gloved fist and his brows flick. “So, did your sister answer yet?”

“Oh, yeah, well...” you check your phone. “I don’t wanna waste any more of your time so I’ll just use this map and figure it out.”

“Not wasting my time,” he assures. “But if you’re trying to get me to go away, noted.”

“No, I... no, I’m not. I just...” your phone vibrates and you cringe. You check the screen. “She’s at Therese’s?”

You turn and tap the screen, typing on the large keyboard. You tap the magnifying glass and the map generates. You hover your finger over the marker that shows where you are then along the highlighted route.

“That’s all the way on the other side,” he says.

“Yeah...” you drone.

“I don’t mind showing you. I came from that way.”

“No, oh, no. I can’t.”

“I might run into my buddy,” he shrugs. “You know, lotta people stare when I’m wandering on my own... so you’d be doing me a favour.”

“I guess... I owe you.”

His lips curve, just a little, and his cheeks dimple under his dark beard. “Down here then loop around. Won’t have to go back through the food court.”

You follow him. Your own sense of direction would have you circling for hours. He takes you past the game shop and the organic food place you’ve never been too. You turn down the next corridor, it’s mostly empty.

“So,” he begins, “you get a plus one to the wedding?”

“Um, no, I don’t think--”

As you pass by one of the hallways marked for employees only, he elbows you and you stagger sideways. You’re thrown off balance and hit the wall. He’s so fast you have no time to react. He grips the back of your neck and covers your mouth as he drags you down the hall.

Your soles bounce off the floor as you flail your arms helplessly. What is he doing? He pinches your nape until your eyes water.

He shoves you against a door and twists the handle. The metal cracks in his grip and the lock gives to his brute force. He hauls you inside and flips you around against the inside of the door.

“Doll,” he growls through the dark. “You’re gonna wanna be real quiet for me.”

He keeps his hand on your mouth, the leather sticking to your lips, and he shifts around. You can’t see much in the tight closet. He closes something around your wrist and you squeak. He hushes you and presses his palm flush to your nose.

“Hands behind your back for me,” he growls.

You wriggle and he pushes your head into the door until it throbs.

“Now.”

You obey. He reaches behind you and another loop closes around your other wrist. Like a magnet, your hands are wrenched together and lock into place. How did he do that?

He’s silent as he peels his hand back only to quickly smother you with the other. You feel something cool spread over your lips and insert between your teeth, locking your jaw in place. You quake and kick out.

He grabs your shoulders and puts them straight. He hisses, “one more time and that’s it.”

You snivel and stop. He bends and another weight secures your ankles. Ensnared, he leaves you against the wall and backs away. Your tears overflow as you blink into the dim.

The rustle of fabric and the scuff of his boots undercut the tension. He comes back to you and moves you. He angles you around blindly and lifts you. He forces you into something. You don’t know what it is, only that you’re stuffed down into it, bent up into the confined. Something falls over you, light but enough to bury you further in darkness.

He wheels you around and the motion makes you dizzy. He opens the door and pushes you out into the light. You peer up at him between the crumpled paper and cans, frightened and restrained, from within the rolling garbage bin.

His hair is pulled back into a low pony beneath a grey ballcap that matches his janitor’s shirt. He keeps his eyes ahead of him as he pushes you, casually turning out into the mall corridor. He doesn’t flinch as other shoppers pass by, unable to see you beneath the rubbish.

“Now, doll, don’t you be thinking of trying anything...” he mutters as he keeps his eyes ahead of him. “Those cuffs can only get tighter.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabble #drabble roulette #winter soldier #captain america #falcon and the winter soldier #marvel #mcu #avengers

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bvidzsoo · 6 months ago

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Your little monster

✗ Mafia heir!Mingi ✗

∞ Author: bvidzsoo

∞ Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

∞ Warning: pretty suggestive, language, guns, violence, blood, murder, toxicity ∞ Word count: 3.4k ∞ Genre: non-idol!au, mafia!au, established relationship!au, mafia reader!au, Harley Quinn x Joker inspired relationship, smut ∞ Rating: mature ∞ Summary: Oh, how sweet it feels ruling the world. Perhaps you went a little bit overboard as you now have to rescue your boyfriend from going to prison, but it's not like you haven't done worse things together. One might say love turned you two mad.

∞ A/N: Despite being completely depressed today, hey, the inspiration came to finally write this lmao. Now we only have San's part left behind and I'll finally be done with this little mafia drabble mini-series, and I'm already thinking of starting something new and longer due to the current comeback, sigh. Let me know if I forgot anything that should be considered for a warning, I haven't detailed anything too much. Feedback is much appreciated and I hope you enjoy! <3

✗ For ambience, listen to this before or while reading! ^^

∥ Hongjoong ∥ Seonghwa ∥ Yunho ∥ Yeosang ∥ San ∥ Mingi ∥ Wooyoung ∥ Jongho ∥

The explosion replayed on the TV made my skin crawl most excitingly as I grinned in contentment, the cowboy hat lowered over my eyes as I sat in the metal chair, its coldness seeping through my leather attire. A sheen coat of sweat glinted around my temples and between my breasts, the air was rather humid inside the station, even with the open windows. Police officers ran around like jesters, their walkie-talkies staticky every few seconds as they were addressed or had to address someone. My eyes followed every movement closely, surveying the officers' steps and the security of this place. It wasn’t as tight as I had thought it would be given the high criminal rate in this part of the city, but that was only beneficial for me as I grinned under my hand, smacking my lips together before I sighed loudly, making sure my long, exposed, legs would get every men’s attention that passed by the lobby. It wasn’t a lobby, per se, but the chairs placed there were obviously for visitors. Not that any visitor was allowed in at this hour, but nobody seemed to be paying much attention to me, yet. If only they had known what was hiding underneath my leather bomber jacket, strapped to my vest, maybe they would have thought twice about letting me walk in here and sit around unsupervised.

My eyes strayed back onto the TV again, and I chuckled at the shitty quality of the video, but it was unmistakable who the people in it were. Besides, the names flashing in big, red, font on the screen made it rather obvious who the two criminals running away in their Pontiac were. Song Mingi and me. The Firebird, of course, wasn’t ours, but Mingi’s little friend who owned it was late with his payment, so, we made a little bargain with him. Not that the man has had much of a choice saying no to us, it was between his gorgeous white cabriolet or his life. The scum had begged rather pitifully for his life, it had been entertaining holding my gun against his temple, playing Russian Roulette with him. I knew there had been no bullets in the gun, but the man didn’t, and seeing him beg for his life filled me with arousal and excitement like nothing else. There was something about men falling to their knees and praying for their lives that had a certain effect on me, filling me with an adrenaline rush I couldn’t find anywhere else even if I actively searched for it. Not even robbing banks or forcing our way inside households was as exhilarating as making men cry was.

And the man I liked seeing cry the most was Mingi, whether it was underneath me from overstimulation, or because I waterboarded him for even so much as for looking into another female’s direction, the exhilarating power rush was always the same. It was maddening, it was addicting, and I never wanted it to stop. And that is exactly why I never stopped seeking it out. As the TV volume was increased by a passer-by general, a cup of coffee in his hand despite the ungodly hour, I finally caught someone’s attention. The man sitting at the reception, sometimes forced to operate even three phones at one time, looked up with furrowed eyebrows and pointed at me.

“You, lady!” He called loudly, making me grin to myself as I straightened up in my seat, “What business do you have here? Come here!”

The general’s eyes fell on me as I stood up, well aware that my mini-skirt barely concealed anything, yet I made myself look bashful as I adjusted the cowboy hat on top of my head, making sure nobody could see my eyes or my unmistakable flaming ginger hair. I tipped my hat in his direction before I headed for the reception, making sure to sway my hips sensually. The man at the reception frowned at me, apparently not so easily charmed, but he’d eventually be one of my prey as well, all men gave in, after all.

“You called for me?” I grinned and bit my bottom lip, making the man sigh loudly.

“Yes, what is your business here at this hour, lady?” The man sounded irritated, but I didn’t let that get to me as I pouted, my butcher knife pressed uncomfortably into my hip as I shifted my weight around on my feet.

“You see, my boyfriend is in one of your cells, and—”

“Visiting hours start at 9 o’clock, lady, you have to leave.” I tried not to grit my teeth at the interruption and hummed, forcing a sweet smile onto my lips.

“But I’m not here to visit him, Mr. Officer.” I purred, placing my arms over his desk as I leaned forward, pushing my breasts out. I knew if the light fell just right on my exposed skin, the officer could see just what was hidden under my bomber jacket, but wasn’t life boring without a little thrill? “I’m here to bail him out, of sorts.”

The man’s eyes paused on my breasts for a second and I chuckled, they were all the same, manipulating them had always been too easy. The man gulped, then looked back up at my face, his lips pursed but his pupils had slightly dilated. He was too easy.

“What’s the man’s name?”

“I can’t tell you that just yet,” I giggled, reaching forward to play with the shiny badges plastered against his left breast, “I must check if my little cowboy is fine, first. Then, you’ll know if I found him or not.”

The man glanced down at my perfectly manicured stiletto nails still playing with his badges, and he made no moves to push my hand away. How stupid, a jerk of my arm and I’d be able to slash his throat open. How foolish. But when he looked at my face again, I made sure my expression remained innocent, hiding all my thoughts just like I had been once taught by Master Song, the big bad dog, our mafia head and boss of the city, Mingi’s father. Dream big and aim high, if you know how to manipulate men, you might end up living the dream life. It had been too easy so far, Mingi is too dumb for his own good, but he’s amazing at his craft, and thus, I can’t really leave a man that knows what to do with his dick. Besides, once Master Song is gone, Mingi will be the next heir, and then I will have the whole world at my feet. Perfect.

“Your name, lady?” The office grimaced, his eyebrows furrowing now that I was evading all of his questions.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know, sweets.” I chuckled, then gripped his badge and yanked him forward by it, making him yelp loudly. The general looked our way, eyebrows furrowed, before he slowly started approaching us, hand on his gun, “Take a wild guess, the news has been raging about us all night long.”

Perhaps blowing up a whole factory owned by the government wasn’t the smartest of Mingi and me, Master Song would punish us adequately if we decided to go back instead of hiding out on one of his private islands until he had cooled off. The perks of dating a mafia head’s son, I suppose. The officer at the desk finally glanced over to the TV, and I took the momentum to slam his head hard enough into the desk to make him pass out. The general was by my side now, and before he could gain the upper head and point his gun at my head, I whirled around and fetched my sharp knife, grinning at him. I kneeled him hard in the gut before spinning him around, knife pressing hard into his smooth flesh. I chuckled as the general didn’t touch his gun, all eyes on us in shock. Then, guns were pointed at us and I scoffed, resting my chin on the general’s shoulder.

“Seriously?” I tsked, “I’m going to slit his throat before you could fire your guns, idiots. Now be good dogs and lower your guns before I blow this whole place up.”

And just on cue, the small microchips I had planted around the offices started beeping, connected to the little machine I had sitting against my lower back. I press one tiny little green button, and this whole place is gone in seconds. The atmosphere was tense as everyone stood frozen, prompting me to press the knife harder into the man’s throat. The general hissed and raised his arms in surrender, “Lower your guns! She’ll blow this whole place up.”

“I damn will!” I giggled and watched the man’s profile. He was old, but he was still handsome. Not my type, but he was definitely eye candy for the older ladies, “Now, you will take me to my love if you want everyone to go home once their shifts are over. And no funny business, Mr. General, or your guts will be all over the floor.”

The general sighed quietly, then pointed towards the back, “Song Mingi is down that hallway.”

“Lovely, now chop chop, I ain’t got all night!” I huffed and manhandled the man around, pushing him towards the door he had mentioned. And just to prove a point to any stupid officer who thought they could somehow have the upper hand here, I reached behind my back with my left arm, feeling around for the nth number of buttons that were lined on the small device. Finding the one I’d been searching for, I sent a flying kiss towards the officers who remained back. However, once the light turned red as I pushed the small button, an explosion inside the building went off, setting the alarms and water system off. Lights flashed in the building and chaos instantly ensued as I giggled, grinning at the general who watched me with wide eyes, “Oopsie, I thought that button was for your lovely cop cars…well, at least they’ll understand I’m not playing around here.”

“You’re crazy.” The general hissed angrily as we walked through the door, forgotten about now that people had to take care of whichever room I had blown up. I think it was the supply room, but I couldn’t be too sure, there were too many small bombs hidden around this place, fascinating, isn’t it?! I pressed a kiss against the man’s cheek to annoy him further, and he made a sound in the back of his throat, looking disgusted.

“You’re no fun, Mr General, lighten up a bit!” I rolled my eyes and forced him forward when he tried to stop walking, “If you were less handsome, I would’ve killed you the second we passed through this door. I know my way around here, this isn’t my first rodeo, sweets.”

The general had to go once he tried to slam me against a wall and point my own weapon against me. Poor thing was now bleeding out on the floor of an inmate I decided to set free for my own satisfaction. The rows of the cells seemed to be never-ending as I changed the ammunition for my gun once again, leaving a wake of blood in my footsteps, the hallways littered with injured and dying officers since they didn’t understand playing nice would’ve kept them alive. Greedy bastards, when will they learn that the mafia controls everything? Besides, I’m way more skilled than they ever will be. Most cells were empty and my patience was running thin, wondering whether they had fucked me over and led me towards the wrong door and hallway. Maybe Mingi had been already transported from here to a highly guarded prison, from which breaking him out would’ve been way too difficult, but not impossible. Anything for my pookie, besides, Master Song would kill me for getting his son in trouble and abandoning him. So, really, until the enterprise was solely mine, I had to cater to the likes of these dumb and irritating men in power.

My heels resounded in the quietness of the hallway loudly, and I groaned when another cell turned out to be empty. My hands gripped the gun tightly as I made sure to stay alert, well aware that I didn’t have much time before the whole police force and military would rush over us. But I still had two cells to check, so I continued to have hope. My heart stuttered in my chest when suddenly two hands came through the bars lazily, hanging out casually as if he had no worries in this world. The skin was heavily tattooed on both hands, nails painted black and chapped, his thick fingers littered with expensive rings and chunky bracelets that hung around his dainty wrists. With a grin on my face, I sped up, coming to a stop in front of the cell, coming face to face with the familiar image of my lover’s face. His eyeliner was all smudged and his lips were bloody and swollen, yet the attractive smirk was still present on his lips as his dark, and sharp, eyes travelled all over my body. He wore similar attire, all black and leather, his vest low cut and showing off his chest tattoos, the hem of the vest stopping just above his hips to show off their sultriness, his happy trail dark.

“All dressed up for me, sugar?” The deep rumble of his voice had my skin covered in goosebumps and my stomach coiling in lust. God, despite knowing each other since we were kids, I still hadn’t gotten used to the vision he was.

Song Mingi.

He might’ve been a dumb and easily manipulable man, good for his riches and for his big dick, but one look at his attractive face never failed to make me forget my grand scheme for the future. One touch and I’d unravel, one kiss and I had no idea who I was anymore. He was hypnotic and consuming, toxic and violent, but God could I seemingly not walk away and try to fix my life. Not that I had any chance of righting all my wrongdoings, I’ve been too deep into this criminal life to find salvation at this point.

“Come on, baby, won’t you get me out?” Mingi bit his bottom lip as we continued staring at each other, suddenly a dark thought crossing my mind as I smirked, tipping my hat up so that our eyes met.

“Like you did the last time?” If it hadn’t been simply for my wits and smartness, I’d be still rotting away in that godawful prison. Mingi’s expression fell for a second before he chuckled amusedly, quirking an eyebrow up.

“You need no rescuing, doll, I knew you could do it by yourself.” Mingi’s deep tone rumbled through his chest as I took a step towards him. The sirens had gone off at some point, signalling an emergency. I knew we were tight on time, but to make sure we still had some more minutes, I had set off the bombs on all the parked cars in front of the station so that they’d be distracted for a bit longer.

“Really, love?” I tilted my head, stopping in front of the bars in hand reach. Mingi hummed as his hands slipped forward, settling on my hips as he squeezed hard, licking his lips as his eyes stayed on my breasts. We usually wore matching outfits just for the fun of it, but the vest I was currently wearing was bought for different activities, “You want me to believe that? I know you were fucking that blonde bitch while I was fighting off five guards.”

The hiss was sharp as my eyes narrowed at Mingi, who had mastered the perfect innocent expression sometime in the past and was looking at me with it now, “Sugar, I was busy looking over the shipment, you know that. My father had sent a team to get you, but you were already soaking in our bath, waiting for me—”

“You’re full of shit.” I snapped, reaching forward abruptly to wrap my fingers around Mingi’s warm throat. His necklaces were heavy and chunky, but they looked fucking amazing on him. I ignored him for my own sake as I pressed my thumb harsher into his throat, making Mingi swallow nervously, “This is the last time I let you off the hook, Mingi. If you fuck anyone else ever again, I’ll cut your dick off before I take your whole legacy in the family.”

Mingi grinned, licking the corner of his mouth as he leaned forward, thinking he had the upper hand, “You love my dick too much to do that.”

“I’ve met plenty of men with bigger dicks than yours.”

“Let me out.” Mingi’s tone dropped as a fire appeared in his eyes, his jaw clenched. I laughed tauntingly, biting my lower lip as I released his neck while pushing him backwards, our eyes trained on each other. After more than ten years of partnership, we still didn’t trust each other. Maybe it was because Mingi wasn’t as dumb as I liked to think he was, and he could see right through me and my intentions. Maybe it was because I liked to play with him and threaten to fuck him up too often, but neither one of us was a trustworthy person, and I knew Mingi hated it. As if the SMG tattoo sitting on my collarbones wasn’t enough to prove my devotion to him. Nobody would even touch me out of fear now that I was forever branded to him, and I made sure those who did touch him, lost all of their fingers and toes too.

The gunshot echoed loudly as I shot the lock off, who needs a key when you have a gun? I pulled the door slowly open and Mingi remained patient, that is until I stepped in his way when he tried to leave. Without warning, I was slammed against the concrete wall, air knocked from my lungs as his swollen lips pressed against mine bruisingly, one large palm fondling my exposed ass cheek. My moan was swallowed by his desperate tongue as it pushed against mine, fingers curling around my thigh and hiking one leg up so that he could press his semi-hard on into me, groaning at the friction. I sucked at his tongue hungrily, my free hand tangling in his dark locks and yanking on them just like he liked it, making Mingi whine as he rutted against me, fondling my thigh and ass as if he hadn’t touched me in forever. This wasn’t the place nor time for this, but keeping our hands off each other was impossible even after years of being together. I knew things like this turned Mingi on all the time, and I would be a liar if I said I didn’t get a kick out of it too.

“My father will kill us this time, babe.” Mingi mumbled against my lips as he bit my bottom lip, grabbing my hand that held the gun to point it at his temple, “Fuck, I want to be inside you so badly, baby.”

“Fuck me then before they get here,” I provoked him, biting all over his face before I nipped at the skin of his hot neck, “Feel me up babe, see what I have hidden just for you.”

Mingi gulped, eyes hungry as his hands gripped my sides, feeling me up all over my torso and back, cupping both my ass cheeks to hoist me up, forcing me to grip his hips with my thighs tightly. I had all of his favourite weapons strapped onto myself, knowing he’d make good use of them, “You’ll be the death of me one day, Y/N.”

“I know I will.” I smirked, then captured his lips in a frenzied kiss again as we heard shouts closing in on us, “Seems like you’ll have to wait with fucking me, besides, our new jacuzzi was installed today. It would be a shame not trying it out after the day we had.”

“I love the way you think,” Mingi grinned and took his gun from the holster from my waist and lowered me onto the ground, gripping my jaw to tilt my head up, “And I didn’t fuck that blonde, sugar, she stole the watch I had gotten from you and she’s now floating away head down in the river.”

I cackled as the shouts were clear as day now, the officers were here. Oh, how much fun we were just about to have. After sharing one more lustful kiss, our ammunition was cleared without hesitance.

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kazoosandfannypacks · 5 months ago

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Bringing this back again this year! List of pre-approved ships is here!

💿✍️ SPOTIFY WRAPPED DRABBLE ROULETTE! 🎶

Send me a number from 1-100 and one of the ships tagged below, and I'll write a drabble for that ship based on the corresponding song in my spotify wrapped playlist!

all writers are welcome to reblog this and tag their favorite ships to show they are open for requests from this game! if you're a writer and don't have spotify, you can use a different playlist!

#kazzy writes #spotify wrapped drabble roulette #wrapped roulette 2024

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captain-hawks · 2 months ago

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suna rintarou x f!reader — 18+ only, 1.3k, piss kink, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, roommate!suna, perv!suna, based on this drabble

Rintarou wants to laugh at the irony of it—what’s currently staring back at him from your laptop screen.

He covers the bottom half of his face, hot breath curling against his palm as he lets out a ragged exhale of disbelief.

The thing is, he’s found plenty of things that have left his cock twitching eagerly with interest since he adopted this fucked up habit of perusing your incriminating porn tabs of choice whenever you forget to close out your silly little incognito browser window.

It’s like a game of roulette, the way his thumb hovers over the touchpad before clicking over to the next tab to see what else could have possibly contributed to draining your vibrator battery last night.

Spitting in her mouth!!!

Anal sex (no lube just SPIT)

I choked him and he came untouched??

If Rintarou was a good roommate and friend, he would have immediately closed the browser window full of filthy porn tabs the first time he went to borrow your laptop and found them staring back at him.

hot wet messy snowballing

Edging her till she’s begging for it (three orgasms)

Or at the very least, he wouldn’t have made a goddamn habit of it.

FIRST TIME SQUIRTER HUGE MESS!!!!!

But it's been fun, all of these little discoveries. The things he’s learned about you through clicks and keystrokes. Because Rin’s seen the guys you’ve brought home before—

—and he’ll bet his own goddamn balls that none of them has ever grabbed your face and made out with you after busting a hot load of cum in your pretty mouth.

Amateurs.

But this—

This.

This is…

Rintarou weakly rubs his fingers over his eyes, like it’ll somehow change the one and only tab that was waiting for him on your screen today.

And in the back of his mind, idly, he wonders if you closed out all the rest and forgot to dispose of this final piece of evidence.

Or if this video alone was enough to get you off that quickly—

(And it’s dangerous, that thought.)

He slowly closes your laptop.

—-

Rintarou’s calm, mature decision to turn over a new leaf and stop fucking his fist like a pervert to the knowledge of what gets you off lasts approximately four and a half minutes.

Four and a half minutes, and he’s in his room with his boxers discarded somewhere between the bed and the door, flushed, leaking cock gripped tightly in his fist.

Two strokes and his balls are already seizing up.

Suna Rintarou’s dick is twitching between his fingers on a hair trigger—

and you—

you—

—you have a piss kink.

His mind is already far beyond the memory of the two faceless participants in the video you’d been watching. Miles and miles past SHE PISSED ON MY DICK (huge cumshot!!).

Rin doesn’t give a single fuck about whatever else he missed out on in the remaining five minutes of the video that he promptly closed out of.

Because all he can think about is you.

You and those flowy sundresses you like to wear as soon as a hint of warm weather hits the forecast.

You and those lacy little white panties that you sometimes forget in the corner on the bathroom floor after showering.

You and your abysmally small bladder.

Rintarou’s mind is caught in a hazy fantasy, one that finds two of you making out in his bed. You’re wearing that yellow dress that he really likes, and the thin material slips up your thighs like butter when he grasps your waist and pulls you on top of him.

Your lips slide against his, soft moans slipping up your throat as you straddle him, his sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to obscure the sheer amount of blood that’s rushed to his cock in the time since the two of you hit the mattress.

And then you giggle, murmuring something shyly against his lips about how wait, wait, you have to pee.

Logically, because you live together and you share a bathroom and Rin knows you, he should offer you a slightly dramatic, put-out sigh, hands resting behind his head as he waits for you to return.

But Rin’s so goddamn hard and your cunt feels so warm grinding against him, even through your underwear. And he honestly doesn’t really care about these sheets or this mattress.

Rintarou doesn’t give a fuck about much of anything besides the thought of how it wouldn’t just be warm, but hot if you—

“Just go.”

You laugh, gentle and amused. Like he’s joking.

Like he didn’t just ask you to piss on him.

“Rin—”

He pushes up the skirt of your dress, exposing those white panties and the obvious wet spot of arousal that’s already soaked through the material that hugs your swollen folds.

You blink down at him, breath hitching in your throat.

“Rin, I really have to—”

He brushes a finger down your slit, featherlight, not missing the full-body shiver that courses through you.

You whine.

Hooking a finger in your panties, he tugs them aside to expose your cunt.

“You have to what?” he asks calmly, pressing his thumb into the puffy, throbbing button of your clit.

You exhale silently, eyes falling shut for a moment like it’s taking everything in your power to keep holding it in.

“I have to pee.”

Rintarou uses his free hand to push down his sweatpants and boxers, letting his cock spring free. He stares up at you.

“Prove it.”

Your eyes go a little wide, bottom lip getting caught between the trap of your teeth as your thighs tremble slightly.

“I can’t—”

Rin traces your fluttering entrance with the pad of his middle finger, and your hips stutter as you bite back a moan.

“Why not?”

He slides a finger in, and fuck, fuck, fuck you’re so wet for him.

Your pussy clenches around the digit.

“We’re in your bed. It’ll…it’ll make a mess…”

Rin smiles, because this is just some fucked up fantasy he conjured, and he can buy a hundred goddamn beds for you to piss all over if he wants to.

“And?”

Two fingers.

“Rin I’m—”

A warm trickle slides down his knuckles. He slowly pumps in and out of your pussy.

“Do it.”

More drips out.

He pulls his fingers out of you and rests his palm flat over your bladder.

“Oh—”

Rin pushes down at the same moment that he slides his hard cock lengthwise down your wet slit.

And all at once, you release.

Hot piss floods out of you, spraying all over his cock.

And Rintarou groans, gasping at the sensation, at the feeling of it coating his cock and dripping down his balls.

You’re still pissing when you start grinding your cunt against his dick again, desperately, frantically, whining like you’re about to—

You come hard, shaking and sobbing his name against his chest, and Rin’s already halfway to stroking his piss soaked cock to his own completion when you gasp, “Fuck me, Rin. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

It’s obscene how wet you are, how easily he pumps his cock right into your dripping hole. Rin flips you over onto your back, fucking into your pussy with uneven, shallow strokes because it’s all he can manage before blowing his load.

And because Rin’s a filthy pervert—

“That’s all?” you weakly laugh into his shoulder as he collapses against you afterward, softening cock still nestled in your cunt.

Rin mouths at your collarbone.

“Just say it if you want it.”

You sigh.

“Rin.”

Hand drifting to the base of his cock, he rubs his fingers against the place where it meets your fucked out folds.

He lets out the slightest dribble, just enough to have you gasp with awareness.

“Rin please.”

He shifts, mouth slotting against your lips, tongue lazily sliding into your mouth as a hot flood of piss floods your cunt.

(You’re a filthy, wet, needy mess of cum and piss when he’s finished finger fucking you over the edge of another orgasm.)

–

Rintarou wakes up to the sound of the heavy front door to the apartment closing, your shoes clicking across the laminate flooring down the entryway.

His hands are sticky with dried cum, sweatpants damp and soaked through with more than just his seed as they cling to his thighs.

He's already hard again.

"Fuck."

#suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou #dee writes #cw.piss

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ladylucksrogue · 9 months ago

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Hi! Could I pretty please ask for Rexsoka with 32 - A kiss while someone watches!

Thank you for this one!

Set post order 66, at some point while they are on the run...

Ahsoka paused at the stand, her eyes scanning the items on display. They needed clothing, and this stall seemed promising. She reached out to touch a cloak, inspecting the fabric and weave. The color reminded her of the 501st blue on Rex’s armor. She wondered if it might be too obvious a choice. Before she could decide, a voice interrupted her thoughts.

“That color would go great with your eyes,” a human man said, stepping closer. Ahsoka blinked, pulled from her reverie. The man might have been handsome once, but now he had the weary look common on the Outer Rim. His hair, streaked with gray and a bit greasy, hung to his shoulders, and his smile made her uneasy. Something about him set off her instincts.

She took a step back almost unconsciously, offering a polite smile. “Oh, it’s not for me,” she said.

“A pretty girl like you should treat herself,” he pushed, launching into a sales pitch. He began showing her various items, most of which Ahsoka had no interest in, and many far beyond her budget.

She tried to steer the conversation toward what she was actually looking for, but he paid her no attention.

“Don’t see many Togruta out here. What brings you to these parts?” he asked, moving closer again. The scent of stale sweat mixed with cheap cologne made her resist the urge to wrinkle her nose.

“Oh, this and that,” she said vaguely. What was she supposed to say? She was on the run? Not that he was even interested in her words, especially when he was eyeing her with all the subtlety of a gundark sizing up its prey.

“Look, thanks, but I’m going to look elsewhere. Have a nice day,” she said, forcing a strained smile. She turned to leave, but the vendor’s hand closed around her wrist. Her first instinct was to use a close combat move that probably wasn’t appropriate to use on a civilian, but she restrained herself. Still, as she tried to pull away, the urge grew stronger.

Just then, she felt the warmth of a familiar presence seconds before an arm wrapped around her shoulders from behind, a very familiar arm.

“Sorry I’m late,” Rex said, his voice low beside her montral as he moved in front of her, his lips brushing hers. Ahsoka almost flinched in surprise but quickly understood what Rex was doing. To the vendor, they would just look like an affectionate couple, much less dangerous than causing a scene. She felt the man’s grip loosen and disappear as she instinctively leaned into the kiss. She felt the stubble on Rex’s face, tasted the hint of jogan fruit ice they’d shared earlier, smelled the clean scent of his soap.

All too soon, it was over. When Ahsoka opened her eyes, she found Rex watching her with an unreadable expression. The move had defused the situation, safer for everyone involved, except maybe her heart. It pounded so hard she was sure Rex could hear it.

“Ready to go?” Rex asked.

Ahsoka nodded, sparing only a brief glance at the vendor, who had retreated behind his counter, pretending to busy himself with his wares. She didn’t miss the glare he sent Rex’s way.

As they moved through the crowd, Ahsoka’s thoughts spun. She was grateful for Rex’s quick thinking, but was that all it had been? She couldn’t shake the look he’d given her. Should she ask him about it or pretend it never happened? As they walked, she felt his hand brush against hers. She thought it was an accident until it happened again, only this time, his hand enveloped hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. She glanced over at him, catching his bashful smile.

And she couldn’t help but smile back.

#kiss roulette #drabble #my writing #post order 66 #rexsoka

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yameoto · 1 year ago

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i write real nasty shit!

WORKS fandom, alphabetical.

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caitvi butchpussy + femmecock = using you

caitvi x free-use reader drabble

caitvi sandwich

caitvi fuckgirls x virgin!reader

kiramman motherdaughter doubleteam

caitlyn kiramman girldick dubcon

caitlyn kiramman breeding kink

caitlyn dicking down house!rivalry!reader

dark!caitlyn fucking you with her mask on

caitlyn jerking off into (all) your panties

fuckgirl!caitlyn (+bball) 2second blowjob

being caitlyn’s stress-relief toy

being caitlyn's cumdump

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▸ coach knows best | dom!art/tashi/patrick, dubcon

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broke ex!patrick voicemails

tashi touching you in your sleep

lazy morning tashi duncan

eating tashi duncan's ass

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masc!jordan in lingerie set

subby kidnapper!cate

spoiledbrat!cate x CEO!reader

omega!cate breeding kink

claiming omega!cate

alpha!cate rut

puppy!cate thoughts

puppy!cate bondage kink

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cate dunlap car sex

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puppy!marley rose thoughts

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skank!quinn semipublic masturbation

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▸ sam carpenter!ex-babysitter headcanons

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dianna agron filmography

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alison miller postwork scent kink

alison miller's bluecollar!wife thoughts

alison miller stress relief head

alison milller angst thoughts

stoner!ali x cheerleader!reader

sara barton car sex mild corruption kink

gossip girl

blair & serena sharing you

yellowjackets

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tealmisthams · 9 months ago

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No pressure and only if you fancy trying it. Could we have Prompt 2: A kiss on the nose with Rexsoka please!

Thanks for the request! It’s a short one, but I hope you like it! 💙

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Prompt 2: A kiss on the nose

“Ahsoka.”

Rex’s voice echoed in the back of Ahsoka’s unconscious mind, pulling it back to the waking world. She wasn’t ready to face reality yet, though, so she rolled over and buried her face in her pillow.

“Ahsoka, we have to get up,” Rex’s gentle voice said again.

“I’m still sleepy,” she mumbled into her pillow.

“Cyare, you can come back and sleep after we have brunch with the Skywalkers.”

This time Ahsoka pushed out a groan and shifted onto her back again, but still didn’t open her eyes.

“Anakin is always late anyway,” she pointed out drowsily. “He won’t notice if we’re a few minutes behind.”

“Maybe not, but we’re running out of minutes.”

Even with her eyes closed, she could tell her partner had leaned over her from the warmth of his breath that trickled over her cheek. She felt him leaning closer and she almost tilted her lips upward, anticipating a kiss.

Only he didn’t kiss her lips. Ahsoka felt a drop of disappointment as she felt Rex’s breath bypassed her mouth. Then she felt his soft lips touch the tip of her nose.

An enamored grin spread across her face and she finally blinked open her eyes to see Rex’s brown ones hovering just above her.

“I thought that might work,” her partner chuckled.

“Fine, you got my eyes open,” she conceded. “But I’m going to need a real kiss if you want me out of bed.”

Something sparked in Rex’s gaze and he leaned down to kiss her deeply. After a few moments, he pulled back, but only slightly, so his lips brushed hers when he spoke.

“Trust me, cyare, I definitely don’t want you out of bed.”

Ahsoka’s heart was still fluttering as Rex leaned down to kiss her again.

#prompts #my writing #drabble #kiss roulette #rexsoka #captain rex #ahsoka tano

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jaepen · 4 months ago

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that’s why he my man! (part one)

✩♬₊˚.ᝰ. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧’ 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦

/ᐠ˵- ᴗ -˵マ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 note: hello everyone! i hope you like this drabble, this song is living rent free in my mind right now, so enjoy♡! not edited nor proofread!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 ... enha!hyung line x romantic tropes x reader

𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐜: 𝟐𝟎𝟒𝟐; 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫: 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐) ‧₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹

𝐋.𝐇𝐒 희승’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝. (𝟓𝟏𝟑)

I’m just tryna hear you say my name, love to play your ruler, be your Jane, you could be my Tarzan, toss me up, other hoes is lacking, call me up

Halloween, the one holiday where any individual can be anyone and anything they want to be. Not to say that there is or is no judgment to what individual is going to be for Halloween, but nonetheless, being someone else for a night could pay off. You were going to the infamous ENHA frat party, your boyfriend being a pledge, he got to invite a plus one, you his lovely girlfriend. The pledges had to do a costume roulette as part of their tasks to complete for initiation, and he got the gorilla. Naturally, when he told you that he was going to be a sexy gorilla, you rolled your eyes in judgment as he begged you to be his sexy zookeeper.

“Please Y/N, be my zookeeper to my gorilla-” “Why should I?”

“I’m so close to initiation, the boys like me and this couple’s costume will go great if you dress up with me.”

“Fine, but you owe me.”

Come night of the frat party, your boyfriend owed you more than anything. Dressing as a sexy zookeeper was not for the faint of heart, it was freezing, packed with drunk frat members, pledges, sorority girls, and more. In your tight shorts and thin top, you immediately rush inside, trying to find solace somewhere. Your boyfriend, suddenly nowhere to be found, ditched you. ‘Great,’ you thought, ‘what a gentleman.’

Maneuvering your way through the hordes of people, you find yourself in the kitchen with practically a whole liquor store supply of alcohol. Overwhelmed by the various options, you stood there in contemplation in which poison you should go for first. Heeseung, ENHA’s president, rolling in his Tarzan outfit, immediately sees you. His mouth rolls into a smirk, checking you out. Sauntering over, he loops an arm around you.

“What’s a girl like you doing around here without being served a drink?” Heeseung, moving his arms around you, makes a drink quickly in front of your eyes. Heeseung serves the drink with a devilish smile, and you return it with a small grin.

“Thank you…” “Heeseung, president of ENHA.”

“So, president of ENHA, what are you supposed to be?” You take a sip of his drink, humming at the sweet and sour combination of the drink he made.

“Tarzan,” he makes himself a drink, “and you?”

“Well my boyfriend,” Heeseung looks up, “is a pledge here and had this pledge costume roulette thing and ended up being a gorilla. So, I guess as a good girlfriend I am his sexy zookeeper.”

“Sexy zookeeper huh? Aren’t you supposed to be keeping your animal in check then?” Heeseung walks back next to you, continuing to admire you.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, isn’t that your boyfriend right there?” he points to the corner, with your boyfriend slobbered over another girl.

“Well,” you pour yourself a shot, “I guess I don’t have a boyfriend anymore.”

“That’s ok, want to be my Jane to my Tarzan?”

“I just met you,” you teased.

“Well I don’t bite, sometimes,” he smirked, “let’s go have some fun.”

𝐏.𝐉𝐒 제이’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞. (𝟓𝟓𝟔)

You kinda cute, but play too much, don’t play yourself, I’m not the one, but we can still pretend this can be my man woman

“Jongseong!” you singsong. Jay looks at you with mixed fear and grimace, not ready to anticipate the torture.

You skipped over to his lunch table, where him and his other friends are sitting. Sunghoon, Heeseung, Jake, and Niki are all watching amusingly at the sight, seeing their best friend squirm under the sights of his alleged “most hated person on earth.”

“Hello boys,” you circled around and stopped behind Jay, “Guess what I got for today?”

The boys, super excited for their small treat that they get for the day, sat up straight. Jay glares at all of their eager selves, disappointed by their lack of loyalty.

“Did you make cookies-” “Is it cake? I love your tiramisu-“ “Oh oh! Is it brownies-“ “Is it-“ “Guys!” Jay yelled, “let the girl talk.”

You instantly smiled and warmed up to his cold demeanor, pulling out your sweet treat of the day: strawberry shortcake. You pass the boys a neatly, cute packaged strawberry shortcake. The boys immediately tear open the package and dig in like heathens. You inwardly cringed at their behavior, but you rationalize that boys will be boys.

“Do you guys like it?” you asked nervously, looking over to see everyone but Jay eating your sweet treat.

The boys nodded happily, clear enjoyment evident in their facial expressions. You deflated as your eyes landed on Jay, seeing your sweet treat untouched.

“Jay, are you going to try the shortcake?” “No.”

“Why aren’t you going-” “I don’t want to try another disgusting treat of yours.”

Taken aback from his statement, your eyes start to well up. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction, so you immediately wipe your tears and put a smile on your face.

“That’s alright, you can give it to one of the boys since they like it so much,” you hurriedly put out two more, not wanting to stay there longer, “Make sure to give these to Sunoo and Wonnie for me?”

You didn’t want to attempt hearing another rejection, immediately fleeing away from embarrassment.

“Seong, don’t you think you were a little harsh?” Heeseung went over and flicked his forehead hard.

“Asshole,” Jay whined, rubbing the spot, “I just wanted her to stop giving the stupid treats, she’s playing herself.”

“Hyung, you don’t think she’s a little cute? She always brings all of us sweet treats, not just you,” Sunghoon munched on the last remains of the shortcake. Jay stays silent at Sunghoon’s question.

“Hey, if you don’t want that shortcake, I’ll tak-” “No.”

Jake whines at Jay’s answer, “You’re not even going to eat it, so why waste it?”

“I’ll eat it,” he mumbles. “What? Couldn’t hear you there hyung,” Niki teases.

“I’ll eat it fucker,” Jay says louder, rolling his eyes and opening the shortcake.

Jay, taking a small bite of the shortcake, increased his bites of the shortcake until the package was pristine. The boys, smirking at his behavior, immediately started flicking his forehead, one by one.

“Alright, alright, stop hitting my forehead, my knowledge is valuable,” Jay hides his forehead, “I’ll go apologize.”

“Yeah confess to your girl Seong, stop playing hard to get,” “Get your woman hyung,” “She’s not my woman guys.”

Jay gets up from the table and leaves in pursuit of finding you, ready to apologize and stop pretending about his cute little shortcake.

𝐒.𝐉𝐘 제이크’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝! (𝟒𝟗𝟖)

Know my baby packing, why I’m stuck, that’s why he my man, young and he fine and he tall and he handsome, talkin’ so fine, I might hold it for ransom, put in drive, I’m not shy, I might let ya, cruise all night

You and your boyfriend Jake decided to take a romantic getaway to Jeju Island the moment you both saw a free week on both of your calendars. It was rare for both you and Jake to be free at the same time. Common enough for a couple of hours, uncommon for one day, somewhat rare for a couple, and extremely rare for a whole week. Your time with Jake in juju has been nothing short of bliss. Nature hikes, swimming and seashore walking, and eating delicious comfort Jeju native dishes, you couldn’t have asked for a better vacation with your boyfriend. Currently at the beach, you were currently sitting with Jake and scrolling through TikTok. You come across this TikTok of a couple singing to SZA’s new song ‘BMF,’ and the girl pranks her boyfriend by shaking her head and making an X with her arms when it mentions that the man is tall. You immediately got an idea, and giggled.

“Yun, can you-“ “You are so pretty.”

You give him a deadpanned look as his sparkling eyes are staring at you with complete admiration.

“Jake.”

“Not my name.”

“Jak-“

“My baby knows better than to call me by my other government name,” he states with a finger pointed up.

“Baby,” “Better,” he piqued, “Can you do me two small favors?”

“What do you mean by small,” he narrows his eyes.

“Yes or no Yunnie,” you emphasized.

“Yes, my love,” he reluctantly agreed.

“Can you lotion my back while I film a small TikTok? As a memory of our once in a lifetime, non-calendar colliding, romantic-“

Jake pecks your lips, effectively shutting you up. You, flustered, playfully smack his chest and shift your body in the chair. Setting up the camera to see you and Jake, you tried to not giggle at the anticipation ahead of you. Giving Jake the bottle of sunscreen, it was go time. Turning the sound up, you press record. You lip sync to the lyrics, and Jake immediately looks up and gives you that boyish smile you fell in love with. As the lyrics ‘he tall’ comes up, you stopped lip-syncing and shook your head and crossed your arms into an X shape. Jake’s face immediately dropped. You immediately laugh as you continue to lip sync the lyrics.

“Hey!” He stops putting sunscreen on your back, “I’m taller than you! I am technically average male height if you must know baby.”

The video stops recording as you are laughing to a point where it becomes wheezing, still humored by Jake’s reaction.

“Stop laughing,” he whines, “or I’m going to lift you with my packing body and drop you into the ocean.”

“You wouldn’t.” “I would.”

“Fine, I guess I won’t make it up to you tonight then-“

“Alright, I surrender,” he says immediately, putting his hands up, “so what are we doing tonight?” Jake, wriggling his eyebrows, giving you the same look of admiration as he did earlier.

“We’re cruising all night baby.”

𝐏.𝐒𝐇 성훈’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮? (𝟒𝟕𝟓)

Young and fine and dark and handsome, the boy from South of somewhere came walking in, I can’t keep my panties from dropping, he’s so fly, fly

Being the top student at the school was no feat. You worked hard to get where you are, and you were the school’s top academic weapon. Until Park Sunghoon came along. You were nose deep into your books, waiting for the next period to start. You heard whispers around you, growing by the minute.

“Have you heard about the new exchange student?” “Yeah, I heard that he’s young, fine, and handsome.” “Did you know he came from South…” “He’s definitely out of your league!”

You tuned these whispers out the best you could. It was hard. The whispers continued to grow and eventually turned into chairs scraping and fangirl squeals. Agitated, you looked up from your textbook to see your whole class pushing themselves against the classroom windows. Getting up, you wanted to know what all the commotion was about, and you immediately regret it.

Walked in Park Sunghoon, the new exchange student at your school. You rolled your eyes as girls around you were blushing and trying to get his attention. Sunghoon walked down the halls, marveling in all the attention he got from everyone. He flashed his smile left and right, waving around. His friends, Sunoo and Jake are next to him, helping him adjust to the second week of school. Sunghoon’s eyes land on you, interested in how you out of everyone is not wanting to swarm on him.

“Hey you,” he called out, pointing at you.

Annoyed at his action, you immediately turn your back on him and head back to your desk. Sunghoon, shocked by your cold and distasteful response, walks into your classroom and spots you at your desk reading. Sunghoon pulls up a desk chair and sits in front of you. Not saying anything, he starts poking you, repeatedly.

“Hey will you cut it out,” glaring at him, not knowing why he won’t leave you alone.

He looks at you intently, pausing his poking for a couple of seconds before continuing.

“Cut it out,” you gritted your teeth, staring at him to stop.

“What’s your name?” “What?”

Sunghoon grabs your face and squishes your cheeks with his big hands. He moves your face to lock in with his eyes, boring into your very existence. You start to feel warm, picking out the small details of his face. He wasn’t bad looking, per say, annoying, but hot.

You moved your face out of his grasp, smoothing out your cheeks. Going back to your textbook, you phase out his presence.

“My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N huh,” he smirks, “want to go on a date with me?”

Eyes bulging out of your head, you immediately looked up at him with your ears and cheeks flushed with red.

“No.”

“You won’t be saying that soon,” he gets up from the desk chair, “see you later princess.”

Oh, you’re in trouble.

thanks for reading, i appreciate any feedback as i am still kind of getting back into fanfiction writing!

part 2 for maknae line coming very soon, stay tuned ദ്ദി（• ˕ •マ.ᐟ!

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