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ruwriteshours · 8 months

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ROOM SERVICE 101 ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ KIM JUNGWOO

✦ pairing: kim jungwoo x fem! reader

✦ summary: You have had enough of the hellhole that is your workplace, opting to leave and book a hotel to get some nice relaxation. Little did you know, that you would soon find a different kind of comfort when your eyes are set on a handsome hotel worker...

✦ genre: smut, fluff, crack

✦ warning: straight up smut with no actual plot, reader is horny, sexual content (minors dni)

"He was all pissed after I cursed him out." You gloated, struggling to handle your luggage that were tripping on the stairs. "You should've seen his face when I threw the paperworks all over the floor before walking off."

Your friend, Ryujin, on the other line gushed in amusement, shocked that you were capable of finally standing up to your boss. Her words of encouragement only fueled in your happiness, all those pent-up frustations being released. Relentlessly working under the shitty company made you uptight, having had the workplace suck the life out of you.

It was then that you snapped when you had enough of their mistreatment, realising that you were getting paid half less than the new male employee, despite working extra hours.

To celebrate your freedom, you decided to plan a trip for yourself. Having booked a local hotel last minute and was thankfully able to slot an available room. Sure, it was a drastic plan but considering you couldn't even remember the last time you had gotten the light of day to enjoy some time alone after being buried in your work, you would say it is well-deserved.

"I'll call you back later. I'm checking in soon."

Ending the call after your goodbye's, you began making your way inside the building. The sliding door automatically open as you walked up to it. You were hit with the smell of sandalwoon, citrus scent. The luxurious marble tiled floor clicked against your heels as you head for the reception to collect your keycard.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you need some assistance?" A deep voice called beside you.

Turning around, you were greeted with a warm, dimpled smile. His brown eyes stared back at you with such warmth as his brown locks were neatly gelled up, his work uniform making him look as handsome as ever.

You had never been entranced by a man's beauty.

It seemed as if you had taken a little too long at answering him as he began calling out to you again, gently as ever. Waving his hand politely in front of your face as you were in awe with his presence, "Hello? Miss?"

"U-Uh yes! I do need help!" You eagerly replied, taking a step forward only to exaggerate your clumsiness as you purposely tripped over your baggage.

He was quick to catch you, hand gripping on you forearm while the other at your lower back, helping you maintain your balance.

"Are you alright, miss?"

You batted your eyelash, staring up at him with the most innocent look you could muster. Pushing yourself near him as your breast touched his chest, cleavage slightly expose as you thanked him. You could see him take a nervous gulp before uttering a 'no problem', hesitantly removing his hold on you as he made his way towards your baggage.

You smirked when you realised that he was easily flustered by your act, taking a mental note for next time. Following suit as he began pushing your luggage while carrying your bag in the other.

Like a gentleman, he pressed the elevator button and motioned for you to go in before he went in himself. You were glad that your room was at the highest floor, which gave you extra time to talk to the attractive worker.

"So, how long have you worked here?" You attempted at making a conversation.

He looked at you confused before awkwardly replying, "Um, a couple of months."

"Ah, so you're new here." You pushed on.

"Yes, miss." He said curtly.

"So what's your name, pretty boy?" You boldly asked, watching as his eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he cleared his throat.

"It's Jungwoo."

You were beginning to get frustated with his short responses, desperately wanting to see him crack. When there was a sudden bump in the elevator, you smiled secretly as you made a plan, intentionally bumping against him as you make him lose his balance. The hold on your bag became loose as he fell to the ground with you on top of him.

Your bodies were pressed against each other, it didn't help when you began to sit on top of him, basically straddling him.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I'm so clumsy today." You said meekly, your hand coming up to touch his chest to push yourself up.

You could feel him tense under your touch, which was something that immediately went to his cock. He cursed silently when he realised he was having a boner, moving onto his side so that you weren't able to see.

"Are you hard, right now?"

Dang it!

"Uh- no, of course not!" He attempted to remain composed, bending down to pick up your stuff.

He was more fidgety, but before you could further execute your plan, the elavator door slide open. He was quick in fastening his steps, with you struggling to trail behind. As he made his way to your room, he waited patiently as you walked towards him. Sliding your keycard, a light ding was heard before you opened the door. He carried your belongings before placing them beside your bed.

Before he could walk out, you grabbed onto his hands, stopping him. You placed a tip on his opened hand before you begin to wander your fingers around his neck, his eyes shakily stared back at yours, holding himself back from doing something he might regret.

Pulling him down to your level, you whispered against his ear. "I'll see you around, Jungwoo."

He shivered at your sultry tone before you let go of your hold, bowing his head politely and taking his leave, embarassment flooding his face as he was left to fix his personal issue.

After that incident, he swore to himself that he would never see you again, embarassing himself was one thing but if you had tried to hit on him a moment too longer, he would've lose all his self-control. Unfortunately, he had underestimated your persistence.

Seeing you struggle to carry your shopping bags as you walked inside the building, he was tempted to pretend he didn't see your presence. However, the piercing look he received from his manager told him that he shouldn't take the risk. Offering his manager a brief nod as he made his towards you, mentally preparing himself.

Once your gaze was locked into his, he saw the same glimmering mischief under them, knowing exactly what was going on through your mind. You were like an open book, and that was exactly what you intended to come across. You wanted Jungwoo to take you, and you'd be damned if someone were to hold you back from doing so.

"Do you need help, miss." His customer voice spoke out, much to your dismay.

You could pout as you gave him a nod, rubbing your shoulders as if it was sore. "Yes, I'm getting kinda tired. Thank you, Jungwoo."

He gulped from the way you mentioned his name, your cheery voice echoed in his head, loving the way you spoke his name. Wishing he could hear it when you moan... wait, what?

Gently taking your stuff, the both of you made your way towards the elavator. Jungwoo's head was spinning, anxiously waiting for your next move. A part of him felt slightly weak on the knees, thinking about what he could do to you. However, throughout the elavator ride, you were silent, not initiating any conversation.

Jungwoo felt a sudden wave of disappointment, thinking that you weren't interested as you were before. Taking the step first, he uttered.

"You know," He began, which made you perked up, "I told you my name but I never knew yours."

"That's because you never ask." You teased.

"Well, I guess this is my way of asking you."

He didn't know how he got the sudden confidence from but he certainly wasn't complaining, loving the way you looked at him with a curled smile. Those lips that he so deeply wanted to savour... stop it!

He heard you utter your name, the words rolling off of your tongue sent shivers down his spine. He can't help but repeat it again, his voice turned into whispers, as if he was doing something scandalous.

You smirked, knowing that you had gotten him wrapped under your fingers.

Just then, the elevator dinged and soon it slide open. You walked away, with Jungwoo trailing behind. Light shuffling could be heard as your shopping bags clashed against each other, as you motioned for him to go inside your room.

Setting aside your bags on the bed, Jungwoo had carelessly toss the last bag onto the side, causing it to topple on the ground. Uttering a string of apologies, his words got cut off with a shocked expression, seeing the items that were dropped.

A certain purple-coloured toy that caught his eye.

Or rather, a dildo.

He quickly grabbed the items that were dropped and shoved it inside the paper bag, his eyes refusing to look at yours as he was once again, flooded with embarassment.

You, on the other hand, could only giggle in amusement, which was something that didn't went overheard by Jungwoo, whose face was beet red by now.

"Oh, relax." You waved off, "It's not something you haven't seen before."

Jungwoo paused and turned around to face you.

"Unless, you haven't watched porn, that is." You said, taking a step towards him, "Which I highly doubt."

He cleared his throat, wanting the tense atmosphere to go away. You gently caressed his shoulder, taking a step further as he was making no attempt to move away, trailing your hands down to his chest. You could hear him groan slightly at the contact. Lifting up on your toes, you leaned in towards him. Jungwoo, took that as a queue to hold onto your waist, gently stroking it up and down as his eyes bored into you with such lust. The both of you stared for what seemed like forever, part of Jungwoo's mind telling him to back away and apologise.

Though, he went for his other impulsive thought.

Fuck it!

Slamming his lips onto yours, a noise of suprise escaped your lips as you returned the same surging feeling. Teeth clashing as the sound of sloppy kisses echoed through the room. In no way were the both of you soft with the kiss, opting for a rather rough and sensual one. Moans were exchanged as the both of you fought for dominance, Jungwoo being the first to stick his thumb at your lower lip, causing you to open your mouth wide. Shoving his tongue as deep as he could, you were left in pure bliss as you let out a moan of pleasure, not caring how loud you could be.

Unfortunately, that made Jungwoo snapped back into reality as he reeled back in shock, removing himself from you. He felt his heart pang, guilty seeing your disappointed look but he needed to remind himself that you were a guest and what he did was unprofessional.

"I'm sorry." He said, uttering your name after. "I have to go." And with that, he ignored your calls as he walked away in shame.

"Dude, how'd you get so lucky?" Johnny's voice complained.

Currently on their break as the both of them sat comfortably at the back of the building, cigarettes in hand chatting away.

"I'm not! Do you know how hard it is for me to not embarass myself?" Jungwoo retaliated, punching the older for his comment.

"Oh, poor you." Johnny said sarcastically, "Do you know how often hot chicks would just throw themselves onto you." He fired back.

"Not that often, I guess." Jungwoo mumbled, scratching his head.

"Exactly! You need to take this opportunity to get laid." Johnny declared, a little too loudly that causes stares from a parent passing by, making them cover their child's ear.

"Dude!" Jungwoo shoved the older. "I'm so sorry about that."

The parents could only scoff at the two males before walking off.

"See, this is what I mean." He pointed towards the family, once they were out of sight. "We always get rude bitches as our guest. Don't you think it's a nice change for once?"

Jungwoo let Johnny's words sink inside his head carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more he realises how much his sexual desires are on the roof. You are one the most attractive people he has come across, and being so that you were openly flirting with him only made Jungwoo question your intentions.

Could you perhaps want to have sex with him?

His questions was soon left answered.

"Jungwoo, there's a guest in room 1902 in need of an extra towel. Could you deal with that?" His manager called him out, right after he was done with his break.

Usually, he would've been pissed if he was given a task right after but he had realised something the moment his manager uttered the room number. It was yours. He didn't know why he felt the sudden urge of excitement rushed through him, but he felt it regardless.

"Yes, sir."

With a towel wrapped neatly under his hands, he mentally prepared himself for the worst case scenario. Knocking lightly on the door, despite it being opened by the doorstopper. "Room service!"

His voice called out, uncertain laced in his tone, not entirely sure if was ready to face you.

"Come in!" Your voice muffled on the other side.

For a second, Jungwoo contemplated whether he should run away or dive head first to the situation. A part of his fantasies desperately wanted something to play out in his favour, while the other— slightly logical part of his brain told him to remain calm and just do his job.

With shaky breath, he twisted the knob and made his way in. Seeing you no where in sight, he heard the water running from the closed door of the bathroom. Once again, knocking against the bathroom door.

"You can come in!" Your voice said on the other said, water still running.

It was then that Jungwoo felt a break of sweat forming on his forehead, clammy hands reaching out to the door handle without saying a word.

There you were, completely bare, without a care of the world. Jungwoo eyes were almost buldged out of his socket, shocked evident in his face. You, on the other hand, walked towards him as if you weren't naked and wet from the shower. Striding with such confidence as you held your hand out expectantly.

Raising an eyebrow as you noticed that the taller male was making no attempt to hand you over the towel, his eyes shamelessly staring at your boobs, that were displayed out in the open. Clearing your throat loudly to gain the man's attention, he would only glanced towards your face, scanning your eyes.

You could tell he was in a dilemma, not knowing what to do. His poor brain was racking at the ridiculing situation. Deciding to tease him for a bit longer, you took a step forward and slowly inced your hand towards the towel. However, just as it slipped away from his hold, he grabbed it back harshly. The sudden force made you bump against him, he took that chance to wrapped his arms around your waist, finger gripping with such intensity that had you wincing. He didn't seem faze as his hungry gaze bored against your eyes, he licked his lips, a hint of uncertainty washed over him.

Sensing his neevousness, you decided to ease the male, opting to brush your hands against his arms. Smiling softly, that caused Jungwoo's heart to race even faster.

"You don't have to do this." Your voice whispered softly, "I know you don't want your job to be in jeopardy."

This was it.

This was the moment to determine what choice Jungwoo was going to make. You were giving him the option to back out. He could turn around and act like nothing had happened. It was safe to say that you were even willing to let it go.

But why was his heart making him stay?

He remembered Johnny's words replaying itself at the back of his mind.

You need to get laid.

And that is what he did.

"I have other things to worry about." He shook his head.

All of those built up tensions and the constant back and forth gets thrown out the damn window when he began chasing your lips. His hand cupping the back of your head as he pushed himself closer to your wet body, getting his clothes damped in the process.

But he didn't care.

Not when you let out the most alluding moan he has ever heard, only encouraging him to walk you back towards the shower.

Hastily removing his clothing piece by piece, with the help of your wandering hands. It was clear that the both of you were in need of a good fuck. You smiled in victory, finally achieving goal.

Once he was bare and naked as well, you began running your hands up and down his tone abs, leaving marks down his neck to his collarbone. The male shivered under your touch, groaning when you found his sensitive spot, you gripped his hair harshly, tugging his locks. The water under your heads, only made everything more erotic.

"A—Ah! Just like that! It feels so good!"

He began to moan, not caring how vulnerable he looked. Once you were done sucking his luscious skin, you began to notice the bruise it had formed, proudly admiring your work.

Gasping in suprise when his hands wrapped around your throat roughly, his gripped tightened when he saw the way your legs clenched together at his actions. Positioning his things in the middle of your private area, he forced it opened. The contact of his contracting muscles on your core made you whimper, the sound driving Jungwoo's cock to rise up, his mind going haywire.

"Jungwoo, please. More, please!" Your voice begged, clutching onto his shoulder as your nails dugged under his skin.

"Ride my thighs first."

And that you did, bouncing yourself under his thighs as you let a string of moans escaped your mouth, his name escaping your lips like a mantra. The male could only guide you through your orgasm, letting you finish.

You shook under his touch, your orgasm nearing as you smashed your lips against his, spit swapping in the process as drool began dripping down your throat.

"I'm close— ah!" You pulled away, the familiar sense of euphoria came through.

Slumping yourself slightly, you looked into his eyes. "More, please!"

He chuckled, "You greedy whore. I haven't gotten to cum yet and here you are, wanting more."

"Let me suck your cock then."

"You have such a dirty mouth." Sticking his digits inside your mouth, watching the way you suck on it made him groan. "Go on, suck it."

Pulling you down by the shoulder as you obliged, knees falling as you stared at his hardening boner. Red and thick. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Opening your mouth wide, you began taking him in. He moaned at the filling of your mouth licking and sucking his cock, your hand stroking what you couldn't fit as your other hand massaged his balls. He leaned his hand on the wall, letting you do the work.

His eyes closed shut as he let out shaky breaths, his other hand coming up to grip on your hair. His hips snapped forwards, causing you to choke, too big for you to take. Blubbering mess you were, Jungwoo couldn't care less as he began to thrust himself onto your mouth.

"Yes! That's it, take my cum!"

String of white substance, obediently swallowing it. Stucking your tongue out as you showed Jungwoo, he scoffed playfully. Pulling you up and turning off the shower tap as he lead you to the bedroom.

It was then that you were tossed onto the bed, his body hovering over you. Kisses trailing down to your breast, he began sucking on your nipples. Your hand was about to grip onto his hair but he slammed it down, his hands trapping yours, preventing you from touching. He continued his ministration, teeth biting slightly on your hardening buds that had you squirming.

He began lowering himself further and soon, you felt him place wet kisses down your inner thigh. His eyes locked onto yours as he began to move towards your glistening cunt, sloppy kisses being placed on your pussy. He stuffed his face deeper, nose nudging your opening as he stuck two of his long slender finger inside, finding your sweet spot.

"Ah! Jungwoo, I can't take it!"

Pushing his head away, he only groaned at your actions, pushing his face closer to your sensitive spot, tongue slurping itself on your g-spot. Your legs began thrashing but was stopped when his hands slammed it open and wide, he continued to eat you out like a starved man.

Soon, you began to release, moaning his name aloud. He removed himself completely, and just when you thought you had finished, you heard a light buzz. Opening your tired eyes, you widened when you realised he was holding out the purple dildo you recently bought. With a cocky smile, he waved it around you mockingly.

"I wonder what you looked like when you used this."

Without warning, he began shoving the toy up your pussy, your cunt swallowing it with such ease.

"I—I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna come!"

But he didn't, in fact, he sped up the toy, causing it to vibrate faster under your tight hole. Only when you felt your next release, you felt the material being removed from you.

Letting out a whine at the lose of contact, you were shocked when he replaced it with his own hardening cock. Letting it slide against your tight hole, clenching around him immediately. You began wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as your hips arched forward.

"That feels good! Do that again!" He demanded, hand pulling your hips as he held it tighter.

Thrusting with such strenth, the bed bounced at the impact. The squeaking sound echoed through the room, but it was no louder compared to the moans the both of you let out, making out messily under the covers. Wet, sloppy sounds followed after and soon the both of you felt your orgasm nearing.

"I'm close!"

"M—Me too!"

And with that, the sense of pure bliss overcame the both of you, lying down beside you with a pant. The both of you let out a laugh, having had the pent-up desires finally fulfilled, gazing with such admiration. You realised how much your heart began to accelerate when you watched Jungwoo cleaned you up, his hands holding a towel as he gently wiped away the excess cum that dripped out. You couldn't help but cup his face to offer him a much passionate kiss, rather than the messy and rough ones that the both of you did before. He returned the kiss with just as much intensity, hands gripping you waist.

Before the both of you could take the moment further again, Jungwoo heard his phone dinged, indicating a message.

Johnny: 'Yo dude, our manager was looking for you.'

Johnny: 'You're lucky I saved your ass!'

Jonnhy: 'Get dressed and get back down here. Now.'

He chuckled at the text before replying, telling the older that he would be down soon, heading to the bathroom to collect his uniform and getting ready.

"Aw, you're leaving me already." You pouted, hands holding onto his neck as you pulled him down under the soft duvet covers.

He laughed at your neediness before placing a peck on your forehead, "I have to! We'll meet later on my next break."

"You promise you'll come?" You asked, your eyes staring back at him with such innocence that Jungwoo was in disbelief at how you managed to look at him like the both of you didn't just fuck a minute ago.

"Of course, baby." He cooed, which made you giggle.

"Well, in that case. Here's my number." You reached over the desk and handed him a piece of paper.

He stared at the small piece of note, smilling softly as you ushered him out. Giving him a flying kiss as you shut the door closed.

Jungwoo found himself smiling.

Call me ;)

You, on the other hand, felt more better than ever. Having had the shitty job left your mind completely, your mind could only think about the cute hotel worker you just banged, a part of you hoping it could lead to something more...

"Dude, is that a hickey?!" Johnny's voiced called out in shock.

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boxboxlewis · 7 months

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ty to babes @officialmood and @rosyjuly for the tag to post a wip snip! this is from my @f1hallmarkfest fic:))

Max steps into the shop and peers around. As the door swings shut behind him the noise from the street is cut off and the scent of chocolate envelopes him, heady and warm, rich with undertones he can’t quite place. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust, and when they do he’s surprised by how small the interior of the shop is: there’s a tiny marble counter with a till, and a door to a back room, and some display cases, and that’s basically it. There’s nowhere to sit. Not much to look at. There are no other customers, which is good, because Max isn’t sure they’d fit. There’s no one behind the counter, either, which is less ideal for his purposes.

“Hello?” Max calls. “Are you open?”

There’s a rattling sound from somewhere in the back room, and a crash, and then the door swings open and the most handsome man Max has ever seen bursts through. “Shit! Yeah! Hi, hey, hello, I am definitely open, please buy some—Fuck! Right, one minute.” He bursts back through the door. Max waits, less impatiently than he might have expected.

After a few minutes the interior door opens again, more sedately this time, and the man comes back through. “Howdy, pardner,” he says, beaming a giant smile at Max. It’s unclear why he’s talking like a cowboy when he should, according to Max’s careful research, be Australian. “Sorry about that-there kerfuffle, I had a minor caramel emergency. What can I do you for?”

“I,” says Max. Being in the same room as this guy is turning his brain off. It’s taking about 90% of his mental energy not to blurt out Please can I lick you. “I would like to buy. Some chocolate.”

“Well, I don’t want to brag, but you’ve come to the right place.” The guy grins, hitches up his striped apron and perches on the marble counter. Which is a health code violation, surely. “Is there a particular occasion?”

Max had planned out a whole cover story, which he has now forgotten. “Um,” he says. “Yes. Yes, I want to—I want to buy some chocolates for my mum.” She’ll like that, at least.

The guy nods at Max, very serious, as if choosing the right chocolates for a mother is a matter of grave importance. “Yeah, great. Mums love chocolate. I mean, everyone loves chocolate, because chocolate’s fucking beautiful. Okay. I don’t want to judge but I’m thinking from the accent maybe Mum isn’t local? You want stuff that’ll ship well?”

“Yes,” Max agrees. It’s frankly outrageous how attractive the guy is. Victoria would be going nuts, if she were here.

The guy says, “Okay, let’s figure this out. I’m Daniel, by the way.” So he is the owner, then. The one Max has come to crush. He looks questioningly at Max, who can feel himself turning red.

“Uh. Max. I am Max.”

tagging @onadarklingplain @missyourflight @grideon @enparallel @andwegogreen IF u want to!

#wips #maxiel #mv33 #dr3 #chocolate au !!!

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dragcnbreak · 5 months

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crazy for this boy

Ness is taken aback by a pretty man entering the diner and maybe moves a bit too fast with him.

Also cross-posted on AO3!

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Ness was gay, which is a fact that is pretty much as old as time itself. Even with the year being 2000 and living in the state of Utah, he didn’t much try to hide it. That may have been the main reason why he was staring at the most beautiful man he’s ever seen in his life. Ness worked at a dinner called Sparky’s and he does meet a lot of pretty men who catch his eye but none quite like this one.

The man had the most intense hazel eyes, matted hair that was still somehow cute, and a gorgeous chiseled jaw with an endearing five o’clock shadow. Ness pouted internally when he saw him sit at a table that he wasn’t waiting. So before his coworker, Tara, could approach, he began to bribe her for the table. She gave him a knowing glance, letting him have it.

“Hi. Welcome to Sparky’s, sugar! What can I get you started with?” Ness rolled up to the table with confidence. It’s only when the man blushes that he realizes he let a pet name slip. “U-um, just a… water is fine.” Ness peered down at the stuttering man, smiling at the name tag on him reading “Mike”.

“Gotcha, Mike! Anything else? Lunch is the most important meal of the day after all.” Mike frowned at that. “Is it really lunchtime already? Damn it.” The sentences cause Ness to frown too. “Is everything okay?” He can’t help but ask, wanting to know more about the guy in front of him. “It’s none of your business.” Mike shook his head.

“I’ll be right back.” Ness says, an idea forming. He reported to his manager, Clyde, and explained that he would be going on his break now. Clyde nodded and Ness grabbed two waters on his way back out, one for Mike and one for him. The mentioned is taken aback when Ness comes and sits with him.

“I’m on my break so don’t worry,” Ness sipped his water, “but spill. You seem like you’ve got something worrying you and I want to help.” Mike furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t even know you… Ness.” He said, glancing at the other’s name tag. “So?” Ness kept the conversation going, ignoring how his heart fluttered when Mike said his name.

Mike just sighed softly, drinking his water as well. “I guess… Um, I just can’t find a babysitter for my little sister for tonight. My usual one is sick and I really need to go to work.” Mike explained while he stirred his drink with his straw. “I can watch her!” Ness almost yelled, nearly spilling his own water.

The shorter blinked owlishly. “Seriously? Again, I don’t even know you.” He let go of his drink, staring at Ness, who just waved his hand. “The name’s Ness. And now you know me!” He smiled brightly, making Mike want to reciprocate it. “I’m free tonight and you need a sitter. I promise I’m not a serial killer or anything like that. Just a guy who wants to help a pretty boy like yourself.” Ness reached over the table, clasping Mike’s hand and looking into his eyes. The words and actions caused them both to blush and Ness quickly moved his hand away.

Mike sighed again, reaching back to scratch his neck. “I… I guess? I get paid tomorrow so I can pay you then. Just don’t hurt my sister or I’ll make you regret it.” Mike threatened Ness but all Ness saw was an adorably angry puppy. But he filed away that thought for later and nodded. “Don’t worry about paying me! This’ll just be my good deed for the day.” He reasoned.

The other didn’t argue, figuring it would be a losing battle to try to. Instead, Mike grabbed a napkin and a pen he kept in his work uniform. “Here’s my address and my um, my phone number.” He stuttered over his words, writing said things on the napkin.

Ness gave him a kind smile. “What time should I be over tonight?” Mike thought it over for a second. “7 works for me.” Ness nodded. “And 7 works for me too. My break should be about over but I’ll see you then, pretty boy.” Ness grabbed the napkin with one hand and the other took Mike’s hand again. Confidence filled him as he reached down and kissed the hand he held. Mike watched, flustered, as Ness then stood up and walked away.

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Ness turned up to the Schmidt’s house 10 minutes shy of seven o’clock. He was a bit nervous about meeting Abby for the first time and babysitting her so he tried to channel some of the confidence earlier.

But then he knocked on the door and Mike answered it shirtless and his attempts were thrown out the window. The shorter must have just gotten out the shower the way his hair was wet and a towel was wrapped around his waist. “Sorry about… this.” He motions to his chest. “Shower. Um, I told Abby about you. She might be shy…” Mike talked more than he ever had before and here Ness was, spacing out and practically drooling at the sight of Mike.

“Ness!” The mentioned blinked a few times, returning to the world of the living. “Y-yes!” He nearly shouted. “Are you okay?” Mike asked with furrowed brows. “Of course! Why do you ask?” Mike frowned. “You’re bleeding.” He pointed to his nose, indicating where the blood was coming from. Ness swiped a finger under his nose. He copied Mike’s frown when he saw blood on the finger.

“Let me get dressed and I’ll help you before I go to work. Don’t get blood on the floor!” The shirtless man left the room, his little sister taking his place. She stared at him knowingly and suddenly, Ness wanted to die right there and then.

#mine #my fanfics #text #fnaf movie #Mike schmidt #ness #ness the waiter #securitywaiter #dreamtheory #mike schmidt x ness #mike schmidt x ness the waiter #fnaf #five nights at freddy’s movie #five nights at freddy's

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redeyerhaenyra · 8 months

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Eating up your last blue headcanon and will now be begging for a full smut while a client watches. Ilysm 🦇

Eye of the beholder

Summary: Blue doesn't like sharing his toys. But he's not opposed to other people watching him play

Warnings: Exhibitionism, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, fem reader, 1 (one) slap, costumes, bunny as a nickname, little bit of aftercare, jealousy

Notes: Ohhh this is such a good ideaaaaaaa tysm for requesting baby x

Wc: 1.5k

Blue didn't like sharing. Not usually. Sometimes he could bare it, though only if he was in full control of the situation, calling the shots. And you didn't mind this about him, it made you feel special.

This wasn't your first rodeo, you and Blue had done this before, but it was always exciting. Different. Someone would pay Blue alot of money, and he would lead them to your room to watch Blue fuck his favourite doll. This time was no different- you waited patiently, sat on the ornate, oddly circular bed. You wore what was essentially a playboy bunny suit, that hugged all your curves and bumps just right, and pushed your tits up on display. It even came with a white tail above your rear, and a pair of bunny ears on a headband, in blue, naturally.

You heard footsteps, and the door creaked open. In walked a man you had seen before, coming yo watch each of your shows for the last couple of weeks. He was young, and decently attractive, but nothing compared to Blue, who followed in after him, winking at you. You smiled at the nervous stranger, in an effort to ease his anxiety. Blue pointed him to a chair at the other end of the room, before coming to stand next to where you sat, stroking your face as you looked up at him innocently.

"Isn't she pretty?" Blue's voice was soft, the man gulped and nodded. "Beautiful." Blue moved to kneel on the bed next to you, cradling your face in his hands.

"Now, you remember the one rule I have?" "No touching her." "No touching her, correct, good, great. We all understand?" Both you and the stranger nodded.

"Good. Now..." Blue's hands trailed down to chest, then your stomach, then your thighs, pushing them apart from the stranger to watch as he palmed your cunt through the costume. You sucked in a breathe, spreading your legs further apart;

"Any requests?" Blue asked the man so casually, as if asking what drink he'd like at the bar, not which way he wanted to watch you being fucked.

The poor man stammered, "U-um-" "C'mon now, don't be shy." Blue's gaze was firey, and fixed on the man. You suspected he too liked to watch other people get off on you. They just had to keep their distance, that's all.

The strangers gaze was fixed on how delicately Blue's finger slipped under the costume to ever so slightly gaze over your slick folds. You breathed out a moan, falling back against the bed.

"C-could you take her costume off?"

Blue grinned. "Your wish is my command, c'mere sweetheart-" His hands were uncharacteristically gentle with you, as he pushed you over slightly to draw the zipper of your costume down, and you aided him in shuffling it off, throwing it to the floor. You'd discreetly removed your underwear before this interaction, and so you were left in the bunny-ear headband and heels. Immediately Blue went to cup your breasts, squeezing them together, and you whined as he pinched both your nipples hard.

The strangers breathing got heavy, poor guy, this was probably the most R rated thing he'd seen up close.

"C-can you, like, finger her until she cums? I-i wanna see it." Blue sucked in a breath through his nose, and chuckled. "Sure can, you can cum bunny, can't you? Just need a little stimulation and you'll be gushing all over the place, huh? Yeah, that's right.." You keened into him, as he laid on his side next to you, propping himself up on his elbow, hand coming around to stroke your hair again, as you clawed a hand into his dress shirt, the other into the bedsheets.

Blue's other hand came down once again to play with your clit, squeezing it between his fingers as you whined out and shivered. The pad of his fingers were a little rough, but not too much. He circled your bundle of nerves a few times, slowly, making sure you were wet enough, before plunging one, then two of his fingers deep within you. You squirmed, rolling your hips to the rhythm of his fingers. Normally he liked to tease you, but the practically vicious drag of his fingers in and out, in and out, in and out... told you he was impatient. You opened your mouth to moan again, but it was replaced with Blue's tongue as he kissed you. Your mouths danced against eachother, and soon you were coming, arching your back as you fought to keep your legs open, so that the stranger could still see. Your face was flushed and your body glistened with sweat, as the pleasure rolled off your core in hot waves, impossibly warm.

Overestimating you until you cried was one of Blue's favourite pastimes, and it was much the same here, as fingers just kept going and going, rolling inside you in the "Come hither" motion, until your eyes were blurry with tears and you had to force his hand off of you, whining and panting.

Blue licked his lips. "How was that, babygirl? Why don't you tell our friend here how good it was?" Your voice was hoarse and tired; "S-so good... always so good, Blue." The man in question smirked, and kissed your forehead, then hummed.

"Mmmmm... what do you think? She deserve to get fucked?" "Y-yes, yes, she does, yes." You moaned at the man's mercy. Blue hummed again, before sliding his hand under you, and dragging you into a sitting position on his lap, facing away from him. Your head lay against his strong shoulder, allowing yourself to be manhandled above him. He had pulled his trousers down slightly, so that his cock sprang free, hard and warm against your back.

Your thighs were sore, but still you pushed yourself up on them, circling your hips around the thick head of his cock, moaning in tandem with Blue. His hands were fixed on your hips;

"You ready, sweetheart?" "Mhm," came your meek response, turning into a wail of pleasure as you were dragged down onto his cock. It was thick, and you could feel every vein and twitch of it inside you. It bore against that spongy spot inside you that made you see stars. Sex with Blue was always amazing, but it was extra special having someone watch you. Sure, some might call you vain, but you enjoyed the way men would sit and wish it was them stretching out your cute little pussy, knowing that you'd never give them the chance. There was only one man who made you feel this was, and he was currently balls deep inside you.

As you bounced on his cock, your eyes flicked over to the stranger that paid to see you like this. The tent in his trousers was obvious, yet he hadn't started jerking off yet. Maybe he was embarrassed. Odd, considering you were the only one naked here, but you didn't judge. Anyway, your brain was so filled with thoughts of nothing but Blue's dick. Your mouth lolled open, eyes fixed now on the stranger, and moaning. It felt so good to be watched, to be wanted.

Your stupour was broken however, when a harsh slap met your cheek. You whimpered, as Blue squeezed your cheeks between his fingers and forced your head away from the man, staring at him instead.

"Don't look at him, look at me." His tone was rough, and you whimpered again, but did as you were told. With his eyes boring into your own, it wasn't a surprise that you came for a second time soon after, as did he, groaning and tumbling with eachother into the pit of ecstasy.

There were a few moments where you just held eachother, afterwards, panting and sweaty. Eventually he lifted you off his cock, and you both moaned in unison at the sight and feeling of his cum dripping out of your abused hole. You were laid gently on the bed beside him, sighing and snuggling down into the sheets, exhausted. Blue took a moment to admire your visage, post-fuck. Before tucking himself away and ushering the stranger out of the room. Your thoughts were blurry, but you were warm, and tired, and the bed felt so soft.. you barely registered Blue returning to curl his arms around you midsection and nuzzle your hair.

"Did so good, babygirl, put on such a good show..." He tucked your hair behind your ear, and kissed your head once again. You were privy to a side of Blue that many didn't even know existed, and you honoured to be special enough for that. Sleep soon overtook you, the last thing you felt before it did, were Blue's hands caressing your shoulder, with a sweetness you would not have expected of a man who didn't like to share his toys.

#blue jones #blue jones smut #blue jones x reader #blue jones sucker punch #sucker punch #smut

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withahappyrefrain · 2 years

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Can we get something where Peter is the tech guy who fixes reader’s laptop? sweet or smutty is up to you!

Oh, you mean a chance to write Peter being a flustered, stuttering hot mess? Hell yeah.

You didn't consider yourself a fairly violent person. Sure, you've given drivers the middle finger, but that was just part of living in New York.

But you were ready to violate the Genova Convention right now.

All over a laptop.

For a company that makes millions in research and scientific discoveries, one would think they would give you a laptop that was made within the last four years.

Nope.

"You're gonna have to bring it down to tech services," your supervisor Mark explained.

"I can't just get a new one?" The thing could barely load a Microsoft word document, much less the program you needed to do your job.

Mark shook his head, "Gotta have tech look at it. You're gonna want to speak to Peter Parker."

You sighed, grabbing the wretched thing to make your way down to tech services. Whoever Peter Parker was, you prayed he would be able to offer you some kind of relief from the god-forsake piece of shit you were carrying.

Tech services didn't look all that different from your section of work. You looked at the names posted outside of the cubicles, stopping when you found the one.

Peter Parker.

"Hello?" You poked your head in to find a man writing something down, his face covered by the mop of brown hair on his head.

He looked up, the biggest, most beautiful brown eyes you'd ever seen meeting your's.

Oh.

You didn't expect him to be so....handsome.

"Are you Peter?" You asked, trying not to sound so breathless.

He stared at you, his eyes wide and mouth hanging a bit open. It took everything it had in you not to look away from his intense gaze.

"My uh, my laptop isn't working," You held up the piece of cursed technology, "I was told to go find Peter Parker. Is that you?"

"O-oh! Yes, yes. I-I'm Peter," He stuttered. Oh fuck, he was nervous. He was nervous and cute.

"Can you take a look at my laptop?" You asked, stepping forward.

"A-absolutely! U-uh, just take a seat right here!" He began to frantically move the papers off his desk, making room for you.

You smiled as you sat down, handing him your laptop. You look around his office, noticing several framed pictures. The one that caught your eye was that of the sunset overlooking the Empire State building.

"This is beautiful! Where did you find this print?" You asked, grabbing the picture frame to look at it closer.

"Oh! Um...I-I took it my-myself," He said, brushing the fall hair away from his forehead, "My uh my Aunt got it framed."

"You took this yourself?" You asked, surprised (and also pleased it was his Aunt that gave him the gift, and not a significant other).

He nodded his head, his face turning light pink, "Yeah I uh, you could say I uh dabble in it. Did it a lot more in high school."

"It's amazing. You could be a professional," You smiled at him, the crimson color creeping down to his neck and chest.

"So what seems t-to be the uh problem?" He asked, adjusting his glasses.

"Well....pardon my French, but it's slow as fuck and constantly crashes." Your statement got a laugh out of him, which was how you noticed that the corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed.

You didn't think it was possible for the man to look any cuter.

Peter opened up your laptop and began playing around.

"Yeah this....I mean, I could do a reboot but chances are high it's just gonna start crashing again in a matter of weeks, if we're lucky," He explained.

"So.....can we say it's time to have a funeral for the thing and move on?" You couldn't help but smile as you earned another laugh out of him.

"Well, knowing IT they'll want me to try rebooting it first," Peter saw the pained expression on your face, "But if you can keep it between you and me.....I can just say we already did that when I log it."

"I will buy you dinner if you do that," You practically begged.

"I mean, I prefer to split the meal on the first date," He grinned.

You were taken aback. It wasn't that you objected to the idea. You were just more surprised the guy could get out a sentence smoothly.

"Sorry, t-that was out of-of line. Not not that I would object to going on a date w-with you, I absolutely would not but what you said was just a figure of speech, y-you weren't actually asking me out and I am so so sorry, I shouldn't-"

Perhaps you spoke too soon.

"You like Italian food?" His eyes widened at your question.

"Yeah, why?" For someone in IT, he could be pretty draft. But in a way, it made him more charming.

"Ever been to Bella Donna's? I heard it has great food and makes for a great date spot." Peter tilted his head at you, clearly confused.

"If it's a great date spot, why would you want me...." If he was a cartoon character, a lightbulb would appear over his head. Instead, those huge Bambi-like eyes got even bigger.

"Oh! Oh you....you want to....to-to with me?" You giggled as you nodded your head.

"You're doing me a huge favor by not forcing me to try to work with that piece of shit. Plus, you take amazing pictures and are pretty humble despite being incredibly attractive," You shrugged your shoulders, "Needless to say, I'm intrigued."

"Oh, I uh...." Peter ran his hand through his hair for the fifth time, "You're pretty awesome too. Wow, did I really just say awesome like we were ten? You're more than awesome, I always see you kicking ass at those team meetings whenever I come to check on the computers and-"

"You've been watching me?" You weren't offended or put off by it. In fact, it was kinda cute? This guy could have easily come up to you at any point beforehand and you would not have objected.

"I mean, it-it's hard not to notice you, you're absolutely gorge-"He stopped, realizing what was about to slip out of his mouth, "I'm going to stop talking now."

"When's your lunch break?" You asked, your cheeks nearly hurting from how much he had you smiling.

"Uh I...it's at 11:30," He stuttered.

"Perfect! Mine is at 11. I'll meet you in the coffee shop on the first floor so we can plan our date!" You gathered your stuff as he nodded his head, barely getting out a confirmation to your plans.

The man was not used to flirting. He had great potential, just needed more practice before his date.

And you were more than happy to help him in that department.

#my writing #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm peter x you #tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x you #andrew!peter fanfiction #andrew!peter fluff #andrew!peter x you #andrew!peter x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker oneshot #peter parker drabble

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mx galedekkarios dot tumblr dot com may i please have some gale and/or bloodweave hcs from your big beautiful mind 👉👈 (or honestly just any longform post of bg thoughts at all bc ur tags keep inflicting me w gory stickmen disease and wanting to read more ;;)

oh anon whadda hell.. u flatter me. 🫶 i unplugged my brain real quick and gave it a shake and this is all what fell out (some are mature):

in a modern au, gale's second favorite cuisine (after greek ofc) is east asian! he loves to both eat it and cook it from scratch. chinese, korean, japanese, etc. he's even good at other asian cuisines like thai and vietnamese. he's gotten very familiar with a lot of recipes and actively tries to learn more. when he doesn't feel like cooking that night, he opts for takeout. he's been a loyal customer of a handful of restaurants for so long that they already know his tastes too.

the only reason why gale's students don't try to flirt with him is because he's too much of a "my wife" guy. he's always wearing his ring, always talking about his partner, and has portraits of them in his office and everything. there's just no way you don't know that he's happily taken. you could be talking about the most random thing ever and he'd be like "omg! this reminds me of how my partner blahblahblah—" and everyone else is just like 😐 because he's already told this story five times before. not even tara is safe from this (and she was probably present for whatever story it is this time, too!). [this is assuming his students are older / uni prof]

i think gale would be the type of person to have a very Intense gaze without meaning to. the kind where you can feel it whenever he's looking at you. or when he's gazing at you lovingly, or even just looking you in the eye as you speak, it's almost too much. it's just so earnest, so sincere, so... intent on witnessing you and really paying attention, that it's like. whoa man. whoaaaaaaa now let's fucking chill before i blink and realize i've fallen in love with you alright 😳 (and, of course, this Greatly unsettles astarion in the beginning bc he's someone that can't afford to be seen.)

i know in my heart that mr "mine was a popular hand at the annual blackstaff's ball" + bagged a goddess + with the way i talk you can't be surprised i'm a generous munch + wyll, is it true that ppl think wizards don't fuck? :( bc i assure you we absolutely do!!!!! + mystra had pleasure domes dekarios was a hot girl once and his pussy still does pop severely. he's just in his depression era rn 💔

wyll calls gale elegant, minthara calls him dashing, shadowheart says he smells like a wealthy dowager, lae'zel assumes correctly that he had many tutors in his youth, and gale frequenting the temple of beauty in waterdeep all make me feel like gale x astarion are very the lady and the tramp coded. after they get married, they're old money x new money.

gale is always eager to teach astarion new spells, but astarion only gets excited about the ones that either help him be a better scoundrel and/or that spice up their sex life. which like. is still a win for them both either way

um. throat goat. that's it that's the headcanon sorry except it's also not really a hc bc he alludes to this but it's important to me tht we repeat it. but also maybe it shocks astarion the first time he's on the receiving end of it like boy WHAT!!!! you didn't tell me you was a freak like that!!! literally that damn shawty ok meme. gale gives him such wet sloppy glizzy gluck that it makes astarion feel like he has to wipe his ass afterward smh

neither of them want to get anywhere near bugs, but in any au gale would be the type to take it outside and astarion would just kill it using one of gale's 39304308309 books laying around

gale struggles to catch sarcasm and astarion loves to rile him up and take the piss out of him for it. lovingly ofc. whenever gale does understand astarion's sarcastic comments, he feels very proud of himself.

astarion sometimes drops things on purpose just to watch gale bend over. sorry (i'm the one that's sorry, not him btw)

#💜💜#long post

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halcyon-reverie3 · 1 year

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OBCD

Chapter 3 - Bitter Goat

“One of the greatest regrets in life is being what others would want you to be, rather than being yourself.”

― Shannon L. Alder

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Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together

Earle had never felt happier. The world was a dazzling sun, a cerulean sky. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Earle thought, meaning extraordinarily good or wonderful. For the past few weeks, he had been talking to a girl. No, not any girl. The most beautiful girl he had ever talked to. He’d never seen her in real life nor had he seen her online… but what importance do looks have when the person you’re talking to has the most beautiful personality? Capri was her name. Like a goat, Earle thought. But she was far better than any goat, for she was so sweet when they talked.

Yesterday, in the dead of night, Capri texted Earle, inviting him to meet her at a café. Taking a second to compose himself of his rather childish squealing, he responded with great pleasure. And today… today he is like a cat on a hot tin roof. Scurrying from one corner of his room to another, Earle assembled a fine attire. At least, as fine of an attire as one can manage in such an apprehensive state. Smoothing the mahogany remnants of his hair, he strolled out of his house, only one direction in his heart. The café.

He arrived to see a beautiful girl lounging on one of the outdoor seats, absentmindedly stirring the already chilled coffee, “Capri,” he let out hesitantly, unsure she was the one. Capri’s head shot up, sudden movement nearly spilling the coffee cup. “Um. Who are you,” she queried in an unusually shrill voice, like that of a limpkin. “It’s me, Earle. We talked yesterday,” he replied. The girl’s eyes widened, the size of saucers. A rotten expression surfaced on her face, lips curling menacingly.

“First of all, ew. Second of all, you definitely can’t be Earle,” she sassed. Earle showed her his phone, oblivious to the venom dripping from her words. Capri wailed, flailing her arms like a chicken. “You! You meanie! You scammed me! Capri is so very very saaaaaaad,” she drawled. Earle backed away, eyebrows scrunched. Why was she talking like a kid? Capri latched herself onto a passerby, wailing even more. Huh. She really does sound like a limpkin, he thought and before he could catch himself, he snorted out a laugh.

Capri’s eyes slitted. “Hey, fatso. Don’t you dare laugh at someone like me. Maybe you would actually meet someone nice if you lost like… I don’t know, a hundred kilograms?” She cackled, pointing at Earle. Other people at the café, who were previously observing the commotion silently, began openly jeering and filming. Capri, obviously enjoying the newfound attention, confidently marched forward and struck Earle across the face. Surprised, Earle lost his balance, falling onto the dirty floor. Capri kneeled down, levelling her face with his. “That’s what you get, you freak,” she spat out before walking away. Earle fumbled before he ran away to the safety of his house.

Humiliated. Disgraced. Ashamed. Earle felt all of these. He wanted to disappear, to vanish off of the face of the Earth, to never exist in the first place. Every single part of him, down to his core, down to his atoms, felt insignificant, worthless. A soul made from the scraps of the universe. Why can’t I ever have my happy ending, he thought bitterly, what crime had I committed that I can’t ever be happy?

Earle’s phone flashed.

1 new message (1 link attached)

“Yo, Earlie boy. Man did u SEE this vid of urs?!? It’s blowing up like crazy man!”

Earle furiously clicked on the link. A video popped up.

“You! You meanie! You scammed me! Capri is so very very saaaaaaad”

A laugh.

“Dude, that dude and that girl are really fighting on the streets? Let’s film it.”

“Hey, fatso. Don’t you dare laugh at someone like me. Maybe you would actually meet someone nice if you lost like… I don’t know, a hundred kilograms?”

More laughs.

A slap.

Earle stared at the screen as the video kept playing. It was about today's events. Capri, him, that café… His eyes flicked to the comments, the hateful, spiteful, ugly comments. Why are they hating me, Earle thought hopelessly, I didn’t do anything. Earle’s world spun, like a cursed carousel. Shuddering breaths escaped him as his entire being was filled with the poison of Capri’s words. Like a boa, that hate slithered around his being, engulfing him, crushing him, killing him.

“Sh-she she slapped me,” Earle said, shaken. He glanced at his own hand fearfully, as though his body was not his but of that malignant voice in his head. But maybe that was a part of him. A cruel, bitter part of him that he never wanted to surface. The part of him that was truly the ugly that he thought he was. That voice possessed him, brazen words that cut through his soul with barbed edges and false healings. He tried to stop it, to take over. This was his body. He shouldn’t hurt it. But nothing would not stop that voice, for it seized control.

Earle landed a sharp blow on himself, just like that girl did.

Just like everyone should have.

He couldn’t take it anymore. The pain, the woe, the agony. He’d cry, but no tears would spill. He’d sob, but no pain would lessen. He’d weep, he’d wail, he’d howl, he’d bawl. He’d whimper, he’d whine, he’d grieve, he’d mourn. He’d suffer a thousand sufferings, but no tears would spill. Earle couldn’t take it anymore. There’s only one way out. A pain so great that nothing could stop the flood that was caged within his eyes, raging. It was the only way. Earle screamed. He screamed, he shrieked, he screeched, he howled. He raged until he could no longer rage. He raged until the tears forced their way down. He’d cry, be it with tears of water or tears of blood. He shouted and roared until his throat was scraped raw, until he felt something break in his throat, in his soul and in his will.

He glowered at his phone, bloodshot eyes drilling holes into the appliance. Everywhere and anywhere, all he would see on social media was perfection. Perfect men and women, boys and girls, with slim bodies and muscular bodies. Rich lives with more money to spend than reasons to spend it. It was a vile race. Who had a better life, better body, better everything. There was no place for a person like him. He scrolled furiously through his phone, looking at videos of such boys and girls. He watched and he thought. Thought about his life had he been slimmer, muscular, richer.

He’d been idle so long that his phone turned off. Off went the perfect guy with the perfect body and in came the dark screen which reflected Earle, a guy nobody liked, everybody hated, everybody mocked. Numb, Earle turned his screen on again and stopped in his tracks at what he saw. It was a guy, just like him. A body like his, a life like his. But this guy never lost hope. He never did to be muscular, to be popular. He did it to be healthy, to be fit, to be the one who lives a long, full, happy life. If he can do it, Earle thought, why can’t I? And it was as though someone turned a switch in his life. Hopping onto his computer, he began his research — on eating disorders, medical help, gyms, fitness trainers, everything.

Today would be the day when Earle rose above his darkest fears. Today would be the day when he stopped giving up.

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hugheshugs · 2 years

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when he falls for the sun | q. hughes

part one of the milkshakes au

part two

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summary: a cold hearted quinn cant help himself from melting at the thought of loving you.

pairing: grumpy!quinn x sunshine!reader // bad boy!quinn x good girl!reader // mean!quinn x sensitive!reader // dom/sub dynamics (??? SO MANY POSSIBILITIES)

word count: 1.9k

note: i love these two sm and i hope u give this au a chance <3

taglist: @heatabovejakey @boeswhore @idfan21 @thescooby-gang @calemakarjuice @tanninetanya @huggycelia @rainysuitcaseprunegiant @1-800-iluvhockey @owennpower @drei-mrssvechii

you're the sweetest girl around. anyone would be a fool to say you aren't the purest soul they've ever met. you do no wrong, have not a single bad bone in your body and never cause any harm. everyone loves you. you meet the odd rude person here and there but all in all, you're the people's angel.

you're also a goody two-shoes. you never sneak out, have never had a boyfriend or gone to a houseparty, nothing of the sort. you planned to keep it that way until you met a certain someone.

you were with your friend mabel, who dragged you to a boy's house for some odd reason. well, if you were being honest with yourself, it was only odd for you. you never hung out with boys unless they were your school friends but even then, you never met them off campus.

mabel was an extrovert. she was friends with almost everyone in town so it was no surprise she forced you to come to some random person's house under the guise of hanging out with her.

"why are we, um, why are we here? not to be m-mean, i'm just a little confused," you asked as you both stood on the house's doorstep.

"my friend jack lives here. i told him i'd hang out with him today but i had plans with you so i just thought of bringing you here," she explained, making you furrow your eyebrows.

"you could've just cancelled our plans," you almost frowned. "i would have understood."

"yeah, but you need to start hanging around boys. at this rate, you won't get married until you're 60 years old," she said after knocking on the door and you let out a small gasp.

"that's mean and absolutely not true," you crossed your arms.

"oh please, you know i'm right. jack has two brothers, a younger one and an older one. pick your pick and let the fun begin."

you opened your mouth to reply but stopped midway as the door opened. you were greeted by the most beautiful pair of eyes you'd ever seen and you instantly felt yourself melt the moment he spoke.

"what the fuck do you want?"

ever since that moment nearly three weeks ago, you crave to see him again. sure he wasn't.. the nicest, per se, but there's something about him that you can't just forget.

the way he literally scowled at you when mabel and jack were in conversation (it made you want to cry) to the way he was awfully kind to his mom when she asked him to help her in the kitchen. he's the last person you thought you'd go for. he's a mean, grumpy person who makes you feel upset and happy at the same time, and for some reason you love it more than anything.

and his voice, god his voice. you starve to hear it again, which is why you asked mabel to help you out. she told you there's a small party a couple of your mutual friends are going to tonight and there's a chance he'll be in attendance, so now you stand in front of your mirror, dressed in one of your favourite casual dresses, hoping to catch his eye.

well, maybe more than just his eye would be nice.

she also told you there's a high chance he doesn't like you because he hates everyone, but you chose to ignore that part.

a honk outside snaps you out of your thoughts and you smile, feeling nervous but excited at the thought of seeing him again. you grab your handbag and run out to the driveway, mabel waiting impatiently in her car.

"are you ready to see your man?" she asks as you hop in.

"he is not my man," you blush, rolling your eyes happily. "thank you for coming with me."

"no problem, i wanna see my girl get laid."

"mabel! that's not happening at all, especially not tonight. i just wanna.. see him."

"so you're gonna drool over him all night and not make a move?"

"exactly."

"loser."

she gets to the party pretty quick, perhaps due to her fast driving that nearly made you nauseous. boy, was she in a rush. you utter a small 'thank you' before hopping out as fast as you can and running to the front door excitedly.

you bounce on your heels as you wait for her to catch up and when she does, she knocks on the door and walks into the unlocked house as if she owns the place.

"that's allowed?" you ask quietly from behind, practically smushing yourself into her out of fear.

"clearly you've never been to a party before," she replies, walking into the kitchen to greet a couple people. her comment brings a pout to your face and you don't realize you're being introduced until a hand waves in front of your face.

"helloooo, earth to y/n?"

you blink and snap your head toward the people in front of you. "hi.. h-hi, i'm y/n."

you give a shy wave and unconsciously shuffle a bit towards mabel. they smile, almost coo at how sweet you are. after introductions, the two of you make your way to the backyard where apparently most of the other people are.

that's when you see him.

there he stands, beside his friends, dressed amazingly and being so effortlessly perfect in your eyes.

your mouth parts as mabel pulls you towards the group but you continue staring at quinn, unable to take your eyes off him.

"hey guys! this is my friend y/n. quinn, you remember her, right?"

you furrow your eyebrows at her question, wondering why she would ask that. why would he remember you? you don't think you're a very memorable person.

he simply stares at you, eyes flickering down to your dress before looking back up. he bites the inside of his cheek and gives a small, barely noticeable nod. your heart drops at the action but you somehow manage to send a shaky grin his way.

the rest of the party goes by painfully slow. you haven't talked to quinn this whole time, never finding yourself in his company to have a conversation and you definitely aren't going to approach him first, especially not by yourself.

unbeknownst to you, quinn can literally feel your eyes burning into the back of his head. it does irk him a bit but he doesn't mind because it's you. he could smirk at the hold he has on you. if it were anyone else, he'd probably have them six feet under.

as much as he wants to approach you, he knows now's not the time — not in front of everyone. he stays in his place, talking to his friends as both your hearts gnaw at the skin of your chests.

"trevor's gonna walk up to her before you do," quinn's friend, josh, nudges him.

his head snaps towards trevor, eyes narrowing as he sees the boy looking in your direction.

"he knows about her. he won't," quinn trusts, remembering the moments after you and mabel left his house that day.

he had instantly grabbed his phone and told almost every guy he knows not to make a move on you. was it selfish? sure, but he doesn't care. they wouldn't do him wrong by making a move on you, considering how threatening he sounded. you may not be his but everyone knows he's yours.

"god, quinn. she's a fucking beauty," trevor comments as he walks over, receiving a glare in response.

"she's just sitting," quinn states a bit coldly, crossing his arms.

"yeah but damn, look at her. when you said she was pretty i didn't think you meant pretty and hot."

"shut up and stop licking your fucking lips before i cut your goddamn tongue off," quinn threatened, not even trying to hide the scowl on his face.

one thing to note is that quinn has never been the jealous type. he's always very confident in himself and puts his full trust in everyone. he never second guesses his relationships but now, after seeing the way his friend is looking at you, heat rises in his chest and his position feels threatened — whatever position he currently has in your life, however meaningless it may be.

his jaw clenches and he frustratedly decides to make his way over to you. his body turns aggressively and he bumps into something, a light shriek emitting from whatever it is — rather, who it is. his hands rush to your falling frame, holding your waist and both your hearts leap as you now find yourself able to balance on your feet.

"m-m'sorry, i shouldn't have been.. um, been standing here," you apologized in a small voice, refusing to look up at him as you stare at your feet.

shit, quinn thinks to himself. how did i bump into her.

"no, we all noticed you, he's the only one that didn't so it's his fault. hi, i'm trevor."

quinn uses every bone in his body to resist the urge to grab your hand as it reaches over to shake trevor's. you finally look up and he sees a small blush covering your features.

he lets out a low breath, jaw ticking. anger bubbles in the pit of his stomach at the thought of trevor making your cheeks flush instead of him. little does he know, you're still recovering from bumping into him.

"nice— nice to meet you trevor. i'm y/n, i l-like your shoes."

"i'm josh."

"hi, josh.. i like your— i like your shirt," you compliment. "and quinn, um, i like your.. hair."

quinn simply blinks and his two friends giggle behind you as you turn to face him. he normally wouldn't say anything, him being the quiet person he is, but he doesn't want to make you feel bad. the thought of him already turning soft for you makes him feel sick.

"i like you."

he doesn't know why he said it, especially in front of his friends — he wanted to assert his dominance in front of them so they know to stay away from you — but he's glad he did when a grin appears on your face.

"you like me? like.. like like me or just like?"

he shrugs but doesn't let his gaze stray away from you. you feel intimidated when he crosses his arms, especially after his lack of response. even so, your curiosity gets the best of you, your sensitivity shying away without hesitation.

"i like you as in i wanna go get a milkshake with you. right now."

quinn lets out a small sigh, eyebrows furrowing slightly at your admitting request. he doesn't quite understand what you mean, nothing other than you wanting a milkshake processing in his brain.

a pout forms on your face and you rock on your heels, grabbing his hand with both of yours and tugging it.

his heart races at the sight, those lips doing nothing to ease the thoughts he's had about you. the sight of you begging for him, letting out a small whine — even though not suggestively — makes him feel things, things he's never felt before. surprisingly, he isn't too fearful.

"c'mon, let's go get milkshakes!"

he rests a hand on your hip and pulls you to him, your heart skipping a beat when your head lightly hits his chest.

"you trust me enough to hangout with me alone?" he whispers lowly, his voice only coming through to you.

"you.. you haven't given me a reason not to."

and with that, with the chilly air nipping at your cheeks and with your noses turning red at the frost, milkshakes are the only thought flooding your love stricken minds.

part two

#quinn hughes #quinn #hughes #vancouver canucks imagine #canucks imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagines #quinn hughes imagine #hughes brothers #grumpy sunshine #milkshakes au #grumpy!quinn

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nemeseos-noctua · 3 years

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OOOH OKOK i’m so excited (anon who double checked here)— if it isn't too confusing or complicated, could i request something for zhongli, diluc and albedo with an s/o who’s super insecure about their appearance? maybe include how they would react, as well as how they would comfort them? i’m trying to be nicer to myself, but on most days i just don't know how anyone could ever find me attractive :') feel free to skip this if you don't feel like writing them!! tysm 💞

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: zhongli, diluc, albedo (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not proofread, insecurities/self-deprecating themes

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i actually had so much fun writing this??? thank u for requesting! <3

he's a bit dumbfounded. why would anyone, anything be insecure of their outward appearance? especially someone like you?

though, that doesn't mean he's curt about it. zhongli will definitely take the time and effort to stroke your cheek, to ghost over your lips in a small act of you're beautiful, love

he's subtle about it, not directly telling you. though zhongli's words are like gold, he doesn't think straight out saying "i think you're beautiful" is enough

whenever he catches you staring at yourself in the mirror, he'll quickly come and swoop you away. no, you mustn't wallow on your appearance so much it begins to shift. zhongli is no stranger to overthinking, and he certainly will not let you do the same

(ahem, erosion. listen, the old man needs a way to make memory loss sound cool.)

he'll begin to put extra, extra effort in caring for you (he cared for you a lot before, but this is amplified now)

everyday, don't be surprised if a bouquet of freshly-picked silk flowers and glaze lilies appear at your doorstep. yes, it can be embarrassing to see the same flower man delivering it, but it's all in good love

little notes attached to it, telling you such little things, yet they mean so much. "you look lovely today, love." even if he hasn't seen you yet. "make sure to eat your meals. i left some in the fridge for you to heat it up when you wake up."

zhongli is a man who finds beauty in every thing, every mundane thing that a mortal may look over in their fleeting life. does the sky make you smile? does the way your lungs flood with oxygen everytime you breathe make you realize how lucky you are to be alive?

the world is still beautiful, as are you.

so embrace it, step by step.

he... doesn't understand

diluc isn't one to be hung up over his appearance. though, that doesn't mean he won't make an effort to understand you

or, try to understand you

when he catches you staring at yourself with a distraught expression, he dismisses it at first. maybe you felt off today, yada yada.

and then it kept happening

and then diluc grew worried

all his life, diluc has been told he was handsome or gorgeous. and all his life, he had thought it was because he was the typhoon of a particularly wealthy business

so when you stroll in as the most beautiful thing he has ever seen and tell him, you think you're ugly... he doesn't know how to react

all he can do is stifle out a little "you're not ugly..." because you're not. diluc doesn't think you're ugly, both inside and out. ugly is such a broadened term, a twisted perception of appearance molded by society just to put others down

so diluc tries his best. he tries to tell you every day he sees you... well, um, he acts it out

occasional glances, his vermilion eyes will meet yours. he'll spare you a tender look before steeling over once kaeya comes into the picture. he tells you he loves you, but at the same time, he doesn't

just the warmth. the warmth he produces when he holds you, the warmth of his gaze when he watches over you, the ghosts of smiles when you do something so mundane yet amazing in his eyes

diluc will not tell you the obvious, the obvious that he thinks you're stunning and gorgeous and amazing and beautiful.

he does not tell you—because he can't. he doesn't know how, so he hopes that this kiss from his lips will be enough to assure you... even if it's just for today, or tonight, or this hour—

"i love you, and don't you ever forget that."

albedo would go off about how beauty and ugliness is just a hypothetical term that people created to define their unrealistic standards

but then he notices the way you bite your lip in anxiousness, chewing up the skin as you eye at yourself like a vermin of this earth. why? why must you be so harsh on yourself? the alchemist thinks

albedo genuinely does not understand, but if you try to convince him otherwise, he will cut you off and pull down a list of why he thinks you are beautiful

number 1: you have enchanting eyes

number 2: you are actually interesting

number 3: you talk with him for who he is, not who others see him as

he'll begin to take you out on his material-fetching quests. look at this flower, he thinks it smells like you. did you know during times of old, people used to use stars to navigate? he thinks you are like polaris, a guide in the dark.

albedo will draw you in secret, each stroke filled with more care than his three-lined kaeyas could ever imagine. to him, you are the most interesting person in the world—he could draw you forever

like diluc, albedo does not understand why someone would think lowly of themselves. never has albedo met someone he thought of as ugly, but then again, he's the last person who gets an opinion on that. mr. "everything is a hypothetical"

and once while he was out, you discovered his drawings of you. how they portrayed every thought he ever kept until now, his little notes and the way you stared at yourself

did you know, people who are told to draw themselves often make themselves duller because this is how they view them?

yet when someone like albedo comes in and truly draws the person as who he sees, they are the most breathtaking ever

compared to his lame kaeyas, it was time you realized how truly beautiful you are

each mark, each smile and each article of clothing.

"before i met you, love was a mere concept i had no interest in."

as an alchemist who strives to create life, albedo is aware of the beauty such fleeting times hold

so tell yourself in the mirror the next time you glance at yourself. see yourself through his lens of rose, his lens that have never laid their eyes upon someone like you:

"i'm beautiful"

say it and remember.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #zhongli #albedo x reader #albedo #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin zhongli #diluc x reader #genshin diluc #genshin albedo #constellarations

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ttuesday · 3 years

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HCs of the fellers trying to flirt with you

You sat at the bar in the saloon, alone. You weren't planning on staying long but after dropping a particularly troubling bounty off at the local sheriff's office, you decided that you needed a drink. That's when he walked in. He was with a rough looking group of men but the second he entered the saloon, the only thing he could pay attention to was you.

Arthur

it takes Arthur about an hour to work up the courage to approach you. When he finally makes his move, he goes to stand next to you at the bar and casually orders a drink.

While the bartender rushes off to get him a beer, neither one of you speak. Just before Arthur goes to sit with his group again, he mumbles "Excuse me but um... you got some real pretty eyes".

Arthur doesn’t hang around to see your reaction. Before you can even say thank you, he's already walking away. We all know Arthur doesn't have the highest self esteem so he’s already certain you'll reject him.

You have to show him you're interested, otherwise he presumes there's no chance. The next time he comes up to the bar to order a drink, you say "You never let me thank you, how's about I pay for your beer?". There's no way Arthur let’s you pay for his drink but that does show him that you're interested. As you both start talking, you can't help but notice his small smile and his cheeks turn a rosy red.

Charles

Let’s be real, Charles doesn't know how to flirt. He's seen Dutch chat up Molly and Mary-Beth at camp and he has unfortunately witnessed Micah try to charm the majority of people but he just doesn’t think he can do that.

Charles comes up to the bar and orders himself a drink, making sure to keep a respectful distance from you. He wasn't going to say anything to you but he couldn't help himself when he saw the beautiful hunting knife you had holstered in your gun belt

“That’s a nice knife, is that a custom handle?” he asks, timidly gesturing to it. You answer him and it leads to a full blown conversation about different weapons you both own (how romantic). Charles talks about his bow and how he prefers to make his own arrows

Before the night is out, Charles offers to make you some arrows and asks if you'd like to go hunting with him sometime so ye can exchange some tips and tricks with each other

Dutch

Dutch has rehearsed this a million times, saying the best pick up lines to himself in the mirror and trying to figure out the formula to get anyone into bed. He immediately turns on his charm as he approaches you.

Dutch gazes at you for a few seconds, his eyes wandering up and down your frame. He clears his throat before saying "My apologies, I don't mean to stare. It's just, I've never met someone quite as beautiful as you". This man will absolutely smother you in compliments and of course, he'll get poetic. "The brightness of your smile makes the most dazzling star look dull" he recites as if he’s in a Shakespeare play.

He tries to impress you with his money, obviously. Dutch doesn’t even ask you if you want a drink, he just buys you one. And when he's paying for it, he opens his wallet just wide enough for you to see all the fifty dollar bills he has stuffed in there. On the slim chance his charm doesn’t get you into bed, he’s hoping his money will.

Dutch vaguely describes what he does for a living, emphasizing the fact that he's in charge to try and impress you yet again. And since Dutch is just so generous, he offers to pay for a room at the hotel down the street too *wink wink*

Micah

Micah will completely abandon whoever he came into the saloon with and walk straight up to you. He doesn't waste anytime, coming up next to you with a cheesy smile plastered across his face. "How's about you pay for the drinks and I'll pay for the room" he smirks.

You could go off with him immediately or if you tell him to stick his shitty pick up line where the sun don't shine then he backs off... but not for too long. Micah comes back about 10 minutes later, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Easy tiger, only came to get another beer" he lies, not even half done his first drink.

He stays around the bar and tries to make small talk with you. It doesn't work at first but eventually you both actually start talking. It doesn't last long though. It all happened very fast but some drunk bumped into the both of you and then Micah shoved him into another group which led to the whole saloon erupting into chaos.

Two men grab Micah and throw him out of the saloon, one of them yelling at him that he's barred. You could stay inside, finally free of Micah bothering you or you could follow him out and see where the night takes ye.

John

You wouldn't think John is good at flirting... and you're right but John thinks he knows what to do. He waits for the perfect moment before going up to you, which is basically when you finish your drink or pull out a cigarette.

Then he quickly hurries over to you and offers to buy you a drink or light your cigarette. John presumed flirting would be easy after that but he doesn’t know what to say. He opens his mouth to say something but words fail him.

For a few seconds he just stands there, trying to think of anything impressive to say to you but then he starts to get paranoid that he's taking too long and that he looks weird. So he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind "So... you come here often?".

Poor John's mind is absolutely racing as he tries to figure out if that sounded stupid. He’s already picturing about twenty different scenarios of you rejecting him but to his surprise, you smile and answer his question. It settles him a little, knowing that he didn’t immediately fuck it up and he asks if he could sit with you for a while.

Javier

This man is the definition of smooth. He’s nervous approaching you but he tries not to show it. He acts confident and hopes for the best.

Javier doesn’t go straight into flirting, first he starts a normal conversation with you but throws in a few compliments. His one goal is to make you blush as much as possible so he can tell you how cute you look.

He casually asks if you’ve eaten yet and that the food at the saloon is terrible. Luckily for you, Javier tells you that he knows the perfect place to eat and that it has the most beautiful view he’s ever seen.

Javier leads you out of the saloon and to the general store, telling you to wait outside. He comes out with a satchel full of all kinds of food and brings you away from the busy street and sits under a nearby tree for a picnic. When you question him about this apparently amazing view, he looks at you and nods “Yeah, it’s the most beautiful view a man could ask for”.

Bill

Bill doesn't exactly know how to approach you, so he spends the majority of the night admiring you from a far and thinking of how he can make a good first impression. Eventually, the fellers he came in with get sick of him talking about you and tell him the 'perfect' pick up line.

It's super obvious that he’s trying his best to act casual as he approaches you. Bill gestures to the tacky menu beside you "Y-you using that?". You pass it over to him and Bill says what he believes to be possibly the best pick up line known to man.

"Huh, I wonder what's on the menu... you and me? Wait, no, shit... shit I said that wrong, I meant to say me n' u... heh, get it? It’s like menu". Of course he had to fuck it up somehow. On the inside he's cursing himself but he's trying to put on a brave face.

He only relaxes when he sees a small smile on your face. “That was a uh... pretty terrible pick up line” he admits. You agree with him and Bill starts laughing “If you think that was one bad, you should’ve heard the other ones”. You spend the rest of the night laughing with Bill as he recites some more god awful pick up lines.

#yes I'm back on my headcanon bullshit #rdr2 #arthur morgan #charles smith #dutch van der linde #micah bell #john marston #javier escuella #bill williamson #writings #gn!reader #headcanons #arthur morgan x reader

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captain-kinda-trash · 3 years

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Hello love! I hope I’m one of your first asks!!! 😍

Can I order up a new love/confessing feelings with a side of fluff, a la Bayverse Donatello please?! 💜

Sure thing lovely!! Hope you enjoy!!

Truck Repairs (Bayverse! Donatello x Fem! Reader)

"Torque wrench please."

"Got it."

The slap of cool metal against scales resounded from underneath the Turtle Truck (a name Y/N commonly used, much to her companion's distaste), as Donnie was handed yet another tool from the plastic box next to his feet.

"Thank you." He huffed out. The cranking of gears, clinking of iron echoed out from the truck.

"Sure thing, Don," The girl said, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the turtle's legs, "How much longer do you think this should take?" Her eyes stole an extensive glance at those toned, long, delicious-looking limbs. Wait. What? That didn't come from her mind again, did it?

Of course, it did. When did it not? Donatello sighed, voice floating out from below the massive machine, and then the wheels of his skateboard rolled against the cement as he uses his feet to pull his body from underneath.

"Uh, I'm not sure. The damage inflicted on the lower regions of the compression body is pretty tremendous. It could take up a few days, weeks even, if not strategically maneuvered-" he pushed the goggles from his eyes to settle comfortably on the top of his head, revealing the glittering hue of those beautiful amber eyes, "But it seems to be going well at the moment."

His mouth cutely curled up into a smile, one that never failed to release a cocoon of uncaged butterflies in Y/N's stomach.

She grinned back, and then shyly turned to study the soles of her shoes, evidently more interesting than looking at his uncannily handsome face.

"That's good to hear. Maybe we should take a break soon. You've been working like crazy since you got back from patrol."

His smile very subtly faded at this suggestion, though he made sure that his friend didn't catch it. Donnie enjoyed this company that she provided working with him on the truck's repairs, much more than he was willing to admit. Though, yes, he could use a nice break, maybe grab a snack or glass of water, the mutant knew surely that nothing fueled his cravings like her sweet presence (incomparably rich to the taste of his beloved pop tarts).

And if the same wasn't in her book about him, then by gods...

I mean sure, he's a mutant. Gross right?

Wrong. So, so very wrong.

"Y-yeah I guess we could take a little break." He responded, then let out a sort of struggled grunt as his body lifted to sit upwards and rest his shell on the side of the garbage truck.

Y/N's eyes wandered once more at the marvelous rolling and extending of his muscles as he did so, draping a single sturdy arm across one knee and using the other to adjust his glasses. She gulped. Her gaze shamelessly traveled to the seemingly endless length of his legs, until she caught the quick movement of his head in her peripheral.

She immediately averted her stare, back down to the laces of her converse, trying to subside the heat crawling quickly over her neck.

"T-tell you what, why don't I go grab you a snack, and you stay here and see if there's anything else we can do." Y/N pushed herself up from the ground and before Donnie could respond, she had already scampered out of the workshop to avoid any further humiliation.

"O-okay!" He called after her, though the likeliness of hearing him was probably far gone since she was already in the kitchen by then.

Y/N grasped the bridge of her nose between her for dinner and thumb, letting out an exasperated sigh as the tap water still poured, pattering against the metal sink.

'He totally caught me staring,' she thought. Though her self-control was usually tempered, easily under restraint, it melted into a helpless puddle when Donatello's presence was made known around her. Hell, even passing up the open doorway of his lab as he worked was a strain, and Y/N found herself peeking in curiously as his eyes fixated carefully, passionately over a project as he worked.

It took every willful ounce in her body not to just snatch the tails of his violet bandana and yank him in for a savory kiss every time he was a few feet away from her.

Her brain, exhausted from such thoughts, tried to focus on her footfalls, the wrinkle of pop-tart wrappers, the clinking of ice against glass cups, a cool contrast against Y/N's warm arms.

She halted directly outside of the workshop, inhaled, exhaled, and then rounded the corner to see-

Nobody? Weird. Perhaps Donnie had gone to his lab to grab more tools or just put them away since the aforementioned bucket of appliances had gone missing right along with their possessor.

"Huh. Weird." Y/N thought aloud, and then after looking over her shoulder and out of the doorway, she decided that she might check out the inside of the truck. After all, it had been some time since she'd seen it and was rarely able to because of the lack of missions she joined in on.

She set the two cups of water and foil packages gently on a nearby bench, before making her way towards the rear entrance. Y/N's hands settled on the large iron handle wrapping their small extent around it and then pulled down with all of her strength.

Man, the brothers made it look so easy, and by the time the lever reached its lowest point with a loud click, she had managed to work up a bit of a sweat.

The door, a huge garage-like lift system on the back end of the truck, began to lift, creaking and groaning as it did so. Y/N smiled, eyes glancing down carefully as her feet made contact with each rising step into the truck.

However, her plan had been spoiled, if you could even call it that. Because, just as she was entering the vehicle, it seemed Donatello would be exciting. As Y/N looked up from the final footstep, and Donnie from his tech pad, their noses and mouths bumped, and all was still. Both of their bright eyes were wide with shock and unbearable mortification at the sensation of petal-soft skin against cool scales, lips awkwardly resting upon one another.

They both pulled away as fast as they had come together, though Y/N had been so caught up in her humiliation, that she forgot about the staircase behind her and lost footing. An abrupt shout escaped her lips, helplessly flailing her arms in the air to grab onto something and a strong pair of arms had quickly caught her.

When the girl hesitantly opened an eye to analyze her seemingly unfortunate position, all she was met with, was the shine of Donnie's lustrous eyes, glinting in the bright lights of the workshop. Both were heaving breaths, adrenaline rushing from the swiftness of this occurrence.

"Thanks..." Y/N managed to squeak, trying to calm the furious blush and racing tempo of her heart at the touch of Donatello's strong arms still wrapped around her, "I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes..."

At her remark, Donnie's expression seemed to relax, and he let out a little giggle of amusement. Y/N smiled softly, and then placed the tip of her finger on the bridge of his snout, accompanied with a small 'boop!' That made him laugh even more and then a snort, something he didn't seem to proud of.

"Have I ever told you how cute you are?" She asked, rather abruptly, and the blunt question caught the turtle off guard. She wanted to smack herself across the face at the spilling of her internal conflicts but figured that doing so would cause her further embarrassment. Instead, Y/N was stuck trying to interpret Donatello's dumbstruck expression.

"E-erm, uh no. No, I don't think you've told me that..." Stupid, stupid stupid! What a response! Donnie's mind quipped, Could have at least said thank you... "Y/N..."

"Yeah, Don?"

His answer was completely wordless, just boring endlessly into her sparkling eyes. Though his next move seemed to be a more suited response.

Before he could stop himself, Donnie closed the short distance between and capturing her mouth in a short kiss, tightening the strong grasp of his forearms around her waist and back.

Y/N blinked once. Twice. And nothing shifted, though seemed completely unreal, like one of the hallucinations that she'd conjured in her mind before.

But this was just so... Real. He pulled away before Y/N could fully process what was going on, leaving her mouth to chase after his momentarily.

"You're really... U-um, Y/N I think you're beautiful. And I have this strangely romantic fascination with you..." Donnie trailed off, realizing how utterly stupid he must sound, however, the girl held tightly in his arms found it extraordinarily romantic.

Her fingers danced around the back of his neck snatched the tails of his silk bandana, and then pulled him in again, this time for a lingering address on the lips, tilting her head just slightly to deepen it. Donnie let out a short squeak of surprise, that faded into a satisfied chirp, bellowing from his throat.

They broke away, heaving puffs of air, and idiot-like grins spread across their faces.

"I really like you too Donnie."

"I'm glad," he breathed, just inches away from her face, "cause now we can work together and you don't have to hide staring at my legs."

Y/N flushed immensely before swatting his chest repeatedly, trying to hide her smile at his amused laughter.

"Donatello I will take away your pop tart privileges!"

fin💜

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lovinkiri · 3 years

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Okey, hear me out plz. Could you write about Sero, Tamaki, and Bakugou (separately) having a girlfriend who has psionic powers (like the Scarlet Witch) and she is Hawk's protégé. He like to think that he's like some kind of father figure for her so he's suuuuper caring and when he sees her having a smoochie moment with them he goes in PROTECTIVE FATHER mode and he gives the boys the "father talk *ejem...threat*"

Thank u you beautiful living being🌈🧡

Father Figure

Author's Thoughts: I got you bby! I don't write for Hawks so I hope he's at least a bit in character. I hope you don't mind its not headcannons.

Warning: Mentions of violence, threats, etc.

Hanta Sero

You were always like a child to Keigo. The child he'd figured he'd figured he just wouldn't get the chance to have. And though your quirk was different from his, he did a great job training you.

He put in the work, the research, getting to know your quirk. He read records with people of similar quirks, got in contact with those around, all so he could accurately train your ability. He wanted to be the best he could for you.

You grew up so quickly in his opinion. Too quickly.

From graduating high school, to headlining as his sidekick. To finally having a boyfriend.

Keigo was hesitant to meet this boyfriend of yours, but you'd told him how much it meant to you. And he'd do anything for you.

So he played as nicely as he could, staring at you and the boy you sat with.

"So.. Sero.. Are you planning on being a hero?" Keigo looked him up and down with a gaze full of judgement.

Hanta gave a nod, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Yeah. I've always wanted to be a hero. I actually attended UA with Y/n." He looked at you and seeing your smile almost melted the tension.

Almost.

"Hey, Kid, could you go order me something to eat?" Keigo asked you, smiling innocently. Almost too innocently.

You gave him a look. He simply leaned his cheek against his palm, blinking owlishly. "Pretty please?"

Sighing, you stood up and nodded. "Got it. I'll be back." You leaned down and pressed a small kiss to Hanta's lips, something that made his smile tighten.

You looked at Keigo and pointed at him. "Play nice. Pretty please?" You crossed your arms. He gave you a sigh and a nod.

So you hesitantly walked away.

And the smile dropped from Keigo's lips.

"I'll just be straight with you, Hanta. She means everything to me. And if you value life itself, you'll treat her like she's everything to you. That girl doesn't love loosely, so this is nothing short of a honor- no, a privilege for you."

Hanta straightened out, nervous about Keigo's sudden change. "I-I understand, sir.."

Keigo gave a nod and leaned back in his chair, smiling again. "Well, I should hope so!" He chuckled softly.

That's when you walked over. "Here. I got you nachos. Did you two find something nice to talk about?"

The man with wings took the nachos. "Thank you, Chicken Wing. We sure did." He looked you Hanta who stiffly nodded.

You, having common sense though, put two and two together. "... Keigo, I asked you to be nice!"

"The nicest thing I can do for you is make sure he treats you right."

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki was afraid.

You'd told him all about Keigo, how protective he could be. And the only thing you'd promised was that he wouldn't touch him.

You and Tamaki were planning a trip to a nice resort.

You'd needed to grab something from Keigo's house, so Tamaki had to sit downstairs with said man.

Well, Keigo sat down. Tamaki stood in the corner, as far as possible. But he couldn't escape Keigo's glare. And if looks could kill..

It wasn't like he had a problem with Tamaki. He knew Fatgum, and the man hsd told Keigo all about his two sidekicks.

In fact, Keigo noticed that just like you'd become a daughter to him, Fatgum treated his sidekicks like his own sons.

The two often bonded over photos they kept in their wallets, sharing stories. Two parents bonding over their children, that's what everyone else saw.

It was from talking to Fatgum that he knew Tamaki wasn't a bad kid. That doesn't mean he wasn't gonna have a talk with him.

"Listen, Kid. I don't hate'cha. You're one of Fatgum's sidekicks and you seem.. Harmless enough."

Tamaki was sure it that should have offended, but Hawks continued either way.

"But when she needs you, I gotta know that you'll be there for her. She doesn't need you to protect her but if she ever does, I gotta know you'll do it. Take good care of her. I'd hate to end your whole career."

It wasn't like he had a problem with Keigo's orders. Tamaki loved you and would never let anything happen to you. Hell, he'd promised himself he'd be a man for you.

Keigo gave the sweetest smile and Tamaki shuddered, moving more into the corner.

It was the threat that scared him. He didn't know if he meant he was gonna kill him or if he was going to destroy his rising hero career.

You finally came downstairs with the object you needed. "Alright, I'm ready-.. Tama, are you okay?" You walked over, concerned.

"I-I wanna go home.."

You glared at the winged man and crossed your arms. "Keigo!"

Keigo leaned back into the couch. "Thanks for visiting you two, it was a pleasure havin' ya."

Katsuki Bakugou

Keigo was doing an autograph signing at the mall, just where you and Katsuki just so happened to have your date.

"Why do you think everyone is crowding over there?" You asked Katsuki, looking towards the crowd of people surrounding Keigo.

You'd thought his signing would be at another mall, not knowing that the venue had been changed last minute.

"No clue, don't care. Probably some big sale or somethin'. Why, you wanna check it out?" He looked at you, the arm around your waist pulling you closer.

You smiled and shook your head. "Nah. Let's just go to the bookstore then head to the park. Oh, actually, I'm gonna use the bathroom first."

You leaned up and gently kissed his lips, him blushing and returning the kiss in embarrassment.

When you pulled away, he mumbled under his breathe. "Idiot, you can't just catch me off guard like that."

Giggling softly, you winked at him. "Nobody saw. They're all crowded around that big sale."

"Tch. Like I care if anyone sees."

With a grin, you went off to the closest bathroom.

What you didn't know was Keigo was watching you through the crowd of people. He looked up to everyone around him and gave them a charming grin. "I will get back to autographs in a moment. Please, grant me a break though."

The crowd seemed disappointed but left him alone and allowed Keigo to walk off.

He approached Katsuki quickly, who paid more attention to his phone.

"Ahem. A moment of your time."

Katsuki looked up and his eyes went wide at the sight of the number two hero. "Hawks? Was that you over with that crowd then?"

"Yeah. I see that you've been headlining. Haven't seen your face this famous since the sports festival." Keigo chuckled, taking a step further.

Katsuki nodded. "I'm making moves, on my grind. Doing what needs to be done to make my mark."

The pro hero nodded and put a hand on his shoulder. "Well, you're doin great. There's just.. One thing."

He looked at him in confusion. "One thing..?"

Keigo pointed towards the direction you went in. "That girl you were just with. That's my little girl."

The red-eyed boy looked, following his finger. "Um, yeah. She told me."

Then there was a sudden tension.

"And so.. You understand why I won't tolerate you're bullshit."

"...What?"

"You heard me. You're older, so you're probably not the same brat. But from what I hear, those asshole tendencies are still there, and I won't tolerate it when it comes to that girl. You won't hurt her. And if you do, we're gonna run into a bit of trouble."

Katsuki shook his head. "I.. I wouldn't hurt her." Normally, he feared no adult, minus Aizawa of course. But Hawks was looking at him like he was prey.

"Damn straight, idiot." Hawks chuckled softly.

That's when you came back over. "Sorry babe. Oh, hey Hawks! What are you doin' here?"

The two of you shared a hug. "What's up, Nugget? I was signing was autographs. You two?"

You pulled away and grinned. "Katsuki and I were on a date. This is great, I've been meaning to introduce you guys."

Hawks gave a nod. "Interesting guy, he is. But I should get going. Have fun on your date. And Katsuki, have her home by nine."

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kumzume · 3 years

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glam ft. todoroki shotō [smhub]

wc. 2.8k :3

warnings. ownership, soft-ish!dom reader, edging, v v lowkey pet play (u call him bunny lol), quiet whiny shoto, begging, miss k*nk (?), slight humiliation k*nk, crying, um

an. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG HOLY S WORD I HOPE ITS OK I DIDNT GET ANYONE TO BETA IT SO IF THERE ARE ISSUES M SO SORRY LOVE YALL TY FOR WAITING

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shoto todoroki was so pretty.

it wasn’t like he wasn’t aware — he’d heard the whispers amongst the girls back at U.A. about how attractive he was. that didn’t keep him from believing those words, his insecurities gripping him so tightly that he was unable to even imagine that anyone found him remotely appealing.

that is, until he met you.

when you first transferred into 3-A, the class was thrown into an uproar. you were beautiful, kind, and funny with a powerful quirk to boot! and yet, you never believed that you were better than anyone else, always treating every single person with respect — even bakugou (shoto couldn’t even pretend to understand how you did it but still, the behavior was so undeniably you).

it was all of your remarkable traits that ended up being shoto’s downfall. he believed you were way out of his league — you deserved someone emotionally available and sweet, things that todoroki felt, no knew, he was not. besides, with every single guy in the nearest vicinity falling for you, he knew he didn’t even have a chance.

so, shoto resigned himself to observe you from afar, watching your interactions with his closest friends and classmates, wishing that he could make you smile as wide as kirishima and deku or laugh as hard as sero and denki.

he knew he didn’t measure up and while he tried to make himself okay with that, he felt jealousy bubbling up beneath his skin when he observed shinsou helping you with your homework or bakugou training with you after school.

of course, he realized he didn’t belong to you or you to him and he had no real reason to be envious of whoever you chose to spend your time with but that didn’t stop him from fucking his hand late at night at the thought of you hovering over him, pressing soft kisses to his mangled scar and calling him beautiful.

shoto came embarrassingly quick with that fantasy, the shame and disappointment overwhelming him to the point where he’d purposefully ignored you for days after.

he could tell you were hurt by his behavior — he wasn’t entirely oblivious — but he knew it was for the best. you deserved so much more than him.

the both of you graduated and moved on to your respective agencies, shoto swiftly making his way up to the number 2 spot while you sat comfortably at number 17. neither of you saw each other very often but when you did, conversation was stilted and a bit awkward due to the intense attraction and inability to act on it on shoto’s part.

shoto was willing to go the rest of his life like this; seeing you briefly in passing, stumbling through a discussion with much difficulty, and then returning to his penthouse to hump his pillow and cry out your name.

it was a pretty good system for the most part. shoto had no worries about ever having to face his feelings for you and was content to live out his days suppressing his inner turmoil just for you.

unfortunately, the universe hates him.

at least that’s what he told himself as he stood in the center of a boardroom next to you, clad in your hero outfits and listening to instructions on an upcoming mission that required you and shoto to work together. alone. for days at a time.

what the fuck.

to be honest, shoto completely tuned out the minute he heard “one bedroom,” his mind racing with all the horribly tempting ways his fantasies could play out.

by the time the meeting was over, he was hard in his pants and entirely distracted as you attempted to make friendly small talk about your mission. shoto sort of felt like he should apologize for being an absolute brick wall, giving you curt one word answers until you decided to leave him alone.

he felt bad but what else could he do when you stood there, wearing your obscene hero costume that revealed way too much of your skin?

well, shoto was being a little dramatic but that’s how he felt! your suit was a play on the playboy bunny costume but instead of being black leather (he thinks he would actually die if you wore leather in front of him), it was a white, lightweight fabric that helped with your quirk.

it was entirely too sexy and reminded him a little too much of one of his secret kinks that he was determined to never let see the light of day.

it was going to be ok! he reasoned. all he had to do was do his job, ignore you like he’s done for the past 3 years and everything would be just fine — right?

wrong. so fucking wrong.

the mission had gone well on all accounts. you both had kicked ass, much to your enjoyment, and were able to go back home a day early!

you were so excited to finally be back in your own bed and away from the weird tension that being around todoroki brought. it wasn’t that you didn’t like him — in fact it was quite the opposite.

you found shoto alluring and gorgeous, his awkward yet endearing mannerisms drawing you further into the mystery that was shoto todoroki. regrettably, it didn’t seem like the man in question was on the same page.

every time you tried to speak with him, he would either stutter and blush or refuse to look you in the eye and give you one-word answers. it was actually ridiculously cute but he would always disappear the first chance he got.

it hurt but you weren’t one to push boundaries where you weren’t wanted.

that’s why that night, instead of going back up to the room to watch tv (uncomfortably, might i add) and knocking yourself out, you decided to go down to the bar and celebrate a job well done.

one of the perks of being a relatively unknown hero was that you could enjoy a night in public without anyone approaching you, a luxury you knew not many top 20 heroes could afford.

with that thought — and the memory of the stifling hotel room awaiting you upstairs — in mind, you made your way to the sparsely populated bar, sitting down and immediately requesting a drink (bourbon, on the rocks).

you scanned the area, counting the number of exits and patrons before your eyes landed on the handsome bartender down at the other end of the counter.

with curly brown hair, bright green eyes and a smile that could kill, there was no way you could lie to yourself and say he was unattractive. even as your mind briefly entertained the notion of taking the brunette out into the alley and fucking him within an inch of his life, your heart just wasn’t in it.

your mind just couldn’t stop drifting to the tall, dual-haired, oh so pretty, man who was (inadvertently) waiting for you upstairs. of course, you weren’t even his to wait for but you didn’t know how to keep from imagining that he was.

a deep sigh escaped your parted lips before you downed the rest of your drink, wincing at the burn it left as it went down your throat. it was getting late and you weren’t planning on spending your night alone with the janitor.

you sent the cute bartender a soft smile while pressing a crisp $20 to the counter. he sent you his own grin back as his eyes trailed down your body clad in your tight hero suit, licking his plump lips in arousal.

you were flattered, truly, but you were a little occupied with getting back to your room, changing into some comfortable pajamas and conking the fuck out.

the trip back up to your room was long and arduous to your sore body, the elevators being out of commission leaving you to take the stairs.

by the time you were at your door, you were so worn out that you were ready to collapse but before you could manage placing your key against the lock, something caught your ear.

“p-please miss,” a breathy moan of your name followed by a wet slapping noise rang out through the door. “i’ll be your perfect bunny, just let m-me cum, please-!!”

holy fuck.

shoto todoroki, the man you’d been crushing on since your years at UA was now touching himself to the thought of you doing god know what to him and he was calling you miss?

you felt heat flood your core, your knees buckling under the heavy weight of your lust. now braced against the door, you leaned your ear against the wood, determined to hear exactly what was getting him off.

more wet noises permeated through the walls — did he just spit in his palm??? — before a long whine left his pretty pink lips.

“m-miss, i belong to you, y-you own me,” he gasped, the creaking of the bed just barely audible beneath his wavering voice.

by now, you knew you’d soaked through the crotch of your hero costume, your clit throbbing painfully beneath the fabric of your panties. you also knew you should turn around, head back to the bar and order another drink, leaving shoto to finish himself off but you couldn’t.

your feet were implanted in place, ear glued against the door as you listened to your partner masturbate to the thought of you owning him.

quietly, you lifted the hand gripping your key to the door, allowing the touchpad to register before slowly pushing the door open.

the sight that greeted you was otherworldly.

the blinds were parted allowing a dreamy haze of moonlight to envelop the room, casting the pale man before you in a somehow whimsical light.

he was stripped down to nothing, lying on his back with a hand wrapped around his gorgeous, swollen cock, furiously stroking himself to completion.

the plump lips that you had spent so much time admiring were parted, allowing whines and whimpers to leave them sporadically as his lithe hips bucked up into his hand.

shoto’s eyes were clenched shut so he was unable to see your dumbfounded, painfully aroused face as you crept into the room, leaning against the wall with your hand pressed to your mouth.

it wasn’t as though you’d never seen a man naked before — you’d had your fair share of men naked in your bed begging for you — but this was something else.

this was shoto — somehow more intimidating than anyone else you’d ever brought to bed and yet you’ve never wanted anyone more.

which is why you were almost surprised at yourself when you opened your mouth and whispered, “stop.”

immediately, shoto’s eyes shot open, wide with fear and apprehension as he lied there frozen, his hand still wrapped tightly around his girth.

the both of you stood there staring at one another, neither of you able to move. you let yourself have this moment to look at him, your eyes tracking all over his muscular form before landing on his length, not missing how it twitched under your gaze.

“i-“ shoto started but he was quickly interrupted by your own voice. “s’this what you do when i’m gone? touch yourself to the thought of me? you’re so dirty bunny.”

it was impossible to hide the low groan that echoed out in the hotel room, shoto’s cheeks burning red in humiliation. a grin crept across your face as you made your way towards him, giggling to yourself at the way he moved up and away from you on the bed.

“now you’re trying to hide, bunny? you weren’t hiding when you were moaning out my name.” your hand slid up his thigh until it was resting on his sharp hipbone, an abrupt gasp leaving his chest.

your hand continued its trajectory, fingers trailing across his tummy before coming to wrap around the base of his cock.

“o-oh fuck, miss—“ a thick drop of precum leaked from his slit and onto your awaiting hand as a low moan departed from the dual-haired boy.

one of his hands shot out to hold yours, drawing your attention to his heterochromatic gaze. shoto’s eyes held so much emotion, small tears already littering his lashline while the moonlight illuminated his crimson scar. he was ethereal.

“pretty,” you hummed, giving him a gentle smile while your hand squeezed his in reassurance. you’d had enough experience to know that that kind of comment was guaranteed to get some kind of vulnerability but what you were not expecting was the expletive shoto muttered before leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

immediately, he was over-enthusiastic, his lips and teeth clashing with yours messily, almost painfully, before you took control of the kiss, slowing shoto down before slipping your tongue inside his mouth.

his quiet groan vibrated into the kiss as you deliberately laid him down, resting his back against the pillows. from there, you had more access to his body, your lips trailing down to his neck while your hand took its place back on his length, lazily pumping him up and down.

“m-miss!” shoto choked, his eyes widening yet again, holding you with his stare. you chose not to respond, instead stroking him quicker while pressing kisses to his shoulder.

“miss,” he tried again, this time more deliberately. “p-please tell me i’m yours...”

with him asking so sweetly, a few tears leaking from his gorgeous eyes at the overwhelming moment, how were you supposed to deny him?

“of course bunny,” you purred, leaning down to peck his nose, sending shivers through his body. “you are mine.”

shoto’s reaction was instantaneous. his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open as he felt his pleasure begin to crest, determined to push him over the edge.

you, of course, noticed his body’s response and quickly pulled your hand off of him, painfully ripping his orgasm from his grasp. a disappointed whimper resonated throughout the room as shoto’s eyes found yours, staring at you with such betrayal that you almost found it funny.

“c’mon bunny,” you moved until you were kneeling between his legs, your hands leaving featherlight touches to his inner thighs. “you can hold out for me, right?”

shoto nodded before he could stop himself, desperate for anything you would give him.

besides, it couldn’t be that hard to hold off, right?

...

wrong. so very wrong.

it had only been 30 minutes but it felt like 2 hours since you started playing with him and keeping him from coming.

shoto was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, both hands tangled in his bi-colored locks, eyes squeezed shut with tear tracks now drying on his cheeks and his cock standing fully at attention.

it was purple, throbbing, and covered in precum as you licked a stripe up the side making shoto sob in pleasure.

he had never been harder in his life and he was certain that he would just die if you didn’t let him cum soon.

“p-please, please, miss, please, let me cum,” he babbled, shaking his head mindlessly while bucking his hips up into the warm heat of your mouth.

you chose to ignore his pleas while you moved your mouth over his tip, sucking hard while your hand pumped what wasn’t in your mouth.

“a-ah-!!” shoto shrieked, his back bowing off the bed, his orgasm coming on so hard and so fast that he felt like he was going to explode. “c-can’t hold back m-miss, i can’t, i can’t!”

your hand continued to pick up speed before you pulled your mouth off of him, toying with his tip while leaning up to breathe into his ear.

“cum for me bunny. you’re mine.”

with a cry of your name, shoto came, thick spurts of cum covering his abs, chest and thighs as his body convulsed under the weight of his bliss.

it was the most all encompassing orgasm he’d ever had and you, his former classmate, current partner, and future lover, was beside him through it all, helping him ride it out.

in the back of his mind, shoto knew he should be at least a little worried about how your relationship was going to change after all of this but he couldn’t bring himself to care. you were here and now, bringing him the most pleasure he’d ever undergone with nothing but kind words and a smile, filling his touchstarved heart with heat and, dare he say it, love.

shoto may not have been the funniest or the most open but you chose him, even if it was just for the night. and now that he unlocked how much he loved you, nothing else mattered — just you and him.

as he collapsed back into the sheets, his head just barely registering the cool rag wiping him down, he took pride in how he finally admitted it to himself; shoto loved you and he would be damned if he let anyone else take him away from you.

now, all he had to do was tell you but that was a conversation for another day.

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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Hi babe I got a really long BUT amazing request so here goes: how about, you’re in a relationship with Peter for like six months and you’ve been sexually active for two and one day you ask Peter, "what are your kinks, what would u like to try?I really want u to enjoy sex with me pls tell me". And he’s all like flustered and shy but then when he finally tells you, he says "Um I’ve seen some stuff on pornhub and I’d really like to dominate u ??" And ur like sooo shocked bc hes never like that but then when u agree he goes full dom mode and it really turns u on( and ur surprised ur into that stuff) n shit and pls add as muuuuuuchhhh dirty talk as u can!!! I’m so sorry that was soooo specific, if u don’t wanna write it it’s fine don’t worryyy 💜💜

A/N: Hi lovely!! Thank you so much for sending this in! I hope you enjoy 💕 Peter and reader are both over the age of 18.

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Peter, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it up, minors do not engage,), language.

You'd been with Peter for six months, you'd both been sexually active for the last two and wow, you were both very sexually active. Peter had swung round to your apartment on his lunch break the other day, just to, well, have you for lunch.

It was the weekend and Peter had come round, you'd had sex once that day, he'd followed you into the shower. You enjoyed sex with Peter, of course you did, he was the first man you'd been with that cared about you getting off and paid attention to what you actually liked. Something was bothering you, though.

You wondered if he was thoroughly enjoying it, most of the sex you had was about you and although you loved that, you truly did, you wanted to make sure he was also enjoying himself.

"Pete?" You asked, you were both in your bed, you were intending to sleep but your thoughts were keeping you awake. He hummed as he rolled onto his back.

"What are your kinks? Like what would you like to try?" You asked and Peter sat up on his elbows, looking down at you.

"What?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"I just really want you to enjoy sex with me." You said and he leant over to kiss your forehead.

"I do."

"There must be something you want to try that we haven't." You spoke and Peter moved away from you, sitting up as he ran a hand down his face.

"It doesn't matter." He said, you moved to switch the lamp on, the light illuminating his face, tips of his ears had gone red.

"Pete, you can tell me." You said as you reached out for him, placing a hand on his arm.

"I don't know, what if you're not into it?"

"We won't know if we don't try." You reasoned.

"Okay," he sighed, clearly flustered. "So, I've seen some stuff on pornhub." He started and you furrowed your brows, waiting for him to carry on. "I'd really like to dominate you." He said.

You were shocked, Peter? Your sweet Peter, careful, gentle Peter, wanted to dominate you. You'd never done anything like it before, it'd be new territory for you to, you weren't not into the idea, you just didn't know what to expect. Peter had taken your silence negatively.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a thought. We never have to do anything you don't want to." He said as he stroked his finger down your face.

"No, I think we should." You said confidently. "I've never done it before, could be fun, we might both really enjoy it."

"Seriously?" Peter asked and you nodded, biting your lip as you looked at him, excitement creeping into your system. "I love you." He spoke as he kissed your forehead, the two of you drifting into sleep.

You woke up, feeling for Peter on his side of the bed, but he wasn't there. You furrowed your brows, looking around the room, not finding him. You flopped back down onto the bed, thinking about last nights conversation. You were excited, very excited, you felt yourself grow needy between your legs, needy for your boyfriend.

It wasn't long before he made an appearance, glass of water in hand as he placed it on the nightstand, looking down at you.

"Morning." He said, his morning voice not helping your situation between your legs.

"Hey." You smiled back at him. Peter watched you for a while, he looked like he was waiting for something, you weren't sure what until you stretched out. You gasped as you felt your hands make contact with the headboard, almost forcefully.

You looked up and bit your lip, he'd webbed you to the headboard. You couldn't believe your bodies response to the action, growing wetter as you grew more excited about what he was going to do next.

"You look so good like that." Peter said, voice laced with lust and you sighed out in pleasure as he nipped at your collarbones. "So hot." He said and you weren't sure if he was talking about how you looked or your body temperature that had risen. His hand trailing down your body, hand splayed out on your stomach.

"Pete." You practically begged, surprising yourself. You weren't sure you'd be into this but fuck, you were wrong. You were so into this, this side of Peter was doing this to you that you'd never experienced before.

"Shh, baby, I'm gonna take care of you." Fuck, you were his, completely willing to do whatever he wanted. He trailed a finger through your folds, groaning at how wet you were, it was for definite the wettest you'd ever been. "So fucking wet for me." He said.

You wished he'd been more vocal in your previous encounters, it was making you almost primal for him, if you weren't tied down you'd be pulling him all over you. You didn't want him to stop, wanted to see what else he was going to do.

"If you want me to stop just say so." He said huskily into your ear, you'd realised over the last two months that consent is very important to him. "Gonna make you come for me pretty girl."

He teased your entrance, circling his fingers around you, never entering, just teasing. You whimpered at the contact, you enjoyed the teasing, enjoyed how hot it made you feel, how much more excited you grew.

"That's it baby, let me hear those beautiful little sounds you make." He whispered into your ear, nibbling on the lobe. You were growing hotter and wetter by the second, your body responding to him in ways you'd never imagined.

It wasn't long before he slid a finger into you and you sighed in pleasure at the contact. Hips lifting from the bed as you tried to send his finger in deeper. Peter using his free hand to pin your hips back down.

"You'll take what I give you princess." He said, lips sucking your collarbone. "I'll decide how deep you're gonna have my fingers inside you." He said, command to his tone, completely the opposite to his usual tone, you liked it. He added a second finger, curling them up to brush your g spot.

You moaned as he continued to brush against it, enough to stimulate you but not enough to have your orgasm build. Your moaning continued as he continued to place kisses along your collarbone, you were sweating now, the heat having risen so much.

He moved his thumb and placed it onto your throbbing clit, you threw your head back, back arching off the mattress, a moan of his name leaving your lips. He looked at you in awe for a second, drinking in the way you reacted to his touch.

"That's it baby, take what I'm giving you. Come for me like the good girl I know you are." He said and your legs began to shake, orgasm building, as he brushed your g spot and circled your clit, firm, building your orgasm slowly.

You pulled against the webbing, wanting to run your hands through his hair. "Peter." You moaned out, walls clenching around his fingers. "That's it baby, let everyone know who's making you feel this good, so needy for my fingers aren't you?" It was a question that didn't need an answer, you loved his fingers lodged deep into you.

Your moans and breathing had become irregular, you were so close, right on the edge. "Come. Let everyone hear those beautiful sounds, tell everyone who making you feel this good." He said, sucking on your sweet spot, the skin just below your ear.

That was it, you came with a scream of his name and legs shaking. He fucked you through your high, your senses became almost muffled as your orgasm ripped through you, one of the best you'd ever experienced. You expected him to remove his fingers, but he didn't, he continued to rub your now sensitive clit as you continued to pant and moan for him.

"Want another one sweetheart. Can you give me another?" He asked, almost demanding tone. You'd never felt pleasure like it, his fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves as he appeared to hone in on your pleasure. "Words." He said, lips now taking a nipple into his mouth.

"I, Pete, I don't. Feels so good." You moaned, words jumbled as the pleasure consumed you, every part of you felt like it was on fire. New orgasm building as he continued to rub your clit, fingers brushing more firmly against your g spot.

"Look at you. Can't even string a sentence together, wonder what you'll be like when I fill you up with my cock. Is that what you want? To come on my cock." He said, he was watching you in awe again. Body shaking, head thrown back into the pillow, his eyes darkened as he watched you.

"Gonna fuck you so hard baby. Fuck you into this bed until you can't think straight." He said and you fell over the edge again, your body writhing in pleasure as you pulled against the webbing, head thrown deeper into the pillow, vision turning white.

The pleasure was so intense this time around, so much better than anything you'd ever experienced. He fucked you through your second high, your clit now incredibly sensitive as you tried to move your hips away from his touch.

"Pete, it's too, it's too much." You moaned and he hummed as he carefully removed his fingers, now completely covered in both of your orgasms. He locked eyes with you, placing his fingers into his mouth.

"Taste so good, so fucking sweet. Can't get enough of you." He said once he'd licked his fingers clean. You needed a minute before he fucked you, he knew that, giving you a minute to calm down as he placed attentive kisses along your shoulders, hands rubbing your still shaking thighs.

"Did so well for me baby, so fucking good for me. I'm so proud of you." Fuck, you were in love with this man. Never had anyone ever pleased you the way he did and just had.

"Want you to fuck me Pete." You said, ready for the railing you were about to receive, walls clenching and unclenching around nothing.

"Since you've been so good for me, I think I can give you what you want. You want my cock, don't you?" He said as you nodded your head and he tutted. "What have I said about words?"

"Fuck me, Peter please. Just want your cock." You begged, hips raising off the bed in an effort to get him closer. He was now wedged between your legs, body on top of yours.

"As you wish my princess." He said, moving a piece of sweaty hair from your face. He placed himself inside you, both of you moaning at the contact. "Fuck, you're so goddam tight." He hissed as he fisted the bedsheets next to your head.

Your last two orgasms had caused you to be tighter than usual, you could feel every inch of him, every vein. You both moaned, fuck he felt amazing. He drew back before slamming into you, body moving further up the bed as he did.

"Fuck." You moaned, eyes rolling back into your head. His fists were still fisting the sheets as he fucked you into the mattress, every thrust jolting your body and fuck, this felt amazing.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so well." He praised as he continued to fuck into you, it was raw, hot, a third orgasm building. "Gonna come around my cock like the filthy little cumslut I know you can be." He said and shit, that drove you insane.

You were close, this was the first time in your life, you felt an orgasm build with no clit stimulation and Peter seemed to be the only man who could do that for you. It wasn't long before you went over the edge for a third time, this orgasm sending you into an almost frenzy.

You were hot, the third orgasm causing you to squeeze around him in a way that sent him over the edge, with a 'fuck' and moan of your name. You lost every sense for a moment as your body filled with nothing but pleasure.

Peter watched as your body fell into absolute bliss, something he'd never seen before, he was almost awestruck watching the way you climaxed, you looked so beautiful to him. He ripped the webbing from around you, allowing your hands to fall.

He took them in his own, interlacing your fingers, anchoring you as he pinned them next to your head, fucking you through the most intense orgasm he'd ever been apart of. He watched as your body stilled, eye shut and he panicked.

"Baby, hey, you okay?" He asked as he coaxed your eyes open. When he was met with your completely fucked out expression he relaxed. You were okay.

He rolled off you, clean up could wait, pulling you into his side. "You okay?" He asked carefully and you hummed.

"We need to do that more often." You said and Peter smiled, kissing your forehead.

"We certainly will but how about a bath right now?" He asked and watched as you lazily nodded before trying to make your own way there. You almost collapsed, Peter catching you.

"I don't think my legs work right now." You giggled and Peter smirked, full of pride.

"Let me take care of you Princess, did such a good job for me." He said as he picked you up bridal style and made his way towards the bathroom, to clean you up and look after you in whatever way you needed.

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