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hoshifighting · 3 days

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Lingerie

Synopisis: Where, while you show off your new lingerie sets that you bought, Jun is enchanted by the lingerie with embroidered flowers, something different, that enchanted his eyes.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Smut, penetrative sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), praising, squirt & etc.

Jun had always been the epitome of a supportive boyfriend. Whether it was your college work, cooking a new dish, or even finding the perfect dress for a wedding, Jun was there, ready to assist. He made everything feel effortless, always taking care of the details so you didn’t have to worry.

“Jun, I really don’t know how to tackle this assignment,” you’d sigh, frustration evident in your voice.

He would slide over, peering at your laptop screen. “Let me take a look. Maybe we can brainstorm some ideas together,” he’d suggest with a gentle smile, and before you knew it, the daunting task felt manageable.

In the kitchen, you once struggled with a recipe you’d never tried before. Jun found the perfect tutorial online and stood by your side, guiding you step by step until the dish was ready, his patience never wavering.

And when it came to shopping for that perfect dress for a friend’s wedding, Jun’s patience shone through. You spent hours in the mall, trying on what felt like a hundred different outfits. Yet, Jun never complained. He sat outside the dressing rooms, offering genuine opinions.

“That one’s nice, but I think the blue dress brings out your eyes more,” he’d say, making the decision-making process so much easier.

His opinions always seemed spot-on, which is why you’d come to trust his judgment on many things, especially when it came to your wardrobe. Shopping with him became an enjoyable experience rather than a chore.

Today was another shopping day, and you were on the hunt for a new outfit for an upcoming event. As usual, Jun was by your side, carrying your bags and offering his thoughts on the clothes you tried on.

“What do you think of this one?” you asked, stepping out of the fitting room in a sleek, black dress.

Jun looked up from his phone, his eyes lighting up. “You look amazing. But maybe try it with those heels we saw earlier?”

You nodded, smiling. “You always know what looks best.”

After a few more outfits and Jun’s invaluable input, you finally settled on a dress. As you walked out of the store, you linked your arm with his, feeling grateful for his constant support.

“Thank you for always being so patient with me,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Jun chuckled, giving your hand a squeeze. “It’s easy when I’m with you. I just want to make sure you’re happy.”

He says that with the greatest naturalness. – While you were freaking out inside.

As you arrived home, Jun noticed you were carrying a few extra bags, including some from a lingerie store he knew well. He had bought you gifts from that store before, particularly on Valentine's Day.

“When did you buy these?” Jun asked, curiosity and a hint of excitement in his voice.

You smiled, placing the bags on the table. “When you went to get ice cream,” you replied nonchalantly.

Jun's eyes lit up, a playful smirk spreading across his face. The thought of you picking out something special while he was away added a spark of anticipation.

Later that evening, after dinner and a cozy time together, you both retreated to the bedroom. Jun sat comfortably in the poltrone, eagerly waiting as you prepared to show him the new lingerie. He could hardly contain his excitement, his eyes following your every movement.

First, you stepped out in a stunning red set, the vibrant color highlighting your curves beautifully. Jun's jaw dropped, and he couldn't help but cover his face, cheeks flushed red. “Wow, you look incredible,” he mumbled from behind his hands.

You giggled, twirling around to give him a full view. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” Jun nodded, peeking through his fingers, his eyes filled with admiration.

Next, you slipped into a sleek black set, the lace and satin combination making you feel both elegant and seductive. You strutted around the room, feeling confident under Jun's appreciative gaze. “This one is my favorite so far,” he confessed, his voice slightly hoarse with desire.

“You're too sweet,” you replied, feeling a rush of warmth at his words.

Finally, you emerged in a delicate white set, the purity of the color contrasting beautifully with the sultry design. Jun couldn't take his eyes off you, his face still a deep shade of red. “You look like an angel,” he whispered, his praise as genuine as ever.

You walked over to him, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m glad you like them. You always make me feel so beautiful.”

Jun smiled, his hands gently holding your waist. “That’s because you are. And I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

You stepped into the room, adorned in a pastel floral lingerie, a departure from your usual style. You knew it, and Jun knew it too. But this time, instead of his usual enthusiastic response, Jun remained silent. He simply stared at you, his gaze sweeping over your figure from head to toe. His mouth hung slightly open, his chest rising and falling deeply with each breath.

Concerned by his lack of reaction, you couldn't help but ask, “Don't you like it?”

Jun didn't respond with words. Instead, he closed the distance between you in a few swift strides, his movements purposeful and determined. Before you could even react, he pressed his lips to yours, his hand firmly holding the nape of your neck while the other encircled your waist.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his sudden action, but you quickly melted into the kiss, allowing yourself to be consumed by the warmth of his embrace. His lips moved with a fervent passion, igniting a fire within you that quickly spread throughout your entire being.

As he gently laid you down on the bed, Jun's eyes remained fixed on you, his gaze intense and unwavering. His hands began to explore your body with a tenderness that sent shivers down your spine. Fingers traced delicate patterns across your breasts, down your belly, until they reached the band of your panties.

You held your breath in anticipation, your heart racing with excitement. But instead of removing your panties entirely, Jun surprised you by simply pushing them to the side. A soft gasp escaped your lips as his fingers found their target, circling your clit with a feather-light touch.

The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You arched your back instinctively, pressing yourself against his hand as he continued to tease and tantalize you.

As Jun's fingers slid inside your wet pussy, you couldn't help but arch your back in response to the delightful sensation. A low moan escaped your lips, your body instinctively pressing against his hand as he began to explore your gummy walls.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence as he gazed upon you. "Every curve, every sigh, it's all so perfect."

Your cheeks flushed crimson at his words, and you couldn't help but cover your face in embarrassment. "Stop it, Jun," you protested weakly, though the desire that burned within you betrayed your words.

But Jun was undeterred, his fingers never faltering in their ministrations as he continued to lavish you with praise. "I can't help it," he confessed, his voice low and husky with desire. "You drive me wild, you know that? Just seeing you like this, so hot, so pretty..."

His words sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself squirming beneath him, unable to contain the desire that coursed through your veins. With a gentle touch, Jun reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheeks as he gently pulled your hands away from your face.

"You don't need to hide from me," he whispered, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "I want to see all of you, every part of you."

Jun's response was immediate and decisive, his actions speaking louder than words as he lowered himself between your thighs without hesitation. As his warm breath ghosted over your sensitive flesh, anticipation coursed through your veins.

Without a word, Jun buried his face in your heat, his tongue flicking out to taste your arousal. A moan escaped your lips at the touch of his tongue on your clit, pleasure radiating out from where his lips and tongue touched you.

"Please," you whimpered, your voice thick with need as you pressed against him, urging him to go deeper. "I need you, Jun. I need you to fuck me."

But Jun simply chuckled against your skin, his movements deliberate and unhurried as he teased you with languid strokes of his tongue.

You writhed beneath him, your fingers tangling in his hair as your body begged for release. But Jun was relentless, his ministrations driving you to the brink of madness as he expertly toyed with your bud.

And then, just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Jun's touch changed, becoming more insistent, more demanding. With a low growl, he devoured you, his tongue delving deep inside you as he consumed you like his last meal.

With a final, desperate cry, you reached the peak of ecstasy, your body convulsing with the force of your release. Jun drank in your essence greedily, his tongue working tirelessly to draw out every last drop of your pleasure.

As you eagerly anticipated his next move, Jun teased you with his cock, allowing you only the briefest of touches before pulling away again. Your frustration mounted with each fleeting contact, but Jun seemed to relish in your desperation, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he toyed with you.

"Patience, my love," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire. "Good things come to those who wait."

With a wicked grin, he finally positioned himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. You could feel the heat of his arousal against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

And then, with a single, smooth motion, he plunged deep inside you, filling you completely. You gasped at the suddenness of his entry, your body clenching around him in ecstasy.

"God, Jun," you gasped, your voice strained with pleasure. "I think I could cum just from the feeling of you sliding inside me."

Jun's chuckle sent shivers down your spine as he teased you, adjusting your legs to rest on his shoulders. The new angle made you feel him even deeper, and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Jun murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I love seeing you like this…"

You could only nod in response, your breath hitching as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

"You're so beautiful like this, taking me so well," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "I can feel how much you want me, how much you need me to fill you up."

"You're mine, all mine," he growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "No one else can make you feel like this, can they? Only me."

You whimpered in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure washed over you. Jun's words fueled your desire, pushing you closer to the brink of orgasm with each passing moment.

Your words tumbled out in a desperate gasp as pleasure consumed you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum, Jun!" you cried out, feeling his cock driving you to the edge. The sensation of him sliding in, wet and sharp, only intensified the pleasure coursing through you.

As you felt the knot unraveling in your belly, you came around him, your body pulsating with ecstasy. But Jun didn't stop there; he continued, spreading your legs wide as he gazed into your eyes with unwavering intensity. He captured every expression on your face, savoring the way you looked as you cummed.

pleasure crash over you. When Jun let out a choked moan, his face contorted in bliss, you felt a gulp of anticipation. His hot cum filled you, triggering another orgasm that ripped through you, causing you to squirt around him.

As his cock slipped out of you, you felt his cum mixing with yours, spilling out from within you. Jun watched you with awe, his eyes wide with amazement at the sight before him.

Jun leaned in close, his hands gently caressing your trembling body as he whispered soothing words to coax you from your orgasmic haze. He pressed soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and lips, his touch gentle and reassuring as he helped you come down from the intense high. You melted into his embrace.

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panboiiibish · 2 days

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Thinking about monsters right now. More specifically shark mer and his little scuba diver human again. This is for all the lovelys that liked him so much!

The great white mer ignores the shocked sailors and keeps on with his exploration of your neoprene suit. The texture of your skin peeking from the fabric is what makes him most curiouse. It's so much more softer then his salt water damaged scales and scar littered skin.

With your heart is hammering at your ribs like a jackhammer you cant help exploring him a bit too. His short choppy black hair as the first thing to stick out to you. Its messily cut though long enough so your shaky fingers can lace into it and give a soft tug. A ting attempt to pull him away that enticed a soft rumble from the mer. His just as dark and eyes gleamed up at you as they narrowed at your gesture.

He loved the fear but now that you squirmed and even tugged at him he couldn't help but love the little fight too. Really made his gills flare as he took in a deep breath of your sweet scent mixed in with the saltiness of the sea.

With your squirming go on he knew you had no wiggle room to escape his hands went back to squeezing and pinching at your oddly covered body. Till his claw finding the little metal bit right at the nape of your neck again. Hooking his claw into it he gave a soft tug and almost preened as the material around your neck loosened and your pretty little hands raced to grab at his working wrist. A slight panic in your eyes begged him not too.

And that led to him tugging it further down with his body shifting slightly closer to get a better look at your panicked expression. It was like a little game seeing how you squirmed under him while moving to press your hands against his shoulders in another weak attempt to push him away.

He truly liked it, feeling you skin so warm under his claws while getting to see more of your bare body that was hidden under the thick suit of rubber. It made him just more curiouse while you where just happy that you wore a bikini under the diving gear. Having the boat workers still peeked at the two of you making sure there wasn't and blood coming from the hanging cage made your skin warm just a bit more knowing they could see as your back slowly became more visible from the bars barely concealing the two of you.

The shark mer didn't seem to care, he could easily slip right back out of the cage with you in tow if wanted. But seeing your shiny wet skin shine in the sunlight while having your form perfectly pinned was nice enough that he didn't want to move from the oddly comfortable position.

Having your soft pretty skin under his rough hands made him almost pur in excitement as his claws glided over your curves. Softly poking at the soft of your belly and swell of your thighs before wrapping his large hands around your legs for a closer inspection. That was what had most of his attention. Your soft legs and the warmth seeping from your skin was such a strong contrast from his sandpaper tail and chilled skin.

in your little wiggling attempts you ended up with a knee to his already quite bent nose. So in little retaliation his form shifted forcing your back onto the cage floor and legs up around his shoulders. It was better this way, having those pesky legs immobile while keeping you pinned so he could keep on exploring. This also gave you a better view of not just his broad shoulders and rugged face.

You could now see his scars truly did litter his skin, light pink splashes and bites marred the grey and pale skin that consisted of his human and shark halfs. But so did a few items poked from said scars. On the lower parts on the back of his tail showed a few fishhookes and even a torn net. And he wasn't as muscled as you thought he would be. Well he definitely had muscles just they where covered in what felt like a thick lair of fat giving him the build of almost like a rugby player.

Broad shoulders with thick tree like arms that kept one of your thighs pinned to his soft chest. While the other hand went to toying with your blunt nails and almost webless fingers. He seemed so interested in the differences of your bodies but also in how warm yours was.

By now it felt intentional when he made your skin warm in embarrassment. Doing things like fully removing your dive gear and brushing his claws against sensitive areas. Your jolts and whimpers mate his tail slightly sway over the air as the boat slowly moved from its original spot.

The sailors had whispered out to you that they would get back to land and see if any officials would be able to help with your... predicament. Though for now they wouldn't even dare try shooing him off in fear of those sharp rows of teeth that he flashes when one of the other humans gets just a bit too close.

This is Pan! And here is another mer thinking about XD I was not planning to make another untill I got more of his character thought up but with how my og post blew up and even got Comments! ⊙○⊙ I just had to do another >///< anyways give me some name ideas if yah want! I'm so bad at naming i^i Have a nice night and comment if yah have ideas! :3

#ideas #idk wtf im doing #monster x reader #x reader #thinking about #monster boyfriend #mermay #merman #monster fucker #monster lover

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amandabbbbb · 23 hours

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summary: rafe who protects maybank!reader from luke bc jj is too busy finding gold to protect his sister

tw: parental abuse, mention of drugs, rafes sweet but kinda demanding

word count: 526

you covered a shift working at the wreck because kie could never be bothered to take a shift at her dad’s restaurant, too busy running around the island trying to find whatever gold bullshit that john b has got your brother’s friends and him hung up on. you call jj, overwhelmed from the morning of dealing with your father luke’s fit of rage.

“are you gonna be home tonight? dad just bought a bunch of drugs from barry’s and i don’t want to be alone. i’m scared.”

“sis, you know i love ya, but do you want our lives to get better or not? i’m tryna get us out of this hell, alright? so just stay in your room and don’t come out. love ya, bye.”

he hung up before you could squeeze in another cry for help. just as your salty tears fall, rafe cameron motions you over to give him his bill. you wipe your tears away and give him the fakest smile. he orders you to sit in the opposite empty chair.

“are you alright, sweetheart? i heard that. you know, i know your dad’s a druggie dick. i’ve seen him at barry’s. I gotta get you out of that house. i see your bruises. you know all that makeup doesn’t cover it.” he grabs your arm and rolls up your sleeve, showing your bruise from your father. you, flustered, pull away as his tone was demanding.

before you could even respond, kie’s words ring in your ears: “rafe cameron wouldn’t be caught dead eating here, especially alone. he usually spends his time at the country club. to a kook like him, the wreck is a dump. but ever since you started working there, he always sits at the same table almost every day, staring at you your whole shift, and if you aren’t his waitress, he makes a huge fuss. he’s so sweet to you, always.”

“rafe, really, i’m alright. don’t worry about me.”

“stay at mine tonight, y/n. i’ll take care of you.” he sets 1000 dollars down on the table. he usually gives you a 100 or 200 dollar tip but never this much. you barely know rafe.

“rafe, no. i can’t take this. i don’t even know… uh, uh, rafe, i can’t.”

“stop mumbling and take it. your dad spends all his money on drugs and your brother’s too goddamn worried about god knows what to even be home to take care of you. so i’m going to man up and protect you, okay? so shut up.”

that night after your shift, you stay at rafe’s house. he lets you stay in sarah’s room since the camerons are away. for the first time in ages, you finally relax, safe from your abusive father. you fall asleep almost instantly, exhausted from the stress. rafe makes sure you’re comfortable, checking on you throughout the night. when you wake up in the morning, you find a note and breakfast waiting for you. the note reads:

“good morning, sweetheart. had to run some errands. i know we’re very different but i know what you’re going through. stay as long as you need. you’re safe here. - rafe.”

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lettersofalover · 2 days

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-> my hair | emily e. | blurb

emily e. x black!fem!reader

genre: fluffy & sweet

summary: moments between emily & you that made her realize you trust her unlike any other

authors note: this is so unedited i apologize and let’s just ignore that i haven’t updated my other fics!

“so…now what?” emily asked dumbly from behind you. her frame towered over yours and you couldn’t help but laugh at the fact she was staring at your coiled head of hair with a scowl - as if it was an absolute unknown. she was intrigued more than anything, which you knew, yet her face seemed completely the opposite. you learned that she had a naturally unimpressed expression and where it was scary before, it left you laughing these days.

“i’m being forreal!” she argued with a throw of her product covered hands. her rings and watch were discarded on your bathroom counter alongside all the hair products that accompanied your hair care routine. emily was on 2k for an considerable amount of time before she abandoned the entire game to simply talk to you as your washed and deep conditioned your hair.

she was so intrigued and enamored by it, so you offered to let her try to twist a small, minuscule section of your hair. you walked her through the process of simply prepping your hair by re-wetting it, applying the oil and curl pomade.

“you have to twist it, e.” you grabbed a section of your hair and pinned the rest of it back. emily placed her wrists on your shoulders, no doubt adding to the product stained shirt that you only wore on wash days, zeroing in on your hands. “you gotta get a bit of it with the product still wet,” you instructed and pulled two sections apart, “ then get your grip and twist like this.” you moved slowly to show her how to properly grip and twist the hair. you handed off the half way finished twist into her hand. her concentration was unparalleled as she attempted to twist your hair and you admired her unbraided hair. when she wasn’t traveling, her hair was unbraided and flowing naturally down her shoulders. you were surprised by the length of her hair without the signature braids that normally framed her head - you loved to see her as relaxed as she was with you now.

the two of you came a long way from passing each other in the athletics building to actually smiling at one another, then speaking, then following each on the social media before a few days of endless dms. you would talk for hours on end and before you knew it, you were inseparable.

“i don’t like how it looks.” she admitted with a frown. as soon as she released your hair from her hand, it unraveled itself and all of the work she did.

“it’s not that bad…i’m sure my niece could do better but it’s not that bad.” you offered with a laugh and she poked you on the side with a wide smile brightening her face.

“you make it look easy.”

“years of practice. can’t even imagine the amount of hours i’ve spent on my hair.” you said and fixed emily’s attempt of a twist.

“you know your hair was the first thing i noticed about you.” she admitted as she wiped her hands on a towel. she leaned back with her hips against the bathroom counter, facing the opposite direction of you and the mirror.

“really?” you asked, beginning on the next twist. it was second nature to you. you didn’t have to even look in the mirror, instead you held eye contact with your girlfriend.

“mhm. you were all the way across, not even looking my way but your hair grabbed my attention. even though wanted to say something but i got nervous so i backed out.”

“you? nervous?” you laughed at the thought.

“i’m dead ass. you had all those people around you with your suit and heels on. i didn’t know if you were lowkey one of the bosses or what.” she laughed. she admitted early on that she looked you up on social media and the teams staff page before even speaking to you. you weren’t the kind of person to ever meet a stranger so once she opened the door of communication, conversation came naturally on your end which in turn made her feel more comfortable.

“and what would you have done if i was your boss, e?”

“i was gonna find a way.”

“so you were plottin’ on me?”

“pffft, absolutely. you have no clue.” she said with a cross of her arms. “we didn’t keep running into each other on accident.”

“oh you think you’re slick, huh? you know one of the other guys would always ask why you were even on our side of the building and i didn’t even think twice about it.” you chuckled. she truly was planning and plotting on you.

“look at you now, in my place doing your hair on a weekend off. i must’ve done something right” she grinned with a shrug of her shoulders. “i’m really her.”

“wooooow.” you blew out a breath. “is that why you asked me who did my braids that one time? just to talk to me?” you dropped your hands onto your hips and stared up at your girlfriend.

“glad you figured it out. of all the girls on the team i asked you who could refresh my two lil braids.”

“not you being sneaky!” you replied as stood behind you once more, wrapping her large arms around your shoulders and dropping her head into your neck. she placed a teasing nip at your skin.

“not sneaky. just saw you and wanted you.”

“you still want me?” you asked even though you knew exactly what the answer was going to. she moved her lips sloppily against your neck. her lips were hot and wet, sending lightening down your stomach and straight to your core.

“always. want you right now.” she whispered against your skin.

“and if you got me right now, you promise to not mess up my hair?” you teased. she would never turn down a moment of touching or loving you. she was never satiated when it came to you - you tasted better each time she got her hands on you and she loved to voice it.

“all you gotta do is sit on the counter and open your legs, baby. i promise i won’t mess it up…again.” she chuckled and you were happy to oblige to her instructions n

#emily engstler fanfic #emily engstler mood board #emily engstler fic #emily engstler x y/n #emily engstler x reader #emily engstler

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beombear13 · 3 days

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San ATEEZ Head Cannons

genre: smut

warnings: like last time I don’t really remember but I do know that there is strangers smut at the end!

a/n: this is second story! I just really hope you guys like it! I’m gonna start off with head canons before going into actually stories. I may do like a text things idk. But I do hope you guys enjoy. 1/8 ATZ members (request any down below)! Story below the cut!

San who fingers you until your legs are shaking and your hips are desperately pulling away from his fingers. When he’s finally done with you, he makes out with your wet cunt.

San who fucks you into another universe until you have hot tears streaming down your face which makes him laugh at how you can’t take his huge dick and powerful thrusts.

San who sits you on his dick, wrapping his strong arms around you. He covers your lap with a blanket as Yeosang, Mingi, and Jongho sit across from you while watching a movie. He’s making you warm his cock while rubbing your pussy, desperately trying to get you to make a noise to make fun of you later.

San who makes you touch yourself. It was your first time ever. He wanted to know your body and what you liked. So, he watched you touch yourself and when you finally came, he decided to try it himself. He curled his fingers and pumped them deeply inside of you; just how you like it.

San who overstimulates you in the bathroom of his best friend, Wooyoung’s, party. He was on his knees, eating you out while there were loud bangs on the door and shouts of people outside needing to use the bathroom. Nonetheless, he didn’t care and kept going. When he was finally done, he opened the door, holding your hand and dragging you out. As you both passed by, the people gave you two a disgusted look. Your cheeks were red from embarrassment, but San was rather proud.

San who blindfolds you and sits you between his legs, taking an ice cube, rubbing it on your thighs. You shuddered and pushed your hips forward. He slowly brings the ice cubes up to your pussy, but only on your lips. You whined at the teasing. After circling your pussy, he finally pressed the ice cube against your clit causing a loud gasp to leave your mouth. You pushed your hips more into the ice cube. He moved it all around your pussy. Your senses heightened from not being able to see. You opened your legs wider and gripping onto his thigh. He laughed at your loud gasps and moaned. He wrapped one arm around you to still you a little more, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep you down too much from the intense pleasure.

San who was on live, showing off his new 3 plushies that Seonghwa gave him. His cheeks were slowly turning red and his breath seemed heavier than normal. Suddenly, while showing his seconds plushie which was just a regular green frog, he dropped it on the table, his head down. He covered his face with his hands as he got a peak of you, sucking him off. Your lips wrapped tightly around his hard dick. You tapped his leg for him to keep going. He looked up, picking up the plushie and going back to explaining. While doing so, he was stuttering, pausing and forgetting his words. When he was finally done with his show and tell, he had came down your throat. He kicked the table to cover his groan and make it seem like the kick hurt. He apologized again and shortly after, he got off live. He proceeded to fuck your brains out for almost getting him caught by ATINY.

San who lazily laughed as you begged him to fuck you the moment you two woke up. He found this very amusing. His pretty slut begging to be fucked, not even a second after waking up. He’s pretty sure you see his dick in your dreams; and he’s right. You do. He climbs on top of you, pulling up your (his) oversized t-shirt, to reveal that you had no panties on. He threw his head back in laughter which caused you to whine in need. He pulled down his sweats and pushed your knees to your chest, and slipped in. He sighed as he quickly bottomed out. Your moans floated gently out of your mouth as you finally got what you’ve been craving since your dream.

San who makes you cockwarm him one night. You were sitting on his lap, cockwarming him while he was watching a show. It was hard for you to stay silent but eventually (and shockingly) you fell asleep. Soon, he did, too, and the next morning both of you woke up a sweaty and sticky mess. Your thighs were covered in cum as both of you ended up cumming unknowingly from moving around in your sleep.

San who is touch starved and is desperate to be loved so Hongjoong and Mingi take him to a nightclub to see if he could potentially hook up with someone. And they end up finding you. You were there for the same reason. San ended up taking you home that night. The day started with 2 lonely adults and ended with 2 cum covered, but still lonely, adults. Who knows? Maybe you’ll see him again in the future?

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mouvs · 21 hours

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My last uni final exam is in 2 days and I’m actually stressed the fuck out, so to take my mind off it I’m requesting this because the longer I keep starting at my lecture notes the more I’m getting the urge to cry soo here I am anyway can you do joost with female reader and she’s been a more distant towards him and when he asks if she’s ok she lies saying she’s fine but he knows her better than that so he comes over to find her studying knowing she hasn’t gotten sleep or properly eaten in days and she starts crying from the stress and just comforts her, maybe runs her a bath, gets her food, and then plays with her hair till she falls asleep. Don’t feel pressure to do it if you don’t want to and make sure to take care of your self!

Aawww thanks for the request sorry im a bit late to it hope your exam went well love🩷

Take care - joost klein

Its been a few days since joost has had a proper conversation with you as he looked at your latest text messages, he was quite busy himself so it took him a second to see how dry and short you were over texts. He got the sense something wasn’t right, making him feel a little anxious as he decided to stop by.

With a bouquet flowers in his hands he rang your doorbell, shuffling on his feet and playing with the string of his earbuds as he waited for you to open.

He heard a load groan on the other side of the door before it opened “oh joost hi” you sounded surprised “i didn’t know you were coming” you said as you looked at the flowers in his hand.

“I wanted to come check on you ya know see how you are” he said, presenting you the flowers “for you” he said with a big grin showing his theet as he gave you the biggest smile.

“Aw thank you love” you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close “thats really sweet” you whisper in his ear.

As you let him in you went to put the flowers in a vase as joost looked around your appartement.

“Are you sure your doing okay?” He asks, looking around to see your place.. kind of neglected as clothes and other stuff spread around everywhere. You sigh sitting at the kitchen counter bend over your laptop again as you cover your face in your hands. “Ive been busy” you mumble.

“Whats up?” He nonchalantly says as he hovers over you. You lean your head on your arms as you sigh again. “Its to much stress these exams, i have to study so much and i feel like i cant do enough or im to dumb or ill have a black out, did you know i have to do a whole ass presentation?” You sounded more upset by the second as you raised your head to look at him in disbelief.

“Thirty fucking minutes joost what the fuck am i even going to do and i cant even take care of myself at the same time i haven’t eaten a meal in days i mean look at this place” you let out frustrated as you stare at your laptop again.

“Hey babe no” he shushes as his hands caressed your shoulders “your not dumb we’ve been over this you got this dont let the stress cloud your head like that, you gotta stay positive and ask for help when u need it alright i can help you out with… this..?” He said questionable as he pointed at all the words on your screen, making you let out a giggle as you pouted at him.

You sighed “no your right im not dumb its just to much joost” you mumble as you lean into his chest.

“Look since i know you pretty well, lets go over your exam for tomorrow and THEN take a break alright ill take good care of you” he said firmly kissing your cheek before he sat on the chair beside you sliding the laptop infront of him.

He squeezed his eyes and made a few faces as he looked at all of it. “Okay tell you what you explain this shit to me and if i understand it then you pass” he said flashing you his signature grin as he gave you the laptop back making you giggle while you rolled your eyes.

Lets just say it took a little while… joost couldn’t possibly focus on all those hard terms coming out of your mouth as he just mindlessly admired you and giggled when u scolded him to pay attention.

“Hmmm why don’t you take a nice bath while i try to make dinner for us” he said as he looked in all the cabinets of your kitchen.

“What if you blow up my house?” You said raising an eyebrow while turning to him. He gave you a mad face “no i will not blow up your house y/n” he chuckled “if you say so sweetie” you sang as you joined.

The evening ended with the two of you in the couch eating pasta joost made that was actually quite good. You gave him lots of compliments making the boy blush and smile at you like a little boy.

You laid in his lap as you watched your favourite show, his hand in your hair as you enjoyed the comfort and warmth of your boyfriend finally feeling relaxed. “Thank you” you whispered

“Anytime sweetheart” he said, kissing the top of your head.

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thee-horny-thicky · 3 days

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Which of yours fics are your fav? Because I can say with absolute certainty that FES is mine. Savior was okay. And confessions has a lot of potential. I need to read the one with Geto / reader visit Japan and link up with Gojo.

This is so hard to answer, because each fic I write holds a piece of my heart. However, after careful deliberation, I sorted through my 43 fics and selected those I'm fondest of, in no particular order. For anyone interested, I included the links, and their bio :)

The Exchange Student Series (Suguru/Reader. Incomplete)

Take the role of a foreign exchange student who had the misfortune of catching Geto Suguru's attention.

Honey, I'm Home! (Satoru/Reader. Will be expanded)

After being trapped in the prison realm for so long, Gojo is in dire need of release. What better way to do that than paying a visit to his favorite girl?

The Sacrifice (Sukuna/Reader. Will be Expanded)

After stealing, the village priests select you to be sacrificed to an elusive forest beast to avoid his wrath.

Surprise! (SatoSugu/Reader. Complete, but I may do another chapter)

Your boyfriend of a year decided a trip to Tokyo would be the perfect anniversary present. He missed his hometown, and you always wanted to visit. However, he failed to mention that the two of you would be staying with his stunning best friend. He also failed to mention that the two of them liked to share.

Hide & Go Get It (SatoSugu/Reader. Complete)

Satoru and Suguru show you how to play hide and go get it, taking your virginity in the process

Orange Juice and Milk (Francis Mosses/Reader. Incomplete)

You're a lonely housewife, neglected by your workaholic husband, and you're 90% sure he's cheating. As your frustration builds and you grow disillusioned with your marriage, you come up with a way for some relief; Francis Mosses, the neighborhood milkman.

Oh no, he's hot! (Nanami/Reader. Complete)

After Haruta Shigemo was killed, you should've been terrified of the blond giant who set his sights on you. But instead, all you could focus on was how hot he was.

Pretty Young Thing (Gojo/Nanami/Ijichi/Reader. Complete)

Gojo forces Nanami to go to a hostess club with him and quickly becomes captivated by a particularly pretty young thing. Unfortunately, Gojo also has his sights on her. Who will she choose? You decide!

Castaway (Gyutaro/Reader. Complete)

When you become stranded in the middle of the ocean, a merman by the name of Gyutaro takes a liking to you.

Shower Time Comfort (Shoko/Reader. Complete)

After Gojo is cut down, you and Shoko seek comfort within each other.

Mr. Steal Yo' Girl (Dark!Gojo/Reader. Complete)

After beating Sukuna into submission, Gojo decided to rub salt into the wound by claiming the ‘King of Curses’ woman.

Tattoos and Tenderness (Sukuna/Reader. Complete)

While taking you to Pound Town, Sukuna evaluates his feelings for you.

Bunnies and Vices (Bunny!Izuku/Reader. Incomplete)

When you stumble across an injured green rabbit, you just thought you had a little too much to drink and took it home with you. But when the rabbit remains green, you realize you might’ve bit off more than you could chew. And when the rabbit turned into a man, you knew that you were way in over your head.

But, hey, at least he’s cute.

A Little Demonstration (Lucifer Morningstar/Reader. Will be Expanded)

When you ask Lucifer how he exactly took both of Adam's wives, he decides to give you a little demonstration

Blood and Breeding (Doppelganger!Francis Mosses/Reader. Complete, but it may be expanded)

When a Francis appears covered in 'scarlet milk,' you're unsure if you should be scared or horny. He makes that choice for you.

Update Edging (Nanami/Reader. Complete)

While his computer updates, Nanami calls you into his office for a little fun.

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munsonsmixtapes · 2 days

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Show Me

shy!Eddie x extroverted!reader

summary: you help Eddie through your first time sleeping together

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, Eddie sucks on readers tits, reader sucks on Eddie’s nipples, make out session, grinding

Ever since you and Eddie had kissed for the first time, it seemed like all you had been doing since then was making out. Not that you minded. At all. He had become quite the kisser and you were always so desperate to have his lips on yours or wherever he was able to kiss. It didn’t matter as long as they were on your skin. They were so soft and he always tasted like a mixture of mint and tobacco from the cigarettes he would smoke and the gum he would chew to cover up the smell.

He was unlike anyone you had ever been with in that way. Despite how rough he could get sometimes, his words were always so sweet and gentle. He loved worshipping you and telling you just how much he was enjoying himself every time. And you’d do the same, making sure that he knew exactly what you like and what you didn’t. You were both so careful with each other, making sure that the interaction was enjoyed by the both of you equally.

The only light in your room was the candles you had lit to make the atmosphere more romantic. You were on top of Eddie, taking exactly what you wanted from his as he was pliant underneath you. Your hands moved to his hair while his stayed on your back, clutching at the fabric, wanting to move lower, but he couldn’t get himself to.

You pulled away to catch your breath and you could see his brown eyes filling with lust as he looked at you. His chest rose and fell as he caught sight of the look you were giving him. Your pupils were blown and your lips were kiss bitten. You looked like goddam dream.

Eddie’s eyes moved down to your chest, the tops of your tits on display since your tank top had been pulled down some in your movement. His dick felt hard as he caught sight of your hard nipples peeking through the thin fabric. He wanted to touch them, feel them underneath them. He wanted to suck them until your skin was purple and wanted to hear your moans and whines as he worked his magic.

You could see his mouth practically watering as he stared at your chest and you moved closer so they were in his face and brought your lips right by his ear, your breath causing him to shiver.

“You wanna suck on them?” You asked before pulling away. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and watched him nod. He had never done anything like that before, but he was more than willing to try it out.

“Want to so bad,” he whimpered. You grabbed his hands and moved them to the bottom of your shirt. He grabbed onto it and pulled it away from your body, gasping as he got a full view of your tits. He had never seen a pair in real life before and yours were perfect. He slowly reached out to touch them and gave them a squeeze, looking down at them in delight.

“So, how do I do this?” He had no idea what he was doing and wanted you to guide him. He knew that you’d be able to with no problem and wanted to know exactly how to make you feel good.

“It’s just like giving a hickey, but on my tits. Just do whatever feels natural, baby.”

“Oh-okay.”

“Do you want me to show you?” He wanted that so bad. His cock was hardening even more at thinking about it.

“Please,” he begged and you were quick to remove his shirt to get to work. You had seen him shirtless many times but seeing him there, underneath you, so desperate for you made you even more wet. You leaned down and slowly peppered Eddie’s chest with kisses before moving down to the spot right above his nipple. You continued with your kisses, mixing your tongue in with it.

You then began to suck on the spot and Eddie let out a gasp as the foreign feeling. You continued to suck on the skin, eliciting moans from Eddie.

“That feels incredible, baby. Keep going.” You gave the skin another suck and swiped your tongue across the area to diffuse the sting. You then moved down to Eddie’s nipple and swiped your tongue across and Eddie let out a whimper at the feeling.

You straddled his waist and began to grind against his crotch, feeling it harden beneath you as you did so. Between that and you covering his chest in hickeys, he was going crazy. He could feel your wet underwear against his jeans and he felt himself wanting to know what it felt like inside you.

You took the whole thing into your mouth, giving it a hard suck. Eddie’s back arched in pleasure and you took the opportunity to slip your arms behind his back, pulling him closer so you had better access to him.

“So good, baby. Love the way that feels,” he moaned and you sucked some more, swirling your tongue around his nipple as you did so. His hands moved to your back and dug into the skin, scratching up and down it, causing you to whine at the sensation.

You kept grinding against him and he whined at the sensation, telling you how good it felt along the things you were doing to his chest. It was all overstimulating, but there was no way that he’d let you stop.

You removed your mouth from his chest and moved over to his other nipple to give it the same attention. You never expected him to enjoy it that much, but you loved how much he did. He was completely coming undone and he was eating up every single one of your moves.

You licked and sucked until the skin turned a purple color and Eddie came down from him orgasm. His back was back against the bed and you pulled away from him, admiring the marks you had made to his skin, the spots still shining with your spit.

“You wanna try now?” You asked and Eddie nodded in excitement. You laid next to him and he was quick to lay on top of you, his body flush to yours. He was still breathing heavily, but he wasn’t going to let it get in the way of making you feel just as much pleasure as he just experienced.

He lowered his face to your chest and pressed a kiss to the spot in between your breasts. He mimicked exactly what you had done and pressed a few kisses to the spot before introducing his tongue, swirling it around the skin. He then gave it a suck and you gasped at the feeling. He moved his way over to your left tit, continuing to lick and suck as he did so and took no time to lick a strip across your nipple.

He swirled his tongue around the sensitive skin and let out a chuckle as it hardened under his tongue. He gave it a few move licks then took the whole thing into his mouth, giving it a hard suck causing your back to arch in euphoria. You could feel his dick tenting his pants against you and your underwear was dampening even more.

“You want me to take care of that?” You asked in between your moans and felt him shake his head.

“Not now,” he replied as took your nipple between your teeth, giving it a pull. You moaned loudly as your back arched even more and Eddie swore he was going to cum at the sound of it.

“Need your mouth on my cunt, Eddie. Need you so bad. Please.”

“Honey, I don’t know-” he licked his lips. Sucking on your tits was one thing but eating you out was another.

“I need your fingers, your mouth, cock, something.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I can do fingers. Just- tell me what to do, honey.” He wanted your exact instructions to make sure he was doing it right.

“Stick them inside me, Eddie, please.” You were whining, pleading for him. He had never seen you that way and he had to admit that he was eating it up.

He slowly pushed up your skirt and pulled down your underwear, leaning down so he could see it. Just like tits, he has never seen an actual vagina in person, just the diagram from sex ed and the ones he saw when he watched porn. But yours didn’t compare. All of them had been waxed, but yours wasn’t, the curly hair very visible. He liked that, though. That you didn’t feel like you had to shave in order to impress him.

He looked up at you and slowly stuck his fingers inside your cunt, the wet area feeling very strange to him, but he liked it. You moaned at the feeling and looked up at him, noticing that he needed a little coaching.

“Thrust them in and out. Slowly and then you can move faster if you want later.” He did as you said and began thrusting his fingers in and out of you slowly and you moaned once again. God. He could listen that all day. You were so fucking hot.

“Just like that, baby. Keep going.” Eddie quickened his pace and pumped his fingers a little faster and you moaned even louder. If he didn’t get inside you soon, he was going to cream his pants for sure.

“Need to get inside you,” he whimpered and you sat up, nodding enthusiastically.

“Are you sure?” You knew he was a virgin and wanted to be sure that he was ready to take that step.

“Never been more sure about anything in my life.”

“Okay, let’s see it.” You sat up, very interested to see just how big his dick was. Just from the outline in his jeans, you could assume that he was very large.

He removed his pants and underwear in record speed and his dick sprung free. It was even bigger than you could have imagined and you could see beads of pre leaking from it. God, he really did need you.

You grabbed a condom from your bedside table drawer and helped him put it on before laying back on the bed. Eddie hovered over you and you looked into his eyes, bringing your hands up to his cheeks.

“I just want you to know that you can back out at any moment. If you’re uncomfortable or don’t like it, let me know and we’ll stop.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “I’ll let you know.” With that, Eddie lined himself up with your pussy, both of you letting out moans as he entered you. He then began to slowly pump into you and the sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced before but he liked it. He liked it a lot.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to yours as he pumped into you, your moans being captured by his mouth. His hands reached for yours and he gave them a squeeze as moved faster, moans and whines passing through both of your lips. His mouth moved down to your neck and he pressed multiple kisses to the skin as he continued to pump in and out of you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he moaned.

“You’re doing great, hon. Just like that,” you encouraged and he loved hearing those words. Words of affirmation were definitely his love language. He loved being told that he was doing a good job or just general being praised for whatever he was doing.

“Harder?”

“God, yes.” Eddie thrusted the fastest and hardest as he could and you practically screamed, but you hadn’t reached your climax yet. With just a few more pumped, you were sure that you would.

His pressed one more kiss to your shoulder the pulled away, not missing how your tits were bouncing as he pounded into you. You were so perfect underneath him and in that moment, he swore that he was in love with you.

You both reached your climaxes soon after and Eddie pulled out of you and disposed of the condom before joining you under the blanket, your naked bodies pressed together as you cuddled up. You ran his hands through his sweaty hair as you watched his eyes close. You watched him for a while before you drifted into your own sleep, deciding that maybe you were just as if love with him as he was with you.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #shy!eddie munson #extroverted!reader #shy!eddie x extroverted!reader #virgin!eddie munson

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iaeriy · 3 days

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i dare you.. • joão fèlix & pedri

summary; a boring rainy day can have a better fun solution. (based on this request! !!!)

word count; 4.3k!!

warnings; a few spanish sentences, alcohol used, tipsy reader! smut, oral sex;m!f!, doggy style, spooning, anal sex.

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD. okay, this took me a few months..i apologize, yet again if the fic seems rushed, i’m sorry! and and, this is also from my pure imagination and what i kept thinking of, so i’m sorry if anything seems eh. anyways, hope y’all enjoy!💝

It was quite a rainy day in barçelona, the gush of winding hitting against the windows, the sounds of the water droplets hitting the roof almost loudly. The sounds of the tv playing in the background, the fan blowing air as the sounds of the air slightly waved around the atmosphere. You were currently laying down on the sofa, covered under the blanket. Your head resting against your blanket covered palm watching some show, you were slowly dozing off until the chime of your phone woke you up. You grabbed your phone looking at the notification.

pedri: hey y/n

you stared at the text for a few seconds, why did pedri text you? what did pedri exactly need? what is going on? you thought since you two haven’t really talked. you re-read the message again before your fingers pressed the keyboard, the sounds of your acrylics tapping on the screen making you slightly cringe.

you: whats up?

pedri: me and joão were just talking about you and we thought of driving by your house, just to y’know. hang out, it’s been awhile..

he wrote as your eyes slightly widened, what were they talking about? Did they talk bad about you? Was anything positive mentioned? So many thoughts ran through your head as you gulped down your saliva, fingers touching the keyboard yet again.

you: yeah sure! just be careful on the road!

you wrote back before resting your phone on the sofa, you began walking around the living room slightly confused with the text messages, it’d only been awhile. You, pedri and joão use to be close as a trio that was only because of joão when you first moved to barçelona and he introduced you to pedri due to not having any friends or just not knowing anybody in general. you sat back down on your sofa, looking down at your phone every 5 to 10 minutes. Suddenly you heard the doorbell ring through the house then a knock on the door, you looked at the door running to the small mirror. you fixed your hair putting your hair up in a bun, fixing the straps of your tanktop that were already falling off your shoulder before hearing the doorbell again.

“I’m coming! Just wait jesus!” You said before sprinting to rhe door, you opened it as you looked up. They there were, pedri was looking around while joão was looking down at you. You slightly smiled, “so are we just going to stand here getting rained on?” He spoke, you shook your head, “n-no..just come i-in..” you stuttered shocked when pedri looked at you, you went back inside. The sounds of both boys stepping in your house heard behind you as you walked to the kitchen, both boys stood there looking at you. “so what are we exactly doing..i mean you two show up and don’t say anything..”

you walked over to the living room before you sat back down on the couch, joão sat next to you resting his hand on his thigh, giving it a small squeeze. you held in the whimper you slightly wanted to let out, “..what are you doing..” you whispered, he smirked turning his head around. you scoffed to yourself slapping his hand off now sitting criss crossed while pedri was looking for something to drink, you were watching whatever joão had put on. “here.” pedri said, you widened your eyes. “we’re drinking?” you said grabbing the alcohol from him, “maybe, it wasn’t my idea tho..” he said sitting next to you, now next to you as you were in the middle in between both boys.

“oh it was yours..” you said looking at joão, he chuckled nodding his head. you rolled your eyes, taking a sip from the bottle. pedri rested his hand on your thigh while you were busy watching the movie, you looked at him head turning quickly. “w-what are y-you..” you said quietly, he smiled as you rolled your eyes. you continued drinking out the bottle, distracted by watching the movie. his hand began to trail closer to your inner thigh, you slightly choked on your drink. joão looked at you from the corner of his eyes as you smacked pedris hand off, “estás bien?” (are you okay?) joão spoke, you nodded your head. “s-si..” you said, he smirked looking away. your cheeks flushing with pink tint.

after a few bottles down the drain..

now sitting on the carpet, you were laying down staring up at the ceiling. “this is so boringg..there’s nothing to..mm..do..” you said holding back a burp before you sat up, your head was heavy due to the alcohol that got to you. you got up, your legs feeling wobbly before pedri stood up and followed you. you were bending down grabbing another bottle, suddenly you were yanked. “h-hey! what the fuck!” you whined out, he chuckled taking you back. “come on we can do something fun..” he spoke chuckling, you tumbled around as he was holding you by your arms walking you back to the living room. you plopped yourself on the carpet yet again, “what now..” you rolled your eyes, swallowing down youe saliva nervously. your eyes dilated as you looked around, “hmmmm..we can play a little game..” joão spoke.

you giggled looking at him, “truth or dare..” you murmured rubbing your eyes, pedri chuckled at your drunk state. “okayy..i’ll start then.” joão said, you watched him sip the drink out his bottle. you gulped looking at his hands, god he looked so fucking handsome, you scanned what he wore, his hands and the accessories placed on him—you bit down on your lip, he was so..perfect..suddenly the dozing got caught up to you, pedri slapped your arm. you winced looking at him, “ca..can you not!” you said grumbling before standing up, you walked to the fridge not caring what he had to say, your hand opening the fridge. you grabbed another bottle walking to the counter, joão watched you from head to toe, you looked at him while you were opening the bottle, he winked at you as you blushed heavily. you chugged half the bottle walking back to the living room, you sat down criss crossed again on the carpet.

pedri grabbed the bottle from you, a whine coming out your mouth. “wh..why..” you said, he chuckled. “can we just play..” you whined loudly, joão chuckled. “okay, okay..i’ll start like i said..” he spoke chuckling, “pedri, truth or dare.” he spoke, you tried grabbing the bottle, his hand smacking your arm off as you whined. “hmm, why not dare..” he said, you rolled your eyes. your eyes suddenly narrowing down to joãos fingers, you gulped, you were distracted not even paying attention. “i dare you..to give y/n a hickey..” he spoke, you looked up at joão quickly then pedri. “wh-wha!” you said, pedri looked at you, you gulped. “come on..don’t back up on this..” joão aid, you looked at him. “ya didn’t know you were going to do a different type of truth or dare!” you said before pedri grabbed your chin, you looked at him, confused eyes dilated.

he chuckled before leaning to your neck, attacking your neck with his lips planting wet kisses on your skin. you held onto his bicep, you whimpered feeling his left hand squeeze your thigh, fingers running and pressing hardly onto your clothed clit. you bit down on your lip holding your sounds in, he began to suck on a noticeable area. you whiny moaned feeling his teeth gaze against your skin, “h-how much l-longer..!” you stuttered out, joão chuckled watching you. “just a few more seconds pretty.” he said, you whined as pedri pulled off you. you smacked his cheek playfully, crawling off sitting far from pedri. “your turn y/n..” he said, you gulped. “i dare you..to take off your shirt..” you told pedri, he smirked not hesitating. your cheeks slightly brushing pink. you cleared your throat, thighs rubbing against each other holding back a whimper. joão smirked noticing your body movements, “pedri..i-it’s u-um..your t..turn..” you said, he nodded his head. “hmmm..i dare you..y/n..to makeout with joão..” he spoke, joão shot his head up looking at you, you gulped again. the thought making your core slightly form a wet patch on your panties, “wh-why! why aren’t n-none of y-you choosing..t..truth!” you said whining, he shrugged before joão looked at you.

“ m’sure it won’t be that bad pretty..c’mere..” he said fingers making a “come here” signal, you blushed heavily. now it was really really getting into you. he had his legs laid down, back against the sofa, you swallowed down youe saliva nervously. you crawled over to him, one legs crossing against his thigh before straddling his other thigh. you sat on his crotch, he groaned looking up at you. He pulled down your bun letting your hair fall down from your bun slowly, you blushed. you cupped his cheek, caressing it, your lips touching against his as you began to move your lips against his, kissing him deeply. he kissed back, hands squeezing hardly onto your ass. you moaned in between. your hands tangling in his damp hair from the rain, your hips slowly rocking rubbing yourself against his black cargos for friction. “hey..you’re going to lead yourself..” he panted in between, whispering quietly. you whined, nodding your head.

meanwhile for a tipsy pedri his cock was aching in the fabric of his boxers, watching and narrowing every little movement of yours. he watched your ass move back and forth, the truth or dare was about to get serious.

your lips kept moving, as for joão getting tired of the repetitive motion, he slipped his tongue between—kissing you with his tongue, you kissed back sucking onto him giggling. you cupped his cheeks, still grinding yourself against his bulge, making your heart flutter, you wanted. you craved. you wanted him, not as you wanted both boys. his hand, harshly squeezed your ass again, you bit his bottom lip holding back the moan you were going to let out, you pulled away breathing heavily, smacking his head before crawling off. “w..whos turn is it now..” you said sitting up. you looked over at pedri, eyes narrowing down to his bulge. your eyes widened, before clearing your throat. “mines. now let’s seee..” he spoke tilting his head, you frowned. “y/n! truth or dare.” he said, you looked at him. “dare..” you mumbled, joão watched the both of you. “i dare you..to go infront of the two of us and take your shirt off..” he spoke loud and clear, you got up all wobbily.

both boys now sitting infront of you, you shakily breathed out a sigh. your hands reaching to the bottom of your tank top, you pulled it up your abdomen, now at the bottom of your boobs. you giggled before you pulled your shirt off, your boobs bouncing out the top. you looked at both of them, you felt your wetness. “come here..” pedri said, you walked over to him, getting down on your knees. he chuckled, grabbing your cheek in his palm, he kissed you this time. you kissed back cupping his cheek, moving his palm out the way. you were in between both boys, you felt a cold touch warn around your back, to suddenly your boob. you whimpered, before looking down to find joão’s hand on your chest. “see how aroused you are when we’re around you pretty..” joão whispered, you whined at the comment. “please..” you breathlessly whined. he chuckled kissing your neck, meanwhile pedri was already pulling off your shorts.

your body felt wobbly, as if you were about to give up. you looked at pedri, moving his hand off. “can we..go to my room..” you said breathlessly, he chuckled. “migt wanna pull this off then..” he spoke, joão smirked looking at you. you rolled your eyes playfully standing up, your shorts now pooling around your ankles as you kicked them off. your white thong now in display. you walked all the way upstairs to your room, both boys following you behind, you stood by the bed, ankles resting next to it. joão towering your figure—“sit pretty..” he whispered, you sat down on the bed, legs slightly parting. “what should we do with you..” pedri spoke softly, tilting his head. you gulped yet again, “what do you think..” joão spoke chuckling, you were in a shy embarrassment moment. “want you both..” you whispered looking up at both the left winger and the midfielder standing infront of you.

you stood up, hands cupping pedris cheek. you kissed him deeply, his hand squeezing the skin of your ass, knitting and squishing it. your free hand finding the button of his jeans, unbuttoning them, your palm rubbing his boner. you pulled the band down, his cock springing out as you looked down—you blushed heavily, “you’re so big..” you whispred in between, hand pumping him slowly. he groaned, a giggle slipping out your mouth. you pulled away giggling again, you slightly stumbled, your back hitting against joãos chest. you turned around, you wrapped your arms around his neck giggling, hands holding your waist. you kissed him deeply, he kissed back his hand moving to your ass. your hands fidgeting with joãos shirt raising it up, he took it off kissing you deeply. you kissed back, sliding your tongue in between. his hand fondling with your boob, he pushed you down on the bed.

he towered above you, you unbuttoned his pants. boxers now in display, you nearly drooled at the sight of his print, “lay down..” he said you did what he told you so, pedri scooted you by your shoulders closer to the edge. head dangling off, “h-hey!” you spoke, joão smacking your boob harshly. “trust us on this..it’ll be night changing..” he smirked, kneeling back down. not even a minute or second after joão spoke, pedri was right infront of you, “open up.” he spoke, you sticked your tongue out. he entered your mouth as you decided to play around, your tongue licking the base up and down, licking in circles the little vein above the tip. he groaned feeling your mouth possibly everywhere. On the other hand for a sneaky mister sequeira, he was crouched down on the floor, he pulled down your panties and without hesitation he licked in between your folds. your eyes widened, choking on a small moan. he began licking and wrapping his mouth around your clit, burrying his face in between. you moaned around pedri, your hands finding joãos hair. he continued licking around, collecting up your wetness from the top to the bottom of your pussy.

your hands tangling in his hair feeling him suck around your clitoris, you moaned uncontrollably around him. pedri groaned at the warmness around him, he fondled with your boobs. You whined, slightly gagging around him. “f-fuck..th-they’re so soft..” he groaned out, you ‘hmphed’ at his comment. he chuckled slapping your boob, you whimpered. he thrusted himself slowly in and out of your mouth. As for a mister fèlix underneath you, his head was deep burried in your cunt, sucking harshly onto your hardened pearl. His tongue doing the work, gliding up and down. you shut your legs just a bit, his head now squished by your thighs, he moaned around your pussy. he pulled away, kissing your thigh before his finger collected up the mixture of spit and your wetness. he slipped one finger in, slowly thrusting his finger. your hand held onto his head as his mouth wrapped around your clit again. he began using his tongue and mouth passionately and sloppily as if he was kissing you. you raised your hips into his mouth.

he chuckled pressing down on your stomach laying you down, you whined. “little baby..so fucked out..want more..” he said, you moaned in response the vibration making pedri push his cock deeper. you gagged around his length as joão slipped another finger inside of you. his fingers curling around your walls, hitting every spot you could never find yourself. your hand gripping onto his hair, the warmth in your stomach increasing within every thrust. he licked aroind your clit, fingers still pumping in and out of you. you felt pedri twitch in your mouth, you swirled your tongue around. “m-more..” you gurgled out, he chuckled pushing himself deeper into your mouth. you gagged loudly around him, you gripped onto his thighs. he chuckled, groaning uncontrollably. you felt saliva on the sides of your lip, your mouth and throat aching, joão continued thrusting his fingers, making your eyes roll back. your body felt as if it werent even there, the pleasure was overwhelming.

you gagged around pedri again when you closed your lips around him. you felt him twitch in your mouth, his hand holding your throat watching his print, a breathless chuckle coming out of you making your stomach flutter. “g’nna cum in your mouth..” he groaned out, you moaned happily around him swirling your tongue around him. “yeah i know you want it..” he chuckled, still thrusting deep into your mouth. You gripped onto the sheets, initiating your breathing through your nose. joãos fingers going in deeper, thrusting into your g-spot causing you to moan loudly. Your legs closing around his head, causing him to chuckle. He kept lapping his tongue around your pussy, causing you to grip onto his hair now. Your mouth not being available to speak or do any sort of noise due to pedri.

You felt pedri twitch in your mouth, your eyes slightly widening. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m close..” he groaned, you moaned yet again, around him. He chuckled, squeezing your boob causing you to cry out a moan, his hips snapping at a quicker pace making you gag around him. Your thighs began trembling as your orgasm began to come in closer, the tight coil feeling filling your tummy up with warmness. You moaned uncontrollably, joãos tongue flicking over your sensitive pearl. He curled his fingers up into your g-spot, making your eyes roll back, causing you to see stars. Just with that, you came around his fingers with a cry. He pulled his fingers away, licking off your juices. He kitty licked your clit, causing your thighs to twitch.

“you taste..so..good..” joão moaned into your pussy, causing you to moan. Pedri continued thrusting himself into your mouth, he twitched inside your mouth indicating he was closer. You cried out, becoming overstimulated. Pedri, came inside your mouth minutes later, his cum shooting down into your mouth as you swallowed every single bit, he pulled his cock out your mouth. Stroking himself, as little tiny bits of it fell onto your boob. João pulled away from your pussy as you looked down at him, you giggled crawling closer to him. You wrapped your arms around him, in a giggling mess. He held your waist, kissing you deeply. You kissed back still on your knees, your hand sneaking down to joão’s cock. You slowly stroked him, slightly adding pressure as you jerked your hand up and down.

He moaned into your mouth, you whiny moaned into his feeling pedri shove himself inside you. You struggled to kiss back as he began to thrust deeply into you, joão pinched you nipple, rubbing it in circles. You moaned into his mouth again. He pulled away, you looked at him, eyes heavy and glossy. He sat on his knees, you slightly crawled to him. Pedri gripped on your hips, thrusting harder into you. You whimpered, looking down at joão’s member. Your mouth widening at the size, he chuckled. “What’s up?” He said, ruffling your hair. You gulped, shaking your head. “I-It won’t..f-fit..” you said, he held your jaw. Pushing himself closer, your tongue laid out. “It will fit baby, don’t worry.” He winked, you bit your lip. He tapped on his dick, causing droplets of precum drop onto your tongue.

You took the tip of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. Pedri continued thrusting harder and quicker into you, causing your ass to smack against his pelvis. Your moans and whimpers muffling against joão’s dick, joão bit his lip. Hand on top of your head, attempting not to push your head deeper or even grip onto your hair tightly. Pedris hands gripping tighter onto your hips, causing your tummy to reform the heat wave of pleasure back up again. You pushed your head deeper, slowly trying to adjust to joão’s size, your jaw already aching at the size you can’t take much in. You gripped onto joão’s hips. You bobbled your head, stroking his length counter clockwise while adding a bit of pressure down onto him, causing him to moan. “F-Fuck, you’re so..good at t-this..” he grunted, hand tugging onto your shirt. You looked up at him, maintaining eye conact as sinful noises slipped out of his lips.

Your core starting to slowly ache, begging for attention of touchness. You grabbed joão’s free hand, “pleasee..” you slobbered out, gagging around his length feeling him push deeper. He chuckled at the way he teased, his fingers rubbing your core in circles, causing you to moan uncontrollably. He groaned at the warmness of your mouth, his fingers doing the work, rubbing them in between your folds. You whined, starting to feel your orgasm forming again. “Taking both of us so good..” pedri whispered as he leaned closer to your ear, he kissed your neck. You blushed heavily, your cheeks and face all heated up at the moment happening.

You couldn’t believe it, your brain was drifted off to a cloudy foggy mindset full of pleasure. Your body was all sweaty, sticky and shaking. You just couldn’t believe it, all just because you played truth or dare involved with drinking. You loved drinking because of how amazing you felt, but you also hated it because of how moody and horny you’d get. Now here you were, being fucked and mouth fucked by your best friends.

You started drooling on joão’s cock, he looked down picking up the saliva with his two fingers. “You’re drooling everywhere cariña..” he teased, stroking your jaw forcefully making you look up at him, your eyes all teary as your orgasm drew closer. This was going to be more than an orgasm. Your cries muffled against joão’s cock, his fingers rubbing your core faster. You arched your back, crying out yet again. Your juices scattered everywhere onto the sheets as you squirted, your walls tightening as joão came in your mouth, pushing your head deeper. You felt small droplets fall onto your back, you knew pedri had technically painted your back with his drops of cum. You pulled your mouth away looking up at joão, breathing heavily you rubbed your eyes.

“You squirted everywhere..” pedri chuckled, you rolled your eyes. You watched joão lay down, you crawled over to him. Letting one leg rest against his thigh, you sunk yourself down, you moaned as you slowly began to roll your hips, “You haven’t had time in me yet..” you pouted, squeezing your tits together, his eyes slightly widened at your tone. You fondled with your boobs, giggling. He held onto your thigh, you locked hands with his. You slowly began to twerk down onto him, ass smacking against his inner thighs, you giggled between your moans. You turned your head around, looking at pedri. You winked at him, biting your lip. He chuckled, he positioned himself infront of your ass, you turned your head to look over your shoulder. He spat down, grabbing his length as he pushed himself into your other hole, causing you to roll your eyes. You gripped onto joão’s shoulder, “f-fuck!” You moaned out, stopping your movements. joão thrusted his hips underneath you, meanwhile pedri began to slowly thrust himself into your other hole, your eyes rolling back as you moaned uncontrollably.

You arched your back, moaning uncontrollably. Both boys penetrating you, causing you to mumble and moan out incoherent words. joão held onto both your boobs, he kissed your tits. he began sucking onto your nipples, letting his tongue swirl around your perky nipples. You held onto his arm, whimpering in between your moans. Pedri smacked your ass, you moaned at the smack. Your walls began to tighten again, your third orgasm of the night coming in closer. You rested your head against pedris chest, “c-close..”you moaned out, pedris hand, traveled down to your clit. João twitched inside of you, you whimpered as the pleasure overwhelmed you. joão grabbed yoir hips, moving you up and down, you flicked your hair to the side, panting and moaning uncontrollably. You held onto the bedframe, trembling underneath.

You came with a loud moan, falling on joão’s chest. Your walls tightening causing joão to unexpectedly slip out, as cum landed on his tummy. You breathed heavily, burrying your face in his neck. Pedri squeezed your ass, causing you to whimper. He laid down on the other side of the bed. You laid on joão for a bit before you fell and laid in the middle of both boys. You looked up at your ceiling, taking whatever just happened in, your chest heaving up and down. joão’s fingers were resting on your thigh while pedris hand was on your waist. You sighed shakily, “i-i’m tired..” you mumbled. “Y-You two are s-staying?” You said, pedri nodded. “you have to deal with a hungover tomorrow..” he said, joão chuckled. “Thanks to you..” pedri scoffed.

you smirked to yourself with the idea of tonight.

#𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬ꪆৎ𓏲 ๋࣭#football imagine #football x reader #football smut #pedri smut #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #joao felix smut #joao felix imagine #joao felix x reader

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 1 day

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the boys crush is putting on chapstick, accidentally maybe a little too much, while deciding where to wipe it off...they choose violence! they decided to wipe the extra on his face MWAH they smack a kiss onto the boys cheek and run! they evade capture somehow and the guys end up having to go home. they get caught out in the sun for a little too long. when they get home they realize their whole face is burnt/ tanned- except for one kiss-shaped spot on their cheek. that chapstick had SPF in it. whatre they gonna do

Lmao this is a funny idea! Here's how I think they would each react

Takemichi- He honestly doesn't care at all, he's too busy cherishing the mark and the memory to get annoyed or upset. He's also very exited to show his friend's tomorrow and boast about it.

Mikey- Hmm? He's a bit confused at first and tries to rub the mark off but then it dawns on him. Smiling, he decides to do the same to you tomorrow, you don't get to defeat the former leader of toman that easily.

Draken- Groaning he looks at his face again, isn't sure how he can go to work with his face looking like this. The kiss was a nice surprise but he wishes it didn't happen that way!

Baji- This just so happened to take place on the day he was supposed to visit his mum. So he had to sit through her laughing, asking lots of questions and her wanting to meet his "secret lover". He vows to get you back for this.

Chifuyu- Takes a picture of himself to remember this, then softly touches the mark. He knows he should be worried or annoyed about this but you finally kissed him so how can he be annoyed???

Mitsuya- Chuckles at your antics and tries to figure out how to cover the mark. It actually probably inspires him in some way and gives him a new outfit or accessory idea.

Hakkai- Eyes widen the second he sees the mark, he's questioning why you kissed him more then the mark though. Does this mean you actually like him!?

Pah- Has no idea what to think about this, calls Peh and tells him all about though.

Peh- Mutters a lot about you after seeing it and how annoying you are, it's obvious to anyone who can hear him though that he's lying.

Smiley- He's blushing and saying he's gonna kill you and is just generally a mess. Badly wishes he had caught you so he could've kissed you back. He's definitely going to try the next time he sees you.

Angry- He's still shocked even after he get's home, the mark kinda doesn't make a difference since he's already so surprised. Spends a long time staring at the mark thoughtfully.

Mucho- Is honestly impressed that you not only managed to catch him off guard with a kiss but that you also then managed to get away from him. Maybe he's underestimated you, he won't make that mistake again.

Sanzu- Takes this as definitive proof that you must like him, that was your way of confessing right??? And you even marked him to show everyone.

Kisaki- Frowns while looking at the mark, he definitely appreciates the kiss but he has a big meeting tomorrow and he can't go in with this on his face.

Hanma- Walks around shamelessly showing the mark on his face off, thinks it's cool and wonders how you'll react to seeing it. Blows kisses at you when he sees you and points to the mark.

Kazutora- Goes to talk about what just happened and the mark to the only people he knows he can trust and who won't laugh, the cats at the petshop. Spends the rest of the day talking to them about you and what happened, trying to make sense of it himself.

Inui- Doesn't really care what others think of him with the mark but he knows he'll have to deal with Shinichiro making a big deal over it. Curses you slightly but can't find it in himself to actually be bothered, not when you finally kissed him.

Koko- Immediately cancels all meetings the second he sees it, Kisaki may be mad but oh well. He really wishes you didn't run away, he has so much he wants to say you and that he's hoping to hear fron you. His no1 priority is finding you.

Taiju- He's laughing. You really think you can get away with that? That he'll let you only give him a quick kiss like that? Oh he's definitely getting revenge for this and for you to give him a proper kiss.

Izana- You marked him? Izana hums thoughtfully as he looks at himself in the mirror before grinning. He's thinking about marking you back, leaving bite marks over your neck and seeing how you like it. You are the one who started it after all.

Kakucho- He's blushing so much, he just keeps replaying the memory of the kiss in his head. He's not really sure what it means though, why did you run? Wants to ask Izana for advice but knows he'll laugh at him.

Ran- Decides the kiss mark is actually kinda a look and decides to keep it instead of trying to cover it. Will tell everyone you did this and boast as much as he can, all while smiling smugly at you.

Rindou- Immediately works on trying to cover the mark, Ran is definitely not allowed to see this.

Shion- He's definitely boasting a bunch about this, though he's not mentioning the whole part about you running away and him not being able to catch you. He excitedly points to the mark a lot.

Mochi- He isn't sure if he's more embarrassed about the kiss, you getting away from him or the mark. But he's very embarrassed.

South- Is very excited about this, he views it as a game between the two of you now. And it's his turn to give you a sneak kiss now. Doesn't even care about the mark, actually he thinks it's nice that for once it's not an injury marking him.

Wakasa- Frowns before smiling slightly at the mark on his cheek. Thinks it's cute how you'd do something like that but then get so embarrassed that you run. He wants more though.

Benkei- Makes a loud "huh!???" when he notices it. Definitely wants to talk to you even more now, why did you just do that!???

Shinichiro- He's practically jumping for joy, even after noticing the mark. Wears it proudly to show everyone that someone does like him!!!!

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev

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ghostykapi · 2 days

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Lunch

kim dahyun & fem!reader

:3 spice so kids scram

dahyun isn’t sure that this is a good idea

the cameras are rolling though, so the production staff thinks it is a good idea

twice has been booked and busy with schedules. any time to rest seems like just enough to have some sleep, so any free time for dahyun to properly spend with you is through mundane tasks and in between schedules

normally this wouldn’t be such a bad thing, but today is different.

yesterday morning she woke up to you rummaging through the drawers, only in a sports bra and shorts after a morning run. the problem of her neediness starting from there.

lunch at her favorite restaurant wasn’t any better, your y2k inspired outfit providing her eyes a feast. the fit crop top and the low rise jeans proved to be a dangerous combo. her hands wouldn’t leave your waist even during practice later that afternoon

the late dinner back at home made her frustration grew. your choice to wear only a oversized shirt making her fight the air. your innocent smile and your sleepy demeanor preventing her from pouncing on you at all

now she sits and looks at the mirror with a stoic face, trying to keep it together as her eyes wander to you. the sports bra and baggy sweat pants combo isn’t a wow eye popping combo to anyone, but when she sees the way it highlights your abs and arms and your oh so bitable neck she kinda loses it

she’s barely even listening, save for the important key phrases she heard from the choreographer, so much so that when a quick 15 minute break is in session, she’s still breathing deeply and staring at you, wondering if you’re thinking the things she wants to do to you

the cameras sitting inside of the room also like the view, with you always interacting with it, telling silly things to once that will only be heard once the comeback is in full swing

“guys” you’re whispering to the camera, so sure that the others won’t hear “dahyun looks so pretty today but i won’t tell her that, so instead i’m going to bother her”

you smile, with your sharp teeth and all, before bouncing away from the camera and to dahyun, who’s hands immediately cover you up with her jacket that she brought

“i can’t believe you” she’s barely even mad, she’s just pretending to scold you so she doesn’t get distracted

“but” you pout “you like this outfit”

“i do” her voice lowers, and it gets you thinking into something “but i don’t like sharing remember?”

“i do” dahyun barely notices it, but you’ve managed to lead her outside of the practice room and into a convenient ‘out of order’ comfort room “i just wanna look good for mommy”

that short circuits her brain, the panic visibly shown on her face and it makes you giggle. it’s then that you lock the door, push her to sit on the marble sink and kiss her, hands gripping on whatever clothing that it can hold

“baby” she’s trying to push you away, but she knows if she continues any longer than this she will not be able to focus at all in practice “baby please”

her hands, are now scratching your exposed skin, not enough to leave any marks but enough for you to whimper while kissing her

“can’t keep your hands to yourself mommy?” you’re voice is her favorite sound, but when it’s raspy and needy for her it makes her lose her very composure “i know what will help”

she tries so hard, she really does, but when you lips kiss her neck, she lets out a moan that she is quick to cut off, remembering where they are

“shhh you don’t want the others to hear you don’t you?” dahyun must be under a spell, because now you’re hand has manage to pull down her sweatpants and underwear, leaving for you to use your fingers to part her lips, simply teasing her even further “unless of course you like that mommy. you want them to see how much of a good girl i am for taking care of you hm?”

you’re evil, laughing as you get on your knees and make a show of making a one slow lick from bottom to top

dahyun prays to god for the strength she needs to stay absolutely quiet

“we don’t have time” despite how evil you can be, you know when to not push your luck today. so get to work and start eating her out, a finger teasing her entrance while you do

it doesn’t take long, your enthusiasm and dahyun’s neediness, your now pumping in two fingers at a respectable fast pace, all while you’re eating her out like you’ve been starving for days

“that’s it” with this rate of your fingers moving and your tongue, dahyun wishes she can be a bit more louder, but she settles with deep breaths and holding your hand “so good baby, you’re so good at fucking me”

you’re sure to make her weak to even practice for the next hour, because your nails are digging on her thighs, said thighs are crushing your head and her hands are desperately grasping anything other than your hair and the white marble counter to get a grip

she’s so close, the peak is right there. just within one’s grasp. she just needs to hear you say the words

“cum for me”

dahyun’s moan is cut off, the only sound both of you can hear is your own mouth on her pussy, sucking and lapping any of her cum that’s dripping out of her. she can barely breathe, and yet when she looks down at you, looking up at her with doe eyes and a lopsided smile, scattering kisses all over her thighs, her brain goes a bit overdrive

in the nick of time you manage to clean her up and help her get back her reigns, promising to give her some of your energy bar and your sports drink to keep her energy up through the day. her body leaning towards you as you both finally move to leave the ‘pit of order’ comfort room

“you want to continue that tonight?” you can’t wait for tonight, can’t wait for her to get back at you and claim what’s hers

“tonight” you let her kiss you again to seal the deal “i’ll get back at you tonight”

the thing is, as you both emerge from the ‘out of order’ comfort room, both mina and momo also emerge from the supply closet just a couple of steps down

dahyun and mina both stare at each other, faces red at the realization of the implication

you and momo simply smile at each other, happy to get a early lunch

#twice x reader #twice scenarios #twice imagine #twice imagines #kim dahyun #kim dahyun reactions #kim dahyun imagines #kim dahyun scenarios #kim dahyun imagine #kim dahyun x reader #twice fluff #twice smut

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theaceace · 13 hours

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I know that canonically (show-wise, at least) St Hilarion's worked to cover up Charles' death, and nothing was ever really done about the disappearance of Edwin and the other boys, but even so, do you think the school has a reputation for being haunted??

I'm imagining Niko following various ghost-hunter groups online, especially when the agency doesn't have many cases going on, and occasionally the boys will mirror hop over to an interesting-sounding location, and they'll even get a real case as a result

So when she tells them that one of the teams is planning to investigate St Hilarion's (either it's been closed for a while or they have special permission to go during the summer holidays), Edwin and Charles steel themselves and decide to go, in case there are other ghosts there that need help ('can't imagine a worse place to be trapped for the rest of my afterlife' says Charles, who has been to literal hell. Edwin, who spent 70 years in literal hell, agrees)

So they go, with Niko and Crystal as moral/emotional support, except when they get there they realise they've fucked up and are there on the same day/night as the ghost hunters. They could come back some other time, but what if there really are ghosts here that are suffering? No one wants to take that chance, so Crystal uses her powers to convince them that she and Niko are there for work experience, or are friends of a friend, or are here to replace one of the tech guys who called in sick

Both Charles and Edwin are tense and uncomfortable returning to the place they died - Edwin had gone there after he escaped Hell because he didn't know where else to go, but they've built themselves a home now with the agency. This isn't like before, when it was the closest place to familiar he could find. Charles, meanwhile, feels colder and colder the longer they're there - his hair is wet, there are bruises flaring and spreading, and a faint rattle in his chest that would have become pneumonia if he'd lived long enough

But they need to be sure there aren't any other lost ghosts stuck here that need their help crossing over, so they keep going

(maybe, as a consequence of a door to hell being opened in the school, there are unusual happenings, maybe there's still a place where the line between earth and hell is very thin, maybe there's some fragment of a demon left behind, and they can do something about it)

Anyway, the most important thing is that Charles, either accidentally or in a fit of pique at the whole situation, knocks something over just as one of the paranormal investigators is asking for spirits to make their presence known. In fact, this happens repeatedly - the boys move things, change things around, their presence is detected somehow with the equipment. Crystal and Niko are doing their best to distract the team and ruin as much of the footage as possible, and at least once the boys do something on purpose, maybe because someone is being a creep to the girls (and yes, they both know that Crystal and Niko are more than capable of taking care of themselves, but this way scares the asshole more and is also funnier), and then also to fuck with their readings

Anyway, it's coming to the end of the night, the problem has been identified, and whaddaya knows, of course it's in the attic where they both died. This is fine, why wouldn't it be fine. They get started, draw some (invisible, ghostly) runes and start working their magic when, of course, the paranormal investigators turn up, because this is thought to be the most 'active' area of the school, and the body of a schoolboy was found here in the 80s

Yeah, they try to contact 'any of the boys who disappeared in 1916' and Charles. It would be fine if they weren't so irritatingly loud, Edwin's trying to concentrate, and Charles is now shivering and dripping wet, but they managed to ignore the team right up until they start speculating that Charles was killed by one of the angry spirits from 1916

At which point, Charles - half visible, clearly enraged, looking very much like the half-drowned and frozen kid he was, like a proper ghost - tells them to fuck off already before they get hurt, they don't understand anything, and how dare they give a shit now when it's too late

Which is, of course, the exact moment Edwin finishes the spell, and causes some sort of a magical rebound that fritzes the cameras for a second, throws furniture around, and knocks them all flying. When the cameras start up again, they catch Edwin kneeling by Charles, holding his hand, and softly telling him that it's ok, it's over, they can go now. Charles sniffs and smiles and knocks their foreheads together and says yeah, let's get out of here, and together they fade from view

The investigators think this means gay love can pierce the veil of death and save the day that now that the truth of their story is known the ghosts have moved on, and it's all thanks to them! How beautiful, how wonderful, how affirming! Perhaps one of the boys from 1916 tried to help Charles, and when that didn't work, they both stayed to try and protect other people from these violent spirits, and now their unfinished business is finished! It's so tragic and touching story

Charles and Edwin, who are putting their tools back in the backpack, roll their eyes and smile at each other

On the way out, Charles swipes the memory cards from the cameras, Edwin inscribes a couple of sneaky runes on various pieces of equipment to fuck with it, and Crystal uses her powers to make sure they all remember a couple of details differently, so later they won't be able to agree on a bunch of stuff

The episode they were trying to make can't be released, their social media posts about the experience are full of details that don't match up, and fans are bitterly disappointed

Crystal and Niko watch the footage Charles stole with Jenny and the Night Nurse back at the agency. Jenny turns it into a drinking game. Charles does a dramatic reading of the posts with added commentary while Edwin pretends he's not laughing. They buy t-shirts of the paranormal investigators and wear them ironically. They leave anonymous comments

Just. The dead boy detectives having to work around ghost hunters, in a world where ghosts definitely, tangibly exist

#dead boy detectives #charles rowland #edwin payne #crystal palace #niko sasaki #Not exactly a writing tag

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lieslab · 2 days

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Daddy issues

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Pairing: Chan X gn reader

Summary: A simple phone call from your father and Chan's added anger makes you mentally crumble.

Genre: Angst & comfort/hurt

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Trigger warning: Parental issues, (specifically daddy issues) emotional abuse and neglect, physical abuse, a bit of an unhealthy romantic relationship, anger, self-hatred, blood, self-harm, mentions and attempt of suicide via razor blade, and a panic attack.

A/N: Even without the request, I feel like this has been a long time coming. Please heed the trigger warnings. Please. Shout out to all the baddies out there with parental issues. Shout out to all the Chan stans with daddy issues. You're so strong, keep going, I believe in all of you <3

Requestee, I hope this leaves you satisfied. I don't think you ever said you were struggling, but just by this, it seems you are. I hope this helps you cope with whatever struggles you either have had or currently are facing in life.

I did change a few things around to fit the story more, but most of it's the same. I think I got everything you wanted in there, besides those few minor changes. I also experimented with time jumps which is new, but I think they were needed for this one. This is a long one, so buckle up and please enjoy!! <3

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The words are thrown around without much thought. Daddy issues this and mommy issues that. People wear them like a badge of honor. Always seeking out other people that can fill the gaps that their parents left behind. Searching for temporary band-aids to cover wounds that need stitches to heal.

Everyone wants to be perfect. Nobody wants to admit that the people who were supposed to love them the most fucked them up the worst. Nobody ever wants to admit that their nurture was ripped away before they ever got it. Cruelty swaddled them instead of sweetness. Neglect and despair instead of encouragement and understanding. Some people were doomed from the start.

At twenty-two years old, you understood that your daddy issues were a noose around your neck, they were always there. A poking twine that pressed against your windpipe and jugular. All it took was a few words and the noose tightened. It was suffocating, it was restricting, and it was paralyzing.

There was a devil and an angel on each shoulder. One was angry and smoldering. Smoke bellowed out of its ears and it was always ready to snap. The other was an angel, sweet and soft-spoken, constantly reassuring you that you had it better than most. Of course you did because, at least, you had a dad, right?

Any dysfunctional relationship could cause a rocky conscience. You swore you were doomed from the start. You’d never fall in love. Nobody would be able to care about you in the way you wanted them to. At least, it was like that until Bang Chan.

When Chan came into your life, you fell hard. You didn’t get a chance to stand before your knees were jerked out beneath you. He was strong, he was charming, he was dominating, and he was everything you wanted him to be.

Being older meant he had more wisdom and more life experience. He was soaked with the knowledge that you craved. He understood you, he got you, and heading towards his later twenties, he was hesitant when you showed up. While you turned twenty-five, he’d be thirty.

You didn’t let that stop you from wowing him. From caring about him with every fiber of your being, you would have given up everything to appease him and more. Hell, if he experienced organ failure, you’d cut yourself open without a second thought and rip it from your insides with a smile on your face. You were down bad, but your issues were still there.

You were aware of them when you seeked out his validation. When you kept asking if he was sure he still loved you. You couldn’t shake everything that your father had ingrained in you, but you were still so desperate to fill that void.

Some would say it’s weird, but you would say that you needed him to survive. You needed him. He was the air in your lungs and the familiar thump of your heart. You needed him as much as plants needed the sun. Like the Earth needed the moon and like bees needed pollen. You called it destiny whereas a few of your family members called it desperation, but they didn’t understand it. They just…didn’t get it. They had no idea what you had been through. They didn’t understand the gaping wounds that had yet to be stapled, but Chan got it instantly.

He realized it after you swayed the conversation in another direction at the mention of your family. He knew it when fathers were brought up and the hurt flashed across your eyes. He knew it when you clung to him like a koala with fear and asked for clarification on his thoughts about you.

You were damaged and he knew that. He didn’t mind because everyone had their issues and besides, at the end of the day, he still loved you as you were. He was thrilled to wrap his arms around you when you curled around him and point out everything he loves about you.

From the squish of your soft cheeks, the curve of your nose, the shade of your eyes, and the way you dress, he loved it all. The good, the bad, and the ugly, he gave the relationship his all; you both did. No matter how much the guys joked that he was a silver fox, he always rolled his eyes and shook off their comments. They were just joking and he knew that deep down, the guys cared about you too.

He knew a lot about you, but he didn’t realize just how much these issues bothered you. He didn’t realize that you were nearly suffocating yourself. Out of all the things he knew, he had no idea how much you silently suffered until you snapped.

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The day started a lot like any other day. You went to work and by the time you finished, you found a text message from Chan announcing that he’d be at the studio later tonight. It was one of those days where the creative juices were overflowing and he wanted to get everything worked out before he forgot.

You didn’t mind it and started to head home, but then you thought about the dimpled smile and sparkly eyes of Chan. God, you were utterly smitten. With a quick change of direction, you found yourself heading towards the JYP studio instead of your apartment.

Give or take twenty minutes and you were walking into your second home. The JYP building truly has become your home away from home. You came here a lot to support Chan and the guys. It was strange having an extra person along, but eventually, they grew used to your antics.

The guys accepted you with open arms and when you came around, they got excited. Sometimes you brought presents, like cookies. Other times, just your brief distraction sidetracked them from their ongoing issues. That temporary change of direction helped them sort out their issues quicker.

You checked in at the front desk and pulled on your guest badge. It was a new system that the company had been doing after a sasaeng had managed to gain access to the building. If you were found roaming the halls without a pass or a security badge, you were instantly booted unless you could properly explain yourself.

You tugged the lanyard over your head and practically skipped to the studio room. Upon knocking, the door opened to reveal Changbin. A grin pressed his cheeks up into points. “Hi!”

“Hey,” you returned the smile, “is Ch-”

He jerked the door open wider to reveal Chan in the background. Chan was directing whoever was in the booth. You picked up Felix’s deep voice in the background. Chan was sitting in a hoodie and a pair of navy blue basketball shorts. He bobbed his head along to the voice.

“You can come in, just try to keep it down because we’re rec-”

“You’ve got it.”

He opened the wooden door wider and you stepped inside. In the booth, headphones were over Felix’s ears. His messy blonde hair had been pushed around by the band connecting the ear covers.

His eyes focused on the lyrics as he sang. You slung your bag to the side and smiled as you saw Jeongin sitting on the opposite side of the couch. The two of you exchanged a wave and you quietly came to sit beside him on the opposite side.

Changbin snuck back into the chair beside Chan and Felix continued to sing. After a few more seconds, Felix’s voice cracked and he stopped singing. “Fuck!” He cried out.

“I don’t ever recall that being part of the song,” Jeongin mumbled.

“Yeah, what Innie said,” Changbin agreed.

Chan stopped the recording with a sigh. He pressed a button, so Felix could hear him in the booth. “Felix, is something wrong today? This is the fourth time your voice has cracked. Do you need us to change the lyrics or-”

“No! No! No! Of course, I don’t need you to change the lyrics! It’s just the pitch of the song. It’s so high and I’m really trying my best here, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get it or not and oh-” His eyes brightened when he saw you. “When did you get here?”

Chan shifted in his seat and blinked when he saw you behind him. You smiled softly at him. “Hi, baby.”

“What are you doing here? I told you that I’d be home late.”

“I know, but I just wanted to see you.”

“I’m busy.”

“I’m fully aware. I have no intention of stopping you from working. I’ll sit here silently without a peep. You won’t even know I’m here.”

“Yeah, right,” he mumbled beneath his breath.

Felix and Changbin both shot him a glare. Changbin’s fingers jabbed into Chan’s side. Chan was worked up and stressed because Felix wasn’t getting this part of the song. It wasn’t just Felix that had struggled, everyone was struggling.

Chan had created the instrumentals of this song and thought it’d be a home run, but he hadn’t considered how much the pitch would be a struggle for some of the guys. He was frustrated because if they couldn’t reach the right note, the song would have to be scrapped and he was distracted by other songs he wanted to work on.

Seungmin’s silky and strong vocals weren’t the same as Felix’s deeper tone. Han’s wide range of vocals wasn’t the exact same as what Minho was comfortable with. Songs could be challenging and this seemed to be the biggest challenge yet.

Luckily for you, you hadn’t heard Chan’s mumble because your phone vibrated in your hands. You swiped the screen before thinking and held the phone up to your ear. “Hello?”

When Chan rolled his eyes, Changbin slapped him in the back of the head. “What is your issue today?” He whispered. “Knock it off and stop being an asshole.”

“We’re busy and-”

“So tell them to leave and don’t be an asshole about it.”

“Easy for you to say, you don’t have a significant other always up your ass.”

“You're the world’s biggest asshole right now and unless you want to lose them, I’d drop the attitude. Just because you’re frustrated, it doesn’t give you the right to be a jerk. Use your words, you’re supposed to be the oldest in the room, so act like it.”

“Oh, so you’re finally picking up the phone this time?”

Your father’s voice in your ear caused your heart to sink to your stomach. The blood in your veins turned to ice. You shut your eyes before responding. “I’m sorry, but I’ve been busy recently and I-”

“Busy my ass. You can text your mother, but not me? I was the one who created you and you still can’t be grateful for that. Without me, you’d be nothing.”

“I’ve been texting the family group chat and I-”

“You know damn well that I don’t give a shit about no family group chat!”

You winced and pushed yourself up. Jeongin stared at you with a raised eyebrow. When you noticed, you flashed him a smile and held up a finger to let him know that you’d only be a minute. Before anyone could say anything, you disappeared outside the room and into the empty hallway.

“What do you want?”

“Is it a crime to want to know how my child is doing?”

Your stomach twisted into thoughts as your father scoffed. A frown appeared on your face and, even though he couldn’t see you, you shook your head.

“I’m sorry, but it’s difficult to find time to talk when we’re on different time zones and-”

“Bullshit! You’re an ungrateful piece of shit! I gave you this goddamn life and you can’t even come visit! I have to find out from Google that you’re dating an idol! What have you told him? Why won’t he come visit?”

“Nothing!” Your voice squeaked in shock. “I haven’t told him anything, he’s just so busy. He’s in a band and we-”

“Then bring him down here, so your mother and I can meet him! What happened to respecting your parents? I didn’t even give you permission to date him!”

As his voice raised louder, you tugged the phone away from your ear. A lump began to form in your throat as curse words were thrown your way. You shut your eyes and waited for him to calm down. Your hands were shaking as you mumbled into the phone.

“I think I’m losing reception, I’ll call you back in a while.”

“Don’t you fucking hang up on m-”

The click ended his words before he got out the sentence. All at once, the weight of everything fell on top of you. Insult after insult wormed deeper and deeper into your brain. You wanted, you needed, to speak to Chan. You weren’t strong enough to deal with this on your own yet.

You shoved your phone into the back pocket of your jeans and pushed the door open. Felix was singing again and your fingers curled into your palms. “Chan?” Your voice came out hoarse. “Can we talk for a moment?”

The sound of your voice caused Jeongin to look up with a face full of worry. Even Changbin glanced behind his shoulder to check on you. When Felix caught Changbin’s head turning, he looked up to find you rapidly blinking back tears. His singing stopped and Chan’s fist flew into the desk.

The rattling of the desk shook your soul. It started everyone, but you the most. Suddenly, you were five years old again in the back of your father’s van. You were weak and vulnerable. Defenseless, there was nothing you could do as your father’s wrath expanded along the four locked doors.

You sucked it in and you couldn’t breathe. Your heart hammered in your chest, but there was nothing, absolutely nothing you could do. You were five and yet the anger of a thousand angry men was cast at you.

It vibrated the marrow in your bones. The strands of your heart strings curled inward. Your childlike curiosity shattered in the backseat. Stay quiet, don’t utter a word, just take the yelling. Like a deer in headlights, you were trapped.

It funneled down your throat and created a lump. Crocodile tears appeared in your eyes. You sniffled and your bottom lip shook, you were alone once more. Alone in the thunder and anguish; the swirl of one man’s anger.

A flower in the middle of a tornado. Thrown, chucked, depetaled. Ripped from the stem and crushed between the winds. At the end, you were ripped to shreds and utterly defeated. Not even the thorns of your own stem could save you.

“Goddammit! Why can’t you just go home? I’m trying to work here and you’re ruining it! I don’t have time for you right now! Go home and I’ll deal with your bullshit later. This is my career we’re talking about!”

The song’s soft instrumentals faded in the background as the song ended. You couldn’t stop the tears from slipping down your cheeks. It stung more than you ever would have imagined. The words were a sharp sting to your cheek. The noose of daddy issues choked you again and you couldn’t breathe.

“See you later,” you mumbled as you tipped your head down and rushed towards the door. You pawed at your tears and rushed into the hall and down the corridor to head home.

“What the fuck was that for?” Changbin snapped.

“We’re working!”

“And they were crying! If you would have taken five seconds to look behind you, you would have-”

“Don’t try to guilt trip me! It’s bullshit! I probably hurt their feelings. Whatever. We have work to do. I’ll apologize later.”

While the two bickered, Jeongin stepped up and disappeared out the door to try and find you. Whatever you were struggling with, it hadn’t been good. Chan’s outburst had only made it worse and he knew that. He saw the terror in your eyes when the other person responded on the opposite end of the phone.

Felix looked from Chan’s angry face to Changbin’s scowl. When he caught Jeongin rushing out the door after you, his confusion only grew. “What’s happening?” He asked into the microphone.

Chan slammed his hand down on the button, so Felix could hear him. “Don’t worry about it. Get out of the booth, we’re going to take five.”

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As you walked home in the whipping wind, your hair tangled around your head. It blocked your vision and the gray skies added to your warped reality. It felt like everyone and everything was against you.

That was the one fatal flaw with humans. When we enter a dark mindset, it’s the only thing we think about. The only thing we feel is the harsh and back-breaking weight of the world on our shoulders. The clouds close in and all feels lost as the rain pours down.

You walked quickly with your head down. Keeping to the sidewalks, you were nearly running. You were moving so fast that by the time Jeongin made his way outside the studio, you were already halfway down the road. He wanted to talk to you, but he didn’t want to frighten you. He kept his pace brisk, but he didn’t run.

He loved Chan for a wide variety of reasons, but he couldn’t believe he had just snapped at you like that. Of course, Chan was angry when he was mad, but this wasn’t okay. None of this was okay.

You sniffled and kept rushing as the wind cupped your ears. You were hollow on the inside. That faint flicker of light inside you had been kept going by Chan. It wasn’t the best idea to depend on one person to make you happy, but you didn’t know what else to do.

Your biggest fear has finally come true, everyone hates you. Maybe not to your face, but you can feel it. The bitter hatred that’s so vitriol, it’s rancid. A hatred that’s thicker than oil and stickier than jam.

You were looking at assumptions, not facts, but your brain was set in stone. No one would be able to save you now. You had fallen far from grace. Your issues had poisoned you from the start. Maybe, just maybe, you weren’t meant for any of this life.

Perhaps, you would take a chance and try again in the next.

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When Jeongin knocked, you didn’t respond. He shoved the hair out of his face and tried again. When you didn’t respond to the softer knocks, he knocked harder. When you didn’t respond to that, he held his breath and turned the knob to your apartment.

Breaking and entering wasn’t something he would have liked to go to jail for, but could you blame him? He knew you were hurting and he couldn’t stand the thought of you being alone and sobbing.

Chan’s words to you had been far too cruel. Sure he was angry, but anyone in the right state of mind would have realized that something was terribly wrong with you. It was a gut feeling in the pit of his stomach that he couldn’t shake.

His brain was screaming at him to leave as he silently ventured further into the apartment. One step into the hall and then another. He didn’t bother with the common courtesy of kicking off his shoes.

The place smelled like sweet citrus. It was a familiar scent that had belonged to you since he had known you. Once upon a time, Chan marveled at how much you adored citrus. If only he would have been here now.

The carpeted hall felt too silent. The living room was too empty as he stepped out into it. Bookshelves filled with books, a coffee table with the TV remote, photographs of Chan and the rest of the band on the back wall. Your friends were your everything and so was Chan.

Where were the photos of your family, he wondered. It was such a simple thought, but it flew by just as quick. Your presence was here, but yet you weren’t. Where were you at?

He softly called your name and stepped by the coffee table. The bar table in the kitchen had been left abandoned. The hum of the fridge caused his heart to strum faster. There was an eeriness that he just couldn’t shake.

Every fiber of his being was wound up. Loose floorboards creaked beneath his feet. He was sure that he had seen you enter your apartment. From a distance, he watched your figure fumble for house keys and stumble inside. Your hands brushed past your face and he was positive you were wiping away the tears that kept blurring your vision.

He called your name a little louder, but there was no response. His mouth dipped into a frown and he uttered your name again when a faint whimper caught him off guard. His spine stood erected as he waited for another sound, but it never came.

As he approached the room it came from, he was prepared for sobs. He was prepared for tears. He was prepared for the anguish that came with it, but he wasn’t expecting the bright red that began to seep beneath the bathroom door.

His heart stopped and for a brief moment, he couldn’t breathe. Nothing made sense. The circuit of his brain had stumbled across a trip. Something cut out and his brain whirled trying to reboot.

A scream ripped from his lungs as he rushed towards the bathroom and there you were. You didn’t stop. You didn’t even care or notice that he was there.

Full of self-hatred, you were cutting, no. You were sawing it out of you bit by bit. They don’t tell you that when you hate yourself, there is no pain in self-harm. It’s a dangerous sweet release. The stinging and burning sensation fills you with a sense of euphoric triumph. Self-mutilation feels like bliss and the cold blade in your hand feels like a friend. In some twisted way, it can be the best thing you ever feel.

There was blood everywhere. It dripped from the slices in your wrist. It saturated your clothes and it was all over the bathroom floor. Maybe you tripped and fell. Maybe you were set on killing yourself. Maybe you just snapped.

Human skin is so thin that it can easily be penetrated by a single piece of paper. So small, so little, and yet the fiery ache of pain is felt everywhere all at once. You couldn’t feel the fire in your arm. Gone into shock, your body had blocked you from feeling anything.

You weren’t even aware of Jeongin’s presence until he grabbed your arm. Your bloodshot eyes were watery as they met his concerned russet ones. “Please, stop,” he whispered.

With a snarl, you jerked your arm away from him. You started to scream and lash out. He grabbed your hand and pinned you down again.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You yelled.

“Please, please, please stop.” His voice wavered. He was terrified for you and he didn’t want to make it worse. He knew how much Chan’s yelling earlier upset you. He didn’t want to trigger you further.

“Leave me alone!” Your shrill voice cracked from desperation. “Get off! Let go!”

“No!”

You swiped the blade down with your hand, nearly cutting him in the process. Your head bucked as you tried to free yourself. He ducked his head with a yelp.

He shoved your bleeding body back onto the floor. Your free hand flew up, in an attempt to stop yourself, but it didn’t work. Your brain rattled around your skull as you were blinded by the sudden pain of it all.

Jeongin panicked as he desperately used the code word to activate the voice command on his phone. When you heard “call Bang Chan,” you lost it even more.

“Stop it!” He begged as you squirmed again. Your hands flailed and you yelled back.

Back and forth back and forth, you refused to let go of the blade. You gripped it so hard that you didn’t care that the sharpened blade cut into your opposite palm. You were fighting tooth and nail to keep a tight grip on it. You weren’t going to let go. Not even Jeongin, one of your closest friends, could save you from the demons in your head.

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In the studio, Chan was ready to slam his head into the wall himself. Changbin was non-stop lecturing him and once Felix found out, Felix was also up his ass. Nobody seemed to understand that they had a job to do.

When his phone rang, he used it as an excuse to leave the pair angrily grumbling to themselves. He stepped out the studio door, just as you had. He let out a sigh before he swiped and answered the call. “What do you want, Innie?”

A thump responded along with a yell. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I.N? What are you-”

“Put it down! Put the blade down! Stop it!”

His heart suddenly turned to ice. “I.N?” He whispered. “What is hap-” The response that you gave nearly dropped him to his knees.

“No one cares! Just let me die!”

He suddenly felt like he was about to projectile vomit. His stomach churned and twisted and the world felt a little blurry. “What is happening?” He raised his voice and began to yell at the phone. “Jeongin?”

“Alexa, speaker phone!” Jeongin cried out. “Chan, I can’t stop them! Please! I need you! I don’t know what to do! They won’t stop hurting themselves!”

The world stopped tilting on its axis. The seconds froze in time. His breath caught in the echo-chamber of his lungs. “No,” he whispered. Tears pricked in his eyes and he suddenly rushed down the hall.

“Don’t let them die! Do you hear me, Innie? Don’t let them die!”

He flew out of the JYP building like a bat out of hell. He clutched his phone, now on its own speaker phone. This path that he used to practically skip after work because he was so excited to see you. Now it could potentially be the path to your corpse.

“Fuck!” He cried out as the struggle continued on the other end of the phone.

“C-Chan?” You croaked weakly. “I don’t wanna do it anymore. I-I can’t.”

Guilt swallowed him whole. He could barely breathe as he ran. “Baby? Baby, can you hear me? It’s okay. I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?”

“You hate me.”

“I could never hate you. I took it out on you earlier and I’m sorry.” His head jerked as he made sure he was pursuing the correct street. His footsteps thudded on the pavement.

“Listen to me, I need you to drop the blade. Can you do that to me? Listen to Innie and drop the blade. I’m coming, okay? I’m nearly there, just listen to my voice.”

To Jeongin’s relief and Chan’s surprise, there was a soft clatter as you released the blade from your hand. You were exhausted after fighting with Jeongin and the blood was starting to become tacky against your skin.

You hated the murky feeling that it left behind. Every movement of your wounded palm oozed more blood. Jeongin panted over your body. Your arms were pinned to your sides as he straddled you.

His own body was painted in your blood. Bright red handprints smeared across his white shirt. His light pair of blue jeans seeped it up like a sponge. There were even fingerprints staining his cheek from where you had swiped your hand at him.

“I’m almost there, I’m coming to the house right now. Where are you? What room?”

“Bathroom!”

Chan burst through the door and into the bathroom. His heart dropped when he found you pinned and nearly half unconscious. Blood was all over the floor. It was smeared against the bathroom cabinets and the tub.

Jeongin never took his eyes off you. He was too afraid that you’d find the blade again and do something worse. Chan ended the call and stepped over the puddle of blood leading into the bathroom.

He softly called your name and stepped beside you. Your eyes weakly met his. He felt like he was going to burst into tears. His knees buckled and he sank down beside you. He didn’t waste time grabbing a wet rag and shifting beside Jeongin.

“Innie, I’ve got it from here, go call an ambulance.”

Jeongin hesitated, but finally nodded and stepped out of the bathroom. Before he left, he kicked off his shoes, so he didn’t trample blood into the rest of the house.

The realization of your situation sent shocks of electricity buzzing through your skull. “Fuck,” you muttered. Tears began to build up in your eyes and they trickled down your face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I-”

“Shhh. It’s okay, it’s okay. Just try to save your strength, okay?”

“I didn’t mean to,” your voice came out shrill.

“I know, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

The lining of your lungs seemed to thicken as you struggled to breathe in. You squeezed your eyes shut, but it felt like breathing through a straw. Your brain had expanded with every wrong thought and now you were suffering.

“Baby?” Chan whispered. He leaned forward closer to you and placed his hand over the razor blade, so you couldn’t see it. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“Can’t breathe.”

“Panic attack?”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“M-my dad,” your voice wavered. “I can’t-”

“You don’t have to talk.”

“Not a good relationship.”

“Is that who called you earlier?” His eyebrows furrowed with worry. “I assumed, but I didn’t know for sure.” He reached down and pushed a bit of hair from your face.

“He’s not good. H-he yells a-and-” You hiccuped, “abusive.”

“Oh, honey…I didn’t know. I-I was just so frustrated earlier, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I didn’t mean to upset you and I-”

“I don’t feel good,” your eyes drooped further.

“Don’t do that. Don’t do that. Baby? Baby, listen to me!” Not caring about the blood, Chan cupped your face. “Don’t you dare give up! Stay with me!”

The last thing you heard were his desperate pleas as your eyes rolled back into your head.

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When you finally came back home from the hospital, Chan forbade you from going to your apartment alone. Instead, he was nice enough to open up his dorm for you to use temporarily. It wasn’t a permanent fix, but it was a manageable one for now.

Ever since you regained consciousness, everything had been so foggy, but you remembered bits and pieces. You remembered the wine colored blood and the fear on Jeongin’s face. You remember being unable to breathe and the desperation of Chan’s voice.

Maybe some part of you was glad that you couldn’t remember the entire thing. You weren’t sure that you wanted to remember traumatizing your boyfriend and your friend, at least, not the specific details.

Your hospital stay had ended up turning into a week-long stay. It turns out the hospitals don’t play when it comes to suicide attempts. You didn’t even try to deny it. There was a tender hurt inside of you that you had no clue how to fix.

It was a surprise when things that the mandated therapists were saying made sense. Sure, you knew things were wrong, but to hear validation from people, it made you feel a tiny bit better.

When you left, you promised to come back. There were parts of you that really did want to heal from all of this. You never wanted to put anyone through this ever again. When clarity came through at the hospital, you realized you didn’t really want to die, you just wanted the self-hatred festered inside your being to stop.

You wanted the negative energy to cease and you wanted to be loved. You wanted to be healed in ways you didn’t know how to heal. You wanted a lot of things and the therapists had promised that if you came back, they could start to help you turn things around, but you had to consciously make that decision.

You yourself had to focus on your own healing. It was hard and it was difficult. Healing is one of the hardest things a person can do for themselves, but it can be so rewarding. You don’t have to let your demons win.

“Fight back. Raise hell. Don’t let them win.” It was something another patient had said during a mandated group therapy. “I’m tired of letting the negative thoughts in my brain win. I want to live. I don’t want to just survive, I want to live.”

The more the people talked, the more you realized that you had some of what they were missing. Sure, your parents weren’t the best, but you had friends. You had a significant other. You had little things that some people craved.

For most of your time spent at the hospital, you were lost in your thoughts. You had barely uttered a few words to Chan. When Jeongin came in, you nearly collapsed into tears apologizing over and over again for scaring him.

He insisted it was fine, but you knew it wasn’t. Nothing you could do could ever take back the damage that you had given him. The nightmares, the trauma, it’d be something he might have to live with forever. Sure, it’d fade, but for now, it stuck to the back of his head like glue.

“So…” Chan’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. The two of you were standing in the dorm living room. He had sent the rest of the guys over to the other dorm, so you could settle in. “Welcome to your new temporary home.”

This place really was your home. You had been here time after time again. These walls just might have known you better than your own apartment did. You glanced around and nodded. “Thank you.”

“I cleared out my room, so you can have it.”

“We’re not sharing?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to.”

Your hands tugged at the sleeves of your long sleeve shirt. Your fingers curled into them. The damage to your arm was so bad that doctors had a hard time fixing all the damage. They had also been concerned about infection since the wounds were so deep and there were multiple of them.

You played with the hems trying to find words to say. “I’m sorry,” you finally got out, “for everything.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is entirely my fault. I don’t know how to deal with things in a healthy way. I’ve been handling a lot on my own and I broke down. I snapped in the worst way possible. The doctors called it a nervous breakdown.”

“You know I’m not mad at you, right?”

“Maybe you should be.”

He shook his head, “I could never be mad at you.”

You lowered yourself to the faux leather couch behind you and slowly took in a deep breath. “I have a lot of issues and I’ve always known they were there. I just…” You shrugged, “I didn’t think something like this would happen. I’ve struggled with self-harm before, but I snapped.”

He sat across from you and shifted his body to face you. “I’m really sorry I yelled at you that day. I shouldn’t have ye-”

“You were stressed and upset, it happens sometimes.”

“That doesn’t make it right.”

“The therapist says I have parental issues from my father and it has affected me in a variety of ways. In fact, she said it’s why I’m probably dating you.”

“What’s wrong with our relationship?”

“She said I need to stop leaning on you to fill the void that my dad left behind and I hate that she’s right.”

“Oh…” His face fell. “So does that mean we’re breaking up?”

“Do you want to?”

He shook his head. “I don’t, but what about you? What do you want to do?”

“I don’t wanna break up either.”

“So…”

“So I’ll attend therapy and work on my issues. I’ll attempt to stop relying on you to make me happy because it’s not healthy.”

“Yeah…”

There was an awkwardness between you. Neither knew what to say and nobody wanted to harm the other. Chan finally broke the silence. “Can I hold you?”

You shifted and crawled over towards him. He was careful of the stitches in your palm and in your opposite arm. You curled into his lap and he pulled you to his chest. Your head leaned against the familiar thump of his heartbeat. “I missed you,” you mumbled.

“I miss you too.” His lips kissed the top of your head. Your sweet scent engulfed him. He leaned his chin on your head and shut his eyes. The warmth of your body was enough to set his soul ablaze.

“My dad wasn’t a good man,” you finally mustered the courage to talk about it. “He called me at the studio and I didn’t read the caller ID. I just wanted to see you after a long day. When I left and went outside, he just started yelling and getting upset.”

“He’s verbally abusive and a hothead. Ever since I was a kid, he gets angry easily and he can’t control it. He throws things, he swings, and he’d destroy my things. I lived my life in so much fear because he’d threaten to disown me. My family never did anything about it, they just let it happen.”

Chan’s hand went to your back. He soothingly rubbed it while you spoke. “I had no idea.”

“I felt like I shouldn’t talk about it because some people don’t have fathers. I should be grateful that I even have a father and I-”

“You don’t have to be grateful to someone who frightens you and makes you hate yourself. That’s not what a father should be. I probably enhanced your fight or flight instinct when I yelled at you, I’m so sorry.”

“Every time I talk to him, I feel miserable. All of them, I’m so angry at all of them.”

“You don’t have to continue putting yourself through any of that. You don’t have to talk to the people that make you miserable. Please don’t keep putting yourself through all this distress, baby.”

“I just want to be happy.”

“And I have no doubt that you’ll get there soon, sweetheart. When you’re feeling at your worst, you don’t have to turn to self-harm. You can come find me, yeah? I’ll always be here for you. Now that I know what’s wrong, I’ll be sure to never act like I did that day. I don’t want to lose you.”

His arms tightened around your body and his lips found the top of your head again. “You mean so much to me. I can’t imagine a life without you. I’d be devastated if you weren’t here. If you ever feel like that, come find me and I’ll distract you.”

“But that’s such a burden for you to carry.”

“It’s not a burden if I love you.”

You finally picked your head up and looked at him with teary eyes. His own eyes were similar as they looked at you. Without asking, you leaned forward and your lips connected.

It was pure bliss…until it wasn’t. The front door to the dorm slammed open. The crack of it into the wall sent both of you pulling away from each other.

Hwang Hyunjin sashayed into the room with a pair of sunglasses, a towel around his neck, and a blue pool noodle over his shoulders. “Surprise, bitches!”

“Hyung, you have no manners,” Jeongin grumbled as he stepped in behind him. When his eyes found you, he beamed. “Hi!” He waved excitedly and rushed towards the two of you.

Minho stepped inside, grabbed the pool noodle from Hyunjin, and bonked him on the head with it. “You insensitive fuck! I told you they couldn’t swim due to stitches!”

“Ow!”

Minho bonked him again. “You’re lucky you’re getting a pool noodle to the head and not a fist to your pretty face.” He glanced over at you and grinned. “Sup?”

Chan sighed and kept his arms clamped around your back. “I’m so sorry about them. I didn’t have time to tell you that I invited all of them over to hang out for a game night and maybe some movies. We can order your favorite foods and w-”

“Hyung, look at all my snacks!”

“Mine too!”

Han and Felix walked inside with grocery bags full of snacks. They wasted zero time going to the coffee table and dumping them out. The pair beamed happily as they waited for your approval and you managed a soft smile.

“You two waste zero time making messes, don’t you? Hey,” Seungmin called out and he nodded towards you. “Glad you’re not dead. I can’t wait to-”

The sound of Changbin screaming your name at the top of his lungs caused your eyes to widen in shock. Thunderous footsteps sounded from the porch and rushed inside. Changbin rushed in grinning with his arms outstretched. He was getting closer and closer until a pool noodle slammed into his face.

He stumbled back dazed and Minho rolled his eyes. He handed the pool noodle back to Hyunjin and shook his head. “You are all unbelievable. You have zero manners.”

“Strike,” Seungmin mumbled beneath his breath.

You snorted which caused him to glance over and grin.

“This is okay with you, right?” Chan glanced down at you. “If it’s too much, I can ask them to go back and I-”

You shook your head, “it’s fine. I’m not sure about participating in games, because uh…” You gently shifted your bandaged arm hidden beneath your long sleeves. “Movie night and food sounds wonderful.”

“Ya-hoo!” Changbin cheered. “Let’s get this party started.” He grinned and rubbed his hands together. “Oh, snacks!”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Minho ripped the pool noodle from Hyunjin’s hand and bonked him on the head again. A scowl filled Changbin’s face. “Let the guest pick first.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Hit him one more time and he’s going to lose the last brain cell he has,” Seungmin complained.

“Yeah!” Hyunjin agreed as he crossed his arms over his chest. Minho bonked Hyunjin over the head. He groaned and slumped into the recliner behind him. “Channie, hyung, he’s beating me up! He’s killing my brain cells too!”

“You idiot,” I.N huffed, “you don’t even have any to lose!”

“Hey!”

“So how have you been?” Felix asked as he got on his knees beside the couch. “Do you want a snack? Do you want to play Animal Crossing?”

“Or we could watch an anime?” Han offered with a cheeky smile. “Whatever you’re up for, we’re down with.”

“Exactly, whatever you want, babe.” Chan rubbed your back with some reassurance. “The guys and I got you.”

“Can I just observe you interacting with each other? There’s plenty of humor in that and I-”

“Oh, sure!” Minho beamed. He lifted up the pool noodle with a smirk. “Sit back and watch me play whack-a-mole.”

“Wait a minute!”

“Hey!”

“Don’t you dare!”

Without another word, Minho grinned as he started to take turns whacking the guys’ heads.

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Could you please write a fluffy one shot of rosekiller coming home together after a night out?

YES OMGGG

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Quiet footsteps divulged from messily loud, giggling bodies. The pair headed up the stairs,careful and inaudible as they went. Sneaking back into the dormitory, Barty let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding as the door shut. Regulus was spending the weekend with James.

Peace, Evan thought as the began to unbutton his shirts collar.

"Relax, Rosier. Just got me here alone and you're already taking your clothes off?' Barty half-smirked as he grabbed a T-shirt for himself, tossing one over to Evan. The pair changed quickly, Barty not failing to look longingly in Evans direction the whole time doing so.

Still covered in party glitter and half-wreaking of cigarette smoke, the pair climbed into bed beside one another, as friends would, of course. With a few quick swipes of his wand and an overly-complicated mantra of a spell later, a muggle T.V. before them Barty snuggled up closer to the other, some shitty reality T.V. show the pair had started weeks ago began playing as this happened.

Evan half-breathed a chuckle, his arms wrapping around Bartys waist, pulling him in, less than focused on the television.

Bartys head nestled in the nape of Evans neck, sighing as he found that spot. The spot he always ended up in. His spot.

"Bee.." Evan started. He was met with a responsive "mm?" But he said nothing. He didn't have to. He was sure his silence said enough. As even exhaled, carding his hand through the others hair, Barty would make some sound caught half between frustration and total nirvana, utterly content and entirely distraught.

"Rosie,"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"Yeah."

"Not like that. I think..I love you more than that."

"..Yeah."

Barty only snuggled closer as he confessed his ugly, dark secrets. The silence was defeaning as he did, finally broken by another less-than desirable confession.

"...I think I love you, too. I'm in love with you. I mean, in love with you."

Barty didn't lift his head, but Evan felt some sort of lazy kiss pressed to the nape of his neck. He smiled. It was barely something, but it was everything to him. He layed there content, exhausted and in-love, kissing in the top of Barty, his Bartys, head.

"We're fucked, you know that?" Evan chuckled, pulling Bartys head up just to kiss greedily all over his face. It was certainly done in a harmless enough fashion but it in all reality was a silent mantra of mine, mine, mine, as he did so. Barty giggled throughout the whole process, his head made it's way eventually to rest on Evans chest.

The pair fell asleep in each other's arms that night, rather than shamefully separating back into their respective beds as usual, too afraid that if daylight touched their skin whatever they once were would perish. That it would bring forth Shane to their entire being if they so much as were caught in each other's wave of existence by a roommate or two.

Shame had long since dissipated as they lay there, soft hyms as their breathing, a calm dormant on their faces. Idiots in love, as cliche would have it. But two best friends, too far separated, forever united, as the story would turn out to be.

Fucked, they repeat. But that really was their truth. Too long apart, now forever together, even if in spirit. Lovers in this universe, enemies in the next. The world was evil and cruel, but for now they had this. Eachother. Comfort in one anothers presence and lord, if that isn't a soft life than what remains to be?

The daylight came and the room shone with light. Barty woke up, his chest not any heavier with shame than it usually would be. Seeing himself cuddled up to Evan Rosier brought forth no feeling but joy and this, he could say, this was love.

And the story book can close. For now it will. Two idiots utterly in love, newly navigating it. Even if they had known, even there always had been love, now confidently they could say it. And now confidently they would remain. And isn't that beautiful? The unlovable being meets the insufferable boy, and they care for each other just the same. Literacy cannot define that. They stayed tangled in eachother for the majority of their day. Brevity does, as it turns out, wait for the gentle. For the murmured "Good mornings" and the loving glances and the messy kisses.

Perhaps the universe is kinder to those sunkissed and rose-bound.

That's it! Hope you enjoyed!!

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Fucking A Firefighter

| Firefighter!Ace x neighbor!reader ( modern au; 18+ only! MDNI!!)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Summary: One night walking home alone, you pass by your local fire station. You stumble upon a sleeping firefighter who was in the middle of eating. After making sure he was still alive, he offers to walk you home as a token of appreciation…

Warnings: sexual content, 18+ only, MDNI!, modern Au, doggystyle, consent, mention of birth control, missionary, other sex position, deep throating, swallowing, creampie, p in v sex, oral sex (both), slight after care, and dirty talking.

☁︎ A/N: I’m so so so sorry for ghosting you guys. I just didn’t have the time to write and when I started to write I couldn’t decided which idea to go with. Thank you so much for the follows!!! You…you guys are so amazing! 😭 Please don’t be shy to request certain things from me. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy!

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The night was cool as the breeze slightly lifted the hem of your dress as you walked down the street with the grocery bag in your arms. You had just picked up some last minute ingredients to finish off your dinner for the night. As you walked, you took the time to admire the street lights and buildings that surrounded you. One, however, caught your attention as you contorted your face into a curious expression as you stopped in your tracks. You watched as a man laid face first into the a plate of food while his hand rested on a tipped over beer bottle. Curiosity got the best of you as you slowly creeped towards the man, eventually tapping him on his shoulder to see if he was still alive. The man didn’t respond, so you tapped again this time a little harder. Still no response. You looked around and took a few steps back heading towards what seems like the fire station office door. Before you could reach the door, “Wow beautiful, just gonna’ leave me here?”, came from behind you. You turned around to see the man wiping food off his face before clicking his tongue at the sight of his beer all over the ground, “Fuck. I didn’t even get to drink a drop.”. You laughed a little and used your hand to cover your mouth. He looks at you and smile before heading over to you.

“I’m Ace. Who the hell are ya’?”, he introduces while holding his hand out to you. You didn’t respond to him taking his words in a rude manner. You try to walk off, but he takes your hand in his and smiles at you while pulling you back to him, “I’m just playin’ sweetheart. Can I know the name of such a beautiful lady?”. You blush a little and you place your free hand over his, “My name is (y/n)…You’re really warm Mr. Ace.”, you continued as you found comfort in his warm hand on such a cool night. He burst in laughter, “That’s one of the first things people notice about me.”. You and him talk for a minute before you’re interrupted by a man who looks like a pineapple waving towards the both of you, “That’s it for the night Ace-yoi. Thanks for your time.”. Ace waves back and you smile at him, “Sure thing. See ya’ tomorrow Marco.”. While turning to go back in the station Marco winks at you before closing the door, “Remember Pops is going to be here tomorrow, so be on time ya’ hear-yoi.”. Your blush deepens as you turn your attention back to him, only to find him gone. You glance around a little before deciding to take your leave.

Out of nowhere Ace shows back up again jogging to catch up to you in some black joggers, a red necklace, what seems like a cowboy hat with two symbols on it, and a black shirt that says ‘Fire Fist’ on the back of it. You took in his appearance as you waited for him. When he got to you, he placed his hand on your shoulder, “Dammit (y/n), you couldn’t wait for me? I’ll have to put a leash on you.”, he says between breaths. You laugh, “I didn’t even go that fair Ace. Or should I say Fire Fist?”. His face turned red at your last remark making you laugh more. He grunts and snatches the bag of groceries out of your hand, clearly embarrassed by his blushing face, “Ha…Ha…You’re so funny. Give me those! Which way is it to your place?”. Not thinking much of it, you lead to the way to your house. As you walked, the conversation grew between the two of you causing some feelings to sprout in the both of you. Ace slid your grocery bag over into one arm and used the other to wrap around you. You pushed yourself into his embrace causing you both to blush once more before Ace stops completely, “Wait what? You live in my neighborhood?”.

You lift your hands up and hunch your shoulders, “Hmmm…I guess so. Small world we live in, right?”. He smiles and grabs your hand, “Small world indeed. All this time such a beautiful woman was in my neighborhood and I didn’t know.”. Your face burns up and you hit him in the side continuing towards your home. Arriving at the door, you unlock it and push it open a little before turning back to Ace and collecting your belongs. You try to give him a quick hug, but his strength causes you to stay in place a little longer (not that you minded). You thanked him for walking you home when the hug was over. As you were about to close the door, Ace hears a familiar ‘squeak’ and places his hand on the door preventing it from closing. “When was the last time you changed your smoke detector batteries sweetheart?”, he questioned as he stepped into the house leaving you a tad bit confused. “Ummm…I can’t remember.”, you respond as you just accept the situation unfolding in front of you. Ace walks towards your alarm and asks for the replacement batteries, you give them to him along with the stool you use to reach high places in the house. As he changes the batteries, you stare at his lower abs that are showing as his shirt raises from stretching up. You bite your lip and your eyes trail down his happy trail to his dick print. You close your legs tighter as you start to get wet. Your staring doesn’t go unnoticed as Ace smirks, “Like what you see baby girl?”. His words snap you out of your trance as you look up at him ashamed of your actions.

Ace bends a little and cups your face making you look at him. As your eyes meet, you stutter, “Y-yes.”. He lets go and steps off the stool and uses his foot to push it out the way. Your body tenses up as he slides the old batteries into his pocket and slowly pushes himself closer to you. Ace lifts your head once again and ask, “Can I kiss you?”. You part your lips for him and hold onto his forearm as he kisses you deeply. His knee pushes up against your pussy and you slowly grind on it. Moaning into his mouth, he pulls your hips foward and pressed his hard dick on you. You snake your hand down and start palming him as he kisses down your neck, grabbing a handful of your titties. You both moan and he smiles at you grabbing your wrist, “Don’t tease me baby…I’m going to fuck you so good (Y/n).”. Your ears turn red as he nibbles at them and kisses your cheek. You decide to lead him to your bedroom which he happily followed pinching your ass when you made it into the room. He pushes you onto the bed and takes his shirt off. You run your hand down his sculpted body. God were you blessed to be under such a perfect body. He takes his time feeling up your body before pulling the strings of your dress. The sight of you was heavenly to him as the dress revealed your pretty breast and your little stomach pudge. You got a little embarrassed and tried covering your little pouch, but he stops you, “I’m a man (y/n). Not one of those little boys you’re used to dealing with.”. His comment leaves you soaking in your panties, your pussy aching for him even more now. He must can read your mind as his hand reaches down to feel your cunt through the lace panties. He hooks a finger into the garment and pulls them off, placing the sweetest kiss on your pussy lips. “A-ah…Ace!.”, you moan out his name as he flicks his tongue and sucks at your clit sending your eyes rolling back. He slaps at your thighs causing you to buck your hips up into his mouth as he eats you out. The sound on your wet pussy and moans feels his ears causing his dick to stand straight up in his joggers. You push his head deeper into your cunt, screaming out his name as you cum on his face. He sucks at your clit one last time before standing up and wiping his mouth. You lean forward as well and you’re meet face to face with a big hard dick. His eyes devour you with lust as he inches his dick towards your mouth in a needy manner.

You get the message and tell him to lay on the bed. He does as you tell him waiting eagerly for you to release him from his joggers. You decide to tease him a bit and kiss down his happy trail slowly. As the pain of the restrain gets to him, he smacks your ass hard, “Quit stalling and suck me already!”, he grunts out. You smile at him and finally release his dick. It smacks your face a little causing you both to laugh. He apologizes and grabs the base of his shaft while you open your mouth allowing him to tap the tip on your tongue. He moans letting you take control. You kiss his balls and suck on them while pumping his dick. He moans and puts his hand in your hair, “F-fuck-ahhh…(y/n)-mmmf-ah. Jus’ like that~”. Picking your head up, he lowers your mouth onto the tips of his cock. You try your best to take his entire dick, but it’s just too big. You come back up and cough a little. “Don’t force yourself to take the whole thing. That’s what she’s for…”, he trails off while cupping your pussy in his big hands. You kiss his tip and start sucking his dick again. Loud sounds of gagging and gawking make you both so horny. His hold on your hair tightens and he starts to thrust up into your throat while sliding a thick finger into your pussy. You take it as his balls slap against your chin and strings of slobber make a connection between the two. “Damn this sloppy slutty ass throat~aghhh!”, he moans out as you moan on his tip sending vibrations through his dick. He lets up after a few more strokes allowing you to fully catch your breath. Once you do, you get back on his dick and start bobbing your head up and down. You squeeze his balls up hold them along with his thick long dick in both your hands. As you go down slob from the back of your throat leaks out on his balls and coats them. He pumps another finger into your pussy causing you to reach for his wrist. He places your hand back around his dick and reassures you that he’s trying to prep you for his huge girth. Ace’s balls start to swell as you can feel his dick twitch in your throat ready to cum motivating you to bob your head faster. “Mmppphffff….f-fuck you-ah…fuck you’re such a good g-girl! Swallow my cum!”, he yells through breaths as he snaps his hips up and cums in your throat. You swallow as much as you can before he hands you his shirt to wipe your mouth with.

“Damn. Sorry baby…I ain’t mean to cum that fast.”, he apologizes while licking his fingers clean of your pussy. You giggle not letting him see your disappointment as you really wanted to take his full cock. You reach for your panties and Ace raises an eyebrow. He pushes you over on the bed making your tits press against the mattress below. “I said I was sorry for cumin’ not I was done with you.”, he spoke with a little aggression in his voice. You swear you could feel your heart beat in your pussy as he bends done and drags his fat tongue between your pussy lips. You moan into the mattress and grip on the sheets. Dammit he knows how to use his tongue. “Please….please Ace…fuck me~ahh!”, you beg as you chase his tongue with your hips. He grabs a handful of your ass and strokes his cock to get it back hard. It didn’t take long as you felt him slap his thick head against your swollen clit before pushing himself in. “Ah! Ace! W-wait baby give me a second!”, you yell out as you reach a hand back to slow his movement down. His dick was so big and the stretch it gave you sent a mix of pleasure and pain through your core. Ace slowed down and kissed your shoulder, “Take it for me baby. I know you can fit me in this perfect cunt.”. Tears fall down your face as you try to adjust to his size. Ace tries his best to help by rubbing circles on your hips and showering you with praises, “Your taking me so well beautiful. Let me know when I can move.”. After a minute or so, you give Ace the okay to move. He pushes on your back a little to deep your arch as he slowly thrust into you. He spreads your ass open and watches as his big dick goes in and out of your tight hole. You look back at him and he bends down to kiss your teary eyes, “It’s okay (y/n). Just let yourself enjoy me.”. You start to be more comfortable with him and he takes the opportunity to fuck into you harder. Skin slaps onto skin as he dicks you deeper kissing your cervix with each thrust. The bed rocks as you pull on the sheets trying your best not to fall apart on this good dick. It’s been so long since you got any and you were so thankful for walking up on this sexy and weird man. Ace, on the other hand, grips on your waist digging his fingers into you. He loved fucking into you and molding his dick into your cunt. As his thrust start to pick up, a knot forms in your belly.

“A-Ace…~oohhh yesss~mmmph~ah!”, you become a moaning mess as drool starts to pool out the side of your mouth. You loved taking his meaty dick, but you felt the sudden urge to pee. Panic starts to set in as it builds rather quickly, “Baby wait…I think…I think I’m got to pee.”. You warn Ace, but to your horror he smiles like a lunatic at you, “Oh yea?”. Ace pulls out and as you’re about to get up he flips you over and plunges his dick back into your pussy. His balls slap against you as he abuses your cunt. “Give it to me~ah…give it to me baby.”, he begs which sends you over the edge as your legs lock around him and you squirt on him. Your pussy grips him so tight he can barely fuck you while you orgasm. Ace bites his lip hard as he tries not to creampie you while you ride out your high. You’re all fucked out, but the thought of wanting to be filled by Ace motivates you to keep going. “Want to try another position?”, he asks while kissing down your arm. “Sure, but I don’t know which position to get into.”, you agree through heavy breaths. He smirks and ask you if you trust him and you nod ‘yes’ while laughing. He takes you to the edge of the bed and holds onto your arms as he puts a pillow down on the ground for you to rest your back and upper shoulders on. Your pussy is in the air and he steps over you. “Is this too much for you?”, he ask while grabbing the inside of your knees to push your legs further apart. You reassured him your comfortable and everything is alright. Ace takes his dick and slides it into your pussy. You both moan out as this position lets you feel him in the deepest parts of you. You look up at him as he fucks into you while folding your body up. “Fuck yea~ugh. Your pussy is so good (Y/n). Don’t…shi-don’t give this pussy to anyone else…you hear me?”, he speaks between moans as he drills into your needy cunt. “Yes! Ohhh! Ahhh! Yes Ace! I belong to you! Only you can satisfy me!”, you moan out while you crawl into his arms as he fucks into your g-spot harder. Your pussy starts to tighten and you can feel your orgasm building again. Ace hisses as he feels himself getting close as well, “Fuck I hope you’re on the pill baby.”. You nod your head and scream his name, begging for him to come inside of you. After a few more random thrust, Ace screams your name and slams his entire dick into you. Your pussy pulses as you cream on him while he pumps his load into you. Your mixture of wetness and cum pools out of your hole and trickles down your stomach. Catching your breath, Ace pulls out and picks you up placing you on the bed. You look at him with dazed eyes and give him a weak smile. He can tell you’re too fucked out for another round which is good for him since he’s getting a bit tired himself. “I’ll clean us up sweeetheart. Don’t worry.”, he says softly as he kisses you again before laying you down on the bed.

You end up falling asleep only to be woken up the next morning to Ace struggling to get his clothes back on, “Fuck! I’m going to be late to Pops meeting!”. He notices you awake and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before gathering the rest of his things. You get out the bed and follow him to the door. “You. Me. Tonight. 7 pm. Date. Be ready.”, Ace commands while running towards his house. “OKAY!”, you yell back and wave goodbye to him before closing your door. You place your hand against your cheek and smile to yourself, thinking of him. You grab a cup of coffee and head back to your room to pick out your outfit for tonight.

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