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dreamauri · 1 year

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♪ — 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗘𝗥 max verstappen x reader (fluff) “. . . while on a drive, lando's car breaks down and you're the best mechanic in town.”

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"Now my phone's dead too." Lando scoffed throwing his phone on the leather seat. He's been standing at the side of the blue carbon covered £380,00+ car for the past 20 minutes. He was in the middle of utterly no where, with no cars passing by ( the people that did stop, happen to not speak English nor Flemish Dutch for that matter yes lando tried speaking dutch to italians ).

What a lucky day.

And it was about to get a lot luckier when another car passing by stopped after Norris waved over. "I need help, with the car." He tried saying slowly, switching to Dutch to try his chances.

"I can . . . I can help push it? to uh . . . car doctor?" "Yes, car doctor, that would be great. Thank you." And so after about 2 hours of hard work, the two men ( well one man, one boy lando small ) arrived at a town where several other men came and helped Lando to the mechanics shop.

"Ask kiku. Uhhh . . . Kiku help with car. Very good."

Lando made sure to thank everyone before they left, going through the door. "Un momento per favore." [one moment please]. A female voice shouted through the garage, she was laying on a skateboard rolled under a car.

"Matteo!" she shouted again startling Lando. "Matteo. Porta qui il tuo culo e aiuta quel dannato uomo." [Matteo. Get your ass over here and help the god damn man]. 'Matteo' seemed to have either passed out and taken a nap or walked out. "marcire All 'inferno . . . Cosa c'è che non va nella tua auto?" [rot in hell . . . what's wrong with your car] You asked giving up on finding your co worker.

"I'm sorry?" Lando asked again feeling nervous in this situation, making you pause your tweaking. You rolled from under the car, looking at the British driver. "There shouldn't be anything wrong with your car." You spoke in English, fluently, rolling back under and continuing with the wrench.

"You didn't even take a look at my car-" He was stuttering. Lando was surprised and shocked. It's not everyday you run into a hot Italian women, that can fix cars and speaks English like she's from Chicago or Milton.

"What did you do to it. Were you racing with it? Drifting? Rallying? Or did you completely destroyed it, cause I don't have any carbon fiber or fancy doors and steering wheels."

"No." He replied to all of your questions. "Then it's fine. There's a gas station two roads south from here-" "You don't even know what the model of the car is." He argued, not believing you.

"You're Lando Norris, aren't you? its a 765LT Spider, McLaren." You answered with no hesitation, making the boy zip his mouth. "What do you want, Mr. Norris?" You asked again getting annoyed.

"I was told to look for, uh, Kiku was it?" He said unsurely. You sighed, grumbling a few Italian cuss words under your breath as you finished your current task. Rolling out, you stood up, lifting your tank top and wiping your face dry from the sweat, which in turn smudged some grease on your face.

Fuck not being attracted to Italian female mechanics, you were hot. Very attractive in Lando's eyes.

"I'm Kiku." You told him, handing him the greasy wrench. It was a stupid nickname a few friends gave you as a joke, and it stuck. You looked out at his car hand on your hip as you examined it. "Can you turn it on?" You asked as you approached it, ready to open the back trunk and check the engine.

Lando looked grossed out at the wrench, setting it on a random surface as he unlocked the truck. You examined the car for the next 15 minutes. "I can give it back tomorrow. It's not a big problem. Like I said, you're just out of gas."

"But the measure doesn't say that. And If it's just out of gas, shouldn't you be able to give it back today?" "Yeah. That's the problem, your fuel sender is lying to you and I have to change it." You patted his back, moving back into your garage.

"But I can't stay here forever." "What's wrong with this place?" You asked frowning, looking him in the eye. Lando was going to open his mouth before he closed it quickly. "Nothing I just don't-" why was he rushing? He didn't have places to be at the moment. ". . . I don't have a place to stay?" He answered, more like asked from how unsure of himself he was.

You looked at him for a few seconds. "You can wait over there, just don't touch anything." You told him sighing, nodding towards a few chairs near your office.

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"I'm not getting in." Lando refused, looking at your green car. Well it wasn't any green car. It was a classic, a Ferrari 250 gte. Highlight Ferrari. "Yeah, I'm definitely not getting it."

"Suit yourself, the coyotes here would not pass on eating you alive." You joked, not even sure if there were coyotes. "It's not everyday you get to eat a formula one driver, especially a British McLaren driver named Norris." Yea that statement did it for Lando, quickly getting in the car and closing the door after him.

"Good boy." You humed, not really thinking about it as you pulled out the driveway and made your way home. Lando could feel his face redden, hearing your praise, crossing his arms and huffing.

When you arrived at your house, the McLaren diver was quick to jump out first. "Think fast." Lando turned around, quickly catching the keys you tossed. He dropped them once he saw the yellow and black logo with a yelp.

You were laughing at him, moving to his side and picking up the keys, moving towards the house. "casa mia è casa tua." you told him as soon as you unlocked the door. Landor entered after you, copying you as you took your shoes off. The first thing the British driver felt was warmth, your space was giving him solace. This place felt like home.

"You can look around, I'm not going to take long in the shower." You set your bag down on the floor near the couch, making your way to the bathroom. Land did look around, he felt curious. You clearly knew him but he knew so little about you. While scouting for information he found your collection of music discs.

When finally came out fresh, Lando was quick to ask you about a few pictures he found. You two were quickly becoming close with one another. Sharing stories and jokes.

"What about this one?" Lando pointed to one on the grand piano. "Oh yea, I can totally see the picture, Mr. Norris." You chuckled. You were busy with your hands, making dinner for both of you ( you usually ordered out but it world be rude to do that with a guest around so you were putting your heart out in the spaghetti you wee making from scratch, something you knew would impress the McLaren driver ).

Lando picked up the photo frame walking over to you. "Why do you keep calling me by my last name? I have a first name, or did you forget." He chuckled looking at you. "Cause your first name sounds like London." You teased joking. It was out of respect, you did not want to get on his bad side, and it did sound like London just a bit.

Lando smiled laughing. "Well, I'd rather you call me by my first name." "Of course, Mr. Norris." You teased, leaning your forearms on the counter, flicking some flower on his face. He only held up the photo in return. "Oh, I remember this." You hummed, wiping your hand in a towel, taking the photo.

"It was before the last race for the European karting championship. I think I was . . . eleven in that picture?" Lando moved beside you looking down at it. You were in your kart, with your helmet on holding a thumbs up.

You took a moment looking at the photo, your father was sitting beside you on the floor, delivering the kart it's last few tweaks before the race. "You karted?" Lando asked, ruining the moment.

"No." You sarcastically replied, pushing the picture on his chest. "I flew planes at the age of two." You rolled your eyes. "Did you win?" "Hell yeah, I did. Do I look like some weak ass sissy?" You replied laughing. "That championship was mine. I Literally beat up Albon and Leclerc. "

"Really?" He was interested, leaning forward to listen closely. "What else did you race in?" "Just that really." You shrugged smiling. "Other than the karting track a few blocks down." "There's a karting track a few blocks down?" You looked at him blinking quietly. "I think answered your question before you answered it."

The boy looked away chuckling nervously. "Right." "I can drop you off tomorrow morning while I fix your car." You offered as you gently cooked the chicken alfredo. "Really?" You looked back at him deadpanning. "I mean, I'd enjoy that. Thank you."

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"Hey, I never got to ask, why didn't you continue with racing? You won the championship after all. We could've been competing in f1 together." The sun had already risen again and Lando was unwillingly sitting in your car as you drove through the town. "Not everyone is high born, Norris." You sighed, shrugging. "It's my cannon event. Besides, I'm happy like this."

After finally fixing the lying fuel measure, you drove the McLaren to the karting track, honking the horn to get the attention of the race car driver.

Turning back from the fence, Lando smiled upon seeing you lean on the blue carbon in the car park. "You fixed her!" "Of course I did." You chuckled, tossing him his keys once he was close enough. "You're free to go Mr. Norris." You chuckled getting off the McLaren and patting his back. "I don't need to leave just yet . . . by the way do you have plans next week?" "Why what are you up to."

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wandagcre · 1 year

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I wanna know how our first time with g!p sam went, i think she would be cute and pretty shy?? 🤭

first time | sam carpenter 🔞

(Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader)

You never thought that Sam would be even more gentle and shy during your first time with her.

WARNING: sam has a penis, unprotected sex, p in v, spontaneous first time, teasing, slight insecurity, unproofread +18 / men and minors dni Words: 1.9k Note: this was very rushed, sorry! hope you loved it nonetheless <3 (swear you'll see more of this sam soon ;))

You were sitting on the couch, reading a book. Today was your hang out with Sam, it was simple, and lucky for you she was the type to enjoy the comfortable silence. The two of you were planning to bake later - a spontaneous idea that you proposed. Sam was more than willing and she easily agreed.

"It's still too early," she complains and gets comfy on the space beside you, head laid on your lap.

She was wearing one of your personal favorite, the grey sweatpants. Although you have seen Sam parading around in your personal spaces with less and more comfy clothes, you preferred this, because it made your heart pound less. You can't handle when Sam wears the poor excuse of a boxer, that absolutely does justice to Sam's figure.

(Too well, actually because it outlined her so much.)

Half an hour later, Sam puts away her phone and reaches out for your face, hands resting on your cheeks.

"Give me attention," Sam loomed nearer and you put away your book, grinning at her.

You lean lower, pressing a quick kiss on her lips. "Okay, you big baby."

Sam sits up straight now and you knew it was because she's bothered that you only gave her one kiss. A childish scowl is written on her face.

"I changed my mind. Come sit here on my lap." the turn around of her voice had your full attention now, the need was obvious underneath her tone.

"So needy," you jest and it only made Sam huff in your continuous teasing.

Thighs on either side of Sam's, you graze your lips against hers and she meets you halfway, apparent that she's growing impatient. Her luscious lips were on yours and it felt like heaven. The sound of your seemingly forever kissing and saliva resonated in your living room and as your senses zoned into it – you felt thrilled. Sam's hands were rubbing and pressing all over your lower back, the plush skin of your very thighs, and then she slides them underneath your sweater.

Her palm felt warm as she gave your breasts a tentative squeeze. She repeats the action and a moan is easily drawn out of you, reeling immediately to Sam's touch.

With your parted lips, Sam meets your mouth again, this time to swallow the erotic sounds she's pulling out of you.

"Fuck, Sam," you deeply exhale as you started to grind over Sam's outline. You feel her against your skimpy bottom wear and it's tempting as ever.

To your surprise, Sam moved her touch to grip harder this time on your hips, wanting you closer and to get a better angle on grinding into her. She's hard enough for you to feel her and it's more than a fucking bump. The dry humping is getting into you, all frisky, and clearly the same effect was getting into Sam. You feel yourself drip on your underwear as she guides you continuously.

Sam joins your rhythm, her hips in thrusting motion. "Oh you shit, shit! feels so good," she murmurs, starting to pant heavily.

"I'm making a mess on lap, baby," You utter, flushed. You were met with an equally worked up sight of Sam. "You sure about this, Sammy?"

"Y-yes. Yes, I am! Are you?" she looked small, shuffling her position to give a little space between you two.

You've been frisky on a few make-out sessions but they weren't as intense. Not minding it, really, wanting to go by her pace because you plan being with her for a long time. You want her to feel safe and comfortable enough to open up intimately.

But her green light made you gulp audibly.

"Yes, I am too, if you're really sure..." You whisper and brush your thumb on her wet, swollen lips. Sam sharply inhaled, nodding frantically at your response, her eyes now half-lidded.

She tucks out her length and god, was she big. Bigger than you expected. You peer down to see Sam's cock that stood proudly and grazing hard against your tummy. The veins all over her cock were angry, making themselves known and her tip was red and oozing with precum. She wraps her free hand around her shaft, giving it a few pumps.

Your eyes were entranced with the way Sam fucks herself in her hand. Her own hands barely met around the girth and dwarfed them with how huge her cock stood out.

"Gonna fuck yourself right there or are you going inside?"

Sam halted her movements and disagreed with you. With her teeth caught in her bottom lip, eyes searching around.

"Shit, I don't have a condom with me," Sam huffed, her hold on your waist tightening once again. Her cock twitched repeatedly, straining hard as she was out in the open.

To be honest, you don't give a damn right now. You just wanted to feel how Sam is going to wreck you.

You shake your head, "Don't care. Just pull out."

A glint of excitement is written all over her face, doe eyes wide as she nods her head in agreement frantically. She aligns her cock with you and hoists up your lower body, pushing her tip first, gathering the slick on your entrance. You feel feverish at the feeling and while immersed, you accidentally push yourself in – having Sam's cock enter intrusively inside of you – the sensation has made both of you groan loudly.

"Fuck, fuck!" You wail and your hands are clutching over Sam's shoulder, desperately trying to ground yourself.

She coos you softly as your upper body slumped against her. "Sorry baby, just a little more..." Sam huffed, trying to calm herself as she felt your walls – so rigid – yet so warm, wet, and inviting. It doesn’t help how you rapidly clenched around her length. She threw her head back, absorbed in the feeling with her eyes shut.

Gasping out loud, your eyes widened as you registered what Sam said. A little more? Your pussy was already leaking uncontrollably, if you looked down it won't be good for your sanity, having to see the evidence of your arousal all over Sam. You feel pulsating with you, sure that she was already in.

You started to think that maybe, it should have been you who was supposed to prepare for your first time with her. For heaven’s sake, you can barely take her in.

"A little more? Fucking hell, that's- you're still not fully inside?"

"Yes. 'm sorry baby," she sheepishly said and swept her sweaty hair back. You groan at the sight, wanting to bite aggressively as her little movements only added to the sinful need that was flowing inside of you.

You slightly push her back by the shoulder, "Can you stop being so attractive?"

"Uh... I'm sorry?" Sam confusedly replied with her head, tilted. If this was a normal occurrence, and you were not being a few inches deep into her, you would’ve laughed.

"You can move now,"

Sam nods her head, obedient, plunging into you slowly. Her hips that were guiding you were firmer than before. You see her struggle for her own breath with barely opened eyes, yet she gauges your reaction, ever so cautious. The previous burning sensation of your walls was fading into a full-course of a deeply gratifying one. It was evident how she wanted it to be pleasurable not only for her, but for you as well. You knew she grew concerned and serious from earlier as you barely managed to take all of her.

You grunt, deeply scorched as you discover this side of your girlfriend.

Her whole shaft was inside of you now, plowing with improved ease. A lewd, throaty moan followed as you sank deeper at each time Sam slammed inside of you back and forth. You knew she was still hesitating, so you took it upon yourself to shove your pussy down deeper and gyrate with much more need against her.

"God, baby, I'm losing my mind here..." Sam chokes out, resembling a confession. Your mouth turned upwards, continuing to ride her with your hips moving in a brash manner. Absolutely sopping wet now you felt Sam sweat as much as you, and your mind was lost - feeling so fucking full with Sam's cock as you bounced on top of her, immersed with the pent-up sexual urge.

It felt like she's trying to mold herself into your hot walls.

Sam soon grew sloppy with her thrusting upwards, the sound of your skins slapping had grown into a lewd scene. She couldn't take it anymore, how your pussy clamped against her, as if you were greedy and her leaving your hot walls would be an act of a terrible crime.

"Baby, baby, oh fuck.. I'm going to..."

"Me too, fuck!"

Sam gasped in short erratic breaths. You soon cum with a few more last thrusts, predictable with how her cock was probing into your spongy spot repeatedly – causing you to reach your climax. Your girlfriend groaned as she pulled out and already missed the ecstasy of filling you up to the brim and pulsating walls clenching hot around her cock. Not to mention it was soaking her all in wet, a sensation she can easily get addicted to.

You decided to tease Sam, her eyes fixated on you and how it darted between your freshly fucked out face and your nipples that was see through. You take it upon your hands, flashing your tits in front of her and squeezing your supple skin, twisting your nipples, and making sure to express your moan at each time, easily making Sam grow drunk into your little show.

Sam threw her head back, "Fuck, baby, don't... stop, I can't..."

"Can't what?" you tease her, voice all sultry and a strained moan comes out of your now sweaty and almost all ruined girlfriend.

Her bronze skin had turned crimson and entire body feverish, you see her pumping hard and desperately on her shaft while her thumb grazing on her tip.

You cannot believe that something as hard and big as Sam, entirely pounded inside and ravished you just seconds ago.

Not long after you're rewarded with a sight of Sam - mouth agape, eyes droopy, as she finished out. Long ropes of thick cum spread over your thighs and tummy erupted out of her angry red tip. With a few more pumps, she's made a mess not only to your body but her hand and your couch as well.

You were fixated at the veiny shaft and how it only softened a little. Your gaze burned and it made Sam feel a little conscious. In a clearer view, her size felt more intimidating yet more desirable as ever – paired with her sweaty skin and continuously huffing sight.

"Next time I'm going to need you to cum inside of me. Or better yet, in my throat."

Sam's cock visibly twitched at your words. "Baby! Don't say that..." she hid her face with a clean hand, barely handling how you teased her all throughout.

"Does it bother you?" you feign innocence with a smirk.

Sam grumbled. "You know it does, you jerk."

You cradle her face, thumbs soothing at her jaw, all in attempts to console a pouty and still hard Sam by initiating a soft, chaste kiss on her lips. She returns it with no hesitation, relaxing at your touch.

"But seriously - you were absolutely perfect baby, don't worry." you assure her and you assume the genuine conviction in your voice was effective as this melted Sam. Her puppy eyes lit up at your words, pulling you close once again for another (and more) kisses.

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moxfirefly · 10 months

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I RACED IN

Grope and morning, for our boy mikey 😫

I knew you’d deliver, so let’s get it.

A little morning fun with our fave orange boy.

Rated Explicit

Mikey always had a tendency to hold onto you when you both slept. Being pressed up against you always guaranteed him a good nights rest.

And on mornings like today it guaranteed him some early access to his favorite spots. Those biceps of his had you caged in the middle of the night but close to dawn a hand of his had found its way between your thighs. Mikey often did this to get some warmth.

Now though? As the still quiet of the dawn began to shift into morning routines of the rest of the brothers in the Lair, Mikey had awoken and awoken he’d felt a deep desire.

This wasn’t a strange occurrence for the two of you. Long ago you both had expressed this to be okay and welcomed way to start the day.

So it wasn’t odd when that hand still between your legs shifted, the gentle trek to cup your clothes crotch making your brows twitch. Mikey’s face was still buried in your hair, a gentle churr making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. The tickling stirred you but it didn’t awaken you. Mikey’s hand rubbed gently, the inviting warmth making his sleepy blue eyes blink more of the grogginess away.

The arm you had been sleeping on for most of the night had shifted several times but this time you could feel that hand find your breast. Mikey could literally cope a feel whilst asleep, at this rate it was just endearing how naturally he did it when he was asleep.

Now though? Now he gripped with a little more purpose, diligent in running the pad of a finger over your nipple. That surely got a soft moan to escape your lips, lightly stirring some more when he gently pinched.

Mikey’s lips kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder, he inhaled the scent of your skin and sighed happily. He could smell you all day, the nice mix of your perfumes and his scent, his marking.

When he pushed your underwear to the side, enough for a digit to rub gentle circles over your lips, the light moisture that had began to gather had only pushed him further into his need. The hand at your breast groped, fondled and pinched.

Your eyes fluttered open once he pushed a digit inside of you, the fullness making you moan. The slight disorientation gave way quickly to pleasure once Mikey’s soft voice praised how wet you were for him.

There was a grunt mixed in with a churr, Mikey had pressed his clothed errection against your rear.

“G—Good mornin’” was all you managed to purr out when Mikey’s soft chuckling bounced off your skin.

“Morning baby, how’d you sleep?” Mikey enunciated his question with another flick of his finger.

Your mouth opened to answer but only a moan left.

The hand at your breast squeezed a little tighter as Mikey’s mouth found your neck and sucked. The digit inside of your quickened its pace.

“Oh—fuck, can…?” You didn’t have to finish your question, his thumb was on your clit and with just enough force and movement he had you unraveling. “That’s my giiiirl.” Mikey whispered as the jitters and little aftershocks gripped his digit. When he pulled it out you could already hear it how he sucked it clean.

Mikey’s chuckle was muffled by your kiss as you pushed him onto his shell, the nest of pillows accommodating him as you climbed on top of him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, I was thinking about sleeping in today.” You sat back, hands sneaking back to help him out of his underwear.

“Who said we couldn’t?” That charming knowing smile of his looked even prettier as it broke into a gasp. You pushed yourself down on him, enjoying how even fuller it felt to have him this way. There was a curve to him that always made your knees a little extra wobbly.

Mikey’s hands landed on your wast just as your own landed on his plastron.

“So what do you say? Should we stay in bed all day?” The first sway of your hips made him moan, hands gripping your waist.

There was a yes somewhere between there, somewhere lost within you.

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brianwashere · 1 year

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hello!! saw your writing today in my tags and got interested, read some more and you seem really cool :D i got one fic stuck in my head though, the one you posted earlier today with the 7 foot spider reader! it was really cool but i kind of thought about a follow up (and I made sure to check your rules before this)

i was thinking, m/n is really big, intimidating and generally a badass- however. in bed (nsfw) he’s inexperienced, shy af, and ends up just being really submissive (you actually didn’t specify if you prefer dom or sub reader, i assumed you mind neither, but if u don’t feel comfortable with this then just ignore)

thank you, and keep up your great works so far :D

Anon, you’re officially my favorite fucking person ever. Oh my god. This req. warmed my heart. Idek what. It just did. Thank you for reading my other fics too. Wow. I’m reeling rn.

Also you didn’t specify who with so I just did HCs for Noir and Miguel

Pls req again soon! You’re so sweet

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from marvel or sony **

Summary: look at req

Tw: explicit activities ehehehehe, language

-Miguel-

The first time you two try anything he’s expecting you to be all dominant and get his ass blasted

Y’all two are making out and he’s ready to take it to the next level

And you’re nervous cause you know he’s expecting you to be this super experienced “knows how to make you scream immediately” kinda guy

The truth is you haven’t had much experience because while people may be into the whole “huge man” thing they’re too scared to actually come up to you and even have a conversation

And you’re also scared of hurting your partner

Just a mix of things that led you to little experience

It doesn’t take long for Miguel to figure it out

As soon as you glanced at his face nervously he knew something was up

At first Miguel is surprised bcc he would’ve expected men and women to practically be hanging from you

Once he recovers from the initial shock he’s down with topping and showing you the ropes

It’s a bit of a boost to his ego, not to mention a massive turn on for him

He never lets you shy away from him/cover your face. He loves seeing you. He knows he’s not stronger than you but he’ll still pull your hands away/pull you closer

But sometimes he does wanna be on bottom

Queue very erotic teaching sessions

When you do something he likes he’ll definitely over exaggerate so you’ll know

He also loves marking you up in more…intense ways because he knows it won’t really hurt you

Clawing your back. He’ll claw the SHIT out of your back.

Biting you too. Sometimes he just can’t help it

He finds out you have god tier stamina and impecable recovery time and will definitely use that to his advantage

*cough cough* Overstimulation and denial *cough cough*

He’s down to do whatever you’re comfortable with but sometimes he really needs some stress relief i.e. getting a blowjob or just fucking you senseless

He won’t admit it but he likes when he’s the little spoon after you two are done

~Noir~

You got nervous and told him the first make out session that you had practically no experience

He was a little taken aback, again, you’re so big and so hot how could people not be lining up for a piece of you

It makes him feel even more lucky to be with you though

“Oh…that’s ok, dear. We’ll take it slow, then.”

Then he finds out your submissive too and he’s pretty sure he has a heart attack

Now he was pretty vanilla at first but then he found the internet and stumbled upon some kinks and did some…research

Behind. He loves seeing your back muscles move and twist under him

He likes tying your wrists together with some of his webbing

It’s strong enough that it could actually hold you if you tried resisting, maybe not for very long, but it wouldn’t snap like thread at the slightest pressure

He loves praising you. Praise. All the time. Always praise. You could breathe and he’d be on his knees for you

Every time he does something new he asks if you’re ok with it

He’ll be gentle if that’s what you want but he figures out that’s usually not the case

Usually you want everything he’s got, as much as he’ll provide you

He does love soft romantic nights with you though

Where he gets to enjoy your large beautiful frame and your contrasting shyness

When he gets to slow down and drink in ALL of you

The noises you make, the small movements, your incoherent mumbling

He loves ALL of it

He’s so down bad for you not even a joke

A little guilty pleasure for him is kissing you senseless

He loves being the big spoon for you, even if it just feels like a backpack is attached to you

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crowandmousewritingco · 8 days

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Safe with You

Pairing: Silva x male!reader

Words: 1 k

Rating: G

Summary: Silva gets a little sappy with you.

Author: Mod Mouse

Notes: I've been working hard on my Kinktober entries so I thought it would be nice to have small little drabbles to post as we get closer to October. Plus I wanted an excuse to write for this lovely cowboy. I used fluff prompts from @voidfxndoms specifically #28. Thank you for the wonderful prompts!

Life has moved quickly for you in the last year. You were a roaming rider for the Pony Express, seeing the West from the back of your faithful horse. It was nice for a time seeing the rolling hills and hot deserts throughout this vast country. But as time went on, the more you realized how much you hated how temporary everywhere felt. One day you would be delivering a letter to somewhere in California, and the next week you find yourself sleeping under stars in the New Mexico territory. Finally you decided that enough was enough. You would find something more stable than delivering mail.

When the next town rolled around, you hung up your mail bag and scanned the “Help Wanted” sign in the middle of town. Lucky for you there was a job that was just up your alley. “Horse hand needed for long term ranch help.” You made sure to keep that information in your mind as you made your way out of town as the instruction indicated.

That was when you met Silva. You remember riding into his ranch where he was outside tending to his cattle herds. The clomping of horse hooves had Silva glancing up from his favorite steers. After exchanging words and experiences, Silva deemed you more than capable for the position. From that moment on, you were ensnared in Silva’s world.

Silva was impressed with how you were with the horses. You learned their quirks quickly and learned what made them tick. He had to admit to himself that he was starting to find that quality about you attractive. But he always kept those thoughts inside his heart for a multitude of reasons. And it would have stayed that way if it wasn’t for one night.

A rich ranger was in search of a mare for his stud and wound up finding your ranch through word of mouth. You worked with him and soon he had a healthy foal on his hands. He had liked your service so well that he threw in a bottle of locally made wine after the birth.

That night you and Silva indulged in the gifted booze, celebrating a job well done. The two of you ended up indulging just a little too much and soon all of your inhibitions were out the door. Hours of kissing and other such activities kept you up ‘till all hours of the night.

Of course the morning came and when he realized that you had shared a bed that night, he profusely apologized for his drunkenness and his forwardness. Unbeknownst to him you did rather enjoy last night, and you stopped his excuses with another non drunken kiss. From there you two grew close bringing both the ranch and your relationship into a new era.

Five years later and you two had fallen into a nice daily routine. You rose with the sun every morning, giving each other a good morning kiss to start the day off right. It was washing up then a nice breakfast made by you to make sure you had plenty of energy to complete your tasks– You to the stables to feed the horses, and Silva to the fields to tend to let the cattle out to graze.

And it was one of those days you found yourself in today. You were inside preparing a quick but filling lunch. You were busy cutting up the fresh batch of bread and meat you bought on your last ride into town that you didn’t hear Silva slip in through the backdoor. It was only when a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush with his rugged torso, did you notice his presence.

You sighed and gently caressed his well worked knuckles as he planted soft kisses on your clothed shoulder. Looking over your shoulder with a small smirk. “Well hello to you too.” You chuckled and kissed his bearded cheek, savoring his touch.

“You know I was thinking,” Silva remarked.

“That’s dangerous,” You teased and Silva squeezed your sides sending you into a fit of giggles. “Okay okay I surrender.” Once you got your breath back, you asked. “What were you thinking?”

“Just how safe you’ve made me feel,” He said, leaning his head against yours. A small smile graced his lips.

You grinned softly taking in his affection. “What’s brought all this on?” You asked, turning so you could face your love.

Silva’s rugged hands stayed on your waist gently caressing the material with his thumb. His dark eyes gazed into yours. “Just spending so much time as a hired hand well ya get people comin’ after you. And since you got here I haven't had to shoot for a living.” He reached up one of his hands to cup your cheek.

A heat flushed your cheek and you cupped your hand over his. The heat of his skin fills you with a familiar warmth. “I can’t take all the credit. You put a lot of effort into this ranch making it what it is today.”

“But if it weren’t for ya…well I was about to give up on this place until you rode into my neck of the desert.”

You leaned your cheek into his palm nuzzling against his skin gently. “I guess we found each other at the right time.”

Silva smiled and kissed your forehead, pausing to revel in your touch. “I guess we did.” Time stilled as you took in each other. The lines on Silva’s face, the sprinkle of sun that covered his cheeks and nose, the graying tufts of hair that lined his beard; all of these aspects made Silva, Silva, and together made that man you fell in love with.

The two of you bask in your love, until Silva broke the silence. “Now let's get some food in us, so we can finish that order,” Silva said as he gave your waist a playful couple of taps.

You chuckled and turned back to the cutting board. The sounds of the kitchen continued, slicing and clinking of dishware filling the room. Setting the assembled sandwiches on a serving tray, you brought over the food to the table. Each of you took a slice and began to eat, conversing here and there. Domesticity felt nice with Silva.

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ficmashup · 10 months

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Caretaker

A/N: I should probably put summaries on these, but I'm terrible at brevity. Clearly. But wow some people actually like this and I'm blushing and kicking my feet. :) Thanks for interacting! Sorry this one is a bit more team-based than Price-based, but honestly the way to that man's heart is through his men. He's such a dad and I love him for it.

Warnings: Vague SA references or similar trauma, stabbing, harsh language, f!reader, talk of being shot, wound care.

Word Count: 3.8k

Feral Masterlist

What really puts the team and I’s tenuous connection to the test is when Soap gets stabbed.

We’re two months in. I’m just a soldier and medic today, on the ground with the rest of the group as we clear a warehouse storing some enemy supplies that we’re…appropriating. My focus is razor sharp, easily directing my hyperactive fight or flight instinct into looking around every corner and keeping a sharp ear out for any noise. Soap and Ghost are on the other side of the building doing the same, Price pulling up the rear.

Gaz and I both hear the scuffle and stop in our tracks before Ghost’s voice comes over coms. “Soap’s hit. Eastern corner.” We start moving immediately and I slide my gun wrapped around my body to my back as we reach them, the boys already forming a circle around Soap as they watch his back. I’m on my knees at his side the second I reach him, my hand pushing down hard on his thigh as I take in the handle sticking out just above his hip.

His body is held taut and his jaw is locked, clearly trying to stay quiet and still. “Alright, Soap, I’ve got you.” I murmur while Price gives orders to the boys. Gaz and him split up, more than likely going to clear the rest of the building while Ghost stays in the shadows next to me to watch our backs.

Soap grunts. “Good to know, G.”

I guide his hand to my knee and press it there so he can squeeze when the pain gets too bad. It helps my patient and gives me a good indicator of their pain levels. My fingers are ginger as I rip his shirt a bit more, moving it and his tac vest up enough to see the wound. “Didn’t hit anything vital, you lucky bastard. I can patch you up here, then treat this properly at camp.” I’m already doing it as I tell him, my med-kit open on the concrete floor beside me. I gather two pills in my hand and reach up, tilting his chin to look at me. “Swallow.” His eyes widen a touch and he lets me slip the pills past his lips before his throat flexes as he swallows. “Good. Those will kick in and take away some of the pain on the walk back, but I can’t wait until then. So, I need you hold onto me because this’ll hurt like a bitch.”

I hold his gaze, making sure he knows I mean it and he nods. With gauze packed around the blade, I yank it out without hesitation and Soap chokes. “Fuck.” He curses and his fists clench, his fingers digging into my thigh while I move quickly to staunch the blood flow. Price and Gaz return, nodding to Ghost to give the all clear. The warehouse is empty except for us.

“And here I was thinking Scots were more creative with their cursing.” I goad him a bit to distract him and he huffs a laugh.

“If you wanted me to teach you curses, lass, you should have asked.”

“Think I just did. You going to disappoint a girl?”

Another dry chuckle leaves him and I glance at his face to see a crooked smile despite the pain. “Ah, well, awa’ n bile yer heid is Ghost’s favorite. Means go fuck yourself.” The aforementioned soldier grumbles as he slides through the shadows to settle a few feet from Soap’s head.

“Shouldn’t have gotten him started. Now he won’t shut up.” Gaz comments good-naturedly from my left, he and Price watching as I work. That’s exactly my plan. If Soap’s talking, he’s not thinking about the pain.

“Definitely seems like Ghost’s favorite. Does he hear it often?” I’m nearly done now as I make sure the bandages are as tight as I can safely make them while holding Soap’s gaze again, drawing his attention with a direct look.

He takes a sharp breath, but grins through the pain. “Often enough, eh, LT?” He teases while glancing towards the Lieutenant.

Ghost doesn’t budge from where he watches us. “Couldn’t say. I only pay attention when you speak English.” Soap chuckles at that before I rest a hand on his shoulder and glance at Ghost, tilting my head to his other side. He moves there instantly while I look into Johnny’s eyes again.

“Time to get up. Lean on us and remember that the meds will kick in. Just keep moving for me, yeah?” My voice is calm and firm. I ease him up into a sitting position while he grimaces, but nods. Ghost and I share a look as we move simultaneously to get Soap up onto his feet. He groans and I brace a hand against his bindings to make sure they hold fast. As soon as I meet Price’s eyes, he nods and we start moving out.

Gaz moves towards me to take Soap, but I give him a sharp look. I’m the medic, the sick and injured are my responsibility. I keep Soap’s arm around my shoulders and push ahead with Ghost on his other side. The whole time I keep him talking quietly, distracting him and verbally poking him to keep his mind occupied. A single mention of his favorite football team sends him on a rant for five minutes straight and I don’t think I mistake seeing Ghost’s mask twitch as he smiles.

Gaz and Price are quiet as we make slow progress forward, letting me do my work, but I feel their eyes on us every now and then. Especially on me. Things go a bit easier when the pain pills I gave him kick in and Soap is practically back to himself by the time we get back to camp. Ghost helps me lay him down while everyone else packs up. We were planning to leave tomorrow, but tonight serves just as well.

Gingerly, I help Soap out of his tac vest and shirt before taking a proper look at the wound. “How’s the pain, soldier?” I set his hand on my knee again as I check to see how much blood has seeped into the gauze.

“Three. Barely twinges.” He responds and I give him a critical look as his grip on my leg tightens just a touch as I check my work. But I don’t call him out on it.

“It’s not too bad.” I tell him honestly as I remove the bandages, taking special care to clean the wound this time even as Soap winces. “As long as it’s kept clean and the dressing changed often, you’ll heal in no time. Hope you don’t mind my company because you’ll be seeing a lot of me for a while.”

He shakes his head, a little smile on his face. “Wouldn’t mind it a bit, G, but I can look after myself.”

“Not a chance.” My voice is firm and I make sure to stare into his eyes, placing a hand with blood smeared over my fingers on his shoulder. “That might’ve been how you did it before, but I’m your medic now. No one touches these bandages other than me. Especially not you. Understood, soldier?”

He swallows, then his smile grows as he gives me a nod. “Yes, ma’am.” I nod in return and finish wrapping the wound again while his eyelids droop. “Thanks, lass.” My hand lightly pats his shoulder before I lay his shirt over his chest while I stand.

“Sleep. Move a muscle and I’ll have you strapped to the inside of the car.” He hums his acknowledgement while I stand up and walk over to the men lingering around the back of our jeep. “He’ll be fine. It’s not too deep and didn’t hit anything that’ll cause problems later. We can move out whenever we’re ready.”

Price nods. “Let’s head out then. The sooner, the better.” He receives a chorus of acceptance from me and the others. I’m quick to pack up and slide my bag in the back along with the others before we get Soap in the jeep. Price drives, Ghost sits in the passenger seat, then Gaz and Soap sit on either side of me in the back.

“How are we doing, Soap?” I ask softly as we drive across the landscape, not exactly keeping to roads and worn paths.

He grunts with a hand braced against the wound. “Really enjoying the bumps, Cap.”

“We’ll reach a road in a few minutes. Stick it out, Johnny.” Price responds and Soap curses as he hits a particularly deep crater. My hand moves Soap’s to my knee again, holding it there as a touchstone. I’d rather not give him any more pain pills to avoid him getting drowsy, but I don’t want him incapacitated with pain. Keeping his hand there will help me know if he can handle it.

“This can’t be the worst you’ve had, Soap.” I poke a bit of fun at him and he half-smiles, scoffing.

“Not a chance. Being shot in the leg was a fucking bitch.” He shakes his head before leaning it back against the headrest. His eyes slide to mine. “What about you, G? What’s your worst?” I blink, hesitating as I consider the question. Price hits another bump and Soap hisses while Gaz tries to hide a chuckle as a cough. “You fuckin’ aiming for them, Cap?” His accent gets a bit thicker and I glance up at the rearview mirror to find Price’s eyes already on me. I shake my head slightly. Soap’s question is fine.

“Depends on what you consider worst. The most painful or the one that left me the most fucked up?” I offer and interest flashes in Soap’s eyes. I’ve got him distracted, at least. “I got shot in the left shoulder, then had to fend off an assailant in hand to hand. Worked the bullet deeper into my muscle since it wasn’t clean through. Took forever to heal and it’s a miracle I still have full movement. Couldn’t raise my arm above my shoulder for months.” The men nod or grimace, understanding and easily relating.

“Thought I was going to go stir crazy every time I’ve been put on bed rest.” Soap grumbles and I don’t bother telling him that he’s going to be on bed rest as soon as we get back to base.

“That’s because you can’t stay still for five minutes.” Gaz teases and Soap gives him a grin and a half-shrug to say he’s not wrong.

“Drives most medics crazy. Hope you’re up for it, G.” Ghost comments from the front and I look pointedly towards Soap.

“He’s not going to be difficult for me, are you, Johnny?” I ask expectantly and he shakes his head immediately. The men chuckle while I glance at Price in the mirror and fight a smile of my own. There’s a new edge in his eyes, a soft one, and I find that I like seeing it there.

Gaz shifts in place, a grin on his face as he stares at Soap. “You’ve already got him purring like a cat, G. What were in those pills you gave him?”

“Shut it, Gaz. You heard her threaten that guy in the bar. I’m trying to keep my balls where they are.” The car rumbles with laughter again, mine included, although it’s too quiet for anyone else to hear. We finally reach a dirt road and the ride becomes a fraction easier. Soap eventually falls asleep while I watch over him, my hand still on top of his where it sits on my thigh.

* * *

After a brief argument when we get on base, I force Soap into the med tent to stay overnight for observation. There’s a nagging feeling in my gut. I wait for him to finish taking a shower after I carefully wrapped the bandages so they wouldn’t get wet. He quirks a brow when he finds me waiting for him and I wave him into bed so I can take a look at the wound one last time before everyone turns in.

“This isn’t my first, you know.” He quips as he lets me check it again.

I give him a placating look. “After so long in the business, you learn to trust your gut. Better to be paranoid and wrong than careless and miss something that kills you.” That shuts him up promptly and my lips press together as I look at the wound. It looks a little red, almost inflamed. I replace the bandages before digging through a cabinet nearby, then come back with a bottle of water and pills. “Antibiotics, just to be safe. If there was something on the blade and it’s infected, then you’ll probably get a fever in the night. It’ll get worse from there depending on the infection.”

He takes the pills and swallows them, blinking at my words before remarking sarcastically, “Great.”

I give him what I hope is a reassuring smile. “I’ll be here. After I head to my room for a bit, I’ll come back with food and you’ll be stuck with me for the night so I can keep an eye on you.”

Amusement creeps back into his eyes as he sits up a little in bed. “They do have people here whose job it is to stay the night. I know you’re just as worn out as I am after the mission.”

I toss the bed’s blankets up over his legs with a firm look telling him to stay put. “Pretty sure I already told you that the only one touching those bandages is me.”

He hums, his smile widening a bit. “You know, I like this possessive side to you, G.”

“Uh-huh. You’ll like it even more when I zip-tie you to the bed if you don’t do everything I say.” I return sweetly and he swallows as I pat his foot, then head to the door. Surprise flits across my face as I see Price waiting for me and I walk over, stopping beside him and turning to look at Soap just like he is.

“Not being too obstinate, is he?” Price asks and he keeps his voice lower than usual while nurses file in and out of the tent while they take care of their own charges.

I heave a breath, but shake my head. “He’s been a good patient so far, but we both know restlessness settles in a little later.” He nods with the corner of his mouth lifting. I hesitate a moment before leaning a shoulder against the wall behind us and turning my body towards him. “My gut is telling me that it’s infected.”

Price turns towards me as well and his expression turns serious. He’s been in this business longer than me and he strikes me as the kind of man who doesn’t disregard his gut either. “Plan of action?”

My eyes cut to Soap idly tying knots with a lace pulled free from one of his boots. “I’m leaving him to have some time alone. We won’t know whether I’m right or not until late into the night, anyway. I’ll come back in an hour or two and keep an eye on him.”

He nods, pressing his lips together before he looks at me. “Alright. Keep me updated if he takes a turn for the worse. And don’t neglect yourself either.” Price gives me a pointed look that I respond to with a small smile. It’s getting a little easier to give those out, recently.

“Understood, Captain. I plan on spending an hour in the shower.” I get him to smile too as I salute him playfully, then head out to my room.

* * *

I keep my promise. Well, mostly. I spend a long time in the shower, then change into a tank-top and comfortable pants. My skin is still hot from my shower and I cool off a bit as I walk to the mess hall and get some food as promised before heading back to the med-tents. Soap shoves every morsel of food I give to him into his mouth and I shake my head while eating my own a tad slower. He crashes soon after and I take the time to set everything I might need on the small table next to the bed.

After that, the only thing to do is wait. I curl up in the chair next to him and get as comfortable as I can in the uncomfortable chair. There are one or two other nurses that mill around, but otherwise it’s quiet. Eventually, I find myself falling asleep. I’ve slept in worse places in my military career. I’m still on the cusp of sleep when I feel something settling over me. My eyes flash open and I look up in an instant to see the culprit. His hands freeze and his eyes widen as I find Ghost draping his jacket over me.

I sigh in relief and relax back into the chair, my eyes shutting a moment as my heart thunders in my chest. “Ghost.” I greet him with a scratchy voice before looking towards Soap and moving to get up. “Everything okay?” He puts a hand on my shoulder to hold me in place.

“Everything’s fine. Just came to check on the stubborn bastard to make sure he wasn’t causin’ too much trouble.” He says quietly, his voice gruff and low. “Didn’t expect you to be here, G.”

I relax back into my chair with his jacket tucked snug around me. “I’m here for the duration. Just to make sure everything goes okay.”

His brows furrow. His usual skull mask is gone to leave only the black fabric he wears under it. It’s nice seeing more of his face even if the skin around his eyes is still painted black. “You expectin’ something to go wrong?”

I shrug a shoulder. “It’s just a precaution. A gut feeling.” My lips purse as I look at Soap, slack-jawed and snoring softly. “It could be infected. Or I could be paranoid.” I sigh again as I lean my head back against the chair and Ghost’s mask twitches.

“Either way, thanks for looking out for him.” Ghost crosses his arms and leans a hip against the end of Soap’s bed.

I raise a brow at him. “It’s my job.”

“No.” Ghost shakes his head, eyes crinkling just a touch as I think he smiles again. “This is going above and beyond your job, G. And I’m grateful. So’s everyone else on the team.” I blink as I take in the compliment and his jacket tucked around me. It’s sweet. Terribly sweet.

“I’m glad to do it, Ghost. You all have been pretty welcoming and I know I don’t come off the warmest, but I appreciate it.” Discomfort swirls in my chest at admitting it, but he took a risk thanking me. I can return the favor. “You’re my team.” It’s a claim and a promise. I’ll be loyal, dedicated, treat them like family, as long as they’re just as loyal to me.

Ghost nods, seeing this and understanding. He understands more than the others, if I had to guess. “And we’ve got you just as much as you’ve got us, G. Even if it takes a while for you to see that.” I smile as I pull his jacket a bit closer around me. I’m coming around to the idea.

* * *

I fall back asleep after Ghost leaves, but not for long.

Soap’s peaceful snores fade and I wake up when I hear a grunt to find him half-sitting up with his blankets tossed off. He gives me a weak smile when he sees my eyes open. “Sorry, lass. Afraid I’m not feeling great.” I lay Ghost’s jacket over the back of my chair and I’m up in an instant. My hands smooth over his cheek, then his forehead.

“Your skin is hot.” I murmur, knowing he has a fever.

He huffs a soft laugh. “Always knew I was hot.” The corner of my mouth lifts as I help him sit up a bit more and take his sweat-soaked shirt off, then wipe away the sheen covering his chest, back, and forehead.

“It’s going to be a rough night for you, Johnny, but the only way through it is straight.” I set the small towel aside before gently pushing him back down to lay on the bed. Next, I grab two other washcloths I have set aside and head over to the sink to soak them before coming back.

“You certainly don’t sugarcoat things, G.” He chuckles as I lay one cold cloth over his bare chest, then fold the other as I pat his face with it before laying it over his forehead.

“You want me to tell you pretty lies?” I ask softly, aware of the few other patients still sleeping around the room.

His head shakes. “Never said I didn’t like it, lass. Think it’s refreshing.” He takes a deep breath and I rub the cool cloth over his chest before wetting it in cool water again and returning it. “Reminds me a little of Ghost.”

“Oh yeah?” There’s a little surprise in my voice, but I suppose I was just thinking that Ghost understood me more than the others. “He was here earlier to check on you. Based on what he and Price said, I expected a little more resistance from you.” I reach up and flip the washcloth on his forehead so the cool side is against his skin.

He gives me a crooked grin despite the fever, pain, and exhaustion I’m sure he’s feeling. “I’m a sucker for a gentle touch, lass. And I’m a little bit afraid of you.” I chuckle and his eyes light up a little. “Am I delirious or was that a laugh? Can’t wait to tell Gaz I got you to crack first.”

“It was barely a laugh. Hardly counts.” I tease and his eyelids get a little heavy. “Sleep if you can, Johnny. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

He hums in lieu of a laugh. “Good thing I’m not tryin’ then. In fact, think someone would have to pry you out of the team’s cold, dead hands to get you away from us now.” His eyes fall shut as he speaks and I keep gently dabbing his face with the cold washcloth. I let the words sink into me along with Ghost’s earlier, feeling them tether me to the team and the men that create it. But it doesn’t feel like a weight. It feels like a life preserver, buoying me over the waves I’ve been fighting against for a while now. Finally, I take a breath without worrying about whether I’ll take on water.

“Yeah,” I whisper, resting my hand on the cloth on his chest to feel his heart. “I’m getting pretty fond of you all too.”

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lilykatelyn-blog · 1 year

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Birthday Boys <3

Pairing: Han Jisung x female!Reader x Lee Felix

Genre: smut, fluff

warnings: polyamory relationship, established relationship, memberxmember action, choking (not a lot but still a little bit), Dom!Felix, Switch!Reader, Sub!Han, kissing, making out, boob kink (it’s Han, what else?), head (m and f receiving), morning sex, late night sex, hickeys, Lix is both their doms, reader is hannie’s Dom, han is just the full time sub (no specified gender, pls tell me if I’m wrong or missed any).

summary: you love giving both your boyfriends the special treatment on their birthday.

note: I will definitely rewrite this sometime and tag it in the masterlist next to this.

You and Lix were mean, but made it soo worth it. You two decided to wake up Jisung with a little morning head. You were sucking and licking his shaft while Lix fondled his balls and kissed up and down his abs. “mmh- wha-what are you guys- oh fuck,” ooh! Looks like your plan worked out, he woke up alright, and with the best reaction ever. “G-guys, what a-are you doing?” He ended his question with a whimper, oh how cute your hannie is. You popped off his dick with a loud pop noise and giggled. “Waking you up silly!” Lix groaned in response, still really tired and lazily kissing the oldest abs. You went back on sucking his shaft and listened to his beautiful moans and breathy whimpers. When he came it was quick and a lot. “W-wow.. wow.” You and Lix both giggled at his reaction. “Nice way to wake up Sungie?” “Nice? Fucking amazing, you guys.” While you and Jisung cuddled, Felix suddenly got up. “Where-?” You stopped Han from getting up before explaining. “He’s getting breakfast silly.” “Mm, you brats. Sit up and eat breakfast.” Felix groaned in his deep morning voice. “Thanks lixie!” You both chimes in unison as he went back to sleep in between you two.

after showering (which may or may not have included more fooling around), you guys went shopping for Jisung and Lix’s birthday, and you payed for it all. “FUCKING 1,370,557 WON(£1,032)?!!! WHAT TYPE OF FUCKING JERSEY IS THAT MUCH??!!!” You screamed on the way home as the two idiots kept laughing at your misery. “Oh fuck off you two, you two were the sugar babies today, I spent more on you than I make in a month.” “Babe, it was your choice to pay, we would have paid?” Felix offered. “WHAT? NO? FUCK OFF.” You quickly retaliated. In response they just chuckled, making you even more frustrated, which made them smile because they thought your angry face was cute. “What else is planned for our birthday sweetheart?” Felix asked, whispering in your ear. “Hmm,” you pretended to think, “dinner, a movie, and then cuddles!” You teased, they groaned no response to you implying they wouldn’t get lucky. “Please tell me sex is somewhere in the cuddles or movie?” Han shamelessly begged. “I dunno,” you hummed turning back to the road.

“What movie?” “Die hard!” You and Jisung both exclaimed. You three cuddled up together, you in between Felix’s legs, Han in between yours. somewhere, probably halfway, into the movie, you ended up on Han’s lap while Felix kissed up and down your neck. He was sucking your tongue as Felix sucked your neck, doubling the pleasure. Han then pulled away, making you whine. “Let’s-let’s go into the bed-bedroom, guys- hnngh.” He threw his head back in pleasure as the younger of the two joined you in kissing up and down his neck. “Guy-Guys! W-we should go to the bed, w-where we have spa-ace.” You and Felix giggled together at his misery, letting him lead you to the bedroom.

time skip bc I’m not sure how to transition this-

Jisung was a sweaty mess as well as a moaning mess, Felix sucking his cock as you sat on his face, was he a moaning mess, constantly whining as well. “Hnngh, close- close, close closecloseclses!” He whined, his cum spurting into Felix’s hot mouth. You climbed off him just after he rode you through your orgasm. “Sit on my dick Babe.” Lix told Jisung, obviously Jisung obeyed, bc why not? “Princess, sit on Ji’s Dick.” He ordered, you quickly did, he let you two adjust before giving one sharp thrust up, fucking Jisung into you. Whimpers and whines could be heard from Jisung, moans and pants from you could be heard, and from Felix were near animalistic groans. “Cum-cum- CUMMinG!” Jisung quite literally screamed, the thing that pushed him over the edge was Felix putting his hand around Ji’s neck and applying pressure. “Mm- I-I’m-im cumming!” You whined, the knot butted inside your stomach. “Ah- me too-,” Felix came with a deep groan and bit Jisung’s shoulder.

“that- was fucking amazing.” The elder of them sighed, laying down next to you. “Agreed.” Felix chuckled, settling down on your other side. “Wait until you wake up with head in the morning, pretty boy.” You turned to Felix. “Oh really?” “Uh-huh! And I’m gonna edge you like last year you did to me!” Han pouted. “Mm, happy birthday you two.” You whispered as you fell asleep sandwiched between the two.

(I swear to god it is 1am and I wrote such dog shit-, I’m probably going to redo this in the near future or sum)

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Fallen angel!Adam x Moth Healer!Reader

Chapter 3: The beautiful light

(Ch.1) (Ch.2) (Ch.3)

Warnings: Swearing, nightmares, cannibalism, and smoking

A/n: Just wanna thank all the peeps that were able to vote on the poll I made a few days ago <33 Had no idea what to do for the story so voting really helped me. Also this one’s kinda L O N G, I just had a lot of ideas for this part. (Also this song just reminded me of this fic listen to it PLS)

Adam’s pov:

Another weird ass dream, ever since I moved in this chicks hip-dip apartment I’ve been getting them. It’s mostly the day of the extermination, I can’t believe I didn’t turn back as soon as they started fighting back. Now I let everyone in heaven down, even Lute.

Whatever, I need to go wiz. I should probably stay quiet otherwise that butterfly bitch might wa-

Third dream pov (idk what to call it):

Before Adam can finish his thoughts, he looks towards the mirror, revealing his angel form but severely injured, and with a large gaping wound in his chest, surrounded by blood. Adam lets out a startled yelp, backing up against the bathroom door, awakening him.

Normal third pov:

Adam wakes up, startled at his new dream. He had still been lying on the couch, but his eyes wider than ever. He sits up, some of the leather couch sticking against his sweaty body, scratching the back of his head. The grey morning sky shined between the window blinds, he wanted to go back to sleep, but who could after a dream like that?

Adam rushes to the bathroom, quickly opening the door and turning on the lights, heading straight to the mirror. He gently touches his left horn, feeling a mix of relief but also disappointment that he’s back in his new body.

A lousy cough escapes his chapped lips, feeling that his throat is dry, and decides to get water from the kitchen tap, grabbing a mug and filling it up with water. Sure it tasted weird and warm, but he didn’t care. He chugged the nearly the whole thing in one sip, with some water spilling from the cup to his chin hairs. Adam slams the cup against the table.

Suddenly, a displeasing alarm goes off in the distance. He realizes that he’s not alone in here, what could that alarm be for tho? Y/n steps out of from her room still in her pajamas, yawning.

“Oh Adam!... What are you doing up this early?” She asks while heading to the kitchen. “I dunno man, just felt like it.” He responds in annoyance, “What are you doing up this early? You’re the one with the annoying ass alarm.”

Y/n rolls her eyes a bit while opening the fridge and taking out a box of frozen waffles, “I just have somethings to do today, so I thought I’d wake up early. I’m planning to pick up something from cannibal town.” She begins putting some waffles in a toaster while making herself a latte. “Gasp, you should totally come!!” Y/n exclaims excitedly.

Adam looks alarmed, offended even, and just stairs in confusion. “Y/n, why in the fuck, would I want to go anywhere, in this miserable place.” He says in a brutally honest manner. “I mean seriously, are you blind? Have you seen what goes on out there??” Adam pulls y/n to the window opening the blinds, revealing a guy getting his brains blown out.

Y/n cringes at the sight, “okay yeah it’s not great, but cannibal town is pretty enjoyable! Cmon you’ll see what I mean when we go there, plus you get to try out those wings of yours.” She says pointing at his scaly two scaly things, leading Adam to spread one of them a bit.

Y/n stares at Adam waiting for an answer, he sighs in annoyance, “eugh, fine I’ll go. Whatever means I can crash in here.” She then jumps in excitement, “Yess!! Also you’re going to have to pay at least half of the rent here if you wanna stay.” (He really thought 😭)

Time skip: 2hours

Adam waits on the couch waiting for y/n to finish up getting ready, y/n was lucky to find her old roommates clothes in his size. He has a leather jacket, along with black jeans and a Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt. He’s wearing the same boots he wore when he got here tho, he thought they’d look good with his jacket. Adam flinches at the sudden steps of y/n who just finished up, walking in the room.

“Sorry, I didnt scare you did I?” She says chuckling whilst brushing her hair. She had a long forest green skirt, along with a brown laced top and a cardigan that only reached her elbows. “So do you wanna fly or walk there? I can teach you how!”

Adam realizes, he has to pretend he doesn’t know how to fly, otherwise she might get suspicious. He assumes that since one angel has fallen, then there must be a shit ton. He can’t let her know that he’s the reason for the exterminations. “yeah, yeah totally totes you can definitelyteachmehowtoflymanandstuffhahahha” He rambles on while his eyebrows are furrowed and making finger guns to him, noticeably sweating his ass off.

Y/n notices this, then coming to a conclusion. “I know why you’re nervous, Adam..” She says gently, while looking up at him. Adam panics, nearly choking on his spit, “Ar-Ar you serious?”

“Yeah..

you must be afraid of heights!” She exclaimed happily, truly a eureka moment for this woman. Adam sighs in relief, the most unbearable relief anyone has ever felt. “I knew it from the moment I saw you, it’s always the tall ones.” She says shaking her head. “We don’t have to fly, Adam. It’s only a mile or two away, we’ll get there in no time!” Y/n adds picking up her messenger bag. “Now, let’s get going!” She says with a bright smile.

As they step onto the sidewalk, y/n notices that Adam seems a bit cautious. Normally when he was in hell it was to commit a massacre, not having to worry about a sinner hurting them because-well they couldn’t at the time. But now things are different, he’s one of them now.

“Relax,” Y/n starts, “just stay out of trouble, and stick with me. Oh and also watch your step, these guys are open to just taking a dump anywhere they’d like.”

The two begin to walk on the dirty sidewalk, y/n being extra careful about where she’s walking, but Adam doesn’t really mind stepping on a used condom or some junkies bag of coke.

“So, what’s it like up there?” Y/n asks, Adam gets alarmed at her question, stuttering a bit. “uuuUUP WHERE?”

“On earth! I heard that the sky is blue instead of red. And the animals there are not as scaly” y/n begins to stroke the soft hairs on her left wing, she was truly torturing this poor man. “How do the animals look here?” He asks, before y/n can respond,

splat!

A large red fleshy snake falls onto the ground, not really moving that much, just there. “I think that should answer your question” y/n then walks over the seemingly dead snake, while Adam does the same.

“So like, what do you guys do here all day?” Adam questions while sneering at the explicit posters causally displayed out in the open. “I mean, that depends on who you’re asking. Most people go on a rampage as soon as they get here, at least from what I see.” Y/n shrugs. “But sometimes you find a stable part of hell, or at least as stable as hell can be.” Adam becomes slightly intrigued about what she’s saying about hell. “Like, I work at a cafe around here. It’s nice but it’s a bit hard to keep up the wage when angels and demons wreck the place every now and then.” She says sadly, Adam feeling a wave of shame, that she has to live in constant fear while working because of others, and sometimes him.

Eventually, both y/n and Adam finally enter cannibal town. Adam being a bit wary, since he sees many familiar faces around the place, but not for good reason. Y/n then noticing, “Adam? You don’t look so good, is something wrong?” She questions. Adam begins to snap out of his cautious mode, “uhh, yeah?It’s not like on earth people are open to just eating each other out in the open-and NOT in the good way.” He scoffs, pointing to a gentlemen eating another’s guts out. “Oof, Rosie might wanna get that checked at.” Y/n says looking over at where Adam is pointing.

“And who the hell is Rosie??” Adam asks pretty loudly, “The mayor, but I’m sure she’s busy today. Anyways, I’m gonna go to the florist shop. Whole I go you can..” Y/n begins to look around, trying to find a place for Adam to get distracted, then finding a smoke store nearby. “-go to the smoke shop!” She suggests pointing nervously to the shop, hoping that her assumption wouldn’t offend him.

Adam stared at the shop for a bit, he had smoked before, but it was mostly when he was able to disguise himself as a human and go to earth. But he hasn’t done that in a while, last time he smoked he found himself passed out at the back of some hippies van. Ever since Sera made sure he was always watched whenever he went to earth.

“…yeah sure I’ll go smoke.” He submits. Y/n taking a breath of relief, “good! I’ll be in the shop if you need me” Y/n quickly gives him a nice 50, then going off to the flower shop.

Adam finishes his shopping trip pretty quickly, to be fair all he had was 50$ and the store was quite small. He just bought a bubbler and a pack of cigarettes, along with a lighter of course. He sits on a bench that had been between the two stores, then smoking one of the cigarettes.

He sat on that thing for at least 6 or 7 minutes. As he was sitting, he did notice that this place was nicer than every other part of hell. A bit weird to think about, how just a few days ago they were trying to kill each other. A huge gust of wind blows his cigar onto the floor, and into a puddle to his left. His attention is then drawn into the reflection for a few seconds, but he shrinks away from the pain of realizing he’s a demon now, and turns away closing his eyes.

After a good 9 minutes, y/n comes out with a woven basket of lavender, as well as candles with flowers inside of them. “Oh I took so long didn’t I?” She apologizes. “They just had a great sale on candles I couldn’t resist!” Y/n begins to sit down with Adam, hoping to rest a bit after standing round for a bit. “So, how have your last few days been down here?”

“Shitty. Do you have any eyeliner?” Adam replies manspreading, him being slightly slouched down. Y/n then scurries in her bag, hoping to find some. “I didn’t strike you as the type to wear eyeliner.” She chuckles, handing him the small stick along with a hand mirror. “What shape do you like putting it? I like a thin feline, it’s cute but basic.” Y/n shrugs, “Do I look like Jeffery star to you? I don’t know the fuckin species of eyeliner.” He laughs shaking his head giving himself a soft Smoke. Y/n laughs along with him, setting down the basket of lavender and candles between them.

“I got the lavender stuff for you.” Y/n says, Adam pauses, looking over at y/n. “…you’re not that smart are you?” Adam stares judgmentally, y/n taking lots of offense to his comment but keeping quiet. “Why do I need flowers right now? I don’t need a pity gift, especially if they’re some fucking flowers.” Adam scoffs. “No, they aren’t a pity gift or anything, I can tell you haven’t slept peacefully ever since you’ve gotten here.” Y/n removes a bit of the cloth on the basket to take one of the lavenders out. “These will be able to help you, I can make tea out of them and they’ll help you out. Or we can use the aromatherapy I got with it too, just in case you don’t like tea.” Y/n offers, she reaches over to gently grab Adam’s hand places it on hers.

“I know you’re going through a lot Adam. You don’t have to tell me why, but I need you to know that hiding your feelings wont do any good for you.” She explains giving a worried but weirdly comforting look at him, “so please, let me help you.”

Adam stares into y/n’s maroon and green eyes. He then feels as if a big weight of pressure left his chest, he’s never been able to have a person understand him like this. Especially when they don’t really know who he is. Tears slowly form in his red eyes, as y/n pulls him in for a hug. Feeling the warmth in her body made him feel safe in a way, that he could trust her. That she can always help him when he needs it. He didn’t know the exact words for it, but all he knew is that he hadn’t felt this way ever since Eden.

Adam’s dream pov:

Both Adam and y/n had gotten back to the house, it was a nice trip back since Adam finally trusted her a whole lot more. Once they got back y/n gave Adam some lavender tea, sure he would rather drink a cup of literal vomit than tea but he was desperate to sleep soundly for once. Hell, he could even sleep in jeans if we wanted to.

Adam practically throws himself on the couch, immediately going to sleep as soon as his cheek hits the pillow. He dreams of nothing but a void of darkness, as others do, but in that void he sees a familiar face in it, carrying a beautiful light with it. As the light came closer, it transformed into something Adam can only described as beauty.

He wasn't sure who it was tho, he's seen many women in his life, but he couldn't poke out who it was, only little things.The way she laughed, felt like small bubbles popping in his head. and her teeth coming from her smile, like beams of light, peaking through clusters and clusters of trees. And her eyes, oh her gorgeous eyes, like two pearls shining against the sunlight. Whoever it was, was truly gorgeous. But who was it?

Lilith?

Eve?

Lute?

No, it can’t be

You just met her..

Y/n? ♡

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bb-sg · 2 years

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Not sure what your limit is but can you pls do jealousy HCs for these jjk men: Toji Gojo Nanami Sukuna Geto? Lmk if tooo much >.<

It’s not too much! I only did 3 of these guys for now but plan on finishing the other two this weekend and making it a whole HC. Thank you for the idea! 🥹 Here’s the start of it, hope you like!

Jealously HC for JJK Men- Part 1!

TW: Sm*t, rough s*x, jealous/yandere theme, degradation.

Let me know if I missed any.

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Gojo:

• Doesn’t understand why you insist on wearing clothes that show off your legs and ample shape in public. He is the only one who should be honored and lucky enough to see your exposed skin.

• Walks behind you whenever your wearing a skirt, so he’s the only one that gets to see that view.

• Watches how strangers interact with you closely. Waiting to step in when someone gets too close or their eyes start to wander over your body too much

• He will hang off of you, drape his arm over your shoulder, hold you around the waist when he feels the gaze of the vultures just waiting to swoop in and steal you from him.

• Gojo wants to stake his claim on you publicly, making it impossible for you to seek attention anywhere else but from him. He buys you a necklace with his clan's name on it and expects you to wear it whenever you’re not with him.

• Gojo is annoyed when strangers try to flirt with you, or give you attention, but knows that they could never replace him, not unless you want them to.

• Which is why he sees red when he watches you from afar, laughing and giggling with your best guy friend.

• He fantasizes about ripping your friend to shreds when Gojo sees him touching your arm, giving you his sweatshirt to wear or when he catches him stealing glances down your shirt or up your skirt.

• loses his patience when he sees your friend trying to wrap an arm around you when you say you are cold. Gojo warps between the two of you, pulling you close and teasing you for not bringing a jacket even though he told you to. He pretends he hasn’t been watching the two of you, seething at the thought of someone laying a finger on what is his.

• He grabs your hand and pulls you into the nearest bathroom so he can bend you over the sink and make you scream. He doesn’t stop until he’s sure you are loud enough for your friend to hear.

• He uses the necklace he gave you as leverage while he takes his anger out on you, thrusting deep inside you. He pulls the necklace tight enough that the imprint of his name will be left on your neck for everyone to see.

• “If you want to act like a slut then I’ll go ahead and treat you like one.”

Nanami:

• Claims that he is not a jealous lover, understanding that he cannot truly own you, even if he wants to.

• Doesn’t care that you wear short skirts and skin-tight clothes because he knows this is all superficial, it is the intimacy between you two that is important.

• Nanami lets all the looks and glances of others slide by without concern until he meets your so-called “work husband”

• When he comes to visit you at your job and finds a man leaning over your shoulder, as you type away at your laptop, Nanami starts to worry.

• Nanami sees how you and this man interact and he wants to tell you to quit your job. He watches as you two share inside jokes, laughing, talking like you two have known each other for years.

• When you invite your “work husband” to meet your actual husband, Nanami grips the man’s hand so hard during the handshake that the man winces.

• Nanami tries to brush it off as workplace friendships but can’t shake the feeling that this man is sharing a part of your life with you that he will never be able to reciprocate.

• Nanami has had enough when you come home smiling and laughing about something that your “work husband” said today. He wants to be the reason you are smiling.

• He decides to remind you who is supposed to be the one to make you feel good by burying himself so deep inside you that you forget all about that “work husband” of yours.

• When you try to cover your face while reaching your high, he stops and makes you watch him, forcing you to come undone around him.

• “Look at me, I want you to see who is making you cum. See who makes you feel this good, and know that nobody else can make you cum like this.”

• Nanami claims that he isn’t a jealous lover, but he just happens to keep your phone nearby so he can “accidentally” call your pathetic work husband when you are screaming for him.

Toji

• Toji doesn’t care what you wear, because he knows that he’ll be able to break any man’s jaw if they so much as try to speak to you.

• He almost enjoys watching you flaunt yourself around in public knowing that you know you are his and no one else’s.

• He doesn’t even mind when he sees his friends ogling you when you bend down to tie your shoe.

• What he does mind is seeing you leaning over a pool table trying to make a shot while his friend has nestled in behind you, pressed against you to help show you how to sink the ball. He knows you know how to play pool better than him, wondering why you let him be that close to you.

• Toji makes eye contact with you while you give him a sly smile. You wiggle your ass against his friend while watching him fume with rage. He finally cracks when his friend's hand grips your waist tightly.

• He knows you are trying to antagonize him but still gives into his anger. His trigger finger more than ready. You’ve been naughty by letting another man touch you, touch what he owns.

• Within seconds, he is pulling you away from his friend and forcing you to your knees. He leans against the pool table.

• “Open your mouth and show him whose whore you really are.”

• Toji slides his cock down your throat so far that your nose is touching his pelvis.

• He makes his friend watch as he uses you like a flashlight, gripping your hair for leverage. He needs to know that his friend is aware that he can never have you like this.

• After he cums in your mouth, he makes you hold it on your tongue and show his friend before he spits into your mouth and commands you to swallow.

• He will take you into a more private room to give you your punishment for thinking you could even think about leaving him for another man. Making you Yelp and cry out with every spank he delivers to your ass.

• “You thought this was a fun game didn’t you? I’ll fuck you dumb so you will never have those stupid thoughts ever again.”

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Han Jisung x reader (Y/N)

'You know that Jennie alreaddy found her soulmate?'

'How is that possible?!'

'I don't know.'

'I am looking for mine, for the past year. The past YEAR!'

'You will find your soulmate, i promise. Just take a chill pill.'

'You are easy talking Ashly. You alreaddy found yours.'

'Hey, i just got lucky.'

'Lucky bastard.'

'Cmon have some hope.'

'Yeah, like i still have that.'

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You were sitting in the back row. Your books placed in a very particular way. Your professor was sitting at his desk, sipping from his coffee.

Actually he was sipping way to loudly, it annoyed you. You saw other students started to come inside.

Suddenly you saw somebody. You never saw him here before. Maybe a new student? Could be? He turned his head around and immediatly saw you.

Your eyes connected like magnets, you couldn't let go off his eyes. He stared into your soul, you kinda liked it.

He came up to the back room and sat next to you.

Your body shivered, and your two body's wanted to touch eachother. There was like a sort of power field which tried to connect you two. The weird tense between you two started to grow. Your hand tried to reach out for his, but you controlled it.

'I am Y/N.' you suddenly said. 'And you are?'

In your mind, a little voice said: Han.

'I am Han, Han Jisung.'

That was problaby a lucky guess of yours.

'Cool name.' you smiled.

'Are you new here?'

'Yes, i am.'

'You know people here?'

'No, not really.'

'You can stick with me, like a magnet. If you want to ofcourse...'

'Sure, thank you Y/N.' you both smiled at eachother.

When the less started, you couldn't keep your hands away from him. One moment, you felt his hand next to yours. One time he suddenly grabbed your hand.

After 30 minutes he realised he was holding your hand.

'I am sorry.' he whispered.

'Its okay.' you winked.

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You two became close friends, because there was this weird tense between you two. It was easier to connect because of it. You both also had a sense of humor. A match-made in heaven you can say.

In the past week, weird situations happend. Let me explain...

It was very strange, when you felt pain, he also did. You felt joy, he was happy. You were secretly crying in your dorm, his eyes were red. It was very very strange, but you never thought something about it, untill now...

Today you were chilling with Lee Know and Changbin. Just watching a movie, eating some popcorn. Very unhealthy, but what does it matter?

'I don't get it, why are people in horror movies always so stupid.' Lee Know complained.

'Appartently, they like to die.'

'I would fight them, but nobody would harm me, mister cutie pie.'

you and Lee Know rolled your eyes.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

'I will open.'

'Okay.' Changbin said with a moutfull of popcorn.

You went to the door and opened it. By your susprise, you saw Han standing there. In a green sweater. h

'Oh hey Han. Watcha doing?'

'I am bored, can i stay with you?'

'Yeah sure, but you problaby mean me, Changbin and Lee Know.'

'They are here?"

'Yeah we watching a scary movie!'

'Cool!' he jumped in excitement.

You laughed, because it was kinda... cute...

You were sitting on the couch, covered by a blanket. Lee Know was getting more snacks because Changbin ate them all. You saw Han sitting on the cold floor.

'You can sit with me.'

'Hey psst, Han!'

'Yeah, sorry what did you say?'

'You can sit next to me. Under the warm blanket!'

'You don't need to- you know nevermind.' he jumped into the couch under the blankets.

'This blanket is so soft!' he says stunned.

'I have two of them!'

'Really?! Gimme it!'

'Here catch!' you threw it in his face, kind of.

'Thank you.'

All four of you were watching the scary movie. As always Lee Know complained about the tiny little stuff. Changbin stared with big eyes. You and Han were very close to eachother. Just staring open-mouthed towards the screen.

Suddenly you both got a jumpscare of the sudden scene. He wrapped his arms around your waist. You stayed in that position for about 20 minutes. The warmth of his body made you calm. You observed his facial features. His eyes were so beautifull and his lips so full. You wondered how they felt... were they soft?

Were his hands soft? On your body.... you gasped of the thoughts. Slapping your face.

'What is wrong?'

'Nothing, nothing. I am just *yawn* so tired. I am going to mine bed, y'all can watch the movie further.'

'Oww... you sure?'

'I am sure. Goodnight you three.'

You never had such dirty thoughts...

You layed down on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Not even 5 minutes had passed and you wanted to go back... back to Han... Hannie.

You looked at your door, wanting to go back into his arms. You missed his warmth.

You stood up and walked over towards your door. You opened it and bumped into someone. You looked up and saw two beautifull brown eyes staring at you.

'Han, what are you doing here?' you asked. Your hands placed on his chest.

'Your eyes are beautifull.'

'What?'

'Nothing.. Can i come in?'

'Sure sure.' you smiled

'Wow your bed is big!'

'Yeah.'

He ran and jumped into it.

'So soft.'

you giggled.

'Come lay next to me.'

you ran and jumped into the blankets.

You layed on the bed and looked towards the ceiling. You could feel Han's movements next to you. Suddenly he placed his head in his hand and looked at you. You noticed his eyes on your body.

'What are you looking at?'

He came closer to you . You felt his breath against your cheek.

You observed his lips. Looking from his eyes towards his lips. Maybe he will understand the hint. Your hands wandering on his chest.

His face was maybe a inch away from yours. His hands on your waist.

You cupped his face and brought your two lips together. Melting away from the taste of his tongue. The kiss was firm and soft, but it started to get more sloppy and wild. You wanted him here, right now. Not wanting to waste any time.

'Gosh Y/N, i cannot stop touching you.' he said.

His hands cupping your cheek. Looking through your eyes like its nothing. The connection between you two was so strong, you couldn't understand.

He connected his lips with your again, this time a bit roughly but still soft. His hands on your waist and your hands embracing his neck. Your tongues swirling together. Your hands wandering under his shirt to feel his muscels.

You heard his whimpers when your touched his tummy. It felt weird to have so much power. His hands interwined with yours and he pinned you against the matress. His tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. He founded your little moans adorable.

With one of his hands he pinned both of your arms on the matress, but the other one started to reach under. His hand found a way in your panties. Your fold were alreaddy wet of his touch and feeling.

'Oh baby, baby alreaddy so wet for me.' his finger slipping in your folds. You could feel his bulge grinding against your pussy.

'Oh Hannie.' you moaned into his mouth. Gripping into his arms. Suddenly he started to play with your clit much faster than you exspected. Your back arched and moans escaped from your mouth.

'I-i am ab-bout to-.' suddenly he stopped.

'I want you to cum all over mine cock baby.' your hands reached over to his belt, undoing it as fast as possible and pulling his pants and underpants down. His cock was big, but like big big. He threw his shirt to the ground. Your eyes were fixated towards his tiny waist.

He took his hard lenght towards you entrance. Sliding into you with a groan. His hands pining yours again on the matress. You let out a moan because of the stretch.

'S-so tight baby.' he groaned. He started to pump into you slowly. Never breaking eye contact. He loved your bright red cheeks. You looked so adorable under him. Overwhelming with pleasure. Your brain couldn't think straight anymore.

He pace started to get a bit faster. His kisses were this time sloppy but still you enjoyed it. His wet hair strands were tickling your face. He started to pump faster and faster into you. Your hands went into his hair.

'Oh, hannie, i-i can'-t.' your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your tongue sticking out of your mouth like a puppy. One of his hands went to cup your cheek, while he pumped into you.

'D-darling, y-you are doing so great.' his attention only focusing on you. His eyes were so beautifull. His sweatty body on yours. You let your arm hang and started to rub against your own clit. The feeling was so overwhelming that you cummed without any warning.

He stayed pumping into you untill he came with a big groan.

He gave you a sloppy kiss again. His hands embracing your body. You could feel his warmth, you could smell his perfume. After he cleaned you up and himself.

You hugged into the crook of his neck, you both decided to stay naked. To feel eachothers body completly.

'I love you baby, so much.' he whispered.

'I love you more.' you kissed his cheek. Your legs wrapping around his waist. Both willing to stay like this forever.

Forever, together.

Nothing would seperate you two.

Cupido would take care of that.

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what wasn’t there before II ✩ Jake sully

contents. 18+ g!reader, dbf!jake, cute names, fluff, adult behavior, age gap

summary. Jake was your father’s best friend but to him, he was like his brother. When you entered puberty, you started to feel foreign feelings about him that certainly, you shouldn’t have been having. When you got a bit older, you grew closer to him and you noticed that he acted the same way toward you.

notes. the love yall give me makes me wanna tear up fr :( also its not edited so sorry for typos and mistakes :/

The last couple of weeks were a rush of adrenaline. The sneaky touching and pecking when your father had his back turned was thrilling but it only pushed you to do it more. Jake had shown you depths of Pandora you never even knew existed and it made you more grateful for his presence in your life.

Not one day went by without him sneaking into your room when he visited to shower you with love. He would do anything just to see your face, even if it was just for a moment. You two grew closer than you had thought was right. Despite the good moments, the doubt you felt never escaped you. Your relationship was obviously dangerous considering Jake was much older than you. However, at his maturity was when your doubt halted. He respected every boundary you had vocally expressed to him and moved completely at your pace.

You wouldn't be shy in saying that your boundaries were certainly strict. But that only lasted until today. Your dad was still asleep as the sun still hurried to rise when you heard the main curtains of your hub shuffle. You were still in bed, appreciating the warm sun on your cheek. The sun shined from the big opening above your bed that worked as a window.

Your head turned when you saw Jake’s big figure walk through the curtains. He removed his bandolier, letting the arrows fall on the floor. His hair was still down from the night before when you used some of your mother’s oil on his hair as hair therapy.

He smiled at you and fell right on top of your body, his arms slowly lowering his torso on top of yours. “Morning, soldier” you chuckled and pressed your lips on his head, giving him tiny kisses.

“you look like an angel in the morning,” he lifted his head up, staring at your face which had started to become red. You pressed his head back into your neck, smelling his coconut-scented hair. This was typical of you two. He would welcome you in the morning in bed, typically before your father woke up, and you would lay there with him, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“What are we doing today?” He asked, his voice muffled.

“My dad will force me to go to the blue petal festival. It’s an annual tradition for us. He wants to take my mom out so he said he needs to get rid of me somehow,” Jake’s body shook as he laughed at your sarcasm.

“Well, lucky you. You’re gonna get more Jake time,” He looked at you and scrunched his nose with a smile. You squished his cheeks together and pouted at his cuteness. “Wanna come with me?”

He raised his eyebrows, “To the festival?”

“Yes dummy,” You said flicking his forehead.

“Are you sure? It isn’t really my setting?”

“Oh wow, is that your excuse for not wanting to hang out with me?” You rolled your eyes at him playfully and pushed him off of you.

“How dare you,” He gasped and tried to reach out for you as you walked towards your wooden wardrobe. You opened the doors and pulled out a white sleeveless tank top with a long blue loincloth to match it.

You placed it in front of your body and smirked at him, “You like it?” His elbow rested on the bed and he stared at you with half-closed eyes, lip between his teeth. “Come here and let me show you how much I like it,” You dropped the outfit on the floor and slowly walked towards him.

He reached out a hand to you and when you grabbed it, he pulled you down on top of him. His arm was secured on your waist as he kissed your face. His lips inched closer to your lips but he avoided them, showing you once again how committed he was to respect you.

You placed each of your arms next to his head on the bed, and you lowered your face to his. His eyes went to your lips and then looked up into your own. “Want me to come to the fest, baby?” he whispered a breathy “hm”.

You breathed on his lips, closing your eyes as you synched your breathing. His hands went down to your lower back, caressing it with his thumbs. You could sense he felt uncertain about whether to make the first move or not so you just initiated it.

“Please, come..” your voice became deeper

You pressed your lips on him, savoring the moment. He moved his lips with yours, slowly and deeply. His hands went on your bum, rubbing it up and down as he found new confidence in being bold with you. His fingers hooked around your shorts, pulling them down to reveal the floral print underwear that he had gifted you.

Underneath, you were clearly wet, the dark, wet patch on your undies making it apparent. Your underwear was creating friction as it was rubbing against his thigh. “you're wet, pretty girl?”

“Jake..” his name rolled off your tongue and with a whiney voice you begged him. He kissed your lips sweetly, sucking them with his so that he can pull you more towards him. When he backed off, he used his finger to pull up a hair strand that had fallen on your nose.

“Your dad should be awake now, don’t want him to catch us, do we bun?” Jake raised his eyebrows and your face relaxed. But it wasn't the calm kind of relaxed. It was the face you made when you were pissed. Your eyebrows and eyes were relaxed and your lips were slightly pushed forward. Jake had spent many days with you to know what you looked like when pissed.

You pushed yourself up from the bed and looked down at him, before walking towards the curtain that separated your bedroom from the kitchen.

“Oh, bunny” he rubbed his nose with his fingers and his head fell back on the bed. Despite you not wanting to admit it, he was right. Your father was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. His back was turned to you. Jake had already made it out the window in your room and to the front curtain of the hub.

“Your late, partner” Jake had walked through the opening, holding the curtain above his head. Your dad walked towards him, giving him his hand to do their typical handshake. You walked out to the balcony and saw your mother sitting on the swinging wooden bench, a mug in her hand.

“Mama,” you sat next to her and she placed her hand in your hair, pushing it out of the way. “Haven't seen you in a while, my sun” your mother had been stuck in bed as she was carrying your baby brother in her belly. This pregnancy was far more tiring than the last one and you had witnessed it. Helping her stand up from low platforms and making sure when she wakes up at night to empty her bladder, that she is safe.

“How do you feel?”

“Ready to see this fussy boy already,” she said while rubbing her belly. You chuckled and watched her proudly stare at the bump as if your brother was physically here with you.

“Shouldn't you be getting ready for the festival?” she raised her eyebrows

You groaned, “Mama, I don't wanna gooo. It's so boring” She held her belly and laughed at your whining. “Come on, it's not so bad. Get your butt up and go get ready, I'm sure Neïtan will be waiting for you,” she nudged your shoulder.

Neïtan and you had a bit of a difficult relationship to describe. He wasn’t exactly your friend, more so your friend’s friend but regardless he always hung around you. Occasionally, when you were hanging out he would shoot you glances and winks, making it obvious that he was into you.

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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Hello! Could you possibly do a scenario of the obey me boys x a main character who is financially struggling? They don’t have a lot of money ever, and always feel insecure about money and gifts, or spending any! It would be really comforting!!

concerns about money

includes: mammon, asmo &/x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated g | m.list

a/n: hopefully you enjoy! i grew up in a household where we had to worry about these things so this is pretty reflective of my own experience lol. anyway, my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback, so come say hi!!

warnings: money insecurity and other financial struggles, accidental pushy behavior

please reblog!!

“mc, let’s go out,” asmo calls, beckoning you towards the lunch table. with a sigh, you set your tray down, giving him a smile.

“nah, not today.”

“but why?” he whines, peering at you. “are you not feeling well?”

if only that were the reason. “we went out earlier this week,” you say, “so there’s no reason to go out again.”

“lame,” mammon jeers playfully. “c’mon, we were thinking karaoke.”

“the two of you can go and have fun without me,” you attempt good-naturedly.

“but it’s no fun without you,” asmo whines. “no offense, mammon.”

as they continue to squabble over your head, you begin to eat your lunch, thinking you’re in the clear. but before you know it, they’ve made up and are once again trying to convince you.

“why not?” mammon asks after you say no yet again, and you sigh.

“look, after shopping the other day, my poor wallet’s feeling kind of light. so i need to hold off until my next paycheck.” which won’t be very much, unfortunately. between your new student council duties and other extracurriculars, you’d had very little time to work.

“aw, don’t mind,” mammon dismisses. “i’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“i’ll pay for you,” asmo offers, and you stiffen.

“no, really, it’s fine. i’ll just sit this one out.”

“don’t be like that.” asmo waves a hand. “you know i’m good for it.”

“look,” you say thinly, “i don’t feel like you guys get it.”

“get what?” mammon asks.

“what it feels like to not have money always at your fingertips.” a long silence follows your words, and you soldier on. “look, mammon, even when you’re ‘poor’, you always have the security of food on the table and a roof over your head. i wasn’t that lucky, and even now i still have to think about saving up, about my next paycheck, about spending responsibly.”

“you grew up economically disadvantaged?” asmo asks. “i never knew that.”

“i never mentioned it. and you can say poor. in poverty. whatever. but yes. my family wasn’t lucky enough to come from money, or be around for centuries to establish ourselves as money-making celebrities like you guys. we lived off of food stamps and shitty houses with cheap rent and even though i’m not living like that anymore i can’t just forget it all. i can’t just do whatever i wish with my money and be carefree.”

“but we’ll always support you,” mammon says, and you give him a sad smile.

“and that’s very kind, but it’s something i can’t accept. i can’t just live off of you guys for free and leech off of you. even if it’s not and issue to you guys,” you continue, heading off asmo, who looks like he’s going to open his mouth, “it’s an issue to me. and i ask that you guys understand that and be more mindful. i’m not saying i can’t ever go out, or we can’t talk about money, i just ask that you’re a bit less pushy when i say no to stuff and understand where i’m coming from.”

“we can do that!” mammon exclaims, passion surprising you.

“yeah,” asmo agrees, nodding vigorously. “we’re sorry. let’s just stay in tonight and watch a movie.”

“you can still go out-”

asmo cuts you off, expression softening. “we already told you, mc, it’s more fun with you. we’re willing to stay in if it means staying with you. you’re much better than karaoke anyway.”

you laugh, relieved. relieved that they aren’t looking at you pityingly, are understanding, and aren’t making it a big deal. “thanks guys. but only if i get to pick the movie.”

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