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Your Dad, My Daddy

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap, older man/younger woman, barely legal, squirting, rough sex, daddy kink, alcohol mention, questionable ethics, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, degrading language, touch of subspace, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dubcon if you squint but it’s all consensual, Ukai’s dick is pierced, exhibitionism(?)

Genre: Smut, just so much smut

Word count: 9.4k

Author’s note: Here is my contribution to the new HQHQ collab!! You can find the masterlist right here! Big big thank you to @sempiternal-amour and @inaflashimagine​ for beta-ing this monster fic, ilysm <3 This is so incredibly self-indulgent, I even inserted my nickname ~for spice~. Anyways, enjoy my incoherent screaming uwu

Summary: When you go over to your friend’s house for a study session you don’t anticipate meeting her very attractive father, and you surely don’t anticipate the very same man fucking you over their couch.

“Hey, I apologize in advance for anything weird my dad says or does. You know how dads are,” Hitomi explains as she pulls into the driveway of her house. 

It’s small but nice and well-manicured, situated in the cul de sac of a middle-class suburb.

“Dad, we’re here,” she shouts up the stairs, setting her keys on the small table next to the front door. Hitomi’s gaze drifts to the tall, dark haired man sitting at the kitchen table and your own gaze soon follows. “Oh, there you are.”

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After Hours • Keishin Ukai x black fem reader.

word count: 4.3k

kinks and themes: voyeurism, guided masturbation, asmr, choking, cumshot, squirting

“Another day done and out of the way. Hey, thanks for coming in on such short notice, (y/n). I know you were probably busy but I was slammed and good help is so hard to find nowadays."

"No problem! I wasn't doing much of anything so it's all good."

Keishin Ukai finished counting the last of the till for the night after an extremely long day at the convenient store.

it was always pretty steady but today was busier than usual; one person right after the next and it was finally closing time.

(y/n) had been recently hired as a cashier and it was going good so far.

you were a young college student, just coming up on your 21st birthday and trying to pay tuition and every other expense that came with being an adult so you didn't mind the extra hours.

he'd place the money into a bag and move the single cigarette from behind his ear, into his mouth.

"I'm gonna go make a deposit up the road here and head on home..all the nightly tasks are on the clipboard and once you're done, you're good to go. Just lock up the back door, I'll get the front. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me."

overlooking the checklist, you'd nod to ensure him that you got it and he headed out the door.

"I got you! See ya' tomorrow."

"See ya! Thanks again, you're awesome."

he'd wave and head out, leaving you to handle the rest.

releasing a breathy sigh, you'd take the clipboard and start walking around the store.

"..well, let's get this out the way."

plugging your AirPods into your earlobes, you'd tuck your phone into your back pocket, and got to work.

amidst your stocking and sweeping, you had been listening to some rather risqué sounds.

ASMR audios had become your new obsession as of late and they had helped you through many late night study sessions.

as well as some late night urges due to loneliness.

but that was a discussion for another time.

as you were stocking the last of the sodas into the fridge, the particular sound you were listening to sent chills running through your mind.

intrusive thoughts began to plague your head and you were having a hard time concentrating.

sounds of moans ran rampant through your ear and you nearly collapsed.

it had been quite some time since you had experienced anything remotely sexual or physical.

so needless to say, the urges were growing quite strong.

if only you could make it through the remainder of these tasks, you could get home and handle it.

stocking the last of the drinks and snacks, you'd head back to the stock room to finish up.

your audio was still playing and you weren't any less turned on than you were before you finished.

taking a moment to rest and recuperate, you'd sit down near a set of empty crates, covered by some cushion from the packaging.

it wasn't the greatest seat but in the moment, it was pretty damn comfy.

closing your eyes for just a moment, your mind  would begin to wander...imagining things you had no business thinking about at work.

but you were alone and it was after hours anyways so who cared?

a particular part in the audio plagued your mind and sent tingling between your thighs.

the guy in the audio had a rather deep voice...and the way he was speaking had you ready to do something reckless.

"I just want to see you touch yourself for me, baby.."

you couldn't take it! One hand would fondle your breasts through your shirt and the other would begin undoing your pants.

the more you'd circle your fingertips across your brown nipples, they'd harden and eventually,

you'd lift your shirt and bra up, freeing them.  the cool air of the break room caused them to stiffen even more and you were at peak horniness.

also by this time, your pants had come undone and you'd slowly slide them down your legs until they reached your ankles.

that aching pearl was coated in sticky arousal, begging to be touched..teased..stimulated.

"That pussy looks amazing...spit in that hand and rub it..yeah, just like that."

whether this audio was in your subconscious or you were truly this turned on, it was as if were speaking directly to you..in that moment.

gently, with your eyes still closed, (y/n) would stroke your clit with one hand and pinch your nipples in another.

it felt incredible and it was exactly what you needed to destress from not only a long day but week as well.

the sounds of your own wetness began to mesh in with the sound of male moans; only fueling you.

what you truly, honestly needed was to be fucked into oblivion.

to have a hand around your throat while they fucked you stupid and never break eye contact.

but for right now, your imagination and own hands would have to suffice.

continuing to rub and stroke that aching bud, you'd decide to slide a finger inside, increasing the pleasure that much more.

pumping that digit in and out, you'd finally open your eyes to see just how you looked right now.

your pants crumpled around your ankles, shirt hoisted up near your neck and your legs wide open.

it was ridiculous but you didn't give a fuck. You needed a nut and right now.

closing your eyes again, you'd focus on the audio yet again and this time, it was the sound of full fledged fucking.

adding another finger to the mix, you'd begin rocking back and forth on those digits, making quite a juicy mess on those cushions.

"that's it..take this dick!...take this dick and open up for me.."

you were moaning and whimpering yourself now, the pressure rising inside of you from it all.

"Oh my gosh..fuck.."

thank heavens no one was around or you'd be in trouble.

or so you thought.

meanwhile, in the front of the store, Keishin was struggling to get his keys in the door.

"Goddamnit..I could've sworn I put them in my pocket before I left."

by this time, night had befallen the sky and he was headed home when he realized he was missing one of the deposit slips.

finally, he'd get the door open and head behind the register to search.

the front of the store was already dark so he was searching with his phone light until he stumbled across the singular slip of paper.

"Found you! You son of a bitch...now I can go home—

but something would stop him dead in his tracks when he heard a sound from the back room and notice the lights on.

"what the—"

he thought he was hearing things but didn't want to assume it was what he was thinking.

that's when he'd start scanning through the surveillance cameras and get himself quite the eyeful.

he'd spot you on camera, full on pleasuring yourself.

"..oh shit.." as your boss, he should've been pissed but as a man, he was getting stiff.

he was normally the most laid back, easygoing person there was but he couldn't have his employees masturbating in the store!

however, he didn't want to stop looking...or listening.

taking quiet footsteps towards the door, he'd press an ear to it and hear you getting louder.

"Oh fuck! Right there..I swear I'm gonna fucking cum—"

that made him stand at full attention! he definitely wasn't planning to go home now.

but right before you could climax, the door swung open and so did your mouth and eyes.

"Oh shit! H—hi, boss! I—uh." you were so close to shitting bricks, you didn't know what to do.

you were a dripping mess; disheveled and half naked right in front of the man that gave you this job and you were pretty sure you were about to lose it!

"Uh..hey..(y/n)..what the hell?" he didn't want to look but he didn't want to turn his head away either.

"I'm so so sorry..this is not what it looks like. I apologize—"

"Hey, calm down..it's no need to..I mean, when the urge hits, you gotta handle your business, I get it, but uh..didn't expect you..of all people to do it here."

you were so embarrassed that your cheeks were beginning to burn and your heart thudded through your chest.

"I'm so sorry..I know I'm probably fired but I hope you can forg—

"Wait, who said anything about firing you? I'm not gonna take your job over this! It's not like you were stealing from me..actually, I was hoping..I could watch."

your eyes would damn near bulge from your head. Watch you?!

he was definitely an attractive man! Finer than wine honestly but he was your boss!

picking up your phone, he'd read the title of what was playing and laugh.

"Don't tell me you actually get off on this cheesy shit.."

you'd chuckle and bite your lip. "It's kinda good."

he'd sit down in the steel chair in front of you and spread his own legs.

"I know what you really need..here, take your clothes off and open those legs a little wider."

you'd do exactly that and stay in your position with your legs now slightly behind your head.

"Fuck..your body is so sexy.." he'd growl underneath his breath before continuing.

tugging at his gym shorts, Keishin would pull out his stiff, elongated dick and look directly at you.

that was the direct result of your moaning so he could only imagine how you felt.

"Alright, keep your eyes on me...and listen to my voice. You want a real nut, I'll give you one."

his voice was so raspy and full of confidence; you liked it.

stroking himself as he watched your fingers reside on your flesh, Keishin would release a few grunts.

"keep rubbing that pussy...focus on that fingers gliding over that pretty..little swollen clit."

your face was contorting and you were turned on all over again.

he was only inches from you and he meant it when he said not to take your glare off of him.

the eye contact was so hot and those pretty green eyes of his were looking through you in the worst way.

he was looking as if he wanted to devour you right there..as if he'd fuck you breathless.

"Watch me..stroke this dick..pumping it in and out of my hand..you keep going..I want you to cum along with me."

"Ughhh—fuck...I don't know how much longer I can hold—

leaning forward, he'd shush and coo you, rubbing your cheek gently.

"Shh, just relax. I promise I'm going to make you cum."

lowering his head, he'd spit onto your pink flesh.

"rub it in..rub that spit into your pussy.." this man was going to be a problem, you could tell.

you'd do it and he'd start smiling. "..yeah, just like that..."

now standing in front of you, Keishin would start hovering his dick above your wetness; still jerking off.

this time, he'd hold his hand out and make it spit into his palm, rubbing it onto himself.

"Push those knees up a little bit more..and open your legs a lil' wider.."

following his instructions was followed by him tapping and teasing that leaking head on your clit.

"Listen to that..so fucking wet.."

his voice was raspy; not to mention he was so turned on and aroused by you that he was twitching on his own.

"Please!..stick it in already..I need it.."

that would garner a chuckle from him, seeing you so submissive was pretty hot and he knew what needed to be done.

letting a trail of saliva slide down onto your pussy, he'd tap it against you, making your legs shake.

your desperate pleas were enough for him because in a matter of seconds, he was buried deep.

your eyes would widen, toes curled and your mouth agape.

he was bigger than you expected but you'd take every inch of this dick if it meant you could cum finally.

"Is it okay?..I didn't hurt you, did I? Need me to take some out?"

you'd shake your head and chew fiercely at your bottom lip.

"N-no, it's fine.."

he'd take that as his cue and start to buck his hips forward, slowly.

he'd turn his head and roll it on his shoulders as he felt you adjusting to him.

it had been a long time, so much to the point you practically felt like a virgin; seeing as how you had only done it one time prior to this.

"You're so tight...fuck, (y/n)." he couldn't even maintain his composure.

you felt incredible twitching on his dick like this.

he'd make a couple more thrusts at this slow pace before speeding up a little and that's when you'd start to open up for him.

placing a hand on the crates above your head, Keishin would start to stroke at a more steady pace and you were loving it.

your walls began to open up and that wet flesh coated him in creaminess every time he came out.

"Shit...that's what I'm talking about. So wet..already. So creamy.."

his voice was what was doing it to you but those moans of yours were making him just as crazy.

"Fuck! Right there.."

the items underneath you began rocking and falling but neither of you cared.

all that mattered was the two of you in that moment. and the eye contact made it all the more better.

"You feel so good..this dick is so good, boss.."

still stroking your clit, you'd tell him exactly what you wanted.

"That's what you want? Cause I can go deeper..don't tell me twice."

eventually, the two of you were moving in rhythm and he was reaching the spot that had you going crazy.

your toes were curling as they resided on his shoulders but that was only fueling him further.

you'd grab ahold of his forearm and move that free hand to your throat as things reached a fiery peak.

he was close and you were practically dripping everywhere, it was only a matter of time before you both came.

"Oh..you like to be choked, huh? Well if you like it rough, baby..why didn't you just say so?"

taking that as a hint, he'd begin slamming into you with short, sporadic thrusts before finding a fast pace and pounding your shit.

he'd see that smile on your face and know exactly what to do going forward.

"Yes! Keep pounding my pussy! Oh God, it feels so good!"

"You like that, don't you? You're taking this dick so good..I'm impressed...didn't think you were so sexy..and slutty."

little did he know that you were a freak, you just didn't have anyone in your life to unleash it on.

"You'll find out soon enough."

he felt so good and you wanted more. There was a certain intensity about him that wasn't there before.

Keishin would lift his hoodie up and toss it over his head, along with his t-shirt; revealing those toned abs.

he was sexy as fuck!

"Now I can really fuck the shit outta you!"

you were folded up, face contorted and your body heated up to the max.

the more he slammed into you, the more you begged for until neither of you could take it.

"Oh God, I'm cumming, (y/n)..I'm gonna fucking nut!.."

you were delirious but you knew exactly what you wanted.

"I want it!....cum in me.."

he couldn't wait another second after that.

you'd both find that much awaited climax at the same time.

you'd grasp his back and he'd hover over you, grasping your whole body.

you two fell into a sultry tongue kiss and made out as you came.

you'd both let out loud moans and let juices flow onto one another.

you'd feel that warm liquid fill your insides and thanked the heavens for being on birth control.

but that wasn't the end of your session, not by a long shot.

"Stand up..get on your knees for me."

he wasn't giving you a second to recuperate, just getting straight back into it.

(y/n) did exactly that. Crawling off of the crates with what seemed to be a second wind, you'd get on the floor in a squatted position.

he was breathing heavily, holding his dick in his palm as he stood before you.

grasping the top of your head gently, he'd guide it towards him.

"you said you like it rough, right? Well get me cleaned off and I'll fuck you until you can't stand tomorrow.."

you were more than with that. You were about to grab it but he teased your tongue and lips with it first.

"Careful, beautiful..let me guide it in. Stick that pretty tongue out.."

he was so damn sexy and you had always had a thing for him so this was a dream.

sliding your tongue out, you'd flick it before spitting onto his head.

you'd give him a wink and that'd send him over the edge.

"..come here!" holding you still by the back of your head, he'd stuff your jaws with all of that shaft, making you suck him off.

your mouth was dripping with saliva and droplets of a mixture of juices from you both.

you'd eventually end up taking it down your throat and the gulping sounds made it even better for him.

"fuuuck...you keep this up, I might have to give you a raise."

he was loving the attention you were giving him right now and if he wasn't careful, you'd catch another load down your throat.

"Good job, baby..ugh fuck, you're doing so good at this..I don't think I've ever had it this good.."

sucking him off would soon turn into full fledge facefucking; when he'd pull it out, you'd be gasping and breathing heavily with a string of fluid coming from your lips.

"that's what I'm talking about...you're incredible. That mouth is a monster." You'd feel proud and leave a kiss on his tip.

"I'm glad you like it."

he'd chuckle again, helping you to your feet and back over to the crates.

"Bend over, baby..spread those legs."

when you'd do that, sticking your bottom out, he'd slap your ass and make it shake.

"This ass is so beautiful..the way it jiggles, getting me hard all over again."

Keishin would then fall to his knees, raising your left one by the knee.

once he had you in the ideal position, you'd fill his tongue snaking around your clit and folds.

you didn't know what to do with yourself, this man was going to have you addicted if he didn't stop.

but alas, he was devouring your pussy from the back; sucking, licking and lapping on that flesh.

"Shit...that feels so good!" your eyes were beginning to cross and toes curling up again.

"Well you taste even better..I'm not sorry for the way I'm going to make you cum on my face.."

before you could even react to what he just said, he was going in.

your juices were already coating his mouth.

"B-boss! I'm gonna cum if you don't stop!"

you were shaking, grabbing at anything within your grasp.

"..is that a threat? Cause if so-"

next thing you knew, two curled fingers began pumping themselves in and out of your hole.

"Oh shit!"

"That's it! Give it to me."

this man was going to have you going crazy if he didn't cut this out.

seconds later, without even realizing until your legs began shaking, you'd release a stream of sweet juices.

that squirt had his mouth wide open, and he gladly let you drench his face.

"..that's so fucking sexy. I need you to do it on my cock next."

you had no time to recuperate before he was inside of you with that hand underneath your leg.

he was unhinged, obsessing over every inch of your body.

as he thrusted himself deeper inside, he'd pinch and rub your nipples through his fingertips.

"..take this dick..you're such a good little slut..my best employee I would say."

"you're fucking me so good! I love it, daddy.."

lowering your head and trying to focus on that erection prodding your stomach, you'd let out a series of moans.

he'd grasp you by your hair yet again and lift your head up.

"Daddy, huh? Say that again..let me know how good it really feels.."

that's when he'd spit in your mouth and slide that hand back down to your throat; spitting in your mouth with your head tilted back.

"Fuck! It's so good, daddy..thank you!.."

heavy grunts and sharp breaths were pouring from Keishin but he wasn't slowing down until he got what he wanted.

cooing you with whispers and soft kisses, he'd hover above your lips and beg you to cum once again.

"Cum on me..cum on this fucking dick right now.."

you were struggling to even keep your eyes open because it was so damn good.

truth was, you were already overstimulated so one more orgasm and you were bound to hit the floor.

"Oh God! I'm gonna do it.."

a few rough poundings and circles on your clit later and he'd turn the inside of your thighs to a waterfall yet again.

on instinct, your knees would buckle but he'd hold you until you made a mess on his shaft.

"exactly like that...I'm not done with you yet though. I told you I'd make you cum..but you'll do it until I say so."

turning you around with that hand on your throat, Keishin would return to that chair and set you on top of him.

"climb up here, babe and put those feet on my legs.."

this man was like a machine, catching a wind right after the next just to keep satisfying you.

readjusting you until you say perfectly on him, he'd hold (y/n) by the hips and began thrusting upwards.

"..hope you know you're not getting rid of me now.."

"..as if I was going to let you go anywhere..this pussy is mine."

he'd start kissing and ravaging your neck; making you even wetter than you already were.

you felt as though you couldn't take another second but there was no way you wanted him to stop.

eventually, he'd begin to hammer himself into you and hit his last stride.

the sounds of the juices drove him feral; growls and groans riddling your ear as he pounded that tightness for a few more moments.

"I can't take it!—

"Neither can I..get on your knees, baby!"

tugging you off of him, you'd immediately position yourself right in front of him like he asked.

Keishin began jerking himself off, motioning you to stick out your tongue.

with shut eyes, you'd hear a final loud grunt and feel warm fluid coating your face and tongue.

"Ohhhhh...fuck! I'm cumming!"

he'd splatter that seed across every inch of your features and collapse back into the chair.

when he finally came back to consciousness, he'd look at you still positioned on your knees and smile.

"Wow...you look so cute covered in my cum like that. Damn, (y/n)..you nearly drained me dry."

both of you were still out of breath and spent. you were hot, sticky messes; coated in each other's arousal but it didn't matter.

it was worth it.

he'd reach over and grab a cloth from the desk, allowing you to wipe it off.

"What can I say? You brought it out of me..truth be told, it's been super long since I've done anything like this, honestly you're only my second and I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm not a ho or—

before you could even finish talking, he'd kiss you.

"You know you talk too damn much, kid..you think I care about any of that? We're adults and I'm happy you let me do this with you...actually I'm homered..you were incredible and anytime you'd like to, you let me know. I don't mind helping you take care of those urges...besides, you know you can trust me."

you'd never felt so comfortable and safe than you did right now.

your first experience wasn't so great and although, this wasn't the ideal scenario, you were happy.

Here..let's get you dressed so you can get home."

helping you to your feet, he'd help you locate your clothes.

once the two of you were dressed and heading home for the evening, he'd make sure you were safe and in your car like he done many nights.

"you let me know when you make it home, and by the way..go ahead and take tomorrow off. I'll get it covered."

you were looking confused.

"but why? I'm okay."

"because you'll be with me..my place at seven. We got a lot of work to do."

you could sense this was the start of something chaotic and beautiful.

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The Sun In Your Eyes
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Summary: Jim finally had courage to ask out on date. Now, he needs courage not only to confess his feelings, but also to teach you how to solar surf.

Movie: Treasure Planet.

Pairing: Jim Hawkins x Reader.

Genre: Romance (and a lot of fluffiness)

Request By: Anon.

Note: First, I wanna thank this beautiful requester who sent me that prompt, because if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have watched Treasure Planet. It's so cool! And Jim Hawkins is amazing 😍 If you haven't watched yet, please do it, it's really nice. Hope you enjoy it!

Jim's hands are sweating.

He hasn't been that nervous since he was last arrested by the robot guards, and getting scolded by his mother's a nightmare for him. But Jim never had a date, especially with the girl he's been crushing since he was 10, so he doesn’t know what to expect. All the references he has are the restaurant’s couples, and his mother’s rather tacky tips. Wear a suit and tie for a date, who in outer space does that?

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The Lights

Summary: The day of Lights is a very special day for Flynn. But not for the original reason of the date.

Story: Tangled.

Pairing: Flynn Rider x Reader.

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Violent Ends

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

“Hi Peter.” You set yourself bowl of cereal down two seats away from Peter and gingerly sat down. You could see his arms hairs going down, which means your entering the room activated his Peter Tingle. You felt a small lump in your throat knowing that after what happened the night before, Peter now saw you as a threat.

“Hey.” He grumbled without looking up, becoming incredibly interested in his cereal all of the sudden. You couldn’t blame him for not wanting to be around you, you’d broken his heart less than nine hours ago. Even though you expected silence from him, actually receiving it made your throat dry.

“Did you sleep okay?” You asked innocently, thinking light conversation was better than awkward silence. Peter abruptly stopped eating at your question and looked almost amused at your mundane question.

“No.” He answered and picked up a spoonful of cereal. “My bed was a little empty.” 

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starstruck. lty

12k words | lee taeyong one shot [starstruck]

genre ➛ romance, photographer! au, slow burn, angst.

you liked being other people — which was weird, if you thought that you never really found yourself in the first place. Maybe you just needed someone like Taeyong to understand what your path really was and to stop being afraid of The Fall.

warnings ➛ mentions of abuse, very light nudity (for artistic purposes), also this fanfiction does not talk and/or involve DID, the protagonist just merely enjoys experimenting different characters through styles.  

disclaimer ➛ This is a work of fiction. I do not own famous character(s) such as idols and my writings are in no way meant to show these people’s real nature and/or offend them in any way. You can not copy or translate my writings without my permission.

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oreosmama

Indecipherable Secret Code (Tendou x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: You could finally say you loved him back!…In private. You were just so nervous of how the team would react if you ever said it in public, but luckily Tendou has just the solution.

A/N: I’m so glad you guys have been enjoying my stories recently! Here’s a little Tendou imagine that I got an idea for from this prompt by @otpdisaster​. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1316

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Kinktober Day 8: Humiliation & Degradation - Negan

Pairing: Negan x Female Reader

Warnings: Hints of dub/con, vulgar language, degradation, humiliation, use of a collar and leash, deep throat, voyeurism, exhibitionism, explicit sexual content, a little spanking. And Negan, as always. This is pure filth. 18+ only. 

Word Count: 1.7k (I had to make it a good one for you @asianrockgoddess​ )

You knew what was coming, and you knew it was your fault.

You’d been pushing his buttons for weeks; flirting with his men, dressing like a harlot, disobeying his rules left, right and center.

Your heart was thumping in your chest, a thin layer of sweat coating your brow and your knees aching from being pressed into the concrete for so long.

“Now, you fuckers are probably wondering why you’re here…” Negan’s voice echoed off the walls, filling you with dread. “Seems we got a goddamn point to prove, huh doll?”

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What’s That?

Peter Parker x stark!reader

Request: Imagine peter x reader are having sex and Morgan stark is your little sister and she walks in on you 2 and starts to ask inappropriate questions and they Morgan tells your dad Tony stark and he gets mad and overprotective about reader and pepper is there as well

Warning: smuttttt, language, fluff, slight angst

Oh lord I made this so fucking dirty🤭🤭🤭

Gif not mine :)

“Yoo chillll.” You said swatting Peter’s hands as he tried to wrap his arms around you.

“Please, I almost died.” Peter whined dramatically as you looked over the edge of the roof, the cops leaving with the robbers you and Peter caught. You pulled your mask down from your nose, turning around, Peter’s arm coming around you.

“You’re so needy all the time. Make it make sense—“ Peter cut you off with his lips. His hand going down your lower back to rest comfortably on your ass. His lips moving desperately against yours.

“Can I not love you?” Peter mumbles, his tongue running up your lips, your jaw going slack, letting Peter slip his tongue in yours.

“You’re so dramatic.” You roll your eyes making Peter let out a breathy laugh.

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Nudes ;)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Summary: Peter accidentally sends you his nudes.

Word count: 2.5k+

Warnings: Smutty themes, nudes, language, flustered!peter.

A/N: Its like 2 am. Don’t flop you 2.5k words of garbage. My latest attempt at flustered!peter cuz I think I have lost the ability to write him. Feedback is appreciated.

Posted: 28th October, 2020

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

All of my fics will be posted here as soon as they’re out, in chronological order. Enjoy! 

𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

❧ Perhaps 

❧ Worth it  

❧ Cold Hands 

❧ Thank You 

❧ Let It Go (II // III )

❧ Pregnancy 

❧ I Miss You 

❧ Shower 

❧ Distance  

❧ Workout

❧ T-Shirt

❧ Coconut

•  𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒕𝒔   •    

Synopsis : What happens when two, lonely friends start seeing and confiding in each other for sex? A tricky friends with benefits love story, when feelings get in the way. 

Chapter I⁎ Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V. Chapter VIChapter VII Chapter VIII ⁎ Chapter IX ⁎  Chapter X ⁎ Chapter XI  Chapter XII

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

❧ Worried

❧ Upset

❧ Snore

Touch

An Even Exchange // two // three (in writing) // 

Away

Closer

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝  [𝐂𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝟐𝟎𝟕𝟕]

His

Touch

❧ Mirror

Time

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

❧  One // Two // Three // Four // Five //

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 

❧  1. // 2. // 3. // 4. //  5. //

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.  
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Harry is Y/N’s brother’s best friend.

Y/N loves Friday night movie night at her brother’s apartment.

Especially because her brother invites his best friend over each time, and he’s the hottest guy Y/N’s ever seen, she thinks. Long, curly brown hair, green eyes that make her get lost in them, tall and lean with a bit of muscle, tattoos dispersed all over his body like a canvas, and she just wants to climb him like a tree.

This movie night starts like any other; Y/N getting there before anyone else because her brother is very unorganized and needs help setting out snacks for his and her friends that are coming, and of course he doesn’t know what movies to watch so Y/N has to help out in that department as well.

“Jesus, Tim, this might as well be my party.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Their friends pile into the small (although big enough for two bedrooms because Tim wanted a bedroom for Y/N in case she wanted to spend the night anytime) apartment, chatting amongst themselves about how torturous uni was this week, and Y/N’s about to pour herself a drink when Harry walks through the front door. She stares longingly, her friend Marina knocking her upside the head and giving her a serious stare to tell her she’s drooling. She straightens her back, pushing out her chest while doing so and she looks down to check if enough cleavage is on display in her low cut V-neck. He looks her way, smiling at her and making his way over.

“I didn’t know little Miss Princess was allowed out tonight.” He smiles smugly at her, and if Y/N didn’t know any better, she’d say he was speaking in a malicious tone, but she does know him better than that.

“Shut up!” She swats his bicep, mentally fanning her face when she feels how toned it is. “Tim told you about the car?”

“Yeah”, he laughs, “said you scratched up your dad’s truck pretty bad. Surprised they let you out of the house tonight, you know, since you’re a little girl.”

Y/N’s cheeks heat, feeling herself get damp and she has to take a drink of her wine to cool off before speaking. “I am not a little girl! Just because I’m 18 and you’re 20 doesn’t mean anything!” She stomps her foot, looking playfully furious and Harry wants to smooth out the crease in her eyebrow with his thumb. He’s always thought she was a cutie, even when they were in high school together.

“Sure, babe.” He takes her drink and takes a sip. “High schoolers aren’t supposed to drink. I’ll take this.” He walks away from her with a wink, leaving her hot-faced and her friends giggle at her flustered state.

“I’m a senior! I’m practically already in college!”, she yells after him. “And you’re not 21 either!”

When he’s a few feet away, her friends chime in. “God, he’s so hot.”

“I bet his dick is huge.”

“I wish I was in college already.”

“Hey!” Y/N screeches softly, “He’s mine! Find your own college boy to drool over.”

“Has he even made a move, yet? If he doesn’t then I’m swooping in.”

“No you’re not!” She hits her with a package of Oreos. “And he does cute stuff sometimes! Like one time when he came to my family’s Sunday dinner, he brought me a rose… albiet he brought my mom one too, but still! It’s the thought that counts.” Her friends stifle their laughs, putting their hands up in surrender before they all walk over to the couch to situate themselves for the horror movie line-up Y/N picked out.

She walks around the recliner where Harry’s sat, wanting to go lay down on the floor atop blankets with her friends, but he catches her by the wrist and pulls her into his lap. Her cheeks turn to fire instantly, looking around to make sure no one saw, and luckily no one did due to the movie starting.

“What’re you doing?” She hisses into his ear. “My brother’s right there.”

“So? Look who he’s cuddled up with.” He points to her friend Marina, cuddled into Tim’s chest and she makes a gagging noise. “See? So it’s perfectly fine for us to sit together.” He moves over a bit, giving her room to sit next to him but still somewhat on his thigh, and she looks at him as she positions herself. “Unless you don’t want to sit with me-“

“No, I do!” Can I sound more desperate? “I mean, it’s cool.” She looks at the blanket he’s thrown over them, tracing the pattern with her finger and she can feel his staring eyes at her. “What?”

“Nothing.” He wraps his left arm around her, squeezing her hip slightly and smirking when she jumps from his touch. “You good?”

“Yeah”, she knows exactly what he’s doing… and she loves it. This hot 20 year old college guy with his arm wrapped around me, a high school senior? I’ll have to spend some extra time alone with myself tonight.

///

The movie is full of jump scares, which usually don’t effect Y/N that much, but she’s already on edge being in a very cute boy’s lap, so of course she jumps whenever someone comes out behind a curtain and chases the protagonist up the stairs.

“Idiot! Why don’t they ever run out the front door?” Y/N exclaims loudly, earning her a few laughs and a shush from her brother. “Shut up, Tim!”

“Don’t talk to your brother that way.” Harry’s voice is low in her ear, making her skin crawl… but in a good way. A very good way.

“You shut up, too.” She teases him, knowing he’s going to get riled up because Harry doesn’t like people telling him what to do.

“Oh, that’s how you want to play it, princess? So be it.” He doesn’t do anything after that except give her side a little squeeze again as he returns his focus back to the movie.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Leaning into his chest, she looks at him with big eyes, her eyebrows pinched together.

“You’ll see.”

///

“Okay, next movie! How about Oculus?”

The cluster of teens and young adults boo Tim’s friend for suggesting the movie, throwing pillows at his head. They settle on Insidious, everyone gearing up for the scary film and ducking under the blankets as the eerie theme song plays with the title screen. About thirty minutes pass by, just getting into the inciting incident, and Harry gets handsy. He wraps his right arm around her midrif, massaging his thumb over the thin material of Y/N’s pink cotton shirt, and her eyes widen in his direction. She stays quiet though, stomach muscles coiling as he barely touches her, but chokes on a ball of spit when his lips press to beneath her ear. She stills, letting him kiss her there softly, but it’s enough to have her getting wet already.

“Do you like this?” His voice has dropped at least an octave since beginning his little game, and she nods her head quickly with a little yes slipping out of her lips. “I knew you would. You think I don’t notice how you look at me?” He starts kissing again, then sucking, and oh Lord, Y/N thinks she’s about to fucking pass out when he travels up to her jaw and sucks on the fleshy bone structure there.

“Harry”, she keeps her voice low, not wanting to alarm anyone, especially her brother because if he saw what Harry was doing to his sister, he’d kick him out on his ass for sure. “There’s… our friends are right there.”

“Yeah, they are.” He brings his hand up from her stomach to her breast, kneading the soft mound in his hand easily since she’d forgone a bra. “So you better be quiet.” A little whine escapes from deep in her jugular, Harry’s hand going up to cup her mouth and whisper hotly in her ear. “I said be quiet. Do I need to stop?” She shakes her head and looks at him with watery eyes, feeling incredulously turned on, and bringing his hand back to her breast. “Good girl.” He returns to sucking on her neck, although getting lower and lower and ending up at the swell of her breast. She feels him begin to bite, using his teeth to nip at the skin, and she yanks his head up by his hair.

“No marks”, she says sternly. “My brother will see and know it was you.”

He smiles at her wickedly, twisting her nipple through her shirt, causing her thighs to shake atop his legs. “Smart girl.” Although, he doesn’t stop. He continues to bite, just not as hard, and Y/N has to bite her lip so the slow, teasing torture doesn’t make itself known through her voice. His hand leaves her breast — after toying with her pebbled nipple for some time — and begins petting her over the spandex material of her yoga pants. She gasps in surprise, thighs shutting but reopening when he presses his thumb right where her clit is. “I’ll just save that for later tonight, yeah?”

This is the first time Y/N wants movie night to end.

///

After the third movie, the group is nothing but yawns and arm stretches. The friends bid their goodbyes, leaving Y/N, her brother, and Harry the only ones left in the apartment. “Hey, Tim, mind if I crash on the couch?”, Harry asks while gathering a couple blankets from the floor and setting them on the sofa, acting like he’s really going to use it for sleep.

Tim is weary; he knows Harry is a good guy and has good intentions (if only he really knew) but he’s still worried about his sister. “Sure, but just the couch. I swear if I catch you in Y/N’s room-“

“Relax, Tim! God, you’re acting like dad.” Y/N crosses her arms, wishing this whole conversation would end so they can go to their rooms and Harry can sneak into hers and fuck her brains out like she’s been imagining since she was fifteen.

“I’m just saying.” He nabs a bottle of water before sauntering off to his bedroom. “You two be good.” Harry rolls his eyes, plopping down on the couch and smiling at him as he closes the door.

He gets up right after, making his way over to Y/N, but she presses a firm hand to his chest. “Not yet, stupid!”

“Call me stupid one more-“

“That’s not the point here!” She peaks around his shoulder, checking to see if Tim has creaked his door to spy on them — luckily he hasn’t. “You can’t come in my room yet. Wait a few minutes, then come. What if he comes out to use the bathroom and sees you’re not on the couch? You’re in college, you’re supposed to be using this.” She knocks on his skull like a door, Harry pretending to be hurt and wince away from her touch. “Oh, stop. Didn’t even do it that hard.”

“Unlike what I’m gonna do to you tonight.” He pulls her in for a hug, but not a friendly hug. This particular embrace is passionate, full of groping and she squeals when he cups her ass, pressing his lips to her neck and she has to push him away before she starts getting wet in the middle of the living room (again). “Why’d you stop me? I was gonna tell you how I’m gonna fuck you with my big-“

“Shush!” She presses her finger to his lips, although it does nothing considering he just starts biting it. “Go back to the couch, wait like ten minutes, and then come into my room. Okay?” She scurries off before he can answer because she knows if she had stayed any longer, she would’ve let him fuck her on the kitchen table.

She closes her bedroom door, getting undressed to just her bra and panties, but a feeling of utter self consciousness takes over her mind and body when she looks in the mirror. He’s in college. He’s seen better looking girls at university than me, hasn’t he? Did he like them? Does he like me? She shakes the negative thoughts from her head, getting in bed and pulling the colorful comforter she bought to tie her room away from home together. She powers off her phone, not wanting anything or anyone to distract her while Harry’s cock is inside her and… oh, God. She’s going to finally get to see what his cock looks like. She’s imagined it many times, especially late at night (or early mornings) when she’s desperate to cum and thinks if she pictures Harry’s cock between her lips (either the ones on her face or the ones a little lower south) then she’ll cum fiercely and be able to sleep peacefully. And it works every time.

She sits against the headboard, fiddling with the duvet and deciphering if she should have it pulled up to make her body more mysterious or to just push it down to her hips so her torso is exposed and give him a show for right when he walks in. She chooses the latter. About five minutes pass, she would guess, and her door hinges begin to move, revealing Harry’s tall frame as he makes his way over to her while sliding his shirt over his head to toss onto the floor and mingle with her clothes.

“Hey, baby.” He pulls the blanket off her, revealing her body in all its glory, and his eyes darken. He positions himself on top of her, pulling her down so she’s lying flat on the mattress, and begins kissing her neck. “You look lovely.” His voice is muffled by her skin, licking and sucking and she wraps her thighs around his hips, pulling him as closely to her as possible and she feels her panties begin to dampen when he rocks his very prominent bulge against her. “What do you wanna do, princess?” There’s that pet name again, although this time there’s no malicious teasing behind it. This time it’s sexy, salacious, and Y/N can’t wait for him to take his cock out and shove it inside her. “Because I really wanna eat you out more than anything. Bet you taste like berries.” She whines when his tongue licks widely over the curve of her breast, arching her back for him to unbuckle her bra and throw it to the floor. “Can I taste you, baby?” He looks at her as he attaches his mouth to her nipple, making suction motions and flicking the tip of his tongue across it rapidly.

“Yes. Please, lick me.” He crawls down her body, squeezing every curve that is extra plushy until he gets to between her legs, slipping her panties off with ease before placing both calves over each of his shoulders and not even giving a warning before beginning to lap away at her slit.

Ah”, her toes crave to dig into the sheets on the mattress, but for now in this position, she settles on clenching and unclenching them in mid-air. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands, never having been the one to grab onto the person’s hair that was between her thighs (there have only been three, and for all she kept her hands to herself) until now. She takes a gander down at the erotic sight: Harry between her thighs, licking away at the apex of them and his eyes are closed as if it’s pleasurable for him as well. She bites her lip, rolling her lower half against his mouth and he groans into her cunt, making her feel the powerful vibrations travel through her soaked flesh. She doesn’t think she’s ever been this wet, and it only makes everything that much more hot, thinking if he slipped his tongue inside of her, she’d cum just from that, but she doesn’t want to cum yet.

Grabbing hold of his curly hair, she yanks him up and back on top of her. “What’s wrong? I wasn’t done.” He speaks as if he’s out of breath, his lips glistening from her arousal and she feels something deep inside her telling her to kiss him. When she does, he’s shocked, particularly when she cleans him of her juices, and he can feel his cock swell up even more. “Fucking hell, you’re filthy.” He leans back on his knees, unbuckling his pants and sliding them down his legs, along with his boxers, and the moment’s finally happening that Y/N’s been waiting for: Harry’s cock.

It’s beautiful, she thinks. Perfectly thick with veins running along the sides, a fat ruddy tip dripping with precum, and balls drawn tight to his body, ready to empty himself on or in her. A little noise escapes her plump lips at the sight, knowing she’s boosting his ego by the way he’s smirking as he rolls a condom onto his long shaft. He’s gotta be at least eight inches. She didn’t even see where he got it, too focused on his throbbing member, and she mentally prepares herself for it to be inside her. It’s so big!

“You sure you wanna do this?” Despite his authorarive nature, he keeps his hands to himself as he waits for her answer, not wanting to sway her in any way.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want to have sex.”

Her reply is innocent enough, making him lean down and kiss her on the cheek before pecking her lips because he thought she’d say something lewd similar to just fuck me already, and he wants to. God, does he want to. He knows it’s awful to fantasize about your friend’s sister, but damn it he’s done it so many times. It’s a wonder he hasn’t given himself carpal tunnel yet from jerking off so much to the thought of her round ass in her jeans, or her tits looking like they’re about to bust out of any of her shirts, or her lips that he wants to slide his cock between… and he really wants to kiss her. He ducks his head down, pressing his lips to hers and molding them together as one, moaning at the feeling and flipping them over so she’s on top and he’s resting on his back. She looks alarmed at first, breaking the kiss and wandering her eyes around the room. “What’s the matter, pretty girl?” He tucks her hair behind her ear so he can see her face, switching his gaze from her big eyes glowing in the dim light of the lamp, to her breasts hanging but still looking pert between their two bodies.

“I’ve never… been on… on top before.” Her cheeks burn like fire, not really knowing why she’s feeling so embarrassed and vulnerable because she wants to do this with Harry — a boy she’s had a crush on for three years — yet she’s afraid of what he’ll think of her being inexperienced.

“Oh”, he furrows his eyebrows together, but only for a tick, “that’s okay, baby. I can be on top if you want. I just thought you’d want to do it so you can move at your own pace.”

Y/N’s heart does a little flip, thinking if he looked close enough he could see the organ beating out of her chest because he’s so cute! The corners of her mouth curve up in a smile as she sits up straight and reaches behind her to jerk his cock off while lining him up with her leaking hole. He hisses when his tip sinks inside of her, hips bucking up and pushing more of himself in her, apologizing and massaging his thumbs in little circles on her hips as she settles down completely. They share a moan in unison, Y/N’s head falling back and her chest pushing out, Harry’s hands already cupping and tweaking her nipples to encourage her to begin moving.

And she does.

Somewhat awkwardly yes, but she gets the job done. Moving her hips in a circle at first to get a feel for the rhythm (and his aching cock inside her tight cunt), she starts bouncing slowly, rising and falling and wondering if she’s doing a good job but is proven right when she hears him release a growl from his lips, watching where they connect and how his cock comes out of her glistening from her wet cunt. It drives him crazy, asking her beforehand, feel so fucking good, you good?, to gauge where she’s at. When she says yes, he grips her ass and starts to rock his hips up into hers, hearing her gasp and whimper as she lowers herself onto his chest, biting his shoulder to silence herself when he really speeds up.

“Oh, fuck, Harry.” She’s in a constant state of euphoria, not being able to think about anything other than the big, thick, long cock pistoning in and out of her wet, pink walls. She hasn’t been fucked since winter break when she was still dating her ex, and now in April, she thinks it’s safe to say her cunt is very tight, and squeezing Harry’s cock every time it tries to slide out of her.

“So fucking wet.” He speeds up, knocking Y/N’s balance and she moves to be a bit above Harry’s shoulders, placing her hand above his head and grabbing a pillow to bite into. “Hear that? Hear how wet your pussy is?” The squelching noise of her soaking flesh is very prominent, making her face flush and gasp into the plushy pillow. “Are you always this wet when you think about me? I bet you do when you touch yourself, right? Can’t help but think about how I’d fuck your tight, little cunt when you’re all alone in your room?”

Y/N nods shamelessly, trying to work her hips back down onto his, but he’s moving so fast, her breathing hitches and she settles on letting him do the fucking.

His cock is coated in her arousal, moaning into her neck about how she’s soaking him through the condom and he wishes he could fuck her without one so he can really feel how warm she is on his aching cock. He’s so hard it hurts, and he thinks if he keeps up the pace he’s going now, he’ll be coming in the next couple minutes. She’s just so tight — the tightest he’s ever fucked — and he can’t take it anymore, really. He flips them over, tossing her on her stomach and pulling her ass up for him to slide his cock back into her pussy, and she wails into the sheets, shocked at the change in position but loving every second because it’s so fucking deep, and she’s going to cum.

“Harry, I’m… oh, please, I’m so close.” He pushes her bottom back on the mattress so that she’s completely flat on the bed, and tilts his body up and to the side so he can fuck her hard and fast from this new angle. He keeps one hand beside her head, scrunching the silky sheets, and his other with his palm on her lower back, almost pinning her to the mattress as he dicks into her and he revels in the little whines and whimpers he gets out of her with his cock.

“You’re close, baby?” He pounds on, rolling his eyes into the back of his head at how much tighter she is this way. “Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my big cock?”

“Yes!” She screams into her bicep, her puffy lips brushing the damp skin, and not even bothering to be quiet anymore as she feels her orgasm like a lightning bold travel through her. “Fuck yes, I’m coming!” Harry moves his hand to lay on top of hers, lacing his fingers between the gaps of hers, and lowering his head to disperse kisses all over her shoulder blades, however still maintaining to fuck her brains out and work her through her orgasm. And it’s a strong one; one of the strongest she’s ever felt, and she can’t help but raise her ass slightly to hear at a louder volume the sound of his skin slapping against hers. It really sets her off even more, making the moment that much more real and sexy, and when she opens her eyes she sees white floaty stars shoot across her vision. Her mouth is dry (probably from staying open for so long from all the moaning and groaning), her thighs are sore, and her ass is inevitably going to be sore tomorrow, too, from the pounding it’s been taking from his hips and thighs.

And now it’s Harry’s turn. He lowers his mouth to her ear, whispering how good she feels around him, squeezing him like that, and how he wishes he could cum inside of her to mark her as his. That does it for him, shooting into the condom and there’s so much he can feel the sticky white substance coat his cock as it drips down inside the condom.

Harry’s a heavy heap on top of Y/N’s body, muttering fucking fuck over and over with a shiver and waiting to calm down before pulling out. When he does, Y/N feels empty, not liking the feeling at all, and quickly removes the condom so she can look in his pants pocket for another one. Luckily, there’s one inside his wallet, and she hands it to him with a smirk on her lips.

“Again?” He raises an eyebrow, his chest heaving. “Give me a second, woman.” She giggles, cuddling up against his side and waiting for him to recover. She plans on living out every fantasy tonight.

///

Harry fucks her again, and then again without a condom (he pulled out) and lets her wrap her swollen lips around his cock to clean him up before falling asleep in her arms.

He likes being the little spoon sometimes.

///

The next morning is awkward for everyone involved. Y/N makes Harry go back to the couch before her brother wakes up — she thought he was still asleep — and ushers him out the door with a small kiss. However, after their lips part, her brother sees them as he’s sat at the kitchen island, propped up on one of the chairs with his hand holding a spoon full of cereal in mid-air with his mouth hung open. They all freeze, Harry wondering if he should come clean or dash out of the apartment, but his feet wouldn’t move. Y/N was equally as scared but needs to say something.

“Before you say anything, we’re both adults, and we can do what we please!” She puts her fists on her hips in a superwomen fashion, which Harry would find funny if he wasn’t pale in the face and wanting to hurl from the anxiety he was feeling right now. “And you were all cuddled up with Marina last night, so really you’re no better than me!”

Tim opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, but closes it, then opens it again. “Fair enough.” He chews a bite of his cereal, looking away from the flustered couple and Harry exhales deeply. Although it seems to be fine, he still senses a bit of tension in the air and kisses Y/N quickly as a goodbye before dipping out the door. “So”, Tim starts, “you and Harry. Really?”

“I don’t know”, she looks down at her bare feet, drawing a pattern on the wooden floor with her big toe. “We didn’t talk about the semantics of our relationship or anything… or if we even have one.”

“He always asks me about you, so I think he has to like you to some degree, right? Not just to get off?”

“Tim!”

“You know what I mean! Stop acting all innocent. You weren’t last night, were you?”

Right after asking, Marina strolls out of his bedroom in only a shirt and panties, making Y/N’s mouth drop open. “And apparently neither were you!” She punches his arm, earning an ow! from her brother, and returning her focus to Marina. “Really? My brother? And how are you here? I saw you leave.”

“This cutie snuck me back in”, she smiles as she wraps her arms around his neck from behind, craning her neck to kiss his cheek. “And finally, you and Harry! Only been pining after him for three years!”

“Three years? Wait-“

“Bye!” Y/N scurries back to her room, gathering her things to get ready to leave and when she turns her phone back on, she sees she has a missed call from Harry. She returns it, smiling already when his voice picks up from the other line. He tells her he had to get out of there as fast as he could or else Tim would’ve had his head, and Y/N chuckles. They agree to meet for breakfast at the little mom and pop diner down the street, and as if on que, right when she enters the restaurant, she’s met with a boy from her physics class who she thinks is a right cutie, and might’ve even asked for his number if last night hadn’t happened. Their conversation is short, although they’re all smiles, but Harry ends that quickly when his presence is made known. He slips his arm around Y/N’s waist, pressing his lips to her temple.

“Hey, babe. Just now getting here?” He looks the blonde boy straight in the eye, despite the question being for Y/N, and the boy takes the hint, telling Y/N he better get going and that it was nice seeing her outside of school before sprinting away down the sidewalk.

“So, you’re the jealous type?” She smiles smugly up at him, poking his heated cheek in his flustered state. “Does that mean we’re together?” She half jokes, half means it because she really wants to be serious with Harry.

His smile turns warm, looking down at the soft-eyed girl he just fucked not eight hours ago, and kisses her cheek. “Yeah… yeah it does.” He swipes away the whispies from her forehead, knowing she hates them and that they make her a bit itchy at times, and presses his lips there as well. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes!” She jumps up, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling like the sun. “I mean, yeah, sure.”

“No use in hiding how much you like me now”, he lowers his head downward to get to her height, “because I like you too.”

Y/N’s happy she waited three years for this perfect moment.

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requested by anon <3 prompt;  Hi saw your Marilyn Monroe imagines and I was wondering if you do imagines for James Dean also? I love your account I just found it and I’m obsessed. Keep up the great work! ❤️ a/n; you know…there are two james ‘deans’… one’s a porn star tho

The director announced break and he had barely enough time to untangle himself from the co-star he had kissed. He jerked, smiled at the girl for his sudden and uncoordinated movements and swiftly excused himself. His quick strides took him off set in a couple of seconds, the fresh summer air greeting him as he waved at a few co-workers that congratulated him on a job well done. Whilst his hand was patting his pants pocket for his cigarettes, his eyes swept the nearby area in search of a familiar face. He spotted you chatting with the sound producer, idling with your summer dress, your energy sticking out like a sore thumb between all of these jaded people.
James grins and makes his way to you. His arms wraps around your waist instinctively – he feels you tense under his touch – and with a sharp turn he pulls you close and presses a soft kiss onto your lips. The sound director everts his gaze and fixes his cap; you grin with your eyes shut, murmuring something about he finally being back. James glances at the awkward man, “I’ll return her later, if you don’t mind.” and tugs you off to somewhere more private.
“Thought the shoot would never end!”
“Why? Got jealous of all the kissing?”

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requested by anons <3 prompts:  Hey! I read your James dean imagine and fell in love😍 Could you please write another fluffy, cute imagine of him please??❤️❤️ /  Pleaseeeeee do a James dean imagine plssssssss a/n: sharin ciggies with da one you love/like is p hot tbh sayin from experience 

The hottest couple on the big screen, one would think your life was a dream! But it wasn’t and the people behind the scenes, behind the fake smiles and behind the expensive clothes knew it wasn’t. You had issues, many in fact, and you hated those pesky reporters following your every move and publishing one controversial article after another. You were so young too, so naïve and innocent when you made your debut in the film industry. Hollywood has a knack of taking people like you and spitting them out completely different.
But you were a poet at heart, hard on the surface and often cocky, but sensitive and loyal at your core. The only one that truly made you happy was him. James Dean, a fellow star you had met on set and what was meant to be an onset-offset romance that lasted a few weeks, months at best, turned into one that lasted years. The two of you sat in the silence of your family’s villa, far and away from the bustling city, enjoying the crisp summer air and the sunset on the porch. He had brought you flowers, travelled a hell of a way to come see you, and your favorite cigarettes.
With his arm wrapped around your waist you feel safe and warm and with a dreamy sigh you lean on his shoulder. His leather jacket is cool to the skin. The air tints with nicotine and you can’t help but smile, flick your eyes at him and watch a smirk curls on his lips as he bites down on his cigarette. After taking one smoke he offers it to you. Your lips brush on his fingers. A smear of red lipstick adores the white paper bud.
“Who said romance is dead?” You inquire with a raised brow.

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Monster? I Tendou Satori

Pairing: Tendou Satori x gn!reader
Wordcount: 1.7k
Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff
Summary: Being the manager for Shiratorizawa’s volleyball club is a pretty fun job, especially when your boyfriend is a star player. But, what happens when you notice something is up with your boyfriend during practice? Does it have anything to do with the group of students forming around the gym doors?
A/N: I think this is a bit ooc for Tendou just like, in general. Plus it’s my first time writing him, so aaaaa I don’t know how I feel about this. It’s also like, 4 am so :3 idk. I’ll check for mistakes tomorrow. Hope y’all enjoy my messy late night writing

Practice seemed to be going well today. Ushijima was on top of his game (as usual), Semi was practicing some killer sets and serves, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Tendou, your dear boyfriend, messing around with Goshiki. It seemed to be going so well today, in fact, that a small crowd of students had formed on the sidelines of the gym. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence, per se, seeing as to how popular the volleyball club was around the school, but it was almost always a welcome surprise.

Today, however, it wasn’t.

A small group of boys stood around the doors to the gym, whispering little things amongst themselves. Tendou, though throwing a volleyball back and forth with Goshiki, had his eyes traced on the group. He recognized a boy there all too well, his face seared into his memory. He’d never forget it. After all, who forgets a childhood bully?

It didn’t really bother Tendou much, going to school with one of the boys who’d made him feel so ill at ease with himself during his younger years. Not anymore, not now that he’d found a place where he’d fit in, a family with his team. He’d found a best friend in Ushijima, and he’d even managed to get a significant other. What did bother him was that this boy was invading his home, and that he could hear everything that he was saying to his little group of peers on the sidelines.

“Man, that red-haired guy sure is a monster, huh?”

“Yeah, he really is.“ The boy sneered, eyes squinting towards Tendou. “I mean, for god’s sake, his name is even Satori.“

Tendou sucked in a breath, reminding himself that he was fine. He was having fun. He was at practice. He tried to focus on Goshiki, looking between him and the volleyball being passed between them. But his eyes couldn’t resist wandering back to the group of boys by the door, some kind of morbid current pulling him in.

That’s when he noticed you, sitting on a bench only a few feet away from his childhood bully and the group of boys surrounding him. What were you doing? Didn’t you hear what they were saying about him? He knew that he was being a bit ridiculous in his head, but an irrational voice nagged at the back of his mind: why weren’t you defending him? Did you agree with those boys? I mean, sure, he was called the “guess monster,” and hell, the two of you were dating, but did you agree with them? Did you think he was a monster, too?

Tendou’s mind raged on as practice continued, unable to fight off his insecurities caused by memories of his childhood bubbling up.

Unbekownst to your boyfriend, you were totally oblivious to anything going on around you. Coach Washijo had told you to take notes on practice today, and so you had. You’d become engrossed in watching your boys, the proud manager in you taking over every last bit of your mind. Everything was going so well today.

Finishing up some notes on Semi’s serves, you decided to go fill up some water bottles for the boys, realizing that, it being halfway through practice, they’d probably all been in need of a refill.

Making your way towards the gym doors, you were stopped by a group of boys, their quieted whispers coming to a lull as they all bored their eyes into you, looking you up and down. Throwing a strained smile on your face, you tried to push your way through their little group and towards the doors, only to be stopped by some of them trying to talk to you.

This wasn’t really that strange. You were the volleyball club’s manager, and you were about as popular as any player on the team. Usually, though, when other boy’s had tried to garner your attention, Tendou would come up and help you escape. He wasn’t doing that now, though.

You glanced around, looking for your boyfriend’s face, only to find him with an unreadable expression. He looked confused and almost… hurt? Why wasn’t he coming over to whisk you away from these boys? You locked eyes with Tendou, trying to get him to come and help you, but he just stared blankly back at you.

After finally filling up the boys’ water bottles and handing them off (not missing the way Tendou could hardly look at you as you gave him his), you went back to taking notes. Deciding to focus more intently on your boyfriend, you realized that he kept messing up his guess blocking. Something was definitely up with him.

When practice ended, Tendou rushed out, an uncharacteristically fast and quiet exit for your usually goofy boyfriend. Even stranger to you, he didn’t stop to talk or ask you to hang out with him after practice. Usually he’d try to sneak you into his dorm so you could hang out with him and Ushijima for the rest of the night, but he’d left before even talking to you.

Worry crept into your mind. What was up with your boyfriend? Standing outside of the gym, lost deep in different explanations of why your boyfriend might be acting strangely, Ushijima placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You look upset,” Ushijima pointed at your eyebrows, which had started to scrunch up as you thought about your boyfriend’s behavior.

“Have you noticed anything up with Satori lately?” You questioned your friend, hoping that he had some reason as to why your boyfriend looked so distressed during practice. If you were being honest, on top of your worry, you were just the slightest bit pissed at Tendou for the way he was acting. There was clearly something wrong all throughout practice, so why wasn’t he coming to talk to you? The two of you were dating, and behind Ushijima, you hoped that you were his closest friend.

“No,” never one for many words, Ushijima answered. “But, ah, you can come to our dorm, if you want?”

You smiled up at your stoic friend, nodding a quick yes.

The two of you walked in a comfortable silence, but Ushijima could practically hear your thoughts. Your eyebrows unconsciously furrowed, and you began to bite your lip out of nervousness. Damn, what the hell was up with Tendou? You just wanted to know what had happened that had caused that hurt look on his face.

When you get to Tendou’s shared dorm, Ushijima you gives some kind of half-excuse about having forgotten something in the gym before letting you in to see Tendou. Your harsh expression softens as you look at your boyfriend. He was sitting on his bed, cross-legged and staring blankly at the wall.

“Satori?” You call out before sitting down next to him when he doesn’t respond. “What’s up with you?”

Your boyfriend tilted his head slightly, but remained quiet.

You try prodding on a bit, letting your fingers intertwine with his.

“What was up at practice today? Usually you come rescue me from those boys who hang around the club, like some kinda uh… knight in shining armor?” You tried joking, only to have him blink and stare back at the wall.

Tendou’s body surged with guilt. You were right. Usually he did come and save you from uncomfortable situations with fanboys. And today, he’d willingly let someone he knew was horrible make you feel uncomfortable.

It was all too much for Tendou; the guilt, the insecurity, the constant loop of his childhood memories replaying in his head.

Your boyfriend started to cry.

“Oh, Satori…” you whisper softly, taking your hand out of his and wrapping your arms around his body instinctively, “what’s wrong?”

Tendou rested his head against your shoulder, unable to stop the silent tears from welling up and falling down his cheeks.

Your boyfriend incoherently babbled on about the group of boys who were at practice, his voice quiet and broken, so different from his usual energetic, sweet tone. You caught one word, “monster,” and that was all you needed to hear. Tendou had told you about his childhood before, all the names he’d been called, all the ways he’d been made to feel out of place and lesser.

You shushed him, trying to get him to stop talking, cooing sweet nothings into his ear, that one word being more than enough of an explanation. You let Tendou keep crying, rubbing circles on his back until his tears stopped and all you could hear was the occasional sniffle.

You removed your arms from around Tendou, and almost regretted it when you saw a hurt look flash across his face. Turning your body to him on his bed, you took his hands in yours.

“Satori, listen.” He nodded hesitantly, still letting out little sniffles.

“I love you,” you started, kissing his left cheek, “with every fiber of my being…” you kissed his right cheek, then continued, “and—“ you kissed his nose, “—you are not,“ you softly kissed one corner of his mouth, “and never will be—“ you kissed the other corner, “—a monster.” You finished off your sentence by giving your boyfriend a quick (but sweet) peck on the lips, letting him sink back into your arms and rest his head against your chest. You moved slightly so that you could rest your back against the wall before fully melting into the embrace.

Hoping that you’d reassured your boyfriend, you raked your hand in his hair, softly running your fingers through it.

You saw the corners of your boyfriend’s mouth turn up in a small smile, and heard him start to hum a small tune. Smiling down at him, you relished in the moment, hoping that your boyfriend would never be made to feel like a monster or have to talk to that horrible boy ever again.

As the evening rolled on, you and Tendou almost drifting off to dreamland, you heard a soft knock through the door before Ushijima’s head popped in.

“Have you figured out what’s up with… oh.” A smile curled on Ushijima’s lips as he noticed his best friend sleeping soundly, curled up in your arms.

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;noodles (m)

pairing: lee taeyong x reader genre/warnings: smut, romance, fluff, skater! taeyong, convenience store worker! reader words: 5,259

summary: you’re developing a tiny little crush on the guy who buys ramen at the convenience store you work at…

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;crush (m)

pairing: lee taeyong x reader, punk! taeyong   genre/warnings: fluff, smut words: 9,754

summary: you have a crush on the guy who works at your local record store and you don’t know what to do about it. He couldn’t possibly like you back, could he?

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Anonymous asked:

as a fellow akaashi whore, may i request s/o being the manager nd dating him in secret or something?? idk just fluff i just love him

sooo…. when you requested this you probably expected a short little scenario, but… uh… take a look at that word count yikeslook, idk what happened but this scenario has taken over my life for a week now. and here are the results. (oh, and, spoiler alert: his s/o isn’t the team’s manager… uh… oops? also, akaashi whores UNITE) 

most importantly: round of applause for my beta reader, editor in chief, very good friend who has way too high of a tolerance for my bullshit and dumb ideas, @heichou-in-my-head, better known as pip. i don’t know how you do it, but holy shit is this honeybun grateful for you pippy. sorry my trouble with tenses gave you a hard time with this one, but what else do you expect from me? (seriously, thank you for all you do for me! ^_^

without further ado….. word count: 7883fem reader

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“This is Akaashi.”

Back when your parents told you they’d be hiring a new gardener, you’d expected someone just as old as your last one. It appeared they’d managed to find a college student who was the same age as you instead.

“You can call me Keiji, if you want to.”

And it was weird - your parents quickly accepted the boy into your family. You recall feeling as though they expected the two of you to develop a relationship resembling something like siblings.

But after two months of him working for your family, you’d done nothing but embarrass yourself in front of him.

Even the other morning, you’d walked into the kitchen wearing what you’d slept in - a t-shirt and your underwear - toothbrush in mouth, bedhead out in full force, just about to grab a bottle of water from the fridge when you noticed: the boy was standing at the sink washing his hands, eyeing you with vague amusement. You remember gratefully noting that he didn’t glance down to your lower half.

How polite.

The snicker he gave you wasn’t very polite, though.

“Good morning,” he said, “sleeping beauty.”

You pulled your toothbrush from your mouth with a scoff.

“It’s not that late,” you mumbled, grabbing the bottle and beating a hasty retreat to your room.

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