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fastandcarlos · 2 days

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When He Pulls You Into His Hold » F1 Reaction

» Max Verstappen

Making you jump is one of Max’s favourite things to do, and so he tends to pull you into his hold when you least expect it. The way your face flashes with panic makes him chuckle until you look back and realise that it’s only Max, allowing your expression to settle back into a smile. As much as you want to hit him for making you jump in terror, you can’t help but just relax into Max’s hold and rest your head against his chest whilst his fingers dance through your his, especially once he begins to kiss against the top of your head.

» Lando Norris

Usually Lando will hold onto you whenever he starts to feel his anxiety creeping in. He holds you to feel secure and loved, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he feels your hands over his arm. “You good bub?” You often whisper back to him, feeling his head nod against your bare skin as he struggles to find the words. Having you to squeeze is the perfect distraction for Lando, switching off and escaping into the bubble of only you and him. Whenever he can feel his heartbeat quicken, he searches for you to bring him back again.

» Charles LeClerc

You could be forgiven for thinking that Charles isn’t paying attention to you a lot when he pulls you into his hold, but actually, he does. His mind wonders to think about you when he’s doing even the most boring of jobs: scrolling through his phone; pretending to listen to someone talk or when you’re getting ready for bed. Those are the moments when he wants you closest the most as the feeling of you right beside him brightens any moment and brings a smile to his face as soon as your eyes meet, sending Charles into a melting mess.

» Carlos Sainz

Sleepy Carlos is definitely the favourite version of him that you love holding onto. His grip is tight to begin with but slowly loosens as he finds himself relaxing more around you. A faint whisper of your name will call through and let you know that he wants you, being the big spoon around you as you tell him about your day. A cuddle and your voice are the perfect combination to leave Carlos feeling weary, and soon enough you can usually hear the faint sounds of snores coming from behind you as Carlos settles holding on to his comfort person.

» George Russell

Whenever he misses you, George is there and holding onto you tightly so that he can familiarise himself with you. No moment is better for you both then that first hug, when George holds onto you a little tighter and for a little longer. There are never any words between the two of you, just the way that you hold onto one another tells you both exactly how the other is feeling and just how much you’ve both been missed. The embrace makes both of youth warts race and releases several signs of relief from you both as you’re reunited again.

» Daniel Ricciardo

You expect Daniel to pull you into his hold whenever you’re within reaching distance, it’s a habit for him that makes his heart happy having you right there beside him. There’s almost a smirk on your face whenever you think that you’ve managed to pass Daniel, but at the last minute his hand wraps around your wrists and pulls you as close as he possibly can. His bright smile meets you as you glance up, “didn’t think you’d get away that easily, did you?” He can’t help but tease, kissing against your temple as your head shakes at his sniggers.

» Oscar Piastri

More than most Oscar likes to hold you as it’s his way of protecting you and making sure that you’re close by. “I got you,” he’ll often whisper to you before pressing a kiss against your cheek in amongst the chaos that engulfs your busy lives. Oscar prefers to have his arm wrapped tightly around you, but if he’s only able to intertwine one of his fingers in with yours, he’ll reluctantly take it, searching for more, as long as he can hold onto you somehow and reassure you that you’re not alone then that’s all that matters to him.

» Pierre Gasly

Teasing cuddles are Pierre’s absolute favourite, he’ll love to hold onto you and do something that will make you resist against him. “Not today,” he’ll whisper against your neck, using his hot breath to send a shiver down your spine, or he’ll pinch against your waist to tickle against your bare skin as your shirt rides up, tightening his grip ever so slightly so that you can’t get away from him. Anything Pierre can do to get you to plead with him and hear you murmur against his name in between laughter he’ll try his absolute best to succeed at.

» Lewis Hamilton

Holding onto you is a subconscious thing for Lewis, without even thinking his arms reach out to you and make sure that you’re as close to him as your bodies will allow. He could be in an important meeting or listening to an important person, but that doesn’t stop his fingertips from brushing against your body or his chin resting against your shoulder gently. It often sends shivers down your spine as you hear his hums just underneath your ear as he acknowledges what is going on around him, despite his mind mostly just being filled with thoughts of you.

» Lance Stroll

More than anything else it’s habit for Lance to be holding onto you, he doesn’t even need to think to do it anymore. He’s there because he wants to make you feel loved, if you’re happy he’ll hold you and giggle away with you, if you’re sad then he’ll squeeze you extra tight to try and make you smile again, or if you’re just fancying a cuddle, Lance will be there to fulfil your need. “Is this alright?” He will constantly ask you, desperate to make sure that he is doing the right thing and leaving you with a heart that made you feel adored.

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chaldeanu · 3 days

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golden hour ノ sunday

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 1.0k ノ fem reader — reader is sunday’s chambermaid . secret affair . boss & employee relationship ノ making out right after waking up . pulling out . he cums in your mouth ノ surprisingly domestic fluffy smut

“please, don’t get up yet. we still have some time… i can always explain if you’re late,” he murmurs into your hair, scooping your body closer.

the only reply he hears is just a soft grunt and a sigh as you let yourself be convinced. the sheets are messy, crumpled, and you already think how long it will take you to change them because of this delay.

as if sensing your mind being preoccupied with something else, sunday starts smooching you all across your head, getting closer to your face, feathery touch tickling you here and there slightly until you giggle into his lips and reciprocate the direct kiss.

there are no mornings or evenings in penacony. always an hour set by the clock, and everyone just lives around it. it’s dark behind the curtains of the guest bedroom in his office, but it’s constantly dark here, if not counting the dazzling and sparkling, shimmering spectacle of lights of the neons, billboards, lamps and other attractions the golden hour can offer.

there’s only one rule here — live to the fullest at all times. for once, the prim and proper young man tries to apply it to his own routine, risking being late just to feel your body close to his own one more time. he runs his hand across your shoulder, leaving goosebumps where he touches. then his fingers glide downwards along your side and waist until he cups your thigh and pulls your leg over himself before you can even react.

“ah…” you hum sweetly and your whole frame trembles at this movement that was meant as a casual gesture and gets turned into a pleasurable foreplay so easily.

he shifts slowly, rubbing his cock between your folds as you wrap yourself around him with every limb like ivy. resting foreheads against each other, dishevelled hair tangled together and, almost moaning out loud from your intoxicating heat and wetness, he places the tip inside.

it’s difficult not to rush. he holds onto control tightly, keeps himself contained and careful so much that sometimes it makes you want to see him break out of these walls, come undone completely with passion. this time is no different. it seems as if you could barely hear his heartbeat quickening up against your ear while you press your lips against each other sloppily. but he slides into you with caution nonetheless, enjoying every inch of you wrapping around his length.

slowly, carefully, steadily, he’s making love to you for minutes now. soft cries die out between ruffled bedsheets along with quiet slick noises of his cock dragging through your walls and pulling back in, covered with your juices. the leisurely pace is just perfect for you today — there’s no need for excitement nor to have a shattering orgasm. everything is so warm, cosy and satisfying…

and then sunday picks up the tempo abruptly.

the feeling is so sudden; it catches you off-guard. your inner walls are hugging him tightly in response to the new, rougher approach, but he doesn’t give up. now it’s the tip hitting that sensitive spot inside, which sends waves of pleasure all over your body and you have to moan out loud to release the tension.

“i… ha-aah! i thought you wanted to take it s-slow, mmh!” you pant in surprise and protest. it only makes him chuckle at first as he watches your flustered expression with interest and adjusts your hips slightly to reach even deeper.

“forgive me this time, will you, dove?”

the friction is too much to handle. what he sees is you — a quivering mess — panting faster with your eyes closed shut to deal with it. your chest heaves shakily against his own one with every huff. but he wouldn’t dare stop again when you’re reacting so intensely, not unless you tell him so.

untangling your arms from himself before he manages to pull himself up just so he can comfortably reach between your bodies and put his hand on your clit, just above the delicate flesh that now parts with each of his deep thrusts. you squeal from this stimulation at once and squirm under him, trying to hold on to his forearms.

he knows exactly how you like to be touched, never turning away his gaze from your reactions. the tender bud swells even more under his fingertips and sunday smiles watching your body jerking suddenly and reflexively with every move he makes. you’re moaning out loud as if you had no worries about being heard and he wonders if maybe he could make you scream out his name someday — but maybe not yet, not when you two shouldn’t even be in one bed.

brows furrowing with an upcoming climax, he gives some extra attention to your clit for a while until, finally, there’s no way back for you. his ears enjoy hearing you almost singing your cries of relief and pleasure, shuddering throughout your entire silhouette as it grips on him from inside and releases him with wet sticky warmth. hissing at this, he’s barely able to pull out in time and clumsily crawls up on top of you while fisting his cock above your face.

ignoring the heatwave rushing down your every nerve, you open your mouth and let him smack the tip over your tongue over and over again until a few ropes of cum fall right on it. your mind goes blank, being high on the ecstasy of the recent orgasm, and your lover milks the last drops out into your throat as you continue to gently suck on his girth.

as you’re coming to your senses and the bliss of afterglow subsides, sunday begins cleaning you and his own cock up, planting a gentle kiss on your temple with a heavy breath before sitting upright on the bed.

“would you consider not wearing me down first thing in the morning?“ you tease, but he remains silent with a distant smile, stroking your cheek as he continues cleaning your body with wet wipes he keeps on the nightstand.

“just another perk of staying here late at night,” he eventually replies, quietly, almost like an afterthought, and then proceeds to gather the clothes for another day. “i’m always waiting to see you come to tell that i should rest. just so i can hug you and take you to bed with me…” he confesses softly, the same vague, half-amused, half-wistful look in his eyes.

#—writing.#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail smut #star rail x reader #star rail x you #star rail smut #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr smut #sunday x reader #sunday x you #sunday smut #fem reader

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annashockeystories · 2 days

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Hey can you do a Andrei Svechnikov or Sebastian Aho smut fic please?

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x reader

Warnings: Smut and age gap (Reader is 19, Andrei is 24), friends with benefits to lovers, and badly translated Russian

Summary: After a big home win, Andrei needs to celebrate with his favourite social media admin

From the moment you got the internship as the social media admin for the Carolina Hurricanes, you loved it. The guys and their families were so sweet, and you had become fast friends with Seth Jarvis. However, you had almost instantly created a connection with Andrei Svechnikov. While you weren't technically allowed to have any relationship with the players, that hadn't stopped the situationship that had come to be with Andrei Svechnikov. You both knew there was a risk, that's part of what made it fun.

That's why, while you watched Andrei get off the bench for his shoot out attempt, an attempt that would win the game, your heart sped up. "Come on, Drei," you mumbled to yourself.

"Andrei Svechnikov has scored the game-winning goal for Carolina," the announcer bellowed, and you jumped up celebrating. The whole team celebrated and began to walk down the tunnel. You and the rest of the staff wandered up to celebrate with the team. Normally, members of the team hug the staff out of both an adrenaline rush and how close we all were. Today was no different, Seth Jarvis and Jack Drury hugged you tight, but when Andrei walked by, he gave you the tightest hug you'd ever felt. While in the hug, his thick accent quietly whispered, "Meet me at my car." You felt your heartbeat practically come out of your chest while you greeted the rest of the team.

After what felt like another hour of greeting the team and closing out for the night, you began to walk to the parking lot. Andrei was already in his Lamborghini when you saw him, beginning to rush towards him so as not to be seen.

When you reach the car, you get in quickly. The tinted windows are rolled up, so you don't have to worry about being seen once you are in. He reached over and kissed you. Because english wasn't his first language he had never been a man of many words, but physical touch had always been the way he expressed himself to you. You loved the kisses and touching, as did he.

"You come to my home tonight," he mumbled.

"Drei, I need all my stuff. If I go back to work tomorrow in the same outfit, they'll know. Toothbrush, I don't have a toothbrush." Andrei listened quietly to your anxious rant. When you finally finished, he handed you his phone open to a picture, a drawer in his closet with two of your skirts, underwear, pants, socks, and a bra. He signalled to scroll, and when you did, you saw his bathroom counter covered in your products. He had gone out and bought all your products, you couldn't believe it. Before you could say anything, he spoke up.

"I like when you stay," his voice was deep but very quiet, as if he was shy.

"Oh, drei, thank you," you mumbled while kissing his neck. He was still driving, so he didn't return the kisses but happily groaned about yours.

After all that commotion, you were actually already at his home. Pulling into the garage and getting out, you both walked quietly into the house. The moment that the door closed and you were in the house, he grabbed you and began kissing you hard.

"Game winner Andrei Svechnikov deserves a reward, " you say as you get down on your knees and unbutton his dress pants.

"thank you красивая девушка (beautiful girl)," he groaned as you took him in your mouth, gently sucking his tip. He was never one to be quiet in bed; whether it was Russian swears or pure moans and groans, the man let you know how good you made him feel. "no no любовь (love) not in mouth, in you," he groaned as he pulled you off him flipping you onto the bed.

He lined himself up with you and thrust; as you cried out, his hand softly touched your face, pushing your hair back. "моя прекрасная девочка (my beautiful girl), you do so good," he groans thrusting harder. You can barely register what he is saying as he's so deep you can't think when suddenly you feel the familiar knot in your lower stomach.

"Drei, I....I'm...g.g.gonna...," you stutter out

"I know красивая девушка (beautiful girl), I know," he moans out, somehow going deeper.

"Drei," you scream out, feeling the dam break. At the same time, you felt Andrei's release. Your vision went blurry, and everything went quiet.

After only a few seconds you came back to with Andrei stroking your face and whispering in Russian. You had no idea what he was saying for the most part, but there was one familiar term, "Я люблю тебя, моя дорогая (I love you my darling)."

"I love you too, Drei," I whispered, falling asleep.

"No, no, get ready, remember," he groaned, pulling you up towards his bathroom. He began brushing your teeth, and you laughed as toothpaste smeared over your face.

After two minutes, you spit out the toothpaste and hop in the shower. Andrei joins and washes your hair while you wash his. No words are exchanged, but it feels different. You knew you'd been in love with him for a while but didn't think he wanted more.

"Drei," you casually said as you exited the shower, beginning your skin care.

"yes," he said, watching you with a towel around his waist

"Did you mean it when you said you loved you?" You couldn't bring yourself to look at him while you said it until you felt his hand on your chin, pulling you up to look at him.

"I mean all, I love you," He mumbled while kissing your jaw. You were done skincare now, so you turned and kissed him back. Both of you dropped your towels and walked back to the bed.

You knew you had a lot to figure out, but for him, it was worth it.

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov smut #carolina hurricanes #nhl x reader #nhl smut #hockey smut

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tofuxuan · 2 days

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a path of no return ᶻ °ᡣ𐭩 . °

✘ boohill x reader ༯ 𓍼 angsty , death of a loved one , sorta abandonment , grieving (not really) , lowkey confusing perspectives idk , [name] isn't used , you probably die , NOT PROOFREAD ₊✩‧₊ based on the lyrics of 'half return' by adrianne lenker. (ps please invite me to your boothill themed birthday party, thanks) this is written b4 boothill's full release so idk much abt his lore or why he's a cyborg. this is pretty short like 600+ words

standing in the yard, "tag, yer' it!" sweet laughter erupted from both your husband and daughter. he has his daughter tackled in a hug on the green grass of your backyard, of course they were playing tag on the hottest morning. you playfully groaned, "hey! don't hurt yourselves!" you yelled from across the plain of grass.

in unison, their heads turned to the direction of your voice. in an instant, your husband stands up right and lends a hand to your guys' daughter. hand in hand, they start walking towards you.

"ugh, boothill... she's gonna have rashes all over her now..." you silently apprehended him for his recklessness and in response, he gives you a bashful smile. you could never be angry at him for long so you forgave him in a heartbeat when you saw his smile, plus he was helping to teach his daughter to walk. but that doesn't mean that the rashes aren't going to form so you pick up your daughter and tell boothill that you're going to give her a bath.

you have her sitting in the bathtub, her back facing towards you. "you have such pretty hair, [///]. please never dye it." you commented solemnly, it was never supposed to be serious but you'll miss it. "but mama! can i dye it when i'm older?" you could hear the frown in her voice but it was a sincere appeal. a downturned smile appeared on your face when you heard what she had to say. "of course."

dressed like a kid. "seriously?" boothill protested when you brought up the idea of matching outfits for a family photo. normally it wouldn't be a big problem but you suggested actually matching outfits as in him having to wear something his daughter picked out (a pink dress!).

he stopped saying no when [///] melted his heart with her puppy eyes. he caved in and awkwardly fit himself in the dress that was intended for women (it barely fit). nonetheless, all of you guys gave your biggest smiles. [///]'s was the biggest out of all of them.

strung up by crappy magnets on your cheap fridge.

the house is white (i had no ideas for this one)

when [///] learned how to walk, you and boothill both thought there was an intruder but when you both saw her around the corner, you looked at each other with idiotic grins. "did you know she could walk?" "nuh uh"

and the lawn is dead

when your planet was destroyed, so was yourself. you had lost your pride and joy, your daughter. you knew she wasn't a biological daughter but she was your daughter.

on top of that, boothill disappeared and you had no one to go to. everything you worked on was now missing or gone completely, you felt the grief wash away the quick feelings of contentedness you previously had.

you would never see your daughter dye her hair.

the lawn is dead

you picked up a job as an ipc worker. they were the only ones who helped you in your time of need but under the one condition to become one of the ten stonehearts (idk how that works but don't bash me).

you first learned of boothill's survival after you heard a commotion about a rowdy ipc hating galaxy ranger. after digging information from your co-worker, aventurine, you found out his name, the one you felt so familiar to saying.

when the wanted posters were hung up by magnets on every surface, you knew it was the man you once loved.

is he out for your blood?

the lawn is dead

there he was. face of your former husband with the body of a cyborg.

"'ya dirty ipc shirtbags. doin' nothing but sit 'ere lazily." it was the stupid southern accent you remember. when he looked at you, his smirk dropped.

bang

#─ ⊹₊⋆ ☹︎ odettes cry for help #hsr #hsr boothill #boothill #boothill hsr #boothill x reader #hsr angst #hsr x reader #hsr x reader angst #boothill angst

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 12 hours

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Hiii ❤️

Can you do a fic where fem!reader wants to try something new with jason so they switch places (jason sub)

A/n: I know I said I was only doing fluff but I was bored in class and this was requested in March, I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get to this, it is also not the only one from March :')

Also wasn't sure if you meant dom/sub dynamic or pegging so I hope I got it right lol

Warnings: Smut, sub!Jason dom!reader, riding, if I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You weren’t sure how you were gonna bring it up to him but you knew what you wanted

Jason was fairly vanilla. He liked to love you and make you feel good, receiving his own satisfaction in the end. But you wanted more.

You paced around your apartment, trying to think of what to say. You were so lost in thought you hadn’t even realized Jason coming in.

He saw you pacing and figured he’d come and help. He wrapped him arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug. Usually it worked, you only paced when you were thinking and he was like a weighted blanket.

“What’s going on?” He asked, tilting your head up to look at him.

You stated up at him for a moment before spewing out all these thoughts and eventually letting it slip what you really wanted.

Jason was nervous but he figured this meant a lot to you and he wanted to be a good boyfriend. You both had a good understanding of each other’s boundaries and it would be good to try something new, right.

You’d both stripped and now Jason was on the couch, biting his lip. Whether it was because you were naked and straddling his lap or because he was nervous you didn’t know.

His hands were tied behind his back using his belt, not tight, if he really wanted to he could take them off himself. But it was a step in the right direction, even if he could break out of them just knowing that he was tied like that had your body hot.

You rested your hands on his broad shoulders and lifted yourself up before slowly sinking yourself onto his hard cock. Jason’s eyes rolled back and a moan left him. It wasn’t forced, per se. Jason never was a quiet guy, he just grunted instead, so hearing him moan was a whole new experience.

“What was that for?” You had to ask, you’d fucked multiple times before but never did he moan.

Jason looked back to you, lidded eyes and a soft smile. “Well you moan, I figured if you wanted to switch positions I’d take a turn” filthy whore and yet still thinking of your pleasure. He was such a sweetheart and the best boyfriend you could ask for.

You kissed him and started bounces on him, getting off just on his moans falling onto your lips.

You pulled away and moved faster, rubbing your clit as you searched for that approaching high. Jason started thrusting up into you, wanting to help you.

You hesitated a moment, as much as you just wanted to cum you had a vision. And that vision was of Jason crying, dick all red and leaking because you wouldn’t let him cum, no not until he was sobbing would you give him the satisfaction of release.

You pulled off of him but kept rubbing yourself until your eyes rolled back and you came. Jason watched with stars in his eyes as you brought yourself over the edge.

“Jason,” you started as you calmed down, "who said you could cum?" Jason looked up at you with a small pout, just what you wanted.

You took you sweet time torturing him. Telling how good he was, getting him right on the edge and then pulling away and getting yourself off.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks now, his moans were laced with sobs, or his sobs were laced with moans. You asked him if he wanted to stop but he begged you to keep going.

You were bouncing up and down on his length again, your legs were getting tired so you got off of Jason and laid down beside him on the couch. "You wanna cum?" You asked, Jason eagerly nodded. "Earn it." And with that he crawled over you and pushed into your gummy walls, not letting a single heartbeat pass by before he starting bucking his hips into yours.

He was a dog in heat, eager to please and doing whatever he could to cum. His face was hidden in the crook of your neck as he sobbed out about how good it felt, how much he loved you.

He couldn't keep a rhythm, his mind was too far gone for him to be able to. It didn't matter. You were already coming undone at the seams and Jason could barely hold himself together as is.

"Fuck, you're so good, such a good boy." You praised, knowing it would fuel the little bit that Jason had left and bringing him to the high he'd been working towards this whole time.

His cock was buried deep inside of you, he couldn't care less, he could barely move. He rolled off of you but kept his arms wrapped tight around you, getting more comfortable on the couch with you.

He sniffled. "I love you." He mumbled. "I love you so much."

You smiled and kissed his temple. "I love you, too." You whispered. "You're the best, you know that?" Another kiss. "You're perfect." Jason smiled against you and fell asleep.

#metallica #metallica fanfiction #metallica imagines #metallica smut #metallica x reader #jason newsted #jason newsted smut #jason newsted x reader

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faerunsbest · 2 days

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Rolan with a partner who is unreasonably patient. Almost passive to prevent arguments.

They love him very much and do their best not to be the cause of any further stress for him. So when he forgets things like cleaning his part of things after work, they just pick up his slack. It's so frequent and they never bring it up as a problem so he isn't aware of what he was doing.

It isn't until he finds himself telling his students to be sure to clean up after themselves that it clicks. In the middle of class ,mid rant he freezes, quiet and focused staring off into space for a solid minute. When he zones back in he just shouts at his class

"Self paced reading day, stay on task!"

Then bolts out the door, leaving them all confused.

Rolan bolts home and sees his love on their hands and knees, reaching under a book shelf, trying to grab something that rolled away. They look up at him surprised to see him in the middle of the day.

As he looks around it occurred to him that they've been taking of all the towers common spaces by themself. Even going as fat as to clean his office and study.

This is probably why they're always passed out asleep when he gets to bed. If he was honest, he was getting a little annoyed at the lack of attention in the bedroom for a while.

Guilt sunk deep as he almost shouted.

"I'm so sorry!"

They're baffled at him as he looks around at all the cleaning supplies around, his face suddenly riddled with upset.

"What's going on? Is something why are you home so early?"

Rolan hurries over to pull them up off the floor and hug them tight. They're so caught off guard and not used to the attention anymore, he can feel their heartbeat racing against him.

"Rolan you're scaring me what's going on?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was just thinking today and I realized I haven't been doing anything at all here to help. It's just been you by yourself, you must be so tired."

While he's talking, he won't let go of them. Rolan randomly drops kisses over their face while he speaks

"I'm supposed to help and do my part, you can tell me."

The way his heart breaks at their response, the silly bright laugh as they

"Oh, it's no trouble. i know you're busy. Your work is more important than me."

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #rolan #bg3 rolan #holy rolan empire #tiefling #romance

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bubblegyu00 · 2 days

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riize reactions when you're crying with the door locked ??

all luv,

- 🍓

riize reaction - crying behind a locked door

warnings - angst, crying, panic attacks, suicide joke, cursing

a/n - STOP I LOVE THIS WHAT

not proofread ...

shotaro -

you just felt so tired, and all you needed was a hug – but shotaro was never there to give you one.

you knew it wasn't his fault in any way, but you just wish he wasn't always so busy. but it's not like you could tell him that, because you know that whenever he does have that limited time off, he spends it all with you. and even if you did want to tell him, you couldn't because whenever that big smile of his appears you forget everything.

so you're currently in your bedroom crying on the floor, wondering why you couldn't just be fine without him? he does just fine without you. your thoughts get interrupted when the front door opens and you hear your boyfriend's voice echo throughout your house. " baby I'm home! " you scramble to your feet to lock the door of your bedroom. you can't let him see you like this. he shouldn't make him feel bad whenever he leaves for work. " where are you? ". your breathing stopped when he attempted to open the door and failed. " babe? ". hearing his voice this close to you immediately made you break down into uncontrollable sobs. " oh no, baby what's wrong?! " he kept attempting to open the door and you crawled into a ball on the bed. " can you open the door for me? please? " " I don't want y-you.... to see me like this " shotaro's heart broke knowing that his favorite person was crying by themselves. " baby you're beautiful no matter what. I'll always love you, so please open the door for me. hm? ". you slowly crawled off of the bed and trudged towards the door. the minute you unlocked it, he burst in and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

don't ever do that again, I was so scared . . .

eunseok -

you flinched as your front door slammed. your boyfriend had just left after a fight you two had just had. you were just confronting him on how he was always late, or forgetting dates. " if you're gonna be always late to a date, then let's just not go on dates. " " I'm trying my hardest okay? ' you knew he was always so busy, but if he knew he wouldn't be able to keep the promises, then why'd he make them in the first place?

when eunseok finally decided to come back and apologize, he didn't see you in the spot he last saw you. he searched through the house until he heard soft cries from the bedroom. " are you in there? " eunseok said as he knocked softly. " can I come in? " you wiped your tears with the sleeves of your ( his ) sweatshirt. " go away. " eunseok moved to open the door, but the handle wouldn't budge. " honey I'm sorry, please let me in " he suddenly hated himself for leaving and not trying to work it out immediately. " I'm sorry I left, but I'm here now. just let me in princess. " when you finally opened the door, his heart broke at the sight of you. the mascara stains on your ( his ) sleeves, your red puffy eyes, your glossy lips which he could tell you've been biting. it was all his fault, so all he could do was pull you into the softest, gentlest hug he's ever given you. he kissed the top of your head and whispered into your hair

I'm sorry baby, I won't leave anymore, I promise . . .

sungchan -

you ever so slowly tried to wriggle out of your boyfriend's strong arms. he groaned and held onto you tighter in hopes you wouldn't leave. " baby I have to go shower! " " nuh uh " you giggled and kissed the top of his head before you tiptoed from your bed to the bathroom.

when all of a sudden you felt this overwhelming guilt that you didn't deserve sungchan. you could hardly breathe, and your heartbeat started picking up in pace. even the fans thought that you didn't deserve him, so why are you being selfish and holding him back? tears escaped your eyes as you focused on trying to breathe. " love? are you alright? " the ringing in your ears almost drowned out sungchan's words, but you could still hear him. " can you hear me? " your back was against the wall facing the door. you were curled up into a ball and were trying to stay silent. " c'mon babygirl, talk to me " soon enough though, sungchan had found the key to the bathroom and opened the door. he let out a shaky sigh as he saw you in the midst of a panic attack. he pulled you off of the ground and held you like a baby. you sobbed into his shoulder as he left chaste kisses on your head.

it's okay baby, channie's here . . .

wonbin -

all you wanted was a break. really, all you needed was a break. you’re boss has been making you work your ass off, and even the weekends aren’t an escape from work. working day in and day out was so tiring for you, and you it’s like you could never catch up on the work. you laid in bed on your phone, watching your friends instagram stories of them partying. oh how badly you wished you could’ve been there. before you knew it – tears were streaming slowly down your cheeks. you sniffled a bit, and tried your best to wipe them up – which failed because they felt like they’d never stop.

in the midst of everything, you heard your front door open. you started to panic until you realized it was just your boyfriend. “ surprise!! “ for a moment all of the panic left your body. you thought he’d still be on tour, but it seemed he had come home early. but all the panic hit you again when you realized your current state. you quickly locked your bedroom door and ran to the mirror to try and cover up the fact that you’d been crying. “ are you in here? “ you heard the door knob jingle as you rushed to splash cool water on your face. “ um… can I come in? “ “ one sec! “ you tucked your hair behind your ears whilst taking deep breaths. you slowly trudged over to the door and opened it, revealing wonbin’s panicked expression. “ I didn’t know you were- “ “ have you been crying? “ your heart dropped when those words left his mouth. the last thing you wanted to do was make him worried. “ no? my allergies have just been acting up- “ “ no, you’ve been crying. “ he immediately brushed the hair out of your eyes and felt the wetness on your eyelashes. “ you don’t have to lie. “ the softness of his tone brought tears back to your waterline – threatening to fall.

why’s my pretty baby crying . . . ?

seunghan -

“ can you go staple the stack of papers on my desk please? “ seunghan was currently sitting on the couch trying to get last minute things done on his laptop. “ sure. “ you got up from the couch and shuffled upstairs to his bedroom. you gathered the papers from his desk and put them into a neat file. when you went to press down on the stapler, you didn’t move your finger out of the way fast enough. now the pain of the staple in your finger wasn’t what made you panic, but the sight of it made you gag. tears gathered at your waterline as you counted from 3 mentally, in order to pull it out. once you got to 1 and the staple was out of your finger, the tears finally fell down your face. “ hannie! do you have bandaids?! “ you tried to keep your tone relaxed, but you knew it definitely sounded panicked. “ why?! “ “ uh… “ worried, seunghan stood from the couch and headed towards his room.

when you heard his footsteps, you immediately locked the door. you don’t know why you did it, but maybe it’d be better if he didn’t know the clumsy mistake you just made. “ why’d you lock the door? “ “ because! “ seunghan recognized the tone in your voice and he tried to open the door once more. “ are you crying? “ “ no! “ your boyfriend sighed and just stood outside of the door. “ [name]… open the door. “ you groaned as you put your hand onto the knob. “ if I let you in, you promise not to laugh? “ “ I promise. “ as soon as seunghan heard the click, he opened the door. when he saw your finger, he took your hand into his. “ did you staple your finger…? “ “ maybe… “ his lip quivered as he tried to hold in a laugh. “ seunghan! “ “ I’m not laughing! “ you pulled your hand away from him and scrunched your face up at him. he snorted and kissed your forehead. “ did you pull it out yourself? “ “ yes seunghan! I’m not gonna leave it in my fucking finger! “

you’re adorable . . .

sohee -

you were lying in bed next to sohee, just scrolling on tiktok. that was until you saw a video of a girl pranking her boyfriend by crying behind a locked door. you looked behind you to see if sohee was looking at your phone, but he was clueless. you slowly crawled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. you set up the camera and started sniffling.

not even a minute later, you heard the bed sheets rustle and the floorboards creak. “ are you crying? “ sohee said as he attempted to open the bathroom door. “ no.. “ “ what’s wrong baby? “ you pretended to let out sobs while you looked at the camera. “ nothing.. “ “ just tell me, hm? “ you smiled as you came up with a response. “ you said that I should dye my hair… do you think I’m ugly with my hair now? “ “ WHAT?! “ sohee’s jaw dropped as you tried to keep in your laughs. “ NO?! YOU ASKED ME IF YOU SHOULD DYE YOUR HAIR AND I SAID YOU’D LOOK GOOD EITHER WAY?! “ “ so I’m not perfect now? “ he scoffed his disbelief at your words. “ if you’re in there crying because I said you should dye your hair, I will fling myself off of the roof right now. “ you finally broke character and let out a chuckle. when you opened the door, you laughed even harder at his expression.

that wasn’t funny, I was actually worried . . .

anton -

“ sweetie pie baby face I’m home! “ anton’s voice echoed through the house as he put his stuff down. when he didn’t see the lights on downstairs, he assumed you were just laying in bed. while he was walking up the stairs, he heard soft cries come from the door. when he heard went to turn the handle, it wouldn’t budge. “ [name]? “ you were currently asleep, but having a dream about your boyfriend leaving you. “ honey? “ when you didn’t answer the second time, he went downstairs to search for the key. once he opened the door, he was relieved to see you were asleep. he sat on the bed and pulled you into his arms. your eyes fluttered open and you hugged him when realized it was just him. “ I thought you left. “ “ hm? “ anton wipes the tears off of your chin as you smiled up at him.

“ in my dream you left me. “ your boyfriend kissed the top of your head and chuckled. “ he really fumbled then, ‘dunno what he was thinking. “ you shook your head while cuddling into his chest.

I would never leave you, I promise . . .

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sidekick-hero · 4 months

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The first time Steve feels Eddie's heartbeat, it's barely there. It's so faint that for an endless, terrifying moment, Steve thinks he's lost him.

That he's too late.

His fingers are on Eddie's neck, and there is so much blood that they keep slipping as he keeps searching for the reassuring thump-thump-thump of a pulse. Next to him, Dustin is sobbing and babbling, begging Steve to help Eddie, to save him. It brings tears to Steve's own eyes, the pain in Dustin's voice too much for him to bear. He shouldn't have left them alone, he should have come back sooner, he should have been better.

When he can't find what he's looking for, Steve presses his ear to Eddie's chest, desperate for some sign that he's not too late, that he hasn't failed his friends. That he hasn't let Eddie down.

Steve wants to cry with relief when he feels it, barely perceptible, but there. Eddie's heartbeat is pounding in his veins, pumping blood to wounds that need to be tended to right away.

"Come on, man, you're going to be okay. Just stay with me, Eddie. I got ya, you'll be as good as new, I promise," Steve swears not only to Eddie, but to Dustin as well. Even to himself, because he wants to believe it, too. Has to believe it.

Brown eyes, glassy with pain and blood loss, slowly open and blink up at him. "Steve?"

"Yeah, it's me. The guy who told you not to be cute, not to be a hero, but of course you didn't listen, did you?"

Inexplicably, Eddie grins at his words and Steve sees a deep gash in his cheek.

"You think I'm cute," Eddie says, sounding pleased even though it's obvious how much talking hurts him. It's easy to agree with him in this moment, anything to make Eddie happy and stop him from arguing.

"So cute, I'm going to sweep you off your feet now, Eddie." And with that, he scoops Eddie up in his arms, wincing at the way he whimpers in pain. "You gotta hang in there, yeah?"

Steve stumbles toward the trailer, wondering how he's going to get Eddie through the portal, almost missing when Eddie says quietly, "I'll try.”

They make it to the hospital, just barely. The doctors whisk Eddie away before Steve can check his heartbeat again, and he can't get his mind to stop its panicked mantra of too late, too late, too late. It's like his mind refuses to believe they made it without any tangible proof.

So later, when Eddie is out of surgery but still not allowed visitors, Steve sneaks into his room when no one is looking. Eddie's uncle is not there yet, and the room is eerily quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

It should be enough to reassure Steve that Eddie is, if not okay, at least alive.

But he isn't.

It's only with his ear pressed to Eddie's chest and hearing the rhythmic and steady beating of his heart that Steve is finally able to take a breath and let the tension seep out of his exhausted body. All he wants right now is to crawl onto the bed and let the sound lull him to sleep.

They almost lost Eddie. Steve almost lost Eddie.

It is with a mixture of surprise and confusion that he realizes just how much the thought hurts.

The next time Steve feels Eddie's heartbeat, it's not through his chest, but through the pulse in his veins.

This thing between them was so new and exciting, and Steve really had no idea what he was doing. Only that since that moment in the Upside Down when he had first pressed his ear to Eddie's chest and felt the faint beating of his heart against his cheek, something had changed.

Not even in a monumental way. It wasn't something Steve could have put his finger on at first.

But something had changed.

There was a new awareness of Eddie in Steve's mind, a space carved out just for the other boy. Like a beacon sending out signals, Steve always knew where Eddie was in a room and what he was doing.

And then there was this current that ran between them. Every time their bodies so much as brushed against each other, Steve could feel it. Sparks of electricity and heat coursing through his veins.

It was both heady and intense, making Steve wonder when he would reach his breaking point, unable to take it anymore, and finally act on it.

In the end, it was Eddie who snapped, kissing Steve with lips that tasted of cheap beer and the grilled cheese sandwiches Steve had made for them. But Steve returned it eagerly, licking happily into Eddie's mouth while his hands had cupped Eddie's face, holding him as if he were precious.

One thing led to another, and soon Steve had Eddie spread out on his sheets, the scars on his body like wildflowers blooming in the aftermath of life's wildfires. Each mark a testament to the battles he fought and the strength that ran through him like roots anchoring a majestic tree. Because he survived, he fought to stay with them, and only because of his strength is Steve allowed to hold him now.

That's why he made sure to caress each and every scar with his hands and mouth, baring his own heart in the process.

When his lubed finger first entered Eddie's body, Steve was as overwhelmed as Eddie, both men needing to catch their breath as their hearts thundered in their chests. At first Steve thought it was his own heart beating so hard he could feel his pulse in his finger. But then he realized it was Eddie's wild heart beating against Steve's finger inside him in a loving embrace.

Steve never knew that he would ever feel someone else's heart so intimately. That he would be able to feel it's rhythm from inside another's body, as if he was holding Eddie's heart in his own hands.

And when he finally sank into him, Steve lay still for a plethora of eternities, reveling in the sensation of Eddie's heartbeat welcoming him home.

Even though Steve wouldn't be able to say those words aloud for another two months, he knew that what they had done that day was love.

The day Steve finally finds the words to say how he feels about him, he can feel Eddie's heart saying it right back to Steve's palm on his chest.

They've been dating for two months now, and though they have to be careful in a way Steve has never had to be before, he wouldn't trade it for the world. Not if it meant falling asleep in Eddie's arms and waking up to the sight of his boyfriend's nose scrunched up adorably as his wild curls tickle it where they don't spill across the pillow they share.

Steve hasn't said them yet, those three words he's only said to one other person, but he tells Eddie every day in his own way. A million little things, from lingering touches to meals prepared to comfortable silences shared.

He tells Eddie he loves him every day when he puts his head on Eddie's chest to feel his heart beat in that steady, rhythmic way that says he's alive. That there is a future, not an almost, but a maybe. A hopefully.

Eddie always lets him, holding still when Steve pushes him down and climbs on top of him so he can lie comfortably and listen to his favorite sound inside Eddie's body. If Vecna were still alive, which fortunately he isn't, Eddie's heartbeat would be the song that could save Steve.

As they lay there, Eddie kept tapping his own rhythm on Steve's back. It's always the same, a song Steve doesn't recognize but has come to love as much as anything else about this impossible man beneath him.

On this particular day, Steve has just finished folding laundry when the doorbell rings. He drops the sweater he's been holding and goes to the door, wondering who it could be. Robin was on a trip with her parents and the kids had school. He and Eddie would see each other tonight at the trailer, have a quick and early dinner before Wayne had to go to work, and he and Eddie would spend the rest of the evening satisfying the ever-present hunger for each other.

When he opens his front door, he's surprised to see Eddie standing there, but one look at his face is enough to tell Steve that something is wrong. He quickly pulls Eddie inside and closes the door before wrapping his boyfriend in his arms.

"What happened, baby?" He asks in a soft voice, feeling Eddie tremble in response. Steve knows that Eddie had a job interview today, down at the new record store, and he was so excited about it. The owner, Stuart, was new in town, so he didn't know who Eddie was or what people thought about him. It was the fresh start Eddie so desperately needed in a town that never quite let him forget that in their eyes he's still a murderer and a freak.

A growing pit in Steve's stomach tells him that some people had been forthcoming enough to tell Stuart all about Eddie before today's interview.

"Was it the interview? Did Stuart not hire you?"

Eddie shakes his head silently, and Steve thinks it's as much an answer to his question as it is Eddie asking not to have to talk about it. Steve understands. When things get too much, too overwhelming, Eddie goes silent. It takes time for him to find his voice, and Steve has learned to give him that time.

He begins to rock him gently, humming a song to himself as he holds Eddie in his arms.

Steve doesn't know how much time passes before Eddie finally lifts his head from where it was buried in Steve's neck to look at him.

"Cyndi Lauper, really?" Eddie teases, and even though it still sounds a bit weak, Steve takes it as a win.

Still rocking gently, Steve puts his hand on Eddie's chest just above his heart.

"What can I say, it makes me think of you." And Steve begins to sing, his voice soft as his eyes never leave Eddie's.

You with the sad eyes, don't be discouraged

Oh, I realize

It's hard to take courage, in a world full of people

You can lose sight of it all

And the darkness inside you can make you feel so small

But I see your true colors shining through

I see your true colors

And that's why I love you

And because he can't let Eddie have the slightest doubt about what Steve is trying to tell him, he says it again: "That's why I love you, Eddie."

Under his palm, Eddie's heart is still beating strong and sure, faster than usual, and Steve wonders if that means he's excited or scared by Steve's words.

The look in his eyes tells Steve it's the former.

Eddie's hand settles over Steve's on Eddie's chest and he begins to tap it gently in a rhythm that Steve has become familiar with.

Tap tap pause long tap, short tap, long tap, short tap, short tap, short tap, long tap, long tap pause long tap, short tap, long tap, long tap, short tap, short tap, long tap, short tap, long tap, long tap.

"That's how my heart would beat for you if it could, Stevie, spelling the same thing over and over again."

And he repeats the rhythm again, as if it meant something. Spelling the same thing...

"Is that... Eddie, is that Morse code?"

"I keep telling you, you're a lot smarter than you think you are, sweetheart. Want to know what it says?"

Steve thinks he knows, but he wants to hear Eddie say it, so he nods.

"I," Eddie says and taps Steve's hand twice on his chest.

"Love," he adds and follows with a series of taps, long, short, long, short, short, short, long, long.

"You," he finishes and Steve's smile widens with each tap of his hand. Long, short, long, long, short, short, long, short, long, long.

Eddie has been tapping those words against his skin since the first time they made love.

"You've been telling me that all along," he marvels, his voice full of wonder and love.

Eddie finally kisses him, painfully tender. "My heart has been trying to tell you ever since you started listening to it."

And Steve thinks maybe Eddie is right, it just took him a little while to understand its language.

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hitlikehammers · 4 months

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nowhere without you

rating: t ♥️ cw: post-final battle, hurt/comfort ♥️ tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, BIG emotions, even BIGGER love, as in: soul-deep love, softness; happy endings always ♥️

for @steddielovemonth day eight: Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him

(also probably the humble love-soaked endlessly-devoted beginnings of the rockstar!husbands in je ne regrette rien)

The weirdest part is how, in the aftermath, Eddie doesn’t speak. Like, at all.

Scratch that: it’s the weirdest and the most concerning part. Eddie makes noise, mostly pained kinda moans that make Steve’s chest clench, ache more the admittedly-decently-deep wounds slowly—but reliably, like, consistently—stitching themselves together, and Steve begs him to get looked at again, because something has to be wrong to cause those kinds of sounds but Eddie doesn’t even shake his head, doesn’t really move at all save that sometimes he trembles, and it’s…

It fucking breaks Steve’s heart.

He’s almost gotten used to stroking Eddie’s hair in silence—so wrong; worthy Eddie that’s just so wrong—and working any tangles out so, much as it’s getting a limp and greasy with days of neglect, at least it’s smooth; but he’s almost resigned to this for the long haul because he’ll weather anything he has to for Eddie and they’ll work through this, whatever this is, they’ll worth through it together and—

“How did you stand you it?”

The sound is more a scratch than anything, glass on sandpaper, and it’s down to Eddie lying where he hasn’t left for the last four, going on five days—as in, not once while Steve’s been awake has he existed without Eddie’s weight situated just so against his chest, sinuous and deliberate in where he presses against, careful as a rule of Steve’s worst injuries and delicate about how he rests against Steve’s body, but not…hesitant.

More, kinda…kinda desperate.

So it’s down to him being pressed so close and sure and unwavering that Steve feels him speak more than anything, matches the motion of his lips against Steve’s gown to words rather than the wind, or something outside his door to the halls of the hospital beyond; it’s down to the tension in the whole of him, the all-too-present shaking that Steve matches the scrape of the question to a hurt that’s…that maybe Steve doesn’t wholly understand just yet, but that really and truly does cut him deeper and closer and more critical at the core of him than the Upside Down ever could have clawed in: Eddie lives in him, nothing else can really…ever hope to be deeper.

“How are you,” Eddie rolls gravel across more words, and Steve’s missed his voice so fucking much, he didn’t realize how much until it’s here again for him to hear and hold but, Jesus fuck, it’s like…it’s like it’s drowning; like Eddie is drowning and then his breath is hitching, and oh, god, that voice is cracking around the edge of a sob, watery and wavering as he damn-near close to begs:

“How did you survive it?”

Steve feels it clench in his ribs, because he thinks he…he thinks he’s putting it together. The strain, the agony in that voice, that voice he loves so fucking much, from this man he loves with everything, but then—the way Eddie presses into him. The force, and the position, and the pattern. The way he’s been quiet, unfailing, but never…never seems distant, seems the opposite: seems focused; intent. The way Dustin had come in and caught him upon the things he’d missed in one of the almost-nonexistent windows where Eddie sleeps, hand lines alongside his sternum and head curled in the most uncomfortable pretzel Steve can imagine, forehead all scrunched and eyes squeezed shut so goddamn hard, looking like any sleep he manages is nothing close to rest by any measure: but Dustin had came in and told him Eddie was the first to him; Eddie ran faster than he’d seen a person run; Eddie’d looked devastated, broken when they’d caught up, and they’d been so afraid, feared the worst, and—

Steve’s starting to fit the pieces together. Maybe.

“No,” Eddie whines, pitchy and fervent and almost ear-splitting, like a wail of sheer gut-wrenching pain that Steve can’t find the reason for in the here and now because it’s just them in a hospital room, they’re okay, and his hand presses heavy, gentle around his wounds still, always gentle and so, so careful and Steve doesn’t know what’s caused the reaction, but then—

Then he can feel his fucking heartbeat for how hard Eddie’s pressing. It’s weird, how it makes him feel…strangely alive, the sensation of it kept and held like that, specifically in Eddie’s hand. And he’s not paying attention to the monitors really, tuned them out as quick as he could but when he listens, okay. Okay, maybe faster than normal, but Steve’s fucking worried, okay, he’s—

“Fuck, no,” Eddie moans and twists his head, no, not just his head, his ear and leans harder into Steve’s chest, his breathing shallow and Steve hates it but he doesn’t know what to do, how to help, what to fix because he’ll fix it if he knows, he’ll climb out of this bed and crawl on the goddamn floors of he has to, but he doesn’t know where to go, what to find, what demon’s left to slay—

“I’m just, I’m grateful you did,” survive, Steve survived…

He survived, like, now?

“But grateful’s such a weak word, it doesn’t,” and Steve takes a breath, and reaches, rests his hand on Eddie’s wrist just to see: his heartbeat’s somuch faster, it’s like a flutter of a flutter felt strong enough to break through skin, it catches in Steve’s heart just to touch—

“You’re so much stronger than I could ever, like,” Eddie’s going on, still breathless and fuck, Steve can see why; “fucking hope to be.”

Shit, but that’s…he wasn’t stronger, fuck, Steve wasn’t stronger than Eddie, Eddie nearly got eaten alive, Steve nearly couldn’t staunch enough of the bleeding, he almost lost—

Eddie keens, horrible and hurting and Steve stills: the monitor. The thundering of his own pulse at the memory.

How did you survive it?

Losing. Almost losing. That’s…that’s what it is.

That’s why Eddie’s pressed against his chest, his his head and his hand have been a fucking frame, goddamn, like, parentheses surrounding Steve’s beating heart, proof of life, Jesus—

“But I need to be,” Eddie’s voice is quiet, but steadier, and his chin dips like a nod to himself; “I need to learn how,” he’s firm with it; “for you.”

Oh, god. Oh…oh Eddie.

“I can’t ever lose you, Steve,” Eddie presses trembling lips to Steve’s chest and then presses close again, so close and oh: he wasn’t just intent where he’s been silent so long.

He was listening.

“Never ever,” he breathes against Steve, hot and damp; almost kinda breathless again, or still: “never ever.”

“Eds,” Steve begins, not even entirely sure where he plans to go, just knows he needs to do something, say something, but Eddie’s turning Steve’s hand in his, where he’d circled Eddie’s wrist; he’s turning it and mirroring the hold, gripping Steve’s wrist in kind.

“I couldn’t find it,” he gasps, and the sound makes the sob clear before Steve feels the wetness soak through to his skin; “I couldn’t feel it at all, you were, it,” he presses his fingers in hard, squeezes so goddamn tight, and Steve can’t…he doesn’t want to imagine what Eddie had to do, what Eddie found and felt, he doesn’t but he can, because he remembers the mirror image so stark, it took him so long because he couldn’t find a pulse either, he’d had to press on Eddie’s heart at the source and even then—

“I couldn’t feel you.”

Oh. Fuck. He—

“Oh, baby,” Steve’s elevated enough at an angle that he can at least kiss Eddie’s hair, barely brush his scalp but it’s enough, for the breath that punches from Eddie against his chest it’s at least something; “that’s…”

“I won’t survive that again, Steve,” Eddie sucks in, unsteady and drenched with tears, with sorrow, but also…also more than anything else, they’re filled up with so much love.

A love big enough to hurt that hard.

“And I can’t…” Eddie gasps, breath catching; “I can’t handle not feeling it,” and his fingers tighten; his hand on Steve’s chest and his cheek across from it press down that extra little bit so Steve knows his own heartbeat in those moments full and deep.

“Have to feel it always,” Eddie whispers like he’s telling himself, and Steve, and Steve’s heart through flesh and bone, some cosmic secret no one else can know: too sacred. Too precious.

“You can feel it any time,” Steve lets his hand fall from Eddie’s to cover the hand Eddie’s got splayed ln his chest, counting time; holds him there almost protectively: “all the time,” and he slips his fingers between Eddie’s and shifts his palm close to the beating, so he can still feel what he needs as he murmurs with his heart literally in Eddie’s hands, with his entire goddamn soul:

“All of me. It’s yours.”

Unshakable fucking fact. He doesn’t even have to will it, or hope for it; his heartbeat knocks that heavier against their hands for those words like it knows.

It knows.

“Don’t leave me,” Eddie bursts out, begging; almost something primal, and Steve can feel the tremoring of his lips where they drag against him; “please. I’ll do anything, I swear it, just don’t—“

“Be you,” Steve braves the whimper that comes from untangling his hand from Eddie so that he can reach for Eddies cheek and cradle him in closer, and oh, fuck, thank god: something in him sighs out and loosens, ever so slightly—finally.

“Everything you are,” Steve presses on, runs his thumb back and forth through Eddie’s drooping curls; “let me love you, past living and dying,” and Eddie’s breath catches, for that, but Steve holds him tighter for it, drowns him as best he’s able in the proof he needs so bad; “don’t leave me,” and Eddie huffs a little for that, like it’s beyond believing, impossible, and Steve smiles to himself for it, tries to lean enough to press the grin to Eddie’s head, hopes he manages as he murmurs there close:

“That’s it, Eddie,” and he lets his fingers spread wider, cradle Eddie all the more: “that’s all I need.”

“That and more baby,” Eddie answers him between the double-beat of his pulse, immediate; “you’re the music and the rhythm,” he nuzzles a little against him, and Steve smiles a little wider for it; “you’re the reason my heart beats,” and Steve finds that heartbeat for himself at Eddie’s jaw, now; a little calmer. Not much. But: something.

It’s a start.

”I don’t have a reason without you,” Eddie exhales, vehement; “I don’t want a reason, without you.”

And Steve should maybe push on it, or be scared by it: but neither seem right, not for this.

Not for them.

Steve just holds Eddie’s pulse under the pressure of his touch, and holds Eddie’s cheek closer still into his chest as he breathes:

“You’re my whole heart, Eds,” and he lets a second pass, and then another, for that heart of Eddie’s to pump evidence unshakable against him, to play the song and rhythm straight into his waiting ear:

“Was never going anywhere without you.”

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lady-lostmind · 4 months

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Safe

Love is: The heartbeat I can feel when I hug him.

a @steddielovemonth prompt Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 222 | Rating: G

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Eddie has never been in a relationship before. Never really thought it would be for him, honestly. That he’d find someone to be his. Until Steve.

Until he felt an unfamiliar pull in his stomach every time he saw Steve smile, or made him laugh. Until he felt the zing of electricity when Steve’s hand brushed against his skin. Until he finally felt Steve’s lips press against his.

Eddie is so glad he listened to that little feeling in his gut. That he risked it all. Because it was so worth it. Because now, he has Steve. Now, he knows what it’s like to love, and be loved in return. He knows what it’s like to miss someone when they’re only gone for a few hours. To wish you could spend every moment of every day with someone.

Eddie knows what it’s like to have a person. For that person to be his home. He knows what it’s like to feel unsettled until he pulls them in close enough to feel their heartbeat against his chest. For that to be the only thing he really needs at the end of the day. The way it floods him with the feeling of being safe. A feeling he’s craved since he was a little boy. All wrapped up in one perfect package.

Steve Harrington.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddielovemonth #day 8 #love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him.#lady lostmind

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simon riley x fem!reader

Imagine holding Simon when he cries.

Simon Riley is an incredibly strong man, an absolute force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. Since joining the SAS in 2001, he has created a name for himself. A military legend—seemingly more ghost-like than flesh and blood. But that is the farthest from the truth, isn’t it? Cause, at the end of the day, he is still human. You’re his girl, the love of his life. His true love—his only love.

You are a source of comfort he somehow found in this shitty, cold world. The home he never had the privilege of experiencing; your arms have provided him with everything he was denied during boyhood.

So imagine your Simon arriving home one evening—dead silent—merely shuffling his way to where you’re seated comfortably on the living room couch. His duffle bag drops near his leather recliner before the balaclava is tossed to the side. On his face is a certain heaviness, a sadness twisted in his handsome features; his blue eyes are not as bright as they usually are.

You swallow. Did something happen during the mission?

“What is wrong, baby?” You coo, stretching your arms out wide to welcome him in.

Without another thought, Simon tucks himself into your embrace, with his head resting gently on your chest. Against your breast, he can hear your heartbeat thundering away in your chest, moving in a rhythm that matches his. He reckons he is the luckiest bastard in the world, to find a soulmate who compliments him in every aspect of life.

He lets out a small sigh, squeezing his eyes shut, feeling his throat closing up as tears begin to well up. His bottom lip trembles before he bites down on it.

“Simon,” you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “What happened, my love?”

Another tear, followed by three more. A tiny, shaky exhale. Simon remains utterly still for a moment, not saying anything, until…“It’s my father’s birthday today.” His voice is quiet, breathless, unbelievably thick with sheer sadness.

Your face falls at that. “Oh, Simon.” A sad smile pulls at your lips while you hug him closer, peppering more kisses up and down his hairline, pausing to brush back soft, blonde strands. You say nothing more as he continues to weep in your arms, entire body racking with choked-up sobs and uneven breathing.

“I loved him,” Simon rasps out, pulling his face up from your neck. Both his cheeks and nose are a cherry-red, with baby-blue eyes bloodshot and puffy, lined with fresh tears. For a moment, he wasn’t the Simon Riley you fell in love with, but the Simon Riley who was five-years-old—all scrawny, little legged and freshly bruised, hiding behind the bookcase in his parents’ bedroom.

“Loved him so bloody much.”

You don’t know what to say. What can you even say? Nothing can heal those wounds, cut so deep in his heart and soul that any slight movement reopens them. “I know you did.” You kiss his nose, minding the mess of tears and snot.

His fists slowly tighten, knuckles whitening as all the memories of his father begin to flood through him; they all carry an agonizing sensation, the kind that is too fuckin' painful to discuss aloud, yet too damn gut-wrenching to keep bottled up inside.

“Do ya…” he hiccups, clearing his throat. “Do ya think…in another life…?”

In another life. You think for a moment, carding your fingers softly through his hair. “Maybe, my love…”

Simon nods. “Maybe,” he croaks out, keeping his arms tight around you. There, on the couch, you continue to hold him, letting his torrent of tears soak your shirt; time and time again, your fingers run through his hair in some silent attempt to ease the little boy wailing inside.

“It’s okay, baby.”

You kiss his temple.

“You’re alright. Let it out, baby.”

He’ll be alright tomorrow. You know it. In the morning, he’ll be barefoot and content in the kitchen, baking his mother’s special recipe of blueberry and pineapple pancakes—a cup of milk, one egg, blueberries, pineapple, and, of course, the batter—all while waiting for your arms to circle around his chest.

But for right now, he is five years old, finally being embraced in arms so warm and loving and protective—so unbelievably perfect. The feeling incites more tears.

"Thank you, baby," he mumbles, gently kissing your collarbone; it's a kiss so rich with love, appreciation, and adoration that it stirs up butterflies in your tummy. "For everything."

For everything. Oh, you silly boy. "Simon." You smile down at him, gently caressing his cheek. "For you, my love? I'd do anything."

note: a little drabble for my "let simon riley cry 2024" campaign. thanks!

#vic writes 🧸#call of duty #cod mw #cod ghost #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x fem!reader #ghost x reader #ghost x fem!reader

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fairy-hub · 4 months

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𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐧’, 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧’ 𝐧’ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: high!reader, satosugu au, cocksucking/face-fucking/pussy-eating, double pentration (same hole/no anal), heavy heavy praise/teasing, confessions, heavy overstimulation, mindbreak, squirting, dacryphilia, begging, creampie, satoru sucks on the mix of cum that suguru scoops out of your cunt, cervix fucking, letting wine trickle into your mouth with a kiss/licking wine off of you, first time with the reader, size kink, satosugu in an established relationship (they had talked about their feelings with each other for you previously/Satoru has talked to you and set something up for suguru’s b-day), bdsm sex room, bondage (with long silk ribbon instead of rope), suguru is blindfolded temporarily, biting, spanking

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞! 3.1k/11 minutes

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: HI PRETTY;!! today marks geto suguru's birthday iirc (3rd of February), so could this nonnie pretty please with a cherry ontop request something, anything that involves his birthday!! :3 bonus points if Satoru's being a tease to him all the way through ♡♡ can be smutty or fluffy according to your own fantasies, author!

Oreo: thank you anon for reminding me about his b day it straight slipped my mind! 🫶🏽

Satoru leads Suguru towards you, long blue ribbons wrap around your chest, and waist, binding your arms behind your back. Your legs are free, unable to touch the floor. A small bullet vibrator is pulsing on your soft, sensitive clit. Your cunt is dripping wet, your body is trembling, and you can't stop moaning.

Satoru reminds you, “Don't speak gorgeous you’ll ruin it.” Suguru’s cheek, stopping Suguru close to your bound body. Satoru glides two long, thick fingers in with a loud squelch. “You can moan all you want sweetheart.” Satoru pumps his fingers faster, stroking your sweet spot.

Satoru lets go of Suguru, leaving him standing with a blindfold on and his hard cock hanging. There is a thick white pre-cum beading up on the tip of his cock. He remarks, “She sounds sexy, looks like we don't have to gag this one.”

“I had a feeling you’ll like how she’s sounds. Best birthday gift we’ve given in years.”

“We?”

“You'll see.”

Satoru admires your soft cunt stretching for his thick fingers. “I wanna be able to hear you when I close my eyes and touch myself.” Satoru glides his fingers out, smearing your slick on Suguru’s lips.

Suguru takes Satoru’s fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking with a loud groan. Till Satoru glides them out. “She tastes so good, I want more, lemme eat her out.” He reaches for the blindfold when Satoru gently grabs his wrist.

Satoru spits twice into his palm smearing it cover Suguru. Lowering Suguru’s hand as he drops his head back, softly sighing. “Fuck, love your hand is so damn soft.” Satoru lets him go, and closing the small space. Grinding his hips rubbing their cocks together.

Satoru looks down at the soft smile of lustful bliss on Suguru’s lips. “I'll let you take this off if you let me give you something first. It’s your birthday.” He slips Suguru’s blindfold off, tossing it aside.

Satoru steps aside to let Suguru see you. “We indeed, princess your trembling, how many times have you cummed?” Satoru hugs Satoru from behind with one arm. Grabbing Suguru’s thick, heavy cock, slowly gliding his fingers over his head, smearing Suguru’s thick pre-cum.

You moan, “Lost count! It feels good! I want more! Want something to split my cunt open.” The veins in Suguru’s cock pulse with his heartbeat racing.

Satoru pumps his swirling fist faster. “Helped her get high as fuck before tying her up. Left her with a vibrator on her clit, which is why she left the party a little early and why I spent so long in the bathroom.” He kisses Suguru’s shoulder, then bites.

Suguru moans, grinding his ass into Satoru’s cock. “Both of you will be forgiven if you let me do what I want.” Satoru grabs Suguru’s hair and tugs.

He protests, “But it’s your birthday!” Satoru slowly swipes his thumb over Suguru’s head. “Lemme suck you off, you can watch her cum, that vibrator is not going anywhere.” Satoru gets on his knees in front of Suguru, looking up at him, holding his cock up. His head close to Satoru’s lips.

“You look beautiful staring up at me like that.” Suguru grabs Satoru’s hair. “How’s about you suck my cock in between me stuffing it in her cunt?” He nudges Satoru’s lips then glides his cock deep into Satoru’s soft, warm wet mouth.

You can't string the words together, “Nnn fuck! Gonna! Nn! It feels!” Your soft cunt is squirting thick clear cum, writhing in the blue ribbon, your thighs trembling, your loud moans feeling the room.

You whine, “Too much! Wanna cum! Too muuuch!" Thick tears trickle down your face, and your cunt is dripping, adding to the puddle.

Satoru grabs Suguru’s thighs, digging his nails in. Suguru lets up, gliding his cock out and giving Satoru a moment to breathe.

Suguru remarks, “Our beautiful princess is obliterated n’ so fuckin’ wet. It’s been two hours! You’re so mean to her but fuck this is the best birthday gift y'all could have given me.” Suguru holds Satoru’s head still, his thick cock in Satoru’s throat, his nose touching Suguru’s short dark hair.

Slowly Suguru glides his cock out of Satoru’s mouth. Spit drips down Satoru’s chin, tears trickling down his face. “Crying from choking on my cock this easily? You’re such a pretty mess.” He smacks Satoru’s cheek with his heavy cock.

Satoru grabs his cock and trails soft kisses along him. He looks up at him with bright blue eyes. “Says the one getting off on it. Isn't that right daddy? You always like makin' me cry, make me beg to cum while my cock is drooling pre-cum.” Satoru quickly glides Suguru into his throat, gagging.

Suguru groans, tightening his grasp on Satoru’s hair. Keeping Satoru’s head still Suguru decides, “You less annoying with my dick in your throat.”

You cry, “Fuck!” The toy on your clit is becoming too much. You rub your thighs together; do nothing to move the vibrator off your clit. “Please! Please! Please!” Suguru glides his cock out of Satoru’s throat and steps around him. Leaving him on his knees trying to steady his breath.

Suguru turns off the toy, giving you instant relief and frustration. “Wanna be touched. Please! Wanna cum! But I'm tired of the toy!” Suguru gently takes the tape off, and you tense up, wincing from the soft stinging.

He tosses the toy onto the nearby bed. Then looks down at you, the admiration in his eyes has you feeling beautiful and desirable. “Poor sweet, beautiful mama. he gave you a lot didn't he, left you tied up in our sex room and made me think you left early.” He kisses your sensitive, puffy clit. You can feel your pulse in your clit. Going from the intense stimulation to no at all is unbearable.

Suguru grabs your thigh, holding it up, gliding one thick, long finger into you, softly pressing his thumb on your throbbing clit. You tense up, the pleasure is boarding on pain. He croons, “So sore and sensitive, the sudden lack of stimulation must be unbearable." He keeps his finger and thumb still.

You moan, "It is! Your hand feels wonderful, I love it when you touch me." His hands are slightly rougher and bigger than Satoru's.

Suguru wonders, "Are you sure you want more? I can take you down, clean you up, cuddle you close. keep my hand on your cunt. We can possibly let Satoru cuddle us." Satoru turns around on his knees and grabs Suguru’s hips then bites his ass.

Suguru jolts, his knees momentarily buckling before regaining the strength. He reaches back and grabs Satoru’s hair, “Damn brat.” He pulls Satoru off of his ass, pulling him up to his side. Causing Satoru to quickly move on his knees.

Suguru glares at Satoru who proudly smiles up at him. He wraps his hand around Suguru's cock slowly pumping his fist. "Do you want Suguru's fat cock in you?" Suguru lets go of Satoru's hair.

Satoru leans in and licks your dripping wet hole. You groan, "Fuck me please do what you want." You wrap your leg around Suguru's waist pulling him closer. Suguru stops you from closing the space completely. Gliding in another finger stretching you out.

Satoru pulls away, then sucks on Suguru's balls. Suguru groans, "He's such a fuckin' whore, now he can bother you more and me a little less. Welcome to the gojo problem."

Satoru pulls away from Suguru's balls and exclaims, "Hey I'm a delight."

"Sometimes."

"Occasionally a menace but you're our menace. It can be charming."

Suguru kisses your forehead then warns, "You're encouraging him."

Satoru stands up and wraps his arms around Suguru’s waist. Resting his head on Suguru’s broad shoulder. "She's right, you love it about me." Suguru's hips lightly buck when Satoru traces along his v-line.

Satoru insists to you, "Tell him sweetheart."

You wonder, “Like this?! Why not after?”

"Why not now?"

Suguru softly cups face. “You’re incredible mama, the color of your nipples, your soft clit, your wet lips.” He leans in, “Tell me princess.”

Your body flushes with a different type of heat. You look away from Suguru's intense gaze, “It’s stupid!” Tilting your head back groaning when Suguru's fingers graze that sweet spot that consumes you with sweet pleasure.

Satoru croons, “Aw you're sexy getting embarrassed while tied up."

Suguru pumps his fingers faster, lightly swiping your clit with his thumb. He gently kisses your cheek, urging you, "Close your eyes and say it beautiful."

You close your eyes and blurt out, “I'm not dating either of you so how can I be in love with you?" Suguru softly kisses you, gliding another finger in. Stretching out and loosening your soft cunt with his thick fingers. Your soft cunt squelches as he fucks three thick fingers into you.

Satoru pulls away from Suguru, moving behind you. Softly squeezes your ass before slapping both cheeks twice. He brings up, "It’s not like you don't already live here, it’s not like we message you good morning and goodnight when you do stay at your place.” He softly plays with your nipples, lightly squeezing, pulling, and massaging between two fingers.

Suguru adds, “Taking you on our dates, putting you in the middle. It chases off anyone that wants to flirt with you, we’ve been so damn obvious." He flicks, pinches, and twists your soft nipples.

You cry into Suguru's sweet, soft kiss. Suguru focuses on your sweet spot. Your soft cunt clenches his thick fingers. You're so close, getting off on the sweet pain as much as the overwhelming pleasure.

Satoru eases up, taunting you, "Aw how badly did that hurt?" He softly massages your aching nipples. Pressing his hard cock against your back, slowly rutting his hips. His pre-cum is smearing on your back, soaking into the silk wrapping around your waist.

Suguru glides his fingers out, smearing your slick on his thick cock. Then lines himself up with your soft cunt, lightly nudging his thick cockhead into you. "Fuck your soft cunt looks so beautiful love seeing the way she stretches to take my fat cock."

You moan and tug Suguru forward with your thigh gliding more of his cock into you. Suguru bottoms out and grinds his cock on your cunt, your soft cunt rubbing the soft ridge of his cockhead.

You whine, "Please!" Suguru slowly sinks his cock into you. Watching every inch glide inside your soft lips rubbing his cock. Satoru gets on his knees, groaning as he licks your hole stretching around Suguru's cock.

He kisses Suguru's balls and bites his thighs. Causing Suguru to roughly thrust in you. You whine, "Nnn fuuuck me." Suguru slowly fucks your squelching, warm cunt. His balls hit Satoru's face as he loudly groans. His warm tongue is soft on your cunt and Suguru's cock.

Suguru softly wraps his hand around your throat. "I thought we were too obvious. We haven't gone a single day without seeing you in the past year that we have met you." Satoru bites your ass, slapping your other cheek.

You cry and try to twist your hips away from Satoru. Who moves out from underneath you when he lets go. He grabs your hips and fucks you on Suguru's cock, making you meet Suguru's slow hard thrust faster.

You sheepishly moan, “I thought! Nnn I thought! Both of you were being really friendly.” Satoru rolls his eyes, letting you go and stepping away. His attention shifts to the wine in a bucket of ice.

Suguru lets your throat go, letting him grab your hips. Keeping his rough, hard pace steady. His face looks so beautiful when he is chasing his own pleasure with your cunt.

His soft brown eyes are fiery with an intense passion. His cheek flushing a soft pink, his mouth forming an o.

Satoru rolls his eyes, “Suguru might look sweet, but he is an asshole look at him! He barely tolerates anyone." He pops the wooden top off making Suguru and you jump.

Suguru with his cock in you snaps at Satoru, “I don't want to hear it from the sadistic dick that left her drugged and tied up with a vibrator.” He flips Satoru off who comes over, pouring some of the wine onto your tits soaking you.

Satoru defenses himself with, “I checked up on her when I was going to the bathroom.” He takes a swing then grabs your hair, yanking your head back and kissing you roughly. You part your lips and cool wine trickles in, forcing you to roughly swallow.

Suguru dips his head and licks the wine dripping down your chest. Slowly rolling his hips gliding his cock into you. Satoru pulls away and walks behind you, keeping his grasp on your hair firm.

He tilts the bottle pouring wine. You have to close your eyes and open your mouth Some of it trickles down your chin and neck. Suguru licks it up, wrapping his muscular arm around your waist.

The wine run dry, Satoru slaps your ass and lets your hair go. He walks away with the bottle setting it down on the closest surface.

Suguru groans “You’re so fucking wet, so soft n’ warm, love feeling your soft cunt squeezing my hard cock.” Fucking his thick, veiny cocky into you harder, faster, groaning when your cunt clenched him.

You loudly cry, “Daddy! Harder! Please! Fuck! Right there! Please wanna cum, please.” Suguru cock head is stroke that sweet spot. The pleasure is overwhelming, sweet and addicting making it hard to think.

Satoru comes back cock in hand waiting for Suguru to slow down and move his arm so he can line himself up.

You whine when Suguru stops and Satoru croons, “Don't worry your daddies are gonna help you cum, fill you full of cum, then cuddle you close after we clean you up.” Suguru bites your neck causing you to cry.

Satoru groans gliding his thinner but longer cock in, touching your cervix. The gentle burning ache fades with each of their unevenly thrusts, become toe curling pleasure, you’re so full of their thick, warm cocks.

Their cocks are rubbing together inside of you. Fondling your soft body with their large hands unable to get enough of how you feel. The sweet high makes your pleasure mind-numbing, body-tingling and intense.

It’s like you can't stop cumming. Your cunt is squelching, quivering and dripping wet.

Suguru groans, “You’re our’s! Need to hear you say it princess.” He slips his hand in between swiping your clit with his thumb, watching your cunt. “It’s so fucking sexy that your soft cunt can take both of us. Nnn Satoru’s is longer so my head keeps rubbing right beneath his.”

Satoru moans "It’s pushing me against her cervix, it’s like I might slip through, get deep in her guts.” Fucking you harder, you tense up, your toes curling jaw crying and eyes burning with tears from the sweet pain.

Satoru insists, “Tell our Daddy what he wants to hear, make this the best birthday we could give him." But the words are barely registering with you.

Fat tears trickle down your face. You cry, "Mine! Fuck! Miiiinnnnn! Daddy! Wanna!!”

Satoru breathy chuckle becomes a loud groan. He smirks at Suguru, "Hear that we are her new boyfriends and eventual baby daddies. I wonder if our cum mixes together in her does the dna-" Suguru chokes Satoru, who grabs your other thigh keeping it up, helping them bully your soft cunt with their cocks.

“I love you but shut up.” He pulls him in for a kiss. Your smaller body in between their large, hard muscular chest. You bite Suguru's thick pec as they make out over your head. He groans into Satoru's mouth.

Suguru's veins pulse warm thick cum spurts from his thick cock. He tightens his grasp on your thigh and you let his pec go. Satoru and Suguru break away, Suguru whines, biting his trembling body lip, his big muscular body quivering.

Suguru whines, "Fuck it's too much!" He goes to pull out when Satoru lets your thigh go. You wrap your leg around his waist. Satoru grabs a handful of Suguru's hair.

Satoru slips his hands between squeezing one of Suguru's tits along with pinching your nipple. "Don't pull out yet, wanna keep feeling rubbing our cocks together inside her soft warm soaking wet cunt." He looks down at your face, taking in your cock drunk expression as you rest your head on his chest.

"I can't believe you're our's to hold close, to fuck, to kiss, to say I fuckin' love you too." Satoru leans down for a soft kiss, contrasting his sloppy, rough pace. Suguru's legs are becoming wobbly, the pleasure becoming too much for him.

Suguru hunches over and bites your neck. Grabbing your hip, his thick fingers sinking into your soft hip's crease. He's trying to manage how good it feels to have your soft cunt squeezing him against Satoru's hard cock.

Suguru begs, "Fuck please cum Satoru." Satoru lets your sore nipple go, pulling Suguru in close crushing you with Suguru's chest.

He demands, "Wanna hear you both call me daddy."

"Please cum daddy!" Overlaps with,

"Wanna feel you cum daddy!" Satoru cum is thicker, tricking out of his cock when he's only half in you. He roughly stuff his cock in deeper, grinding his hips, rubbing his cockhead against your cervix. Pushing his cum in deeper with Suguru's.

"Happy birthday handsome." Suguru quickly bottoms out and stumbles over to the nearby bed where he collapses. Suguru stares up at the ceiling mirror, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

You slur, "Appybirrday!" Suguru dryly chuckles, sitting up slowly. Admiring your tired, tied up the body with Satoru's cock in your soft cunt.

He softly smiles. "Both of you are beautiful." He stands up as Satoru slowly pulls his cock out. Together they carefully untie you, softly scattering kisses on your thighs, stomach, tits, ass, and cunt.

Satoru cradles your soft body to his chest, he kisses your forehead. Suguru kisses your cheek, "Let's get clean and fall asleep cuddling. I want her soft cheeks on my cock while I fall asleep." Suguru dips his thick fingers into your soft cunt scooping out a mix of cum which he stuffs into Satoru’s mouth.

He groans “Fuck that tastes so good.” Following Suguru to the bedroom. Where Suguru gets the shower started and Satoru sets you down on the toilet to use it.

When you try to stand your legs quickly give before you can even fully make get on your feet. Satoru grabs his hips, and croons, "Aw can't walk princess?" He bends over, holding his finger up next to his face. "Whose help do you need?" He softly taps the tip of your nose.

"Please carry me around and help me get cleaned up."

Satoru wiggles his finger, "No I wanna hear you say we are yours again." Suguru nudges him to the side and picks you up.

He insists to Satoru, "Stop holding her hostage." He sticks his bottom lip out in a pout. Following Suguru and You into the large shower. Where Suguru holds you to him underneath the warm shower.

Satoru wraps his arm around both of you. He whines, "You're no fun! I just wanna tease our princess a little."

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hysteria-things · 3 months

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HEYY I LOVE YOUR STORIES COULD YOU MAYBE DO ONE FOR CHRIS OR MATT WHERE HE MEETS A GIRL ON TOUR WHEN SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AND TELLS HER TO MEET HIM IN THE TOURBUS THEN YKK

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ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the versus tour takes place in your hometown! while doing autographs, you seem catch the matt sturniolo’s eye.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, choking if you squint, making out, oral (male and female receiving), dry humping (?), face fucking, spanking, p in v, overstimulation, dumbification, marking, some degradation/praising, hair pulling, squirting, cream pie, ROUGHH

ASSUME YOU’RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,427

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i added this to my welcome post but i’m going to say it here too. my requests are now CLOSED because i’ve been getting overwhelmed and i want to get them done LOL but my inbox is still open so feel free to chat with me :)

idk when i’ll open them again, but they will be eventually!

the moment you’ve been waiting for for months has finally arrived. you and your best friend hannah were lucky enough to get tickets to the sturniolo triplets tour in your hometown.

currently, the small talk line moves slowly but surely. your friend is decked out in purple for nick while you’re wearing blue for matt.

“we’re next!” hannah gushes, clapping her hands in excitement. she pushes you ahead of her. “i’m scared. you go first.”

you roll your eyes playfully. honestly, you’re not nervous to meet your favorites. you feel chill, which is the opposite of what you thought you’d be like.

matt greets you by hugging you tight and smiling. “how are you?” he asks, taking his card and signing it.

“i’m doing good.” you return his smile. “you liking the tour so far?”

he nods, eyeing you up and down. he feels something different about you. this doesn’t feel like any other small talk.

“i love it.”

the security man motions for you to go on ahead. of course, you listen and start to grab your items, but matt stops you. “do you have a boyfriend?”

see, if this were any other person you’d be weirded out by this question; but because it’s matthew sturniolo, you answer.

“nope.”

he licks his lips, taking the card that he signed and flipping it over to write something.

the scary security is getting angry and impatient with you, so you can only read what he wrote as you walk away. your eyeballs almost burst out of your skull.

i want to see you after the show.

now, you and hannah are standing in the red carpet line before the show actually starts.

you guys talk until it’s your turn, the both of you going since you want a group picture. first is chris, then nick, and lastly matt. he hugs you longer than the other two.

a chill runs down your spine when his voice tickles against your ear. “i’ll meet you outside later, right?”

he pulls away, getting ready to pose for the picture, but you nod for an answer.

“that was so much fun!” hannah screeches as you guys walk to the parking lot.

you agree, before stopping. “i need to go back and use the restroom. do you mind taking my stuff with you to my car?”

she grins, grabbing your stuff. “sure thing.”

you speed walk back to the venue, fewer and fewer people flooding the area as you wait.

a door opens moments later, sounding like the backstage door, and you turn to the source.

you blush, your cheeks heating up more and more the closer he gets with that damn smile on his face.

pinch me this can’t be real.

“hi,” he says lowly.

“hi,” you repeat back.

he looks at his watch. “they’re yapping away in there so we should have some time.”

you’re not sure what that means but again: since it’s matthew fucking sturniolo… you’ll listen without a doubt.

your heartbeat pumps rapidly in your chest when he sneaks you into the tour bus.

you kind of feel bad for leaving hannah behind… but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

the bus looks way bigger on the outside than the inside, and you’re still trying hard to wrap your head around that you’re with matthew. fucking. sturniolo.

he admires the way you take it all in with his hands shoved into his pockets. he’s sure you’re thinking about so many things right now, but the only thing he can think of is how badly he wants to fuck you.

thinking about a fan that way is insane, but he just finds you so much different than any other fan girl. you’re confident, kind, and gorgeous.

you finish observing the tour bus and smile wide at him. “it’s very cool in here.”

“yeah.” he chuckles. “the beds are a tight squeeze though.”

you giggle, and he steps closer. your mind runs a million miles a minute with each step he takes. “do you trust me?” he questions, now inches away from you.

you raise a brow suspiciously. “should i not?”

he smirks, shaking his head. “i’m just checking.” he places his hands on your hips gently, running them up and down.

leaning towards your ear, he whispers. “be good for me, yeah?”

your legs subconsciously squeeze together, and he cups your cheeks with his palms. he leans in slowly. he hesitates when his lips ghost yours to see if you’d protest, but because you don’t, he kisses you.

his tongue licks your lips to indicate that he wants you to open, but you don’t. you feel the coldness of his rings on the side of your neck before he squeezes. when you gasp at the sudden contact, that’s his sign for his tongue to enter your mouth. “you promised you’d be good.” he says between the kiss.

you smirk. “i didn’t promise anything.”

he snarls, leaning back in. the make-out goes on for at least thirty seconds before he pulls away, the lipstick you had on now smeared on both of your mouths.

your eyes have a mind of their own and look down, seeing his rock-hard erection as clear as day through his jeans. “get on your knees.”

your eyebrows shoot to your hairline at the sudden tone change, but you obey either way.

he wastes no time to unbuckle his belt to pull down his jeans, his dick springing out right in front of you. the tip is red and leaking pre-cum. you open your mouth wide without him having to tell you, and he smirks.

leaning in, he grabs your hair and stops you. “no.” he says.

instead, he slaps the head on your tongue before pushing in slowly. it’s like you can feel every vein enter your mouth, gagging in the process when he’s deep in your throat. “holy shit.” he breathes, seeing how much of him you took.

it’s not all of it, but it’s more than he thought. you give him puppy dog eyes through your lashes, despite them being glossy.

he starts to thrust into your mouth, jaw slack as he watches his dick run past your lips in one swift motion. the grip on your head stays tight, him hunching over slightly to get deeper.

you moan at the shape protruding in your throat, the gagging and sloppy wet noises making you turned on even more. “fuck i’ve been wanting to do this since you opened that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” he pants, moving at an ungodly speed that makes it hard for you to breath. “do you just let random guys use this mouth? sure seems that way.”

you moan again, lifting yourself off of the ground the tiniest bit so you can feel the top of his shoe on your swollen clit.

whimpering at the feeling, you start to grind yourself on it while he still fucks your mouth. your arms wrap around his leg, humping faster like a bitch in heat.

“that’s a little pathetic.” he laughs hoarsely, groaning when his dick twitches. “so, so needy for me.”

you let out a pained sob because along with your throat, the feeling of you grinding also hurts. it would be best if you had something way more than his shoe.

“s-shit.” he whimpers, pulling out to where only the tip is in your mouth, making sure you get all of his cum on your tastebuds. he smears the rest on your lips.

matt lifts you from the ground, bending you over the small table that they have. he grabs your ass before giving it a light spank.

it’s his turn to kneel now, simultaneously taking off your leggings. he bites your ass before sliding your panties over. you feel his breath against your aching core. “jesus christ.” he mumbles. “you’re dripping down your legs already. aren’t you just an eager thing?”

he spreads your folds with his thumbs, blowing cool air on them that makes you jolt. you’re too sensitive for that.

then, your phone starts to ring right next to you. it’s hannah.

shit.

you cannot not answer, because if you don’t she’ll think something is wrong. you swipe, putting the phone on speaker. “hell— oh.”

matt immediately digs into you, eating you out like he hasn’t eaten ever in his life.

“where the hell are you? i’ve been waiting by your car for like thirty minutes. using the bathroom shouldn’t take this long, y/n.”

the man below you squeezes your thighs, spreading yourself wider to practically be nose-deep inside of you. your eyes roll back hard, mouth hanging open with silent moans leaving it. “hello?”

“h-hannah i’m sorry i’ll— mm— be out s-soon. i’m sorry.”

“are you okay?” she questions.

with that, matt starts sucking at your bud, causing your legs to shake. you grip the table as hard as you can, your upper body giving out and laying flat on the surface in front of you.

“yes i’m fine!” you say, trying to reach for his head and push him away, but that only makes him grab onto you harder.

he’s fascinated by the way you taste it’s almost hypnotizing. your arousal drips down his chin, and the way he’s sucking has your orgasm wash over you without warning. “i’m cumming.” you whine, and you feel the smug smile on his face.

“oh, so you’re coming? thank god because it’s a little chilly out here,” hannah replies.

“fuck yes.” you moan but cover it by clearing your throat. “i mean, yes. i will be coming in a-a bit.”

she sighs through the phone. “okay.”

you quickly hang up without saying goodbye, holding on for dear life since your release knocked your legs out.

he holds you, getting up and wiping your cum off of his face. “you’re a bit of a bad girl, aren’t you?”

spank.

“leaving your friend out there all alone.”

spank.

“so that you can fuck me.”

spank.

“like a slut.”

spank.

you wince every time he hits you, the stinging tingling on your ass. he grabs your hips and arches you more.

he moves his tip up and down at your entrance teasingly, getting wetter by the second. “matt, please.” you whine, your pussy desperate for his cock. “please fuck me.”

he stops, waiting for a beat before pushing into you like it’s no big deal. he’s big for sure, but because of your wetness, he slides in perfectly. the both of you moan, and matt stares at where you conjoined. “your pussy’s fucking amazing.” he groans. “by far the best i’ve ever had.”

you start to bounce back on him since he’s taking his sweet ass time, but out of nowhere starts pounding into you.

whatever they have on the table starts to either fall or rattle from him railing into you. he takes your hands and pins them behind your back. “harder.” you wince out, and he whistles.

“you have no idea what you just asked for.” he says, doing the opposite and slowing down. “you won’t be able to speak, baby.”

baby. you moan at the nickname.

you’re way past the point of ‘omg i’m hanging out with matt sturniolo!’

you try bouncing your ass back again, but this time he smacks it and spreads your legs wider to plow into you deeper. “so impatient.” he sighs.

all you can do is scream and gasp for air with each thrust, hands balled up into fists.

your mind becomes blank once your eyes cross, your mouth hung open with your chin resting on the table. he hits just the right spot each time, squeezing around him.

“i— i—” you try to warn that you’re close, but your mind won’t let you.

he wasn’t kidding about the won’t be able to speak part.

“you can do it,” he says, knowing damn well you can’t.

your body becomes limp like a rag doll, matt having completely corrupted you.

he tuts fake pouting. “look who’s cock drunk. be a good girl and cum for me. you deserve it.”

blabbing a response, you squirt before cumming harder than before. usually, you’d be embarrassed, but you’re too far gone to care.

“that’s so hot.” he grunts, fucking you through your orgasm. “come on, baby. one more.”

“i can’t.” you sob, his hand letting go of yours before wrapping your hair not once but twice to lift your body to his.

“you can and you will,” he says, your third orgasm already building up in less than two minutes.

tears run down your face, eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. there’s no way the human body can have this much pleasure and be okay.

matt kisses your neck, sucking a big mark when he finds the sweet spot. “i know you’re close already.” he says, his cum starting to leak into you deep.

you can’t stop your body from spasming, letting out one last sob before you cum again.

he pulls out, laying down on top of you and rubbing around your body soothingly to calm you down from your heavy breathing.

he covers your full cunt with your underwear so his cum doesn’t ooze out. he kisses your clothed pussy, and you flinch from the sensitivity. “making sure it’s in there.” he smirks.

after a few minutes, he helps you sit on the table to put your undergarments back on. your eyes are half closed from the post-sex haze.

matt grabs you water and a bag of chips before giving you one last hug. you guys talk for a little before he makes sure the coast is clear for you to get out without being seen.

you’re limping like crazy back to your car, seeing hannah impatiently tap her foot while leaning against the door.

once she sees you, she comes storming over. “you’re so lucky you’re my best friend or i would kill you.” she threatens. “i’ve been standing here for an hour.”

“i’m sorry.” you rasp out.

she studies your face, and it looks like you quite literally saw god. “oh my god, are you sure you are alright? you look like you got jumped.”

“it’s the after-show feeling.” you lie. “i’m exhausted. let’s go.”

she doesn’t question anymore, not even the random snacks and water you have. you start the car and place the stuff matt gave you down until you see there’s a post-it note attached to the bag of sour cream and onion.

to my favorite fan,

xxx-xxx-xxxx

text me when you get the chance, gorgeous

- matt :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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pupkashi · 14 days

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jjk 260 spoilers !!

my lover is back of course i had to write something even though im tispsy !

gojo can’t help but shoot you a cocky smile as he finds your eyes in the crowd of sorcerers, he walks pasts everyone cheering and hugging yuji, b-lining towards you.

“what, you really think I’d lost?” there’s a shit eating smirk on his face, one that softens into a love struck smile as tears form in your eyes when you hand touches his chest. his chest is firm and warm under your touch, it makes you grip the fabric of his beaten up black shirt and pull him towards you, wrapping your arms against him and squeezing as hard as you can.

“sweetheart?” he gasps, ignoring the shooting pain he feels in his sides from the injuries he’d acquired since rejoining the battle. you listen for his heartbeat, breathing a sigh of relief when you hear the rhythmic thumping against you ear.

the bottom of his shirt is torn to shreds, a jagged scar running across his entire midline is proof of shoko’s skills and satoru’s resilience. his pretty blue eyes shining down on you once more, dimples making you fall in love again.

“i love you” is all you manage to get out, too choked up and frazzled with emotions to say anything than the three words that you mean most. you don’t loosen your grip on your lover.

it’s a comfort to him as much as it was to you, especially as his arms are engulfing you, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheeks, kissing away your tears and reassuring you he was okay.

that night satoru lays wrapped in your arms, the little spoon after so many times having been the big spoon. every one of his scars is covered with kisses from you, soft ‘i love you’s and tender touches are all his mind is full of.

satoru is back in your arms. instead of nudging him to stop snoring you smile, embracing his twitches and the tickling of his soft snowy hair against your face and neck. you hug him a little tighter, letting him stir to get more comfortable, even if it means leaving you a sliver of space on your shared king bed.

for tonight, you won’t complain and make him scoot over, inevitably ending up in the same situation mere hours later. for tonight, you hold him close, you dry your tears and appreciate what is, not what could’ve been. you kiss your lover as he sleeps.

“don’t ever leave me again, angel boy” you whisper, squeezing a bit and finally closing your eyes, lulled to sleep by satoru’s rhythmic breathing.

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luveline · 1 month

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hi my lovely!! maybe bombshell!reader and spencer struggling to adjust to daily life after his prison stint? maybe he feels suffocated and an argument ensues?? i feel like it would be difficult to just get back to normal after everything that happened !! love you <33

love you!!! fem!reader

“You’ve always had terrible posture.”

“What?” Spencer asks.

You wrap your arms around him from behind. You’re more gentle than anyone he’s ever met, though you're teasing, whispering in his ear, “You sit forward so far you must get knots.”

He’s immediately tense. You take little notice, your nose in his hair, your hand riding up toward his neck, which you spoil with soft touching. He tries to relax. It's all he wanted only a week ago, to have you holding him, to smell your perfume, the stick of your hand lotion or the traces of mint in your lip oil as you kiss the skin just behind his ear. But now it feels like too much. You’re never too much, not for him, and yet.

“Ready?” you ask, bracing your hands against his chest.

You pull him back until he hears a solid click emanating from the mid of his spine, and you laugh quite nicely in his ear. You’re his showful girl, but you’ve taken care since he came back to be careful. This is the cheekiest you’ve acted. His ears are ringing as your fingertips draw a path down his chest. This is a proper hug. His chest compresses tightly, he can’t draw breath.

“Love you,” you say, kissing his cheek. You show no signs of detaching. “You smell really good. Maybe we can get some Indian takeout tonight and just stay all comfy and stuff…”

He can’t answer. He wishes you’d stop touching him. It’s an unfair wish.

“Does that sound okay?” you ask.

He nods, hoping you’ll get off of him once you know the answer. When you stay, he shifts his shoulder and forces out a tight, “Yeah, that’s good.”

“I love you.”

He loves you so much it hurts to say. “I love you too.”

“You’re not feeling okay?” you ask quietly.

“I’m fine.”

You climb off of him quickly. He knows he’s been too mean, worse when you say, “Okay,” in a tone like you’ve choked on something. “Uh, well, I’ll go find a menu.”

You’re not one for filler words —it’s how he knows he’s thrown you for a loop.

Spencer isn’t trying to be spiteful. He’s constantly overstimulated, he has been for three or months now, weeks and weeks of being in fight mode and now he’s home he doesn’t feel home, you’re here but he’s struggling to just accept that things are fine again. They don’t feel fine.

He knows he’s lucky. He feels sick, is all.

After a phone call he hears from the couch where you place an order for all his favourite mains and sides, you return to the living room of his apartment (of which you practically live in) and sit on the far side of the couch. Not too far to miss, but enough to betray how he’s made you feel.

“Don’t sit so far away,” he says.

“You’re being snippy, Spencer. Which is fine. But I don’t want to fight.”

He holds out his hand. “Don’t sit so far away,” he repeats, preface to an apology.

You shuffle across the couch on your knees. Spencer doesn’t want a hug, but he takes your hand and holds it to his chest where his heartbeat goes a tick too fast. Your frown softens as the bump of his pulse registers.

“Sorry,” he says. “I don’t know what it is.”

“That’s okay.” You’re lying at first, then not, “It’s okay, honey. I know you’re– I know this is still bad. I know I’m not being the most help I could be for you right now.”

“It’s not like that,” he insists.

“Well. Don’t be sorry. But please don’t say you love me if you don’t want to say it, Spence.”

He could bite off his own tongue. “I feel like I can’t speak. I think I need to talk to Dr. Kelly tomorrow. I’m so anxious I feel like I can’t breathe.”

He figures he owes you some honesty, but he’s wishing he kept it to himself when he sees the stricken look that lights your eyes. Your mouth turns to a line.

Spencer grabs for your other hand. “I’m fine,” he says again.

“Oh, sure.” You massage his fingers with your thumb on automatic. “You seem totally fine.” You lean in. “I don’t expect you to be fine, you know that? If you’re moody, that’s okay. You can be mad at me if you want, I think you deserve it. But I’m serious, don’t say you love me if you don’t mean it.”

“I always mean it,” he says honestly.

For a moment, you bite your lip, your eyes on his, and he worries he’s not as forgiven as he wants to be.

“I’ll call Dr. Kelly,” you say finally, pulling your joined hands into your lap. “I want you to feel better, babe. That’s all I want.”

He nods, lifting his chin for a kiss you give immediately. The suffocating feeling abates.

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rewh0re · 2 months

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CAN I GET A KISS? (AND CAN YOU MAKE IT LAST FOREVER?)

—wc: 878, headcanons of how different jjk men would kiss you!! fluffy fluff fluff and nothing but fluff, a lot of kissing (neck, lips and forehead), gojo in himself is a warning tbh. REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!!

—pairing: geto, gojo, nanami x reader (separate)

｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ geto suguru—

I somehow see Geto as a guy who is into neck kisses. Like you'd be doing your work and Suguru just spawns out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around your waist, pecking and nibbing down your neck. He'll be helping you put on the clasp of a necklace and would steal a little peck that would take you by surprise. So cute. He's also very much into pecking your shoulders and burying his head in your neck—his way of asking you to play with his hair. Like you will be watching some stupid rom com and the next thing you know, Suguru is latched onto you, nibbling onto your shoulder as he buries himself in your neck. His breath softly tickles your skin and you know no one’s going to watch the movie anymore. So you give into his antics as your fingers card through his hair as a hum of satisfaction leaves his lips.

"oh! what was that for?" you yelped in a welcomed surprise as you felt a little nibble on the side of your neck which was quickly soothed by the feeling of your lover's warm tongue.

"missed my baby. When are you joining me in bed? it's late," his lips left a trail of kisses from the base of your ear to your clavicle.

"will you attack me if I say after I finish this draft?" you smiled up at him, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"you know I will."

You both knew he would attack you with kisses before bed either way.

｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ gojo satoru—

Now Gojo is a flirt. He's a stupid idiot and a flirt. He'll do anything to tease you and rile you up if I'm being honest. He'll get close to you, breaths mingling together as he holds you against his hard chest. You can smell his rich boy cologne so clearly and you're sure he can probably hear your erratic heartbeat. It's all impossibly slow and you close your eyes, waiting for his lips to land on yours and then.....they land on your cheek! Your eyes shoot open at the howling laughter from the menace that is Gojo Satoru. He gives a detailed recollection of your face from just a few seconds ago and you realise he can never not get on your nerves.

"Satoru I fucking hate you," you whine, pouting a bit, your body sulking as you look away, arms folded and a rose tint on your cheeks.

The next thing you know, Satoru's arms are around your waist for a second time as you're impossibly close to him....again. Except now his lips are quick to land upon yours. you move your arms to grip on his hair while he tightens his arms around you. He sucks on your bottom lip, licking and nibbling it. Your surprised gasp allowed him his entrance into your mouth, your tongues gliding against each other's as both of your lips were covered with thick coats of saliva. His hand moved along your back, gripping your neck, then face and then back around your waist. You wish you could kiss him like this forever but your lack of oxygen compelled you to part.

You panted as you looked at him, his sapphire eyes holding love, passion, desire and something more—mischief perhaps?

he smirked before pecking your lips again.

"Won't hate me as much now I'm guessing?"

Incorrigible, isn't he?

｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ nanami kento—

Come on. When I started writing this, I just knew Nanami had to be a forehead kiss man. He just radiates a sense of safety and comfort if you know what I mean. Imagine the both of you are at your shared apartment and you are just talking on the sofa and he's smiling at you and when you ask what's up he just takes your face in his big hand and leaves a long kiss on your forehead.

I just know Nanami comes home and the first thing he does is hug you tightly, as if to never let you go. He then proceeds to hold you gently by your neck as he leaves a lasting kiss on your temple.

Even before bed, after saying your good nights when you are all cuddled up with him, he'll softly leave a chaste kiss on your forehead, muttering 'sweet dreams' before you both lull to sleep. It's endearing really.

Especially when you're tired or stressed from work or life and you confide in him for comfort. He will hold you so tightly while you feel at home in his arms. One of his hands will be pressing your head to his chest while the other grabs you around the waist. You love being held by him.

"thank you kento, I feel better," you separate from him, smiling up at him in gratitude and appreciation.

he just hums in response, returning your smile with one of his own endearing ones. He moves a lock of your hair behind your ear as he brings his lips to your forehead. you close your eyes, basking in his warmth and comfort.

Kento's forehead kisses and hugs ensured you that you would always have a place to call home as long as he's with you. You'd always be safe in his arms. He'd always be yours.

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