#blurb or whatever

[somnambulic-thing]

Shhh

Just thinking about Eddie coming home from a three cities in five days tour, his voice completely gone.

He looks miserable when he tries to say hello to you despite better knowledge and you flinch at the sound, hearing the pain in the scratch deep in his throat. You clasp a hand over his mouth, shutting him up before he can hurt himself more.

Good thing there's a full weekend before he has to go back to the workshop on Monday, where his day job is waiting for him.

You tuck him into bed, throw a sketchpad and a pen at him and try to turn to get some camomile tea brewing but he snatches the back of your shirt and pulls you in, tucks you against his chest and just holds you there.

It's a weird silence, you can feel the words rattling around in his chest cavity and you're impressed and proud at how much restraint he's showing.

When he lets you go reluctantly, you smother his face in kisses, assuring him you'll be right back. He grins, voices a scratchy hum and softly slaps your ass when you wiggle out the bed.

In the kitchen, you start to get busy finding everything that will help to restore his voice again as fast as possible. You had started to miss it in all its ever-changing variations when you had come home on Monday to an empty apartment to many small voids where Eddie's presence usually lingers in the things he cherishes the most, uses every day.

Clothes and books - he packed too little of one, too much of the other as always - an off-white spot in the shape of a guitar over the armchair that's the only void that won't stay empty in his absence. Not only because you like sitting in this spot, though usually got no chance to sit in here when Eddie is around, but because it smells of him, because you can sink into the impression his presence has left there over the years.

You only have dried sage right now but you'll get fresh one and some other things when he's settled and asleep which shouldn't take too long, judging by the soft purple half-moons under his eyes. He's not getting any younger and hoisting amps at two in the morning after a busy concert days leaves traces now.

Maybe he has already passed out, you think. You've been busy in the kitchen for more than five minutes and he hasn't sneaked up on you yet, impatiently wrapping his arms around you from behind, sinking his face into your shoulder.

But when you get back to the bedroom with a pot full of steaming hot camomile and sage tea and a jar of honey, he's still awake, frantically filling the sketch pad with his scratchy-elegant handwriting.

He looks up when he hears you enter and makes a small, high pitched noise in his chest, his smile a soft curve of gratitude and admiration.

He pulls you back into the bed with him, pulls your legs into his lap and puts an obscene amount of honey into his first cup of tea. You chuckle and make a stupid joke about bees or something when your eyes start to move over the first page of five he had filled in your absence. You don't finish the joke, the thought fading as you fall into the report of his days away.

It's a ritual that you're fond of. It bridges the gap that had opened when you stopped dragging yourself to every gig just for the sake of it. You didn't miss the stress and the claustrophobic haze of it all - after all, you're not getting any younger either - but you missed his euphoria, missed to share his joy and whatever else got his blood pumping fast and hot and wild.

You read it all out loud, commenting in between, forming your inquisitive thoughts into yes or no questions, chuckling, marvelling, ranting, all while Eddie drinks his too-sweet tea in small sips and enlivens your narration with his facial expressions and small grunting noises.

You try not to laugh too hard, for it always makes him laugh as well and you think he knows you're holding back if the way he keeps kissing the corners of your tightly sealed lips is anything to go by. Like small thank you's because you caring for him when he's unwell still blows him away a little, even after all this time.

"You tired?" you ask, when the written report ends mid-sentence and you look up to find Eddie nodding off with his head rolling against the wall. He cracks open one eye, shakes his head, shakes himself awake and no to your question, a hand reaching out to the sketchpad in your lap.

"You can finish that later, Ed." You pluck the cup from his other hand before he can spill whats left in there over the sheets. "You look like shit."

He snorts a laugh, then coughs.

"Shit, sorry."

"S'ok-ay--" he croaks, using his vocal cords out of habit and coughs some more.

"Shhh," you say and start rubbing soothing circles into his back for as long as it takes for the dry, sore heaving to subside again.

"Okay, now you sleep. I'm going out to get some th--"

A hand over your mouth shuts you up. He's shaking his head, fumbling the notepad out of your lap at last with the other one.

Don't want you to leave. Take a nap with me?

"I won't be long, I join you when I get back."

He shakes his head again.

Please?

You barely have time to look at the word when he starts manhandling you up the bed and pulls you down with him, burying his face in your chest.

"Alright," you say, weaving your fingers into his hair while something more than his breath starts to spread warmth through your ribcage. "Alright, I stay."

You feel his muscles relax, his breath even out. Seconds later, he's asleep.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Reader #blurb or whatever #I wrote something after weeks #everybody say 'yay somna'

[sundaynightlive]

Character Development (Steddie)

“If I were you… I would get her back.”

Steve snaps suddenly out of his trance—Eddie’s a pretty boy to look at. Dangerously so. In fact, half of this conversation has gone completely over his head, which is probably why he’s misinterpreted it completely.

“Hold on—pause,” he says, perplexed, “We’re not flirting?” They stop walking in unison, Eddie freezing out of shock, Steve anticipating it. Eddie looks at him, wide eyed, jaw going slack and then taught like he can’t decide which conveys his surprise better.

“I… what?”

“I was just making eyes at you,” Steve says, and then groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “God damn it, I’ve really lost my touch.”

“No!” Eddie exclaims quickly, “Ah, no.” He’s flustered. Steve sees the flush in his face—he’s not trying to hide it. “No it’s… it’s working. I just didn’t think… you’re into guys?” Steve shrugs.

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

They stand there awkwardly for a moment, and then Eddie bumps his shoulder into Steve’s and they continue walking, easing out of the tension.

“So… how long?”

“How long what?”

“Have you known?” Eddie clarifies, and Steve notices their knuckles are brushing between them. He gazes up at Rob and Nancy, who are blissfully unaware.

“Well… someone came out to me recently so I started looking into it, called my uncle—man, that was an awkward conversation.”

“Your uncle?”

“Oh—he’s gay—has a partner and stuff. They live in California and we visited sometimes when my parents still took me places, you know.” Eddie blinks at him, nodding his head a little bit, but doesn’t look like he’s fully comprehending anything Steve’s saying at all. Steve takes a turn bumping Eddie’s shoulder, thinking maybe it’ll jolt awake some of those gears in his brain.

Their pinkies hook.

“So… what was the conclusion?” Eddie asks, like he doesn’t already know.

“I’ve had nasty thoughts about Harrison Ford way too many times to be straight,” Steve admits cheekily, “He said I’m bi, I guess. It means—“

“I know what it means, Steve.” Steve grins at him, a little sheepish, and Eddie smiles back, something soft and personal. It’s an expression Steve hasn’t seen him make yet, even with all his damn theatrics. To be fair, Steve’s growing quite fond of those theatrics, premature as it might be.

“So, go on,” Steve teases, “What were you saying about me getting back with my ex?

“Hmm, I don’t recall saying anything like that,” Eddie responds.

“Oh really?”

“Really. In fact, that’s a terrible idea. Bad for character development.” Steve laughs then—fully laughs—a sound that must be revolutionary for the Upside Down. No one has ever laughed here, no way.

“Character development?”

“Indeed.”

#steddie #fanfic #blurb #blorbos #I love them and they are my blorbos #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfiction #fluff #canon correction #Because screw whatever the writers did to them #Eddie is a pretty boy to look at #stranger things #stranger things Taylor’s Version

[rafeandonlyrafe]

unexpected consequences

words: 700

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, condoms breaking, pregnancy/breeding talk, unprotected p in v sex, established relationship, mention of marriage

“oh fuck, yeah.” you moan out, fingers gripping rafes shoulders. “right-right there.”

your moans are extra loud today, having been apart from rafe for nearly a week after he had business out of the country. rafe is just as pent up as you, thrusting harshly into your cunt to the chorus of his grunts.

“close.” rafe warns, but you could tell anyways by the swelling of his cock that he wouldn’t last long.

“oh my god, yes.” you moan out, back arching off the bed as your release pushes through your body, cumming with a final shout of your boyfriends name.

rafe drops his head into your neck as he cums inside of you, pushing as deeply as he can as your cunt pulses around him. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press soft kisses to his head while rafe pants through his orgasm, until you shift slightly and feel it inside of you.

“rafe, pull out.” you shove at his shoulder, causing him to look up in concern, but he slips his softening cock out.

“what is it baby?” rafe asks. you look down at the condom he always wears, where theres always a bit of white cum gathered at the tip, but this time it looks practically empty, like he just rolled it on.

“rafe.” you hit his shoulder, causing him to flinch and look down.

“wha-” rafe suddenly realizes the issue, rolling himself off the bed as he walks into the bathroom, no doubt to inspect the condom and tell you what you already know is true.

“it broke.” rafe says when he comes out a moment later.

“i know.” you admit, shifting your hips from side to side again. “i can tell.”

“im so sorry baby.” rafe says with a sigh, laying on the bed next to you but not pulling you into his arms, not sure if you want to be touched.

“its okay.” you hum softly, mind still reeling. “you didn’t know.”

“what are we gonna do?” rafe asks, knowing you’re not on birth control due to affecting other medication you’re on.

“well, i can take a plan b in the morning…” you say quietly. 

“or.” rafe encourages you to continue, able to tell that you aren’t finished.

“or we could wait and see. i mean i probably won’t get pregnant just from one time, right?” you shrug.

“what about if it does take? and you’re pregnant?” rafe asks, looking at your tummy.

as if you’re thinking the same thing, you lay your hand over your stomach, knowing that even if you are pregnant there is nothing in there yet, but the thought alone has you rubbing gently over your skin. “i don’t know.” you admit.

“i want to keep it.” rafe blurts out. “if-if you are pregnant.” rafe can’t take not touching you any longer, pulling you close to him and tangling your limbs together.

“are you sure?” you raise your eyebrows. you think rafe would be an amazing father, knowing how protective he is of you, and how he strives every day to take even better care of you. “we are so young.”

“i love you. i want to be with you, i want a family with you. why not start now?” rafe questions. he won’t admit it to you yet, but he’s been thinking about taking the next step, having even gone ring shopping to see his options. “besides-” rafe smiles, “why are you trying to talk me out of it? you’ve always wanted kids.”

you grin back at him. “i know.” you let a giggle free, feeling giddy about the possibility. you’ve always wanted to become a mom, especially because you have so many younger siblings. “so, are we doing this?”

“yes.” rafe says definitively, pulling you in for a kiss, a comforting one that you truly need.

“oh my god, im so excited.” you break the kiss to mumble against his lips.

rafe nods in agreement, lowering a hand between your bodies to touch your stomach. “probably too early to start talking to your tummy, huh?” 

“definitely. i mean, we don’t even know if i’m pregnant, it may take a couple tries…” you trail off, hoping rafe gets your intention.

“well, i will just have to keep cumming inside you.” rafe shrugs. “in fact, we shouldn’t take any chances and i should fill you up again right now.”

rafes hand lowers from your stomach to your thigh as he grabs your flesh and pulls your leg over his hip, spreading your thighs for him as your cunt rubs up against his quickly hardening cock.

“rafe!” you shout with a laugh, but don’t stop him as he begins to grind his cock into your core.

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#is this a rewrite of the exact same concept for an old mason mount fic i wrote? #yes. so what. #LISTEN I NEEDED TO CURE MY WRITERS BLOCK #besides i dont think i have any footy fans on this blog #so its very unlikely anyone read the original mason one anyways #ALRIGHT WHATEVER CASSIDY NO ONE CARES NO ONE IS READING THIS #rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #obx smut #outer banks smut #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron one shot #rafe fic #rafe x reader #rafe fanfic

[moonstruckme]

Hi! I would die for a poly!marauders x reader where reader gets a bloody nose and almost passes out. This has happened to me and I wish I had the boys 😅 of course only if this sounds interesting!! 🫶🏼

Thanks for requesting love!

cw: blood, near fainting

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 642 words

You’re mid-story when Remus’ expression shifts. 

“And he didn’t even…ask…” You trail off as James’ eyes flare suddenly. Remus is scanning the room like he’s searching for something. “...what?” 

“I’m just looking for the tissues…” 

You feel your expression crease.

“Don’t worry,” says Sirius, in a no-nonsense tone you don’t hear often. “Just pinch your nose shut and close your eyes, okay?” 

“What…” You touch your fingertips to your nose, and the second the bright red pads come into your view you’re overcome by a wave of nausea. 

“Don’t, don’t.” James takes your hand, bloody fingers and all, hiding them away. Your head fills with cotton. Remus gets up and goes into the kitchen. “Baby, that’s what we’re trying to keep from happening.” 

The feel of something splattering on your thigh has you looking down on instinct. You barely process the bead of blood curving down your thigh before your vision starts to blacken. 

“Okay.” A hand cups the back of your head, cold fingers pressing into your scalp as it takes your weight, and another pinches your nostrils. “None of that, doll, c’mon. You’re okay.” 

You blink a couple of times before the fuzzy darkness clears enough for you to see Sirius in front of you. He’s the picture of calm, while James’ eyes are magnified cartoonishly wide by his glasses. It takes you a second to figure out you need to breathe through your mouth. 

Sirius nods as you inhale. “Good,” he says. “Just keep your eyes on me, doll.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” James quips, and Sirius’ lips quirk but he doesn’t take his eyes from yours. 

“It’s a happy consequence.” 

“Sorry,” you say, voice sounding whiny all stuffed up. 

“You’re good,” James reassures you. “Rem’s gonna get you cleaned up in just a second. It seems we’ve misplaced the tissues.” 

“Found them!” Remus announces from down the hall. “Who put them under the bed?” 

You and Sirius look to James. He shrugs, sheepish. “That’s my bad,” he admits. “My allergies were bothering me, and I didn’t feel like getting up.” 

“Hoarder,” Sirius accuses fondly, letting go of your nose briefly to allow Remus to swipe at the skin beneath it. 

“Close your eyes,” Remus warns softly, and this time you listen before you can see the tissue. You feel him blot at your nostrils and then wipe up the blood on your hand and leg, keeping your eyes squeezed shut tight. “Good girl.” The lid of the trash bin clangs shut. “You can open now.” 

You replace Sirius’ hand with your own, and he gives you a cautious look as he lets go slowly. “You sure you’ve got it?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “I don’t mind.” 

You smile at him, closed-lipped and trying not to think about what you’re staunching. “I’m good, thanks.” 

Remus sits back down with a heavy sigh. James nods his agreement heartily. 

“Since when do you get nosebleeds?” he asks you. 

“Since now, I guess,” you say. “It’s not my new favorite thing.” 

You’ve always fainted at the sight of blood, so spontaneous bleeding is probably one of the top ten worst things that can happen to you. 

“It’s a bit worrisome,” Remus agrees. “What happens if you’re driving and your nose starts bleeding again? You can’t very well pass out behind the wheel.” 

You level him with a deadpan look. “I’ll try to refrain.” 

“It won’t happen again,” Sirius says surely. He’s eyeing you in a peculiar way, somehow both assessing and decided at once. “We’ll figure out what caused it, and make sure it doesn’t.” 

You look to Remus for an eye roll, but both of your boyfriends look about as trusting in this plan as Sirius. 

“How?” you ask. 

He gives you an indulgent smile. “Don’t worry about it, baby. We’re not gonna let anything happen to you.”

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[coryosbaby]

Give It To Me .

Dark! Luke Castellan x nymph! Reader

Content warning . Non-con, minor predator/prey themes, squirting

You sigh as your toes are enveloped in cold, crystal clear water. Making your way into the pond, you’re thankful none of the other nymphs had followed you here.

Sure, it’s fun to swim with the others. At camp Half Blood, you’ve made a lot of new friends that are just as appreciative of the earth as you. But sometimes you need a moment to yourself— a moment with nature and its elements.

Your clothes are discarded— this is your hiding spot deep in the forest, after all. It’d be a wonder if someone found it. It’s as if it was made just for you.

You spend a great deal of time in the waves, resting against a giant boulder peeking out of the water, relishing in the cool breeze moving through. You giggle at the fish tickling your ankles because they’re always quite fond of you.

You enjoy your swim so much that for a second you don’t hear the sound of another.

It’s the noise of a belt buckle clinking that makes you turn your head towards the shore. You peek out over the surface of the water, and on the shore you see the figure of a tall male.

He seems to be going for a swim. He peels his shirt off, then slips his jeans down to his ankles and throws them on the ground somewhere behind him. He steps into the water, slow, emitting a small sigh as it envelopes him. He wades forward and then relaxes against the waves.

Your eyes glaze over.

You want to move. Your body stays behind the rock , however, to admire him for a moment more.

He’s an interesting half blood. Not like the others— older, with dark, raven like hair, pretty doe eyes, and a very fit body. He’s incredibly handsome, and something tugs in your chest.

You move by instinct, and it makes a splash. Your body freezes up in fear. The boy whirls around, surprised by the sound of another ounce of life in the empty pond. You peek over, praying he doesn’t see you as he makes his way towards the rock.

But to no avail. His eyes catch yours, then, and a feeling like butterfly wings twirls in your tummy.

“I thought I was the only one here.”

You struggle to say something to him, the shock of being caught and the attractiveness of his voice washing over you. He doesn’t seem to mind your timidness, and reaches out his hand.

“I’m Luke.”

Luke. Where had you heard that before? You can’t be sure.

Your much smaller hand falls into his, and your arm erupts into goose flesh. His lips part beautifully—demigod charm.

“You’re a nymph, aren’t you?” He continues. “I’ve seen girls like you in the lake… never back here.”

“Yes,” you reply, in almost a mere whisper. “I’m sorry. I was just.. I’m shy, that’s all.”

He chuckles, both hands running through his hair. Water droplets stick to his forehead.

“Shy. Not shy enough to have a shirt on, though.”

You flush when his eyes drop down to your naked chest. Your hair covers your breasts, but that doesn’t make it any less revealing.

“No one ever comes back here.” you stutter out, embarrassed.

“But I did.”

You don’t know what he means by that. His head tilts, and his body moves closer to you. Your back hits the rock, your chest heaving. “I know nymphs are supposed to be pretty. But I’ve never seen one as beautiful as you.”

Your stomach tangles into knots, from nerves or arousal you aren’t sure.

“Oh,” you breathe out. He chuckles before looking around behind you.

“There isn’t anyone else here, is there?”

You shake your head, and you feel a bit queasy. Regretful, too, for revealing such a thing. Had your stranger danger warnings from your peers taught you nothing?

Something in the boy’s demeanor has changed, and you think that maybe he isn’t your handsome prince after all.

And looking at the scar across his eye, you finally remember who he is— Luke, son of Hermes. A counselor from Cabin Eleven. You had never spoken to him before— it’s a big camp, after all— but his wandering eyes whenever you were near seemed to be filled with lust. You had just toned it down to a weird crush.

How did you not register it before?

You don’t know, and as of right now you don’t care. You begin to move away to the shoreline, where your dress lays haphazardly on the sand.

Something clicks in your head — How could Luke think he was alone if your clothes were there? — and you decide that you really shouldn’t be here. Not near this pond, and especially not near him. Your relaxing day has just turned awry.

“Where are you going?” Luke calls to you, and you begin to move faster. You could care less if your underwear is exposed to him as you finally get to the shore. Your hands nervously fumble with your dress.

“Just… I forgot I had somewhere to be!”

“Where?”

You jump, turning around to see him behind you. His body drips with water and his hair is plastered to his forehead.

“Oh, you know..” you chuckle nervously, a shudder running through you. You avoid eye contact as you slip the dress over your damp body. “Just— nymph stuff.”

“Nymph stuff?” He questions. The way he says it is almost accusingly, as if you aren’t allowed to lie to him. His eyes are dark, his demeanor tense. He walks towards you, and your heart beats out of your chest.

You begin to run.

You don’t know why. It’s maybe—probably— instinct. But you don’t make it far. Not even a few feet. Luke takes after you, and before you can even move off of the sand and onto the grass he’s got you pinned underneath him. A terrified squeak makes its way through you, and you squirm in his grip. He grabs you by the neck and pushes you down into the sand.

“Stop fucking moving,” he growls, fumbling with his belt. “You dumb slut.“

You cry, your bottom lip wobbling. His cock hangs out of his underwear, heavy and thick. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers.

“Luke, please! No, no—“

“Shut up,” he groans out, wrapping a hand around his shaft. Your thighs clench together against your own accord. His other hand flips up the hem of your dress and exposes your wet panties to the open air, and he yanks those down, too. All the while, your heart thuds like a scared rabbit and your legs flail against him.

He pulls your thighs apart, and you whimper weakly.

“Oh, fuck,” Luke’s fingers play with your slit, soaking with something more than water despite your protests. “prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

His tongue runs along his bottom lip as he pulls away, his hand going to one side of your head, the other moving down to position himself at your entrance. Your body relaxes against its own will, giving up on fighting. He’s extremely strong, definitely skilled in taking his opponents down. There would be no use.

Your eyes water as he sheathes himself in you. White hot heat courses through your veins, shock on your face as he pushes in to the hilt. You can’t do anything but lay there, frozen.

Luke lets out a grunt, his face resting in the crook of your neck as he begins to move. The smell of lake water and shampoo permeates your senses as you unintentionally bury your nose in his curls and sharply inhale. Your arms wrap around his big shoulders and you let out a salacious cry.

He slaps his hand over your mouth, his voice as venomous as a snake’s.

“Don’t you dare get us caught,” he warns, a low chuckle coming out of his mouth when you clench around him. “Dirty fucking girl. I bet you want that, don’t you? I bet you want everyone to see what I do to you. How much of a desperate bitch you are for me.”

You shake your head aggressively. He smiles.

Turning your head to the side, you see the expanse of the woods and the lake before your eyes flutter shut in pleasure. He hits a spongey spot inside you that has your toes curling, and he watches every movement — the way your face contorts in pleasure, your body taking over the rejection in your mind. The way your wetness leaves a white, creamy ring around the base of his cock. The way that everytime he touches that spot, your legs shake and quiver.

He fucks into it over and over, rutting into your like an animal, hammering his aching dick against your walls and making you see stars.

You should feel guilt, disgust. But he’s so heavy on top of you, and it’s hard to breathe, and his hands are coming down to your clit and— fuck, you’re going to cum.

It happens quickly. You don’t even fathom what happens before your orgasm washes over you, but your vision whites out and you seize up. Back arching, you let out a desperate mewl as liquid gushes out of your abused cunt. Luke, noticing with furrowed brows and his mouth agape, pulls out of you to slip his fingers inside instead. The digits slide in easily, coated in wetness, as he begins to thrust them in and out. The slick sound of your release sets your face on fire.

“Fuck yes,” Luke groans, and he sounds pained. “Give it to me, princess. That’s it, that’s the stuff…”

Rubbing at your clit, he helps you ride out your orgasm, drawing out more of your release. His fingers go up to his mouth, and he slides them over his tongue. He whines, positioning himself back over your pussy, his hand jerking off his own dick.

“Gonna cum all over you,” he grunts, arousal pooling over his fist. “Shit, ‘m gonna...”

His head tilts back, and he lets out a deep moan as he releases all over your bare pussy. Your hole clenches desperately when you feel his warm spend hit it, sticky and wet. His big hand splays across your thigh and digs crescent moons into it as he rides out his high with a shaky quiver of your name.

You lay motionless, his cum drying against your cunt as he comes down. He still holds your legs in his hands—as if you could go anywhere, at this point. As if he hadn’t just fucked you dumb.

He strokes the skin of your thighs, his breath bordering on a sigh.

“This’ll be our little secret,” he says softly.“Yeah, baby? Promise you won’t tell?”

It may sound sugary sweet, but underneath it all the sentence is incredibly threatening.

Sweaty and hot, you weakly nod. He gives a pleased, predatory smile that shakes you to the core.

“That’s my girl.”

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[leviscolwill]

darling, i fancy you - jude blurb — #2

“jude… what does leng mean?” your boyfriend switched his attention from his phone to your figure sitting next to him. “why? did anyone call you that?”. you frowned at the serious look on his face, assuming it meant something bad from his tone, “just a guy from uni, what does it mean though?”

jude’s brown eyes rolled at your answer, “how are you gonna have a british boyfriend and not know what leng means?”, he sighed at the questioning look on your face, “it means you're fit, you're hot. it also means you should block him, silly boy.”

you laugh at his childlike jealousy and purposely ignore it, “you never taught me any british slang, how was i supposed to know what leng means? it sounds stupid anyway.”

your boyfriend faked indignation and flicked the back of your head in retaliation, “you sound stupid, woman. you never asked me to teach you anything, because you really don’t care about me like that i guess… you want another word to describe you?” you eagerly nod to jude, your attention now fully turned to him, and not your classmate or uni work.

“daft. ask your other boyfriend what that means, i’m sure he’ll be more than happy to help”, how you wished you could wipe that stupid smirk off your boyfriend’s face. you could easily guess the word wasn't as nice as ‘leng’.

“god, just tell me what it means already”, even after seeing the pleading look on your face, jude didn't give in just yet. instead advising you to look it up, which you did.

needless to say, your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen once you turn your attention back to where he was last seen, two seconds ago. one of the doors upstairs loudly shutting, was all you needed to know precisely where he was hiding.

“jude victor william bellingham, when i catch you...”

#this was supposed to be better than whatever this is #but i forgot all my ideas 💀 #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham fluff #football one shot #football fanfic #football fluff #football imagine #football x reader #footballer imagine #football blurb

[little-pondhead]

[this is kind of a messy ramble, sorry about that]

Demon Twins AU, except Danny is loyal to the League.

The League of Assassins is a “cult” for a reason. They know what they’re doing. Ra’s has been around for a very long time; he’s seen every trick in the book and then some.

So when his daughter Talia gave him two, near-identical twin grandsons, he had already planned out their lives by the time the sun had set on their first day living. He knew the plans weren’t perfect. Nothing ever went exactly how he wanted it to. But that was the joy of being absolutely fucking ancient. Ra’s adapted better than anyone. If something went wrong, Ra’s will simply work around the issue and live to see another day.

So the boys were raised as he wished. Ruthless, with sharp blades and even sharper wit. They matched each other in every way, blow for blow. Neither won more than the other, and Ra’s encouraged the competition between the twins. Eventually, the battle for title of Heir came, and Damian won that particular match.

Danny was fine with this. Thrilled, even, for his brother to earn the title of Heir. The boys were very close, and worked well to take down targets twice their size. Ra’s approved this, and granted Danny title of Shadow. He was to be Damian’s eternal shadow, a guard. Both Talia and the boys were pleased with this.

But then came the time for the boys to learn how to live without each other. They’d gotten too used to someone guarding their back. Too complacent and too confident in their roles. Ra’s knew it would happen, and so sent Danny off at a very young age to live with some sleeper agents in America.

The Fentons.

Damian would stay here, with Talia, to learn how to be the perfect Heir. He needed to learn how to fight without the assistance of his brother.

Danny would go to Amity Park, and be fostered by the Fentons. He needed to put his skills to practical use and learn how to live without constant orders.

This was their Test.

Damian did quite well, for a while. Until Talia sent him off to his birth father, The Bat. Reports on his behavior declined in quality after that, and Ra’s couldn’t help but feel dissatisfaction with how the Heir had been corrupted.

Danny’s reports were always immaculate, however. His mask never slipped, and he’d worked himself into the hearts of the townspeople. The sleeper agents, Jack and Maddie, had a daughter who was quite enthusiastic about the properties of the mind, and accept Ra’s instructions to teach Danny with ease. It was the ideal situation.

In Ra’s eyes, Danny was thriving. Damian was not.

And then Ra’s died. The League was in shambles. Damian was at peace with his family, away from the cult he grew up in. He assumed Danny had defected years ago, since their mother stopped giving him reports about his twin.

Then Danny showed up at the Wayne’s doorstep, decked out in full League attire, angry and hostile.

“Tell me, dear brother,” he spat. “Why did you not inform me that Grandfather had died? I had to find out through his spirit when it came to visit from the afterlife!”

Damian didn’t know what to say.

#DPxDC #pondhead blurbs #just #Danny and Damian grew up in a CULT #cults have a reputation for a reason #Danny had no reason to even think about defecting throughout his entire childhood #if being loyal to his grandfather was an issue clockwork would have told him #Dan would have told him #the Fentons are part of a league faction operating out of the US #even Jazz is loyal to them and started viewing Ra’s as a grandfather figure the few times he came to visit #Danny LOVES his assassin grandpa and nobody in amity blinks an eye at him #Ra’s does know about the Fenton portal and phantom #because why wouldn’t Danny tell him? #Ra’s dies and his spirit immediately heads over to where he knows the portal is so he can get some help #ghost Ra’s: my grandson. it’s been too long. #Danny with the worst voice crack: why are you DEAD #Talia is still in hiding #or doing whatever she’s supposed to be doing idk #Danny shows up to ream Damian out and yell at him for his disloyalty #everyone is extremely worried about what Danny will do because he is very obviously still in deep with the league #he doesn’t like the talk about being ‘free’ because he was always free. tf you talking about Grayson. #also Damian doesn’t know about the full properties of the Lazarus pits or ectoplasm. he’s the Heir not the Head. that’s private stuff #Ra’s is a smug bastard using his grandson as a way to get revenge on the living #Danny is HIS shadow now. #I must stress Danny is pretty much the same as canon but literally just loyal to his grandpa Ra’s #maybe Ra’s meets clockwork? Ra’s x Clockwork? #their ship name is Sun Dial now I’ve decreed it

[kianely]

okok hear me out ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

being needy and riding re6 leon’s thigh and he starts sweetly mocking you for being so pent up and vocal even though he hasn’t even really touched you at all

i’m not usually this horny but :( next time i’ll send some fluff into your askbox

Omg anon I’m hearing you out, you got me thinking about this…just imagine how much muscle his thighs have 😵‍💫 I wrote a little gender neutral drabble on this under the cut I hope that’s okay

Thank you for sending an ask I love interaction AHH

“That’s it,” his murmurs fan against the sensitive skin of your ear, and they turn your brain into mush with each syllable that emits from his lips. “You’re so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if we get a noise complaint.”

Your pajama pants are discarded somewhere on the floor of your shared living room as you rut against him. Leon has been so busy that you couldn’t help but pounce on him when he got some free time, scrambling over to him as soon as he sat down on the couch.

The scent of his cologne and pheromones fills your senses, a combination that makes you press your face against the crook of his neck in an attempt to get more.

And you’re so noisy—grunts and whimpers spilling from you with each roll of your hips against his thigh. The rough fabric of his denim jeans against the flimsier and thinner fabric of your underwear (which are pretty wet with your arousal, dampening up Leon's pants as well) has you rolling your eyes back.

“Don’t even need to lift a damn finger. Love me so much I bet you could come untouched.”

Surely he wouldn’t be that mean, right? Though…you could definitely come untouched. Hell, you gushed at the mere sound of his raspy morning voice; you got all excited whenever you got a peek of his happy trail.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” God, his voice is gravelly. His hand slides up to rest against the arch of your back. “You’re soaking my pants just from dry humping me like a damn dog.”

“Leon—“ you want to protest against those words, you feel a little bit embarrassed (and very turned on) and in turn, you dig your nails into his shoulder blades. He cuts you off with a low rumble of laughter, catching onto your embarrassment and pressing a kiss against your temple.

“Bet you’d grind against my leg if I put you on your knees, hm? Poor baby can’t even go a day without being all over me.” He brings his hand to your jaw, cradles it, and brings you in for a kiss. It drowns out the loudness of your drunken sounding noises. His stubble brushes against your chin, and he gently pats his fingers against your cheek.

“You can be my sweet lap dog and keep me warm all day. What do you think?”

#leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #you know what…maybe i will watch some gameplay for re6 #excuse any typos i didn’t proofread this it just…flowed out ig #is this even a drabble? i get confused with the difference between blurb and drabble #like idek at this point it’s whatever #leon kennedy x reader

[sergle]

I'm thinking abt that pretty fall leaves embroidery pattern post and about how like... it is categorically a repost, it's a reupload. right? a thing that is generally disliked. but because it's credited, it's genuinely boosting the artist in question. and it could ALWAYS be like this. reposting content could ALWAYS be a symbiotic relationship, but because sourcing back to the original creator of something is so uncommon, it's just easier to ask people not to repost it at all. and people still don't understand the difference. or they'll go to the effort of cropping out usernames/signatures to repost something, which is More Effort than literally crediting the creator of something you liked enough to want to repost. Like. I literally don't actually care if my own shit gets reposted, you have to understand. I just don't want it STOLEN. But "do not repost" is easier to write on my art than "you can repost this, but don't alter the image/remove my signature, don't you dare write 'credit goes to the artist' because that is not credit, please link back to my original post or someplace that you can actually find me. please use an actual link/url instead of writing a non-clickable link of my username, because making it text instead of a clickable link cuts the number of people who will go to the effort of visiting my own page in Half." All those aggregate themed accounts, those fuckin annoying as hell instagrams and facebook groups that are like "body positive art we love wamen 💕 hashtag feminism" and then MASS-STEAL plus sized art created by women, if pages like these that always go and steal my older self-portraits and other works... If they just put a link to my prints of those pieces in the text of those posts, or, fuck, my commission info page? I would literally be living on the moon right now. I would have a house on the moon

#there is actually nothing morally wrong with running an account that just reuploads ppl's artwork or their jokes or their cosplays #if you just put a VISIBLE LINK in the description of your post with proper credit then it would be beneficial for everyone #because you can get your little clout or whatever it is you want by putting a bunch of same-category content on a page #but nobody's getting fucked over because if your post blows up then people just get FUNNELED to the source #because it's placed so plainly where everyone can see it #and yeah it's better to retweet or reblog but #on the rare occasion that I see my shit reuploaded on tumblr WHICH IS WEIRD BC I MAKE MY OWN POSTS HERE but anyway #someone making their own post where they upload my stuff. and it's always the floral self portraits so let's say it's a post with all those #if I scroll to the bottom and it says like. Artwork by Serglesinner on Twitter <-- clickable link [Sergle's Prints] <-- clickable link #to my etsy #I'm like oh okay and all the anger leaves my body and I'm like ah I see. and I toss the rock aside #like oh okay so you actually care that a person made these pieces. Instead of posting the caption ''women <3'' or smth #like you've GOTTA die if you do that. but if you just link back #or if you go to the effort of writing like a description with a BLURB? like it's a damn museum. like a light paragraph of info #about what the art is and who made it and their links #I am literally sucking you in a strange and peculiar manner. that is extremely helpful #and maybe other artists don't want this AT ALL and they'd rather people not reupload even if it is credited #but I feeeeeeeeel. like 99% of the time this would solve the issue #reposters could genuinely be helping ppl. sometimes the repost gets more traction than the real thing #as long as it credits the creator then that's an okay thing to happen! #that can land somebody a sale! a commission order! a new fan! A JOB #A JOB!!!!!!!!!! #sergle.txt #I didn't write this eloquently AT ALL what the fuck ever barkbarkbarkbark

[stevenose]

Obsessed with the thought of Steve torturing your hyper sensitive nipples after overstimulating your clit just to hear you beg for his cock

reader with a vagina, no gendered terms for reader

this is soooo shy!reader from the car blurb series i’m doin … steves gonna play with you. needs to hear that sweet lil voice whimpering and moaning just for him. and you’re trying so hard not to let him hear you. he’d be annoyed if you weren’t so cute. he has his thumb pressed nice and tight against your clit, rubbing slow, small circles into it while his mouth sucks bruises into your neck. as if he’s trying to pull your moans out from you.

you’re writhing below him. hands clenched tight around his biceps, half pushing him away - the attention is overwhelming - and half keeping him in place. steve coos at you, smiling sweet. he licks a fat stripe up your neck and rests his lips on the shell of your ear.

“does it feel good?”

you nod, eyes tightly shut.

“let me hear you,” he presses, his thumb applying a bit more pressure, moving a little faster.

“steve,” you whimper, embarrassed.

he’d like to quip at you, but your tits distract him (when don’t they?). your nipples look delicious, perked upwards, calling for his mouth. experimentally, he blows on them, watching in awe as your back arches them up towards him.

“jesus,” he groans. “you’re so fucking pretty. y’know that?”

you don’t answer, but it’s okay. he just has to get you worked up enough and then you’ll do whatever he asks. he slides his thumb up and down your folds, ruining any chance of orgasm you had, leaving you with the ache. you’re dripping onto his sheets and he’ll probably shove his face into it later while jerking himself off.

“what am i doin’ to you, baby?” he asks, like he’s sympathetic. “makin’ this pretty pussy cry?”

you nod, reaching up to cover your face.

“hey,” he calls softly, rubbing his nose against your hands. “it’s okay, think it’s so hot.”

you whimper again, thighs attempting to shut around his hand. he giggles, lets you do whatever you need to, and leans down to kiss down the swell of your breast to your perked bud.

“ah!”

steve’s gonna cum in his pants if you keep being vocal like that. he’s too excited, keeps trying to go slow, flicks your nipple with his tongue before closing his mouth around it. lets his teeth nip you just a bit, enough to make you -

“oh my god,” you moan, so whorish, so unlike you.

“there we go,” he moans back, mouth still full of you. he sucks your nipple gently and bites one more time before pulling away, pupils wide, drinking you in. “such pretty sounds, lemme hear some more -“

and you wail again when he gets back to it. your thighs squeeze harshly against his hand, threatening to make it go numb. you need him so bad, and he needs you even more. he licks a broad stripe up your tit before kissing over to the other one, giving it the same treatment, leaving hickeys on the swell of your breast.

“steve,” you gasp, hips bucking, thighs clenching. “oh, fuck, please?”

“what do you want?”

“god - what - whatever you’ll give me,” you pant, beads of sweat glistening at your hairline.

steve opens his mouth with a retort - this is what i’m giving you - but you steal his breath away when you moan, “i want your cock.”

“my cock?” he repeats, awestruck. about to fucking cum. there’s a lil string of saliva connecting you. “honey, i thought we didn’t do that.”

because, yeah, you’ve only ever just played with each other. his cock and your cunt have not yet met. but you want it more than anything now, so much that it feels like you’ll die if you don’t have it.

“please,” you beg, eyes wide, chest heaving. “i don’t care, i want it now, please, steve.”

a big hand parts your thighs again, letting him sink a finger inside of you. watching with frenzied hazel eyes at your reaction to the stretch, to the relief. how you sink down into his covers and sigh, shakily parting your legs for him to bully his way between them.

“say it again,” he begs, voice cracking.

there’s no hesitation. “i need your cock, steve.”

his finger curls up, making you cry as he finds your sweet spot. “uh-huh, angel, and you’re gonna fuckin’ get it.”

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #consider this an unofficial 5th blurb. or whatever part we are on

[carmyboobear]

Stress Management (Carmy Berzatto x Reader)

Rating: Explicit, MDNI🔞 (~700 words)

Summary: Carmy comes home from work so stressed he can hardly think. When he gets home, he sees his partner on the couch, and something clicks. He needs them, and it needs to happen now.

Content Tags: oral (v), rough sex, loud sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, they/them reader, afab reader

A/N: Had this sitting in my drafts, so I spruced it up a bit. Stressed guy like Carmy needs some SERIOUS relief… enjoy <3

Carmy feels like breaking something.

His ears are ringing, listening to echoes of screams at work that refuse to fade away. His body is tight with tension, and all he can think about is seeing them.

He needs to see them.

He almost slams the door open in a rush to get home. They’re laying on the couch in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, hair splayed on on the cushions. They perk up when they hear him entering.

“Carmy!” They chirp, smiling like the sun, and upon seeing his face, it grows serious. “Everything ok?”

“Work fucking sucked,” he mutters irritably. He’s walking briskly over. They’re finally right in front of him.

“Do you wanna ta—“ they’re halfway through their sentence before Carmy pulls them into a bruising, wet kiss.

“I want to eat you out, and then fuck you a couple times,” Carmy says lowly when he pulls back. Their kissed lips are parted in surprise. “Then I’ll tell you about today. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s okay,” they agree without hesitation, and he immediately pulls their underwear off.

With two forceful hands, Carmy spreads their legs wide by the inside of their thighs before swooping his head down between them. He wastes no time in bullying their clit with his tongue, using the tip to push it out and into his mouth. He starts sucking their clit immediately, cheeks hollowing at the tightness, and they keen.

Their moans are sweet and sharp like a strong mixed drink, and he’s intoxicated on the noise. He knows how messy he’s being, spit stains already dripping onto the couch cushions, but it doesn’t matter at all.

He sucks their clit in a brutal rhythm so quick that they come quickly, wetting themself on his chin pushed into their cunt. He relishes in the feeling of them covering his face, of their twitching clit between his sucking lips. And because he doesn’t want to bother, he pulls back, shoving his pants and underwear off just enough to get his hard cock out. Without any prep, he lines up and pushes in as they ride out the last couple waves of their orgasm. They make a wounded noise, a guttural moan.

“Carmy—fucking, shit—“ They’re gasping for air, hands scrambling to hold onto him as he starts pounding into them. They’re so wet from their orgasm, but still so deliciously tight.

“Be good and take it, just fucking take it,” Carmy whispers, leaning in close to them, and they whimper helplessly.

He remembers the anger from work, the frustration coursing through his body like lightning, the rage jetting from his ears like steam. He thinks about it every-time he fucks forward, slamming his hips against theirs, every time he thrusts brutally into their tight, stretching pussy.

“You’re coming, aren’t you? Why aren’t you letting me hear it?” Carmy asks. Their palm’s covering their mouth when they come for the first time on his cock, and he pries it off by grabbing their wrist and pinning it. They don’t try to cover their mouth again, instead just moaning so loud the next apartment over is bound to complain. “Fuck, th-that’s good. That’s better. I love, fuck, hearing you like this, always gotta let me hear you, gonna make me come—“

He makes them come one more time on his cock before he finishes inside them. Or maybe it was just an extension, instead just one really long orgasm—he wasn’t quite able to tell. They cry through it, weeping and moaning into the crook of his neck. They’re ruined, undone by the release of his pent up frustration.

He closes his eyes and listens to them cry out as he comes hard in their pussy. Their come dribbles down his shaft and the curve of his tightened balls. It’s so good it almost hurts, the pleasure acute and overwhelming. It’s like breaking a high fever, filling the gauge on a thermometer until it shatters.

“Carm…” Their voice is scratchy from how loudly they were moaning. They’re both coming down, panting in each other’s arms. Their tired arms connect behind his back under his shoulders. “Don’t pull out yet…”

“Mm, okay,” he murmurs, softening cock warmed by their wet pussy. Besides, there’d be a bigger mess if he pulled out. He wraps his arms around them and kisses their sweaty forehead. “You did so good, baby. Took me so well, just what I needed.”

And it’s true. He doesn’t even remember what made him so mad in the first place.

#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #the bear #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto smut #my smut #my blurbs #idk if I wanna count this as a fic…. it’s titled but whatever #anyway I’ve been wanting to post this for a while and finally just decided to do it #enjoy!

[eddiesghxst]

i stumbled upon one of your drabbles where eddie says “i’m sorry just…jesus christ, you’re so fucking warm.” on my tl and IM GOING INSANE but thank you tho give me more🤭 please and thank you

ah yes, pathetic loser!eddie🫶

tw: cum eating (? is that what it’s called ? idk, don’t care. eddie eats u out after coming inside u and it’s hot)

(refer to this post for context)

———

thinking about how even though you tell him a million times that it’s okay and you thought it was hot, he still feels terrible. he says something like, “i gave you all that build up just to put out in like 5 minutes.” and you smile, leaning up to press a kiss to the underside of his chin. “it was roughly 2 minutes, but that’s neither here nor there.”

a heavily decorated hand presses it’s entirety to your face and shoves you away as you giggle, falling onto your back as he clambers on top of you. “stop making fun of me.” he grumbles into your skin, lips pressing sloppy kisses down your neck. your fingers slip into his hair, knuckles curling to softly scratch at his scalp. “i’m not, it’s cute. you’re cute, eddie.”

he looks up from where he’s pressing kisses to your bare stomach now, gazing up at you for a moment before bringing himself up to eye level with you. he kisses you and you hum as his hands part your legs, greedily squeezing the soft skin on the inside of your thighs. “i wanna make you come… wanna see how pretty you look, how whiney you get.” your center throbs at his words and you nod your head, heavily swallowing when he begins his descent down your body once again.

you find it hard to keep your hips still when he finally comes to eye level with your pussy, parting your thighs even further as he settles on his tummy. you can feel him still leaking out of you, and your face heats up at the sensation and how exposed you feel with eddie’s eyes tracing over every exposed piece of you.

“y-you don’t have to, eddie…” your voice is just above a whisper, snapping eddie out of his daze to look up at you. “i uh… i get it, some guys don’t really enjoy doing that so…” you begin to close your legs, but eddie is persistent, holding your legs open and diving in to lick a thick stripe of your pussy, a mixture of your arousal and his cum coating his tongue. you gasp, quickly followed by a pitiful moan as he begins greedily sucking and licking and lapping.

and yeah, eddie may have finished quickly, but he definitely made up for it because eddie eats pussy like he gets fucking paid to do it.

#he doesn’t really know what he’s doing #he just gets sloppy w it and listens to whatever u tell him to do #sigh #i want him in my bed nOw #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #eddie x you #drabble

[deathflare]

erenville

#ffxiv #begging for the next lorebook... i need a blurb about his hobbies and whatever weird last name they give him #erenville

[alecvolturiswifeforever]

okay wait this isn’t a fic but i wrote this little blurb because i was thinking about this and it made me laugh.

“No! I’m telling you the door opened by itself! Think about all the people you have all chomped down on- oh my god! They’re out to get revenge and they’re targeting me!” You screeched, jumping as a bang sounded from down the corridor. Alec let out an unusually loud laugh. You however, was still very much freaking out.

“What was that? What the fuck was that?” You tried to peer down the dark hallway, your human eyes only doing so much to aid in your search as well as beginning to play tricks on you, causing you to whine. “Alec-“

The genuine fear in the noise stopped his laughter and he opened his arms for you to step into, though he couldn’t help but snort at your next words.

“I’m telling you this place is haunted..!”

“Sweetface, I can promise you it’s not. The castle is old, there are bound to be a few noises.”

“But the door-“

“My love, did you have a window open?”

“uh… I think so…?” Your face flushed a bright red. He sighed in defeat before chuckling, bringing you closer and kissing the crown of your head gently.

“What am I going to do with you?”

#okay but seriously #the castle is totally haunted #as an empath/clairvoyant/whatever you wanna call it i would hate if #alec volturi #alec volturi x reader #alec volturi blurbs

[genesiswrld]

SFW Blurb3: Kissing Liu Kang

Thinking about kissing Liu Kang. He’ll be in the middle of meditating when he hears you come into the room and try to quietly sit beside him to not disturb him. You ‘try’ that is. He can hear your slight shuffling and fidgeting and he knows there’s something plaguing your mind. “There is something troubling you, my treasure”. He turns to glance at you. He isn’t asking you because he already knows. Yet you shake your head no regardless. “I’m fine Liu. I’ve just missed you is all”.

He gives you a warm smile, that knowing look in his glowing eyes. “If you say so. Come here”. He says with a teasing lilt to his voice. He pats his lap but doesn’t wait for you to come to him. He instead pulls you to him so that you’re sitting on his lap with your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. The two of you are very close in this position and Liu Kang sees the way your eyes keep dropping to his lips. It’s as he figured, he thinks with a slight smirk. His left hand goes to hold you around your waist while his right hand comes up to caress your cheek with his thumb.

“You want me to kiss you”. His thumb now running over your bottom lip. You feel your face heat up because that’s exactly what you want. “No?” He’s teasing you at this point until you finally break. “Yes! Please kiss me please!” You say in a rushed breath. Liu Kang doesn’t say anything else and just leans in to peck you on the lips. It happens so fast that you don’t have time to react. “That’s it?” You ask in shock. He smirks again and you want to kiss it off his lips. “I kissed you, did I not?” His eyebrows raised in question.

He’s playing with you and teasing you. You want to punch him now and you’re getting annoyed. “Please Liu! Why are you teasing me!?” You beg and plead. He chuckles because you’re so cute and he pecks your lips again. “Alright, I’ll really kiss you this time”. He murmurs against your lips. He presses his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. You can feel the love he has for you behind it. Both his hands cup your face to deepen it and his tongue prods at your lips, your mouth opening to let it in. You moan at the feel of his tongue against yours and your hands tighten their grip on his broad shoulders, nails digging into his shirt. The two of you pull away from each other slightly, breathing heavy and eyes closed in bliss. Before you can catch your breath he’s kissing you again until you’re dizzy. The kiss is becoming sloppy and hard, tongues and teeth gnashing together and Liu Kang pulls away before he goes too far. He smiles at the dazed look on your face and your chest rising and falling with your heavy breaths. “Are you satisfied now, my love?”

Note:

This got longer than it was supposed to and got a little suggestive but idc. I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing Liu Kang and him being an absolute tease about it. The way I want this man so bad😩 (also when he tells you to come here🤭🤤)

#the way I would let this man do whatever to me😩 #raine’s blurbs #liu kang #liu kang x reader #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader

[popponn]

notes: soulmate au!isagi is interesting because while i know this boy will treat his soulmate right, getting into a relationship with him is prob 6 manga arcs worth if you are not in soccer world or someone he knew since he was 4. more on this. someday. but he is a soccer maniac and wouldn't give someone false hope. so. for now here, a brainrot product. no warning, just fall harder & down bad yoichi, the usual.

Isagi Yoichi knew and understood the concept of soulmates as well as the next person do. But, he didn’t actually really spent time mulling over it. For someone who spent most of his youth building his career in soccer whilst enjoying every second of it, Yoichi didn’t really put much thought into the name written circling his wrist. He remembered to cover it before every match to avoid unnecessary publications after he went pro, but it was also something that became a mere one time locker room conversation topic before it was never brought up again.

The name in his wrist belonged to a stranger whose path might or might not cross with him. The one who owns that name still had the possibility of not being ‘the one’ for him despite the public's popular belief, said the rational thought he had. Yoichi was neither deluded nor hateful towards his mark, it was simply there, just like his name was probably on someone’s wrist. He was fully ready for a life where he wouldn't know more than their name.

Then, he met you—a coffee shop, Saturday, 13.23 or so his watch said—then, suddenly a year full of your presence and affections passed in a flash.

And when it hit during the celebration party, a part of him started screaming at him the way it usually screams when he felt he lacks practicing in a middle of a match while also winning it. It was almost embarrassing how he realized he had since months ago returned your feelings—some of his friends said "What's with him now?", some said "About time!", and one shouted "Watch where you walk!" when he tripped over them because you were laughing from somewhere across the room. Nonetheless, Yoichi is a happy embarrassing man who thought he might have the best soulmate in the world.

For him who never thought of thanking fate of his soulmate, 264 days after your first official 'couple date' date, when you smiled at him his thought was, “I’m glad you are my soulmate.” He also embarrassingly blurted it out loud in front of his friends. Bachira and Chigiri had a field day on that one. Kunigami at least had the decency to keep in the group chat.

Then another 150 days passed and when he tied your shoelaces on the way home, he looked up to your face and see you gave him your smile. For a moment, he felt like he wasn't crouching to tie your shoes but to propose to you. Yoichi was either bashfully silent or stupidly jumpy for the rest of the day. Thankfully, there was no practice or match that day.

And before he knew it, everyday blurred with the happiness and unhappiness alike. Once Yoichi remembered what sort of sounds your steps made and what embarrassing stories you tried to hid from your middle school years, once he looked at you with promises waiting to be fulfilled and you looked at him like he was everything—Yoichi knew that he really was a lucky one for having this with you.

“Hey, you don’t have to wait for me and sleep here, you know?” Yoichi said to you, who were dozing off on his shoulder. It was midnight and the match he was rewatching in his phone screen was far from ending. As the camera flew towards the audience whilst another kick off was being prepared, Yoichi took the moment to avert his eyes away from the screen and looked at you,

“Hm?” you replied, less than half awake. With whatever strength you had left, you decided to snuggle closer towards him, murmuring, “I know. And…?”

Yoichi had long knew he was smitten since long ago, yet his eyes still couldn’t help but soften at the sight of you—eyes a bit swollen, face scrunched up in drowsiness, and yet it was still you. He looked at you and saw a future, which he wished you would accept once the moment for him to voice it out come. But, at that moment, he simply smiled and nuzzled his head towards yours, “Nothing. Just, lie down, okay? Here, use my lap."

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