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javierpena-inatacvest · 3 months

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Summary: After going off of birth control, your periods have been a little more intense than you're used to. What starts out as a stressful morning between you and your husband, very quickly turns into a night that bodes very well for the both of you.

Paring: Husband Frankie Morales x Wife f!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 5.4K on the dot (idk how we got here)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) PERIOD SEX, unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also they want a baby so), vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving, again, you're on your period but our pussy eating king Fransisco Morales is an unstoppable force of nature), creampie, praise kink, big fat nasty breeding kink (it's who I am now, I won't apologize for it), Frankie's got a NASTY mouth, Frankie is the best husband, reader is on her period/has period symptoms, talks about family planning/not being on birth control, use of nicknames (hermosa, quierda, cariño), reader has no physical descriptions besides that she can wear Frankie's clothes

A/N: Well... This was gonna be a drabble... and then it was just gonna be fluff.... and then it was gonna be just some implied smut... and now, we're here??? Idk, don't ask me 🥴 self indulgent bc I just finished my period (and my periods have been whack since stopping bc) and what better way to heal myself than imagining what Frankie would be like taking care of you 🥺 also pls be nice to me this is my first time writing Frankie and I'm v nervous EEK I hope you enjoy!!! sorry Javi bby, I still love u

Bitchy.

You wished you had a better word to describe your mood for today, but truth be told, bitchy was by far the most accurate.

You and Frankie were hoping to start trying for your first baby soon, and had recently gone off your birth control after your doctor had told you it may take a few months for your body to regulate itself before you had a better chance at getting pregnant. Your doctor had also warned you about many of the symptoms and side effects that stopping the pill could have, one of those being becoming more aware of your emotions and mood swings throughout your cycle. That, you were prepared for.

What you were not prepared for, was to feel like an absolute psychopath in the days leading up to your period.

Your cycle had been wonky the past few months as your body began to sort itself out- you had a feeling your period was probably about to start soon, but hadn’t thought much about it, considering your terrible and grouchy mood had overshadowed it. You had tried your best to pull yourself together the past few days, chalking up your grumpiness to long hours at work, or just being in a weird funk, but today, you woke up with a fire in your gut, ready to fight, and poor Frankie was about to be your punching bag.

Sweet Frankie had been nothing short of a saint when it came to just about anything, but dealing with your newly heightened emotions right before your period really should have earned him some sort of Presidential Medal of Bravery, considering that your newly discovered highs and lows while PMS-ing were just as frightening as any time he had spent during his time in the military.

Unfortunately for your husband, despite his best efforts, he had been on your nerves all morning. Not because he was really doing anything wrong, but because the little things that you were normally so good about letting go, or the patience you frequently had seemed to have flown out the window, and you were convinced that if Frankie even breathed the wrong way, you were going to absolutely lose it.

So when unsuspecting Frankie decided to ask you a simple request about after work plans, there was very little he could have done to prepare for your response.

“Morning, Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, emerging into the kitchen, his hand rustling through his untamed, sleepy brown curls as he let out a yawn and a stretch, the slight softness of his stomach peeking out between his t-shirt and pajama pants as he raised his arms above his head before settling behind you. He wrapped himself around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder as you finished putting the last of your lunch in your bag for work, trying to force yourself to focus on his sweet good morning, rather than the empty bowl of cereal in the sink that had greeted you first thing when you woke up, already starting you off on the wrong foot in your already irritable mood.

“Morning, babe.” You grinned, forcing yourself to forgo the annoyance hidden behind your smile as you pecked a quick kiss on Frankie’s lips before gathering the rest of your things for the day scattered across the kitchen table. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to make you breakfast this morning because I was running late, but there’s extra scrambled eggs on the stove if you want them. I’m really sorry, Frankie, I gotta head out, have a good day, I’ll see you later okay?” You sighed, slinging your work bag over your shoulder, your hands full of your coffee mug, water bottle and keys, your cluttered grip and running behind schedule only adding to your frustration.

“All good, Querida, no worries. Hey, actually baby, before you leave,” He paused, setting down the coffee mug he was just about ready to take a sip of, as if a little lightbulb had just gone off in his brain, “do you mind picking up stuff to make that really good buffalo chicken dip for Benny’s tonight? I told ‘em we’d bring like, an appetizer or something, if that’s okay.”

For Frankie’s sake, you couldn’t have been more thankful that you had your back turned to him, because if looks could kill, Frankie Morales would have been a dead man.

Every rational part of your brain knew that even though his request perhaps wasn’t the best timing, stopping by the store and making dip to bring to Benny’s for game night really wasn’t that much time or effort out of your day. But today, it seemed like every part of your brain but the rational one seemed to be functioning properly, and the raging, irrational part might as well have heard that Frankie wanted you to prepare and cook a Thanksgiving meal for 74 after you got home from work.

You took a deep breath, your grip tightening around the items in your hand, praying with every bone in your body that someway or another, you had misheard your husband.

“Tonight? As in, like, today, after I get home from work?” You questioned, trying to do your best to keep your tone from sounding too condescending.

“Yeah, we don’t have to be there until 7, I just don’t think I’m gonna have time to since I probably won’t be outta work until 6:30.” He shrugged nonchalantly, taking another swig of his coffee

Oh yeah, you’d heard him right.

You let out a deep sigh, even more over dramatic than you had intended it to be, arms crossed over your chest and stark frown spread across your face as you turned towards Frankie.

“Oh, perfect! That’s a great thing for me to find out about at 7:45 A.M. the day of, Frank!” Your voice oozed with ferocious sarcasm, now slamming your things back down onto the table to run your hands over your face. “No, that’s great, because there’s nothing I wanted to do more than to come home and make buffalo chicken dip instead of all the other shit I needed to do today before we left! Amazing! Thank you!”

At this point, you were almost positive that if your eyes rolled any further, they’d be in the back of your skull, letting out another angry huff as you shook your head at Frankie, who was looking absolutely petrified as he leaned back against the counter, eyes darting to the floor to avoid yours, running his hand over the wispy curls at the nape of his neck. Frankie began to stammer, trying to defend himself from your wrath.

“Hermosa, I’m- I’m sorry? I know it’s last minute, but you normally make it every time we go over there, I just- I figured it’d be easy for you to do? You can get something else, or I can try to stop by the store really quick on the way home, I just might-”

“Nope, you want buffalo chicken dip, apparently I’m making buffalo chicken dip!” You groaned, collecting everything back into your hands, swearing under your breath as you tried to balance everything in your grip. “Jesus, okay, I need to go to work, just- I don’t even know. I gotta go, Frankie.”

“Querida, I-” Frankie pleaded, beginning to trail behind you as you made your way to the front door.

“Frankie, whatever, it’s fine! I’ll make the stupid dip! I have to go to work, I’ll see you later.” You could feel the muscles in your jaw beginning to clench as you gritted your teeth, trying with everything in you to keep from exploding as you headed out of the house. Without even a kiss goodbye, you left Frankie in the doorway, watching you throw your things in the car and slam the door behind you as you drove down the driveway.

But as soon as you were on the road and your house was out of view, you could instantly feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes, slowly streaming down your cheeks as you began to sob, wondering why you had ruined the morning over as stupid as an appetizer, and even worse, that you had been a complete asshole to your husband about it.

You couldn’t have been more thankful that work had been quiet today- no meetings on the schedule, and no one coming to bother you, leaving you plenty of peace and quiet to continue sulking and brooding in your unpleasant mood.

Right around lunch time, you found yourself eating alone in your office, wishing your lunch was about ten times saltier and chocolatier than it was, crying to yourself as you watched a video of a dog meeting its new human sibling for the first time.

Just as you were beginning to pack up the rest of your lunch and start back up with your work, you felt a terrible twinge in your lower stomach that had you just about keeled over in pain, followed by that all too familiar feeling in your underwear.

Frantically scrambling, you reached into your bag to pull out a tampon, hurriedly shuffling to the nearest bathroom, only to reveal the murder scene equivalent as you pulled down your pants.

Your period had come.

In that moment, as much as you were dreading the pain and misery that was the next few days to come, you couldn’t also help but feel a slight sense of relief, realizing that you were in fact, not actually a crazy person for the way you were feeling, you were just PMS-ing out of your mind. You couldn’t also help but feel absolutely awful for your unjustified freak out at your husband this morning, your heart sinking with guilt as you made your way back to your desk, immediately grabbing your phone to text Frankie.

“Hey… I’m so sorry about this morning. What you were asking me to do wasn’t a big deal at all and I totally freaked out on you. My period just started, I think that’s why I’ve been such a bitch this morning. I’m sorry, Frankie, I love you.💕 ”

It was almost instantly after you hit send that the reply bubble popped up in your message, your heart pounding anxiously waiting for your husband’s reply.

“It’s okay, I kind of had a feeling 😉 babe, you weren’t being a bitch- I should have talked to you about it sooner. Shitty timing on my part. I’m sorry. I love you too, Querida.”

Before you could even respond, another message popped up below his first.

“Don’t worry about going to the store or making anything tonight. I already texted Benny and told him we couldn’t come. We can spend the night in, just the two of us. I can pick up takeout on the way home if you want and we can pick a movie to watch.”

You could feel your frustrated facade beginning to melt away as your lips shifted from a pursed frown to a small smirk reading Frankie’s text, your thumbs quickly tapping across the screen of your phone to reply.

“Thank you. You’re the best.”

“Of course. Hopefully none of your co-workers ask you to make buffalo chicken dip before you leave 😘”

“Oh shut up, meanie.”

“Just kidding. Have a good rest of your day, love you. 💙

“Love you too. 🤍”

Although the rest of your day was nowhere near enjoyable, given the fact you felt like you were getting punched repeatedly in the uterus and your personality resembled that of Oscar the Grouch, you knew that your night in with Frankie was your light at the end of the tunnel, and only needed to make it a few more hours before there was at least some sweet relief finally headed your way.

Despite the constant stabbing pain in your lower stomach and back, your drive home from work had you in much better spirits than your drive there, now not only having an explanation as to why you had felt like such a mess, but also knowing the rest of your night was going to be dedicated to nothing but cuddling up in your comfiest clothes and snuggling up next to Frankie on the couch.

As you pulled down your street, you were surprised to see Frankie’s truck already parked in the driveway, wondering what he was doing at home almost an hour earlier than he had mentioned he would be this morning. Gathering all of your things out of the back of your car, you quietly entered your home, confusion scrunching in your brow as you called out for your husband.

“Frankie? Babe, are you home?”

Before you could even kick off your shoes or hang up your coat, Frankie had already appeared at the front door to greet you, boyish grin spread across his face as he grabbed your things out of your hand, carefully placing them on your entryway table before engulfing you in a bear hug, his broad arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer into his chest.

You could feel all the muscles in your body instantly relax as your face rested against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, soaking in the familiar woody and savory scent of him, letting yourself be consumed by every ounce of his embrace.

“Hi Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, running his hands up and down your back as you looked up at his sweet brown eyes shining down at you.

“What are you doing home so early? I mean, not that I’m mad about it at all, I just thought you said that you had to work until 6:30 and-”

“Told my boss I had to head out early for a family emergency.” Frankie smirked, laughing at you playfully rolling your eyes from his so-called excuse.

“Last time I checked, your wife being a grump because she’s bleeding out of her cooch doesn’t classify as a family emergency, Fransisco.” You teased, giving him a little shove, making the two of you giggle in tandem.

“Eh, close enough. I’m really sorry about this morning, querida. I was a dick for not talking to you about plans beforehand and just assuming you could go do it. It wasn’t fair of me.”

“It’s okay, Frankie. What you were asking for wasn’t a big deal and I made it one because I’ve been a psycho all day. I’m sorry, too.”

“Well,” Frankie paused, pressing another kiss onto your cheek, the width of his palm gently cradling your jaw as you stared up at him and his sympathetic smile, “number one, you are not a psycho. I can’t imagine how uncomfortable you must feel right now, so even if you were, I wouldn’t blame you one bit. Number two,” he paused again, shifting his kiss from your cheek to your lips, his thumb delicately swiping across your skin, “you’re my wife and I love you more than anything, and if I can take a little time off to help make you feel better, it’s the least I can do. So, why don’t you go change into something comfortable, and when you get back down here, I will have pizza and ice cream, whatever movie you wanna watch, and a back rub ready for you, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, Frankie. God, you’re the best.” You grinned, pressing up on your tiptoes to let your mouth meet Frankie’s, the plush pout of his bottom lip swiping across yours, lingering just long enough to let the butterflies in your stomach begin to swirl, heat creeping through your cheeks in the tenderness of the moment.

“Of course, cariño. Te amo. Now go get changed.” With one last peck on his lips, you wiggled out of Frankie’s grasp to make your way up the stairs, grinning to see that your husband had already set out your favorite of his oversized sweatshirts and sweatpants, neatly folded on the bed for you to grab, quickly shuffling out of your uncomfortable work attire and exchanging it for Frankie’s clothes, your smile growing even wider at the feeling of perpetually being wrapped up in the essence of him.

As you made your way back downstairs to meet Frankie, you found your heart skipping a beat again to see that the better part of the living room had been turned into a cozy sanctuary- lights dim and candles lit, both parts of your couch squished together, filled with every pillow and blanket you owned, and Frankie sitting in the middle, giant box of pizza, tub of ice cream and your handsome husband waiting for you.

As if your emotions hadn’t already taken you on a wild roller coaster of a ride today, the adorable sight in front of you had you on the verge of tears again, wiping the wetness pooling in your eyes with the back of Frankie’s sweatshirt sleeve drooping off your arm before crawling into the blanket fort he had constructed for the two of you.

“Frankie… You didn’t have to do this.” You sniffled, curling up next to Frankie as he draped a blanket over your lap and his arm over your shoulder, passing you a plate with 2 large pieces of pizza.

“It’s the least I could do. I put on Hercules for us to watch, but if you wanna-”

Before you could let him finish the rest of his sentence, you were running your hand across the scratchy stubble of his cheek, pulling his face closer to yours as you planted a kiss on his lips, feeling your smiles melt into one another's as your mouths met. “That sounds perfect. God, how’d I get so lucky?”

“I could say the same thing, mi amor. You ready to start the movie?”

“Only if you also pass me that tub of Ben and Jerry’s to go with my pizza.”

“I think I can make that happen.”

About half way through the movie, pizza and tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, your and Frankie’s bodies were tangled together in a sea of limbs and blankets, contently snuggled up with one another as Frankie’s fingers traced lazy circles on your back and shoulder as you laid against his chest.

“You doin’ okay, querida? Need anything?” He cooed, his soft voice dancing in your ear. As if it weren’t enough that you had already been through the extreme highs and lows of almost every feeling under the sun today, the one you hadn’t been until this very moment was insatiably horny. While the mood swings you had mentally prepared yourself for with your new period symptoms, the constant other kind of ache between your legs you had not, and feeling the low rasp of Frankie’s words tickling your neck had been just enough to flip the switch to make you desperately needy.

Letting your leg slide over Frankie’s lap, you pushed yourself up to straddle his hips, running your hands through the dark curls of his thick, brown hair, and down his broad chest, your fists bunching the worn fabric of his shirt in your hands as your mouths became a mess of tangled tongues and teeth.

“I need- fuck- I need you, Frankie, please.” You pleaded between muffled moans, his tongue swiping in the parted space where your lips melted together as one, instinctively beginning to grind your hips into his, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants starting to grow beneath you.

“Fuck- You sure, baby?” Frankie rasped, reactively bucking up into you, making you whine as his hands dug into your hips, guiding you as you swirled over the tented fabric of his bottom half rubbing against your covered core.

“Please. Please, Frankie.” You were all but whimpering at this point, nodding frantically in approval as Frankie used the grasp on your hips to guide you onto your back, making you cock your head in confusion as Frankie scampered to the other side of the couch, back turned to you as he reached over the ledge, pulling out a thick, black towel with a smug grin on his face. “Did you seriously have a towel ready incase I wanted to have sex?” You snorted, shaking your head at Frankie, now crawling back to you, caging your body under his with an electric kiss as he shimmied the towel underneath you.

“Maybe.” Frankie smirked, breaking from your kiss to let his lips trail down your body, his hands toying with the edge of his sweatshirt covering your body as he pushed it up your stomach and chest, helping you to shimmy it over your head, leaving your top half exposed. He gently palmed at your breasts, taking each pebbled nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking at the buds with his tongue before letting his kisses travel down the soft skin of your stomach and waistband of your sweatpants. The clothes on your bottom half soon joined your sweatshirt in a crumpled pile as Frankie nestled himself between your legs, gently nudging your hips to let your thighs part, revealing your pussy, slick and shiny for him with your juices.

Even though Frankie would eat you out for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a late night snack, you couldn’t help but feel guilty that he still found himself between your legs during your time of the month, considering any other man probably would have scoffed at just the thought of going down on you on your period.

But, then again, Frankie Morales wasn’t just any other man.

“Frankie, baby, you know you don’t- Oh fuck!” You gasped, cut off in surprise as Frankie’s tongue licked a long, broad strip across your cunt, making you shudder in pleasure as his head perked up, revealing the devilish grin spread between his cheeks watching your chest already heave in heavy, shaky breaths.

“Oh I know I don’t have to, sweet girl. But I want to. Relax, baby, lemme take care of you.”

Before you could agree, protest, or anything in between, Frankie was back between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs as they draped over his broad shoulders, digging his fingertips into the plush softness of your skin, dragging his tongue through your folds with the exact grace and precision that he knew made you fall apart in seconds.

With flat, firm presses of his mouth latched against your clit, you could already feel your bottom half writhing under him, the perfect pressure of his tongue dancing around your sensitive bundle of nerves making you moan in pleasure. As your head dipped back, falling into the couch pillow behind you, your hand shot down, fingers burying themselves in the wild curls of Frankie’s hair, tugging at the thick ends for any sort of release as he worked relentlessly at your aching cunt.

“Fuck, Frankie, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” You whined, your praise only intensifying the way your husband drank every ounce of you up, two thick fingers now gently pressing inside your heat, curled deliciously as they rocked in and out of your entrance, nudging against your g-spot.

Frankie had spent enough time worshiping the altar that was your pussy to know exactly how to make you crumble beneath him, leaving you chanting his name like a prayer as his lips latched around your clit, ferociously sucking as his fingers prodded at the soft, spongy spot that made your cunt begin to clench and heat in your belly pool.

“That’s it, Hermosa. I know you’re close, baby girl. Let me feel you, mi amor. I’ve got you.” Frankie groaned, his words humming deep in his chest, placing chaste kisses on the inside of your thighs before drinking you up like a man starved, adding a third finger into your heat, the added fullness and stretch, combined with Frankie’s relentless pace, enough to have the tingle that had been building at the base of your spine now washing through every inch of your body. Your orgasm began to crash through you, your pussy fluttering as pleasure radiated in your veins, making you cry out Frankie’s name over and over.

Frankie worked persistently through your high, only pulling back after making sure that you had cum again, sitting back on his haunches as he admired the blissed out and ragged mess you had become, your pussy slick and swollen as your chest rose and fell in wrecked inhales and exhales, trying to compose yourself from the Frankie and fucked you senseless with just his tongue.

Wiping the slick and juices glistening in his mustache with the back of his hand, Frankie tugged the sweatshirt covering his own body over his head, followed by his pants and boxers, freeing his painfully hard cock as it slapped against his stomach, his tip red and leaking with precum as his broad body loomed over yours, sucking and nipping at your pulse point as you whimpered his name.

“Frankie, holy fuck.”

“Such a good girl for me, querida. You still want me to fuck you, baby?” He mewled, the metallic and tangy taste of you still lingering on his tongue as he kissed you, laughing to himself at the way you found yourself frantically nodding your head to tell him yes before your words could.

“Jesus Christ, yes. Fuck, please Frankie, I need to feel you.”

Reaching down to stroke himself, he lined his cock up with your entrance, easily sliding into your heat and brushing his tip against your cervix, taking a moment to let you adjust to his fullness. The whine you let out as Frankie filled every inch of you was nothing short of ragged, digging your nails into the skin of his broad back as he ever so slowly began to thrust in and out of you, dragging his length against the slick of your cunt.

“Oh fuck me- Fuck, you hear how wet you are for me, sweet girl? This what you needed, baby? To fill up that pretty little pussy of yours?” Frankie groaned, letting his forehead rest against yours, his sweaty curls now starting to stick to his skin as he pounded into you, rutting his hips at a faster and faster pace.

“It’s all for you, Frankie- Oh shit- only for you.” You moaned, your fingers wrapping around the width of his biceps, flexing deliciously as he hovered over you, sucking you in to a long, deep kiss, fucking into you over and over.

Even with the years between you and the ring on your finger, the possessive part of Frankie’s brain would never get over how the primal and all consuming feeling of knowing you were his, forever, your words shooting straight to his dick as a low groan rumbled in his chest, silently cursing to himself through gritted teeth, watching you fall apart below him.

Readjusting himself, Frankie sat back on his heels, hooking his arm under one of your legs to drape it over his shoulder, the new angle stretching you out in a way that had you seeing stars as Frankie rammed into your g-spot and began thumbing at your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your first orgasm. You could already feel the heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, your leg beginning to tremble hoisted over Frankie’s shoulder as he dug into the meat of your thigh with a bruising intensity.

Just like he would never get over the fact of knowing you were his, Frankie would never get over watching you begin to crumble under his touch, taking the time to memorize every twitch and twinge your body made as you came closer and closer to your end, always savoring in the moaning mess you’d become as you fell apart around him.

“Fuck, Frankie, Fuck, oh my god- I’m close, baby.” You were all but rambling at this point, your brain barley stringing together coherent sentences as you felt your cunt beginning to clench around his cock, the lewd noises of your moans, wetness and skin slapping together as your hips met filling the room at a borderline pornagraphic rate.

“Meirda, I’m not gonna last much longer, hermosa. Fuck, where do you want me, baby?” Frankie growled through gritted teeth, his eyes locking on yours and telling him everything he needed to know without you saying a word.

“Inside. Fuck, please Frankie, I want you to cum inside me.”

Your confirmation was all it took to flip the switch in Frankie that sent him absolutely feral, the thought of being able to actually knock you up now that you weren’t on birth control anymore, giving you a baby, proving another way to the world to mark you as his? The thought alone was enough to have him bracing every bone in his body to keep him from cuming right then and there.

“Fuck me. You want me to fill you up, querida? Fuck me full of you? Fuck a baby into you? That's what you want, huh?” Frankie moaned, grunting with each thrust of his hips, his rhythm becoming more frantic and shaky as he felt your pussy begin to flutter around him, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit, swirling them in frantic circles to make sure you came before he did.

“Fuck, yes. I need you too, holy fuck- wanna make you a daddy, Fransisco.”

You could feel the tightly wound knot in your core starting to snap, your legs trembling and breath shaking as Frankie fucked into you, finding yourself on the verge of collapse- but not before Frankie’s filthy mouth got the last word in.

“Jesus, fuck- Fuck, hermosa. That’s what you want, pretty girl? I swear, I’m gonna fuck myself so deep into you it’ll fucking take. Get you fucking pregnant tonight.”

That was all it took to have you orgasm come crashing through you, every inch of your body radiating with pleasure as you came, crying out Frankie’s name as you gushed around him, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head, your mind going blank and numb, the only thing grounding you were the incoherent ramblings of your husband as he followed suit behind you.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna cum too, fuck, fuck-ahhhhhh.” With one final thrust, Frankie could feel himself spilling against your walls, coating you with his spend as his cock pulsed, making sure he milked himself of every last drop deep inside your cunt before even thinking about pulling out. Moving your leg, Frankie slumped into you, splaying himself across your body as your chests rose and fell in sync, laying in silence as you let your breathing steady, coming back down to Earth from your high.

With a shallow grunt, Frankie carefully pulled his softening cock out of your heat, leaning back to admire the mess he had made between your legs, his cum dripping down the inside of your thighs and pussy glistening with the mixture of your arousal. You let out a soft hiss at the loss of Frankie’s fullness inside you, only to quickly be replaced by a gasp as he buried his two fingers back into your cunt.

“Gotta make sure every last drop stays in there, hermosa. Gonna keep you full of me all night, baby.” He mewled, carefully gathering his spend and pushing it deep inside you, making you whimper as he slowly pulsed his fingers back and forth, pulling away his hand to lean back into your body, engulfing you with an electric kiss.

“Holy fuck, fuck me. Jesus, Frankie.” You laughed to yourself, your head dipping back on the pillow as you buried your face in your hands, at a loss for words at how euphoric you now felt in your post colital bliss.

“Wow, again, already? Gotta give me a few after that querida.” He smirked, making you roll your eyes at his joke as you playfully swatted at him, making him lean in to pepper your body with kisses, leaving you squealing and squirming in delight.

“You are absolutely ridiculous, Fransisco Morales. If you keep fucking me like that, then yeah, absolutley.”

“If I keep fucking you like this, I have a very hopeful feeling that next month, we’ll have something else to care about besides period cramps.”

“I swear to god, if one of my cravings ends up being buffalo chicken dip once I’m pregnant, I’m gonna be pissed.”

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a-hazbin-reader · 3 months

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Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Violence, Kidnapping, Alastor eating bitches

Description: Alastor's X Wife!Reader who gets kidnapped and how he deals with that

Alastor's relationship with you is a strong one, the two of of you drawn to each other in an almost supernatural way

But you also trust each other's strengths and aren't prone to stepping in each other's fights

Regardless of how powerful you are

I got your pinkie fingers bby go kick his ass

Holds your shopping bags for you while you go kick ass

Unless of course you ask him to

He likes it when you fix his hair afterwards, preening like a giant rooster as you do

THE POINT IS-

It's not like Alastor spends all his time glued to your hip or sending you out with bodyguards

You can take a damn walk by yourself

You do have a target on back though, if not because of your own strength/actions, then because of your husband

So it's not unusual when someone tries to pick a fight with you

But when you're suddenly ambushed and kidnapped, against the fact that you fought hard to avoid it

Fucking holy weapons

That's new

Well I suppose you'll just have to wait for your husband to come and get you out of this mess

*spits out blood*

Not you bragging about how fucked your kidnappers are once Alastor gets there

He's already going to be mad that they kidnapped his wife, but the fact that they've now put hands on you??? Made you bleed???

Oh they're so fucked

So just sit back and look pretty while you wait for your boo to come and rescue you

And you do look pretty

Keep your damn hands off

Alastor knows something is up when you don't come home, knows that someone must've gotten to you

If the old geezer watched tv maybe he would've known a little sooner

Maybe he would've known that your little fight made the news

Tf was he gonna do?? Wait for it to show up in the papers??

BREAKING NEWS!! RADIO DEMON'S BABE WIFE GETS KIDNAPPED AFTER EPIC BATTLE!

But when Angel shows him that you've been kidnapped Alastor literally just-

Makes this face:

Oh he's getting his wife back

RIP Angel's phone 😭

He's visibly very calm about the whole thing though, which makes the others even more worried

"Well then! I suppose I'll have to get Y/N back myself, won't I? You all wait here, I won't be long now~"

Alastor does give them a chance to give you back before he comes and hunts them down

It's one of the most terrifying radio broadcasts people have listened to but this is his WIFE we're talking about

On the inside he is VERY ANGRY

Even if they do bring you back he still eats them

Fuck them he never promised them anything

They took and HURT HIS WIFE

If they don't bring you back then they're going to be subjected to slaughter like they've never known before being eaten

Not him using his massive demonic form to rip apart their safe house

Anyone who doesn't know Alastor like you do will think he's being surprisingly playful about it all

But as his wifers you know he's raging by the look in his eyes 👀 not merely playing with his food

Not wifey just sitting back and admiring Alastor while he works 💅✨️

Damn this is really doing it for me

Admires how elegantly you stretch and rub your wrists after your bindings are undone, so graceful even after taking a beating

"Thank you, Alastor~ Right on time as always~"

He begs to differ

"Anything for you, my dear."

Won't really look at you until you grab his chin and force him to, Alastor giving you a guilty smile

Le kiss

Leans in to touch foreheads with you, the two of relaxing in each other's arms amongst the carnage

Casually licks the blood off your face to ruin the moment before taking your arm

"Now let's get you home, my darling~"

Doesn't leave you alone for the rest of the night, trying to hide the fact that he's fretting over you

You want to take a bath and get cleaned up? He'll help you!

You want to lay down and rest after a stressful day? He's actually pretty tired too so you two should go to bed together

Will 100% broadcast their screaming souls as a warning to anyone else who wants to try that little stunt again

Falls asleep to it actually, one arm wrapped around you as he drifts off so that when he wakes up, he'll know you're right there with him

He doesn't think any less of you, he's been beat before too

Don't remind him

Will absolutely call himself your hero for like a week straight and land himself in the doghouse by the end of it

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# - 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Kento Nanami

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Satoru Gojo

Gojo has no shame, you should know this. It’s no surprise to anyone when they see the jujutsu teacher just waltz over in his usual long strides and (quite aggressively) places his head on your lap. And if you ignore him? Ohohoho he’d be a menace. From nudging his head on your stomach, to biting the soft plush of your thighs, all for you to run your fingers through his hair.

He enjoys laying on your thighs a little too much since he literally won't get up even if you have to go do something important.

“Satu, I have to get up”

“‘M? Later”

“Don’t you have a class to teach?”

“They can wait”

Suguru Geto

Suguru would be slightly more subtle than Gojo, but still pretty affectionate. You’d often find him reading a book or two later followed by a complaint of how stiff and achy his back and neck were which led you to now, sitting down on your shared couch and contentedly scrolling through your phone until you felt an unfamiliar weight weigh down on your lap.

Temporarily turning your attention to the man now taking place on your lap, a book in one hand while the other absentmindedly toyed with the fabric of your shirt, you stared at him for a moment until your burning gaze tore his attention away from his book, as if you were the one to invade his personal bubble.

“Hm? Yes darling? Are you not considering the pain and backache I’ve been going through for this book? Have some sympathy, I thought this would be better for my posture.”

Yuji Itadori

This boy would be so oblivious, not even realising the effect he had on you. He would be in the middle of talking about Human Earthworm 4 and would first start to lean his body weight on your shoulder before gradually moving down to your lap, even going as far as to readjust you and your position just like a pillow.

It would only occur to him what position he’s actually in when his one sided conversation starts to die off, now realising how his head and hands are tucked between your plush thighs - skin on skin contact.

“O-Oh uhm - I’m so sorry!

Megumi Fushiguro

Don’t expect this to ever happen in public but in the privacy of your own home? Megumi would be severely more touchy when he’s tired so when he’s exhausted? He’ll have no shame. Dragging his feet through the threshold of his dorm, his bag being dragged not too far behind he makes a beeline towards his bed where the outline of non other than his lover was hidden beneath the covers.

Leaving his bag behind, Megumi navigates his way towards the warmth of your body before toeing off his shoes and slipping his way between your legs, arms tucked beneath the plush of your thighs. Asking about his day you had to strain your ears to hear his response

“‘missed you. Wanted to come home earlier but Gojo was an ass. R’lly missed your warmth.”

Toji Fushiguro

This man has no shame. If you’d be sitting a centimetre too far for his liking you best know he’s gonna clamp his large hands down on you and drag you to where he likes. He’d even go as far as to lift your legs over his own thighs and (like a cat) paw at the skin of your thighs.

So when you happen to pass by his chair while he’s in the middle of a slightly less than exciting conversation he was having with a name he couldn’t even remember of course his first instinct is to reach out and pull you down, caging you between his two arms - his hands nicely warmed between your two thighs before they ventured and groped at any available skin.

“Stay nice ‘n pretty f’me kay? Don’t wanna make this guy uncomfortable do ya? ‘N keep your pretty mewls to yaself until we get home hm?”

Toge Inumaki

Bby boy just wants to be comforted okay? Is that too much to ask for? He’d already be so comfortable around you that he wouldn’t think twice about what he was doing.

You both could be lying down outside, one or both reading a book and after a while of resting in the same spot for hours on end he’d struggle to find a comfortable spot and the next best thing to a patch of grass? His lover of course. Toge would slowly shift his way towards you so you’d end up as a mesh of bodies resembling a ‘T’. A few squeezes to your thighs every now and then followed by a series of onigri ingredients,

“I should do this more often, you’re much more comfy than any pillow I’ve owned. My own portable neck pillow.”

Kento Nanami

This wouldn’t happen often at the start of your relationship with Kento considering he’s never had to (quite literally) lean on anyone before but it never bothered you, you knew before you threw yourself into the relationship that he’d take some time to warm up and you were right because slowly after months of quick pecks and fleeting touches - the unfamiliar weight of your boyfriends head leaned on your shoulder. The tired eyes and dark bags beneath his eyes said all you needed to know.

“Tired?” With a grunt of agreement, clearly too tired to even lift his head, you lead him down to rest on your lap where he stayed without complaint until hours later when the sun shone through the living room curtains and the blanket you managed to reach and place over top you both before swiftly joining him lay on the floor long forgotten. Nanami would all but bury his face deeper between your thighs - chasing the warmth they emanated while his hands found closure beneath them.

“Please, don’t move. At least not yet.”

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★ . . . 🇰🇷 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 , 𝐓𝐘𝟐𝟐

summary , the princess of kpop is on hiatus japan with a special someone but people are in denial until they publicly confirm it

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BABY

hey bby just booked the flight to japan

YUKI BBY

okie bby can't wait to see you

cuz dear god are the boys annoying me

BABY

what happened bae?

YUKI BBY

they were all just making fun of me for being "single" and not having dating rumors

BABY

dw bae we are gonna shut them up in a bit

YUKI BBY

okay baby

can't wait to see you

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when we were together you never bought me dinner yuki

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anon ─ here' a promot for S.Korea!S.Korea:Couple: Yuki x KpopPrincess!YNFace Claim: Wheein from MamamooStoryline:Yuki is being teased by a few of the drivers for staying single or having no dating rumor at all! And yuki shrugs them off. But during the summer break suddenly Dispatch/Koreaboo release an article stating that YN the princess of kpop was seen in Japan having fun during her hiatus and the photo shows YN and badly hidden Yuki Tsunoda having fun at a kartinh circuit with friendsSo, at first alot of YN and YT fans ignore dispatch's claims that the kpop super star and f1 driver are dating.But jokes on the fans because during thw remaining days of the summer break YN and YT starting posting and their friends start commenting on the posts like "Like heeey where's my invitation to get ice cream 🧐" (but yn and yuki dont confirm the relationship yet!!)Slowly a few fans start wondering if thw rumors are really true….but alooot of people still don't believe that YN and Yuki are together! That is until YN debuts in the paddock on the first race after summer break! And Yuki is holding YN at the waist as they walk towards the AT hospitality!So everyone is SHOCK!!! And Pierre is like you must really have strong rizz game because how did you bag THE YN?!!!hours after the race YN's agency releases a statement about the relationship which at the end has a note from YN saying "Please respect my relationship I'm genuinely 100% happy with Yuki"After the announcement, YN and Yuki post on their accounts about confirming their relationship

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I'm not gonna be in the Call Of Duty fandom anymore, well, the MW fandom. at least not fully, and I will explain, but first and foremost I want to clarify: I'm NOT leaving tumblr entirely & I'm NOT gonna back down either from my previous statements. So, allow me to begin as to why I'm making this decision.

The rape, incest, pedo and animal abuse pornography

Quite frankly, as someone who has been through rape and child sexual abuse, I find it ABHORRENT that anyone would ever look at such abuses and decide to fetishise, romanticise and glorify these things. I do not care nor want to know your "justifications" because frankly there aren't any. As a survivor, I am aware that the fandom is malicious and nasty towards people like me; I am aware that you people willingly and HAPPILY engage with such harmful, disgusting material. Quite honestly, I could not name a space more dedicated to the harassment, malicious treatment and utterly disgusting behaviour towards these topics and the people who openly disagree with them.

The racism

Before you tell me "Call Of Duty fans have always been racist", I am aware of that. But I'm talking specifically about the niche fandom (because it is niche). The fandom treats Black and Brown characters utterly abhorrently; from turning Gaz into a stereotype through to fetishising Farah and everything in between, the fandom's racism is progressively getting WORSE - and then x reader writers (who are predominantly white) only add to that by purposefully and willfully excluding Black and Brown people from fandom altogether. The racism within this space makes it clear that anybody who is NOT white is NOT welcome, and frankly, I do not wish to be associated with such disgusting people. To treat Black people as tokens, to purposefully KICK people of colour out of fandom - it's disgraceful and I hope that everybody is ashamed of themselves.

The ableism and saneism

The Call Of Duty fandom is NOT a safe place for anyone who has a psychotic, schizospec, dissociative or personality disorder. Plain and simple. From the colloquial usage of mental health terms such as "delusional", through to the "jokes" which are made to trigger people with such disorders (e.g. "in your walls"), and to the casual usage of anti-psychotic slurs like "psycho" and "schizo", it's obvious to anyone with just one quick look that this fandom sees people with such disorders as either their punching bags, their "memes" or worse: not human at all. And this also translates to fanworks, as quite honestly, I'm tired of seeing the same treatment directed towards characters like Nikto, because it shows that you people do not care about us at all. We aren't human to you, and we never will be. We are not even worth CONSIDERING when it comes to offensive language - it's degrading, it's dehumanising and it's exhausting to have to constantly walk away from fanworks that are so obviously made with malicious intent.

The homophobia

I am a bisexual/pansexual/omnisexual/queer/whatever you wanna call it man, and the amount of homophobia in the Call Of Duty fandom is disgusting. No, bisexual men AREN'T your "uwu bby boy so soft such a bottom bitch!!". You perpetuating homophobic stereotypes for the sake of a ship is utterly and completely and truly vile. How dare you claim to support LGBTQIA+/queer people when you KNOWINGLY perpetuate these stereotypes? When you KNOWINGLY engage in homophobic behaviour. You are scum.

The antisemitism and islamophobia

This is a touchy subject for non-religious folk, but I really wish you lot would all leave religious people alone. It takes you two seconds to look up what Muslims and Jews believe in and act accordingly. It takes you two seconds to NOT open your mouth when Muslims and Jews talk about their headcanons of characters being religious - because what gives you the right? Why do you feel so comfortable to shut down religious people's headcanons of characters? "Oh, he can't be Jewish because he's English", English Jews exist. "Oh, he can't be Muslim because he's Scottish", Scottish Muslims exist. These people exist in real life, and you saying that a character CANNOT be a Muslim or a Jew because of where they come from is little more than antisemitism and Islamophobia. Do better.

The apathy

When I say "the apathy", I mean exactly that. It is exhausting having to call out these horrid things time and time again and then see people WILLINGLY ignoring blatant bigotry by brushing it off and saying "I don't want to get involved in drama", as if somebody being a bigot is akin to a quarrel between two friends, or a disagreement between two people. If you aren't willing to address genuine harm ONLINE, then I'm sorry, but I doubt you would do anything OFFLINE either. If you're boiling things that actually harm people down to "drama", then I'm sorry, but you can't expect to be considered a safe person for people to be open with and to be honest with when it comes to their mental health or to their triggers. It's that simple. Your apathy towards your fellow man is blatant, and I cannot in good conscience continue to rub shoulders with such people.

Going forward

I'm not going to be engaging with MOST of the content within the Call Of Duty fandom - whether that's edits, fanfic, fanart, etc. I'm not. I've got a few mutuals who I've decided I WILL continue reading from or looking at their art or whatever, but for the most part, I'm not going to be active within the Call Of Duty fandom. I will continue writing for SOME of the characters, but my list of who I write for will be drastically reduced to just a few select characters. If somebody asks me "hey, is X thing saneist?" then of course I'll answer. If somebody points out to me that I took a request from someone who follows a rape pornographer, then I will delete that request and that fanfic entirely. I will still be happy to talk about the characters & games, but it will only be WHEN ASKED, and I will continue to use my DNI (although I'm going to change it a little so that the rape porn viewers/readers know I don't want them near me).

Of course, if anyone requires further clarification on anything I said, I'll be happy to answer and explain as best as I can! And if anyone feels emboldened by this post to come forward and share their own experiences with such things, then I will happily read through that, too! This post is 100% okay to reblog, and if anyone wishes to reblog it and go "This is also why I left the fandom", then I will happily hear you out. What I will NOT hear out, however, is any justification or defence of any of the harmful behaviours I have mentioned - I do not wish to hear it. Pack it in, and take it to 4Chan where you belong.

#ok to reblog #ok to rb #call of duty #cod #call of duty mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2

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shattersstar · 8 months

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hi ! sorry ! i'm the anon who sent in the romance prompt and #19 was "talking late into the night" 💗 and dick grayson please !

best friend

pairing: dick grayson x reader

prompt: blossoming romance - talking late into the night

a/n: what’s with all the friends to lovers recently u ask? i say..dont :,) this was longer than anticipated bc i’m a wordy boy anywho enjoy! comments r eternally appreciated and thank u for the request bby <33

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you're not just some lover, you're more than i’d ever ask for. though we may live far away, you're in my thoughts every single day. in every way.

Everyone had slowly filtered out as the early hours of the morning rolled through. You were the last one left, sitting cross legged on Dick’s sofa and looking at the mess of cups, plates and empty bottles. Dick was at the door, chatting idly with Kori before she threw her arms around him.

“Gimme another hug goodbye!” She called to you over his shoulder, making you giggle as you pushed yourself up. Dick let the door swing open fully and Kori pulled you into a hug, kissing your cheek before finally heading home.“Bye! Miss you guys already!” She called as Donna wrapped her hand around Kori’s wrist, tugging her towards the elevator while waving with her free hand.

You and Dick waved back with a shared dazed look before ducking back into his apartment. He huffed at the sight, heading into his living room while you lingered by the door. “I can help you clean up.” You offered, it had become a steady tradition, always the last one to leave and ready to help. It was rare for everyone to find the time to spend hours drinking and eating in Dick’s massive apartment, sharing stories both old and new, and letting go of the weight they all carried. If just for a moment.

You were sure it was why everyone left tripping over themselves and you were on the less hammered side of things. You didn’t need to let loose in the way your friends did. And while you were never apart of the superhero and vigilante life, you were still a part of Dick’s, and now many mutual friends. You had known him for years, a grounding point to something normal when everything was too much.

“You sure?” Dick called, gathering a few plates while you shrugged.

“Yeah, least I can do. Plus if you still wanted to go out tonight…” You let your sentence trail off, you never inserted yourself into Dick’s vigilantism. You were only ever offered mere glimpses into that side, and had seen him out on patrol only a few times over the years.

“Nah, my shoulder still hurts and I don’t think I'll sober up enough in time.” He admitted, making you laugh.

“What happened to your shoulder?” You asked, heading into his kitchen to find the garbage bags he kept under the sink. Dick followed behind you with an absurdly high stack of dishes, looking all too pleased with himself as he placed everything into the sink.

“I didn’t show you?” He cocked his head, and when you shook your head no, Dick pulled one side of his shirt over his head. He stood close in his rather spacious kitchen, letting you take in the bruising that danced along his shoulder, dipped down his collarbones, before tapering off into parts of his chest.

“Ouch.” You murmured, trying not to dwell on the rest of Dick’s body, the scars you had seen before that faded with age, and the musculature that made your insides warm. You were definitely still tispy, shifting away from Dick with an uncertain smile.

You turned your attention back towards the garbage bag before he could notice, heading towards the living room while Dick started on the many dishes. You picked up all the plastic cups and wrappers, whatever food had somehow fallen onto his floor or couch. You tossed the bag aside and picked up all the recyclables, dumping them into the bin in Dick’s kitchen rather noisily. He shushed you while chuckling.

“It’s like three a.m., if I get another nose complaint my landlord is gonna kill me.” He warned.

“Sorry, sorry, its my bad I care about the earth.” You teased, turning back to the living room when water splattered against your back. Dick stood there as you turned around, hand wet and soapy, dripping onto his floor. You opened your mouth when he flicked more dishwater at you. It hit you in the face and landed in your hair and Dick almost keeled over giggling. He hunched over the sink with his wheezy laughter while you rolled your eyes.

“I hope you slip and drown.” You muttered, collecting any trash you missed and leaving the bag by his door to deal with later.

You shuffled next to Dick, and began drying his dishware. You talked idly about how the night went, how nice it was seeing Wally for the first time in a while, and that Gar was really quiet today.

“He seemed happy though.” You stated, carrying a few dried glasses to their appropriate cupboard.

“Yeah, I think he misses everyone.” Dick said softly.

“Its okay if you miss them too y'know.” You nudged him gently, more focused on his side profile than the bowls that needed to be dried next. Dick looked over at you, sending you a dopey smile, it was all teeth and still so genuine.

“I know…and I do.” He admitted, looking away.

“Well I hope seeing them today made you feel a little better, miss them less.”

“Yknow if you really wanted to make me feel better, we could switch?” Dick asked suddenly, turning off the tap while you stared at him a little dumbfounded. Maybe it was everything still lingering in your system, or how whiny Dick sounded when he asked, but you looked at him incredulously.

“Uh sure?” Dick moved you over and took your place the moment you agreed, obviously much more content with his new task while you washed the last few plates. “Really taking me up on my offer to help clean huh?” You teased after a few moments, Dick looked a bit sheepish as he glanced in your direction, but you were smiling. You bumped him with your hip, bothering him instead about all the television shows you know he hasn’t been keeping up with.

After everything was washed, dried and put away, you two found yourselves back on the couch. “My fingers are all wrinkly.” You said, holding them up for Dick to see who scrunched up his nose.

“It was why I wanted to switch, I hate that feeling.” He shuddered at the thought, shoulders brushing yours as he did. You were sitting with your legs stretched out onto the coffee table, while Dick cross legged next to you.

You reached your pruney fingers over, brushing them over his forearm, much to Dick’s dismay. He let out a way too dramatic scream before both your hand, and his flew over his mouth. You were trying your hardest not to laugh, Dick’s face inches away from yours, pupils blown with fear and liquor. When no killer jumped out or neighbour came yelling, you dropped your hand, giggling while Dick let out a huff, disturbing the hair sweeping across his forehead. Dick leaned his head back against the back of the couch, and you reached over, brushing his hair from his eyes.

Dick looked over at you, grinning at the action. You went to drop your arm, but he caught your wrist, placing your hand on his chest and letting his fingers brush up and down your forearm. You curled your legs underneath your body and shifted to face Dick so your arm rested easier against his torso, the side of your face pressing into the back of his couch.

Dick had always been touchy, craving that physical closeness from both friends and lovers, and you had never hesitated to be that for him. To let him relish in your touch, or feel your warmth under his palm. And you knew he was still drunk, still circling that space of clarity and haziness, and his affection oozed easier with it. It made your throat thick, fingers twitching against the fabric of his shirt and needing a distraction.

You asked Dick about his weekend plans, he replied with closed eyes, fingers still stroking your skin. He asked you about yours, eyes blinking open when you mentioned a date.

“Really?” He asked, hand stopping, but still against you.

“Don’t say it like you’re so surprised. It’s just coffee, and it's mostly for class. I just think he thinks its a date so.” You said, trying not to sound like you were hiding something. Caught in the act and in the wrong. It was just Dick, the person you had been friends with forever, the one you had helped through most of his heartbreaks. He’d climb through your window teary eyed or call you ranting about how he fucked up when he had moved out of Gotham. And while your dating life wasn’t nonexistent, Dick rarely seemed around for your brief relationships.

Which was for the best, the candle you held to him and how it tore apart more of your relationships was not something Dick needed to bare the weight of. Even if it was entirely your fault. Your platonic feelings turned romantic at some point over the years, and Dick’s friendship meant more than what could end in ruins. You’d swallow your feelings like an adult and try to find love in someone else.

It was hard when he was so close, staring at you with his big round eyes, and curious about your life.

“Do you like him?”

“Ugh I hate when people ask that. Next topic.” You waved your hand, Dick’s mouth falling closed as he pouted at you. You brought your hand resting on his chest to his chin, and turned his head away from you.

“Fine, fine.” He relented, and you dropped your hand. You talked about the music you’ve been listening too lately, the throwbacks you loved and the R&B playlist Dick made and swore by. You bickered about listening to film scores, remembering movies you had watched together, or reminding Dick of them while he stared at you like you were crazy, and reminiscing about all the years spent being absolute menaces as teenagers. It was always easy to talk to him, to get lost in a million different tangents about things both big and small until the sun had started to rise and you both were half asleep. You were conscious enough when Dick threw a blanket over the two of you, but remembered little after that.

You woke up some hours later, your usually morning alarm chiming softly from the coffee table. Your hand darted out and you muted it blindly, about to push off the couch when you realized it was Dick’s body you were laying against. Your head was just below his chest, arms lazily pressed to his waist while one of Dick’s hands slipped off your back and the other cradled your head. He blinked down at you, bleary eyed and much less surprised. You had shared beds during sleepovers and cuddled Dick close when he needed it, but tangled up on his couch after a night spent sharing soft conversation felt…weighted.

Dick’s hands found your elbows, hauling you higher up his body and sighing softly at the contact. A smile had seemed to glue itself to his face, making you grin in return until he inched forward every so slightly and his nose brushed yours. Your jaw tensed as Dick stared into your eyes, maybe looking for what was always there, or searching for something yet to be found.

You didn’t know, the only thing you were sure of was you loved the little traditions and rituals that brought you to this place with Dick. And wouldn’t be who you were without them.

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title/lyrics come from best friend by mellow fellow

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #dc x reader #dc imagine #writing

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑫𝑬

** gif by the amazing @inklore who made this for me, love u bby thank you so much!!!

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

genre: smut, hurt/comfort

word count: 3.5k

summary: a retelling of the third episode but with you in it. Starts with Ellie reading Bill's letter.

warnings: spoilers for episode three, oral (giving), shower sex, piv, lots of emotions, hugging joel because he needs it, soft!joel

a/n: i'm still fucking crying tbh

“August 29, 2023,”

“If you find this please do not come into the bedroom. We left the window open so the house wouldn't smell. It will probably be a sight. I’m guessing you found this Joel. Because anyone else would’ve been electrocuted or blown up by one of my traps hehehehehehe Take anything you need. The bunker code is the same as the gate code but in reverse. Anyway, I never liked you. But still, it's like we're friends. Almost. And I respect you. So I’m gonna tell you something because you’re probably the only person who will understand. I used to hate the world and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong because there was one person worth saving. That’s what I did. I saved him. Then I protected him. That’s why men like you and me are here, we have a job to do. And god help any motherfuckers who stand in our way. I leave you all of my weapons and equipment. Use them to keep—”

Ellie’s voice trails off, making you look up from the corner of the wall your eyes were digging a hole in. She presses her lips together, eyes moving away from the heartbreaking letter. Joel’s eyes snap up, and without saying a word he snatches the letter from her hands and reads it for himself. You have the urge to come close and peer at the words as well, but you don’t dare. You zero in on his expression; the crease between his brows deepens, the corner of his lips pulling down. He swallows.

“Stay here,” he croaks, heading to the door.

It slams shut. Leaving you and Ellie inside, you turn to her, “What did it say?” you ask despite having a solid guess of what the answer might be.

Ellie doesn’t look up. Her stance is relaxed but the tension tolling over her shoulders is visible. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and answers, “Tess,” she says. “Bill was telling Joel to keep her safe,”

“Oh shit,” you whisper instinctively. Ellie nods.

“My thoughts exactly,”

You drop your bag, the sudden relief of it being gone making you feel lighter than ever. You know he’ll be mad if you try to talk about it. But you also don’t have it in you to leave him to wallow in his own self-pity. Joel is a protector. And from what you’ve heard, Bill was also one. Protector to protector. The message was abundantly clear and Joel had failed again and again. You hate to word it like that, but you know that’s what he’s thinking. He’s thinking about Sarah, about Tess. About Tommy who might be already dead. Now, he has to deal with you and Ellie. You, he found in Boston with Tess, covered in bruises and cuts, ration cards stolen and beaten to a pulp.

You turn to Ellie one last time, she’s already staring at you, it’s slightly unnerving. “Wait here, don’t touch anything that might kill you. Stock up,”

“Aye Aye Captain.”

And you leave.

The sun is shining, not a single cloud in the sky. Your eyes lock onto Joel as soon as you step over the threshold; his back turned, letter in hand, shoulders slumped. He looks around the neighborhood, then back down to the letter. He repeats the motion a couple of times as if he can’t believe what’s happening around him. You follow the path his eyes draw, looking around and back at him. You wonder if this neighborhood is similar to the one he used to live in.

“Hey,” you finally call out, your voice sounding scratchy. Joel flinches, he crumples the piece of paper and stuffs it in his pocket. “Are you okay?”

“We need to get out of here,” he answers, fingers tightening around the key, he heads to the garage. You follow.

When the two of you are inside, you see his resolve finally starting to crack. He pops the hood open, looks inside, and slams it shut. Pressing his palms into the smooth surface, his head falls, body shaking with his every breath. Your steps are silent as you approach him, your eyes trail over the roundness of his shoulders, the dip of his shirt.

You bite down the inside of your cheek, not stopping until you feel a sharp sting. Holding your breath, you place a hand over his shoulder, gently squeezing.

He flinches, it’s the most minimal reaction, something you only felt because you were physically touching him. “Is this okay?” you ask.

Joel nods, his swallow audible. “Yeah, it’s fine,”

“Can I hug you?”

He tenses under your fingertips. You don’t make a move until you feel the small nod he makes. “Sure,” his voice cracks. “If you want to,”

Some part of you wants to ask ‘do you?’ but of course, you don’t. Of all the months you’ve known him, he’s never once verbally asked anyone for anything. If you give it, he’ll take it. Your hand smooths a path down his arm, the other rounding his waist. You take a deep breath as you press your forehead between his shoulder blades, you feel the steadiness of his heartbeat.

Joel is still tense but less than before. Your fingers curl around his wrist, and your other hand lays right above his heart, nails softly biting into the fabric of his shirt.

Much to your surprise, his hand covers your own, thick fingers lacing into yours. It gives you courage. It gives you hope. You press further into him, hug him with your entire body hoping that the warmth you provide is enough to soothe him, even for a second.

“Sorry,” he grunts out, squeezing your hand, he brings it to his lips. His mustache tickles your skin, and he eases his lips into you, something between a kiss and a press of skin. “I don’t know what to do. I’m so angry all the time, there’s a weight on my chest that never leaves. You understand?” you nod and he continues. “I’m not like Bill. Not in the way he thought that I was. I’ve always been afraid—Even after…”

You feel him shaking his head, and your grip around him tightens. You do understand. You’ve felt it too, but he made it easier, help you lift that weight despite not being a man of many words, his presence gave you strength.

You want to stay like this forever. Holding him, feeling him. He’s incredibly warm.

“I’m not strong enough,” he lastly says, whispering your name right after. “I can’t keep you or Ellie safe,”

You feel the brush of lips over your knuckles. He allows you to cradle his scruffy cheek. It feels like a dream almost, which makes you acutely aware of how much he must be hurting right now. Your heart breaks.

“You are,” you whisper, fingers moving along his beard. “We’re going to stock up, find Tommy, and get Ellie to the fireflies. Then we’re done. Maybe we can even come back here,”

He scoffs, “How are you always like this?”

“Like what?”

“Hopeful,”

“It’s because I have you.”

You know he’s confused. You can feel it simmering under his skin, face heating up under your hand. He’s confused as to how something positive could be spurred from his existence. But it’s the truth. And he needs to hear it. He needs to know that it’s not only grief, and sadness, that follow his every footstep like a shadow. His strength gives those around him a chance to grow, a chance to be more human. Allowing them to live and relax while he carries the burden.

His methods might be brutal, and the words he says might cut deeper than a knife ever could, but it comes from a place of a twisted sense of love.

“We should head back inside,” he murmurs and pulls at your hand. “I’ll make the truck battery and we grab what we can while it charges,”

“Okay,” you take a step back, already feeling the ache of not feeling him against your person. “I’ll go check on Ellie.”

Joel doesn’t say a word, nor looks at you, he only nods.

You still can’t fucking believe it.

Hot fucking water.

You’re impatiently sitting in one of the guest bedrooms, Ellie is downstairs, already taken her shower and Joel is still inside, a soft slow of steam slithering its way out of the cracks of the door.

You sitting there and waiting for Joel to get out isn’t probably the most efficient thing to do but you can’t help it, you feel giddy. Your leg bobs up and down as you wait. The mere thought of having warm water rolling down your tattered skin makes your heart leap to your throat—

The running water stops and your eyes fly to the door. A couple of minutes later it opens. A wet, clothed, Joel makes his way through the steam. It looks mystical, almost.

He stops when he sees you.

“What are you doin’ here?”

“Waiting to use the shower,” you grin, not shying away from openly raking your eyes up and down his body. “Looking good, Miller,”

He rolls his eyes and pushes his hair back, your pussy bottoms out at the way his biceps bulge from underneath the flannel. “Well, I’m done now. Have fun,”

Joel moves towards the door and you jump up barely in time to catch his wrist. He raises an eyebrow, eyes dropping to meet yours. His skin is still damp, if you were a cat you’d be purring by now.

“Sit down,” you choke out. “I—fuck—This is hard. I want to—”

“Don’t hurt yourself tryin’ to come up with words,” he teases and you look at him completely flabbergasted. Joel Miller actually sounds amused. It’s a goddamn miracle. He twists his hand so it’s him holding you instead, locking the door, he moves towards the bed, urging you to follow him as if this was his idea from the get-go.

“What do you want?” he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. You’re standing between his spread-out legs, a chill runs up your spine. He reaches out and touches your chin. “Tell me,”

Instead of telling, you slowly sink down to your knees, fingers moving to unbutton his jeans. He spreads his legs wider as you tug them down, you trail your fingers up his thighs, feeling the soft hairs tickling the pads of your fingers. Joel’s breath hitches, muscles tensing under your touch. He’s semi-hard when you take him into your mouth. His hips buck up as you swallow, swirling your tongue around the head.

He grows harder with every lick. Your chin strains as you attempt to swallow him whole. You manage to take only half of him, your eyes squeezing shut at the pressure. Pulling up, you gasp for air. You kiss the side and flatten your tongue against it. Joel cradles your head, thumbs drawing slow circles, he guides you back down to his cock, pushing you further down.

“That’s it,” he breathes out heavily. “Just a bit more, always so fuckin’ good to me,”

He forces your gaze up, and his cock twitches above your tongue. You whimper at the way he caresses your skin, so tender, so gentle. “You are too good to me,” he repeats his words from before. “I want you to know that. I ain’t the best with words but…yeah. I’ll try to make right by you,”

If it wasn’t for his cock in your mouth, you would’ve smiled. Your heart feels so full that it overflows, the muscles of your stomach taut as you sink down, taking him until you feel the soft curls against the base of your nose. Joel holds you there, flush against his pelvis, heavily breathing as you swallow around him again and again. Spit trails down the corner of your lips, nostrils flaring as it gets harder to breathe.

When he releases you, you pull away with a pop, your lungs burning at the sudden influx of oxygen. You wrap your fingers around the shaft and start stroking him, he moans loudly, hips thrusting into your hand.

“I want you to cum down my throat, Joel,” you purr. “Use me,”

And he does.

The more desperate he becomes, the more stifled his groans get. He thrusts into your mouth, the tip of his cock nudging the back of your throat. You can’t breathe, you can’t think. Joel fucks deeper into your mouth, balls heavy on your chin as his thrusts become shallow. Your eyes roll back, your consciousness teetering on the edge of blacking out completely.

With a moment of desperation, you cup your mound, rubbing at your clothed clit. The friction isn’t nearly enough and you let out a moan around his length, the reverberations making his hips stutter.

Joel spills down your throat with a grunt, he presses his molars together, rolling his hips into your mouth. You swallow greedily. He tastes bitter, but that doesn’t stop you from lifting yourself on your knees to push him deeper down. He hisses, cock pulsing between your lips.

“Jesus Christ,” he slurs, head falling back. “Jesus fuckin’ christ,”

He pulls you off with a sharp tug, looking down at you between heavy lids. “You good darlin’?”

You slowly nod, lips parting with a soft sigh. Your mind is in a deep haze of lust, your body aching to be touched, to be filled. You want to say something, anything, but you’re lost for words.

“Shit, alright come on— Up,” he grabs you by the arm, helping you to stand on your feet. You shoot him a confused look, which he answers promptly. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Is it alright if I help?”

It takes you a moment to understand the question and answer, “S-Sure.”

You stand in the bathroom naked with your arms crossed in front of your chest. Joel wraps his arms around you slowly, still hesitant to touch you. He rests his chin above your shoulder, his torso bare, you sigh blissfully at the skin-on-skin contact.

“What’s wrong?” he murmurs, moving his hand down your stomach. “I thought you were excited,”

“I am,” you shudder when he drags his nose up the column of your neck, his lips following the path back down.

“Do you want me to go?”

You shake your head, “No.”

He murmurs an ‘okay’ into your skin and gently nudges you forward so you get in. The tiles are cool and slippery. It feels absurd being in such a homey-feeling bathroom after so long. It smells like lavender.

You stand there, too stunned to move until Joel joins you. He stands behind you, leaning over, naked body pressing into yours, he turns on the faucet, playing with the degree of the water until it pours warm over your skin.

“How’s that?” he mutters.

“Good,” a giggle falls from your lips. “It feels so fucking good. Unbelievable,”

Joel starts washing your body, the touch of his hands has fear behind them. A fear that you might vanish at any second. His fingers trail over every inch of your skin, exploring every curve and valley. You close your eyes, relishing in the sensation of having him this close. He washes your hair, taking his time, massaging your scalp. He moves down to your back, running his hands over your spine, kneading out the tension from your muscles.

His hands move to your front, lingering over your breasts, sending shivers down your spine. He takes his time, leaving no spot untouched. The water cascades over your bodies, swallowing you and hiding you both from the tainted world outside. Wet lips trail the slope of your shoulders, fingers slipping between your folds. He drags them between your slit, circles your aching clit, and repeats. Your head falls over his shoulder, your soft moans drowned by the sound of water.

Joel holds your chin and turns you until you’re facing him, he closes the distance, molding his lips into yours. His wet tongue follows the seam of your lips and you open up for him, he moves his tongue over yours, licking the inside of your mouth. He swallows your moans and whines as you start to grind down against his palm.

His tongue presses deeper, and your legs tremble. He grinds the heel of his palm into the sensitive bundle of nerves, groaning into your mouth when slick gushes into his hand. His cock lays above the curve of your ass, hot and hard.

He grinds into you, his cock pressing insistently between your cheeks. His hands grab your hips, pulling you closer to him, and his mouth moves across your shoulder and neck. His lips find your ear.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his breath heavy and hot against your neck.

“It is. I want to feel you Joel, every inch of you,”

His hands reach up, cupping your breasts, massaging gently. His thumbs circle your nipples and they harden beneath his touch, your breath catching in your throat. You roll back into him, your body craving more of his touch— of him.

Joel’s hands move down your body, his fingers tracing every inch. “Turn around for me,”

You move without hesitation. He takes a step back, letting his hands trail over you. You take a step forward, closing the gap between you and he takes you in his arms, his mouth finding yours. His tongue slips between your lips and you moan into his mouth, lost in him.

You allow your own hands to explore his body as well. He’s firm, arms strong and thick, hips narrowing as your fingers trace a path down within the water droplets that cling to his skin.

Affectionately, you caress his stomach. You gently press the pads of your fingers into the soft flesh, loving the way his chest heaves.

The water continues to pour down, creating a soothing background noise. He pushes his cock between your legs, moving through the slickness and sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

You move together, bodies entwined and breaths mingling. He lets out a low moan as you press your hips against his. His hands move to your back, his fingers tracing the line of your spine. He pulls you closer, his lips claiming yours again and again and again— He moans as he fucks your thighs. The bulbous head of his cock catching against your clit, the corners of your vision fade to black. Your head buzzes.

Joel continues to roll and grind, cock slipping between your legs with ease. During it, he slips into you, stretching you enough that the pain easily bleeds into the pleasure. He holds you, cock twitching as your flutter around him. You’re dripping and making a mess of him, he feels it. You know that he does by the way he bites into your skin, his growl vibrating across your body.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he says, licking the water off your skin. “Feels so good inside—Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good. I don’t think it’ll ever be enough,”

“S-Shit Joel,”

Your breath hitches in your throat, your hips meeting his with each thrust. He holds your gaze, fucking himself deeper, harder into you. Pleasure licks the bottom of your spine, heat rolling in your stomach. The water washes away the sweat but you still burn. Joel’s hand moves up to the back of your neck, his hand big enough to press his fingers into both sides of your throat.

You nearly go limp at his hold, knees bucking at the pressure. But you trust him, and you aren’t at all surprised when he keeps you up, pounding into you as his lips slither down your neck.

He moves his hand lower, skimming down your stomach and cupping your sex. His thumb circles your clit, and you gasp as wave after wave of pleasure wash over you.

You’re teetering on the edge, ready to come undone, when Joel suddenly pulls out. His fingers don’t stop, pinching your clit. You cry out his name as your orgasm rips through you, he holds you close as your body jolts. Your body is left confused, empty, yet still clenching as if Joel’s cock is still inside.

It’s so intense that tears roll down your cheeks, pleasure ripples over your skin, unfiltered whimpers falling from your lips. Your gaze drops to his cock, your eagerness to please loud in your mind. You notice that he’d already came, seed mixing with the water.

“I got you don’t worry,” he mutters, lips brushing your forehead. “You’re alright, you’re with me,”

You blink up, eyes finding Joel’s. A lazy smile spreads across your face, the water beating over your skin now cold. “Was that good?” you ask, kissing the bald spot on his chin.

“You know it was,” when you give him a knowing look, he sighs. “It was good, thank you, darlin’”

“I’m glad to hear that,” you grin, hands moving up his arms. “Now let’s get cleaned up one last time and get the hell out of here.”

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #tlou fanfic #hbo the last of us #the last of us hbo #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader

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spicysix · 1 year

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okay imagine coming home from the mall with robin and nancy and you’re wearing a new perfume that just smells absolutely incredible it’s as if angels made it themselves- then you go over to eddie’s to hang out, eventually he hugs you and he cannot let go because you smell so good

you can totally take this idea and do whatever you want with it I just got new lotion from Sephora and had this random thought😭 you can write a blurb over it if you’d like because it’s a good prompt “I would let go but you just smell so. good.”

a/n: first ever request! thank you, bby, for this lovely plot idea. hope you like it!

warnings: pure fluff! 🥰 AFAB reader, there's the mention of usage of lingerie. besides that, is pretty gn, no pronouns used, no use of y/n

word count: 2.1k oops that went further than i anticipated

↳ requests are open!

love sneaked in with the smell of you

You parked your car right next to Eddie’s van. The hood was open and there were tools scattered around it on the floor, and you guessed he was working on the van again. You wondered if that old metal box would ever stop being such high maintenance. Probably not.

Sundays were your official movie night with Eddie. You would take turns choosing films, and it was Eddie’s turn - thank god, because you didn’t have time to stop by Family Video today, after spending the whole day with Robin and Nancy in Hawkins’ brand new shopping mall.

You turned off the car, pulled your keys out of the ignition, and looked at all the bags in the passenger seat, pondering if you should bring your purchases in to show Eddie. Some of them were safe, a few new earrings and bracelets, your favorite band’s new vinyl, and your delicious new fragrance - you were already using it, by the way, having splashed it over your neck the minute you bought it.

But there were also some unsafe purchases, the ones Robin and Nance had convinced you to buy under threats of exposure - sexy lingerie. You tried telling them it would be a waste of money because you had no one to show them off to, since you were sure Eddie was not interested in you the same way you were interested in him. But they told you to buy them and try anyway, or they would tell him the secret about your crush.

You, of course, knew they were all talk, and would never betray you like that, but there was a certain thrill about buying the set, a tiny little voice in the back of your mind that kept your hopes up. Who knows? Maybe he would see your sexy lacy set someday.

Before you lost your courage, you grabbed all the bags and got out of the car, heading to the Munson’s trailer door.

The sun was setting and Wayne’s car was not in the driveway anymore, him having already left for his Sunday night shift at the plant. That man was addicted to taking extra shifts. But that meant Eddie and you would be alone. Just you, him, your new perfume and sexy lacy set.

Sure, you were okay. Not thinking about running straight home at all.

You knocked three times and it took him a few minutes to open the door, your feet anxiously tapping against the porch wood in the meantime. When he showed up, you could see he was freshly out of the shower, clearly having put on any pair of pants and the first clean band tee he could find - it was not properly settled, part of his tummy exposed, and you gulped hard before locking your eyes on his.

“Sweetcheeks,” he called you, making you swoon internally. “Come in, come in, I’m gonna get the popcorn ready.”

You followed him in, left your bags near the couch before meeting him by the kitchen counter. He was searching through the cabinets trying to find the popcorn, his wet hair dripping and dampening his shirt. You rested your head in your fist over the counter, couldn’t help but watch him as he moved frantically all over the place. His high energy levels, so contrasting to your own calm demeanor, felt so… right, somehow.

He stopped suddenly.

Turned around slowly, a pot lid in his hand, and faced you with narrowed eyes.

Sniffed the air, like a goddamn dog.

“Is this you?” he asked. You felt like a deer caught in headlights, afraid your heart eyes were too obvious.

“Is what me?”

“This smell, it’s- Is it you?” he came closer, set the lid down in the counter, went around it and sniffed your hair. “It is you!” pointing an accusing finger at you, eyes wide now, as if you had done something wrong.

Maybe you did. “Do you hate it?” you asked, voice low, clutching your hands together and looking at the bag by the couch where you knew your new perfume was in, the source of all your problems, the demise of your life, the fall of your empire-

“Are you insane, it smells amazing!” he pulled you into a tight hug and buried his face in your neck, pulling in a deep breath.

You got instant goosebumps, your arms immovable from the strength he was hugging you, breath caught in your throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ, sweets, where’d you got this?” his voice was raspy, and right next to your ear, and you gulped hard, trying not to freak out at his closeness.

Yes, Eddie was a touchy guy. You’ve always known, it was an obvious trait of his. From the pats on Steve’s shoulders and back, to the ruffling of Robin’s hair and the hugs he gave Dustin by the end of every Hellfire session; Eddie’s love for his friends was always shown through touch. With you it was no different - he would hug you hello and goodbye, would stretch his arm around you on the couch, would lay in your lap and beg you to run your hands through his hair.

It didn’t mean it was easy for you. It was actually very, very hard. Every. Time.

Because he would always smell so good, a mix of mint shampoo and weed smoke, and his skin callouses would tickle and scratch you just right, and you would fall just a little bit more every time. At some point, one of these days, you would have to stop calling it a crush and name it properly, admit to yourself that you wanted your best friend to be so much more. That you wanted those already intimate touches to grow even more intimate, that you wanted to feel his skin against yours with no other barriers between you, that you wanted to know the taste of his tongue on yours.

You spiraled down into all those thoughts and barely noticed the pressure of his hug softening until he no longer had his nose glued to your neck. But the gentle blow of his breath hitting your cheek set your vision back into focus, and his face was not as nearly as far away as you wished it was. Which, of course, just made it all harder.

“You okay there?” you asked, voice unsteady, eyes trained to keep looking into his, to not give in to your wishes of looking at his lips. Not sure if you were asking him or yourself.

“You. Smell. So. Good. It’s not fair,” was his answer, and unlike yours, his eyes were traveling all over your face.

“I got a new perfume at the mall today.”

“Hm, did you, now?” his smirk looked like trouble, it always did, and this time you couldn’t help but stare at it. “It was a good choice. I don’t think I wanna let you go, from how good you smell,” his fingers tightened around your hips, his eyes closed and he took a deep breath once again. “I want that smell all over the house, sweets. I want it all over my clothes. This shit’s more addicting than nicotine.”

You giggled, “Stop that. I can buy you a bottle too if you like it so much,” your hands toying with the hem of his shirt.

“Fuck no, it wouldn’t smell as good. It’s your skin, what makes the combo,” his eyes still closed, he shortened the distance between you again, his nose running up your cheek, his hand running up your arm, in such sweet caresses it almost made your eyes water.

“Eddie…” you pleaded, the lack of distance between you numbing your senses, you wanted him so bad, and he had no idea what he was doing to you.

“Yeah, baby?” the new nickname, whispered so softly right next to your ear, was the drop of water to break the dam. You gently pushed him back, causing him to open his eyes at last, those huge brown eyes of his that could make you do anything for him.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t do this. You can’t do this to me, Eddie.”

“What are you talking about?” he tried to come near you again, but you took a step back. Small - you didn’t want to distance yourself from him, but his closeness was making you dizzy. He seemed hurt.

“There’s no way you don’t know what I’m talking about. There’s no way you don’t know the effect you have on me,” trying your best not to let your voice fail, not to let the frustrated tears fall. Eddie seemed genuinely confused, though.

“I have an… effect on you?! As in like, a sexual effect on you?” his eyes were cartoonishly wide, and you almost laughed at the way he was phrasing his words.

“No! Well, yeah, that too, but that’s not the main thing-”

“Excuse me?!”

“Eddie, let me finish!” he mimicked zipping his mouth closed and throwing away the key, but you could see that, despite his fake calm demeanor, his hands were shaking. “I am… in love with you. Okay?” you decided to rip off the band-aid all at once. “I’m in love with you and this that you’re doing, that you do constantly, is not helping me. And it’s not your fault, it really isn’t, because the way you’re so obsessed with physical contact is precisely one of the reasons that made me fall in love with you, but it just makes it harder for me, because I fall harder for you with every single touch.”

You let it all out in basically one breath like you were exorcising it out of you, not that it was a bad thing per se, but it was consuming you and all of your thoughts and driving you slowly insane.

Eddie had zipped his mouth closed, but it was now open in a shocked expression, those huge brown eyes even huger and he was not moving at all. It was honestly kind of scary.

“Look, you don’t have to change your ways, I’ll just distance myself, and you don’t have to say anything, I know you don’t feel the same way so you don’t have to say it back or anything, anyway I’ll just see myself out, I’m so sorry I ruined movie night-” you couldn’t stop the tears anymore as you headed to your bags by the cough, to get the fucking perfume that triggered all of this mess in the first place, you were kidding about your falling empire, but losing Eddie because of your stupid, unrequited feelings really felt like a tragic fucking story.

“NO!” he grabbed you by the arm when you passed through him on your way to the door, him finally snapping back into reality. “What, no, what are you talking about, I don’t feel the same? Fucking god up in the fucking sky, baby, how can you be so oblivious?”

You were the one shocked this time, as he took your bags from your fingers and delicately set them back on the floor beside your feet, hands cupping your face, touching your foreheads together.

“I’m entirely, unreservedly, far gone, topsy-turvy, head over heels, à corps perdu in love with you. How do you not see it?” As he said it, you saw it. In the way his eyes gleamed towards you, the way his cheeks turned pink, the way he was drawing circles with his thumbs against your skin - so softly, as if he was afraid he’d break you like porcelain.

Of all the times he’d hug you hello and goodbye, just a tidbit longer than he would hug everyone else. Of all the times he’d stretch his arm around you on the couch, touch your shoulder with just the tip of his fingers, thread them at the base of your neck in such a gentle caress you could almost not feel it. Of all the times he’d lay in your lap and beg you to run your hands through his hair, the hair he’d spend products and hours to make look like it was effortlessly styled in that rockstar wavy aura, the hair he wouldn’t let anyone else touch.

You were as blind as a mole. That made you laugh.

“I’m gonna say it right the fuck back, baby. I love you too,” he said it right back, before his lips found yours, the scent of your new perfume building up your new empire, not an empire, a home for him right in the center of your heart.

And maybe, just maybe, he’d see your sexy lacy lingerie set sooner rather than later.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #lui writes

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tetsuromybeloved · 2 years

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get in the fucking blanket fort

♡ Rindō Haitani x gn!reader

♡ fluff

♡ request by @oikawascutie for the 100 followers event -> thank you bby for this request <3

(Tokyo Rev masterlist)

“Rin where are the popcorns?” you asked from the kitchen turning around to look at your boyfriend, who was in the living room setting the last things for the sleepover you organised just for the two of you. To be more precise, it was Rin who decided everything and forced you into building a blanket fort, after you admitted to him that you’ve never had the chance to build one as a child.

“On the isle” he answered and you saw his head come out of the blanket who was hanging over the chair. You chuckled at the vision and looked at the isle where the bag of popcorns was; after putting them in a bowl, you headed over to the blanket fort.

You placed them near the entrance, then took your computer and sat it on the pavement, “we are going to watch C’mon C’mon right?” you asked looking over your shoulder to where Rindou was.

He got closer to you and looked at the computer “no, we said Sliding Doors” he said slightly turning his head to look at you. You looked at him shaking your head “no, we decided to watch C’mon C’mon since we couldn’t see it at the cinema”. Rin raised an eyebrow at you saying “no y/n, we decided Sliding Doors”.

You frowned at him because you could perfectly remember the talk you had the previous day, “but we have already watched Sliding Doors, Rin!” you said pouting at him. “Yes, and? We are gonna watch it again” he answered, then got inside the blanket fort taking the popcorns without looking back at you.

You didn’t move from your place and crossed your arms over your chest looking at the little space you both had created with the blankets. “Baby?” Rin called you from inside but you didn’t answer. “Y/n?” he tried again, but you stayed silent.

His head popped out from the fort and you bit your lower lip trying to suppress a smile. Rin looked at you with a frown all over his face, “why aren’t you coming?” he asked.

You observed him and raised an eyebrow “because I’m not going to watch Sliding Doors, again” you said marking the last word. He rolled his eyes, “get in the fort baby” he stated, but you shook your head. “Please y/n, come inside” he continued, but you turned your head at your left avoiding his gaze.

He sighed, passing a hand through his hair, “get in the fucking blanket fort baby” he said, and you looked back at him pouting. When he saw that you weren’t considering of moving, he continued exhaling “fine, we are going to watch C’mon C’mon”.

You grinned and took your computer into the fort, being as careful as possible not to break anything. After you were seated inside you looked around the little space.

It was little, but comfy and it made you soften inside; it was just for you and Rin, a bubble that hided you from the external world. There was a small lamp on the right side, and pillows and blankets were scattered around.

You looked at your boyfriend who was observing you expectantly, waiting for your reaction; you smiled at him and crawled on his lap. You hugged him while he put his arms around your waist leaving a kiss on your head, “you like it?” he murmured on you hair.

You leaned back a little to look at him and nodded, “it’s beautiful Rin, I love this” you said. His eyes were shining from the little lamp beside you when he kissed you on your lips, smiling in the mean time. He leaned his forehead against yours, “I’m glad” he whispered.

You could understand from only his voice that he was happy you were experiencing all of that for the first time with him, and you were too. You took his face between your hands then left another kiss on his lips, “thank you Rin” you said and he nodded, a small smile on his face, and said, “anything for you baby”.

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dukeoftheblackstar · 6 months

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Doesn't always have to be opposites attract. Want me some double menaces! 😈😈😈

I want to a read a fic about clones meeting S/Os with the same energy. Like:

Fives meeting a fem version of himself is absolute chaos. Imagine the headache Rex is gonna get (ooh, I sent someone an ask on this). Fives probably fist bumping his girlfriend for setting the world on fire... Twice.

Wolffe meeting a big-hearted, stern, no-nonsense alpha bitch, yass please. Everything is probably so damn organized and they'd be so baby girls about it when they do discreet touching while at work like teeheeee ♥ but not here bby girl xD

Fox meeting an equally overworked, would die for you but not today because I have work, baby girl? Them having stale coffee mugs everywhere and having cute, fun banter on whose bags are deeper and act all sus over eyebag masks because they sure as hell know not enough eyebag masks out there is gonna work.

Y'all know them clone boys better than me. HC's anyone? Wanna hear your thoughts/thots

NPT on clone experts ♥ @freesia-writes @vodika-vibes @mandos-mind-trick @starrrgazingbunny @kimiheartblade @sev-on-kamino @arcsimper5 @cloneloverrrrr @wolffegirlsunite @dystopicjumpsuit @starrylothcat and other writers because I'm bad with handles ;---;

#♝#the boys #clones #clone love #thoughts and thots alike #tcw #tcw clones #star wars

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baratiddyappreciator · 4 months

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Baki boys with afab reader who had abs or just muscles

Simping hard is the short answer, but that's not what you're here for lmao.

Baki:

The first time you take your shirt off or show your muscles in any way, shape or form he almost breaks his own neck trying to get a proper look at you. He knew you were a bit more toned than Kozue, but he had no idea you were absolutely ripped.

He's got abs, he knows he does and he thinks they're pretty cool, but he doesn't really care that he has them. Yours, on the other hand? He could stare at the all day and never get tired. They're the greatest things in existence.

He'll beg you to come with him to train so he can see what you're doing that might be different than what he's doing. Do you want a spotter? There he is. Want someone to count your reps? He'll do that too! Honestly, you'll need to remind him to also work out or else he'll just watch and help you the entire time.

He'll take you to the arena once or twice and basically peacock around you so the others can see how stunning you are, you're the prettiest person out there in his eyes and nothing can change that for him, so he's going to show you off to the other fighters.

Hanayama:

He's seen a lot of muscular people, but it's different when you're dating someone that fit, because normally he doesn't care, but with you he just can't get enough. The first time he sees your arm muscles his brain stalls because hot damn bby, those are nice.

Your abs are nice, but so are his. He'll subtly compete with you to see whose abs maintain the best forms. So what if he'll subtly flex the entire time so he can win? That's the point of having abs if you can't look at them?

Try all you want, but your hands will never be as muscular as his. He's got big, thick meaty hands, and that extends up into his wrists. You try and hold his hand and it's just all muscle and tendons. He feels strong, and unfortunately for you, wheter you're amab or afab, you're never gonna be able to get to that level.

You want to go to the arena with him whenever he's going? That's fine. He's proud of you, so he doesn't mind showing you off a bit, especially to Baki or Chiharu. Those are his buddies, and them being able to see the hottie he bagged waltzing around the arena like you own the place is affirming to him.

Chiharu:

You take off your shirt once and he starts full-on licking your abs. No hesitation, no asking for permission. He sees your abs and he's on em. He's got his hands on your hips, and his tongue on your stomach.

He just??? Licks you??? All the time. He doesn't stop. Showing your shoulders off? Lick. Showing your bicep off? Lick. Abs? Lick. Lats? Lick. He's not going to stop licking you because you're just so damn tasty.

He's more than happy to help you workout. You want some weights? Sure thing baby, he has those, he can get some more for you too! You wanna go on a run! He'll book it ahead of you so the route is completely empty for you to enjoy on your own.

He knows you can take care of yourself, those muscles aren't just for show, but hot damn does he not want to put you in a situation where you might be forced to protect yourself, so going with him to the arena or to a gang related matter is off the table.

Katsumi:

YES! HELL YES! Curves? You got em. Muscle? You got em. You'll find him staring at you when you get undressed, drooling. He is looking very respectfully.

You wanna work out? He can work out. You can both workout together!! He has access to a gym, the dojo, anywhere you wanna go, whatever you wanna do, he's doing it with you.

He's gonna grab your hips and hold you close whenever there's something he doesn't like nearby. Is there a shady person around the corner of an alley? He'll hold you close and glare at him until he leaves. You're his pookie, and you might fully well be able to kick some ass, but he's going to make sure you don't have to.

You want to go to the underground arena? It'll take some convincing, but he will eventually take you, if only so you can see him fight and show off.

Jack:

Honestly, he's the most normal about it. You're buff, cool. Good on you, he is proud of you and your work, but like, he's also buff. He's fucking huge. This only means he might be a bit more open to being a bit rougher with you.

You wanna wrestle? Oh he'll wrestle. You'll see that mischievous glint in his eye only seconds before he tackles and pins you to the ground. Will he get up? No, silly, you wanted to wrestle, so you can push him off of you.

You wanna work out? That's something he'll agree with regardless. Honestly, the easiest way to bond with him is to spend time with him while he's working out if only because he does it so often. He's a fantastic gym partner.

You wanna go to the underground arena? Hell no. You're going to have to prove to him that you can protect yourself first, and even then, there are rules that he needs you to follow. He loves you, but if anything happens to you, he'll never forgive himself.

Kosho:

He's oddly quiet and pensive. He's staring straight into your soul really. You're so pretty, he can't help it. Ignoring the muscle, he finds you stunning regardless of how you look, but knowing that you're strong too? That just does something for him.

You wanna work out? He'll work out with you. You can go and bench press comfortably while he meditates in the corner and does some stretches.

He'll just randomly walk up and grab your stomach. Just full-blown wrapping his arms under yours, hands on your abs kinda grab. He likes touching you, and when it's someone else's abs, he can see why people like them so much.

You want to go to the arena? Him too babes, just give him the chance to train a bit more so he can make a comeback. He promises it won't take too long.

Kureha:

He wants to study you. Not in a creepy way or anything, he just wants to look at your muscles and really see how it compares to his own. Really, he knows the differences, but seeing it in person does something to him.

He sees your workout regime and then the next day he gets you another one, one that he said will yield maximum results, and he's not wrong, but it's a really heavy workout.

He's the type to just grab your arm and start tracing your veins. Just worked out? He's tracing all of the little raised veins in your arm up until your shoulder. He's playing with your fingers too.

You want to go to the arena? Sure, he'll swing by next time Jack's fighting and he'll bring you along. He'll just say that he's there to treat the wounds after the fight, it's the perfect cover.

Retsu:

Looking very respectfully, but he's embarrassed to admit that he's looking. It's just a body, he's got no reason to be acting like you're a fresh body of water after a draught, but it's your body and he can't help himself but think that you're just so beautiful.

He has a habit of rubbing your abs after a while. Just laying together in bed or on the couch? His hand is under your shirt, tracing up and down your abs with little nothings.

Workout plan? Done. Meal plan? Done. Meal prep? Done. Leave it all to him, he'll make sure that you have everything you need for your workouts.

A bit hesitant to let you go to the arena, but he won't stop you from joining him. He loves your company, he's just worried you'll find one of the others more suitable than him.

Doppo:

He'll poke you in one of your few soft spots and tease you a bit, but it's in a "oh, you missed a spot! Time to work on your glutes a bit more!" in that highly sarcastic tone he's used a few times.

He likes training alone, but he doesn't mind watching you workout or train when he isn't doing so. He'll bring you water, a snack, and a towel, give you a quick kiss and off he goes to start training himself.

He likes your back. He likes running his hands on your back, for a reason he can't quite understand or tell. He just thinks the softness of your skin and the hardness of your muscles contrasts so interestingly, he can't help it!

You can go to the arena if you want, why wouldn't you be able to do that? He can protect you if you need him to, and he knows you can protect yourself. The arena is a natural place to want to be in his world, and he's happy to include you in that.

#baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki dou #grappler baki #baki headcanons #baki hanma #hanayama kaoru #chiharu shiba #katsumi orochi #jack hanma #kosho shinogi #kureha shinogi #retsu kaioh #doppo orochi

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loveephia · 11 months

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I loved your post abt the boys with a ballerina girlfriend! Could you write more with the karasuno first years

:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! some HQ boys with ballerina girlfriends . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . (hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, yamaguchi.)

a/n: i had two more requests to this scenario for a second part, so enjoy reading!!! ;D @icelepearl6 i sadly can't @ the other anon. ;;

⚠ warning/s: none.

part 1 | part 2

SHŌYŌ HINATA

- he loves people who are equally as ambitious as him

- so when he met you, determined and all, he just instantly fell in love

- there was this aura around you that was just so elegant, and iT EVEN KIND OF INTIMIDATED HIM.

- but like this is hinata we're talking about

- he gets intimidated pretty easily.

- you watch hinata's games while he watches your ballets!!!

- AND YOU BOTH ARE SO SUPPORTIVE OF EACHOTHER

- he's gonna be throwing the most roses on that stage after your performance

- (not roses, actually, more like flowers he picked up from a field because he can't afford roses rn 😔)

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

- he said it was boring.

- and that was how your enemies to lovers story started!!

- when you actually started dating, you turned to kageyama and politely asked, "please watch my upcoming performance. you can sleep through it if it's really boring, but i'd be very happy if you just attended."

- and that was like an eye-opener for kageyama

- did what he say about ballet back then bother you that much?

- he made sure to be awake that entire performance, because although he doesn't understand ballet, he's willing to make you happy

- and boy, was he mesmerized

- the moment the spotlight shone, kageyama couldn't take his eyes off of you

- so yes, he didn't in fact, fall asleep

- and he takes everything negative he said about ballet back :)

KEI TSUKISHIMA

- honestly, i fully believe tsukishima watches ballets every now and then

- even waaay before he met you

- so when he saw you upstage performing for karasuno's stage assembly, he mutters a, "wow.. that was a pretty clean fouette." fully interested

- and the volleyball team members who heard him just go "???"

- he respects you because you're actually really advanced, and he knows how frustrating and difficult it is to get to such a point like that

- so when you two meet in the halls for the first time, tsukishima bows his head at you

- and you two have never spoken, btw

- but like,, you bow back :D

- you don't know what happened that day. did an unsaid acquaintance form? we'll never know.

TADASHI YAMAGUCHI

- bby doesn't know the first thing about ballet, but whose to say that he can't memorize the terms

- he comes with you to karasuno's ballet room, and if the instructor hasn't arrived yet, he helps you warm up

- "first position,"

- "second,"

- "hold on y/n, your form looks a little off..!"

- whenever you're feeling anxious for an upcoming performance, yamaguchi helps give you advice like in season 4, he uses an exit door or the shimada mart plastic bag to reset his feelings. ^^

- he helps you with your diet too, like a responsible boyfriend!!

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fuckmymunson · 2 years

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Special thanks to @littlest-dark-age who brainstormed with me, shared their controversial yet brave opinions and is my bby Batty ♡. Go follow them!!! Or else.... 🔪

Virgin!Eddie because I want to fuck the shit out of him and make him blush♡. Basically pure dialogue, gonna make a longer fic later♡(〃ω〃)

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

"What?" Eddie frowns, with faux confusion. "Do I have something on my face?" He asks the table, who is looking at him with wide eyes, and judging by their reactions, he might as well grew up two heads.

"Very funny, Eds." Jeff snorts, poking his sandwich. "Don't expect us to believe you that easily."

"Don't know what'cha talking 'bout, dude." Eddie shrugs.

The bastard had the audacity.

For starters, his long wavy hair was tied up, and he never ties up his hair, less in a messy bun like he as rocking in that moment. His hellfire shirt was a couple sizes bigger, so the V line was lower, exposing some of his tattoos, and of course, along with his neck, the stars of the show.

A bunch of hickeys, bites, and what appear to be scratches, every here and there.

"Don't try to play us dumb, dude." Gareth laughs, covering his mouth with his hand. "You? Getting laid?"

"What?" Eddie now is actually pissed. "Excuse me?"

"Dude, we are the freaks, do you really expect us to believe you aren't a virgin anymore? And a fleshlight doesn't count."

"What's a fleshlight?" Dustin asks, tilting his hand and lowering his orange juice. Mike rolls his eyes and whispers something in his ear. "Ew! Eddie please tell me you don't have one of those."

"Yeah, toys don't count." Jeff adds. "And to get laid, you need to actually talk to girls, and you know girls don't even look at our direction."

"I beg your pardon?" Eddie places a dramatic ringed hand on his chest. "Not that's anyone's business, but I do have a girlfriend!"

The whole table bursts out laughing, so loudly that a few tables looked at them, confused and a bit annoyed. Eddie is furious now. Was it that hard to believe?

"Sorry, I didn't knew I was a comedian." His tone is dead serious. He crosses his arms over his chest pouting. "For your information, I do get laid, in fact, my fucking first time was better than whatever you'll ever experience in your pathetic lives."

"It's true!" Eddie chirps.

"Can we please have one lunch without fighting?" Mike complains and Eddie shows him his middle finger.

"You're just jealous I was the first one who's not a virgin anymore." Eddie opens his lunchbox, where he keeps his goodies, a few pens and an eraser, and a bag of cookies. "She is the prettiest woman in the whole school— In the world! And goddamn it she was wild and unstoppable, I swear I couldn't feel my legs..." He has the sudden urge to brag about it, even if he was nervous the whole time and you had to lead him through the whole experience. "She kept touching me, she's basically obsessed with me, you know, babes love me, I'm irresistible."

"C'mon dude, we believe you." Gareth says, which is an obvious lie, they weren't even trying to hide their mocking. "Sure, I'm sure your girl is really pretty."

"This girlfriend you're talking about, is in this room with us?" Jeff teases, making the whole table laugh again.

"You know what? Fuck off." Eddie rolls his eyes, of course they wouldn't get it, they still were a weak group of virgins. He stands up violently, his back colliding with someone behind him.

"Hey!" You say, frowning. "Watch it, Munson."

"Shit!" He exclaims, helping you get on your feet. "Sorry princess, wasn't paying attention."

"Whatever." You reply, smiling. "Here." You hand him a hello kitty lunchbox, bright and pink. "I brought you lunch, I know you never eat."

"Thanks, peaches." Eddie smirks and kisses your cheek, wrapping and arm around your waist lovingly.

"Guys." He raises his voice, pleased at the starstruck faces of the rest of the hellfire club. "This is my girlfriend. Friends, girlfriend. Girlfriend, friends." Eddie kisses your cheek, making you giggle.

"Hi." You wave at them, smiling. "Eddie talks about you all the time!"

"So, you're really his girlfriend? Like, he asked you and all? Like, for real? A couple?" Jeff asks, and Gareth nods.

"Thank god the toy thing isn't real." Dustin sighs in relief.

"What toy?" You ask, looking at Eddie who just blushes and brushes it off.

"Nothin' babe, don't worry 'bout it. Yes, my fellow comrades, this beautiful woman right here is my girlfriend! My passionate lover, and the one who made me a man last night, if you know what I mean." Eddie winks and hooks a finger under his shirt, pulling it down, exposing even more hickeys and love bites. You gasp and smack him in the shoulder.

"Eddie! Shut up!"

"Now, I think someone owes me an apology..."

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x female reader #virgin!eddie #eddie by omel!#eddie bittie babie #omenhel's little drabbles!

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jybyls · 2 months

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Date

Synopsis: Your girlfriend takes you out on a date for your 4 months anniversary.

Warnings: None, I think

Words: 1.2k ~

I've been dating Emma for 4 months now. Today, she decided to take me in a date to celebrate our 4 months which I think is super cute but I'm kinda stressed because she didn't tell me where we were going I just know it's gonna be somewhere calm with no people, that's the only thing she told me.

Right now, I'm adding some details to the drawing I've made of Em for her. She once told me she loves my drawings and that she loves even more watching me draw, and since I can't stop drawing for her, her reactions are so adorable every time I give those drawings to her.

Em <3

Emma: Hey baby, look at your widow <3 - 10:23 a.m

I immediately smiled when I saw her notification, and my smile widened when I read the text. I jump off my chair and look through my widow and see my amazing girlfriend looking ever so beautiful. She's wearing a long dark orange dress with a little handbag on one hand and flowers with her phone on the other.

We smiled and waved at each other like idiots she pulled out her phone and took a pic of me.

Em <3

Emma: *photo*

Emma: You look breathtaking, darling - 10:25 a.m

I giggled and blushed before taking a pic of her, too

You: *photo*

You: You look like a dream, Em - 10:25 a.m

I looked up, seeing her rolling her eyes and smiling at my text, I laughed at her reaction.

Em <3

Emma: Are you coming down or what ? - 10:26 a.m

It was my turn to roll my eyes at her text. I took my bag with all my stuff in it, not forgetting the draw I made for her, I ran downstairs, taking my keys.

I open the front door, and Emma and I immediately start running toward each other's arms. She holds me by my waist slightly picking me up, my arms are hooked around her neck, and her face is buried in my neck.

"Happy 4 months, baby." She muffled, not moving her face from my neck. I giggle at her silliness. "Happy 4 months, Em." I said, pulling away to see her face. She looked at me, her eyes lighting up, and so did mine as we looked at each other's eyes before she leaned in kissing me passionately. A slow, loving kiss.

I pulled away apparently too quickly for her because she immediately chased my lips again. "Wait." I said, smiking. "What ? What's wrong ?" She asked, kinda worried, "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to give you this." I handed her the drawing, her eyes widen, her smile was so big I felt so content. "Oh my God ! Thank you so much, baby !" She said, bringing me to her embrace again. "You're welcome, sweetheart." I laughed, feeling her head dinging more in the crock of my neck. She pulled away and said "Well now my flower looks lame next to your art." Her lips forming a pout. "No, don't say that I love it." I tried to reassure her and pecked her pout away she smiled right after I did that.

"Shall we go, my love ?" I softly nodded, smiling at her as she took my hand and gave me the flower she brought me in the other hand. "Alright, let's go !" She opened the car door for me, I whispered a small 'thank you' she kissed my hand that she was still holding like I was a princess - her princess.

We've been driving for 30 minutes with calm music playing through the car's speakers. "We're almost there, but we're gonna have to walk a little." Emma said while stroking my thigh to get my attention. She quickly looked at me before putting her eyes back on the road. "Oh, alright. I can't wait to see where we're going to have our date !" I was genuinely excited and curious to see where she decided to take me. She gently took my hand and kissed it before saying, "You're gonna love it."

After parking the car, Emma told me we're gonna walk a little bit before arriving. Something like 10 minutes later, we finally arrived at the spot Emma chose for our date.

It was amazingly beautiful. I was looking around, not saying a word too speechless to speak from how amazed I am of the beauty of the place. "Soooo ? What do you think ?" Emma pulled me out of my thoughts, I looked at her as I was processing what she just asked me. I love how she didn't look stressed she was totally confident. She knew I would've love the place, and she's damn right. "I adore it, baby ! It's amazing. Thank you so much for bringing me here ! I want it to become our spot." I said, jumping in her arms, we were both smiling like crazy. "I'm glad so you like it y/n, and yes, it's going to become our spot." She said before kissing ne deeply but softly with her hands on my waist, holding me close to her. My arms were wrapped around her neck. "Ok, ok, let's set everything down because I'm getting hungry. Plus, I wanna see what you made for us." I said, pulling away from the kiss.

Emma's POV:

Y/n pulled away from the kiss a way too quickly for my liking, but the little giggling that came out of her mouth was worth breaking the kiss. Since I'm a good girlfriend, I did as I'm told and set everything down. I'm was getting stressed because what if she doesn't like what I made ? But I quickly brushed the thought away and focused on my girl, who was asking for my help.

- Time skip -

"I haven't eaten something this good in a whileeeee." Y/n laughed, which made me smile and chuckle at her comment. "I put everything I had for this to be good enough for you." I kissed her hand, which made her blush violently. "It's more than enough. Thank you so much, Em."

"You're very welcome, sweetheart. Do you wanna do something orrrr ?" I asked her, balancing our hands together. "Let's go to your place." She winked at me, and now I was the one blushing violently.

We arrived home around 1.20pm because someone apparently needed a new pair of headphones, and also because this someone wouldn't let me pay her the headphones. We "fought" about it for 20 mins. She eventually gave up and let me pay for it, but now she won't let it go.

"Baby, it's alright. I wanted to buy you these." I pitifully tried to make her pet go if the subject. "Yeah, I know, but you didn't have to, and I should be the one buying something anyway." She argued back, but I didn't understand what she meant. "Why shoul you be the one buying something ?" "Because you took me one a date, so I should buy something as a thank you, like it's unfair you take me one a date AND you buy me new headphones and I gave you nothing." She pouted at me. She actually looked upset. I cupped her face with both my hands and kissed her pout away, "Hey, it's alright. I wanted to do this for you, I don't want you to give me anything, and you already gave me something." She forwns her eyebrows, clearly asking me to continue.

"You gave me your time, and your love." She smiled and put her hands on mine. We both leaned to kiss each other.

That was the best day ever.

Guys-

That was one of the first imagine, if not THE first thing I ever wrote, and I'm too goddamn lazy to rewrite this, so deal with it. (Hope you like it, tho)

Anyway, have a good day/night. Love y'all <33

#Spotify #emma myers #emma myers imagine #emma myers x reader #emma myers x fem!reader #oneshot

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