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eddie munson x fem!reader FLUFF

18+ because some sexual themes. Overall, just fluff

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Eddie is drunk and whiny because he's jealous of Steve. Not my gif. Would have tagged if I knew.

part 2 out now

A heavy arm clad in leather slumped around your shoulders.

You turned your head and were met with your alcohol reeking best friend, Eddie.

"Well helllllloo there, pretty girl. Come here often?" He winked at you, eyes hazy and body swaying.

"Eddie, this is my house." You laughed through your nose and wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him.

Music thumped throughout your house, and people were scattered in each corner. You weren't necessarily popular, but it was you and Eddie's idea to throw a party so he could make some quick cash. With the help of King Steve, of course. Seeing how he was already drunk, he must have already made his rounds. Unfortunately you had to work and didn't arrive until around 9 pm, about 3 hours into the party. Eddie was absolutely wasted and probably was on something else, too. You never knew with him.

"Steve.. the fuck is in this?" You took a sip of your drink and cringed. He laughed and shrugged, taking a sip and mirroring your reaction.

"Huh." Eddie huffed next to you, eyes narrowing and darting back and forth between you two.

"Should we whip together a new punch? May have put a little bit too much rum in this one." Steve pinched his thumb and pointer finger together, taking a couple steps back in the direction of your kitchen.

You were about to follow him when Eddie's arm tightened around you, leather squeaking against your shoulder. You looked at him quizzically when he let out a whiny groan.

"Eddie.. What's up? Do you feel okay?" He pulled his arm off you so that you could face him.

His cheeks were flushed and eyes hooded as he gazed down at you.

"Jus' want you to stay with me 's all.." He clumsily placed a hand on your waist and pulled you toward him. "You always gotta be aroun' King Steve… hmph." His lips turned down into a pout.

Your brain short circuited and you stared at him trying to piece together what's making him so mopey. Of course you were often around Steve. Though he hasn't asked you out yet, there was definitely something going on between you two.

You nervously laughed and gripped the front of his leather jacket as he stumbled back a bit. Your head was getting fuzzy yourself and you wished you were able to think a bit clearer.

"I think you should take a rest, Eds.." Your eyes trailed around the living room, pushing him toward the half empty sofa.

His fingers tightened on your waist as he was about to sit down and you pulled yourself from his grip gently. His lips turned down even more and he slumped his shoulders before he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"Fine. Go with your new boyfriend 'cause he's just s' cool with his cool hair and his cool coolness." He waved you off as he dramatically crossed his arms like a kid and huffed.

"Stop being a baby. I'll be right back." You gave him a deadpan expression and stuck your tongue out, tapping your shoe against his before going into the kitchen.

Steve was sitting on the counter with his arms crossed, various bottles of liquor, mixers, and other drinks littered across your island table.

"Soo.." He kicked himself off the counter to stand beside you, eyes scanning over all the ingredients.

"Is Eddie alright?" He itched the back of his neck as his eyes peeked through the doorway to where Eddie sat, still grumpy but now playing with a glowstick that someone left on the coffee table. Him and Steve were friends, actually, but he was so blasted that he was letting his feelings show a little too much.

"He's fine.." You laughed, shaking your head. "Such a big baby."

You both made the new punch and talked about random stuff, almost an hour passing before Eddie waddled in the kitchen.

"You two lovebirds done yet? I'm thirsty." He leaned his shoulder on the doorframe, seemingly a little less drunk than before as he scowled at Steve.

You gave him an annoyed look at his comment before filling a cup and handing it to him, which he just took from you and set it on the counter.

He stared at Steve with his tongue in his cheek before kissing his teeth and grabbing his cup before disappearing again.

You opened your mouth to call for him as Steve put a hand on your shoulder.

"You should uh.. go check on him." He nodded his head toward the door.

You clenched your teeth as you weaved in and out of people. You were pissed, to say the least, because it felt like you were babysitting instead of enjoying the party. It took you almost twenty minutes to find Mr. Crankypants laying in your backyard. You trudged over to him, fists clenched by your sides and the water bottle you were holding crunching in your grip.

"Eddie, what is wrong with you?" You looked down at him, crossing your arms.

His eyes left the stars and met yours, widening as he stuck an arm up and pointed at you.

"Ah! My favorite star just appeared!!" He yelled, hand flapping in excitement.

You struggled to keep the scowl on your face, failing miserably as Eddie beamed at you, laughing at himself.

You sighed as he stood up, dusting himself off and eyes looking into yours fondly.

"You okay?" You stepped forward and placed a hand on his arm.

He let himself fall forward and stuffed his face into your neck, arms clenching around your waist.

"Woa-"

"Miss you, sweetheart.." He mumbled, lips brushing up against your neck.

"You're the one who ran off, silly." You hugged him tighter.

"Y-yeah but…" His voice cracked and you pinched your eyebrows together.

"Don' go with him, please." Eddie stuffed his face further into your neck when you tried to pull away.

You'd never been this close before, aside from his side hugs.

"What are you talking about, Eddie." You whispered.

He sighed, hot breath warming your throat. You pulled back and looked into his eyes, waiting for an explanation.

"Uhm.." He furrowed his eyebrows and puckered his lips.

"What're we talking about?" He quirked an eyebrow up. "Too much vodka-"

You rolled your eyes and pinched his cheek.

"Eddie. You don't want me around Steve." You blurted out, patience wearing thin.

His mouth opened and closed, lips turning downward and eyes glazing over with tears. You gasped and put your hands up.

"H-hey, it's fine- we don't have to talk about it." You hurriedly tried to change the subject.

He bowed his head down and sniffled as a tear rolled down his nose. Your heart sank when you tried to grab his hand, his whole body shrinking away from you. You said his name again but he only shook his head, huffing as more tears came out.

"Jus' wish I had a chance 's all." He hiccuped and angrily wiped his face with his sleeve, hair covering his face from your view. "- don't know how t'do this sorta thing like him." Another sniffle escaped him as he stepped further away from you.

The lump in your throat grew as you realized what the problem here was. He liked you and didn't want you to go with Steve. You mentally slapped yourself for being so blind to it.

You hopped forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him back toward you and walking further into your yard, away from the several nosey eyes that were in Eddie.

You pushed his hair from his face, all wet due to his tears. He felt so embarrassed, confessing his feelings in this drunken state. But he just couldn't control what came out of his mouth. This wasn't planned. He never intended to tell you, was going to let you be with Steve because he knew deep down he was better for you. His low self esteem was what truly kept him from actually asking you out.

Your own eyes watered when you saw his tear stained face. His eyelashes soaked with fresh tears, face red and puffy. He took a deep breath and swallowed the saliva that collected in his mouth before lifting his hand to take a sip of his drink.

You giggled when his eyes quizzically looked at his empty hand and head turned to see his cup empty on the ground. His eyes met yours again, pinching at the corners as he lazily smiled at you. You handed him the water bottle you'd been holding.

"I think we should talk about this when you're not drunk, okay?" You leaned your head forward to peek under his curtain of hair that he suddenly flicked in front of his face.

"Mhm.."

"But… don't be sad. We are on the same page here, okay? I.. I won't go to him. I know what you're trying to say." You gently whispered and sighed in relief when he simply nodded back.

You pulled him into a hug and he hummed as he let the water bottle fall to the ground, his heart hammering against your chest.

"Look so pretty tonight.." He mumbled as his arms snaked around your waist, lower than they had been before.

You felt tingles run throughout your body due to both the tone of his voice and the path his hands were on. Eddie's palms smoothed over your lower back as he pulled you in more, if that was even possible.

You hummed and thanked him for the compliment, your face feeling hot.

"-always look s'pretty. But never seen you in a dress like this before.." Your lower belly began to feel hot as his lips brushed against your neck while he talked. He could have moved his head so his chin was resting on your shoulder. He knew what he was doing.

"T-thank you, Eds.." You gulped and his eyes shot open, smirking as he continued moving his hands.

"Hmm.. love it when you call me that." You could feel his teeth in your neck now, mouth fully on your skin as he spoke.

Your breath hitched when he placed the most gentle kiss behind your ear, lips barely touching your skin as they trailed down your neck and placed another peck before he sloppily began to mouth at the flesh there. He panted as he nibbled and kissed messily all over your neck, the night air feeling cool against your wet skin.

"E-eddie." You breathed out.

Eddie grunted and laughed when you tugged on his hair, pulling his head back. Your face felt like it was on fire and you were grateful it was dark.

"S-sorry." He snorted out a laugh nervously and started to shimmy off his jacket, getting annoyed when it got stuck on his arm. " s'hot out."

Your chest raised with each breath as you watched him. How the fuck could you even allow yourself to go out with someone else after the one you truly liked confessed to you? And he went at your neck like a fucking vampire-

"Mmm.. miss you." He croaked up at you, his voice weak from when he had been crying.

You blinked down at him to where he was now sitting, arms reaching out to you.

"Please don' go back to him." He pouted again and a laugh bubbled in your throat as you sat next to him.

"Well how am I supposed to after that?" You wiped a hand over your face and sighed.

He stared at you, eyes struggling to stay focused on yours when your neck was so visible.

"Need to do this side too-" He quickly scooted so his body was pressed against yours and latched his lips onto your neck, sucking the skin between his teeth and letting his tongue dart out.

"Eddie!" You gasped loudly as you pushed him away and laughed incredulously, slapping a hand over where you know a hickey is.

"Don't… don't tell me there's a mar-"

"Uh-huh there's mos' definitely a mark." He snickered at you and clumsily made his way onto his feet, eyes filled with lust as he watched you lick your lips and squeeze your thighs together. His legs stumbled a bit as he didn't have you to hang on to and he looked toward the house. Fuck, he was so hard.

"Gotta piss- be back in like.. fifteen." He held up 4 fingers.

You stifle a laugh and nod, wanting him to leave so you can fan your face. You were fucking sweating.

" 'f I wasn't so drunk… hmph." He put two fingers down out of the four he still had up and made a V, sticking his tongue out and obnoxiously laughing when you covered your face at the gesture.

" 'm actually going to jack off, I lied-"

"Eddie! Can you please leave!!" You laid on your back and covered your face, still laughing.

"Alright alright, sorry- no filter right now, sweetheart."

Your friendship will definitely never be the same.

Next part (18+) ->

updated 5/5

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diorcities · 1 month

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𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠

── haechan feed your baby girl for the first time pairing haechan x afab!reader genre fluff content dad!hyuck, jisoo and donghyun are back! a lot of parenting and concerns, mention of postpartum and breastfeeding, based on a tiktok i saw a while ago, don't read unless you want baby fever to take over <3 happy reading. read lace teddy for more wc 1.5k

the days at the lee's house were always different, though the last few days had become a routine for you; it was time for you to get back to normal. so you did some writing, did some chores, turned in some work to-dos, had your first unaided bath, and by the time haechan came home from the park with the kids, you were cooking some kimchi for dinner: his favorite.

the first thing haechan does upon arrival is to aid the kids in taking a shower before bedtime. although haechan used to say that jisoo could have your eyes and hair but had everything else from him, it was donghyun who most resembled the boy now playing lively with them while dressing them up with their pjs even though he's dying of exhaustion and wants to go to bed with you.

that is, until he hears the soft humming of a lost song coming from the kitchen; haechan feels like he can take a ride to the moon back and forth. finding you at the kitchen counter, you taste something that smells delicious. he wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles up against you, inadvertently humming the melody as he rocks your bodies. suddenly, he's not so tired anymore.

you turn around and his face overloads you with deep affection. eyes flutter and close when you begin to fill his face with smooches. gentle, longing, lovesick kisses until you run out of them, and haechan's lips touch yours, caressing you with his mouth, small and short, lots of them, making purring sounds between each one.

“love, shouldn't you be resting?” he asks, letting you cook again. he can't help but not let you go. you smell divine, like baby powder and coconut perfume, but with something else. more domestic. and wholesome. more like home.

you hum, “i wanted to make you happy.”

he laughs tenderly. you already do.

his hands hold you fondly as you work on the sauce. inevitably, drifting to your belly. empty. “she's sleeping right now,” you whisper, “i have to feed her in a minute, do you want to do it while i put the twins to bed?”

“absolutely,” he says complacently, smiling like a fool.

“can you go prepare her while i finish this?” you're aware when he stops for a fleeting moment before his thumbs make circular motions on your skin again. “you're not coming yet?”

“i'll be in a minute, dear.”

“okay... sure.” his voice is tinged with something akin to fear and anticipation as he removes himself from you. eyes going to eyes in hopes of getting emotional support. because haechan is afraid that he might be very rough, that he might hurt her because he's clumsy. having doubts when he carries her, letting the anxiety take up space until you arrive like a beacon that brings him back, telling him, “there's nothing to be afraid of.” for you only know his gentleness and his sweetness.

“you'll be fine, my love,” you encourage him, leaving a small kiss on both of his cheeks, at the corner of his mouth, until you leave a final peck on his lips, turning your attention to the stove before you burn something.

haechan departs from you and it feels hollow, lacking, where your heart settles, now broken into four pieces. one for each part of you that stays in the people you love the most.

you give the sauce a taste and decide it's done; only a few minutes have passed.

you move to the kitchen counter to prepare the bottle for every time haechan wants to feed little haru. you've milked yourself whenever you can, saving a few rations in the fridge for midnight sessions.

donghyun and jisoo have been growing big and strong. they're mischievous and smart like haechan, even though he says they've taken it out of you, just like your stubbornness. they get into shenanigans every now and then, like the time they wanted to sneak a cat in without you noticing; haechan had allergies for a week because the couches and bathroom had hair from the small animal. and despite that, he sided with the twins to keep it.

haechan's bubbly energy comes out a few times in them, and the picture felt like watching an old photograph of him in motion.

you tuck both of them in bed, rocking their bodies to sleep after they dad their milk, “dad will be here in a minute, to wish you goodnight. i love you, with all my heart.”

“i love you with all my lungs,” jisoo says as you kiss him goodnight.

“but i love you with all my fingers,” donghyun competes, cupping your face with his little hands.

they start bickering until they start to feel too tired to respond to each other. “i love mommy,” jisoo mumbles as he falls asleep. and donghyun hums, “and daddy.” following him, “and baby...”

you leave with a smile, happy. full. steps leading you to the room next door that haechan decorated for the arrival of the baby: a small room with beige furniture and a super comfortable nursing chair where you fed the twins when they were babies, now with pink-painted walls full of sunflowers in pastel shades.

haechan stands at the nursing table where now haru's diapers are changed, having a full conversation with her that you don't feel like interrupting. haechan leaves kisses full of affection and love. and the brief thought that maybe he just can't stop doing it floats in your mind for a while because it happens to you too, until you find out that he says something.

most of them are gibberish you barely can decipher because he's whispering it for her ears only. and his voice is nothing but calm, soft, and lulling as he speaks. “you're my daughter, and you are loved. and i'm gonna take care of you. i will provide for you. mommy will nourish you with good milk. and she will protect you. because we love you, so immensely.”

he hums in agreement with himself. forehead full of his kisses, until they can dispel any doubts. “are you hungry?” he whispers, “mommy is on her way,” he reports diligently. his gaze is filled with fondness, “you have mommy's eyes. they're my favorite thing in the world.” his honey-colored orbs travel to you, aware of your silent stay, and he thinks they shine.

and as he smiles at you, he says, “you'll soon be able to see why, when you grow up.”

a smile blooms on your lips, and he thinks to himself because they don't shine, unless they're full of love.

#haechan fluff #donghyuck fluff #haechan drabbles #haechan imagines #haechan soft hours #♡haechan

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chiliyue-archived · 11 months

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Sitting on his lap

Includes; Dazai, Chūya, Nikolai, Jōno

Requested ! [Bsd M.List]

—DAZAI

" Belladonna, come sit on my lap~" Dazai had crooned to you, his cheeks tugging into a familiar expression of amusement. Before you could even protest, cotton hands and nimble fingers hooked around your waist, beckoning you close to his chest with just a couple of mere couple tugs.

" Osamu - you have work to do." You attempted, though you hardly resisted when you felt his chest press against your back, the tip of his nose nestling in your hair. And counterproductive to your words, habitually, you sunk into his embrace.

It didn't help that Dazai made quick work at finding purchase at your hips, running his index fingers over the clothed spot in a manner he knew would make you indulge to his needy touches. He chuckled as you exhaled deeply, surrendering to his actions.

" Hmm, don't underestimate me, love. Surely I can do both." He hummed nonchalantly, his grip unwavering as he opted to pepper kisses along your shoulder. You could feel him smirk as you failed to suppress a shudder, muscles stiffening beneath his saccharine affections.

" Besides, having a pretty you to keep me company? Why I call that motivation." He quickly interjected as you glanced over your shoulder, sending him a skeptical look comprised of pinched brows and pursed lips. Distractions would be a better term, you reckoned.

Dazai showed little signs of letting you go, arm encircled around your waist and all but enveloping you against him. His legs also hooked around your own, occasionally swaying your locked limbs back and forth.

Had it been up to him, you could foresee yourself always being within his clutches, smothered in sweet kisses that nudges did little to cease. In that reverie, it wasn't entirely unappealing - until you acknowledged his camaraderie.

" Good thing Kunikida isn't here. Otherwise, you'd really be in big trouble." You muttered, casting an uneasy glance toward the door. Even as the words hung in the air, you contradicted yourself, fully immersing against him and allowing the warmth of his chest to reverberate along your spine.

If anything, his grip tightened in response to your light quip, leaving you entrapped as he pressed a peck to the crown of your head. His voice took a complacent tone.

" Even if he did, 'Bella, don't think I'm ever gonna let you go."

—CHŪYA

" Hey Chū, can I sit on your lap?"

The question had caught your lover off gaurd, his grip on his pen stiffening to an unceremonious halt. Given his expression; a light rose expanding from his cheeks to the tip of his nose accompanied with the flutter of his eyelashes, you had almost assumed he was going to say no.

Very quickly, however, your concerns were met with swift reassurance as Chūya meekly nodded his head. It was followed by a terse answer of " Go ahead." Wordlessly, he accommodated himself on the elaborate cushioned chair, motioning you to join him with a shy flick of his hand.

His grip was tenuous at first, resting at your hip as his other continued to sway his pen. He let out a prolonged breath as you sunk into his embrace, arms draping over his shoulders and pressing your chest against his own. He wondered if you could hear his heartbeat spike as you squished your cheek against him.

" Comfortable?" He asked, his voice a little daunt with the proximity of the situation. He continued to shift a bit more until you replied with a satisfied hum.

With little results, he attempted to quell his thumping heartbeat, no doubt echoing through your ears as you nuzzled into him for the nth time. Yet against his own rationality, it hadn't even occurred to him that his own body arched forward, seeking to eliminate all spaces between you.

Flustered but undeterred, a soft sigh left him as his pen continued to work on the documents littering his desk - though his fingers moved rather aimlessly as his eyes kept glancing to your figure. You could feel his breath prickle your temples, lips just shy of the skin as he pondered for a moment.

Suddenly, he paused, favoring to instead tug the glove off from one of his hands before slipping that very limb beneath the hem of your shirt. Though shaky as first, tender motions traced out your spine, the pads of his finger slightly cold to your sensitive skin yet in a manner that was oddly soothing. He chuckled softly as you squirmed at his ministrations, his movement persisting at a tantalizingly slow tempo.

For the rest of the evening, Chūya made due with working with one hand whilst the other continued to rub at your back comfortingly. And of course - he took every opportunity he could to steal a glance, feeling a sense of pride - and a touch of hidden possessiveness- that you felt safe in his arms and that this was something he alone would share with you.

—NIKOLAI

You hardly managed to get a word out when you found yourself caged within the heat of Nikolai's arms, the limbs deftly circled firmly around your waist.

" Kolya-?!" You sputtered, the name muddled as one of his hands rested on the back of your neck, effectively pulling your cheek against his chest. In a couple of movements you found yourself situated on his lap, gloved fingers lazily rubbing at your sides.

" Don't fret too much, doll." He lightly chastised, an all too familiar grin coming to his lips. " Indulge me for a couple minutes, no? I believe you'll find yourself to enjoy this." He mused against your temples, voice reverberating along your skull.

You really could do nothing more than to slump your forehead against his chest as his fingers aimlessly ran along from the point of your shoulder down to your elbow. He watched with an increasingly growing gleam as you slowly succumbed to his pokes and brushes.

As you reclined your head against his shoulder, you could faintly make out a hum resonating from his throat, adams apple bobbing as he spoke; " See Dove, I kept my promise." A satisfied look etched on his features, taking note of your pliant state, muscles loose and relaxed.

The sound you made in response was muffled, cheek and hand settled over his sternum.

Your ears caught the sound of a light-hearted chuckle, gloved hands trailing to cup with your cheeks and puckering up your lips involuntarily. His gaze remained locked on yours, the intensity making you shift around with little avail - not with your body pressed against his own, both of your legs dangling off the edge.

With his hand remaning on your cheeks, he veered you in a for a kiss, gentle lips pressing on your own. He lingered there for a moment before withdrawing with a pronounced "Mwah!~" He watched with a broad grin as you sputtered over your words, lips still fully puckered with nothing but a playful glare that you can send him.

Nikolai let out an exasperated sigh, bringing you close to the clutches of his embrace once more and settling his chin to rest on the crown of your head. His mind drifts as he stirs other wondrous ideas for later use, gaze flickering down to your figure.

He observed with little words as you ultimately snuggled against his chest, arms slipping around his shoulder and eyes shutting close in serene verity.

He remained like that, having you sit on his lap as his fingers played with your strands of hair, coiling it with his pinky and watching it unwind.

Even as seconds and minutes melded together into a sloppy time frame, he relished having you in his presence for as long as that persisted.

—JŌNO

He can hear the pitter patter of your shoes as you approached him, the sound amplified in his sensitive ears. His head was already perking toward your direction before you could even have the opportunity to mumble a word. His brow quriked, curious to what you may want.

" Can I sit on your lap?" The question left your mouth, a sheepish undetone hidden. Well, he certainly wasn't expecting that.

Much to your disappointment, you were met with prolonged silence as Jōno took in your inquiry. You were fully prepared to be met with a hard cold denial until...

"... I suppose." The hunting dog replied, fixating on your habits; the light fidgeting on your fingers against his sleeve, the subtle thump of your heart or how you exhaled in relief when he didn't deny your request. How cute, he thought inwardly.

He pushed the chair back, wincing as the legs of the furniture grated on the floor. Though that keening ache hasitly vanished away as he felt your back press to his chest.

The raidence of your warmth was evident, proliferating from his sternum and to the tip of his fingers that set his nerves ablaze - yet not in a way he would click his tongue at in mild annoyance - instead he allowed for that warmth to accumulate, pricking the pads of his fingers.

His grip was tighter than usual, hands busied at kneadning your skin, letting out a nonchalant sound as his muscles loosened slightly by the passing second. It was almost a complete change in his demeanor, the ambiance coaxing a gentle smile to your lips as you reclined into his bulky form. He hadn't failed to notice how you slightly snuggled into him, a soft hum escaping you as you did.

" You are incredibly clingy sometimes." He added; however, his indicated nothing serious about his statement, even if it held merit to some extent. Yet contrary to his sentence, Jōno pulled you closer to him with small tug, thumb swiping over the pulse point on your wrist - a habit he had acquired in response to fuming emotions that only stirred whilst in your presence

" Right, I'm the touch starved one." Your playful retort was earned with a gentle pinch to your forearm. Before you could pout too much, however, you felt his lips brush against your forehead; the curve of a satisfied grin present, fully resigning to your snuggles and sugared endearments.

" I suppose we're both guilty of that allegation."

A/n; sorry for my absence, I didn't like the drafts I had for this originally and kept editing it. Still don't really like it but oh well 💀

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augiewrites · 6 months

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“secret admirer” - dead poets society (final)

summary: y/n confronts their poet (lightly inspired by this post)

pairing: (not-so) anonymous!dead poet x reader

word count: 536

Y/N felt like they were having an out of body experience—maybe they were dreaming? That seemed like the most reasonable explanation for a night like that.

They kept waiting for the moment where they shot awake in their dorm room, but it had yet to come.

No, this was real, and it was more beautiful than they ever could have imagined.

It was also over much faster than they would have liked. Y/N and Charlie bounced glances back and forth all throughout Neil’s monologue and the following final words from the poets. They were the last two to exit the cave.

Y/N spoke up once there was some distance between them and the rest of the poets, “So it was you this entire time?”

“That it was,” Charlie grinned as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“God, you’re so annoying.”

“What?” Charlie laughed out.

“It’s such a you move to be waxing poetic to me in secret while being an absolute terror in person.”

“Well, I had to get through to you somehow.”

Y/N was having a difficult time being annoyed at the grinning boy.

“You could have tried talking to me like a normal person—you know, the old-fashioned way of doing things.”

“I thought this was the old-fashioned way?” the grin still hadn’t left Charlie’s face, and the light look in his eyes made Y/N’s stomach flutter, “Besides, you wouldn’t have had any of it.”

“Who said I’m having any of it now?”

“Well, you’re here, and you’re actually having a conversation with me without trying to run in the opposite direction,” he stopped walking and faced Y/N, “I’d say that’s a start.”

“Maybe so,” Y/N shrugged and couldn’t help the smile spreading across their face.

Charlie’s features softened, “I liked your poem, by the way…not as good as mine, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“You’re insufferable,” Y/N laughed.

“But you’re suffering me anyway.”

The pair stood in silence for a beat, exchanging soft smiles and savoring the moment.

“So, where do we go from here,” Y/N inquired, “what’s your master plan, Romeo?”

“We go out on a couple dates, get married, grow old together—you know, the usual.”

Y/N rolled their eyes as their cheeks flushed, “would it kill you to be serious for five seconds?”

“Maybe,” Charlie grinned as he entwined his hand in Y/N’s, “I’d really like to kiss you.”

“Then kiss me, Dalton.”

And so he did, and it was perfect.

That is, until the cheering and wolf whistles began from up ahead.

Y/N was impossibly red as Charlie pulled them along with him back to the poets, a mixture of pride and adoration on his face as he looked at them.

“Really, Dalton? We leave you alone with an individual for one minute and you’re already putting the moves on them?” Knox teased the boy.

“Long con, boys,�� Charlie wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, “works every time.”

“Have I mentioned that you’re insufferable?”

Charlie just smirked and leaned in for another short kiss. Sounds of mock disgust fell upon deaf ears.

Meeks was right, Y/N thought, this night really did wonders for my spirit.

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a/n: keeping it short and sweet for the finale—thanks for all the love on this story <3

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winksasleeplesseye · 1 year

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Late

A/N: I wrote this for my OC and Leon but decided to rework it to be reader fic (bc I’m nice like that but don’t be surprised if I end up posting that one as well at some point).

MINORS DNI!

Pairing: Post!RE4R!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

Summary: Leon’s home resting from Spain, Jill invites you out but Leon wants you to stay in but you’re not budging, luckily for Leon, he’s always up for a challenge.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: straight up smut, oral (f receiving), Leon being hot

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You sat at the vanity, putting on the finishing touches of your makeup and your outfit. Jill had invited you out on the town since she was visiting, a momentary return to normalcy you both seriously needed.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Leon sprawled out on your shared bed.

If he wasn’t wearing his comfiest pair of sweats and an obscure band tee, you probably would’ve thought he was posing for a spread in Playgirl. Either way, you’d always want to climb all over him like a tree.

His eyes flitted back and forth between pages of a mission report, a pair of reading glasses perched at the tip of his nose, clearly not helping with reading.

“You know, it’s not too late for you to get dressed to come with me.” You offer, but you already know exactly what he’ll say.

“Or you can stay in with me,” You looked at him from the reflection in the mirror, he was making the cutest pout face in your direction.

Raccoon City and now Spain had changed you both in different ways fundamentally. Leon had become more of a homebody, while you didn’t mind going out into the world, had everything occurred differently, you imagined he’d come with. Yet, you couldn’t fault him for it, the hells and horrors you both endured certainly weren’t normal.

“That won’t work on me, Kennedy, I know your ways,” You laughed.

Papers shuffling and the springs of the mattress dipping sound behind you. “Oh, really?”

One thing you occasionally forget is that Leon Scott Kennedy is never one to back down from a challenge. And right now? His challenge is clear.

Leon is quick to wrap his arms around your middle, bringing you up to a standing position crushed against his front. He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, placing hot, open mouthed kisses against it.

The helpless sound that escapes your lips is equal parts pleasure and annoyance. “You evil man.”

He lets out the sexiest chuckle as his lips travel over all the exposed skin you have on display. The butterfly top you’d gotten only recently is now already disheveled as Leon works a hand underneath the cup of the fabric, rolling a nipple between his fingers.

You turned your head, pulling Leon into a frenzied kiss before pulling away for mere seconds only to face him fully in the kiss.

Your phone, a slim black Nokia was going off in your back pocket but quite frankly you were more lost in your fingers exploring underneath Leon’s clothes as he did the same to you. Jill would just have to wait.

Leon’s hands gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you with an ease that shouldn’t have been so sexy but it was.

Challenge? Oh, who were you kidding? You barely put up a fight. Leon knew exactly what would convince you every time.

“You really thought you could go out, looking like that?” he asked huskily, wrapping your legs around his slim waist.

Feeling particularly wicked, you answer with a smirk, “Yes.”

You felt victorious but that was going to be short-lived, Leon practically threw you down on the mattress, no care for the papers that now laid all over the floor.

You tried to contain your excitement as Leon undid the buttons to your black jeans, just barely ripping them off of you. Your underwear wasn’t so lucky, the flimsy material now laid on the floor alongside Leon’s papers.

For a moment, you shudder at the feeling of being bare.

You didn’t even have to wonder what Leon would do next; he was already sinking down to his knees, pausing long enough only to pull you to the edge of the bed. He didn’t give you any time to prepare yourself. His broad shoulders shoved your legs apart and his mouth was on your in an instant.

“Oh, shit, Leon,” You breathed. Your head fell back against the mattress as his mouth explored your folds. Your fingers found their way to his hair where they tangled themselves in his blonde locks with abandon.

Leon’s tongue licked kittenish and broad stripes up your pussy, earning him a tug that had him letting loose a small groan against your core. He’d always liked his hair pulled, but he seemed to like it even more now.

You couldn’t think of anything but Leon, focusing all your attention on looking at the man between your legs to find that his blue eyes already bore into you, watching for every single reaction, certainly feeling some gratification that he’s always able to do all of this to you.

His tongue alternated between licking between your folds and disappearing deep inside you. Occasionally his nose would brush your clit but he seemed to be ignoring it on purpose, driving you nearly mad with need.

“Leon, baby, please,” You pathetically whimper, eyes heavily lidded gazing needily at the man between your legs.

He gave you one last long, sinful lick before gazing up at you through lust-blown eyes. Clearly, you didn’t have to wonder if he enjoyed pleasuring you like this.

“You’re gonna have to tell me exactly what you want, sweetheart. Now, what do you want?” he asked.

You bit your lip, you really didn’t want to voice your thoughts out loud, considering Leon knows your body so well, but you both knew he wasn’t going to budge until you said it. So, you caved. “I need your mouth on my clit. Ple-“

His tongue darted out and swirled around the engorged bud, instantly drawing a loud moan from your lips. you clapped a hand over your mouth, not wanting the entire building to hear you. “Like that?” he asked salaciously, looking up at you with now nearly black eyes, pupils overtaking the blue color. Before you could answer his mouth found your clit again, giving it a gentle suck. A strangled cry left your mouth and he relented to lavish the rest of you with deft licks.

“You really are an evil man,” You murmured fondly. You could practically feel him grin. To hell with Jill, this way was more important. You knew she’d probably be a little mad to be blown off for a few hours but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care; it felt too damn good.

In mere minutes, Leon had reduced you to a pile of jello on the mattress, you were pretty sure that your hand was the only thing keeping you from screaming your euphoria to the high heavens. “L-Leon, baby, I’m so fucking close-Oh my-ah!”

“That’s it. Come on my tongue,” he whispered filthily. Your breathing became unstable, vocal cords shaky as Leon’s name spilled feebly from your mouth; your toes curled, your legs shook as your thighs clamped down on his head as your orgasm sent your body off the edge of the earth.

Your fingers tugged sharply on his hair and his resulting moan felt like it resonated throughout your whole body. He worked his tongue over your clit until the sensation was obviously overwhelming then switched to spearing you with it, moaning as though you were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

When you were spent he finally ceased, standing slowly and removing your shirt in one fluid motion. “You’d better call Jill and apologize now,” he wore a proud grin, hands pulling up his shirt.

God, you love this man.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy with reading glasses?#I think YES #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s kennedy smut #this may have a part 2

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urfriendlylocalidiot · 1 year

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Send in requests! (no like seriously, my mind is so empty)

LE SSERAFIM x 6thMember!Reader

Naps w/LE SSERAFIM

Naps are the perfect way to recharge in the middle of the day, especially with your one and only.

Chaewon

True miracle if you end up napping with Chaewon. She isn’t the most physically affectionate member. It would likely only occur after a very long and exhausting training day. You two would go straight to your own rooms, however after a few minutes of tossing back and forth, you decide to go over to Chaewon’s room instead and cuddle up to her instead. She is your girlfriend after all. And you were craving the comfort of her arms at that very moment.

Chaewon would have just fallen asleep and then halfway wake up when you crawl into bed with her. She cracks an eye open to see who or what did crawl into bed with her, but then immediately relaxes again when she sees that it’s you. She’ll wrap you in her arms, understanding that you just want to be held and you’re both too tired to talk anyways.

You fall asleep with your face buried in the crook between her neck and shoulder. It’s the best rest of your life. You’ve never felt more comfortable in your whole life, and you’re not sure if you ever would. However, you two do eventually get woken up by a phone call from your manager, informing you guys of the schedule for the rest of the day.

Sakura

Naps are a common occurrence for you and Sakura. You both are tired after training days, and what better way to relax and recharge then to just take a nap together. It doesn’t really matter whose room it’s in, as long as you two are together. She’ll usually be the small spoon though, that’s a non-negotiable. It’s just what she needs after a long day of wrangling her 4 children/members.

And to you, it was nice knowing that the love of your life was safe in your arms as you fell asleep. You also tended to have the best dreams this way, not that you’ve told Sakura that yet. And no matter what though, there’s always a sleepy mumble of ‘I love you’s before you guys fall asleep.

Napping with Sakura is an almost everyday habit. You two just love falling asleep, wrapped up in each other. You’ve both been doing it for so long that your hearts no longer race as fast, unless of course you pull her closer and steal a kiss. Then it becomes a little difficult for either of you to fall asleep, even though you were both dead tired moments before.

Yunjin

“Babe, I’m so tired,” you say yawning as you walk into her room.

“Then come here baby gworl,” she replies, lifting up the sheets so you can crawl in.

You immediately crawl in and curl up against Yunjin, almost like a koala. You had just finished filming for a variety show that you were to do alone, without the other members.

“How did the shoot go?”

“It was good, I won one of the games.”

You snuggle more into Yunjin’s chest and she softly strokes your back, soothing you to sleep. Before you know it, you’ve fallen asleep.

Yunjin can’t help but smile at the adorable sight before her. She remembers how nervous you were that morning about the shoot and was glad that it went well. However, she notices herself getting a little drowsy as well, watching you sleep. Reluctantly, she ends up falling asleep as well, however not before she tightens her grip around you, which causes you to get impossibly closer to her. You two don’t often fall asleep together, but when you guys do, she always makes sure you’re secure in her arms before going to sleep.

Kazuha

Naps with Kazuha are a rarity. You both tend to do want to do something instead. However, after a long day, it’s the perfect thing for you two. She definitely would prefer to be held. She wants to feel protected by you. You would be more than willing to, after all she’s your love and you want to protect her, so it works out.

To fall asleep you’ll usually murmur sweet nothings into Kazuha’s hair and link your fingers together. It’s your way of telling her that you love her without saying those three magical words. Even though you guys have been together for a while, they still make her blush madly to know just how much you love her.

You would probably fall asleep first, since it would take her a while to stop her rapidly breathing heart. She loves being in your warm arms, it’s her favorite place in the world. The nap would be perfect though, right before you guys have to head off to your next location, it’s the perfect thing for you guys to recharge and also feel more connected to each other with.

Eunchae

Eunchae needs her naps, unless she went to bed really early the night before. You guys would normally take one after school but before practice with the members. After all the classes of the day, it’s the perfect way for you guys to prepare to dance and sing until the sun goes down. Definitely would be wrapped up in each other as well. You two love being around each other and being as close as you two can get.

Your after school routines after walking to your shared dorm usually involve you guys deciding which room to take your nap in. Typically it’s yours though, since it’s closer to the front door. You two climb into the bed and you open your arms for her to cuddle into. It doesn’t take too long for you guys to fall asleep, especially since you’re both tired after the day of school you guys had.

However, it’s the best part of you guys’ day, since you’re always together for it. Neither of you guys have had any nightmares since you started this routine. Unfortunately this magical moment does have to come to an end, when your alarm goes off, informing you guys that you have to head to the studio now to practice with your other members for the rest of the day. Some days you stay in bed a little longer, at Eunchae’s request, it’ll make you two late to practice, but it’s more than worth it in your book. You just love her so much.

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theblueseassoul · 4 months

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“My heart.”

Request: ✓ “Possesive Eetu” from anonymous

Eetu x Na’vi reader

No warnings.

Avatar: frontiers of Pandora fan fiction

No use of y/n. Gender neutral reader. Read in the second person.

Translations:

Ma’yawntu - my beloved / my loved one

Honatsyìp - “hona” adorable/cute/endearing “Tsyìp” little, usually

taronyutsìp - little hunter

Ma’ Txe’lan - my heart

Ma’ - My / Mine

You had been busying yourself around the home tree today. You flitted na’vi to na’vi, doing whatever they had asked you to do. You helped the weavers make new clothes, helped Relun with ingredients for his special meals of which he gifted to you, after your hard work. Nefika praised you, grinning at you like a proud mother as she stroked your arm while you stood with her. “You are truly a gift, Ma’Yawntu.” Her and her sweet pet names. You’d roll your eyes at it if you hadn’t picked it up from being around her so often, because you had noticed you started calling many people yawntu, Honatsyìp, and the like. You smiled bashfully at her, casting your gaze to the ground for a moment.

“Thank you, Nefika.” You managed to say. The woman smiled brightly and squeezed your shoulder affectionately “my little Sarentu is growing up so quickly! Go, don’t let me hold you back. You’re very popular.” You furrowed your brows in confusion to her comment, and she tilted her head towards the few scattered na’vi waiting for your assistance, and among them you spotted the hunter Eetu. He was smiling at you, a sort of sweet and yet cocky grin that had you returning the smile, offering a small wave before dismissing yourself from Nefika’s side. You greeted the na’vi who called your name sweetly and asked for a favor, however your focus was on Eetu. He knew too, as he watched you stride past the other na’vi, trying not to be whisked away by another mountain of requests.

Upon finally reaching him, you gestured a greeting, as he did the same. “I see you, Eetu.” You said, broad smile resting over your lips, your eyes crinkling slightly. He returned the gesture, bowing his head slightly “I see you.” He only looked away for a moment before his eyes met yours again. Eetu’s eyes were brilliant, a soft golden that was stunning in the current lighting, always glistening with some sort of mischief. You dropped your hand down to your side and asked “I haven’t seen you all day, what have you been up to?” He hummed softly in reply at first and leaned in, giving his signature smirk.

“Were you looking for me?” Eetu asked, and you rolled your eyes, somehow expecting his response. You shook your head slightly and turned your gaze away, looking off into the distance towards the bustling entrance of the home tree. He moved into your view once more, tilting his head, his braided hair falling slightly, as if saying ‘look at me.’ You chuckled and crossed your arms “you can’t answer a question with a question, Eetu.” You simply told him, raising your brow at him. He laughed, straightening up and dusting off the imaginary dirt off of his hands.

“Okay, okay.” He started, crossing his arms. “I haven’t been doing much. I try to stay out of your way when you’re, you know…” he motioned to you, and then out to no where specific. He meant bouncing back and forth between tasks like a butterfly. Unable to make up your mind and unable to stand still. You let out an airy laugh and nodded “well.. I’m not doing ‘you know’ing” you put up air quotations, making fun of him playfully “anymore, would you like to go out hunting with me later?” You asked. Usually, when you and he needed to get away he would take you hunting. However today he shook his head, his smile faltering just slightly, looking almost apologetic “I can’t. I’m sorry taronyutsìp.” He rested his hand against your upper arm.

You shook your head, gently placing your hand over his. “Don’t be.” You offered a sweet grin and pat his hand “later, then.” He nodded, you reached out and squeezed his shoulder before turning away, going to busy yourself once more.

You’d lost track of time, and now you find yourself helping one of the hunters with their bow. He sat next to you on the rock you perched yourself on, his legs dangling beneath him as he watched you string the bow. “You have to take care of your bow.” You scolded light heartedly, glancing over at him. He laughed, shrugging “It was an old string. It was bound to happen. I’m glad you’re here to help me.” He said, gently nudging your shoulder in thanks. You hummed in response, an amused, sweet noise.

Eetu had been looking for you, and now he stood off to the distance, close enough to hear the conversation. His ears flicked with irritation, his fingers fidgeting with the string of his own bow strapped across his chest. He wanted to take you up on your offer once more now that he was free, but he had stopped himself upon seeing you and the other na’vi sharing teasing words and playful laughter. You had pulled back his bow to figure out why he said it felt wrong, and the string snapped sharply as you pulled it back almost immediately.

Upon finishing, you slid down the rock and landed carefully, waiting for him to join you. The hunter jumped down, and you offered him his bow, however he reached past it and now hovered his hand over the irritated mark the string left against your skin, the blue skin there turning a bright purple ish blue. He frowned “I didn’t even notice.” Eetu did. He noticed the way you flinched when the string snapped against your arm and how you sucked in air to avoid yelping from surprise. But of course, this na’vi knew nothing. You brushed his hand away however he reached for you again, and that’s when Eetu took it upon himself to march himself over.

“I’m fine.” You dismissed it, and the hunter sighed almost frustratedly “let me help you, I-“ his gaze flicked next to you. You furrowed your brows and looked to your right and found Eetu, a smile that seemed sweet plastered over his lips but you could sense some kind of maliciousness in it. “Ta’pan.” Eetu greeted the hunter, and turned to you. His eyes filled with worry and he pulled your arm towards him, “that looks like it’ll bruise, taronyutsìp.” You paused at his sudden forwardness, pulling you closer and running his fingers over your arm gingerly. You gently pushed him away and turned to Ta’pan giving him his bow and instructing him to be more careful with his weapons age.

Ta’pan greeted Eetu, and you felt the hunter to your right wrap his arm around your waist “I expect you can hunt by yourself? I taught you better.” He almost scolded the hunter. Ta’pan hesitated, “I’d like to help with..” Eetu slightly waved his hand and then turned back to your still outstretched forearm, examining the irritated skin once more. “You need to be more careful.” He clicked his tongue at you and ran his thumb against your un-injured skin, gentle and firm at the same time. You felt more than confused as he examined you, he had never been worried like this before. You glanced at Ta’pan and said “I can join you later-“

“Ah.” Eetu cut you off and looked up to you “you have plans with me later. We need to go out hunting together. And, it’ll be a little delayed until we get this all better.” He was teasing you. You swore he was. You sighed softly and turned to the hunter to your left and smiled apologetically, and before you spoke Eetu pulled you in the opposite direction, your arm looped in his and his tail wrapped firmly around your waist, guiding you. You leaned into him, “m’yawntu, what-“ he glanced at you and hummed softly. “Is it so wrong I want to spend time with you?” Then he cocked a brow up “yawntu?” You rolled your eyes and put your hand in his face, making him laugh “okay, I won’t.” “Good.” You couldn’t help but grin, looking away to hide it.

As he said, he’d helped you carefully apply ointment to lessen the sting and calm the swelling for the future, and he stayed there for a while, his thumb running over your forearm, massaging it. “Eetu.” You called to him. His tail had moved from your waist to around your ankle. He hummed in response, glancing up into your eyes, brows furrowed. “It’s fine now.” You chuckled, pulling your arm out of his grasp and using your thumbs to smoothen out the skin between his brows and then ran them over his forehead “you’ll get wrinkles.” He closed his eyes as you massaged his face, his shoulders visibly dropping.

“You should’ve come to find me.” He muttered, his hand going to settle around your wrist, holding your hand to his cheek. You hummed “you told me you were busy.” “Still.” He insisted, “it’s better than him being all over you like that.” You made an incredulous expression and he opened his eyes, letting out an amused sigh. “Are you jealous? Ouuuh…” you joked, however he nodded, tightening his grip around your wrist. “If I am?” He asked softly. You looked confused, “what is there to be jealous about? Why would you be jealous anyways-“

“I call you ma’ txe’lan for a reason.” He said suddenly, pulling your hand from his face, his expression more serious than you’d ever seen it before. “Ma.’” He repeated ‘my’ and leaned forward, his ears flicking slightly “come to me even when I tell you I’m busy. It’s better than a guy sabatoging his own bow string to get you to fix it and you end up getting hurt.” He said, his insistent tone rising every word. Your heart fluttered against your chest, your stomach did flips, you had no words. He was never this forward. Sarcastic flirting, maybe, playful affection, the occasional forehead peck if you weren’t feeling well. This was something entirely different. It was strange. But you wouldn’t admit that you liked him being so forward, at least out loud.

You sighed softly, relenting “alright. I’ll come to bug you even if you’re beyond busy. Drowning in work. You won’t get rid of me. How’s that?” You teased, and his serious expression eased up, melting into a soft familiar smile “hmm. Perfect.” He agreed, leaning forward and loosely wrapping his arms around your waist, his forehead against your shoulder. “What a baby.” You hummed, rubbing his back with your nails carefully. He almost purred at the sensation, shifting closer, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Let’s stay like this a while. For health reasons.” He made an excuse. You smiled and rolled your eyes, shaking your head but pressing it against his “health reasons, of course.”

#avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #x reader #eetu frontiers of pandora #eetu x reader #x reader avatar

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writeslikeanaria · 4 months

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Can you please write an omi fic of him losing his v card with mc (But make it realistic like an adorable bumbling doof? Mistakes, miscommunications, giggling, bashfulness) XD

These HL boys are becoming far too suave for my liking lately lmfao!

Xxxx love your writing btw

virgins do a standup special

ominis gaunt x reader

summary: two sassy kids have private fun time for the first time ever. or, author has way to much fun writing dumb shit. (i spiraled. i'm sorry. but thank you for requesting!!! and thank you for enjoying my writing!!! i'll do more of it i promise.)

word count: 1.9k+

warnings: SMUT, author went wild, first time woohoo, oral!m recieving, reader needs to self pleasure badly, bad attempts at comedy, p in v,

requests open! request here :) (i normally write better than this is swear)

Celibacy didn't look the best on you.

Staring at your reflection, you followed you tired eyes back and forth, drained from the restless night you had just slept. Hours spent, holed up in your hot bed, sleeping next to your quiet boyfriend, as you tried desperately to not shove your finger down your panties.

This night was no different. It was just past two in the morning and your mind had yet to drift into slumber. The crackling of the gentile fireplace and the hum of the sea breeze outside had not worked their magic to soothe you to sleep. Ominis, on the other hand, bless his heart, was out like light, sleeping like the Inferi. Sometimes, you had to place the pads of your fingers to his pulse point to even check if he was still breathing. Yet, he was, his breath puffing from his soft lips in small doses, his clothed chest rising and falling with his rhythmic heart song. You longed for that type of peace.

Instead, a fire roared inside of you. Sweat drowned your forehead as you glanced at yourself in the mirror beside his bed. It was full length, allowing you to see both yourself and you sleeping boyfriend behind you. Except, every time you would stare at you boyfriend, the fire would ablaze. Everything Ominis would do was like tinder. You pouted at yourself, ignoring the waterfall between your legs.

You were being courteous, is what you told yourself. Six months of dating and nothing more than your tongue deep inside his mouth. You were fine with it – really, you were – but you wished you could just progress past Ominis' gentleman hands, and onto the more animalistic side of him.

Too busy staring at yourself, you hadn't even noticed the stirring figure behind you, waking from his sleeping beauty rest. Humming deeply, Ominis rolled over, wrapping his arm around your sitting hips. He coughed softly to break in his sleepy timbre. "What are you doing?"

Not even fazed nor startled at Ominis' tough or voice, you sighed in response, shrugging your shoulders defeatedly. "Just thinking. Go back to sleep. You need your beauty sleep, Prince Charming."

Ominis snorted at your joke, but scooted closer to you, until his head was resting in your lap, breath fanning over your bare thigh, barely anything keeping his face from your most exclusive area. He rubbed his cheek against your soft skin lovingly, before pressing his lips gently to the tops of your thighs.

"Talk to me. Maybe it'll put me back to sleep." Ominis spoke, voice still not fully warmed up. After a pause in the conversation where you couldn't reply, Ominis piped up again. "I want to hear your thoughts."

You lifted your hand to his hair, and stroked the blond locks in an attempt to slow your racing mind. Biting your lip, you felt the guilt rush up your body. Lowering your head, ashamed, your voice came out in a mere whisper.

"I want you."

Ominis lifted his head slightly, life rattling under his skin. His lips turned into a confused frown, eyebrows knitted together into a stout line. "I'm right here? Do you think I'm leavi–"

"No." You stopped his words, before letting out another sigh. "I want you. In a sexual context." You weren't sure if your words were clear enough, so you spoke again. "I'm horny."

Still having not replied, Ominis stayed still, tongue slightly poking out of his mouth as he remained deep in thought. The wait was killing you as your boyfriend stayed quiet, the only time where his silence wasn't endearing, but exceedingly frustrating, considering the rainforest coming into season on the flesh side of your panties.

"Please say someth–"

"I'm a virgin."

"I know. I'm your girlfriend. We share these things." You snapped, not in a harsh way, but in a way where Ominis knew that you weren't truly upset with him. Biting your tongue, you restarted your speech. "I'm sorry. What I meant to say was, I know, but, sometimes I have needs. And I recognise that you may not want to sleep with me, and I fully respect that. I love consent, big fan. Some might even call me a consent groupie, but on top of that, I just need to let some inhibitions go occasionally."

"Wait a second–"

You did not, in fact, wait a second. "You know, when you woke up, I was actually staring into this mirror, trying to decide what the etiquette around masturbating next to your boyfriend was. I was a couple minutes around from taking myself to pleasure-smeade and praying that you'd stay asleep. Or maybe I should've gone to the bathroom."

"Hold on–"

You didn't hold on. "It's just that I don't like masturbating in bathrooms. It's way too cold, and I have this fear of the tap just turning on and a ghost walking in, or even just someone rattling the door nob–"

Ominis bit into your thigh to shut you up. You yelped in response, smacking your hand over your mouth to stop any more surprise noises from escaping your throat. You grind your teeth together. "What the hell was that for?"

"I'm trying to tell you that you don't have to pleasure yourself next to me." Ominis hissed back at you. "I would be very happy to," his voice dropped low, to almost a whisper, "make love to you."

You stared at your boyfriend, your polite, bashful boyfriend, whose face was now a lovely scarlet, long eyelashes downturned as his words come out like the crudest word someone could think of. You smirk.

Leaning down, you sink yourself off the bed, and onto your knees in front of Ominis, kneecaps hitting the hard, cold floors beneath you. You knew he couldn't see you, but you stared into his eyes anyway. "I'll give you a blowjob if you can say the word 'sex'."

The scarlet crossfaded into burgundy. Ominis let out a small gasp, before placing his hands over his ears and whispering out into the world, "sex."

You laughed, leaning up to place your lips against his, pressing as much love as you could muster through the emotion in your kiss, but you were unable to stop the giggles from coming out. As you both laughed your way through your pash, your nimble fingers made their way to Ominis' pant's waistband, flicking at the fabric, until your impatience wore down to the thinnest layer of the earth. Tapping your fingers at his waist, you encouraged Ominis to stand up slightly, so you could shimmy the rest of his pant down his leg, revealing his briefs, with a very strained cock protruding from it. A very large cock aswell.

"How the hell am I supposed to fit that into my mouth?"

Ominis furrowed his eyebrows. "Why would I know? It's your mouth, isn't it?"

You pinched his thigh. "But have you seen the size of it?"

"No. There's many things I haven't seen."

Ignoring his cheek, you slowly roll down his briefs to reveal the mammoth you were so afraid of. It was longy, veiny, with moles covering it's ivory length. You squeezed it experimentally and relished as Ominis let out a long hiss of approval.

Meekly, you let your hands wander the length of his cock, mesmerised by it's very being. "I've never actually seen one of these upclose before, only in those muggle education books we have in the library. It's actually different from what I imagined." You licked from base to tip and hum and the texture. Ominis' thighs tensed. "I thought it would be more, rock like, but it's reminding me of... soft rubber."

Ominis let out a throaty gasp as you alternated from stroking, licking, and just straight up babbling about his cock. "You know, darling, it is just skin and muscle, I thought you would know th–"

He was speaking too much. Deepthroating your boyfriend, you watched as his entire face contorted, hands reaching into your hair, and lacing his fingers into your locks. You didn't mind the pressure, slowly lifting yourself off the cock, and then back down again, catching a rhythm.

You stopped running your mouth and focused on giving Ominis the pleasure he deserved. Through sloppy and wet noises, your lips suctioned around his member, tongue gliding over the ridges of his cock. Humming occasionally at the salty taste oozing from the tip, you watched out for all the signs that Ominis was enjoying this as much as you.

His head was thrown back, eyes closed, as sweat enclosed his neck and collarbone. His teeth had pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and refused to let go, blood cracking from the skin. The fingers in your hair had not relenting, staying firmly in place as you worked your magic, which is how Ominis so easily lifted your head off of his cock after a short while.

You fake pouted. "I was actually enjoying myself."

Ominis snorted. "You sounded so lewd that I thought that you might've been replaced with a whore."

You slapped Ominis' dick in response. "You know, if I wasn't so horny right now, I would've taken offence to that comment."

Pulling you upwards, you met Ominis' lips once more, adjusting yourself so you could sit in his lap. Grinding down on his exposed crotch, you let out a moan, right in Ominis' ear, just so he wouldn't miss it, or mistake you for someone who wasn't so ridiculously turned on right now.

"I want to put my penis inside you now." Well, that was direct. You let your head fall into the crook of his shoulder, trying to stop your laughter from deterring him. "I would like that very much."

Satisfied with your answer, Ominis hoisted you up my the butt, and laid you down on the bed, spreading your legs seductively, and sitting between them. His warm hands rubbed soothing circles on your thighs as his brain tried to figure out what to do next.

You cocked your head. "Would you like me to remove my panties?"

"Oh," Ominis' eyebrows raised. "Only if you don't mind."

Rolling your eyes, you pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them off to the side and resettling yourself on the bed. You should've felt more exposed, completely bare and presenting your pussy like a modern piece of art, but Ominis made you feel so unbelievably safe. You smiled at him, knowing that he wouldn't be able to see, but not caring anyway.

"Gotta find the hole..." Ominis brought his fingers up to your unmentionables and starting rubbing around until he found a hole. Unsure, he bit his lip out of confusion. "Its... tighter than what I was expecting." Beat. "And drier."

"Ominis, that's my anus."

"I was just kidding..." He wasn't.

Fixing his hand placement, Ominis tried again, fingering your cunt with the dexterity and delicacy of a moose being told that he has to cook, and not really knowing how to, because it's a moose.

When he was sure he had found the right hole, he gripped onto his cock, and lined it up to your entrance. "Are you ready?"

You nodded.

"By the sound of the rustling pillow, I'm going to assume you nodded." Ominis slowly started entering you, both of you letting out harmonious moans over each other. The pleasure was almost too good as Ominis thrusted in again and hit that perfect spot and–

"Unghhh...!"

Came with six seconds.

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i'm so sorry for whatever the hell this is i'm actually so tired and out of it but i hope you enjoy this. i love writing i love words i love metaphors i am a god.

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4ttack-ur-heart · 1 year

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Lazy Mornings.

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader.

Genre: fluff and smut

Warnings: playful banter and teasing, smut, oral-both receiving, top!levi, hickies, groping.

Summary: After not having to go into work, you and Levi relax on a day off.

Idk why I love writing domestic! Levi a lot. MDNI!

Levi stirred as he heard the familiar blaring noise of your alarm. He groaned and rolled over to find you still dead asleep.

Of course.

“Darling…” he called lightly and gently grasped your shoulder to shake you. A hum is all he got in response along with a shuffle of the covers as you turned away from him. “Wake up, you’re going to be late.”

Levi watched as you made absolutely no effort to get up. Letting out a small sigh, he pulled on the blanket locked in your grip. You let out another annoyed groan.

He rolled his eyes and leaned over your body to reach you phone off the nightstand. With a few taps, he disabled your alarm.

“(Y/n).” He sternly called, irritated from lack of sleep. “If you don’t wake the fuck up, I’m going to tickle you.”

You suddenly threw the blankets off of you and sat up with a start. You faced Levi with sleepy eyes and blurry vision, he had the hint of a smile on his face. “I hate when you do that.”

Levi rubbed your shoulder. “I know, but it’s the only thing that gets you up.”

“It’s your fault in the first place, I usually wake up after the first minute.”

“How on earth is it my fault?”

“You know how much I sleep after sex.”

“Oh please, you were practically begging me.”

With a small whine, you shifted the covers fully off of you and stepped down, shivering as the cold floorboards met the soles of your feet.

You reached down to grab your discarded panties and Levi’s shirt from last night. Levi shook his head as he watched you enter the bathroom and close the door. “Brat.”

A sudden brightness lit up the room as Levi’s gaze shifted to your vibrating phone still held in his hand. He tapped at the notification and read through an email your work had sent you.

After brushing your teeth and messily fixing your hair, you emerged from the bathroom eager for your morning coffee.

Shuffling out of the bedroom, you moaned as the fresh scent of coffee wafted into your nose. Pouring yourself a cup, you then set a kettle on the stove for Levi’s tea.

The man emerged into the dimly lit kitchen a few moments later. His eyes raked over your figure of your messy hair and the way his shirt barely covered your ass.

“Darling?” Levi’s raspy morning voice called out, he was dressed in a loose pair of sweats that hung low on his hips, showing off the waistband of his boxers.

“Hm?”

“You’re only going in for that meeting, right?” He asked and scrolled through your phone.

Yawning, you held the steaming cup of coffee in your hands. “Yeah, I already requested the rest of the day off. They just asked me to come in for the meeting. Why?”

Levi hummed and handed you your phone. “Meetings canceled.”

A gasp escaped your lips and you scrolled through your emails. A chain of them sending back and forth between you and your coworkers with your boss’ apologies for canceling due to a family emergency .

“I don’t have to go in then.” You said.

Levi nodded and took the mug from your hands and placed it on the nearby counter. He took you in his arms and let his head rest in the crook of your neck.

Your eyes shifted to the kitchen window, the dark blue sky peeking through the silhouette of the backyard. It was only 5:30, the sun had yet to rise. Levi placed a lazy kiss on neck and his hands moved from your waist, slithering down your hip and resting on your ass.

“No you don’t.” He murmured, eyes closed.

“You’re off today too, huh?”

“Mhm.”

The tea kettles whistle drew you away from him and you turned off the stove before grabbing his favorite teacup and filling it with hot water.

You opened the cabinet and grabbed the little teabag and let it dangle off the side of the cup.

“Let it steep a bit.” You directed before handing him the cup.

“You say that as if I never had tea before.”

Shooting him a playful glare, you leaned next to him on the counter. “What do you want to do today?”

Levi’s eyes softened when he felt you lean your head on his shoulder. “Well, we could go on a run, finish up the garden, you could call your friend back, we could clean...”

Your groaned at all of his suggestions.

“Tough crowd, huh?” He joked and sipped his tea. “Well, what do you want to do today?”

Sighing against him, you chuckled. “Stay inside and watch movies with you.”

“Seems like you had that figured out.”

“I did.” You sipped you coffee

“Why did you ask me if you already had the day planned?”

“I wanted you to feel included.”

“Tch.”

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About an hour later, you were both freshened up for your lazy day.

Levi sat on the couch, aimlessly swiping through things to watch on the tv. You had disappeared minutes ago and Levi was started to question it.

He let out a sigh when he saw you bundled up like a burrito with the comforter to the bed.

“(Y/n), no that’s our comforter. No- look it’s dragging on the floor.”

You rolled your eyes and shuffled to the couch. “You woke me up at the crack ass of dawn, I think I’m allowed to use the comforter.”

“Darling, I had to wake you up. Lord knows you wouldn’t have done it on your own.”

“Still your fault.”

You opened the blanket and clung onto Levi. He let out a low hum and sat against the corner of the couch, his legs opened up as you crawled in between them.

Your head was laying on his chest and his back was smushed against one of the throw pillows.

“Comfy?”

“Mhm.”

Levi put on a random sitcom and set the remote on the small coffee table and grabbed his now second cup of tea.

The obnoxious laugh tracks played through the speakers and Levi’s hand was playing with your hair. He thumbed the locks and ran his fingers through them. A small moan leaving your lips at the touch.

Levi barely watched the show, his attention was focused on you and how your eyes would flutter shut every couple minutes before you shuffled and forced yourself back awake.

“You can sleep, darling.” He told you and covered you more with the blanket. “It’s still early.”

“But I wanna stay awake with you.” You mumbled, eyes already closing again.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He reassured you with a kiss to your head.

Mumbling some incoherent words, Levi watched as your breathing slowed and your body felt more limp. His hand moved to rub along your back.

Levi’s attention returned to the tv, a bored look on his face from the comedy. Grasping the remote, he turned on another show.

A crime documentary.

About another hour has passed when Levi felt you stirring, you breathed in a long breath before turning your head into him more.

Eyes lifting open, you looked up at Levi who had his attention on the show.

“…the serial killer was never caught, however, detectives say-”

“How do you watch this stuff?” You rasped out as you realized what was playing.

“Tch, you’re one to talk. I’ve seen your porn history.”

“That is completely irrelevant.” You defended and closed your eyes again.

“Mm, sure it is.” Levi’s hand came up to your head. “You get enough rest?”

A yawn escaped you. “Mhm, I’m just lazy.”

Levi nodded and shifted so his body was laying down more. “We did go three rounds last night.”

“Yeah, thanks for that horndog.” You said and groaned out when Levi’s hands went to squeeze your ass.

“You sore?”

“Very, get your hands off me.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night.”

“Levi!”

The man chuckled in response and rested his head on top of yours. The early morning rising has started to get to him now.

Levi watched through lazy eyes as you grabbed the remote when his documentary ended. Scrolling through the content, he scoffed when you put on a Disney movie.

“You’re literally about to fall asleep right now, don’t throw a fit cause I wanna watch Wall-E.” You said.

And you were right. About twenty minutes in, soft snores were in your ear as Levi fell asleep, his soft breaths hitting your temple.

Snuggling back into him, you covered the both of you up more with the blanket. Levi’s grip around you tightened when he felt you curl into him more.

Soon your eyes were becoming hazy again and the movie slowly became a distant sound as you drifted off once again.

—————

“(Y/n)… darling, wake up.” A hand gently shook you from your slumber.

Humming in response, Levi called out to you again in a raspy voice. “It’s noon, we should get up.” His hand pushed the hair out of your face.

“No.” You mumbled against his bare chest.

“Babe, c’mon you’re drooling on me.”

“So?”

“So it’s disgusting.”

“I was literally covered in your cum last night, but the second I drool on you, it’s disgusting?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my-” huffing, you sat up and wiped your chin.

He tapped your thigh for you to get off, and he rose from the couch, groaning as his stiff muscles popped. The sound of another Disney movie had auto played in the background.

The house was now lit up from the afternoon sun and the temperature had risen, making the house a lot warmer.

“I’m gonna head into the shower, you think you can last ten minutes without me?” Levi asked and started to head into your bedroom.

“Aw I can’t join you?” You pouted your lips teasingly up at him.

Levi walked back towards you and grabbed your hand, pulling you up. He dragged you into the bedroom and pushed you against the wall, his lips met yours in a harsh collision.

“I’ll never say no to that.” He muttered.

Your hands found themselves tangled in his hair and he moaned against your lips when you started to tug.

Levi’s tongue swiped over your bottom lip, but you denied him access. His hands gripped your hips and he suddenly bit your lip, making you moan out. He quickly shoved his tongue inside your mouth, grinning ever so slightly when you hummed in defeat.

Levis hips met yours and he started to grind against you.

“Levi.” You moaned in between kisses, tongues fighting for dominance.

His hand moved down to your knee and he pulled your leg away, giving him more access to your center. You wrapped it around his waist as he started to grind harder against you.

“Mm, you’re not too sore are you?” Levi asked as pulled away. As much as he would love to take you again, he wouldn’t want to risk you being uncomfortable or in pain.

“No- please, just fuck me again.” And with that you gripped behind his head and pulled his lips to yours.

“Fuck, baby.” He whined and sunk his head in the crook of your neck. You gasped out when you felt his tongue run over the hickies from last night. He placed kisses along the small bruises before his teeth met the spot beneath your ear.

“Ah.”

He nipped and suckled at the spot while his hips continued to rocked in sync with yours. You felt his hands move back down to where your ass met your thighs and he squeezed the skin before hauling you up against him.

Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and he carried you over to the bed. Dropping you down gently, he crawled on top of you, eyes scanning over your body.

Levi pulled away and started to untie his sweats. He gave you a stern glare, urging you to do the same.

Without another thought, you hands went to the bottom of your- Levi’s shirt and pulled it above your head just as Levi finally kicked his sweats off.

You whimpered when Levi’s hungry eyes raked over your exposed breasts. The sudden coldness making your nipples harden.

The two of you were both left in your underwear and his hips immediately found yours again. You could feel his semi-hard dick grind against your center. The pleasure intensifying.

“God damn, you’re so beautiful.” He praised. Levi’s lips trailed down your neck, before stopping at your breasts.

He wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples, while his hand squeezed and toyed with your other one.

“Ahh, fuck.” You whined out when you felt his teeth scrape against the hardened bud.

With a final harsh tug, his mouth pulled away. The nipple now swollen and sensitive. “Soon, baby.”

Levi’s hand still toyed with your other nipple, rolling the bud around between his thumb and index finger. His eyes never left your face that was already huffing out labored breaths.

He watched your hands grip the sheets tightly.

“Levi…” you whined out when his hand retract from you. The loss of touch left a ghosting sensation throughout your body.

The man said nothing and his hand found the waistband of your panties. His finger curled around the side and he tugged at it before letting it go, the material snapping against your hip harshly.

You stared up at him through pleading eyes, begging him to do something, anything. Levi watched you intently, the way short breaths escaped your lips, how your tits bounced with every move, and how flushed your face already was.

Already so needy for him. He loved the way he made you feel. How you needed him to feel good.

After a few moments of silence, he slowly tugged down your panties and you graciously lifted your hips to help. He threw them to the side of the bed, where they originally were from the night prior, and gripped the meat of your thighs.

Levi gave a small kiss to your left thigh, lips trailing over the skin. His hands then pushed your legs apart roughly, so your pussy was now on full display to him.

“Levi?” You asked as he positioned his face in front of your cunt.

“Hm?”

“Just- I don’t know how sensitive I’ll be.” You said. He went down on you hard last night, and you knew you would be sensitive.

“I guess we’ll find out then.” And without another word, Levi’s tongue dove in between your lips.

“Ah!” A strangled moan escaped you as you could feel the wetness of his tongue against your sore pussy.

Your hands pulled on his hair in an attempt for more pleasure and he only groaned in response. The deep sound traveling as a vibration that sent straight to your clit.

His tongue continued to ravage your pussy, the sore feeling quickly washing away and being replaced in pleasure.

“Mm, you’re still so fucking wet with cum from last night.” Levi said and spread your thighs wider.

“Please.” You pushed his head deeper in.

Suddenly, his lips suctioned onto your clit making you cry out. The overstimulated bundle of nerves made your body shudder and already a sheer layer of sweat coated your skin.

His teeth lightly grazed your clit before his lips locked onto it once more, tongue swiping over the bud.

A familiar burning in the pit of your stomach made you start to subconsciously grind into his face. Your body already so desperate for an orgasm.

Levi pulled away after a few seconds, his lips swollen pink and breathing heavily.

“No, why’d you stop?” You whined out of frustration.

Levi wiped his mouth and tugged down his boxers, cock springing out over the waistband. “Like I said, darling.” His thumb ghosted over your lips before pressing into your mouth. “You’re already so wet from last night, you don’t need me for that.”

You groaned in protest around his thumb in your mouth. The sounds only coming out muffled.

He felt your tongue swipe over his thumb before your started to suck. “That’s it baby, you ready for my cock now?”

You nodded your head eagerly and he popped his thumb from your mouth.

He crawled closer to your face and you could feel the tip of his cock tapping your lips. “All the way in, darling.”

Levi bottomed out in your mouth, and moaned in pleasure at the feeling of your wet mouth around his member. Your nose was pressed against his pubic bone and you tried not to gag against him. He slowly started to thrust in, being mindful not to overwhelm you. After a few thrusts, he pulled out so only the tip remained in your mouth.

Your tongue swiped over the tip many times, making Levi shudder and grip the sheets next to your head. His eyes squeezed shut at the feeling as you moaned around his dick.

A small trail of saliva slowly ran down your lips to your chin and Levi raised an eyebrow at the sight. “Look at you.” He groaned as his hand gripped your chin. “You drool when you sleep and when you suck my cock.”

Levi dropped your chin when you ran your tongue over one of his veins. “Fuck. That’s enough.”

He pulled out of your mouth completely and lowered himself so he was aligned with your hole. Looking at you for approval, he guided himself in and you groaned at the pressure.

“Perfect fit.” Levi groaned out as your walls encased his dick, your hole already stretched out for him. Your hands immediately went to grip his biceps from the pressure. He bottomed out and stayed still for a few moments, eyes scanning over your body for any signs of discomfort.

Your eyes were clenched shut and teeth gritted from the feeling. Your body being already overstimulated from the night prior didn’t help.

“I’m gonna start moving, okay?” Levi said and kissed your cheek. “We can stop whenever you need, just let me know.” He reassured.

Levi started to pump in and out of you, vulgar moans and cries leaving your lips with every thrust. Your moans drowned out the soft grunts that left Levi as he rocked his hips into you.

“Shit, you’re all mine, you hear?” He grunted into your ear. “All fucking mine.” His pace started to increase as the pressure built into your stomach.

“That’s it.” He said. “You want to cum, don’t you?”

You nodded through closed eyes, tears threatening to escape. You felt his hand clasp around your chin again, forcing your eyes to open and meet his.

“Say it. Say how much you want to cum.” Levi ordered.

“P-please- ugh, I wanna- wanna cum.” You gasped as he increased his thrusts. “Please! Please!”

“Yeah? Should I let you? You already came for me so much last night.”

“I c-can do it! Please, just lemme cum.” You begged him through hazy eyes.

Levi’s movements started to falter as he felt the rise of his own orgasm with every thrust. “Fuck.”

“Levi-” You whimpered.

“Shh.” He dipped his head down and took your lips in between his. The kiss was more passionate this time and the little hums that escaped you every time he thrusted only made him more eager to finish.

Levi’s hand searched until he found yours, pushing it against the bedsheets and gripping it tightly.

“You ready?” He asked, feeling himself about to finish at any moment. Levi watched you nod your head in complete bliss and that’s when he gave you the order.

“Cum, my darling.”

That’s all you needed. At his words, your body released as you felt your orgasm wash over you with a loud cry. Levi’s orgasm synced with yours and your legs shook. You whimpered when you felt Levi’s warm cum spill into you.

He collapsed next to you on the bed, hair sticking to his forehead and face flushed. The only sound lingering in the room was the sound of heavy breathing.

Levi’s hand brushed over your forehead and he turned your head to face him. “You did so good, darling.”

You smiled at him tiredly and curled up next to him, his skin hot against yours. Your hand rested in his chest and his bicep acted like a pillow for you.

You were about to drift off to sleep when you felt him start to shift.

“Where are you-”

“Relax.” He gently said. “I’m going to draw us a warm bath. I’ll be right back.”

You nodded and closed your eyes once more, even after so much sleep, you couldn’t help the feeling of tiredness after having sex.

The sounds of the bathtub filling up echoed in the room and you groaned when you felt two arms scoop you up.

Levi cradled you to his chest as he brought you to the bathroom. The warm water had steam rising out of it and you hummed when he lowered you into the water. He climbed in behind you and let you relax against his chest.

The smell of eucalyptus and sage entered your nose. Levi’s favorite bath salts.

“You feeling okay?” He asked at your quietness.

“Mhmm, just perfect.” You murmured. “I love you.”

A small chuckle made his chest vibrate against you. “I love you more.”

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oliversrarebooks · 6 months

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walk home late at night

Masterlist

TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, blood drinking, nothing explicit but it's pretty horny

You're walking home from work late at night. You had to work overtime yet again, because your shitty boss forced a shitty deadline on you, and it's either work late or risk another bad performance review. Unfortunately, your need to make rent has to be prioritized over your need to sleep -- or else you won't have any more place to sleep.

The night is foggy and wet, almost like out of a suspense film, but you're too tired to indulge in much imagination. It's making your clothes and shoes damp and cold, which you do not appreciate in the slightest. At least you're not far, now. Only a few blocks.

As you pass under a flickering street lamp, you see the dark outline of a person in the space between buildings, and it startles you a bit. Probably nothing to worry about, probably just a loiterer or a homeless person. You're just jumpy because you're tired. You keep walking.

"Excuse me, dear."

The voice behind you is ethereal, neither male nor female, and almost seems to echo. It must be that person you passed a minute ago. A robber? Shit. You walk faster.

"Stop."

You stop.

Your mind reels as it tries to catch up with what you've just done. Why did you stop? This is clearly bad news.

"Please face me while I'm addressing you, dear."

You're turning around. Just to see who this person is and what they want, since clearly they aren't leaving you alone. Yes, that is the reason. "Who are you?"

"Silent, dear. Still and silent for me."

"I --" Your words die in your throat. Your muscles relax, like sliding into a warm bath. What's happening to you? It feels like a dream.

"Oh, dear," says the mysterious figure with a soft chuckle. "It seems you've already fallen under my power." They raise one hand and flutter their fingers downward, like rain, and your eyes follow. "Under my power. Deep, deep under my power."

It's like... your mind... shifts downwards. It feels so nice. But this isn't right. You have to get away from here -- you have to flee --

"So still, dear, so silent. Your limbs so heavy. Falling down, down, down." They flutter their fingers back and forth, and you feel yourself swaying along with it. "That's a lovely pet."

You're -- you're not a pet. You need to leave. But it's like your mind has disconnected from your body, and your body feels far too relaxed, like you've been hit with a tranquilizer. Tranquilized, yes, that's exactly how it feels.

"Come closer now, dear." With both hands, they beckon you closer. You take one step, then two, sleepwalking forward. "Closer and deeper under my power. Closer and deeper. Deeper and closer."

You can feel it. With every clumsy, sleepwalking step, your mind is draining away, your thoughts of escaping growing further and fuzzier. Distantly, you know that something bad will happen when you're in this strange person's clutches, but you can't stop yourself.

"Deeper under my power," says the echoing voice. You're so close now, in arm's reach, and the figure cups their hand under your chin and draws you in the rest of the way. Their touch feels electric, making you shiver with pleasure.

"That's a most excellent pet. Good, good pet," they praise, and the warmth of the praise spreads through your body. The thoughts of wrong, wrong, wrong are dimming as they pet your head as though you are a puppy.

Their fingers lift your chin, and you find yourself gazing into their deep, dark eyes. You can almost see stars in them, swirling and dancing, so beautiful. "That's right, dear pet. I need you to look into my eyes, now. Look deep, deep into my eyes," they say. "You're going to start to fall into a hypnotic trance for me. Deep, deep into trance."

Hypnotic... trance... there's a brief struggle in your mind.

"Yes, dear, you're being hypnotized. You're already starting to get sleepy, so very sleepy. Getting so sleepy as you look deep into my eyes, so sleepy as I sink you into hypnosis. So, so sleepy."

The sleepy, drowsy feelings are overwhelming. You can't think any more. You feel your body slumping, and they catch you in their arms and hold you upright so you can keep staring into those eyes. So hypnotized... so sleepy...

"Keep gazing into my eyes, dear. You're getting so, so sleepy. It's time for foolish little pets like you to go to sleep and surrender to me. Go to sleep, dear, a deep, hypnotic sleep. You're so, so drowsy. So hypnotized. Practically asleep already." Their eyes seem to get even closer and brighter. "Far too sleepy to resist, dear, too drowsy to fight it. All you can do is look into my eyes, let yourself be hypnotized, and go to sleep, deep, sweet sleep."

They're right. You're far too sleepy to stop this from happening. You're already so hypnotized, and they're so, so powerful.

"Your eyes want to shut, don't they, my pet? Yes, of course they do. They crave sleep so badly. Your mind desires sleep. Your mind wants to be hypnotized, wants to lower all its defenses and just relax. Yes, relax your mind for me, dear, let me soothe it to sleep. Your eyelids are drooping, pet. They're closing. You're losing control. You're surrendering. You're surrendering to sleep and to hypnosis, more sleepy and hypnotized by the minute. Isn't that right?"

Your head bobs forward, nodding in response to your master's question.

"Good pet, good, good pet. Let me put you to sleep now, dear. You're going to go to sleep and surrender your hypnotized mind to me. It's only right for a foolish little pet like you, so utterly helpless. Go to sleep, dear. No more fighting your heavy eyelids. No more resisting your drowsy mind. You can't stay awake any longer."

Your vision blurs, your eyelids almost closed. The urge to give in and sleep is so powerful. You can't even remember why you were trying to stay awake.

"Sleep, my pet. Sleep and surrender. Sleep and submit. Sleep and be hypnotized." Their voice goes lower. "I'll take such good care of you while you sleep."

A soft, quiet noise escapes your lips as you fall forward into the mysterious figure's arms, head resting on their shoulder, fast asleep. Their hand rubs your back in a slow circle.

"Good, good, my pet, my thrall. Sleep so deep in hypnotic trance. You won't remember any of this, my dear. You won't remember a thing. You're going to sleep and forget... sleep and submit... sleep and let down every defense while I feed."

Your sleeping, defenseless mind absorbs the commands to forget. In your trance state, you can feel cold fingers tilt your head and run down your neck.

"You will submit," says the echoing voice at your ear. "You will remain completely asleep and completely hypnotized while I drink my fill from you. There will be no pain, only sleep and submission. Do you understand, my dear thrall?"

"Yes... master..." you whisper.

"Very good," they purr. "Now relax and be especially still. Good pet."

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel sharp fangs at your neck. Despite what your master just said, there is a brief moment of pain, followed by a strange warm sensation as they begin to drink from the punctures on your neck. You can feel yourself bleeding, feel their tongue and their fangs as they lap at your precious blood, feel yourself surrendering utterly.

The warmth from the wound is spreading through your body, and when it hits your brain, there's a wash of intense bliss that makes you shiver and release a low moan, a small part of your mind embarrassed as you fall apart to the sensation. Your master chuckles. "Enjoying yourself, my thrall?"

"Yes, master," you respond immediately.

"Very good, pet, you're so hypnotized and submissive for me, aren't you?" They lick at the wound on your neck. "Perhaps I'll keep you, after all. Do you want to be kept? Do you want to go home with me?"

You know the right answer. "Yes, master."

"If you insist, my hypnotized and helpless little thrall." They nurse the wounds for another moment, before whispering once more in your ear. "Go deeper asleep now. Do not resist the hypnosis. You belong to me."

There's nothing left in you to resist. Your body goes limp and lifeless as your master picks you up in a princess carry, the cool evening breeze on your face as they whisk you off to god knows where.

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#whump #vampire #mind control #vampire whumper #hypnosis #hypnotic induction #blood drinking #vampire hypnosis

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eepwriting · 15 days

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One More ✶ IV x GN! Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, thigh riding, overstim, fingering, intercourse

Note- To the anon who requested thigh riding, praise + overstim with ivy: I was in the middle of writing this and accidentally posted it instead of saving it to my drafts…so I had to delete that shit lol I’m so sorry. Anyway, this is for youuu! I hope you can still find it + thank you for the request 🤍

!! mdi !!

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“Hop on. You can help yourself.”

It took you a second to register what he just said.

“You can pretend I’m not even here. Hm, how about that?” He reaches for your hand, his covered mouth pressing to the back of your hand, leaving gentle kisses. When you don’t answer he looks at you with impatient eyes and taps his thigh. “C’mon.”

You shift in your seat before standing to remove your bottoms. One leg bends and comes to sit in between his thighs, the other resting beside him, his thigh now caged between your legs. “See? That’s wasn’t so hard was it?” His hands grip your hips. “Now, I’ll sit here, and you do whatever you want.” His eyes are relaxed as he lets his head fall against the couch cushions.

You blush. The way he’s speaking to you, demanding yet calm. The way his hands are ever so slightly guiding your hips back and forth over his thigh. All of it makes your brain fuzzy.

You take a deep breath before firmly pressing down on his thigh, your hips slowly rolling forward then rocking back. You can’t help but let out a whine, the friction feeling like a reward after the yearning you’d felt all day. Your pace quickens slightly.

“Mm, that feel good?” His hands grip tighter as he flexes his thigh. You give him a weak nod. “Oh yeah? You look so pretty up there using my thigh like that.” You whine out at his words, one hand landing on his shoulder, the other gripping the back of his neck. You lean over him, your lower half, having developed a mind of its own. Hips snapping back and forth, your own thighs, closing and opening as you push yourself harder down on his leg.

IV’s hand shoots up to pull his mask up and over his chin and mouth before he grips your jaw, bringing your mouth to his. He kisses you, deep and slow. You moan into his open mouth and grip the back of his neck tighter. He pulls away slightly “Tell me how you feel baby. You like riding my thigh like this?” He’s bouncing his leg now, looking up at you through his lashes, his hands gripping your hips even tighter.

You let out a breathy yes and a quick nod. “You feel so good baby. So good.” You moan out, your eyes squeezing shut. Your release is so close you can almost taste it. You take notice of the way iv’s hips slightly buck up towards you, the way his hard cock is straining the denim of his black jeans. Everything combines into the perfect mixture, aiding that knot in your lower half to finally unravel. Your head rolls back, a cool flash starts at the top of your head, crashing down your body before settling between your legs.

“There you go baby. Always so good for me, aren’t you?” He says with a slight groan as he watches you. IV’s hands run up and down your sides as your hips slowly come to a stop. Another whine leaves your mouth as you lean into him, your head on his shoulder. He lets you stay that way for a short while, before wrapping his arms around you, standing up slightly and laying you down on the couch.

He’s standing over you now, his hands making quick work of his belt. “You gonna let me fuck you now? You’ve been asking all day.” He shifts you over on the cushions before straddling your hips, his head coming down to kiss you. His hands roam your neck and chest as he licks into your mouth. Soon his hand finds its way in between your thighs, his fingers lightly rubbing and teasing you.

Your teeth come down on iv’s bottom lip as a whine crawls up from your throat. “Hmmm, easy.” You make a poor effort in shifting yourself away from his hand.

“Shhh, I know baby.” He moves to leave open mouth kisses on your jaw. “You can give me another, can’t you? You asked for this, remember?” His other hand pushing down on your hips, keeping you still.

You let out a guttural moan because he’s right. You have wanted this all day but you’re already so sensitive. You know it’ll take little to no time before you cum again. You can already feel yourself reaching that peak. IV pulls away to sit up, his hand still moving between your legs, faster now. He looks down at you and grabs your hand. “Be good for me baby. Make a mess on my hand, c’mon.”

Your pleasure catches up to you and you feel that familiar feeling again. You can’t help the almost silent cry that leaves you. IV works you through your second orgasm, one hand still working you, the other still gripping your hand. “Oh, good job baby.” He lets out a chuckle as he leans back down to capture your mouth in a sloppy kiss.

His mouth travels down your neck. “One more.” He sits up again, his hand reaching into his boxers, pulling his cock out. He gathers some spit in his hand, pumping himself a few times.

You don’t know if you have another in you, but you can’t bring yourself to push him off. Deep down you want this just as much as he does.

He teases, the head of his cock just barely entering you before he pulls away. He does this multiple times until he finally pushes his full length into you. You moan out, basically on the verge again, having just finished mere minutes ago. “Wait. Wait, just sit there for a second.” You breathe out, your hands gripping his forearms. IV listens, his hips still while his hands rub comforing circles on your hips and stomach.

You give him a slight nod when you’re ready. He pulls out until just his tip is still in you, before burying himself again. A low but long moan leaves him, his head thrown back. “Shit baby. Feels so good when you’re wrapped around me.” He lets out a huff before bringing his hips back and snapping them forward.

Tears prick your eyes, everything feeling overwhelming and sensitive. IV notices and leans down to rest his forehead against yours. He coos at you, peppering kisses on your cheeks and mouth. “You can take it can’t you? You’re doing so good for me.” His thrusts are somewhat harsh and quick, but you can tell he’s loosing himself with the way his breath stutters.

Arms on either side of your head, he picks up his pace. His cock pummeling in and out of you. His whines and moans are gruff and constant.

His hips falter and his breathing becomes shallow and quick. “Where do you want me?” He whimpers. You wrap your legs around his waist, arms around his back and bring him down to you. Your mouth attaches to his in a hungry kiss, occasionally interrupted by moans from both of you. IV’s hips stop when you feel him twitch and release into you.

With him, his sounds and your overall sensitivity, another orgasm washes over you, smaller and weaker this time. Your whole body shudders as you moan out a weak cry into his mouth. You have zero energy left.

You hear a groan from IV before he pulls away from you. “Hm, you okay?” He’s breathless as he cups your face. You nod, on the verge of sleep.

He pulls out of you, before leaving the room in search for a wet cloth. He’s back a short time later, gently cleaning you and himself up. When he’s done he squeezes your hand before slotting himself behind you on the couch. He drapes a blanket over the two of you before wrapping his arms around your waist. “You did such a good job baby, thank you. I knew you could give me one more.” You feel him kiss the side of your face before your heavy eyes close.

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This was so fun to write y’all! Sorry if the ending kinda sucks :/

If you want to see anything in particular, feel free to request.

K. Bye bye.

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slasherx · 12 days

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Funny times with Jason

Content: Jason Voorhees x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: In which there are four instances where you thought Jason was being funny. Also I finally found a 2009 Jason gif!

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It was a cold winter day, and with the cabin's heating system being broken, it was understandably cold inside too. Jason didn't seem to mind, but you were freezing. Jason found you huddled on the couch under several blankets. You turned to look at him and held your arms out. "Come hold me?"

Jason's shoulders bounced like he was laughing. You could faintly hear it. You pouted and brought your arms back under your blankets. "Fine. None for you."

Jason stopped laughing and moved closer to you, waving his hands around. You looked away. "No, you laughed at me."

Jason came closer and put his hands on your shoulders. He shook you gently to get you to look at him. Finally, you looked back up at him. When he started to sign the word 'sorry,' you swiftly shoved your hands up his shirt.

They were ice cold, and the shock made Jason let out a scream. You began to laugh really hard, leaning forward so your forehead rested on his stomach. Your arms slowly slid out from underneath his shirt, and you could feel his muscles clench at the cold.

"Jason, baby, woah!" You said between laughs.

Jason was not amused.

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Spring had finally rolled around, which meant chilly mornings and hot afternoons. Putting on the appropriate attire, you thought you were all set for a day of work.

"Jason? Have I forgotten anything?" You asked loudly through the cabin as you checked your pockets.

Jason came into view and towered over you. You could see his eyes through the mask for once. "Oh, I know what I forgot."

With a smile, you leaned up and kissed him where his mouth would be. You saw his ears and neck turn red, but something poked your stomach. Looking down, you saw his hand with your car keys in them.

"Oh...that's what I forgot." You chuckled awkwardly, but burst out laughing on the inside.

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Summer had rolled around and the two of you were sitting on the couch watching a movie. The A/C was going, Jason had his arm over your shoulders, it was nice.

It seemed to be too nice for Jason, as he began to drift off. You hadn't noticed yet. Jason's head began to lull to the side, and he let out a loud snore that made both you and him jump, and look at each other.

You began laughing, holding your stomach. "You can snore? That's hilarious!"

Jason was once again not amused.

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And then autumn rolls around. You and Jason were out for a midnight stroll and had stopped at the lake. The full moon shone brightly, illuminating the space around you.

You were leaning against Jason on the dock, his arm around your shoulders once more. You sighed happily against him, before turning to look at him.

"I love you, Jason."

Jason seemed shocked by this and whipped his head to you. His wide eyes staring into your soul, flicking back and forth between your eyes. You giggled. "Yes Jason, I mean it."

You cupped his masked cheek and leaned in for a kiss. Jason was eager and leaned in too fast, smashing your noses into each other. He reeled back and blinked in surprise. You rubbed your nose and tried your hardest not to laugh.

"Jason, baby, it's okay. Come back here."

Jason, now embarrassed, hung his head. He was again, not amused.

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Here's my masterlist, in case you like what you see and want to request more!

#jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x you #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #slashers x reader #slashers

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hanasnx · 7 months

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"capable of love."

WC: 1k | CHARACTERS: scott barringer x gn!reader SUMMARY: an injury brings you closer together. WARNINGS: injury | size difference | romance | mentioned: withdrawals

SCOTT BARRINGER has a lot of anger to work out. He makes that clear every time you witness one of his famous temper tantrums. If something doesn't go his way, he's the first to leave. The first to kick something over. To yell, to scream, to cry. It's bratty, and annoying. It's natural, from your side of things, to wish ill-will upon him. He expresses what you're never allowed to express, you wish it'd be his downfall.

Lo and behold, he has another one of his emotional outbursts. His instability becomes everyone's problem. He's large, and he's loud. Of course you'd flinch, drop whatever's in your hands, hide from the source. It stirs resentment within you— that dissipates right before your eyes when your wish comes true.

A jarring slam, and a resounding: "Fuck!" Has you rushing to the origin, to see him doubled over clutching his own hand.

"What happened?" your instinct is to say. At the sound of your voice, he straightens, a sheen of fresh tears on his eyes as meets yours. Delicate, pink features twisted in anguish as he glances between you and his injury.

"Shut my fucking hand in the door." he replies hoarsely, angrily. Like it's your fault. He can't keep still, pacing, bending over, torn between looking around or at his brittle fingers. A string of curses start out strong from his lips, stringing with saliva, and feather out to a whisper. Dealing with the pain manifests in throwing his body around.

Once you get over your shock, guilt takes root. Is this your fault? Did you cause this? You blink away your disbelief, rushing to his side to settle soothing hands on his back after he rests his elbows on the counter, rocking back and forth. Frantically, he massages his palm as if to get his mind off of the actual location of the injury.

To your surprise, he jerks away from your touch. "Go away! Go, I don't need you." The back of his head is far less intimidating, golden locks curling around at the nape of his neck in a most endearing way. Unfortunately, you have no time to idle, hovering your hands over the fabric of his hoodie, wary of his boundary.

"At least let me see it." you tell him firmly. You hear a faint whimper and he shakes his head. So you toughen up, "Scott. Let me see it."

Reluctantly, he stands and you back up, so when he faces you you're not as close as you once were, concealing your former proximity. The shade of his face has deepened. "I think I broke it."

You outstretch your palm, inviting him to let you see. His wound is kept close to his chest, as if he hasn't decided to trust you with it yet. In the light, getting a good view of his skewed countenance, you notice the damp trail lining his cheek. It's not a good time to mention it, and you see his hesitance slowly melt away as he carefully releases his hand, and extends his arm to you. His knuckles rest on the heel of your palm, and you inspect him with extreme prejudice. Exacerbating the pain would be cruel, but violating his fragile trust in you would be worse. You can feel the red hot pulse of it, and chew your bottom lip worriedly.

"Well?" he snaps you out of your examination impatiently, tilting his head into your eye-line to recapture your attention.

You turn it over, his large appendage about the length of your two overlapping ones as you hold it. Blue blooms underneath his fingernails, he must've burst the blood vessels on impact. "Can you bend them?"

"What?" he sighs incredulously, narrowing his gaze at you to scrutinize you.

"If any of your fingers are broken, we'll know. Can you bend them?"

"What? No!"

"Just try!"

He opens his mouth to speak, to object, but it closes. Moistening his lips, he throws a look to the side in exasperation before stepping closer to you, bowing his head to concentrate hard on his twitching digits. You try to ignore how fast your heart is beating. Daring a glance up at him, he does not return the favor, but you witness the adorable way his tongue peeks out as he focuses, how his sharp jawline is defined by the gesture.

Tentatively, his fingers move in the shortest bursts, like little cracks of motion. "It hurts."

"It's gonna." You both watch as he cautiously wiggles his fingers. As a former football player, you're sure he's no stranger to injury. Your guess is he was already overwhelmed, and experiencing withdrawals. Something like this was enough to set him off, but he's... a lot calmer now. Breathing has evened out as he intently carries out the task you gave him, fingers move back and forth in a leisure wiggle. You're not sure why you did it, why you're feeling so nurturing, so drawn to him, but your hands envelope his, massaging the tissue for him. His wide palm and thick wrist are worked by your affectionate touch.

It stuns him. Flashing his gaze between you and his sore appendage.

"What are you doing?" he questions quietly. It's unclear if he's averse or puzzled.

"Helping." Your thumbs dig into the meat of his hand, sensing the kinks there. "You have rough hands." On the inside of the knuckle, where his fingers meet his palm, there are calluses. Probably from holding that stupid football. You meet his awaiting eyes, the twinge of red still lines his lids, lashes dark and wet from lachrymal essence, exquisite cheek bones budded with a frail pink. There's a comfortable silence as he draws his bottom lip through his teeth. His larynx bobs with a swallow.

Electricity. It has your baby hairs stand on end. An invisible force beckons you, as if tied together and the string tightens, you incline into each other. Your surroundings fall away with each inch. Tepid, parted lips graze yours, a minor delay to purse yet. He searches your eyes at first, and your mirror his actions, coming to meet in the middle with a subtle pucker. A peck. Innocent, soft. His hand remains relinquished in yours.

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bakerstreethound · 9 months

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Congrats on 5 years! 🎉

Can I get a Sherlock fluff with Sherlock is awake first, hes looking at the reader with utmost love. But he wakes up the reader with kisses and nuzzles.❤️ I adore the way you write & I cant get enough of soft Sherlock🍓✨

Thank you so much for sending this in. I finally completed the story (I apologize for taking so long) I hope you enjoy it! There is a bit of light smut at the end so 18+ only.

Light in the Darkness

Summary: Waking up in Sherlock's arms is one of the highlights of your day, and he shows you how much he adores you; how grateful he is to have you in his life.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Sherlock groans, wiping the remaining sleepiness from his eyes. Outside, the sun barely makes itself visible, the night holding fast to London, unrelenting in its grasp over the city. Sherlock yawns, reaching out to the other side of the bed, your sleeping form breathing softly lost in the throes of sleep.

He smiles, his hand brushing softly along your side watching as you lean into his touch. Even your subconscious knows you’re at peace here with him and you snuggle further into him, allowing yourself a moment of extended comfort before reality pulls you into its clutches.

Lips travel softly along your neck, the soft brush of curls following in their wake as gentle nuzzles replace the kisses, going back and forth simultaneously. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips and your eyes flutter open, met with the face of your husband looking at you with simmering eyes, half lidded, the sleep not fully leaving him, yet.

“Good morning to you, too Sherlock.”

He melts against you, your fingers running through his curls, massaging them as he likes it, earning an appreciative groan. You continue at it, relishing in the soft noises he makes, not yet ready to let any of his cases take him from you. He looks content enough, his breathing slow and steady, much the opposite of your own when you wake up startled from nightmares.

“That feels nice,” he gazes up at you eyes shimmering in adoration, overcome with unspoken emotions he can't fathom. It’s more than nice, something you could’ve conjured in a dream.

His arm laced around your waist pulls you impossibly closer, the feeling of his bare skin against yours a reminder of the night before, allowing you to admire the marks you left behind, mingled with the scars of a time long past you knew wouldn’t disappear from his skin, a permanent reminder of those times alone. But nothing like that will happen again, not with you by his side.

You press a kiss to his cheek, pulling him from his thoughts, and what a sight you are, eyes wide looking at him with more adoration than he could possibly fathom. His hand reaches to you of its own accord, stroking your cheek softly.

You lean into his touch, his warmth kindling a spark inside you, firing into your heart, electricity rampant between you. He doesn’t want to look away, even as the sunlight barely parting through the ever-hanging fog beckons a new day, he doesn’t want it to begin.

He only wants to remain here with you for the moment, though his mind protests, his legs aching to run down the ramparts and alleyways of his beloved town. It will always be there for him.

London isn’t you.

And you are more than the city that soiled his name, his reputation, slandered him for a penny here and there to get the inside scoop.

You are his, his to cherish and damn it you are one of the only ones he truly finds some semblance of the concept of love, the feeling of you next to him makes his head spin, fathoming the possibilities of how you both ended up this way together.

It is a bond of unbreakable trust between you, beautiful and understood looming and intertwined with truth.

His forehead rests against your and you lean up into him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your hands carding through his beautiful mass of curls, twirling a rogue strand around an index finger.

“You’re wonderful, Sherlock. What would I do without you?” Or, rather, what could you do to help his racing mind. His eyes dart back and forth, deeming to bury his face in your neck inhaling your scent.

What was he supposed to tell you?

This feeling inside him blooming further over the past year makes him nervous, even trying to voice how he feels won’t do it justice for what he can’t fully express.

When his lips brush yours, his arms caging you to him, encompassing you in his safety and warmth, it’s all you can comprehend consume and breathe. It’s him all-encompassing and nothing more. Nothing feels more right than this moment.

“Sherlock,” your voice falls from his lips in a perfect incandescent harmony, one he wants to breathe, to sing to create with you and you alone.

Fiery desperation fuels the strength of his kiss drowning you further into the heat of his flames, the coolness of your water evaporating his lips in a breath of fresh air.

You don’t want it to end, despite the time, the hour, the plans for the day, all is obsolete and his hands brush under the seam of your shirt, slently asking for permission. No other words are needed, you welcome him without question, shivering as your form is revealed to him, inch by inch, each intake of breath anticipating his next move.

Lips grazing your neck, hands falling to your hips, stroking circles just so. Your hands dig into his back, clinging to him like a lifeline, not daring to let go.

His body pressing against yours, groaning at the friction makes you shiver in anticipation. The full feeling of his skin against your laid bare to him is nothing more than comforting.

It’s home, it’s where you belong.

Only he got to see you in such a manner and you for him. Such is the manner of things and how they’ll always be. You want no one else but him. His feelings are indescribable as his fingers work you slow, your mouths falling open at the sensation, digging into his back harder, begging and pleading his name.

He loves you like this, would frame it if he could. Another memory another shot of the countless images in his mind palace he keeps. Memories of you always flutter near and you’re where he belongs, his northern star the compass pointing him home.

For London may be his city, but here with you in his arms, falling apart through his love, he is home at last. A beacon of light in the darkness.

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specialagentlokitty · 7 months

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Shaun Murphy x reader - my comfort

Shaun Murphy from the Good Doctor with Werewolf (or were rabbit) Reader being his emotional support animal (or not it's cool) and just fluffy moments where Reader let's him pet her whenever he's upset. - Anon💜

Yawning a little, you stretched your arms above your head as you went back to scrolling through the computer in front of you.

“Don’t you have a job to be doing?”

“Don’t you have a person to be stabbing?”

You grinned a little as you flicked your eyes up to your friend, and she chuckled, setting a cup down in front of you.

“Have you seen Shaun yet?” Claire asked.

You shook your head, leaning back in your chair as you took the cup between your hands, taking a deep breath of that coffee smell before sipping it.

“Stop putting sugar in your coffee.”

“How did you know?! It was just a small bit!”

You set your cup back down, reaching out for hers and she handed it over, letting her swap cups with you.

“Because I’m just good.”

“It’s cheating, she has heightened senses and never told anybody.” Jared said.

“Seriously? All this time and you never thought to share?”

You beamed a little as you stood up, pushing the chair towards the clearly upset Shaun who was pacing back and forth.

“Isn’t it enough I basically live here?”

You rolled your shoulders, walking over to Shaun and you let the familiar burn take over you as you felt your body change.

Paws hitting the ground, you walked over to Shaun and yawned again, sitting down in front of him, pressing your side to his legs.

Instinctively his hands found their way to your head, fingers running through the now brown fur.

“That’s cheating.” Claire huffed.

You flicked your eyes to her.

“I think you should just stay like that, it’s quieter.” Jared smirked.

You snarled at him, snapping your jaws a little, and he laughed, sitting in the desk as he picked up the file you had been working on.

“I’m taking your patient.”

You breathed out a huff, and looked up at Shaun, and he looked at you briefly before looking away again.

“Stay as long as you need, we’ve got you covered.” Claire beamed.

With that her and Jared left, and you were left there with Shaun.

You rested your head on his leg, letting him pet the fur on your head.

“I suppose there are perks to having a werewolf who trusts you.” Melendez said.

You opened your eyes and growled at him, standing on all fours as you stood in front of Shaun who was still petting you.

Melendez raised his hands and backed away, and you heard someone laugh.

You turned around and growled and Andrews who quickly did the same thing.

“What’s the issue? You’ve never been angry with me?”

Shaun tapped your head a few times, and you looked at him.

“I want to go outside.” He said.

You stepped back, allowing him to get up, stills keeping a hand on you as you began to walk him towards the doors.

“Am I a good surgeon?” Shaun asked you.

He glanced at you, and you gave a small nose of confirmation.

“I am a good surgeon.” A repeated.

You let out a small bark, and he repeated his sentence.

You sat down in front of him, and he stopped walking, crouching down in front of you, his hand ruffling your fur.

“Your fur is very soft.”

You lowered your head for him.

“I like it.”

He pat your head a few times.

“Can you stay with me?”

You gave a small nod.

“Okay.”

He began to walk away and you trailed behind him, laying on the desk as he began to do some paperwork.

He carried on running his hand through your fur, the sensation was calming for him.

You knew this.

Sometimes he wanted you to sit with him, other times he wanted you to shift and just stay near him.

He knew when you were nearby he was okay and he was safe. You were his comfort, his protector.

You always had been since he met you a few years ago, and he knew that no matter what changed in his life you would always be there

#the good doctor #the good doctor x reader #the good doctor x you #the good doctor imagine #Shaun Murphy #Shaun Murphy x reader #Shaun Murphy x you #Shaun Murphy imagine

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