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itsthevoid · 3 months
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i got premiere and photoshop back after MONTHS (it only took me like... a few clicks and seconds to download and install. it was super easy. i put that off for nothing lol i can be incredibly lazy) and i wanted to get back to doing more samuel roukin gifs (specially since he got a movie out recently!) and also simcoe gifs in general. but ngl i think my first gifset back is gonna be for czernobog. i need him so bad and he's so underrated like wth
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manddor · 1 year
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fluff with ajax? this boy is so 😫 😫
ikr? and i feel he’s a little underrated! btw, thanks for the request <3 this is a little long! but i hope you like!
ajax petropolus x fem!reader — friends fake dating; angst and fluff
YOU BELONG WITH ME !
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Rave'N was approaching and you - despite not liking those things - needed a pair. Even Wednesday who had zero manners with people had a date and so your friends started talking about you. 'You swear nobody asked you to go to the ball?' 'Awn, y/n, don't worry, I'm sure someone will call you soon!’
So you went to Ajax's dorm and thank God he was alone. "Please, be my date for the prom-" you begged. "I swear I didn't want to do this with you, but Enid already has a date" you mumbled, glancing to see if he wouldn't get bitter by the statement. When he gave a small smirk you continued "and people started whispering behind my back about how they feel bad for me! And we've always been best friends, so it wouldn't be weird.." He rolled his eyes. "Please, please, please... you owe me! I gave my answers to you on Tornhill's test."
"Cheating on a test and being your fake date is extremily different..." he looked up, because a snake was starting to come out of his hood. "Okay, I'I go with you." he said trying to hide the animal.
You jumped out of his bed and sprinted to give your friend a hug. "Have I mentioned how much I like you?" he started laughing, hugging you back.
"That's enough, y/n, I need to have energy to pretend I can handle dating you to everyone at Nevermore" he said pushing you away with a smile on his face. "I'll be the best boyfriend you've ever had. Although it won't be difficult at all... people will think it's weird that you're dating someone so nice and handsome like me."
"Don't think so, pretty boy. People will be jealous of you for being with me" you said pointing your finger at his chest. "I'll make you some protection charms...” he rolled his eyes again and pointed to the door and muttered for you to leave. "Oh, another thing.." you giggled. "We need to start this as soon as possible to make it feel more real."
"Ugh, okay, y/n! But after prom, I'II try things with Enid again, okay?" you agreed and finally left his room wishing him a 'goodnight, boyfriend.’
The next morning, in your history class - all the lights in the room were turned off, as your professor was showing a slide about the great war - you were almost asleep, your eyes were heavy and you're fighting with the urge to pay attention in class. Suddenly, Bianca who was sitting next to you punched your arm almost making your head hit the table, you looked around without understanding and you noticed the door was open, with an intense light coming towards you. Xavier was standing next to the old man "Sorry about the confusion Professor, but my friend has something to say."
You were still sleepy, but you were fully aware that it was Ajax walking into the room with a huge bouquet of flowers, with Kent's company who had a sign - which Xavier helped him open - that was written ‘Y/n, would you like to go to Rave'N with me?’.
Holy crap.
"Y/n, honey, would you give me the honor and be my date to prom?" he asked and even your professor had a small smile on his face waiting for you to answer.
The whole class started whispering and Bianca shook you to get up at once to answer the boy who had an adorable smile on his face. You were astonished. You had told him to be your fake date, but you had no idea that his head could think of all that.
"Wow" you whispered, then cleared your throat "Y-yes! I'll go with you, Aj."
"Come here, kid." the professor said and you went to Ajax to hug him.
"I can't believe you did that" you whispered into his ear.
"It was what you deserved" he whispered back and you took the bouquet from his hand which almost fell out of your hands as they were sweating. "I'll see you later honey" he placed a kiss on your cheek and left the room. You stood there still without reaction, watching Xavier congratulate Ajax - both with the brightest smiles you ever saw. All your classmates started applauding.
When you sat down, Bianca's jaw dropped. "Why didn't you told me this before? Ajax is so cute and you guys are a match" you blushed.
The next few days were in the same intensity. He spent every meal at your side, giving you hugs and placing kisses on your cheek or in your forehead, getting a lot of questions from your friends. 'When this started?', 'You've always been so close... we should have noticed' and 'You finally decide to get to know each other deeply!'
Ajax took to answering for you, once you commented that you felt embarrassed with so much attention on you. 'Yeah... we didn't even thought about it, but it happened.'
But something strange happened. You two spent a lot of time together to show your cute little relationship, but he started ghosting you. You thought maybe he was trying to figure how he would fix the things with Enid after that.
"Aj" you called him when you were alone in the hall. "Are you mad at me?" he barely looked at your face. "You haven't spoken to me in a while.”
He looked a long time into your eyes and placed a hand on your arm, squeezing a little bit. "No! No way" he cracked a smirk.
"Great! Because tomorrow is Raven'N and we need to be super connected" you said and his smile disappeared.
"Yeah, I know" he paused for a moment. "I have class now, see you later." and he left. You felt a strange feeling, because you knew he didn’t have any class right now.
At Raven'N's day, you were surprised by how excited you were. It was actually a mix of excitement and anxiety and you didn't know why, but you decided to embrace the feeling. You got dressed up with Bianca and a few other friends, dancing and singing together.
You ended up exchanging a few messages with Ajax and even though things were still a little awkward between the two of you, he was still being cute and funny, like he always was.
And when you went to the ball, the hall was amazing, super decorated and with exciting songs. You started looking for some boy who was covering his hair but failed. "Xav, have you seen Aj?" you asked as the tall boy walked past you.
He seemed to think for a while before answering, his cheeks turning red "He... he was talking to Enid." your heart skipped a few beats. "And he's a little drunk." Shit.
You knew that interrupting their conversation would be an embarrassment, so you decided to wait for him to come talk to you. Even if he didn't spend the prom with you, if he had patched things up with Enid, you'd be happy for him. Right? You were supposed to be happy for him. He was your best friend. Just that.
So when you saw Enid come back with a huge smile on her face, you got worried and decided to look for the boy. Ajax was sitting in the hallway and you could see that he was really drunk. "Aj!"
"Oh, Y/n. I'm so sorry... I failed on that fake date thing" he said putting his hand on his face as if he was embarrassed.
"What are you talking about?" you helped him up and his body was heavier than you imagined. He ended up not answering your question and you didn't insisted. Ajax slipped and his forehead met yours. He laughed.
"I really want to kiss you right now." he whispered. Your heart raced.
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"I do, y/n. I'm the dumbest guy in the world... I wish I had told you this a long time ago." he said running his fingers through your hair. Suddenly, all of your body felt warm.
"And the whole thing with Enid?" you knew asking questions to drunk people wasn't a good idea, but you've wanted to ask him for a while.
"Bullshit, she's just a friend.” he started laughing. “Actually she was helping me how to express my feelings" he said looking into your eyes, your heart cheered. "Fuck" he muttered and before you realized it, he had kissed you. God, how you wish he'd done this sober. But you reciprocated. Pulling him closer and feeling his little snakes stroking your hair.
You stopped the kiss and took your friend to his dorm, leaving some water by his side and a medicine that you knew he would need. The moment he laid down, you were going to leave the room, but he pulled your hand. "Y/n... I'm in-"
"Don't" you interrupted him. "Tell me that when you're sober." and then you left.
You couldn't sleep the whole night. Your heart was impatient, it felt like it had just broken, but this time hurting more. It hurt more because you knew what you were missing, you knew your heart was beating for just one person and maybe it had been beating for all this time and you just realized it now. It hurt even more that he had kissed you while he was drunk, probably knowing that it wouldn't happen when he was sober.
It was Sunday, meaning you were free of classes, but your friends were meeting for lunch together as an after-prom celebration. Ajax was waiting for you in front of your dorm's door and you walked to the place without saying a word. You knew he remembered last night, but he sure as hell regretted it.
"Where were the lovebirds yesterday?" Bianca asked as everyone saw you entering the place hand in hand. "We didn't see you the rest of the party"
"We were very busy yesterday" Ajax smirked and squeezed your hand. You pretended to smile and your friends faces were shocked by the answer.
But you started hearing murmurs behind you as the celebration was going. 'Does he really like her?', 'He's too cute for her...', 'Are you kidding? As soon as they're done, I'm going to ask Y/ n to go out with me, she's extremely hot. Aj is the one who's lucky'.
Ajax felt his face boil with anger, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours. You felt your heart beat faster and more desperately. You felt his tongue brush your lips and you gave permission to enter. Your breathing was heavy. He placed his hand on your neck and trailed his fingers down your back to the waist, where he pulled you even closer. You broke up when it looked like you were going to pass out from lack of air.
The entire room was silent, but your gaze didn't break Aj's for a second. What was it all about? "That's my bro" Xavier spoke, breaking the silence of your colleagues.
Once everyone was entertained with conversations and gossip from the ball, you left the place and headed towards the forest. It was raining and it didn't take long for your hair to be completely soaked. That was the best way to get your energy renewed and clear your mind.
You sat on a tree, but it didn't take long to hear footsteps behind you and see Ajax's worried face beside you. "Not in the mood for talking right now" you said putting your face on your knee, feeling the raindrops roll down your cheeks.
"But we need to" he said sitting next to you.
"This fake dating thing was a mistake, you know?" you said, feeling his eyes on you.
"I know I confused you about yesterday-"
"No need to explain yourself, Aj." you interrupted him. He shifted his position and sat in front of you taking both of your hands.
"Yes, I need." you looked into his eyes. "It was really a mistake all this" you already felt your eyes watering. "But everything I said and all my actions yesterday were honest" your heart was beating fast again. "Even though I did it in the world's stupidest way, didn't know if it's reciprocate or-"
"It is." you said without elaborating and he smiled.
"Y/n, I'm in love with you. And I'm saying this in the most sober way possible." you got up and the boy followed you.
"I can't imagine a life without you, Aj. I feel like you belong with me. The same way I belong to you" you said running your hand over his face and kissing him. “I love you.”
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hanasnx · 2 months
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saw you wanted to write for wally west and when it comes to thirsts i think we can all admit that man is a walking, shit-talking vibrator in the bedroom and as a fandom we don’t talk about it nearly enough and i swear i cannot get the thought of him and a wayne!reader going behind dick’s back out of my head. 😍😍
also, i’m obsessed with ‘that girl’ jj vs. rafe + the fake dating trope adds ten years to my life.
thank you! i’ve been rly liking rafe x reader x jj like ugh i’m a sucker for a love triangle trope. i’m not usually into the fake relationship thing but it just fit the scenario, had to give it a shot.
as for the wally thirst, thank you again bcos i’ve been rly trying to branch out and be able to write for old flames of mine. wally’s underrated, i adore him.
wayne!reader who’s close with dick to a point where he calls you his little sister. affectionately protective, he jokes that he’ll beat up anyone that hits on you when you express trepidation in going with him to a bar or club. and when wally expressed any kind of interest, obviously dick only saw it as a threat. sure they’re friends, but that comes with knowing each other and dick knows wally’s bad news with girls. he doesn’t want to be the reason— the bridge, per se— that introduced you and wally, only for wally to put a sour taste in your mouth with his clumsy advances and brash personality. dick loves him, but he knows he can be a tough pill to swallow.
quite the opposite, you’re embarrassingly attracted to wally. and he curses himself for promising dick he’d keep away from you.
“you know i told your big bad brother i was gonna steer clear from you, right? you’re putting me in some hella risk here.” and you put a finger to his lips with a coy smile.
“sure, but i’m not gonna tell him, are you?” you reply.
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swissalbanianmiss · 2 months
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John smut where he catches his best friend getting off to thirst edits of him. She gets embarrassed when he catches her and tries to lie but he gets turned on and likes how embarrassed and humiliated she is so he makes her (with consent of course) continue to touch herself in front of him while he films her and says stuff like “look at you. Such a dirty girl getting off to edits of your best friend while he films you. Are you embarrassed? Is this turning you on?”
The more he says degrading and humiliating things to her behind the camera the more embarrassed she gets but also the more turned on she gets too.
caught me | john marino
warnings: asshole/degrading john, masturbation, filming/taking photos (WITH CONSENT!!!), humiliation, slight slut shaming
a/n: omg… this is so good. i love it! he’s so underrated ugh. thank you for the request zemer. i hope you love it. i made this have a happyish ending though because i couldnt commit to full asshole john haha. my requests are open for nico hischier, john marino, timo meier, and luke hughes. te dua!!!
p.s: this is a female body reader x john marino as all of my smuts will be because it is what i am comfortable writing. that being said, this does not include any description of bodies/specific features (long hair/short hair, tall/short, hair colour, texture, style, etc) to enable every reader to imagine themselves just how they please. i want everyone to feel welcome here <3
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My soaked pussy clenches around my fingers as I scroll to another edit of my best friend John. The clips edited in this one are of him being pissed because he got sent to the penalty box. Angry John is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. 
I pull my fingers out of my hole and bring them up to my clit, gently circling it as I watch John swear in a refs face. My breathing is heavy and my skin feels on fire. I slip my fingers back in, gently curling up as I scroll again. This time, it’s an interview where he's wearing a purple baseball cap backwards. His stupid toothless smile makes my pussy clench even harder and I moan loudly. I’m so close to my release that I almost don’t hear someone enter my apartment. I’m lying down on my couch in only a tank top and my panties are thrown on the floor beside the couch. I slam my phone down upwards on the coffee table. The edit of John plays repeatedly as I frantically reach for the blanket hanging off the side of the couch but I don’t grab it in time. I’m caught red handed. Only two people have keys to my apartment. One of those people being John.
I look up and see John stop right in his tracks, staring at me with wide eyes. I quickly close my legs and sit up, grabbing the blanket to cover my lower body. John stays still in absolute shock. His eyes move from my face and focus on my phone that continues to play the edit over and over again. He walks over to the table picking up my phone and examining the edit of him. 
“What the fuck? Were you touching yourself to an edit of me?” he asks, looking down at me on the couch. “John, I wasn’t. I was watching something else and I accidentally changed the app when I heard someone come in and that was the first thing that came up on TikTok.” I look up at him waiting for a response. “Bullshit. You know I can see you searched my name right? See that? John Marino edits in the search bar. What the fuck is wrong with you? Doing some weird ass shit and trying to lie to me about it?” 
I begin to tear up from shame and embarrassment. John starts laughing. I assume I seem very pathetic and very small. I can see a slight bulge forming in his pants as he steps forward and leans close to my face. He brings up his hand to wipe my tears off of my cheeks. 
“Can you keep touching yourself for me? Watch these edits and do it in front of me? Hmm?” He runs a hand through my hair. I nod at his request and he pulls the blanket down and pushes my legs open. “I think it’s only fair if I record you and take some photos. You have your edits of me. I think I should have stuff of you. Maybe I can use it on the road.” My eyes widen. “Okay, John” I whisper. “Do you still have that polaroid camera?” I nod, pointing toward the cabinet to the left of us. I watch as he walks to the cabinet and grabs the camera. He takes a seat and the other end of the couch and passes me my phone. 
He grabs my hand, putting it on my mound, signaling for me to start. I circle my clit a few times before shoving two fingers inside. I look up at John as he starts recording me on his phone. I whimper loudly as John snaps the first polaroid of me. My hips buck up into my hand at the intensity of it all. 
John learns forward and gropes my breast, fidgeting with the necklace and eyeing me. “You can pull my shirt down, Johnny.” He immediately pulls my shirt down, exposing my breasts. He snaps another polaroid picture. 
“Look at you. Such a dirty girl getting off to edits of your best friend while he films you. Are you embarrassed? Is this turning you on?” I nod frantically, tipping my head back in pure pleasure. I scroll to another edit and a big smirk spreads across John's face. “Aww. You like the baby? You know you’re such a slut for this?” I whimper in response, feeling more wetness drip down my fingers. I pull my fingers out to suck on them. If John is recording me I might as well put on a show. “Do you taste good baby?” He asks as I put my fingers back inside of me. “Yes Johnny. Taste so good.” 
I curl my fingers up and he takes another polaroid. I can feel the knot slowly begin to form in my stomach. I’m so embarrassed by the fact that I’m openly touching myself in front of Johnny. Let alone while he’s recording me. “John, gonna cum for you.” I move my free hand down to rub my clit. “Yeah, gonna cum for me and the camera baby?” I can only respond by letting out a loud moan as my hips continue to buck up into my hand. “Yeah you slut. You can do it. Just focus on that edit of me.” He guides me through my impending orgasm, running his hand up and down my thigh as I lose myself in the pleasure. My chest heaves rapidly and my moans fill up the whole apartment. I release all over my fingers as John tells me how I’m such a dirty, slutty girl. 
I pull my fingers out and squeeze my eyes shut tight, processing what just happened. As I catch my breath it suddenly hits me. I just touched myself in front of my best friend and allowed him to record it. I want to sink into the couch and disappear. I’m so embarrassed. 
I open my eyes when I feel John's lips gently pressed to my forehead. He’s holding a glass of water for me. I take the water and drink it as he covers me with the blanket. I glance over at the coffee table and see the polaroids of me. 
“Are you okay?” He smooths my crazy hair down and sits on the other end of the couch, pulling my legs to rest over his lap. “I’m okay John. I’m sorry for doing that and then lying about it. You won’t show anyone the photos or videos, right?” He reaches over and grabs my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “It’s okay baby. I’m not mad, it was hot. I won’t show anyone. Want them all to myself.” He pulls my shirt back up and places his head on my chest. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, leaning up toward my face. I don’t reply, I just press my lips against his. “I didn’t mean all the degrading stuff I said about you. I was just heated and surprised. Didn’t know you were attracted to me like that.” I run a hand through his messy curls. “It’s okay John. Do you want to go nap in my bed and we can talk about this more later? I’m too tired to think straight.”
He picks me up and carries me to my bedroom. He carefully tucks me under my mountains of blankets and curls in beside me. He drapes an arm around my waist and nuzzles his head into my breast. I’m still absolutely mortified over the fact that he caught me but I’m more nervous about the conversation we will have when we wake up. I fall asleep in an estimated 2 minutes allowing all of those worries to temporarily disappear as I fall into a deep sleep snuggled into my best friend in the world.
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he-calls-me-kitten · 9 months
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I literally love ur blog sm! Do u think u can do just really soft sex with Satan after a long day at rad? If not that's fine but have a great day/night love!
Awww this is so adorable! Soft sex is so underrated honestly and it being with Satan?? The wrathful Avatar being gentle just for you? Oof my heart-
Thank you for the ask, love! So sorry for the extreme delay - it's such a lovely idea!
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"You look like you've had quite a day." Satan smiled as you entered his room and plopped yourself down on his bed, next to him.
"Ugh don't ask." You groaned as he chuckled and put his arms around you. He didn't need to ask, you'd tell him anyway.
"So Levi and Mammon flooded the classroom because of a stupid bet of who can hold their breath under water the longest. Fyi it should have been Levi cause he's literally a water snake in his demon form but he forgot to transform and it ended on a tie."
Satan facepalmed. Must he call these imbeciles his 'brothers'? "I'm guessing that lead to a tie-breaker." He said, running his fingers through your hair.
"Yes and Beel and Asmo got involved. It was a duo challenge now of who is a better team player! And as you can guess Asmo and Beel kept getting distracted and it ended up being a solo effort by Mammon and Levi. Which again... wait for it... ended in a TIE. But now guess who is the new tie-breaker?"
"Oh no, MC..."
"Oh yes MC! I had to run 3 laps with each of them in a weird relay race! I've had it with today!" You say, hiding your face in his pillow. His scent was always so relaxing.
"Well thank you for still coming to see me after all that." Satan smiles, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"
You peeked up and looked at his softened gaze. In times like these, he never denies even your most ridiculous requests.
"Hold me tight." You said and watched color rush to his cheeks. You turned towards him as he eased his arms around you, with your neck buried in his neck.
"I can do a little more than that...if you'd like." He said as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. The way his fingers inched under your top, asking for permission replenished all the energy you lost through the day.
"I'd like that."
Satan pressed a kiss against your mouth just as you uttered the words. Your lips opened on their own, letting his tongue slip in and entice moans from you.
Patient yet passionate you couldn't understand how he did it, you were just happy to be on the receiving end. From your lips to cheeks, right down to your neck - he marked his love on you little by little.
"You... you're really beautiful..." Satan paused after he'd pulled your tshirt off. You blushed under his intense gaze as you pulled his green sweater off him and hugged him, hiding your face in his shoulder.
He groaned deliciously at the contact between your bare skins, bucking his groin into your hips almost involuntarily. Fingers hooking into your waistband, he pulled off your shorts next.
"S-Satan...need more ...please..." No his fingers wouldn't be enough. He was pleased really, he didn't know how long he could have held back anymore. He took off his pants and showed you exactly how much he wanted you.
"You're so ready for me, kitten... So good for me..." He whispered and kissed your cheeks as you screamed in pleasure at his thrusts.
You don't know how long it went on but you know you had the best sleep right after.
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steddieas-shegoes · 10 months
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a steddie request eddie invites a few people to an open mic night and makes sure steve sings something, and they are both really into each other singing ty
Sorry that I have become obsessed with the idea of Steve singing Cherry Bomb at the top of his lungs like his life depends on it (maybe in my head this is his Vecna song what of it). I think it would absolutely send Eddie into a whole spiral because that is NOT what Steve usually listens to and that is NOT the vibe he expected for the evening here. This was a fun little break between two very serious requests and I hope you all enjoy something fun and cute! - Mickala ❤️
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Steve hated karaoke. He hated watching it, he hated performing, he hated that he was usually in a loud bar when it happened.
But Robin insisted he come, insisted that Eddie wanted him there, and it would be “fun.”
And maybe if he’d been drinking, it would have at least been entertaining. It wasn’t.
Drunk girl after drunk girl took the stage, all of them butchering Joan Jett and Cyndi Lauper and ABBA.
Steve was extra mad about the ABBA.
But he was trying to let it go, trying to relax. Robin was having a blast, Eddie was having a blast, even Nancy had put her name on the list to sing.
Eddie wanted everyone to sing something, but Steve had avoided putting his name on the list so far.
Or he thought he did.
“Steve Harrington!”
The announcer said in the mic.
Nope. No. Not happening. Whoever did this was going to die.
He shook his head and glared at Robin.
“I’m not getting up there.”
“Come on! Eddie wants you to!”
“Why should he want me to? Why isn’t he going?”
“I am going. Right after you,” Eddie said from behind him, an annoying and attractive smirk in place.
“You should take my turn.”
“No, you should have a little fun.”
“This isn’t fun for me.”
Eddie shrugged.
“Okay.”
But the way he walked over to his seat, not quite pouting, but close to it, had Steve already reconsidering.
His stupid cute face and his stupid excitement and stupid sad puppy eyes when his hopes and dreams got dashed.
Ugh.
Steve stood up.
“Fine!” He threw his arms up and started walking towards the stage area.
He heard everyone talking behind him, and when he looked back, Eddie’s smile was huge.
That alone was worth it, he supposed.
He approached the announcer, hands in his pockets.
“What song did he sign me up for?”
“Cherry Bomb.”
“Of course.”
Steve couldn’t even be that mad.
It was a good choice, underrated for karaoke, and one of Steve’s favorites.
Eddie knew that, but no one else did.
“You know the words or do you need the sheet?”
“I know the words, thanks.”
Steve could probably sing this song backwards.
He stepped on the stage, walked to the mic, and waved to the group he came with. He would get this over with, finish his drink, and head home. Simple as that.
Eddie was beaming back at him, and when the music started, Steve felt nerves hit him.
Everyone in the bar cheered when the music started, including Robin.
Something in Steve shifted when he started singing. He felt like he needed to commit completely, put on the best performance he possibly could. Make Eddie proud.
So he started getting into it, growling into the mic and throwing his head back, letting his hips move in ways he usually reserved for the bedroom.
It was very ridiculous, but it was worth it to see Eddie’s reaction.
His jaw was wide open, eyes barely blinking. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Steve, even when his friend Gareth tried to nudge him.
Steve didn’t think about it, didn’t want to let himself hope that somehow Eddie might actually have feelings for him.
As soon as he finished the song, his adrenaline levels crashed.
His hands shook as he left the stage, and his vision blurred around the edges. He walked straight to the bathroom, barely registering the announcer calling for Nancy.
He needed a moment.
But he didn’t get one.
The bathroom door crashed open just as he was leaning over the sink to splash some cold water on his face.
Robin was standing there, hands on her hips, scowl on her face.
“You broke Eddie!”
“What?”
“He can’t even get up. He’s broken.”
“How is that my fault?”
“You were like…sexy or something.”
Steve snorted.
“Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I don’t know! He hasn’t moved and hasn’t spoken. He’s broken.”
Steve splashed his face carefully, didn’t want to spend the rest of the night soaked. The cold water helped him calm down and regain some feeling in his extremities.
“He’s the one who signed me. He’s the one who picked the song.”
“I don’t think he would’ve if he knew you’d go full Freddie Mercury up there.”
Steve rolled his eyes.
“I did not.”
“You did! For someone who didn’t even wanna come, you sure gave 120%.”
“I just sang the song. I got it over with. I might head out actually.”
“Before Eddie sings?”
“You just said he was broken.”
Robin huffed, crossing her arms against her chest.
“Can you just come out there and watch?”
Steve knew he had to. He couldn’t just leave, not after that, not after Eddie reacted that way.
“Okay.”
His shoulders fell, and he settled himself in for a long night.
They both made their way back out to the table where everyone was watching Nancy completely butcher Blondie. It was fine when she did it, she was having fun and she deserved to have fun. They all did.
Robin sat in the end seat, forcing him to sit next to a suspiciously still Eddie.
They didn’t look at each other, but their thighs were so close, Steve could feel the heat coming from his body.
He was going to die.
He hadn’t even told Robin he liked Eddie yet, had barely come to terms with it himself. Not only did he have an entire crisis about liking a man, but that man was Eddie.
That crisis was actually worse.
Steve watched Eddie’s fingers drum on the table in front of them, not going to the beat of the song wrapping up.
“Alright everyone! Got a real treat for you next! Eddie Munson’s gonna play and sing for us tonight!”
There were some cheers, most of which came from their own table, as Eddie stood up and hustled over to the accouncer, who was handing him an acoustic guitar.
Eddie didn’t usually play acoustic, did he?
What was happening?
Everyone at the table was staring at Steve.
What was happening?
“Hi everyone. Thanks for letting me break the rules a bit for karaoke,” Eddie said softly into the mic, nothing like his usual big personality coming through.
He was usually comfortable on stage, not scared to be even more over the top. This wasn’t like him at all.
Steve felt like he might puke and he didn’t even know why.
Eddie strummed a few times, wincing when he realized it was a bit out of tune.
“Sorry, just give me a second to tune it.”
Everyone seemed patient, mostly curious as to what he could possibly be doing.
And then Eddie started playing for real. It took everyone in the bar a minute to really know what he was playing, but when he started singing, Steve melted.
Eddie Munson was playing an acoustic version of Time After Time in a packed bar. And he was looking at Steve while he sang.
Steve couldn’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed over the attention, he was too busy being completely in love.
Eddie was a metalhead through and through, made fun of all of Steve’s music frequently, and never seemed to like anything that didn’t have wild guitar solos.
But if he was performing this song on his own up there, that meant he’d not only been listening to it a lot, but also teaching himself the guitar for it and the words.
Steve knew it was for him. It was obvious it was for him.
Everyone in this bar would probably figure out it was for him if they followed Eddie’s gaze.
That was a risk, but Steve honestly didn’t care right now.
Robin squeezed his knee, smiling over at him like she knew.
“Oh my God.”
“What?” She asked innocently.
“You knew. That’s why you dragged me here. That’s why you made me come back out of the bathroom.”
Robin shrugged.
Did everyone in their group know?
He looked around at them, everyone’s smirking faces pointed right at him.
These motherfuckers knew.
“You guys are…okay? With it?”
He couldn’t help but ask, his eyes focused back on Eddie so he didn’t have to see any type of disgust or disappointment on their faces.
“Dude, Eddie has had the hots for you for so long, I kinda forgot you weren’t into men for a while. It just felt like you two were dancing around each other, ya know?” Gareth replied from the end of the table.
No, he didn’t. He didn’t think he’d ever been obvious, often putting extra space between himself and Eddie when he felt like he would do something stupid like kiss him.
“You are into him though, right? He’s not doing this for no reason?” Jonathan added, suddenly concerned that Eddie was making a fool of himself for nothing.
“No, I’m into him. Unfortunately,” Steve replied, eyes focusing back on the way Eddie managed to hit the high notes.
As he finished, the crowd gave a standing ovation, probably just glad he hadn’t gotten up there to sing Black Sabbath or something like he usually did.
Steve watched as he handed the guitar back to the announcer and slowly turned to look back at the table.
The announcer was saying someone’s name, but Steve didn’t hear it.
The way Eddie was looking at him.
He stood up and started walking towards the bathroom again, hoped Eddie would be smart enough to follow him.
He was.
The moment the bathroom door closed behind Eddie, Steve was on him, his lips meeting Eddie’s like they were magnets.
Eddie groaned into it, his hands grasping at Steve’s hips and pulling him impossibly closer, pushing their hips together until all they could feel was each other.
When they finally came apart, just enough to rest their foreheads together, Eddie huffed out a laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“If I knew singing Cyndi Lauper would get you, I would have done this a year ago.”
Steve rolled his eyes and leaned in for another kiss.
They started to get carried away again, Steve’s hands running up Eddie’s chest and settling over his heart.
“You always make fun of my music.”
“Because it’s terrible music.”
“But you just sang it in front of about 100 people.”
“I sang it in front of you. Other people were just there.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“But I’m your idiot. Right?”
He suddenly looked nervous, like he spoke too soon or assumed too much.
“Of course you are. I’m so stupidly in love with you, I can’t let you be anyone else’s idiot,” Steve said, leaning in for another kiss.
“You love me? Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously.”
“Holy shit.”
Steve smacked his chest gently.
“Do you love me back or am I just here to confess my stupid feelings in a bar bathroom alone?”
“I just sang Cyndi Lauper in front of 100 people for you. I think it’s clear I love you.”
Steve smirked.
“Good.”
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kmixer · 8 months
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stargazing
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☆ Tsukishima Kei x fem! reader!
☆ Fluff
☆ sumary: Tsuki gets dragged by his girlfriend to go stargazing. He first doesn't really know what to do, then just stare at some "dumb" stars, but later on, he really begins to enjoy it.
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"comon Tsu!" You said dragging him by the hand. You were really excited because the sky was open! That means no cloud was going to be seen, and you could see the stars very well.
"Slow down, you'll pull my arm off like that!" Tsukishima said annoyed, he loves you dearly, but sometimes you're so annoying. "Where are you taking me anyway?"
"Outside of course!" you said exitingly. "i don't want to miss this opportunity for gold!" You said opening the door to go outside and stopping ur tracks, making Tsukishima accidently pump into you.
"What is with yo-" Tsukishima stops with talking and looks at your expression, and then to where you're looking at. "woah, yellow dots" He said mockingly.
"Ugh, you're so boring" You say, walking over to the grass and sitting down on it. "comon don't be extra boring and just stand there, come here and sit" you said, patting the space next to you.
Tsuki groaned but did what you told him to and sat down next to you. "So we are going to stare and yellow dots, and you say i'm boring. Hun you need serious help"
"Oh, shut up and just watch the stars! Look how pretty they are!" You say, looking up, ignoring his comment about that they're just yellow dots
You lean back and let your back hit the grass behind you. You let out a big sign of relaxation. "haa, this is great" you say, smiling up at the sky.
"You're weird. How did we get into a relationship again?" Tsuki said jokingly. "Ah right, you confessed your love to me and-" he couldn't speak any further because you cut him off.
"HUH!? What!? I confessed to you?! nu uh it was you who confessed to me! You lying dinosaur" You said, sitting up and acting dramatic.
You two went on and on arguing about it, and after a few minutes, you two huffed and stopped as you placed yourself with ur back in the grass again.
"Don't you wanna lay down?" You ask Tsuki, glancing at him, watching the sky dumbfounded.
"and get insects in my hair, no way in hell i'll do that" He said, giving you a side eye and looking back at the sky.
"Nawh comon!" you said, pulling him into your arms. "You're such a big softie, just like a titanasaurus" you said, laughing
"it's titanosaurus, and i am not" He said, grunting when he hit the ground as you wrapped your arms around him.
"You know what i mean, now just lay down and relax. Look at the stars they'll help with relaxing." You say, giving a peek on his head, laughing at him when he becomes red.
After a few minutes, you feel him relax fully in your arms as he also wraps his arms around you. "At least let me be the big spoon" He said, mumbling as you giggle and let him be the big spoon.
You two watch the stars and suddenly you see a star figure you regognize. "look thats the little bear! and beside it is the big bear!" You say enthousiastic.
"Why would they name it that even though it doens't even look like it?" Tsukishima said, dumbfounded, looking at the star figures. "Who knows, but they're pretty right?" You ask him. "yea i guess"
and hour passes by, and Tsukihima is still awake. He glances at your direction and sees that you fell asleep. He grins at the sight of your relaxed breathing, and now you head leaning against his chest.
"how cute" he said as he slowly moved to pick you up really trying not to wake you. When he successfully did, he walked back inside and placed you on a nearby couch. He grabs a blanket and lays it over you. He smiles down at you and gives you a soft kiss on the lips.
"Sleepwel, my love"
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Hello everyone, i wanted to write a ff about haikyuu bc i already wrote 2 of MHA. I chose a fluff ff about Tsuki bc HES SO UNDERRATED. DINO BOY NEEDS MORE ATTENTION WHOS WITH ME?!
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bordysbae · 1 year
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what if the reader likes to journal and shes been keeping a journal where she writes about her relationship with (guy of your choice) before they were like dating or something up until now and she gives it to them on their birthday and it’s all emotional and stuff.
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“you kept those?!”
adam fantilli x reader
word count: 1k
sorry i couldn’t help myself but pick adam!! he’s too underrated ugh, but anyways this idea is so so so cute!
you and adam have been friends since before you can even remember. your moms were college roommates throughout all four years of university at michigan. so when they found out that you and your older brother drew, who’s the same age as luca, got into michigan, and that fantillis would be playing hockey there, everyone around you was ecstatic.
your feelings for adam began in the third grade, and you’re a freshman in college now. you guys began dating last year, and everyone was waiting for it to happen. you guys were clearly meant to be, according to both your families and friends, but nothing ever happened until now. of course you’ve had other boyfriends before and he’s had girlfriends, but deep down you always knew that he’ll forever be your first love.
when you starting having these ‘tingly feelings’ around him, as your 10 year old self described them, you decided to keep a diary. you would write in it every time you and adam had cute moments, and you still write in it sometimes. you’ve already filled up one whole diary, and you’re halfway done with another one, but being in college now, you don’t really have the time to write in it. so you thought, why not give the diaries to adam for his birthday?
written in the diaries are things like how once he cut you a slice of pie at the annual fantilli’s friends-giving, or even how you would get jealous that he was playing chel with your older brother instead of hanging with you. the first diary is from third grade to seventh grade, and the second one is eight grade till now.
you and adam drove about forty-five minutes to detroit, to eat at a fancy resturant everyone has been raving about. you’re sat at a candle lit table in a restaurant, with a view looking over the city, when the perfect moment comes up to give him the diaries.
“so as your birthday gift this year, i didn’t get you much, but i thought maybe you’d enjoy something a little more sentimental.” you say shyly, as you reach into your purse to grab the two old diaries.
adam let’s out a little chuckle, as he reaches across the table to grab them from you. “holy crap! you kept these?! i remember seeing these in your bedroom as a kid, you’d never let anyone touch them. i remember once me, luca, and drew tried to steal it from your room and you started screaming and hitting us” adam laughs, making you blush from embarrassment.
“yeah well you’ll see why when you open them.” you say, embarrassed that you’re letting him finally read all of the diary entries you’ve written about him over the years.
he cracks open the small book in his hands, and begins to attempt to understand your messy elementary school hand writing. he reads through a few pages and you both laugh about it, and he switched over to the other diary. he opens it to a random page, which happens to be from freshman year.
october 31st 2018
dear diary,
it’s halloween night, and this is the first year since fourth grade that we haven’t gone out together. me and adam swore to never stop trick or treating until we’re both old enough to drive, so that we can go to parties together, but looks like him and his new girlfriend have other plans. adam keeps sending me a bunch of snapchats of him at this stupid party with her head on his shoulder. it doesn’t help that luca and drew went out to a party too, so now i’m at home trying not to cry. i hate having a crush on adam, i never want to feel like this again.
adam looks up from the diary and gives you a small pitiful smile, making you hide your face in embarrassment, “i regret giving you these!” you groan and hide your face in your hands. he reaches across the table and takes your hand in his.
“don’t be embarrassed, i think these are super cute. they’re warming my heart. i can’t wait to read the rest of them, and if it makes you feel any better i had a crush on you during like half of these too. you think i really liked fiona that much? i remember i kept thinking how much i wanted to be trick or treating with you instead.” he blushes.
“you’re just saying that!” you laugh, unbelieving of what he’s saying.
“i’m dead serious! why else would i be sending you snaps you while i’m at a party. i really only dated her cause i was just tired of always getting chirped for not having a girlfriend, she she had a crush on me,” adam chuckles, making you giggle a little bit at the thought.
“i was always right there, y’know”
“i know that now, and boy do i wish i could go back in time and do it all differently. you don’t know how bad i wished i was the one who took you to homecoming freshman year. me and fiona weren’t even matching colors! oh and don’t even get me started on homecoming junior year. you went with one of my teammates, i was pissed!”
“well hey, you did take me to senior prom!” you chuckle a little, looking at your lockscreen photo of the two of you from last year.
“because we were dating then! that doesn’t count”
“yes it does adam! plus all of the stupid relationships we got into during high school just proves we were bound to be” you cheesily grin, making adam smile as well.
“yeah i guess so, but seriously if i could go back and change it all i would. i would’ve asked you out like, i dunno, five years ago!”
“oh sure, cause you definitely had the balls to do that. the real question is, wouldn’t our braces have gotten caught in each other?” you joke, remembering how ugly you both looked with braces five years ago. adam laughs, almost spitting out his water, making you and him both laugh even harder. you guys get a few stares from the older adults around you guys, but you both don’t care. you’re just enjoying the moments with the man you finally get to call yours.
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jackkilmerlvr · 9 months
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George hcs bc he’s underrated asf 👀
a/n - omg yes!! my man is soo underrated, makes me sad. i wrote a little more for my underrated husband, and added a couple more photo references.
✪ such a sweet boy, like i imagine him just being the best boyfriend ever honestly.
✪ you guys probably wouldn't argue often, but if you did it might've been because of Tom's doings, such as bringing girls on the bus for georg.
✪ but other than that its smooth sailing.
✪ i think he would be really supportive but also kinda crack jokes at the same time just to make you smile.
✪ during tour he would call you a lot, like a little too much. Bill would have to drag him away from the phone at 5am because of time differences. but he just missed you so much. :(
✪ but if hes not on tour then he's immediately in your city. if you don't live where they live he would 100% make that drive to you once they got back from the tour.
✪ i feel like hes someone you could literally talk to for hours, like the conversation would never get dry if you're not an awkward person. but honestly with a smile like this, how could you not be shy?
✪ i could see you guys having cuddle sessions everywhere and anywhere. 40 minute car ride? cuddles in the back seat. 2 hour wait time til they go on stage? hes dragging you to a couch.
✪ and when i say anywhere i really mean it, like hes made you cuddle him on the floor, on stage while they fixed the set up, before interviews. like he has no chill.
✪ i feel like he can be really hyper sometimes so if you're hyper too, you guys would cause complete mayhem.
✪ but if you're like me, on the calmer side all the time, i think after he gets his zoomies out with Tom he'd come lay on top of you for a good nap.
✪ best huger, prove me wrong. like you cant tell me this doesn't look so comforting after a long day.
✪ also i feel like hes the type to pick you up and hug you (with a little spin), because hes fucking ripped and probably dead lifts
✪ some one braid his fucking hair. LIKE LOOK AT THIS. i need someone to play with his hair in their lap and treat him good fr.
✪ UGH. i wanna do nsfw for him SO BAD.
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paradiseismine · 2 days
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Late Night Talking - Trevor Spengler x Reader
Love note from Nina: Aaaand I’m back again with some more Finnie cuteness and filth, lovelies. My boy Trevor is way too underrated around here, so it’s about damn time we turn those tables.
Pairing: Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters Afterlife/Frozen Empire) x f!reader
Warnings: mostly smut, but also some fluff. Also maybe this is kinda long (?) sorry not sorry etc
Summary: you visit the Spengler’s residence for a dinner party and end up having a lot more fun than you intended, if you know what I mean
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Your mom and Mrs. Spengler had become best friends, all of a sudden - neither of them had had much luck on that when they moved to the city, but ever since they first met in a 7/11 a month ago, they were inseparable.
It was a Saturday evening, and your mom was dragging you along to Mrs. Spengler’s house, for a dinner party of some sort. You weren’t in the mood, but she seemed so happy to finally have a new friend, you just couldn’t say “no” to her.
So, all dressed up in a cute black dress and strap sandals, you rang the doorbell.
- Oh, hello - a tall lanky boy with messy black hair opened the door. - Good evening, Mrs. y/l/n… And you must be y/n, right?
You nodded, smiling sweetly, as your mom greeted the boy as well.
- Hi, Trevor! Your mom told me all about you - she said, giving him a warm hug after she handed you the huge cake tray she was holding.
It was pretty heavy - your mom wouldn’t show up to dine at someone’s house without bringing dessert - but you could manage to hold it.
- Callie, there you are! - she squealed as she hurried to meet Mrs. Spengler in the kitchen, leaving you and Trevor behind.
- She loves your mom - you said to Trevor, chuckling.
- My mom loves yours too - he chuckled. - Hey, can I help you with that? - he continued, gently taking the cake tray off of your hands.
- Thank you Trev, that was quite heavy - you said, relieved. - Should we bring that to the kitchen?
So you both put the cake in the fridge and helped your moms with everything - from setting the table to organizing the kitchen.
You had a great time eating and talking to Callie, Trevor and his sister, Phoebe. After dinner was over, the moms opened up a bottle of wine and sat on the living room to talk, while Phoebe went to her room to sleep.
That left you and Trevor alone in the kitchen, talking. It was already close to midnight, and by the laughs you could hear from the couch, you were not going to leave the Spengler’s home for a long time. Halloween was just around the corner, so you asked Trevor if he was into horror movies.
- Hm, kind of… - he responded, finishing his glass of soda. - I think they’re way too unrealistic sometimes.
- Ugh, wish I felt like that too… Movies like Poltergeist and The Conjuring totally freak me out. I’m just afraid of ghosts, I guess.
Trevor nearly choked, but you couldn’t understand why.
- Do you like slasher movies though? - he asked, trying to move on with the conversation.
- Yeah, I love them! - you answered, excitedly. - My favorite one is Friday The 13th!
- The first one?
- The best one, right?
- Absolutely - he laughed, then pointing to your moms in the living room - I think they’re gonna take a while there… Wanna go upstairs and watch a movie? It can be Friday the 13th if you want.
- Of course, I’d love that! - you said and walked over to the living room with him.
- Mom, Trevor and I are going upstairs to watch a movie, ok?
- Sure darlings, go there and befriend! - your mom agreed, her voice sounding a bit different already. Good thing you were driving.
You two went up the stairs to Trevor’s room, still talking about horror movies and your personal favorites; but you noticed he would talk just as excitedly about any subject. The conversation was light and comfortable. Trevor was so nice to talk to. He was also really good looking. Something about his lanky figure, dark hair and dark eyes really stood out to you.
Up in his room, you couldn’t help but walk around and notice the various objects he had in there.
- Whoa, do you like Arctic Monkeys?
- Their “AM” album is, like, most of my will to live. - he chuckled. - So yeah, I like them a bit.
- That’s an instant classic if I’ve ever seen one, right?
Turns out, you and Trev had A LOT in common. You were into the same movies, the same music and even the same places to hang out. He was working up the courage to ask you on a date already.
- So, uh… y/n, would you… would you like to go to that record store downtown with me… Sometime? It doesn’t have to be like a date or-
You put your index finger to his lips, and his eyes went wide.
- But can it be a date, though? - you whispered, your finger leaving his lips as you put your hand on his cheek.
- S-sure - he stuttered. He was much taller than you, even with the heels you were wearing.
- I would love to - you smiled, your hand still on his cheek. - I could talk with you all night if you’d let me.
- Me too - he smiled, putting his arm around your waist and leaning in a bit. - Y/n… can I-can I kiss you? Or does asking that totally ruin the mood?
- Of course you can! - you laughed. - C’mere.
You leaned in and your lips touched his, lightly. You touched your forehead to his and looked him in the eyes. He pulled you even closer by your waist and kissed you again, way more eagerly this time. His tongue asked for entrance and you permitted it, in pure ecstasy.
- Hm - he broke the kiss - maybe we could move this over there? - he said, his head pointing to an armchair on the corner of his room. You nodded, your lips parted and swollen from the kiss.
Trevor sat down on the armchair and you sat nearly on his lap, but sideways, so your butt was down on the armchair and your legs were all over his lap.
He put his hands on your bare knees and caressed them gently as you continued to kiss, more slowly than before. Your dress was a few inches above your knees. Nothing too modest or too slutty, but Trevor secretly wished you were wearing the sluttiest dress possible, just so he could feel you up without actually lifting up your dress and risking getting slapped across the face.
Little did he know you were craving that touch. You lightly guided his hands a bit further up your thighs, giving him the permission he wanted. To touch your soft skin and get intoxicated by you.
You kept kissing him passionately, your hands wandering from his cheek to his neck to his chest. You grabbed the collar of his T-shirt and pulled him ever closer, wanting to savor him as much as you could. He let out a soft moan on your lips, so discreet you wouldn’t be able to hear it if you two weren’t all the way upstairs in his room.
Things were getting hot and heavy pretty quickly, but isn’t it always like that you’re young? His hands were gently caressing your upper thighs for a minute, as if he was mentally debating a way to ask you to take off your dress, but gave up on that idea.
His slender fingers gently slid your panties to the side, only to meet your soaking wet pussy. You hissed and moaned in his mouth as he kissed you hungrily while slowly playing with your clit. His touch was so light, it made you ache for more; but at the same time, it was perfect. He continued for a couple minutes, your moans in his ear increasing. That had to be Trevor’s new favorite sound.
- Trev - you called, your voice faint and breathy. He looked into your eyes. His gaze was dark and full of lust. His swollen red lips were slightly parted, ugh, he was so beautiful… - If you keep going, I-I…
But you couldn’t finish that sentence. Your back arched and your mouth cracked open, your body completely taken by that orgasm. Your eyes were closed for most of the time, squeezed in pleasure, but when you peeked through them to look at Trevor’s face, he was grinning like the devil. He got you good and he knew he did.
- You’re so pretty - he said, mesmerized, his fingers still touching your pussy until you closed your legs and he realized you had ridden out of your orgasm. - and you look even prettier when you cum.
You sat there in his lap for a moment, head on his shoulder, resting a little from such an intense sensation. Trevor had quite a cocky smile plastered on his face, seeming proud of himself for making a pretty girl cum. For getting the chance to make a pretty girl cum and succeeding.
- Alright, so not only you’re all tall and handsome and stuff, but you also got magic hands? - you said, your hair ruffled and your voice breathy.
- Magic hands? Really? - he laughed.
- I’m serious. - you said, laughing with him. - But now I feel the need to… reciprocate, you know?
Trevor’s breathing quickened. You sat on his lap properly now, one leg to each side of his waist, straddling him while cupping his face for another round of passionate kissing.
His kisses found their way down to your neck, gently nipping on your skin, making you shiver and squirm. His fingers started toying with your dress’ straps until he felt confident enough to pull them down slowly.
The black lacy bra you were wearing underneath was beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but the sight of your breasts is what made his mouth water. With your dress already down to your waist, he put his arms around you to try and unhook your bra. As boys normally do, it took him a few tries, but he finally got it off of your body, his hands quickly covering your breasts again, fondling them.
Your skin was so soft and smelled so good, his kisses returned to your neck and continued their way down to your chest. Your nipples were so hard already, he simply had to take them in his mouth. One at a time, he licked and sucked gently, earning some pretty urgent moans. You knew you had to keep the volume down so your mothers wouldn’t hear you two, but that couldn’t stop you from moaning softly, just enough for him to hear. Your body was a feast and he had never been this hungry in his whole life.
- I-I thought it was my turn, Trevor - you said, softly, his lips still kissing the skin around your nipples and his hands groping your waist firmly. Damn, this boy was definitely going to drive you crazy.
Kissing his lips once again, you reached for the hem of his T-shirt and slowly pulled it upwards. He helped you take his shirt off, and his bare chest was surely a sight to be seen. Back to the kissing, your hands now wandered from his cheek, to his neck, to his chest, to his belly and…
- A-are you sure? - he asked, as you were about to touch his belt to unbuckle it. He didn’t want to pressure you into anything.
- I am pretty sure - you said with a smile, playfully kissing his nose. - Can I?
He nodded eagerly, so you unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Trevor just sat still and watched as your beautifully manicured nails were touching his belt, then his pants, then his underwear.
You knelt down in front of him, using a pillow under your knees for comfort, and pulled his body closer to the edge of the armchair. You kissed his lips one last time, then his neck, scratching his chest lightly with your long nails, causing him to moan and bite his lips to avoid making too much noise.
You kissed down his chest, your nails now scratching his waist, and finally got to his underwear.
- Can I pull these down too? - you said, your big eyes pleading.
- Yeah - he said, barely breathing. - Please.
You gave him a naughty smile and pulled down his boxers. It was impossible not to lick your lips at the sight of that cock. The perfect length, the perfect girth, and that perfect pinky tip begging to be sucked. So you did it.
You took Trevor into your mouth hungrily, as your mouth was already watering just by taking his underwear off. Your head was bobbing up and down his thick shaft, as he tried his best to hold back any louder moans.
Suddenly, he grabbed some of your hair in his right hand and pulled your mouth off of his dick gently.
- Did I hurt you? - you said, looking worried.
- No, no, princess - he answered, scared that he might’ve offended you. - It’s just… you’re so so good… and so pretty… I’m afraid I won’t last, you know?
- It’s ok babe - you reassured him, caressing his bare knee. - You pleasured me selflessly, and I’m doing the same. If you want to cum now, then do it. I’d love to get a taste…
Your mouth went right back to sucking on his dick, your both hands now also added into the mixture. After a minute or two, it was too much for him to take.
- Y/n - he called, softly. You looked him in the eyes, mouth still around his shaft. You knew what was going to happen next. - I just… Please, can I cum in your mouth?
- Mhm - you agreed, not slowing down or stopping anything you were doing.
Trevor let out a muffled groan as he came in your mouth. You swallowed his warm seed at once, gently licking his tip clean afterwards.
- Fuck, you’re a goddess - he said, his voice faint, his eyes rolling.
You laughed a little and wiped the corners of your mouth.
- And you’re a darling. I’m glad you could trust me.
- Y/n - your mom called out from downstairs. - Is the movie over already? I think we should get going…
- In a minute, mom - you yelled in response.
You turned back to Trevor as he handed you your bra and put his own shirt back on.
- I had a great time with you today, Trev. Hope we can hang out sometime.
- Of course, I’ll text you - he started - there are already so many places I thought we could go together… You might just be the best company for basically everything. Specially late night talking.
You grabbed his phone off his desk, typed in your number and handed him the phone. Realizing what you just did, he smiled and held out his hand so you would give him your phone and let him do the same.
After the exchange of phone numbers and a quick good night kiss, you two got downstairs and pretended nothing had happened.
- There you are - Callie said as she saw both of you. - What did you guys watch?
- Friday the 13th - Trevor lied for both of you. - It was her favorite horror movie, and one of my favorites too.
- Aw, how cute. I’m glad you guys are friends now - your mom said, grabbing her purse. - But those old slashers have some awkward sex scenes, don’t they? We heard their moaning from down here.
- Glad they make movies more gory and less sexually charged nowadays, right? - Callie agreed.
Your moms were drunk and probably wouldn’t remember much about tonight. Thankfully, ‘cause your face and Trevor’s got just as flushed as if you had spent the entire night sipping wine.
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mehphoobia · 2 years
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DON'T TELL YOUR MOM - Tom Holland one shot
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Pairing:- Tom Holland!step brother x Reader
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Summary:- "Shh we don't want mom and dad hear your moans now do we?" he joked. He noticed fresh slick oozing out of you and smirked to himself.
"Moan louder" he commanded.
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Warning- Pure Filth 🤐 that's it | WC:- 1.7k
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Rings and vows were exchanged; promises of never leaving each other again were spoken between your mother and your step dad. God knows if those promises would be kept for long, considering this is your mom’s second marriage and your step dad’s third.
Your step dad was rich wait that’s underrated. Your step dad is filthy rich. Even after diving all of his property between his three sons and now you, he still had enough money to go up and about all by himself. After the traditional wedding ceremony, all the guests were then taken for a cruise for the reception. What’s a 20 year old girl like you gonna do among 60 something years old businessmen and not to mention their wives. So you decided to go hangout with people below the deck.
As soon as you made your way down the stairs, Peter pulled you in squeaking in excitement. “Where were you? Me and ‘Vin were looking all over” he pouted. “I was upstairs, you know these parties and their formalities” you shrugged. “You mean the wedding. Our parent’s. Aren’t you happy? With Arvin, Tom and of course Me” Peter was concerned for you. He knows how much of a new family, new place, new people can get to your head and being the youngest amongst those three, he could connect.
Easing him out you said, “Especially you. I’m really happy with you guys, couldn’t be happier.”
“Oh Sis, don’t worry about the old man, you won’t see him as much, to be honest, neither do we.” Arvin stood behind you holding a glass of not-so-soft-drink. You smiled as you eased out in their comfort. Arvin was an amazing elder brother, caring, supportive and loving. After all he was supposed to take the business on so the responsibilities came to him naturally. Peter, well, obviously was a happy bouncing pumpkin. All the time, he was happy there was finally someone he could take care of.
But the middle one, Tom, was a force to reckon with.
The two brothers pulled you in through the party, in midst of the dancing figures, ugh the stench of all the perfumes mixing together could potentially kill you. So you decided to sit in front of the projector with Peter already passed out on the couch. Figured. That kid
Among the shadows, preying eyes were set on you as you unknowingly sat there innocently. Tom was looking at you hungrily. The way your eyes peeked at the adult movie playing on the screen, how to hid your eyes between your palms during an ‘inappropriate scene’. How smooth your legs were, as the lace of your skirt rested on your thighs. If adjusted, it could give a perfect view of your untouched, virgin womanhood.
As he watched you, he noticed a young man sit beside you and have a small talk just to engage conversation. While talking he slyly slipped his hand on your thighs and Tom noticed how supple your flesh was, as it sank under his fingers which merely grazed your skin. Him and only him, was allowed to experience it around his face, ears and lips as he ate you out.
“Hey Andrew” Tom spoke which startled the young man. “H-Hey Tom”
“Mr. for you, Andrew” Tom spoke coldly. Andrew gulped on the sheer dominance Tom exerted. Tom’s alpha pheromones and aura caused Andrew to trip back and hit the wall as Tom threatened.
“Listen, if I see you near Y/N, tonight or ever again, I’ll start …..peeling your skin …..from the point you touched her. Understood” Tom bent Andrew’s fingers so hard, he could hear his fingers break. Not to startle anyone, Andrew had no choice but to keep quite as he ran away from there.
Tom adjusted his tux as he returned to his seat, set his hair and looked at you again. Sitting there all innocent, blushing at the scenes. “You’re ruining me” he thought. “…and I’ll spoil you.” He continued.
During all the lunch and dinner dates your parents had before the marriage, to get the children bond, bonded too much for Tom. He would drop his cutlery often just to bend down and see your smooth legs and feel them if he was lucky. His fantasies of having bent over and pounding into you over and over again got him hard as he showered and came hard on the wall. Things you were doing to him.
It had been six months since the wedding and your family of six were living in your step dad’s mansion. But somethings had changed, Tom started visiting you often. After his shifts at the office, he would come directly in your room. But not to talk.
He would come and talk about your womanly instincts. How you felt sexually. Discussing all of this with your step brother was weird but after some time it got a little comfortable. Too comfortable.
He then installed a projector in your room, and installed some porn videos and asked you to watch them. You had never seen anything as obscene as this. Hell you never even liked anyone so you never bothered to explore and experience yourself. “Why are you doing this?” you asked Tom, who was sitting their silently, as if nothing happened. “I’m taking care of you, till you find someone, whom you love, so you could all of that with him. I’m your brother right?” he spoke while slowly walking towards you and caressing your face. The hell he was.
It had been weeks, since he was showing you those videos. One particular one of them had a girl touch herself down there. You had never tried it before so you decided to change that today. Hesitantly, as you reached to your panties, you experienced something wet and slimy. But just as you were going to get your hand out feeling disgusted, you hit a spot that got you screaming. You get touching that spot and now in a faster motion and you continued till you felt like peeing. You stopped then and took heavy breaths.
Tom stood there and saw everything. Heard everything. He stood there cupping his bulge which was so hard it was almost numb. He had to do something. So he made a choice.
That night after everyone was sleeping, he went to your room and to his surprise, he saw you, getting off to the mobile phone. You kept the vibration mode on and on your soft spot. Tom slowly walked in and saw you.
Eyes closed, mouth apart and a sheen of sweat covering your body, reflecting light from all the right places. Your boobs were swollen as you kept denying yourself an orgasm as you thought you were about to pee.
He got on his knees and found his opening as he attached his lips on your red and swollen lips. You jolted at the sudden pleasure only to be calmed down by Tom.
“Hey babygirl, big brother’s gonna help you now, let go” he said circling your sensitive pearl. “I think…I think..ahhhh I’m gonna pee” you talked half moaned. “Let go babygirl, cum on my tongue.”
You heard what he said and let yourself go, “Tom, ahhhh, Tom please” you whispered as you came on his tongue. It drove him crazy, the way you moaned his name. You were meant to be his. Even if you weren’t no one else was getting you anyways, you were his in every literal sense.
As you came down from your euphoric high, you were bought to reality with Tom’s zip being open and stroking his rick hard dick. “To-“ you tried to speak only to be mummed later. “Shhh” he placed his fingers on your lips to shut up, the sift pink flesh, he wondered how it tasted until he did. The kiss was soft and slow as he started to explore every bit of your mouth, your tongues touched and lapped with a slow and soft chaste. But to your surprise, the slow and chaste motion was broken when he pulled you towards himself, grabbed your legs and spread them wide.
“It’ll hurt, you’ll have to take me well babygirl” Tom commanded. All you could do was nod. You never felt all those things before, so wet, so supple so ready and all for him. He lubricated himself with his pre-cum, completely unbothered about protection.
He lined himself at your center, looked at you with lust filled in his eyes. “All mine”
He thrusted himself in you in one swift motion and touched that spongy soft spot inside which had you moaning so loudly he had to cover your face. He thrusted in and out of your virgin cunt which swallowed him like as if it was devoured. After hitting the spot again and again he repositioned himself as he drew you closer and had your ankles touch his lowered back. He kept massaging the soft and sensitive pearl as he kept fucking you.
It was driving you crazy, all these touches. You were moaning mess and he didn’t complain until. He hit that spot so hard this time as he got up stand so he could get deeper.
"Shh we don't want mom and dad hear your moans now do we?" he joked. He noticed fresh slick oozing out of you and smirked to himself.
"Moan louder" he commanded. He had to sprawled below with your legs apart and he stood as he fucked you into oblivion. As you approached your edge yet again so did he.
He could feel the slick covering his dick, but it wasn’t, it was blood.
Tom took your virginity just like he wanted and no one else was getting a taste, ever. You both came at the same time. He almost fell on top of you when your walls held him so hard he couldn’t move. After the strenuous episode, you were tired so you drifted off to sleep.
Tom already had so many fantasies to fulfil. With you. Only the thought of it got him hard. Again.
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A/N:- Hey you guys, though its a one shot, why do I smell a part 2? It was so fun writing this, me and my horny brain I swear. No matter how smutty the fic is Peter fluff kills me 😭, he is so adorable.
The tag list is still open and I would love to hear from you guys. 🖤
Check out my other fics here; duh its a masterlist, stupid me.
@tomhollandsslut, @allywthsr
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bellewintersroe · 2 months
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hi i wondered if you could do some headcanons about tab And christenson
hey you! So sorry for the horrifically late response, Im back on my band of brothers fixation- thank you for your request!! &lt;;3 - tw mentions of smut and 18+ content.
Headcanons with Talbert + Christenson:
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Burton ‘Pat’ Christenson:
Ugh such an underrated character it’s so frustrating.
I feel like you’d see him running in his PT gear and omg you’d be soooo impressed.
would see you watching and literally smirk whilst he’s jogging.
lingers around after all the guys are gone, purposefully so he can talk to you.
probs brings up something cheeky like ‘I haven’t seen you around here before?’
‘You smiled at me yesterday.’
‘I was trying to impress you and be all cool.’
I don’t think he’s very cool, he’s so open and honest though, he just admits almost straight away that he’s been admiring you.
doesn’t like competition, and I think he could potentially get jealous easily- so if he see’s somebody flirting with you in the pub he sits sipping on his beer with looks that could kill.
of course he knows somehow this is wrong, it gives him an icky feeling so he never lets on that he feels any form of insecurity. He wants you to think he’s strong and impress you.
just run up to the man and kiss him fr, he’ll smile against your lips he’s sooo cute omg.
probs giggles when you kiss him, I just know it.
Pat’s got an artistic side but he doesn’t tell you this until one day he asks if you can just sit for him and he’ll draw you.
“what the hell, are you gonna draw a stick woman or something?” You’d giggle, he’d come over and hold your shoulders still, smiling down to you with a modest laugh.
“No. I promise I won’t.” He’s right. If Pat promises something he sure as hell means it also- he’s a man of his word.
so when he shows you this fucking beautiful portrait you’re left quite literally speechless. How can this big, tough man produce something so elegant?!
Worries you don’t like it so lies that he’s gonna run Currahee, stealing the notepad with him and scurrying off.
when you assure him you do like it, in fact you love it, he’s so happy, flirting with you that you’ve got ‘a good face to draw’. It just took a real long time to actually find him after he’d initially scurried away lmfaooo.
but no he takes such good care of you and he’s so protective, if he was jealous his jaw would tense and he’d give the other man the biggest death stare ever.
not that he’s easily intimidated tho- he’s a handsome guy, and very secure with you, I feel like his love language is touch so omggg when you’re together in the pub with the others he loves it when you put a hand on his, or his lap, his fav place is his chest.
he literally gets the shivers when you run your hand down his chest, I think you’d be flirting with him and you’d be holding so much eye contact that he’d just cut off what you were saying with a kiss.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”
Talking nsfw now, he 1000% compliments you so much during sex omg, like “you’re soo sexy.”, “you look so fucking good riding me like that.”
loves when you go on top and he can lay back and watch you, his eyes roll back and when he gets particularly close to finishing I can imagine him gripping your hips, panting and kinda has to tell you to either slow down (he doesn’t want to finish so quick) or praises you for being his good girl.
I dont think Pat would be too much of a risqué guy, like he just loves having sex with you in the comfort of a bed. Once you get to Germany and Austria you deffo make up for lost time and he’ll have you all over the different objects around the room.
Floyd Talbert:
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I feel like it would be a friends into lovers arc?
tab proves to you he’s really not all that of a play boy, or the two of you grow super close and it just kinda happens.
like I can imagine him being all flirty at first, yeah, but then you two get quite friendly and Floyd ramps it down seeing as he thinks he’s been friend zoned. He has too much respect for you to flirt your head off.
the feelings are still there the whole time, and one day you just like… kiss? And I’m talking out of nowhere, your faces get real close one night after it’s been hectic and you two just kiss.
Expect Floyd to ramp it up again after that. He’s all yours and there’s no denying that, even if you have to hide it due to fraternisation rules if you’re in the army with him.
once you’re together he’s the type to be gazing at you from across the room, probably winks in your direction too.
the two of you literally go at it like bunnies, I feel like you’d need to make up for lost time of being friends for sooo long.
“I always wished I coulda’ had you like this, doll.”
“You look so good under me, don’t you? I should’ve made my move faster, huh?”
T even when you were friends, there’s a lot of men with not much respect about for women and he hates that. One particular night when you were ‘just friends’ some guy upset you and Floyd wouldn’t have it.
he chewed the guy out and threatened to ge physical, thankfully the guy left. After he’d just be bear hugging you and reassuring you- I think he’d almost let his feelings slip there and then, but I think he’d either get too scared or think it just wasn’t the right time.
deep, deep passionate kisses- especially when you haven’t seen each other in a while.
torn between taking you out on dates and just being alone with you, so you end up going to a bar or somewhere, sitting in the corner booth and making out the whole time.
speaking of which, Floyd has deffo fingered you under the table at least once.
I feel like if you matched his energy and did the same thing oh my god- he’d feel like he’d died and gone to heaven again.
“Jus’ like that, baby? You gonna cum for me?” Or, “doing so well for me, gonna make daddy cum, aren’t you?”
Yeah probs has a daddy kink and like 5000 others, although nothing too crazy, Floyd’s fav is just when you’re both naked under the sheets and he’s on top of you, able to wrap you as close as possible whilst he fucks into you. It makes him feel safe.
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onsunnyside · 1 year
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manipulative reader who has jake jensen under her thumb until his frat brothers show him how to handle a lady
sweet dork to mean daddy transformation
ooo i like this !! we're kicking off the #underrated daddy party with: frat boy jake jensen x spoiled brat!manipulative!reader:
🌟 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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The door swings open and the booming music only fuels your anger, steam nearly blowing from your ears.
The tall frat president smirks, "Look who finally showed up."
You roll your eyes, slipping past him and stepping into the full and messy frat house. Other students occupy the couches and the makeshift bar in the kitchen, their loud chatter pauses to greet you, although you can only manage a stiff smile.
Your eyes scan the first floor, fleeting over familiar faces, "Where is he?"
"Your pet is upstairs." Ari swiftly blocks the staircase, his firm arm acting as a barricade. "But I don't think he wants to see you right now."
Anger bubbles in your stomach, blooming to your chest and your cheeks. You're seconds away from spitting in his face, ugh, Jake had the most annoying friends. "He said he would pick me up from the library over an hour ago. I had to walk back to my sorority house in the freezing cold, and then I see a video of him playing fucking cup pong at a party here."
Jake was never late or forgetful, he tried very hard to be there whenever you needed him—because he couldn't afford to lose the girl of his dreams. He did anything you asked, all it took was a flutter of your lashes and a comment about how upset you'd be if he didn't do an itty bitty favour for you, his girlfriend.
Don't you love me, Jakey? got him every time.
Ari hums, taking the last sip of his drink. "Oh, so you didn't see him making out with that chick."
Your eyes narrow, "he wouldn't." Jake was a virgin before you started dating and he was stupidly in love with you, he'd never ditch you for someone else. He didn't have the balls.
"Yeah, you're right. We told him to, but he didn't want to hurt you." Ari steps closer, blue eyes locked on your face. "At least he has a heart, unlike you, spoiled brat."
"Go fuck yourself." You duck under his arm and race up the steps, shoving past drunk college students until you arrived at a stark white door. You pause, listening for any moans or noises that would result in the indefinite end to your relationship but it's quiet.
Gripping the cold handle, you swing the door open and slam it against the wall. "Where were you?"
Jake spins around in his desk chair, headphones around his neck and his phone in hand. "Have you ever heard of knocking?"
"I waited an hour for you, then I walked home alone in the snow because you couldn't even answer your fucking phone." Who knows what could've happened to you? A creep could've snatched you up and made your evening into a nightmare, all because your boyfriend blew you off.
"I didn't want to." He shrugs as if it's the lamest thing in the world—like your well-being was below him, not even worth being an afterthought.
A few moments pass and your rage blossoms into disgust, your throat tightening at the sight of the man who used to treat you like a queen and pamper you any chance he got. Jake wasn't that same man, that's for sure.
"You know what? We're fucking done." With gritted teeth, you tear off his hoodie and throw it, he easily catches it with one hand. "I shouldn't have ever given you the time of day. You know how many other guys have begged me to leave your ass?" You exclaim, loud enough for people to hear out in the hallway. Good, you want them to hear all this shit. "I should've listened to them and dumped you a long time ago." What a fucking waste.
"Good luck finding someone who could tolerate you like I can."
You freeze, glaring at the video game poster on the back of his door.
"You want someone to bend over backwards for you, kiss the ground you walk on, and do whatever you say." You turn around, your fists clenched by your sides. "I didn't notice anything until my brothers brought it up—I was caring about you more than I was myself." With every word, he gets closer, "Do you know how miserable that is? To put someone else on a pedestal, and forget all about yourself?"
The knob digs into your back as you try to put some distance between you both.
"And you got off on it, huh? You liked watching me follow you around like a damn pet, a fucking servant."
You shove him, but he only grabs your hands and pins them above your head.
"You don't push me around anymore. Got it?" Jake grips your chin, forcing you to meet his heated gaze. "You're gonna do what I say when I say it and if you don't..." He trails off, his hand lowers to your throat, adding pressure until you gasp through gritted teeth, "I'll do a lot worse than just make you walk home."
"What—What is wrong with you!" You barely manage, trying to break free but he hikes your legs around his waist, grinding his bulge into your clothed core, his breath puffing against your cheeks.
He was enjoying this?
"Nothing at all. If anything, I'm better now, and you just gotta lose the attitude." He nudges your head to the side, pressing hot kisses along your jaw, "Why don't you show me how good you can be, baby? And daddy will give you a special treat."
me thinks... mean daddy!jensen is hot 👁👁 me also thinks jake would get some help from his frat bros if you were misbehaving 😵‍💫
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stanriya · 3 months
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your night guest. (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥
your the most sweet and nice best friend bennett that comes to your house at night turns out being... yandere?
tw. yandere bennett basically, but he's honestly too innocent
guys he's so sweet and so underrated I'm literally crying T_T
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"you're my treasure"
bennett literally was rolling on his own bed thinking about what you have said today at yours weekly friend meeting. his you're treasure. gosh, has he lost his mind or you really have something toward him?! bennett would repeat your words in his head for hours, first scroll through his memory and all the details of this moment, starting from the sunny weather, light and soft wind that tickled his bare shoulders, your beautiful eyes that looked deep into his soul, your sweet pinkish lips (he won't dare to kiss them, no no, he just can't) and right after that flashback he immediately curl up, squeezing his eyes and blushing all over his face. and do this again. and again. and this cycle would go for the whole night, bennet has no doubt at it. but he can't stand it anymore. he just can't stand all those romantic made up scenarios about the two of you. he wants to express his eternal love to you, show you how much he adores you, because, ugh, man you're just perfect!! how else should he describe you?! all your character traits, he just found of them. he literally doesn't see any "negative" or "bad" traits in you (is it even possible for you?). all your smiles that you give to him whenever he failed or brought a new disaster to other people, you never reproach him for such things, in comparison with others.
his optimism reached its adequate limit ages ago, turning into some toxic constant mantra that he repeats every day if not every minute to himself, because he's not that impossible, right? people don't hate him because of all the problems that he causes that are not his fault and he's not left by them, right? bennett was boiling in this endless suffering cycle like, for years, or maybe even his whole life? until you came. yes, you made him happy for real. you actually made him laugh, all the innocent time you spend with him, with exactly zero toxicity in your friendship. is it even possible?
you're too perfec for him. to be even real.
how can he be even closer to you? no, you're friends. at least you think so. he doesn't even know how to overstep this "friendzone" boundary and don't lose you. because his life already pointless without you. he can't lose and you. no no no.
but, he can't stand it anymore either...
and what there's left? only one solution.
"I have to see her." bennett pulled the blanket off him and started dressing up to meet you. his heart is beating hard. his cheeks are pinky. he is ready to tell what he really thinks about you. the question is now, are you ready to hear it? well, you have no choice. because bennett loves you more than anything. he can't escape his feelings toward you, so neither do you.
bennett left his house and headed to your place. though your home address is new to him at least it should be, it's actually not strange to him. he remembers it and goes like into his own place.
you were very surprised by your night guest. you didn't expect anyone, especially always polite and sweet bennett. but how could you ignore him?
"y/n, I wanna to tell you something... but promise not to laugh" you giggled, admitting bennett's shy smile and his hand behind his head, his attempt at something serious. "I... I-i... hey, could you please turn around?..." you adored his puppy eyes right now, so you turned around just like bennett asked you. "thank you" bennet is always like this. you feel how nervous he is and try to relax him. "yes, I'm fine, thank you though, I'm just... I just..." he saw you turning back to him wanting to see him, but the moment you saw his eyes he just confessed.
"I love you !!!"
bennett confessed with squeezed eyes, red face and hands clenched into fists. you can't imagine a cuter scene in your life.
"I love you too, bennett."
there is no end to his happiness. you literally made him the happiest person in the whole world, the way his eyes glared at you, he took you into his hands the second moment. he even cries because of how much he loves you. please, be his for the rest of your lifes. bennett swears to make you loved.
" you're the light of my whole life, love <3 "
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my-soupy-brain · 9 months
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reader reads about a new massage technique to help ted with his sciatica - it genuinely makes him tear up that someone is so thoughtful and wants to help him :)
Massage is such an underrated way to show you love someone. I know not everyone likes to be touched - and shouldn't if that's not their thing. But as someone who loves a good massage, offering one to a partner is just the ultimate comfort. Let's gooooo!
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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader
Warnings: None, fluff-city.
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Ted walked in the door, holding his back. His expressive eyebrows were scrunched together. You saw him as soon as you heard the door close, rushing to take his backpack and coat.
"Oh sweetheart, your sciatica acting up again?" you ask, kicking yourself because of course that's what's wrong. But he doesn't mind.
"Y-yeahhh," he musters, wincing as he gets his coat off.
You're prepared for this. Though you never want Ted in pain, you've taken it upon yourself to study up on some techniques and at-home massages you can offer to help relieve his pain.
"Oh sweetie, don't bother with all that," you stop him from jumping in to help with the dishes. "No, go sit down."
Ted balks. "No, dishes need to be done, you did them last night and it's my turn!"
You cross your arms and stare him down.
"Theodore Lasso -- go sit. You're not aggravating that back any more today," you scold, pointing at the living room. He sighs heavily, knowing he's going to lose the battle and retreats to the sofa.
Once finished in the kitchen, you join him in the living room, where he has a pillow shoved behind the low arch of his back, and he squirms to get comfortable.
"Teddy, I have a suggestion..." you offer, pensively. Ted's never had a massage, to your knowledge, and you're not sure how he'll accept the offer.
He looks at you, his eyes still pained.
"I've been reading up on sciatica, and I talked briefly to the team physiologist last week, and I have some techniques I've learned that may help relieve the pain..."
Ted's eyes turn up, curious and touched at what you're offering.
"I'd love to try them, see if I can help. Nothing I'll try will make it worse, but I can't promise relief either," you assure. "And I'll only do it if you want. I don't know how you feel about massages and all that."
Ted smiles, grabbing your hand, kissing the top of it.
"Aren't you just the sweetest damn thing," he says. "I'd love to try. I certainly ain't findin' relief on this couch."
Minutes later you have him in the bedroom, face down on the bed with his shirt off. And oh, how you love his broad shoulders and little love handles. He's perfect the way he's made - you wouldn't change a thing.
"OK, Teddy, are you comfortable?"
He nods.
"I"m going to put some warming oil on my hands before I start, OK? Just relax. If I pinch somethin' that feels icky, just let me know."
He nods again. "OK, sugar."
As the oil touches his skin, he makes a low moan of relief. The heat already takes away some of the pain. You work your fingers and hands slowly on his back, rubbing up and down the spine with your thumbs pressing to relieve the pressure.
"You OK, honey?" you ask.
"I'm wonderful, sugar," Ted replies, muffled as he relaxes into the mattress.
You lean in closer, adding a bit more pressure, your thumbs working in tight circles up his back and even into his shoulders. He groans at this, his shoulders feeling pounds of weight lifted.
More oil, back to work.
You press your fingertips hard into his low back in the middle, slowly, slowwwwwly pushing them up his back.
"Ugh, yeahhhhhhh," Ted groans, making you smile.
"Is that good?"
"The best."
You smile, happy to give him some relief. You repeat the motion, spreading your hands up to his sides, his shoulders again, his deltoids (look at all the stuff you learned!)
It's quiet, aside from a little music on your phone. He moans again, the feeling of your hands on him working out the tightness making him so happy.
You don't see it, but his eyes tear up.
Never in his life -- not his 40-something years on earth -- has anyone taken the time and this much care for him. He's always muscled through. Carried on. Grimaced, popped a Tylenol, and gone about his day.
But here you are -- wonderful, beautiful you -- trying to learn how to help him. And putting it to action.
He sniffles.
"Oh, Teddy, are you OK? Did I hurt you?" you ask, immediately concerned.
"Not at all, sugar," he says, rolling over to his side, holding your hand so you can sit down on the bed. "I've never felt so loved in my damn life."
You smile, brushing his hair off his forehead -- a dark auburn waterfall tendril spilling over like it often does. You lean in to kiss his lips.
"It's the least I can do for my perfect man," you whisper, making him smile brighter, knowing he's in good hands - literally and figuratively - with you.
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I actually went and looked up massage techniques for sciatica. I was DEDICATED to this prompt being done right. I hope it was lovely. Ted deserves some damn love so let's rewrite the book a bit to make sure he gets it. Thanks for the prompt, friend!
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fyodorloveclub · 7 months
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Hi Flora :3 do you have any thoughts (smutty or not) about Ivan from bsd? Not necessarily related to Fyodor and his obsession with him, but about him as an individual person? How he’d be with a SO or just by himself?
ofc i do!! i love ivan 🥺 he’s such an underrated character i think by both the fandom and asagiri ugh. mix of just random hc’s and relationship stuff jhgfhg (nsfw utc)
ivan absolutely looooooves when u play with his hair :^) he could just die right there between your legs as you slowly brush the long locks, loves it when you french braid it or just play with it. and by god he wants you to tug it HARD in bed. plus… the way he looks tying it back before eating you out…. dear god
he’s so funny and silly and he loves to make you laugh - it’s his favorite sound. he cracks jokes and says/does anything bc he just wants to see you smile big and laugh so hard it hurts
i think ivan is actually a very intelligent guy. it’s kind of overshadowed in the story bc he’s just a plot device for fyodor khgfjg but he’s smart and quick thinking. this is what i choose to believe hgffjgfh
he’s incredibly loyal to the ones he loves !!! and this isn’t even entirely based on his obsession with fyodor. i truly just think he’s so protective and so fast to defend and protect his loved ones. i don’t think he gets possessive but he can if the situation calls for it.
ivan is such a lover boy through and through. he loves to love, esp you! he just absolutely adores you and has to let you know, just loving all over u all the time. do you see my vision do you understand
he loves physical touch :) hugs and kisses and little touches all the time and latching onto you like a parasite
i think he tends to lean towards bottom, fuckin loves it when you ride him, esp reverse cowgirl, but he can be very dominant too. its def not as common tho- he kinda prefers you taking charge teehee
he wants to be pegged. he loves it. pls just peg him. he wants his ass played with.
ivan EATS!!! like. EATS. messy as hell. spits on it. goes between little innocent kitten licks to shoving his tongue so far deep in you it seems impossible
he’s such a fucking tease, and loves to edge you. the stupid smirk on his face when you’re begging for the release he keeps denying just for his own laughs… u wanna slap it off and kiss it at the same time
big fan of sex toys. ivan loves using every type of vibrator and every size/style of dildo on you (and himself tbh) to figure out what drives you craziest and has you coming the hardest
he loves when you squirt. needs it like water tbh
big fan of doggy
i love ivan!!
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