#i am never going to shut up about how cute he looks with those clothes :(

[resi4skz]

Title: My Nerdy Girl

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Warning: smut, fingering, kissing, hard thoughts, horny chan, all the shebang

MDNI !!!

You know when you're the most popular guy in college and have girls asking for your phone number? And when you politely reject them because you have a huge crush on your good friend who also happens to be one of your classmates in one of your classes?

Yeah. That's me. I'm currently looking at her eat her lunch, sitting across from her best friend, Luna, who happens to be the girlfriend of my best friend, Han. Luna and Han met because of Y/N last year, during Han's birthday. Now, that was a fun day, even if it did end with Han and Luna going at it in a closet. Good thing no one interrupted them.

Right. Back to my point about Y/N. I don't know what it is about her. I feel attracted to her. I find her cute. Endearing. And the clothes, she's always wearing baggy clothes and it has made my mind to not shut up about the filthy images I've had and been having. Now, I'm not going to deny that I have eye fucked her many times because one could only imagine what's behind all those clothes. And those glasses she wears. Something about her being a nerd makes me want to scream her name every night with my hand down my pants. I've lost count of how many times I've jerked off to her.

"Bro, just tell her already," Han says, munching on snacks.

"Remind me why you're here instead of with your girlfriend?"

"Annoyed much?" He gives me a look.

"Much."

He throws a popcorn at me which I catch with my mouth. "I can't tell her."

"Why not?"

"Because. It's Y/N. I don't want to ruin our friendship," I replied, sighing as I sit in my chair. "Fuck, I want her so bad."

"Ugh," Han groans, rolling his eyes. "Why do I have to do everything myself?" I watch as he fishes out his phone and types something.

"What are you doing?"

"Just so you know," he says putting his phone down. "I'm only doing this because you're like my bro but just this once. The rest is on you." He gets up, pats my back and leaves giving me a peace sign.

What just happened?

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Fuck me. That's her? She follows the waiter to where our table is. Oh my god. She's wearing a black dress that goes to her mid thighs and she paired it up with suede high knee boots and beige cardigan. If it's one thing that makes me turn feral, it's women wearing black.

Correction: it's Y/N wearing black. And no glasses??

Fuck.

How am I going to survive this date?

As she approaches the table, I stand up pulling the chair out for her. "Thank you," she says as she takes a seat.

"My pleasure."

My pleasure indeed.

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We're both laughing as we walk side by side by the river. "No, you're telling me that Luna is Han's first girlfriend?" She asked, laughing.

"And the only one from the looks of it," I replied.

How I never knew she would be this fun to be with, I would have made a move much sooner. She places her hand on the railing in front of her, leaning against it as she sighs, looking at the river below us. "It's so pretty."

I glance at her, not being able to take it anymore. So I cage her in from the back, putting my hands on either side of her. I feel her stiffen as I lean in near her ear. "Very pretty. Like you."

She turns her head and her cheeks turn pink realizing the sudden close proximity we're in. Her eyes travel down to my lips then to my eyes. "So pretty," I whisper as I lean in towards her parted lips. "May I?" When she nods, I waste no time. I have dreamt of kissing this woman and to finally be able to do it doesn't even compare to my dreams.

I pull back, our breaths heavy. "Fuck, Y/N. Is it safe to say that I like you?"

She chuckles, fully turns around and wraps her arms around my neck. "Yes, because I like you too. Now kiss me."

"Fuck yes," I say and crash my lips on her. She tastes like cherries. But I break the kiss too soon. She chases my lips but I stop her, gazing into her lustful eyes. "Do you wanna come over at my place?"

She blinks at me, and I can see cogs turning in her brain. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe this was too soon. I just want her so bad and I haven't been this fucking hard ever. As I slowly let her go, she fists my shirt yanking me back. I blink down at her, surprised. "Yes."

The ride to my apartment was....let's say it wasn't the best. I had to put all my focus on driving and going above the speed limit was an understatement. The amount of times I just wanted her to climb over and have her way with me.

Fuck.

I'm doomed.

And the fact that my apartment was on the eighth floor. The elevator ride, I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed Y/N against the wall, my face in the crook of her neck, drinking in her scent. I wanted to memorize it. She let out a moan as I sucked on her pulse point, making her whimper. My hands slither around her waist, travelling lower to grip both of her cheeks in my palms, pulling her closer to my body. I felt her arms wrap around my neck, tilted her head to the side for me to gain more access to skin.

I hooked her leg on my hip as my left hand went up her thigh, going beneath her dress to give her ass a tight grip. The material of my jeans rubbed against her clothed clit, and that was enough to set me into overdrive. "Chan..." Y/N whimpered as I sucked on her neck.

I wish I could listen to her whimpers and moans any day of the week. And every night, if she were up to it.

When I finally pulled away, I took a moment to stare at her dead in the eyes before leaning down to smash my lips to hers. She matched my energy as her hands travelled to my hair, her fingers raking through my black locks. Her small whimpers and moans spurred me on, her tongue swirled around mine and my cock grew hard at the sensation.

The dinging of the elevator brought me back to reality as I stepped back and we both walked off the machine. Her giggles are my favorite so far, as I pressed her against the wall, licking and biting along her neck as we tried to walk to my apartment. When we arrived, her hand intertwining with mine, I used my key to unlock the door and allowed Y/N to walk inside first. But as soon as the door closed, she was on me and I moaned into her mouth as I softly slammed her against the nearest wall.

Sliding my hands around her hips, I hoisted Y/N in my arms as her legs wrapped around my torso. Yet again, our lips moved in sync, never leaving, but quickly deepened as I walked over to my room. Upon entering, I head straight for the bed, Y/N’s back hits the soft mattress as I dive right back to her neck as hands fisted my hair giving it a light tug. "Fuck, do that again." She blinks twice before tugging at my hair, making my mind go fuzzy, unable to think straight. In return, I gripped her thigh and pulled it up a bit, lifting her thighs as I grind my hips against hers.

Y/N moaned and grinds her hips back, her covered sensitive clit, giving her the right amount of friction. She squirmed beneath me as the wetness of her panties became uncomfortable. I kissed her deeply, pausing briefly to strip out of her dress, leaving her in her black thong. "No bra?" I asked, blinking at her perky breasts to which her cheeks turns pink. I admired her body, staring at every curve and dip in her skin, running my hands up and down her frame. "Fuck. You're gorgeous."

She had swollen lips as her chest rose and fell with each breath and I trailed my lips down her body. Starting at Y/N's neck, nibbling down her collarbone to the dip of her breasts, making sure to suck her sensitive buds. She moaned, once again running her fingers through my hair and pulling my face closer. Smiling into the kiss, I was starting to love hearing her moan and could listen to them all day. Heck, if it was up to me, I would want to keep her beneath the sheets, under me.

I continued trailing my tongue down the her torso. When I got to her black panties, I look up, and she nods for me to continue. I reached up and peeled the black item of clothing down her legs, throwing it behind me as it joins with the rest of of our clothing.

Pushing her legs open, I run my fingers through her folds before slipping my middle finger into her. “Such a pretty cunt.”

Her cheeks turn pink at the compliment. I watch as her back arches as I thrust my finger inside, knuckle deep, exploring her soft walls.

"Fuck, Channie.” she moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure.

I hovered over her lips as my fingers slowly worked in and out of her. She kept arching and writhing as I continued, mouth wide open as she let out silent moans.

“I can feel you tightening already.” But as I added a second finger, she couldn't contain herself. Her moans spilled out of her like she was a pornstar. Even when I kissed her, nothing stopped the volume she was outputting. “Fuck, I can't wait to fuck you."

Her walls clamp down on my fingers and I silently cursed at myself for not doing this sooner. “Channie…please…” The moans that escaped her mouth as they bounced off my room's walls. If the neighbors complain, I wouldn't give a fuck.

“Please, what?” I smirked watching her come undone at my pleasure. “I can’t hear you, baby.” I started moving my fingers faster in and out of her tight wet cunt that I had been dreaming about. I smile hearing her beg and plead. Gazing up at her lustfully, I smirk before taking her by surprise by leaning down and latching my mouth on her clit. She lets out a muffled moan, making me come up to see her biting the back of her hand.

Something came over me and I swat her ass cheek, making her yelp. "I want to hear you." She draws her hand back as I go back to my first mission and groan at the taste of her juices as they run down my chin. I hear her gasp before her hand grips the back of my head, fisting my hair and then pushes me deeper into her sopping pussy. "You taste so fucking good.”

“Don’t fucking stop,” Y/N moaned, as I run my fingers over her sensitive nub. “I’m so close.”

I couldn't say no to her so I grabbed the back of her knees, pushed her legs towards her chest, and began to devour her. I ran my tongue through her already soaking pussy before sticking it inside of her. Her thighs started shaking as I feel her first orgasm of the night approaching. And it was coming fast. "Cum on my face, baby. Can you do that for me?"

Her walls clenched around my fingers. She moaned my name as her orgasm hit her hard, she closed her thighs around my head as the aftershocks flowed through her body. I trailed kisses up her chest, sucking her sensitive nubs again before smashing my lips to hers.

As I shed my pants and boxers, I felt her watching me and saw her eyes widen at my rock hard cock. I quickly grabbed a condom, teared the corner of the foil with my teeth before putting it on. "Ready?" When she gives me a nod, I hover over her as I aligned myself at her enterance. She cries out as I slide in, all at once. I wanted to move and ruin her under my spell. But the look on her face made me stop. "Are you okay?"

She nods, opening her eyes. "I didn't expect you to be this big."

I laugh. "You've got a smart mouth. I wonder what else it can do."

"Why don't you find out?"

Fuck me. Drawing myself back, I thrust my cock inside her and threw her head back, arching her back as her walls pulsated wildly around me. “So fucking tight…” I hissed as I speed up the pace to the point where I'm hammering into her. Her glistening neck had me going crazy as I licked and nibbled at a spot and mumbled how she felt around me. She felt so tight, so warm, just right. “Babygirl, is this good? Do you want me to go harder, faster?”

I slowed down when she didn't respond, making her whine. I didn't want to pull out because I had wanted to be inside, nice and snug in her warmth. She was stretching well to my size, much to my surprise.

“Channie, if you don't fuck me in the next 5 seconds, I'm leaving you with blue balls,” Y/N stated, eyes glazed over with lust, and her cheek flushed.

"You asked for it," I said as I grabbed her hips and slammed my hips against her at an ungodly speed. She looked so sexy, so good, and willing to take what I had to offer. Fuck, her fucked out appearance was beyond my dreams. My thumb rubbed her sensitive clit making her mewl out loud.

“Oh, are you sensitive?” She nodded at my question. "I'm going to have so much fun with this later on but right now, I need you to come on my cock," I grunted, leaving a hickey on her neck.

“Ahhh…no wait…” She squirmed beneath me, and her hand went to grab my wrist. "Chan, ah, fuck, please." I noticed how she didn’t pull my hand away despite her pleads.

I could feel her walls clenching down around me. “Sorry baby,” I breathed out as the pressure in my balls kept rising. “You’re just too perfect for me."

“Fuck, Channie,” She came with a cry. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her body convulsing as she held me close.

I wasn't far behind. “Oh, fuck. I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum. Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming.” I stilled as the hot sticky cum painted the inside of Y/N's tight cunt.

Our heavy breaths filled the room, bouncing off the walls as I blinked down at her, catching my breath. I pressed my lips to hers as her hands ran down my back. "You okay?"

"Yes," she nods, smiling.

"Wait here," I pull out when I've gone soft and retrieve a small towel from the bathroom. As I cleaned her off, her hand grabs mine and I glance up. "What is it? Are you hurt? Was I too rough?"

She giggles. Oh, I love her giggles. "I'm okay, Channie. In fact, I don't think I can walk." She grins and asks, "So does this mean I'll see you again?"

I smile. "Oh, you'll definitely be seeing me again. Because I intend on seeing you outside of my room." I laugh when she hits my arm playfully. "Y/N. You're mine."

She smiles, beaming at me. "I'm yours."

Settling down in the bed next to her, she snuggles up to me as I wrap my arm around her, kissing her forehead. It doesn't take too long for her to falls asleep, making me smile. "Goodnight, babygirl. Sweet dreams."

A/N: i dont know what to do with myself now.....

#bang chan #christopher bang #stray kids bang chan #chris bang #bang chan fanfic #stray kids #fanfic #skz #bang chan smut #skz smut #stray kids smut

[beiasluv]

sully boys walked on you changing 😳

a/n: i am out of ideasss, lmk if you have some :) anyways, enjoy! :)

masterlist

although the na’vis are not known for their coverage in clothing pieces, they have a time for changing things up.

i swear they are putting so much trust in their piece of clothing, like neytiri’s top is holding on for its dear life.

jake (2009)

“hey, y/n um- OM MY FUCKING-“

“HEY! JAKE GET THE FUCK OUT!” you covered your bare chest and turned away from him. “GET OUT! LEARN HOW TO KNOCK FOR MY SAKE!”

“so- sorry!”

“GO!”

“y- yes! going now,” he closed the curtain slowly.

“no peaking!”

stares a moment before going out the tent. he is doing that shOOk face before collecting his senses.

definitely smirking to himself behind the curtain

jake is definitely a sweet guy and a consent king, but he can’t help himself sometimes, y’know. getting those free views is not something he’ll see everyday, might as well take advantage of it.

he tries to kill his thoughts but those pictures flash over and over he had to beat himself to it.

definitely have to bonk his head to get some senses back. he’ll be so flirty at first, but he’ll become so shy afterwards

definitely thinking about you before going to bed. he’ll be a drunk person in love, imagining your embrace during the nights.

tails wagging and everything when he daydream about you.

can’t even look at you in the eyes for a week, i guess. he was so ashamed but he can’t help himself teasing you of it 😈

the sweetest boy 100% tho. he’ll even comfort you.

“hey, y/n, i know i can be a wuss sometimes but you don’t have to be embarrassed to me. I know i’m an idiot but you have a really sweet body, don’t think i am a creep, but i think every part of you is perfect, and i mean it,” he tucked a hair behind your ear.

neteyam

his father’s son 100% a flirty boy

“y/n, i was wondering- OH HOLY- nice views”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, GET OUT!”

“okay, okay, going now, you should wear that more, or should i say i like it off,” he snickered behind the curtains.

“YOU- son of a- please, get out!”

he is so sweet about it tho. he’ll apologize afterwards 🥺

he’ll hug you whenever he can 100% and shower you with comforting words. maybe he can shower you with seductive compliments *AHEM*

“i know I’m an idiot, y/n, but you are so cute for me, and i mean it, okay?” “never let anyone sees you like that, because you are my little potato and mine.”

but neteyam being neteyam, he’ll throw out a joke afterwards like

“next time call me, I’ll help you change.” *wink* *wink*

he’ll daydream about the scene that flashed against his eyes, he wouldn’t complain about it. just basically dozed off in the middle of the day, drooling and everything, and people around him were worried asf. “tf is wrong with his dude.”

wanders to those deep dark waters that he know he shouldn’t go there. definitely cringe at himself and smack some senses back.

then he always learned how to shout before going in, which other people thinks it’s weird why he started doing it now, after all these years.

when he knows you are inside he’ll never miss a chance to tease you.

“hey, y/n! watch out for a handsome boy going in, he might see some views.”

“oh, shut up.”

lo’akkk

my boyyyy, he is flustered to the flustered

“y/n, i wanted to ask- AH- WHAT-“

“OH MY GOODNESS, please, get out!”

“I’m so sorry!”

his face is so red that people walking past the tent would ask if he is okay💀 he’ll be so flustered he couldn’t even answer them.

people got worried so they called jake to see💀

“lo’ak! what happened, did you do something?” he grabbed his son and shook him.

“no-nothing dad! let me go!” he refused to stay in his embrace.

“then tell me what happened!”

“MR.SULLY, HE SAW ME CHANGING! IT’S NOT HIS FAULT!” you quickly got out of the tent. lo’ak’s face turned even redder and his body’s temperature is rising rapidly.

the fact that, I am telling you, jake died laughing inside. he was like- “HUH” and then “HAHAHSHSHHA”

lo’ak couldn’t be more embarrassed, but he was met with your comforting words later on. you went to see him in his tent alone, choosing wisely to bring a shawl to cover your shoulder

“hey, lo’ak, are you feeling better?” you placed your hand on his shoulder. “look, i’m sorry-“

“no, please, i should be the one apologizing,” he turned to look at you, instinctively looking down first but panicked and looked up. “I’m sorry for reacting like that, your body made me think things i never imagined- BRAH EW WHAT DID I JUST SAY.”

“it’s okay,” you giggled. “glad i can help.”

“NO- I SWEAR I AM NOT A CREEP!”

“YOU ARE MY CREEPER,” a peck on his lips. muah.

today’s a great day to try something new! and take care! 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @loudcolorwolfgarden / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

#avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar imagine #jake sully imagine #jake sully x reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak x reader #fanfiction #imagines

[dante-mightdie]

Blue-collar Simon with a frugal girlfriend. I am absolutely projecting onto this rn lmao.

A sweet little thing with a taste for shiny stuffy and pretty clothes, but an even bigger taste for money. It took one look at her from across a Chick-fil-a, witnessing her glancing over her shoulder as she grabbed a handful of sanitizing wipe packets and stuffed them into the side-pocket of her purse, for him to fall in love and ask her out right then and there.

Got him to cut down on smoking when she pointed out that a single pack of cigarettes—ten dollars—is the same price as a Costco pizza that could feed them for a minimum of two days. He doesn't quit completely, but does so less frequently and favors bumming smokes off of coworkers.

Always complains about him having a truck and how the miles per gallon is so bad. Keeps track of how much they could've saved if his pickup didn't take up so much gas. Diesel, at that.

"You know I need the flatbed for work, dove."

"You could honestly just get a car with a good MPG and hitch a trailer on the back."

He almost laughs, but swiftly shuts his mouth when he realizes that that's actually not that bad of an idea. It would make loading and unloading supplies easier, and it wouldn't force so much weight onto his rear axle.

Sixth sense for sales. Avid user of coupons. Always knows what places offer which discounts that they qualify for. Clearance aisles are the go-to. Knows when happy hour is everywhere. Avoids more expensive stores (aka Target) like the plague. Has not paid for a single piece of produce in her life; all veggies are grown by hand.

Loves to go to stores, but rarely buys anything. Simon tags along and gags at price tags with her. They both consider this a date.

On actual date nights, reader makes it clear that she does not care for gourmet restaurants or their dogshit food. Homeboy almost dropped to his knee right then and there. Peak of fanciness is Olive Garden. And even then, it's only at the location where she knows the manager from high school so they can get a discount.

In truth, they both prefer simple dates where it's just the two of them, like stuffing pillows and blankets into the back of his truck and ordering takeout while watching a movie on his laptop. She's creative, too, and Simon couldn't be more ecstatic about it. He's got his girl, food, his truck, a barely-tapped wallet, and his lil wifey bae is happy. What more could a man want?

She dresses real cute, which often has Simon wondering where she gets her clothes bc she almost never gets things when they go shopping together.

"Those new?"

"The pants? Yeah. They were like... seven dollars, I think."

"Where'd you get those for seven?"

"Shein."

"Ah."

Yeah she does not give a single shit about name brands. If it looks good, feels good, and is cheap—it's hers. Could not care less about Nike n shit.

Simon ofc feels a little bad about not being able to spoil her, but lemme tell you when money is an object—it is very much preferred that it be regarded as such. There is nothing more attractive than a financially responsible man.

In the beginning of their relationship, Simon once tried to be that guy and got her an accessory that she'd been admiring. It was pretty, but all broke girls will understand when I say that the want for something DIES if it's overpriced. Gone. As if it were never there. So he was a little shocked when he surprised her with it a few weeks later and her face dropped. Like genuine existential dread just plastered on her face, clear as day.

She told him that she really didn't want it after she saw how expensive it was, but he insists that she deserves a few luxuries. Only problem is, he begins to notice how overwhelmed with guilt she becomes when she sees it. She hardly ever wears it, and she really doesn't mean to be dismissive of Simon's generosity—but she just can't help but feel buyer's remorse any time she remembers it exists. It makes her feel terrible, and all she can think about is how much better the money for it could've been spent. When Simon realizes that and returns it, it's like a weight is lifted from her shoulders. Gave him THE sloppiest head that night. Besides, she prefers Simon's pearl necklace more than any other piece of jewelry.

He's smart enough now to know that money really doesn't buy her happiness. She's so perfectly content with her way of life. It also reassures him that she wouldn't ever entertain the idea of opting for a man with money to waste. Not when she's found someone who gets her and her reluctance of spending like Simon does.

absolutely adores a financially responsible girl! doing everything you can to make sure you two can live comfortably

watches you note down recipes that you can batch make and freeze to save money, no wastage in this household! simon will never complain when you say its leftovers for dinner

he's just such a simple man but in the best way possible. nothing gets him harder than walking into the kitchen to see you cutting up vouchers for the groceries

except maybe watching you haggle with someone. he took you to a market once and watched you talk a vendor down from £50 to £10 when he pointed out a hoodie that he liked

fucked you so good that night you walked funny for days <3

used to smoke straights but when you told him how much cheaper it is to roll his own cigarettes, he hasn't looked back since

IKEA dates. loves walking hand in hand with you around the large store, talking about how you're gonna decorate the house he's gonna buy you someday

doesn't miss the little smile that flicks across your face when he shakes his head at the bookcase you point out,

"£100? I can make you tha' for half the price, lovie..."

#mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #bluecollar!simon

[zaiisaii]

MORE ON SUB GOO!! I have found you, and you are gonna be the target for the rest of my life. Your writing is awsome. It always leaves me craving for more!

LOOKISM

⋆ — sub goo .ᐟ ﹙kim goo﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .

sub goo is my favorite goo.

overall, it started as an experiment. that's where his little 'problem' started. he didn't exactly like to be bossed around, especially by someone whose suppose to serve him.

however, the moment you promised him money for every little thing he did, he was so happy. he did everything. still, he hasn't explored anything so sexual.

apart from the stares he'd feel on his ass when he'd bend over to pick something up.

he was flattered honestly.

there were also those words you would tell him when he did a good job. looks amazing, you're the cutest, my good boy.

my good boy.

his chest tightens up and his eyes are automatically cast down like a typical shy schoolgirl. a light blush would spread across his cheeks but he wasn't going to show you that.

you obviously noticed.

maybe he just felt uncomfortable with those words, and maybe that's why he acts like that.

which is why you stopped with the praises.

problem was — he continued to follow your orders like a dumb pup. it also could've been because he wanted to hear those words again yet they never left your mouth. you simply nod in thanks and left him be.

when goo gets fed up he quickly drops the rag in his hands on the floor, am i doing a good job, am i?

he wants to hear you say he's doing good, for you to guide him when he messed up. heck, he isn't even your cleaner and he just drops by and ends up cooking and cleaning everything!

a little more praise won't hurt.

he wants to hear it from your lips.

i just know his dumbass searched on google about his obsession. 'why do i like getting praised?', 'is it healthy for a man to be praised by a rich person?', 'how do i get someone to praise me'.

through those searches he'd fall into a rabbit hole of multiple videos of sub men. he most likely didn't even know they existed 😭

and that's how he realized he liked it. he liked the thought of you doing everything he saw in the videos.

following that, he'd confront you (very horribly, might i add). you were on a phone call when he suddenly burst into your office.

"do you wanna fuck me?!"

you spun in his direction, eyes wide. his clothes weren't ironed and his hair wasn't combed to perfection like he always had it. he ran here on foot.

you hung up on the phone abruptly, "pardon?"

goo swallows nervously, "why do you pay me for no reason?"

"...i don't have a valid reason," you squinted your eyes, where was he going with this? "i just thought it was cute to mess with you."

"oh.."

a tense silence falls over him, he slumps down in a chair and rubs at his face.

you nod after a while, "yes, i could keep paying you if you'd like."

huh?

"for sex?!" he was over the moon when you agreed. it was your goal after all — a very shitty goal, yes.

his eyes flutter shut in embarrassment when you took charge. he hated feeling like a caged animal yet, he somehow really enjoyed it. it caused something to stir in his stomach and he was pushed past a limit he didn't even know he had.

he found out he enjoyed being bossed around, especially in public spaces. where everyone could tell he was head over heels.

the fake blond whines when you push him against the bathroom stall. he was quick to throw his head back to allow you to attack his neck with open-mouthed kisses. "you–... you were taking too long!"

goo had been patient enough to wait for an hour at your meeting, as long as he was going to get a 'reward' for his good behavior but one hour turned into two, and then three. he no longer had the patience

"gives you no right to whine like a pathetic slut." he keens when you kiss under his ear, teeth biting gently at the lobe.

his fingers curl into your hair to pull you closer to him, as close as he could bring you. he pouts when you don't budge.

"i'm sorry."

he never truly was.

sub goo loves when you're angry. he wants you to take all your stress out on him. pull his hair, manhandle him, touch him however you want.

the best way to make him beg for forgiveness is to never give him what he wants.

what is it?

he wants it faster? you go slower and gentle. he wants you to slow down? you go faster and harder.

he wants you to get angry? take a deep breath and stay calm.

you sigh deeply before taking a step away from him. he cries at the loss. "i forgive you. now let's get out of here."

his chest heaves rapidly, you're going to leave him like this? with hickeys on his neck and a tent in his pants?

his eyes swell up with tears. he watches silently as the door shuts behind you, still pressed up against the stall.

"no!"

thats all i got.

#lookism x reader #sub character #lookism #lookism smut #dom reader #dom!reader #gender neutral reader #webtoon #sub lookism #top reader #goo smut #lookism goo #goo x reader #gn reader #goo kim #kim joongoo

[kairiscorner]

any haikyuu serious/stoic character with a gyaru gf that's outgoing but easily flustered and they just started dating 💗 pleeaasee!!!

omg. i am so tempted to make more of these, BC I CAN ALSO IMAGINE THIS FOR LIKE, SO MANY OTHER CHARACTERS I CAN'TTTTTTTTTT I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH, AND I HOPE YOU DO, TOO 💓💓💓

his girl. (part 3)

summary: looks can certainly be deceiving, but he's not with you for how you look—he's completely smitten for how adorable and lovable you are as a person, as his girl.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ hajime iwaizumi

he had never, never in the three years that he's been your schoolmate, seen you around campus with your pretty and bold clothes, with your striking hair and makeup—with that lovely voice of yours making him go crazy—never had he realized that, beneath your bold exterior, lay a sweet and shy girl that made him fall for you even harder. he had always struggled thinking of how to talk to you, how to approach you and ask you out on a date. when he finally mustered the courage to do so (after being threatened by oikawa that if he didn't make his move now, he'd get to you first) he realized that you were leagues shier than he could ever be; and that was so fucking cute to him.

now that you two are dating, iwaizumi makes it a point to call you beautiful everyday, not just because it's true and he wants you to feel that it is, but because he loves it when you get all bashful and embarrassed, when you hide behind your tiny hands in an attempt to cover your flustered face. when your make up is off and your hair is down, iwaizumi's heart skips a beat and his face gets all warm and fuzzy.

"oh, shit—i really lucked out in life; my girl's gorgeous." he blurted out subconsciously, his eyes glued on to you as he admired how you look without makeup, when you look the way you naturally do, and just... you being you. he loves every way you look and how you express yourself, and he's more than willing to shut someone who has nothing to say about you up; and for every bad thing you've heard in your life that's been thrown at you for how 'over the top' you look, he combats those words with sweet words that flow like honey of his own, and with gentle kisses to remind you how loved you are, how much he loves you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ wakatoshi ushijima

it was hard for ushijima to take his mind off of anything but volleyball, but to work hard to make it to nationals—it used to be pretty hard, but now that you're in his life, ushijima has learned to find some balance in his life. first impressions plagued you both when you two first met; you thought of him as this big, scary, intimidating fellow, and of course he was! standing at 189 centimers and with daring eyes like his, your shyness quintupled when you accidentally bumped into him on your first day. ushijima was also taken in by how you looked for a split second, he originally thought you were one of those popular girls who were spoiled, that you probably thought you were better than ushijima, which was why you never said anything to him when you two bumped into each other. he didn't expect you to apologize, so he let it go—until you parted your lips and let out a soft apology. ushijima would never forget the feeling that rumbled in his chest as this smaller girl, who he thought he would never come to like or have an opinion of, actually apologize to him.

and from then on, after he acknowledged your apology and gave an apology back, you two kept bumping into each other here and there; it was comical, really, tendou kept teasing you two for it, saying you were both star-colliding lovers, or whatever pun he made up for it that got annoying, yet sweet, real quick. when you two realized your feelings for each other, ushijima felt sort of protective over you after you both became official. he had a habit of playing with the ends of your hair involuntarily, just fidgeting with the ends of it, threading it in between his long, thick fingers. he loved it when your small hands would envelope around his fingers to hold his hand on the way home, and he made sure you would always get home safe.

because of tendou and the rest of the team, ushijima had finally learned how to say these words with a smidge of confidence and endless love behind them: "remember... i love you. a lot. stay... safe. and... you're beautiful. i love you." he said in his usual deep, rumbling voice and stoic expression; though you could tell ushijima had to muster all his confidence and put a lot of his heart into that. you got all flustered and smiled, thanking him in stammers and giggles, making the corners of his lips turn up into a slight smile. his gaze was soft and caring, and ushijima wanted nothing more than to have you in his arms before he'd make his way home. that now became his favorite routine, wrapping his big, muscular arms around you, and gently hugging you—holding you close and burying his nose in the crook of your neck as he ends the day with a hug from you, thinking of you subconsciously, wishing silently to himself that tomorrow would hurry up so he could hug you, hold you, and say he loves you again, and again, and again.

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[reyanfia]

— never-ending lucky charms — neteyam sully x reader

setting: awa'atlu, pandora

pairing: neteyam x fem!omaticaya/metkayina!reader

warnings: nothing it's just cute fluff with ya boy neteyam

word count: 1.1k

summary: you struggle to show your affection for your lover through words, so you do it in a way that not only lets him know about your love, but others, too.

a/n: based on this request! thank so much kay for requesting this :) sorry that's it's so late! and short. idk why I couldn't write more lmao

it has been a few moons after you and neteyam had come clear. the feelings that lingered under the surface were revealed and shared one fateful night, so unforgetful that you both added a bead to your songcords'.

it was no doubt that you were the more bashful one in this relationship — though everyone could tell of your feelings for neteyam, it was hard for you to actually mention it out loud, even to neteyam himself. so recently, you've been weaving necklaces, anklets and more — just for him.

you couldn't think of any other way to show him just how much you love him other than giving him things. you gave him a lot of random stuff, but nothing was ever as fun as making those glittering woven pieces for him.

"collecting shells, are you?" tsireya comes around from behind the corals, swimming up to your side as you roamed your eyes across the seafloor just inches below you.

you dropped a shimmering blue seashell into your palm, gripping it tightly after so it won't float away. you nodded your head to tsireya with a shy smile, not signing back since your hands were busy.

"is it for neteyam?" you saw her sign in your peripheral vision. you were going to affirm it, but she beat you to it. "who am i kidding, of course you are."

you both exchanged smiles. you took a look to the pearls and shells you had found, some which could glow and twinkle beautifully in the dark. you nodded to yourself as you found it to be just enough for the waist chain you wanted to make for him.

you stuffed it into a pouch by your hip, joining your collection with the rest of the bunch you had found earlier. you tightly tied it shut so it wouldn't fall away.

you turned to tsireya and pointed to the surface, marking the end of your little search.

—

"oh, finally!" after tying the last knot, you held up the chain in the sunlight, watching how the light makes it sparkle and shine so prettily.

you didn't exactly know the size of his waist, but after hugging him countless of times, you had a guess. you were still a teeny bit nervous about whether it'll fit comfortably or not.

it was perfect timing. neteyam and his other friends had returned from hunting, and you could tell by the crowd of squeaks and croaks of the ilu.

you sat in your marui patiently, waiting for him to walk in so you could gift him your latest piece.

just a few minutes after, he comes into the marui, patting himself dry with a cloth. you ran up to him, and he welcomed your embrace with open arms.

after you both pulled away from the hug, he began, "i'm guessing you made something again?" he smiled warmly at you, making those timid feelings rise again — so you casted your eyes down.

you fiddled with the beads and shells you weaved on the chain, glancing at the other pieces of your work that he's wearing.

"yes, they are. but this isn't like the other ones I've made! um, it's a waist chain. I just thought you would look really, really good in it."

your heart burst into butterflies when he grabbed your hands that held the piece, bringing it closer to him to take a closer look at it. you felt giddy like the first time you confessed to him.

his smile grew wider as he beamed, meeting your eyes. "it's beautiful, my love. how long did this take you?"

he felt his poor heart flip when he saw your face light up. "just 2 days! i had fun while I made it. so um, — may I put it on for you?"

you noticed how his posture went from relaxed to slightly rigid. "y-yes, of course." he responded.

he could feel how his heartbeat sped up when you walked behind him, positioning the chain just below his battle band. you felt how his breath hitched when your hands made even the softest contact with his skin.

as you clasped the chain into place, he grew flushed under your hold. well, technically you weren't holding him, but you were so close to him and he was powerless. you felt shameful to say — your confidence rised a little because of it.

"there. it suits you perfectly, ma' teyam."

as you went to stand back in front of him, your eyes lingered on the handiwork of yours that adorned his body. how it fit so nicely, drawing attention in all the right places.

neteyam felt himself getting flustered under your stare. he was a head taller than you, yet in this moment, he felt like you're the one towering over him, all under your control.

a smile crept up his face when your eyes finally drifted to meet his. "you wanna know why I always wear these?" he said, referring to the other pieces that he wore.

you shook your head, deciding to focus on a blue and white shelled bracelet resting on his wrist. but the hands moved, and it came up to hold your face, forcing your eyes to look up at him.

"it's like— everytime I think about you, everything somehow turns out well and fine. and all this? these bracelets, these arm cuffs and chains, they're all a reminder of you. any day, becomes a perfect day if I get to think about you."

you, you, you. he speaks of you as if you were art, as if you were any more perfect than the moon and the stars.

his words were sweet and simple, however with such aching slowness, emphasizing on every single word. and you felt like you'd explode if you dared to say anything.

you managed to ease out though. "hm. well, don't your friends find it weird? you wear a lot of it, teyam."

he scoffed, tipping your chin up with his hand. "weird? never. if anything, they're jealous about it. the love you show me through these beautiful small pieces are unmatched. nothing else tops it. nothing will ever replace it."

gosh. where'd all these words come from?

your face displayed a light tint of pink, as you shyly brought your hands up to your face to cover them. that's something. "seems like I'll have to make more of these for you if I get to hear that everytime."

you placed your arms around his waist, colliding with the chain you had made. you leaned your head on his chest and his head rested on yours. you didn't see it, but you knew he was probably grinning ear to ear.

"I'll start doing it all the time then, my love. in exchange for more of these never-ending lucky charms. you can do that for me, right?"

you hummed softly in reply, closing your eyes within the embrace of your lover.

© ronalsgirl

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thank u for reading!

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[snowy-vee]

TUG: I can’t have my heart lookin’ stupid (2)

n/a: I am on the wost mental block, unable to write anything, so I've decided to just WRITE WHATEVER, so I may be posting One-shots and writing for the On-goings whenever inspo come at me, I was going to write some shower smut but maybe for the opening of next chapter. Also, I always forget of the taglists, so sorry, I'll try to remember better after this one

Chapter not revised

taglist; @littlegingerperson5 @lil-elliesgf @bready101 @lmaoo-spiderman @elliescoolerwife @girlrotterr @les4elliewilliams @ellseasp @elsgirll @mikellie

INDEX

You finally could rest in that desk after finishing all the work Professor Mendozal eft you, you sighed looking around the office. Yeah, time to go to your dorm and sleep, maybe cuddle with Ellie if she was down to it, of course cuddling as friends.

Because you and Ellie were friends before anything, you two should never forget that, even if it came with some benefits that had to be kept secret to the public for the good of friendships and relationships. Sometimes you felt bad about what you were doing but then she had her lips on yours and that was enough to shut those thoughts… and Daniel did not deserve to be hurt because he couldn’t make you cum, maybe one day he would stop moving his fingers in your clit as if he was a fucking DJ mixing the worst mix in the history of music.

“Hi” You said opening the door of the dorm, throwing your backpack in your bed and throwing yourself too leaving a frustrated huff. Ellie was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed typing in her laptop barely acknowledging you, it was normal when you entered the dorm tired and just screamed into the pillow or sigh heavily and then went silent for long seconds. “You’re doing homework?”

“Yeah”

“Oh, shit!” You suddenly kneel on your bed, opening your backpack and pulling out a brown bag. Ellie looks at the bag and opens her mouth surprised as you wave it.

“No way”

“Yes way” you said going to her bed and sitting on the edge as you gave the bag to her “I did a little stop and I saw the bakery you like, so I decided to buy the pastries you talk so much, you can see it as thank you”

She opens the bag taking out one and biting it, she closes her eyes and licks her lips. You chuckled at her reaction; she seemed so adorable to you. “This is like fifteen minutes away from your building, you are thanking me for what?”

“For that tongue of yours”

“I must be really good for you to spend money in this, very expensive for your wallet” you open your mouth wide muttering a long ‘wow’ with a hand on your chest, showing how offended you felt.

“This is what I get for being nice… now, for real, the notes you sent me for the class? Worked so fucking great, I almost had a brain orgasm”

“That doesn’t sound great, not something I want to experience”

“Trust me, you do…” you chuckled looking over her desk, there was clothes neatly folded in the chair and her “special shoes” (meaning she only wore them once in a blue moon) were out of their box “You’re going out tonight? Where? A good party? I wanna go!”

“Uh, something like that, I guess” she scratched the back of her neck and smiled weirdly “It’s my anniversary with Cat”

“Ew- I mean, amazing! That’s so… coupley of you two ¡Go lesbians! or whatever”

Ellie stared at you for a long minute tilting her head before she talked again. “Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, just being supportive” You got up from the bed and went to check the clothes to see what the outfit was “Oh, god, I could be supportive helping you not look like your everyday ¿What the hell is this? ¿Are this the same jeans you wore yesterday?”

“I look good in those!” Ellie got up leaving the pastries in her night stand and snatching the pants from your hand.

“Never said you didn’t” You raised your hands in a gesture of peace. “What I’m saying is that you let me help picking you a good fit to impress Cat in your anniversary, come on, don’t let romance die, you guys are so cute and-”

“Will you stop talking if I say yes?”

You nodded energetically clapping once as you turned around and open the doors of her wardrobe. Ellie sighed defeated as she went back to her bed and kept working a little bit more until you could find something worthy, it’s not like she didn’t had good clothes, it’s just that her style was very plain and casual but it look great on her, she did not care that much, now if we talked about shoes… Ellie was a sneaker head, at least one in making, half of her paycheck or allowance went on some new shoes and she started telling you every detail and why it was so different from the other one she got last month, you couldn’t care less but you liked how she expressed herself so you listened to every word and sometimes found yourself spitting some random fact to someone that you learned from her about it.

In less than 30 minutes you had something “Try this on!”

You threw the clothes at her landing poorly on the floor next to the bed, she again gave you that look but huffed taking off her tank top, she had no underwear and you were shamelessly looking at her tits as she put on the shirt and started buttoning it up. There was no way you were dolling her up to go on a date with a Cat and you were going to be locked up in the room celibate mode, that sounded frustrating.

“Not bad, actually” Ellie looked at her reflection in the mirror, nodding slowly as she checked herself.

The clothes fit her so good and the new haircut she got days ago made her look 100% better, you were smiling through the pain of not being able to rip them and make her yours in that exact moment. Ellie was now making faces in the mirror, tucking her hair behind her ear with one hand on her chin, etc.

“Miss steal yo-girl is feeling herself” you chuckled going back to your bed, your job was done here “With that outfit you will get a lot of girls”

She chuckled too starting to undress as she was walking towards the bathroom “Well, Cat is the only one that matters”

“…yeah”

You could hear the water running but the door was still open, maybe she was waiting for it heat up, anyway, you were going to respect their relationship tonight, It was anniversary night, that was a big thing. Cat had all the rights to only she be the one to have Ellie for herself that day and you were not going to meddle.

“Wanna shower?” Ellie was leaning against the doorframe only a towel cover her body, you practically jump from your bed to meet her in the bathroom taking your clothes off quickly.

“I thought you were never going to ask”

If Ellie didn’t respect her relationship, why would you?

#ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie fanfic #ellie smut #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams au #ellie williams smut

[soulofapatrick]

I Would Wait Forever - Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You and Matt have been friends forever and one night, after mutual pining, Matt takes a risk

Words: 3k

Warnings: none 

Y/N’s POV

I’m jolted awake by the sound of the front door shutting, a dark figure moving around almost silently as if he was trying not to wake me, masking being put down. Matt’s back from being Hell Kitchen’s vigilant, the famous Daredevil. We’ve been best friends for years so of course I worked it out quickly. Well, let’s just say Matt forgot to his suit somewhere other than his wardrobe that I constantly raid as his hoodies are so soft and fluff so of course I’m gonna steal them. 

I gather my thoughts, trying to steady my heart after waking from a nightmare and I can’t stop the small flutter in my chest as Matt steps into the moonlight streaming through his floor to ceiling windows. He looks exhausted, his suit torn and bloodstained and he practically collapses into the couch, head falling to my shoulder. My heart rate skyrockets and I’m groaning as he’s laughing, soft and warm before pressing a kiss to my shoulder where my shirt has slipped down. His lips feel like a spark of electricity, causing me to shiver as his lips ghost my skin. My mind is racing as if try to savour the feeling, storing it away for a future moment. 

We’ve always had a close relationship, but lately it feels like something has changed. There have been moments I’ve caught him looking at me in a way that makes my heart skip a beat. I know he can’t see me in the way but it makes me feel like he’s looking straight into my soul and it has made it hard to keep my feelings in check as I don’t want to ruin our friendship by confessing how I feel. I reach up, running my hands through his fluffy hair as I ask, “Rough night?” Trying to keep my voice steady. 

He nods, letting out a sigh, breath ghosting my neck, “It’s never easy out there,” His voice is low and gravelly as he speaks, “But I can’t just sit back and let those bastards run rampant.”

I understand his drive to fight for justice but the thought of him getting hurt or worse, losing him, makes me want to stop him leaving every night. I know I should tell him how I feel about him but I’m losing him in anyway so I just stuff those feelings to the back of my mind and focus on being there for him as a friend, “You want me to run you a bath?”He’s nodding, moving his head from my shoulder so I can stand and he holds his arms out with a pout of his lips as his deep chocolate eyes are on my face but slightly too far up for him to not be blind. It makes me laugh how cute he can be as I take his hands and pull him to his feet even though he can very well do it himself. 

I head to the bathroom to run the bath, knowing he’ll go to his bedroom to grab some clean clothes and a towel so I barely bat an eyelid when I hear him moving around while I turn the faucet on and get the temperature just right. Matt uses echolocation of sorts to sense his surrounding, listening intently as to how sounds bounce off objects and from that he’s able to paint a pretty accurate picture every time. He’s more than capable of sorting himself out due to this but I like doing this for him, being able to show him how much he means to me with my actions and I know he doesn’t mind it either. 

As the bath fills I can hear Matt making his way towards the bathroom so I put some of those sweetly scented bath salts into the water, watching them sparkle and shimmer before disappearing and giving the bathroom a faintly cherry smell. Fuck it smells so good, cherry being one of my favourite scents. I’m turning the taps off when the bathroom door creaks and Matt is hovering there, a change of clothes and towel in his hands and he’s in nothing but a pair of boxers, making my mouth dry at the sight of him. His toned muscles and defined abs are on full display, thick thighs making me swallow hard before I’m clearing my throat and composing myself because what the fuck am I doing? A flush spreads across my cheeks as I force myself to look away, not helping when I steal another quick glance as he is so goddamn attractive and seeing him practically naked does things to my body that I can’t ignore. 

I’m clearing my throat again, moving aside so he can enter the bathroom as I say, “It’s ready for you,” My voice coming out a little breathless and there’s a shit eating grin on those pretty lips, “I’ll just uh… I’ll be in the kitchen.” I’m nodding more to myself that him before I quickly turn and speed walk out of the bathroom, back to the kitchen where I put the kettle on needing a coffee. The bathroom door is sliding closed behind me and I’m leaning against the kitchen counter, trying to catch my breath. Seeing Matt practically naked always leaves me feeling a little flustered and it’s harder to hide my feeling for him, as if he’s being affectionate and all those accidental touches weren’t so accidental. No, of course I’m just overthinking and overanalysing all of this, my heart seeing what my heart wants. 

The sound of the kettle bubbling interrupts my thoughts and I prepare myself a mug of coffee, adding two sugars and a splash of milk plus a little caramel sauce that Matt keeps here for me. As I take a sip I can feel the warmth spreading through me, calming my nerves and clearing my mind. The time flashing on the clock has me groaning as it’s almost five am and the sun is starting to rise and I should be in bed but making sure Matt’s not dead is more important. I can’t sleep until I’m sure he’s safe, hence why I let myself into his apartment and fell asleep on his couch. His couch is looking rather comfy again as sleepiness clouds my mind a little. 

As I walk to the sofa I can hear the faint sound of water splashing and Matt humming to himself, drawing a smile from me as I know he’s relaxing after a long night of being the hero Hells Kitchen didn’t’t know it needed. I settle on the couch and grab my book, trying to distract myself and pass the time until Matt’s done. But, of course, my mind keeps wandering back to Matt and how he is so special to me. I can’t help but think about how much I care about him, how much he means to me and how much it hurts to see him come back battered and bruised. I don’t think he feels the same way so I keep it all to myself, wondering what it would be like to be with him, holding him close and kiss him. 

I’m vaguely aware of the book slipping from my hands and my head falling back to the arm of the chair as my eyes are slipping shut, the thought of Matt being mine on my mind. The sound of the bathroom door waking me suddenly and Matt’s silhouette appears in the doorway, hair damp and skin glistening in the morning light. He looks undoubtably ethereal, rather quite the opposite of his vigilant persona. He’s smiling at me still on the couch, book on the floor now and I’m letting my head fall back on the couch, watching as he runs a hand through his damn hair, leaving it sticking up in odd directions as he speaks, “Hey,” His voice soft as he makes his way over to me, “That was exactly what I needed.” He leans down and places a kiss to my forehead, causing my heart to try take up skipping as a hobby, “And now what I need is you in bed with me so we can get some sleep before Foggy or Karen comes yelling in about…” He pretends to look at a watch on his wrist as if he would be able to see one if he wasn’t blind, “Four hours.” 

Before I can make any response he’s leaning down again and scooping me up, throwing me over his shoulder with a shriek from me. As he carries me to his bedroom I can feel the strength of the his muscles beneath my body, his back and shoulders are broad and defined and I can feel the firmness of his biceps as he effortlessly carries me. It’s no surprise that he’s able to move with such ease, even as a blind man. He’s trained to navigate the world using other senses, his body honed for strength and agility. He’s throwing me don into the soft mattress, a laugh rumbling his chest when I let out a yelp. 

His bedroom is simple yet elegant, with dark wooden furniture and navy blue bedding, the walls are a light grey with a few pieces of artwork hanging here and there. They’re my favourite shade of grey, Matt having made me pick the exact shade of grey as if he knew I’d be here a lot. The smug bastard. The bed is large and inviting with plush pillows and a soft comforter that looks like it would be prefect place to spend the rest of the day so I’m shimmying out of my sweatpants and before I can reach under my shirt to undo my bra nimble fingers are there, breath warm against my neck, sending shivers and goosebumps after the brush of his fingers. His touch is gentle yet confident, moving away too soon so I can slip my bra off under my shirt before laying back in the soft bed. 

Matt is joining me, the bed dipping behind me and I can’t not wonder if this is what other best friends do. Do they share beds? Do they cuddle like Matt is doing now, calloused hands finding my hips and pulling me back into his chest. He settles, the warmth of his body seeping into mine, sends waves of comfort and security over me. His breath tickles the back of my neck as he whispers, “What’s on your mind? You’ve been deep in thought since I got back.” 

“Just thinking about life, ya know?” I reply, trying to keep my tone light, “The usual stuff really.” 

Matt’s grip on my hips tightens slight and I feel him press a soft kiss to the back of my neck, “Hmmm, what about life?” He has to be teasing me, there’s a small smile as his lips are pressed against my shoulder as he raises himself on one elbow to look in my general direction. I take a deep breath, unsure if I should share my thoughts with him, even if he has always been my confidante and safe space. 

“I… I don’t know Matty,” I say, voice barely above a whisper, “"Sometimes I just feel like I'm stuck. Like I'm not really living, just going through the motions. Do you ever feel like that?”

His hand moves from my hip, tracing soothing circles over my stomach and it’s a little ticklish and he knows it with the smile pressed into my shoulder before he replies, “Yeah, I know what you mean,” His voice is just as quiet as mine, “But you know what they say, life is what you make it. Maybe we just need to shake things up a bit, try something new.” Try something new… I turn my head to look up at him, his face only inches from mine and the way the light from the bedside lamp is hitting his face… I’m shaking my head, trying to clear my not so best friend thoughts about Matt as he doesn’t feel the same for me. No way he does, but he’s moving closer, voice low and rough, “I could try something new with you.” 

I freeze, my heart hammering in my chest as Matt’s words sink in. Did he actually say that? My mind racing with a hundred thoughts and questions but I can’t seem to form a coherent sentence as much as I try so I’m being stupid and turning my head away from him, trying to hide the blush that’s spreading across my cheeks. He seems to sense my hesitation and pulls back slightly, hand still resting on my stomach, “Hey lovely, it’s okay,” He speaks softly, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.”

With that he’s going to move away but I’m reaching up, fingers finding the stray tufts of his very fluffy hair at the nape of his neck as I roll onto my back so he’s hovering over me. My hand moving to his face, fingers gently tracing over his features and he lets me. I take int he strong lines of his jaw, the slight stubble that has started to grow and the way his cheekbones seem to be carved from marble. His nose is straight and prominent, giving him a rugged and masculine look and his eyebrows are thick and wee defined. But it’s his eyes that I always get lost in, a mixture of cognac and chocolate that seems to change depending on his mood but they’re always so warm and inviting when he’s facing me. Then there are his lips, full and soft looking with just a hint of a smile playing at the corners as he kisses the pads of my fingers when they trail over them. 

This small action breaks my resolve and I’m suddenly grabbing his jaw, surging up to slam my lips into a kiss that pours all the pent up emotions I’ve been feeling for him. Matt’s surprised gasp turns into a groan as he responds eagerly, arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer. The warmth of his body envelops me, making me feel safe and loved, and I can't help but deepen the kiss. Our tongues tangle together in a dance that feels familiar and new at the same time, and I realise that this is what I've been wanting all along. 

We’re finally breaking apart, panting and I can see the same desire on his face as he drags his bottom lip through his teeth, “Y/N,” He’s murmuring, voice rough with emotions, “I have been waiting for you to do that for forever.” 

“You knew?” The moment is broken as I glare at him incredulously from where I’m laying below him, sinking into the soft pillows and probably looking no way as intimidating or mad as I hoped I would sound. 

Matt’s face softens and he’s moving a hand to cup my cheek, thumb rubbing gentle circles on my skin, “Of course I knew,” He replies softly, “I can hear your heartbeat remember. I just didn’t want to push you, I would have waited forever for you to be ready.” My heart swells at his words and the warmth of his hand on my cheek. All the doubts and fears that had been holding me back melt away and I’m putting pressure on the back of his neck until he gets the hint, his face breaking out into a huge smile before he’s leaning down. 

My heart flutters in anticipation, lips meeting lips and it’s better than I could ever have imagined. His lips are soft and warm, moving perfectly against mine and I can taste a hint of the peppermint toothpaste but the overwhelming taste of everything Matty is intoxicating. His hands cup my cheeks as mine tangle in his fluffy hair, pulling him as close as I can. Our bodies are pressed together and I can feel the warmth and strength above me, his body fitting perfectly above mine and I can’t get enough of him. The kiss deepening, hands starting to roam and explore. 

His hands move down my sides, feeling the dip of my hips before he’s gripping them and pulling me closer. I’m running my fingers over his back feeling every ripple and dip of his muscles. His skin is warm and smooth, fingers running up his spine, feeling each vertebY/N and the muscles on either side as he shivers. The sensation of skin against skin combined with the passion of the moment is electric and exhilarating.  It feels like time stands still and the world around us doesn't matter anymore. We break apart for a moment, gasping for air, and our eyes meet. In that moment, I know that I want to be with him, that he's the one I've been waiting for. 

Matt leans down to kiss me again, and I can feel his smile against my lips. His hands move to my waist, pulling me even closer to him. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, and it's like we're two puzzle pieces finally fitting together perfectly. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss even more. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to be with him like this. The kiss continues, and I don't want it to ever end but eventually, Matt pulls away, a small smile on his face again as he moves back to my side. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his gaze never leaving mine. "We should try and get some sleep," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. I nod, feeling a sense of contentment settle over me. As we curl up together, my head resting on his chest, I can feel his heartbeat under my ear. It's a steady, comforting rhythm, and I know that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, his heart my own lullaby drifting me to sleep within the safety of his arms and a promise of a relationship. 

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[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. A known swordsman makes a brief appearance in this. Buggy is jealous and a bit insecure in this chapter. A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be. Also I want to say a huge thank you to everyone who reads, reblogs, and replies on this story. I love everyone of you and it makes my day brighter knowing there are people enjoying this! So thank you thank you thank you! <3

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 7

Buggy woke up to a bucket beside his bed, a glass of water on the nightstand, and a note telling him you were in the kitchen. He was confused as to why you left him a note because he didn’t know why you were there at first. He had fuzzy memories from the previous night: going to the shop, walking back to the ship, a drink, a marriage proposal, sharing his bed-

Oh shit. He fell out of bed, horrified by how he acted towards you. That was the last thing he wanted and he scrambled to find some clothes to put on. He found his shirt from the previous night and threw it on, ignoring the stains and smell of beer coming off it. Maybe you were still on the ship and he could explain everything, unless you left and never wanted to see him again. That was entirely possible.

You were in the kitchen when he came crashing in, eating a banana as you looked at the photos he showed you last night. He froze when he saw them and you looked up with a smile.

“Good morning, Buggy.”

“Where did you get those?!”

“You showed them to me last night.” You chuckled before taking a sip of your tea. “After you asked me to marry you.”

His hand shot off to grab them but you were quicker, moving them out of his way. You then pointed to the floating hand.

“Also, can you explain this?” You asked. “Miss Pins mentioned something about Devil Fruits but I didn't get it. and last night your body… was a part for a moment and it was…interesting to see.”

How were you talking so casually about all this? It was like discussing the weather, you were asking if it was cloudy outside. Others would have been horrified, thinking he was some kind of freak for what his body could do, but you were just eating a banana as you waited for an answer.

“I… have Devil Fruit powers.” He mumbled as he sat himself in a chair across from you. “I ate the Chop Chop fruit, so my body can split apart.” He scratched his head and looked at you. “Well? Aren't you disgusted or scared of me now?”

“Am I supposed to be?” You frowned as you finished your banana. “It's not like you bleed everywhere when it happens, right? If anything it's probably useful. You took your bottle back from me last night when we were walking, which was, admittedly, a little weird, but I had already seen it before. Just after you laid down last night I realized I wanted to ask you.”

“So…you're not disgusted that my body does this?”

“Buggy, I don't find your body disgusting.” You assured him as you sipped your tea. “Okay?”

He blushed and looked away. “Really? Even my nose?”

“I think it's cute.” You smiled. 

“Sh-shut up! Don't lie to me!” He shot back as he glared at you. 

“I'm not, promise.” You assured him as you looked back at the photos. “You were so cute as a kid.”

Buggy sat back in his seat, still glaring at you as you set the pictures down and got up to pour him some tea. Did you really think his nose was cute or were you just saying that? So far you'd never been mean to him, only occasionally teasing him, but he still was wary when it came to his nose. 

When his tea was ready you brought the cup back to him and pushed the plate of fruit over to him. “I figured fruit would be a good post-birthday hangover meal. You need to hydrate.”

He crossed his arms and eyed the plate before looking back at you. “Why are you still here? I figured you would have left.”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” You told him as you picked up an apple and cut into it, separating it into slices. “You said stuff about me making you happy if I married you, and… I got worried.”

“I'm fine.” He grumbled as he looked down at his lap. “I was drunk, ignore what I was saying.”

You put the apple slices down on the plate before getting back up to find something with protein for him. He picked up one of the slices and shoved it in his mouth as he turned to watch you. He acted like a damn idiot last night but you stuck around to make sure he was okay. Did you want something from him or did you genuinely care about him? This wasn’t something he was used to or expected, so it was a little hard for him to understand. You found a jar of peanut butter in a cupboard and grabbed it.

“Here, have this.” You opened it, noting that it still seemed edible before finding a spoon to scoop some out for him onto the plate. He watched you suspiciously before he helped himself to the peanut butter. 

“You don't have to stay.” He said with his mouth full of food. “Your boss is gonna come looking for you.”

You shrugged as you sat back down in your chair. “I'll leave in a bit, but only if you walk me back.”

He glanced up at you with a frown, but you said nothing as you grabbed a towel and wiped his face for him. He grumbled and tried to pull away from you but you didn't let him, making sure his face was clean before you sat back down. He glared at you, face flushed as he finished his plate.

“Ignore everything I said last night.” He said again as he looked down at the plate. “I was drunk.”

“So you don't think I'm nice?” You asked with wide eyes, feigning surprise. “Or soft? You don't want to marry me then?”

“I-I do!” He said before slapping his hand over his mouth. You grinned at him and leaned back in your chair. He glared at you. “You're cruel.”

“I thought I was nice.” You teased as you sipped your tea. He crossed his arms and huffed in annoyance as you grinned at him. “Let's finish up, I need to head back. I have a customer returning today and I need to make sure he gets his order.”

He just grumbled as he drank his own tea. You got up and tidied up the kitchen, making sure to wash the dishes and dry them. He watched you as you moved about, enjoying how you already felt comfortable on the ship, that you seemed to know where everything was already in the kitchen. It was a sight he could get used to, he decided, but he didn't know if it was something you'd want.

“Let's head out, okay?” You said with a smile.

Buggy just nodded, but instead of leaving the ship you led him back to his room to put the pictures back while he pulled his boots back on. You found him a clean(er) shirt to wear and held it out to him, turning you back so he could change. He didn't know why, you obviously saw him shirtless (and he had a brief flashback to what he thought was going to happen last night and he momentarily died of embarrassment before straightening back up), but once he was ready he reached to put his bandana back on when you stopped him.

“Can you leave it down?” You asked, your own cheeks pink as you reached out to touch a lock of his hair. “It's um, just so pretty. I’d like to see it.”

He stared at you, wondering if you were teasing him again, but you weren't. A lock of his hair was entwined in your fingers as you ran your thumb over it, and when you realized what you were doing you let go and put your hands behind your back. 

“Sorry.” 

“No, it's…fine.” Buggy said as he tossed the bandana aside. He always put his hair up, finding it to be a nuisance as it got longer. His Devil Fruit made it difficult to get a haircut, it just reattached itself whenever he tried to cut it, so he gave up and let it get long. He didn't think it was a feature someone would care about, like his nose.

You smiled at him, he felt his face heating up and he looked away as he held his arm out to you. When you linked your arm with his he straightened up before he marched out of his room with you on his arm, thinking today would be a good day.

~

When he saw your customer he was horrified by how handsome he was. Dark hair, cheekbones, sharp, yellow eyes. And you were nice, helping your customer into his coat, explaining what you did with his request, and when you touched his shoulders Buggy couldn't help but feel jealous because you did that for him too, you always made sure his coat fit him, but it was obvious now that you did it for everyone. Buggy had no reason to feel special. 

When you finished up, your customer kissed your hand before leaving. Buggy was seething. You just shook your head before grabbing Buggy by the hand and leading him to the backroom.

“I have a present for you, Buggy.”

He tried to ignore Benji saying how cool that guy looked or Miss Pins commenting how that customer was so handsome because he knew they wouldn't think that way about him, so why would you? He said nothing as you let go of his hand and retrieved a small white box from a pile of other ones. He crossed his arms, glaring at his feet as you walked back over to him and held it out.

“Happy birthday.” You said, but he wouldn't take it from you. “Buggy?”

“You didn't know it was my birthday until last night.” He mumbled. “How do you have a gift for me already?”

You shrugged as you opened the box for him. He still wouldn't look at you. “I thought of it this morning. I did some hand stitching on this for a customer who never came back for it, but thankfully he prepaid for it.” You pulled out a square of silk, a light purple color, and held it out to him. He finally looked up, reaching out to touch it with his fingers carefully. “I thought it would look better on you than in some box.”

He hesitated and pulled his hand back. He didn't deserve a gift like this from you, especially considering on your own birthday he was an asshole to you. You said nothing as you rolled the fabric loosely before draping it over his neck. You pulled his hair out from under it before you looped it into a knot and tightened it just a bit. 

You smiled as you tugged on the front of it gently. “It looks good on you, Buggy.”

Buggy swallowed heavily and nodded. You were so close to him right then. His heart was pounding and his palms were sweaty. If he didn't do what he wanted to do right then he would regret it. You'd get romanced by someone else, some more handsome pirate, and he had to make it up to you for what he did on your birthday.

Without a word he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours, nose bumping and-

Honk!

Buggy froze and pulled back from you, a look of horror on his face at what just happened. You stared at him, but before he could bolt you grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him back, tilting your head just enough to avoid bumping his nose. He kept his arms at his sides, unsure where to put them. 

It felt like it went by too quickly when you pulled back from him, smiling brightly as you pecked him on the cheek.

“Is this a belated birthday gift, Buggy?” You teased as you let go of his shirt. He was red in the face but he grinned, shrugging his shoulders as he tried to be smooth.

“D’you want it to be?” He asked. You touched the silk around his neck and leaned into him, but he leaned back, expecting some kind of surface to support him, but instead he fell backwards and crashed onto the floor. 

You immediately knelt down and helped him sit up, checking him for injury. He seemed fine, just embarrassed, so you kissed him on the cheek.

“It could be, but I wouldn't say no to flowers.”

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy x you #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc #sunny x buggy #one piece #one piece oc #one piece fanfiction

[literallythegrabber]

TBP characters x somehow famous reader ? ( It's up to you how ) thank you for reading my request 👍

so I wasn't sure whether or not you wanted the cast or the characters themselves, so I just went with cast because it made more sense.

If you wanted characters I can redo it! 💗💗 (this looks way longer than it actually is btw)

Mason

he definitely stalks you

like not in a creepy way, he's just always on your social platforms, literally waiting for you to post.

he's totally your biggest fan, and will literally attempt to fight all of your haters.

Before your relationship, I feel like he was very nervous to talk to you.

Like if you two were ever at a screening together, or a fancy event back when TBP was popular, this man would legit stare you down from across the room. Then proceed to duck under a table if you catch him staring.

But during your relationship he would be way more relaxed and confident.

He would be chill about pda and taking you on dates in public, but your fanbase would be doing cartwheels, cause everybody ships yall.

Miguel

He's so obvious about his crush on you that it's hilarious.

If you seen those lives where he's just reading comments, then one mentions your name. He's gonna ramble on about you for the rest of the live.

WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT YOU, and his friends are tired of it tbh.

bro literally forgets he's famous too and turns into the ultimate fangirl.

But during your relationship he's so sweet.

Always wanting to hangout with you, taking you out in public almost every day.

If yall ever broke up, yalls fans would explode.

They be acting like yalls children with how lovey dovey yall are.

Brady

I feel like he'd try to hide it.

Like he's not in denial, but he don't want nobody knowing about his crush on you.

"conceal, don't let it feel" he's literally elsa.

He kinda keeps to himself around you, in public and all that.

He wouldn't want to overwhelm you, especially with how the media reacts when two popular human beings get together.

So you'd def have to approach him and ask for a date.

During your relationship, he would thaw the ice a bit.

You'd have to reassure him of your relationship a lot.

He just wants you to be comfortable. Lazy nights at home, introverted hangouts, cooking together.

Pretty chill.

Tristan

literally the opposite of brady.

IS YOUR BIGGEST FAN AND DOESN'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT.

He's definitely trying to rizz you up at a fancy event, and you're just like 😐

Like whispering random shit in your ear, trying to make you blush, posing with you at every opportunity.

Kinda annoying tbh

But if you give him a chance he'll tone it down. He'll start be more genuine and less flirty.

Taking you out to dinner, not wanting to take pictures with fangirls even though you scold him for being rude.

def starts arguments with you for fun. Starting light hearted arguments with you for fun.

this mf is still annoying.

but overall very cute.

Jacob

He's honestly pretty chill about you.

He just casually approaches you strikes up conversation.

In the middle of an interview? "These lights are bright, am I right y/n?" Talking with a fan? "Y/n, don't you have that same shirt?" Signing an autograph? "Do you think aliens are real?"

like shut up 😭

He really just enjoys talking to you, hearing your voice is the highlight of his day.

Yall would ease into a comfortable friendship before he ask you out.

From there on its late night ft calls, stealing each other's clothes, and going on casual excursions.

def the easiest to date.

Madeleine

She's so funny.

Either confesses right off the bat, or confirms you're hers after yall lock eyes.

kinda reminds me of that one audio, YOU ARE MINE, YOU ARE MINE.

Yall could be talking about pregnant hyenas, and she'll randomly be like, "I love you".

like girl what?

During your relationship she would be super cute.

Yall always out together. You can never catch her inside for more than 10 minutes.

Mason be feeling like a third wheel every time yall three are in the same room.

Yall just in the corner flirting and mason's just sitting there like 😐.

def your hype girl, yall always turning up.

srry, this was so long 💗💗

#the black phone #mason thames #finney blake #robin arellano #miguel mora #brady hepner #vance hopper #bruce yamada #gwen blake #billy showalter #the black phone x reader

[sheenastark22]

StarCourt Mall

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

Summary: Eddie got his paycheck and he wants to spoil his beautiful girl

Warnings: slight body image issues, swearing, sexual references

Request: Eddie and reader go shopping and she’s embarrassed to be buying plus size clothing in front of Eddie. but eddie doesn’t care and shows her how much he loves readers body and reader back at the trailer?

A/N I hope you enjoy it, also feedback is greatly appreciated. I’m going through still kind of a writers block. Idk what’s going on with me but I hope you like this.

You and Eddie have been dating since this past may, it’s now august and you’re getting ready to go into both of your senior year. Over the summer Eddie has been working at a local mechanic shop to get some extra money to help out his uncle and partly to spoil his girl. You’ve been telling Eddie how much you’d like to get some new clothes for senior year and your family is poor too so it wouldn’t really be possible for you to get what you want, especially since you were plus size so finding affordable clothes were hard enough. Eddie hadn’t told you but he’s been saving up to take you shopping himself. You love getting all dolled up and looking cute and he loves watching you so of course he took it upon himself to help you.

(At Eddie’s trailer)

“Ughhh I’m so tired of switching up the same five outfits Eds” you say as you’re looking in the mirror getting ready for your day with Eddie. It was Saturday which is your and Eddie’s day. “I know sweetheart but you do look great. I love how those Jean shorts make your ass look” he says with that smirk of his as he comes up and hugs you from behind and kisses the top of your head and admires you in the mirror. “We’ll you’re in an awful giddy mood today Munson”

“What gave me away?”

“Probably the fact that you’re willingly awake before noon and I know you’re planning something because last night after hellfire Dustin told me that you have a surprise for me today”

“That little shit, I told him to keep his mouth shut, but yes I do have a surprise for my girl today. We’re going shopping so you have the best style of any girl at Hawkins” Eddie says very proud of himself

“But Eddie i don’t have any money right now”

“Maybe not, but I do. I’ve been saving up just for you” he presses a kiss to your lips

You felt your heart drop to your stomach as you heard those words. You appreciated him doing that but you’ve never been shopping with Eddie and it’s embarrassing enough going with your mom when things don’t fit right, but now you’ve got to do that with your boyfriend. “Eddie are you sure?” You ask just to make sure you heard him right. “Sure am” he says. Well I guess we’re doing this , you thought to yourself. You and Eddie get in his van and drive to StarCourt mall. The first store when you walk in is (your favorite store) and Eddie knew it was your favorite so he drags you in. The associate looks you both up and down and she scoffs at you “The young men’s section is over there” she says with a smile to Eddie. “Actually we’re here for her today” Eddie says. You would’ve thought you asked the woman to do a backflip. “Oh I’m sorry, the young women’s is this way” she says with a fake smile “not that anything will fit” she mumbled to herself thinking that no one heard her but Eddie did, “what was that?” He said letting her know she got caught. “Oh nothing sir”

“Yea that’s what I thought” Eddie said with a protective tone in his voice. You all got to the clothing section. There were all kinds of cute clothes. Eddie was also helping you find some things to try on, you quickly realized their biggest size was an xxl which you could fit if it was the right material but could still be tight at times depending on the brand and make. “What about one of these” Eddie held up two different color mini skirts that he knew you would love. “Those are great Eddie”

“What size do you need?”

“Ummmanxxl” you mumble not wanting anyone to hear you

“What?”

You give him a look letting him know you don’t want to yell it. “An xxl I guess”

“Ok let’s go try these on, yea?”

You didn’t really see anything else that you thought would fit but you didn’t say anything to Eddie because you knew he was just trying to give you an amazing day. You go into the fitting room by yourself and try on the skirts while Eddie was waiting patiently but they weren’t fitting no matter what you tried. You broke down not wanting Eddie to know but of course Eddie heard you crying. He knocked on the door so you let him in.

“Hey what’s wrong sweetheart?”

“They don’t fit, nothing here fits. I’m really sorry Eddie I know you want to buy my cute clothes and stuff but I’m too fat and ugly anyway”

He looked at you with almost a hurt look in his eyes. “First of all, I never want to hear you talk about the love of my life that way. Secondly I don’t care if you’re fat or not, you’re beautiful. In fact I love your curves. Third of all fuck this place for having shitty sizing and not having the right size for you, that is ridiculous on their end… not yours princess. If you don’t feel like shopping today, we can go home and watch a movie or something”

“I just know you were really looking forward to this”

“ I was but we’ll go somewhere else on another day that actually has good clothing and not this shithole”

You all got back to Eddie’s trailer and you put in your favorite movie while Eddie made Mac and cheese and once he finished it, he came to the couch and cuddled you and offered you some.

“I don’t think I need any but thanks Eds”

“But you love my Mac and cheese, I made it just for you” he gave you his puppy dog eyes but he could tell by examining yours that something was wrong. “Does this have something to do with that stupid store”

“I don’t know, it’s just, I feel like you deserve someone skinny and someone you can easily buy clothes and share clothes with.I hate to be a burden. It’s so embarrassing Eddie. Going into a store and nothing fits maybe it’s time I really start losing weight.”

“Baby, listen to me”, he looks you dead in the eyes inches away from your face, “you are the most fucking beautiful girl I have and ever will see. You have no flaws, you’re sweet , funny, and you put up with me. Fuck that store. I live every part about you. Even the parts you hate the most.” He takes your hand and guides you to the mirror from earlier that day. “Take your shirt off” you laugh at him but he’s being dead serious. “Eddie, really? Right now?” He nods at you so you take it off. “Now look in the mirror, you see that tummy, gorgeous. Those stretch-marks, straight from the gods. It’s like you are Aphrodite herself. Those thighs are like heaven when you ride my face. Everything about you is perfect my love” me begins to snake his arms around you placing kisses down your neck then in between your breasts, down to your thighs. With each kiss he says something he likes about each part. When he gets to your stomach he kisses each stretch mark telling you how gorgeous they are. When Eddie looks up your crying but in a good way this time.

“You are truly divine y/n, how did I get to be such a lucky man?” He pulls you into a hug and grabs your ass (another one of his favorite parts) and you put on his oversized hellfire shirt that fits you just perfect and your in your panties and you all go back to his room and he plays you the song he wrote for you on his guitar.

#eddie munson x plus size reader #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things #plus size reader #celebrities #fandom ships #comics #eddie munson x chubby reader

[weirdmorefics]

Dear creator of amazing fiction,

I wish to make a request where we a non binary reader who is mute interact with the Bridgerton siblings where they always have paper and a quil on hand for reader. The reader gets distracted by bunnies when on a outing through town the reader gets lost in town and almost gets kidnapped but the older siblings save them before any real damage could be done. Manly fluff with sibling comfort.

Sincerest thanks to the creator of fiction

Have a lovely day :3

A/N- Thank you for this request it made me super happy. I can't believe people think I make amazing fanfiction. Teachers always thought I was a terrible writer. I never thought there would be a day anyone liked my writing so it really means a lot to me!

How Could They Resist

x Bridgerton!Sibling

Warnings- Almost Kidnapping

Pronouns- They/Them

Word Count- 917

Summary- You are the youngest Bridgerton and are mute. One morning the family is promenading and you can’t help but get distracted by a bunny hidden in a bush and get lost until your big brother Anthony comes to the rescue.

“Mama please you must let me visit Penelope! It is urgent,” Eloise begs Mama.

“If this is about Lady Whistledown I have heard enough!” Mama says in her stern voice. “You have to be here to support your sister”

“Yes. Yes. The diamond of the season,” Eloise bickers with Mama as usual.

Benedict laughs at the usual show while Gregory is teasing Hyacinth about something. My eyes start to drift away from our family to a rustling in the bushes a small ways away from our path. I step a little closer to the bush and see white fluffy ears peek out of the bush. They were so fluffy I thought I may die! I have to see the rest of that bunny now! I waddle away from my family towards the bush and stick my head in. Not only was there one bunny it was a whole family with so many babies. I could not believe it they were just to cute! I think I may cry! I quickly turn around to show my family but they were gone.

I run to where my family was and look around but I don’t see them anywhere. Nervous tears prick my eyes I’m not sure what to do it’s not like I can scream for help or anything. I rub my eyes to get blur from tears to go away and I take a deep breath. I wipe my hands on my clothes I can do this I can find my family on my own. I will brave like Benedict, responsible like Anthony, and strong like Eloise. I can definitely do this!

I follow the path we were walking so maybe I could catch up to them. I followed the path all the way into town and still did not see them. How on earth did they walk so fast! It’s not fair my legs are to tiny! Now that I think about what if they took the carriage! I am going to be lost forever. Tears start to prick my eyes again. 

A tall man approaches me “Hey there little kid why are you all by your lonesome?”

I stare at the man his tone is strange and I don’t like the way he is looking at me. I go to back away from him and bump into someone else. I quickly turn around to face the person and it’s another stranger.

He looks upset with the other guy “Don’t talk to them just grab the kid and go.”

My eyes widen at that statement I try to look for an exit but both of the men are blocking me from running. I feel like my heart is going to bust out of my chest. At least I got to see those cute bunnies before I get kidnapped. One the guys grabs my arm and I shut my eyes as tight as I can. The arm is quickly ripped from my arm but I don’t dare to look. 

“Excuse me gentleman what are you doing picking on a small child?” My eyes open instantly because I recognized the voice, it’s Anthony!

The men stumble over their words and one defends themselves “Their my younger sibling! We tease each other all the time they are such a brat.” 

“Oh that is very strange because that's actually my sibling,” Anthony grabs the man by his shirt. I have never seen Anthony this angry I swear his face is turning red. “Now that is something really peculiar to lie about. Isn’t it BENEDICT! “ He shouts Benedict's name and Benedict, Colin, and Simon appear.

Benedict makes a fist and pounds it into his own hand. Next thing I know one of the guys is fleeing but the other one is still stuck in Anthony’s grasp and he looks petrified. “Please let me go she looked lost I was trying to help,” he blubbers.

“Yes, and that’s why your friend ran away like a scared little cat,” Simon announces from behind Anthony.

“I’m I’m sorry please just let me go!” He begs to my brother.

“hmm, like you were going to let my sister go?” Anthony says tilting his head.

“I’ll never do it again,” he whimpers.

“Oh so this is a hobby of yours?” Benedict chimes in.

The guy frantically waves his hands in denial and Anthony drops him to the ground and kicks him in the gut. “You are lucky my siblings are here or else I would have killed you. I think Lady Whistledown ruining your life will be enough though no chance of your filth procreating.” He snaps and spits on the man clutching his stomach.

Anthony picks me up “Now let’s get you home Y/N you gave us one hell of fright.Don’t ever run off like that again.” He says the last part sternly but kisses the top of my head

I pull my paper scraps out that I had and use my quil to draw a quick picture of a bunny.

“Oh that’s why ran off to see bunnies? They are not my favorite animal big rats they are. Horses on the other hand.” Anthony shakes his head

Benedict shakes his head “You are so wrong! Bunnies are adorable and make great drawing subjects. How could anyone resist bunnies!”

I nod my head vigorously in agreement and smile. I am really glad my family found me they are the best protectors you could ask for or not ask for in Daphne’s case. I love them! 

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Nathan Explosion x bio male reader (he/him)

I’d like something spicy but please keep it within your comfort zone !!

(if you don’t feel like doing something spicy you could do some like little cute thing)

thaaanks :3

Nathan/Bio!Male Reader

babes i am so sorry if this isn’t the greatest, tbh i haven’t written a lot of spicy content so just be warned !!

this is my favorite request so far omg thank you sm what

warnings: spicy, suggestive, basically smut, no sex

Tonight was like any other, you alone in bed, while Nathan was in his room. You started liking Nathan after a few months of working for Dethklok. You of course would never say anything, he’s too ‘brutal’ for emotions. Or so you thought.

You were kind of Charles assistant. Your job essentially was to make sure the band didn’t do anything too dumb. To watch over them when he wasn’t there. You liked to think you’d done a pretty good job over the few years you’ve been here.

You liked to. The boys did not make it easy. Sometimes you thought you didn’t do enough for the band. Whenever they put themselves in danger you started doubting yourself, but Nathan was always there to reassure you. He would tell you that you’re doing a good job, that you were a perfect fit for this band.

That’s when you started falling for him. He would stay up late with you, when he was done fucking groupies and they all passed out. You were always still awake for some reason, you had a hard time sleeping. He knew this. So when he was done having his fun, he would typically walk over to your room and find you awake, at your desk, usually on your laptop.

Sometimes you looked at news articles of yourself, calling you gay, wrong for the band, saying you did nothing to protect the boys, and of course much worse. Sometimes you would watch YouTube videos of the past bands the boys had been in. Other times you were just watching a stupid show to calm your brain down.

This time you were looking at news articles. You sighed and scrolled through all the hateful words, taking them to heart even though you knew you shouldn’t. You had tears in your eyes and you cursed yourself for them. You walked over to your bed, laptop in hand, and lazily scrolled.

That’s when he showed up again. When he was done having his fun. Or so you thought. He slowly opened the door after knocking a couple times, knowing it was usually okay to just walk in. He looked over at your desk and then your bed, sighing when he saw you looking at the news articles.

You quickly shut your laptop and sat up. He didn’t usually come around this early..and he’s still in his clothes, but he wreaked of booze and weed. He walked over to your bed and sat down. You stared at each other for a moment before speaking.

“Listen- I know I told you I wouldn’t, but I had to. Or at least I felt like I had to-“

“Y/N.”

“You know I honestly don’t know how you guys do this, how you don’t let stupid news articles get to your head-“

“Y/N.”

“It’s funny because you never think you’ll take it to heart, you think you’ll just laugh it off, and never think about it again-“

“Y/N!”

“-Huh? Oh- Yeah? Sorry. What’s up?”, your face flushed a light pink, embarrassed. You sat up straighter and looked him in the eyes.

“Don’t listen to those dildos. They don’t know what they’re talking about. They’re dumb fucks who literally lie for popularity and fame or whatever. We think you do a great job and that’s all that really matters, right?”, he smiled a little and you smiled widely back. You hugged him hesitantly and he hugged you in return.

“Thank you, Nathan. You always know what to say to make me feel better. Even if your trashed.”, you didn’t want to stop hugging him, you let it go on for longer than you usually would, and he did too.

“Wanna smoke some weed? Maybe It’ll help you calm down and sleep.”, he suggested. Normally you would say no, out of keeping a clear head, but tonight you said yes.

He broke the hug to get a joint from his pocket, and he took your hand, leading you to the patio. He took his lighter and lit it, taking a few hits before passing it to you. It had been a while since you smoked, you typically only did it when the boys were on vacation and didn’t need you.

You took a few smaller hits, and almost coughed a lung out. You had to pass it to Nathan and hold onto the railing for a couple seconds while you caught your breathe. You laughed as Nathan took a huge hit, passing it back to you.

You took a couple hits and passed it to him, he would take a huge hit and pass it back. This was the cycle until you both reached the end of the joint. You were pretty blazed and so was he, but he had also been smoking beforehand.

After it was finished you both went inside, making small talk until you reached your bed again, both of you laying down on it, giggling.

“You know- I almost didn’t take this job.”, you started, and he stared at you with wide eyes. You continued, “I was so worried I wouldn’t be good enough, or that I wasn’t ready to take on the responsibilities of taking care of my favorite band. I actually almost quit after a few months. But I decided to stay.”, you giggled thinking about it. “I’m glad I did, I wouldn’t have met you otherwise. The real you.”, you smiled at him.

He was stunned, looking at you with those wide eyes. “No way. You may be a complete dildo sometimes..but you’re our family or whatever now..You do a better job than most of the idiots that would’ve taken it. I’m ..”, he thought for a second, grimacing at what he was about to say, “I’m glad you’re here..or whatever. I’m glad you took the job.. You’re fun to be around .. and you like..make us smile I guess.”, he struggled to say.

Your eyes were tearing up again and you smiled. You knew it was hard for him to say that. You got on his lap and hugged him again and he groaned, hugging you back. “You’re sweet, Nathan. You’ve always been my favorite. Don’t tell the others though, you know how they’d get..”

This time he didn’t let go, maybe it was the weed and the booze. He put his face in your neck and sighed. He sounded..happy? You smiled and held him closer to you. “You know, Nathan, I had a huge crush on you for a really long time..”, you admitted in your hazed state.

He loosened his grip to pull back and look at you in the eyes, “Are you serious?”, he said with his infamous serious face. Your eyes widened a bit at your confession and you panicked inside, squirming a bit to get off him, but he kept you on his lap, awaiting your response.

“U-Uhm- yeah- I did- a-and I know that’s gay- so super gay - but-“, he cut you off by pressing a finger over your mouth, tears filling your eyes. He looked like he was thinking of what to do. You were fucked. You just fucked up your entire relationship and career. You were crying silently at this point. He wiped your tears and sighed. “Don’t cry.”, he said sternly, but you couldn’t help it. “I-I’m sorry- Please forget I said anything - just -“, he cut you off by kissing you this time.

You were shocked, your eyes widened. You kissed him back immediately. He put his hands on your waist and yours went around his neck. You had stopped crying and instead you were smiling.

Nathan put one hand on your ass and squeezed it, causing you to squeak into his mouth. You could feel him smirk against your lips. You raised one hand to the back of his head, lightly pulling on his hair as you started to grind against him in retaliation. He broke off for a moment, groaning, and then pulling you in again to kiss you sloppily.

You could feel yourself getting harder, just as you could feel him through his jeans. He was shifting a little in discomfort, the fabric becoming uncomfortably tight. You raised yourself and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his knees, not breaking the kiss for a moment.

You kept his boxers on, you didn’t want to go too far tonight. Keeping your own pajama shorts on as well. You resumed grinding against him, his hands tightening against your waist and pulling you down, his hips thrusting up to meet you. Your lips moved from his to his neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks.

Normally he would hate a groupie leaving any sort of hickies or marks on him that couldn’t be hidden, but he didn’t seem to mind when you did it. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. So much so that after a few minutes he decided to return the favor. You had to stop and moan because he knew exactly where to bite somehow. Your grip tightened on his hair, your grinding speeding up.

He made sure to leave as many as he could on your neck, making it obvious that you belonged to him and him only. Your grinding became sloppier and more desperate, feeling the build up in your stomach. He recognized this and put a hand on your appendage, stopping your movement, he brought his own to his hand, and began jerking the two of you off. His hands were huge and rough, he could easily fit both of them in one hand.

Your hand on his shoulder tightened more than before, and you kissed him. He kissed back frantically, feeling his peak close by. You were both sloppy and reckless. You gripped his hair harder and he gripped you both harder in exchange. You felt his sex next to yours, throbbing and his hand gripped tighter, speeding up.

Even through the fabric, the friction was almost too much. Almost. He groaned and looked into your eyes, you looked back into his. And at that moment you felt yourself burst, him cumming moments after. You moaned loudly into his mouth, a string of curse words and his name. You shook on his lap, even as his hand tried to stabilize you. He moaned your name into the room, not caring who heard.

After a few more strokes he let go. Breathing heavily. You practically collapsed on him, almost unable to move. He moved his hands to wrap around you, holding you close to him. You did the same as you caught your breathe.

You chuckled and looked up at him. “So- I guess I’m not the only gay one, huh?”, you smiled, happy to not be alone, and happy that the person you loved, loved you back. He grimaced and chuckled along with you.

“I guess so.”, he smirked softly and his grip on you tightened. “Just..promise you won’t quit? Ever? Or at least..be like..my boyfriend, or something..”, he looked away embarrassed and nervous, even if he knew you would most likely say yes, he still worried you would say no.

“Of course I will. You don’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll be more than happy to be your boyfriend, Nathan. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that.”, you confessed and hugged him tight, tears filling your eyes once more, but this time happily.

He kissed you and you kissed him back. You couldn’t believe this was happening. He broke the kiss and looked down at the both of your crotches. His jeans on the ground, having slipped off while all of that was happening.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”, he picked you up in his big arms, carrying you over to your bathroom, helping you undress and undressing himself, turning on warm water and taking a shower with you.

Let’s just say you ended up sleeping great that night.

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extra:

The rest of the band were in the hot tub, watching some stupid show when they saw Nathan walking over to your room. They didn’t think much of it since he did it almost every night.

That was until they heard moaning coming from your room. You weren’t quiet. Something they would tell Nathan later.

“Holy schit!! thatsth stho gay!! They’re gay!!”, William exclaimed as he began to get out, but Pickles shoved him back into the water. “Shut up and leave ‘em alone! God knows they both needed this. You see the way Nathan talks about ‘em!”

“Ja Moiderface, maybes he’ll shuts up nows.”, Skwisgaar said as he played his guitar. Toki just nodding and agreeing with what everyone else is saying. He was just happy that you and Nathan were finally doing something about your feelings.

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i’m so sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted, i’m a bit rusty in the spicy compartment!! as always let me know if you need anything else!

-Mooshi

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[jazzraft]

32, nyxnoct >:3 ♡

this and two other prompts have been sitting in my mailbox since march of last year, and I am so sorry about that! I know you won't mind that I deviated a bit here for the sake of general nyx propaganda. there's still hints of nyxnoct because I'm me, but I threw nods towards every other major nyx ship I could remember into this as well.

vote for nyx in this round of the most fuckable ff man! or just enjoy this silly nonsense as I continue to drag my ass out of my worst writer's block ever

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“This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Nothing done for charity is ever dumb.”

Nyx rolled his eyes in response, trying so hard not to laugh at the prince’s pouting puffed cheeks. Noctis did not find it funny. Building barns for therapy chocobos was not a crusade he undertook lightly, and quite frankly? He knew his people. He knew that, if fluffy yellow chicks and dewy-eyed war veterans weren’t going to attract donations, than sex sure as hell would.

“I thought you were above this kind of exploitation, Your Highness,” Nyx said mildly, allowing himself to be pushed along.

“I’m not above anything for a good cause,” Noctis wheezed, leaning his weight into Nyx’s back as he all but shoved him in front of the cameras. “Those chocobos need houses and the veterans need rehab, so shut up and take off your shirt!”

“But you’ve already got volunteers!”

The whole tenth floor of the Citadel had been invaded by ring lights and photographers and drop sheets and clothes racks. Men and women from all of the Crown’s departments were shuffling about with half their clothes on, posing in front of cameras with a variety of different props. One man was drenched in way too much tanning oil, slipping into frame and trying for a smile that was too white on his orange face.

“Look at what I have to work with,” Noctis mumbled.

“He’s not so bad,” Nyx reasoned, appraising the man’s trim waist and broad chest.

“He’s greasy. And I don’t like his face. His eyes are small.”

“Wow, this calendar sure sounds judgmental.”

“This isn’t about him. This is about you, being a soldier, and therefore relatable, and also hot.” Noctis heaved the deliberately uncooperative glaive in front of an unoccupied drop sheet, punctuating every other word with the effort it took to get him in position. “Just think of your former brothers in arms,” Noctis said, gasping for breath. “Think of how their mental health could be significantly improved with some relaxing therapy riding.”

Nyx smirked, preparing an affected mockery for all of this being “in poor taste,” but Noctis stopped him before he could, planting his hands on either side of Nyx’s face.

“Yes, that. Hold that face while I find Prompto.”

“What face?” Nyx laughed, bemused.

“Don’t play coy… No, wait, do play coy! Do what you’re doing!”

Noctis could never really tell if Nyx was oblivious to his own sex appeal, or he knew damn well. Sometimes, he’d look at him with those innocent blue eyes and Noctis would think, “Oh, how cute, he has no idea.” Then, other times he’d pull that smirk, that devious little quirk of the lips that dimpled his cheek, softening the sturdy, scruffy line of his jaw. His eyes all of a sudden turned sharp, lids hooding and darkening the irises a stormy gray. The sly glint to them skewered Noctis in place, both terrified and attracted to the dangerous potential of that smirk.

Mercifully, the hallway doors banging open snapped him out of it. Unmercifully, it was Cor.

“Noct!” he thundered, zeroing in on the prince like a targeting missile. “When I said it was a no to the Crownsguard, a no to the Kingsglaive was also implied.”

“They are not the same things,” Noctis insisted. “You get to order one around, not the other. Drautos is cool with it.”

“Titus Drautos said yes to you pimping out the Kingsglaive for charity,” Cor said, dryly, not a question, pointedly not looking at Crowe Altius in a leather catsuit revving a fake motorcycle across the room.

“He encouraged me to use the Glaive’s greatest ass for good.”

“Asset.”

“So you agree!”

Cor sighed, witheringly, palm flat against his face. Why did reasoning with the Crown Prince always fall to him? Why did the word “reason” have absolutely no definition to the Caelum line of kings? He found out about this ridiculous affront to altruism through Regis when pressed on the prince’s schedule for the day.

“Oh, he’s just doing a sexy photoshoot for charity,” the King said over his morning tea, as flippantly as a comment on the weather. “I hear it’s going to be very tasteful.”

“Noct,” Cor said, presently. “It’s one thing to waste the Crownsguard’s resources, it’s another for you to – Ulric, put your clothes back on!”

Nyx blinked over at him, confused by the outrage, shirt halfway up his torso. He smiled, teeth peering from beneath his lips in a wolfish grin.

“What? If the Crownsguard thinks they’re above getting down and dirty to save a few innocent chocobos…”

“That’s not what I think.”

“And yet, I don’t see you stripping, Marshal.”

Nyx pulled off his shirt and Crowe whistled from across the room, “Yeah! Take it off!”

Cor wished this entire level of the Citadel would implode underneath him and take everyone else down with the rubble. Nyx rolled his neck, wheeled out his arm, and the whole room warmed up by ten degrees.

Miles of ochre flesh stretched before them, sun-bronzed and sculpted. A youth spent scaling canyons had honed those rippling abs, flexing casually with every breath. Straight shoulders, levied by decades of standing at attention, framed the wide planes of Nyx’s chest, no less devastating for the spidery scar bursting like bolts of lightning across his sternum. The thin line of ink around his arm strained as he worked his muscles awake – as if he were going into battle. Divots formed in his firm biceps as he moved, the ridges of his collarbone pulling out and in under taut golden skin.

“So, do I just stand here or…?”

Cor thwacked Noctis upside the head to knock him out of staring – as if he wasn’t doing the same. The Crown Prince sputtered something incoherent, then scuttled away to find Prompto. Of course Noct’s little blond cohort was roped into directing this nonsense. At least he had the good sense to look cowed once he was dragged in front of Cor.

“Oh, h-hey, Marshal!” Prompto greeted, sheepishly. “Don’t suppose you’re here to contribute.”

“I expected better from you.”

“Ignore him,” Noctis insisted upon seeing Prompto’s eyes go wide and watery. “Remember the chocobos. Nyx, sit on this!”

Noctis dragged an ornate divan into frame, his tiny body surprisingly strong when he was motivated. Nyx obliged the Crown Prince’s frenetic orders with that same roguish smirk, bouncing onto the plush blue cushions. Noctis scurried out of the way and gestured for Prompto to do his thing.

“Right, so, just relax,” Prompto told Nyx, fiddling with the camera set-up. “Lean your arm against there… okay, put your legs like… yeah, like that… Now, just look off to the side a little… Yeah, perfect!”

Prompto went on like that for a couple minutes, Nyx obediently following his lead. He sprawled across the divan like an ancient war general, casually awaiting news from the front or effortlessly issuing commands before he’d donned his armor for the day. He shuffled through a few expressions towards the invisible compatriot he was meant to be acting against.

Prompto would tell him to narrow his eyes as if he were displeased, his dark brows withering his whole demeanor with the barest crease of pretended annoyance. He’d ask him to run his fingers through his braids and open his mouth to yawn, as if the whole affair bored him - and the state of his undress was of no concern before his imaginary council. Nyx would lean his chin in his palm and wink at the camera sometimes, unprompted, and on reflex, Prompto would hit the shutter to capture the brazen flirtation.

“What else can I do for you?” Nyx eventually asked, after Prompto’s instructions had run as dry as his throat. “Any other way you want me?”

“U-Um… I don’t know,” he spluttered, rifling through the set of pictures so he didn’t have to make eye contact with the subject – instead just starting at the replication of his bare chest on film. “I think that’s enough, right guys?”

“What? Oh, sure,” Noctis said vacantly. (Cor remained mum.)

“It’s missing some spice,” said Ignis, startling all of them.

“How long have you been here?” Prompto squeaked in alarm.

“You asked me to be here. I’ve been catering all morning,” Ignis reminded him, dismissively – evidently it hadn’t been the first time. He glanced up at Nyx. “Try adding something that’s unique to you.”

“It sounds as if my presence bores you, Scientia,” Nyx laughed, wounded.

“Hardly,” Ignis said, and if Noctis didn’t know him better he would have missed the compliment hidden in that single, dry word. “What sets you apart from all the other glaives in attendance?”

Crowe was mussing up her long, brown tresses for the motorcycle shoot; Tredd was in a bath towel, face doused in shaving cream as he ponderously pretended to swipe it off with a razor; and Libertus was lifting a few of the volunteers’ kids off the floor by his biceps.

“I don’t know. I can do magic tricks?” Nyx offered, calling up a burst of flame to his palm.

The fire gave his skin a coppery glow, dancing shadows accentuating the even lines of his abdomen. The light deepened the links of muscle that built his chest and brightened the subtle tattoos marked upon them. It burned his silvery blue eyes into hammered steel, which shifted around the gathered audience expectantly.

“That’ll do,” Ignis said, matter-of-factly, adjusting his glasses as he nudged Prompto into action.

From the next setting over, a shirtless Gladio snorted, “Show off,” as his artfully damp abs shined under the overhead lights. (“Eyes here, please,” his photographer advised, to which he quickly jerked back to attention.)

A few months later, all the way across the Cygillian Sea, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret received a parcel with Noctis’ diligent dog-based correspondence. She loved hearing about his passion projects, praying that one day she may contribute to them herself.

“What’s he up to this time, eh, Pryna?” she murmured, idly scratching the messenger behind the ears as she reviewed Noct’s notes.

He had provided a small, desktop copy of a calendar he’d organized for his chocobo charity, which he had only just been planning the last time he’d written. She laughed now, as he warned her of its contents – as if she were so naïve to human anatomy, given her doctoral discipline. Lucians she’d never met posed in scanty costumes across a variety of different scenes, smoldering out of the calendar in the name of veterans across the country.

She was particularly drawn to the August spread, where a mohawked stranger in leather pants and nothing else reclined upon a gothic divan, holding fire in his hand. He stared beyond the page with lowered eyelids, face pressed into his palm, one tattooed finger lining his temple in an affectation of profound thought. Given the dark dive of his smile and the knowing mischief in his eyes, what he could be thinking of left little to the imagination.

She was just about to start in on her response – warring with herself if she should ask after any models in particular – when from over her shoulder, a slithering voice inquired, “My, my, who is this handsome stranger?”

Ardyn Izunia leered unabashedly at the provocative photograph, which Luna smacked him in the face with as she screeched, “Get out of my room!”

The charity campaign was a huge success.

#nyx ulric #kingsglaive #final fantasy xv #ffxv #final fantasy 15 #noctis lucis caelum #cor leonis #prompto argentum #lunafreya nox fleuret #myfic

[whats-wild-to-you]

ok id like to ask for one where the reader is insecure about her thighs being bigger so she has the habit of covering them or moving away when he tries to touch them

then he notices and is all cute and shit and reassures her

then adding in a ”plus… more of u to love while i f--k u“

smut is not needed but greatly appreciated

this ask is so long LOL sorry if its really specific

thank u if u choose to write it (:

why do I feel like Jay might be having a thicc thigh kink? 😏

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"Hey babe, wanna go shopping together?"

Whenever Jay sounded this excited about something, I knew I didn't stand a chance. Resistance was futile, so I nodded and we went on our way.

Strangely, Jay was dragging me towards the women's section of the department store, while I was trying to steer him towards the men's section.

"Wow, look! Isn't this a nice dress?" He asked, holding up a yellow dress that was definitely much too short for my liking.

"When did you start cross-dressing?" I joked in hopes of confusing him.

He ignored my comment and held the hanger in front of me. When I made a disgusted face, he quickly put it down.

"You're right. That's not your color! What about something like this then?" He said more to himself, holding up a pastel green babydoll.

"Not exactly your style, but I bet you can make it work!"

"Be serious for a second!"

"I am! I thought you wanted me to come with you for advice! Had I known you'd be dragging me to the women's section, I would've stayed at home!"

Furious, I stomped off, remembering we had passed by an ice cream place on our way here.

Summer was my personal hell. Not because I couldn't stand the heat, or because I was constantly sweating. No, it was because of my body. My thighs to be more precise.

While everyone told me they were fine, I was always hellbent on hiding them. It worked out better in the colder months, but in the summer I was suffering because of the maxi dresses and long pants I made myself wear.

'Who the eff cares about if your thighs are a little thick?', my best friend would say. 'Nobody's perfect!'

But the thing was, Jay damn near was. How he decided to ask me out on a date when he was surrounded by much prettier girls, would forever remain a mystery to me. But he did. He chose me, and after a while I learned to overlook the nasty, jealous looks I got from those girls. Those with the perfect bodies, not an once of excess fat and thigh gaps. I long suspected that Jay knew about my insecurities, especially since I never let him touch my thighs when we were getting frisky. Anything below my waist was off-limits for his hands.

"Here you are! I've been looking for you!"

"Please! Where else would I be?" There was sarcasm in my voice and Jay sighed before he grabbed my hand and dragged me out and onto the parking lot.

"Where are we going? You didn't buy anything!" Suddenly I felt bad that my immature, insecure self ruined Jay's shopping trip.

"I don't need anything. I wanted to get you something though."

"What? One of those outfits? The only thing you could've gotten me in there were their giant plastic bags."

Jay knew not to cut in when I was going on and on in one of my many self-descructive rants. All he did was place his right hand on my thigh, as he steered through traffic with his left.

Damn, he looked hot doing it! How the hell am I dating that guy? I immediately stopped mid-sentence.

"I think you would look incredible in those outfits! I want to buy them for you! In fact, I'll come back here tomorrow and I will."

"I doubt I'd be wearing such clothes, you know m-"

He squeezed my thigh lightly, which made me shut up once again.

"You're beautiful, your body is perfect. I love every inch of it!"

"Well, I don't."

"You should. I actually had planned the whole afternoon, but I think right now what I need to do is take you back home and up your bedroom, so I can show you what I mean!"

I rolled my eyes at him, but giggled nonetheless. "I mean, you could try!"

#jay park #more soju please #park jaybum #park jaebum #park jaebeom #ask request #anon request