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cheeseceli · 3 months

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When their S/o is taller than them

Pairing: skz!Ot8 × Gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reaction

Request: what either skz or bts would be like with a tall s/o? (5’8”) and while I’m here I just want to say I really love your writing and I look forward to reading your fics <3

Warnings: one kill joke in lee know's, not proofread at all, I think that's it.

A/n: thank you so much for the lovely words 🤍 as a (kinda) tall girl I love to think about this lmao. BTS version here !

Bang Chan

Hugs all the time. He just LOVES how your hugs seem to be different (and better) than anyone else's. Maybe it's because of your height or for the simple fact that you are you but he adores how warm and safe he feels in your arms. His favourite hugs from you are the ones that you either back hug him when he's distracted and put your chin on his shoulder OR when you hug him normally but add a kiss to the crown of his head. He falls more and more in love with you after every hug.

Lee Know

You know he's never gonna admit this but he loves the height difference. Your teasing gets 200% more efficient just because of it (but he'll kill anyone who points out how his ears are getting a little too red). When you guys were just friends but he already had a crush on you, he'd get truly flustered if you got closer than usual, like you were towering him - and he still does, he just likes to pretend he doesn't tbh lmao.

Changbin

We all agreed that this man would have and love and support a taller s/o to the extreme. He's like your personal cheerleader, always making sure to let you know that you are BEAUTIFUL and he loves every single detail about you - your height included. The first to tell people to shut up if someone ever comments on the height difference with a rude tone. Like, he will NOT accept someone trying to say shit about your relationship, especially when it's something he loves so much.

Hyunjin

It doesn't matter if you're one centimeter taller or a whole ruler taller, he's in love and he thinks that your height makes you look ethereal even. If you're up to it, he'll definitely buy you high heels and encourage you to wear them on any occasion that's possible. Finds it kinda fun how he has to tilt his head up in order to kiss you and always ends up giggling over this, even after years of doing it. He's just that enamoured, can you blame him?

Han

Oh he's enjoying this a bit too much. Feel free to reach all the tall shelves for him and open every can/jar. He has the babygirl reputation for a reason lmao. Jokes aside, I think he'd really enjoy a taller s/o, no matter what your height is. Has literally no patience to outsiders "teasing" and making rude comments about this dynamic, he'll quickly shut them up. (Also, get prepared to lift him up if you're strong enough like that video of him with lee know because when I said he's enjoying this I meant it😭)

Felix

HE LOVES IT. You can't tell me that he doesn't get all flustered and giddy over the height difference, I won't believe you if you do. One thing that I believe he'd love to do would take mirror pics with you. Like, the way that you can see that you're taller in the picture just makes him smile for some reason (he's whipped). His phone's wallpaper is most definitely a picture of you two like that. I also believe that he thinks it's cute the way he has to tiptoe to kiss your cheek (it is).

Seungmin

You can be the taller one, but he's the one defending you and giving you the royalty treatment all the way. One thing that I think he'd love tho is to steal your clothes. So like, if you left a sweatshirt in his place or something like this, don't expect to have it back so soon. He actually loves how he is just kinda engulfed in your (indirect?) warmth and he has something bringing him closer to you even when you're not near. And he kinda likes to flex that "this is from my partner" lmao.

I.N

Other one to get all shy over the height difference but never let you know about it (actually, you'll know. It's just so obviously shown in his face, just don't let him know that lol). But besides the casual flustering state he finds himself on at times, he really doesn't mind it. I'd say he barely notices it. When he does tho, he finds you extremely beautiful, like those ancient greek statues, and even sexy if I may.

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cb97breathing · 1 year

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I NEVER MEANT TO HURT YOU

Pairing: Han Jisung x Afab! Reader

Themes: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You have been playing video games with a boy from Korea, over the course of a year you both have grown very close. You never knew his real name, but he told you he was in the idol industry. You both would flirt with each other playfully. But eventually he tells you he really likes you. He would try to hint to you who he was because he couldn't actually tell you. You would joke constantly about him being a member of your favorite group. But when he finally tells you the truth, you run away.

Warnings: Story is 18+ and will contain mature themes. MDNI.

A/N: Do not repost or translate my work. Thank you. This is for @hyunsungbased ❤️

When you had first met the boy under the username NightSkys you were just playing a game in the middle of the night, you found out he was from Korea and the two of you played will together. He even defended you against other guys who would yell at you during the game. Because of that gaming together became a regular thing for the both you.

You would stay up late, much to his protests cause he knew how big the time gap was. You grew close to the boy. You learned he was in the idol industry, you didn't ask what group, he didn't tell. You knew he wouldn't be allowed to say any way. Eventually you were inseparable, calling each other cute nicknames. He'd call you raindrop, or sugar cube and most of the time baby. Yours was always Boba for him. You didn't want to admit how much you had come to like the boy. You didn't even know who he truly was. You didn't even know what his real voice sounded like cause he had to hide it.

But there had been times, times where there was suspicion. You're best friend and you had thought that he was a member of your favorite kpop group and he would always tease you and make you feel like you were right. But you never confronted him on it because where was your actual proof.

But then one night, he finally asked you out. He said he wanted to be with you. That he loved you, and he didn't care how far away you were. You brushed it aside as him being a playful flirt, but he wouldn't give in. Sending you links for couple rings he wanted to buy for the both of you. Constantly making tweets asking if he could finally say that you were both dating.

Now here you were, nervously staring at your phone with an incoming facetime call. He had finally decided to tell you who he was and you were scared shitless. The amount of times you had openly simped for idols in front of him plagued your head. You hesitantly hit the answer button and are met with a familiar pair of big brown eyes. Eyes you knew very well. Eyes that belonged to your bias wrecker in Stray Kids. Eyes that belonged to Han Jisung.

You stared at the screen with wide eyes as he gave you a small and nervous smile. Your mind was reeling and you immediately ended the call in a panic. He tried calling again and again, but you refused to answer. You couldn't answer. The boy that you loved, the cute little gamer that would tease you constantly and flirt with you, was none other than Han Jisung of Stray Kids and you were not okay.

You had so many missed calls and texts from him, he was panicking. Begging for you to talk to him, but you couldn't bring yourself to. How could you? You never thought your suspicions about him being a Stray Kids member were actually going to be true. Now you didn't know what to do. Your heart was breaking at the information, because you knew there was no way in hell you could be with someone as famous as him. You were broken, scared and angry. You sent him one message on his account on twitter.

I promise that I will not let this get out. But this needs to end. I'm not worthy of you and you know this could never work. Goodbye Boba.

You press send and then block him on everything. You block the number he called you from. You didn't want to take a chance. Your best friend messages you that he had been blowing up her phone and crying, he had also admitted it to her as well. She said she convinced him to give you time. But you knew you weren't going to change your mind.

Almost a year had passed and you tried to avoid the topic of Jisung as much as you could. But you couldn't stop yourself from keeping up with everything the group had posted on social media and bubble. Jisung had grown very distant and quiet and you knew why. You knew your were the cause as to why he hadn't been his bright and bubbly self on the youtube episodes and lives. Your best friend tried her best to convince you to reach out to him but you wouldn't listen. Then one day she messaged you saying that they were going to be in Los Angeles and that she had tickets.

"You're going with me Y/N." She said sternly, she wouldn't take no for an answer. So here you were on line to get into early entry for their show at Los Angeles, you had no idea the tickets were vip until the day of because she didn't want you to panic and run away. You and her dressed up, wearing sexy outfits. You wanted to look your best, even though you were terrified of Han seeing you. Your best friend was hoping to have a moment to catch the eye of Chan, who she had the biggest crush on. When you walked in and saw where you were sitting, you stopped in your tracks.

"Please tell me this is a joke." You breathed out. "We are not front row center for the extended stage." Your friend smirked at you and nodded. Your heart was pounding as you took your seat. Your legs bounced as you waited for sound check to start. Then all the sudden you heard everyone scream. You looked up and saw the guys walk on stage. But your eyes immediately went to him. You forgot how to breathe as he looked at the crowd with a wide smile. Your friend took your hand and squeezed it. He was getting closer and closer, walking with Chan down the runway to the extended stage.

Soon his eyes locked with yours and widened. He stopped in his tracks for a moment. You could see so many emotions run through them as he froze at the back of the extended stage. Seconds later he looked away from you and then went back to smiling as if nothing happened. Your friend looked to you in concern, but you were frozen, your eyes never leaving him for a moment. You would catch him occasionally looking to you through out soundcheck. You tried so hard not to cry. Here he was, your Boba, in the flesh.

You eventually tore your eyes away from him and tried to focus on anything else. You tried your best to smile and sing along to the songs. Soon sound check as over and they headed off stage. But Han turned to take one last look at you before he left the stage.

The concert flew by, you tried your best to have fun with your friend, who actually did catch Chan's eye multiple times. But once again you would lock eyes with Jisung and the whole world would fade away. There were times when he stared at you and almost made a mistake, whether it was dancing or almost missing his part to sing. You couldn't help but giggle and smile at it. Then the show was over and both you and your friend had tears in your eyes. You saw him staring deep into your eyes, almost pleading with you as they took their final bow. You choked on a sob and looked away from him as they walked away and exited the stage.

That night, you cried yourself to sleep with your friend holding you. You regretted everything you did, you regretted blocking him, you regretted not giving him a chance to explain. But the damage had been done and you were too scared to talk to him.

The next day your friend told you that she had plans with someone she knew from the area and told you that you could stay and rest, you didn't decline that offer. You felt like crap and didn't want to leave the your bed. A few hours later you heard a knock at the hotel door. You got a text from your friend saying it was her and that she forgot her key, but when you opened it your heart stopped. It wasn't your friend, it was him. He didn't hesitate to walk in and shut the door behind him.

"H-How are you.. how are you here?" You choked out as tears flew down your cheeks.

"Your friend, she and I had this all planned out." He said quietly. "I had to see you. I couldn't let our relationship end like this." You wanted to hate your friend right now, but you couldn't bring yourself to. "I missed you so much sugar cube." He whispered softly as he reached out to caress your cheek. Your eyes fluttered closed and you melted into his and he brushed the tears away with his thumb. "I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry, I wanted to tell you who I was for so long." He pressed his forehead to yours and pulled you close. "But now that your here in my arms I don't ever plan to let you go."

"Jisung, w-we ca-" He pressed his lips to yours deeply, pouring out all he felt for you into the kiss. Your legs trembled and you clung to him, you wanted to fight but you couldn't. You loved him, you loved him with all your heart. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he pressed you against the wall. You kissed each other desperately, with a need you both had been pushing away for so long. You whimpered softly into his lips as his fingers slipped under your top.

"I love you." He whispered as he pulled away. "Please, please don't push me away. We can make this work, there's no ban. I can be with whomever I choose, and I want you. I need you Y/n." You bit her lip and buried your face in his neck. "Can I make you mine?" He asked softly as he pulled you closer to him. You let out a shaky breath and kissed his neck.

"Y-Yes." You whimpered softly. He picked you up with ease and carried you to your bed. He kissed you as he laid you down gently. Soon you were both naked and entangled with each other. His lips kissing every inch of you, not wanting to miss a single spot while you whimpered and whined out his name. He spread your legs wide and buried his face in your core licking and sucking at your clit desperately. Your body shook as your arched off the bed.

"You taste even better than I imagine." He groaned out as he looked up at you, his eyes clouded with lust and longing. He slipped two fingers inside you and pumped them slowly at first. His mouth went back to assaulting your clit and you could feel yourself start to clench around him.

"J-Jisung!" You cried out softly. He grinned into your swollen lips and started to pump rapidly. His eyes never leaving you, wanting to watch your face as you came undone for him.

"That's it Raindrop, let go." He breathed out. You cried out and arched as you hit your high, the sight made him growl in need. He lined his cock up at your entrance and rubbed up and down your folds. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this baby." He whispered softly. "Tell me, tell me what you want." He brushed the tip of his cock over your clit and you whined.

"Y-You.. J-Jisung please! I need you inside me." You sobbed out. Without any hesitation he slipped into you, his long curved dick filling you to the brim. His eyes rolled back at the feeling and he groaned loudly. You moaned loudly and your body shook at the feeling. He laid down flush against you and held you close to him, kissing you feverishly as he made slow and passionate love to you.

The room filled with the sound of both of you moaning and panting for each other as skin clapped with skin. He buried his face in your neck, nipping and sucking, wanting to mark you. You tangled your fingers in your hair and whined loudly.

"You're perfect baby, so fucking perfect." He moaned out into your neck. His thrust becoming rougher and faster. "So fucking tight, taking me so well." He growled. He pulled his head away to look deep into your eyes. "Tell me who you belong to. Tell me." He growled softly. Your heart fluttered and your body shivered at his words.

"You." You choked out. "I belong to you. " You pressed your lips to his and moaned into his mouth. "I love you." You cried out softly as you felt yourself getting close to your orgasm again. You clenched around him and he groaned loudly.

"I'm going, to make love to you until there's so much cum it bursts out of you. You're mine, Y/n." He whimpered out as he pressed his head to yours. "You're only mine." He pounded into you and rubbed at your clit making your cries turn into screams of ecstasy. "That's it love, let this whole hotel know how good I can make you feel. Let them know you're mine." His cock began to throb and he whimpered. "Cum with me love, let go."

You both cried out as you finally reached your peaks, his seed spilled deep inside you as you shook violently beneath him. You whimpered loudly as he kissed you. But soon you were on your stomach and lined up from behind, already rock hard and ready to go again. He slammed deep into you and began pounding into you roughly, you cried out and buried your face into the pillow beneath you.

"God your pussy is so fucking warm and perfect." He groaned out. "Made just for me." He continued his ruthless and rough thrusts into you as his arm reached around so he could rub your clit. At this point you were a mess, you could only let out sobs as tears flew down your cheeks from how overwhelmed you felt.

"Is my baby cock drunk?" He cooed softly and smirked at you. Your eyes rolled back as he made a mess out of you, hitting spots inside you that made you see stars. Your toes start to curl as you feel yourself clench around him again, making him whimper and moan loudly. "That's it baby, cum for me again, I know you can." He whimpered as he thrusted at an insane speed. He pulled you close so your back was flush against his chest, turning your head so he could kiss you feverishly.

Soon you both came undone together once again and you fell limp on the bed, he collapsed next to you and pulled you close. He pressed his lips to your forehead and laid your head on his chest. You both laid there panting softy as he stroked his fingers through your hair.

"I love you so much y/n." He whispered softly. He pulled your face up to look deep into your eyes. "I'm never letting you go."

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noaltbruh · 1 year

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hello! BIG congrats on 200 followers!! for the event i was wondering if i could request 💤,🍭, and 🍰 for johnny, gyro and josuke? thanks!

Ohhh alright! This'll be interesting! And thank you! :))

Link to main event.

💤How often do they fantasize about their S/O? Is the latter constantly on their mind?

Honestly, you must be something special if Johnny Joestar let you be a part of his life. You truly matter a lot to him in a world that has treated him like he was scum. So, you can guess this boy inevitably finds himself thinking about you on more than a few occasions.

Sometimes, he gets overwhelmed by negative thoughts, or is just not in a...Very happy headspace, which is when you come in! Just imagining you calls him down a little, and puts a small smile on his face, you're a very reassuring presence to him, you could say.

Johnny is also rather shy, so sometimes, he may find it easier to hide away in his thoughts and fantasize about you, instead of making them a reality. He doesn't want to appear clingy or too needy to always be by your side. he is.

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Gyro doesn't use his head much outside of combat lol. But those few brain cells he's still using are more inclined towards you than anything else. He's a quite proud guy, so he may find these thoughts overly cheesy, but he eventually learns to embrace them.

Imagine that he's just come up with a new joke, he won't be able to think about anything else but telling you about it. Or maybe he saw a teddy bear that "looked familiar" and he immediately bought it for you, so you could match!

I can see him also fantasizing about riding his horse with you, but that is the one idea he'll try to scrap and push away no matter what, no woman can ride Valkyrie...Although the perspective of it doesn't...Sound horrible.

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Sweet sweeter sweetest boy, Josuke's thoughts about you are just as diabetes-inducing. He's not one who falls in love easily, but once he does, it's hard for him to think about anything that isn't you.

He won't pay attention in class because he's too busy imagining to be making fun of the teacher with you. He'll lose focus playing videogames since it's not same to play alone anymore. He might even just see a dress in a shop and give it to you for absolutely no reason aside from that fact that he thought it'd make you happy.

Also, stealing this idea from my friend, I have a feeling Josuke would often imagine what it'd be like to marry you. Just imagining you walk down the aisle while he's desperately try to hold back tears.

Yes, he has cried just thinking about it.

🍭 How easy is it to fluster them?

Now, Johnny used to get bitches, but not anymore, and he's kinda forgotten what it feels like to have someone show that type of interest in you. This means that getting him flustered will be a piece of cake.

Even if you're bad at flirting and mess up some words in an attempt at being smooth, he won't even notice and get embarrassed anyway. Compliment and show him that you appreciate his efforts, and it won't be long before his cheeks turn pink.

Also, friendly reminder that anything the stand feels is felt by the user as well. Hug or pat lil' Tusk act 1 with your own power, and Johnny will also get flustered by the indirect manifestation of affection.

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Luck is not exactly on your side when it comes to get Gyro flustered. Dude has hooked up with lots and lots of women, and has learned a lot from each one of those experiences, simple flirting is not gonna work.

Take into account that most of your attempts will be nullified by him with ease. He'll tell you how cute he thinks it is that you're trying to embarrass him, before he teases you back, actually succeeding in doing so.

There is one obscure way to get him to turn red, and that is calling him by his actual name. He blushed even just saying it out loud. If you were to do so, and continued to after he told you to, you can be sure that it won't take long for him to try and hide his face with his hat.

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Josuke is quite the easy prey too, I won't lie. Perhaps not as much as Johnny, but it won't take too much to get him flustered. He really likes receiving compliments from you and remembers all of them, blushing a little just at the memory of it.

It is very likely that both of you will get rosy cheeks though, since this boy is ready to compliment or tease back in such a natural way he may not even realize what he'd doing. You both look cute though, and probably end up giggling together realizing what just happened.

It may be obvious, but I think saying something nice about his hair, especially if it's not his usual haircut, would really hit him right in the heart. A pat on his head, and he's already leaning on to your chest, not showing his face, trying to deny his embarrassment.

🍰 How teasing are they? Do they often flirt with their S/O?

Johnny couldn't flirt to save his life lol. Like O said, he just doesn't have a clue anymore about relationships, and despite how much he loves you, teasing you is not the best way he has to show it.

He does know that you'd probably like of he tried to, from time to time, so he might make an effort to think of something smooth to make you sway. When he realized he doesn't know what to do, he'll probably ask Gyro for help lmao.

Tries to play it cool when one of his pickup lines actually work, but he's definitely letting out a huge sigh of relief and hearing Angels' choirs. I can see him getting the hand of it with a lot of practise, but he's trying :D

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Yes! Definitely! Gyro just adores flirting and teasing you, he can't help himself, it just comes incredibly natural to him. Not that he minds though, he enjoys every second of it.

Rest assured that he won't be missing out on a single opportunity to make you blush. He's really good at it, since he's had his fair amount of experience with dating beforehand, and his confidence and smoothness are of great help.

Even if you're getting attacked, he'll still find some way to get you flustered.

Maybe he's just beaten the crap out of gunslinger while covered in blood, looking all menacing. If he catches you staring at him, he'll probably say something like "Mh? What is it? Like what you see?~" Followed by his iconic laughter and a wink.

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Okay, Josuke's situation is a mix of two main factors. He's someone who values romantic love and doesn't go around flirting with anyone he sees. Which means that if he were to tease or compliment you, you genuinely means what he's saying, and because of this, it comes very simple to him.

With that being said, this boy is also naturally good at flirting for some reason, he has a lot of abilities he keeps hidden, and if he's feeling goofy that day, or thinks it's a good time, he won't hesitate to bring out this...Talent of him.

He 100% likes to do so when the two of you are in public, especially since it knows that it's even more effective this way. If you were to tell him to stop, he'd chuckle before actually doing so. He respects his darling's wishes, after all ;)

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stevenose · 9 months

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gnaw (18+)

day 7/31 of the august writing challenge [link]

today’s word: necklace

contains: jealous!/possessive!steve; steve x reader; reader with breasts and a vagina; no gendered language used; unprotected piv

a/n: this is more so like a headcanon based on a dream i had and also an ask i received hehe

Steve Harrington could not hide his jealousy to save his life. Nor do you want him to.

Nostrils flaring and eyes narrowed in on you, arms crossed tight over his chest. He’ll make some snarky comment - “oh, you wanna fuck him too?” - and you have to pull him aside and tell him to cut the shit. That you were only joking when you told your friends you twirl your hair over the flower guy at the farmer’s market. Can he just give it a rest?

But no, he can’t. He can be somewhat good for you, definitely. He can act like things are okay and like he isn’t equally devastated and pissed at the thought of you with someone else. And this forms in a sort of casual dominance kind of way - picking out an outfit for you later that night, reservations at a nice restaurant. He wants you totally covered up, no skin showing even in the heat of the summer. And he’ll gift you with a gold necklace with an s initial strung on it. “You’re wearing this tonight. Got it?”

And what he really means is, you’re wearing this every goddamn day for the rest of time. Nearly like a collar marking your owner. He makes you dress in front of him, sat down on the edge of the bed, thighs spread. He’s allowed to wear whatever he wants and show as much skin as he wants because he knows how to behave. Which is fair. He is so clearly yours, impossibly enamored with you, that the thought of him even looking at someone else seems ridiculous. He would never.

His cock aches while you’re pulling your pants on, his initial hanging loosely between your tits.

You satiate him because his jealousy is undeniably a turn on for you and you know that pretty much the moment he cums later, his post nut clarity will have him apologizing and explaining to you how he’s scared of losing you. And you’ll tell him he’s got nothing to be sorry for because he’s the best fuck of your life (as well as the love of it).

And dinner is fine. Steve makes casual conversation, smiles sweetly at you, orders you champagne and dessert. He can usually keep himself in check in public because his jealousy can truly be a little embarrassing for him. Except he occasionally keeps mumbling shit under his breath, knocking your legs with his loafers. “What about our waiter, huh? Think he’s bigger than me?” “Should just take you on this table.”

He’s trying to rile you up. There’s a glint in his eye. He wants you to praise him, which you’d be so happy to do if he hadn’t made you wear a fucking cardigan to a restaurant in 90 degree Indiana heat. So to shut him up, you press your foot into his crotch, which he swiftly grabs and squeezes tight. He glares at you, but you shrug. “Thought you wanted me to want you, Steve?”

When he fucks you later, growling how he’s the only one who will ever see you like this, or touch you like this, he makes you keep the necklace on. Shoves the lil charm and chain in your mouth and tells you to bite down on it when you’re too loud while he’s railing you within an inch of your life. His lips marking you up, his hands squeezing and slapping your skin.

“What are you?”

“A slut,” you moan, expecting that to be what he wants. He laughs through gritted teeth.

“Nice try. What are you?”

It’s so hard to think with his cock nearly flush against your cervix. “Your slut.”

“Say. My fucking. Name. Honey.”

“I - I’m S-Steve Harrington’s slut.”

“Uh-huh,” he nods, beads of sweat forming along his hairline. “What else.”

You have to close your eyes because his are so overwhelming, but he grabs your cheeks. “Look at me.”

It makes your stomach flip. You want to hide from him so badly. “M-my cunt bel-belongs to Steve Harrington.”

“Of course it does,” he seethes, a hand coming up to pinch your nipple. “Fuck, I’ll show you.”

#steve harrington smut #steve x reader #ns/fw #stevenose posts #august23

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scekrex · 2 months

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Hiiii💕💕 me again I really loved your story and writing style<3

But any way I have a other idea, here it goes when Adam meet male reader for the first time and when he first saw him quickly thought of Eve and Lilith? But he tried brush those thoughts out of his mind when they start to know each other more but Adam can not stop looking at him this time y/n wanted to make a joke so he says.

"Do I look like your girlfriend?"

"No.. My late wife (or something else)... I cannot believe it"

"You could've been her twin!"

"Your face.. Your voice... Just your hair and clothes are different-"

"My name, is y/n l/n"

If you can thank you 💕💕

You'll be from now on known as "💕💕", also really love that idea!! So here ya go babes xoxo/p

Pretty baby with the sun in his eyes

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

You had first met him when Sera had introduced you to him in her office. It had been a little weird to meet the first man to ever be created, not because you had been nervous but because he hadn't been able to stop staring at you. It had seemed as if his eyes were glued onto you, no matter what you had done, his eyes had been onto you, drinking in every tiny little movement you had made. His expression had been blank, though, there was no way you could've known what had been going on behind those eyes of his.

To Adam it had been quite the shock to lay eyes on you for the first time. Your facial features looked so similar to Lilith's, your voice reminded you of Eve’s, it made him feel home. He shook that thought out of his head immediately, Eve wasn't supposed to sound like home and your face that could've been the face of Lilith's younger brother made his stomach feel heavy and his heart skip a beat every now and then. Fuck no, he wasn't seeing his ex wives in you - at least he told himself so, he was very aware that was a total lie.

And that was something that never really changed. Because once the first man had found out that you were a fellow rock enjoyer, he had been quick to give you calls every now and then, inviting you for jam sessions, the concerts his band played and sometimes even for small things like grabbing lunch together or getting ice cream. You two had been quick to figure out that you enjoyed a lot of the same things, you were quite similar. But Adam's eyes never managed to truly leave your body, one way or another they were always onto you, always putting you in some sort of unique spotlight.

Three months after first meeting him you were on the way to his apartment, he had invited you over - why you didn't really know, he had simply sent you a text that read ‘Pull up, bitch’. And given the fact that you had nothing better to do for the day, you went.

Arriving at Adam's place was surely something, he was living in that huge flat, of course he was. The first man seemingly only got the best of the best. You snorted as he swung open the golden door that you had just knocked on, he was wearing an oversized band shirt - of his own band, no way that dude would wear any other kind of merch than his own - and a pair of white sweatpants with golden stripes on the sides. His mask was somewhere, it was definitely not covering up his handsome face this time and you thanked God silently for that gift.

“Sup, babes,” he smirked as he stepped aside in order to invite you in. The second you set foot inside his home his eyes decided to never leave your body again.

This time you made the choice to address it, you were low-key sick of dodging the topic even though it was as obvious as it could get. “What’s with the staring, big guy, do I remind ya of your girlfriend?” your lips had curled up into a small yet cocky smirk as you raised an eyebrow at him. The brunette rolled his eyes at that, you knew he had no girlfriend, that well you knew each other at this point. Yet he couldn't deny that you did remind him of Lilith and Eve. “Nah babes, no girlfriend in this guys life, you know it,” he casually hummed as he wrapped an arm around his shoulder to guide you to the living room, “However, your ass reminds me of my ex wife.” You raised your eyebrow even higher, giving him a side eye, “What, you're saying you're staring at my face all day because my ass reminds you of some bitch you were married to?” That didn't really add up to you and you called bullshit on it. It simply made zero sense. But Adam was quick to clarify, a sigh left him before he explained, “No man, what I mean is you remind me of both my first and my second wife. Your face looks so much like Lilith's, in the name of the holy spirit, you could be her fucking twin brother,” he paused a moment, then continued, “And your voice, fuck, it reminds me of Eve’s, it sure sounds fucking deeper, duh kinda obivious, but… it holds the same warmth as hers.”

Now it was for you to stare at him. He had just told you you looked and sounded like two women he had been married to, that you could be their brother - twin brother even. How were you supposed to react to that? Was it even meant as a compliment?

“Well, quick reminder that my name's Y/N Y/L, I'm neither fucking Lilith nor Eve, get that shit inside your head.” Adam raised his hands in defense, “Nah, trust me I know. You look and sound like them but your personality is so fucking different from them, they were whores.” It really didn't surprise you how he talked about them because from what you knew, he wasn't wrong and had every right to be upset. “Good,” you crossed your arms over your chest, “Because if you ever fucking dare to moan their names, I'm fucking out.” It was a joke, clearly, but yet you saw a faint brush on his cheeks.

Oh you would definitely continue to tease him like that.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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soft-persephone · 5 months

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An Easily Avoidable Accident (But I Needed it so Bad)

Sub!Nick Miller x Black!Fem!Reader

I do write with Black Women in mind, but my fics can be read by any woman.

AN: Thank you to my friends that helped me with this fic! It means so much to me and I am so grateful for your generosity! I truly hope you all enjoy this final product!

MDNI // Rating: Explicit // WC 3.8k // Warnings: light Sub!Dom vibes, mild exhibition kink, biting, marking, thing for sounds, extra light hand kink // masterlist

Nick and You had the entire loft to yourselves.

That meant you two had time for anything. No prying eyes and no need to be quiet or fear of being caught by anyone.

Naturally, that meant they had a no pants day.

Nick could free ball it in his boxers and you could wear that little tank top you liked to sleep in and walk around in your underwear.

“I’m pretty sure you were a man in your past life.” Nick joked as you excitedly shimmied out of your sweats and threw them on the other side of the couch.

“There is nothing wrong with me wanting to do this as bad as you! This is normal for all human beings!” You defended yourself with a huff.

“Yes, lots of people enjoy wearing less clothes at home, but you are excited about it in a man way. I can’t explain how, I’m just saying. . . It takes one to know one.”

You smushed his face with a hand and walked past him to the kitchen.

“Fuck you,” you playfully scoffed, “what do you want for breakfast?”

The rest of the day was pleasantly uneventful. As the day went by and the evening wined down, Nick had put his loose sweats back on.

They were old, thin, and ratty. He definitely could not wear them in public anymore.

“You might as well just not wear any pants.” You smiled at him, more out of shock than anything else. You weren’t sure what to think about such a horrible piece of clothing.

“They’re house pants!”

“Your dick is right there!” You yelled back. “It’s like if boxers came in pants size!”

He threw a pillow at you and you threw one back before he wrestled you onto the couch.

Excitement aside.

He was in his favorite spot on the couch, but in an even better way! He could prop his legs up and lean back as comfortable as he wanted to be.

He was a fucking king on his throne and he couldn’t be happier.

You were still walking around in your skimpy underwear and tank top.

He would have wanted you to go throw some pants before the guys come back, but hopefully it was one of those nights where they all found some women to hook up with and stay the night, or just fuck off somewhere.

Instead, he was too comfortable with your ass on his lap and you laying the opposite way on top of him, on your stomach, typing away on your laptop and shifting a hoard of papers to and fro, taking the moment of spare time to get ahead on some work while he lazily watched the game.

Or at least tied to.

God bless them, but he didn’t give a fuck about the Lions and who they were playing.

On any other given day he would have, but it’s hard to remember his love for sports when your hips keep sliding back and forth on him whenever you sit up real quick to get a better look at a paper, your hips pushed forward, right over his dick. Once you finally highlight or read whatever you were trying to read carefully, your hips moved back toward his chest and over his dick once again, leaving him to think of nothing but of how sexy you were.

It wasn’t hard to imagine a more intimate setting.

Hell, even at this moment.

You two in this loft alone, on this very couch in this very moment, naked for no one but God to see, you riding him just like this giving him no choice but to take whatever you gave him.

He brought a hand to his mouth and bit his finger, hard. Willing himself to stay still and not thrust his hips up onto your clothed pussy.

He needed a distraction, but football wasn’t working. You moving your hips and shuffling every five minutes wasn’t working either. Why were you suddenly moving your hips up and down on him like that?.

You slid your hips forward before sighing in frustration and moving them back until his dick was crushed under the weight of your stomach.

Were you trying to kill him? Did you somehow not notice his growing erection?

You sat up, quickly dragging your hips forward, again! But this time it wasn’t where he needed it. This time he needed you on his cock, desperately at that.

“Nick, you okay?” You turned your head back, putting down a paper. The movement causes you to push your glasses back on your nose.

Fuck, you were cute. He hoped you ran out of your contacts forever.

He cleared his throat and rubbed at his chest to hide the sound of his moan.

“Nick?”

“Y—yeah.. yeah I’m good. . “ he managed to mumble out.

Solid cover dumbass.

He couldn’t help going back to the thought of you both naked. You turning around to look at him with a different look on your face.

“You got so tense all of a sudden.” You continued before turning around back to your work. “And I know you don’t care about the Lions losing, so I wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything serious.”

“N…no.”

Oh, he was just making it worse, but you were a bigger dumbass than him, apparently. He says it lovingly, but how did you not know?!?!? Were you that into your work?

“Well, just let me know if anything changes.”

You give a quick wink before you turn around, and he moans.

His hips cant up with such force you bounce up and back down on him, and he couldn’t stop the whimper in time.

He covered his face, letting the sounds come out.

“Nick?” Your voice was in a fucking panic and it was embarrassing to say the least.

You try to move but he quickly grasps your hips. His nails are almost digging into your skin.

“Nonodontmove!” He slurs, his voice rising at a higher octave that makes you throb. “Stay,” he was panting now, his chest rising and falling as you put your hands over his,” please,” he openly whined, not holding back or caring anymore,” stay.”

Oh fuck…

You licked your lips and fought against the panic. “Yeah?”

“Can you just wait a little bit longer for me? I Promise to do something as soon as i'm done.”

“Okay,” he licked his lips, his eyes growing full and watery in such a way you wanted to hold your breath.

He looked at you with such adoration and emotion you swore you would die if you didn't look away. They were softer now, much softer. He looked more calm. A stranger to how desperate and wild they were seconds ago, but you weren't fooled.

No, there was a deeper, more sinister side to this yearning gaze.

While he saved putting his heart on his sleeve for rare tender moments, it was also a fucking weapon. A weapon created for your own demise. You fought the urge to give in, to throw her papers aside and everything she’s been working on to give him whatever he wanted.

But you couldn't. No matter how bad you needed it, you couldn’t.

You were emailing back and forth with a client and Xaiviar was cc’d on it as well. He was the lead lawyer on a case and you were helping him with it. The client was about to drop the case altogether, but you managed to find some evidence that would ensure the jury was siding in her favor.

If she was patient and held out, she would get everything she deserved and the bastard that hurt her could pay.

You just needed some fucking time!

Nick found a documentary about gorillas.

Nice!

As much as he loved them and tried to bring up the essay he wrote on them one morning after doing a bunch of mystery pills that he took one night, he could care less about them right now. He loved you just a tiny bit more.

He bit his lip and tried to let his better nature take hold of him.

Nick's hands were gliding across your skin. Smoothing and kneading the plump flesh of your thighs before coming up to rest at your hips for while, but it didn’t last. He soon became antsy, needing to touch you.

Hoping that just the feel of you in his hands would be enough to distract him from how hard he was. That it wouldn’t make anything worse for him.

But it was making it worse for you.

You could hardly concentrate.

After rediscovering every curve and dip of your body. Every scar, bump, and blemish of your smooth supple skin. It always held a subtle glow, bringing attention to your more than lovely over and undertones. He wanted to put you on display so everyone could see this much of your skin.

The world deserve to know how beautiful your skin was. How beautiful you were.

He decided to test puting his hands on your thighs to see if that would help. His fingers gently graze against your inner thighs. Going up and up until he was too close to your center, daring not to get too close, and moving them back towards your knee. He couldn't stop.

It was mindless action, hypnotizing even.

“Nick,” your tone was bitter in your mouth, sounding harsh to your owne ears, “stop it.”

You snapped around to face him with a glare.

Where these emotions were coming from was a mystery to you, but the foreign feeling twisted your stomach with anticipation.

Nick's eyes were half lidded and struggling to stay open. He gurgled out a moan, the action making him cover his face with his hands.

“Nick. . .” You absentmindedly licked your lips, “let me see your face.”

Nick's chest had been moving up and down erratically since you turned around. His soft pants spurred you on.

Your mind was racing with what to possibly say or do next.

Nick slowly placed his hands on his chest, rubbing at it in circles with his left hand. A sign that usually meant he was anxious.

Every part of him was strained in concentration towards you as if the mere thought of looking away would hurt too much. His eyes were dark, wet, and needy.

Your mouth fell open in a silent o, and you ground your hips down in one fluid motion causing you both to moan.

You both were so fucked.

A wave of something was washing over you. It crashed and crashed against your entire being and the anxiety bubbled in fear of it taking you under, whatever this was. The foreign lightning of it all cracked and crackled in your veins.

Your laptop quipped out a short sound. Then, and only then, you notice how quiet the room was.

You momentarily turned, checking the message in your email.

Dear Ms, I am sorry for getting so indecisive at such a crucial time in the case. Everything has just been so stressful. I wanted it all to be over as quickly as possible, adn i got in the way of you adn your firm doing the job that I, myself hired you to do. I am so terribly sorry. I would liek to see this man put behind bars for good or worse.

Thank you again for everything. I leave my fate in your hands.

Thank, God!

You said a quick prayer, and emailed your client back, making sure to cc Xaiviar.

You closed your laptop and shuffled your papers back into a bifold, tossing them along the further end of the couch, but not so far that they’d fall.

Keeping your position, you turned slightly, moving Nicks shirt up as high as it could go. You eyed his chest, the wide expanse of hair there you’ve obsessed over from time to time, the happy trail that was also a favorite of yours.

Nick’s body moved with the flow of your hand.

“Please,” his voice was higher and strained as stuttered the words out, “please, I’ll be so good please. Just please.”

You ground your hips on his, masking are you were positioned in just the right spot. The feeling of him through your underwear just felt to good. Your movements were slow and steady. Just enough to drive you both crazy, but not nearly enough for either of you.

The anticipation of it was thrilling. Your heads grew headier and headier with each sound he made. With every stutter, pant, and moan he made

The door clicked and you both froze.

“What pray tell is going on in here?” A voice boomed.

Nick cleared his throat and put his hands in a more casual position at your waist. Squeezing lightly just to keep you still.

“Hey, Coach.” It came out gravely but natural.

You were surprised, thinking about how he sounded like he was going to explode just a few moments earlier.

“Don’t, “hey Coach me. You weirdo.” He scoffed. “Go have sex in your room like the rest of us! Just because you're having sex with the same girl every night doesn’t make it okay to play exhibitionist!”

“Nick and his girl is doing what!” Winston slammed the door. “That’s disgusting!”

“Mhmm.” Coach sassily added.

“Oh. My. God.” Nick covered his face with his hands.

Needless to say. All the sexual tension was sucked out of the room. Sitting like this on Nick‘’a lap was starting to make you feel overexposed and awkward.

He reached over and stretched to pull the blanket usually strown accross the couch to cover your body with. You silently thanked him, and avoided looking Coach or Winston in the eye.

“You,” Coach pointed at you,” I am very disappointed in.”

“But, Ernie—“ you pouted.

“—No!” He interrupted. “No Earnie! From now on you call me Coach just like everyone else!”

“Bu—“

“No buts! You have to earn your way back up to calling me my name! “ he shook his head at you with so much disgust it felt absurd.

He was really mad at you. . .

“Now you two go to your room and think about what you did!”

“Mh mh mh.” Winston shook his head with an equal amount of distaste.

Needless to say you both retreated into Nick's room for a very awkward and short walk of shame.

“Please. . . Oh, wait. . . Fuck.” Nick moaned before whimpering out your name.

You made him cum with your hand twice, then three times with your mouth, and one more time after that because you just couldn’t help yourself.

His hands were gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles were white.

You had your hands braced against his chest and you slowly sat on his cock. He was stretching you wide with how thick he was. In this new position, it felt even thicker, making it harder than normal.

“Please,” his voice several octaves higher, letting you know just how close he was. “Let me help. Let me touch you.” He strained out before gritting his teeth.

“I.. got it.” You had to fight your instinct to tense your whole body once you had finally taken all of him in. He was so big and thick you could just feel him pressing against your spot already, making you breathless in the process.

You massaged his chest. Starting with his shoulders, and moving down to his pecs. You squeezed them, reveling in the feeling of his pliant flesh in your hands. In another time or setting you would have liked to bend down and suck on one. Biting and relishing the feeling is him in your mouth, so hard he’d bruise for weeks, fading until stray marks of your teeth were implanted into his skin.

Keeping your hands there for balance, you slowly rose up until only his tip was inside before grinding down slowly until all of him was inside of you again.

“Your doing so good baby.”

His cock twitched inside of you at the praise, making your mouth fall open in a silent moan.

You quickened your pace ever so lightly. Nick’s hands fisting the sheets. Each one spurred you on further, filling you with an unbearable heat. It seers through every pore of your body. Opening up every space of your skin, consuming every part of Nick as possible.

His whines, his pants, and his moans. The way his skin turned an angry red all over. Proudly displaying the evidence that you both were on fire.

“Touch me” You moaned softly.

He was on you in an instant. He pushed himself up by his elbows. His hands, his massive warm hands roamed every inch of your skin. Burning you in their haste to feel your waist, the expense of your back, and the peaks of your breast. He pulled, squeezed, and tweaked them until you had to push his hands away.

“Not nice is it?” He huffed in your face with a short laugh. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours. Where his began and yours stopped was indistinguishable as you both panted in the sliver of space between one another.

He leaned in for a kiss, and you pulled your head back slightly out of his reach with similar amusement.

“I never gave you permission to kiss me.”

His eyes grew wide and blown out. His brown irises drowned in the pools of his pupils as he looked at you with such reverence.

He quickly pivoted and moved to mouthing at your neck, biting you hard as he whined into your flesh.

“You're such a good boy Nick,” his hips thrust up into yours, hard. “Oh, you're so so good.” He did it again this time before squeezing his fingers into you. His nails were sure to leave little moons into your skin for weeks.

You laughed. It was breath, trained, and cruel.

“Ah, ah, ah,” You grabbed his hair tightly, pulling his mouth off of you. “I wanna hear you baby. I thought you were my good boy?”

“I am! I am, please!” He whimpered into your skin, keeping his head underneath your chin, his mouth open and close to you. Because if he couldn’t keep his mouth on you, he’d find a way to get as close to it as possible without disobeying you.

“You gotta let me hear every sound that comes out of your mouth baby, okay?”

His fingers adjusted their grip on your hips, pulling and stretching at your skin as tight as it could go, making hissed in response. Even when his brain was fuzzy with arousal and he was overwhelmed with praise or reprimand from you, he could still do the little things that drove you wild. Whether he was in control or not, he could bite, mark, and rough you up in all the ways you loved.

He’s going to drive you mad. You're sure of it now.

“I need your help baby?” You moved so you both would be eye to eye with one another. “I need you fuck me now.” You cupped both sides of his face. “I can’t get us both where we need to be.” You kissed him all over. His cheeks, his forehead, up and down his neck, before you bit down in several places, sucking harder than you ever had. He let out a soft meek sound you didn’t think was possible. Almost gentle if his voice wasn’t such a low raspy thing. Almost gravely sometimes when it wasn’t smooth and addicting.

The closest thing you could describe it as would be a mewl of some kind. It was a sound only you could pull out of him. A side of him only you were privy to. No one else.

Your walls clenched around him at the sound. He did it again.

“Fuck, baby.” Your chest heaved. “I’m not gonna last much longer, I need you to fuck me, now.” You pulled his hair for emphasis.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He rutted his hips into yours at a hard, brutal pace. And with every high pitched murmur of good boy, your so good, your so perfect for me, he thrust up into you harder.

“Love you baby,” you nibbled into his ear, “love how good you feel inside me. It's like you were made for me.” You kissed him as hard as you could without getting lost of how he was sliding in and out of you. The loud wet slaps of his hips hitting yours were filling the room, driving you both crazy. “You're mine. My baby boy, so good for me.”

He whimpered again, mewling into your ear as he cradled your neck with one final grip as he came. Filling you up. It was so so much. Your legs grew tight, your muscles squeezing past their limit before you followed him soon after.

He pulled out laying you down on your back. Peppering your skin with soft kisses.

“You're amazing!” His eyes sparkled.

“Was that really your first time doing something like that?” You grabbed at the sheets to hide your face. It was hot and burning even more so after the sex you just had. You did not want to talk about it.

“Hey, hey,” he uncovered your face and moved to straddle your lap. He grabbed your hands and put them over your head. “Please,” he looked into your eyes again,. “Don’t hide from me. I really want to know.”

It was what you two did.

When things were too tough to talk about. . . Or weird and embarrassing. Eye contact just worked. It made you both feel safer and calmer to see the other person wasn’t judging you. That they were genuine in whatever way they wanted to support you.

You nodded weakly. Not trusting your words.

“Well you're a natural.”

“Nick we gotta—“

“—Don’t worry. I will buy a planb for you tomorrow. We got a little carried away and forgot about condoms.” He waved his free hand in dismissal before smiling. “It’s okay. I got it handled.”

“I was going to ask if you could let me go now.”

“Let you go.” He tightened his grip on your hands. He still wore his charming smile, but his eyes were growing dark and cloudy, pooling with desire. “Now why would I let you go when I have to pay you back for every time you wouldn’t let me kiss or touch you.”

He suddenly thrust his thick very hard cock into you, still wet from both of you.

“I'm not done with you yet.”

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Topmew: Our Favorite Lovebirds

Disclaimer: Please don’t come making backhanded comments about their relationship. If you wanna discuss them that’s fine, but it’s no reason to post blatant hate, or negativity disguised as compliments.

Topmew are the cutest couple guys, no really they are! They’re the definition of lovebirds and everyone needs to see them in action, so here’s a post just for that. This is also known as: Top and Mew sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g…

1. Their flirting. No one does cute, annoying flirting like Top and Mew! Oh you’re out to eat with them? Get ready to feel like the loneliness third wheel while these two burn a hole into eachother and get so close, you wonder if you’re intruding on something. (You are btw, never go out with them alone)

2. Their teasing. No their flirting and teasing are not the same, if you end up in a room with them and they start teasing eachother, it’s time to run for cover. These two don’t hold back, it’s always so charged between them! Who is in control? We don’t know okay? All we know is it’s cute, it’s gross, we need to leave the room before we start seeing bare skin. I mean we would love to see it but these two don’t share so…

3. Alright I know what everyone has been waiting for, yes their dates! We can all agree that Top is the #1 Boyfriend for all these dates he came up with like, wow man he really made a lot of people side eye their partner (I sure side eyed my exes). I can’t believe he was going all out like this and people still called him a player, this guy is a big lover boy!

4. Their touches are always soft, they treat eachother so gently and with so much care. Their hands are always connected to some part of the other person’s body, and it’s always gentle, tender, soft, soft, soft! They treat each other’s body with care and respect, oh they’re so cute it’s disgusting

5. They’re so enthusiastic about eachother. If one is talking, the other is on the edge of their seat listening and ready to learn more. They will fully turn their body away from everyone else just to make sure they don’t miss out on the words falling from the other’s lips. I mean they’re just eager to know about eachother it’s so, say it with me now, cute

6. The respect they have for eachother needs to be mentioned. Listen, they will never try to force the other to change no matter what! They wish the best for each other but they’ll never push, they’ll stand aside and allow the other to make their own decisions, and still love them regardless. To them, it doesn’t matter what the other does as long as they continue to be happy and healthy; we love that for them truly

7. The way they admire eachother. Now listen, we know they’re attracted to eachother we’re not fools, we can see. But the admiration in their eyes when they see the other doing something, or again when the other person is talking? Yes, that’s the good stuff right there. They admire the other as a person and of course they find each other attractive but man, those eyes get sparkly when they catch eachother doing something they love

8. They do whatever they can to make the other’s life easier. Oh you can’t sleep because of trauma? Let me lay down with you silly boy. Some asshole bumped you with their bike and broke your glasses? Well I would go after them but you said no, so let me tape them up rather poorly. Whatever they can do to help, they’ll do it! They just want their lover to have an easy day, no matter what

9. All they need is to be around each other. It doesn’t matter what they’re doing, they don’t have to talk; as long as they’re in each other’s company, they’re happy little campers. They get so giggly about it too, cmon guys it’s people watching you! They’re so comfortable in the other’s presence, they can relax as much as they like and let their guards down for once

10. Speaking of being giggly, whenever they’re together they’re smiling! What’s so funny guys? We would like to know the joke too, but of course we wouldn’t get it cause it’s not a word, or a look; it’s just pure love. They just find happiness in everything the other does so it breaks across their faces and rises out of their lungs until they’re laughing and ticking the other to make them laugh too! I’m telling you, they can’t help themselves guys, they’re lucky they’re so cute or I would call them losers

Anyway guys, that’s Topmew for you! These boys are in love and so cute it hurts. They just ooze love. No matter what way you flip it or reverse it, these two are in love. They say it with their eyes, their actions, and of course their mouths. They go the extra mile together, expecting absolutely nothing in return and it’s all because they’re in love. It really just pours out of them yknow?

#top tanin #mew witsarut #topmew #ofts top #ofts mew #we love topmew over here

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marvel-starwarsfangirl · 2 months

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Ep. 8 "Bad Territory" Review

This episode was honestly the fluff I needed after last week's tense and crazy two parter. There was the usual action and excitement, but I loved the amount of fluff we got. Omega is forever our little ray of sunshine. I feel a bad feeling that it's going to get much darker after this week so I'll take any fluff I can get.

As always, spoilers below

It was really cool to see Fennec again and it makes senes that out of all the bounty hunters, the boys would choose to seek her out. She was originally after Omega, but she's not needlessly cruel like Cad Bane. If Omega's life were truly in danger, I don't think Fennec would want to see her get hurt. Cad Bane wouldn't give a second thought about it. Speaking of the ending, I definitely think she was talking to Ventress or someone like Quinlan. After all, Ventress is a Force-wielder and could be connected to whatever Hemlock is doing.

Overall, I really liked the interactions between her, Hunter, and Wrecker. Their banter was great and the joke about the Batch being straight up broke had me cackling. Like yes, these 5 guys with a kid are clearly enjoying Space Greece or whatever the fandom calls it. They're not gonna be looking for jobs right now. I also enjoyed seeing the boys use their skills like Wrecker's demolitions knowledge again. It's been so, so long since we've seen the boys go on a classic mission. That's not a bad thing either to have an "adventure of the week" style episode. It was cool to see them back in action (you know, non lethally).

The environment looked great, Wrecker and Hunter throwing hands with gators was pretty epic, and the final fight with the other bounty hunter (?) was exciting. I'll admit, the antagonist's design was cool and it allowed from some fun fight choreography.

Shoutout to the Phee cameo btw! Love seeing her as always. I think she'll be back after the Pabu invasion or she'll be back in time for that event to happen. Crosshair not knowing who she or Fennec was though was pretty funny. He's missed so much. (Also, this is the first time we hear him call Echo by his name fun fact).

Of course, Crosshair and Omega were the standouts because their dynamic is just that good. They're finally getting Crosshair's hand addressed! And I'm so glad Hunter stepped up to make sure it got looked at. Hunter loves Crosshair despite the past and he will look out for him. As many of us thought already, Crosshair's tremors are psychosomatic. We don't what happened on Tantiss (aside from some vague details), but whatever it was, it was bad; real bad. Crosshair is afraid of talking about it because it hurts. His reactions to even thinking about it were heartbreaking.

My theory is that Hemlock did something that broke a part of his identity. Maybe the identity erasure almost worked. Maybe he had Crosshair kill someone during a trial session to see if the reconditioning worked. Whatever it was, it traumatized Crosshair (on top of everything else he went through). For Crosshair to move forward, he's going to have to confront his trauma. He'll need to accept what happened to him and learn that it doesn't define who he is now.

Omega is so gentle and patient with him; I absolutely love it. She doesn't push him nor does she just leave him to get trapped in his mind. Instead, she tries to teach him coping mechanisms. The way he trusts her is so good too. Crosshair doesn't know what to do, but here is sister whom he loves. She's never left his side since they were imprisoned together and she was the only one who really advocated for him back in season 1. This girl loves him and he loves her. The scene where she holds his hand because it won't stop trembling genuinely means so much to me. It's such a small gesture that means so much. I really do appreciate that the writers are taking their time to show Crosshair going through the healing process. His hand doesn't get magically fixed because he escaped Tantiss nor because he redeemed himself. He achieved that. Now, he needs to finish the rest of his journey. AZI even mentions that it could be permanent. Real life mental health issues don't disappear in one night nor do they go away permanently. It comes and goes and that's what Crosshair will have to do. He'll have to cope with his trauma and hopefully the tremor will steady over time.

Many have pointed it out, but I would love to see a scene with him and Echo. Echo understands Crosshair's plight as he too was held captive and subjected to horrific experiments. I hope we get a scene between them where Echo comforts him. It would be a nice moment between two characters who often don't interact much.

Aside from that, the animation and music were great as always. That last scene of Cross and Omega meditating while Pabu's sun begins to set is truly gorgeous and it might be my favorite landscape shot of the show. It's also reminiscent of Hunter and Crosshair together on Barton IV. I am truly so happy to see Crosshair finding peace and happiness after so long. I honestly never thought we'd see him like this. But now, we do. (Side note: he looks so much smaller and vulnerable without his backpack or shoulder pads).

Anyways, I could go on and on about Crosshair. But I'll save that for another post. Can't wait for next week and hopefully we'll see Ventress!

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb spoilers #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #fennec shand

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kooruphobic · 1 year

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IN BED — ragnvindr brothers (seperate, not a pairing)

𓆩♡𓆪 notes : i've been so fucking busy w/ wips lately. i literally have like a bajillion wips im so sorry... dropping an eren fic soon 4 the anon that asked but here's this for now to keep my blog active

𓆩♡𓆪 tags : smut, mentions of praise, teasing, overstimulation, rough sex, temperature play (if you squint)

𓆩♡𓆪 word count : 1.2k

𓆩♡𓆪 summary : how the ragnvindr brothers are in bed/during sex. separate, not a ship or pairing.

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

we all know kaeya’s a slut like look at him lol

jokes aside, kaeya is so freaky it’s insane. like as soon as you get with this dude, the first time you fuck, you have the time of your life.

kaeya definitely loves praising you. i’ve seen so many people say he’d degrade you. i can kinda imagine it but i think he’s the typa guy to tell you how pretty you are. would one hundred percent call you “pretty girl,” and “mine.”

he loves kissing you. like, you’ll literally make out for hours before you actually fuck. this man is in love with your lips (both of them, yes) and either kisses you really passionately or like there’s no tomorrow and he’ll die if he doesn't kiss you hard enough.

not only that, he loves teasing you too. doesn’t even matter if you’re in public or not. he’ll purposely say suggestive things and ghost his fingers over your skin. some people will give you extreme side glances, but he knows they’re watching.

“let’s give them a little show, huh?”

when you guys are alone he’ll keep teasing you, but when your clothes are finally off his touch becomes more urgent and needy. why? because the sight of you naked makes him lose his mind. he’ll kiss down your body telling you how pretty you are for him.

let’s just say kaeya loves eating you out. the taste of you on his tongue is intoxicating and he’s obsessed with it.

and if we’re taking elements into consideration here, then think about it. i feel like he could probably make his tongue cold, and he’d replicate the feeling of eating you out with an ice cube in his mouth except there’s no ice cube, just his tongue.

he’ll literally just eat you out for hours and holds your hand while he does it. sometimes he’ll make you sit on his face. at first, you're fine, but fast forward, and you’re shaking, crying, begging for this man to let you go. kaeya could probably suffocate and die between your legs and he’d die a happy man.

your pleads aren’t really convincing. you sound so pretty and kaeya wants to hear more so he keeps going. when he’s finally done you’re overwhelmed.

or, at least, you think he’s done. but then suddenly you’re on your back and he’s thrusting into you. he’s hitting it from the back and your cries are like music to his ears. this man definitely loves doing it doggy style.

that’s not all though. he’ll lean forward, lips next to your ear, and start moaning from pleasure. kaeya has the sluttiest and loudest moans known to man. he whimpers too. and he knows you love it.

“you like it when i moan into your ear like this?”

and when he cums he’s extra fucking loud. no matter where you’re doing it, even if other people are around to hear kaeya will always be loud when he cums. he sounds so pathetic and whiny when he does and you would make fun of him for it, but by the end you’re so fucked out.

he loves how you look when he’s done with you. (both) your lips are puffy, your eyes are glossy from crying, and you’re twitching and shaking beneath him. kaeya will never ever get tired of it.

if he cums inside he’ll go the extra mile and lick the cum dripping from your pussy. you try to protest, still feeling sensitive, but your pleads are replaced with whines of pleasure.

when he is truly done, he’ll tell you how good you did for him. if we’re thinking modern au, he’d one hundred percent ask if he can take a picture of your pretty, fucked out face. and then you two will just lay next to each other, breath heavy. and the cycle repeats.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

tbh i think there are two sides to diluc.

he’s either very rough or normal, and on rare occasions, he’ll be soft.

i think the reason for that is that he acts tough on the outside but is pretty sweet on the inside. so when he meets you he doesn’t know how to act at first, especially during sex. he’d be thinking about whether he should keep up his tough-guy act or not.

i feel like the first time he’s like…average. average in everything. cause he’s scared of intimacy so he just makes sure he’s doing what needs to be done and gets it over with. but then as your relationship progresses, the next time you do it he decides to put his act down and he’s super soft and vulnerable with you.

when he’s soft he’s mainly focusing on your pleasure rather than his. diluc likes fingering you rather than eating you out, but it’s okay because this guy is crazily good with his fingers. he’ll curl his fingers inside of you in a way that makes you go dizzy, and he’ll make you cum multiple times on his fingers before actually fucking you.

one hundred percent talks you through it. he’ll be pushing inside of you, telling you to breathe and relax, to let him take care of you. his thrusts are deep, long, and slow. he’ll do that thing where he slides a hand under your waist and pulls you close to him. and then he whispers how much he loves you.

definitely kisses your neck. he loves kissing your neck so much. he’ll do it before, during, and after. like it’s actually insane he’s obsessed.

when he’s rough though … you’re really in for it lol

he gets really rough when he’s stressed. doesn’t even bother with foreplay or anything, he just drags you into a room and starts fucking you like there’s no tomorrow. he grabs you by your hips and slams into you without relenting. you try to protest but your pleas fall on deaf ears because he keeps on going.

he’ll grab you by your hair and pull your head up. or if you’re riding him, he’ll plant his hands firmly on your waist and hold you still for a second before slamming up into you.

i feel like, if he’s being rough with you, it’d mostly happen in his office. he’ll be stressed out of his mind and call you over. then he’ll bend you over his desk and fuck you until your legs aren’t functional.

“take it. fucking take it.”

he’ll kiss you while he does it, but his kisses are super aggressive and when he’s done your lips are bruised. and he’ll definitely bite and suck at your neck, leaving multiple hickeys and marks everywhere.

poor maids can hear your moans through the walls … when they actually see diluc get mad or stressed they mentally prepare or just leave the winery together.

diluc makes up for his aggressiveness with proper aftercare though. runs you a bath or something and apologizes profusely lol … then carries you to bed because you’re struggling to walk. this happens like twice a week. rest in peace to you.

𓆩♡𓆪 notes : can u tell which one is my fav lol ... its kaeya. i love kaeya sm. luv diluc 2 but kaeya just does it for me

hope you enjoyed!

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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it is i again... strawhats/revolutionaries enjoyer (sabosan/koanami)

im just thinking about oblivious sanji and koala vs struggling sabo and nami

sanji is oblivious because well. he doesnt recognize when someone is attracted to him... and koala is oblivious because shes not 100% sure if nami likes her that way (despite being painfully obvious) (im sure koala would def know but i jsut think it's a little bit funny)

like sabo and nami writing the most romantic letters Ever to their crushes and then sanji's like "? this is from luffy's brother but for who?" (WHO ELSE DOES SABO TALK TO MOST ASIDE FROM LUFFY !!!) and koala just reads nami's letter and goes "aw this is sweet. im sure the receiver is going to appreciate this :]"

(also alternatively, oblivious nami so sabo and koala are Both struggling...) oblivious nami is her not being sure if koala even likes girls so when koala is romantic with her shes just like "??? does she mean this in a friendly way? what does she mean by this?"

Hello, my beloved Sabosan/Koanami enjoyer, may I interest you with my very very normal and not insane feelings about this idea? 🙏🏻 (I am not normal. Nor sane).

Sanji is oblivious because his self-esteem rests at the bottom of the fucking ocean and the guy can't fathom the concept of somebody liking him, even less being in love with him. He goes around the world giving love but the second somebody else returns it he's like "huh, this is nice. I wonder if this feeling has a name. I am sure they're just this nice to everybody else and it has nothing to do with their perception of me". So, yeah, trying to flirt with Sanji is... Hard. On the other hand, Koala is oblivious because, even if she accepts the possibility of Nami liking her back, she doesn't know if it's love or just a short-term crush. They're always joking about Nami having a lot of girlfriends, so for Koala, who probably has only thought about one person besides Nami romantically, it's a bit weird to guess if Nami truly has strong feelings for her.

So this makes Sabo and Nami go absolutely insane trying to find ways to make the other two realize they're in love with them. Without saying it out loud either because despite being in love and often reckless with these things... They don't want to jump to conclusions. They want to court them, or something like that. Sabo is a writer, and we all know that, so he comes up with this plan and starts writing letters to Sanji. They're the most romantic, Jane Austen, poetic letters about yearning in the whole universe. The thing is-- He doesn't personally give them to Sanji, he just leaves them in the kitchen for him to find, because he's a writer but he's also a moron. And Sanji instantly gets jealous and frustrated and "Who- Who is he talking to except me????" because Sabo isn't even that close to the rest of the crew, tbh. He's always with either Luffy or Sanji and Sanji thought they had something special going on. So it's kind of breaking his heart to find the letters, and if he needs some space between them, Sabo thinks he has fucked up by confessing and Sanji doesn't feel the same. Yay! Miscommunication! Meanwhile, Nami steals the idea like the burglar she is and starts writing letters for Koala too. Unlike Sabo, she actually does give them to her, but Koala genuinely thinks Nami is asking for her opinion?? And it makes her extremely sad, but Koala just goes "Oh! This is great, Nami. I'm sure the girl you're in love with will definitely fall for you now" and Nami wants to jump into the sea and drown.

So now you have Sanji, who's not speaking to Sabo because he feels a bit betrayed and it's hard to be next to him now that he thinks Sabo loves somebody else. And Koala, who tries hard to help Nami with the letters and wants to be next to her even if it's to support her with a crush that makes her terribly sad. And both Sabo and Nami are going through the worst time of their lives.

(And Nami being the oblivious one is also really funny because not knowing if a girl is a sapphic or not and having a "is this platonic or romantic????" crisis happens to every lesbian in the world. I raise you, btw, oblivious Sabo for the same reason because he truly thinks Sanji is girl-crazy only).

#this is amazing your asks are always the best #sabosan and koanami living in my mind rent free forever #sabo and nami bonding over the fact that they're pining idiots #koala and sanji bonding because they think their crushes don't like them back #everybody on the crew being extremely done with them and their telenovela #one piece #black leg sanji #cat burglar nami #revolutionary sabo #koala one piece #sabosan #koanami

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sareeen · 1 year

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And we meet again

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N, daughter of Nesta and Cassian, ventured into the Autumn Court again. But her old lover, to whom she had a tender bond, reappears and the overwhelming feelings that once broke them come back to the surface.

A/N: And here I am again. Months ago I promised you a story about Eris. Well, after a long time I managed to finish the chapter I started writing last year. I've been enjoying immensely writing it, especially the ending (badass ;) ) and relaxing a bit because I have an important exam on Tuesday.

I hope you guys will like it too, I'd love to read what you think about it.

English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake. :)

...Eris, baby, let the game begin.

Y/N knew she shouldn't be here.

The Autumn Court had always been off limits to her, her family had told her throughout her childhood that she should never set foot in this area without someone with her.

However, she was a curious nature, so she did. With a smile on her face and her best friend by her side.

But now, five years later, she wasn't happy at all to be here.

The club her best friend had dragged her to was distinctly modern, the kind she had only seen on the Isle of Pearls, from which she had returned two months ago.

The loud, sensual music coming from the walls made Y/N dizzy. The lights were dimmed, creating an erotic atmosphere for the high-ceilinged room where hundreds of fairies were now crowded. The alcohol flowed, the laughter was loud and hands strayed to inappropriate places.

She moved further into the shadows of the corner, trying to attract as little attention as possible. She prayed for only one thing. That she would not meet him.

But as if the Great Mother was playing a mischievous joke on her, the mesmerizing amber eyes were now fixed on her, just as they had been when they first met years ago. Surprise flashed in them, and Eris made his way through the crowd. He didn't need to. The fairies themselves stood aside before the tall, imposing man, who was now heading straight for her.

"Y/N"

The name sounded so strange, yet all too familiar when it slipped out of the man's mouth, just as it had a thousand times before. Like the first time he'd kissed her and whispered her name. Or the time before he'd penetrated her and watched her with heavy, lust-filled eyes. Or after she'd left him and broken his heart.

Y/N had broken him in every way. When she stepped out the door and left him behind, he could almost hear Eris' heart shattering into tiny pieces, something she'd long thought didn't exist. But it did exist and he trusted her enough to give her the one thing that was truly his.

Y/N had to leave him, but it destroyed her perhaps more than Eris himself.

"Eris" Y/N felt numb, as if she were outside her body. The fact that he was so close to her, that she could smell his scent and his astonishing eyes on her, was driving her insane. Their relationship had been forbidden, perhaps even more so now after her family had found out three years ago and had done everything they could to end it.

Eris was saying something, but the loud music made it inaudible, so he leaned over to her ear. Y/N's body stiffened as she felt his breath on her ear and his hoarse voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Y/N looked at him, trying to make out the man's expression, but she couldn't see it clearly in the darkness.

"Balara dragged me away" she replied, but that didn't cover the whole truth. Deep in her heart she wanted to see him, just for a glimpse, to see if he was alright and move on. But Eris's look told the opposite story and he still looked at her as he had when they first met.

It was at a ball. She had heard of him as a child as a cruel and cunning man and had ignored him until they somehow drifted into each other's arms during a waltz. From there, there was no stopping them, their lives spinning just as they did on the dance floor. Correspondence turned into personal conversations, secret meetings even if they only saw each other for moments. Y/N was caught in a windmill that eventually became a hurricane. It was sweeping, devastating.

Eris held his hand as if unable to resist touching it. When their skins touched again, Y/N's heart surged, like a teenager touching a man for the first time. A wry smile tugged at her lips at the thought, for after all, Eris was the first man other than her family members to touch her.

Eris pulled Y/N behind him, who followed. As she always did.

Y/N caught a glimpse of her friend, who was not far away from her in the middle of a men's wreath. Balara nodded at her, which made Y/N's stomach churn. There was another reason they were here now. She was about to do something that every cell in her body was against and she felt dirty. As she thought about it she felt her palms begin to sweat, which Eris sensed and turned back to her. He smoothed back his red hair, now cut into short locks, with the hand he wasn't holding Y/N with. Y/N's palm itched to poke it and adjust it herself.

"Don't be afraid," he said softly, so that Y/N could barely make it out in the noise. The next word she read his lips rather than heard. "Please."

Y/N's throat constricted, unable to get the words out, so she just shook her head. She wasn't afraid of him, Great Mother, she was terrified of herself, afraid that she would collapse on the floor in a moment.

Eris dragged her down a dimly lit corridor and then abruptly dragged her through a door into a dark room. Y/N shrieked in shock, but what happened next chilled her.

He bent down to take her lips. Y/N had a familiar feeling she had always felt around him. Her limbs felt weak, as if her legs didn't want to support her weight, her heart jumped out of her chest and she almost shook with excitement. The way he kissed her was...it was like coming home again. It was soft, warm. Welcoming. Y/N lifted her hand and placed it on Eris's lightly stubbled face, which told her that he probably hadn't shaved this morning. This little thing, knowing him so well, brought tears to her eyes. She missed him.

"Eris," Y/N whispered as they parted. "We can't..."

Eris cut her off.

"To the Cauldron" he breathed and brushed his breath gently over her cheek as if he feared she would disappear at any moment. "I missed you so terribly."

Y/N's felt like a dagger stabbed into her heart at those words. She too suffered terribly from his absence. So much so that she was unable to think of anyone else, to move on. She was as much his prisoner as he was hers. But they could never have each other, and they had to accept that. Y/N tore away from him, groping at the wall, trying to find the door, but Eris clung to her from behind and wouldn't let her. His tall, muscular body trapped Y/N, who finally gave up and snuggled up to him.

"Why are you here?" he asked seriously after minutes of silence. His voice filled the pitch-black, silent room. Y/N swallowed hard, her stomach twisted.

"I told you. We're here to party."

Eris squeezed her gently and drew her even closer. He was almost pulling her into him.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N" he whispered ominously. His magic pulsed, his body heated with the destructive fire inside him, capable of turning the whole damn building into a blazing heap of rubble in an instant. "I know you. I know every twitch, every breath, every muscle in your body. I want to know what you want."

Y/N closed her eyes in agony. To hell with the man for knowing her so well.

"I want you, Eris," she hissed, then placed her hand on his steel-hard forearm and squeezed. "Only you."

He hummed and kissed her hair, then inhaled her scent.

"Whatever you say, my love," he murmured, which made every hair on Y/N's body stand on fire. "But I'm going to find out what you intend to do by coming to me again."

"Eris" Y/N was about to protest but he shut her mouth.

"Just so you know" he leaned in close enough to whisper the words into her skin. "This time I'll break you and not the other way round."

And so their game began again. Neither of them knew which of their shattered hearts would end up even more destroyed.

#eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris x reader #eris x y/n #eris x you #autumn court #acotar

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originalcollectionartistry · 9 months

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You ready, Princess?

I am so sorry my darlings! Things have been hectic in life for me. Between weddings, extra work, and personal stuff, my poor WIPs have been neglected. I promise to figure out time management better so I can grace your dashboards a bit more often.

This one might be a little shorter than previous posts but I did promise some people another fic but with our favourite sniper. This one can be read as a sequel to So Much for Love or it can be read as a standalone. Reader's choice!

CW: Fluff, PiV, rough fucking (we all know Crosshair can be rough when he wants to be), oral m receiving, pet names/degradation (princess, slut, whore), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!)

Word count: 2559

Enjoy my darlings!

It took a long time before your heart started to mend itself. Your love for Tech had consumed you for so long you forgot what being single, truly single, was like. You missed the way he called you darling, mesh’la, cyare, all the pet names. You missed the way he tinkered with little projects when he was not on missions. It was his way of winding down and it was so cute to you. Once he ended your relationship, it was a shocker for you. You took a long-needed week off to collect yourself. You cried almost every night, wanting nothing more than to have Tech beside you with his arm wrapped loosely around your waist. You had no idea when your batch would be back next, but you wished you would be completely moved on by then.

And you were. 322 rotations later, you felt loads better about yourself. Tech was a soldier first and foremost. It wasn’t fair of you to put so much onto him concerning your relationship. So, you picked yourself up, dried your tears, and worked on yourself. You approached Dex about taking more responsibility for his place of business, finally having something taken off your plate. You started working out more, putting time aside for yourself, taking yourself out on dates. You frequented 79’s a lot, getting your rocks off to many different soldiers. You had a type, and it was clear to everyone around you. You had a few flings here and there, but no one had fulfilled you like Tech did. Your heart still ached sometimes in mourning. That was the thing about grief. It never fully went away.

There was one clone that kept you smiling and giggling. Crosshair often messaged you while they were off world, making sure you were still smiling. You had never thought Crosshair would have a soft spot for you. He was… harsh to those he kept at a distance, but you knew his humour didn’t translate a lot of the time. He was snarky, sarcastic. Crosshair never backed up any horrible thing he said as it was always some weird dark humour. It was a humour that made you die laughing at times. The deadpan delivery often getting you off guard and causing a laughing fit.

It was this type of joke that cause you to pause in the middle of a shift. The boys were back on leave for another few days and were eating more than their share of the food the diner had to offer. You had another customer leave you their number and a large tip. Rolling your eyes, you stuffed the credits in your apron before crumping the paper with the number and tossing it.

“Another suitor rejected?” Tech deadpanned.

You smirked, pouring more caf for him. “Oh yes. I don’t get why they think treating me poorly at work will make me want to go out with them! It’s insane.”

It was nice joking around with Tech again. After so long of pretending to be okay with him around when you weren’t, it was a relief when you started being friends again. You both were happy with your separate lives, and it was fun to make fun of the guys who hit on you.

“Perhaps it has worked in the past. Insane people often go for other insane people.” Crosshair joined in.

“Oh, so I’m an insane person now?”

“Well, you went for Tech, so yeah.”

You saw that little smirk playing on his lips. You paused for a hot second, processing what he had said and started to laugh. Tech looked unimpressed at the jab, but you found it hilarious. You did have a thing with Tech and so it made you laugh even more, proving Crosshair’s theory that you were a little crazy. A crazy he didn’t mind being around.

“You have a point there Cross!” You said between giggles. “Maybe I’m more insane than I originally thought.”

They paid for their meals and went back to their barracks, but Crosshair stayed behind a bit longer. He seemed to have an air of confidence around him but a little nervousness creeping around too. He gave you a hug, thanking you for being you. Which caught you off guard. You hadn’t changed anything about yourself so for him to thank you for being you was… confusing to say the least.

He left a little piece of paper in your apron before leaving to join his brothers. You were surprised at how forward he was being. Crosshair was not one to be upfront about his feelings, so you were feeling a little confused at the change in him.

Unfolding the note, you saw instructions. Short and sweet:

Meet me outside 79’s. Tonight at 7. Don’t be late.

Huh... he wanted to meet. Interesting. You guessed this was just him being a friend, trying to get you laid and find a new partner.

You were about to be so wrong.

You showed up, on time as asked, meeting Crosshair in front of the bar. He immediately put an arm around your shoulders and led you away from the bar. Where did this behaviour come from? You liked it, you wouldn’t push him away, but it confused you.

Crosshair, on the other hand, was sweating bullets. Not literally but dear god was he nervous. He had been trying to gain the courage to ask you out for weeks. After you had confirmed you were fully over Tech, he saw his chance. A year later of you working on yourself after Tech had broken up with you, you finally felt back to your old self, and he could make a move. He could finally tell you how he had been harbouring feelings for so long.

He brought you to a small intimate restaurant, where you were seated and brought a bottle of wine. You had always clocked Crosshair as a whiskey or scotch man but if he wanted to drink wine with you, you weren’t gonna complain. You liked Crosshair and had been wondering if you had any attraction to him as of late. He was a good friend and a fantastic wingman as he helped set you up with his brother all that time ago but now that you had moved on… you found yourself picturing the sniper in your dreams and fantasies. When you closed your eyes when screwing a reg, Crosshair’s face illuminated in your mind’s eye. You were hoping this was a date as you did not want to screw your friendship up by asking him out so the fact that he asked you made your heart flutter. You just hoped this was a romantic dinner and not a platonic one.

Taking a sip from your glass you finally asked, “So where did all this come from? It’s not like you to be nervous.”

Cross swallowed a bit before answering. “Well, I wanted to make sure you were over my brother. Cause I have a proposition for you.” Swirling his glass, he waited for your prompt.

“Oh? What kind of proposition my dear? It’s not for a mission, is it?”

Crosshair chuckled a bit at that. You had never left Coruscant and desperately wanted to travel and explore the galaxy, but you weren’t too keen on entering war zones just yet. Crosshair assured you it wasn’t for a mission but for a more… personal nature. He explained his feelings to you bluntly and quickly, wanting to get any rejection over with. You surprised him however, smiling coyly and reaching for his hand.

“I was wondering when you’d ask me out. I just didn’t think tonight would be that night.” Smiling you leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Hiding his excitement, Crosshair teased you a bit more before your food arrived.

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You really did not expect things to move so quickly throughout the night. After dessert you and Crosshair just walked around, seeing what the venders had to offer. When you finally arrived home, you invited him in for a night cap. It had all started so very innocently! Eventually you ended up where you are now: on all fours with Crosshairs cock deep inside your dripping pussy.

“Is this what you were hoping for? Pounding into my wet little cunt?” you teased. Crosshair responded with a tug of your hair and a particularly harsh thrust.

“I’d say it was you who was hoping for this princess. You were so eager to please when we started,” he mocked back.

It was true… Both of you moved in for the first kiss but every time Crosshair would try something: touching your breast, nibbling your ear, sucking your neck; you melted into his arms and became more and more submissive to him. You were utterly his, and you kicked yourself for not realising it for a year. As much as you had loved Tech, you never had as much raw sexual desire as you do now with Crosshair. You clearly were a better match with the sniper and were loving it!

Your thought process was interrupted by Crosshair running his fingers through your hair and pulling you up to his chest.

“I said,” he growled in your ear, “It was you who hoped for this, wasn’t it?”

You whimpered, nodding your head frantically. Babbling incoherently, you affirmed it was you who wanted this to happen. Cross groaned in satisfaction, giving you a particularly hard thrust as reward.

Eventually, Crosshair got tired of not seeing your face and flipped you over onto your back. It was a surprise you welcomed as he immediately pressed his lips to yours, smothering you in his taste. He slipped his hand down to your clit, playing with it in a way that had your legs turning to jelly. You were not going to be able to walk anytime soon.

Your high was approaching fast and you had little to no control of your moans. You were practically screaming in pleasure, begging for just a little bit more. Just enough to get you to tip over the edge!

“Come on, princess! Cum for me!” Cross hissed in your ear.

That was enough and you saw stars. Your legs seized around his waist, keeping him inside you as your whole body convulsed in pleasure. Tears pricked at your eyes as euphoria washed over you. You then felt something poking your cheek and an emptiness from your cunt. Crosshair had slid out and now wanted you to suck him off.

You happily obliged, teasing the red tip, licking your juices off him. Opening your mouth wider, you took him further, tapping his thigh to let him know he could use you. Cross didn’t hesitate, fucking your mouth with such fervor you didn’t think you could stop him, even if you wanted to! You relaxed your throat, allowing him to go further into your mouth. He suddenly pulled out of your mouth, pulling you up by your hair.

“Oh, did I stop before my whore was done?” he taunted. Kissing you fervently, he pushed you back down onto your hands and knees. Gripping your hair, he asked if you were ready.

“Cross, I’ll indicate if I ever am not ready or want to stop! Just fucking fuck my mouth already!”

Letting out a low chuckle, he caressed your cheek before pushing his cock back into your throat. “That’s my good little slut. You want me to cum in your mouth? You want me to fill your throat with my seed?”

You moaned around his cock, sending vibrations down. He shuddered, loving the feeling of your mouth. Now he knew why Tech was always brain dead after a night with you. You were a force damned goddess!

Deep throating, you gagged lightly around his length, wanting him to fill your mouth. You could feel his thrusts becoming stuttered and halted, meaning he was getting close, and you were loving the feeling. The little power trip of making Crosshair fall apart with just your mouth, it boosted your ego far more than it should’ve.

Grunting, Crosshair gripped your hair into a makeshift pony. “Gods, princess! I’m so close! In your throat?”

You sent him a thumbs up as you pushed yourself farther on his cock. No way you were pulling off to give him a verbal affirmation. Plus, it seemed to be enough for Crosshair.

“You ready, Princess?”

He timed it so he came as you were deep on his cock, shooting his cum as far down your throat as he could. He was obviously saving up as you felt overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin. You pulled off and wiped your mouth off, licking what was on your fingers up.

“Hmm,” you grinned. “You taste good Cross! Been saving up for me?”

Pulling you up and curling you into his side in bed, he chuckled. “In your dreams, princess. That’s what you can expect every time I cum in you.”

You laughed a little more before resting in the calm of the afterglow. Your breaths evened out before you closed your eyes.

“Thank you, Cross.”

“For what?”

You tilted your head so you could gaze into his eyes. “For showing me what I’ve been missing out on. I’m willing for this to be a regular thing if you are.”

Smirking, Crosshair popped a toothpick into his mouth. “Don’t you worry doll. I’m not letting you go anytime soon. You’re mine now.”

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4 months later

“Holy Kriff! Cross really did a number on your neck mesh’la!” Wrecker exclaimed.

Your hand went to your throat where Crosshair had recently reignited his previous love bites. You smiled, shrugging it off.

“Yeah, apparently some shiny was checking me out at 79’s last night. Wanted to send a message,” you laughed.

Tech looked up from his data pad, looking over your neck. “It’s normal behaviour for Crosshair to be possessive of what’s his. Although, I’ve never seen love bites look that dark on anyone’s neck. I never left any that dark.” He took a moment to think about your past dalliance with him. Smiling, he added, “Then again, I’m not as possessive nor was I around enough to mark you. But based on your reaction and pride in the marks, maybe I should’ve.”

Crosshair came up behind you, giving your temple a kiss, a shock every time he did it. He never came across as one for public displays of affection but after last night, you’d happily get used to it.

“Getting jealous, Tech? Missing what we had?” you teased, pouring more caf for him.

He shook his head, smiling. “Not at all my dear. It’s quite clear you and Crosshair are a better match than we ever were. I like what we have now. A close friendship based on mutual respect.”

Hunter took a sip of his caf before chirping, “I don’t get why you didn’t cover them. Doesn’t Dex have a decency rule?”

You shrugged a shoulder, taking his empty plate. “In writing he does, not he never has us adhere to it. Plus, I ran out of concealer.”

Crosshair had hidden your concealer. He didn’t want you covering your marks at all. He wanted the world to know you were his and only his.

You were his Princess, and he’d made sure to let the world know at every opportunity.

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #sw tbb #tbb crosshair #crosshair smut #crosshair x reader #the bad batch crosshair #sw the bad batch #crosshair x reader smut #im sorry it took so long

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killerheelsonadiscodancefloor · 1 year

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seeing with new eyes | egon spengler x reader

author’s note: so hi! this is my first little story i’m posting on here, very exciting stuff! i love love love requests so feel free to hit me with them :) i’m planning on putting together more of a comprehensive list of what i write for and such, but for now, ghostbusters fanfic

warnings: purposeful lowercase, jealousy, distant egon, flirting to make someone jealous, possibly ooc (it’s the first time in writing for ghostbusters), lmk if you guys see any i missed

it had only been a few weeks that i had been working with the ghostbusters to help janine take calls and make appointments, and thus far, they were the most exciting few weeks of my life.

i could hardly remember what my day-to-day was like before i scored my job at the fire station. coming in every day at eight to help janine schedule appointments, starting the coffee brewing for the boys, making sure the proton packs were ready for the specters they would face that day. it was all a routine that flowed so well it was practically second nature.

i even fit in well with janine and the ghostbusters themselves. well, almost all of them anyway.

there was ray, with his kind eyes and bright smile, who had immediately gone out of his way to welcome me to the station. he gave me the tour, teaching me all the little tricks along the way- “if you ever have business around here later at night, that stair kinda creaks—peter hasn’t gotten around to getting it fixed yet, you know how that is,” -and always made sure to keep me in the loop regarding information that referred to before i was hired. ray was easy to joke with and fun to share a snack with on our lunch break.

then, of course, winston. he understood better than anyone else what it felt like to join the gang a little later and made sure i knew he was always available to chat with. while spending time with him i learned more of the practical parts of hunting ghouls, “just in case!” he always said. winston was also one to not sugarcoat things and had pulled me aside after my interview to kindly but seriously caution me as to what the job entailed. i cherished the time we spent walking to the local sub shop and fixing up the ecto-1 together.

peter was an unavoidable presence around the station, although not an unwelcome one. the whole flirtatious douchebag bit he had going was a lot less obnoxious once i got to know the snarky but sweet man that laid behind it. peter was truly devoted to dana and seeing them together put a smile on face; this was due in part to how nice it was to see the two in love, but also because it gave me ammunition to make fun of him with. we playfully messed with each other often, switching between several of our running jokes in the same conversation—much to the confusion of the others.

and finally. the ghostbuster that seemed none too fond of me at all: egon. i admired him greatly for all of the things he’d invented while discovering more scientific information about ghosts than anyone in the field before him. and, sure, maybe i also admired the way his hair fell into his face when he was examining a new specimen and the way his eyes lit up as he jotted new findings down into the various notebooks he had scattered about. but that’s not very relevant. at least, that’s what i try to tell myself and janine. but after my first week working here, our interactions had been extremely limited.

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while on my tour from ray, we wandered down to the lab. “this is the spot egon frequents, so if you ever need to find him, this is the best place to look.” ray informs me in a quiet undertone. the stark contrast in the boisterous way he’d been speaking upstairs sobered me. suddenly this whole operation felt much more serious-more real, even. we continued further into the room from the staircase to find egon bent over a microscope.

“egon!” ray greets with a slap on his friend’s shoulder. “ray.” egon mumbles back distractedly. his brows furrow as he adjusts the magnification on the equipment, before moving back and shaking his head.

“hard at work figuring out the molecular breakdown of that goo?” i ask, testing a joke to gage just how professional egon truly was.

while ray smiles, egon merely stares. he seems to be at a loss for words as he considers me and before i can apologize, he rushes out, “yes, actually. we got this when peter got, well, ‘slimed,’ we’ll call it. figuring out it’s exact components could help leaps and bounds in figuring out how exactly these specters manifest and what we can do to stop the influx new york has had thrust upon it.”

“oh! so this is definitely some, uh, important ectoplasm then. i have to admit, i don’t know much on the science side of all of this. would you mind if i borrowed your notes sometime?” i asked, shifting my feet. while it was slightly painful for me to have to ask egon for help understanding, i figured, who better than the brains of the bunch? if i was going to be working here for the foreseeable future, it would be good to have a deeper understanding of the creatures i’d be (indirectly) dealing with.

again, egon hit me with that look, as though he’s never seen something like me before. after an awkwardly long beat of silence, ray nudged egon with his elbow. egon suddenly sprung back to life, quickly maneuvering himself off of his stool and to a desk on the other side of the lab. he grabbed a stapled packet of paper and arrived in front of me, offering it to me with a fully extended arm. “it’s a thesis of sorts, you can read it before i submit it to the new york times.” egon says after i take it, tucking it gingerly into my bag.

i expressed my appreciation and shook his still outstretched hand, introducing myself despite the fact that janine told me she had already told all the guys about me. egon shot me a tight smile, and sensing rather than guessing that he wanted to get back to his ectoplasm, ray moved forward to continue my tour.

three days later, i ventured down to the lab on my own to return egon’s thesis. despite his occasionally overly scientific language, the paper had been a good read. i told him as much when i handed him the papers, making my best attempt at ignoring the flutter in my heart when our fingers brushed. “you thought so? it’s good to hear, peter was saying it may be too advanced for ‘normal people,’” at this point, he did air-quotes with his fingers and i tried my hardest not to be endeared by it. “i think he was just messing with me, ray agreed with me that it was a good middle ground of being too academic and too simple.”

with a jolt, i realized his dark eyes were directed to me for my opinion. “definitely! anything that was kind of complicated, you can deduce through the context. and from what i can tell, peter is always messing with everyone, i wouldn’t take his critiques too seriously.” i reassured, a broad smile on my face as i did so. egon opened his mouth to respond when the siren blared, signaling the beginning of a new case and then end to our conversation.

“well, i’ll catch you later! maybe you can brief me on your goo findings.” i added a wink at the end, trying to get a bit more friendly with the doctor. he stumbled his way through a goodbye before leaving the lab-not seeming to realize that he had his suit down here.

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since that day, it seemed like egon was avoiding me. i wasn’t sure what i had done wrong. maybe the way i joked about his work? but no, he’d seemed fine when i did that before. the fact that i’d read his thesis? then again, egon had been the one to offer it to me.

i took my concerns to ray, where they were promptly overheard by peter.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it, newbie. egon gets freaked about my jokes all the time and we still put up with each other!” he said bracingly, shaking my shoulders to make his point.

ray looked as though he wanted to interject, but winston called him from downstairs. he grinned apologetically and slid down the pole to see why his friend was calling him. before long, peter and i were sharing the left over lo mein on the table and discussing golden girls (a guilty pleasure of his.)

egon entered midway through this conversation without even glancing our way. he began to brew a new pot of coffee with his eyes fixed sternly on the machine. i felt a frown tug at my lips before i was able to pull myself away from analyzing this behavior and back to peter’s reasoning about how sophia was the best character. something was different though, i noted as peter scooted his chair closer to mine. my mind switched rapidly between peter’s sudden flirtatious behavior as he hooked his foot around mine to egon’s tense shoulders and white-knuckle grip on the cabinet.

“what do you think?” peter’s voice drew my eyes to him as i tried (and failed) to not notice egon in my peripheral. “about sophia.” he prompted again.

“oh, well i guess i would agree with you-” i began, before peter whooped excitedly.

“yes! i knew there was a reason i liked you!” he proclaimed, snatching my hand up and pressing a dramatic kiss to it. i raised my eyebrows at his prolonged eye contact before drawing my hand away with a chuckle.

“peter, we both know you only like me for my pretty face.” i joked. “well, it certainly doesn’t hurt.” he fired back quickly. suddenly egon snatched the whole pot of coffe, turning swiftly on his heel and closing the door harshly on his way out. “sheesh. looks like someone’s a tad jealous. you know, for egon being the scientist here, i’d sure love to study his brain. not for his supposed genius either.” peter scoffed good-naturedly.

i blinked at him in shock. “jealous? egon? no way.” i denied easily. the guy was extremely pragmatic and intelligent, i doubted he would let something so petty effect him. that and he’s completely avoided me the past couple weeks.

“watch, i’ll show you.” peter insisted. i stared at him before finally relenting with a roll of my eyes. “what’s in it for you anyway?” i asked. “well, an opportunity to bother egon, not to mention flirt with a beautiful lady-” i cut him off quickly, “goodbye peter!”

and so peter’s plan commenced. he flirted with me to apparently make egon jealous, despite the fact that i was sure egon despised me. when i told ray how ridiculous i felt this whole charade was, he agreed but chimed in with something that shook me. “although, if this is what it takes to get egon to make a move, i guess it’ll be worth it.”

i spluttered in shock. “what? it’s true! me and the other guys are sick of him being too skittish to do anything but stare at you.” ray continued as if he hasn’t just flipped my world upside down.

before i could retort, the door swung open and egon, the man of the hour, entered. ray quickly switched the topic to our shared favorite snack, cheez-itz. i stared incredulously at the choice in conversation but he gave me a look back that said ‘just go with it.’ we continued talking about cheez-itz until he left the room. “that was ridiculous.” i mumbled, putting my head down on my arms. ray patted my shoulder sympathetically, unable to reassure me because it really had been.

the following day, there was a new box of cheez-itz on my desk. i stopped a couple of feet away to examine the scene. “what’s the matter with you? you’re blocking the space.” janine said as she steered me to my desk. i silently pointed at the box.

“oh. huh.” she said, apparently also stumped. “wasn’t there yesterday.” i mumbled. she hummed as she took in the scene, before we flinched in shock as ray roughly opened the door. “(y/n)— oh, did you get more cheez-itz?” he asked reaching for the box.

“no, i guess someone… got them for me.” i concluded with a smile. ray handed them over with a shrug. “wasn’t me.” him and janine chorused. i shook my head. that much had been obvious. i sank into my chair as i tried to figure out who would gift these to me, when peter strolled in.

“venkman! what is this, some sort of courting gift?” i asked with a raised brow. “courting g—what are you talking about?” peter replied in bewilderment. i held up the cheez-itz in answer. “ah, no. not from me anyway. also you’re gonna have a visitor soon—” before he could finish speaking, egon hurriedly enters the room with winston trailing behind him.

“so there’s a party and no one invited me? real cold.” winston joked, coming to stand next to ray at my desk. before any of us could retort, egon turns to me and clears his throat.

“could i talk to you, (y/n)?” he asks, eyes shifting from me to the rest of the room.

i blinked in surprise. what was with these guys and catching me off guard today? “um, sure!” i replied, standing up so quickly that my chair rolled back. egon nodded appreciatively and walked back out into the stairwell. with a nervous glance at janine and the guys, i followed.

i shut the door behind me, finding egon standing tensely in the hallway. “are you alright?” i asked gently. he looked at me contemplatively before asking, “did you know peter is attracted to you?”

my eyebrows raised in shock. egon took this to mean no and continued. “that’s the reason he’s asked you out to dinner. he wants it to be a date.” he stared at me as he waited for my response. “oh. huh.” i said intelligently. i hadn’t been informed of this plan. i guess peter may have just started saying whatever he could to make egon jealous. i refocused when i saw egon take a deep breath in.

“do you want it to be a date?” his voice was strained. “um, i’m not sure. i guess i’d have to think about it.” i trailed off uncertainly. egon’s gaze lingered on my fidgeting hands before he burst out, “(y/n), i’d like to tell you something before you consider this date with peter. i… i have feelings for you.”

my mouth parted as i stared at him in complete shock. sure, i’d been told that egon liked me. peter had even started this whole scheme to prove it. but i never really thought it was possible. now though…

“well. this definitely changes things.” i mumbled, my mind going a thousand miles a minute. egon seemed uneasy and maybe regretful. “i-i’m sorry if i’ve ruined things—”

“you haven’t.” i replied firmly. i stepped closer and took his hand in mine. egon’s dark eyes searched mine before he slowly leaned in, bringing the hand not holding mine to rest against my collar bone and play with my hair. a smile involuntarily curled my lips up until i couldn’t contain myself anymore. swiftly, my hand caught his tie and i pulled him to me until our lips pressed together.

egon’s hand moved from mine up to my back and he pressed me closer to him, deepening the kiss with the new angle. i brought my other arm around his shoulders to keep my balance. he was a bit taller than me, and kissing him had me on my tip toes.

“does this mean we aren’t going out this weekend?” venkman’s pouty voice broke me and egon apart. his grip on my waist tightened slightly. “the jig is up peter. you can go crawling back to dana now.” i snickered. “yeah, well, sacrifices needed to be made. she’s been waiting on you two to get together longer than me.” peter replied with an overly dramatic roll of his eyes. he exited with a ‘you’re welcome!’ called over his shoulder. loud cheers erupted after he entered the room again.

“going off all the noise, i guess everyone knows we’re together now.” i hummed, turning to look back at egon. he stood with a puzzled furrow between his brows. “so all of the flirting peter’s been doing, it was all to make me jealous?” he asked. “yeah, he said there was no way you’d confess otherwise.”

at egon’s scoff, i raised an eyebrow. “well, would you have? confessed?” i inquired with a grin. his silence was answer enough. i began to giggle while egon merely shook his head and pulled me closer. “maybe venkman’s smarter than we all think.” he mumbled into my hair. i only laughed harder at this, clutching egon’s shoulders.

“so, wait—” i said, pulling away so that i could see egon. “the cheez-itz, were those you?” i asked in wonder. egon ducked his head, smiling bashfully. i gasped dramatically. “look at you being all romantic with the secret admirer stuff!”

egon moved closer once more, pressing another gentle kiss to my lips. “well, it’s not so secret anymore.” he whispered, before i pulled him in once more. at least now i knew that egon definitely didn’t dislike me.

tags! @maraudermap000

#egon spengler x reader #egon spengler one-shot #egon x reader #ghostbusters fanfiction #ghostbusters x reader

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visceravalentines · 2 years

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Dilf!Bo Sinclair NSFW Alphabet

This past week Fireworks, my original dilf Bo fic, surpassed 1k notes. I am absolutely blown away. I stumbled completely by accident into this community and met so many creative, thoughtful, wonderful people who are down so bad for this bullshit mechanic and his recluse brothers. Thank you thank you thank you for all of the support and sweet words and reblogs and discussions. I really, truly have so much love for you guys.

So here is a little thank you: 1800 words about what Mr. Sinclair likes in bed. And although there are some references to events in past updates, the majority is self-contained and gender neutral.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bo has long been accustomed to low-stakes hookups with acquaintances (or dubious trysts with unfortunate victims), so he's not particularly snuggly after sex. He likes to sit with you and smoke, outside or in bed with the window open. The exception: if your activities were particularly…strenuous, especially for you, he can’t leave you alone. Wants to clean you up, wrap you up, hold you close and press kisses to your forehead. He’s so proud of you for trusting him. If he feels like he got too aggressive, he’ll get moody and you have to shower him with praise and reassurance.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his face including that killer jawline; it’s proven time and again to be one of his greatest assets. He also likes his hands, likes to see them wrapped around your neck or wrists or his fingers laced through yours. He likes your hands too, and he’s an ass man through and through. Squeezing, spanking, biting, he’s a nuisance.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Really likes the way you taste. Will happily lick you off his fingers. Doesn’t mind the way the two of you taste together either, the kinky bastard. His favorite place to cum is inside you hands down, but if you’re not comfortable with that, he’s happy just to aim in your general direction.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s waiting for the right time to ask you to peg him. He’s a power bottom, but not for everyone. He almost trusts you enough to suggest it, but not quite. Not just anyone gets a piece of that ass.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You know he knows what he’s doing. He knows what he likes and he’s got some tricks up his sleeve. However, he’s patient with you if you’re less experienced, and in fact, he kind of likes it. He likes expanding your horizons, wants to be your first and only in some respects, but he’ll never turn down a worthy counterpart who knows a few tricks of their own. Sometimes he assumes you’re more innocent than you are because in his mind, he’s corrupting you beyond saving (and he’s so into it).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s a sweetheart, he likes missionary so he can be as close to you as possible, full body contact, your pretty lips right by his ear. He does have a soft spot for letting you be on top though. He likes watching you think you’re in charge.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a goofball in the leadup, likes teasing and flirting with you, but he’s all business once you get down to business. He takes himself kind of seriously and is focused on making sure you’re both having a good time. Funny enough, the more intense the scenario (strapping you hand and foot into a chair as a random, non-specific example), the more jokes he’s got.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Keeps everything below the bellybutton at least trimmed if not completely shaved. He’s not naturally very hairy aside from his chest. All his hair, including on his head, has lightened some with age from that lovely dark walnut to a softer, more golden brown.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

God, he’s so into you. You’re the only thing in the room. He cannot take his eyes off you, and why would he want to? He doesn’t want to miss a moment, not one microexpression. He’s obsessed. He’s never been so enamored with someone before. Sex he’s familiar with, but intimacy? Intimacy is new to him and he can’t get enough of it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Once a day keeps the urologist away. Really likes thinking about you, especially if your relationship is still a secret and it’s the middle of the week and he’s not going to get to spend any quality time with you for a few more days. He will never tell you this, but he also has a library of previous experiences that he pulls from regularly, ones that are a little less soft and sweet than you are. Ones that involve tears and screaming and desperate bids for mercy. He burned most of the polaroids, but you can’t burn memories.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

That daddy kink tho. He did not know he had a daddy kink until he met you. When you sprung it on him at the farmer's market, he was so focused on the fuckboy hitting on you that it was like walking into a clothesline. He played it cool but hearing you call him Daddy gave him butterflies. Enjoys enacting bondage on his partner; it’s a hard limit for himself. He’s less about shibari (that’s Vincent’s territory 😉) and more about harnesses and cuffs. Loves edging you, especially if it gets you to plead for him in explicit detail about what you need from him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Is it on planet Earth? He loves it. He beat you there and his pants are gone. The world is his bedroom. The thrill of maybe getting caught never gets old for him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you show any amount of skin. When you do something thoughtful for him. When there's a chance someone might catch you or see you doing dirty things to each other. When you show him you trust him, that you’re not put off by his age or his scars or his proclivities or the fact that sometimes he gets gruff and stormy. Also loves when you beg for anything in any context. Even just saying his name in the right tone of voice riles him up.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As previously stated, you will never be able to tie him up. Has zero interest in sharing you with anyone else; you’re all his and only his. He likes pushing you out of your comfort zone, maybe even overwhelming you a little, but he does not want to push you to the point of tears because part of him would be absolutely wrecked by this and part of him would be so into it that it genuinely scares him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a giver, darlin’. Loves that he can reduce you to nothing but nerves with just his mouth. Genuinely enjoys giving head and is damn good at it. Also will never turn down a blow job, especially in a semi-public place.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Bo really likes taking his time with you. He’s in no rush for the moment to end. He likes a slow build, kisses and touches while shedding one article of clothing at a time. That’s not to say he’s opposed to impromptu fucking on the kitchen table or a ride in his truck on the way home. Just that he considers you more of a meal than a snack.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’ll take what he can get, especially when you have to keep things a secret and often don’t have a lot of alone time. There’s something terribly appealing about taking you hard and fast on his lunch break or in the last few minutes before your parents get home.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bo’s taken enough risks for several lifetimes and he really thought he’d grown out of it until you came home for the summer. Being with you, being anything to you is a huge risk to the life he’s built. But he loves it; you reminded him how much fun it is to lay it all on the line. Especially when the reward is something so worthwhile. He took a serious gamble when he hit on you at the block party, even moreso when he followed you up to your bedroom, and it’s paid off more than he could’ve imagined.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s got one, maybe two rounds a day in the tank. He’s not quite as hot-blooded as he used to be. But that’s okay, he’s creative and he never gets tired of making you squirm. He’s got great stamina (unless you whine too pretty too soon).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You don’t even gotta ask, you already know. 😈

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bo is a horrible tease, but he always delivers. He only enjoys withholding what you want long enough to make it that much sweeter when he finally lets you have it. He gets no pleasure from actually denying you, but it sure is fun to torture you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Muttered curses under his breath. Filthy expressions of desire that barely make it off his tongue. Grunts that transform midway into helpless whines. Terms of endearment that he whispers like prayers for absolution.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would love to do a boudoir photoshoot of you. Thinks about it a lot, actually. Has plans in his head for pictures of you in various states of undress, in his clothes, in lingerie or fetish gear he chooses for you. His concepts range from classy shots with a digital camera to grainy polaroids of you with him in your mouth. He’s gonna turn the idea over in his head for a while longer before he suggests it to you. He really hopes you say yes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Bo’s dick is as pretty as his face. He’s a solid six inches, straight as an arrow, circumcised. He boasts a fair few scars on his body from the first two-thirds of his life, but nothing compares to the glowering pink bands around his wrists and ankles. He’s active and in decent shape but he’s got that middle-aged-man dad bod that makes him good to cuddle.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s always had a high sex drive and even if it started tapering off as he got older, you’ve reawakened something in him. More than just sex drive though; physical touch is a love language he is particularly receptive to and he communicates his feelings for you in the way that he always has a hand on you any chance he gets.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

So fast. Bo works hard and plays hard and his conscience is just clean enough that he passes right out. Of course, the bed is too big on the nights you don’t stay. He most definitely sleeps better with you beside him.

If you enjoyed this and want more sweet and sexy Southern goodness, there's about 22,000 more words where these came from (linked below) and many more to come! Please note the regular fic updates feature an AFAB reader. Up until now, this fic hasn't had a title, but from here on out I'll be calling it A Gentleman and a Scoundrel.

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A Place of Business

Insatiable

Peaches & Strawberries

All the Time in the World

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