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plebeiangoth · 23 days
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Need a little cosplay help if anyone knows any solutions!
My ears stick out from my head at about 90° and I'm trying to find a good way to make them lay a little closer to my head for my Astarion cosplay, because with the big ears on I look more goblin than elf.
Is there a good way to pull them protrude less?
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luveline · 5 months
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Hey jade!! i love your writing so much<3
Also what do you think of prison!spencer × Stripper!reader?👀
im not sure if this is what you meant but I hope you like it ♡ fem, 1.2k
"Too much," you murmur to yourself, tilting your head one way and then the other. The bags under your eyes have been dark lately from a severe lack of sleep, but all this makeup won't help make tips. "Way too much." 
You lean back to ask one of the girls for a wet wipe but the dressing room is empty. Swearing to yourself, you duck down for your bag. You have tissues, and they'll have to do it. 
Things have been hard since Spencer's… event. You don't sleep well without him, worse wondering what it is he's going through right now. His friends don't really know that you're seeing one another, and so being kept in the loop has felt akin to begging for scraps. You miss Agent Hotchner in times like this. He always had a soft spot for you. 
You hum a song under your breath as you rub the cakey makeup under your eyes. Washing your face would be nice. Going home would be better. You've been trying to make some extra money in case Spencer never comes home; you won't have his security to fall back on if things fall apart here. 
You don't want his security. You just want him to come home. Sighing, you pick up your phone and open the gallery app. It's a second hand thing you got at a pawn shop but it has enough storage to keep as many blurry photos of your boyfriend as you'd like. Pictures of him everywhere and doing everything, his big smile like a beacon. 
You stop scrolling when you find the one you want. It's favourited with a red heart at the bottom of the screen. Spencer took it, you remember —you were too busy kissing his cheek to navigate the settings. He looks happy. You could never understand how happy he is to be with you, how through everything, a long time of knowing one another and a hundred thousand acts of a kindness you didn't deserve, he's stayed by your side. He doesn't care that you're a dancer. He's proud of your choices. He loves you for you, even if he does get a little jealous every now and then. 
You lay your phone down on the dressing table, cheek flat beside it. "Time to come home, Dr. Reid," you whisper. 
Your phone pings and you ignore it. It pings again and you turn off your notifications. It's probably Spencer's nice friend Penelope, or one of the girls wanting to borrow something. 
You shed your robe to look yourself over in the mirror. The lingerie you're in tonight's not to your taste but a fan favourite, the bra and underwear both plum in colour with lace and black garters to be clipped. You turn to one side and narrow your gaze at a ladder running up your leg. 
You save a bottle of clear nail polish in your bag for this occasion. 
You're sitting on the floor with your leg out in front of you when someone knocks on the door. The girls don't knock. 
If it's a patron you have a taser, and besides, they don't usually knock either. A bouncer, then. 
"Come in, please!" you call lightly. 
You don't bother looking up, a creature of habit. It'll be the same thing as usual, insert man wants to buy insert dance from you for insert amount of time. Are you interested? 
You hum as you paint the rip in your garter. The nail polish will stop it from ripping any further, but you're going to need new ones. 
"You're prettier than when I left. How did you do that?" 
You tip the bottle over as you flinch, you don't care, you look up at the compliment and the familiar voice, and find Spencer standing in the doorway. 
You've pictured this moment multiple times a day since the day he was arrested, hundreds of reactions. In pretty much all of them you throw yourself into his arms and beg him not to leave again, but all those hours of missing him coalesce on top of you. You want desperately to touch him and you end up crying into your hands instead. Tears quicker than you knew they could arrive, hot and thick as your sob. 
"Hey," Spencer says, kneeling down in front of you. He takes your wrists into his hands. "Hey… don't cry." 
You can't help it. 
He wraps his arms around you and lets you sob. "I thought you'd be happy to see me," he murmurs. 
"I missed you," you say, the words dragged from you like agony on a hook. 
"I missed you too." He rubs your back. If he cares that you're in your underwear he doesn't have much to say about it. He eventually started making jokes about all of this stuff when he realised you wouldn't be offended, but he's never cruel about anything. He's far from it now, pulling your shoulder into his chest as he pats your arms. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm really sorry. It got out of control. But, on the bright side…" 
You sniffle and pull your gaze up to his face. When you see the hollows of his cheeks you almost start crying again. "What?" you ask. 
"Well, now I'm cool enough to be your boyfriend." 
You push him backwards and crawl into his lap, knees on either side of him, weight against his abdomen. Your arms weave behind his head and you push your cheek into his likely too hard to be painless. He just sighs in relief. 
"Do you have something in your pocket?" you whisper, your voice stuffy. "Or was prison very hard?" 
He laughs and digs in between you to pull the little box that had been digging into you out of his pocket. "It's for you." 
"Don't want it." 
"I don't care if you want it. I missed our anniversary." 
"I missed you," you say, clinging to him for dear life.
You can't stop hugging him long enough to look. 
Eventually, he peels you off of the floor and you get dressed to go home with him. It takes a long time —you keep stopping to hug him between items of clothing, checking that he's real, that's he's him, even if he looks different now. He has to take the reins or you'll never make it home, pulling your coat over your shoulders and zipping it closed. 
When he's done, he takes your face into both hands. "You've been safe while I was gone? No trouble?" he asks. 
"Nobody messes with me. My boyfriend's in the FBI." 
"Well, we're taking a vacation." He blows out a big breath. "Jesus, I'm sorry, but I really need to kiss you right now." 
"Even though I look junky?" 
"You look perfect." He kisses you before he's finished, his praise smothered by your lips. He kisses you so hard you can't breathe by the end of it. "I'm sorry," he says, pressing a softer one under your eye. "Prison was actually pretty hard." You lean in, lingering nose to nose with him. "I couldn't sleep without you near me." 
"You're only saying that 'cos you saw me in my underwear." 
"Yeah, that's exactly why." He practically giggles. "No, I just love you."
You couldn't sleep without him either. You get home and sleep for days, tangled with each other in bedraggled sheets. 
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hemoglobinjude · 3 months
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Forgotten - Jude Bellingham x reader (part 1)
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Summary: you and Jude had been best friends for as long as you could remember. When he had his big shot at Dortmund, he cut you off with no explanation. During winter break after Jude’s first stint at Real Madrid, you come face to face for the first time in three years at your families’ annual Holiday festivities.
A/n: This will be a three part Mini-series. Part 2 Part 3 out on 31st Dec. Enjoy!
Warnings: angst
Part 2 | Part 3 (soon to be posted)
When you see *this* form of text between dashes (-) it’s a flashback
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“Yes, Mum. I’ll be home by the 22nd I promise you. Uni finishes on the 20th so I’ll come home as soon as possible after then.” You say into the phone pressed between your shoulder and left cheek as you take out your suitcase from under your bed.
You open the suitcase and lay it flat on your bed, beginning to pack all of your clothes and necessities you need to take home from University.
“Is Turkey okay for Christmas Dinner? We have guests this year for both Christmas and New Year’s so I’m trying to impress” your mum worries down the phone.
“I’m sure it will be lovely, if they don’t like it they can pack up and go home. Besides, who are these guests?” You ask, not remembering when she told you that guests were staying when you agreed to come home.
“You’ll remember them, I’m sure. Just bring some flowers and chocolates down with you as gifts for them for under the tree” she advises you, the apprehension in her voice making you slightly inquisitive.
“I’m struggling to feed myself this term at Uni, mum, do you seriously think I can afford to buy presents for people I don’t even know” you complain while haphazardly shoving clothes into your suitcase.
“You do know them. And don’t be so ridiculous, Darling, you can spare a few pennys. It’s Christmas after all”
“Right. Well I need to go, you know, school and all that” you huff.
“Yes, I’ll see you in a few days. Don’t bring home this sour mood. The guests will already be here when you arrive.” Your mum replies.
“Why are you being so evasive about these guests who are they-" you start but before you can fully question her, she’s hung up.
“My own mum just hung up on me, great.” You whisper to yourself as you finish packing the final bits that you need, leaving your makeup on your vanity to be packed on the day you leave.
“We are going to be late for our lecture let’s go!” Your flatmate calls out to you from outside your room.
“Coming!” You reply before grabbing your bag and laptop and leaving.
-
You huff as you stand shivering at the train station.
The temperature has dropped significantly since you started your journey home.
The scarf and large coat encompassing your body not doing much to shield you from the chill, your breath visible as you wait.
Just as you go to take a seat on one of the metal benches perched outside on the platform of your local station, your phone pings with a text notification.
Mum: here x
Read 19:31pm
‘Superb, only ten minutes late’ you think.
You wheel your suitcase out into the small, desolate car park in your home town seeing your mums car blaring her headlights at you.
You open the boot of the car to sling your massively overpacked suitcase in before closing it and getting in the passenger seat. Luckily the car was warm.
“How are you, my love. I missed you” your mum says as she pulls you into a hug, kissing the side of your head.
You sigh into her, feeling the comfort and familiarity of home.
“I’m okay, just tired” you reply, pulling away from the hug and putting your seat belt on.
“Well don’t be too tired, we’ve got to have dinner with the guests yet.” She replies and you can’t help but let out a long sigh.
“Hey don’t be like that, it’s your fault for getting the late train. Also, you knew the guests would be here today so don’t act like it’s news” she retorts after seeing the face you pulled.
“Sorry. Who are these people anyway?” You try and press her again but she just brushes you off.
“If you’re that tired, try and sleep, I’ll wake you up when we get home.” She says and you would try and fight her, but fighting sleep is harder.
“We are here” your mum says as she shakes your shoulder lightly.
You blink your eyes as you wake yourself up fully, taking in your surroundings.
Your childhood home is covered in Christmas lights head to toe, the trees in your garden shining bright with decorative festive items as a light dusting of snow covers your drive.
Just as you get out the car, your eyes hone in on a license plate you coukd recognise anywhere.
“Are you kidding me?” You ask your mum in a hostile tone.
“Please, not now” she dismisses you as you continue up the drive.
“No seriously. Why do you think this is okay?” You feel your irritation rise as the memories you’ve tried to shut out for so long come back.
“Stop it!” Your mum whisper shouts.
Suddenly, you go calm and stop in your tracks as your mum approaches your front door.
The lights from inside the house glowing a warm yellow out the windows.
She turns to face you before her hand reaches the door handle at the sound of your halted footsteps.
“Is he here?” You ask calmly, too calmly for your mums liking.
She doesn’t reply, she turns around and opens the door, breaking down the final piece of security between you and him.
“We’re back” you hear your mum call as a smile lights up her face, her body once dark from the night sky now lit up so you can see her Christmas jumper in all of its glory.
“For Christ sake” you mumble before grabbing your suitcase and dragging it behind you into the door, taking one final deep breath.
“Honey!” Your dad calls the moment you enter the house, shutting the door behind you while you sling your suitcase in and take your shoes off.
“Hi, Dad.” You mumble back, a smile on your face as you slip into the comfort of his arms. His body warm as you nestle into him.
“How’ve you been?” He asks while rubbing your back, you close your eyes so you don’t see over his shoulder the moment you hear additional footsteps.
“Yeah, alright” you respond as he tries to pull away, you aren’t quite ready but you relent.
He takes off your coat as you come face to face with someone you never thought you’d see again.
“Hello, Sweetheart.” Denise says as she pulls you into a hug. You had managed to weasel your way out of every christmas since that final one you shared with the family in front of you, so you hadn’t seen her in the best part of three years.
“Hello, Denise. You look well” you reply, your body slightly stiff despite having once found comfort within her arms many times after a fallout with your own family.
“So do you. You look beautiful, you’ve grown so much” she says as she pulls away, looking over you with her hands on your shoulders still.
“Yeah, I guess” you reply before she moves aside revealing Mark.
“Hey, Munchkin. You’re not so little anymore” he says to you with a laugh and his infectious smile before he hugs you too.
Your eyes widen at all the hugs you’ve been receiving when Jobe appears behind his dad with a smirk on his face.
You pull away from Mark after you greet him back before you head towards Jobe.
“Mum and Dad keep doing that hugging thing all the time now. I hate it but they say it’s about pride and all that. Embarrassing after a match if you ask me” he huffs with a slight smirk and you can’t help but laugh at him.
“Ah yes. Sunderland now right?” You ask and he nods at you proudly. “How’s that going?” You ask him.
“Yeah really well thank you. I scored the winner against Leeds not long ago” he replies.
“I saw that” you say and he looks at you in shock.
“Really? Wow, thanks” he says to you before pulling you into a little one armed hug.
“Thought you didn’t like hugs?” You tease him.
“I can make exceptions. What?” He replies before catching you looking at him weirdly.
“You’re so tall now. Taller than me” you say to him. Slightly in shock at how the little boy you were once super close with is now not so little.
“I know. I’m even taller than Jude now. Sorry” he says, his tone going quiet after he realises.
“What about me?”
You instantly stiffen as you hear his voice. It’s deeper now, more mature, but it’s still his.
“Nothing” Jobe quickly dismisses before your mum ushers everyone into the dining room having sensed the tension suddenly looming in the air.
Everyone leaves for the dining room in a hurry leaving you and him in the hallway.
“Hi” he starts.
“Don’t” you shut him down before he can’t even start.
“Look-”
“No, Jude. I mean it” you say, your tone matching the look on his face. Cold.
You walk into the dining room, plastering a smile on your face before sitting down at the dining table.
“Smells lovely, mum” you reassure her, knowing how worried she was about the turkey dinner.
“It does, thank you” Jude says and you send daggers his way, him smiling bitterly at you.
“Oh before we start, would you mind getting a jug of water for the table, dear?” Your mum asks you and you nod at her, standing up and walking to the kitchen.
You reach into a cupboard and take out the jug before filling it up with ice and water.
“How familiar” his voice breaks the tranquility in the kitchen as you look over your shoulder to see him leaning against the door way.
“Yes your incompetence and unhelpfullness really is familiar” you reply as you shut the tap off, the jug now full.
“Ouch. I’m helping” he says, a fake pained expression on his face making annoyance grow within you.
“Yep” you say bluntly, bumping your shoulder with his as you exit the kitchen and enter the dining room, placing the jug on the table.
“Thank you” your mum says, “let’s dig in” Jude comes back in and everyone begins to eat.
-
“Do you know how rude it is to laugh at someone?” The under 6s tournament referee shouts at you as you sit cross legged at the edge of a pitch, another two teams match ongoing.
“Yeah” you reply, your kit drowning you as you try not to laugh.
“This is supposed to be fun. Laughing at someone falling over a fall isn’t nice or fun. Understand?” He continues to shout at you, players from your team and parents from the other competing teams look over.
“Yep” you huff rolling your eyes.
“I can’t believe a 6 year old would act like this. Come on, your on water bottle duty. Pick these up” the man shouts as he gestures towards a plastic box filled with water bottles of the other kids competing.
You pick them up before trailing behind the referee over to the water fountain on the field of the hosting school.
Just before you get there, you come across a boy say at the edge of another pitch, picking grass.
“Do you know how rude it is to pick grass of a school that’s kindly hosted this tournament?” The man shouts at him.
The boy peers at you, his brown eyes looking at you with slight humour as you try and bite a smile from behind the man.
“Yeah” the boy says before laughing at the man.
“Right, follow me. You’re both in water bottle duty”
The man leads the two of you over to the water fountain instructing you to fill all of them up before returning them back to their owners.
He then leaves.
“I’m y/n” you introduce yourself to the boy after calming down from your shared giggle fit.
“I’m Jude” he replies as you begin to fill all the water bottles while he stands there and screws the cap on.
“I’m doing most of the work here” you say to the young boy you just met.
“You laughed at a kid falling over” and with that, 6 year old you knew she’d made a best friend for life.
She was wrong.
-
“Y/n?” You hear someone call your name, drawing to attention back from those memories you didn’t want to keep.
“I’m sorry?” You say.
“Denise was asking whether you are enjoying your University course?” Your mum repeats, slight annoyance in her eyes.
“Oh I’m sorry. Uh, yeah I guess so. A lot of essays though” you reply, Denise smiling in response.
“I didn’t know you ended up with an essay subject?” Jude questions you, his gaze intense.
“Yeah well” you dismiss him, annoyance still in your tone.
“You got your dream placement though, right? The one you always wanted” Jobe asks you, he’s the only one you’ve really attempted to keep in touch with, although still rarely.
“I did, yes. I can’t wait” you say, an actual smile on your face now as most people finish up their dinner.
“Placement?” Jude asks, the annoyance in you finally having reached capacity.
“Yeah, you’d know if you’d bothered to text” you say nonchalantly, all little conversations seizing to a dead silence.
You continue to chew the last bite of your food without even looking up until your mums cutlery comes crashing down on her plate.
You freeze.
“Y/n that was so rude and inappropriate” she scolds you as the table falls awkward and unnatural.
“Rude” you scoff, remembering the first time you and Jude met.
“I cannot believe you” your mum shakes her head, her face like thunder as you set your cutlery down and wipe your mouth with your napkin.
“Right” you say before getting up from your seat and walking out.
You head outside for some fresh air and peace but you know that’s unattainable when you hear the door open and someone walk outside behind you.
-
You knock on the door of Jude’s house, the little care package you put together for him in your hands as you wait.
Finally, the door opens to see Mark.
“Ah, y/n. Happy belated 17th birthday!” He says to you with a slightly confused look on his face, “can i help you?”
“Thanks, Mark. Is Jude home? He hasn’t been replying to my messages so I thought I’d bring round a little care package, figured he was sick” you reply to him.
“Y/n…” mark says solemnly, “did he not tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“He got a transfer to Dortmund, in Germany. He’d been doing so well at Birmingham, they wanted to sign him. He left on the weekend with Denise.”
“Y/n…” he says after seeing you hadn’t replied.
-
“Y/n” Jude calls out from behind you, the door shutting behind him.
“No! I don’t want to speak to you” you say, turning around to face him.
“Please, i just want to talk” he says, an odd mixture of annoyance and despair in his voice.
“You lost that privilege when you left without even a text to say you were going. For that I can never forgive you.” You say before storming past him, back up your drive and up to your front door.
Only the door handle won’t move when you try to open the door. “Oh no”
“What?” Jude says, not too far behind you.
“They locked us out”
-
A/n: so part one is out.
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yawnderu · 3 months
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"Please." You beg, needy kisses planted all over his face as he gropes you, one hand firmly kneading the fat of your ass while the other one is holding your neck gently, making sure you don't try to give him more neck kisses. He's already painfully hard, he doesn't need you making it even worse— not when he's having so much fun teasing you.
"I'll think about it." You can see the smugness painted all over his face, not allowing you to touch yourself yet refusing to fuck you even when you're all needy and willing for him, ovulation almost driving you crazy. His rough hand slips into your pajama shorts, squeezing the bare skin of your ass. You cling closer to him, eyes closing and fingers squeezing his strong arms.
"You're so fucking rude." Your desperation is cute, his smirk growing wider as he lets go of your neck and allows you to hide your face on the crook of his neck, planting open-mouthed kisses.
"If you don't fuck me, I'll find someone else who will." The empty promise gets his attention, dark eyebrow raising in mild annoyance despite the way he tries to keep showing you he's unaffected by your words. He knows you won't— but what if you actually try doing that? His ego bruises a little, grabbing your wrist and guiding your hand to cup his painfully hard cock, almost groaning at the feeling when you start to rub him through his sweatpants.
"Think someone else has a fucking cock this big?" He presses your hand closer to his clothed dick, helping you rub him up and down faster. Your lips crash against his to shut him up, ovulation throwing all shame out of the window as your hands explore each other's bodies.
You hesitantly break away from the kiss, already pulling his sweatpants down and hooking them under his balls, getting to action so fast that he can barely register. You're between his open legs, licking teasing stripes up and down his shaft, feeling him throb underneath your flat tongue.
"Fuck." His hand goes to the back of your head, guiding your open mouth to the tip of his cock, head throwing back when he feels you latch onto the tip. It's too much— his tip was leaking from the moment he saw how needy you were for him, yet you're making things so much worse for him now. Your tongue runs circles over his sensitive tip, tasting and spreading the salty precum all over before you start taking him in, sucking in your cheeks to make him feel even better.
His hands move your hair away from your face before cupping your cheeks and starting to thrust up into your needy throat. You relax your muscles as much as possible, feeling him hit the back of your throat as your nose makes contact with the his dark, curly pubes.
"Attagirl." He praises lowly once you take him all the way inside your throat, starting to fuck into you faster and faster, the wet sounds of your throat and saliva driving him closer to the edge even when you just started. He can't help it— you look too fucking pretty with your makeup all messed up, spit dripping down your chin and with his thick cock all the way down your throat.
Half-lidded eyes look down at you as he holds the back of your head, pushing his cock as deep as possible into your throat before shooting ropes of salty cum, the sounds of your gag reflex being triggered and the coughs you try to let out even when his cock is buried into you simply make it hotter for him, only letting go once you slap his thigh softly. He gently pulls out of you, breaths coming in ragged as he tries to recover, feeling your tongue lapping at his softening cock and cleaning him up before pulling his sweatpants back up.
"Come here." He encourages you once he's able to breathe normally, letting out a content sigh once you're cuddling him up and laying your head on his chest. His arms wrap around you and he plants gentle kisses on your forehead, baby blue eyes looking down at you with nothing short of raw adoration.
"Give me a few and I'll be ready to fuck you." He promises in a whisper, one of his rough hands sneaking into your pajama shorts, a deep chuckle escaping his lips when you instantly open your legs for him.
"So fucking wet." He sounds amused as his fingers make contact with your folds, teasing the entrance before rubbing small circles on your puffy clit. Lovely girl you are, making him cum first even when you were this wet the whole time.
His free hand cradles your head, angling it up so he can plant his lips on yours and muffling your whiny moan as his thick fingers begin to enter your cunt, giving you time to ease up to his touch.
His tongue wraps around yours, pushing your head closer to his to be able to kiss you as deep as possible as his fingers curl into your cunt, thumb rubbing your clit in gentle circles. He pushes his fingers in and out of your cunt, spreading the wetness all over and going back inside, fingering you faster until you can't contain your moans anymore.
You break away from the kiss, face hiding on the crook of his neck and taking in his smell, hand coming up to grasp his strong forearm as he fingers you deeper and faster. It doesn't take long before your orgasm hits, whiny moans leaving your lips as your hips involuntarily thrust up, making him go deeper as you ride out your orgasm.
He pulls his fingers out of you slowly, guiding them to his lips to lick off the mess you made, tasting you. The corners of his lips tug up into a smirk as he sees your slightly embarrassed expression, playfully pushing your head out of the way.
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ctrlchar · 2 months
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hello ! ( request heavily inspired by your jake nsfw alphabet) could you please write a smut where the reader cries and he’s praising, using pet names, etc. and then after he’s all fluffy and lowkey pussy drunk please ? thanks
(i love how you write jake btw xoxo <3)
a/n: thank you for the request!! and tysm i’m glad you enjoy it! also title comes from bastard by mötley cruë
please baby please
for the past while your boyfriend had been pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you,barely stopping in between. his rough hands had been holding you close to him as his hips rocked in and out of you.
he plays with your tits pinching the nipples between his fingers alternating from one to the other
his gruff moans filling the air as he began to get closer to his release. the feeling had become too much for you as you got that familiar knot in your stomach once again. your moans going up in pitch as he began to push into you even faster.
and almost in sync the two of you both came soaking the sheets below with Jake pulling you into a deep kiss in the process.
after a couple of moments, he begins to move his kiss from your mouth down to your chest “you make me feel so good baby,love you and this pussy so much” he practically moans into your skin
the kisses begin to go lower and lower until he’s eye level with your puffy cunt which had a pool of his cum dripping down it.
“c’mon baby you can give me one more yeah?” he starts “gonna be all about you” he mumbles into your thighs leaving hickeys along the way.
he looked up at you through his lashes as a way to verify you were okay,which you were since you gave him a short nod to continue going.
the flat of his tounge licks a long stripe all the way up to your clit causing you to jerk your hips from the sudden feeling.
you could feel Jake’s hands soothingly rubbing your thighs before he began to gently suck on your bundle of nerves.
in an almost instant your hands flew to his hair for support as you let out a moan,already knowing you wouldn’t last long. your hands gently tug onto his black hair making him moan right into you
“j-jakey m’ not gonna last long” you cry out, beginning to grind your cunt against his face, with his nose rubbing just right on your clit.
you threw your head back into the pillow from just how much pleasure he was giving you as his tongue continued its assault on your heat
you could tell he mumbled something telling you it’s okay and how you can cum whenever you want to. of course you deserved it i mean he had been fucking you for however long getting orgasm after orgasm so what’s the harm in one more?
his tounge barely made it into your tight cunt before you came onto his tounge,arching your back off the bed in the process
tears began to well in your eyes from just how much pleasure you were feeling,it was just too good.
once you had came down from your orgasm you were the definition of a hot mess,the shirt you had been wearing was pushed up past your tits,with your panties completely off. any makeup you had been wearing had been ruined along with whatever hairstyle you had
Jake had removed his mouth which had been latched onto you moments prior as he got up with a quick “i’ll be right back”
he had come back with some clothes for you to change into along with a blanket for you two to lay ontop of since neither of you really felt like changing the sheets right then and there
after he had helped you get your clothes on he laid down beside you a small smile on his face “how was it baby?” he asked obviously knowing the answer to which you laughed
“is there anything I can get you?” he questions knowing he went a bit rough. you shake your head no as you tell him you just wanna rest with him that he happily obliges to
his gentle hands stroked your hair as you laid on his chest listening to his heart beat tracing his tattoos with your finger.
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stylesloveclub · 8 months
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sunshine (epilogue)
In which Harry's still grumpy, except for when he's with his sunshine girl.
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“How was it?” Maddie asks y/n, sitting in the driver’s seat of her beat up red Toyota Corolla. The engine is running as y/n climbs into the passengers side, carelessly throwing her backpack in the backseat and buckling herself up. 
“I don’t want to think about integrals ever again,” y/n responds. She’s just gotten out of her calc midterm, and she feels horrible and miserable and exhausted. Although she’d promised herself to go to sleep early last night so that she’d be alert and prepared for her exam… she actually hadn’t fallen asleep until 4 AM. She’d been twisting and turning in her bed, flipping her pillows and trying to lull herself to sleep all night, unsuccessfully. 
Thankfully the class wasn’t until noon, so she was still able to get at least five-ish hours of sleep. But she still woke up feeling like shit. Her heart had been pounding nervously all morning, and she hadn’t been able to get any food down except for three sips of some coffee she made for herself in the morning. She didn’t put any makeup on as she left for campus, only a pair of sweats and a burgundy sweatshirt… Harry’s burgundy sweatshirt. The one he’d given to her in the car when he’d driven her home. 
Now, she has a reason for wearing it! You see… it still smelled like him. And y/n somehow convinced herself that by wearing Harry’s sweatshirt (the sweatshirt that smelled like him!) she might be able to…  absorb some of his math skills? And do better on her midterm? 
She’s pulling at straws here. She still feels like she failed it. 
“Listen…” Maddie says, pulling out of the parking lot. “I need to go over to Blake’s, I left my makeup bag in his bathroom and then we’re gonna go out for lunch.”
“Okay,” y/n mumbles, not caring. She closes her eyes to try and soothe the pounding in her head. She’s gonna nap as soon as she gets into her bed. 
“Do you want me to drop you off at home first? Or… did you want to come and see Harry?” 
Y/n’s eyes flutter open. Harry. 
Maddie looks over at y/n knowingly. Y/n turns bashful. “Yeah, I’ll come and see Harry.”
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Harry looks like he’s just woken up when he opens his bedroom door for y/n.
His eyes are puffy and his curls are flat and messy. A smile immediately spreads on his face when he sees it’s y/n.
“Hey.” His voice is deep and raspy, and it’s probably the first word he’s said all day. 
“Hi,” she says, twisting her hands in the sleeves of her sweatshirt. No– his sweatshirt. 
Oh. Oops.
Harry smiles down at the burgundy sweatshirt that’s swallowed y/n’s body. 
“I– I wore it so that I could return it,” she stammers. A lie! Harry sees right through it, and finds his smirk growing even wider. 
“I like it on you,” he grins. She grows shy under his gaze, heart bubbling with that familiar feeling. The feeling of a crush. “How was the midterm?” he asks, closing the door behind himself and y/n.
He lays back down in his bed, the way he’d previously been before y/n came knocking on his door, and y/n sits down next to him. “I dunno,” she shrugs. Her eyes are downcast and dull, lacking the happy sparkle he usually searches for whenever he’s in her presence.
“I’m sure you did okay,” he says, resting a reassuring hand on her knee. “At least it’s over now!”
She nods. A certain weight had been lifted from her chest as she walked out of that lecture hall. No more studying integrals and derivatives for hours straight��
“There was this one problem,” y/n can’t help but say. “It was like… ln(x) to the power of two…”
“Do you want to write it out?” Harry asks. He knows that y/n probably won’t be able to let this midterm go until she gets all of her questions out of the way. 
With a pen and paper in hand, she messily writes the problem out, the paper tearing a little bit when she presses down too hard. “It was ln(x)^2… and i split it into ln(x)*ln(x). That’s allowed right?”
Harry nods, “Mhm. That’s what I would’ve done too. What next?”
“Um… I did a U-sub. I don’t know if that’s right though… I was running out of time and just did something so that I could get at least partial credit.” 
“A u-sub is right,” he grins.
“Really?” She blinks with wide eyes as he nods. “So… wait– tell me if I did the rest of it right.” She messily writes down what she remembers putting down on the test, then gives the paper to Harry. 
“S’good,” his dimple pops out as he smiles up at her, “It’s all right. And you didn’t forget the +C, good job!” 
“No way!” she exclaims, disbelievingly. Her hands land on Harry’s chest as she giggles triumphantly, “No freaking way I did it right! I thought I was just making math up! Oh my gosh!”
“Told you,” he laughs along with her, holding the hand that she rested on his chest. “Stop stressing out, sunshine. You studied, and now you’re done!”
There’s that name again, the one that makes her entire body tingle with happy chills. >sunshine. The sparkle in her eye is back, and Harry feels pride for being the reason she laughed. The entire world feels brighter now that she’s happy again. 
Y/n’s giggles die down slowly, and she looks down at Harry, eyes flickering between his. Her stare is intent as she chews on her lip, the remnants of her cheery smile still present in the apples of her cheeks.
Something thuds on the floor behind Harry. They both peer over the side of the bed to see what fell from his bedside table. It’s just a book… but when y/n looks closer…
“Wuthering Heights?” 
His cheeks turn pink. “Yeah…” he coughs dryly. “I um… I remember you reading it. Thought it might be nice if I picked it up, and that… we might be able to talk about it or something.” 
Her heart swells in her chest. “You’re reading Wuthering Heights?” 
“Well– trying to,” he chuckles at himself lamely. “I’m like 10 pages in.”
She wants to kiss him. She really really does. Like… he’s perfect and beautiful and kind and sweet and amazing. But… god would it be weird? After last time?
Harry pushes himself up on his elbows. He can feel the tension too. But when he inches closer to her, her eyes flicker with doubt and she looks away. 
“No,” he pleads, cupping her jaw. “Please… please don’t let it be different.” She meets his gaze again. 
“I like you,” he swallows thickly, “and I want… something with you. Whatever you want.” 
He inches upward, and this time she doesn’t pull away. Her heart races in her chest and she lets the magnetic force between them take over. 
“We’ll take it slow, at your pace…” he murmurs, his thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek. Her eyes flutter shut. “No rush. Just trust me, please.”
She nods. She trusts him.
Their lips connect, a spark flying through y/n’s body the second she makes contact with him. It’s wonderful, better than last time, even, and she realizes the reason kissing Harry is so great is because it’s >Harry. Because she can feel how much he cares for her when he kisses her. He speaks poems with his lips when he kisses her and writes sonnets on her skin every time he touches her. He tastes like minty toothpaste, freshly washed, and his lips are so soft and sweet and gentle. 
He pulls away from her lips with a soft click, then stares up at her with hearts floating in his eyes. 
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Y/n is out of breath, huffing and puffing in front of Harry’s door and knocking like a madwoman. She ran here from her own apartment, too excited to wait and ask Maddie for a ride. She needed to see him >immediately. 
Harry opens the door with concerned eyes and furrowed eyebrows, a little bit scared. He still has his headphones on with his controller in his hands, staring down at y/n as though he just had a heart attack, “What? What is it?” 
A huge grin is plastered on her face. “Harry!” she beams. “I passed!”
“What?” he’s still confused. What did she pass? Why is she at his door?
“I got a 77% on the midterm!” she squeals, jumping up and down in her place. 
His eyes light up and a smile spreads across his face. “Yes!” he cheers. He pulls the headphones off of his ears and hangs them around his neck, just in time for when y/n wraps her arms around him. He’s taken aback, stumbling a few steps backwards from how hard she pummeled into him, but easily steadies himself and wraps his arms around her back. He hugs her so tight that her feet leave the ground, and she’s laughing in his ear sweetly.
“I can’t believe it!!!” she says, her hands on his shoulders as he puts her back down on the ground. Her eyes glimmer with the shine that he adores so much, and it makes him grin even harder. His dimple pops out, a rare sighting for anyone else except for y/n these days. 
He kisses her without a second thought.
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The scene is all too familiar. Harry, sitting at a party with his eyebrows furrowed grumpily. His friends are sitting around him, laughing and chattering, but Harry says nothing. He takes a bored sip from the jungle juice in his hand. Three girls have approached him tonight, batting their eyes up at him and biting their lips teasingly, but he’s brushed them off without so much of a glance. He’s not interested in the slightest.
He looks around himself, eyes searching for a certain someone, and he sighs to himself. She’s still not here. His pout grows more prominent, and he whips out his phone. He does not care for anyone at this party, and though his friends are fun and all… they’re having a weird conversation about Elon Musk that he doesn’t want to even listen to.
He huffs. He stares at the last text he received, 19 minutes ago.
sunshine: omw!! be there in 15 :)
She’s 4 minutes late, he pouts. It’s probably Maddie’s fault.
A firm poke is pressed to his forehead. “Hey grumpy.” His heart jumps as he recognizes the sweet sunshine angel voice speaking to him. 
“Sunshine,” he coos, the furrow his brow immediately melting into a soft smile. He holds a hand out for her, which she immediately takes. She has a soft smile on her face, her eyes kind and warm and gentle, the LED party lights haloing around her head and making her look like a fairy. “Missed you.”
He pulls her down into his lap, her butt comfortably sat on his thighs, and nuzzles his face into her neck, trying to get as close to her as possible. A content hum rumbles through his chest now that he’s surrounded by her scent, his pretty girlfriend in his lap, drowning out all the other people at the party. She giggles cutely when his curls tickle her chin, simultaneously trying to escape the kisses he’s pressing to her sensitive throat while also wrapping her arms around his shoulders. 
“Watcha drinking?” she asks. 
He offers her his drink, “dunno.” She grimaces as she takes a sip, and he imitates her grossed out face. “Yucky, isn’t it?”
She gets the drink as far away as possible from herself. “Gross.” 
He chuckles. She’s so beyond cute, her cheeks so soft and biteable as she scrunches her nose. One of his hands is on her back, holding her upright, while the other one rests on her thigh comfortably. His fingers on her back find the ends of her hair and start twisting them, playing with the soft strands and curling them around his fingers, while his fingers on her thigh trace up and down and up and down. Goosebumps rise along the path of his fingers, and it makes him smile. She’s so reactive to every single one of his touches… he wants to have his hands on her 24/7.
If she wasn’t so shy and sweet and innocent, he’d start kissing her pretty, glossed up lips right here and now, even with all of their friends sitting around them. He’s obsessed with her! Obsessed with kissing her all the time and teaching her all the secrets of intimacy. But he knows she’d probably get bashful and embarrassed with that much PDA (even getting her to sit in his lap took a bit of coaxing at the beginning), so he settles for pressing a kiss to her cheek. “You’re so cute,” he murmurs to her, resting his head on her shoulder. Is it too early for them to leave this party and to his room? He’d love to be snuggled up in bed with her… have her read to him a little bit while he plays with her hair… yeah that sounds nice.
“M’gonna go get a juice box from the fridge,” she whispers (his fridge is stocked with juice just for her). He whine when she pulls away, looking up at her with big pleading puppy dog eyes, begging her not to leave him when he’s just gotten her, but she pecks his cheek with a dismissive kiss. “Do you want one too?”
“No,” he pouts. “I’ll just have some of yours, if that’s okay?”
She squints her eyes at him, “you get two sips, and that’s it.” 
He shrugs with a teasing smile. “M’kay.” He resists the urge to pat her ass as she walks away (that’s for when they’re alone in his room).
He’s stuck in a lovey dovey lavender haze as he watches her get swept away by a group of her girlfriends, smiling to himself fondly as they all giggle and look towards Harry mischievously. He knows she’s probably getting grilled about how little miss sunshine finally got a boyfriend! 
A shove from Blake jostles him out of his daydream. “Who are you?” Blake snickers. All of his friends are staring at him too. Nobody has ever, ever seen grumpy Harry be so soft with anyone. Kissing her cheek and cuddling into her neck and whining like a love-struck puppy… it’s funny. 
Harry rolls his eyes and tells his friends to fuck off, trying to furrow his brows and look all serious again. But his heart flutters happily in his chest, and those pretty dimples dent his cheek. 
He can’t be very grumpy when his sunshine girl is skipping back to him, juice box in hand as she settles back down on his lap. 
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Anything IV (König x Reader)
Summary: A lack of information from the chain of command results in König mistaking you for an enemy sniper.
Requested by: Literally fucking everyone.
A/N: WHY WAS THIS SO HARD TO WRITE???
Category: Angst || Hurt/Comfort || Forced Proximity || Enemies to ?
Warnings: Graphic language
PREVIOUS CHAPTER
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You were exhausted. 
Sleeping was a luxury that you couldn't afford, not that you hadn't been trying. You weren't fond of the night terrors that came to visit whenever you closed your eyes. They were the worst part of it all, you thought. 
It was early, too early for training but, nonetheless, you slowly crawled from your bed. It didn't take long to get ready but it did take time to pull yourself from the mirror. 
You couldn't stop staring at the reflection. Saying that it was you staring back seemed far-fetched in all honesty- the creature you observed was unrecognizable. You considered some makeup to cover the bruising, but there was nowhere to hide the ragged divots in your face, dragged through by your own nails. 
You couldn't hide a swollen nose, puffy eyes and a busted mouth. Your jaw was ballooned, and although the stitches were finally out from your face- the scars remained. You decided that no amount of money could hide your ugliness. Everyone knew what you looked like, everyone knew how fucking disgusting you were. It was almost more embarrassing to try and hide it, than to embrace it and pretend that you didn't care. 
But you did. You cared too much. 
You threw on some sweatpants and a hoodie, your training gear hidden beneath. You needed coffee- you needed something. Anything to get your blood moving in your body and force some adrenaline through your system.
You were so early.
You didn't want to go. 
You'd been attempting to train with König for a couple of weeks now, never engaging in conversation and never looking him in the eye. Ghost had volunteered himself to chaperone your sessions and since then you'd been able to work more comfortably, though you knew it was selfish. 
It was nobody's job to have to babysit you. This was an elite fucking task force, the best of the best and you had to be nursed back into health by one of the most renowned soldiers in the British Special Forces. It was embarrassing for everyone, to say the least. You felt disgusting, you felt pathetic- though, you supposed that's exactly what you were. 
Fucking pathetic. 
You'd expected the gym to be dark, the lights off and abandoned at this early hour. Especially on a Saturday, there was no one at work. Those who lived on base  would usually leave the night before to go drinking or camping, crawling back in shame on the Sunday afternoon. Ghost would be around but this early in the morning you knew he'd be out on his motorcycle, waiting for the sunrise to light up the highway. 
Upon further inspection, you realized that the door was open. The blinds were still down but the light was on, illuminating the hallway you stood in. There was a low hum from inside, melodic and seamless. You raised a brow as you approached, peering into the doorway. 
Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of König. 
The beast was leaned over, singing a wordless tune that you didn't recognise, voice as smooth as silk. He was laying out the foam mats, running his fingers over the raised surface until it was completely flat. Finally, the sniper stood straight to observe his handiwork with a nod. 
He was larger than life when he stretched his arms over his head, groaning at the movement. Some part of you, deep down, was in awe of his sheer size. The other, more dominant, part of you reminded you that he'd been too big for you to stop. 
You were frozen in place, unable to move and unable to take a breath in fear that he'd hear you. König's senses were sharp and the slightest noise would tip him off to your gawking. 
When he sat down on the bench with a solemn sigh, your blood began to simmer beneath your skin. 
"Did you want to come in, Birdy?" König's voice was gentle but you still jumped at the sound of it. A gasp slipped from your lips at the exposure and he tilted his head at the noise, leaning his elbows against his knees. 
Your mouth dried. How did he know that you were there? You hadn't made a sound. 
"Not particularly," you cleared your throat, as he pulled the balaclava from over his head. Dark hair spilled from beneath the fabric, messy and thick. He never kept a mask on when you were around, regardless of whether it was a balaclava or that damned hood. 
"I thought we were past this," he sighed, putting the mask down by his side. He never turned to face you, giving you the option to leave without the pressure of his gaze. 
I thought we were past this. 
Heat flushed through your system like a volcanic eruption, originating in your chest and shooting across your nerves. 
"Past you ruining my life?" You offered as calmly as you could manage. "No. No, I'm actually not past it."
"I meant," König corrected firmly, turning around to face you with narrowed eyes, "are we not past this." 
While he didn't say anything different, the meaningful stare told you enough. 
Are we not past you coming inside every time, even though you say that you won't? 
You stared at him for a long moment, that emerald gaze unwavering. It was nothing like what you'd seen that night, he was a completely different person. You wondered when he would snap, you wondered when you would snap. 
You saw hints of the man you'd encountered sometimes during sparring, never with you but occasionally with Simon. He targeted König, always making a point to put him on his ass but a part of you wonders if the soldier was letting him do it. It was almost too easy sometimes, as though the man had just given up halfway through. 
You stepped through the doorway tentatively, eyes never leaving König's. He held his body so still that you wondered if he was breathing, reminding you of the way a snake freezes before it strikes. 
You moved to the other side of the mats, sitting down on the bench opposite your partner. 
"I figured you'd be up," König rubbed the back of his neck, his shoulders relaxing the second you took a seat. "I got you a coffee." 
You blinked at him. 
"What?" 
"I got you a coffee?" The words were uncertain now as he leaned back slightly. He gestured towards the cup tray beside him, two drinks in foam cups steaming at his side. 
You couldn't force a response from your lips- you couldn't do anything, really, other than gawk at him. Why he'd gone out of his way to get you a coffee was beyond you, obviously he was guilty but you'd made it clear you wanted none of his pity. 
"Don't overthink it, Birdy," König raised a brow. "It's a coffee. Just take it." 
"Yeah," you rasped. "Yeah."
But you didn't move. 
Your limbs felt like they'd been filled with lead, your heart beating against your ribs violently. Grabbing the coffee shouldn't have been an issue, getting up is not difficult, so why were you not responding to mental commands? You felt helpless, the realization that your mind and body were no longer yours to control- rather you were ruled by fear that you couldn't grasp. 
You clenched your jaw tightly.
Move, Birdy. 
The Austrian tightened his lips awkwardly, fingers running through his hair like an anxiety tic. The both of you sat in uncomfortable silence before finally he reached for the cup, standing to his feet. 
You remained deathly still as he approached, stopping a safe distance away before he stretched his hand out. The semblance to extending an olive branch was too obvious not to take note, although you'd be the first to snap any branches this man offered. 
But this wasn't some stupid peace twig. This was coffee. König had bought you a drink. You just needed to take it, you needed to move. 
Move, Birdy. 
"It's just a coffee," the man offered you a weak smile but you could see the apprehension in his gaze. He was wondering if you were going to break, every fiber of his being preparing to restrain you if you had another episode. 
If you had another psychotic break over a fucking cup of coffee, you'd be out of the 141 for good. 
Move, Birdy. 
It's just coffee. 
"It's just a coffee," you whispered. 
Your fingers wrapped around the cup, the heat jarring from your thoughts. König let loose a shaky sigh that you knew you weren't meant to hear. You'd become so unstable that even the man who had destroyed you was afraid. 
Your skin brushed against his as you forced yourself to tighten your grip, the brief touch electrifying and jarring. 
He snatched his hand away as though you'd burnt him with the contact. It wasn't like you'd never touched beyond the incident, you sparred with him nearly every day. But that was sparring, this was not. 
König took a seat, his gaze averted and his nails digging into the bench. You took the first sip, eyes never leaving his form. 
Just a coffee, Birdy. 
You took another swig,  reminding yourself to taste the drink. You thought of the texture, the temperature, the flavor- anything to ground you from your thoughts and drag you back to reality. When your mind began to settle and you could finally register the taste, your eyes widened. 
It was exactly your order. 
You almost choked.  
Before you could ask anything of it, the soldier returned his attention to rest on you, briefly taking in your visage. He was still concerned, the twist of his mouth clearly apprehensive. 
"We've never really spoken about what happened," König rasped, the vulnerable tremor in his voice ringing clear. 
Your spine straightened and the cup creaked beneath your grip. 
"Because I don't want to talk about what happened."
"You can't avoid it forever, Birdy," the man bit, sharp and surprising. You leaned away from him, taken aback by the frustration woven through his tone. He always made an effort to be calm and speak in dulcet tones, going against his nature to appear disarming  wherever he could help it. 
The smouldering coals in his gaze reminded you that König was neither soft nor gentle.
"No," you snapped, "but I can avoid talking about it with you."
König grit his teeth. 
"Who else was there, Birdy?" He hissed, leaning his elbows onto his knees. The question was rhetorical but you almost felt compelled to answer him.  Those jade  eyes flashed with a bitterness that you couldn't understand, intense and pleading. "It was me and you and no one else."
"What do you want me to say, König?" You spat, standing to your feet. Rage blistered through your being, buzzing beneath your skin and electrifying your nerves. You wanted to throttle him, you wanted to grab him and shake him until it finally shut him up. 
"I want you to just listen to me," the soldier implored, moving to stand but thinking better of it. You saw his hesitation, the understanding that once he stood up it wouldn't be a conversation it would be intimidation. 
Shut up. 
"I don't want to hear a word from your fucking mouth," you growled, pointing an accusatory finger at his frozen silhouette. "Unless it's to get me back on the job that you stole, I don't want to hear a thing from you."
Just shut up. 
"I'm trying to fucking apologise, Birdy!" 
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. 
"Just shut up!"  Your voice had escalated into a barely legible scream, storming towards the seated beast. You pushed through the barriers of his personal space, but König stayed solid, his eyes hard and his mouth set. 
You were toe to toe, nose to nose and eye to eye. 
Your mouth twisted into a sneer. 
"You think you can buy me coffee and that's it, we're friends?" Your voice was low, and your fingers dug into the thighs that you stood between. His cheek twinged at your grip but other than that, the mountain of a man made no move to budge. He observed you from beneath his lashes, his eyes as hard as stone and you wondered if he was breathing. 
"No," König replied simply, his words tracing your lips. "What I do think is that we need to get past this, one way or another." 
You glared at him, your fingers trembling against his legs. 
"I'll get past this, the day I can look in the mirror and get past the mutilated thing staring back at me." 
"I'm sorry-" he began but you grit your teeth, leaping to interrupt those goddamned words from leaving his stupid mouth. 
"I don't want-"
König's hands suddenly landed above your own, holding them tightly as a growl tore from his throat.
"Listen to me." 
You fell silent immediately. 
Emerald eyes searched your own, imploring you to just hear him, even if it was for a moment. If you were going to ignore everything he said, he wouldn't care because at least he got them out. At least he knows that you've heard them. 
"I'm so, so sorry for what I did to you, Birdy." König murmurs, swaying forward and taking up precious inches in the space between you both. His eyes were soft, vulnerable as he bared himself. "As far as I knew, you were an enemy sniper and I was trying to protect my family. I know that you understand that, Birdy, because the 141  is your family." 
You stared at him, furious with the tears burning your eyes, embarrassed by your emotionally fragile state. 
"I know that you don't want to forgive me, I don't expect you to. It's okay to be angry but you have to help me fix this. For both of our sakes, Bird, let me fix this." The words were whispered by the end of it, searching your features with hopeful eyes. 
"I don't trust you," you wanted to shout at him but the sentence was venomless on your tongue. König's lip quirked upward, his shoulders pulling into a small shrug. 
"You trust me enough."
"I don't trust you at all." 
There was venom in that and the soldier's features became solemn once more. You were not his friend, you did not forgive him and you would not be tricked into believing that this was something worth just getting over. 
"You trust me enough." König repeated himself, raking over your silhouette from head to toe meaningfully.
Suddenly, you realized where you stood. 
Wedged between his thighs, your fingers gripping his legs and his hands covering yours. You flinched backward, eyes flickering at your proximity. You could taste his sentences on your tongue, so close you noses would brush if you had moved an inch. 
You had allowed yourself to be in a room alone with König and willingly put yourself in his grasp. 
A cough from the doorway had you leaping apart from the man as if you'd been burnt.
Your chest heaved as your heart smashed against your ribs, begging to be let loose from its constraints. A low exhale fell from the man beside you, as though reminding himself to breathe. 
"Well," Price whistled, shifting on his feet uncomfortably. "That's sure a sight at 6am." 
You cleared your throat, rubbing the back of your neck. A lot had happened in the time that you and König had confronted each other, none of it was easy to explain. In fact, none of it was easy to even understand yourself. 
"We were just waiting on Ghost," you rasped, shrugging nonchalantly. 
Price raised a disbelieving brow but up didn't press, only shooting König a look dripping with warning. He didn't like that you were alone in here with him, but the man had no right. He was the one that assigned König to you, he was the one that took him in as your replacement. 
John Price was just as guilty as König, except his charge was betrayal. 
A sneer settled on your lips at the reminder.
"Well, guess you can meet our newest member a bit early then." 
Newest member?
König sucked in a breath from beside you when a figure moved around behind Price's frame. They stood straight, appearing taller than they were with confident posture. 
Immediately, you knew that they would be trouble. 
Not by the smirk gracing their lips and not even by the distinct look of distaste that was smeared across their expression- but, the way that they stared at you as though you were a challenge waiting to be conquered. 
Like you were easy game. 
"As the 141 grows," Price began, gesturing to the small part of the team in the room, "we need more members to join roles that were previously left to one person." 
Your stomach churned. 
"Obviously, Birdy, you've been our main sniper but now we need more than one." The Captain was careful with his wording, watching you as though you were a ticking time bomb set to detonate any second now.
You fucking felt like one. 
As you observed the newest addition, they stared right back, raking in your visage from head to toe. Their crooked smile had you on edge, had you unnerved- but it also thrilled you. This person saw you as a threat. 
They didn't see a broken bird, someone helpless. Behind the arrogant smirk and the cocky body language, there was a hardness to their gaze. They weren't underestimating you, they still saw something across your face that indicated that you weren't done. 
But they were ready to meet you head on. 
Your expression turned stony. 
"And who is my newest replacement?" You ground out, eyes never leaving theirs. A feral grin pulled at their lips, amusement flooding their expression. It fucking made you seethe. Price opened his mouth to either introduce them or reprimand your clear rejection, but the sniper stepped forward with a snort.
"They should have called you 'Sunshine.'"
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libertyybellls · 2 months
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FEMALE ROBBERY !
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pairing; finnick odair x dist4!victor!f!reader
summary; meeting finnick at your capitol victor party, he is nothing short of entranced.
contains; fluff! just pure fluff, innocent- sweet, comforting, brief mentions of forced prostitution but no detail.
a/n; i was lowkey turning into anakin skywalker when i started writing about how much reader hates sand but it adds personality ok…
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you were shivering, teeth practically chattering. the wide doors that led to the back of the luxurious party-mansion were wide open. your dress offered little warmth and neither did the people around you- their arrogance and bright colors offered no heat, no coziness, no reminders of home.
your wearing a corset dress- low cut, your chest on great display, you feel like the short hemmed bottomed makes you out to flash everyone at this party.
your hair has braids scattered about- your original hair texture is long gone with the amount of heat styling they’ve done on it throughout your victory tour and interviews. bows adorn the ends of each small braid that lays on your now, flat- straight hair.
the meaningless conversation, and congratulations throughout this party is enough to drive you mad. you need air- oh-so cold but nonetheless you needed more air. you’re feet are moving past people- people who grab at you, yelling praises, trying to get a passing word with you.
but you’re mind is racing, you need to sit in silence and breath.
you find a garden- you don’t have enough greenery back in your district, more ocean, too much sand, too much heat.
the sand got everywhere. you couldn’t complain about the ocean- oh, how you loved the water. but once the sand got in your hair, your shoes, your towel, your clothes- it couldn’t get out. it seemed sand would never leave you alone- president snow reminded you all too much of sand.
it felt like an infirmary sentencing, a life estimation. once the words ‘capitols doll’ left his mouth, ‘desirable’, ‘young, sweet, and pretty’ you felt sick- you’d live your life in misery until another innocent tribute would come along and take all of the heat. but you’d always be in a hotel room, in the capitol, entertaining the people like a puppet on a string.
you don’t think you’ve been warm since you heard those words, you don’t think there’s been enough air- but now, in this garden, everything seems okay.
you sit on a bench, rose bushes surrounding you, a few flowers you can name but never seen- only in books.
your hands are in your lap now, fingers playing with one another- your deep breathes began to lower your blood pressure.
until you hear footsteps nearing on the cold- crunchy grass that’s been frozen over from the weather.
he’s tall- shirtless. what stylist would do that to someone in this nippy weather? but you think your stylist would send you off to these parties naked if he had no decency, too.
he’s finnick odair. even the wind flirting your eyes can recognize that. how couldnt you? the poster boy of your district, sex symbol of panem, but you don’t comprehend any of it.
“you’ve found my spot.” he’s smirking, you can understand why people in the capitol swoon over him- not even six seconds and your body rushes with warm blood.
then you process his words, slowly scrambling to grab your clutch and rising to your feet. he puts his hand up, signaling for you to halt your movements.
“it’s nice to have company.” and so you move your bag over , allowing him more room to sit on the bench.
you don’t speak, atleast you don’t know what to say- you don’t ask questions or say something stupid. finnicks voice breaks the thick barrier of silence; “nice party they gave you.”
he’s joking, and his slight laugh makes you laugh. you’d won nearly a month ago- many sleepless nights covered with makeup and fake eyelashes. “yeah, i’m so grateful for them all.” you breathily laugh off.
the playfulness of this all is refreshing. it almost makes you long forget about your grim past and even darker impending doom.
he turns his head towards you, scanning your face- then to the rose bushes surrounding the both of you- then back to your face. “too many roses every where, i’m starting to hate the smell of them.”
you pick up on his small talk, and you almost laugh a little- he’s acting like a grade-school boy. “i’m beginning to think it possibly the ugliest thing natures created now.”
“mags told me about how mentoring you went, we were all relieved when you won.” you wince when you think about that, he knows that better then anyone here. the heart sinking feeling when your brain slips up for a second- that you don’t let yourself think to hard about, nor too long.
“thanks.” he doesn’t even know you yet, but he know that even if you don’t speak too much the ones you do vocalize have meaning, no vacancy in them. “are you cold?” you can’t help but voice your curiosity.
he looks down on himself, almost as though his body brings him guilt in a way. like he’s ashamed to own it, you’re sure you’ll understand soon.
but within seconds his guard is back up, back to the capitol darling. he simply places your hand on his shoulder, he’s forcing your body to move but in the most genuine way anyone has ever done so.
you feel your cold finger tips merge with his radiant shoulder, like a hypothermic to a heater.
finnicks aura is simply heat, not a touch of coldness. you wonder if it’s his insides pouring into his physical being. does he not have any cold feelings in his heart? is he genuine? “how are you warm right now?”
he only laughs as you try to remove your hand from him in the least awkward way you can, placing your hands back into your lap. there’s so many things you want to ask him, tell him. his soul is like a confession booth, that you’ve heard before. all the secrets he knows, all of the words only he’s been told.
“does it get better? even if you’ve been told something that doesn’t make you think it will?” he can only imagine what your last words mean, and now his heart drops. no- not someone like you? so young so unsuspecting, but weren’t they all?
“if you have someone to lean on, you’ll be okay.”
you frown at this, despite your fear of making yourself seem like a complete and utter loser to the golden boy of panem- you say; “and if i don’t?” you can’t help but think about your overworked tired parents, never home, never cared too much. your friends who you don’t see all too much.
“if you don’t,” he looks up from his lap now, eyes locked onto yours, only your eyes ever- not your exposed chest or the dress that rides up your thighs. “you have me if you’re willing, i think we’ve gotten on well.”
this makes you smile to yourself, you can’t look into his eyes any longer you think you’ll get lost. you feel like a school girl, unable to breathe around the presence of your crush. “i don’t know you all that well, finnick odair.”
he shakes his head, “haven’t you read the news, y/n l/n?” he’s mimicking your words, almost in a sing-song way.
“i don’t tend to make premeditated decisions on who someone is based on what the capitol news says. i prefer to get to know them instead.”
“well, let’s get to know eachother then.” his body turns toward you. flattening his hands onto his lap. “favorite color?”
you look at the grass before you, the stems of the flowers around you, the feeble, poor excuses of barely full bushes that line the sand before the water in district four. “green, not a dark green. something in the middle.” your eyes flick back to his, almost the perfect green you were talking about. “and you?”
“blue.” his two fingers pick up the bows at the end of your hair, you almost roll your eyes at this. too charming you could laugh.
“what are you scared of?”
he thinks about this one, taking a moment to relay his thoughts. it wasn’t death, no. he wouldn’t be scared when his time came, he would just hope the people he loves would be okay, that they’d get through it without him.
“becoming one of them.” he nods his head back to the people scuffling about in frilly dresses and skirts around the main party center. “so moral-less, so demanding. so many things i don’t want to be.”
you shake your head now, “i don’t think you could ever be one of them.” to anyone else this would be an insult, being apart of the capitol was little girls and boys dreams. to live so lavishly and carefree. but once you’ve seen it all, you just want to be by the ocean- at peace, unbothered with those who meant the most to you. “you’re much too good for that.”
finnick believes you, it’s like all he’s needed his whole life was your words that had no hint of second meaning. only pure, true, clean. “if it means anything, i know you couldn’t be anyways. no matter how many bows they put in your hair.” he laughs again, that charming chuckle that sends a butterfly to your stomach. “you have a good heart, i hope that it stays that way.”
it’s all so honest , the whole interaction. but you’ve been away from your own party far too long and you’re almost scared to upset people. “i have to go. i’ll see you around, finnick.” his name is foreign to your tongue almost, but its welcome.
finnick then stands quickly, “when will i see you again?” he almost looks worried.
“soon. we live in the same village after all.”
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inspired by my favorite, @mrsnancywheeler ‘s fic
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spyder-junkie · 9 months
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EARTH-24 MILES MORALES X FEM! READER
warning: cursing, drugs, angst
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‘Yo?’
“Miles?”
“Where are you???”
“Are you serious Miles….?”
You shut your phone off with a huff just after pressing send on your 6th text of the hour. You were waiting at the restaurant Miles agreed to meet you at, only he was an hour and a half late, and his phone was on dnd.
Its not like this was the first time either, Miles was habitually late to important things and you were starting to become fed up with it.
Suddenly you huffed in frustration, getting up from the booth and striding out of the restaurant. Miles promised he’d treat you to dinner to celebrate an internship you received, AND to make up for the last date he was three hours late to.
“Im not sitting in that damn booth for three hours.” You mumbled, beginning the walk back to your house. You thought back to a couple days before when the two of you were planning the event.
“Im gonna do it right this time, Mami. I wont let you down, I promise.” You mocked, rolling your eyes as your pace increased.
You flinched as your phone buzzed.
‘im otw.’
That simple text somehow angered you even more.
‘dont bother. I left.” You replied just before fumbling for the keys to your flat.
You stomp into the empty apartment, throwing down your bag and taking off the new outfit you bought just for the date.
Your grip was rough as you pulled a box from your bedside table. You grated, rolled, and sealed your first blunt so aggressively that you almost dropped it.
Then you took a deep breath. You were laying in bed in your bra and some pajama shorts, hair and makeup done, about to smoke your frustrations away when you should have been celebrating with your boyfriend. It was almost laughable.
So thats what you did, placing the blunt to your lips and lighting it while letting out a deep chuckle.
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Miles stared down at his phone before letting out a low sigh. He had just gotten back to the garage, he was pulling his suit off while simultaneously texting you that he was on the way. He wasn’t surprised that your response was quick, but he was surprised at what it said.
He knew you were upset, he would be if he was you, but he just couldnt tell you what was going on.
He was too afraid to lose you, but he was starting to think he’d lose you anyway.
He took another deep sigh, saying bye to Aaron and beginning to walk to your apartment. And when he got there, he climbed the fire escape, peering into your bedroom.
The air in the room was foggy, you were smoking, something he knew you only did when you were stressed or anxious.
He lifted the window slowly, stepping in and closing it behind himself.
He watched as your eyes flew open, looking at him for a moment before closing again. You were laying on your back, one hand behind your head and the hand holding the blunt resting on her forehead.
“I missed you, mi corazon.” Miles mumbled, trying to ease the tension. The smell of weed was heavy in the air as you took a slow drag from the blunt, eyes still closed.
“Cool.” You replied, smoke falling out of your mouth as you spoke.
“The date thing was my fault, something came up, you know how that shit is.” He said. He was waiting for the yelling and the angry frustrated tears, but they didnt come, and he couldn’t tell if that was good or not.
“Maybe I should make marijuana my new boyfriend.” You said, taking another hit and letting it trail out your nose.
“Its always there when I need it to be.” Your eyes were still closed, chest rising and falling calmly.
“Mi vida, You know Im sorry-“
“mhm.” You hummed.
“Its not gonna happen again I swear-“
“right.”
“Imma make it up to you I swear.”
He watched as you took a hit from the blunt once again. Eyes opening this time, watching the far wall.
“Miles…” She blew the smoke.
“Get out.”
Miles’ eyes widened a bit.
“Hermosa, I-“
“If I have this conversation with you right now, Im going to break up with you. I suggest you leave my room.” You say calmly.
Miles felt an immediate pain in his chest, his hands beginning to shake. He was silent as he walked back to the window, opening it and pushing his leg through.
“I love you, y/n.” He said, pausing for a moment.
“I know you do.” You reply, tapping the ash off your blunt.
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mymegumi · 3 months
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PRETTY BOY MANICURES ෆ KAGEYAMA TOBIO
⠀ note: don’t look at me idk
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kageyama’s really trying not to flinch—he is.
it’s just that his hands are extremely sensitive and you’re handling them so gently that it’s a bit like sensory overload for him—the feeling of your skin on his, the way you’re carefully holding his fingers as if they’re delicate, and the intensity of your gaze on your task. it’s both physically too much for him, and emotionally it’s a lot to handle as well.
his hands are his pride and joy, they’re what help him further his volleyball career and he’s always taken really good care of them. some might even say he’s focused too much on taking care of his hands, but he’s never even regarded opinions he deems unworthy to have any sort of weight to his life.
when you asked if you could paint his fingernails, he adamantly refused. he had volleyball to worry about, and while the polish wasn’t directly on his fingers, he was worried they might upset his carefully measured equilibrium. you’d been a bit downtrodden, but you’d understood and he’d loved you all the more for it. so, when it was summer vacation and he was technically in off-season and the matches were fewer and far between, when you asked him again, he’d agreed.
which is how he finds himself with you sitting across from him, holding up two small bottles of nail polish in one hand—one black and one white—with your other hand carefully inspecting his hands.
“which color?” you ask, shaking both of the bottles in front of his face. he’d already done his normal routine to file them down and trim the excess nail length, but you’d been happy to sit behind him and rest your chin on his shoulder to watch.
he shrugs. “i don’t care.”
“okay, well you have to pick one.” you combat, holding the bottles closer to his face and making him lean back slightly with a very slight smile. if you were anyone else, he’d have already changed his mind on this.
“i don’t really care. pick what you want.” he insists, hand resting on top of the both of yours to lower them out of his field of view. he hated when you blocked him from looking at you, even unintentionally.
you huff, leaning back away from him but back in again, as if you couldn’t stand to be even a foot apart from him. “but what if you hate the color i pick?”
“you picked it, so i couldn’t hate it.” he says, and he means every word of it. just the sight of it would remind him of you, so it’s not as if it’d be a bad choice all together.
“sweet talker.”
he furrows his brows together. “no, i’m being honest.” he’s been working hard on his honesty and candidacy on the court, so it’s been reflecting back a bit in his personal life as well.
“i know you are.” you smile, uncapping the black nail polish and holding his thumb steady in your hand. “makes you even sweeter.”
then, you stop talking for a bit, focused on making sure none of the nail polish ends up on his cuticles, and if it does, scraping it away with your own nail. you’re slow, steady, and methodical with your movements and kageyama is, for all intents and purposes, mesmerized by you.
there’s a sort of gracefulness to what you’re doing that he’s never really considered before—the movements to know how to manipulate the paint and then also how to make it lay flat.
he likes watching you concentrate because you’re sticking your tongue out and he thinks it’s adorable that you do that. it might be unconscious, just like when you open your mouth into a cute little ‘o’ shape when you put on your makeup, but he kinda wants to let you do his nails more if he can see it again. he likes watching you, because he finds that he’s always discovering something new about you. something that makes him fall harder and harder every time.
it takes time, doing his nails, and when he thought you were done, nails completely saturated in black paint and a look of accomplishment on your face, he’d wanted to move to hug you.
“hey!” you cry, hands reaching out to grab his wrists suddenly. “you have to let it dry, tobio.”
“how long will that take?” it’s been twenty minutes since he got to hold you and he’d getting antsy.
you think for a second. “probably five minutes, to make sure the coat is dry, but then i have to add the second coat, and then the top layer.”
he furrows his brow. maybe he hadn’t thought this plan through at all.
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fluffylino · 4 months
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boypussy!hyunjin pt 3
lollipop lollipop lollipop
-contains mature themes (it starts off smutty and then becomes really fluffy)
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"hyunjin what are you doing?"
your eyes trailed down to the boy who was in your lap. the lollipop you were originally eating, not yours anymore.
the boy was hunched over, his legs spread out on the couch, laying flat on his stomach as he took the candy you were holding into his mouth.
his tongue rolling over it. as he took it deep, almost gagging. at first, you were innocently enjoying it when he plopped himself down.
"im tired" he had said. their shoot had ended only an hour back. you hummed, while eating the candy. you were used to him complaining and he loved when you'd listen to him. he lazily lied down beside you. sweetly asking if he could have a taste.
how could you ever say no to those pretty pleading eyes. not to mention the smudged eye makeup he had not wiped off yet.
dark makeup suited him.
unconciously you swiped your thumb against the corner of his lip. where sugary essence had stained his lips. making them extra pink.
"is it that good?" you asked and he looked up at you with sparkly eyes.
"mhm hm"
"yea?" you teased, running your fingers through his hair. he made a sound that almost sounded like he was purring.
he stuck his tongue out, licking the lollipop from the top to the base, gradually going lower. his hands holding onto your thigh, like an actual puppy.
"are you pressing your legs together" you confirmed, noticing how his thighs were quivering. he whined.
"Hyunjin."
he halted his tactics at your tone. this wasn't a time for him to be a brat.
if he really wanted something up his cunt, he'd have to work for it. you'd make him earn it.
"e-empty" he whispered, blushing when you looked down at him.
"the fridge?" you joked, faking a confused look. to which his cheeks grew red.
"n-no"
"then what do you mean?"
"me...i want m-mommy" you laughed softly.
"but mommy is here, im right next to you baby" you teased, heart swelling as he hid his face in his hands. he stayed like that for a few seconds before shaking his head.
"I want you to fuck me damnit"
you jumped at his sudden outburst. frustration in his voice. he pulled away, sitting on his haunches. he knew he made a mistake. this wasn't how he could talk to you. a quiet sorry was what he whispered.
you pitied him. maybe this time you could let it go. have a little fun with him.
"take your pants off and lay on your back"
he shuffled around, shoving his pants off and laying back for you.
you couldn't help but stare right at his pussy. he was...wet? or had he been wet?
"were you needy during the entire shoot?"
embarassingly he nodded, subtly crossing his legs.
"oh my baby, it must've been so uncomfortable"
he nodded again. he loved when you doted on him. made him feel like he was nothing but a dumb dog who'd listen to anything you'd say.
"im giving you two options. can you be a good boy and answer well?"
he shook his head.
"either i fuck you with this lollipop or you can hump my thigh" you stroked his leg, watching how his expression changed.
"i want y-you"
"but this is me, puppy. i'm tired today... will you please let mommy rest-"
"you can rest mommy...but i can't decide"
"does puppy need me to decide for him?"
"yes please" he was so polite.
"how about the lollipop?"
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hyunjin mewled as you pressed the tip of the bubblegum lollipop against his folds. the pink sugary substance mixing with his wetness. you prodded at his swollen clit. that looked like it was begging for attention.
"baby your pussy is so pink"
you couldn't help but admire it. the colour dripping down. his inner thighs stained with it.
it looked sweet. even sweeter since it was on his pretty cunt.
without much thought, you pushed his legs apart to lick a long strip. both of y'all moaning in unison.
"m-mommyyy no teasing" he mumbled, lips forming into a pout. you wanted to kiss it away.
"sorry puppy...i couldn't control myself"
you were in fact wet and aching.
you slipped the candy between his cunt. the tip rubbing deliciously against his clit. he was good enough to stay still and enjoy it despite being horny.
In times like this you would always put his pleasure before yours. he needed relief.
you nudged it in, watching how his pussy spasmed. so eager-
"w-wait"
you stopped all your actions. worried that you did something wrong. there was a long pause until hyunjin clambered over to you. choosing to sit on your lap. his naked thighs caging you in.
not to mention he was bigger than you, so he covered you whole. but in moments like this, he looked smaller. and cuter than ever.
he cupped your face with his shaky hands, gently pressing his lips against your parted ones.
you felt your heart race. what was he doing? it took you off guard. you wrapped your arms around his waist.
"s-sorry i stopped you..." he apologised, his eyes a bit teary. you felt your heart sink.
"whats wrong? did you not like it"
"no i loved it...i suddenly felt like i just wanted to be close to you. i just want to stick to you" hyunjin mumbled, leaning back in to capture your lips. the taste of cherry still lingering on his lips.
he kissed you like he had not got the chance to for weeks.
slow and so full of love.
you could feel tears forming in your eyes. it had been a long time since the both of you had done something like this.
the lollipop still resting in your hand.
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nastyaromatherapy · 4 months
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virgin ethan finally deciding to loose his virginity to reader, who he'd been dating for months now. knows shes the one who he wants to spend the rest of his life with...just super sweet smut with subby ethan and reader practically spoiling him. maybe even some aftercare at the end? hes soso greatful </3 MAYBE could take place on their first valentine's day too...
i need this boy rn
Valentine's Day (18+)
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Taking Ethan's virginity on valentine's day.
pairing - virgin!Ethan Landry x fem!reader
idek what this is, js enjoy it
one shot length, 1.5k+ word fic
warnings: oral and PIV with protection, weirdly fluffy, rlly rushed
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The loose powder spilled everywhere, making you groan to pick it up. It was the half way marker of your makeup routine, the same one you did for date nights with Ethan. You'd been dating him for about six months, and this would be the two of you's first valentines day together.
The boyfriend effect really affected you. After getting with Ethan you didn't invest as much time or effort into your looks because he didn't care. He always thought you looked gorgeous no matter what. For dates however, you always wanted to spend extra time looking good, especially on holidays like this.
As you swept the powder off the floor with your hands, you wondered what Ethan had in store for tonight. Would he buy you flowers? A new dress?
Flowers.
You ran into Ethan's arms at the park you decided to meet up at, his forearm extending so you didn't crush the bouquet in his hands. The fragrance of your shampoo invaded his sinuses, and he chuckled at the sent he purchased for you. “Happy valentine's day,” he softly spoke after pulling away from the embrace, sheepishly handing you the roses.
You stood on your toes to sweetly peck his lips before landing back on your heels, taking the arrangement of flora in your hands. “Thank you, Eth,” you said, smiling gently at the boy.
“Where do you wanna eat? I heard the new pastry place that opened up was good.” You nodded, liking the idea. “Donuts sound really good,” you beamed.
Donuts.
Ethan wiped the jelly and powder off your lips with his thumb, and when it didn't come off, he licked a napkin and started to scrub your face. “Ethan, gross!” You giggled jokingly, grateful for his affectionate gesture.
“This place is good,” he nodded, biting into his éclair. You agreed and leaned back onto his lap, laying in the grass at the park. The ambience was calm and peaceful. You wanted to lay at that park till nightfall, till the moon reflected in the lake and the street lamps turned on.
Until then, you and Ethan strolled around the streets, talking, drinking random drinks from places you'd never heard of. You walked in your ballet flats and sun dress, goosebumps painting the skin of your legs.
“Cold?” He asked with a chuckle, making you slap his upper arm. “Yeah,” you responded, clinging onto his arm for extra warmth. “We can go home. Actually I wanted to ask you about something.” You stopped your walking and turned to him. “What is it?” He brushed you off, “I'll tell you later.”
Once back at your place, you collapsed on the couch after kicking off your shoes, Ethan following closely behind. "So.. what was it you wanted to tell me?" You asked him. He inhaled, a little nervous, before sitting next to you. “I- you know how I'm a virgin, right?” He asked you to which you nodded in return. “I was wondering if, if you wanted to take my virginity tonight?” He asked just barely above a whisper, making your eyes open up wide like saucers.
“Ethan,” you cooed, your hand finding its way to his knee. “I'd love too.” He softly exhaled as he was holding his breath. His eyes looked up to yours as you climbed onto his lap, your hands behind his neck. You tilted your head before leaning down to interlock your lips with his as you rolled your hips against him. He groaned at the unfamiliar sensation, hands shifting from your hips, thighs, ass, and waist, not knowing where to leave them.
You giggled before pulling away and grabbing his hands to rest on your ass, letting him know he could grope it through your dress. Small grunts continued to leave his lips as you grinded against him. “I'll take care of you,” you whispered into his ear, pink from his fluster.
You climbed off of his lap and reached for your purse on the other cushion. You pulled out a condom, strawberry flavored of course, and left it in your left hand as you unzipped his jeans with your right. His breath hitched when your palm grazed his slowly growing erection through his boxers, only getting larger by your touch.
“Has a girl even touched you like this before?” You asked, looking up at him to meet his eyes. He shook his head, mostly silent to focus on what was happening to him. You kissed a line up his fabric covered shaft causing him to let out a moan, before you stuck your hand past the waistband into his boxers to release his cock. Your eyes lit up at his size, “God you're perfect,” you didn't mean to mutter aloud.
A flush flooded his cheeks from your compliment, and he bucked his hips into your touch as you started to roll the condom onto him, fitting him snug. “Thank you,” he whispered, thankful for your words and eagerness to take him.
You wrapped your fist around his base, not too tight, slowly stroking him. He whimpered when you licked a stripe up his shaft, before wrapping your lips around the head. He closed his eyes, still getting used to the feeling, but when he opened them, he didn't ever want to close them, not even for a blink, again.
He watched as you were happy to please him, pink nails wrapped around his base with another set on his thigh. Your eyes were cast with a red tint as they teared, your sinuses getting clogged. He continued to squirm from the sensation of the blowjob, which he's never experienced. The strawberry taste invaded your palate, only making it more blissful. He was soon a whimpering mess which you found cute, he hasn't even felt your cunt yet.
You pressed your thighs together and moaned onto his cock, growing more aroused by each sound he let loose. You pulled off of him, a trail of saliva stringing off your lips, before pulling your dress over your head, revealing your uncovered tits. His cock twitched at the sight, and you saw how some of the tip of the condom was already bubbling with precum. He whined at the prolonged seconds without your mouth around him.
You climbed onto his lap once more, only in your Brandy panties. “Please,” he begged, wanting to be inside you so badly. “Patience, Eth,” you spoke. You reached up his shirt, caressing his stomach, before helping him pull it off over his head, exposing his toned chest. You quickly slid your panties down to your ankles, eager to take him.
His eyes shut as he muttered “fuck, fuck, fuck's,” when you rubbed his tip against your wet folds. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. “Oh,” you gasped when you poked the tip into your entrance, before fully sitting on him. He arched his back as your walls clamped around him, voice cracking into your ear.
“That okay?” You asked breathily. In response he nodded. “Please keep going,” he begged. You laid your hands on his chest as you bounced on his cock, mouth agape as pretty sounds erupted out. As you rode his sensitive cock, tears welled in his eyes from the intensity. He whimpered excessively as his hand found their way to your waist and breast, lightly squeezing it.
You gasped, mouth shaping into an o as he grasped your tit, making you clench around him just a bit tighter. When he noticed the correlation he continued to massage your breasts, loving the way your walls wrapped around his cock. “You're so tight,” he grunted through gritted teeth.
“Eth, try fucking me,” you taught. You lifted yourself up slightly and laid your hands on his slender shoulders. “Just thrust up- shit!” You cried when he quickly caught on and started plowing into you. “Fuck Ethan, you're gonna make me cum,” you whined into his ear as he fucked your cunt, chest heaving against yours.
He started huffing, biting his lip as he concentrated on his movements. “Fuck, oh fuck I'm gonna cum,” he groaned, leaving you little time to react before burying himself into you and releasing into the condom. Acting quickly, wanting to finish as well, your finger pads made contact with your clit, rubbing circles around it. You moaned as your pussy spasmed, finishing on his softening cock.
He quickly pulled out while holding on the base, and you helped him to remove the condom, leaving it on the coffee table to be cleaned later. You let your head rest in the crook of his neck, heavily breathing together. “Did- did you cum?” He asked after catching his breath, a rookie question. “Yeah,” you panted.
You sniffed in the musky scent of his neck, growing tired on his lap. “Thank you, y/n, that felt so good.” You sighed, “You did so good.” You cupped one of his cheeks and kissed his jawline before speaking, “How's that for a valentine's day gift?” You chuckled against his collar bone. He smiled and wrapped him arm around your waist, pulling you in close. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I love you so much,” he admitted, kissing your head lightly. “I love you too, E.”
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In The Middle of The Night
Very mildly suggestive fluff that could be a smut fic later. Send requests yall!!!! GN reader. Buggy drives himself insane thinking of you
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Something in Buggy has snapped. Making him tired of this little game you played for months on end. Though tired wasn't the best word for it, frenzied was much better. It had come out from nowhere but you weren't opposed at all. You had always expected this to happen with some big annoying flourish. For him to talk at you endlessly until you were at each others throats, then he would finally kiss you.
Instead it was late at night, the kind of late that meant even the drinking crew was asleep. You were actually on the ship and trying to be rocked by the waves to dreamland. But it refused to come and eventually you needed water. Getting up to go to the gally to find it your footsteps stirred the Captain.
He was a very heavy sleeper when the nightmares weren't bothering him. But he wasn't sleeping at all. Laying in bed eyes open and pointed to the ceiling. His makeup was a bit rubbed off from trying to sleep and all daywear he didn't wash it off often. A simple beige shirt and pants were all he wore to sleep in. Being a captain he couldn't sleep nude or anything since he could be called at any time.
All he could think about was you as he gaze didn't leave the banisters. Usually by this point he would be touching himself with the door locked. But tonight the thoughts were so vivid and torturing him so much he couldn't be bothered. If he had to settle for just his hand yet again he'd go insane.
And his thoughts weren't always dirty. Despite what he said and how he acted all he saw was you sitting by the front of the shift and the light of the ocean shining off you. He thought about your smile at him that was getting more sincere by the day. And the way you laughed at his jokes. He was getting too old to be such a tongue tied lovesick fool. But a fool was always what Buggy would be.
Hearing the familiar creak of your steps, which he knew easily from listening so much. His head snapped to the side chest jolting. He often dreamed you would come to him. It'd be so much easier if you initiated things. But since when would that ever happen?
You'd knock at his door and say you had a bad dream. Or better yet flat out that you wanted him. Climbing across his bed making the entire thing sway on its chains before latching onto his chest for support and whispering how badly you needed him.
Like that would ever happen. But the reality still didn't stop his heart from pounding in its chest and his entire body from tensing. This was going to make him crazier than he already was. Lips suddenly parched he smacked them in anticipation and tried to not make a sound.
You didn't open his door. Of course not, even if any of those thoughts also crossed your mind you weren't crazy enough to follow them. Your steps receded and with them his sense. This was torture! He felt like he could laugh at how riled up and tense he felt. Defeat sank in with shame that he could usually stomach.
Tonight was different. He hadn't been able to sleep for days at ths point and your steps were finally sending him over himself. Racing doubts and need were bouncing off the other and as unpredictable as he was that sort of thing would usually make him lash out. You were one of the few exceptions.
Finally though after weeks of this that grew worse by the night he literally couldn't take it anymore. One more second even and he might as well die. Sitting up his face was much more serious than it ever usually was. Swinging his legs to the side he did an angry little scoot to the edge of the swinging bed and hopped down. Without thinking he went for his door and opened it. At this point he was on autopilot and started for the direction you had gone.
He actually had no idea what he was going to do. But thoughts left him beyond the image of you looking over and smiling kindly in a way that said maybe, just maybe you felt the same. At least you could be interested enough. Was that enough? It didn't bother him much because he was about to find out. He steps were quiet without his boots on, something that surprised most people.
Spotting you around the corner, by now he would have stopped or yelled something obscenely loud to startle you. Instead the sight of you in your soft sleep clothes caught his eye. How did you make everything look so good? His mouth only got drier and his hands were tense but it didn't stop him from coming closer.
You finally noticed somebody coming and turned to look. To your surprise it was a very underdressed and strangely normal looking Buggy. Muttering in curiosity was the last straw for him. You weren't immediately disgusted or frightened which considering how he looked was a bit impressive. You might have even been happy to see him.
"Buggy?"
His name falling from your lips and the way you not only didn't shrink away but almost seemed glad to see him? It was all the confirmation he needed. Not saying a word he just nodded with an intent look in his eye. Which was definitely very out of character for him but before you could ask what was wrong he reached out for your face.
Stunned by this his hands took your cheeks in his fingers and slowly smoothed along your jaw. What was even more surprising was the tenderness in it. He paused for a moment in the dark low lit hall and stared at your face. Whatever last chance you had to tell him to go to hell was there. But you were too busy looking at his sharp and beautiful eyes to say much,
"Bugs?"
Your whisper was caught on his lips. His hands smoothed up so your face went into his palms and he pulled himself into you so your lips could meet. The boat rocked slightly as usual and made you step to the side. He was quick to grab onto your waist to hold you steady while he tasted your mouth. It all happened so quickly it took a moment for your wide eyes to close and to his relief you sank into the kiss and reached for his chest.
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janeyseymour · 24 days
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Love Thy Neighbor- pt 6
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.
Summary: Ellie's sick. Cue Melissa to jump in to help.
WC: ~2.7k
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Over the past few months, the way that the redhead has made herself present in your life has only gotten stronger. She’s with you in the morning for breakfast, during the drive to and from school, she shows up when you need help with school work, there when you just need some adult time. She’s there for Ellie when she needs help with homework, wants to cuddle but you’re busy, there when she’s excited or sleepy, has had a nightmare and she’s with you on the couch, shows up when her dance class has a parent night… she’s just there. She always is.
But you still don’t want to ruin what you have going on. Life is easy and nice right now with her… if you two decide to date and it falls apart, she’s gone. Or you’re gone. You suppose that if it were all to go up in flames, this is her apartment complex, Abbott is her school, the coworkers that you’ve become friendly with are hers. The only thing that you would get out of a breakup with the redhead is your daughter. And even then, you’re fairly certain at this point that Ellie would be more devastated about not seeing Melissa than she is about the absence of her father. So you haven’t done anything about it yet. 
But that’s about to change… not that you know it.
Ellie’s been sniffling a lot lately, but you’ve just contributed it to the fact that the seasons are changing, you have allergies, her father has allergies… so naturally she should have inherited your seasonal allergies. You don’t realize that she’s picked up what seems to be making its way through Barbara’s classroom.
Your daughter is currently putting up the biggest fight of her life. She does not want to go to school, which is so unusual for her. She’s flat out refusing to eat the breakfast that Melissa made, she’s sticking her nose up at every sweater for her to put over her uniform that you try to show her, and she bursts into tears when you tell her that she can’t bring her stuffy to school with her because it isn’t a stuffy day.
“Elizabeth,” you sigh. You’re slowly starting to lose your patience. “Come on. We have to go to school today.”
“Why?! Other kids are not coming in because they’re sick!”
“Because you aren’t sick, baby,” you tell her as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Now please. We have to be out the door in ten minutes, and Momma isn’t ready for school yet.” You suppose you’ll have to do your makeup in the car while your neighbor drives in to the school.
“I don’t feel good though,” she whines.
At that, you soften. You place the back of your hand on her forehead, cheeks, and the back of her neck. She’s a little warm, but it’s nothing to be worried over.
“I’m sorry, lovey,” you sigh. “You just have to make it through today, and then when we get home tonight, we can cuddle.”
As you’re leaving the house, you throw a few tylenol in your bag for Ellie if she needs it throughout the day.
The girl clings to Melissa as soon as she’s back in your apartment, and the redhead does everything she can to try to get Ellie to smile- it doesn’t work. She just lays her head on the woman’s shoulder and sighs heavily. 
You’re able to get your daughter into the school, and by then her cheeks are a little flushed. But she did fall asleep during the short car ride over, so you think that the red on her right cheek is from where her seatbelt was. 
Ellie stays in Melissa’s lap during the morning news, and when it’s time for her to go with Barbara down to the classroom, the water works start again. 
Melissa hands your daughter over to her kindergarten teacher with a shrug. You kiss Ellie’s temple gently, telling her to have a good day, before you and the redhead are making your way down to your wing. 
“What’s got pipsqueak so upset today?” your colleague asks quietly.
You bite your lip. “She isn’t feeling well I don’t think.”
She frowns. “Poor thing. Shouldn’t she be home? Or with your parents resting?”
“My parents are galavanting around Europe right now,” you huff. “Or she would be.”
“You could’ve taken off today to keep her home.”
You roll your eyes. “We are so short on subs lately, and I don’t need to have Mr. Johnson as my sub if I can help it.”
“Fair point,” Melissa chuckles. “Last time he was my sub, the kids came in the next day telling me all about the fourth dimension.”
It’s only about 9:30 when your classroom phone rings. It’s Barbara, so you tell your kids to work on the next math problem before answering it.
“Ellie still hasn’t calmed down,” the kindergarten teacher tells you quickly. “I’m not quite sure what else to do. I gave her stickers, I gave her hugs, I told her she could hold one of my stuffed animals…”
“I’m so sorry Barb,” you apologize.
“She should be home, Y/N,” the woman tells you sternly.
You breathe out. “I know… but I don’t have sub plans or a sub, and my parents aren’t around to come pick her up.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Maybe just send her down to the nurse so she can sleep on the cots?” you suggest. “I’ll call down and tell them the situation.”
The veteran teacher agrees and hangs up. You dial the nurse and beg her to let Ellie stay down there for the day while you teach. She begrudgingly agrees after you promise you’ll make her a key lime pie as payment.
Your prep comes faster than you really expect it to, and you line your kids up to take them down to the music room as Melissa is lining her kids up to take her class to gym.
“I can come to your room once I drop them,” the redhead tells you.
“You can, but I won’t be there,” you sigh as you fall into step with her. “I have to head down to the nurse’s office.”
“Ellie still isn’t feeling well?”
The two of you head into the nurse’s office, and the woman behind her desk doesn’t look very pleased with you. Ellie is laying on one of the cots crying.
“Oh, sweetness.” Your heart breaks at her little sniffles. As you pull her into your arms, you immediately feel how hot she is, but she’s trembling as if she’s standing out in the snow without her winter coat on.
“Momma,” she cries. “I’m so chilly!”
You immediately take your sweater off and drape it around her, pulling it tightly to her body. It seems to help, but she’s still cold despite the sweat forming around her brow.
“Kid’s been crying since she got here,” the nurse tells you. “Fever of 101. She should not be here.”
“I know, I know,” you mutter. “I’m sorry.”
“I’ll make you a meatloaf as payment for having her down here,” Melissa tells the woman as she too shrugs off her blazer and gives it to your daughter.
“Miss Mel,” your daughter reaches for the redhead immediately.
“I’m here, sweetheart,” the second grade teacher says softly, but doesn’t take your daughter out of your arms. Ellie squirms, and while you try to fight the hurt on your face, it doesn’t quite work. “Stay with your momma, hun.”
“But I want you,” your daughter mumbles as a tear falls down her face. You hand her over.
“I should probably get some work done anyway,” you shrug. You start to head out of the nurse’s office, but the redhead follows.
“I thought we were going to work on your lesson plans,” she says softly, Ellie on her hip.
You shrug. “I can always get some other stuff done.”
The two of you work quietly in your room, Ellie clinging to the redhead and falling asleep rather quickly.
Your preps are over far sooner than desired, but such is life. When you look up from your teacher’s manual, Ellie is fast asleep in Melissa’s lap.
“Shit.”
“She’s fine,” the second grade teacher promises. She stands and starts to make her way down towards the gym.
You chase after her. “Mel, she has to go back to-”
“I can teach with her,” the redhead tells you. “It’ll probably keep my kids in line better than they would be if I wasn’t holding a small, sick child anyway.”
“I can’t ask you to do that,” you argue back.
She waves you off. “You didn’t, I’m just doing it. And if it becomes too much, she can lay on my carpet with the bean bag and sleep there.”
“You’re going to get-”
“I’ve been teaching for years now,” she laughs. “My immune system is made of steel at this point. Don’t even worry about me. Just go get your kids and teach. We’ll see you at lunch.”
You watch as she makes her way down to the gym, Elizabeth in her arms and snoring softly. You see her press a delicate kiss to the girl’s sweaty hairline before smiling at her gently. The eyes that she’s looking at your daughter with are full of love and no selfishness in the slightest. If you weren’t sure before, you are now. Melissa is worth all of the risks in the world. You turn on your heel to pick up your kids from the music room.
Come lunch time, the redhead still has your daughter on her hip, and your heart swoons at the sight. The badass, mob-like teacher is just so soft and gentle with your little girl. Ellie is awake now, but she keeps her head resting in the crook of Melissa’s neck. As the two of you walk your kids to the lunchroom, Ellie waves at you sleepily.
“No sleeping again yet,” Melissa tuts quietly. “We have to make sure your belly is full and you drink some water before you nap again.”
“Mhmm,” your girl hums out sleepily.
Ellie spends the entirety of your lunch period wrapped up in your sweater and Melissa’s blazer curled up in your lap. You just barely get her to eat, but when Melissa attempts to get her to eat, she does so easily.
The rest of your friend group spends the period quietly, watching as the redhead handles your daughter with such a maternal warmth that they’ve never quite seen from her before. And when Ellie falls back asleep in your hold from your gentle rocking her, they fall silent at the steely gaze Melissa gives them. 
Ellie lets out a small whine for the redhead when you stand to pick your kids back up, and Melissa just takes her back into her arms with a wave of the hand.
“Pipsqueak’s been a good human heater for me,” she chuckles before glancing at your daughter. “Isn’t that right?”
The six year old nods into her shoulder before turning her head and blowing you a tired kiss.
“Only a couple more hours, and then you can curl up at home with your momma, okay hun?” she tries to assure the little girl.
“And you?”
“And me, if you want.”
“Yes, please,” Ellie requests softly.
At the end of the day, you make your way outside to help monitor dismissal alongside your neighbor. Ellie is still in her arms and fast asleep. She’s been asleep on the redhead for quite some time if the rather large wet spot on Melissa’s shoulder is any indication.
“My poor little girl,” you sigh as you brush a few hairs away from your daughter’s face. You kiss her head gently.
“She’s been out for a while,” Melissa tells you quietly. “But let me tell you, my kids have never been more well behaved.”
“You’ve been holding her since lunch?!”
“I tried to set her down on the carpet, and she stayed there for about five minutes before coming back over to me and begging me to hold her because she was cold. I just taught from my desk.”
“You could’ve sent her over to me,” you tell your coworker.
She shrugs. “I didn’t mind having the little one with me.”
Ellie stays asleep throughout dismissal and the drive home. When Melissa pulls into the parking garage at your complex, you grab your things and collect your daughter before turning back to walk in with the redhead. She’s still in the driver’s seat though.
“Go in. I have to run to the grocery store if I’m going to make my Nonna’s chicken noodle soup for the two of you.”
“I can make-”
“Trust me when I tell you this stuff will have El healed in no time flat, and you’re going to want it for when you get sick too,” your neighbor tells you. “I’ll be over once I’m back.”
You head in and settle yourself on the couch. Ellie lays on top of you, fast asleep and shivering. You kiss her forehead before reaching for the remote to turn on the television. There’s no way you’re going to get any work done tonight- you have to step up and be the mother for your daughter you always promised you would be.
The little girl only stirs when there’s a gentle knock on your front door, followed by the redhead stepping into your house and heading for the kitchen.
“Miss Mel?” she asks quietly.
“Yeah, baby,” you whisper back. “She’s making you soup so you can feel better.”
“I love Miss Mel,” she sighs quietly as she cuddles back into your hold.
You smile. “I do too.”
The woman brings three bowls of soup into the living room, along with two mugs of hot tea and some juice for Ellie, before settling on the couch next to you. The soup is amazing- not that you expected anything else.
When dinner is over, you give your daughter a bit of cold medicine, hoping she’ll feel better in the morning. She demands cuddles from both you and Melissa, but she’s quick to fall back asleep once she’s situated between the two of you. That leaves you and the redhead to chat about your days and have a bit of adult time. You know that you want to approach the situation at hand- the obvious feelings that she has for you and the feelings that you have for her.
“Why are you doing all this?” you finally ask.
“Doing what?” she raises a brow.
You gesture broadly. “All of this: helping us adjust to a new life, being here for Ellie, helping me get a job and then mentoring me, cooking us dinner… for heaven’s sake, you’re taking care of my child while she’s sick.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” she shrugs.
At that, you sigh. “Because I kind of expected to you hate me and stop coming over after I told you that us might never happen.”
“I could never hate you. I’d rather have you as a friend in my life than nothing at all,” she says softly as she places a hand over your own. “Besides,” she chuckles. “It’d be pretty awkward seeing each other at work and when we’re running in and out of the apartment if we stopped talking.”
You laugh softly. “Yeah.”
“And I think Ellie and I are something of kindred spirits,” the redhead says as she looks down at your slumbering daughter. “I couldn’t just leave her high and dry.”
You smile. “She’s a special one.”
“She is.”
“So are you,” you look at her with a soft gaze.
She rolls her eyes playfully. “I ain’t nothin’ special, hun.”
“You are,” you whisper as you squeeze her hand in your own. “So special.”
She rolls those striking green eyes again and turns her attention back to the television.
“Hey.” Melissa looks back to you, and you squeeze her hand again. “Special enough for me to throw caution to the wind and do this.” You press your lips to hers softly.
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estxkios · 7 months
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HONEY ੈ✩‧₊˚
bill kaulitz x fem!reader
summary : after a party both you and your boyfriend are tired, but when he needs a back massage boy will you give it to him 😭
warnings : fluff
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your eyes slowly fluttered open, you looked around the dirty room, solo cups and streamers scattered everywhere. you would usually wake up in your room, next to your boyfriend or in his arms. but no, today you were laying flat across the couch.
as you became more aware of your surroundings you realized you werent only not in your bed, but you werent in your pajamas either. you were in a tight black dress, and none of your jewlery was taken off.
"fuck.." you muttered, readjusting your position on the couch, staring at the fabric of your dress as you tried to remember how you had ended up sleeping without the comfort of your blankets.
you knew you had hosted your birthday party yesterday in you and your boyfriends house, but you couldn't remember how many drinks you had.
and although you wanted to keep digging into what had happened, the harder you though the more intense the pain became in your temples. you hissed and threw your head back onto the arm of the couch, closing your eyes once again.
you were on the edge of falling back asleep when you heard your boyfriends steps nearing the couch. you knew they were his steps because the sound of his slippers squeaking against the floor always found a way to wake you up, wether it be him kicking them off to get back into bed with you, or simply him putting them on.
you opened your eyes half way, but soon they widened when you saw bill about to lay on you.
before you could stop him, he layed on top of you, giggling like a kid.
all of his body weight was pressed onto you, which made you squeeze out a sound that made him start giggling even harder.
he wrapped his arms around your torso, placing his chin on your chest and looking at you through his pierced brows, he could tell something was off.
you groaned. you usually wouldn't be annoyed, but with the mixture of hangover and lack of sleep, you werent having it.
you were about to drift back to sleep, when bill put his head under your chin, letting out a loud, obnoxious groan.
"bill." you said sternly while you deadpanned at him. he widened his eyes at your tone
"what?!" he said in a high-pitched voice as he lifted his head to look at you, taken aback when you were already looking at him.
“seriously, what do you want?” you paused and looked at his big brown eyes, his makeup was smudged under his eyes, presumably from being to drunk to take his makeup off. “bill,” you started again, but he cut you off.
“you. i want youu.” he muttered into the crook of your neck.
“now..?” you said in a tone of voice laced with confusion and grogginess.
“nonono!” bills head shot up and shook at an alarmingly fast rate. “not like that. i just need you right now..” he trailed off, straddling your waist before sitting up.
“oh, alright.” mimicking his movements you also sat up, still gazing into his glossy eyes every so often as you say across from him on the leather couch.
“can you just pleaseee help me out? i’m not the only one who got totally hammered last light you know.” he said the last part of his scentence with the smirk.
you groaned and let out a fake cry, already knowing what was to come. “fine.”
bill made a celebratory noise and turned his back towards you, slowly adjusting his position so he was laying on his stomach.
“are you ready now princess?” you joked.
“yes i am.” he said in a girly tone, raising his eyebrows as he watched you straddle his lower back.
you moved bills hair off of his back so you could have a clear massaging workspace, purposefully scratching his scalp as you so.
you lifted yourself off of his torso slightly so that you could lift his shirt up.
bill let out a sigh as you gripped the fabric and rolled it up to his armpits, exposing his back.
you looked at him and he smiled.
god, he mustve known you didnt wanna massage him, because that smile can win anything.
you know it, and he does too, because with that you started kneading your thumbs into his back.
as you rhythmically massaged out all of the tension from last nights events, bill slowly grew more and more tired under you.
you rolled your hands against his lower back one more time before whispering,
"bill?"
no response, not even a slight movement or even a change in his breathing pattern.
he was dead asleep.
and you graciously took this opportunity to take a rest too after the labor (back massage😒) bill had put you through.
you straightened your legs out, intertwining them with bills, pushing him slightly towards the edge of the couch so you could lay next to him.
you pulled his shirt back so that his back was covered, and layed next to him, still halfway ontop of him, but the both of you could care less.
and with that, you grabbed a lock of his hair and slowly twisted it until you were on the brink of sleep.
"i love you." your boyfriend mumbles under his breath,
"love you too."
and although you couldnt see, he had the biggest grin plastered on his face.
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mydearzero · 2 years
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eddie fluff to smut where you’re laying on him plucking his eyebrows or sitting in his lap doing his hair/makeup cause you’re basically his personal stylist
Thank you so much for your request! I'm sorry it took a little longer than expected, but I hope you enjoy! <3
Make-Up Sex | E.M. x Reader
MASTERLIST
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Summary: Your best friend Eddie asked you to do his make-up. Innocent, right? But your back is hurting, and sitting on his lap seems like the perfect solution.
Fluff, Smut, Friends to Lovers.
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, bit of oral fixation? idk, masturbation (f), voyeurism (he watches). If I missed any warnings please tell me!
4.2K words
Beta read by @eddiemunsonbrxinrot
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"Sit still!" You groaned as Eddie squirmed for the umpteenth time. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, bouncing one of his legs up and down. Eddie had hesitated to ask you to do his make-up, even when he knew you wouldn't judge him. He didn't understand why he'd been so apprehensive since he already wore nail polish and had long hair. It wasn't like the people of Hawkins would be able to see the difference, already at his worst in their eyes. Yet still, he was nervous. It was one of the many requests he’d done in recent times to have you help him improve his look.
Your own nerves made your hands shake when applying the shadow to his eyelid. You did your best to steady them. When Eddie had turned to you after he blew out some smoke and asked if you'd do his make-up, you'd immediately beamed at him and told him to wait while you got the few items you kept in your bag. It was mainly a couple of pencils and shadows, but it would do. You hadn't considered the proximity, which was your own mistake because of course, you'd have to get close to his face. Duh. You were tense for a wildly different reason than Eddie was.
So here you were, heart beating faster than it should've, one hand holding Eddie's face still while the other applied charcoal eyeshadow with practised precision. You were lucky his eyes were closed. The glances you stole at his bare chest and dangerously low sweatpants would not have been able to go unnoticed if they weren't. This might've been a casual thing to Eddie, but the intimacy intoxicated you.
When you eventually got to the eyeliner, you told him to open his eyes and look up. Heat raged through your body at the look he gave you. Maybe it wasn't supposed to be as erotic as you perceived it, but it didn't matter. Your knees weakened, your hands stilled, and you put one of them on his shoulder to steady yourself. How you even managed to speak was the 8th wonder of the world. "No, uh, look up, don't look at me." You giggled as you tilted his chin up further. He chucked and complied.
You quickly stretched, your back starting to hurt from standing over him. You bent back down to work on his eyes, though you jerked when two hands were placed on your hips. "Sit. Might be easier on your back." It was a nonchalant remark, his eyes still looking up. When you didn't reply, his gaze fell back on you. "Isn't your back hurting?" He asked genuinely. There was no proof he was implying anything besides you sitting on his lap platonically. You paused for a second but nodded.
"Yeah, no, it is. Okay. Sit back." You put a hand flat against his bare chest and gave him a little push.
You quickly noticed you'd have to kneel over his thighs in an all too suggestive position to even be able to sit on his lap facing him. You placed both your knees beside his thighs and gently sat on them. He was bent backwards slightly, leaning both his hands on the bed in support. His eyes turned back to the ceiling, and that was that. You swallowed before uncapping the pencil and slowly leaning into his face and pulling his eyelid down so you could reach his waterline. You tried to contain the desire to run your hands over his chest and abdomen.
Eddie, in turn, had to contain himself not to look down, whatever it took. Your chest was almost directly in his face now. He would just have to bend his neck downwards, and he'd be buried between your tits. You were just friends. Eddie was very aware. With every new request or move, he was sure he'd gone too far. He did his best to make it all look casual and platonic. You had no idea what you were doing to him. You hadn’t even questioned it when he took off his shirt before you started applying the make-up. Maybe he’d also pulled down his joggers a bit further than necessary. It wasn’t like you could tell it was intentional.
Up until this point Eddie had been sure you thought nothing more of him than a friend. He was convinced that the glimpses he’d caught you stealing now and then were all in his head. The second you’d told him to open his eyes and look up, it clicked. Every memory of flustered faces and tense atmospheres came rushing back the second he noticed your dilated eyes. Your flushed cheeks were another symptom he could've seen had he ever paid attention, yet he never had. Your lip was between your teeth as you avoided his gaze. You were in complete disarray because of him. He couldn't help the small smirk appearing on his face.
"What?" You asked when you noticed the devilish face.
He shook his head. " 'S nothing, sweetheart. Please, continue." His eyes remained on the ceiling, but he shifted a little. Probably just trying to get more comfortable with you now sitting on his lap. Your breath hitched quietly when the ghost of his crotch rubbed against yours as he repositioned. If Eddie noticed, he didn't say anything. You finished applying the eyeliner and sat back with a pleased smile.
Eddie didn't know whether you remembered telling him you had a 'thing for men wearing make-up', but he remembered. Even if he hadn't, he would've been able to tell by the wanton look in your eyes when they finally made contact with his. He wanted to chuckle to himself. Did you have no self-control? Your breathing was shallow, though only slightly. He wouldn't have caught it if he hadn't been watching you so intently. You sighed deeply as you turned away with a dishevelled look on your face, putting the cap back on the eyeliner. It was obvious to him you were conflicted.
You turned back and looked at Eddie. "Well?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times, trying to find the right words. "Guess you're speechless, hmm, baby?" Eddie smirked. Baby? That was new.
"It looks good on you. You should learn to do it yourself. Get all the ladies." You quipped. Your eyes widened a tad when you realized you were still sitting on his lap.
"Get all the ladies? You think it makes me more desirable?" Well, duh.
You tried not to squirm, wanting to revel in this position just a little longer. "Hmm, I don't know. You be the judge." You moved to grab the mirror that was discarded on the bed, whereas he picked that exact moment to raise his legs from the floor and topple you forward. "Eddie!" You shrieked as your hands dropped onto his chest to catch yourself from falling all the way and suffocating him. He laughed maniacally as his hands met your waist to keep you from falling. "Stop, it's not funny!" You went to hit his chest, but he caught your wrist and held it firmly.
If it hadn't been for the dark make-up surrounding his eyes, you might've had the power to resist. Might have. His strong grasp on your wrist combined with the demanding glare made you reevaluate all your decisions. You didn't know how to proceed. Was this Eddie Munson making a move?
He finally moved when he took the wrist he was holding and slowly directed it downwards. You'd been dying to run your hands over his torso. To trace his tattoos, whether with your fingers or your mouth, you didn't care. To grab at his chest while he fucked you so good. It clouded your mind and your judgement. You wanted him to pound you until you didn't remember your own name, only his. You wanted him to put hi- "What're you daydreaming about, hmm?" You realized your hand was still resting on his abdomen, toying with the trail of hair leading from his navel into the waistband of his sweats. You were about to answer his question honestly, but his face made it apparent it wasn't a genuine one.
The hand that was still resting on his chest soon noticed that you weren't the only one whose breathing was laboured. You could feel his heart pound out of his chest right under your palm. The hands on your waist were scorching any piece of skin they were in contact with. Eddie’s nostrils flared as he observed your thought process. You eyed his neck, exposed now he was lying on his back. It was the perfect canvas to leave an obscure amount of hickeys on. Your tongue darted out to wet your parted lips. Your eyes met Eddie's once more, both of you realizing that even if you were to stop right here, there would be no possibility of returning to normal. An unspoken line had been crossed in the last few minutes. You were insatiable.
His eyes were questioning, searching for your approval. You made up your mind and removed your hands before placing both on his abdomen simultaneously. You rubbed your palms outwards towards his hips and back a few times as his hands slid down, gripping your hips. You ground them down faintly as you slowly trailed your hands up and leaned forward. A sigh escaped Eddie as you ground down a few more times. Your mouth made its way up to his ear, and you saw goosebumps rise when your warm breath hit his neck. "Tell me you want to do this." You whispered. The grip on your hips was vice-like when he forcibly pulled them down to meet his own. A gasp left your lips at the unexpected friction.
Eddie's voice took on a dark tone you'd never heard before tonight. "Even if it's the last thing I'll do"
His answer was all you needed before latching your mouth on a spot under his jaw. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you found a rhythm with your hips, groaning softly at the contact. A shiver ran through your body, the soft breaths and noises coming from Eddie sounding like the trumpets at the gates of heaven. You'd never even broached the subject of sex with Eddie. It wasn't a topic you discussed in any detail whatsoever. A taboo in your friendship. Perhaps both of you had always known deep down that if you talked about it, you'd be crossing the same line you had today. Maybe the tension had always been present. Simmering until you ultimately turned up the heat and let it boil over. And boil over you did.
You were so inexplicably hot. Your skin was burning up wherever Eddie touched it. His hand slid under your shirt, a freezing contrast to your heated abdomen. You freed Eddie's neck from your hickey invasion and glanced up at him with a smirk. His hands had finished exploring your body and settled on your ass as you ground down, now definitely feeling him. You realized you had yet to kiss him. You'd kissed him once during a game of spin the bottle in seventh grade. What a cliche. This was different. You were crossing line after line. If you kissed, it would mean something. It meant something to you either way, but his face didn't give his thoughts away. Fuck it. You smashed your lips against his, a chill settling in your bones as your lungs seemed to be filled with Eddie instead of oxygen. His presence was consuming you. The kiss was one of desperation— like you'd drop dead the second you parted.
Whines flooded your throat as you tried to pull him closer. There was no use. He was as close as he could be. But it wasn't enough, you needed more. The rhythm of your hips was frantic as your frustration built. Why couldn't you pull him any closer? He bit your bottom lip harshly, a warning, maybe. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sensation of his tongue meeting yours, his rough hands sturdy on your hips as he ground his crotch up against you. The thin fabric of his sweats barely hid anything; hardly provided a barrier.
Eddie broke the kiss to flip you over, you now lying on your back. You yelped at the sudden movement. He'd held your thighs in place, now being wrapped around his hips as he suddenly ground down with full force. The sensation was entirely different, the pressure and friction against your cunt sending your head against the mattress with a loud moan. Eddie lifted your arms and removed the shirt you were wearing, both now being topless. God— his chest. His glorious, magnificent chest. You could run your hands over it for days. He struggled for a second as he tried removing your bra, exhilaration rushing through his veins. When he finally undid the clasp, he hurried to take the straps off and discarded it somewhere in the room. "Jesus…" He muttered as he took one breast in his hand, kneading it as he chuckled in disbelief. "Can't believe it. All this, just for me." He rambled as his mouth made its way to your neck.
You hooked your fingers into his waistband and whined. "Off."
Now— If this had been one of his typical hookups, Eddie would've teased you about your eagerness, would've told you to 'ask nicely, sweetheart.' But he had this intrinsic desperation that wasn't allowing him to take things slow. He was right there with you. It was like an itch he'd never been able to scratch. He craved you in the worst way. The hopeless necessity of intimacy was torturing him. His gut was screaming, pleading for him to hurry, so he made quick work of his sweats and boxers. Your joggers and panties were the only remaining articles of clothing before you'd be able to feel all of him.
He backed off and stepped out of the garments he'd just taken off, kicking them to the side. He ran his hands over his face as he sighed and observed you lying before him. It was obscene, really. The layer of sweat glistening on your skin, tits out and moving with the heaving of your chest. You were watching him with that downright sinful look on your face. You weren't even naked yet. He had barely touched you. He placed himself back between your legs, tugging your sweatpants and panties down in one swift motion. He pushed you further back on the bed so you were lying in the middle, giving him more space to move you around. The way he crawled over you seemed almost predatory. When he was parallel to you, you placed your hands on his shoulders. The shoulders his Hellfire shirt highlighted so phenomenally. He might not play, but Eddie sure did look amazing in that baseball tee.
He leaned down and sucked a hickey in the most visible fucking spot before moving down and leaving one in the exact middle of your tits. "Hmmm, you're gonna be mine now, right?" He asked, but couldn't look at you. You thought it would've become weird between you by now, but somewhere deep inside, you supposed you knew it had always been Eddie.
"Yeah, Eddie. All yours." You didn't mean for it to sound so fed up, but frustration was settling in your bones due to his sluggish pace.
"Be sweet now, dear. Or there will be consequences." He murmured against your neck. His ring-clad finger ghosted over your collarbone and trailed towards your nipple, circling and flicking it a couple of times before moving on to the other side. His left hand made its way into your hair with a firm but comfortable grip.
When his face rose from your neck to gaze down at you, you remembered the damned make-up you'd put him in. It looked so criminally good on him that it should've been illegal. You traced the scar on his jaw with your finger before moving to his nose and eyebrows, just admiring his face now you were truly getting the opportunity to see him in this new light. "I'm glad you're liking it so much, darling. Asked you just so you could do it." It wasn't the full truth, Eddie did actually want to experiment with his look. But your reaction was one he was also dying to experience. You grinned at the sappy moment, but your smile quickly dropped when the head of his cock made the slightest contact with your clit. He took it in his hand and started sliding it up and down your slit teasingly, avoiding your clit whenever he could. Your moan was high-pitched when his knuckles brushed over it a few times, more friction and satisfaction than you'd had up until now.
The mirror still lying behind you on the bed caught Eddie's attention when light reflected off it onto his face. He grinned giddily as he had an idea. "You're so unbelievably wet for me. Didn't think I'd ever get to learn how wet that pretty pussy could get." He whispered in your ear. He released the grip on his dick to lean over you and grab the mirror. He positioned it between your legs and motioned for you to look in it. "You see that, baby? See what I do to you?" You were uncertain about watching, but when you did, you were fascinated. He was right. You didn't think you'd ever been this aroused in your life. "Play with yourself for me." It wasn't a question.
"What? Eddie, I'm not doing that."
He tutted as he ran a finger between your lips, gathering the juices and bringing it up to his mouth. The way he sucked his finger was filthy. You gaped as he raised an eyebrow. You looked back down in the mirror and slowly brought a hand down. You spread your legs a little further, positioning them the way you usually would when touching yourself. Eddie's gaze was encouraging, sure, but the twitch his dick gave as it leaked precum at the sight of your glistening cunt was what pushed you over the edge and made you start circling your clit.
"Tell me what you're thinking about." Eddie insisted.
"You." You were already breathless. Him watching you this close was exciting.
"What about me?" He asked with a sly grin. His hand was palming his dick as he watched.
"Fuck, Eddie. Your fucking hands. They're so pretty." You sighed and moved to enter a finger. Eddie had seen you watch his hands in the past but never realized they were such a turn-on for you. He'd written it off as a mere fascination. His hand left his cock and slowly made its way up your thigh as put away the mirror and stopped your hand. You'd gotten yourself way too close for his liking. You whined as he replaced your hand with his own. He was going agonizingly slower, but the pressure felt incredible.
He made his way back on top of you gradually, leaving a trail of pecks and kisses up your body, still caressing you where you wanted it most. He paused and examined your face lovingly for a second, the dark around his eyes not matching the light that twinkled inside them. "I can't wait, darling. Not anymore." He whispered against your lips, kissing you with an unexpected gentleness for the situation at hand.
"Please, Eddie. Need you inside." You nibbled at his bottom lip as his hand reached down to line himself up.
"Fuck, don't say things like that, love. You're gonna make me bust just by talking." He groaned. "Waited so long for this." He sighed and finally pushed himself in.
You felt a sense of peace and gratification wash over you as he settled inside, giving you some time to adjust. This was where you belonged. It was like everything in the universe fell into place that very moment.
Eddie admired your blissful face with wonder. Did you feel it, too? The puzzle pieces of life clicking together? All his problems resolving themselves when his body connected with yours? You motioned for him to move, and his eyes rolled back as he kissed you with all his might. He wanted to go slow, make the moment last forever. He couldn't believe how sentimental he was being when he finally got the chance to be inside you. But he'd been waiting for this for too long. His pace picked up, desperately searching for release.
Eddie felt amazing, filling you up just right. He had the exact length and girth to satisfy your needs— Like he was fucking made just for fucking you. You were scratching at his back. You needed more. Somehow, Eddie knew just what you required. He slid out of you and turned you around, propping you on your knees. He slung an arm around your waist, his other hand travelling to your mouth. "Wrap your pretty lips around my fingers, baby. Wanna feel you suck on them while I fuck you." You tentatively sucked on his fingers but were startled when Eddie pushed them in deeper, triggering your gag reflex. He pushed his length back inside when he felt a cough come from your throat. You struggled to breathe for a second, the sudden entrance of both his fingers and dick being overwhelming. "Breathe, baby. You can take it. Just keep sucking for me."
You recovered quickly and started sucking his fingers as he set a brutal pace. With every thrust of his hips, his fingers slid further into your mouth. It was like you were being fucked from both sides, but it was all just Eddie. You did your best to try and keep sucking, but when he found the spot that sent your head reeling and kept hitting hit repeatedly, your jaw slacked. You moaned his name repeatedly as he kept plunging inside. Well— the amount of his name that was coherent around his fingers. It came out sounding more like delirious moans and whines that were close to sending Eddie over the edge.
"Rub your pussy for me. Want you to come on my cock." Eddie grunted in your ear. He turned to your neck and gave it a bite before increasing the speed of his thrusts to seek his release. You moved one hand from the bed, trusting Eddie to support you, and reached down to circle your clit, matching the speed of his balls slapping against your skin. The sounds were foul. The squelches of his thrusts, the sound of skin hitting skin, the moans and whines coming from around Eddie's fingers and his grunts all combined… It was the filthiest orchestra.
Eddie knew you were getting close. Your mouth was hanging open, and you were fucking drooling over his fingers and down his forearm. You tightened around him, squeezing him just right. When the pitch of your moans turned higher and higher, he knew you were right there with him. His hips stuttered as he had to release his fingers from your mouth to catch himself from toppling over you. He filled you with a low grunt, all while you screamed his name and came on his cock.
You tried to catch your breath when Eddie finally freed you from his grip, sending you falling to the bed face down. He plopped down next to you, chest heaving. He raised his hand and observed his fingers with a silly smile.
"What?" You asked, confused.
"I've got grandpa fingers." He laughed and turned to show you.
"Jesus H. Christ, Munson." You groaned as you buried your face in his mattress. Fresh come was still leaking out of you, yet here he was, making jokes about his wrinkly fingers from having them in your mouth all this time.
He grabbed your waist and turned you to him in a moment of clarity, pulling you close. "We're okay, right?" He asked with a concerned look.
"Yeah, I think this is exactly what we needed, actually." You sighed as you placed a hand on his chest, tracing the tattoo with your fingers.
"Good, good…" He sighed, but his eyebrows furrowed. "This isn't a one-time thing, is it?"
You slapped his chest softly with a scoff. "Don't you dare insinuate that I'm anything but head over fucking heels for you after you fuck me like that, Eddie."
He chuckled and looked genuinely relieved. "That's awesome, really. Because I've been head over fucking heels for you for a bit now, I think… I guess I just didn't want to face the truth if I'm gonna be honest."
You nodded in agreement. You'd been in the same boat, sailing the same sea.
You tilted your neck up to catch his black-lined eyes already staring down. Your eyes darted to his lips. How you were nervous to kiss him after what you'd just done, was beside you. He smiled and leaned down knowingly. You met him halfway and had a genuine, heartfelt kiss. You couldn't help but smile foolishly. Who would’ve thought?
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