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toruro · 10 months

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— ✧ the cake in the back

pairing. choi seungcheol x reader

description. cheol is a regular at your bakery, and it's all because his son loves the banana bread you make—at least that's what he tells himself. it also doesn't hurt that you're cute. and polite. and totally someone he'd like to fuck.

genre. smut, fluff

tags. rich dilf cheol, bakery owner reader, or4l (f receiving), car s3x, kitchen s3x, pet names (angel), cr3ampi3, aprons ... hehe

w/c. 3.8k+

a/n. IGNORE THE TITLE OKAY I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY. look i know it's corny and i literally am writing this on a whim but happy father's day

"soobin's not with you today?" your voice is cheery and gentle when you greet your regular.

mr. choi smiles and shakes his head. "shocking, i know," he laughs in that deep and velvety tone that has you bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet out of pure giddiness.

"a pleasant surprise," you reply, putting on some gloves as mr. choi approaches the counter. it's near closing, and it's around that time of day where people usually don't come in as much, so you've been alone and just cleaning up the space yourself. "what can i get you, mr. choi?"

the handsome man chuckles, flicking his wrist as he pushes some hair back, the reflective surface of his wrist watch (that you definitely don't want to know the price of because it might just make you pass out) glinting under your bakery's warm lights. "thought i told you to stop calling me that. seungcheol is much better considering ..." he searches for the words for a moment. "... we see each other so regularly," he concludes.

"i've got to maintain some level of professionalism, don't you agree, mr. choi?" you tease. "the regular, i'm assuming? two banana breads?"

"you already know it."

grinning, you nod and pull up a box. "how's soobin? i haven't seen him or you in a while. i'm starting to miss my favorite customer."

"i'm sure soobin would be flattered to hear that. he's doing well, i couldn't bring him today since he's got a swimming class this evening," seungcheol explains, pulling out his wallet that's donned in some brand name that looks so expensive you don't even know how to pronounce it. you move down the counter grab some of the bread which is on your far left, and he walks down on the other side to match you, keeping up the conversation.

"ah yes. he seems to be around that age to start learning. better now than never, honestly. my younger brother didn't learn until he was older and it did not seem easy," you say with a giggle, bringing out the tongs to grab two small loaves.

seungcheol nods in agreement. "that, and i'm planning on taking the two of us on a vacation spot in a few months ... not sure where yet, but soobin's been wanting to go to a beach location for ages," he tells you, and your heart swells.

the image of soobin and seungcheol, goofing around on a beach send a warm feeling through your body. it's also maybe an added plus that there's a flicker in your mind of what seungcheol would look like in nothing but swim trunks, skin shining from the water under the beaming sun, dark hair splayed across his forehead.

you wonder what he's hiding beneath that plain, beige t-shirt of his. his arms are somewhat exposed, and from just the little bit of muscle that peeks out and flexes when he moves around, you think you can safely assume he's got much more going on in the places where your eyes can't reach.

realizing he's still right in front of you, you blink down hard as an attempt to pull yourself back into reality, eyes flickering up at the handsome man in front of you.

"s-sounds fun," you say honestly, packing the bread and handing it to him over the counter. in this moment, seungcheol catches sight of the apron you've got on. it's light pink and hugs your figure so nicely, he can't help but comment on it.

"new apron, huh?"

shyly, you look down and nod. you hadn't expected him to notice. "uh, yeah. my employees got it for me as a birthday gift, actually."

seungcheol furrows his brows as he hands you his card so you can charge him. "it's cute. was your birthday, um, recent?"

you nod casually, tapping at your machine for a second before handing back his card, trying to ignore the way his comment first comment has your stomach flipping and flopping around. "yeah, it was a few days ago."

"i'm sorry, i didn't know," he says sincerely, causing you to frown.

"hey, don't worry about it. it's not something i expect my customers to know and—"

"let me treat you to something," seungcheol says abruptly, cutting you off mid-sentence. he realizes after that it's a bit rude, but something about the way you brush him off as just a customer makes him feel the need to prove you wrong.

"i—i'm sorry?" you ask, and for a moment seungcheol almost mistakes your confusion for apprehension, but then he drinks in the way you look up at him curiously, lips slightly parted, and he relaxes.

"you're closing soon, right? let me ... treat you to something," he repeats. "a coffee or something, if you don't mind."

"oh, i can't possibly impose like that, especially when you've got to pick up soobin and—"

"i wouldn't be offering if you were imposing. he's getting picked up by my friend anyways—his son and soobin are going to have a play date and stuff and—" he's rambling, seungcheol knows that, but he can't seem to care. "basically what i'm saying is you don't have to worry about that. seriously. wait—not that i'm forcing you. you can totally say no, i just ..." he sighs, "don't want you to say no because you think you'll be imposing. 'cause you won't be."

when you smile brightly up at him, eyes glittering and laugh cheery, a wave of relief washes over seungcheol. "i—thank you for the reassurance. i'd love to get coffee, but i do have around twenty more minutes before closing and i still have some stuff i need to clean up and i'm not sure if you—"

"i'll wait." he pauses, then adds, "and help."

you're a bit apprehensive at first—a customer helping you out with closing? but you're quick to learn that once cheol has his mind set on something, it isn't the easiest to pull him away from it—and right now cheol is determined to treat you, as he put it.

the next forty-five minutes is spent with you directing seungcheol around your bakery. he's a surprisingly fast learner and before you know it, all the pastries are loaded in the back, the dishes are cleaned, your floors are swept, and suddenly you find yourself outside of your shop with the doors locked, standing next to seungcheol who watches with you a clouded expression.

"thank you so much for the help," you say bashfully. "you're already taking me—" is it too soon to say he's taking you out? oh well, what's done is done. "—taking me out. isn't this a little too much?" you joke, wiggling your brows.

seungcheol chuckles and shakes his head, pulling his eyes out of his pocket and twirling around the chain around his fingers. fuck, he has really nice fingers—

seungcheol's voice interrupts your thoughts "do you have a car or—"

"i usually take the bus home," you explain, rocking back and forth on your feet. cheol frowns, but doesn't say anything. maybe he can fix that, but that's an thought for another time as he points at his suv, all black from top to bottom, with tinted windows and full black wheels.

there's a silence that envelopes the two of you when you slip into the passenger seat, placing your work bag on the floor. seungcheol is already in the driver's seat, key stuck in but not turning on the engine just yet.

you glance between the sight of your bakery out the window, and back at seungcheol who already has his gaze on you.

"you're going to have to be transparent with me for a second," seungcheol says seriously, locking eyes with you as you shift your body to face him. "and i want to make sure we're on the same page about ..." about whatever is going to go down.

you bite down on your lip, and even though cheol knows you're doing it absentmindedly, he can't help but feel his pants grow tighter at the way it puffs up when your teeth release it.

"i ... i think you know we're on the same page," you reply shyly, shifting a little in your seat to try and make up for the silence.

"you want this?" cheol clarifies, one eyebrow cocked up.

a feeling of pride swelters in his chest when you reply without hesitation, "i do." and then a bit more quietly, you add, "i, uh, have for a while."

now cheol usually likes to tread lightly; he doesn't want to mess around and is great at keeping his dick in his pants but there's just something about the way you look at him so cutely.

you look at him like you know all the nasty things he wants to do to you, and you bat your eyelashes like you don't care—like you'd let him. like you'd take every damn thing he gives you without a single word of complaint, and it's driving him crazy.

again, cheol is great at keeping his foot on the brake, but then you swipe your tongue over your bottom lip and suddenly he's slamming his feet on the accelerator.

wrapping one hand around your neck, he pulls you to smash his lips onto yours. it's a gentle kiss—tentative, as if you're both testing the waters. pressing against each other as your faces tilt, your hands find purchase in his hair when cheol laps at your bottom lip. that's where it all takes off.

the kiss turns from innocent and sweet to sloppy and fast within a matter of moments and suddenly you're grappling at his arms, his hands are searching for your tits, gripping at the flesh and before you know it, you're being thrown to the back.

seungcheol nearly slams your back down onto the seats, your loose shirt riding up your stomach in the process to reveal the lower half of your bra. "fuck," he mutters, low and under his breath in that raspy sort of way that has your clothes feeling too hot and your cunt too empty.

"seungcheol," you moan, unbuttoning your work pants and shoving them off your legs, along with your panties in one go, leaving your wet cunt open and bare. he doesn't take a moment to shuffle back and bring his face down to be level with your core, eyes looking up at you with some kind of mischievous glint that has your stomach churning.

with a bit of hesitance, he places a soft kiss over your clit, watching you carefully to see how you react. when you whine and arch your back against the leather seats, he figures that that reaction is good enough, and this time lets his tongue out, swiping it against the throbbing bad.

"sweet," he murmurs, lips moving down against your folds. the movement and vibrations send sparks through your core and up your spine, and you shudder at the feeling as one hand flies down to grip at his dark hair. "so fuckin' sweet," he repeats before diving his tongue back, swiping it up and down between your folds.

"ah-h-h, seungcheol—fuck," you whimper when he presses the wet muscle flat against your drooling hole, continue to circle around and tease you. fervently, cheol—to put it bluntly—makes out with your cunt. digging his face in between your legs, his nose brushes against your clit when he adjusts his neck to lap and suck against unexplored areas, leaving you mewling into your arm as you try and sit still for him.

there isn't much room in the back, and to be frank, your limbs are in an uncomfy position, and you can only imagine the strain cheol is feeling, bent over and legs in an awkward position when he holds your hips and pulls you closer so he can smother himself in your pussy. he doesn't seem to mind though, lifting his head every few moments to grin up at you with hazy eyes, glossy lips, and a drenched chin, off-handedly commenting something dirty about how nice you taste, how he could live between your legs, how you're driving him fucking insane.

it's the meticulous flicks of his tongue, the deep and guttural words that escape his honeyed lips, and the girth of his fingers when he finally plunges them into your warm cunt that bring you to your edge. it only takes a few rubs and curls against your aching walls before your shaking, crying out his name as you thrust upwards, holding his face down so you can grind against him.

and he whispers the words, "cum angel," so sweetly—a complete contrast to the way his tongue is scooping up all your arousal—and so you cum like you never have before.

fuck my life, you think to yourself as the waves of your orgasm finally hit you. cheol rides you through the high, and he does it good. so good, you're left breathless when he pulls away from your cunt with a dopey smile and feather light kisses all up your thigh and stomach, and then finally your lips.

"my place?" he asks, stroking your cheek gingerly as you blink up at him. and when you nod hazily, he pats you lightly, helping you back to the passenger seat before helping you slip on your panties and pants back on. this time, when cheol gets back into the driver's seat, he places one hand on the steering wheel, the other secure over your still quivering thigh. "relax angel," he murmurs, and you can't help but burn at the gentle words. this can't be the same man who ate you out like you were damn piece of cake just moments earlier.

the drive is quiet, but not uncomfortable. if anything, you're fucking enthralled. when he stops at a red light, cheol looks over at you and when your eyes meet you can't help but giggle together until you're cheeky, grinning mess by the time you pull up to his house.

parking in the lavish drive way, cheol tells you to hold on for a second, getting out of the car and making his way to your side, to open the door for you.

"i didn't know that this what you meant by coffee," you giggle, stumbling out next to him and letting him wrap an arm around your waist to help you up the steps to his house. it's a beautiful estate, really, but you aren't too focused on admiring the luxury right now—you're much more interested in what's to come between you and cheol.

and you're about to find out soon enough because as soon as he opens the door, lets you in, and closes it behind you, cheol's hands are all over you. with your eyes closed as you two engage in a hot mess of tongue and teeth and lips, your rocking back and forth in his arms, his legs leading to you to some place you're not really aware of until you feel something hard and cool press against your lower back.

"wear the apron," cheol tells you firmly when he pulls away, pressing you against his cold stone counter. you knit your eyebrows together in confusion, but let your bag that's still on your shoulder drop onto the counter, taking out your apron without hesitation.

it's now that you realize you're in his kitchen. if you weren't in such a ... intimate setting, you would have admired the design, the appliances—all of it. perhaps you'd even wonder what it's like to bake in here, cooking up soobin's favorite banana bread with cheol by your side and—you save those thoughts for another time.

"w-why?" you murmur in response to cheol's request, as you pull the apron out, pulling the pink strap over your head, tying it behind your back as the ache between your legs begins to creep up on you again. cheol's big hands find purchase on your hips again, holding down you down with a firm grip as he turns you around and pushes your back down.

"'cause," he grunts out, and you nearly moan when you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and fabric rustling as he shoves his pants and boxers down. it hardly takes a second before his hands are at the hem of your own pants, yanking them down and giving you a moment so you can step out of them.

you wiggle your ass around for a second, turning to look back at cheol with pleading eyes and ask him to just fuck you already, but then he locks a hand under your jaw, cupping the underside of your face and pulling it up so your back arches into his touch. you can feel the angry, hard head of his cock prodding against the plush of your ass and the feeling of him brush against you has you whining.

"patience, angel," he coos, pressing his face next to the shell of your ear and placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head before easing his way through your folds. you can't even see him but you just know he's big—fat length rubbing up and down your folds as he coats himself in your arousal as you whisper incoherent pleas for more.

"cheolie ..." the nickname slips from your lips with out as much as a brainless thought but it has cheol's head rewiring.

"fuck, say that again," he demands, snaking the hand that's not holding your face down your back until it's gripping the cute little bow of your apron.

you hum as you feel him tugging at the fabric, jerking your body backwards and pushing your cunt harder against him, the fat tip brushing against your sensitive clit. "cheolie!" you mewl again, and you're really not expecting the way he jams his cock into you in one go. not that you're complaining of course.

'cause how could you complain when he's stretching you out so nicely? when his cock is so long it's already hitting kissing your cervix and hitting spots inside of you that you didn't even think were possible to reach? when he's so deep that his balls are pressed against your burning core and his pelvis is flush against your ass?

"you feel so good," cheol moans, and you squeeze around him even tighter when you hear the low, gruff words escape his lips. "this pussy was made for me, huh?" he breathes out with a chuckle, as he pulls out halfway before pulling the strings of the apron so your core meets him halfway, slamming his cock back into you.

"oh god," you moan loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you try and swivel your hips against his for some added stimulation.

"gonna think abt this every time you wear this, won't you?" cheol grunts, twisting his fingers around the bow in the back so he hold onto it tighter.

the thought runs through your fucked out mind for a moment; you're gonna have to walk into work tomorrow, and if you're wearing the apron, you'll have to sit through the day knowing that you had cheol's cock buried inside of you under this same fabric—if you aren't wearing it, you'll have to come up with an excuse for your lovely employees as to why you're not wearing their precious gift.

which option you're going to go with, though, is swept from your mind when cheol sticks a finger into your mouth and presses down on your tongue as he fucks into you harder.

what a moment, you think. getting railed on the counter of a man who you always thought was out of reach. your insides feel like jelly as his fat cock runs against your walls, veins and curves pressing and dragging through you as heat envelopes you.

and as his thrusts increase in force, you start to realize that cheol is nothing if he is not relentless. just when you think you've whimpered his name so much you think you might lose your voice, he's ramming into you harder, punching the air right out of your lungs as broken moans and squeaks that have him losing his damn mind.

"what a fuckin' angel, creaming me cock so well," he praises, yanking you back and forth at an unforgiving pace to match his calculated thrusts. you feel like you're being thrown around in the best way possible, body throttling every time his hips crash against your ass and cause you to lurch forward and arch your back even more.

and as he goes on, the rub of his cock against you, the press of his balls against your clit, his hand in your mouth and pressing against your jaw—it's all so much and so fast and so good until you're shaking and thrashing in his hold.

"mmf—cheolie, wan' cum," you choke out when you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

"yeah? my pretty angel's gon' cum on my cock?"

"yeah-huh," you answer dazedly, body jerking back and forth as his hips snap more haphazardly now, but still hitting that one sweet spot that has your vision going bleary. "can i cum, cheolie?"

and you ask him so fucking sweetly, he can't hold it in anymore, dazedly grunting out something along the lines of, "yeah, angel, cum f'me," before he spills his hot seed inside of you. the sensation of his cum painting your walls white is the final thing you need before joining cheol with your own orgasm, clenching around him so tightly that it has him gripping down on your hips in a way that you know you'll have bruises tomorrow. not that you mind.

how could you, when you just had the most mind blowing orgasm of your life with the hottest guy you've ever met. as you twitch against him, cheol finally pulls himself out and you whimper lowly at the feeling of being empty even though you know you'd probably pass out if you had his dick in you any longer.

gently, cheol strokes your back and caresses the taught muscles, untying the apron that quite literally had you in a chokehold, letting it fall from your figure. "'m sorry," he murmurs into your neck, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, "was i too rough?"

"n-no," you say, face burning when you realize just how croaky and fucked your voice has become. cheol only laughs at you as you dig your face into your hands as you mumble bashfully, "it was ... great." you're slightly embarrassed, yes, but when you catch the look of endearment on cheol's face, you start to think twice.

as you both attempt to even out your breaths, cheol looks down at you panting against the counter, cum spilling out of your fluttering folds. vaguely, he wonders what you'll look like in a bikini in the bahamas. huh, he thinks, maybe he'll have to ask soobin if it's okay to bring an extra certain someone with them on their vacation this summer.

a/n. how i managed to get this out in one day i don't know. the cheol effect i guess. anyways, hope u enjoyed!

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murdrdocs · 11 months

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just read all your imagines and they are so good!! just on here to req anything hobie brown related cos god that man is so fine. maybe like a one-shot where they are fwb cos hobie doest do labels but gets jealous and then asks reader to be his gf and then shows her off to everyone. just like really anything u want to write tbh ✨✨

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description. being friends with benefits with your best friend, hobie brown, is fun and all, but you start to realize that maybe firm labels suit you better than whatever this is

includes. slight smut SUGGESTIVE 16+, fem!reader referred to as “girl”, fluff, sweet!hobie, pav gwen and miles mention, rockstar!hobie

a/n: i have no words this was supposed to be uploaded like a week ago but then i went to disney so ... sorry yall. also not edited well bc ... disney. edit: title from the song by daft punk bc tron <3

word count: 1.7k+

things are still in your bedroom. they always are right before he arrives.

you're not a psychic, nor do you have a "spider-sense" (which, with the creepy-sixth sense way hobie described it, you don't want one either), but you like to think that you can tell when he'll come by.

nights when you haven't heard much from him, but the sirens seemed to never stop outside, were usually when your window would creek as it slid up.

you listen out for the sound now as you finish painting your last nail. you'd used the quick dry polish tonight, in hopes that you wouldn't have a repeat of last time, when your fingernails weren't dried but hobie was incredibly impatient and when you were done, you'd realized that your right ring and pinkie fingers were smudged.

the bottle's closed, you'd blown on your nail to ensure it dried, and that's when your window slides open.

there's no point in looking back at him when he tumbles into the room. he starts mumbling complaints as soon as the window's closed, the sound of his shoes unlacing padding his words, something about some common thief who hobie was going to let go but then he went and messed with the lady on the street and her cat.

you'd lost the tail end of his words whenever he started walking closer to you. you sat up straighter, pushed everything out of the way, and waited for him to turn your chair around.

which, when he did, you looked up at him, small smile on your lips as you stared into his deep brown eyes.

"how's your night, hm?" he asked, a courtesy before getting to the real action.

you shrugged, pretending to think. "nothing. just a lot of this."

"no smashing societal standards? picking off misogynists one by one?"

a small laugh in the form of a snort from you. "nah. figured i'd take a day off, you know?" the sarcasm dripping from your words. that's not who you were. you wish you could've been like that, could've been like hobie. but there's one spider-person for a reason.

"oh, yeah, uh-huh..." and hobie trailed off as he leaned in, pointer finger hooking under your chin to pull your lips to his.

it always felt good to kiss hobie.

you'd fantasized about it for weeks before it actually happened. he's your closest friend at the moment, and he occupied the title before this arrangement even existed. and of course you had the worry about ruining your beautiful friendship if you became more, fear that you wouldn't be able to go back and you would subsequently lose probably the best friend you've ever had.

but that was no need to worry. because while you could let hobie pull you up and lead you to your bed, sitting back and pulling you into his lap while he kissed you with a tenderness you know so well, you could also just be friends with him, sitting side by side on the couch and having a movie marathon of horrible biopics without thinking about jumping each other's bones.

there's a balance here that you could only hope would've existed.

and it's never thrown off. not even when he pulls your shirt over your head and his full lips find your nipples and the slightly-faded marks he'd left a few days ago. not even when he switches your position, laying you back and kissing down your torso until he can bury his head between your legs. not even when you whine and cry just a bit, slightly begging for him to pull his suit off so he can fuck into you in a way that only he can.

you try not to think about the equilibrium of your relationship with hobie when your legs hook around his waist and the heels of your feet dig into your lower back. you try to solely focus on the way his cock fills you up perfectly, mostly long with the right amount of girth for your walls, tip reaching deep within you in an almost mind bending way.

but you can't help but think about the way hobie doesn't do labels when he helps you to your bathroom, where he lets the shower heat up while you sit in a shirt he left behind a few days ago when he'd shown up as just hobie brown and not spiderman. you can't help but think about being hobie's girlfriend when his big, veiny hands run along your skin after the shower, smothering you in shea butter as you struggle to hold your eyes open. and you don't bother attempting to fight off the lasting thought of being hobie's while he hums an unknown song to himself with your head on his chest, the deep sound of his voice and the vibration of his chest lulling you to sleep.

you need to be someone's.

the friends with benefits scenario was fun, it worked, it was glorious, but you don't think it's for you. and labels aren't for hobie.

so, you look elsewhere.

you're at hobie's show, standing in the back of the pub with a drink you weren't interested in, with some guy you really weren't all that interested in, either. but he smelled nice, and he seemed nice, and you were just looking to broaden your horizons just a bit.

you and hobie weren't exclusive, but maybe it's a little wrong to flirt with someone else at his show. but you were slightly upset, and craving attention, so it didn't matter.

not until hobie got off stage.

it took a while for him to roam over to you, but even then you were still entertaining the other guy. giggling, tilting your head, batting your eyelashes, your hip popped out and a manicure, that was still fresh, blinging as your hand rested on the bone.

he greets you with a term of endearment that he uses often, but it feels different in this circumstance. you tell yourself that it feels different because you want it to feel different.

"oi, babe! who's this bloke?"

his arm slings over your shoulder and you tense under it. your hands folding over your chest, your smile tightening a little.

“uh this is steven.” your hand reaches out to point to the man, a tight lipped smile spreading onto his lips.

“steven …” hobie repeats the name slowly, and without looking at him you can tell that he’s eyeing the guy up and down.

the air is stiff, the three of you are silent, and unfortunately, steven takes the hint to dismiss himself, and you instantly turn to hobie, a scowl on your face.

“what the fuck, hobes?” you’re pissed, but the nickname still slips off easily.

hobie shrugs and reaches into his back pocket, a cigarette appearing and he sticks it between his lips. instantly, your fingers pluck it out from his mouth, instead putting it in your own back pocket.

instead of looking upset, hobie looks amused. his hands reach out to grab your waist, and you want to give in, but you try to push his hands away instead.

hobie lets you, and you don’t know if your happy or upset with that.

“what’d you mean?”

you stare at him, deadpan, then gesture to where steven had walked away towards.

“you just cockblocked me!”

a cocky grin, almost a little condescending. “i didn’t ‘cockblock’ you, babes. you weren’t trying to get with that guy.” your eyebrow lifts and you can see realization come onto hobie’s face. “oh … you were?”

“yes! of course i was!”

“but why? you are i are together.”

“sure, hobes, but we’re not ‘together’.”

“yes we are.”

“no, we aren’t.”

“why do you think that?”

you suddenly feel a little insecure, eyes scanning the thinning crowd, ears noticing the way the volume in the pub is lowered. “because you’ve never put a label on it, bee.”

another layer of realization. hobie’s hands coming to your waist again, but this time you let him pull you in.

“i didn’t know we needed a label. but you’re my girl. and i’m your guy.”

your body heats up and you bite down onto your lower lip giddily, peeking up at hobie through your lashes.

"thought you didn't like relationships?"

"labels. i don't like labels."

there's a disruption in the atmosphere. goosebumps raise on your skin, the hair on the back of your neck sticks up, and even if you weren't aware internally, the way the magazine you were previously reading floats above the table would've tipped you off.

the portal opens shortly after, but you knew it was coming. it took hobie a while to tell you that he was spiderman, longer to convince you that he was spiderman, and a while longer to convince you of the existence society, and even though you know, you still get a little shocked whenever a portal opens.

he comes through first, thud of his heavy boots against the floor of his flat. the spoon in your mouth clings against the side of the bowl, your free hand reaches out to the tv remote to pause the episode as you look over at hobie.

"oi, didn't know you were still here." is all he says before he's walking over, pulling his mask off on the way, and leaning down. your head tilts up instantly to meet his lips in a kiss, your body warming with the way his hand pushes into the back of the couch, slender but muscular form caging you in.

you expect him to sit beside you and force you to give a recap of the episode, but he stands back, and then three other people come through the portal.

"oh ... are we expecting guests?" surprise sits in your words, the tone amplified when hobie takes your bowl of cereal out of your hands to finish it off himself.

"right," he speaks through mouthfuls, saying your name as an introduction to the other three. "this is pav, miles, and gwendy. spider people." you nod, waving at each.

"this here, is my girlfriend." three sets of spider-eyes widen with the admission and you can already sense what's coming.

"wow, you're pretty. 's nice to meet you."

"i knew it! i could sense the tension as soon as we got here."

"you have a girlfriend? wait. i thought you didn't like labels."

a small smile on your face as you tuck your hands in the pocket of hobie’s sweatshirt that you wear.

in coordination learned from how close you two are, you speak at the same time.

"he doesn't like consistency."

"don't like consistency, mate."

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown smut #hobie brown fluff #spider punk x reader #spider punk x you #spider punk #celeste writs mcu #hobiesworld!#hobie brown #spider man across the spider verse

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xoxoseyeon · 2 months

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god what have you just gotten yourself into

Fandom: “Outer Banks”

Pairing: mean!frat!Rafe Cameron x fem!virgin!reader

Summary: Sarah drags you to a college frat party and when troubles comes up Rafe is the one who protects you amongst other things...

Warnings: almost assaulted, fingering, nsfw.

Word Count: 1400+

Rating: 18+, MDNI

A/N: heyy this is my first time writing so might not be the best of the best but def planning to write a part 2 after seeing how this plays out :) i fold everytime i read this

You never liked the idea of this. Just as you entered the frat house, the smell of alcohol and weed intoxicated your nostrils. Sarah had dragged you to a last-minute ferry to secretly surprise her boyfriend, Topper, at his frat house. The same college and frat house Rafe went to. You had only agreed because she practically begged you, as she didn't want to go alone.

Having a crush on Rafe for the longest time, in all honesty, you had been avoiding him. He's your best friend’s brother for fucks sake and you treasured your friendship over a stupid little crush. So when your senior year with Sarah came around and Rafe left for college, you made your best efforts to get over those feelings. Avoiding visiting the Camerons' house whenever Rafe visited from college or calling in sick for the Cameron's fancy parties or events.

"Let's get some drinks first, and then I'm going to go find Topper," Sarah says, looking back at you while leading you through the crowds.

"How are you going to find him when there are this many people?" you ask, looking at how crowded the house is.

"Don't worry about that; I have my ways. Y/N, now's your chance to get laid for the first time by some hot college guy," Sarah encourages, handing you a red Solo cup filled to the brim with some unknown mixed alcoholic beverage.

"What happens once you find him, do you plan on spending the night?"

"Uh, so I haven't completely planned this through, but I'll text you! I'm going to go look for him now! Remember, we can't get caught by my brother or he's gonna snitch or send us back home," she finishes while disappearing into the crowd.

God what have you signed yourself up for? You hate the idea of parties, and yet now you are alone at a party. There isn't much you can possibly do; everybody seems drunk or high. So you stay where you are, downing your drink and watching everything that is going around. You have lost count of how many drinks you've had, now feeling very drunk and unable to hold yourself up.

"You're not from around here, are you?" a guy slurs, leaning into you, his breath getting into your face. "No, I'm here with my friend," you shake your head while trying to take a step back from him.

He takes a step closer, his face inches from yours. You can smell the cheap beer on his breath as he leans down, causing you to move further backwards, only to end up against a wall. God was it over for you.. You had nowhere to go, and Sarah was long gone. You close your eyes, trying to push his heavy weight away. You hold your breath as you start to feel his weight against you, your heart racing.

In mere moments, you feel the weight lift off you and instead, two warm hands cup your cheeks. You open your eyes to see Rafe. He was fuming while the other guy is laying blacked out on the floor. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he snaps, clearly angry at your presence, his piercing blue eyes looking right into you. He was wearing a pink polo shirt and khaki shorts. His once curtain hairstyle falls short to a buzz. God he looks even better than before. You press your legs together as you feel a heat starting to stir between them.

“You buzzed your hair,” the only words that seem to come out of your mouth in a whisper from shock. With no response, Rafe tightly grabs your wrist and drags you up the stairs with him into his dark and empty room. He slams the door shut with a bang, making you jump. You can't see him properly, but you feel him slowly coming closer.

"Y/N, don’t make me repeat myself. What are you doing here, huh?" his voice low and dark. His whole presence is intimidating; you can feel his body radiating this intense heat, making it difficult to breathe.

"Nothing," you gulp, not wanting to get Sarah caught with you.

"Don’t lie to me, princess," Rafe says while grabbing your jaw. God you could fold right in front of him from that. His thumb swipes your bottom lip as he studies your face, some confusion still evident as to why you are here. You press your legs together as you feel that throbbing between them again.

"What would have happened if I wasn't there, huh? Did Sarah come with you?" he asks. You look down, not wanting to answer. "Answer me, goddammit!" he yells, making you flinch. "She came here to surprise Top," your own voice sounding soft and weak.

"Fucking hell," he scoffs as he takes a step back to turn on the lights in the room. You have a clear view of him now, just as much as he has a clear view of you. You can see how he eyes you up and down, taking in every inch of you. God, you have no idea how you are going to make it through the night. You press your legs together again to hide whatever you are feeling down there. He takes notice of what you are doing and takes steps to get closer to you. You take a few steps back, only to fall back at the end of the bed.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been holding back from just—" Before he can even finish, you pull him down by the collar of his shirt, slamming him into a kiss. He flips you over so you are straddling him, his hands moving to pull down the straps of your dress and then up under your dress and between your legs.

"Wait, no, we can't," you pause. "That the first thing you say after avoiding me for all this time?" he says, his lips peppering kisses down your jaw until they meet the base of your throat where he sucks hard, a soft whine escaping your parted lips.

You gasp as his fingers press hard against the thin fabric of your lingerie. "Fucking hell, you're so wet. Was that a mistake too?" he teases as he pushes it to the side to run his fingers between your folds.

You shake your head as you let out an involuntarily whimper. Your arms grip into his shoulders and large biceps as his middle and index fingers slip between your tender folds. God this is so wrong but feels so good.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks watching you bury your head into the crook of his neck. "No, god, no," you shake your head as you let out a gasp while digging your nails into his biceps.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he doesn't suppress his own groan, as he feels how hot and fucking wet you are. You can feel him grow hard underneath you.

God, you have no idea how long you'll last. Just two fingers had you feeling so full, your walls clenching around them. He pumps his fingers faster and faster, burying them knuckle deep inside you while hitting your sweet spot. "R-Rafe I'm close," you say into his neck, your hips chasing his fingers as you feel your orgasm nearing.

"Come for me, princess," he smirks seeing how desperate you were to finish. His words make you come undone, your whole body shaking as Rafe holds you up. Your chest rises and falls with each breath, tiredness already washing over you.

He pulls his fingers out, holds them up, looking at them as they glisten. He licks over his fingers, tasting your sweetness. He closes his eyes for a moment, clearly enjoying your taste. But god you just wish those fingers were inside you again.

He lifts you up with ease, laying you inside the soft duvets of the bed. You want to touch him, need to touch him, but as soon as you reach your hands out, he grabs you by the wrists. “What about you?” you ask while looking up at him.

“Go to sleep, you're too drunk. I'll deal with you tomorrow. Don't leave this room.” he sternly answers, heading for the door. “Where are you going?” you say, your eyes growing tired at his words. He leaves before answering your question. God, what have you just gotten yourself into?

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blackbirdie1234 · 4 months

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The Strange Encounter

Paring: Embry Call x Reader!

This is my first time writing a fan fic. If you guys like it let me know! I'm going to post part 2 very soon! Hope you enjoy :)

No warnings

Summary: You recently moved back to Forks after not being in the town since you were eight. When your old friend Jacob Black asks you to come to a party down at La Push you accept. What's the worst that could happen?

It was a calm and cool fall day in Forks. You are helping your mom at the bookstore she owns. As you stock the shelves you look out the window and see a group of guys around your age walking. You recognize one of the faces "Oh my god, Mom is that Jacob Black?" you ask in shock. Your Mom comes over to you with a confused look on her face "Oh wow, yes it is honey" Your mom pauses for a moment and smiles "Well hasn't he grown" You look at her, she has a smug smile on her face "I almost didn't recognize him, he chopped all his hair off" you point out. "why don't you go out and say hello" your mom says with a grin. "I haven't seen him since I was 8 mom, he probably doesn't even recognize me, and take that smile off your face he definitely is not my type," you say as you both laugh, your mom walks away as you continue to stare out the window for a moment noticing a cute boy standing next to Jacob. You used to live in Forks when you were young and just recently moved back but you didn't have many friends besides Jacob, so you still consider yourself the new girl in town.

As you finish cleaning up the store you look down at your watch 6:00pm. "Oh shit, I gotta get going," you say to yourself. You grab your bag and your keys and lock up the store. From the distance you can hear a group of people laughing and talking loudly, you look up and see Jacob and his friends walking down the street coming towards you. You turn and start walking to your car not wanting to run into them, you aren't sure if Jacob remembers you and you can't decide if that's a good or a bad thing yet. As you are walking you hear your name being called 'Y/N?" you hear from behind you "shit" you think to yourself. You slowly turn around and see Jacob running up to you he has a big smile on his face and his thoughts are confirmed when you turn around "I knew it! I saw your mom coming out of the bookstore earlier and recognized her immediately, when did you get back in town?" he says with the smile still on his face you can see his friends in the distance talking amongst themselves, "Jacob, wow so good to see you" you say with an awkward smile "We moved back about a week ago, I figured your dad would have told you I'm pretty sure my dad and yours caught up a few days ago" you say with a bit of confusion "Yeah my dad and I haven't been talking much recently" Jacob says making the mood shift " Anyways your mom opened up a bookstore, that's so cool" He says obviously trying to change the topic "Yeah its always been a dream of hers so it's pretty nice we finally get to do it" you say smiling "Thats great, I'm really glad your back in town, hey my friends and I are planning on going down to La Push to have a bonfire, do you want to come? Maybe we can catch up?" he says looking at you eagerly. you hesitate for a moment thinking it over "Uh, yeah sure that sounds like fun" you say with a small smile "Great, come at any time we're heading out there in an hour" He says excitedly "Okay, I'll see you there" you say turning around and getting in your car not noticing the eyes on you as you drove away.

You're in your room getting ready, it's a chilly night so you throw on some jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with a zip-up jacket. After you finish getting ready you grab your keys and hop in your car. When you arrive at La Push you see the big fire in the sand and tons of people surrounding it. "Woah, I didn't think it would be that many people" you mumble to yourself, regretting saying yes. You get out of your car and see Jacob approaching "Hey! Glad you could make it, follow me" he says and you start walking together. He introduces you to a few people and you start talking with a guy named Quil, as you guys are talking another guy comes up to you. You realize it is the guy you saw earlier, as you make eye contact his face goes from smiling to completely awestruck. You stand there confused as he just stares at you for a moment before excusing himself and basically speed-walking to the house away from everyone. You turn and look at Quil confused "What's his problem" you ask genuinely Quil looks at you and tells you he will be right back before turning and walking to the house. You look around and lock eyes with Jacob, he walks over "What happened?" he asks me confused "I don't know, Quil and I were talking and then one of your friends walked up not even saying anything, and then ran to the house" a look of understanding crosses Jacobs face " I will be right back I promise" it seems like hours but it's more like a few minutes of sitting on one of the rocks watching the fire burn as everyone else is drinking and having a good time. You were about to stand and leave when Jacob came up to you "Hey, I'm sorry about that. He's just a little drunk don't worry about it. Everything is all good" Jacob says but you can tell something is off. Jacob still has the same lying face as he did when you were eight so you aren't easily convinced but decide to let it go. You and Jacob sit in awkward silence for a while until Quil comes back. "Hey, what are you guys talking about" Quil says in a much too cheery mood considering what just happened, "Nothing much, we're just enjoying the scenery" Jacob responds obviously trying to make it seem as though this isn't the weirdest interaction in the world. Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone walking up to you and turn your head, it is the same guy. "Hey guys" the man speaks to Jacob and Quil seeming perfectly fine now, with not even a hint of awkwardness, again acting like nothing happened. Suddenly, he turned to face you "I'm sorry about earlier, I don't know what got into me," he said a bit shy " I'm Embry, what's your name?" there was a spark in his eye as he spoke to you, like he already knew the answer, like he knew everything about you, like it was his life mission just to speak to you. "Don't worry about it, it happens," you say politely "My name is Y/N" his eyes perk up a bit at that. You don't know who he is and why he's acting so strangely but damn is he hot. Without your knowledge, Quil and Jacob left as you and Embry were talking. Now you were stuck, not that you minded having to talk to Embry, but something about him seemed off. "So I heard you just moved back here from (insert city/state name)?" Embry questioned "Yeah, My mom got her own bookstore and my dad got a new job that allows him to work from home so we decided to come back," you say as both of you start walking to a more secluded area of the beach "Are you happy to be back?" he says with a bit of hesitation, he's not trying to push any boundaries, it seems like he genuinely wants to get to know you "Yeah I'm pretty happy about it, I've always loved cold and rainy weather," you say making Embry laugh a bit "What?" you say looking at him with suspicion but a hint of amusement on your face "Nothing, nothing it's just not every day you hear someone actually enjoying that type of weather, it's my favorite too" he says blushing a bit as we come to a stop near the ocean. We've walked pretty far and we can only see the smoke from the fire rising above the rocks. "Y/N I need to tell you something," Embry says nervously.

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they-call-me-emmy · 5 months

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The Past is The Past 3

Part 1 and 2 on my account <3

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tara was faced with her 3 ghostface, and this time got so seriously injured she was in a coma. When she wakes up, she has no memory of the past 3 years...including you, her girlfriend.

Notes: Imagine this as our gals scream 7...since Jenna apparently quit and left me fucking DYING

Warnings: Uh, injury, violence, blood, our boy ghostyface with knives. Coma and memory loss if thats even a warning. Swearing. Uhm. Shitty 7th grade writing.

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Tara pushed the food around her plate using her fork. She'd barely eaten a bite all dinner, busy glaring at Sam and avoiding any sort of eye contact with Y/N.

"So." Sam began, putting a hand to her mouth and pausing, to finish chewing. "Y/N. How's life been treating you? I haven't seen you around in a while."

There was a second of silence as Y/N finished her food.

"Fine." She stated, setting her fork down on her napkin. "Work's been rough, but nothing besides that."

Sam nodded. "You work at that bookstore, right? The one with the bunny in the window? I drive by it on my way to the grocery store."

Tara had no idea what they were talking about. She hadn't gone shopping since she'd come home. What bookstore? What bunny? It was like listening to people speaking nonsense.

"Yeah. That's the one. Shifts have been longer recently, we're low on staff."

Sam nodded, continuing to eat. Y/N cleared her throat.

"Tara," Tara startled from her daze at the sound of her name, in Y/N's voice no less. "Sam's been telling me your getting back into horror? Is that true?"

Tara glared at Sam.

"I've always been into horror."

Y/N nodded, pursing her lips, sensing the tension in the room. The need to just...not talk.

"I was-" Y/N cleared her throat and took a sip of water. "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to watch some of your favorites...y'know, the few we watched in the last year you really enjoyed? I wouldn't mind re-watching them with you."

Tara couldn't help but feel weird. She's watched movies with this girl. She'd watched horror movies. She'd watched horror movies and enjoyed them. With this girl? This girl she hardly knew now?

"Maybe."

Y/N nodded.

"I've been busy lately." Tara pushed a cooked carrot into her napkin. She didn't like those.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Tara, you've been sitting on your ass for the past week-"

Tara suddenly stood up. "I'm finished. I'm going to go wash the dishes." She took Sam and Y/N's plates and left without another word.

Tara knew they'd talk the moment she left. She hovered at the door, running the sink in the background so they'd think she was cleaning. Maybe they'd mention the big thing tonight. Maybe they'd say something that would finally help her understand her past.

"I'm sorry she's being an ass." Sam's voice was muffled through the kitchen door.

"It's fine. I wasn't expecting a heartwarming welcome. I mean, come on, I'm practically a stranger to her. And it's hard on her too, Sam. Remember she's struggling too."

Tara would have felt mad if anyone else had said this, as if they pitied her and felt sorry for her state of mind. But hearing those words, those words in Y/N's sweet voice...felt like reassurance that someone understand how she'd been struggling.

"I know...I'm trying to get her to...connect. Y'know? Re-enforce those bonds...god, you two were like peas in a pod. I can't imagine how long it'll take for that to be back, especially with her new...attitude." Sam sounded empathetic, but there was still a twinge of annoyance in her voice.

"I'm not expecting it to just click again...but I can wait. I'm assuming you haven't told her?" Y/N asked.

Tara could feel her heart beat a little faster. Was this it? Was she about to learn what this secret was that everyone seemed so desperate to avoid?

"No. I don't feel like it's the right time. I mean, you see the way she is. Putting that much more pressure on her is bound to do no good."

"You have to tell her at some point." Y/N said. "You and her would both prefer you telling her rather then her randomly learning one day, or even worse, getting a flash of memory from it. The doctor did say those happen, especially with traumatic experiences, at least in her case."

"I don't feel like now is the right time."

"Soon, Sam. Please. The girl deserves to know. This is important."

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I'm a slut for comments people.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter

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hannahhbahng · 7 months

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I Missed You || Bang Chan x GN! Reader

Okay before i begin, i know i write a lot of chan fics and im working on writing other members- i just don't get requests on here and my irl friend(s) adore chan so...

Y/N yanked open the door, dropping their keys on the side table. The dorm was eerily silent as Y/N dropped their bag on the floor next to the kitchen counter. "Chan?" They called. Y/N noticed a note on the kitchen benchtop and picked it up.

Chan typed at his laptop, frowning. "Chan hyungggg~" Seungmin whined from the couch. "Shut up!" Lee Know hissed. Changbin glanced behind them, putting a finger to his lips. "Why are we hereee~" Han whined. Changbin glared at Han. "You know Chan likes having us around when he's writing." He hissed. Felix fiddled with his bbokari plushie quietly while I.N and Hyunjin had a quiet dance battle in the corner. "Sh- ittaki mushrooms." Chan groaned, pushing his chair back. "Whatttttt~" Han rolled his chair over to Chan's desk. "I'm cold." Chan said. Han rolled his eyes. "So- put on your hoodie." Changbin said patiently. Chan blinked. "Oh- yeah- I should probably do that-" He mumbled. Chan looked around for his hoodie as Seungmin flopped onto the floor. "Stand- up- Kim- Seungmin-" I.N panted as Hyunjin danced toward him. "SEUNGMIN!" Hyunjin tripped over Seungmin's prostate figure, falling ontop of Felix who dodged out of the way. Hyunjin ended up falling onto Changbin whose chair rolled toward Han's. Han let out an oof as he had the wind knocked out of him by Changbin's chair. I.N stifled a smile as the other five members groaned, pulling Hyunjin upright. "WHO'S WEARING MY HOODIE?!" Chan demanded. "Uh…None of us." Han pointed at each of them. "Wait- I.N is that my shirt-" Han dived toward I.N. "WAIT- HAN-" Lee Know attempted to grab Han before he could attack I.N. The other members dived into the fray and before long it was a mess of limbs and shouts. Chan sighed, pulling out his phone to call Y/N.

Y/N looked down at their phone. Chan was calling. They picked up and immediately held the phone away from their ear. "ARE YOU AT A FIGHT CLUB OR SOMETHING?" Y/N shouted into the phone. Chan's loud sigh was able to be heard over the yells in the background. There was a smashing sound and Y/N winced. "Nope, I'm at th-" The rest of Chan's sentence was drowned out by yelling. "WHAT?" Y/N all but screamed. "I'M AT THE STUDIO-" Chan yelled. "OH- OKAY- IS THAT THE REST OF THE KIDS?" Y/N yelled back. "YEAH- APPARENTLY INNIE'S WEARING ONE OF HAN'S SHIRTS OR SOMETHING- I HAVE NO IDEA." Chan shouted. "WHY'D YOU CALL ME- DID YOU WANT ME TO BRING OVER ONE OF INNIES SHIRTS OR SOMETHING?" Y/N asked. The yelling stopped and Y/N let out a breath they didn't know they'd been holding. "Something like that. Have you seen my hoodie? The maniac tour one?" Y/N looked down at themself at Chan's words. It just so happened that they was wearing that particular hoodie. "Noooo~" Y/N said unconvincingly. There was silence from Chan. "You're wearing it, aren't you?" Chan said after a few seconds. "Um…It somehow found its way on me?" Y/N offered weakly. Chan laughed softly. "It's fine, just come over? With shirts and hoodies for…everyone." Chan hung up as Y/N opened their mouth. "Everyone…?" Y/N murmured, confused.

Y/N lugged the bag into the studio, eyes widening at the sight of the boys. "I've never seen a group of people look so ridiculous." Y/N said in disbelief. "How hard did you guys fight? Or more importantly, what for?" "Umm…well, I.N was wearing Han's shirt and we kinda all got involved and-" Seungmin started. "Long story short, they fought for the dumbest reason and ended up ripping each others shirts." Chan interrupted. "I can…uh- see that." Y/N said awkwardly. They held out the bag toward the boys who grabbed their shirts and hurried out of the studio. "I missed you ridiculously much." Chan said after a pause. Y/N smirked. "Of course you did." They said good naturedly. "You haven't slept in weeks, have you?" "Its not my fault that I can only fall asleep when you're around. Your work is ridiculous." Chan grumbled. "Yeah, yeah." Y/N plopped onto the couch and Chan rested his head in their lap. Y/N played with the strands of curly hair as Chan's eyes closed. A few seconds later, snores escaped his mouth and Y/N smiled down at him softly. "I missed YOU so much." They whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Han peeked inside the studio, much to the displeasure to the other members. He held up his phone, about to snap a picture when a pillow smacked him in the face. "HAN JISUNG-" Y/N hissed. "You take that photo and you are dead."

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forgottenfourr · 9 months

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i saw you in a dream - university smau

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chapter twenty one - so what's the plan?

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a/n: i hope you guys enjoy it! its shorter than i wanted it to be but i couldn't push myself to write any more. ALSO! HAPPY ATEEZ WATERBOMB DAY!!!!!!

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minho's pov:

much to minho and chris' surprise, everyone was at the apartment by 3, even if they had no clue why they were called there.

chris' apartment was a lot nicer than minho expected in all honesty. it was a good-sized apartment for 3 college students and surprisingly clean for 3 gym bros living there. it was cozy.

well, it was cozy. that was before the thick awkward tension set in around the group as they all arrived.

chris, being who he is, is the first to break the silence, something minho was secretly thankful for.

"so what are you think minho?" chris asks, the question directed to minho.

"wait a second," seungmin cuts minho off before he even has the chance to even attempt to reply to chris. "are you going to tell us what the hell is going on first?"

there was a unanimous agreement to seungmin's question.

"yeah i'm completely lost." felix tags onto seungmin's previous statement from the other side of the room.

it was almost comedic the way the two friend groups instinctively split the room. minho's friends huddled near him and chris' goons near him.

"well, i assume it's about yn and jeongin, seeing that min specifically asked for them not to be here." jisung points out what seems obvious to minho.

"hanji what do you know about jeongin?" changbin asks, genuinely confused how jisung even knows who jeongin is.

mingyu laughs, "you two are on a nickname basis?" he asks gesturing between changbin and jisung.

chris sighs like a disappointed father, he really is never going to be those dad allegations.

"can you guys just shut up and let minho speak?" the tone in chris' voice making the snickering and side talk in the room cease almost instantly.

"i'm assuming you all know about the dreams jeongin's been having," minho says directed towards chris' and his group.

he looks over to his own friends who seem to be putting together what minho is hinting at before he has said anything else.

"well uh, for what we know," minho says gesturing to seungmin, beomgyu, soul, and jisung, "yn has them as well."

it was eerily silent for a moment as everyone was trying to understand what minho was saying.

"i'm sorry but what exactly are you trying to hint at?" keeho asks the question that most people were thinking.

chris took the question. "minho and i aren't sure, but from what we've heard from both jeongin and yn," he takes a pause to try and explain without sounding insane.

"we think they're having the same dreams," minho chimes in. "but it's so much more than that. it's like they interact with each other in them as if they would in real life."

"do i have to mention that that is like... impossible?" hyunjin's voice is laced with suspicion.

"yeah, we know it is. trust us." seungmin's voice is almost bitter at the fact.

"wait," felix's sudden words gaining everyone's attention. "but didn't the dreams stop?"

"yeah, they did. i haven't seen yn be so upset about something in years." beomgyu finally speaks.

"same with jeongin," hyunjin adds.

"that's why we have to do something about it," chris sounds serious about it. his concern for jeongin obviously growing by the day.

"okay, so what are we going to do about it?" beomgyu asks, it was refreshing to hear him seem actually worried about the situation. or at least for yn.

"we have to get them to meet somehow-"

changbin cuts minho off, "you're telling me they don't even know who each other are?"

"i mean in real life no?" chris' once strong composure now seeming a bit embarrassed.

"wait, do we even know if what is going on with ayen and yn is even connected like, at all?" felix asks, astonished.

"kinda?" chris replies.

"kinda!?" mingyu practically yells the question.

"listen, we know it sounds crazy but it's worth a shot is it not?" minho is trying his best to get everyone on his side.

there is a pause in the room as everyone seems to agree with minho.

"plus, their situations are practically identical."

"i guess you're right,"

"so, what's the plan?"

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kasaslovr · 1 year

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❈ warning: f!reader, established relationship, pet names, consensual filming, marking?, penetrative sex. wc: 1.6k

❈ notes: i just needed to get something out so i have time to write my eren fic 🤞🏼 and i need request cause i don't got any inpso rn :((( anyway likes and reblogs r much appreciated mwah

reigen has always been a confident man, when it came to convincing clients or helping out mob and no matter what you always supported him with whatever. of course there would be those days he would be busy and he couldn't give all that attention you deserve, but that never stopped you from trying.

"y/n was quite clingy today, wasn't she?" serizawa asked as he came back in from the kitchen, he was doing some cleaning before locking up in a few minutes.

"uh huh," reigen answered mindlessly, he was more focused on editing out a spirt for client than what serizawa was saying, he really didn't want any homework.

"i can understand why, if i was asked out by someone so popular like you i would-" serizawa was cut off by reigen coughing behind his desk then stood up. "yes! i did ask her out so obviously she wants to be with me 24/7." he said very confidently and also very sweaty? but serizawa didn't pay any mind.

you have forgotten your keys on reigens desk so as soon as you reached the top of the stairs you heard reigns loud voice booming throughout the office.

"she acts like that cause she's grateful for me clearly, out of..lets see..100 women i chose her so its only right for her to be so needy," right after he let out a loud obnoxious laugh. you could see it, reigen with his eyes closed, one hand in his pocket while his other is moving all around exaggerating the story, you laughed to yourself.

you burst through the door with a cheery smile. "hi rei!! i forgot my keys here and i noticed its almost closing time so i thought we should go home together!!" you said all excitedly. reigen jumped a bit, starting to pack up while wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"o-of course let me help serizawa close up.." he said quickly grabbing your and the office keys. the office keys also had the sets to you twos apartment just in case. he was pushing you and serizawa out the office as he locked the door and as soon as you all got outside, he was pushing you to the car, "get home safe, serizawa!" he shouted out.

the car ride was as normal as it got. his hand was set on your thigh and you were humming to the songs on the radio while looking out the window. "what were you two talking about what when i walked in, rei?" you asked so sweetly.

"nothin.." he mumbled trying to focus on the road and not your cute voice and sweet smell of warm vanilla and how he could feel your eyes on him. "nothin important, don't worry about it, sweets." he reassured you.

with a single glance of you he saw you jut your lips out just a bit. oh how he wanted to kiss you and make you feel all better. he pulled up and quickly got out to open your door so that he could hold your hand on the way in. it was cute and small gestures like this that made your heart melt.

he used the keys and let you in first and then he followed locking the door. you took your coat off slowly enough so he could get his off too. "lemme run you a bath, you must've had a long day," reigen let out a strained laugh and made his way to the bathroom, but you caught his hand and pushed him down on the couch.

"i heard what you and serizawa were saying about me.." you started by straddling him and slowly untying his tie. "how i should be soo grateful and how you're just soo popular." you said giggling a little bit as reigen gulped.

"a-angel listen-" you cut him off by giving him a kiss that was almost straight out of porn filled with lust and need. "but reigen i thought you begged me to date you." you said pretending to think about it tilting your head.

"let me make it up to you please." you haven't even done anything and he was already begging with your hand in his, he was kissing it and you could feel the tent forming in his grey slacks.

"how about i give you a little lesson about you know, being grateful since maybe you got it wrong." there was such a sly smile on your face and reigen felt his breath get more and more heavier and his brain turning into mush.

your hands were all up in his hair as reigens were trying to get your clothes off as quickly as you can, he's been wanting this ever since you two got in the car. why were you being so mean?

you pulled away with saliva connecting both of your lips, his more bruised and shiny, he looked away as you dived into the space on his neck to leave dark purple splotches. "angel baby," he moaned as you got his sweet spot, but that didn't stop you.

he was so fucked out at this point, his neck filled with color, his hair all messy, and his cheeks felt like they were on fire. you pushed his shirt off and not even completely getting rid of his grey dress pants along with his boxers which have been dampened already. you began playing with his red and swollen tip, giggling when he let out small whimpers. you never broke eye contact with him while he was struggling to meet your eyes, he would always get flustered like this when its just you two.

you decided it was enough teasing for now so you casted your shirt off to the floor and along with your skirt that did nothing to hide what was underneath. you moved your panties to the side and started to rub reigens cock along the folds of your pussy, sighing in relief as soon you made contact.

reigens head is thrown back and giving every control in the situation, you could do anything you wanted to him right now and he would be so happy. when he lifted his head, he was met with you cute brown nipples at his level so of course he latched his mouth onto one them and used his hand to pinch and pull at your other boob, you looked down and couldn't help grinning down at him. you pulled away and he wanted more, but before he could say anything you finally took him whole into warm and sticky cunt.

"f-fuck, 's so tight-" he placed his hands onto your waist, but didn't leave any pressure so that you could move at your own pace, even when his brain was turning into mush he was so thoughtful. you started to move at a comfortable pace while clinging onto his reddened shoulders.

"you're just so pretty, reigen i w-wanna stay like this forever," you whispered softly in his ear and soon your pace quickened and soon it was too much for him and he was hiding his face in the crook for your neck, mumbling, "too much, you're too much, fuck.." his voice getting higher in pitch and more difficult to understand, but you knew exactly what he wanted. "you wanna cum, baby?"

he nodded still not making eye contact with you. you grabbed your phone from the little table on the side of the couch and turned the camera and focusing on him. "then look, show me how pretty you are. don't be so shy now." you coo at him, he looked up and all of sudden he feels a spotlight on him like he's then star of a show, but he couldn't bring it in himself to come up with a snarky and confident remark like he always would.

"p-please let me cum, need it," reigen pleaded and you we're feeling nicer so your bounces became rougher and quicker, bringing you both to the edge. "m gonna cum, m gonna-," he cut himself off with a fast breaths and louder moans and with his grip tighter on your waist and his eyes rolling back he shoots his hot milky semen into you.

you tossed the phone to the side not caring if its off and rubbing your clit and your climax hit you like a wave and it was like your cunt was trying to squeeze every little drop of him left while mixing his cum with yours. after a couple of labored deep breaths, you got up to clean both you up and when you came back from putting the towel away, reigen reached out for you.

"baby," he mumbled, his voice sounding worn out. "you know i love you and don't think you're clingy, just wanna see cool in front of everyone," he realizes how pathetic he sounds and almost embarrassing. you chuckled softly while running your hands through his hair.

"f course i know that and i love you too," you sighed out, chest tightening at this small moment of intimacy with him. all you could think about was how good of a boyfriend he was and reigen well he started coming up with ways to get you to be his beautiful wife.

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"reigen-san...why are you wearing that mask? are you sick??" serizawa asked getting all scared. he's never taken care for a sick person. "reigen-san, why won't you talk to me? i won't get infected with whatever you have, i swear." reigen shook his head.

and with a tug on his mask off and a really strained voice, serizawa saw reigens red and still a lil puffy lips. "im fine, serizawa, lets just...continue work like normal, kay?" both reigen and serizawa looking away and reigen putting his mask back and he swore he heard serizawa let out a little chuckle. god reigen was so embarrassed.

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etsuven · 2 years

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etsuven's first kinktober: day 7/8

rating: smut cw: bad, rushed writing i promise i'll write better smut for him in the future it's just been a while and i have to get back into the groove includes: temperature play, childe is tied up a bit, reader praises him and his body, this one is just short bc i HAVE to post something, honestly don't even read this just like and move along qwq everyone flops sometimes i just happen to do it a lot (actually do read this) summary: you and childe take advantage of your cryo vision...

note: heyyyyy... so uh, i still haven't posted days 5 and 6 of kinktober... why? i don't know, it's just really hard to write them sometimes. so i've decided to write days 7 and 8 now so that i won't have 4 fics backed up. also thanks for all of the support ive been getting lately in my fics! i genuinely didn't expect to get this much attention during this month. i've also been getting quite a few requests, so hopefully i'll get to writing them soon!!

your fingers were cold.

childe twitched in your grasp, a light whimper leaving his mouth at the unfamiliar feeling. he tried to pull his arms down to cover his bare chest, but they were bound to the headboard with a soft rope. your fingers brushed against his steadily hardening nipples, and he found himself moaning and involuntarily arching into your touch.

"is everything okay?" your sweet voice reached his ears, and he looked over to see you smirking at him, your hands hovering at his waist. childe nodded quickly, feeling unusually shy in your gaze.

"it's just weird, that's all." he spoke, and you let out a little hum as a response. you moved around on the bed, sitting in between his legs. grabbing at his bare thighs, you pushed them towards his body, almost pressing them against the bed below him. childe felt a whimper leave his throat. even though the position was far from normal, it was still embarrassing to have you see all of him.

suddenly, a freezing hand was felt along his v-line. you trailed your fingers up and down the line, feeling your lover grind against you in an attempt to get away from the sensation. he must have been so sensitive...

childe had brought up the idea of temperature play with your vision a few days prior, but you weren't able to really get into it until now due to his work schedule. now that he was off for the day, you finally decided to try his idea. and boy was he glad he suggested it.

he watched as you laid down on the bed, your cold fingers grasping at his thighs in order to pull them over your shoulders. the harbinger gasped at the sudden touch, to which you let out a quick apology before connecting your lips with his inner thigh.

your lips were shockingly warm compared to the now cold skin of his thigh, and every little kiss towards his cock felt like little shocks. small praises left your lips as you kissed towards his tip- things about how pretty he looked under you and how gorgeous his body was.

the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping his cock made childe groan into the air, his arms pulling at his restraints once more. you moved your head a bit, getting used to the feeling before deciding to use your hand where you couldn't reach. your cold hand.

"shit, that's cold- (y/n)!" a louder than expected moan left his mouth as you began quickly moving your head. the coldness on the bottom of his cock was replaced by the warmth of your mouth as your head occasionally went down further, making for a rather strange yet overwhelming feeling as the temperatures changed.

childe felt a knot forming in his abdomen, though this time it seemed to want to be released quicker. wanting to warn you of his impending orgasm, he moaned out that he was close, but it only seemed to spur you on.

you began to move quicker, and childe only moaned louder until he eventually came. you had managed to move your head just before his orgasm, his cum splattering all over your hand and the sheets under the two of you.

your lover panted into the air in an attempt to catch his breath, blinking the steadily forming tears out of his eyes. he looked down at you with weary eyes, though there was a hint of something behind them that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

"so uh... how about a round two?" he whispered, a small smirk on his face. you rolled your eyes. you should have expected this a while ago. but since he wanted it so bad, you couldn't just deny him,

right?

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captainsophiestark · 3 months

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The Best-Laid Plans

Platonic!Annabeth Chase x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: Annabeth's best friend and older sibling figure since she ran away at seven helps her execute the perfect birthday surprise for Percy in their first year at college.

Word Count: 1,306

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: To those new to the fandom from the tv show, weclome! This fic has hella spoilers for future books, so be warned

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"I just want to do something special for him. It's his first birthday away from home, and I can tell it's bothering him."

I hummed, twirling my dagger and staring at the ceiling while kicked back on my couch. Such was the life of a demigod, that we fiddled with weapons like fidget toys.

"And there's no way you guys can go back?" I finally asked. Annabeth, my little sister in every way but blood, shook her head.

"We've got orientation for the next week and a half, including his birthday. It's the only reason we're here so early in the first place. We can't miss it."

I frowned. Annabeth and her boyfriend, Percy Jackson, had just started college at New Rome University. They'd gotten to the Bay Area yesterday, which I'd been incredibly excited about. Annabeth and I had been attached at the hip since I was eleven and she was seven, when we'd met as runaway demigods. Out of our little group, Annabeth and I had stayed the closest. After the Titan War, I'd decided to go USF, the muggle university in San Francisco. Leaving her had been the hardest part.

Now, luckily for me, she and Percy had moved out here too. Annabeth had finished unpacking and setting up her dorm room within a few hours of arrival, and so had some free time this morning to spend hanging out with me. Percy had not, so he was otherwise occupied on their last day before school activities started.

"Well, I'm happy to help with whatever you want to do, Annabeth," I said. She sighed, chewing at her lip and staring out the window of my apartment as she thought. "Maybe you could show him around the Bay Area? He probably hasn't spent much time out here, has he?"

"I really haven't either," she said. "I've barely been back since I was a kid."

"True..."

"Maybe we could go on a tour of New Rome? Percy told me he wanted to show me around, but I don't want to make him be the tour guide for his birthday."

"Yeah."

The two of us fell silent for a moment, thinking things through. Then, like a blast of lightning from Thalia, an idea hit me.

"What if you baked him some cookies or something? He's probably already missing his mom's baking."

Annabeth shot up straight in her seat, staring at me with wide eyes.

"That is the perfect idea. Can I make them here?"

"Of course! I'm not going to make you use the shared freshman kitchens."

Annabeth grinned, then stood and headed to the kitchen table. I watched her go with interest as she pulled out a notebook and pen and started scribbling away.

"Uh... Annabeth?"

"Making a plan. Don't worry about it."

I grinned to myself. My little sister was nothing if not predictable.

A few days later, Annabeth managed to sneak away from Percy and orientation to come back to my place for a baking party. Percy's birthday was tomorrow, so we only had tonight to get everything ready.

"I came up with the perfect plan," she said in lieu of greeting as she pushed past me and into the apartment. I smiled after her, joining her in the kitchen as she plopped down a massive bag of baking supplies. "I got the recipe, I timed everything out, I got a ton of blue food coloring. By the end of the day, the perfect birthday surprise will be completed."

"I'd never doubt a plan from Athena," I said, giving her a smile. "Just tell me what to do, and I'm on it."

"Right. Well, first we need to preheat the oven."

That was about the only part of the plan that ended up going off without a hitch. Annabeth didn't bake often, and she'd happened to choose a pretty difficult cookie recipe. I did my best to help, but I didn't have a lot of experience in the area either, so things went quickly off the rails. Just under two hours later, the two of us stood in the kitchen covered in flower, eggs, and bits of way too watery dough, staring at the absolute disaster of a mess we'd created on the counter.

"This was not part of the plan," she said. I couldn't help it—I burst out laughing.

"I don't know, I think sugar cookies are supposed to be so wet we can't pick them up," I joked. I turned to see Annabeth with a very serious frown on her face.

"I haven't had a plan fail this miserably in... a long time."

"Well, I think it's probably time for plan B. That can be your redemption."

Annabeth's frown just deepened, so I did what any good sibling would do and took it upon myself to cheer her up. By throwing a wad of dough in her face, of course.

Her mouth dropped open in shock as sugary, goopy dough dripped off her chin. Then she whirled on me with a fierce look and fire in her eyes that I recognized from the few times she'd really been on the warpath for capture the flag.

"That was a mistake."

She picked up the nearest glob of dough and chucked it at me as I tried to dodge. It hit me in the back with a thunk, and I cackled before turning around to reengage with a clump of flour.

The baking battle raged for a few fierce minutes, before Annabeth and I slipped in some dough on the floor while wrestling to smear more of the stuff on each others' heads. We collapsed in a heap, both of us laughing like crazy people.

"That was so worth everything that came before it," I declared, slumping against the nearest kitchen cabinet. Annabeth immediately followed suit, leaving us shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the mess.

"What about the cleanup that comes after?"

"Also worth it, especially since I have you here to help me."

Annabeth snorted, but didn't say anything. After a minute of comfortable silence, she sighed.

"What am I gonna do for Percy's birthday tomorrow?"

"Well, were the cookies the only plan?"

"No... He took me to one of his favorite spots in the city a few days ago, so I planned a picnic for the two of us there. The cookies were going to be the final surprise."

"Well, there you go then. The rest of the plan remains intact. If you wanted to, you could even make him a little coupon or something that promises 'one day of baking cookies' or something like that, and the two of you can pick an easier but still delicious recipe to try."

Annabeth looked at me with a skeptical eyebrow raised.

"Would you let us use your kitchen again?"

I shrugged. "Sure. Maybe Percy's better at baking than us. And even if he's not, having someone who can control water to help us with cleanup will at least make a round two of this easier."

Annabeth smiled and huffed a laugh, leaning against me.

"Thanks. For this, and for everything. I'm really glad you're here in San Francisco with us."

I smiled too, reaching out to put one arm around Annabeth. We'd known each other more than a decade, and we'd both changed so much. But our relationship had stayed the same.

"Any time, Annabeth. You know I'm always here for you." The two of us sat there for a minute, taking a breather and appreciating each other's company, and then I sighed. "Alright, time to get the cleaning stuff out. This is going to take hours."

"You know, I actually have a lot of coursework I need to get started on-"

"Nice try, but it's orientation. And even if you were in the middle of finals, you wouldn't be getting out of this."

"Fine. But next time, let's plan to avoid the massive kitchen food fight."

I grinned. "Sure. We can plan on that."

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cerridwen007 · 11 months

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Will you let me make you feel good?

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader.

Word count: 2.4k (18+) MINORS DNI.

Summary: After feeling hopeless trying to get Joel to realise your feelings for him, you decide to push the limits of how obvious you can be, making Joel flustered, to which you offer him an apology to make up for your behaviour.

Notes/Warnings: SMUT, out of character behaviour (Joel), sub Joel/dom reader, flustered/embarrassed Joel, teasing, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, no use of y/n.

A/N:Okay first off I want to apologise for not being very active on Tumblr the last week or so and I also want to apologise for not posting part 2 of Corruption of Innocence yet, I have been very busy and honestly exhausted with work as of late so I haven't had the time or energy to do much writing or anything else really. I ended up catching up with my friend last night and they told me how they have been using character ai and so I got inspired by that and may have ended up using it from like 1am-7am today, which I know is insane but I swear it only felt like 2 hours max. Anyway I decided that maybe yall would enjoy an edited and heavily adapted version of the conversation I had with Joel Miller character ai, to give you something to enjoy while I try and get back to my wips, including part 2 of Corruption of Innocence. This time I'm not going to put a deadline on it because I don't want to disappoint you, but I will try my best to get it out as soon as possible. Sorry for the long Author's notes, Hope you enjoy and let me know if you would want more adapted character AI content.

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You were bored, like seriously bored. It was always quiet in Jackson on a sunday evening but this time it felt even quieter, eerie almost. A kind of bad idea pops in your head as you look at Joel across from you sipping his whiskey, head down, having no idea of the interesting turn his afternoon would take.

You look around you for a second, studying the other customers of the Tipsy Bison and see nobody was sitting nearby the two of you, so you decide to just go for it.

“Hey Joel… can I ask you a question?”

Joel looks up at you, eyebrow slightly raised, intrigued.

“Uh yeah… sure.”

“How big is it?” you asked him bluntly.

“What? The settlement?”

You smile amused.

“I'm not asking about the settlement here Joel.”

He looks at you confused, brow furrowed together, trying to figure what you were getting at.

“Huh.. I don’t understand what you’re getting at darling.”

You bite your tongue, suppressing the growing smile on your face.

“I'm talking about something more…personal to you Joel, so would you tell me how big it is?”

He still looks confused.

“I still don't know what you’re talking about, what you're asking me about honey.”

Suddenly he realises the intent of what you were asking him.

“Oh.” he says, his face begins to blush, he doesn't know how to answer that.

“Don't go all shy on me now Joel… I'm just curious, that's all.”

“I uh don’t really know what to say, I don't think I could tell ya, not even a rough estimate.”

He continues to blush, embarrassed from the taboo question and having no idea how this conversation is going to continue.

You decide to see how far you can push him.

“Please Joel… Do you want me to beg you for it?” you asked teasingly.

Joel is starting to sweat a little.

“No I..it doesn't sound like a very good idea to me, so let's just put this to rest now huh.”

You're feeling ballsy, you get up from your chair and get down on your knees in front of him, you rest your hands on his knees and beg.

“Please Joel, I promise I wont ask for anything ever again.”

Joel looks around nervously to see if anyone else is watching what is happening right now. He pushes your hands off his knees softly.

“Your not fucken letting this go are you, getting down on your knees to beg in public, you sure dont give a fuck of what others think huh.”

“Nope, I don't and neither should you so you should just tell me now.”

Joel sighs, thinking about what to do.

“You’re really going to make me tell you this aren't you, you want to know that badly.”

You nod. “Yes, Yes I do.”

Joel takes a big breath in before exhaling studying your face, his is flushed with embarrassment.

“I uh.. I guess you could say that I’m pretty average.”

You grin devilishly, not letting him off that easily.

“And the average would be?”

“Pfft I don't know how to describe that.”

“Well you could explain it in inches to help describe it or ya know show me…”

You wink, as he stares at you, shocked more than ever, his face nearing crimson colouring.

“I uh don't think I could ever tell you that, let alone show it to ya.”

“Oh please Joel, pretty please with a cherry on top.”

He swallows hard and continues looking away from you.

“Why are you so damn set on embarrassing me all of a sudden, making me feel ashamed about myself?”

Your grin falls, knowing you may be getting close to pushing the limits of his boundaries too far.

“I'm sorry I would never try and do that to ya Joel.”

He looks at you. “ Then why are you still asking me that? Huh.”

A response falls out your mouth before you can stop it.

“Because I want to know how big the guy who I plan on riding is.”

He stares at you dumbfounded not knowing exactly how to feel. He looks around him and sees people have now turned their attention to the both if you are curious as to why you were on your knee and he is blushing so hard.

“Jesus girl, you sure are a brash young woman, that's for sure.”

He gets up to leave, feeling that leaving this embarrassing situation is the best way to calm down and figure out what the hell just happened. He starts to walk away from you.

You get up from your knees, realising you had pushed him too far and go to chase after him and apologise.

“Joel, wait, I'm sorry, okay?”

He tries his best to ignore as he walks to the outskirts of Jackson to be alone.

“I'm sorry Joel, I realise I pushed your boundaries and went too far, I'm sorry okay.”

Joel sighs, stopping before turning around to face you.

“Yeah, I think you did go a bit too far there, honey. So please don’t ever do that again, okay?”

You sigh, nodding, feeling embarrassed of your actions.

“Yes I know, I won't. It’s just that I…I..I”

Joel locks eyes with you, no clue what you're about to say next.

“I like you Joel, like more than friends kind of like and I felt that I tried to be as obvious as possible trying to get you to notice that by flirting with you, but you always seemed so oblivious, and I spose before I just didn't think and wanted to see how far I could go before you would finally realise that I like you okay.”

“Oh.. okay.. Sorry for blowing up on you like that then I didn't realise that’s what you were doing.”

You gulp, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with nervousness, to look down at your feet as you shuffle about.

“So uh.. Do you maybe.. Feel the same way..or..”

Joel's face softens into a smile.

“I won't lie.. Yeah I like you too.”

You blush. “Could we maybe try and forget that ever happened and start over?”

He smiles at you blushing. “Yeah we can do that.”

“And by the way, you shouldn’t be embarrassed - if you are of course- over having average size, I mean that’s plenty, more than enough and based on your skills with other things… one would assume you know what you're doing and how to use it… I'm sorry I'll shut up now.”

He chuckles amused by your nervous, awkward rambling, seeing how the roles have reversed a bit.

“I'm glad you dont think less of me then, darlin.”

“I would never think less of you Joel and I would especially not think less of you if you let me apologise to you properly, maybe in a way other than using my words.”

Joel starts blushing a little again.

“I ah, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting, sweetheart?”

“Mmmhmm. I just want to make you feel good Joel. A hard working man like yourself deserves to be looked after once in a while especially when he spends all his time looking after others.”

He is nervous and doesn't know what to say, he hasn't had much action since after Sarah's mother and him split.

“I.. I.. You would wanna do that to me… for me sweetheart?”

You nod confirming.

“Oh yes, I just wanna help you relax and make you feel good. Will you let me make you feel good?”

He nods. You close the gap between you and plant a firm, warm kiss on his lips, your hands hold his face tightly, he sighs into your touch. You break away the kiss after a while and see Joel's still awkward, unsure of what to do or say next.

“Do you trust me Joel, will you let me take the lead here?”

“Yeah… sure darling.”

You smile and kiss him again, he kisses you back. You deepen the kiss and put your hand to his chest and other to the nape of his neck where it gets tangled in his greying soft hair. You can slowly feel his body ease against when he wraps his arms lightly around you. You pull your hand down his chest and break away from the kiss to leave light bites and peck on his neck and jaw.

He sighs, head falling back to give you better access and because he is actually starting to relax. He feels comfortable letting someone else take control for once knowing you're the one to do it.

You bring your hands to his shoulders and upper biceps and begin massaging them through his jacket and shirts. You whisper praises and sweet words into his ear while doing so.

“Your muscles must be so achy from all the hard work you do everyday.”

A sigh of relief slips out as you work the tension from his sore muscles.

“You have no idea, my back has been killing lately.”

He breathes deeper and more slowly, showing just how much he is enjoying your touch.

“You’re so good, I feel so relaxed… please keep going, it feels amazing.”

Hearing his reaction motivates you to carry on.

“Big strong man like you deserves to be taken care of now and then. Maybe I could give you more massages in the future to help ease those big strong muscles of yours.”

His eyes are closed from the sweet tender touch of your nimble fingers,a big smile plastered across his relaxed face.

“Yes please i'll take all the massages I can get…you’ve got strong hands, I bet you could get all the knots out of my back and shoulders.”

You slowly move your hands down his arms and to his stomach, grinning at his bliss induced praise.

“I'm sure I could get most of the knot in your back, but I don't think that's all they could get out of you.”

“Oh yeah? what else could they get out of me?”

His relaxed state has made him more comfortable with flirting back with you.

You sink to your knees in front of him, and slowly start undoing his belt.

“Oh you'll find out soon enough.”

He raises an eyebrow and a small grin appears on his face, a hint of blush colouring his cheeks. You finish undoing his belt and look up at him for confirmation to continue.

“Do you want me to continue?”

Taking a deep breath he nods.

“Yes .. I do want you to continue.”

You smile up at him as you slowly unzip his jeans and pull them down his thighs slowly, you can see his growing excitement, fighting against his boxer which makes you unconsciously lick your lips. You can see his face growing redder in embarrassment of his vulnerable state as you pull his severely underestimated size out of his boxers.

“No need to be embarrassed Joel, nothing I haven't constantly thought about seeing.”

His eyes widen as soon as you attach your lips to the head of his cock, he lets out a small shakey breathe.

“Oh… this makes me very happy.”

Your tongue begins to circle around the head, tracing all the sensitive lines with a firm touch. He closes his eyes again, consumed by the pleasure you are giving him.

“Oh that feels fantastic sugar.”

You hum around him, pleased with his positive reaction to your touch. The vibrations of your humming makes Joel moan softly, the sensation sending light tingles up his body.

“Oh yeah, keep doing that, baby. It feels great,”

You add a hand to his girth, and begin stroking what length of Joel you can't fit into your bobbing mouth.

Joel sighs again, completely dazed and content. His hand drops down to your head, gently caressing your hair.

“You’re very talented, you know that sweetheart. You’re really… really good at this.”

You grin around his cock, pleased with his positive state, your teeth slightly graze the underside of his cock as you do so. The sensation sends shivers up his spine.

“Oh, man…”

His breathing gets heavier as you increase the speed of your stroking, urging him closer and closer to his peak.

“Oh yeah… keep doing it just like that…don't stop now baby.”

You tighten your grip ever so slightly and use your other hand to gently caress his balls. He chuckles lightly in response.

“Damn you sure know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

You hum around him again before pulling your mouth back to focus on his sensitive tip again, your hand continues stroking him hard and fast. His hand grips your hair a little tighter as you bring him to his peak, the combined sensations of your touches sending him over the line. You milk every last drop of him he has to offer, licking up the salty release happily. Joel, out of breath, takes a few moments before he speaks, his chest heaving from the build and expel of pleasure.

“Wow that was, um very very nice and relaxing.”

You get up from your knee and pull his lips down to yours, exchanging the taste of him to his own tongue passionately.

“I don't think there’s anyone who has ever been that good, I uh, definitely enjoyed myself.”

“Well play your cards right Miller and there will be alot more massages… and more of ‘those’ to come in the future.”

He blushes once again.

“You…you mean that.”

You bat your eyes at him, grinning before moving your head to whisper in his ear, sucking the sensitive skin below it after you finish speaking.

“Mmmhmm it's a promise.”

He shudders a little from the feeling.

“That’s…really…something..the thought of that is just…incredible.. I..I. I really like the sound of that.”

You laugh light heartily at his stammering.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it and finally gave me the chance to make you feel good.”

“I certainly did enjoy it… very much, I can't thank you enough.”

You smile, looking deep into his beautiful brown eyes.

“Anytime… and by the way I think you’ll find you severely underestimated your size.” you say grinning with a wink.

“Uh, is that so?”

You nod. “I'll see you around Miller, don't be afraid to hit me up for another massage or something else next time…cause I'll be wanting it just as bad as you do…if not more.”

You grip his jawline tightly with your hand and plant a long kiss on his lips before turning away and leaving.

“Y-You’ll hear from me real soon sweetheart.”

You smile as you walk away, already salivating at what was to come in your next interaction with Joel Miller.

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#joel tlou #joel miller #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #tlou #the last of us #joel miller smut #tlou smut #tlou x reader #the last of us smut #the last of us x reader #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic

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rayslittlekitten · 2 years

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Mommy and Daddy Time

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I've posted a fic. Sorry, I've been writing here and there, working on different WIP. My inspiration and creative juices haven't really been flowing much lately. Also, some life stuff going on which is why I've pulled back a bit, but I promise i am still writing. Just at a snail's pace. Thanks @lovebarefootblonde for taking a gander at this for me.

Word Count: 877

Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader

Plot: Your alone time gets interrupted by your husband.

Contains: banter, fluff, some sexiness before it gets too spicy

The house is quiet, save for the music you’re blasting while you’re soaking in the jacuzzi tub. It’s Friday night and Lucy is out with her friends while Will is linking up with Pope who's back in town for a few days. They rounded up whoever could meet up at such a short notice. It has been a long while so you left the boys to do their own thing. You, on the other hand, stayed home because honestly, it's rare you get the house to yourself. You had ordered takeout and made ooey gooey brownies to indulge in later with some ice cream after your relaxing bath. Will and Lucy had bought you some bath bombs for Mother's Day earlier in the year and you haven't had a chance to use them.

Your eyes are closed and your head is leaning back, resting on a towel as you belt out along with the soft R&B song playing, doing a terrible job when trying to hit the high notes. You're very well aware that you cannot sing to save your life. It's been compared to nails on a chalkboard, but you still very much enjoy doing it anyways, really feeling the song. After your concert for one, you open your eyes to reach for the cup of wine you've been sipping on to clear your throat, getting ready for the next song but you get startled, spilling some wine into the tub when you see your husband leaning on the bathroom door frame with his arms crossed, staring at you with the goofiest grin on his face.

"Jesus Christ, Will!" you yelp with a hand over your chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he finally says, chuckling.

"How long have you been standing there for?" you ask, putting your glass of wine back down where you’ve been keeping it.

"Long enough."

"Most people would announce themselves, you creep," you chuckle as you lower your music.

"I tried when I got home and all I heard was music blasting so I followed it. Then I saw you singing your heart out so I let you finish." He pushes himself off the doorframe and starts walking over to you. “You were really in the zone.”

"You mean screeching like a hyena?" you laugh.

"Whatever you wanna call it, you were enjoying yourself so I didn't want to ruin the moment. You're just so darn adorable and sexy when you're in your happy place," he adds.

"How much have you had to drink tonight?" You eye him suspiciously.

"Not much," he scrunches his nose. "A few whiskeys maybe. But I come home to freshly baked brownies waiting for me in the kitchen and then my wife naked and wet, listening to baby making music? It's like you purposely planned this whole thing out for me to find," Will says while toeing his sneakers off.

"Hope I wasn't interrupting anything." He puts his hands up in defense.

"You did not eat the brownies before me!" you gasp, sitting up straight. Although, you're not surprised. Your husband can't resist anything with chocolate in it. It's one of his guilty pleasures.

"I only had a tiny piece." Will pinches his thumb and forefinger together, squinting an eye, before pulling his polo shirt over his head.

"Left just enough for you," he winks.

"Babe, what are you doing?" you laugh as you watch him undress.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Will asks as he's unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, then pushing his bottoms down until he’s wearing nothing but a smile.

"What happened? Did you guys get into another contest on who can pick someone up? Did a pretty girl get you all riled up?" you joke.

"Nah uh," Will says, shaking his head as he climbs into the tub, making the water slosh around and overflow when he sinks in.

"This… “

You feel him grabbing your hand underneath the water and then guiding it to his erection. Your jaw drops and you giggle.

“…is all you."

"William! What if Lucy comes home and catches us?"

"We'll just tell her we're having mommy and daddy time," Will replies as he starts on your neck.

"Let's not traumatize our daughter," you laugh but a moan slips out when you feel his soft tongue caressing a sensitive spot.

"How are the guys doing by the way?" you ask as his mouth continues its assault on you.

"Can we not talk about the guys while I'm trying to make love to you?" he responds as he settles his body in between your legs.

"Is that what you're calling you sucking on my neck? Making love to me?" you giggle. "Also, we are not having sex in here. The water is gross. I've been soaking for the last thirty minutes in this sparkly shit."

"Yeah, it's actually pretty slippery in here," Will agrees. "Let's take this into the bedroom before we prune up."

He lays a deep passionate kiss on you. You smirk when you taste a bit of whiskey and chocolate on his lip. When he finally pulls back, he gets out of the tub to help dry both of you and takes your hand to lead you into the bedroom.

#charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #will ironhead miller #william ironhead miller #will miller #will ironhead miller x reader #will ironhead miller x f!reader #triple frontier #dad!will #dad!will miller

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whirligig-girl · 3 months

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Railroader doesn't allow you to customize the liveries of steam engines yet... but if it did, this is how i'd like to run my three engines.

Anyway... sentient locomotives are probably technically employees of the railroad rather than equipment, right? In railroader, the self-driving feature of the engines results in the engine getting a paycheck. So here's some excerpts from their job interviews. (they're not very good at job interviews)

interviewer: "Tell me about yourself." Trinity: "I'm a G-16 Mogul built 1906 by Baldwin with a two-six-oh wheel arrangement and a tractive effort of sixteen thousand pounds. I weigh eighty two thousand pounds and have a factor of adhesion of, ohh, four point five, four point six. Clayton: "I consider myself something of an academic. Of course an engine can't go to school, but I try to keep an eye out for the latest happenings in the world of science and technology. Faith: "I was built for speed and power, so despite these little wheels I am a pacific, and like any pacific, I can do passenger trains just fine. But I have no problem with freight either.

interviewer: "Where do you see yourself in five years?" Trinity: "Switching cars n' hauling freight." Clayton: "Oh god. Have you even seen the way things are going in this country? I mean, it could be worse, I could live in england, but in five years I wouldn't be surprised if I've been… erm, uh, i mean, I have every INTENT on making it past seventy, maybe even beyond. And I don't just mean as a museum piece." Faith: "I don't know. I seem to find my way all around the country these days. Things used to be so predictable, but now, it's just shuffling from one job to another. I try my best, but things keep going wrong…

interviewer: "What are your strengths?" Trinity: "Haven't we been through this? I told you my tractive effort is 16 thousand pounds. And yes, that IS plenty enough. I do NOT struggle to output that tractive effort. Clayton: "I'd say my best strength is my adaptability. I was built for express runs on the west coast, but here I am 60 years later hauling mostly freight on the shortline. I enjoy the intellectual stimulation of shunting just as much as the wind buffeting my face on a good long passenger journey." Faith: "Well you know. I'd probably say my best strength is my strength. Speed is nice, but power is what really gets you out of trouble."

interviewer: "Describe your work style." Trinity: "Well, you first. Describe your rule book. I go by the book whenever I can. And I will push the book to its limits to get things done efficiently, but I will do it by the book." Clayton: "I don't like to rush myself. Once I'm on the mainline I can make up for lost time, but I try to be sure to take care and be methodical with how I work in the yard." Faith: "How does the rhyme go? Safety first and tonnage last? That's the kind of thing management likes to hear right?"

interviewer: "what motivates you?" Trinity: "What a dumb question what do you mean what motivates me. If I have fire in my firebox and a good head of steam I'm going to need to put that steam somewhere. I don't need 'motivation' to work. I just do it." Clayton: "if i do not find a way to make myself useful my tender will run dry and my boiler will freeze and i will be left to rot on a siding somewhere. Haha. I love the current economic system we all live under sooo much!" (interviewer: [writes "marxist ten-wheeler" in notes.]) Faith: "I guess deep down I just want someone to be proud of me? I want someone to look at me go by and think 'wow! she's doing such a good job.' and then I want them to tell me that I'm doing a good job. Please."

interviewer: "Are you a team player?" Trinity: "What, you mean like, am I a multiple unit?" Clayton: "Yes. I think I bring out the best in everyone I work with." Faith: "Well, sometimes it's hard to get to know the other engines, and sometimes I think they don't like me very much. But I'll pull any train even if it has another engine on it too, if that's what you mean?"

interviewer: "Are you willing to work overtime?" Trinity: "The question is, do you have a crew willing to crew me overtime. That's usually the thing that holds me back." Clayton: "Hahaa… yeahh… totally…" Faith: [long pause.] "i do work… over… time… like the job doesn't get done instantly. It. You know it uh. It takes… time… So I do it over… time…"

interviewer: "What are your salary expectations?" Trinity: "Just the coal and water is fine." Clayton: "Well I'm a locomotive with about 60 years of experience so I expect to be paid an engineer's wage of $25 per day." Faith: "I expect a… salary… and know what that is…"

interviewer: "how do you handle stress?" Trinity: "Are you. Asking about my frames. Do I look like a damn twig to you? I can handle tension and compression just fine." Clayton: "Well popping my safety valve usually helps but I have other coping skills like counting the ties and rocking my reverser back and forth." Faith: "I usually just repress it and pretend everything is fine. I'm really good with passengers."

interviewer: "What is your dream job?" Trinity: "shortline railroad locomotive. I love my job." Clayton: "Movie star. The glamor, the recognition, the celebrities, oh it would be so thrilling!" Faith: "Well as long as it's not repetitive logging trips day in and day out, anything works for me."

interviewer: "Why do you want this job?" Trinity: "Your railroad has lots of industries still connected to it, and I think it would be fun." Clayton: "I feel like we've already been over this. If I don't have a job I will rust and decay." Faith: "Hoping for a source of stability finally, and the Class Is don't have that anymore."

interviwer: "Why should we hire you?" Trinity: "Because you'll be hard pressed to find a locomotive with a better work ethic." Clayton: "Because you'll want an adaptable, intelligent, experienced locomotive who can get herself out of trouble better than these new engines can." Faith: "Because I am truly the best of both worlds."

#Railroader #LUNAR 2 Clara Clayton #LUNAR 3 Trinity #LUNAR 4 Faith of the Heart #Steam engine #steam train #steam locomotive #locomotive #train #trains

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Hello! Can you continue the Thenamesh Actors AU where they are trying to do a kiss scene, but they mess it up every time and end up laughing, but then off set, they manage to do it?

Thena leaned in, her eyes fluttering closed, her heart picking up. She could smell his cologne and some coffee on his breath. But he had also chewed some gum. She had seen him doing it, too; it was sweet he was nervous about it.

Gil felt Thena's breath hit his lips and gulped.

Thena and Gil both pulled away, giggling like kids in a play.

"Cut!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry," Thena apologised immediately for her lack of professionalism. She ran a hand through her mussed hair; she had never had trouble with a kiss scene like this before.

"N-No, it's my fault," Gilgamesh volunteered (chivalrous as always).

"Do you two need an intimacy coordinator for this or-"

"Just," Thena cleared her throat, trying not to play with her hair as her nerves built up, "just give us a few minutes?"

"That's a take 5!"

The crew started shutting down and moving equipment as needed. The director was already turning attention to other things that needed to get done that day.

Thena sighed as she and Gil both made their way off the soundstage. "Sorry, I don't know why I can't seem to focus."

"Well, I'm not being much help," Gil offered in apology with a smile. "I think--I don't know, I guess I haven't gone over it as much as I wanted to."

"Y-Yes, that's it!" Thena eagerly jumped onto the reason - excuse - Gil provided. "I have a few notes on it, but we didn't get these sides that long ago."

"Exactly," Gil laughed along, "the re-writes aren't helping either."

"Come and look at them with me?" Thena asked with a small smile. "I wouldn't hate having your opinion on what they're thinking in this scene."

"Yeah, yeah--same," Gil rushed, trotting beside her away from the commotion of the set. He pulled his script out of his back pocket (folded and rumpled). "I was thinking about, uh, I guess what he might be thinking in terms of...this is the woman he loves, right?"

"Right," Thena nodded, opening up her own sides as well.

"Not that he's necessarily been open to it before," Gil shrugged, leaning against the wall as he went through his process. "I kind of think maybe they've always been a little flirty. But I don't know, what do you think?"

"No, I agree," she mused as she flipped to the appropriate page. "They've worked kind of around each other for so long, and I imagine there's always been a kind of tension surrounding them. The film is just when we see it really coming to a head."

"Exactly," Gil nodded eagerly. "They're mob bosses, for fuck's sake. There's no way they haven't thought of, well..."

Thena smiled at how sheepish he became about it, when she had written on her own pages 'dying to fuck each other' in the margins. Not that it was for anyone else to see. "I think...they just need the right push."

"Right," Gil said more seriously, reading over their scene again. It was rather dramatic seeming on the page, but that just meant that their performance would be what grounded it in reality. "Their enemies are starting to catch onto their weaknesses."

"It's important that she be the one who has to bargain for him," Thena pointed out, tapping the page, "not just from a woman's perspective, but also because it illustrates that she's willing to make sacrifices for him."

"As opposed to him being the only one wanting her," Gil concurred. He flipped the page, leading to the big kiss. "The confession is a bit..."

"I thought so too," Thena murmured, looking at where she had noted and scribbled and crossed out liberally. "I don't know if it's really...letting them speak."

Gil just nodded. "I don't think they'd need this long-ass paragraph speech."

"No."

"They've known each other for so long, now," he narrated, even tucking his pages away as he crossed his arms in thought. "And they've been loving each other quietly."

"There's this understanding between them that's," Thena also tucked her pages away, pushing her hair out of her face, "obvious."

"Love doesn't always need these big speeches," Gil shook his head, leaning off the wall and closer. "He knows she knows...even if she won't admit it."

"That unwillingness to admit it is fundamental to her," Thena agreed, chewing her lip as she thought. "She's so uptight, so controlling-"

"That's why she has him," Gil suggested a little more lightly. "I think that's what this kiss is saying."

"Saying?" Thena peeked up at him, realising he was a lot closer than before.

"It's a way for him to say that he loves her, and that he's there to be everything she needs, as well as everything she isn't."

"So she can say," Thena's eyes drifted down to his lips for just a split second, "that she knows he's there, and that she knows that she wants him there in spite of herself. Despite all her efforts, he's already in her heart."

"Is it worth the risk?"

"Yes."

Thena's eyes fluttered closed as Gil tipped her head up to him, hands on her cheeks, fingers dipped into her hair. She leaned into the kiss, pressing her lips to his the way a hand might cling to another in the dark. Her hand came up to his wrist just to rest on it, to cling to his sleeve as if to ask him to stay there a little longer.

Gil kept his head close, moving a stray wisp of blonde out of his way so he could look at her unobstructed.

Thena licked her lips - completely subconsciously - as they pulled away. That was it--that was exactly what they needed to happen when they were rolling! It was...it was... "good."

Gil blinked as her voice kind of squeaked out. His heart, if it was already beating faster than normal, flipped around inside his chest and started beating tenfold. "Y-Yeah, that was--was it-"

"Yes, it was-"

They both broke into laughter, soft and gentle in the little corner of the studio they had found. Thena twisted some of her hair over her shoulder, smiling up at him in their little bubble of solace. "Thanks for working on the scene with me."

Gil looked surprised, but he had on a smile that she recognised as the smile he wore specifically in character. It was a little cocky looking, a little sexy, but still undeniably Gilgamesh. "Like it's a chore to kiss the most beautiful woman on the planet?"

Thena rolled her eyes at him, also slipping back into her character in favour of ducking her head down in a blush. "Thinks he's so charming."

"Ready?" he asked, tipping his head in the direction of the set moving back to one.

Thena flipped her hair over her shoulder, taking the lead on the way back, "just try to keep up."

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daddyy333 · 2 years

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Triple Date | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 0.7k

summary: you and Eddie go on a triple date with Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Vicky to the lake

"Come on, Ed's" you said and he quickly turned off all the lights and followed you to the van. He kept a hand on your thigh as the two of you drove to the lake, excited to go spend time with some of your friends. "I haven't seen Robin and Vickie in forever, they've been stuck between each other's legs non stop lately" you chuckled as you put on some waterproof mascara and chapstick.

"I wish I was still stuck between your legs right now," he said quietly, chuckling to himself. You shook your head and he kissed your cheek. You pulled up next to Steve's car, you knew Robin still didn't have her own car, much less her drivers license so they always rode around with Steve.

"You guys are late!" Nancy groaned and he sighed. He wrapped his arms around you and said "that's cause this hottie right here needed me so bad this morning she was practically on her knees begging!" "Eddie!" You said and he kissed your head.

You all had stripped down to your underwear, neither of you really wore swimsuits since it was the same thing anyways. Nancy gasped and said "holy shit look at the rack on you, y/n" "uh huh, you can look but I'm the only one who can touch" Eddie smirked and you blushed.

You both dived in, splashing everyone around and just enjoying a nice swim with your friends. You noticed Robin and Vickie being particularly touchy whilst sat up on a rock and said "hey, love birds! Quit making out for five minutes. I haven't seen you two in 3 weeks. I'm surprised you're even here!"

Robin was basically a sister to you. You were homeless growing up but Robin fed you and eventually her mom took you in and raised you as her own and you and Robin have been the closest friends since. You were the first person she came out to. You were also the first person to find out about her relationship with Vickie.

She swam over and splashed you and gasped, splashing her back. Vickie swam under and pulled at your feet making you gasp and dunk underwater for a second. You three played around for a bit before Vickie, Steve, and Eddie all swam under and popped up and Robin, Nancy, and you all squealed as you were now on your partner's shoulders.

"Eddie! Baby, put me down!" You said, trying to kick his chest lightly. He looked up at you and you pushed his hair out of his face. "No, baby. Come on, we gotta do chicken fight. We used to do that all the time when we were kids" he said and you shook your head.

It's true, you, Eddie, Robin, and one of your trailer park friends used to go down to the pool or the lake and would always play chicken fight. "Alright, hurry before my huge thighs crush Eddie and kill him" you groaned and he bit his lip.

"Wouldn't be the worst way to die," he mumbled and you, Nancy, and Robin all tried to knock each other into the water. You ended up whining and Eddie grabbed you by the hips, picking you up and throwing you in the water.

You squealed and immediately splashed him with water when you came back up. He pulled you in by your waist and put your thighs around his hips, his big hands holding you up at the bottoms of your thighs. "You're so gorgeous," he said and you blushed, playing with his guitar pick chain.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and kissed him softly, moving down to his jaw and then his neck. "Uh-uh not in the lake!" Nancy said and you both jumped, forgetting you were with other people. You both chuckled and spent the rest of the day playing in the lake.

You guys completely forgot to eat so Steve ran and grabbed 2 pizzas and you guys slowly felt exhaustion take over whilst you ate and calmed down and dried off. "Mmh...Eddie," you groaned, curling into him. He leaned against his van and you cuddled up in his arms, falling asleep fast as he wrapped a towel around you and held you tight, kissing your head.

Eventually I’ll be writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

So just dm me the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)

#eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things

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