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lunarbuck · 1 year

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Fever Pitch

pairing: steve rogersxf!reader (any race)

wc: 4.6k

summary: After an accident at a hydra base, you and Steve have to come to terms with your dire situation or face the consequences.

warnings: sex pollen, smut, oral (f receiving), swearing, stressful situation, friends to lovers

a/n: Hello! This is my (late) entry for week 3 of @the-slumberparty :) And the one I got from the generator was sex pollen!! I have never written something like this before so I hope you guys like it lol

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The bunker is quiet as you examine the lab set-up. All the vials, chemicals, and files are labeled in Russian, so you snap some photos and send them to Bucky for translation. Somewhere in the distance, you hear gunfire, but you know Steve can handle his own. If he needs you, he’ll signal. The bunker is underground below the Hydra base you and Cap have been searching. You left the hatch open just in case you needed to get out quick. You don’t like being stuck.

“You there?” Bucky’s voice crackles through the comm in your ear.

“Yup. What am I lookin’ at, Barnes?” You flip through a few pages of a file, looking for literally anything in English.

“So this lab appears to be where they were developing different chemical weapons,” he explains, translating the labels and descriptions you’d sent him. As Bucky speaks, you find your attention being pulled to the far end of the lab desk. Beneath a pile of newspapers is a little glass vial filled with gray powder.

As you run the tube between your fingers, the powder seems to follow the heat of your skin, shimmering and practically moving.

Bucky’s voice continues to drone on and on in your ear, but you’re not listening. The sound of gunfire in the hallway above the lab sounds muted and far off. You can’t take your eyes off the glass vial in your fingers.

Something loud crashes behind you, and a second later, you’re on the ground. The vial slips from your fingers, but you don’t have time to wonder what the gray powder inside is. You don’t have time to think about the consequences of dropping it.

“Holy shit,” you grunt, trying to maneuver your hand to your gun holstered at your side. The thing that pushed you to the ground turns out to be Steve. His large body presses you into the concrete as an explosion sounds overhead. He covers you from any debris that falls through the entrance of the bunker.

Your heart pounds, but you smile at the way Steve looks down at you, blue eyes focused and intense.

“Language,” he replies, quirking an eyebrow at you. Steve’s teasing side is one that doesn’t come out often, but you love when it does. He’s always such a golden boy, perfect in every way, but when he’s giving other people a hard time, he feels so much more… real. It’s the real Steve coming out, not the version of him SHIELD wants.

“Sorry, Cap,” you say as you laugh. Once he deems it safe, Steve shifts off of you, then helps you to stand. Bucky asks for confirmation that the two of you are okay, and once you get the all-clear, you show Steve the little lab table. With the information Bucky gave you, you have a better understanding of what Hydra was working on when this base was active. As you’re showing him the chemicals, you find yourself looking for the little glass vial again.

Frowning, you check the floor around you, only to find debris and dust everywhere. There’s glass shattered beneath your boots, and when you crouch down, you find the little cork stopper. Your footprints tracked the shimmering powder across the concrete.

You stand, strangely upset about the loss of the vial. “There was this powder,” you explain, looking for more in the lab. “It was gray, and when it got close to the heat of my fingers, it was… attracted to it. It moved in the vial.” Steve crouches down and tries to examine the powder, running his fingers through it to investigate.

When you turn your attention back to the Captain, you find him on his knees, gazing up at you. Looking down at Steve is something you haven’t experienced before. The way his bright eyes shine in the dull light, the way his lips part, have your head spinning. Down on his knees in front of you, Steve looks softer. All those hard angles and sharp features look so much sweeter.

“Do you know what it was?” He asks, tilting his head.

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head. Something flashes in Steve’s eyes, but it’s gone a moment later. He stands, returning to his normal towering height, and you tilt your head to keep eye contact.

Steve sucks in a breath, his large chest expanding in his tactical gear. “We should get going.”

Even though you know you need to leave, you can’t help but feel conflicted. Steve must sense your apprehension because he steps behind you and guides you to the ladder. His hands hold your waist while you climb up the rungs, and the heat of his skin on yours sends fire licking through your veins.

As Steve guides you through the base, you feel your body temperature rising. He isn’t touching you anymore, but he’s just inches away. You’re itching for the contact, for his hands to be back on you.

“Got an update?” Bucky asks, probably antsy to hear about what you’ve found. The only reason you and Steve made the trek to the base was to learn more about the Winter Soldier program.

When Steve notices that you’re not going to respond, he updates Bucky for you. “We’re good, heading out of the base now. We’ll be back at the safehouse in about an hour. I’ll give you another update then.”

Even though you’re keeping up with Steve, even though you’re doing your best to act normal, he’s still giving you sideways glances. It’s like he can tell you feel feverish, that something has changed. You can’t stop staring at him. His muscles, the way he clenches his jaw.

Your thoughts swim with images of Steve during training, Steve pulling his tactical gear on before a mission, Steve toweling off after a run.

It’s not like you’ve never thought about Steve that way… you’d be lying if you said it’s never crossed your mind. After working with Steve for the past few years, it’s practically been inevitable that you’d develop feelings for Mr. America.

But it’s never been this intense, this… desperate. It’s like your feelings have been amped up to 1,000. Every breath smells of him; everywhere you look, you see his face.

You finally make it outside and practically sprint to the car hidden in the woods near the base. Steve runs after you, catching up in an instant due to his super-soldier speed, but he doesn’t ask you what’s wrong.

By the time you’re back at the safehouse, you feel like you’re dying. Your blood is hot, coursing through your veins and pulsating between your thighs. The entire ride, you tried your best not to rub your legs together to alleviate the feeling, but you’re not sure you did a very good job.

Steve does a sweep of the safehouse, leaving you in the car. The second he shuts the door, you let out a long, low moan. The air in the car smells overwhelmingly of Steve’s cologne, woodsy but sweet. It invades your nostrils, fills your lungs, and nearly sends you over the edge.

Your fingers fly to the zipper on the back of your suit, tugging it down and pulling your arms from the sleeves. It’s not quite spring, there’s still snow on the ground, but you welcome the chill of the air on your heated skin.

By the time you have your suit around your waist, Steve gives you the signal that the safehouse is clear. You clamber out of the car and into the house, not bothering to shut the door behind you.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks as you shove your suit down your legs and kick it away from you. In your shorts and athletic t-shirt, you feel only a shred of relief from the heat. The material of your clothes is thin, made to help you regulate your temperature, but it’s not helping. Not nearly enough.

“I think I have a fever or something,” you groan, finding your way into the kitchen. The safehouse is a simple one-story home in a farming town near the base, and it’s stocked with everything you and Steve could need if you were stuck here for a prolonged period of time.

You dig through the cabinets looking for fever medication and pop a few of them, chugging a glass of water. You lean against the counter, dropping your head as you take deep breaths. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst through your chest with how fast it’s beating.

Steve’s feet appear in your vision, and you drag your eyes up his figure. He’s still in his tactical suit. It’s fitted perfectly to him, sculpted to his muscular mountain of a body. When you finally reach his eyes, concern is written all across his face. He steps closer and places a hand on your forehead.

“You’re burning up,” he whispers, letting his hand cup your jaw. You lean into his palm, loving the way his calloused skin feels against your cheek. Just having him this close, having him touch you, brings you so much relief. But it’s not enough. It’s nowhere near enough.

You bite back a moan as his fingers brush down your jaw to your neck, feeling your pulse. “How have you not passed out yet?” he asks, furrowing his brow. “I need to call this in.” You whine at the loss of his touch when he pulls away. He comes back a moment later and holds his phone out, pressing the speaker button.

“Did you touch anything in that lab?” Bucky asks, voice tense. It’s a struggle to formulate the words. With Steve so close but not touching you, your brain feels like it’s scrambled.

“No, don’t think so,” you reply, clenching your hands into fists. Your fingernails dig crescent moons into your palms.

“Well, think harder. I need to know.” Steve watches you carefully, but you can tell he’s running through his memories in search of an answer.

“I don’t know, Bucky,” you whimper, a new wave of heat rushing to your belly. Steve steps closer again and places a hand on your arm. Goosebumps jump up on your skin. “Fuck,” you whisper.

You can tell it takes effort for Steve not to chide you about your language, but in the end, his concern for you wins out. “What about that vial?” he asks, thumb brushing up and down your arm.

“What vial is he talking about?” Bucky practically shouts.

“It was this tiny glass vial with gray powder in it,” you explain, voice tight. “I didn’t open it, but I dropped it, and it broke open.” You hear Bucky typing and a moment later, cursing under his breath.

“I’m gonna send you a picture. Tell me if this is what you saw.” Steve’s phone pings, and he shows you the photo. The gray powder looks identical to what you saw in the vial.

“Yeah, this looks the same.”

“Did it react to your touch? To heat?” Steve’s fingers curl around your arm, giving it a comforting squeeze, but all it does is make you throb all over. You want his fingers somewhere else, squeezing something else.

“Yes.”

“Shit. Sorry, I know, language, but shit.” Steve squeezes your arm harder.

“What’s wrong, Buck?” He asks, starting to pull the phone away from you.

“This stuff is bad, Steve,” Bucky says, worry seeping into his words. “If you two were in there together, you’re going to start feeling it soon too. It’s probably only delayed because the serum is fighting it off as best it can.”

“Feeling what?” Steve asks, eyes flicking between you and the phone.

Bucky pauses, probably finding a delicate way to break the news to Steve. If you didn’t feel like your heart was about to explode from your chest, you’d probably find it funny. “Aroused,” Bucky ends up saying. “So aroused that you feel like the only way you’ll survive is to… get it out of your system.”

Steve nearly drops the phone. He stares at you and releases your arm, taking a step back. You ache to feel his skin on yours again. Without it, you can barely stay standing. You sink to the floor, crouching low. The seam of your shorts digs into your panties, providing only a sliver of relief.

“Get it out of my system,” Steve states in disbelief. His voice is low and gruff, and it sends a pang of need through you. You fist the fabric of your shorts. Images of Steve’s hands gliding into the waistband, pressing down just where you need him, flood your mind.

You can practically feel his calloused fingers dipping into your panties, rubbing circles into your clit while he kisses your neck, covering you in marks. It takes everything in you not to reach down and just do it yourself.

“And what if we don’t,” Steve asks, running his hand through his hair. “Get it out of our systems, I mean.”

Bucky takes a long moment before responding. “You’ll be in too much pain,” he says. “Steve, you might survive, but I’m not so sure about–” Steve abruptly cuts off Bucky, but you already heard.

“Fuck or die,” you whisper to yourself. You laugh at the thought, scaring Steve. He watches you with wide eyes as you giggle to yourself.

Your heart is tight in your chest, constricting so much that you’re surprised it’s still beating. The feeling that’s settled in your belly, the one that makes every brush of your panties against your clit feel torturous, can only be described as need. But it’s so much more than that… how does Steve not feel it?

Steve keeps talking to Bucky, but you don’t hear any of it. Your blood is rushing in your ears, and the only thing you can think about is the way Steve’s gear is beginning to strain around his dick. Your mouth waters, more like floods, and you know that if you don’t get away from him this second, you’ll pounce.

Even though it feels like you’re going to die as you do it, you push yourself up and bolt out of the room. You stumble into a bedroom blindly, throwing the door closed behind you before you toss yourself onto the bed. The sheets are cool against your burning skin, and you waste no time tugging your shorts off and pulling your shirt up over your head.

Your clothes stick to you, but you manage to rid yourself of every scrap, leaving you naked and heaving on the bed. In an instant, your fingers are between your thighs. You’ve never been this wet before, never wanted to come so badly before. It’s pornographic, the way you’re touching yourself, but you can’t hold back.

For a second, you worry you’re being too loud, but the thought is washed away by your impending orgasm. It’s so close you can practically taste it, but as you begin to crest over the edge, it fades. Instead of satisfying you, all the orgasm accomplished was making you feel somehow worse.

You don’t even startle when you hear a knock on the door. “Are you okay?” Steve asks. You know he’s blushing; you don’t need to see him. He’s always so shy about this stuff. You don’t even know if he’s dated before. He’s a closed book.

“No,” you whimper, circling your clit with your middle finger. Normally, you’d be too sensitive after coming, but it’s like it never happened. You could easily go again, and again, and again…

“Are– are– are you decent?” You groan out a laugh. It’s adorable.

“No.” Your orgasm builds again, and this time you use your other hand to press two fingers inside of yourself. You can’t reach the spot you need to hit, but the fullness is nice. It’s still not enough. The second you fall over the edge, the pleasure is gone. No relief, just endless, relentless want.

“I’m gonna come in,” Steve tells you. For a moment you consider pulling the sheets over yourself, but the thought of being trapped under the stifling sheets makes you cry out.

The door opens, the light of the hallway flooding in, and you take in the sight of Steve. His suit is unzipped down to his waist, revealing his white shirt that is plastered to his chest. It shows off every muscle, the dip of his waist. He looks disheveled. His face is flushed, but it’s different than when he comes back from a tough workout. He looks like a predator.

The way his eyes roam over you is full of heat and danger.

“Steve,” you whimper. He’s beside the bed a second later, chest heaving as he takes you in. “Please, Steve, it’s not working,” you babble, clutching the sheets beside you. “Nothing’s helping!”

“Bucky says you could die,” he whispers, clenching his fists. He battles with something internally, though you’re not sure what. “This isn’t the way I wanted it to happen.” You don’t have time to think about it because he’s kissing you. He holds your face in his hands and kisses you lifeless, breathless. The feeling of his lips on yours is like a salve, soothing some of your achings.

He pulls away only to push his suit down the rest of the way, revealing his tented shorts. He’s back on you in a second, and your fingers find the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over him. You know Steve always runs a little warm due to the serum, but he’s burning up just like you. The feeling of his skin pressed against yours is heaven, but you still need more.

“Oh my god, Steve,” you murmur as he kisses your neck. He’s being gentle, too fucking gentle considering the circumstances. “I need more, please. I need more.” Steve nods into your neck and moves his hands to your breasts.

His large hands cup you perfectly, palming you. His fingers find your nipples, and he toys with them, playing you like a fiddle as you writhe beneath him. Your hips grind against his dick, and he groans into you. It’s a sound you’ve never heard from him but one you’ve craved long before tonight.

“You’re killing me,” he moans, driving his hips against yours. You run your fingers down his back, scratching into those beautiful muscles, and pull him closer.

“I need you, Steve.” Your voice comes out a whine, but Steve knows you’re in pain. He knows how much this is hurting both of you. He kisses you again before ridding himself of his shorts and briefs.

Steve Rogers is built like a god. Like a mountain. In all his naked glory before you, he is a thing of beauty. For a moment, the noise in your head fades, and the severity of this moment comes into focus.

How long have you pined after Steve? How long have you wanted to tell him what you feel about him?

This isn’t how I wanted it to happen.

It’s not how you want it to happen either, but maybe after all of this is over, you can fix things.

“I don’t feel like I can control myself right now,” Steve tells you, bringing you back to the situation at hand. His fist is wrapped around his cock, and he pumps it slowly, though you can tell it takes effort.

“I feel the same way,” you say, attempting to comfort him. His brows are knit together with focus, but he nods.

“Do you know if there are condoms anywhere?” he asks, somehow blushing harder. You shake your head, so Steve digs through the bedside table, then the cabinet in the bathroom, but comes up with nothing.

“I get the shot, and I’m clean,” you tell him, voice tight. Pain radiates through your body, making your toes curl.

“I’m clean.” As the words pass his lips, he climbs onto the bed. He settles between your legs, sitting back on his heels as he drinks in the sight of you. Your eyes devour him right back, eating up his muscular body, following the trail of his abs to his dick. He’s big, bigger than anything you’ve ever taken before, and you shudder at the thought of how he’ll stretch you.

Your fingers grip the bed sheets, and you twitch just thinking about his dick. It sets something off in Steve; it’s like a switch flipped. He ducks his head down and takes your nipple into his mouth, one of his hands drifting down your body. His calloused skin scrapes against you, and you writhe beneath him. His fingers reach your clit, and he toys with it, tight quick circles that work you up, while his teeth graze your nipple. He nips at the skin around your breast, soothing each mark with his tongue, and the want that’s coiled in your belly seems to wind tighter.

He sinks lower, tongue tasting your skin as he descends until your legs rest on his shoulders and his lips are hovering over you. His breath is hot on your sensitive skin, and you do your best not to buck your hips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he practically whispers before dipping down and dragging his tongue through your arousal. You burn at his words, grinding against his face. You’re past the point of being shy or embarrassed. He knows what you want. What you need.

“Steve,” you moan. The sound of his name on your lips sounds downright pornographic, and it spurs him on. He brings you right to the edge and grazes his teeth over your clit, sending you right over. This time, when you come, it feels so much better than when you’d been doing it to yourself. It only provides you a second of relief before the need returns.

Steve holds your legs apart, and his tongue darts out, licking his lower lip. You pant as you watch him sit up. He strokes his cock a few times before running the tip along your pussy. He collects your arousal, knocking your clit with his dick.

You can tell he feels conflicted. You don’t want him to regret this, to feel bad. “Stevie,” you whisper, pushing yourself up. Your body screams at you not to waste time, but this is more important. “Can I tell you something?”

He nods, searching your eyes.

“I know it might sound stupid, but I’ve had a crush on you for forever,” you admit, trying not to drop his gaze. His lips part as he sucks in a breath. “I didn’t know how to tell you, and I didn’t want to live with you rejecting me.”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t have rejected you,” he whispers. “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time.” You grin at his words and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his abdomen.

“This isn’t how I wanted any of this to happen,” you say, echoing his earlier statement. “But I know you’ll take care of me. You’ll keep me safe. I wouldn’t want anyone else here with me.” Steve’s expression softens, and he leans down to kiss the top of your head.

“That’s right,” he says, guiding you to lie back down. “I’m gonna take real good care of you.” His words take on a possessive growl as he lines himself up with your pussy. He raises his eyebrows at you, silently asking if you’re ready.

“Please, Steve, please,” you beg. He pushes into you in one brutal thrust, stretching you around his length. You let out a guttural moan, and he starts moving.

“Shit,” he grunts through gritted teeth. “You’re so tight, baby.”

“Language,” you moan, earning you a slap to your inner thigh. Steve’s pace is punishing, his thrusts deep, and you feel him everywhere. His hands grip your hips, your breasts, your legs, anywhere he can get his hands on.

His focus is entirely on you, on bringing you right up to your peak. You’re so sensitive that it doesn’t take much to send you over the edge. Steve moans when you come and repositions you so your face is in the mattress and your ass is in the air.

When he pushes into you again, you feel him even deeper this time. The slam of his hips against your ass, his fingers digging into your hips, it’s almost too much. You crest again, chanting Steve’s name into the sheets.

It feels like it lasts forever, but you can’t get enough. Steve whispers words of encouragement to you, but they’re laced with a filth you hadn’t expected from him.

Doing so good for me, baby. Squeezing me so tight. You look so perfect taking my dick.

It’s only after you’ve come down from your 6th orgasm, does your fever start to break. Steve has only come twice (only! You have no idea how he’s been able to keep going… must be the serum), but you can tell he’s getting worn out.

At some point, he’d pulled you to the edge of the bed so he could stand between your legs. Your ankles are hooked around his neck now, and you’re a puddle in his hands.

His fingers come up to touch your face, and he smiles. “Your fever is gone,” he tells you, slowly thrusting inside of you. “How do you feel?” You’re not sure you’ll even be able to speak, but you try anyways.

“So good,” you whisper. “So good, Stevie.” He leans down, bending you in half, and kisses you softly. He tugs your lower lip between his teeth before pulling back a bit.

“Perfect.” He stays where he is with you bent in half and picks up his pace. Still, you can tell he’s already close to finishing again. He comes on a low groan that resonates through your whole body. You tilt your head up to kiss him again, and finally, that panicky need fades.

Steve pulls out of you gently, and you drop your head onto the mattress. Your body tingles all over, and you feel like you’re about to float away until you feel his tongue teasing your clit.

“Stevie,” you whimper while you try and fail to wiggle away.

“Please,” he whispers against your pussy. “You can give me another one, can’t you, baby? For me, please?” He licks your sensitive flesh with each word, begging you for just one more. And even though you’re sensitive, you don’t want to say no.

Your fingers release the sheets and trail down to Steve’s head, where you tangle them in his hair. He understands what you’re asking. His tongue dips lower, licking up where his cum is leaking out of you and he pushes it back inside. He tastes every inch of you, soothing the soreness that is slowly starting to creep in. Your fingers tug his hair, guiding him to where you need him most, and he lets you.

The noises Steve makes as he eats you out are what put you over the edge one final time, and he laps it up eagerly. He presses kisses to the insides of your thighs before standing. You’re barely conscious as he carries you into the other bedroom and cleans you up.

As you’re beginning to fall asleep and he’s tucking you in, you hear his whispered words. “I’ll always be here to keep you safe. I’ll always take care of you.” Steve climbs into the bed and pulls you to his chest. He kisses your forehead, and you succumb to the warmth of sleep.

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aerasx · 1 year

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🌙 ❜ ─ Kisses ⁰⁰⁴

» Their favorite places to kiss you

Members: Hyunjin, Felix, lee know

Genre: suggestive , fluff

Warnings: none

Felix

» cheek / your face

» most of the time the kisses are short pecks all over your face to show his affection. Mostly they happen right before you guys go to bed but can also just be when your out on a date.

» Like to kiss your face because he feels like it isn’t to romantic while still expressing his love for you.

» If you say that you feel a bit hurt because he never kisses you anywhere else he will feel a bit hurt because he never wants you to feel sad or hurt about it.

» His preference Is definitely you cheek though so except to get a lot of kisses their Definitely will kiss your lips before going to bed.

Hyunjin

» hand / lips

» Mr. Romantic! If you walk in while he’s busy painting he’ll ask you to walk over to him and when you lean down he’ll steal a kiss from your lips a surprised blush forming on your face.

» If your on a date or when he gives you a gift he will definitely kiss your hand as a gesture of love but you most giggle at it he doesn’t mind because he loves to see the smile forming on your lips.

» Will also deeply kiss you before initiating sex. Overall super romantic definitely the perfect boyfriend especially with how cute he acts when around you.

Lee know

» thighs

» Not in a sexual way at all! Though he doesn’t mind if you take it that way.

» Will definitely be the type of man to crawl in between your thighs after a long day and start sprinkling kisses everywhere around your inner thighs.

» If you do take it in a sexual way he will be on top of you in minutes!

» Will overall love just resting in between your thighs could die a happy man if he stayed the rest of his life in between your thighs never a dull moment with this man!!!

Requests Open

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zhodie · 2 years

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@totallynotsunset

What about… teasing Zhongli until he gets worked up and- yk 😳 it can be suggestive or full on NSFW. It’s up to you 🤭

BRILLIANT IDEA SUNSET IM DOING IT NOW

Cant add a cut cause my powers out and I’m on my phone 🤪🤪

Teasing Zhongli until he loses control? Yessir <3

Warnings: Smut (finally) Mentions of shapeshifting, size kink?, Zhongli turns into Morax and gets angy :(

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“Ngh- Y/N” Zhongli muttered, trying not to growl as he clenched his fists around the chair armwrests. You were sitting on his lap, pushing yourself down right on him. You had all of your clothes on and so did he, causing both of you to heat up fast. “Aw, Morax, but you said it was my turn” You pouted, giggling mischievously as you tugged at his tie.

“You keep this up I’ll- NGH!” You pressed yourself down on his hard on, cutting him off. Incoherent curses came from Zhongli as he let go of the armwrests and grabbed the flesh of your hips.

“I’m warning you, Y/N” He almost growled, his gloves straining against his forming talons.

“Oh? What if that’s what I want?” You leaned in, pushing his chin down to look at you.

His eyes looked on fire, almost burning a hole through you.

“I. Am. Warning. You.” he growled.

He could feel his clothes straining against him, as whenever he turned into his ex-archon self he always got a bit... large. About 6’10 and a whole lotta stuff. He was already 6’ but a whole 10” is WHEW.

His talons were about to bust out of his gloves when you stood up and off his lap, walking away like nothing happened.

“What are you doing?” He said, gasping to calm his nerves, and removing his gloves and coat for good measure. His head thrown back, afterwards as he slouched into the chair.

You giggled, turning to him “What about it Morax? I thought you liked games?” You smiled ear to ear.

You knew exactly what you were doing and he wasn’t having it.

“Come fix this. Now.”

“Hmmm, no”

“Y/N L/N... I mean it.”

“Rex Lapis... so do I”

That was his breaking point. He almost teleported in front of you, slamming you against the wall, pushing himself against you in a harsh kiss.

His tongue plunged itself into you, forcing a moan from you, clawing his back.

You could feel his body shift, a taller and broader form holding you down like prey.

He tore off his shirt as it became to tight, his gold hues and toned body pushing against you.

He almost tore off your pants, forcing your undergarments down.

“You fucking started this, now” He huffed “You’re going to end it”

He manhandled you, claws scraping your thighs forcing you open. You were like a feather being smushed by a rock, helpless.

His length was almost 12 inches, making you gawk like a slut. You swear that he’d never fit but he always makes it.

You whined as he pushed you down onto him in one motion, the whole of him plunging into you, and you swear he made himself taller and more muscular this time just to get you back.

“Z-Zhongli!! Too full! Too full!” you clawed at his back, drawing gold blood with your nails.

Animalistic growls were heard as he pounded into you at a brutal pace. About 3 times per second.

“Use my name, dear. NGH” He thrusted deeper into you at that “And I’ll go easy on you”

“Morax! Rex Lapis! Lord of Geo PLEASE!!”

He wasn’t slowing down, and you soon became putty in his hands. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. The things he could do yo you with his own body shifts were a thrill to him.

He tore orgasm after orgasm from you. Cry after cry, scream of his name after scream of his name.

#zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #smut.#genshin smut #zhongli

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mistresxxx · 1 year

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Couldn't resist

Ghost x afab reader

This man has been stuck in my head for MONTHS so I had to write. Once again I'm barly getting into writing sumt so please give me a break. This was kinda rushed, I wrote this in about an hour. Nun the less enjoy

Summary: all of task force 141 were having drinks at the base, you got a little to flirty with alejandro.

Warnings ig? - foul language, p in v, rough sex, a drip of praise, ghost just being an asshole. I honestly feel like this man dosent know what calm sex is. He's just aggressive, 18+ minors go away thank you ♡

It just started off as drinks, harmless really. All of task force 141 got done with a mission and thought they'd celebrate with some drinks at the base.

You where not new but had only been apart of 141 for a year. Price walked in with a bottle of vodka "this is apart of my personal collection so you lads should be happy im sharing" he laughed "just pour some shots captain" you smiled back " impaciencia somos ahora?" Alejandro spoke before taking a sip from his beer. You took a shot and looked at him "solo tratando de pasar un buen rato" he leaned in "Sé cómo mostrarte un buen momento hermosa." You smiled "me gustaria eso señor~" you purred. Before you and him could go any further ghost slammed his gun on the table. Which made everyone look over at him "oops" he looked at you.

After that ghost grabbed a bottle of bourbon and went to his room, soup tried shouting "COME ON L.T LIVE ALITTLE" but all that was herd was a slamming door.

The night was calm, soup, gaz and ruddy where playing uno while plastered. Alejandro and price where sitting at the table sipping on there beers going over paper work and you where just watching the three boys act like 5 year Olds. You got tired and decided to go to bed.

The next day was another mission so the boys had to shake the hang overs, which they oddly did well.

Before 141 head out they said goodbye to alejandro and ruddy since they where getting on a plane back to Las Almas. Alejandro went to shake your hand and pulled you in "Quise decir lo que dije princesa" you pulled away wide eyed he smiled at you and started walking away "hasta pronto hermanos" ruddy yelled. You felt a pair of eyes on you, of course they where ghosts. You just walked away.

Price had you and ghost stationed on a building, 2 snipers ready if need be. The rest of the men would infiltrate the building and try to get the drug lord out as peacefully as possible but everyone new that wasn't going to happen.

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"Do you two have eyes on the target?" Price asked. "Yes sir" you and ghost both spoke, "alright good we're going in now, wait for my call. Soap and his team will go in a little while after us, out."

You leaned back looking at ghost who was still staring threw the scope of his sniper. "He said he'd call it you don't need to keep watch" you spoke matter of factly "don't care" ghost sharply stated. You rolled your eyes and asked "what's been with you lately? You slammed your gun down on the table last night when me and alejandro were talking and you stared daggers into me and him early today." He stayed silent, you then got more annoyed at how dry he was acting so you decided to push his buttons. "Ohhh I know what this is about, you don't like we where flirting with eachother?" He still said nothing trying his dambist to just stare down the scope. You pushed further "come on ghost we fucked once. one time. Dosent mean you get to be mad im was flirting with someone else." Nothing said. And futher you pushed "what is it you scared he might fuck me bet-" your words where cut off with a hand aggressively put around your throat. "You need to learn to shut the fuck up." He looked down at you "oh so he dose speak" you chuckled. Which just pissed him off more. "What do you want "y/n" you smiled "for you to fuck me obviously."

Before you could react he had you up against the wall. "We're making this fucking quick. Pants off." He spoke annoyed. "Yes sir" you smiled. You pulled your panties and your pants down to your ankle. he lifted you up on top of a box that was in the room with you to. He slides 2 fingers in "already wet for me? Fucking slut, you wanted this." You grinned your hips "mmhmm maybe I did" you smile "you annoying little shit." You can see him roll his eyes threw the mask before pumping his fingers into you faster. "Ghost we're entering the building you see us?" Soap asks over the coms, you forgot soaps team hadn't gone in yet. Your eyes widening. "ghost how copy" soap questions "you stay fucking quite" his hand that was on your neck moves to click the button to speak "affirmative I see you. Y/n just wouldn't shut up." He chuckles before shoving his fingers as deep as possible into you. You throw your head back and moan before soap can hears, ghost cues off "ha alright I'll let you two know if we need your guys help sit tight. Out" soap says before entering the building. That was the least of ghost worries "copy" after ghost answer he takes his fingers out of your cunt. "Get on your stomach" Ghost commands. You happily do so "good girl~" he spoke, which made you clinch around nothing. all you could hear after that was the sound of his belt unbuckleing and his pants hitting the ground.

He lines himself up and bends over so his mouth is right by your ear " you annoy the shit out of me so I'm gunna fuck you then your gunna shut the fuck up and stop acting like a fucking slut. Got it." You look up at him "yes sir~ please just fuck me" he chuckles "pathetic" he then slams into you, he gives you maybe a minute to adjust before he sets a relentless pace, your head hanging low while you moan in ecstacy. "Yes fuck, oh my go- just like that" you don't know what your saying at this point you just don't want him to stop. He grabs you by the throat and pounds into you more "you voice is so- ah fucking annoying" he is fucking you like he hates you and for some reason it turns you on more.

He's hitting all of the good spots, you feel that knot in your stomach tighten "fuck gho- im gunna uah c-cum" you whine "then play with your clit and cum. I'm not doing all the fucking work." He won't admit it to you but god the way you moan when he fucks you sounds so good but he has to be quick you two are on a mission for fucks sake. It's not long before your cumming, your back arches one hand on the box the other going from your clit to his hand that's on you hips. "Fuck yes oh my God yes" ghost slams into you a few more times before he pulls out and starts to put on his pants.

"Wha but you didn't cum?" You start to fix your hair and pull you panties and underwear back up, he gets closer. "Were on a mission, if im gunna make a mess out of you I'll do it back at the base. You got what you wanted so now I'll get what I want later." You smile and look up "oh so well continue this later?" You ask smugly "sit down and shut up."

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Mission went successful as always and once everyone was back at the base and everyone was in there rooms. You where at your desk doing paper work when your phone dinged, you looked over at it when it read *message from L.T*

"Time to hold up your end of the deal princess"

#cod mw2 #mw2 smut #mw2 fanfic #mw2 ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #smut.

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Professor (S.G)

Warning(s); age gap (Reader is 21, Steven is 35),smut! (piv sex), dom! Steven!,humilation kink, dumbifaction kink,public sex (in the classroom & his office),pet names,degrading,praise, oral sex (M receiving), sex toys (vibe) and more!

Pairing(s); Professor! Steven grant X Fem! Student! Reader X mentioned marc & Jake.

Summary; you’re in love with him,and he knows it.

A/n; so like this is another fave of mine. Professor Steven might just need a part 2>>

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You aren’t sure when this started or how you got to where you are now, but your aren’t complaining.

Here you were splayed across your professors desk once more as he used you like you were a toy. He fucked in and out of you with abusive thrusts making you cover your mouth to avoiding being caught. He was hitting every nerve inside of you sending you flying like a rocket every time he pressed back into you.

“Hey, no. I didn’t say cover your mouth, move your hand” you looked up at him with pleading eyes, you couldn’t control your sound, he knew that. “I said move your fucking hand. Don’t make me do it for you.” His warning was enough to make you move your hand, you felt that similar coil tighten and you bit your lip.

A sharp slap landed to your face and you gasped looking up at him “oi! Let me Fucking hear you, I’ll stop right now. I’ll stop and leave you Fucking helpless ya hear me? Open that fucking slutty mouth and let me hear you.” His hand left your waist reaching up to tug your bottom lip from your teeth. He pinned your lip under his thumb keeping it pulled down as you moaned out.

“I don’t care if someone hears you love, maybe that’s what you want if your honest hmm? Want someone to hear you and walk in on you getting fucked by your professor.” You clenched around him your eyes rolling back into your head. “You’d fuckin’ love that, someone watching me fuck you stupid, maybe one of those silly school boys will enter. That’d be so good huh? Bet they’d stop trying to get you then?” It broke you.

The thought of those boys seeing you being on display sent you tumbling into your orgasm you clenched down on him and he groaned as you milked his own orgasm from him.

“That’s a good little girl, hmm? My favorite Fucking student. Letting me fill you up like a little toy.” You panted and he leaned down to kiss you sloppily.

Professor Steven Grant. He was one of the youngest professors at your university. He taught ancient history, mainly things about Egypt. You were enthralled with the old gods in Egypt so having someone so keen on teaching them kept you interested.

You aren’t entirely sure when it became something else, when your eyes would linger a little too long on your professor, when you wear shorter skirts just to make him look, knowing he would look.

Or when you’d get your tests back and ‘good job’ turned to ‘good girl’. Especially when he’d finally snapped, you’d been talking to a boy in your class. You weren’t intentionally flirting but that’s what it was, Steven asked to see you after class and that was the first time of many you’d end up being bent over his desk as he fucked you silly.

You learned quickly though it wasn’t just Steven in his head, there were alters. He’d go from British to American, and then somehow he’d speak fluent Spanish without a second thought. It wasn’t normal, you knew that. So when it came about he had alters you weren’t surprised.

Marc and Jake rule his head sometimes, Jake hardly comes out but you’ve met marc on occasions when he’d come out after Steven had his way with you. He was nice enough but definitely a cold person, you didn’t care about his alters though, they didn’t change the evident growing feelings you had for him.

He knew it too. He’d tease you about it constantly. One time though, one time he’d pissed you off too much, pushed too far. You wanted him to see that just because you liked him doesn’t mean you can’t fuck other people.

You waited until you knew he was done with classes, you had a school boy pressed against his office door making out with him. You hear the slide of shoes stop next to the pair of you but didn’t bother stopping, only doing so when you’d heard him clear his throat.

To say he was angry would be a understatement,possibly of the year. Steven drug you into his office and you spent the next 2 hours shoved under his desk choking on his cock as he splashed load after load down your throat. “I’ll just clean this pretty mouth of yours baby, since you don’t know how to keep it clean for daddy.” That was the only warning you got before another load fell down your throat.

When Steven fucks he fucks rough and hard. Like he’s trying to release years of pent up aggression on you, which is shocking especially with his kind and soft demeanor. So soft spoken and sweet to other students and faculty, not to you though no- never to you.

Steven was like some kind of story where it starts off sweet and kind and slowly as you dive deeper into it it turns dark and mysterious, the kind that leaves you on the edge of your seat waiting to read what happens next.

You knew how to get under his skin better then anyone, better then the alters that argue inside his head. You made Steven feel things no one ever had, no girlfriend,no friend, no fucking one had ever had him wrapped so easily around their finger.

You didn’t know it either which made it all the better for him. It made it so much easier to push and prod at you until you do the things he wanted you to. Until you’d wear those skirts you know cover nothing, until you’d be staring at each other while he taught, until you’d press a school boy up against his office door and make out with him.

Steven laughed at you, at your desperate attempts to show him that there are other boys. Yes, boys. Hell he’d let you try them out but how long until you came back to him? Begging him to fuck you because those stupid school boys don’t know how to, not properly.

They don’t know how to push you right up on the edge and then take that away from you, they don’t know how to choke you just enough for your head to feel the fuzzy feeling, they don’t know where to touch or kiss or bite or suck you like he does. No one ever will because you’re his.

You can’t escape him, he’s got you trapped now, spun tightly in his little web of pleasure. It’s not like you wanted to leave him anyway.

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“You’re kidding right?” You were stood in stevens classroom a few minutes before class started. When he called you in early you assumed it was because he needed to fuck something but no, this man had other plans.

“No one will hear it.” He assured you. Steven wanted to put a remote control bullet vibe inside you while he taught. While all your classmates and friends were inside this room. He was Fucking Insane is what he was. “Cmon love, you got less then 7 minutes to decide if this is what you want.” He said and you huffed.

“What happens if I don’t do it?” You asked knowing there’d be some consequence. “Well, love, let’s just say you’d have a very hard time getting…off…for the next few weeks” you swallowed thickly and sighed.

You pushed yourself up on his desk spreading his legs open for him as your skirt slid up to reveal your hidden heat. “That’s my girl” he said and kissed your inner thigh. He moved your white cotton panties out of the way and slowly slipped the plastic inside you. He leaned down his lips attaching to your clit as you let out a loud moan.

“Professor!” You whined. “Just making sure.” He smiled and fixed your underwear back. “Okay, off you go, find a seat before your friends start arriving” you nodded and picked up your bag walking to your usual seat.

“Are you okay?” Your friend leaned over and you nodded. No you weren’t, not at all. He had kept it steady on the highest setting for at least 10 minutes now. You were gonna cum there was no stopping it,not unless he turned it down. You knew how you looked probably, cheeks flushed,biting your lip, eyes dilated. You looked a mess.

“…and so you then have to look deeper into the history of the tomb…” you were only half hearing what he was saying desperately trying to stove off your orgasm. Steven could watch you like this all day, you looked so perfect to him. You mouthed a please in his direction and he gave in, he slipped his hand into his pocket and you sighed visibly relaxing as you knew you weren’t gonna cum that soon.

Steven could watch your friends lean over and whisper worries to you the whole class, how embarrassing it would be for them to find you out, find out that a small toy was knuckles deep inside you and that he -Your Professor- was controlling it.

“Alright, you guys know what you need to get done as always” Steven said sitting back down at his desk. “Class dismissed.” everyone began filing out except you, you stayed back.

“You coming?” Your friend asked “no, I have some tutoring with mr grant” your friend shrugged “alright, be safe” you nodded.

You only began to move towards his desk as the last few people left. Steve got up making it to the door in 3 strides. He closed and locked the door, but he never told you he locked it. He was just mean like that.

Steven wasted no time im getting you up on his desk your legs spread wide for him. He clicked his teeth “tsk, you ruined your pretty panties baby, that’s not what good girls do” you clenched around the toy. “I’ll help clean you up don’t worry buttercup” you watched him slowly pull the soiled cotton off you.

You prepared yourself gripping onto the side of his desk as he trailed sloppy kisses up the insides of your thighs. “Sir, please” you whined and Steven chuckled “what? What is it you need? Hmm? You gotta use your words love, I gotta know what your pleading for. What if you’re pleading for me to stop?” You shook your head “no! No! Don’t stop” you spoke frantically. “Then, what do you want love? I know you aren’t dumb already tell your professor what’s wrong. I jus’ wanna help” you blinked at him.

“I want you- your cock, want it inside me” you huffed, chest heaving as your breath picked up. “Hmm, right because nothing makes you feel as good as me, isn’t that right?” You nodded but that’s not what Steven wanted. A sharp slap landed on your heat and you moaned out “I said, isn’t that right?” You swallowed before answering “yes sir, that’s right” Steven stood up from his crouched position.

Steven tugged on his belt the clinking of it only making you wetter. “Here this is what we are gonna do” he wrapped the leather around your wrists hooking it securely. “Let’s get you flipped around” he said and lifted you off his desk flipping you around to bend you over it.

Steven flipped the pleated skirt up so he could see everything properly. “I don’t think you’re telling me the truth, buttercup. I’m pretty sure this toy was about to make you cum earlier.” You wiggled against his desk “maybe I would’ve been nice if you were a good girl, but good girls don’t cum that easily, good girls wait for permission” you whined “but I didn’t cum..” Steven chuckled “but you were going to, you were going to cum all over my seats weren’t you? Next to your friends who seemed so worried. You were gonna be a little whore and cum with so many people around you. How disgusting of you baby, utterly pathetic”

You gasped feeling him turn the toy back on “let’s see if you can be a good girl, yeah? You wanna be my good girl don’t you? Yeah, you do” you squirmed feeling the toy vibrating inside you. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted him not this stupid toy.

“Look at you, leaking all that juice down your pretty thighs. It’s a shame really, bet you’d taste so good right now.” That only made you clench around the toy “mmm you’d feel so good around my cock right now, watching you go dumb with pleasure.” You breathed in and out trying to fight the coil building inside you.

“You really think you can hold back? Yeah? Trying to force yourself not to cum around this toy? You know my cock is so much better, don’t you?” You nodded “yes, it is!” You whined out.

You were gonna cum, this was the moment where you were gonna become a bad girl, where you didn’t wait for permission like you should it was coming way too fast to stop it.

Steven ripped the toy from inside you sinking into you at the last second as you fell off the edge you moaned out head falling forward onto his desk and you shook with erotic bliss.

“See, you always get what you want baby, always” you sighed as your body slowed from your peak. “You alright buttercup?” He asked and you nodded “think you can handle me? Yeah? Or are you too dumb.” You hummed “fuck me, please” Steven smiled widely.

He set a rough yet gentle pace only picking up once he was sure you had completely fizzled out. He reached down “arch your back.” He commanded and you did using your hands to hold you up. Steven wrapped his hand around your throat softly squeezing the sides.

“Sir…good…it feels so good” Steven placed kisses along your jaw as he sent your head into a clouded place. “I’m sure it feels good baby, you feel good. So good, fuck you wrap around me so perfectly.” His arm wrapped around your waist helping to hold you up.

“Sir is gonna fill you up buttercup, gonna make sure you’re nice ‘n full darling” that was your only warning before you felt the hot splashes of his seed coating your insides. You sighed as he slowed his thrusts to a stop groaning out his own curses as he came down.

He slowly dropped his hold on your neck and flipped you back around careful to not pull out of you. “Hey, do you love me? Hmm? Wanna hear you say it buttercup” you sighed your head still fuzzy. “Love you daddy…I..I do” Steven smiled leaning down to kiss you gently “yeah? How cute are you. In love with your professor? Such a bad girl you are” you leaned up wanting to kiss him but he pulled away.

“Let’s clean up” he said and quickly unhooked the belt around your wrists. You were still dazed you weren’t sure what he used to wipe you clean you just felt him slide your panties back on. “You have a few minutes to get to your next class, I would hurry if I were you” you nodded and grabbed your bag walking towards his door.

You whined as you could feel remains of him leaking out into your already soiled panties.

#fem reader #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #dom!steven grant #moon knight #moon knight smut #smut.

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fireflyinks · 1 year

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babysitter part two

babysitter! reader x joel miller smut

MATURE 18+

There was tension between Joel and I ever since that night. Not a bad type of tension, but not completely good either. There was a sort of understanding that we were both so desperate and needy for each other. Of course, Sarah was old enough that if we made it too obvious, she’d figure it out and be scarred for life.

But that needy tension needed a sweet release sooner or later.

“Okay, just have her back around six, please, we have dinner plans.” I told one of Sarah’s friend’s mom, smiling.

They were taking a trip to the mall, meaning that I had time to clean a few things here and there, watch some movies, and maybe even be a needy mess for Joel.

“Alright, see you then.” The blonde woman said, giving me a warm smile before rolling up her window and driving off.

It was a Saturday, so I knew Joel would get home around five. I checked my watch, 4:49.

I rushed into the house, reaching into my purse to grab the red lingerie set I had brought. I changed into it quickly, wanting to be ready when Joel got home.

I thought about how weird this was. I was just talking to this man’s daughter about her middle school drama and boys not even twenty minutes ago, and here I was, getting ready for him to rail me.

Hearing his truck pull up to the house, I laid on the couch, positioning myself provocatively.

He walked in, his eye’s immediately darting to me.

“Hi” I greeted him softly.

“Sugar, what’s all this for?” Joel smirked,

“You.”

Without hesitation, he leaning towards me, pressing a long kiss onto my lips.

The longer we went, the more sloppy and needy it got, until we were basically exploring each others mouths.

“Get on the bed, on your knees, ready to take this cock down that pretty throat.”

“Yes sir.” I said, standing up and walking up the stairs, to his bedroom.

His room smelled like cologne. It smelt like his. The smell engrossed me, as I got in the position he had told me to be in.

A few minutes, he walked in the room.

“Oh, you take instructions so well, that’s my good girl.”

My cunt feels slippery just from his words.

Joel takes his belt off, unzipping his blue jeans and taking them off, along with his boxers.

His cock springs in-front of my face, causing my mouth to salivate

“Go ahead. Suck on daddy’s cock.”

I kitten lick the tip, slowly guiding it into my mouth.

I hear him groan, his knees buckling. He pushes my head back and fourth, thrust his cock in and out of my throat. I gag around it, sending vibrations down his length.

“That’s it, that’s my good slut.”

The degradation makes me audibly moan.

“Oh, you like it when I make you feel all small? Hm? Are you my cock slut?”

I nodded, continuing to choke his member. Soon enough, warm cum shot down my throat, coating my mouth.

“Swallow all of it, come on, don’t be shy.”

I did so, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out to show him.

“That’s a good girl.” He murmured under his breath, flipping me over.

“Come on, arch that ass up for me.”

I felt his tip brush on my pussy, making my body shake.

“You ready, sugar? You ready for daddy to fuck you now?”

I nodded eagerly.

“I gotta hear you say it.”

“Please! Please, daddy I want your cock!” I pleaded, needing to be filled up.

He pushed in, making my legs quiver.

As he thrusted into me, Joel left the occasional slap on my ass. It was painful, but the stinging made me moan.

“You’re so good for me. Staying with my Sarah all day, cleaning for me. I oughta just let you move in at this point, so you can milk this cock whenever you want.”

My breathing began to speed up. “Yes! Please, I wanna milk your cock!”

I could almost feel his smirk from behind me. “Then go ahead. Let me cum in that pretty pussy.”

After a few moments, I felt his warm liquid cover my core.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I mumbled repeatedly.

“Joel! Y/n! Look at the cds I found!” Sarah called from down stares, almost directly after I reached my high.

We both snickered, knowing how filthy we were.

#pedro pascal smut #joel miller smut #joel miller #the last of us #pedro pascal #smut.

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frog-edits1 · 8 months

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Eddie Munson smut

There you where, bent over the bathroom counter of public bathroom in Benny’s Burgers. How did you get here?… Let’s re-cap real quick.

(Bold and italicized words = past/re-cap)

Eddie had been your best friend since you two where little, and you guys shared everything together, including your first kiss. Last night after you both had gotten high, he bet you 50 bucks you couldn’t work all day with a vibrator in you, your dumbass ofc accepted, because money is money.

You where working at Family Video with Steve and Robin, and Eddie decided to hangout there all day to make sure you kept working, plus he had the controller. “Fuck!-“, you squealed squeezing your thighs together, after Eddie had turned on the vibrator on the max setting, again. Making it pulse right against your clit, over and over again. Until you finally gave up and went to him, your legs practically shaking. “Your not working princess.”, Eddie says with a smirk, continuing to mess with the vibrator. “Please Eddie… I’ll do anything…”

And with those words is how you ended up here, him fingering you roughly, with keeping the vibrator on your clit. “Oh Eddie please..”, you whined, it was getting hard for you to keep quite, as he kept scissoring his fingers inside you. “Please what princess.”, Eddie asks, looking at you through mirror. “Cock! I want your cock… please Eddie..”. Eddie chuckled darkly at your neediness, “And who would I be to deny my princess?”, you hear Eddie say, before hearing the sound of his zipper undoing, and seeing his jeans drop to the floor in a pool around his ankles. “You sure princess?”, Eddie asks softly, pulling away the vibrator, and with an eager nod of your head he slams his cock into your cunt. “FUCK!!-“, you scream out as Eddie places one of his hands over your mouth. “You gotta be quite if you want me to keep going darling.”, he says in a snarky tone, and you nod your head yes, as he places one hand on your hip, gripping it tight enough to leave bruises, the other holding the vibrator back to your clit. Eddie didn't care how sensitive you where from the toy you had been wearing all morning, ramming into you, watching tears form in your eyes and your knees buckle as he starts thrusting into your sweet spot over, and over again. "Oh!-", you whimper and whine as he starts to get rougher, pounding into your tight cunt with no mercy. "Eddie I'm close..". You whine, looking at him through the mirror. "I know honey, go ahead. Cum on my cock.", Eddie groans as he feels you clench around him. "Go on princess. Good girl... good girl...", he groans as you cum around his cock, your release collecting in a a thin white ring around his base, before he paints your walls with his cum.

"God princess!!", Eddie groans, laying his forehead on your back, gently kissing his neck. "I'll bring you back home with me after your shift ok?", Eddie says as he helps you fix yourself back up to be presentable as if you had just got in fucked to the moon and back by your best friend. “And we can finish this later.”, Eddie whispers as he walks out of the bathroom, the vibrator and your panties in his back pocket.

I hope you liked this, and if you want a part 2 then you should like so I’ll know to make one. (Sorry for not posting in forever, I haven’t had any motivation.)

#eddie munson x reader #smut #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #steve stranger things #robin buckley #stranger things #best friends #bathroom #challenging #smut.

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danses-with-dogmeat · 9 months

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Dialogue Prompts

Here is my ~specially~ curated list of dialogue prompts that can be anything from angsty to fluffy to a lil more saucy. But mostly, they're just ones that really spoke to me (haha) and got my mind working on the possibilities. Some of them I found around tumblr, some were ones I came up with, some might have been off of pinterest? Idk, but this is the result!

This is also the list I'm using in the 2k event that I'm starting! Which is actually why I put this together in the first place 😅

But anyway, absolutely feel free to use it for whatever you please, but if you do, it'd be super awesome if you credited/tagged me/my blog 😊 if only so I can check out what people have put together with them!

I hope you enjoy! <3

"Wait. Don't go, please."

"Is this okay?" -- ("It's more than okay.")

"Promise me you'll still be here when I wake up."

"I never should've left you alone."

"I'm sorry, I just... Don't think I'm ready."

"Don't make me say it. I-I can't say the words."

"It's you. It's always been you."

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

"Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to help?"

"Are you sure about this?"

"We don't have to talk. Not if you don't want to."

"I never knew I could feel this loved."

"What are we doing?"

"What am I doing wrong?"

"You're not okay. You're shaking."

"Don't stop."

"I can't lose you, too."

"I thought I could trust you."

"I should've done this ages ago."

"I didn't know how much I wanted this until now."

"I don't care if someone sees."

"I can take care of you."

"Don't ever say anything like that again."

"Remind me when I said I needed your help?"

"Can you just hold me for a moment?"

"I don't care about anything else."

"Just... Be careful, okay?"

"Can we at least talk about this?"

"Where the hell were you?"

"You wanted to be left alone, right?"

"I've got you."

#dialogue prompt #dialogue inspiration #angst #fluff #smut.#hurt/comfort #fanfic ideas #romantic prompts #writing prompt #fic prompt #writing dialogue #my prompts #prompt list

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taekookielove0130 · 1 year

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I didn't know

Jjk x reader

"Who the hell even likes teaching maths?" Jungkook whines and you turn to look at his pouty face now sporting a frown.

"I do." You say with a smile directed towards him before you hop down from the bench and start kicking the grass in an attempt to ignore the tingles his proximity has been causing in you.

Jungkook has been your friend for as long as you can remember. It started when you moved into the neighbourhood and he was the guy next door who wanted to be friends. You both had an instant connection like... It was just meant to be. You don't know how to explain it but you guys just immediately became best friends.

Now you're both studying in the same university and are still best friends. He understands when you're uncomfortable and does something about it and you do the same when you know he's hurting and trying to hide it.

You know that he's the kind that likes to share his happiness and pride and still suffer in silence but you don't let him. You always manage to pull him out of the shell he's been living in.

You've both been together through all important things in life. He was there for you when you had your first heartbreak and you did the same for him. You've both been immovable constants in one another's lives. It's almost like the presence of one grounds the other. Like an anchor.

But recently you've been having trouble being the friend he'll never consider romantically. You have been having different reactions around him and when you sat down with a cup of coffee and analysed them you understood that you've caught feelings for him.

You do know that falling for your best friend does sound clichè but it isn't really. You understand that having such feelings for him can only end in heartbreak and you aren't ready to risk your friendship for anything. Especially not for silly feelings. And even more specifically you know that a relationship with Jungkook is next to impossible as you know that he cannot think of you in that way.

"Come on YN, you can't be serious." His voice brings you out of your musings and you turn around to face him.

"Jungkook, I am serious. I've been waiting for an opportunity for so long and I feel like this is it." You say with a determined look and see him in the eyes.

"But you don't even have a project this week. Why do you want to go today?" He asks and you try to escape the guilt churning your stomach.

You've been trying very hard to limit the time you spend around him in an attempt to hide or even forget your feelings all week.

That went so well. You think to yourself with an eye roll and turn to face him.

"I don't have a project but I'm planning on staying ahead of my peers. I spoke to our professor and got the project that we're supposed to work on next week." You explain and watch as he takes the information in.

"Why, though? You know, I've been so excited for this weekend because it's the first one after we had classes and projects continuously. I thought we could hang out, you know? Like the old times?" He asks with a saddened expression and you find your will melting. But you turn to the opposite side because you can't bear to see him like this and know that you won't be able to refuse him if you see his face any longer.

"Sorry, kookie. I just need to do this. Plus we have a holiday next week, remember? We can go out then." You plead and turn to look at him which again proves to be a mistake because you can see that he knows that it's just an empty promise. You both know that the whole week, you've been making such promises none of which you've held on to. But you also watch as his expression hardens and he nods his head twice. Almost like he flipped a switch off you see his face turn expressionless and cold.

"Okay, Yn. I'll see you tomorrow then." He says and hops down before walking away.

You know what he's trying to do. Of course you do, you were with him the whole time he was suffering. He's closing off. Hiding behind the walls he's built to save himself from getting hurt. It's his defence mechanism and you found this out when he first stopped spending time with you after his breakup. Thinking about that time, your heart clenches painfully and you sigh thinking that's exactly how he must be feeling right now. Sighing again, you turn around to see that he has already left.

*Time skip 3 days. *

You're in your bed under the covers. The TV is on and your favourite drama is playing but not a single thing is entering your head as you've been thinking about Jungkook the whole time.

The last time he closed off abruptly the way he did earlier that week was when his mom died and he decided not to tell you because he didn't want to worry you. However, you found out something was wrong the moment he cancelled your plans to hang out at your place. You called Jimin (who's your other friend) and immediately went to his place when you were told that Jungkook was there.

One look at your face and he burst out crying pulling you closer by wrapping his hands around your narrow waist. You patted his shoulders, ran your fingers through his hair and whispered softly to him, feeling your heart aching for him as his tears soaked through your baggy sweatshirt and yours poured down your face. What you were unaware of, was the look Jimin and Jin exchanged behind you.

That day, you hated jungkook's mom for the way he was crying, knowing that she could do nothing about death. But you still hated her. Knowing that the reason why he is behaving this way now is what you did makes your stomach churn.

The past few days he hasn't tried talking to you or spoken to your friends. When you called Jin a few minutes back he said that he's been trying to reach Jungkook and he hasn't been answering since the day he closed off.

Before you even know it, you're making your mind up and tossing the sheets off of your body. Turning off the TV and changing your dress, you lock the house before getting into your car and driving to his place which isn't too far away.

When you reach there, you ring the bell and wait for a response. Growing irritated after about 2 minutes, you're about to ring the bell again when the door opens and the sight almost has you on your knees begging for forgiveness. Eyes swollen, face red and blotched, Jungkook rubs his eyes standing in front of you. You immediately throw your hands around his shoulders as you can already feel your tears leaking down your face. You can feel his confusion before he recognises you. The small smile that you can feel from the place his lips touch your temple is enough to tell you all you want to know.

"What is it this time?" He asks, chuckling when you shake your head in response to his shoulder. Understanding that you don't want to talk right now, he wraps his hands around your waist and gently lifts you off the ground. Immediately, you wrap your legs around his waist and burrow your head against his neck.

Gosh, you can't explain how much you've missed that scent.

You can vaguely recognise from his movements that he's locking the door to his apartment and carrying you inside. You feel it when he tries to set you down on the couch in the living room and chuckles again at your antics as you refuse to let go.

Sighing, he sits down and spreads his legs open before he gently places you down in the place between his legs. He gently pulls you closer and places his chin on top of your head. A few minutes pass before you mumble against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

Prying you off his shoulder, he nudges your chin gently until you meet his eyes. Taking a deep breath he says,

"YN, you know that you can talk to me about anything right?"

Sighing you say,

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry." You say and drop your eyes.

"For what?"

"For behaving the way I did and... And for ignoring you... And for hurting you the way I did." You mumble in a low voice.

"YN." He calls softly and continues when you meet his eyes,

"I know that you didn't mean to hurt me. I also know that what you did hurt you more than me. I just…" He stops. Sighing, he runs his hand through his hair Before saying,

"Just… Just don't do it again, okay?"

You look up with tears in your eyes and he offers you a gentle smile and you can see his genuine feelings in his eyes, before he says, "These three days felt like hell. I already knew that I can never live without you but these three days just showed me everything I needed to see. I realised that I can never, ever go without you."

Unable to see his hurt expression anymore, you throw yourself on him again as he catches you with ease and gently rocks you back and forth. Seeing him be so honest makes you want to spill everything and you decide to. Pulling away, you gaze into his eyes but he beats you to it saying,

"It's just that… All good things leave my life. I just don't want to lose you too. Don't leave me?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Feeling like throwing your hands around him again, you control the urge and shake your head facing down. Sniffing, you look up and say,

" Well, I have something to tell you and I want you to answer the question you just asked me." You say and meet his eyes.

"Jungkook-ah, I've been dishonest to you. I failed to be a good friend. I did something that might ruin our friendship." you admit your fears aloud and watch as he waits for you to continue. Sighing, you look down and compose your thoughts, preparing yourself for the worst before meeting his eyes again.

"You know we've been friends for so long that I can't even remember when we first became friends. I've confided in you more than I have in my own family and you already know that I trust and value you more than anyone else in the world. But somewhere along the way, I've caught feelings for you. " You whisper the last part and watch as his eyes widen in shock.

" I…I didn't mean to. You know that I wouldn't risk losing you for anything. I just9… " you rush to justify. Sighing you say,

"I don't even know how or when. I just realised that I've been thinking about you in a way a friend wouldn't. I love you and you already know that but I'm starting to doubt that my love is purely what a friend feels…" You watch him process all the information and you almost feel bad for giving him so much to digest in such a short span of time.

"I just.. I've been watching couples lately and I've realised that we've been living just the way a couple do. We have everything in our relationship except for the sexual or the romantic part. I don't even need to tell you all the ways we get each other better than others. We've been there for each other in all important walks of life and you have stood by my side every time I've had to make a hard decision." You pause and try to discern his reaction.

Unable to recognise anything you sigh.

"I can totally understand if you don't think of me that way. I know it seems abrupt and I also know that you wouldn't consider pursuing a romantic relationship with me. I just wanted to tell you all of this and get it off of my heart. I've been feeling a heavy weight in my shoulders from the time I recognised my feelings and decided not to tell you. I feel like I've betrayed you and our friendship but I'm truly sorry for it. " You say and search his face.

"Now I'm going to ask you, Please don't leave me alone?" you plead, your voice so low he has to strain to hear you. A few moments pass as you wait and you sigh, thinking this is the end of all the happiness in your life. Getting up, you tell him one last time,

" I love you Jungkook-ah. I hope you get to experience true happiness in life." you move away with a heavy heart and everything seems to happen in slow motion there after.

You feel his fingers wrap around your wrist and you barely have a chance to react before he pulls you. You fall right into his lap with a gasp and blink once as he places his hands on either side of your face, cradling your head gently. He doesn't give you much time to dwell before you feel his lips on yours and your eyes widen comically.

Unable to process what's happening, you blink one, twice and then realise that this is the moment you've dreamt of. Closing your eyes you whimper and respond eagerly as you move your lips against his. You can clearly feel his smile against your lips.

You open your eyes to see him looking right into you and try to quell the butterflies in your stomach. Leaving your face, you feel his hands journey down your body as one wraps around your waist and the other travels downwards and up inside your oversized t-shirt.

You gasp at the sensation when you feel his warm fingers against your bare skin and Jungkook uses it to slip his tongue inside your mouth. As you glare at the way he just cheated, you can feel him smirk into the kiss.

His tongue explores your mouth and you respond just as eagerly matching him with a caress for caress and thrust for thrust. He spreads his hand completely on the bare skin of your waist and uses his other hand to do the same and finds out that one of his hands is large enough to cover almost all the around.

The contrast of his warm skin against yours and his lips on yours is almost overwhelming as you forget everything except him. You take in each and every detail as you also kiss him fiercely, pouring all the feelings you can't convey using words into the kiss.

Soon, the need for air separates you, and you both gasp to take huge lungfuls of air. Smiling at each other, you join your foreheads together and he says,

"I didn't know. I wish I knew earlier so I would have acted upon it…"

Sighing you say,

"I didn't either…"

Looking into each other's eyes you ask at the same time,

"Don't leave me?"

" Don't leave, please? "

As he chuckles and you offer a tiny smile, you say

"Never" and he says

"I Won't."

Cold air enters the room through the windows and you shiver as you feel the warmth of his hands still enveloping your waist. Your face turns crimson and you are no longer bold enough to look him in the eyes as he gives you a tiny smirk on the way to try to hide your cheeks using his shoulders.

Chuckling he says,

"You know, I always imagined this moment but never ever had my imaginations matched this reality. It can't even compare to how I'm feeling right now with you in my arms. I feel like I just achieved something great."

Lifting your face, you give him a serious look before you smirk and say, "I know. But now, just shut up and kiss me."

Returning your smirk with his he says,

"Gladly."

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If you ask me what inspired me to write this, it's a clip from his live where he talks about how much he hates maths.

Have a good day.

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