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sim0nril3y · 3 months

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Hi bby girl. Love your writing, I told you before as an anon and I came back bc I love how you put into words

(Sorry to use anon, I'm very shy)

I wanted to request you to write about civilian!reader and Simon being emotional in the middle of the act. Reader feels overwhelmed by all the emotions and feelings and it's like she starts sobbing bc of all the pleasure and praising from Simon

Thank you in advance! Keep writing, you make us happy 💗

Note: eeeeeeee thank you so much for your request, I love, love, loved writing it so much, hope that I did it justice! you are so sweeeeeeet for all your kind words, ily! (no need to be shy, i'm super friendly, i promise!) Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, p in v, overwhelming sex, multiple orgasms, crying during sex, caring Simon, canon typical swearing.

It was impossible to say how long that Simon had been curled over your frame, fucking into you deep with his perfectly fat and long cock, his lips pressed against every inch of his skin that he could reach, clasping needily at you whilst whispering the most sinful and sweet notions into your ear.

By now you had lost count of how many times you had spasmed and squirmed to completion on Simon’s cock, panting and clawing at his skin whilst your whined and whimpered. It was overwhelming to say the least. A delicious and intoxicating mixture of cumming hard around his cock as it stroked and prodded at the deepest parts that only Simon could reach.

“There you go.” Simon breathed heavily, smiling against your warm skin feeling you coming apart around him again. “Give it me, baby. Give me everything.” He praised, voice a little strained. “Y’such a good girl for me. You perfect little cunt was made for my fat fuckin’ cock.” Simon nipped at your earlobe. “My good girl. My good fuckin’ girl.”

It was overwhelming. That was putting it mildly. There was this build of emotions that was bubbling in your chest, like a big ball caught rising up and up until falling a fraught sob caught in your throat. Wait, were you crying? What did you start crying? Oh, shit.

The sound had caught Simon’s attention, eyes scanning across your face to try and figure out the problem before finally stilling his hips, keeping his cock firmly stuffed inside your sopping walls. “Babe. Baby, what’s wrong? Tell me.” He urged with so much concern and care to his tone, thinking for even a moment that he might have hurt you or pushed you too far was almost too much for him to bear.

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” You whimpered out, nodding frantically. “It’s just so good. It’s so fucking good, Si.” You continued, watching the little smug smile that pulled across his lips. “You’re so good. Your cook is so good.” All the while tears tumbled down your cheeks but an emotional grin on your lips. “Y-you make me feel so good.”

Chuckling lowly, Simon pressed a kiss to your forehead and asked. “So, it’s good?” He teased before listening to your sobs tumble into giggles. “Yeah. It’s good.” You responded. “Alright. Let’s just… take a little break, hmm?” Carefully slipping out Simon rolled you into your side and wrapped his arms around you. “Daft bloody…” He muttered, leaning in to press a couple soothing kisses to your temple. “W-what about you? You didn’t cum…” That much was evident with how his hard cock pressed up against your ass.

“Mm, it’s a good thing I fuckin’ love you.” Simon teased, honestly not caring about his own needs at this moment, just knowing that he needed to comfort you in this moment. With just as much emotion, you whimpered back. “Love you too, Si. Love you so much.”

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 month

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request!!: peter parker who has a huge crush on reader and one day r just accidently friendzones themself without even realising that they did? (i hope that makes sense?) then after that u can take it anywhere u want to honestly!! ly <333

ily anon, you answered my pleas. also you know that tt prank where couples kiss and then say “thanks brother” or “love you sis”… couldn’t help but add it for some comedy.

mcu!peter parker x fem!reader

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you need to learn when to shut your mouth. tripping your foot into your mouth has gotten you into too many situations before, but this one is absolutely the worst one. you might as well be taken to the grave already.

your just a girl. sometimes you say your crush is “like a brother to you” when getting hounded by mr. delmar. it’s a panic move, mouth speaking before mind catches up. and it landed you in the dog house when you saw the way peter’s face dropped at the implication. but you thought he was smart enough to know that wasn’t true, you were touchy and teasing with him. you wouldn’t do that with a sibling, you’re not one of those people.

“mj, i’m a fucking idiot.” groaning into your pillow, trying to suffocate yourself.

she gave an exasperated sigh that you knew was followed by an eye roll. “yes you are, but you don’t need parker.” you heard the flip of a page.

you whined in your throat, “but i want parker!” acting like a tantrum kid. even adding a kick to your feet, your bed springs creaking.

mj groaned, “then clear the air! it’s not that hard!” over your peter parker drama.

you rolled from your stomach to your back, arms flipping to your sides as you stared up at your white ceiling. “but what if-“ your sentence was cut short by a knock at your window.

“say his name and he appears.”

peeking at the tips of your toes you saw peter squatting on your terrace, a hesitant smile with an awkward wave. welp, now’s a good time to clear the air.

crawling off your bed you pushed the window up and were greeted by a cool breeze. bits of peter’s baby curls swaying with the touch, a angelic glow surrounding him. you feel yourself melt just at the sight of him.

“h- hey peter, whatcha-“ “can we talk? alone?”

your eyes zeroed in on mj who was blantanly staring at the two of you, book of no interest at the moment. “oh, i’m fine over here.”

“mj…” “fine. fine. i’ll see you both at school.” packing up and leaving your home with a wiggle of her brows.

“so what did-“ “do you really think of my as a brother?”

you couldn’t help a small chuckle, “kinda funny how you’ve interrupted me three times, but uh, no. i- i don’t see you as a brother, that thought feels gross. mr. delmar was making me anxious.” looking to your fingers as you drummed them along your windowsill.

“oh thank god.” peter declared while cupping his hands on your cheeks to bring your head up. both of you smiling brightly at each other

two months later

“so what do i do?” “just sit there and look pretty.”

a shy smile at peter’s lovely words. he finished setting up his camera and pressed record, you just stared at his side profile.

“you wanna get to her, well you gotta go through me.” and peter turned to kiss you on the lips. a shiny haze covered your eyes then- “love you sis.”

“peter!”

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zeijia · 8 months

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(7 DAYS A WEEK FIC WAS NGHHHHHH)

bachira shoving his girl's panties into her mouth while he fingerfucks her infront of his friends <3 of course he loves his friends, he'd LOVE to give them a show bc after all they're bffs and what better way of thanking them other than sharing his girl? :(

as always, 🪼 anon

(i never run out of ideas i swear)

ily anon plz dont ever stop w ur ideas i love them!!

but anyway, this is soooooo bachira somehow? he would murmur sweet nothings on your ear and praise you all while he's literally embarrassing (which what you claimed to be) you infront of his friends !!

Your body facing his friends, legs spread open wide for them to see your sweet pussy, your arms wrapped around him from behind, and your panties shoved up in your mouth. But that's not the main show! The main show is your cute pussy, taking his fingers in. Mewls and muffled moans from you came out there and then, and he was totally having fun with it ! After all, what's a better thanks to his friends who didn't leave him even though they know about his “monster” than putting on a show for them to see? He had noticed some of them eyeing you, so of course, he'll happily give his beloved friends something they'll remember <3

“isn't she just the cutest?” he murmurs, asking his friends all while your abused pussy was taking in his fingers. Erotic squelches and noises from your mouth being heard in the background as your tears streamed down, it felt so embarrassing, it felt rather humiliating even though he didn't mean to make you feel like that─ but despite all of that, it definitely felt amazing. Something about being watched, being embarrassed like this, to have like what, at least 8 pairs of eyes watching you? Who knows how many, it just turned you on so badly, it's something that you never expected.

“Ah, dear, don't tighten up too much! You're making it difficult for me to move in ya, you know?” he giggled, placing a kiss on your cheek before you turned away, and you caught a glimpse of his friends' silhouette staring down at you, heavy dents on their pants, and gosh, you felt like a whore, but damn, you knew to yourself it made you feel more hot and aroused than the usual. These thoughts flooded your brain as moans and muffled whimpers came out of your mouth, his fingers bullying your pussy, hitting a spot that made you roll back your eyes and loud moans come out of you whenever he does. Meguru's honestly amazed at how badly this turned you on, it's only been like what, a few minutes and you're already tightening up on his fingers, your sex begging for its release already? Oh, how he loved it.

“Come on, cum alreadyyyy! give them a good ending for the show, baby.” he cheered, his fingers pumping inside, your gummy walls fluttering around him, and you felt yourself get your legs weak. Your eyes rolled back to your skull, your head pressed to his collarbone as you orgasmed. He was rather amazed at how much you came, he was surprised at the outburst it caused, and he wasn't complaining. The mess will be handled later. “atta girl, hehe.” he chuckled, before kissing your cheek once more, your arms slowly dropping down, and he removed your panties from your mouth, he felt a little bad that he shoved your panties down to your mouth, but it seemed like you enjoyed it

He placed his hand on your shoulder, keeping you steady, showing off your glistening folds to his friends while he tells you how good you did and trying (keyword; trying) to come down from your high. Until one of his friends interrupts, you're unsure of who it is, your head is currently a mess!

“Are you gonna let us have a turn on her or what?”

#blue lock #bllk smut #blue lock smut #bllk x you #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk #bachira meguru #bachira meguru x you #bachira meguru smut #bachira meguru x reader

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talesofesther · 1 year

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golden ballads

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Summary: On a normal day, you had trouble reading Wednesday's emotions; on a night like this, where she was holding your hand and standing so close that her perfume was all you could feel, it was ultimately impossible.

Requested by multiple anons for my Christmas Special event.

A/N: First of all, I just wanted to say thank you so much for 7k followers, ily. Second, this prompt was requested by a lot of people, and I won't be answering each individual ask, so if you requested prompt 18 or 13 with her, this is for you. Lastly, I changed the setting a little bit to fit the story better. <3

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"Would you give me this honor?"

Classical music played in the background as you spoke, stretching a hand towards Wednesday. A couple of other students — mostly their parents honestly — had already gathered the courage to dance in the middle of the big ballroom.

It was the school's yearly end-of-the-year party. Attendance wasn't mandatory, but when you asked Wednesday to be your partner for the night, she didn't have it in herself to say no.

There was a huge Christmas tree shining obnoxiously behind you, its ornaments almost covering the green leaves completely, but it did give you a warm yellow glow that was hard to call anything other than enchanting.

"Only because it would be too sad to reject you in front of these many people," Wednesday told you as she grabbed your hand and got up from her seat.

"Sure thing," you smirked, finding utmost adorable the way she refused to give in to her own desires.

The ballroom was gorgeous, an elegant contrast to when it housed the Rave'n party. All chandeliers had their lights on for a change, there were a few Christmas lights attached to the walls, and the tables had white and golden ornaments on them as they framed the round dancefloor, and of course, the main attraction was the ten feet tall Christmas tree on the center.

You led Wednesday to one of the most secluded spots of the ballroom, your heels clicking against the polished floor.

"Step on my feet and I will kick you." She warned.

"Wouldn't dream of it." You turned to face Wednesday with a smirk, raising your joined hands so you could press your palms together, your fingers intertwining with hers in a loving yet timid gesture.

Wednesday didn't hesitate on placing her free hand on your shoulder, silently giving you permission to hold her waist. You did so with a tender touch, your palm sliding along her hip bone until your fingertips traced her spine.

You watched the way her eyes traveled over your face, focusing first on your lips before she met your gaze with a slow blink.

The soft melody playing in the background set an easy rhythm for you to follow, swaying in tandem with Wednesday as her body stayed glued to yours; so close you became aware of every little movement she made. It brought goosebumps to your exposed skin.

After a few notes, you dared to take her hand and let go of her waist to twirl her around and then right back into your arms. The bold move pulled the tiniest smile from Wednesday, the blinking lights turning her pale skin a soft golden and highlighting the freckles of her cheeks.

Wednesday's black dress hugged her body beautifully, flowing with each of her steps and complimenting the few wisps of hair that got loose from her braids. Her lips had a burgundy paint to them; it got you wondering how many times you'd have to kiss her for it to wear off.

There was a strategically placed mistletoe near the back doors, undoubtedly the act of some students trying to get lucky. And when the music ended, you and Wednesday just so happened to be standing almost directly underneath it.

The last notes of your song faded just as another began in its place, people were chatting and drinking champagne around you, a few students laughing loudly near the Christmas tree only to receive a glare from Principal Weems. In some ways, it felt like you and Wednesday were detached from the real world and belonged only in this little moment.

She didn't say anything as she removed her hand from your shoulder, her black nails grazing the skin of your arm as she did so. You followed suit by dropping the hand you had on her waist.

But when Wednesday made no effort to let go of your intertwined hands, a tiny grin crept into your lips.

She raised an inquisitive eyebrow at you, indirectly asking what was so amusing.

"We're uh," you started, glancing up at the small thing, "we're right under a mistletoe, it means-"

"I know what it means." Wednesday cut you off, her chin angled a tad up as she pursed her dark lips.

"If you care about tradition, yeah," you chuckled nervously. On a normal day, you had trouble reading Wednesday's emotions; on a night like this, where she was holding your hand and standing so close that her perfume was all you could feel, it was ultimately impossible.

Though there was a softness to the way she held herself that was quite hard to miss. "Ones that are meaningless and childish shouldn't even be called traditions." She stated before taking a breath.

The tip of her shoes bumped yours and only then you noticed that she took a step closer to you.

"Right," you mumbled, trapped in the spell that was her.

"Maybe just opportunities," Wednesday finished before she leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle peck.

She kissed you like the first flakes of snow do when they fall from the sky, gentle and tender yet steady with their intent; falling, falling, and falling until they melt.

Your lower lip was trapped between Wednesday's ones, your hands just about managing to close around the fabric of her dress before she was pulling back. Her nose bumped yours and you wanted to trap this moment in time like the snap of a picture.

Wednesday didn't go far, she was still breathing the same air as you when she pressed her lips together in a feeble attempt to correct her lipstick. She then raised a thumb to the corner of your lips, brushing away the smudged color there.

Oh, she had you wrapped around her cold fingers and she knew it. But it was in the way that her nails traced the skin of your jaw as she prolonged her touch on you as much as possible, that you knew she'd take good care of your heart.

"Now come," Wednesday tugged on your hand, "we still have a few more songs to make this night count."

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

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mystic-writings · 4 months

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request: Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it for female!reader x hasan xxx

i've been thinking about this a lot recently ngl i don't know how i haven't written it yet so thank you for the request anon ily | also it does get like. a tad bit steamy toward the end but it's just making out tbh

his clothes | hasanabi x fem!reader | ~850 words

There were many perks to having a giant for a boyfriend. Being easily lifted from the ground for no reason was one of your favourites, and so was the fact that when you cuddled, Hasan either squished you completely or his arms secured you to his chest with a firm comfort you’d never experienced. But the best one was his clothes.

Hasan was a fashionable guy, but he did own a fair share of t-shirts and hoodies. A lot of them were his merch designs, or things he’s owned forever, but somehow, all of them were extremely comfortable when you wore them.

Since Hasan streamed so frequently, and you normally didn’t have much to do, you’d resort to getting things done around the house to keep yourself from going crazy. So far, you cleaned the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher with last night’s dinner mess, and cleaned the living room and the bedrooms. Quickly, you took Kaya outside to pee and fed her lunch, scratching the top of her head before going to the laundry room to tackle the load you put in the dryer this morning.

It was all a mix of yours and Hasan’s clothes, since you sorted all of it by colours, whites, and darks. Staring into the basket of clothes you pulled out and were now folding was like looking into an abyss. Most of it was yours, leggings and hoodies and socks. But a few items were your boyfriends. Including his himbo gym shirt. Even just holding it up to fold it, you could tell it was huge.

Then, an idea sprouted in your mind, one that you couldn’t resist. Peeling off the shirt you were wearing, you threw on the one in your hands. Instantly, you were swimming in it, the hem of it nearly reaching your mid-thigh. If you chose to wear shorts instead of black leggings this morning, they wouldn’t have been visible under the shirt.

After that, you continued with laundry, folding it and bringing it all upstairs to put it away. Once it was done, you took some time to decompress with Kaya, watching tv with her head on your lap, sleeping peacefully. Faintly, you could hear Hasan shouting upstairs; whether he was grilling chat or yelling about whatever he was covering, you didn’t know. It quieted just as you headed to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

Checking your watch as you unscrewed the cap, you realised that Hasan was probably taking the ad break. And as if your thoughts summoned him, you could hear his footsteps clamouring down the stairs, headed right to you.

“Babe, do we have any more of those chocolate protein bars left? I’m starving-” he stopped himself short at the sight of you, practically drowning in his shirt.

You smiled at him, screwing the cap back on your water bottle. “We should, I saw some in the cupboard last night.” When you noticed Hasan still staring at you, your smile widened. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just-” Hasan seemed to shake out of his stupor. “God, you look amazing in my shirt.”

You giggled as he approached you, hands instinctively resting on your hips as he pulled you closer, towering over you. “I was doing the laundry and it just looked so much more comfortable than the one I was wearing,”

Hasan sighed and leaned into you, forehead resting on the top of yours as his eyes shut. “God, I love you. You know that?”

“I think I do. Might need some reminding, though.” You spoke quietly, keeping the words between the two of you, as if anyone else could hear.

Hasan was quick with his actions, instantly capturing your lips with his. There was no denying the passion and love he poured into the kiss, which quickly turned into peppering kisses all over your cheeks and jaw. With his hands still on your hips, Hasan guided you to the counter, pinning you there gently as his lips travelled to your neck and your hands into his hair.

You often treasured moments like these, when Hasan wasn’t afraid to show his love for you in any capacity. Even if the moments happened often.

But it didn’t take long for you to remember what he was supposed to be doing instead of this. Tugging his hair, you brought Hasan’s lips back to yours, muttering between kisses. “As much as I love this, and I really do, aren’t you supposed to be streaming?”

He groaned between kisses, unwilling to go back to his office to actually work. “I know, I know.”

Slowly, he pulled away from you, and you stifled your giggles at his appearance. Still, he reached into the cupboard behind you for a protein bar and watched him jog his way back to his streaming room.

The chat surely bullied him for his flushed cheeks, his swollen lips, and dishevelled hair. There was no doubt, though, that Hasan would have better comebacks than they did. And to him, it was entirely worth the few extra minutes he kept his chat waiting.

#hasanabi x reader #hasan piker x reader #hasanabi drabble #hasan piker drabble

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takiflirt · 6 months

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the last nico req u did HAD ME.LEAVING WITH W A NICO BRAIN ROT (for how many days now..) IT WAS SO GOOD AAAHGGHHNGA 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ kinda wanting to req smth special if u don't mind!! can u elaborate nico hard dom w a size kink 🙏🏻

i appreciate ur works sm ily <33

- 🐰 anon ??

— yixiang with a size kink.

note: hi bunny anon, you’re so cute. thank you for appreciating my works, i love you too. i hope you like this my precious bunny anon. ♡ word count: 0.3k

he flipped you over on the bed. “so small.. so cute, baby.” he kissed your temple as you buried your face into the pillow. he flipped your skirt up, followed by him removing your panties as well.

“you’re already wet, aren’t you, baby?” he asked you, making you whine into the pillow, already wanting him to fuck you merciless. “y-yixiang.. please.” you managed to moan out to him. you wrapped your arms around the pillow you were laying on as he inserted his dick into you.

he started thrusting into you at a rapid speed. you gripped onto the pillow out of shock as his thrusting got deeper and deeper. “y-yixiang!..” you screamed out, as he grabbed onto your waist. your moans got muffled as he shoved your head down onto the pillow.

you tried squirming out of his grip, only to result in him shoving himself into you faster. “trying to escape, baby?.. do you think you’re stronger than me? pfft..” you could just feel him smirking after saying this behind your back. words couldn’t come out of your mouth as he fucked you dumb.

he continued to fuck into you, with his pace growing at an alarming speed. you felt an orgasm coming close as you continued to moan out to him. “wanna try to escape now, baby?” your boyfriend asked you, still having a harsh grip on your tiny body.

“y-y..y-yixiang.. nghh..” you whined into the pillow, eyes rolling back out of pleasure. “cum, baby.” he ordered. yixiang continued to enter your tight hole over and over again, as you reached your high.

he pulled out and watched your cum drip out of you and onto the mattress you both were on. your boyfriend kissed your temple again, picking you up, and throwing you over his shoulder. “lets go shower now, yeah baby?”

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bitchiswild · 1 month

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Who your top fav writers and why? I am new and I want to start reading

Very good question! So first off we have

@jensettermandu-oh em to the gee She has AMAZINGGGG STORIES AND HER WRITINGGGGG CHEFS KISS.

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@jade-jini - MY BABY MY DAUGHTER (including keer ily keer mwah) HER WRITING SO GOOD LOVE IT LOVE HER.

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@wonysugar - SUGARRRRR OUUUUU OUUUUUU SHES A LITTLE CRAY CRAYYY BUT WE LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ily ugar 🦭

@lilacura- 🤭 MY LOVEEE MY WIFE THE ONE WHO HELPS ME DEAL WITH JADE AND HER MILLIONS OF KIDS😰 She has like a handful of smut BUT HER FLUFF AND ANGST WE LOVEEEEEEEEEEE💕

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There are many more people to add but this is the gist of it all, ( if i didnt add you it doesnt mean i love you any less, complain to me then ill add you in a heart beat dw) i hope i answered your questions anon :3 give support to my family thank you very much 😌🙏

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lovelettersforthedamned · 1 month

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Congrats on 400 followers! Can you do Jake Lockley + "shut up and just let me take care of you" and make it fluffy pls 🥹

Fall Into You

✮ jake lockley x f!reader

✮ word count: 0.4k

✮summary: taking care of jake was a treat. for both parties involved.

✮ warnings: a few kisses, ending hints at fun times;), mentions of scars, so much fluff.

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London nightlife was always loud. The street below the apartment you shared with the boys was bustling with crowds moving from point A to point B. But while the erupting laughter was heard, the buzz of comfortable silence filled the room.

Jake was ‘Moon Knight-ing’, as you liked to call it, before he returned home, his muscles sore from the abuse it’s taken from the many nights he pushed himself too far. You’re sitting behind him in bed, lotion lathered on your hands as you massage it into his back.

As you work the lotion into his skin, you can’t help but stare at the scars that litter it. Your fingers trace over each one. Each pattern you draw sends a shiver down Jake’s spine, you giggle each time he reacts. “You know you don’t have to do this, hermosa,” he turns his head over his shoulder to look at you. You pay him no mind as you bring your hands over his shoulders, applying pressure to the knots there.

“Shut up and just let me take care of you,” you whisper into his skin, planting a kiss there.

Jake’s body relaxes as soon as your lips touch his back. He always thought that he never deserved a love like this. He was the last one to meet you out of the three. Lingering in the back, he was secretly jealous of the attention Marc and Steven were receiving. And with their encouragement, he finally came out of his shell, letting you in, letting you love him.

If anyone saw this side of Jake, they wouldn’t believe it. Whenever he fronted, his cold demeanor never left until his eyes laid on you. And just like tonight, he’s never felt more relaxed in his life.

“Hermosa,” he calls out for you, causing you to stop your movements, “c’mere.” You crawl around to place yourself next to him, your hands immediately reaching for him, as if it’s an instinct. “I love you so much,” he sighs before leaning in to press your lips to his.

The kiss is slow, but so incredibly passionate. Your lips dance together to an unknown beat. Jake’s hand reaches up to cradle the side of your face, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You sigh into his mouth as you crawl into his lap. Pulling away he looks down at your new position, “It looks like I’m about to take care of you, huh?”

A giggle escapes your lips, “I hate you.”

“Yeah, mhm. Let’s see if you still say that in twenty minutes,” he smiles before planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

✮ author's note: thank you anon for the request!! i love jake with my whole heart omg. i have a bash going on, so check it out!!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support my blog!! ok, bye ily<3

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley fluff #jake lockley drabble #moon knight x reader #fluff #marvel #moon knight fic #llftd 400 follower bash

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cosmal · 2 years

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happy 700 love!!! for the post break up prompts, can i request the 8th one (about a family wedding and almosts) with steve?

ily also can it have a happy ending

A smart woman | Steve Harrington

summary :: your grandmother thought you were gonna marry that boy. you have to tell him, drunk and at midnight. a month after your break-up.

anon anon anon!!! this was the one I wanted to do and with steve!! so we think so alike. so thank u!!!! i did have too much fun writing this so it’s a bit longer than my normal blurbs.

warnings/tags :: she/her pronouns, fem!reader, tiny mention of throwing up, drunk!reader, allusions to SA, basically steve jumps to conclusions when you’re just upset and dirty from a long walk.

Was the wedding after-party being two blocks from Steve Harringtons' house too good to be true? Or were you just pathetic?

Was it two blocks? Could’ve been three, or five. You’re not completely sure. After downing an inappropriate amount of wine coolers, the eighth one swinging from one hand, your strappy heels in the other, time was completely lost on you.

If Hopper were to drive past right now, he’d definitely have to take you home. Luckily not the precinct to sleep it off. Hopefully, you thought.

Leaving the wedding seemed an amazing idea at the time. The subconscious urge to head to Steve’s house didn’t feel stupid at all in your drunken haze. Now, with cuts along your feet from the unforgiving gravel and wind-bitten, flushed cheeks, you were half-regretting it, half-wanting to get to his house even quicker.

“Y/N, dear. Where’s that arm candy you were supposed to be bringing along tonight?” Your Grandma had asked you, two champagnes deep. You could tell she had been wanting to ask you ever since you had shown up alone. You’d expected her to bite her tongue off.

“Who? Steve?” You had feigned obliviousness. Acting as if it wasn’t a big deal. Truly, it wasn’t. You didn’t miss him one bit.

Not when your sister had shown up with a date. Not when, no matter where you looked, everyone seemed to have a partner linked through their arms or pressed to their lips. Even your six-year-old cousin seemed to have a cute little boy she was following around all night.

Not even when the bride and groom kissed did you miss Steve. Not even when tears had welled in your eyes and you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom for thirty minutes.

“Yes, Steve. He was quite the charmer. If I knew you weren’t going to be showing up with him, I would’ve asked him myself.” She chuckled. You had the decency in you to not laugh along with her.

“Oh, he…” You’d choked on oncoming tears you thought you had controlled, the lump in your throat felt as though it had grown tenfold. “We broke up.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. You two did really seem like a match made in heaven. I’d have thought it would've been you two at the end of that aisle next.” She truly didn’t mean any harm in her words. You had gushed to her about how much you loved him not only a month prior. You actually were supposed to bring him here tonight.

You had lasted all of two mundane rounds of small talk with relatives you didn’t care for before you had up and left.

You really did think the walk would be quick. It was longer than you had anticipated. You don’t remember there being this many hills. It was okay though.

You thought it was okay until you were standing on his landing, with no security light to illuminate your path. You trip on his door mat, causing you to fall very unceremoniously right into his front door. A loud crack follows when you drop your glass bottle. Wine cooler sprays up your pretty dress. You rub your cheek where it came into contact with the wood and you were beginning to regret showing up so drunk, and so late.

You knew he would be awake. No matter how late it seemed. His parents were clearly away, no surprise there, and you knew his house to be so lonely and terrifying at times. He struggled to sleep these days. Especially after everything that’s happened.

Steve walks down his stairs as quietly as possible, bat held in both hands and floating above his shoulder. It isn’t until he stops in front of his door, and hears a few sniffles and, shits and fucks does he almost relax. He has a half idea who it could be.

He reaches for the doorknob, still ready for anything to be outside, firm but hesitant. When he hears you say,

“Fuck, he’s gonna kill me.” Your shaky voice prompts him to open the door.

Your glassy eyes widen at his appearance and you look so sad it almost makes him forget how out of place it is for you to be here. You look at the bat and he lowers it quickly, settling it against the wall.

“Y/N? What are you..?” He looks at your wet dress that’s clinging to your legs and the dark tracks of mascara down your cheeks and his worry worsens. He isn’t sure what would’ve been worse. A demobat, ready to shred him to pieces, or you looking so lost on his front steps. He thinks he knows which one.

“Steve.” You blink, arms moving to fold over your front. Clutching the silk of your dress. “Steve.” You repeat with more cadence, “Fuck. I’m so, so sorry. I just. I don’t know what- I didn’t mean to.”

Steve starts to feel dizzier than you look, trying to catch your rambling words, “Woah, Y/N. Calm down. Breathe, okay?”

You bite your tongue, harder than he’d like to see, worrying you’d draw blood and could see you trying to even out your breathing. Maybe even holding it. You slam your eyes shut and he looks down.

A pattern of glass and wine sprayed across his steps, your red heels lying in the grass behind you. Your bare feet inches from the shards of glass.

Steve doesn’t know what to do. To say he’s shocked is an understatement. You hadn’t spoken in at least a month. Granted, he’d wanted to.

Wanted to reach out to you every time he got off the phone with Dustin and he stared at his receiver, your phone number one that was seared into his brain.

Every time he saw you at the supermarket, wondering who the flowers were for that were swinging from your hessian bag. Every time he saw you talking to Robin, wondering why you were checking out so many movies. Who had you been watching them with?

You were both so good at avoiding each other and it gave him, probably too much time, alone with his thoughts. Forming sentences and thinking of what if’s.

And now you’re here, on his goddamn front doorstep, looking sadder than he’s ever seen you. Sadder than the day you broke up. And he doesn’t know what to do.

“Are you okay?” He finally asks, also holding his breath.

“Um.” You don’t know how to reply. You don’t know why you’re here and what to do. You think you’re an idiot. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make such a mess. I just sort of ended up here.”

“You walked?” Steve’s eyes widen. Steve also thinks you’re an idiot. Though with more love than you’d showed yourself.

“Yeah.” You nod and stray bits of once sprayed down hair fall into your eyes.

You move to brush them away and step to the side. Steve watches your steps with wary eyes as you inch closer to the glass.

You step again and with quick hands, Steve moves out to grab you. Holds your shoulders with a firm, but never cruel grip and you gasp.

You both stand there, balancing. “Glass.” He looks down and you swallow.

“Can I come inside? It’s cold.” You laugh. And then hiccup and Steve almost smiles too.

He’d never say no to you. Not before and not now. Though he doesn’t say yes either. Just ushers you inside, closes the door and promises himself to clean the mess once he’s figured out what to do with you.

You stand in his front entrance, padding on bare feet like you’ve never been to his house before. It pains him. You look so out of place more than he’s ever felt in his own home.

“Thank you.” You say slowly as he moves you into his kitchen and sits you down on one of the many bar stools. Your feet swing over the edge and you’re thankful to be off them. Blisters and cuts littered everywhere.

“Are you okay?” Steve leans on the opposite wall, an appropriate but also foreign length of space between you. It feels cold and you wish he’d move closer. Your fingers tingle, wanting nothing more than to reach out and grab the hem of his shirt to pull him in.

“I don’t know.” You hiccup. It wouldn’t take a genius to realise how drunk you were.

Steve looks at you again, a rip in your dress right above your hip bone, and mud and grass along the hem a few inches where it rests above your ankles. Your smudged makeup and tear stains causes a twisting in his stomach. “What’s happened?”

You don’t know. “I don’t know.”

He frets further. “Were you with someone?”

“What?” You raise your head and look at him with pinched eyebrows.

“Tonight. Were you with anyone?” He asks again and it clicks in your drunken mind.

“What? No, Steve. I was at a wedding.” You put him at ease and his shoulders lower. Not that he was asking to be an overprotective, jealous ex-boyfriend. But your appearance had him thinking stupid things.

He remembers the wedding you had told him about months ago. He then remembers he was supposed to attend. With you.

“Oh.” He says mournfully.

You can see him taking in your appearance, “It was a rough walk.”

There’s a thick and palpable silence settled over the both of you. Words are lost on Steve and so are all thoughts. He watches your feet swing and cringes at the blisters.

“How was it?” He asks. Not sure what else to say.

You blink. “Hmm?”

“The wedding. It was good?”

You don’t lie to him, “No. It was awful.”

“Oh?”

You snort, “Do you remember my Grandmother?” You ask and he nods. He remembers her with great fondness. She was lovely, and nicer to him than his own mother.

“She uh…” You laugh, almost bitterly and Steve frowns, “She thought it would’ve been us getting married next.” You probably wouldn’t have relayed anything your grandmother had said if you were sober.

Steve swallows, words even more lost than earlier and his throat hurts. Your grandmother was a smart woman. Because he really would’ve asked you to marry him if everything hadn’t gone to shit. Something that makes his heart ache and it’s the last thing he thinks about every night before he eventually falls asleep.

“She’s clearly senile.” You smile weakly and it crumples almost immediately. You can tell he doesn’t know what to say and you almost regret telling him. God, what are you doing? “Shit, okay. I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t mean to fuck up your night.”

“What? What do you think I would’ve been doing for you to ruin my night?” Steve leans off the wall and you hold your breath. Maybe he shouldn’t be so close, lest he does actually reach out for you and you freeze. He wouldn’t though, you're sure of it.

“Well, I’m sure you weren’t expecting to see me.” You say sheepishly and lean backwards. Steve watches you widen the gap again with sad eyes.

“Well, no.” He huffs, “But it’s okay.”

“Really?” Your voice is quiet but he can still hear you.

“Yeah.” There’s a different meaning behind his reply but you can’t place it. Was he actually wanting to see you?

You shiver at the thought. Steve sees this,

“Are you still cold?”

You cross your arms, “I’m okay.”

“You told me you were cold five minutes ago, Y/N.” He scolds though with little heat. “C’mon, I’ll find you something.”

You stammer, throat dry. “Steve, I’m okay. I’ll just walk home.”

Steve frowns, a pinch in his brow and a twitch above his lip, “You can’t walk home. It’s almost midnight.”

“I feel awful.”

Steve closes the gap again, more than last, “You feel sick? Do you need to throw up?”

You shake your head vehemently, and there’s a pinch in your stomach. He’s lovely. You miss him and you feel like you’ve ruined everything, “No. I feel bad for showing up here drunk.”

“It’s okay.” The gap is even smaller now and you can smell him. He smells of the cologne you bought him years ago. A bottle that he uses in very small amounts, not wanting to waste it too quickly. It smells of bergamot and patchouli and it has your head feeling funny. Along with the smell that comes with laying in his bed. Fresh linen and the lavender softener you had also gotten him to use after his mum had never taught him how to clean. Even when he’s had to do everything himself since he was thirteen.

“It’s not. I’m really sorry.” You can’t meet his gaze, not that you’d had much luck with doing so this entire time.

“Hey, stop.” Finally, he touches you. His knuckle hooks under your chin with a softness he always uses with you. You swallow as he brushes the small patch of skin along your jaw. You wonder if his skin is as hot as yours feels. If his heart is racing just as quick. “It's fine. Truly. Okay? I’d rather you have come here than somewhere else.”

Despite the excruciatingly long month of being apart, his touch ignites something in you. Like a blossoming flower in the pit of your tummy. Unravelling weeks of trying to move on from something you never saw ending. Something you didn’t really understand why it had ended. You think that’s what hurt most. The not knowing. It left you with too many questions and absolutely no answers.

“Steve.” You’re not sure what you’re trying to achieve by saying his name, but it feels right.

"I know." That. That is what you didn't want. Fresh hope, ready to be squashed. It's probably why it took you to be inebriated to see him again.

"Come on, you don't have to stay here. I'll drive you home." He says, fingers pressing into your skin. You can't find it in yourself to lean into or pull away from his touch. Luckily, Steve does the thinking for you and pulls away his hand to grab his keys from the bench behind you.

You shiver again, probably from the lack of his warming touch and he points at you, "Wait there. I'll be back."

Steve rushes up the stairs and rummages through his drawers for a jumper for you. The drive to yours is no longer than ten minutes, but you're cold and Steve has game. He has his girl to win back. He can't find the one you'd left the last time you were here, god knows it's crumbled in a ball under his pillow, so he decides to grab you one of his. Bold, but he sees himself as a bold guy.

He rushes back down to find you exactly where he left you, still shielding yourself from everything. He offers the yellow clothing with an outstretched hand and a warm smile.

"What's this for?" You question, but don't yet take it from him.

He offers it further, "I know you're cold."

You take it from him probably too willingly, the material soft and familiar under your fingers. He knows it’s your favourite, it was on you more than him.

You thank him as you pull it over your head, it looks ridiculous over your dress, swallowing the material a little awkwardly. But Steve thinks you’re an image in his clothes. He has to look away from you before it all gets too much.

When you both walk out to his car he has to fight the urge to grab your hand. A habit he still obviously hasn’t fallen out of. It makes his hands itch.

The drive is silent and you can't take your eyes off him. Bright lights of the streetside lamps wash him white, waving over his face and down his chest in a calming rhythm. He swallows and you think he can feel you staring but you selfishly can't look away. Your eyes trace every feature you thought you'd forgotten somehow. As if they'd change if you weren't there to observe them.

The mess of his eyebrows that are always tickled by his swooping hair. The beauty marks scattered across his face, especially the one you loved the most right above his cupid's bow, almost bleeding into the plush of his lips. You loved to kiss it and wanted to this very moment if it were natural.

Steve was begging for you to look away from him just so he could do his own selfish admiring. Reckless, staring at your ex-girlfriend whilst being behind the wheel. But the side of his face is burning where your eyes have settled for the past five minutes and he wants it to be his turn to make you squirm. He wants to pull over and admire you and count your eyelashes until he’s bored. Which would be never. He'd stare at you for a stupid amount of time, in a non-weird, completely adoring way.

He pulls up to your house in record-breaking time. If the record was for the slowest drive to your ex-girlfriend's house ever. It’s over before he wants it to be, but you need to get home and sleep. And a guy still hopelessly in love with said ex-girlfriend shouldn't be pining this hard over her, especially when he thinks she doesn't love him like she used to.

"This the one?" He laughs and you blink, remembering yourself. You smile a little too hard, afraid of being caught.

"I'd hope so." You chuckle.

He notices the lack of lights on inside your house. You're alone tonight just like he had been. "You gonna be okay?"

You reach for your seatbelt and it unbuckles with a quiet click. Shushing back up into its spot. "Yeah, thank you."

You turn until your elbow is pressed into the door and Steve stammers. "Do you- Do you want me to come inside?" He asks with only care in his heart. Nothing else. He thinks you know that.

You smile warmly and your eyes soften, "I'll be okay, Steve."

"Yeah. I- I know." He smiles too, though not as convincing as you.

You move to pull his sweatshirt off and he stops you with a gentle pull of the worn material, "Don't. Leave it on, please." He almost pleads.

"I need to shower, Steve." You laugh.

"Yeah, I know that. Just, just keep it. I know you like it."

You deflate and he lets go of the shirt, "You love it more."

"Yeah, maybe."

"I can't take it, Steve. It's your favourite."

It really is, but he loves it most when it's on you, "Okay, well. Just give it back to me next time you see me."

You almost beam, sitting bright, settled inside his clothes. Steve wishes he could take a picture of you right there. "Next time?"

"Friday. Come over and we can talk. I think we need to."

You nod, too untrustworthy of your tongue. You can't stuff this up. You won't.

You get out of the car and Steve watches your every move. He rolls down the window once it's shut. Watches you walk in your dirty dress and his sweatshirt and calls your name when you're halfway to your front steps. You turn around with a ruffle of satin and cotton, a small smile against your lips.

"What?" You call back.

"I think your Grandma was right!" The smug smile on Steve's lips is blinding and so are your eyes when you realise what he's implying.

"She's a very smart woman!"

That she is, Steve thinks. That she is.

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l0v3tast3 · 10 months

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the pervy older bf konig was amazing, pleaseee can we get one for price!! on my knees begging cos damn the konig one hit the spot mammm

god i love john price so fucking much. he makes my daddy issues go off the damn charts and his voice?!?!?! good god (*♡∀♡) also uwu tysm ily anon i hope you like this!!! <33

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, f!reader, age gap (r is 18, john is late 30's), body worship, semi-public s3x, car s3x, mirror s3x, he fucks you while you're on the phone with your mom, dirty talk, abuse of pet names, edging, overstimulation, tiny bit of dacryphilia, some fluff, john is basically your sugar daddy

✎ word count: 1.6k (not proofread)

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✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who wouldn't take his hands off of you even if there was a gun to his head. you're just so soft and full of youth, it makes him feel a little bit younger too. he's obsessed with smoothing his hands and his lips over every inch of your skin, always taking his sweet time with you, always making sure to worship every bit of you before he presses your thighs to your chest.

✧ ˖ ° he doesn't take for granted what you give him; he makes sure to thank you in the best way he knows how. it's after a lavish dinner and a stroll along a beautiful river that involves him buying you flowers and chocolate from vendors open late. john always means to end the night with just a kiss, opening your door for you and leaning against the car to watch you walk down the street back to your house (you make him park a few houses down so your parents don't see him). somehow the drive always ends with the car parked in some inconspicuous spot so he can fuck you in the backseat, because you insisted that you couldn't stay at his house overnight without your parents asking too many questions.

✧ ˖ ° despite your disapproving whines and squirms, john still takes it slow while he has you laying in the back of his car. he does it mostly because he loves how your legs shake when he builds your orgasm slow, but also because he knows that your parents will call you to check in soon. sure enough, while he's got two fingers buried knuckle deep in you and his mouth latched around one your nipples, the buzzing tune of your ringtone sounds from your bag on the floor. you barely notice it until his mouth pops off your breast and his fingers nearly slow to a halt, and he's holding up your phone for it. "answer it, love. don't want to make them worry, right?"

✧ ˖ ° when you have the phone in your weak grasp he presses the answer button and sinks back down, grinning while he hears you stutter out your greeting. he picks up the pace again, curling his fingers into the spot that makes your hips jerk. your hand is pressed into your mouth as you try to listen to what your mom is saying. her bleating practically becomes white noise when john's tongue licks a stripe from your hole to your clit and starts laving across it. you manage to spout out that you'll be home soon, you and your friends lost track of time, and john makes sure the call is actually ended when you throw it onto the floor again before he finally makes you cum.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who absolutely loves fucking you in front of literally any reflective surface. bedroom mirror, bathroom mirror, entryway mirror, windows, the tv, anything will suffice if he can see your pretty tits bouncing while he fucks into you from behind. it's high on his (long) list of his favorite ways to have you.

✧ ˖ ° if you're standing up, he'll use one hand to keep your hips lifted high enough to line up with his, the other wrapped around your neck and partially holding your jaw to keep you looking at yourself. "look at how pretty you are, darling, don't y'see how beautiful you are? say it, love, tell me how pretty y'are. c'mon, know you can do it." when you try to avert your eyes in embarrassment he'll use the hand on your throat to press you into his chest, slowing his hips until he's dragging his thick cock back and forth across all the spots that make your brain go haywire. "you know the rules, darling, won't let you cum until y'say it. well? don't start being a brat now. we both know how that goes, don't we?"

✧ ˖ ° it's also a semi-regular occurrence for john to bring you shopping at higher-end stores and fuck you in the secluded dressing rooms. he sits and tells you how gorgeous you look in each pretty dress and outfit you try on, always doing a little spin for him that makes his dick twitch in his too-tight pants. after a particularly short sundress or skirt he follows you into your fitting room, feeling you up before you even get the chance to squeak about how he's not supposed to be in here with you. john loves watching you scratch at his arms as he holds you up to fuck you, one hand shoving his middle and ring fingers to keep you quiet. it's addicting how quickly he can make you forget that you could be caught by someone at any moment.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who might as well shine an actual spotlight on you when he brings you with to formal military events that he's "required" to attend (you always overhear about people skipping out when you're there). he tells you not to worry about buying a dress for it, and when you show up to his home you find he spent probably hundreds on a dress, heels, and all-matching jewelry, all matching your favorite style and colors. and he does it every time you go to an event, always buying you new things; not to mention the matching set of lingerie he gets you for each outfit.

✧ ˖ ° john makes sure to always wear a coat long enough to cover his straining cock when you squeeze his hand or press yourself closer to him when he brings you with. he knows you're nervous, never straying from his side and always glancing to make sure he was still next to you, but of course he wouldn't let you go even if you wanted to. there was always a hand on your back or waist or holding yours, kissing yours knuckles in between brief chats with other officials and soldiers.

✧ ˖ ° the way you cling to him while he introduces you to everyone he makes small talk with for a few minutes makes him so eager to leave already, to finally get home and rip off your dress (you've learned by now that he doesn't care how much he spent on it just to destroy it). just you being dependent on him made both john's heart and cock swell; you were so adorable with your puppy eyes looking up to him for what to do next.

✧ ˖ ° john wants nothing more than for you to rely on him and to trust him enough to take the reins for you. that especially applied to your sex life, of course. "there y'go, sweetheart, that's my girl. just let me handle it all. all you have to do is lay here all pretty and take my cock. i'll go slow, sweetheart, don't worry. i know you're still sensitive, but you can cum for me one more time, can't you? oh, don't whine, love, i know you can do it, just one more for me. you feel so good around me when you cum, don't you want to feel good too?"

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who is obsessed with making you cum. he only uses the threat of edging you as a way to get you to say or do whatever dirty thing he wants; the rest of the time, he prefers you to be a blabbering, overstimulated mess. he's known (by you) to spend hours going down on you, switching between his mouth and fingers when either gets tired. when you tug at his hair and try to push him away, you always get "jus' one more f'me, darling, know y'can," and a quick kiss to your thigh before he's right back at it.

✧ ˖ ° the sight of you trembling and twitching from the overload of pleasure he gives your little body is just the most satisfying sight in the world to john. after sating his near-constant hunger for your sweet cunt, he'll crawl up to hover over you and press kisses across your face, gently wiping away the trails of tears that escaped during his mouth's endless assault. "y'with me again, love?" he asks softly, pressing little kisses to your swollen lips until you start returning them. the moment is sweet and slow before he's pressing his cock into your tight hole, pushing deeper and deeper until his fat tip is kissing your cervix.

✧ ˖ ° john doesn't give you enough time for your nerves to calm down before he's thrusting into you; the gasps and whines and tiny pleas that stumble out about needing a break. "but i already gave you one darling, just now, remember? shit- so fuckin' tight, even after i spent so long workin' y'open- hah, don't try to squirm away, princess, just take it- fuuuck-" he groans. john's calloused hands collect your smaller ones to intertwine his fingers with yours and hold them above your head, nose-to-nose with you as he coos down at you about how well you're doing for him.

✧ ˖ ° every time he gets you into his bed (or yours, or any bed, really) you know you're in for a long night. john will fuck you until you're about to pass out. he lives for pushing your limits, finding new tricks to get you to cum faster or harder for him, molding you to his cock and drilling it into your head that he's ruined you for any other man.

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sunshinesteviee · 2 years

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absolutely smitten - r.b.

summary: robin asks you if she can paint your nails, and you return the favor; robin buckley x reader wc: 1.9k warnings: nothing but fluff a/n: my bisexual ass felt the need to write a lil fluff with robin, and a wonderful anon gave me this idea!! i've never written robin before, so be kind pls lol i'm still figuring her out! if you have any constructive criticism/feedback, i'd love to hear it! big thank u to @familyvideostevie for reading this before i posted it ily. i hope y'all enjoy xoxo

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You’re laying on the floor on your stomach, legs stretched out behind you as you sort through all of your nail polish bottles. You have entirely too many, several shades of every color in the rainbow and beyond, and you can’t decide which one you want to use. Letting out a dramatic sigh, you press your cheek into your fist as you glance up to your bed where Robin is sitting. She’s pretending to leaf through one of your magazines, doing a terrible job of acting like she hadn’t been watching you. Smiling to yourself, you call her name, “Robin?”

“Huh?” she startles, closing the magazine a bit too quickly as she peers over the edge of the bed to look down at you, “Yeah?”

“What color should I paint my nails?” you ask, gesturing to the bottles laid out on the rug, pushing your lips out into a small pout, “I have too many, I can’t decide.”

“Hmm…” she trails off, and you can practically see her brain moving a thousand miles a minute, even just to suggest a nail polish color for you. Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth, deep in thought, before reaching down to point to one of the colors, “Maybe that one?”

It’s a soft buttercup yellow, and you’re not at all surprised by her choice. You know without a doubt that it’s her favorite color on you; even before you’d admitted your feelings for each other, she never failed to compliment you when you were wearing the color. Your fingers brush hers as you reach down to grab the bottle, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, “Yeah, okay. I like that color.”

“Me too,” she murmurs in reply, sitting back up on the bed. You can see a faint blush dusting over her freckled cheeks from where you’re sitting and you can’t help but grin as you sit up and then give the small bottle a shake before untwisting the top. Just as you’re about to swipe the paint over your first nail, she speaks up again, “Wait, can I… umm can I do it?” She looks nervous, as if you might turn her down.

“You wanna paint my nails for me?”

“I mean, i-if that’s okay with you. If not, that’s fine, but I—”

“Of course, Robs,” you nod, cutting off her nervous rambling in an attempt to soothe her, “Can I pick a color and paint your nails after?”

The smile that breaks out on Robin’s face is contagious — it always is, though — and she nods quickly, climbing off of the bed to settle onto the floor across from you, “Sure. Just nothing neon, that’s too distracting for me.”

“Deal,” you nod, holding your pinky out to her. Her pinky is wrapped around yours in seconds, and you both lean in, pressing a kiss to the other’s finger softly. Before she can pull back, you lean up towards her, lips just barely ghosting over the high point of her cheekbone softly. Another blush springs onto the apples of her cheeks almost immediately as you pass the bottle of nail polish to her and scoot back to make more room.

“Uhh…” Robin is dazed, but then again, it’s a pretty constant feeling for her when she’s near you. It’s a wonder she can ever function around you and your pretty smile. After a moment, she shakes her head and clears her throat, scooting down to be closer as she starts to ramble again, “I mean, just so you know… well, you know I don’t paint my nails very often, so I’m not very good at it, but I promise I’ll try my best to be careful. And I won’t get any on the rug! Probably.”

“Robin, you’ll do fine,” you assure her, handing the color back to her and holding your hands out, palms facing the floor.

She nods again after a moment, taking your hand into hers gently. There’s a moment of hesitation, but then she lifts your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, causing you to push your hot cheek into your shoulder, nearly shying away from the gesture. Your relationship is still brand new, and you rarely engage in PDA seeing as you live in Hawkins, so any time Robin is affectionate, your whole body feels like it’s on fire. If she notices, she doesn’t say anything as she dips the brush into the polish, wiping the excess off onto the rim of the bottle before carefully brushing over the nail on your index finger carefully.

It’s quiet in your room, save for the music that’s playing quietly from the cassette player that sits near your window. You’re humming along quietly, barely audible, with the music as you watch Robin work diligently. Your usually loud and talkative girlfriend is quiet as she concentrates; you’ve quickly learned you just need to give her something to focus on to calm her racing mind. She’s sitting with one knee bent up so she can rest your hand on it, and her other leg is tucked underneath. You can feel her breath, warm against your skin, she’s sitting so close with her head ducked down to see clearly as she moves onto painting the third nail. Your favorite part, though, is that she’s concentrating so hard that the tip of her tongue is poking out of the side of her mouth.

Something inside of your chest is bursting as you watch her, the warm feeling of admiration curling and twisting inside of you. Around your heart and lungs and rib cage. Maybe even your spleen, though you have no idea where that is in your body, or what it does. Robin could tell you, though, you’re sure of that much. You know you’re grinning like a fool as she looks up, having finished painting one of your hands, but you don’t have it in you to care. You really like her.

“Okay, the first hand is done! It’s not terrible, but don’t get me wrong, it’s not good. I’ll do your other hand now. I—“ she trails off when she notices you staring, “What? Did I mess it up?”

You shake your head quickly, “No! I just… you’re really cute when you’re concentrating, Robs. I really like you.”

The blush on her cheeks is back with a vengeance, the pink nearly overtaking the pretty freckles dotted all over her face. She lets out an embarrassed squeak of a laugh as her smile takes up her entire face. You’re thinking about how much you want to kiss her when she smiles like that, and it seems she’s in your head, because she leans forward, planting one hand on the rug between you, the other coming up to cup your cheek gently. Her eyes flick between yours and then your lips before she closes the small space between you, nose nudged into yours, lips soft against your own. You’re not sure you’ll ever get over the feeling of kissing her.

Your hand moves practically on its own accord, coming up to slip into her hair, but before you can get anywhere close, Robin pulls back quickly, eyes wide. Slightly startled, worried something is wrong, you give her a confused look. Her long fingers wrap around your wrist delicately, yanking it away from her hair, “Don’t ruin all my hard work!”

“Jesus!” you gasp, lips pushing out into a pout, upset that she’d broken off the kiss much too early, “I thought something was wrong!”

“Sorry,” she gives you a sheepish smile, “It’s just, your nails aren’t dry yet and I don’t want them to smudge. Let me do your other hand. The sooner I do it, the sooner they’ll dry, and the sooner I can kiss you again.”

You can’t argue with that logic and mumble in agreement, letting Robin take your other hand and get back to work. Just before she brushes the paint over your nail, her eyes flash up to yours with a grin, and she leans forward to quickly peck your lips again.

A comfortable quiet falls over the two of you again as Robin goes back to concentrating on painting your nails as cleanly as she can. You can’t help yourself when you lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead as she runs her own nail along the edge of yours to clean up some of the paint. When she’s done her head pops back up as she twists the top back onto the bottle, “Okay, I’m done.”

You hold your hands up, admiring the soft yellow adorning your nails and nod as you glance up at Robin, “It looks good, Robs. Can I still paint yours?”

“Yeah,” she nods quickly, more than willing to make you happy however she can. But then she adds, “When yours are dry.”

“Okay, okay,” you concede, lips twisting into a smile. You begin sorting through the colors, trying to pick something for her she wouldn’t normally choose. Robin doesn’t wear nail polish often, but when she does, it’s always something dark, usually black or dark blue. Part of you wants to choose something crazy and paint her nails bubblegum pink, but you know she’d be itching to take it off way too soon.

After a few moments, you pick one of your reds. It’s not a dark red that she might pick, but rather something a bit brighter, more of a scarlet color. You hold it up to her, silently asking if she’s okay with it as you wait for her reaction. She nods, grateful that it isn’t hot pink or neon blue or something that totally isn’t her.

It isn’t as quiet as you paint her nails — with a lot more precision — as she tells you about her day. You’re listening intently as she rambles on about band practice and how she almost lost the mouthpiece for her trumpet, and before you have time to reply, is jumping to a different story about something stupid Steve said at work. She’s still talking by the time you’re finished, but you let her keep going, absolutely enamored with how animated she could get. It isn’t until she pauses and finds you watching her, your chin resting on your knees, that she pauses, cheeks flushing instantly, “Oh, sorry, I’m doing it, aren’t I? I’m rambling again.”

“It’s okay, I like listening to you.”

Robin smiles bashfully, head tilting to one side as she lifts her hands to look at the color of her nails, “Ugh, you did a much better job than me.”

“Well, I should hope so,” you tease.

She looks up from her hands, gaping at you, “Rude!”

You dissolve into giggles, shifting so you’re laying on the floor on your back. Lifting your hands so the palms are facing the ceiling, you admire Robin’s work, “No, they’re really not that bad, love.”

Her hand appears in the air next to yours as she shifts to lay down on her back next to you, and while you’re in the middle of nitpicking your work, her hand slides into yours smoothly. Her fingers slip between the spaces of yours, interlocking together as she drags your hands down, the back of your hand pressing to her chest, still mindful of your sticky nails.

When you turn your head to look at her, she’s already staring at you, messy bangs falling into her face. You’re impossibly close, so close you could count each individual freckle on her face if you wanted. You move in the tiniest bit closer, the tip of your nose nudging into hers. Before your lips can meet, she murmurs, “I really like you, too, by the way.”

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Amira darling!! For an imagine if you feel like it, I’m thinking it’s readers birthday and our boy “Hands on” Luke has a ✨gift✨ for her and she’s all giggly and nervous about it much to his delight. You can decide what that ✨gift✨ should be *wink wink* 😏

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(HANDS ON LUKE ANON!!! ILY!!! 👀👀 gooods this gave me so many ideas but i liked this one best, enjoy it! I did this while I awaited an appointment at the doctor so it was written the speed of light 🤭)

When it comes to your name day, our very sneakily touchy, teasing Lucerys would be absolutely thrilled to give you the absolute princess treatment in your special celebration. And not only that, but Luke would also be more than keen in being as teasy as usual with you.

It’s fun for him seeing your delightul face turn into a dark shade of crimson with his (uniquely peculiar, may I add) gifts in front of both your families. Luke doesn't waste an opportunity in letting you know how much he craves you, and go make you go entirely flustered.

In one of your name days, as you were receiving sweet gifts and other things for your festivity, Luke would approach you with a black book in his hands. It's plain black, with a golden line in the left side and a delicately imprinted golden title.

“Tembyr syt Sȳz Riñi.” would read on the book’s cover. It’s High Valyrian, and of course, you are quite clueless of what it could possibly mean. Though, knowing how much of a teaser your courter is, you’d already be stupidly giggling and timidly smiling to yourself upon receiving his gift. Much to his delight, a rosy fluster would appear on your cheeks. “Open it.” he’d insist. Which is already suspicious enough.

And oh, when you opened it. The very first page you opened, your face would blankly fall with utter aghast. Not only you'd encounter yourself with an antique, hand made drawing of a strange sexual position you had never seen before without any description, but as well a small letter on the same page. 'Keep passing the pages, jorraelagon.' it'd read. Little cocky prick would be pridefully smiling to himself watching your reactions.

Nervously swallowing, your hands would timidly pass on the pages. The more pages you passed, the more bizarrely hot the positions became; mutual satisfaction from the front, back, side, and in between. You passed pages to the point, your face was too flustered for you to possibly continue reading. With a swift movement, you closed the book and looked up at Lucerys, whom stared back at you with a cheeky grin, proud of noticing the scarlet glint smearing your beauteous face.

“T-Thank you, my love. What a sweet gift.” was all you managed to stammer. Lucerys, without replying much, simply scooted closer by your side and placed his hand in the small of your back. His lips were delicately pressed at the highest point of your cheek bone, near your ear.

“Meet me in my quarters, after your name day celebration is finished.” and with a last kiss on your temple, he moved apart as to allow the rest of your family members to greet you for your name day as if nothing had just happen.

It was safe to say that you gave a good use to his little gift afterwards, in his chambers. All by yourselves enjoying your mutual warmth.

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