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saetoru · 10 months

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Tee 🥹 so RB Gojo always shows up to YNs house unexpectedly or wants her to come over. What if one day out of the blue, like 2 am she shows up at his house in tears due to stress. And for once he can be the caretaker and dependable one. And then she falls asleep in his arms arms and he gets to be the big spoon for once. I could see her whispering “you’re it for me too” while thinking he’s asleep.- dabitee anon

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。BEFORE & AFTER — GOJO SATORU. (rich boy! au)

contents. college au, rich boy! gojo, stressed reader :(, comfort, cheesy banter lol i tried ok, slightly based off of this drabble

notes. dabitee anon. babie u are my biggest rb! gojo inspo u always think of the sweetest lil moments between them sobsss i adore you sm

sometimes, gojo forgets you're not always put together. sometimes, you struggle to get assignments finished, and sometimes you don't wake up for work on the first alarm, and sometimes studying is too much to handle no matter how determined you are for an A.

"thinking about me this late, sweetheart?" he grins as soon as he picks up your call, laying back on one arm as he stares at the ceiling. he doesn't expect to see you call at two am, but you do—and when he hears the short, wet sniffle through the phone, he doesn't waste a moment to sit up. "sweetheart? you good?"

"toru can you let me in?" you ask quietly. gojo feels every crack in your voice pierce into his chest—it's rare for you to need him like this. he thinks he's always needed you more than you've needed him, truthfully. you've always opened doors after he's stormed out on his father, you've always laced your fingers after arguments with suguru, and you've always rubbed his back when he's hunched over toilets after one too many drinks.

when was the last time you've let yourself need gojo? he doesn't have the time to even try and remember, his feet carrying him over to open his front door quietly. and it's you—you with teary eyes and puffy cheeks, you with tired dark circles and wobbly lips. it's you, but it's not the you he knows, the one he's used to.

the one good thing about gojo satoru is he always knows how to talk—he speaks enough for two, knows how to fill the silence when you can't bring yourself to speak. his arms tug you into his chest before you can open your mouth to explain.

"did you drive all the way here with those watery eyes?" he hums, "wanted to see me that bad? it's dangerous driving like that, baby."

"didn't wanna be alone," you mumble, sniffling into his chest. his hands are big—they're good for rubbing slow circles into your back, the warmth of his palm seeping in through your shirt and pressing against your skin.

"i'd have come if you texted me," he hums, "'m always up, anyway. you know i was beating suguru's ass in mortal combat? he owes me a burger."

"you can afford one yourself, idiot," you huff, making him chuckle. something about the low rumble of his chest against your cheek makes the tears flow a little faster—not because you feel worse, but because it's safe enough that you can.

sometimes, you forget gojo isn't that spoiled and whiny handful you love to call him. sometimes, you're reminded that he's used to being alone, that carrying emotions enough for two is his forte. your cheek presses harder against his chest, like you could bury yourself inside of him like that, like hiding away in his ribcage is where you're safest from the rest of the world. maybe it is—maybe all you need is him to make it safe.

"who's got my baby crying the night before an 8 am class?" he asks softly, “i’ll punch ‘em.”

“what if i say you, will you punch yourself?”

“for you, always,” he nods seriously.

he knows how to ask these things like that: like it's not heavy, like you can make a light-hearted joke or two so that you're not drowning in your own vulnerability. sometimes, you forget that gojo is no stranger to hiding his own vulnerability, that he knows how to hide it under a playful grin and a cheeky laugh.

"that group assignment's due soon and no one's done anything yet but me, and i had to pick up an extra shift to cover for someone, and that quiz coming up is apparently super hard, and my electricity bill was high this month and i don't know why, and....and—"

"okay," he hums, "the electricity might've been me," he says with a quiet chuckle, "i always forget to turn the lights off. I'll handle it, yeah?"

"but—"

"it's not paying for you," he cuts you off, "it's paying you back. there's a difference. now c'mon. i make good hot chocolate."

"it's out of a packet," you sniffle, lips curled into a pout as his thumb swipes away at your tears. he traces the swell of your cheek before pinching it lightly, making you huff.

"hey," he gasps, "it's special because i put extra chocolate in it! it's my secret ingredient."

"it's not a secret if it's the main ingredient, toru," you mumble, letting his fingers thread with yours as he tugs you along to follow him.

"do you just live to correct me?" he whines, "can't i have one thing?"

and when he hears that soft, breathy little giggle from you, he smiles to himself, the ache of his chest calming just a little. you think gojo could always do that if he tried—pull a small laugh or two out of you even if the world was crumbling around you, keep your lips curved up even as everything goes wrong.

he's enough to forget about that damn project, and that extra shift, and that absurd quiz, and that distressing bill. maybe it's in the way he makes the whipped cream look like a crooked heart in your mug, or the way he burns his tongue as he takes a sip too fast, or the way he swings your arm as he drags you to his room, or the way he wriggles his brows at you as he takes his shirt off before bed, or the way he presses that delicate, sweet, careful little kiss to your forehead as you lay on his chest.

because he has to be enough, he thinks as he holds you, he has to be good enough for you that he outweighs every bad thing you'll ever deal with. he wonders if you know you're it for him, if you know that no one else could fill the spot you've wormed your way into unknowingly. he realizes it that night you hold him, the same night you didn't scold him for ruining your sleep, the same night he finds his way to you when it feels like every road is blocked.

and when the roads are blocked you find your way to him too. so he lays quietly under your cheek, feeling your fingers trace those slow hearts into his skin as he hears you murmur, "i think you're it for me too, toru."

his brows furrow—and then he realizes you must have heard him that night, just like he's hearing you now. a small part of him wants to laugh at the odds, at the way you both can't bring yourselves to say it when you're sure you'll hear each other. the other part of him thinks maybe you were always supposed to find each other, that you were always meant to stay awake and hear hushed words that are supposed to be secrets.

but then you tilt your head up, meeting his eyes, like you know he's awake. oh, he realizes, you've always known, haven't you?

"oh yeah?" he asks, "what if someone cuter and funnier comes along?"

you giggle—not one trace of stress or fear or defeat on your features, not with him there. "i met suguru and still chose you," you tease, making his gasp in disbelief.

"that's so mean," he whines, "i made you hot chocolate with extra chocolate! you can't say my best friend is cuter. and for the record, i'm way funnier than him."

"i'm kidding," you grin, pinching his cheek. "i love you. thank you," you add quietly.

"love you too," he kisses your temple. sometimes, gojo forgets what it was like before you—and he doesn't really want to remember.

atp rich boy! gojo is just his own character to me sjfjsjfj i’ve just created a whole new dude in my head with the same irritating blue eyes

#teepods.writings #drabbles.#rich boy! au #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff

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chososdiscordkitten · 3 months

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Kento Nanami In Bed.

Pairing: Nanami x fem!reader Content: No plot, just filth. use of good girl, pretty girl, ect, oral (f&m), throat fucking, hand stuff overall just stuff I think of when I look at Nanami Word Count: 1.5k

(a.n) bum bum bum hammer time (＾▿＾）

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MDNI

When it came to prep, Nanami was always very attentive in that area. One of the few men who don't hesitate to make sure you finish a few times before even considering his own needs. He prefers using his fingers rather than his mouth. Nanami always greedily ate up your whines that spilled from your lips. Enjoying the way your lips vibrated against his whenever you'd let out a hearty moan. And even more so, he felt you even more when he used his fingers.

Being able to tell when you came, walls pulsing around his thick digits as he kissed you- precise movements with his tongue would go unnoticed by you. Too caught up in your own orgasm to notice. Only offering sloppy movements from your tongue and shivers that rumbled from your shoulders down to your hips as his thumb refused to falter its movements on your clit.

Briefly pulling away from your puffy lips, only to look at your expression. “One more-” he huffed, making you let out a whine. Crashing your lips back to his as his fingers started pumping in and out of you again. When it came to pleasuring you- he always preferred to see your expression. Wanting to see you unravel bit by bit. Orgasm by orgasm. One thing about Nanami; he always liked seeing the honesty on your face your face offered after 3 orgasms from just his fingers.

When you'd be good, of course he'd offer praise. Taking advantage that your ear was in close proximity- Nanami would trail his lips from yours, kissing softly on your cheeks to your ear, lips brushing against the shell as you stood on your tippy toes. Head pounding from how overworked he had you, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips before speaking. “My pretty girl-” he’d huff, fingers curling up to the spot he had been abusing for too long.

Causing you to let out a drawn out whine at the pet name he used, “Doing so good for me.” that smirk growing, knowing you're too caught up in trying to cum again for him to notice he was soaking in the sight of you struggling to stay up right on your own two feet.

Knuckles turning white against the counter as he slowly inched you up higher on your toes. He'd only want to make you feel a tiny bit of pain when you didn't behave. Like the burning in your calves when you unwillingly stood on your tiptoes for however long he'd want you to. And when you'd be too eager- welcoming him home and almost immediately popping his fingers in your mouth. On occasion- and with your permission, he'd call you demeaning names. Knowing all too well you were uninterested in behaving just to hear them.

Nanami knew you'd work equally as hard for him to call you the filth that made you crack a smile. He liked pretending that with a few degrading names, one or two firm spanks to your bottom, and a stern hair pull you’d behave. But if Nanami was honest, he knew all those things would lead to you misbehaving once more, just for him to do it all over again.

And when it came to pleasing him, Nanami was always overly grateful. Praise spilling from his lips as your hands massaged the tops of his thick thighs. He liked letting you set your own pace at first, letting you gently lick up his shaft and fondle his heavy balls in your hand.

And when you finally wrap your pretty lips around his flushed cockhead, he’d throw his head back on his office chair, “There you go-” he'd drag out the words, eyes fluttering to the back of his head at your tongue swirling around his tip. “That's it-” he'd huff, feeling you start to lower your lips down his shaft, “Good girl.” he’d grunt, feeling his tip brush at the back of your throat.

When he'd feel your throat start to tire from his size- jaw growing tired from how thick he was in your mouth. Nanami never hesitated in grabbing the side of your head gently, hearing small whimpers vibrate onto his cock from him easing his member into your throat. Making sure to keep a gentle hand as he felt your throat contract around his tip.

Nanami would be gentle, slowly forcing your head to bob up and down his cock and you’d happily let him. When he's near his orgasm, his gentle hands would press their touch firmly against your head, making you let out a small choke at him holding your lips closer to his base. Leaving you to breathe from your nose as his cock twitched inside your throat. Knowing he was a head pusher- you and him created a tell whenever you knew you wouldn't be able to take it- rare were the times you'd use it.

The choice of where to cum when you blow him was always a difficult one for Nanami. Enjoying seeing your shocked expression whenever his cum would drip down your throat. But he equally enjoyed seeing his cum decor your face, that dilemma was always something he pondered the second you'd take the first kitten lick on his cock.

When Nanami would want to see your flushed face covered in his seed, he’d release the sides of your head and let you pull from him with a long gasp for air- Wasting no time in connecting his fist to his wet shaft, grunting as he worked himself over the edge. And you being the over welcoming lovely person you were- you'd open your mouth to get a taste. Tongue covering the bottom of your teeth as he grunted, teary eyes looking up at him.

With one strangled huff, he worked his cock- ribbons of white came from his tip, batting your eyes closed knowing he wasn't aiming for anything but your face. Nanami always took a few seconds as he worked himself down, admiring the sight of his cum splayed on your skin. Not even needing to tell you- you'd swallow whatever landed on your tongue. Making sure to open your mouth again to show him your clean tongue. Earning his hand to hold the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your chin with a smile. “Good girl.”

Nanami is a classic man, he’s almost always the top, his favorite positions are the usual ones. Missionary, doggy- whatever. But, the one that always made his cock twitch with anticipation, was when your legs were pinned to the side of your ears- face burning from how much pressure he was applying. Fucking into you; deep. Almost shifting into a mating press- but not quite there. Your cunt swallowing him with loud shlops and squelches, on full display to his prying eyes.

Feeling your nails dig crescent moons on his thighs as he thrusted himself as deep as he could. So deep your ears were ringing- eyes rolled to the back of your head when his uncaring fingers started rubbing rough circles on your clit. Using one hand to cuff your ankle to the bed, giving you a little more room to move the other one.

Nanami always enjoyed the sight of your face flushed from the overstimulation, the unfiltered groans from your trembling lips as he unknowingly bullied your sore cunt. So much so, that oftentimes you'd end another orgasm he'd pull from you, slack jawed and eyes shut tight as he praised you for taking him so well. Knowing he wouldn't be handing out those hard earned praises unless he believed you deserved it.

Cunt pulsing around him causing the hold on your ankle to weaken, clenching around him as you came. Only for him to release your ankle with a loud groan, feeling him pump one final firm thrust into you before he filled you. Making your crack your eyes open and engulf the sight before you, damp forehead and pinched eyebrows, low eyes glued to the ring of white forming at the base of his cock.

Definitely not the type to enjoy cock warming. Taking only a few seconds after he drove himself down from his high- enjoying the way your cunt hugged him perfectly in that moment. And so warm too- trust. Nanami always struggled with pulling himself out of you. But he would, making sure to press gentle kisses to your face as you let out small pants. “You okay darlin’?” he'd murmur against your skin, making you close your eyes and let a smile form on your lips.

“Mhmm-” you'd hum feeling his gentle hands hold onto your sides as he rubbed soothing circles to your skin, “I’m alright-” you exhaled with a smile, cracking your eyes and looking at him hazily. Your cunt threatening to push his hardworking cum out of you with every small convulsion. “Let's get you into a bath, hm?” his deep voice would ring through your ears in a way only heard in dreams. Tired eyes blinking shut as you nodded your head softly.

sum short to post while I finish a chosito piece xoxo

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huskersbooze · 1 month

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Sick

Alastor x Reader

Summary : You get sick and Alastor keeps you company <3

Warnings : Swearing(lots of it)

Pairings : Alastor x F!Reader (M!Reader here)

Additional Tags : ALASTOR POV CUZ YES. Sick reader, implied relationship, h/c, fluff, comfort

Word count : 1.01k

“Hey, you alright, kid?” Husk tilts his head to the side, wiping down the last glass of the day.

You don’t respond. Instead, you’re staring off into the distance, dozing off in your own world.

“Kid?”

“Huh? What?” You finally snap out of your thoughts.

“Geez, ya’ look like hell.” Husk acknowledges. “Are you sick?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I don’t think so?”

“Go rest. I’ll work alone today.”

“What? No! I’m fine I swear-” Before you’re able to finish your sentence, Husk flips you off.

“Bullshit. Go find your radio boyfriend.”

“Don’t bullshit me-”

You try arguing but Husk only smirks when he catches a glimpse of Alastor who’s appeared right behind you.

“Well, I just did.” He says. “Now stop being so stubborn.”

“I’m not being stubborn I-”

You feel a hand being put to your forehead and try to fight back, only to realise it was Alastor.

“High fever.” He lets go. “You’re being stubborn.”

“Oh, fuck you, Al.”

“We’ll fuck when you’re better, darling.”

You blush. Alastor grins. Husk tries to hold in a laugh but ultimately fails.

“You’re sick and you need rest, my dear. Come along.”

“I’m fine-”

Alastor can only sigh, picking you up as you yelp.

“This is completely, and utterly, your fault single-handedly.” He smiled as you pouted. “You're very much welcome, darling.”

“Whatever.”

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You managed to escape Alastor as he leaves to mess with Vox. (Ep2 lmao)

Upon returning to the bar, Husk was not pleased to see your ass out of bed, emphasising on how important sleep was to someone sick.

You couldn’t care less.

Though, after wiping down a few more bottles with him, your eyes doze off and your eyelids feel droopy.

“Kid?”

The world spins and fades away.

“Fuck! Kid, ya’ alright?! Alastor!”

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[Alastor’s pov]

I heard a little groan as my eyes widened.

"Darling." I whispered, hoping not to startle her.

"Al..?" She breathed out.

"Good morning." I joked, though so grateful she was now awake.

"Wha.. What time is it?" She asked, struggling to get up.

"Be careful." I ushered, helping her sit. "I'm not so sure myself. It's very late at night."

"Where am I?" She asked, finally waking up as she stopped slurring through her words.

"My room. ‘I’m not sick’ my arse." I replied.

"Oh. Well, I guess you and Husk were right. I just thought I was a little sick." She murmured.

"You are sick." I replied. "Just worse than you expected."

"Real humorous, Al." She gave a small, yet weak, giggle.

Silence filled the air between us, and we didn't say anything else after that. That was, until she gave a small sneeze. I could tell she tried to suppress it, but seeing it was late at night and so quiet, it was hard not to notice.

"Are you cold?" I asked. I could barely make out the silhouette of her nodding lightly. Without hesitating, I took off my coat and handed it over to her. "Better?"

"A lot. Thanks, Al." She replied. After another few seconds of silence, she spoke up once more. "Why aren’t you asleep?"

"You do remember your dear partner does not need, nor does he enjoy, sleep?"

"Excuse, excuses." She joked, earning a chuckle from me.

"I can't really sleep now." She suddenly says out of nowhere. One thing I really like about this girl, she says the most random things in the most random situations. "Could we do something else?"

"Are you trying to get me killed?" I laughed. "You need to rest."

"I'm aware. That's the initial plan, anyways." She joked. At least, I hoped she was joking.

"You sneaky little deer."

"Yes. That's me. Hello." She replied, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed as she proceeded to look at me in the dark room. “Besides, it’s not like anyone here at the Hotel is actually powerful enough to kill you.”

"Very well, then. What do you have in mind?"

“Some jazz and cuddles would be nice.”

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She chokes on another cough.

"Are you sure you're alright? You should really rest in such vulnerable state."

"I'm," Another cough. "Fine. I swear."

"If you insist."

After a while, I turned to face her, worried she wasn't enjoying herself anymore, only to find her sound asleep, clinging lightly to my shirt. See? I told you were sleepy. You just refused to listen to me. I stopped and watched the girl, moving little by little, afraid of waking her up.

She looked so peaceful. Though, it wouldn't be the first time I find her sleeping in my presence. I tugged a small strand of hair behind her ear as she shifted a little. I immediately paused. Shit, had I woken her? Though she soon returned to her slumber and she curled up into a ball in front of me.

I suppose this would suffice.

"Goodnight, darling." I whispered softly, laying next to her in the bed. "See you in the morning."

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[2nd person]

You awoke early in the morning, feeling well rested. Your bed was awfully more comfortable than you had remembered. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, finally opening them for the first time, only to find that you weren't in your own room. It took you a while to let things simmer in.

That's when you heard snoring next to you.

You turned to find the Radio Demon cuddled into a ball next to you in bed sleeping oh so soundly. The poor man probably hadn't had sleep in days. Before you could process what was happening, you checked the time and realized you had to be back at the bar for work in 5 minutes. Not wanting to wake Alastor up, you left him a quick note to thank him and left.

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The whole day passed and you never caught sight of Alastor. After closing the bar, you headed to Alastor’s room,hoping to find him there.

You stop at his door and break out a tiny laugh.

On the door, a rushed sign saying — Sick. Keep out.

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭 | steve harrington & eddie munson x reader

summary | steve and eddie are hunting through the forest at night looking for you... but don't worry, they promise they're not gonna hurt you. (based on an anonymous request I got for predator/prey and size kink with dark!steddie that was supposed to just be a drabble... oops.)

word count | 3.7k

warnings | dark (cnc aka noncon!!), smut (oral m and f receiving, creampie, pearl necklace, rough sex, outdoor sex, threesome, spitroast), hunting and predator/prey kink, size kink (meaning the reader is implied to be petite once or twice), degradation, humiliation, forced orgasms, aftercare, roleplay

18+ only, dark themes, read the warnings!

"Come out, bunny," Steve cooed as he shined his flashlight through the trees. "What are you hiding for?"

"She's just a little scared," Eddie explained, calling out into the woods as he continued, "aren't you, babydoll? It's okay, we don't bite."

"Speak for yourself," Steve laughed, and Eddie shoved him on the shoulder.

You shifted against the ground you were sitting on, trying to keep your leg from falling asleep, but froze when you heard a twig snap under you. "Ohh, d'you hear that?" Eddie purred.

"Yeah," Steve breathed, "is that you, bunny? We just wanna talk, okay?"

You covered your mouth when you felt the tree behind you shake. "This isn't gonna take too long, is it?" Eddie groaned to Steve. He was casually leaning on the tree you were hiding behind; of course he was. You shut your eyes and tried not to breathe.

"Just keep looking, okay?" Steve replied. "It's gonna be worth it."

"Well, I knew that," Eddie purred, "been waiting too long to get a taste of that little pussy... what are you gonna do to her, when we find her?"

"I want her mouth first," Steve answered confidently, "you know the ones that act like they don't want it get so wet when they get a taste of some cock."

Eddie chuckled in agreement.

"How about you?"

"Oh god, I dunno— where to start, right?" Eddie laughed. "All I know is where to finish: those tits."

"Now, don't get me wrong," Steve countered, "I like the way you think but... man, I've been waiting to come inside her for weeks. She's gonna try to get me to pull out, though, so you've gotta help me keep her still."

"Didn't think you needed help holding down a little girl, Harrington," Eddie mocked.

"Trust me," Steve warned him, "she's tiny, but she's tough. Not that she'll give us much trouble— just as long as we work together."

"Right," Eddie decided. "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot..."

There was a moment of silence, and you wrinkled your eyebrows together as you hoped to listen in closer. Why would they have just stopped talking so suddenly?

You leaned a little closer to the other side of the tree— maybe they were whispering or something— but all you heard was the slightest rustling of leaves. You dared a glance over your shoulder: your heart stopped when you saw Eddie's face right there, smiling wide at you as he crouched on the ground.

"Boo."

You jumped up as fast as you could, breaking into a sprint; they didn't start after you right away, they were letting you get ahead on purpose, you knew that-- because if he wanted to, Eddie could've just grabbed your ankle right as you got up and you would've been done for.

That was the worst part of it: they were so sure they would get you in the end that they were letting you tire yourself out just for fun. You should just be thankful for the sliver of a chance... but instead, you were terrified of how much worse they were going to make it for you, as punishment for not just surrendering in the beginning.

You ran like you’d never run before, the adrenaline coursing through you keeping the soreness in your legs from bothering you too much; you dodged trees and branches, hoping to be light enough on your feet to dodge the twisted roots coming out from the dirt. Your sneakers were struggling to keep traction on the damp ground— it had just rained this afternoon, even now it was still a little foggy from the moisture in the air— but you managed to stay upright even when you almost slipped a few times.

You knew they were gaining on you because you could hear them laughing. One more reminder that this was just a game for them— but it was all but life or death for you.

Steve caught up with you first, but he didn’t grab you; instead, he shoved you down, knocking you into the dirt, where you crawled pathetically until he grabbed you by the ankles.

“No!” you yelped.

“Shh, not gonna be so bad,” Steve promised as he turned you over— Eddie was standing just over his shoulder, and he bent over to rest his hands on his knees as he panted from the run. “We just wanna talk, right?”

“Right,” Eddie agreed.

“Get up,” Steve snarled at you as he grabbed your hand and yanked you onto your feet; you yelped, struggling to find your balance, and he held your arms behind your back as Eddie stalked around you in a half-circle, like he wanted to see you from every angle.

"Oh no, little babydoll got dirty, huh?" Eddie laughed, noticing how the dirt and mud clung to your dress. “Let's get you out of these filthy clothes, sweetheart…”

Steve kept you from struggling too much as Eddie roughly tore your clothes off, his tongue poking out from between his lips as he forced the fabric to rip. You mumbled, “No, please… don’t…” as he ripped your bra away, but he ignored you— and he snapped through your panties in a second.

“There we go,” he purred as you hung your head low, his eyes and hands exploring your naked body hungrily. “So sick of you hiding from us, babydoll— hiding in this dark forest, hiding those cute tits— and your pussy, it’s wet, isn’t it?”

Steve kicked your legs apart, and Eddie reached between them. You tried to wiggle away, but Eddie smacked you across the face.

“Stop moving,” he warned harshly, ringed fingers groping around your pussy until he felt your soaked folds. He looked at Steve, who looked back at him, and smiled. “Oh, Harrington, she’s soaked…”

“Knew it,” Steve laughed.

“You caught her— you go first,” Eddie offered.

“Aww, thanks man!” Steve declared, before turning you around and shoving you down onto your knees. “You know how to do this, don’t you?” he asked gruffly as he started to unbuckle his belt right in front of your face. “I feel any teeth, I’ll fuckin’ knock them out, okay? So be good.”

You winced as Steve pulled his erection out of his boxers, trying to turn away— but a hand on your head stopped you. You only knew it was Eddie’s because you could feel his rings against your scalp.

“Open your mouth,” Steve ordered. You did nothing; Eddie put his other hand on your chin, pulling your mouth open as you groaned in pain. Steve slipped his cock inside, running it over your tongue with a groan before he plunged a little deeper. “Fuck, c’mon, suck on it,” Steve encouraged.

Reluctant, but low on options, you closed your lips and hollowed your cheeks.

“Hah, figured you knew how to do this,” Steve breathed, tilting his head back. “You act so innocent, but you love this, don’t you? Slut.”

Steve’s hand smacked your cheek, and you whined around him. “Think she can take it a little deeper?” Eddie asked him from behind you, and you saw him nod. Eddie bent down slightly to speak closer to your ear. “What do you say, babydoll, wanna choke on Stevie’s dick?”

You shook your head, but as soon as you did, Eddie pushed your head down to force Steve’s cock right into your throat. You struggled and fought for air, pushing on Steve’s thighs desperately, but it was no use.

“Fuck,” Steve groaned, “fuck, don’t let her up yet.”

“Not yet,” Eddie agreed, “just a few more seconds…”

It felt like ages, but he did let you go; you pulled back with a gasp and a sputter, coughing vigorously as Steve and Eddie laughed at you. You yelped as Eddie pulled you up onto your feet suddenly, his hand on the back of your head again to force you to bend at the hips.

“You can keep going,” he told you, like it was an offer and not an order. “I’m just gonna fuck you while you suck on Stevie’s cock, babydoll.”

You opened your mouth to try to convince him not to, but Steve filled it again before anything could come out; you mumbled uselessly around him, his hands gripping either side of your head to hold you steady as he groaned. “Such a sweet little mouth,” Steve sighed, “just like I imagined it. How’s her pussy feel, Munson?”

“About to find out,” Eddie replied, rubbing his fat head between your other lips. “Wanna bet she’s tight?”

“Oh, I know she is,” Steve insisted; and with a rough push, Eddie filled your hole. It made you moan around Steve’s cock, which made him moan, too.

“Fuck, we were right,” Eddie breathed, “so fuckin’ tight. Nice and warm, too— just been waitin’ for this dick, haven’t you, babydoll?”

You couldn’t say much, feeling horribly full and a little dizzy and totally used up. They both fucked you relentlessly, neither offering much patience or mercy, or even sympathy for the fact that you were already being fucked so hard by someone else.

“Oh my god, she keeps getting more wet,” Eddie laughed, reaching around your hips to slide his fingers over the drips of arousal running down your thighs. Steve pulled your head off of his cock, and you panted with an open mouth as he pushed you down lower.

“Lick my balls,” he demanded, and you grimaced a little but stuck your tongue out further. He moved your head how he wanted it, rocking his hips against your face a bit; his cock, slick from your spit, rubbed against your face and got you all slimy. “Fuck, that’s good…”

“Dirty bitch,” Eddie laughed, smacking you on the ass— a whine jumped out of your wide-open mouth.

“What?” Steve wondered.

“She clenched on me,” Eddie noticed. “You like licking Harrington’s balls, babydoll?”

“Fuck, that is nasty,” Steve chuckled, looking down at you. “You’re really a filthy fucking slut, huh? Why don’t you just admit it?”

He tugged on your hair, keeping your face still so he could give it a few more smacks. “Just say it, baby,” Eddie encouraged as well.

“I-I’m a…” you swallowed thickly, shutting your eyes so you could force the words out, “I’m a f-filthy fucking slut.”

Steve held his cock, smacking you lightly on the face with it— when he pressed his balls up to your chin, the tip reached your forehead. “Look how big it is compared to her,” Steve told Eddie with a wide grin.

“Fuck, she’s so little,” Eddie cooed.

“Or I’m so big!” Steve defended.

“I mean, both,” Eddie offered.

“Thanks,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Tell him his cock is big, sweetheart,” Eddie instructed you— and his hand slid up your thigh to pinch your clit. You whined loudly, trying to press your thighs together, and he laughed. “Tell him, baby, and look at him while you say it.”

You looked up at Steve, who had his eyebrows raised expectantly when he met your gaze. “You, um… you have a big cock, Steve.”

“See? Told you,” Eddie sing-songed.

“And how does Eddie’s cock feel, huh, bunny?” Steve asked you in return.

“I-it hurts,” you whined.

“Y’know, I was trying to get her to say it felt good,” Steve told Eddie, “but that might be more of a compliment.”

“Yeah, she can bitch about it all she wants,” Eddie chuckled, “I know she likes getting this pussy stretched out. Don’t ya, little girl?”

Another hard pinch on your clit made you gasp: “F-fuck, fuck yes,” you sighed, “I like it…”

Eddie moaned lowly as he fucked you faster. “You like it enough to come?”

You whined, but he started to rub your clit hard and fast; it made your legs shake, and you heard Steve laugh a bit. “Is she close?” he asked Eddie.

“Yeah,” Eddie panted, “wanna cream for me, babydoll? Go ahead and do it.”

“Think she’ll come faster if she’s sucking me again?” Steve wondered.

Eddie laughed; “Definitely.”

Steve pushed his cock back into your mouth, making you choke and gag again as the pressure on your clit nearly became too much to bear. You hated that that actually worked, but it did— maybe the benefit was your orgasmic moans weren’t quite as embarrassingly loud, but Steve got a nice view of your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned, “good job, babydoll— coming nice and hard on my cock, feels so good…”

You were drooling all over both of them, in two different ways, and your hearing was a little fuzzy but you caught them both mocking you a bit for it.

“Gonna pull out and coat those tits soon,” he warned, “just like I said I would. Did you get wet when you heard me say that, baby?”

You did, but obviously you didn’t say anything; you were too weak to hide your own moans now, and the hands in your hair and on your hips were the only thing holding you up now.

“Fuck, fuck, turn her around, Steve,” Eddie ordered; they both pulled out quickly and Steve grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to kneel and look up at Eddie. He stepped up to you, one hand a silvery blur over his cock as he stroked himself, the other pushing your hair back and holding your head. “Good girl, want this come all over your tits?”

Again, you didn’t need to answer, it was irrelevant anyways; a second later, he was groaning loudly as come shot out and landed in haphazard stripes across your chest. Your nipples were getting harder, for no good reason, and Steve watched it all with a proud look on his face. Eddie’s lip curled as he looked down at you, jerking his cock until every drop was on your tits; he sighed, and smiled.

Just as you were appreciating the brief moment of peace, Steve roughly yanked you up onto your feet and pressed himself up behind you. “My turn,” he grunted as he suddenly and roughly filled you with his cock.

You whined and dropped your head limply, feeling Eddie’s spend starting to cool on your chest. He had already put his cock back in his jeans, and was watching the scene before him with a grin. “Be good for Stevie,” he cooed at you, holding your jaw in his hand and forcing you to look up at him. “He wants to come inside you, nice and deep… last I heard.”

“Yep, still do,” Steve interjected, “wanna— ah, fuck— wanna fill this cunt.”

“No, please, please,” you whimpered.

“Take it all, sweetheart,” Eddie ordered you with a grin, “take all that fuckin’ come— and be grateful that Steve wants to give it all to you. You should be fucking grateful.”

You whined through your teeth.

“You should thank me for coming on your tits,” he snarled. “Say it, bitch.”

He smacked you across the face, and the words spit out of your mouth. “Thank you!”

“Mm,” he hummed proudly, “such a good girl… obedient little slut.”

“I’m close,” Steve blurted out suddenly.

“She’s tight, right?” Eddie grinned up at him. “Makes it hard to last.”

“F-fuck, yeah, it does,” Steve agreed breathlessly.

“You don’t need to,” Eddie explained, “she’s just a fuckin’ toy. Don’t need to make her come.”

“But I— I sorta wanted to feel it,” Steve admitted.

“Oh, yeah, it feels so good havin’ that pussy squeeze you,” Eddie agreed, “even better knowing she can’t help it. Can you, little babydoll?” he giggled at you as he pinched one of your cheeks. “Here… I’ll help you get her there, Harrington.”

Eddie reached between you legs again, pinching your sore bud just below where Steve was ruthlessly fucking into you. You sobbed and shuddered, fighting the overwhelming sensation.

“She’s already so close,” Eddie noticed with a purr, “damn Harrington, you’re good at this.”

“Th-thanks,” Steve grunted, “god, I can’t hold on much longer…”

“Come on Stevie’s cock,” Eddie ordered you, “mhm, just like that— give him a nice big squeeze, you dumb fucking whore.”

You came with a choked sob, insides tightening on Steve— who followed suit a split second later, groaning loudly and digging his fingers into the sensitive skin of your hips as he came. “Fuck, fuck!” Steve moaned.

And that was when he dropped you, right into the dirt again, laying limp and helpless at Eddie’s feet. They both stepped closer to you, crouching down beside where you were blinking up blankly at the starry night sky. Eddie sat on the ground, lifting you up to rest your head on his lap; Steve pet your hair as you fluttered your eyes shut.

“Gimme a nod if you’re okay, princess, please?” Steve asked right away. Your head was heavy from exhaustion, but you managed to nod, and he smiled down at you. “Had me worried for a second there…”

“She’s tough, Harrington, give her some credit,” Eddie chuckled. “You know she can handle a lot. And it was all her idea in the first place.”

“Yeah, true,” Steve nodded, brushing his hand over your face lightly. “You did so good, babe, we’re both so proud of you!”

You smiled dreamily, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

“Wanna go home now, sweetheart?” Eddie asked quietly, and you nodded again. “Okay, let’s get you all cleaned up…”

They cleaned you up alright… your back on Eddie’s chest in the bath, Steve in front of you, both of them helping wash you off— inside and out.

You whined a little as Eddie’s fingers slid over your sore cunt. “Shh, just getting all’a Stevie’s come out,” he explained, “don’t get fussy.”

It hurt a little, but you could take it— and they had to get you clean. You were a bit out of it still, but mostly coming back to reality, which is why you noticed Steve’s focused efforts lathering soap on your skin. “S’it just me, or are my tits gonna be super clean after this?” you smirked.

“She’s onto you, Harrington,” Eddie laughed.

It was working, though— your nipples were hard and sensitive from the attention, and Eddie must have noticed how much you liked it since he could feel your hole clenching while he was trying to clean it up.

“You know I can hold my breath for three minutes, right?” Steve reminded you, and you laughed as you nodded. “How long do you need?”

“Depends how good you are,” you challenged.

“Oh, don’t taunt his ego, princess,” Eddie cooed, “now he has to do it.”

“Yup,” Steve agreed, taking a big breath before dropping down under the water’s surface.

Eddie pulled his hands out of the water, resting them on the sides of the porcelain tub; you felt Steve’s mouth latch onto you a second later, and you gripped Eddie’s wrists tightly. “Feels good?” Eddie assumed.

“Y-yeah,” you breathed. Steve’s tongue danced up and down across your folds, and the texture felt different with the water than it normally did; not better, not worse, but definitely very different.

“Mm,” Eddie hummed as he moved his hands away from the edge of the tub, rubbing your shoulders gently instead. “You like how Stevie eats your pussy, princess?”

“Fuck, fuck yeah,” you groaned, “he’s— fuck, he’s got his tongue inside me now.”

“Keep telling me about it,” Eddie requested, kissing down your neck. Your back arched, and you felt Eddie’s cock rub up against your lower back.

“He’s… god, Eddie, he’s licking my clit,” you whimpered, “feels so good…”

“Yeah? I know how sensitive your little bud is,” he cooed. “You can tug his hair if you want him to go harder.”

“Shit, dunno if I can take it,” you admitted.

“Then I’ll do it,” Eddie grinned, reaching underwater and grabbing a tight hold of Steve’s floating locks. It worked; you yelped as Steve wrapped his lips around your clit and suckled hard, your hips starting to shake.

“Oh, fuck!” you shouted, shutting your eyes tight.

“Not too much for you, is it?” Eddie grunted. “You can take it, princess, I know how strong you are— I know you can let Stevie eat that needy little pussy as long as he wants…”

You tried to arch your back deeper, but Eddie used his other hand to hold your hips and keep them pressed forward by Steve’s face. Another jerk on Steve’s hair made him put his tongue inside you again, deeper this time, licking over your g-spot as you whined. “Steve!” you shouted out.

“Do you think he can hear you under there?” Eddie wondered. “Let’s get you a little louder, just to make sure.”

Eddie sucked on your neck, the hand on your hips moving and groping your tits instead before pinching and toying with your nipples; you jerked wildly, Steve only managing to stay latched onto you when Eddie let go of his hair. Steve’s hands held your thighs tight, not enough to keep you still but at least keep you mostly in one place. “Steve!” you sobbed. “St-stevie, fuck, m’gonna come!”

Eddie’s moan was muffled on your skin.

You came with a cry— you were burning up, you didn’t even notice that the water was getting cold. You whined and sobbed and blabbered about how hard you were coming, about how good it felt, until the waves subsided and all your energy was gone.

You went limp against Eddie, and Steve reappeared with a grin as he pushed his wet hair back. “Well, I think we finally wore her out,” Eddie noticed as he looked at you— half unconscious with your head draped on his shoulder.

“Wanna take her to bed?” Steve suggested.

“Always,” Eddie grinned.

“I mean to sleep,” Steve chuckled.

“Oh— yeah, I think it’s babydoll’s bedtime, hm?” Eddie teased lightly, holding your sides.

After they helped you dry off and get in your jammies, they pulled you into the covers, and even though you were almost completely out of your mind, you instinctively latched onto Steve and cuddled up close to him; he smiled and pet your head, just as Eddie slipped in behind you and wrapped you both up tight in his arms.

“Good job today, princess,” Eddie whispered as he kissed the top of your head. “So good for us.”

“Sleep tight, okay?” Steve requested. “‘Cause we’ve got so much more to do tomorrow.”

#steddie x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader x eddie munson #steve x reader x eddie #eddie x steve x reader #steddie x reader smut

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exhaslo · 7 months

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Miguel Bday Drabble

So apparently it's Miguel's Birthday??? I literally hunted the internet to find out, but fuck it. Here is just a pure horny drabble for him 😏

The present before you was going to be as good as it got. It wasn't the best, but to be fair you only found out about Miguel's birthday today. Actually, you weren't even supposed to know. It was a slip of the tongue by Peter at the Spider Society. Either way, you were going to take advantage of it. Miguel was your crush!

You skipped into his office, hearing nothing but ferious tapping. He was working hard again. Hopefully, this present will cheer him up somehow.

"Excuse me, Miguel? Are you busy?" You called out to him.

Miguel let out a heavy sigh upon hearing your voice. Now was not a good time for you to show up. He was running on coffee from 3 days of no sleep and sexual frustration. All Miguel wanted was to finish this last anomaly report and go home. At least it was just you, but that was not going to help him with horniess.

"(Y/n), I'm a little busy," He said lowly. You pouted,

"I brought you a birthday present."

Miguel's ears perked up. Was it really his birthday already? That explained the missed phone calls from his brother and others. Great. Jumping down from his platform, Miguel made his way towards you. You, with that skin tight suit on. You with that gleam in your eyes. You with that sweet scent that turned him on more.

"Thanks, I completely forgot." Miguel muttered as his hands stroked yours while grabbing the gift, "You didn't have to get me anything."

"But I wanted to! If you ever need anything...just ask..." You glanced away from his intense stare. God he was so hot.

"Anything?" Now the horny was talking.

Miguel grabbed your hand, placing it near his mouth. He watched your eager gaze with anticipation. He bit down on your fingers, watching your cheeks flush. That sweet smell you gave off getting stronger. Anything. You were just as horny as he was.

"I may ask for something unreasonable," Miguel licked the palm of your hand, his other placing the gift down to grab your waist, "Are you still willing?"

"Y-You're the birthday boy."

"Dios mio. (My god)"

In the next moment, Miguel had you laying against his desk up on his platform. You were a moaning mess as he pumped two fingers into your soaked pussy. Miguel was leaning marks all over your body with your torn up suit beneth you. You couldnt think about much, except how good his finger felt inside you. With a sudden curl, you arched ypur back, crying out your first orgasm.

Miguel only responded in a chuckle. He took his fingers out and licked them clean. His pupils were dilated as he focused on his cock entering your throbbing pussy. You spread your legs out for him, giving him pernission to ravish you. To make you his. How nice and obiedent you were.

"So tight, nh" Miguel groaned as he held your waist, pushing his cock inside your folds.

"M-Mig-" You whimpered, feeling his tip alone stretching you out.

You body was struggling to adjust as Miguel kept shoving his cock inside you. He was so big. Every time you clentch down you felt more of him enter. Drool rolled down the side of your mouth, knowing that he was going to wreck you. His little drabbles in Spanish were making you wetter too. Gasping, you felt Miguel hit you so deep that it made you see stars.

"Finally, all the way in. Look at how well you take my cock. A perfect fit." Miguel smirked, "Made just for me. I'm going to fuck you so good that you'd wish it was my birthday everyday."

"M-Miguel...I-It can....be" You admitted, enjoying his long, thick cock inside you.

That alone made something in Miguel snap. He gripped your hips tightly, thrusting his dick inside you deeper. You moaned loudly before gasping as he started to slap his hips roughly into you. His tip slamming into your cervix with each thrust. You threw your head back as Miguel went feral against your pussy. His cock was pounding you so good that allyou good was moan his name.

"You want my dick everyday, huh? You want to be my personal slut. God, what a good fucking girl you are. Your pussy just keeps sucking me in for more. I'll fill your womb full of my cum, is that what you want?" Miguel was starting to get pussy drunk. He needed this.

"Y-YES!" You cried out, cumming hard.

Miguel grunted as you tighten around him. A white ring forming against hiscock from your juices. Of course, you wanted his cum. Miguel slapped him balls deep before givinf you your first fill. He watched as yoir body trembled.

"Dont relax yet. I still have a full hours left of my birthday." Miguel started to thrust into your abused hole once more, "I'm going to make sure you know who you belong to now."

"Y-Yes, Miguel!"

Needless to say, Miguel kept you at the Spider Society until late at night.

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😍 Happy Birthday to our favorite Spider-Man! Kinktober update will be tmw! Happy Friday the 13th!

#kinktober #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman

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m-ayo-o · 6 months

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what abt ichigo + bunny reader for the emoji event?? loveddd ur kisuke one!

ty kisuke is a fave 😌 -evidently since i couldn't keep him out of this... emoji event : 🐇🧡 bunny!reader x 21+ ichigo 18+ needy f!reader, sending nudes! thigh riding, fingering, sex- he feels bad for leaving his grl :( wc .7k

You watched your man leave three days ago now. You just can't stand the heat between your legs any longer. Driven by your crazed, horny desires, you get dolled up in some pretty clothes- the shortest skirt you can find, a skimpy top, with no underwear. And, although you know your man is working hard, on some serious mission... protecting the soul society or whatever he's doing up there... you stand in front of the mirror and take the sluttiest photos you can muster.

You slowly start stripping off pieces of clothing, feeling turned on by your own seductive actions, until you're bending and spreading that pretty bunny pussy for him to see.

Satisfied with your work, you open up his contact and send away your beautiful images. You know they'll drive him crazy.

He opens his phone carelessly, tapping on your icon and-

"Ah-"

You take his breath away.

"Kurosaki, who- who is that?" Kisuke ogles over his shoulder as they stand together in the R&D lab.

Not for much longer.

"A girl?? With, with bunny ears? W-w-where-" but Ichigo is already turning to leave.

"I, uh," his face is bright red, "I have to go."

He didn't realise you were quite in this state. He tries to stay by your side as much as possible, but this time it just couldn't be helped. He can't help but feel guilty- he knows how much you struggle by yourself.

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And minutes after your messages were read, you have your gorgeous owner back, apologising for leaving you, telling you how much he loves you and that he'll never do it again.

"Please, baby bunny, let me make you feel good," he strokes your floppy ears and takes you to the bed, where he gets you sitting on his lap.

You feel his fiery hot touch over your body, his hands starting to pull and drag your heat over his leg.

"That's it, bunny, please use me," he whispers and kisses you hungrily, loving how you're starting to hump him.

"Want you to get off right here," he watches the way your hips move, leaving that wet slick on his clothing.

"uuh, huh" you hum and moan, getting closer with his hot encouragements.

And once you've got his leg all messy, it's his fingers. They give you that dizzying stretch that you can't manage with your own.

"Baby, I'll make it up to you, I promise," he's desperate to make you feel good, holding you close while he slots his thick fingers in and out of your needy pussy.

Your mouth hangs open with another silent scream, feeling his thumb push on your clit, getting you buzzing again.

Now your perfect body is ready for him, he strips, and you stare at the way his muscles are illuminated in the soft light.

And he pushes you down on the bed, laying you flat on your stomach so he can play with that soft little tail.

"I can't believe I left you feeling like this..." he pushes your legs nice and wide as he mounts you, getting his cock all covered in your cream.

"hnn, Ichi- Ichigo, it, it's ok, please, please, just-"

Before you can even finish he's gliding in.

"Don't worry, baby, 'm back now."

He's so glad, to see your face overwhelmed with that satisfied, fucked out expression already. His heart fills up, watching your toes curl with the first orgasm from his cock. The guilt of leaving you eases with every thrust, until you're gripping at the sheets and begging him to fill you with his cum.

He knows he wants to. You know he eventually will.

"Not yet, baby." But Ichigo doesn't do things by halves, and he has endless stamina.

"After those pictures- bunny, I, I'm gonna need a bit longer, ah, with you tonight, ok?"

"mmmh- yeah, please, Ichi," you hum, loving the sound of that.

"Good, good, because I love you and need to treat you better," he hums and moans, bending over your body to press kisses to your temple while he fucks you softer.

And your body sinks into the mattress, letting yourself relax and enjoy the overwhelming pleasure of him.

i love him, he's so intense and cute :c

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#ichigo kurosaki smut #ichigo x reader #ichigo smut #ichigo kurosaki #bleach ichigo #21+ ichigo #bleach smut #bleach #bleach x female reader #bunny girl #bunny owner #bunny!reader #emoji event #500 followers event #magic.events⋆⁺#🐇🧡

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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23 - ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ/ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ - ꜱᴀɴ

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ

pairing: business man! san x stripper! reader (fem)

summary: san finds himself visiting his favorite dancer instead of going back home to his wife.

w.c: 3k

warnings: alcohol use, san and reader are both a mess, sub! leaning san, dom leaning! reader, cheating, lap dance, grinding, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: shoutout to the anon for giving me this idea by sharing this vid whewwwwww this is for you <3 also i struggled sm trying to explain what she was doing on the pole im so sorry loll

btw some song recs would be fwm by tone stith, me by summer walker, lavender sunflower by tory lanez, and the weekend by sza

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Sitting in an almost-empty office, San stared blankly at the monitor in front of him, knowing he finished his work early but finding himself reluctant to pack up and go home. Why wouldn't he want to go home? He had a beautiful wife waiting for him, who was probably pulling something yummy out of the oven. Maybe she was even wearing a cute little apron, hoping he would come home and see her in it. Yet, he found himself thinking about the dancer he met a few months ago at the gentlemen's club just around the corner from his work. There was even an ATM right outside of it, just asking him to take out hundreds of dollars and spend it all on her.

"Hey, San," his coworker said, putting his hands on San's tense shoulders and patting them, noticing that he had shut his computer down and was putting some files away into his suitcase. "Heading home?"

San stood up and slicked his hair back, allowing a few strands to fall onto his forehead. "Yep," he replied shortly, giving the man a polite smile and walking past him, hoping he couldn't somehow tell that he was about to cheat. Well, it wasn't technically cheating, right? It was pretty much the same thing as looking at those certain magazines that they sold at gas stations, but just in real life. It’s not like he was sleeping with you. He still loved his wife. He did. He really did. He just needed to see you one more time. After this, he was done. He was certain of it.

"Are you coming in or not?" the oversized bouncer asked in a deep voice, looking at the anxious, sweating businessman idly standing in front of the open club door with a thousand dollars just sitting inside his black tailored pants.

Fixing his glasses out of habit, he let out a nervous laugh, nodding his head. "Yep, I'm coming in. Uh, have a good night." He gave the man a weak wave and shuffled past him, making his way through the long hallway past some patrons and a few dancers. When San made it into the main room, he was immediately bathed in crimson lighting, dark and seductive, like he had stepped foot into hell. He might as well have. He was ready to sin.

After he was done taking in his surroundings, he headed to the bar and sat down at the seat that had the best view of the main stage. "Your usual, Mr. Choi?" the bartender asked, wiping a pint glass with a rag, noticing how San simply sat still on his stool and scanned the various platforms on the other side of the room.

You weren't anywhere to be seen. Would you be coming out soon? You always worked on Friday nights. Maybe you were in the back getting ready. Probably putting some glitter on your eyelids and drawing a tiny heart near your cheek with some eyeliner. It was the cutest thing. You were always so cute, like a pretty little angel. Yet, when you got on stage, you would always give him this look. Like you were picturing all the things he could do to you, and all the things you could do to him, maybe even right there where everyone could watch. That’s when you reminded him that you were actually sin incarnate. But he knew that already. And he didn't mind.

"Mr. Choi?" the man tried again, holding out a glass filled with ice, tea, and various amounts of alcohol. "Your long island ice tea."

San snapped his head back towards the man, taking the glass and nodding his head. "Thanks, man." He brought the straw up to his lips and sucked the drink down, delighted that it got rid of the remaining guilt he felt, idly glancing around the room again, this time scanning the various men sitting in their seats, some with a dancer in their lap. None of them were you.

The bartender shook his head, leaning his forearms on the table below. "Are you waiting for Angel to come out, Mr. Choi?"

Halfway through his drink, San choked on some of the liquid, swallowing it down anyway and clearing his throat. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he faced the man again, a slight frown forming. "Am I that obvious?"

The man smiled to himself, glancing over to the main stage entrance, knowing you would be coming out soon. "She talks about you a lot, you know. She's constantly asking when we think you'll come back."

This was news to him. Sure, you were always friendly and flirty with him. Always referring to him as "Mr. Business Man" or "Sannie." The second was his favorite. It always made him melt. His wife wouldn't even call him that anymore. Said it was childish. Though, when you said it, with that coy look on your face and batting your long eyelashes at him, the only thoughts he had were inexplicably adult. Maybe you were into him. You. His angel. That changed things. And at this point, he was already in too deep, so why not get buried?

"What does she say about me?" San probed, drinking the rest of the tea down until he was sucking on the ice at the bottom of the glass. Warmth flooded his brain and body, encouraging him to unbutton his black blazer and pull it off. As he carefully draped it over the bar counter, everything around him began slowing down to a crawl.

"That you're her favorite," the man replied softly, idly glancing at the silver ring San was wearing on his ring finger, then walking over to serve another customer. It wasn't any of his business. He was just a bartender. He tapped the table near San, motioning his head to the main stage. "She's on, by the way."

Spinning around in his seat, San felt like all the air inside his lungs suddenly dissipated. His reddened eyes focused on your curvy figure appearing out of the darkness of the stage entrance, his eyes traveling along your almost naked body. You were wearing a matching set like you always did. This time, you were wearing a tiny black latex bra, the nonexistent cups barely covering your nipples, your tits practically spilling out of them. He gulped so hard, he almost swallowed his Adam's apple by accident. An equally black, equally nonexistent thong clung tightly to your hips and pelvis, one micro-movement away from having everyone see your pretty pink–

"Pussy," said a random drunk man sitting next to San, throwing back a shot of vodka. When San gave him a dirty look, the man shook his head. "Don't just stare at her, bro. Go sit in that chair over there and let her know you like her. Trust me. Angel's worth it."

Turning away form the guy in silence, San undid his tie and laid it over his jacket, trusting that the bartender would look after it for him. Putting the image of his wife sitting at the empty dinner table by herself, San quickly made his way past a few tables and booths, eventually sitting down in the empty seat near the front section of the stage.

Taking a few drawn out steps around the pole, you ran a hand up your body, your hips swaying along to the slow, thumping beats of the song playing through the surrounding speakers. Like a snake hypnotizing its prey before striking. Once you grabbed the pole and moved your body in a slow wavelike motion, you turned around and leaned your body back against it, gazing down at your favorite businessman. Your eyes surveyed his lap, wondering if the visible tent in his work pants was a stack of cash or his hard cock. Either was fine with you.

"Angel..." San murmured to himself, unconsciously spreading his thick thighs apart, hoping you could read his lips. He slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling some of the cash into his tense hand.

Once the song picked up a bit, the bass still so intense it vibrated through your chest, you propelled yourself forward and climbed onto the pole like it was second nature, hooking one of your legs onto it, moving around the pole in steady circles. Sighing, you slid a hand up from your abdomen, up and over one of your tits, then up your neck. Everyone's eyes were on you, though you couldn't blame them. You were the true embodiment of desire. The angel that everyone wanted to defile and keep for themselves. Yet, they had no idea that you were the one who did the defiling, the corrupting, the owning. And your current target was…

"San," you whispered, running your tongue along the inside of your glossy lips, gripping the pole tight enough with one hand so that you could lean your head back. Amused by the businessman's submissive demeanor after eyeing the growing tent inside his pants, you squeezed the metal securely between your thighs, allowing you to release your hands from it and hang more upside down, slipping your fingers up underneath your bra to grab at your tits, pulling a bit on your nipple piercings for your own pleasure. You continued to spin around the pole in slow circles, the monochrome lights flashing above the stage further enhancing the hypnotic show you were putting on.

One of the men stood up and sent a stack of cash into the air, watching it rain down around you. You smiled to yourself, sitting back up to hold the pole both in front of your chest and one below near your lower abdomen, making sure you were stable. You lifted yourself up into an upside down vertical position and clenched your legs around the pole before slowly spreading them, appearing like you were doing a full split in the air. Another man followed the actions of the first, pulling some twenties out of his pocket and sending them out into the air, his hooded eyes locked on the way your ass was eating up the thin strap of your thong. All these men were like putty in your hands. Ready to give up most of their paychecks, all for the slim chance that they could fuck you for real. It was pathetic.

When the song came to a drop, you slid yourself down the bottom of the pole, slowly lowering yourself onto the cool stage in the splits, arching your back, your hands groping along your body, squeezing your tits and letting out a soft moan, though no one could hear you over the loud bass on the song. You looked up over at San, licking your lips, before you got onto your knees and crawled towards him, your heavy heels clinking against the stage with each deliberate movement. Gazing at him like a predator cornering their next meal, you eventually got to the edge of the stage and slowly sat back on your knees, running your hands slowly up your body, slowly leaning your head back and arching your back again.

Drunk with lust and alcohol, San couldn't help but readjust himself in the leather chair, the pulsing beats of the song emanating heavily inside his ears, a similar pulsing occurring below the belt. Swallowing down his nerves, he pulled a few hundreds out, waiting for you to look at him, before he leaned forward and sent them out onto the stage in front of you.

Licking your lips at the money spread out below you, your fingers snuck up to the front of your bra and popped it up, your tits dropping out of it. The men around all emitted various low sounding groans, some of them palming themselves or sliding down in their seats. San was in a similar state of desperation, his cock so hard it was about to burst out of his pants.

When the music played the sound of a woman’s moans playing alongside pulsing, synth like music, encouraging you to begin moving your hips in an up and down motion, as though you were riding an imaginary dick, making San and everyone else in the room wish it were his. You kept your eyes on the struggling businessman, grabbing at your tits, moaning softly, your eyebrows drawing together.

Not able to take it any longer, San held out three hundreds and placed it down on his crotch in between his large thighs, spreading them apart to entice you.

Drawing you in like a moth to a flame, you found yourself climbing off of the stage as elegantly as possible and taking a step up to the large leather chair he was lounging in. Once you got off, another dancer walked up to the pole to take your place, distracting all the surrounding patrons.

Straddling San’s lap once he picked the bills up, you leaned into his ear to purr, “Sannie, it’s so nice to see you back. I’ve missed you.”

San angled his head up, trying to keep his eyes on your hooded ones instead of staring at your tits that were just below his chin. “I’ve missed you more, Angel.” He reached down to slide a hundred through the strap on your hip, continuing, “I’d like a private show. I have a lot more love to give you.”

Smiling down at the hundred-dollar bill, you sat fully down on his lap, feeling his hard on pressing into your latex panties. “You always give me lots of love, Sannie. Should we go then?”

San slipped the other two hundreds into the other strap, groaning when you dragged your clothed pussy across his length. Biting at his bottom lip, he sent a suggestive smile in your direction. “Lead the way, Angel.”

In one of the small dimly lit private rooms, you hovered over San’s lap, your knees pressed into the leather couch on each side of his thighs, gyrating your hips along to the slow, pulsing music. “What’s with that look, baby?” you asked softly, running your hands down the front of San’s chest.

“You’re just so…beautiful.” He couldn’t keep his eyes off of your body, especially your tits, because they were covered in…Was that body glitter? As if you could get any hotter. He was losing his mind.

“Yeah?” you started, watching as the businessman put more cash into the straps of your nylon panties, until there were no more spaces left. “You like me better than your wife, don’t you? Is that why you’re always here and spending money on me instead of her?”

“Mm-hmm, I like you a lot, Angel,” San sighed softly, his hands roaming around the outline of your body, but not touching you.

Arching your back, your hands rested on the top of the couch behind San’s head, slowly moving your body in a slow, but fluid motion on his lap, your cunt brushing across his heavy cock still trapped inside the waistband of his pants. “If you like me so much, then touch me. Fuck me. Make me yours, Sannie.”

Entranced. Mesmerized. Seduced. Those were only a few words to describe what came over him while he was inside you, his hands all over your body, getting glitter all over himself. San didn't understand how a single person could have such a hold over him. He never experienced anything like this, and he couldn’t pull himself out of it.

Bouncing up and down on San’s length like it was your life’s mission, you wrapped your fingers around his jaw on either side, bringing his mouth towards your tits. “Suck on them, Sannie. Bite them. Spit on them. Do whatever your wife won’t let you do.”

Completely gone at this point, his cock throbbing heavily inside you, San slurped your tits up into his mouth, one at a time, biting and tugging at your nipple piercings, pulling away every so often to spit on them and watch it drip down your glittery skin. “You’re so dirty, Angel,” he huffed, squeezing your hips tightly, his ring cold against your hot body.

“Not dirty enough,” you complained, in between pants, gripping his shoulders tightly, trying to bring yourself to your peak as fast as possible. “Cum inside me, Sannie. Please.”

“Oh, fuck, Angel, I don’t think…” San gasped, losing his train of thought, as your glossy lips attached to his neck, sucking and licking, leaving a mark on him. He knew he would have to cover it up with makeup later on. “I shouldn’t…”

Tempting him further, you moved your body at a slower, more deliberate pace, wanting to draw the sin out of him. “Cum, baby, come on,” you purred into his ear, nipping and pulling at it with your teeth. “I know she never lets you cum inside, so fill me up instead…Please, Sannie…Please give it to me.”

Truly, you were an angel in every sense of the word, even letting a cheating stranger like him fill you up with his seed. How gracious of you.

“Fuck, okay, I’m–aaah–” San jerked his head back, holding onto your waist for dear life, feeling your cunt tighten around him like a vice. “Jesus, Angel, you're…oh my god.”

“What, Sannie?” you whispered near his lips, bringing yourself down onto him one last time, your body shuddering, your arousal pouring out of you and staining his work pants. “Does it feel better to fuck me than your wife? Is that it?”

“Yeah, it does. So much better.” San looked down at your lower half, his mouth hanging open, a bit of saliva dripping past his lips as his cock shot out rope after rope into your slick hole. He wished he could see it pouring into you, wanting to witness the mark he left inside your body.

You let out a satisfied sigh, lifting yourself up from his lap and collecting the bills he offered you, putting them into a neat stack. “I thought so.” Smirking to yourself, you lifted one leg up onto the couch, allowing San to watch as his load dripped out of your pulsing cunt and down your inner leg. “So, will you be coming back next Friday too, Sannie? I’ll have a new routine ready just for you~”

San simply sat there and watched the milky liquid drip down onto his stained tailored pants, knowing there was no way he’d be able to escape your angelic clutches after this. But he still loved his wife. He did. He really did. He just needed to see you a few more times. After that, he would be done.

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sitp-recs · 9 months

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20 Harry-centric fics to read this month

What better way to celebrate Harry’s birthday than revisiting (or discovering) Harry-centric fics? If you feel like taking a deep dive into his character, here are my suggestions: short and long stories exploring his emotional arc, inner struggles, past trauma, sexual liberation and of course, his feelings about himself and about Draco. I couldn’t resist including some Draco POV fics because I love learning about Harry through his eyes. Pick your comfort food and enjoy Harry’s HBD week!

Still Life, orphaned (M, 3k)

Hourglass Heart by @bixgirl1 (E, 5k)

It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.

Snug by @moonflower-rose (E, 6k)

Potter can't keep his hands off himself. Draco can't look away.

Life goes not backward by @shealwaysreads (T, 9k)

Harry still isn’t used to gifts, but this one is different. A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots.

fine i'll hold my breath / til i forget it's complicated by teatrolley (NR, 11k)

Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it's more complicated than it actually is.

Let's Go Outside by cryptonym (E, 24k)

Harry's done with the sofa, the hall and the kitchen table, baby.

Famous by @fw00shy (E, 24k)

It's a couple of years after the war, and Harry's bored of models now, the same way he's bored of Ron's constant nagging, bored of his Weasley monogram knitwear, bored of the same fucking grin that greets him when he hands his fire-truck red Bugatti over to the valet every night. He wants to find—well, he isn't sure what he wants. Anything but models.

Expecto Patronum by @writcraft (E, 35k)

As Draco Malfoy negotiates his feelings for the wizarding world's brightest star, he becomes increasingly attached to Harry and unravels the secrets he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.

Unseen by @jackvbriefs (T, 47k)

Harry Potter finally has the chance to leave England and its expectations for The Chosen One behind for good. All he has to do is survive one Auror training conference overseas with Draco Sodding Malfoy.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse.

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

Harry Potter and the elusive day off by pleasebekidding (E, 71k)

Auror Potter needs a fucking break. He is wiped. He is exhausted. He probably didn't intend to put himself into a magical coma but these things happen. And who cares, really? He is comfortable in a house where he has hidden away all the shit he can't deal with.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (E, 99k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life.

By the Grace by lettered (T, 140k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

where all the veins meet by eight_of_wands (E, 146k)

It's the summer of 1998. The battle is over, and Voldemort is dead, but Harry still has more questions than answers. Who is he without a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head? What is he supposed to do now?

Away Childish Things by lettered (T, 153k)

Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

Can't Sit Still by wilteddaisy (E, 193k)

Five years after the war, Harry finds himself drawn to Draco Malfoy by memories that aren't his own. Or, in which Harry hates his Auror partner, Draco flips houses, Pansy sleeps around, Hermione is a magical creatures’ justice warrior, Blaise is getting married, and Ron is just along for the ride.

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gwinamwhxre · 2 years

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to take the pain away from you // cha hyun-su

word count: 1.8k

mentions: angst, fluff, oral m!receiving, depression, def sub vibes from hyun-su but ur weird if u complain abt that ;)

cha hyun-su x fem!reader

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you sit in bed with hyun-su, watching him as he sits up straight and stares at the wall in silence. he hasn't spoken since he came in the room about five minutes ago, and you don't urge him to, either.

instead, you hurt for him. his eyes are so full of sadness you struggle to heal.

hyun-su wasn't really an open person. sure, he was vulnerable at times -- which you admired. of course, it hurt seeing him that way, but it made you feel better that he felt comfortable showing such expressions around you. but he rarely spoke unless you started the conversation. and he was still very brief in his responses.

he had started accompanying you in your room a few weeks ago when he arrived on the first floor during all this mess. everyone had been scared of him, but you trusted him after a day or two. the first time you talked you realized what a kind soul he is, and seeing people looking at him like he was a monster infuriated you.

tonight when you were getting dinner with him, everyone had stopped their conversation and stared at hyun-su. the whole situation was made extremely awkward due to the silence and staring. hyun-su only kept his everyday expressionless face, but you could feel how much that hurt him in his eyes.

so you sat away from the others together with sang-wook. hyun-su didn't speak the whole time.

now, you decided to open your mouth in the silence. "are you still upset, hyun-su?"

he didn't move a muscle as you spoke.

you cursed loudly in anger all of a sudden. his shoulders tightened in a flinch as your voice raised. "how long are you going to keep letting them use you when they treat you like this?"

"you're going to treat me that way one day, too," he practically whispered. "you have no idea when i'm going to go full monster on you and what it will do to your trust."

"you're not going to, don't you understand that? it's been weeks," you say, agitated that he's pushing you away like this.

he laid down on the bed slowly, letting out a heavy sigh when he relaxed his muscles. you fell onto the bed with him and lean on your hand so you can be turned to him.

"you know, when i was younger i was always weaker," he spoke. you looked down because you couldn't take it when he spoke about his past. "i thought that's why they treated me that way. but now, i feel no different. i thought if i was stronger and more helpful people would like me more. but i feel like it's the same."

as he spoke, he didn't look away from the ceiling. when he finally finished, he slowly turned his gaze to you, looking at you in some helpless way that made you want to sob.

"i like you either way," you whispered.

he looked at you with no expression. "say that when i end up killing someone."

"you won't," you reassure him. "but even if you did, i'd still say it."

his gaze stayed on yours innocently. his eyes then wandered around the room, as if processing your words, then fell back to you.

you leaned toward him and kissed him on the lips gently. his eyes stayed open until you pulled away, surprised by the unexpected impact.

the only thing running through your head at this point was to make him feel like he was loved. your words didn't seem to work.

"i just want you to know there's people in the world that appreciate you, even if you don't feel like it." your hand fell down his body, grabbing the waistline of his sweatpants and tugging on them gently. "can i make you feel something you deserve?"

he looked at you tensely as if he was unsure your intentions, but nodded.

"hey," you stopped and stood on your knees, bringing yourself closer to his face. your pointer finger touched his chin, pulling his face up to make direct eye contact with you. "i know you don't like to stick up for yourself, but its just me. i need to know you're okay with me touching you."

he nodded again, searching your eyes. "i want you to."

you smiled subtly and brought your lips back to his. this time, he eased into the kiss. his eyes fell shut, his lips putting in more effort to create a smooth flow.

you pulled his sweatpants down just to the point where you’d have access to him, as you knew he liked to show little skin.

his dick fell straight to his stomach. he was already so hard for you.

you looked back up at him, to which he still looked down. when he felt your eyes on his, he brought his head up. you noticed how heavy he was breathing now, and brought your lips back to his. he lost his breath for a moment when he felt your hand gently grasp him, hesitating towards whether or not to look down, as you kept your lips close to his and looked at him in the eyes.

with the arising tenseness you decided to start stroking his dick ever so slowly, and you lost your breath when he pulled away from the kiss to vocally exhale.

he sounded so fucking beautiful.

your lips found their way back to his as you kept your hand moving in a slow pace. he closed his eyes as you kissed him, but you realized how tense his body was against you. "relax," you say through the kiss, and you slowly felt his body melt in your hands.

though his breath didn't relax. he sucked in breath during the kiss, and let out short whines when you dragged your lips down to his neck, sucking on his sweet spot while you stroked him harder, listening to him suck in a breath and hold it, listening to him exhaling as you let go and returned your hand to its slow pace.

you kissed his chest through the fabric on his shirt, looking for his facial expression every few moments.

now you were down by his hips, your hand still moving painfully slow. once you reached the top, your thumb grazed his tip and teased it for a moment, earning another whine to escape his lips. he didn't plead you to do anything, he didn't ask for you to go harder even though you could read the neediness on his face.

your fingers grasped his dick again as you brought your mouth to him, swirling your tongue around his tip once again before taking him into your mouth. you could feel your body react when he moaned for the first time, so softly and gently.

in reaction, he grasped your hair; not pulling it, but tugging softly as your mouth worked on him perfectly. his breaths built up audibly, and you could start to notice him tensing up again.

the more you saw him react this way the more you wanted him to feel. he deserved this. he deserved every second. so with your rising excitement you began to take him further until your mouth was at the base of his dick. to this he choked back and you heard him whisper, "please- stop.."

you hummed as he was now really tugging on your hair, probably not even realizing it at this point. his breath became unorganized, and you heard a deep groan stuck quietly within his short and quick exhales.

"i can't--" he spoke, his words incomprehensible. his other hand was now in his hair, tugging it back and out of his face so he could keep his eyes that were so in awe on you.

you felt things picking up, and decided to place your hand at the base of his dick. this way you could move faster, and you did, earning another whiny moan. you would've never imagined how vocal he would be.

you could hear it in his voice how close he was getting, and you could read it in his body language by the way he managed to weakly prop himself up on two elbows so he could look at you better.

when he did so, you slowed in your moments, bringing your mouth to a break and twirling your tongue along the tip again as you rested your eyes on his. he was looking right back at you, and managed to smily weakly in between his breaths, only turning into a moan when you started stroking him again, fast.

you watched him close his eyes and tilt his head back, looking like he was having trouble taking this all anymore. he brought his head back up and started to look as if in a state of panic, whispering, "wait--no, stop-"

you needed to see it more than he needed to feel it at this point. you watched him struggle to function as you kept him just as fast in your hands when he sucked in a breath and held it--keeping his eyes closed as his body tensed up more than ever.

an exhausted moan fell out his poor lips as he started to twitch in your hand. you started to slow your movements, being careful not to hurt him.

once he came down his eyes opened wearily and fell straight to you.

"your shirt," i mentioned, not meaning to break the moment but it really was a mess. "do you want me to grab you a new one?"

he shook his head, grabbing the bottom of the shirt and pulling it over his head. you didn't have a vocal reaction, but you felt warm inside because you knew he didn't like showing a lot of skin.

your eyes searched his bare skin politely, only taking in the beauty and warmth radiating onto your skin and eyes. you smiled at him and fell onto his chest, kissing him gently then laying your head down onto him.

"sometimes, i don't think you're real," he said.

"what do you mean?" i ask curiously.

"just.. i feel like you're too good to me to be real."

you tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. "has anyone ever done anything like that for you before?"

he shook his head.

you didn't respond. you only situated yourself so you could feel closer to him.

you felt like you were required to say something, but you couldn't figure out words to say.

his body was soft and relaxed against yours. it felt good to know he was relaxed. you really hope you made him feel better, or at least, forget about it for a little.

"hey, hyun-su?" you asked. you heard no response.

you gently tilted your head up again and smiled when you noticed his eyes were closed. you felt even more warm and cozy against him when you noticed the subtle smile on his lips, even while he slept.

#hyunsu x reader #cha hyunsu #fiction #smut #sweet home #song kang #hyunsu #hyunsu smut #writing #kdrama #all of us are dead

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 8 days

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That Summer, Chapter 2

Pairing: Frank Castle x F!Reader

Rating: M

Story Summary: Frank Castle has been on the move ever since he "retired" as The Punisher after finding out the truth about his family's murder and handing his former best friend, Billy Russo, off to the Feds.

With his new identity as Pete Castiglione, Frank decides to settle down in a small town in Iowa, where he finds employment as a farmhand/handyman for you, a widow who's struggling to keep your farm running by yourself after the untimely death of your husband a year prior.

As Frank grows closer to you, his past -- and true identity -- begin to catch up with him, putting his chance of finding peace -- and both of your lives -- at risk.

Warnings/Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, smut in future chapters

Word Count: ~2400

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read, liked, reblogged, and/or commented on chapter 1! If you'd like to be tagged in this, please let me know!

Taglist: @danzer8705 @carolinaxvz @thepunisherfrankcastle @eddieslooneymoonie @kezibear

“Thank you for lunch,” Frank said half an hour later as he finished his sandwich and chips. “I certainly appreciate it.”

You nodded then stood and picked up your and Frank's plates. “It's nothing fancy but it's really all I ever have time for during the day.”

Frank shook his head. “No, it was great, really.”

He stood as well. “If you show me where the boards are for the fence I'll go ahead and get started on that.”

You walked over to the sink. “Sure, just give me a second to wash these plates.”

Frank nodded. “Mind if I use your bathroom then?”

You shook your head. “Go right ahead. Guest bathroom is in the front entryway on your right.”

“Thank you, ma'am.” Frank went to the bathroom and relieved himself before moving to the sink to wash his hands.

He looked up at himself in the mirror. He had grown his hair and beard out while he had been on the road, but it would be time for a cut and shave soon.

He returned to the kitchen, where you were once again looking wistfully out of the window.

You hadn't seemed to notice Frank's presence, so he took a moment to study you. The sunlight filtering in through the window gave you an ethereal glow despite the sadness on your face. She's beautiful.

He couldn't deny that he found you attractive -- even though he had only known you for a few hours he could tell that you were a kind and caring yet determined and hard-working woman.

He cleared his throat. “All set.”

You turned from the window and looked over at him, a small smile crossing your lips. “Okay, great. Here, I'll show you where I keep the extra lumber.”

The two of you put your boots back on and headed back outside, Canine Frank following behind you. “Tom had just put that fence up about a year and a half ago,” you said as the two of you walked towards a storage shed next to the barn. “So I don't understand how it can be in such bad shape already.”

Frank was pretty sure he knew the reason, but didn't want to say it until he had confirmed it. “The boards have been rotting really fast, huh?”

You nodded as you opened the shed door. “Yeah.”

Frank walked in and picked up a board. Just as I thought. Pine. “That’s because you're not using a strong enough wood.”

He turned to you. “These are pine boards, which is a cheaper option for fencing, but also really soft – moisture’ll get in pine and rot it very quickly, especially during the winter. And on top of that, these boards haven't been pressure-treated, which is just making them rot even faster.”

Your shoulders slumped. “So basically what you're saying is that I should go ahead and replace the entire fence.”

Frank nodded. “I can replace the currently broken posts and rails if you want, but you're just going to keep having the same problem and will eventually have to replace the whole thing sooner rather than later anyway.”

“So what wood do you suggest?”

“Oak, which'll probably cost you more in lumber now but will last you years longer and need way less maintenance since it's a much harder wood.”

You sighed. “Okay. Let me check with my lumber supplier and see how much it would cost me to replace the entire thing.”

Frank nodded. “In the meantime I'll start on getting that tractor fixed for you. What's been going on with it?”

“About two months ago I was hauling a bale of hay in for the horses and the damn thing just sputtered and quit on me right where it sits.” You shook your head. “Couldn't get it started back up and I haven't had time to take it to get looked at. Just too much to do around here.”

You pulled a key out of your pocket and handed it to him. “If you need me I'll be over at the chicken coop.”

Frank walked over to the tractor and raised the hood. I should check the oil and gas first before I try to start it since it's been sitting.

Both looked free of water and debris, so he began to inspect the other parts. Spark plugs look good, but the carburetor could use a cleaning.

Frank walked over to the barn and grabbed a couple of tools, then went back over to clean the carburetor. Nope, that wasn't it.

Next he tried testing the battery. That’s fine too.

He was beginning to suspect that it was something with the fuel system based on the way the tractor had been trying but failing to start, so he checked the fuel line and filter next. No, not those either.

“Any luck?”

Frank turned as you appeared behind him carrying a large wicker basket of eggs, Canine Frank trailing behind you. “Not yet, but I’ve narrowed it down to something to do with the fuel system. Can you come try to start it for me so I can check something?”

You nodded and set the basket down. “Sure.”

Frank went back to the front of the tractor while you climbed onto the seat. “Okay, go ahead,” he said.

Frank looked over the engine as you attempted to start the tractor up. Aha. “Okay , I think I know what the problem is. It looks like the lever that controls the fuel level is jammed.”

He looked over at you. “Got any WD-40 or something like that?”

“Yeah, just a second.”

You climbed down from the tractor and walked back to the shed where you kept the fence lumber, then came back with a can of WD-40. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Frank sprayed a bit on the stuck lever, then carefully worked a flathead screwdriver into it to help loosen it up.

He lowered the hood of the tractor and peered over it at you. “Try starting it again.”

You got on the tractor once again and turned the key, a wide grin spreading across your face when it started right up. “It worked!”

Frank closed the hood. “I also cleaned the carburetor and tested the battery, and the oil and gas looked fine so it should be good as new.”

You nodded, a look of relief on your face. “You’re amazing. Thank you so much.”

Frank shrugged and wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his arm. “Ah, not a problem.”

You cut the tractor off and climbed down as a loud mooing sounded from the barn. “The cows are starting to get restless, so how about I get these eggs put away then show you how to do the milking?”

Frank nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Alright then. Give me just a minute.”

As you picked up the basket of eggs and headed back over to the main house, Frank walked over to the spigot connected to the barn to wash the dirt and grime off of his hands.

You came back a minute later with two large metal buckets. “Okay, I'm ready.”

Frank opened the now-easily sliding barn door for you. “After you.”

He followed you to where the cows were kept.

You set one of the buckets down and grabbed a nearby stool. “I usually start with Clarabelle. She gets fussy if she has to wait too long.”

Frank chuckled. “I bet it's not easy milking a fussy cow.”

You shook your head, a small smile on your lips as you opened Clarabelle's stall and headed inside. “It’s not too difficult. Clarabelle is just a bit of a diva.”

You set the stool and bucket down and gave Clarabelle a gentle pat on her nose. “Aren’t ya, Miss Clara, my sweet girl?”

Clarabelle blinked her soulful brown eyes and nuzzled your hand, as if to say, who, me?

Frank smiled. “Diva or not, she clearly loves you.”

“I love her too.” You glanced at Frank. “This farm is all I have, so it's important that all of my animals are happy and well taken care of.”

Frank nodded. Message received. “I'll take care of them as if they were my own, I promise.”

“Good.” You adjusted the stool and sat. “Now, let me show you how to milk the cows.”

You took a damp washcloth out of the bucket. “I sell milk, butter, honey, and eggs at the farmer's market on Saturdays, so it's extremely important to follow state safety regulations for the production and sale of raw milk.”

You carefully wiped Clarabelle's udder then set the washcloth on your lap. “The first step is to clean the cow's udder so that nothing that isn't milk gets in the bucket then to use an udder balm to make sure you're not hurting her.”

Frank nodded. “Got it.”

You rubbed some cream from a small jar onto Clarabelle's udder then took her teats in your hands. “Then we pre-milk her a couple of times just to make sure that there's no dirt or debris in her milk ducts.”

Frank watched as you gently squeezed and pulled down on Clarabelle's teats, releasing a stream of milk from each group.

You set the bucket under Clarabelle. “Then we just set the bucket down and get to milking.”

You squeezed a few streams of milk into the bucket. “Want to try?”

Frank nodded. “Sure.”

He switched places with you and took hold of Clarabelle's teats. “Like this?”

You shook your head and knelt down beside him. “Little higher up.”

Frank took a deep breath as you took his hands in your smaller ones. You smelled of clean sweat and soap and something else Frank couldn't quite identify, but liked.

Your grip slightly tightened on Frank's hands. “Then you just pull and squeeze, like this.”

You guided Frank in milking Clarabelle for a few moments, then let go to let him try to milk her on his own. “Good job. You're a natural.”

You reached up and patted Clarabelle on her rump. “And you are being such a good girl today, sweetheart. You definitely deserve a treat for being so patient.”

“How do I know when she's done?” Frank asked. “She'll just stop producing milk?”

“Her udder will be a lot flatter and she'll seem more comfortable,” you replied. “Once you're done with her, give her a carrot from the bag on the front of her stall, then if you don't mind, could you move on to Daisy and milk her then give her a carrot as well? I'll get the other three.”

Frank nodded again, keeping his attention on milking instead of looking at you. “No problem.”

You stood. “Thanks. If you need any help I'll be right over here.”

You took the other bucket and moved down a few stalls, talking softly to Lulu before opening the stall door and heading inside.

Frank finished milking Clarabelle then gave her a carrot before moving on to Daisy’s stall.

Daisy looked over at Frank as he entered and moved over to the wall, turning sideways so he could get to her udder easily.

Frank chuckled. “You know the drill, huh girl?”

He set the stool down and gave Daisy a gentle pat on her side. “Good girl. You're gonna make this easy for me, aren't ya?”

Daisy ‘moo’ed in response.

Frank cleaned Daisy's udder and applied a bit of cream before making sure her milk ducts were clear. “Okay, let's get you milked.”

He milked Daisy and gave her a post-milking carrot, then headed over to the other stalls to find you. “I'm all done.”

You peered around Millie at him. “Great!”

You looked at your watch. “Since you got that tractor back up and running for me I'm gonna bottle up this milk then get the grass cut. Why don't you go ahead and knock off for the evening, take a shower and relax a bit before supper?”

Frank rubbed the back of his neck. “In that case, I might go ahead and head into town, pick up a few groceries.”

“Okay.” You patted Millie’s side and stood. “Just so you know, you’re welcome to any of the goods we produce or harvest. No point in having to buy them from the store when they're readily available here.”

Frank nodded, mentally taking milk, butter, eggs, and honey off of his grocery list. “I appreciate that.”

“I'll get some stuff packed up for you to bring back to the cabin tonight after supper.”

“Sounds good.” Frank gestured towards your now-full bucket of milk. “Need me to grab that for ya?”

“If you don't mind.”

Frank shook his head. “Not at all. Where we heading?”

“Back to the house.”

Frank picked up the other bucket of milk and waited as you gave Millie a carrot, then he followed you back to the big house.

He smiled to himself when Canine Frank, who had been napping on the porch, got up and wagged his tail at the two of you.

You scratched Canine Frank behind his ears then unlocked the door. “Here, you can just set those on the counter for me.”

Frank followed you in and set the buckets down in the kitchen. “Need help with anything else?”

You shook your head. “No thanks, I can take it from here.”

Frank nodded. “I'll see you at dinner tonight, then.”

He gave Canine Frank a friendly pat on his head then headed back to the cabin, where he moved his laundry from the washer to the dryer before heading to the bathroom to shower.

As he stood under the hot spray of water, his mind turned back to you and the way your hands had felt on his earlier.

Frank had honestly found it difficult to concentrate as you had guided his hands to milk Clarabelle. The way you had gently squeezed and pulled had made Frank think about having your hands in a place he hadn't been privy to having a woman touch in a long time. Shit.

He sighed. He was here to work, not get distracted by the thought of your hands (and mouth, if he was honest) on his cock. It's just been entirely too long since I've been with a woman, he thought. It hadn't had anything to do with her in particular.

Even as he thought it, deep down he knew he was lying to himself. It's going to be a long summer.

#lotmf writes #That Summer Masterlist #frank castle x you #frank castle x reader

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jewbeloved · 10 months

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Tweek with a gnome s/o who steals his coffee instead of his underpants☕☕🌈💖💖

ANOTHER WEIRD IDEA CAME TO MAH HEADDDD EEEEE!

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💛 Tweek Tweak 🌈

Tweek was always confused and freaked out whenever he was in his room and he had to see small little gnomes come out of nowhere and open his drawers to steal his underwear.

He thought that his eyes were fooling him for a moment, until he realized they weren't. There are gnomes in his room stealing his underwears....

He tried telling his parents about it, but they didn't believe him and just told him that he maybe needed more coffee to calm down.

Telling his friends about the gnomes didn't work either since they also didn't believe him.

You always stayed behind whenever the other gnomes went to go steal his underwear, you didn't really have any interest in taking his body clothes because you didn't see the whole point of it.

You were more interested in the coffee that you see Tweek always drinking all the time.

You wanted to see why he always drinked coffee so you ended up stealing a mug full of coffee after his parents finished preparing it for him.

So Tweek ended up seeing both his coffee and his underwears going missing. This made him even more terrified.

When Tweek's parents weren't home since they were at the cafe shop, Tweek decided to take matters into his own hands and he was going to try and get rid of these gnomes so they can stop stealing his underwears and coffee.

After Tweek poured himself a cup of coffee from the machine, he turned his back away to start planting some traps.

You sneaked out of your hole to spot a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the kitchen counter near the machine. You have finally found out how Tweek gets his coffee.

Instead of picking up the cup, you went for the machine. It was pretty heavy to pick up and you were struggling a little due to how small you were.

You accidentally slipped off the counter along with the coffee machine falling downwards.

You closed your eyes until you fell into something warm and it broke your fall.

You opened your eyes to find that you had landed into someone's hand....a hand....?

You looked up to see the face of Tweek Tweak, and he had his other hand holding the coffee machine that fell off along with you.

You actually never got to see Tweek up close before and you had a feeling this wasn't going to end well since you saw him planting down traps to catch you and the other gnomes.

"Ack! so you have been ARGH! the one stealing all m-m-my cof-Ack!-fee!". Tweek looked at you with a slightly angry look as he twitched violently before he used his other hand to place the coffee machine back on the counter.

"I'm sorry! I was just really interested in that coffee you were drinking and I wanted to taste it myself....it tasted really good....". You paused for a sec.

"I don't have any interest in stealing your underwear like the other gnomes...I just liked the taste of the coffee you always drinked so that's why I have been stealing them behind your back...".

Tweek was surprised to hear this, he didn't think a gnome out of all the rest would want his coffee instead of his underwears.

"Please don't kill me! I'll stop stealing your coffee I promise!". You started stimming as you folded your hand to reduce the stress you were having right now by begging Tweek to not kill you.

Tweek looked at the traps he placed on the ground, it makes sense on why you begged him not to kill you.

"I-I won't ack! kill you...but don't ARGH! steal my coffee again without my permission!". Tweek placed you onto the table.

"What's your name by the way? ACK!".

"My name is (Name)....".

"My name is Tweek! but I think you already UGH! know that since you have been snooping around and stealing my GAHH! coffee..". You nodded.

Your eyes lit up in surprise and happiness when Tweek handed you the cup of coffee he poured earlier.

He had a smile on his face as he watched you drink up the coffee.

It's safe to know that you 2 might get along after all <3💛💛💛

I ain't reading allat👹👹

#south park x reader #tweek tweak x reader #sp tweek #tweek tweak #tweek x reader #gnomes #south park #southpark blog #southpark sp #sp x reader #x reader #southpark x y/n #southpark scenarios #oneshot #southpark headcanons

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mylittleredgirl · 1 month

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @geneeste. :) i may have done this one before, but tumblr blog search was traditionally unhelpful and i have several very important things i should be doing, so here we are <3

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 219

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 655,471

3. What fandoms do you write for?

stargate atlantis is the runaway lead, then sg-1, 90s/00s treks, the x-files, and a grab bag of other things. only two fics so far for m*a*s*h but the forecast looks good!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

no sooner met (star trek voyager, j/c, eight years of friends-to-lovers in 5k or less)

career day (stargate sg-1, clone!sam/jack, damn that sure was a choice to go back to high school amirite)

next chapter (the good place, chidi/eleanor, the intimacy of reading)

first date (star trek voyager, j/c, falling in love again)

occupational hazards (the good place, chidi/eleanor, eleanor would rather not be the architect)

5. Do you respond to comments?

eventually!!!! i tend to keep nice ones on my home page for a while to cheer me up and then sometimes they get buried. i wake up nights like "damn the good place fandom really went all out with amazing comments on that random fic in like 2018 and i never replied," so maybe i need to go through my inbox and belatedly clear my cosmic debts.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

twilight (stargate atlantis, sheppard/weir, what if john didn't break the cycle). strong on style but real weak on comfort.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

weaving loose ends (stargate sg-1, sam/jack) ends with a wedding! in twenty years of writing romance fic, that has maybe only happened once?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not yet! but the year is young.

a fic of mine did cause a dramatic fandom schism once, in the dancing with the stars fandom no less. a splinter fan group created in exile! a mod claiming to be personal friends with the stars! everybody storming out and then blocking each other! so my fic did cause hate, but somehow i personally escaped unscathed. i didn't even get blocked. (lesson: in some spaces, rpf is encouraged until They Fuck. second lesson: if you start a fire and then stay very quiet, everyone forgets about you.)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do!! i guess!! but i'm struggling with it right now and it's giving me a complex. and "what kind" is like......... vanilla het fic for the most part tbh. gauzy curtain vibes, even. basically, i have to really sit and think about whether to rate something M or E, you know?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, but not since the x-files days. rip geocities webrings we salute you for your years of service.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but i think i'd like to! passing chapters back and forth sleepover style like "haha write your way out of THIS" would be fun. (or collaborating in a more mundane way, i guess....)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

john sheppard/elizabeth weir (stargate atlantis). first fic in the tag and i'm still fuckin there. three years on tv and a lifetime in my goddamn brain.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

realistically, i'm feeling pretty down on the chances that i'll ever finish ANY wip that's longer than 20k, but the two long ones withering on the vine that i'd like to finish are a sam/jack sg1 episodic soulmate fic and "what if janeway went undercover with the maquis instead of tuvok: the novel."

16. What are your writing strengths?

stealing one of geneeste's answers because "character complexity" is a good one! i don't feel satisfied with any fic unless i feel like i have learned something new about a character, or highlighted it in a new way.

my more specific strength, according to @coraclavia, is missing-scene fics that weave through an entire series canon to make a thesis statement (they are In Love).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

😭 i can't write anything long 😭 i really wish i were different 😭 i envy those of you with staying power who can return to a story after going to work or writing something else and keep plugging away at it. i used to write sprawling things when i was a teen, but since becoming Adult With Job now many years ago, i've totally lost that skill!!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

haaaahahahaha. talk about a weakness. i literally couldn't bring myself to write a fic that required dialogue in Ancient from stargate, a language that -- i cannot stress this enough -- is not even real. i'm like "well maybe i'll study latin for three years and then analyze all the episodes where they speak it to reverse engineer the differences so i can write the bastardized space latin correctly" GIRL WHY. JUST FUCK IT UP.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

first completed story that i recall would have been star trek voyager in my early teens, and by the grace of rural internet and some kind of prescient sense of self-preservation, it does not live online. first internet-published fic was several years later, for the x-files. for better or worse, that one can still be found.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i think pieces (stargate atlantis, sheppard/weir, catharsis through sex pollen) might be the new best, and i had a lot of fun writing erasers on pencils (stargate sg-1, clone!sam/jack, catharsis through truancy).

i am sure many of my fic-writer-meme friends have done this already but @ussjellyfish if your answers have changed since whenever you did it last; i'd love to hear how @havocthecat, @anretc, and @coraclavia would answer this; and blowing dandelion meme seeds over the fence to the mash fandom: @remyfire!

#when i say i write short one-shots i just did some napkin math #and my average word count is below 3k and several of my longest 'fics' are collections #NOT BEATING THE ALLEGATIONS #fic asks #mai fic #i think i might find this under one of those tags the next time someone tags me so i will know for sure i've done it...

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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Hi! I never want to be a bother, but I love the way you write, and I would absolutely love if you wrote a Lucien x reader where the reader has scars (SH or otherwise) and is really insecure and struggles to do anything sexual because of it and I would love it to end in smut (maybe their first time)?? I live for the smut and fluff so both would be perfect. If it's a little too sensitive, that's okay, but I really think you would write this wonderfully! All the love.

Perfect to Me

Lucien x reader

A/n: (this is going to be a long note apologies) Hi! You are not a bother at all, I actually really like this concept and have been wanting to write about something like this for a while and I think Lucien is a good character to do it with. Thank you so much, I’m so happy you like my writing it makes my day every time I read that❤️

Warnings: trauma, injuries, violence, angst, and scars

You sit on your bed holding a pillow to your chest, your knees pulled up tight. You were waiting for Lucien to come over so you could finish your conversation from last night. You were nervous to tell him about your scars, but he had been so open about his.

You had kept what had happened with your sister in the past. Lucien was so supportive of your boundaries concerning your family. But you felt that you needed to do this to take the next step in your relationship with him.

A knock on your apartment door startles you. Jumping out of bed your feet move quickly to open it. Lucien stands in the hallway, wearing a small smile and holding a bouquet of violets. “Hi love.” he walks in and kisses you on the forehead. He hands you the bouquet.

“Thank you, Lu. They're lovely.” You pad over to the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers, placing them in the center of the table. Lucien was standing in the doorway waiting patiently for you.

You walk up to him, picking at your fingers from nerves. “Where do you want to talk? I'm comfortable wherever you're comfortable.” You bite your lip as your eyes dart around the apartment. “Uumm…can we go to my room?” Lucien nods and lets you lead the way.

He was open about how his father abused him and the competition that was forced between him and his brothers. You knew he wouldn't judge you. He wouldn't look down on you or think differently of you. You just had to remember to breathe.

You sit in your previous spot on the bed. Taking the small, soft decorative pillow back in your arms. Lucien takes his boots off and sits cross-legged in front of you. You tug at your dress to make sure your legs are covered. “You don't have to say anything right away. Take your time, I'll stay as long as it takes y/n.”

“Thank you.” You take in a shaky breath and look down. “I know we haven't been super intimate, and I want to take that next step with you. But you've been so open about your past, so I need to be open about mine.” You could tell Lucien was tense.

His mind was racing. He didn't know what to expect next. All he knew was if the next words out of your mouth were that someone hurt you, he was going to hunt them down and make them suffer. He couldn't imagine anyone laying a hand on you for any reason. You were always kind and polite, never complained, and you always included others.

You do your best to keep eye contact with Lucien as you begin trembling. “My family didn't treat me well either. Mostly my older sister, but my parents didn't bother to stop her. My sister was threatened by me. She was very focused on beauty and finding someone in high society to marry.

“She saw me as competition and thought she would get ahead if I was less pretty. Her sadistic idea was to leave anything visible alone like my face or hands. But she would never miss an opportunity to put me down. For years I've worked on building my self-confidence and I've done a really good job.” You feel tears pricking your eyes.

You swallowed them back. “One day she snapped and went absolutely mental on me. She cornered me in my room, screaming that she saw me talking to some boy she had her eye on. She had stolen our father's dagger.” At this point, Lucien was fuming. Angry tears were falling from his eyes while you were trying to keep yours in. Your eyes glassed over from the water building on your lash line.

“She pushed me and nearly ripped my nightgown off. I was pinned and couldn't move. As she kept screaming at me she cut up my legs. When she was done she just looked down at me and said, ‘They might find you beautiful at first, but no one wants damaged goods. Anyone takes one look at your legs and they'll be repulsed.’ My maid found me a few minutes later and called the healers. They fixed me, no problem, but she went deep enough to scar.”

Lucien reached out to hold your face in his tan, calloused hands. Looking at you with understanding and love in his eyes. “I want to be with you, like that Lucien, I just had to tell you before we did anything.” He leaned his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes. You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders by telling him.

“You are so brave y/n. For surviving and for trusting me enough to tell me. You deserve all the love I give you and more.” You give him a soft smile. Pulling back from his embrace you wipe at your eyes. Lucien moves back a smidge to give you space.

“Can I show you?” You ask cautiously. You've seen his scars and even though he was supportive of you, your sister's voice still lingered in the back of your mind calling you ugly and damaged and unwanted. Lucien stares at you with doe eyes. “Of course love. And your scars don't change how I feel about you. You will always be perfect to me.”

You give him a tight nod and sit so you can pull your skirt up. As you slowly reveal your scarred legs to Lucien you look anywhere but his face. You don't know if you could stomach his reaction, no matter how he felt.

You stop at your hips and stare at your legs. “Can I touch you?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. You nod, swallowing hard. You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath.

Lucien places a hand on each thigh, gently caressing the rough skin. “These don't scare me y/n. These prove how brave you are and that you didn't let your past define you. I don't know how anyone wouldn't want you after knowing you. Any male that is ‘disgusted’ by them isn't a real male.” You blink your eyes open slowly, letting air down your throat again.

Grabbing Lucien’s chin you connect your lips with his. The kiss was soft and passionate. Lucien let you lead, he made sure you knew you were in control, letting you set the pace. You pulled back, your eyes fluttered open scanning his face.

Your heavy breaths mixed as you both leaned forward again. “Let me show you how much I love you y/n. Let me show you how you should be worshipped. Let me show you these are nothing to be ashamed of.” Lucien said against your lips. You nod, “Please Lu.”

Your eyes were full of lust as Lucien laid you down with all the care in the world. “Can I take this off?” “Yes.” He lightly lifts your back off the bed, unzipping and slipping your dress off over your head. He places you back down and slips his own shirt off.

Lucien runs his hands down your sides to your thighs. “So beautiful.” he breathes out. Your cheeks heat at the praise. It felt nice to be exposed like this to him, to finally be your true self with him. You reach out a hand and stroke his scar-flecked, sculpted chest, “Beautiful,” you breathe back.

He smiles at you, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. Lucien moves to hover over your legs. He places soft kisses from your right knee up to your thigh, then moves to show the same love to your left leg.

You reveled in the gentle touches he gave you, at how good his lips felt on you. The left a comfortable heat in their wake. Making you feel relaxed.

You stop him before he can go any further. You gently tug at his long red locks. He looks up at you, worried he's done something wrong. “I love you, Lucien.” He places a kiss on your tummy, staring at you through his lashes. “I love you too, y/n.”

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader imagine #acotar reader fic #acotar imagine #lucien acotar #acotar fic #lucien vanserra x you #lucien vanserra x reader #lucien vanserra #lucien x reader #lucien x you

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kanekisfavoritegf · 1 year

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Addicted

COD GHOST my lil baby girl

this is kinda like a lazy pt 2 to the Dubai one I wrote.

Ghost and reader are safe in a military base and are now getting ready to go there separate ways.

UNEDITED AND NOT PROOF CHECKED

Warnings: Smut, Oral, m receiving, dry humping if you squint.

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“Fucking hell.” Ghost would whimper out lowly, bringing his large hand to your thigh as you finished cleaning a cut on his upper arm.

“Stay still, Riley.” You said, eyebrows furrowed in focus as you continued cleaning.

You sat next to him in an empty tent. You had just gotten back from your failed mission in Dubai. You and Ghost hadn’t talked about what had taken place at the abandoned furniture store since you had been rescued.

You had offered to clean and change his wound before you, and he went your separate ways. The air was thick and full of tension, and you could feel yourself getting wetter as his hand squeezed at your thigh each time he felt too much pain.

“You almost done?” He’d asked with a groan.

“Yes, I am almost done. But you know, I would have finished sooner if you had just stayed still.”

“Where have I heard that before.” He scoffed a little.

“Don’t be gross.” Once you had just finished applying the bandage, you gave the man a gentle squeeze on his arm, watching as his eyes shut in pain. You smirked a little at the sound of a faint moan. “I didn't take you for the masochist type.”

“Shut up.” His voice came off in a warning manner.

“Since you've been in a lot of pain, how bout I help you out? Hm?” Dropping to your knees, you flashed a toothy grin his way.

“Just make it quick, okay? I have to leave soon, and I don't need people asking about me fucking the rookie.” You rolled your eyes at his statement.

His eyes, the only indicator of his emotions, bore into yours as you slowly pulled his semi-hard length out of his pants. Pulling it slowly once or twice before spitting it down onto him.

You felt his thighs twitch and flex as you finally put your mouth to work. You gave him a lick from base to tip, following the outline of a particularly prominent vein that ran along the side of his dick. You watched in complete arousal as he let out a loud whine, his head falling back in pleasure, making you want to tease him just a little more.

“Be quiet. You don't wanna get caught, do you?” giving a teasing bite to his tip. Not at all with force. Just enough pressure to call his attention to you.

Ghost's hand flung to his mouth as he attempted to muffle a particularly loud moan that came over him as you finally took him in your mouth fully.

“Please.” He whispered out; you weren't sure what exactly he was begging for, but either way, it did something to you. You could feel yourself clenching over nothing. Your body was yearning for his touch, and all because you were giving him a simple blowjob.

You kept at it, sucking and licking all over his erect dick, raising your hands to cup and squeeze his balls. All the while you practically humped the air, hoping that the tightness of your pants would provide you with enough friction to keep you satisfied.

Simon’s hand was now placed and the back of your head. Guiding you along his length as he began to thrust up into your mouth. You did your best not to choke as he began to fuck your mouth sporadically.

“Swallow it all. I don’t want to have to clean up the mess.” He grunted as you struggled to breathe. You felt your vision become blurred with tears as you swallowed every last drop of his thick cum.

You are addicted to the taste of him, and you still haven't even seen his face.

#ghost thirst #cod ghost thirst #cod ghost smut #simon riley thirst #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #simon riley #ghost smut #ghost cod #ghost cod smut

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ateriblewriter · 9 months

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A Day at the Beach (baby ducky)

requested: yes!! i loved this idea but i feel like parts of this could be better, i might rewrite part of this when it's not 4am.

warnings: none?

enjoy! let me know what you guys think! (please)

a/n: please note this takes place before the hughes lake house incident, back when the water with fish in it was okay.

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jamie had been telling baby duck that they could go to the beach for a while now, but with their busy summer schedule and his off season training the trip kept getting put off. he promised her they would go when uncle trevor got back and seeing that he just got back late the night before, today was the day.

one the many challenges of the day was getting the sunscreen on the little bugger. because if kinsley jo drysdale inherited anything from her father it was the pale skin that needs spf 5000 to not get burnt to a crisp. and like every other child duck did not like the goop applied to said pale skin.

"come one ducky stay still. it'll only take a minute if you do. then we can play."

the little girl fought her father and uncle as they both tried to apply the skin protectant on her arms, legs, and face. jamie was rubbing it in on her face when she moved her head and he accidentally got it in her eye. big crocodile tears threatened to fall down her cheeks with the stinging she felt in her eye.

jamie took a chance to explain the to the child as best he could that if she didn't move, the sunscreen wouldn't have hurt her. he cleaned ducky's eye the best he could before finishing the task at hand. once completed though it was time to play in the warm sand and cool water.

"look baby." jamie pointed out the small fish swimming around in the shallow waters. a few of them floated close the little child's bare feet, "kissing" them ever so lightly.

"fishy! is nemo daddy?" baby duck giggled, the biggest smile creeping onto her face.

"uh not quite duck. nemo lives far away in a sea ane-m ane anemone." jamie chuckling as he struggled with the word. not that the child would have cared but it was still funny.

the child loved the little creatures. she enjoyed playing with them, it was like a little game to her. she would kicked her feet and they would all scurry away, but then swarm her toes again when she stopped.

eventually duck got tired and splashed down in the water. trevor joined the father daughter duo, bringing over a couple of water toys including a ball, a water wheel and a few other age appropriate things.

"come on duck it's time for a little lunch." the child's father suggested. he didn't want to disrupt her peacefully playing, but by this time the three of them had been out there for a few hours and a little break was needed

"no. daddy. play." she insisted continuing what she was doing. a rumble in her stomach could be heard. duck was a little bit hungry, but was too busy to stop the project she was currently working on.

"how about after a sandwich and some juice?" jamie offered the sippy cup filled with watered down apple juice. kinsley shook her head, ignoring her father and continuing to play in the soft squishy sand.

"grape?" trevor held the frozen fruit pieces in the palm of his hand. they had moved on from bribing her with pieces of candy to bribing her with frozen bits of cut up grapes. they always did the trick.

that got her attention, she loved the sweet frozen fruit. kinsley grabbed a piece munching on sweet cotton candy flavored grape. trevor let her finish the other three slices before offer her a piece of a peanut butter sandwich. she took two bites before asking for more grapes.

once everyone finished their snacks and re-applied a little lotion they got down to the business of building a sandcastle. well jamie actually built it the masterpiece. he sent the little girl and trevor in search of decorations for the masterpiece after duck kept trying to smash the towers he was creating with the help of a molded bucket.

"what this?" duck held up a thing she found in the sand for trevor to examine. she had picked up a couple of little rocks that looked fun, but were ultimately not what they were looking for.

"that would be a rock. not cool enough kiddo. we need to find the really cool things for the castle. like this." the hockey player turned temporary beachcomber picked up the pieces of a broken shell. he let kinsley place them in the red bucket he brought along for their treasures to in.

they found a couple more shells and few pieces of sea glass before the baby duck found the element that would tie the whole sand castle together. showing her father the sand dollar she spotted, he let her put it wherever she wanted. it was perfect, a core memory created.

trevor made the mistake of falling asleep at some point during the day. he woke up the duo covering him in sand. "what are you doing? stop!"

"shh. go back sleep." the three year old cover trevor's eyes with her sandy hands.

"i have to agree with her, it would be much easier if you went back to sleep. we're almost done here." jamie plopped another bucket of the wet sand mixture on the mound that was covering trevor's lower half.

trevor conceded and let them finish. he just knew he was going to have sand everywhere when he eventually got up. but watching the two laugh and bond over the fun they were having was worth it.

eventually all fun things must come to an end. lucky for jamie and trevor, baby ducky was too tired to put up much of a fight when it was suggested that they pack up to head home. in fact she fell asleep not too long into the drive, a slight smirk on her lips and the sand dollar in her hand.

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