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leaderwonim · 3 months

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WHAT’S YOUR ETA ?!

pairing. exbf’s best friend!heeseung x fem!reader

summary. although heeseung’s always believed in bro code, he can’t help but call you when he sees your boyfriend, park sunghoon, cheat on you with some girl at a party. don’t worry though, heeseung can prove he’s much better than sunghoon.

“Hey! Y/N?” The voice of Lee Heeseung comes through your phone, his camera shaky and pointed at the ground which was covered in what you can only assume is confetti.

“Heeseung?” You say quietly, rubbing your eyes as you sat up from your bed. “Don’t you have a performance later?”

“I cannot believe this,” you recognize the voice of Park Jongseong, who recently became close friends with you after discovering you both liked cooking.

“Isn’t that your boyfriend?” Heeseung moves the camera view from the floor towards the pool of a house you don’t know, zooming into what looks like your boyfriend, Park Sunghoon, talking to another girl.

“Hurry up and get over to Lia’s house!” Jongseong says, eyebrows furrowed. “Oh my God—look at them.”

When the camera finally clears, you realize it’s Yuna standing next to your boyfriend, touching and grazing his arms while he smiles down at her.

Unable to handle it any longer, you practically jump up from the bed, running into your bathroom with your phone in hand.

“Hey, me and Jongseong have to perform,” Heeseung speaks up. “We’ll call you back!”

Heeseung hangs up the FaceTime, and you want to slam your head against your mirror when the sleepiness wears off and you let what you just saw sink into your brain.

“It’s always the girl that he tells you not to worry about,” you say grumpily, brushing your teeth so harshly that the toothbrush practically falls out of your mouth.

By the time Heeseung and Jongseong finish their performance, the crowd was cheering like crazy, but they were both too concerned as to where you were to care.

“Hey Hee!”

The voice of Park Sunghoon almost makes the two boys fall back first into the pool, but luckily Jongseong gripped the back of Heeseung’s shirt tightly so they wouldn’t trip.

“What’s up?” Heeseung chuckles nervously, eyes wandering around to see if Yuna was hanging around nearby.

He knew Park Sunghoon all too well to know that he was most likely going to take Yuna to his house after Lia’s party. Sunghoon was his best friend, but that doesn’t automatically mean Sunghoon was a good person.

“Your performance was killer, man.” Sunghoon pats Heeseung’s back, “you too Jongseong, the way you dance was just flawless.”

“Mhm.” Jongseong tries his best to smile at Sunghoon, which didn’t work because it looks like he was constipated.

“Okay.” Sunghoon awkwardly smiles, patting Heeseung’s back one more time before descending back into the crowd.

“What was that?” Heeseung says, laughing so hard he has to clutch his stomach. “Your eyes were twitching and you looked like you’re gonna poop!”

“Shut up!” Jongseong pushes the older boy back in annoyance. “I didn’t want to speak with that cheater, Y/N’s my friend.”

It was as if Jongseong’s mention of your name spawned you to the party because there you were, walking up to them with the angriest look a woman could have.

“Where is he?” You say, scanning the crowd with a glare.

“Whoa there,” Heeseung places both his hands on your shoulders, “do you really want to do this here? I don’t want Sunghoon to embarrass you.”

“Who says I’m going to end it?” You say, challenging the two boys who’s jaws practically drop to the ground.

“What? Cmon! He’s real bad Y/N, just end it.” Jongseong begs.

“He’s right,” Heeseung says, bambi eyes dosing down at you. “Don’t indulge him.”

“Promise me you’ll pop his tires with me if he embarrasses me?” You ask Jongseong, who automatically nods as he lets out a small giggle.

“Popping his tires and keying his car.”

“Okay,” you take a deep breath. “I’ll do it.”

You spot Park Sunghoon easily now, it wasn’t so hard when Shin Yuna was all up on him.

“Sunghoon!” You yell, which attracts the bystanders nearby. “You cheating bitch!”

Sunghoon’s expression quickly turns into panic, his face converted into a nervous fit of giggles that past you would’ve found endearing and cute.

“What on earth are you talking about?” He chuckles, grabbing your arm as he smiles at bystanders. “Can we not do this here?”

“Oh we’re doing this here.” You elbow him in the stomach, which works because he groans and loses the grip he had on your arm. “We’re done, over. I’ll mail your shit to you so I don’t have to see you ever again. And if you try to come back, I’ll make sure to have Heeseung beat your ass.”

Sunghoon’s eyebrows furrow and his expression darkens. “Heeseung? Why would my best friend beat my ass for you?”

“Oh, you don’t know?” You grin. “He was the one who told me you were cozying up with Shin Yuna you bastard!”

“Okay—that’s enough,” Yuna steps in, which only fuels your anger even more.

“You’re so lucky I don’t believe in violence.” You spit out at both of them in disgust.

“Oh please, you wouldn’t dare to hit me.”

“But I would.” Sunghoon has no time to react to Heeseung’s words because his face was already met with the older boy’s fist, making him collide with the floor.

“Holy shit!”

“Sunghoon!”

While Yuna’s busy helping Sunghoon off the ground, Jongseong grabs both you and Heeseung, running towards Lia’s backyard door.

“That was fucking amazing.” Jongseong breathes out. “You punched your best friend.”

“Yeah,” Heeseung sucks in a breath when he realizes it’s starting to bruise. “He’s definitely gonna kill me.”

“Not if I kill him first,” you mumble, carefully grabbing ahold of Heeseung’s hand. “We’re gonna need to bandage your hand. Come to my house.”

Jongseong watches with a smirk as you still hold onto Heeseung’s hand. He walks behind the two of you, happy that you were finally with someone better than Sunghoon.

“This has happened more than once, hasn’t it?” You say, frowning as you patted Heeseung’s bruising hand with ointment.

“I saw it before but you weren’t there,” Heeseung says, sucking in his breath. “I didn’t want to believe Sunghoon was cheating on you so I waited to see if he was gonna do it again. And he did.”

“What an asshole,” Jongseong adds in. “I’m gonna key his daddy’s money Mercedes Benz.”

The three of you laugh, the sadness of the situation wearing down slowly.

“Thanks for telling me Hee,” you say, finally making eye contact with him. “I know you guys were friends for a while.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I won’t do what’s right.” Heeseung sighs. “Remember when you couldn’t come to Jongseong’s birthday because he wanted you to help him with economics homework?”

Jongseong lets out a gasp. “Oh my gosh, now that Heeseung’s mentioned it, you did miss my birthday because of that fucker!”

“And remember when I got into trouble? He ditched me even though I’m the closest friend he has.” Heeseung chuckles bitterly. “Or when I got broken up with and Sunghoon told you not to comfort me because it wasn’t your place.”

“I now realize how much power he had over me,” you say, lips curving into the saddest frown Heeseung’s ever seen.

“Hey—it’s okay.” He reassures you. “You were being manipulated by him, it’s not your fault.”

“It’s really not!” Jongseong yells from the living room.

You two roll your eyes at his small commentary, and when you lock eyes again, Heeseung can’t help but break into a smile, admiring how beautiful you looked.

“You deserve better.” Heeseung says breathily.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” His eyes trail down to your lips before looking up at you with those brown bambi eyes again. “You deserve better like me.”

Heeseung doesn’t have to say it twice before you’re crashing your lips onto his, the shriek of Park Jongseong and a cup breaking goes unnoticed by the two of you.

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sunsetsimon · 1 month

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not smutty but, what do you think the boys love languages are?

(sorry if you already answered this)

also, love your blog and so relieved to hear that you’re okay🩷🩷

thank you so much darling <3

johnny's love language is physical touch. he feels most connected to you when he's able to cuddle, hug, and hold you. deployments become harder the longer you're together as he doesn't want to be gone as long. phone calls and letters matter to him greatly of course, but all he can think about is having you back in his arms.

some of his favorite things to do are giving you massages, showering/bathing together, cuddling, and holding hands. he's always sneaking his hand under the table to grab yours, pulling it to rest on his thigh so he can play with your fingers. lightly rubbing each knuckle, his soft touch tickles you, a silent way for him to say "i love you".

his favorite place for you to touch him is on the back of his neck.

simon's love language is quality time. all he wants to do is be around you, even if there's no talking involved. having your presence calms him and makes him feel complete. you constantly catch him staring at you, his eyes following you every time you move around the room as if he'd miss something. don't even think about being slick about something, simon will see it!

his favorite part of the day is winding down in bed with you, reading his book while you lay beside him, searching for a show to watch on the tv. if you're going out to do something, he automatically assumes that he'll be going with you. what do you mean you're going to the store without him? :( of course he still gives you your space, but if you ask him, he'll say he doesn't need any.

si is clingy in his own little ways <3

kyle's love language is words of affirmation. he loves to talk to you, sharing new thoughts and facts with each other constantly. he’s listening of course, keeping every word locked in a special corner of his mind, dedicated for you. but he can’t help but get distracted by your beauty. those lips that he loves to kiss so much, your facial expressions that he loves to read, your gestures that he loves to watch, kyle is so smitten.

“you’re so beautiful,” he says randomly, after you’ve just spent the last few minutes explaining the book you’ve been reading. it takes you aback, blinking at him until you realize what he’d said.

“thank you,” you blush, completely forgetting what you’d just been saying. his gaze suddenly feels intense, the love radiating off of his body and filling the room.

“c’mere and give me a kiss.”

john's love language is acts of service. no matter how much you beg him to relax, he feels the constant need to be doing something. and what better to stay busy with than doing everything for his partner? if he knows that it’ll take you energy to do it, he’s making sure it gets done before you can even think about it!

keeping the bills in order, cleaning, cooking dinner, grocery shopping, you name it - john’s on it. he doesn’t particularly enjoy doing mundane life things, but he feels fulfilled when he’s able to take care of you in more ways than just financially.

you have to beg him to just relax with you, to order take out and cuddle while watching random movies all night. of course he can’t resist you though, anything to make his partner happy :)

könig's love language is physical touch! he's not one for PDA, but he will rest his hand at the small of your back just to guide you and keep you close. good luck escaping him at home though, because he'll find any excuse to touch you!

back hugs, gripping your thigh, washing you in the shower, he wants it all. könig is huge, about twice the size of most humans, so he uses this to his advantage to trap you in bed with him. his body pins you to the mattress, forcing you to submit to his nonstop cuddles.

“where are you trying to go? everything you need is right here,” he says, pointing to himself as you squirm underneath him.

“the restroom isn’t! so let me go pee!”

#these are so bad um #grossing myself out #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #könig x reader #john price x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader

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empresskylo · 1 year

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ghost headcanons?!! 🙏🥹

headcanons involve reader being referred to as "she" and afab.

♡ it took you a while to even realize simon was interested in you. the man does not communicate well. my guy would stare at you and you’d think he’s pissed off, but really he’s just trying to get your attention. he’d tease you during missions and you’d just assume he’s being kinda mean. he'd roll his eyes at stupid remarks you'd make, not knowing he was smiling under his mask. he seemed to avoid any direct training with you and you assumed he didn't think you worthy of his time, but really, he just wasn't sure what he'd do if he was forced to be that close to you... touching you.

♡ it isn’t until one day when you’re sparring with soap that ghost steps in. you’re busy tackling soap to the ground, both of you bursting out into a fit of giggles as you straddle him. when simon enters the room his fist automatically tightens. when soap looks up, he immediately stops laughing and shoves you off of him (affectionately). later that night, johnny approaches simon. “hey, Lt. just so you know, there’s nothing between me and—“ “why is that any of my business?” johnny looks at him, his eyebrows quirking upwards. “you know why.” simon grumbles something and storms off.

♡ the day you actually realize ghost likes you is when you’re walking around base in far less clothing than usual. Normally you were either all geared up, covered head to toe, or in a more relaxed sweat attire for relaxing around base. But today there was a heat wave. your hair was down, clinging to your face from the sweat, your abdomen exposed as you walked by him in a cropped tank, your small spandex shorts riding up. ghost did a double take. you teased him (not thinking anything of it; you would have teased any of the men.) “like what you see, Lt.?” ghost glared at you, unable to say anything. your eyes widened. shit, he actually did like what he was seeing.

♡ he is a very, very jealous man. he's not insecure or anything like that, he just can't help but seethe when he sees you acting a little too friendly with anyone else. he wants that side of you all to himself. he also can't stand watching other men come onto you, or acting a little too handsy. he's often ready to chop a man's hand off just for even thinking about flirting with you.

♡ one day as you're just strolling around base, heading to the gym for some training, gaz spied you, looking you up and down. he nudged ghost, who was standing beside him, in a check-her-out gesture; y’know, typical guy stuff. when gaz looked up, ghost was already glaring down at him, not nodding in agreement like he thought he would be. gaz choked, extremely uncomfortable under Lt.‘s death glare (no one likes when ghost had that fury in his eyes). “don’t look at her like that ever again.” gaz raised his hands, a bit panicked, not sure what he did wrong. “okay, shit.” “i’m serious, gaz. i will fucking kill you.” (always the dramatics with ghost.)

♡ you were rather close with soap, and so was simon, but it still bothered him seeing you two together. simon watched as your face visibly blushed at some remark soap made. that alone infuriated him. But then the two of you burst into giggles, your hand reaching out and grabbing soap’s forearm as you leaned forward, laughing. shortly after, you found your way to simon brooding in the corner. “what’s up your ass?” you asked teasingly, but simon wasn’t feeling the same humor as you were. “oh, i’m sorry,” he said with sarcasm, “should i be smiling and jumping up and down with joy as i watch my girlfriend’s face flush as she sits there giggling with another man?” you were surprised—not because simon was acting jealous, but because it was over soap of all people. you and simon both were friends with johnny. “simon…” you said breathlessly, getting him to look down at you, his eyes immediately softening as he looked at you. he sighed, “i know, i know,” he said raising his hands to rub the back of his head. “i just can’t help it. i hate seeing you respond to others like how you respond to me,” his hand came out and cupped your jaw, his thumb resting on your lower lip. “i jus' want you all to myself.”

♡ ghost is needy (-: he’s just a big brute of a man who likes leaning into your chest as you cradle his head, running you hands through his hair, relaxing him. nothing wrong with that.

♡ i mean, this man has some serious trauma, so it’s safe to say the first time you ever comforted him, he was… surprised. unsure of what to do or how to react. he wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction from you. and at first he was put off. he didn’t need that kind of coddling, he was supposed to be an anchor for you, not the other way around. but he succumbed to your soft touches and gentle words, eventually tearing up, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, your lap, or your chest while you would run fingers through his hair or rub his back, caressing him as much as you could. and eventually, that became something simon craved. sought out. dreamt about. god, he never would have thought he’d be the type of person who would seek out your comforting hugs, wanting to hold you close against his chest as your fingers danced across his skin. or when you’d lay next to him in bed, you’d stroke his jaw, run your thumb over his lips, rest your hands on his chest right above his heart, and simon would shut his eyes, feeling his own form of safety in your arms.

♡ and yes he loves to cuddle and hold you close, but sometimes it felt so fucking good to be held by you. if you were laying on the couch, he’d crawl on top of you, stopping to rest his head on your chest, his heavy body squishing you, his arms coming up to wrap around you as he lay on top of you, your hands twirling strands of his hair.

♡ but he also loved to hold you in his arms and comfort you. there was something so powerful in feeling needed by someone else. he both loved and hated it. but mostly loved it. he liked to be the big spoon, pulling you against his chest, curling into you, literally engulfing you. his favorite thing was when you would sit on his lap though. sometimes you'd lay in his lap, like if you were watching tv, and sometimes you'd come to him, straddle him, and he'd wrap his arms around you, letting you nuzzle into his neck while he traced circles on your back under your shirt.

♡ simon, as much as he attempts to act all stoic and emotionless, is actually very emotional and passionate.

♡ i mean, just by seeing how jealous he gets says a lot. but he also feels other strong emotions. like anger and love.

♡ when ghost realized he loved you, it ate him up from the inside. he had this burning, heady love for you and he didn’t know how to show it. everyone around him seemed capable of expressing their feelings, so why couldn’t he? he just wasn't used to it. he suppressed emotions close to him for so long, it was hard to let them back out again. he would usually profess his love for you when he's had too much to drink. or late at night while you were curled into him after a long mission. it was always after long and difficult missions that he wanted to tell you how he felt the most. he'd usually whisper it in your ear, reminding you how much he cares for you. you'd tell him that you're not going anywhere and simon would squeeze you tighter in response. just those few simple words meant so much to him. he couldn't stand the idea of losing you.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖

♡ size kink! size kink! size kink! he's very comfortable in his stature and he is so obsessed with being bigger than you. he loves how tiny your hands look in his. loves having to look down at you, especially when you're mad at him because having to look up at him made you feel silly while you were trying to yell at him. and his stupid smirk didn't help.

♡ and i'm just gonna say it, my guy has a big dick. like the energy matches what's in the pants. and he really enjoys watching you squirm under him while he bottoms out. it always takes a bit to fit him inside and he never gets over that. the way you whimper every fucking time drives him mad.

♡ praise kink!!!! yes sir. he loves to praise YOU. its his favorite thing. its so crazy to him that when he's balls deep inside you, his cute little comments about how good you feel or how pretty you are, makes you blush/get all shy. "you're being so good for me, baby." "god, you feel so fucking amazing." "you're so damn tight." "good girl." "just like that." "fuck, the sounds you're making are so hot." "i'm not gonna last much longer if you keep doin' that, love."

♡ he also likes to call you such cute pet names. it's a nice juxtaposition to the dark, rough exterior he presents. especially when he likes to tease and make crude jokes with the guys. but then he'll whisper something to you so no one else can hear and he'll call you 'princess.'

♡ his favorite names to call you: pet, princess, love, sweet girl!!!! god damn, just hearing his thick accent calling you those names has me swooning. his favorite to use while you're having sex is pet and sweet girl. "gimmie those eyes, sweet girl." "gettin' shy on me now, pet?" other names he likes to call you, just not as regularly: "baby, baby girl, little *insert cute animal here* (little fox, little dove, little doe), sunshine.

♡ he likes when you call him pet names even though he might pretend to hate it. loves specifically being called: my love, handsome, bear, cutie (he'll give you shit for this one, but he always has a shit-eating grin on under his mask when you call him that), big guy.

♡ he's dominant. like so dominant. he likes to be in control. he likes to watch you whither beneath him. he likes to know he's the one doing this to you. the only one. "tell me i'm the only- fuck -one. tell me I'm the only one who makes you come like this."

♡ enjoys missionary a lot because he can look at you in the eyes. he definitely likes to be making eye contact while he fucks you. which is super important to him, especially considering how fucked up his past is, he needs this kind of trust and closeness when he's fucking you.

♡ doggy style is fun, and his hands always leave bruises on your hips. but usually when he takes you from behind, you're both standing. that or he has you bent over something.

♡ he likes to fuck you from behind while standing, his hand gripped around your neck, pulling you up to him so he can see your face and kiss your neck.

♡ he is very much a tease. he likes to torture you all day, making you beg for it at the end of the night. you on your knees is his favorite sight. "tell me what you want, love." "you're gonna have to ask nicer than that." "beg for it."

♡ simon had you on your knees before him, your pants missing but your shirt still in place, your hands twisting the hem of it as you looked at him. his hand came out to stroke your chin, tilting it towards him as he rubbed his thumb along your lower lip. "what do you want from me, pet?" he asked, tilting his head as he appraised you. you gulped. "you." your words were whispered, a cynical smirk forming on simon's lips. "you're gonna have to be more specific than that." you were about to just demand he fuck you, you were getting so impatient, but you knew he only would if you asked sweetly. your face felt hot, shy all of a sudden. simon knew you got shy when he made you beg, and fucking hell, he loved seeing you like that. "i want you to fuck me, simon." he smiled, kicking up a brow. "please," you added. "well since you asked nicely," he said undoing his belt. "but first, you'll have to earn my cock." he lowered his pants and freed himself, his tip already glistening in precum. his hand slid down your jaw and pushed fallen strands of hair behind your ear. "open up that pretty little mouth of yours," he cooed.

#ghost #simon riley #ghost headcanons #simon riley headcanons #smut #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost smut #simon riley smut

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morlao · 4 months

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Sisterly advice

▪︎Luke Castellan x fem!reader

▪︎daughter of Aphrodite

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You and Luke have always been close. So close, in fact, that newcomers automatically assumed that you were dating. The surprised look on their faces when the older campers told them you weren´t, was according to your siblings hilarious.

It's evening and you're sitting on your bed, your legs crossed, while Silena is braiding your hair.

Of all your half-siblings she is your favourite one. Loving, gentle and kind. She is the perfect definition of a daughter of Aphrodite, as she embodies everything that comes to your mind when you think about love - and you want others to feel the same way. They should also think of her and not your other siblings with their childish plays and cruel rituals of breaking others hearts. Maybe they themselves don´t understand what it means being the child of love.

Silena´s fingers run gently through your hair, parting it and intertwining the individual strands together.

“So… what about Charlie?”

You don't have to see her face to know that a smile flashes across her lips at his name. “What about him?”

“Did he finally ask you out?”

She laughs, trying to pretend that she finds the idea absurd. “We are just friends.”

You turn around and give her a look that expresses your opinion about it all too clearly. Don´t try to fool me, darling. I see what´s going on between the two of you!

Again, Silena laughs, gently turning your head forward again to finish the braid. “Okay, other topic. What about you and Luke?”

You copy her laugh. “What about us? We´re just friends.”

You could feel her rising her eyebrows. “Let me give you some sisterly advice: Just friends don´t look at each other like that.”

“Who did you quote? That sentence is so cliché!”

She laughs, taking a hair tie from your bedside table and wrapping it around your braid. “Well… maybe it is but it totally fits you and Luke.”

You turn around, giving her a skeptical look.

Silena shrugs and sits down beside you. “I mean… have you seen his smile when he looks at you? Also he constantly finds excuses to touch you. He improves your posture in archery, even though you are at least as good at it as he is. And – “ she looks at you triumphantly, “He gives you a kiss on the cheek every time he greets you or says goodbye.”

You feel your cheeks flush and cross your arms, trying to think of a counter argument. “A lot of people do that.”

“Yeah, but you´re the only one where Luke does that. Haven´t you noticed?”

To be honest: no, you haven´t. But now as you think about it in detail... it is true. When Luke greets one of the other girls, he just smiles at them.

“In addition, he immediately drops everything when he sees you”, Silena adds, “Yesterday he left in the middle of training because he saw you walking by and wanted to talk to you. Or on Friday, he was in the middle of a conversation with Chris and you waved at him. And what did he do? Exactly, he immediately jogged over. Also last week…”

“Enough!” You laugh, trying to make her shut up by covering her mouth.

Silena dodges you, laughing as you reach into the void. "He let you draw hearts on his sneakers! He watches the sunset with you! He bought you a bracelet for your birthday! You know, I could go on with this for hours." She steps closer, cupping your cheeks with her hands. “Believe me, sis: He´s in love with you!” Her voice is melodic, angel like even. Loving, gentle and kind.

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks and embarrassed you pulls away and cover your face with your hands. “I´m pretty sure he isn´t! You´re overinterpreting!”

“Nope, I´m a daughter of Aphrodite, I can feel it!”

“So am I! And I don't feel anything!”

Silena grabs her cherry lipstick. “Your reaction makes me think that you like him too!”

Did you like him? You weren´t sure. Of course he meant the world to you, but did you like him more as than a friend? Wouldn´t that be weird kissing him since you know him for so long?

"I'm not sure", you finally manage to say, rolling off your bed and taking a look at the clock. Fortunately, you can at least put the topic off for today. "Oh, damn! Come on, we are already late!”

Silena grabs your hand and leads you outside of cabin 10. It´s already dark and in the distance you can see the flickering flames of the campfire. Most of the campers seem to have already gathered there, their drink in their hands and a smile on their lips as they talk to their siblings and friends.

“Finally!”, one of the Apollo girls greets you.

Chris Rodriguez grins. “Why are the Aphrodite girls always late?”

That is definitely not true! You're not always late. Just most of the times. God, you hate being a cliché.

Luke lifts his head as he hears his brother say “Aphrodite girls”. He spots you and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. Immediately he walks up to you and hugs you, his lips placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

From the corner of your eye you can see Silena rising an eyebrow, as if to say "Well, what did I say?"

“You look amazing”, Luke whispers in your ear, before breaking away from the hug and greeting Silena with a smile. “Charlie is already waiting for you!”, he grins, nodding towards said boy.

Silena giggles, before walking over to him. Gods, it was so obvious that she was head over heels for him.

Luke takes your hand and leads you over to his place next to Chris, where he had already a blanket spread out for the two of you. “Mylady” He pretends to bow.

You can feel your cheeks blush as you sit down. “Thank you so much, Mister!”

Gods, somehow Luke always manages to put a smile on your face. You sit down and stretch out your legs, feeling the comforting heat of the fire.

As Luke takes a seat next to you, you can feel him slide closer, his arm touching yours. Feeling him beside you was comforting, the closest feeling you had to "home".

Luke Castellan. You tilt your head back and look up at the stars as if you expect to see his name engraved up there. You have always liked his name. Luke Castellan. It feels like a secret incantation on your lips.

You can feel his eyes on you. The flickering flames make his face look almost golden. Golden boy. Why didn´t you notice before how handsome he is?

The next song starts and immediately everyone joins in. They lie in each other's arms and rock back and forth, bawling Country roads.

Well, maybe it was just because Silena had told you, but Luke really seems to find exuses for touching you. He leans against you, his arm around your shoulders - even after the song has already ended. You enjoy feeling him so close next to you. The heat he radiates. His soft skin against yours. The realization hits you straight in the face. You had fallen in love with your best friend.

He looks at you and you can't help but smile. Fascinating how beautiful an evening with a campfire could be. For a moment it feels like gods and monsters didn't exist. For a moment everything seems peaceful.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” You can feel Luke´s warm breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear.

Your heart skips a beat. Did he notice the way you looked at him? Did he suspect something? Was Silena wrong? “Sure!”

Your voice sounds more enthusiastic than you feel.

Luke takes your hand and leads you away from the campfire, away from the singing and the laughter of the others.

You look at him, smiling nervously. “Sooo… what is it? Or did you just want to escape singing Knocking on heavens door.”

He shakes his head, laughing. “No, why would I want to miss Drew´s wonderful voice?”

You cringe at the thought of your sister singing louder than everyone else – and on top of that terribly wrong. She doesn't hit a single note.

“No, actually… Y/N…” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words. “Gods, you´re so beautiful.”

It´s not the first time that somebody told you that. In fact, being a daughter of Aphrodite, you had heard it thousands of times already.

Still his words felt special to you. Special because he wasn´t just anybody. Ä

He was Luke. Your best friend Luke. Luke who was always there for you, who comforted you when you had trouble with your family, who managed to make you laugh when you lay in your bed crying your eyes out over something your stepmother had said. Luke who you trusted with all your heart.

“I wanted to ask you if you'd like to go on a picnic tomorrow?” He avoids looking at you.

Why is he so shy about going on a picnic? That's quite strange since you´d done this a few times before. You had even found your very own spot with a fantastic view over the sea. There was nothing more beautiful than watching sunsets while drinking juice and eating biscuits. So why does he seem so insecure?

Luke seems to notice your confusion. “I meant as a date”, he clarifies.

You raise your eyebrow, your heart racing. “Are you asking me out?”

“Yeah.”

For a moment you stood there, perplexed. Why was it so obvious to the others while you had no idea?

"So... what do you say?" Luke looks at you, biting his lip nervously. He seems to assume that you aren't answering because you're looking for a way to reject him as gently as possible.

Quickly you step forward, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Yes, I'd love to go on a date with you."

"Really?" Immediately he blushes deeply. That must have slipped out.

"Sure, why wouldn't I?" You giggle, taking his hand. "I've known you for years now. You're kind and brave and one of the most caring people I know."

A laugh escapes his lips. "Wow, if I had known that, I would have asked you way earlier." His hand slowly reaches for your cheek.

You hold your breath as he leans forward and places a soft kiss on your lips. It didn't feel weird at all. The opposite, actually. Seems like sometimes best friends can turn into lovers.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. Soft kisses become more passionate. His hands run through your hair, slowly brushing loose strands out of your face.

When he pulls away a huge smile creeps across his lips. "I love you, Y/N"

You return his smile, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers. "I love you, too."

As you walk back to the campfire holding hands, Silena beams at you. "I told you, Y/N, friends don't look at each other like that."

You shake your head, laughing. "Your advice really is the best."

#percy jackson #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #daughter of aphrodite #silena beauregard

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oracle-of-dream · 2 months

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Favorite Seat

Minors DNI

Summary: Jay never complained when you’d sit on him, for comfort or pleasure. But sometimes, Jay would almost beg you to sit on his lap.

Warnings: Male Reader, Dry humping, PDA, Inscure Sunoo x Sunghoon, Cumming untouched, Slight Exhibitionism

Word count: 1.9K

“Are you ready, babe?” Jay called from downstairs as he paced the living room. He was already dressed for the day out with you.

Jay agreed to go see his friends today and they all encouraged him to bring you. It would be the first time you’d meet them, and he was more than a little anxious.

You walked down the stairs, “just finished. Relax, Jay,” you assured him.

The look in his eyes was a mix of pride and anxiety. “You won’t be cold or anything? I can bring my jacket,” Jay didn’t wait for a response as he was already moving to the closet to get his jacket.

“Hon, I think you’re overreacting. It’ll all be fine,” you kissed his cheek as he brought the jacket to you. “I know everything will be fine. As long as we’re together, tonight will be great.”

Jay nodded his head, his slicked-back hair softly shaking. “You’re right, I don’t know why it’s bothering me so bad. Maybe I just need to breathe,” Jay pulled you into his embrace by the waist as he breathed in your scent. “Better already,” he chuckled as he let you go. He awkwardly shifted in his pants, pulling them up while also raising one leg.

“Really? Hard from just a hug?” You teased.

Jay’s ears went pink, “You just do something to me… I didn’t mean to.” As you reached down to touch your boyfriend, he caught your hand, “Y/n, we can’t! We’re going to be late…”

“We can be quick,” you lean your body against his. His hands automatically fell onto your hips as he felt you grind against him.

“N-No! We can do that later,” Jay struggled against you.

You backed off, “Okay if you think you can hold on. Then I don’t mind.” Jay is the kind of person who was always honest and true to his ideas, so if he promised something later then he’d keep that promise. But you couldn’t help but feel a little want to pounce on him when he was being so cutely vulnerable.

Jay drove you to the meetup. It was a cool restaurant he picked out, one that the two of you had been to before so he knew there would be something you liked. Jay was a nervous planner, down to even who’d arrive in what order. And he was rarely wrong too.

First was Jungwon. He was a shorter boy, with a thin frame but you could tell he was in shape. He was friendly and smiled often, what stood out to you was his bright red hair and how hard he laughed when telling goofy stories.

Next was Sunoo and Sunghoon. A short king and his tall prince. You didn’t want to assume they were a couple, but Sunghoon’s energy towards Sunoo was extremely different from everyone else. Jay would have to fill you in later.

Heeseung, Jake, and Ni-ki came last. Heeseung was the one who had to pick the other two up, so he’d usually end up being late. Especially because Jake would sleep for too long.

After everyone arrived, the food Jay had ordered when you’d gotten there was just arriving. He’d ordered something you mentioned was good from last time as well as new dishes you wanted to try. The others weren’t too picky so they were fine with everything that was brought out.

You were seated on the patio, there was a heater near your chair in case you got cold. Jay also offered his jacket to you four times, probably trying to predict when you’d eventually ask for it.

Sunoo mentioned needed to go to the bathroom, and you felt the urge to go with him. So the two of you, plus his shadow went to the bathroom. Sunghoon didn’t have to go, so he waited outside next to the door.

While washing your hands, Sunoo spoke to you, “So you can Jay, huh?”

“Yeah! What’s the story with tall, pale, and eyebrows outside?” You pointed at the door but whispered hoping Sunghoon wouldn’t hear you.

“We’re an item too,” Sunoo shyly confessed, “None of the members know directly yet, but I have a feeling that Sunghoon isn’t very subtle…”

You shook your head, “I’m afraid he’s exposing you hella.”

Sunoo shrugged, “Well we’re happy. And I’m glad there’s another couple in the group! It felt sorta awkward being the only couple, so we never tried to show it in front of the others…”

“Don’t be shy! Everyone seems nice, and I’m sure everyone would be cool. If you want, I’ll show some PDA to Jay a little too,” you winked.

Sunoo mulled it over, his fingers pinching at his sleeves, “You’d really do it with us?”

You nodded, “Yeah!”

You knew Jay wasn’t much of a PDA person, but he also wouldn’t deny you if you approached him. “Just be natural and it will come to you, and Sunghoon will pick it up,” Sunoo followed you out of the bathroom and Sunghoon followed the two of you back to the table.

Jay looked up at you expectantly, opening his jacket a little. Offering it again…

You whisper to him, “Let me sit with you.”

Jay didn’t hesitate to scoot back and let you sit on his lap, but you could feel his nerves spiking at you approaching him so suddenly. You gently sat in between Jay’s legs as he laid one hand on your thigh and the other on the arm of his chair.

No one said anything, Jake poked Heeseung and pointed at the two of you which made him look up from his food. The two of them smiled at each other, exchanging looks between each other.

You watched Sunoo as he looked at you. Giving him a wink of confidence, you nodded for him to try being physical with his boyfriend.

Sunoo nodded gently and put his hand on Sunghoon’s leg, near his hand. Sunghoon’s expression moved to surprise as he looked at Sunoo for confirmation. Asking if it was okay to touch him.

They exchanged glances, and Sunghoon took Sunoo’s hand in his. His smile was big and didn’t fade, while Sunoo kept interacting with the others.

It was so cute watching them slowly scoot closer together until their chairs were touching. You even caught a glimpse of Jake leaning on Heeseung, which piqued your interest but you decided you’d meddled enough. Jay was getting more comfortable with everyone in front of you. He let his hand sit on your hip and would rub your side to make sure you’re okay.

After the food came the drinks. It had been a while since Jay had drunk with friends, and you’d never seen him drink with his friends.

Heeseung, Jay, and Sunghoon drank the most. Jake tried but wasn’t keeping up, with Jungwon swapping his drink for juice when he wasn’t looking. Ni-Ki and Sunoo entertained themselves by messing with their drink buddies while you sipped at your drink. You felt it was probably best you didn’t get yourself drunk in front of everyone on the first time you met them…

It wasn’t until Jay lifted you and placed you closer to him that you felt how hard he was. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he was sneaking in friction with your ass as he moved in his chair. Nothing to show the others but you could tell he was going to be a handful. You moved back to your chair, claiming it was so he didn’t spill any alcohol on you, but Jay was saddened by not having you with him.

Sunghoon ended up pulling Sunoo out of their seat and into his lap, sitting him on one of his legs. His arm locked around Sunoo’s waist. Sunoo tried to not think about it, but the pink hue in his ears showed how much he was enjoying it.

Jay leaned over to you, “How come they can sit together and we can’t?”

You smelled the alcohol on him, “it’s so you don’t make a mess, baby.”

Jay huffed, “I wouldn’t make a mess.”

You nodded, “Sure, hon.”

Jay leaned back and started man-spreading, almost displaying his bulge for his friends. He wasn’t usually the needy type but drunk Jay sure was. He was almost begging with his eyes for you to sit on him again.

“You’re not going to let this go are you?”

He shook his head, “No, I’m not.”

You sighed as you moved back to his lap, Jay catching you as you moved down onto him. He pulled you close and held you tight, his hardness poking at you.

You turned, “No funny business.”

Jay giggled at you, “You love funny business,” he pushed you down onto him as he pushed his hips up. He groaned in your ear, just loud enough for you to hear, “It’s your fault anyway… It hasn’t gone away since earlier.”

He’d been hard since you left the house? You smiled to yourself, prideful at his love for you.

Jay kept himself pleased by occasionally rubbing against you, but his acting was spot on. No one seemed to notice anything, especially with the other two drunk boys at the table.

Sunghoon started bragging about how amazing of a partner Sunoo was. Jay chimed in mentioning you were the perfect partner. Then Heeseung casually mentioned Jake was better than you and Sunoo combined, leaving the group silent while they processed what they’d just heard.

Jake was the first one to react. “What!? Heeseung, why would you say that, we’re not- Guys we’re not a couple, it’s not like that!” Jake tried to defend himself but Heeseung made it pretty clear he wasn’t to take back what he’d said. He sealed his sentence by kissing Jake on the lips. Then Sunghoon kissed Sunoo.

Jay turned to you, “well?”

“Well, nothing. We’re not here to show off we’re a couple, baby.”

Jay’s shoulders slumped, “Not even one?”

With a sigh, you kissed Jay. His hand pulled you into his pelvis, taking advantage of your position, while his other hand held you to his lips.

Over half the table was making out with each other and Jay was tongue fucking you in front of his friends. You were feeling it until you felt Jay tense and shudder.

You pulled away from him, and spoke in a whisper, “Did you?”

Jay nodded, “I’m sorry, it just- happened.”

“How bad is it?”

Jay moved to let you see while using you to block everyone else’s view. There was a dark spot forming in his denim, and getting bigger.

“Are you still going!?”

Jay bit his lip, holding himself together with strands of sanity. He could only look up at you with slight shame.

You checked on his friends. They’d stopped kissing, and Jungwon and Ni-ki sat laughing at everyone. Sunoo was scolding Sunghoon for being embarrassing. Jake was still trying to deny anything while Heeseung looked like he was trying to dive in for a second round.

This would be the best time to leave.

“Hey guys, it was so awesome getting to me you all, but I think Jay’s ready to go home now,” you announced to the table.

There was an overall mumble of agreement and understanding.

The sober people figured out rides for everyone. You stopped drinking early on and didn’t even finish your drink, so you’d take Jay. Ni-ki would take Jake and Heeseung. Sunghoon and Sunno would ride with Jungwon since both seemed a little too distracted to drive safely.

Everyone went their separate ways as you helped Jay to his feet, covering his pants with his jacket and your body.

In the car, Jay kept whispering how much he loved you as he drifted off to sleep.

At least meeting his friends was interesting…

#oracle of dreams #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #jay enhypen #jay enha #x male reader #x male y/n #x male smut

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imrllytootiredforthis · 9 months

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sub yandere lix is the best type of yan because he's so unexpected, wdym the sweet boy from next door you've known since childhood is actually an obsessed masochist who lives for hair pulling and rough fucking, who doesn't wanna be called sweet names like angel and honey but slut and whore while being fucked by you. I mean the boys so sweet you could've been convinced his blood is honey, so who would've thought you'd walk into the scene you walked into now with Felix on your bed humping your pillow and roughly gripping his perfect strands while moaning out your name assuming you weren't there, which you find hot of course to walk into, but how did he get into your house?

he's literally the best subby yandere, he's like my favourite bc of how sweet and adorable he is too

like baby is just so obsessed and in love with you for as long as he can remember. he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore.

every time he watches a romance movie it's you he's thinking of, a book? you. mommy dommy porn? you.

before you're together he'll probably listen to those asmrs like 'mommy taking care of babyboy' or something. in the beginning he'd taken recordings of your voice in secret that he'd get off to (the meaner the better aka him starting random fights so he can record you yelling at him) before he'd realized that he'd needed something more. he desperately scoured the internet for someone who sounded like you, willing to pay an ungodly amount of money once he did find someone who did. he listens to you but not you every night, hand dipped below his waistband playing with himself, eyes squeezed shut, trying to imagine that it really is you touching him and talking to him.

he'd probably even find the va of the person that sounded like you as well and message them privately, asking them to make different scenarios, rougher things, punishments and degrading terms thrown in. he was always very polite though and paid them a lot for it and they probably appreciated the business.

it's hard and it's not nearly good enough because deep down he knows it's not you. not really.

he knows that and he can never forget that. but sometimes when he falls deep enough into his head, when time and space and pleasure and pain and every little thing melts together and nothing feels real anymore. when he feels like he's actually maybe going insane with want and desire and the desperate feral need to be yours, he can forget for only an instant that he's not.

of course the fantasy only lasts for so long and the post nut clarity/subspace would hit him hard. feeling so guilty and needy, he definitely cries during most of these, just wanting to feel close to you but of course you're not there.

it was one of these times where he goes to your house, but you're not there, not there when he needs you the most.

so he curls up in your bed, wrapping himself in your blanket, your scent surrounding and clouding his mind like a drug, with him taking it in like an addict.

he can't even help himself-not that he really wants to-his body moving on automatic and before he can even catch himself his pants are gone and your pillow is between his legs. the imaginary tone of your voice feeling all too real as he whines, working against the soft fabric almost violently, it's okay though because you still have two more on your bed.

his face up, moans free to roam because he knows that you'd like him more like that, you'd tell him not to hide his pretty noises that you love them too much. you'd love him. you love him.

his neck feels heavy and his eyes squeeze shut, his hands clawing through his hair for some reprieve, for a single strand of sanity in this madness.

and then you're there. standing over him. looking dark and mean and lustful.

he doesn't know if you're real or not, if his insanity desire has reached a peak and something inside of him has finally broke.

but you touch him and talk to him and you feel so, so, so real.

"such a pretty slut~ all pretty strewn out for me~"

tears stream down his face. his thighs burn and his cock throbs.

"a-all for you-only fo-for you, ha~"

and he decides, he doesn't care if it's real or not. it's you and it's always enough if it's you.

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mrsaltieri-real · 9 months

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Like a Virgin pt2 (Virgin!Ethan Landry x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Length: 1.5k

Warning/s: langauge, smut, blowjob, handjob, teasing, Ethan being needy, sub!ethan, dom!reader, teasing, spitting, implied fucking, clit grinding, cum licking (Ethan licks his cum off of readers tits) etc (18+ ONLY)

So here’s part 2! I’m loving writing this and I really liked writing this part. He’s so fucking needy I’m obsessed with him. Hope you enjoy!

Read part 1 HERE

Read part 3 HERE

“I’m assuming no one’s ever done this to you, hmm?” You asked, tugging Ethan’s pants and boxers down eagerly, licking your lips at the sight of what may very well be the prettiest cock you’d ever seen. Pretty, pink, slightly thicker than average and a little longer too. Absolutely perfect.

It sprang free against his stomach, already hard and awaiting your mouth as he shook his head, cheeks flushing a deep pink as he watched you sink to your knees in front of him.

“Words, please.” You said with gentle authority and he swallowed a little, wetting his lips nervously before replying with, “no, never.”

You felt him shiver as you lightly ran your fingernails down his torso until your hand was just hovering above the pretty flush pink tip of his cock. He couldn’t help but gaze down at you with desperate anticipation whilst you watched as his tip leaked with precum. His breathing was fast and almost raspy as he desperately moved his hips upward toward your hand, a small whimper escaping his lips as you moved it away just in time.

“Oh, honey I haven’t even touched you yet and look at you. Already so fucking needy.”

He let out another small whine as your hand moved to grip his shaft gently, swiping your thumb over his leaking tip. An almost pathetic buck of his hips into your hand made you release him, eyes looking up at him disapprovingly.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He gasped out. “Please can you…”

“Please can I what, hmm?” You asked lightly, tilting your head up at him.

“Please can you suck me? I need to feel it. I need to feel your mouth on me so bad, please?” His eyes were wild and desperate as he begged you. The poor boy was practically shaking with desire.

“So needy,” you laughed a little bit but decided to oblige him. You’d been wanting to do this for far too long and you didn’t want to waste another moment. You gently gripped the base of his shaft in your hand again before taking him eagerly and hungrily into your mouth.

“Oh!” He let out a surprised gasp at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapping around his leaking mess of a dick, his fingers automatically gripping your sheets for dear life.

This was nothing like he’d ever felt before, nothing like his fantasies had suggested it would be like either. He let out a small, beautiful whimper, hips twitching a little as he felt your tongue lightly flick over his leaking tip before taking him further down your throat as if you were starving for him, repeating this action over and over.

Hearing him whimper and gasp urged you on, looking up at him through your lashes with an almost curious amusement. His head fell forward the same time you looked up at him and another whine fell from between his lips as he made eye contact with you. Seeing you looking at him in this way, almost entirely lustful was already threatening to tip him over the edge. He never knew someone could look so beautiful with their mouth wrapped around his cock. He wanted to take a picture or shoot a video of you doing this to him so he could touch himself to it later. Who knew if he’d ever feel this again before…

You couldn’t help but smile around his throbbing shaft as you felt him twitch and writhe, gently moving one of your hands to press against his lower stomach to keep him still.

You pulled him out of your mouth for a moment, a string of saliva connecting you and his cock to ask him sweetly, “doing okay up there, baby?”

“Y-yeah.” He managed to stutter out between breaths, the pupils in his brown eyes completely blown. “P-please don’t stop. Please.” He looked down at you with desperate eyes and you tilted your head up at him, smiling a little. You held him in your hand, feeling him throb and twitch as you gently caressed him.

“I won’t.” You said, gently running your thumb over his tip again as you rubbed him. “Do you wanna cum in my mouth or…” you glanced down at your chest and he nodded softly, dropping his gaze to your breasts. “Okay tell me when, alright?“

You didn’t wait for him to respond before eagerly taking him back in your mouth, moaning a little at his taste. The sound sent vibrations through his pulsating cock and he let out an almost pornograhic groan, unconsciously bucking his hips so his cock made you let out a soft gag.

“Oh! I’m.. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” He gasped out, halting his hips.

You rolled your eyes affectionately, sliding him further down your throat. Bless his heart, he thought that hurt you? The impact had the exact opposite effect on you, only making you more eager to tip him over the edge.

Another flick of your tongue and a twist of your finger’s around him and you felt his hands suddenly weave into your hair. His whimpers and small moans began to crack around the edges as he twitched in your mouth, hot and pulsing.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna-“ you looked up at him again as he spoke, seeing sweat fall down the column of his throat as his head fell back. You quickly took him out of your mouth and angled him toward your chest, ensuring to continue moving your hand.

He lifted his head to look at you again just as you spat on his cock, adding more lubricant to his hand job and in result, tipping him over the edge.

A series of loud, gorgeous, broken groans spilled from his pretty lips as he tensed a little and the ribbons of white spilled out of him, splattering across your chest and dribbling down your nipples. Perfect aim.

You aren’t done with him though, you smiled up at his satisfied face, twisting your hand once more, making him jump a little, wincing and looking down at you in confusion, his body still jolting and twitching from the affects of what he has absolutely no doubt of being the best orgasm he ever had.

“Sweetheart,” you said softly, sliding your hand up and down his cock gently. “We’re not done yet. We’ve got to get you hard again and you’ve got to clean up your mess.”

“M-my mess?” His speech slurred a little as he watched his cum sliding down your body.

“Yeah, your mess.” You released his cock, standing back up and stepping in front of him, gently running a hand through his hand and down to his face rubbing his cheek bone with your finger.

His confused face lit up a little when you glanced down at your chest and looked back at him with a knowing expression.

“Go ahead. Clean me up.”

God, he didn’t need much prompting. He ducked his head down a little and you sighed softly as you felt his tongue lick you from your navel to just under your left breast, stopping just before he got to your nipple.

You nodded down at him to continue, your fingers threading through his soft curls and let out a soft moan when you felt his tongue glide over your hardened buds, lightly licking his own cum off of them.

“Such a good boy.” You said gently, head falling back a little as he repeated the action. “You follow instructions so fucking well.”

You felt him smile proudly against your skin before moving to your other breast and doing the same thing, eagerly tasting himself mixed with the salty taste of your sweat and moaning in content at the combination.

“You really did make a mess, didn’t you honey?”

He nodded a little, moving his head back to make sure he’d cleaned every last drop of himself from your body before looking up at your face. “I did, I’m sorry.” He said apologetically, his expression sweet and almost bashful as he spoke.

“Don’t apologise, E. It’s not an issue at all.”

You pushed his chest so he fell back on the bed with a soft huff, crawling on top of him and straddling him, your heated pussy resting on the length of his softening cock.

“You got enough energy left in you for me to teach you how to fuck, honey?” You asked with a soft, teasing roll of your hips, rubbing your clit on his velvety shaft with a small sigh.

As you spoke, you felt his dick slowly twitch against you and begin to swell again from under your desperate cunt.

Part 3

#i love him i love him i love him #my needy babe fr #he’s so fun to write for #subby little baby #ugh #i want him #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #scream #scream 6

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thelostgirl21 · 3 months

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Okay, I'd always noticed the way Jaskier immediately presses his body into Radovid after their lips make contact, and how Radovid seems to be caught off guard and slightly jolts in response...

But, because of how dark that scene is lit, I hadn't paid proper attention to their physical environment, and the way Radovid somehow "stands his ground" against the sudden pressure (i.e. there's a surprisingly large space between him and that wall behind him that very much stays there).

I'd always assumed Radovid was leaning against a wall, and had always found that sort of "upward pelvic push" Jaskier gives him whilst kissing rather bold (and sexy).

But that "pelvic push" actually has the effect of helping Jaskier "lift Radovid up" - bringing him out of that slightly slouched and defeated posture - to make him stand a bit taller so he can properly meet him in that kiss!

Jaskier is sort of simultaneously pressing against Radovid with his hips, while also bringing his own shoulders and weight backwards, thus forcing Radovid to slightly move up and forward.

And that "slight jolt" in Radovid's shoulders is him immediately compensating by "catching Jaskier" in his arms and steadying them both.

Jaskier basically just gave Radovid the kissing equivalent of a "trust fall"!

Are you kidding me?!

Like: "Here! Stop worrying about your playing, stand up straight very gay and catch me, there's kissing to be done!"

And the second Radovid felt his balance shift he immediately caught Jaskier in his arms and kept them both from toppling over.

Jaskier is simultaneously taking charge of the situation... while putting Radovid in charge.

That boy really wants a partnership, doesn't he?

He's wordlessly going: "Here, I'll help lift you up, but then I need you to catch me and keep us steady. We've got this! "

Also explains why that movement is so synchronized...

From the first gif, it appears that, when Radovid caught Jaskier, he brought his hands up to his shoulder blades, or very close to them (at least, if you look at the way Jaskier's arm and sleeve move when he grabs him).

So, the moment Radovid relaxes his own shoulders while holding Jaskier in his arms, Jaskier's shoulders should automatically follow his movement, too.

I've paid so much attention to the way that Jaskier is touching Radovid's hair and face in that scene, that I'd totally missed that Radovid caught him and is holding him in his arms while they're just standing there together in an open space the whole time... What is this?!

#Radovid #Jaskier #Radskier #So apparently Jaskier is the type of lover that throws himself into kisses expecting to be caught #And I should have expected nothing less from him!#Thankfully Radovid's last working braincell understood the assignment #That was a very good and smooth bard catch!#How long did it take me to see this?!#Like 7 months?!#WTF?!#My Posts #My Thoughts #My Stuff

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tenabrye · 1 year

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your nicholas and vash request got me thinking of their reaction as a drabble when they’re reunited with their crush after being separated for some time and finding a new wound/scar on their crush?

Vash

He honestly thought he'd find you after you both had to flee town, but things didn't quite go that way. Sadly, the separation lasted a year and a half. A year and a half without you by his side, without seeing your lovely smile, your adorable laugh, your reassuring and gentle touches. It was horrible. The absolute worst time in his entire life, so far, that is. But when he found you?

The man was, at first, stunned. Were his eyes playing tricks on him, or was it his brain that created your image out of thin air? He didn't believe it at first, yet the second your hands took his, the thumb gently rubbing little circles on the back of them, he knew. The reunion is filled with tears of joy, mostly from him, because he never thought he would be able to see you again. He held you close, face buried in your neck, breathing in your familiar scent.

"How have you been?" It's the first question he asked, followed by, "I missed you so much." He really can't contain his emotions after finally seeing you after so long, so he cries. His tears soak into your clothes, and you rub his back, letting him get it all out. "I tried finding you," he said, "I never stopped. Town to town, city to city, I kept looking."

You frowned. It hurt you seeing him like this. You then pulled out of the hug and cupped his face with your hands, now smiling softly at him. "Vash," you started, voice soft and calming, "you're okay now. We found each other." Your voice brought a familiar calmness to him and reassurance took over in the form of a small smile that was present on his face. "C'mon, let's go catch up."

He liked the idea of being able to catch up with you, alone, in a hotel room. Such privacy allowed the both of you to indulge the other with your journeys. You learned that after the incident that separated the two of you, Vash had gone back the next day in hopes that you had somehow returned, only you didn't. He spoke of how he waited for you there for two days before finally leaving, talking himself into believing that you'd be smart and head to a different town.

When you weren't in the first town he reached, he trekked to another, and another, and another. He kept repeating this cycle, often asking if anyone had seen someone matching your description. The string of bad luck was constant, slowly making him believe he was never going to find you, slowly having him think you were already gone. You frowned at that, holding his flesh hand in yours and sending him a soft smile.

You then spoke of your travels, and how you immediately went to a different town in the opposite direction he had gone. Vash felt rather silly now knowing you had been in the opposite town, to which you chuckled softly at. He understood why you couldn't ask around for him, knowing full and well that folks would have automatically assumed you to be involved with him and his supposed wave of destruction throughout the lands.

You stood from your seat at the small table in the room and stretched, soon raising a brow after hearing the man let out a small, surprised gasp. "What is it?" You asked.

"What is that?" He responded with a question of his own, the pointer finger of his flesh hand poking at the marking he could now see, caused by your shirt raised when stretching. Your lips pursed and you averted your eyes. "That's a scar..."

"Vash," you started, wanting to tell him that it wasn't a big deal. People got scars all the time, right? Right. "It's nothing, really--"

"Why didn't you tell me?" He sounded hurt, and it caused a sigh to slip from your lips. "How'd you get it?"

"Escaped a bounty hunter," you told him, lips curled into a slight smirk. He chuckled at your expression. "Luckily for me it was just one, but the guy somehow found out I knew you and, well, y'know the rest."

The blond shook his head at you. "I'm sorry," he said, "he was hunting me and wanted to use you to find me." You shrugged your shoulders and stayed silent before running a hand through your hair. "Oh, but guess what?" You cocked a brow at him, watching as he lifted the left side of his shirt, revealing a scar that almost matched yours. "We match now."

The grin plastered to his face caused you to chuckle as you shook your head at him. "You're such a goofball, Vash, but at least you're my goofball."

Wolfwood

It nearly killed him when he couldn't find you among the debris. He kept telling himself that you weren't dead, that he knew you weren't dead. He saw you make it out of the building. He saw you...didn't he? He bit down on his cigarette in frustration, instantly cutting it in half in the process. He spit the end that was left in his mouth out and took the time to sit down on flattened rubble, eyes glancing around the area. Did you die? Were you really...gone?

He was frustrated for five months after the incident, still having the slightest bit of denial that you were truly dead. Alas, none of the citizens in the various towns and cities he visited could identify you from the description he gave them. Failure after failure of trying to locate you slowly turned into a sad realization for him. You really were gone from this world. You had to be.

His walking came to an abrupt stop as he removed the large firearm he carried, shoving it deep enough in the sand so that it stood upright without the slightest notion of falling over. The man then sunk down, ass hitting the sandy floor as his back leaned against his gun. Wolfwood wasted no time in whipping a cigarette out, taking a quick drag after it lit and blowing out the smoke.

The man was at the end of his ropes. His denial over the few months of you being dead having been pushed back, although he now felt as if he couldn't continue doing it. He needed to face the facts. You were dead. His jaw clenched at the thought, careful to not break his cigarette as he hung his head, defeated. Any passerby, if anyone was to be seen in this vast desert, could say he looked downright pitiful.

Footsteps could be heard from in front of him, yet he didn't bother looking at whoever it was. The stranger would no doubt glance at him and move on. They always did. Until this one didn't. Wolfwood stared at the shoes belonging to the person that stood before him, eyes widening at the immediate recognition of them. His head snapped up, jaw unclenched as his mouth hung open, letting his smoke fall out.

Was he dreaming? He had to be. Maybe the desert heat finally got to his head? Either way, he really couldn't believe what, or who, he was seeing right now. Standing right in front of him with a familiar, sweet smile was you. The man was quick when rising to his feet, specks of sand flung around from the rapid movement. He tilted his head as he stared at you, soon taking a hand and moving it forward, only to bring it back in hesitation. It couldn't be you. It wasn't...was it?

"Nicolas," you called to him, voice as soft and sweet as he remembered. He moved his hand forward, again, his body freezing once he felt your own hand grab it, fingers intertwining with his own. You let out a small, surprised gasp as he immediately pulled you into his body, arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you.

"I thought you were dead," he breathed out, body slightly shaking as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder. "I looked everywhere, they all said they didn't see anyone like you." You could hear the hurt in his voice, the slight crack, and it tore you apart. "I didn't want to think you died, I couldn't."

"Nicholas," you spoke his name, again, slowly pulling out of the hug, "I'm sorry." The frown on his face broke your heart, and he certainly looked like a puppy that had been kicked. Until you saw the way his face scrunched up, causing you to furrow your brows at him. "Are you--"

"What's on your face?" He asked, his brows now furrowed in annoyance. It amazed you at how quickly his mood could change, but then you frowned when he reached a hand out and touched your cheek. "The hell is this? Who did this to you?" It's as though he forgot about the fact that you were alive and not dead, because with the way his jaw clenched, you could tell he was angry.

"Ah, well, you see--"

"Are they still alive?" He cut you off with his question. "So I can kill them myself."

"No, no," you told him, "they're not alive anymore. Don't worry."

Wolfwood sighed. "Five months apart and you've gotten into trouble. Then you go and get a reminder of that trouble." You playfully rolled your eyes at him. "I didn't see you make it out of the building."

"I thought I wasn't going to, at first," you started, "but I guess I had lady luck on my side that day."

He hummed in response, his anger now having dissipated and a frown on his face. "I'm glad you lived."

"I'm glad you never once stopped looking for me," you smiled.

"If I had to, I'd search this entire planet for you." His lips curled into a grin and he pulled you in for another hug. "Until death took me."

#trigun stampede #trigun #vash the stampede #trigun stampede vash #nicolas d wolfwood #trigun stampede wolfwood #vash x reader #wolfwood x reader #vash x you #wolfwood x you

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plussizefantasia · 7 months

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Taste-Testing

Flufftober Day 10: Bakery AU pt2

Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word Count: 0.9k

AN: This is a continuation of Day 1: Sweet Things. This one is a lot more dialog-heavy than the others and just a touch more spicy too. I think I'm obsessed with Bucky and Sweets so I'll for sure be continuing their story after flufftober ends. Anyway, please reblog if you liked it it means a lot!

divider credit @royallaesthetics

Waiting until you got home after work to call Bucky was like torture. The note he left on the napkin after his departure was carefully folded up and placed into the pocket of your apron. When the traffic of customers lulled during the day, you’d pull it out and re-read it over again.

You’ve never really had a nickname before, but you liked Sweets. Maybe it was because it was the one that he gave you.

When you finally were able to close down for the day, you rushed through locking up the shop and did the closest thing the running as you could without looking psycho all the way to your apartment.

The phone hadn’t even rung twice before Bucky answered, “Hello?”

‘Um. Bucky? You left your number on the napkin today, I assumed that meant you were okay with me calling.”

He chuckled, “More than okay, sweets. I’ve been waiting for your call”

You were surprised “Really?”

“Yeah, how many gorgeous women do you think I give me number every day?”

“Oh, Uh. I didn’t think you went around throwing your number at girls I just-”

“Breathe Sweets,” he gently reminded you over the phone and your body automatically responded, drawing in a deep breath and stopping your potential rambling short. “What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

“I was uh, gonna start to test out some new recipes for the holidays. Got to make sure they work right before the weather switches from fall to winter.”

“Need a taste tester?” He asked it so nonchalantly you’d think that the two of you hung out all the time. Not that this was one of the first few conversations you’d ever had that didn’t revolve around his work or yours. Before you could overthink though, you were sending him your address and he told you he’d pick up dinner and be there in twenty minutes.

You didn’t really know what to do with yourself so you busied your hands with prepping what you would need to make the new pastries you were gonna try and attempt to clean up the main area that contained your couches and coffee table.

The knocks on your door were short and you nearly tripped over yourself rushing to the door to open it.

Bucky was endeared to the breathless way that you greeted him and the way your hair was sticking out in every which way. It was obvious that you’d been doing something but the way your hair was mussed made him think less than innocent thoughts.

He refused to follow through on them though, normally he wouldn’t have a problem with taking an attractive woman like you to bed right away but he really liked you, and wanted to see where this could go. He couldn’t do that if he let himself give into his more… animalistic… urges.

“I brought Chinese hope that’s okay.”

“It’s great thanks, though you really didn’t need to get me dinner”

“I know I didn’t sweets but my mother always said that I needed to eat my dinner before I could have a treat.” You don’t think he realizes just how charming he is. His smooth tone and sultry smirk made you weak in the knees and you needed to remind yourself that he was here to taste test your recipes, not you.

“So, what are you making that needs my tasting expertise?” He set the food on your small apartment counter and began unpacking everything he had. It was enough food for a family of five.

He suddenly got a little sheepish, “I didn’t know what you’d want.”

“I’m sure I’ll like something here. Thanks again.”

After picking your meal for the evening you launched into an explanation of the treats you’d be attempting that night.

“I’m gonna try to make the cranberry tarts, peppermint bark brownies, and black forest bread twists tonight what do you think?”

“I think that a relationship with you is dangerous for my figure.” You couldn’t help but focus on the fact that he had said relationship, not friendship, a relationship.

“I thought you liked sweet things.” You leaned on the counter facing him and rested your head in your hand perched upon the little amount of empty counter space you had.

He grinned and matched your energy, “I love sweet things, especially when they come in pretty packages.” his eyes raked up and down your body and you could feel the butterflies in your gut pick up their pace.

You tried your best to recover from the minor brain aneurysm he had just given you but you could tell that he had seen how his words affected you. And if the ever-growing smirk on his face was anything to go by, he enjoyed your reaction.

The night continued in the same way, Bucky shamelessly flirting with you and you doing your best to match him but getting too flustered to really pull it off. Bucky had declared the brownies his favorite but said that he’d probably need to start getting a bigger size of pants if he was going to keep being your taste tester.

“You can be my official taste tester anytime you want, Bucky” you had told him at your door. He was on his way out after you declared that if you wanted to get any sleep tonight he’d need to leave.

“I’d love to taste whatever you give me, Sweets. Anytime”. All you could do was nod and smile at him as he left. He still heard the strangled groan you let out when the door closed though.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #james buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #plus size reader #fanfic #plus size!reader #fluff #x reader #marvel fanfiction #bucky imagine #drabble #bucky barnes x reader

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7-wonders · 7 months

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I know you’re going through a lot of big changes right now, but I’d just like to say that your Calliope fanfic has now made me realize how beautiful (both inside and out) Calliope is, and I respectfully ask that you inject some Morpheus/reader/Calliope hc’s directly into my veins-

Hi I'm starting to feel a bit better and ready to gift you some hc's!! Let me know if you want to see more of this throuple 🤗 Read To the world we dream about here

Okay, first and foremost Morpheus and Calliope have come to an understanding that, while they both could have done more to help Orpheus, at the end of the day, his choices were his own. If they can't stop resenting each other for the death of their son/reconcile those feelings, there is no hope for any sort of relationship. So, for the sake of these headcanons and the continuity from my previous fic, they've worked through these issues.

(I do think that, had things gone differently and pride not gotten in the way, they would have been able to have these discussions like calm, rational adults)

ANYWAYS

You all come to the realization that you care for each other romantically on your own, and it makes things extremely awkward for a good moment

For you especially, where monogamy is likely all you grew up with/all you know

Morpheus and Calliope are no strangers to the idea of sharing or having multiple partners: many gods and goddesses and mythical creatures happily participate in it

Also they may or may not have had a third in their bed a few times who knows

But they're as aware that you're a mortal as you are, and just sort of automatically assume that you wouldn't be interested in both of them

They're each prepared to fight each other for your affection, even as they ignore the return of feelings for each other that they thought long gone

All in all, there's a lot of angst for everyone before you all remember that you have two hands each

Speaking of hands, Calliope loves holding yours!

She's usually always touching you in some way, whether that be her hand holding yours or your arms linked together, a hand on your lower back or your bodies pressed together when you're sitting next to each other

Physical touch is not one of Morpheus's love languages, so his touches are softer and more fleeting

A hand brushing against yours

The brief press of lips to your forehead

Though his touches are nothing like Calliope's, they're just as sweet and appreciated

PET. NAMES. So many pet names!

Calliope calls you things like treasure, sweetest, sweetheart, lovely

Morpheus enjoys calling you beloved, my heart, dearest, starlight

Calliope and Morpheus have their own names for each other, old endearments in languages you could never begin to understand

It's rather sweet, actually

When you sleep or rest in bed with both of your lovers, it's usually you or Calliope in the middle

(Morpheus feels too trapped)

The three of you spend a lot of time together, but most of the time it's in the Dreaming, which is most convenient for all parties when two of the three are important cosmic beings

Lots of long walks in Fiddler's Green or quiet evenings spent curled up in a secluded corner of the library

Calliope tries to visit you in the Waking when she can, but Morphues is reluctant to leave his realm (which you completely understand)

There's lots of one-on-one time too, with you and Calliope, you and Morpheus, or Morpheus and Calliope

It helps to strengthen your individual relationships, and make you better partners overall

They find your human quirks and traits extremely endearing, though Calliope has more experience with them than Morpheus

Honestly, having a human partner is the best thing that could have happened to Morpheus and Calliope in regard to their healing

They were both forced to deal with the absolute worst of humanity for a very long time and now, through you, they get to see the weird and wonderful parts of humanity

You're a breath of fresh air, and every time they watch you hold the door open for strangers, or someone randomly compliments your smile, they understand why you still have such hope for your species

It's usually said that to capture the affection/attention of a deity is not something that anybody wants, that it will only bring ruin to the human unlucky enough to be in that position

When it's two of them? Destruction is all but assured

You say bring it on

If you're to meet your end while experiencing the greatest loves you've ever known and ever will, then in your mind, that's a good way to go

Calliope and Morpheus are very much the possessive, passionate creatures that one would think, and they refuse to let any harm come to you

They'll go up against anyone, anything, to keep you safe, be it Hell or the Fates themselves

#dream of the endless #dream of the endless imagine #morpheus #morpheus imagine #morpheus x reader #morpheus x reader x calliope #calliope the sandman #calliope the sandman imagine #dream of the endless x reader #the sandman #the sandman imagine

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Would you maybe be able to bring other editors on board? Perhaps teach Lyarrah how you do your jazz so she can take over for a couple weeks. Unless I'm mistaken in assuming that her job is just copy pasting the script into the YouTube captions feature. I don't really know how captioning works

Okay, this is actually quite fun to talk about because YES! Youtube's caption system does have a feature where you can get auto-captions made if you just feed it the transcript of the video! HOWEVER, Lyarrah's job on the Recap is not to just do that.

First and foremost, Ly actually handles all of the metadata of the vids except thumbnails. Tags, description and even the titles are all things she has to fill in after I upload, because by that time I have absolutely 0 energy to do that. She also is the one moderating the comments. Even if I'm often the one to reply, she does a lot to filter out the bad stuff and add spam-filters.

Then she has to make the actual captions. Even with the script available, this is actually still a serious undertaking. Because that feature that you just feed the script and it puts the timings in automatically? It sucks ass. The timings are all over the place, it struggles with even the british accent and it couldn't add who is speaking or sound/tone descrptions even if you put them in. And with Recaps specifically, it couldn't put in the parts where the Hermits themselves are speaking, because THEIR LINES ARE NOT EVEN IN THE SCRIPT! What clips to use and to add to the video is mostly decided in the video-editing phase, long after the script is written. So that stuff needs to be added later. But because it's not in the script, the system gets confused about parts where the words that are not in the script are said, and just puts whatever lines in there. As a result, cleaning up after the algorithm takes longer than to just make whole new subtitles. WHICH IS WHAT LYARRAH ACTUALLY DOES.

More or less every video she makes captions for is re-transcribed by hand with the script only as a reference. This results in much better captions where she can even add her personal touch with the emojis to convey tone and all that!

I know there are automated systems in DaVinci Resolve and Adobe Premiere that could output pretty solid captions with working timings, and she's actually looking into that, and will be trying them out. But even then, it will be her responsibility and her choice to use these tools, because she's our captioning specialist. Whatever research she does will still be a load off my back.

But could she just edit the recaps for me? Funny you say that, because in theory? She probably could. Lyarrah and Pixlriffs are both adept video editors, each with their own youtube channels, and perfectly capable of producing videos no worse than what I make. Pix has already edited a couple recaps in the past, and every time he'd deliver on time and arguably a tighter product than what I make. HOWEVER, the trick here is that to get the HC Recap done every week, week after week, on time and with passable editing, when the source material is a dozen videos at least and the result needs to be well paced, illustrative and well, passable, is a whole other ordeal. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but here you gotta not know how to edit, but know how to edit like a motherfucker.

...that doesn't mean "good" or "fast",... just.. like a motherfucker.

And for one, I wouldn't want to put that much work onto anyone, while for two, I wouldn't trust to put that much work onto anyone. Maybe to a professional editor or like, a TV-editor this isn't much, but I don't think I have the funds to hire one, especially when at the end of the day, to me the whole process has long become routine, entertainment even. I love the edit. Which is also why I struggle with stress and burnout the way I do: it is incomprehensible to me that I can't just sit down and do this like always!

One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

#hermitcraft recap #pixlriffs #lyarrah #zloyxp

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Eddie x Shy!reader

(Friends to lovers)

Part 2

Warnings: smut (sex), fingering, choking, use of word daddy (just once)

Here it is >:) this is longer than the first part.

Weeks later, you were in Eddie’s bed watching tv with him. You had been dating for a little while and it had been perfect.

You grew incredibly close and you trusted him with everything in you. There was something, though, that wasn’t exactly out in the open.

You hadn’t gone beyond kissing in the time you were together.

He automatically assumes it’s just because you’re shy and that you’ll open up to doing things when you get comfortable enough, just like you did with talking.

That was part of it, sure, but definitely not the whole reason.

If you’ve ever heard anyone say that the quiet ones are always the freakiest, they were telling the truth.

You wanted intimacy with him, just didn’t want the gentle vanilla kind he assumes you do. You just can’t figure out a way to say it, because how do you even bring that up?

“Whatcha thinkin bout, princess?” He asks as you drift away in thought, no longer paying attention to the screen.

The real answer was that you were thinking nasty things, perverted thoughts and desires. Head in the gutter and clouded by build up sexual frustration.

The answer you give him was that you were just daydreaming.

A few minutes go by, and your lips find his. You were just going to go for it, try to be really normal.

You had to do something about the ache that spread in your lower stomach whenever you’re around him.

You pull him closer by the collar of his shirt, kissing him deeply. You were so needy and excited that it should’ve realistically embarrassed you, but you had no shame.

“Hey, you know we don’t have to do anything, right? Don’t do anything you don’t feel comfortable with because you think that’s what I want.”

“I want it. Please.”

“Okay.”

He takes that and shifts to be on top of you, hovering over your body as he kissed you hard. You ran your hands beneath his shoulder, roaming them all over his abdomen and back.

The skin on skin contact was so nice, you tugged at the shirt to tell him you want it off and he obliges, giving you a good look at his beautiful stomach and chest. You reach out again to touch him, soft fingers across soft skin.

You end up snaking your hand all the way down his body to meet the erection he had been rubbing into you for a while now as you kissed. You take it the best you can from outside his jeans and squeeze lightly, running your fingers across the length of the outline.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” He says desperately into your mouth as you were just exchanging saliva at this point rather than romantically kissing.

He breaks away, bringing his lips to your ear briefly and then down your neck kissing along it.

When he sucks on the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder, you let out a moan that you didn’t give permission to slip out. It was just automatic. He pulls your shirt off of you and continues, your hands reach up to tangle in his hair.

“You like that?” He asks, continuing on your neck, licking and nipping at the skin.

“Mhm. Harder.”

He sucks again, this time without a doubt creating a dark purple mark. You squirm and whine at the feeling, a fire inside you.

When he sees you wiggling, he takes a hand and reaches down to where you need it.

“Mmh, fuck.” You remark, breathlessly.

You reach down to unbutton your jeans and slide out of them, ready for his hand to come back to its rightful place but with less barrier. Once it does, he curses under his breath.

“So wet, my god. All for me?”

You nod desperately. He rubs you like this, through your panties for a while and getting you relatively close in the process.

You were desperately grinding against his hand absentmindedly.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. It’s okay.” He assures, and you relax.

“Fuck, I don’t know. Something, please.” You ask him desperately still. He pulls your panties over to the side and slips a finger inside you which is a great relief but not enough.

“More”, you whisper, and he adds a second. His long fingers go deeper inside you than your own could ever reach and they feel incredible.

You brought his head back to you, to let him bite all along your collarbones. You continued to encourage him to make marks on your soft skin, with him asking “you sure this doesn’t hurt?” And you replying “I want it to.”

You kiss until your lips are numb and you want the rest of his clothes off. He slips out of his pants and boxers in one clumsy movement, returning to you.

“Holy shit”, you look down.

He just chuckles. He’s big and he knows it.

“Please.” You ask, not knowing a better possible word to say in this situation.

“I think I should finger you some more, play with you. I don’t know if you’re ready for me yet.”

“I’m ready, Munson.”

“Fuck, okay then.” He starts to push in and the feeling is immediately euphoric on both ends.

“So goddamn tight.” he says, and you bite your lip in response.

You watch his face as he enters you, the pleasure becoming more and more visible in his expression.

Propping himself up with one arm, he uses the other to reach for your chest and squeeze it ever so gently as he still hesitates to give you the whole thing.

Your hand reaches to his, settling over it and squeezing hard with your hand so he’d know it’s okay.

After a moment is spent on your breasts, you look up to capture him in a kiss again while you guided his hand from your chest up to your throat and squeezing it as well, just like you did with your tits.

“Jesus H Christ.”

You let go of his hand and pull away slightly, taking a minute.

“Sorry, you don’t have to do that. I got carried away a little, I think” you tell him, laughing nervously.

“You don’t think I love this shit?” He asked, applying pressure to the sides of your throat.

“Mmh.” You can only moan now as he restricts your airflow and you start to see stars.

He pushes the rest of himself in, feeling you stretch to accommodate his dick.

“SO fuckin’ tight, baby.”

Your mouth falls open, your brain barely being able to comprehend all the pleasurable feelings you’re experiencing right now. He uses his thumb and pointer finger to grab your chin and keep your mouth open.

You look up at him, in the eyes, and make a guess as to what he was about to do.

You stick your tongue out in anticipation, and he lets a glob of spit fall from his mouth to yours, which you swallow immediately with no hesitation. You were right.

“Fucking hell. So good, you’re so good.” He praises. He picks up the pace, fucking harder and faster and you can only just cry and whimper.

Your eyes barely felt like they could open all the way, in so much bliss.

You suddenly had an idea; you started to change positions for him as you get on all fours, lowering your top half down to the bed as your ass sticks up in the air with your back arched as hard as it can be.

The curly haired and now sweaty boy came behind you to enter again while squeezing your hips and ass so hard his nails were leaving marks.

He had a feeling you liked that, and so he raised a hand to bring it down onto your ass, slapping it red with a rather loud sound.

You moaned at this, confirming his suspicions that you’d like that. He takes you from behind as you relish in the feeling for as long as you can.

“Turn back around, wanna see your pretty face again.”

Once back in missionary, you think he’s getting close but holding it until you get your own orgasm so you reach to where your two bodies meet and start to rub your clit while he fucks you with ferocity, immediately tumbling toward the edge of relief and then off of it.

He can feel you squeeze around him, gushing a little at the same time. You had your hands on your tits, holding them still from bouncing too much as he fucked you hard.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He comments and you wrap your legs around him. He looks confused, almost panicked. “You want me to…”

“Mhm. In me, please, daddy.”

Immediately it was over.

After that sentence, he filled you to the brim with his hot cum, fucking it as deep inside of you as it could go.

He was a moaning and groaning mess, muttering obscenity such as “oh my god, oh my fucking god” and “Jesus fucking Christ.” and lastly, simply: “holy shit.”

“Sorry.” You giggle, as he collapses beside you, out of breath.

“I think you fuckin’ killed me.”

“Nope, I definitely didn’t because you’re still talking to me right now” you smiled, looking over at him as his eyes drifted shut.

“So sweet. Definitely not innocent, but still sweet. Pretty baby.” He says, leaning over to kiss you on the forehead as you melt inside.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson filth #eddie munson fanfic

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hiii :3 so im in LOVE with your writing, and I wanted to req smthn if it's not too much!! basically what im thinkin is an atsushi x reader comfort/fluff fic where reader is insecure about themself/their body, and atsushi reassures them that they're beautiful and overall just tries his best to comfort them.

I don’t think there’s anything better than you!

I just realized I forgot to italicize any of the words😭 my apologies, but it’s fixed now!

Hey goat!! I’d love to write this, thank you so much for requesting it!! I’m so glad you like my work:) also the title is from dancing with my demons by eyedress

Contains: gn reader but they are referred to with words like gorgeous and beautiful, fluff, insecurity comfort, because it wasn’t said what the reader was insecure about I kinda danced around it, it’s overall pretty short because it’s hard to write a long fic with such a general prompt, I hope that’s okay!

Atsuhsi certainly wasn’t new to feeling insecure. He always felt as if he didn’t amount to much, but he only ever really thought these bad things about himself. He couldn’t even fathom how you of all people were insecure. You were, quite literally, the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. Everyone seemed to agree with him too! Dazai would constantly flirt with you and ask for a double suicide, and Kyouka always looked at you in awe. Atsushi wouldn’t even be surprised if some of the enemies found you gorgeous. This information used to make him feel jealous and even more insecure than he already was, but he’s grown used to all the constant remarks from everyone who saw you, or the looks of pure admiration from others.

So just how were you insecure?

Atsushi couldn’t understand it. You were breathtaking, and everyone around you seemed to agree. So just how is it that you curled up into his touch one day, after a long day of work, mumbling about how you didn’t feel attractive?

At first, it took a while to get it out of you. Atsushi could tell that something was wrong, but he just couldn’t tell what. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or seem pushy, but he really wanted to know what was on your mind so he could fix it. Considering the type of person Atsushi is, he automatically assumed it was him you were upset at, although he didn’t really have any evidence to back that up. You obviously didn’t want him to think you were upset at him, as you knew it would eat at him constantly, so you mumbled some sort of reason behind how you were feeling. You didn’t want to lie to him, so you just told him how you were feeling so quietly that Atsushi struggled to tell what you were saying.

It took Atsushi a few moments to piece together what you were saying, and once he finally did, he gave a small gasp, before wordlessly holding your sides close, pulling you into his chest. He wasn’t sure how to word what he wanted to say. How could he possibly describe your beauty to you? You were beyond what words could comprehend. He really didn’t understand how you were feeling this way, but he knew simply telling you not to think those things wouldn’t work, and he struggled to word it anyways, so he decided to take things slow.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

You nodded.

“I do, but..it’s embarrassing to talk about,” you refused to look him in the eye.

“Why would it be?”

“I’m just—insecure in my body, it’s hard to talk about.”

You still weren’t looking at him.

“You don’t have to tell me, but please, just tell me what’s got you feeling this way?”

Atsushi didn’t want to sound pushy, and he was suddenly hit with an internal panic that he’s making you uncomfortable.

“If you want to, of course! You don’t have to tell me anything!” The way Atsushi was waving his arms around was almost comical, and you couldn’t help but let a giggle out.

You shake your head, resting your nose in the crook of his neck.

“No, it’s fine. It’s not really any specific thing, I’ve just been feeling awful lately.”

Atsushi looked down at you in surprise, running his hand through your hair.

“I don’t know how much weight my words have according to you, but I think you’re beautiful. You look perfect.”

Atsushi had hardly ever focused on looks practically his entire life, as he was struggling to even keep his head above water. So things like looks, and friends had to come second. He may not know much about beauty, but he certainly knows that you are beautiful. You’re the embodiment of it. He needed to make sure you knew that.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Tell me, what are you insecure about?” he questioned.

“Do I have to say?”

“What? No, not if you don’t want to,” Atsushi paused, “but that just means I’m gonna have to focus on all of you.” Atsushi sat up, turning you into your back. He wasn’t above you by any means, but he did have his arms on either side of your body. You chuckled at his words, and looked him in the eyes for the first time that night and you were met with his eyes completely closed, but he had a big smile on his face. It didn’t have any teeth, but he was still emoting quite a lot. It melted your heart a little.

“You still haven’t changed out of your work clothes,” Atsushi noted.

“You haven’t either.”

“That can’t be comfortable, let’s change then we can come back to this!”

You giggled at how hyped he was, and you took his hand and stood up, walking over to your closet. Atsushi was right next to you, looking at his side of the closet, which in your opinion, was comically small compared to your side. Your “half”of the closet took up 85% of the entire thing, and most of Atsushi’s clothes were just socks and button up pants, along with one white suit the agency forced him to get.

Atsushi noticed how you were paying such close attention to the closet instead of just picking something out, so he just grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt for you to rest in. Once he grabbed what he needed, he wordlessly walked to the bed to get changed, waiting for you to follow his lead. You left your haze, and hustled over to the bed to get changed next to Atsushi.

Once you were in more comfortable clothes, you laid in bed and Atsushi soon followed, yet again having you lay on your back while Atsushi sat up to look at you. He poked at your stomach, before leaving one small, chaste kiss to it.

“I really don’t know how you’re even insecure, you’re so beautiful.” Atsushi said.

He moved his face up to leave another kiss to your shoulder, and he kept leaving small, innocent kisses along your entire upper figure. He didn’t really go in any particular order, he just kissed wherever he happened to notice. Between every kiss he would give you one more compliment, and by the end you were smiling and giggling because he was acting so loving. This was what made him truly happy. Comforting you. Holding you close. Helping you make all your problems melt away. You deserve the best after all.

Once he was done, he wrapped the blankets around you, laying down next to you. The blankets were flush with your shoulders, and you were curling into Atsushi’s touch again like you were just a few minutes ago. Atsushi always loved when you got clingy. He was typically the clingy one, but after you had a long day, and you returned home, just wanting to hold Atsushi in his arms was one of his favorite parts of life in general. He loved taking care of you on those days because it made him feel like he had purpose, even if this only really happened after you’d had a bad day.

Atsushi could tell you didn’t really want to get into detail as to why you were feeling insecure, so he hoped that after a good night's sleep, and lots of cuddles and comfort, you’d be more open to the idea.

As all he really wanted to do was help you.

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I hope you enjoyed, goat!! When I proofread this I was like giggling and kicking my feet tee hee

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